Alien: Resurrection Page #8

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WREN:

He can't! The sector's closed. The hull's been breached!

ELGYN:

Okay, which way?

WREN:

We'll have to go through the holding cells. Here.

ELGYN:

All right.

They turn left, entering

INT. CHAMBER - CONTINUOUS

that leads to the holding cells. The room is big, a railing at one end

looking over another chamber two flights down.

A shut door separates the chamber from the cells.

ELGYN:

Can you get that one open?

It comes from the rafters, dropping down on Elgyn in a heartbeat. He

barely has time to scream before it shoots its tongue through the back

of his skull.

Hillard has time. She SCREAMS as her lover's brains come out his

mouth.

The beast leaps at the group, scattering them like bowling pins as it

claws into one of the guards. Everybody else is scrambling for cover.

St Just tries to escape by running past the beast - its tail lashes

out, tangling his feet and tripping him up, his head smashing against a

pipe.

Another guard hits it with the burner -- it shrieks and lands on him.

Johner shoots at it but is far too panicked to hit it.

Call has backed to the far wall -- she desperately works the controls

to open the door.

It starts to rise.

CALL:

Christie! Hillard! Come on!

The door rises fully. Ripley stands behind it.

Call starts back, not sure what the woman will do.

Ripley surveys the scene.

The Alien, burrowing its head into the belly of the guard, stops.

Looks up.

Everyone watches as the two creatures sense each other. ThE alien

hisses. rears back.

Ripley looks away, contemplative We see a gamut of emotions cross her

face, but her posture passive, sacrificial. She does not move.

Everyone watches, too afraid to breathe.

The alien LUNGES at her, leaping across the room in two bounds. It's on

her -- and she SPINS, GPABBING IT, and HURLS IT AWAY.

It lands in a tangle but is up again in a microsecond, jumps at her,

knocks her back into the room, on her, its claws digging into her skin,

piston tongue at her face, inches away.

She locks an arm around its slick, long head and pulls back we hear its

tendons strain, snap.

CALL (to a guard)

Shoot it! Shoot them both!

She grabs his gun and BURNS them both. Two less-than-human SCREAMS

fill the room as they briefly disentangle, thrown apart.

The beast recovers first, dodging the next blast and going for Ripley

again.

Ripley, on her back, reaches behind her, grabs a table leg and with

inhuman strength brings the table down on the monster's head.

She dives at it as it comes out from under....

Call shoots as Ripley hits the alien, they're both fried as Ripley's

momentum sends them over a railing and they FALL TWENTY FEET -- the

Alien lands with a spine snapping crunch,

Ripley only slightly better.

A few crew members rush to look over the railing. Christie starts down

the spiral staircase to that level.

JOHNER:

Where are you going?

The creature rolls back onto Ripley, grabbing her with its dying

strength. Her face is rigid with pain and anger as she holds it off...

its jaws open, dripping shaking...

The tongue SHOOTS OUT and Ripley GRABS IT. HOLDS IT.

A scream wells up in her throat. A totally animal killshriek that she

SCREAMS, victorious, as she RIPS THE ALIEN'S TONGUE OUT OF ITS FACE.

She stands, bellows another warrior cry. The crew has gathered near.

They watch her, awed, wary. Ripley walks slowly up to them -- up to

Call. Ripley looks a tad pissed.

Call tenses, maybe wishing she hadn't shot Ripley as well.

Ripley takes Call's hand, puts the tongue in it. walks on.

Call looks at the dripping souvenier. The pincers at the end still

twitching.

CHRISTIE:

What the F*** is going on here?

RANE:

What was that thing? Are there more of that thing?

JOHNER (to Call)

Make a hell of a necklace...

ANGLE:
HILLARD

on the upper level, kneeling by Elgyn's body. No tears, but terribly

quiet.

What do we do?

CHRISTIE:

Same thing we were doing. We get the f***.

RANE:

What if there's more? Let's stay here and let the army guys deal.

Someone will come... I mean, where are the f***ing army guys?

St Just is very calmly looking up at the rafters, guns drawn

CHRISTIE:

Doctor. You know what that thing is?

WREN:

I do.

CHRISTIE:

And there's others. How many?

The doctor looks around, almost guiltily.

WREN:

Thirty.

JOHNER:

Thirty! We are f***ed in our pink bottoms if there's thirty of those

things.

RIPLEY:

There'll be more.

Everyone looks around at her. She is squatting in the corner facing

away from them.

RIPLEY:

They'll breed. In a few hours there'll be twice that number.

(she stands, approaches them)

So who do I have to f*** to get off this boat?

CHRISTIE:

You bought your ticket when you killed that thing. welcome aboard.

CALL.

Are you f***ing crazy? She doesn't care if we....

CHRISTIE (fiercely)

You got no authority here, Call!- Now secure it!

It's the first time Christie has raised his voice, and it has the

desired effect.

After a silent moment, Call starts again softly.

CALL:

Christie, she's not human. Wren cloned her because she was carrying an

alien in her.

She could turn --

JOHNER:

Nobody cares about your opinion, you b*tch, you f***ing mole --

CALL:

She'll turn on us! Just like that!

CHRISTIE:

I don't give a syphallitic f*** whether you people can get along or

not. If we've got a wish to live then we work together, and that

includes bug-lady.

CALL:

You can't trust her.

CHRISTIE:

I don't trust anyone. CUT TO: INT. CHAMBER/CELLBLOCK - A BIT LATER

The group is still in the adjoining chamber, but looking here into the

cellblock where

Ripley had been. DiStephano and St Just come first, guns ready,

looking about them.

They are followed by Christie and Wren.

WREN:

There's a console in the guards, station. We can punch up a diagnostic

of the ship and plan a route. To your ship.

CHRISTIE:

That likes me fine.

He signals for the others to follow, everyone moving cautiously.

ANGLE:
HILLARD

Gently lays her coat over Elgyn's face. Johner looks down a moment.

JOHNER:

Via con Dios, man.

Hillard stands. Call puts ahand on her shoulder but Hillard moves away,

a distrustful look on her face.

Ripley, bringing up the rear, watches the whole group with a sort of

fascinated detatchment.

Call looks back at her. Ripley smiles, coldly.

ANGLE:
IN THE CELLBLOCK

The group makes their way slowly, quietly. They approach a bank of

elevators, but Wren points down an adjoining doorway. They are about

to go there when the elevator door lights up, indicating arrival.

The group backs up, spreads out. Those who can find cover take it. guns

drawn.

The elevator doors open. It is too dark inside to see:

Suddenly sparks fly from the broken overhead in the elevator and a

figure appears in the light.

Everyone jolts, about to fire. before they realize it is

VRIESS:

Who sits in his chair, a shotgun in each hand, eyes wide. twitchier

than they.

JOHNER:

Oh, f***...

CALL:

vriess!

VRIESS (mock casual)

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