Alien: Resurrection Page #9

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Hey, whatchyou guys doing? Hey, Annalee.

CHRISTIE:

Thought you were toast for certain.

VRIESS:

You've seen that f***ing thing?

WREN (suspiciously)

Where were you?

VRIESS:

I was down by -- what do you mean? I was in maintenance, checking out

your oxidation systems.

JOHNER:

Doc's got a bug up his ass 'cause Call's a mole and he thinks we're a

conspiracy.

VRIESS (looking at Call)

She's a what?

JOHNER:

A mole. A f***ing spy.

Vriess looks hit harder by that information than anyone.

CHRISTIE:

We got'a mission here, people. Let's keep moving.

They do.

CUT TO:
INT. GUARDS, STATION - MOMENTS LATER

ANGLE:
THE CONSOLE

A hologram of the ship appears above the screen. It looks a solid as

the ship itself, except that parts of it occasional break themselves

down to show interiors.

The group looks it over. Parts of the ship are simply not there, the

sections around those holes red. Wren points them out.

WREN:

We've had hull breach by the lifeboats, here on level five, and down --

Jesus, right by the engine room. We're very lucky.

ST JUST (sarcastically)

Lucky we.

CHRISTIE:

What about the Betty? Our ship.

WREN:

The dock seems to be intact.

CHRISTIE:

Then we head for it.

JOHNER:

Can we track those f***ing things?

WREN:

No.

JOHNER:

We could get to the Betty and they could be all over it!

RANE:

Are you toting a better f***ing idea?

WREN:

All of the activity seems'to have been in the aft-sector, by the

barracks.

There's no reason to suppose they'd move

RIPLEY:

They won't.

Everybody looks at her.

RIPLEY:

They're breeding. They've got new bodies to work on. They'll stay

close. If they send anybody out, it'll be here. Where the... meat is.

CALL:

'The meat' . Jesus.

ST JUST:

They're breeding. How long does that take?

RIPLEY:

Hours.

WREN:

Or less. The process has accelerated, something to do with the cloned

cells.

CHRISTIE:

Faster we get from here to there, the better.

ST JUST:

With all the devils of hell in between.

JOHNER:

Well, if we want to make decent time I say we ditch the cripple.

(to Vriess)

No offense.

VRIESS (giving him the finger)

None taken.

HILLARD:

Nobody's left behind, Johner. Not even you.

Her voice is quiet, mourning still thick in it. Nobody backtalks her.

CHRISTIE:

So what's our route?

WREN:

I'm trying to figure it. we can cut through the labs, but we're blocked

on both sides here,

I'm not sure

DISTEPHMO:

Sir? There is the lift.

WREN:

Show me.

DiStephano works the console and the hologram splits, the route he's

indicating revealed.

DISTEPHMO:

The lifts. They run straight from the top of the ship down to

engineering. No stops, but if we can get in the shaft, there's a

maintenece access tunnel here

(points to the center of the shaft)

that runs above level one deck. Take us right to the dock.

CHRISTIE:

Sounds reasonable.

DISTEPHANO:

I don't have the code for the access tunnel door.

WREN:

I can override.

DISTEPHMO:

(indicating the route)

Then we head through the labs, then down to the kitchen. To the bottom

of the shaft.

Up, through the tunnel, and onto the ship. Home free.

ANGLE:
VRIESS

Is unloading additional ammo from inside his chair. He toss one of his

shotguns to Hillard.

VRIESS:

They never check the chair...

He pulls out a grenade launcher. It's so compact it's almost cute,

cradled one handed like an uzi.

VRIESS:

Call.

She looks around and he tosses it to her. The gesture is not

acconmpanied by any show of warmth.

VRIESS:

Try not to shoot your foot off.

WREN:

You people should know --

ST JUST:

We.won't shoot at the windows, Doc.

WREN:

No. The aliens, they bleed molecular acid.

CHRISTIE:

That's right, I saw that.

VRIESS:

So did I.

JOHNER:

We can't shoot them? F*** that, I'm shooting them.

WREN:

This is a big vessel, and for the most part we should be okay. But if

we get anywhere near the outer hull and start strafing them...

He indicates the hologram, the sections of the ship missing. Everyone

gets it.

CHISTIE:

If we're clear then let's get on it. We'll go by twos --

RIPLEY:

We're moving.

CHRISTIE:

What?

RIPLEY:

The ship is moving. 1 can feel it.

RANE:

I don't feel sh*t -- what, do you mean they're piloting this f***ing

thing?

VRIESS:

This ship has stealthrun, even if we were moving there's no way she

could feel it.

CALL She's right.

Call is working the computer now.

CALL:

The ship's been going since the attack.

WREN:

It's uh, it's standard, I think.

DISTEPHANO:

That's right. If the ship takes on any serious damage it autopilots

back to homebase.

CALL (to Wren, pissed)

You were planning to let us know this?

WREN:

I forgot.

HILLARD:

What is homebase?

WREN:

Earth.

CALL:

Oh, God. Oh, you bastard...

JOHNER:

Earth? I'm not going to that f***ing slum.

CALL:

If those things get to Earth, It'll be...

RIPLEY (not very concerned).

The end.

ST JUST:

That's not our problem.

CALL:

We've got to blow the ship.

CHRISTIE:

We don't have to do anything till we get off it. How long till we get

there?

CALL:

Three hours. Almost.

CHRISTIE:

Then that's what we got. Let's move.

CALL:

Don't you understand what this means?

CHRISTIE:

I understand my hide. And I like it on me. Let's go.

(to Ripley)

What are you called, Ripley? You mind taking point?

She moves to the head of the line, and they start.

CUT TO:
INT. LABS - LATER

As they progress. Everyone with a gun has it at the ready. Ripley is

a few yards in front.

She stops, sniffs. Listens.

RIPLEY:

Clear.

Johner moves up next to her.

JOHNER:

You've come up against these things before?

RIPLEY:

Yes.

JOHNER:

So what did you do ?

RIPLEY:

I died.

He lags behind a bit, thrown.

JOHNER:

That wasn't really what I wanted to hear...

DiStephano points to a door.

DISTEPFANO:

This way.

And Ripley leads them in.

CUT TO:
INT. LAB - CONTINUOUS

As Ripley enters, we can see that this lab has been trashed. Ripley

surveys the wreckage calmly, keeps moving. As the others file in, their

horrified expressions lend contrast to her lack of one.

Among the debris are three bodies, chests exploded outward.

JOHNER:

F*** me ...

CHRISTIE:

Let's keep moving.

The door to the next chamber is ajar. Christie and Vriess in, then St

Just, then Ripley.

INT..NEXT CHAMBER

Something LEAPS at Ripley from out of the shadows -- a metal bar SLAMS

into her side, throwing her off balance.

St Just and Christie spin, weapons up, and almost shoot the figure

cowering in the corner.

Everyone else rushes in as he swings the bar before him, eyes wild with

terror.

PURVIS:

Get away from me!

CHRISTIE:

Drop the rod, man. Do it!

PURVIS.

Get away...

But the energy is out of him. The rod falls with a hollow clatter. He

looks weakly from face to face.

PURVIS:

What's going on?

St Just looks at his name, stitched in his coveralls.

ST JUST:

Purvis. What's going on is that we're getting the f*** off this ghost

ship.

PURVIS:

What ship? Where am I? 1 was in cryo on the way to Xarem, work crew

for the nickel refinery...

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