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A FINAL EXPLOSION blows him forward -- straight into the WHITE LIGHT!

The HANDS SEIZE HIM, pull him upward to --

145EXT. MARTIAN DESERT - DAY

The hands belong to breather-masked MINERS, dismounting rapidly from an

overloaded transport vehicle which was taking them to the Space Port.

Quail looks from them to Melina, who is walking towards the group.

QUAIL'S P.O.V. - MINERS' MASKED FACES

The miners' desert garb, shield goggles and breathers add to the

surreal nightmare quality of Quail's tortured perspective --

BACK TO QUAIL:

In terror, lost, disoriented totally.

QUAIL Am I dying?

MASKED MINER I won't lie to you, pal. You are.

MINER (from Melina's bar) I'd say in about forty years... (he and

others help Quail to his feet) ...come on, we've gotta get to the

Space Port. That Intergalactic Napoleon's switched off the air.

2ND MINER Shippin' us all out. Mars is finished.

A MINER'S WIFE watches them. She is crying.

Quail looks up at the sky. Melina follows his glance. So do the others.

Slowly, but perceptibly, the color is changing from yellow to blue.

MELINA It's happening.

MINER What is it?

All the miners are puzzled, apprehensive. Quail reaches toward the one

who spoke to him before and pulls off his breathing apparatus. At first

the man is shocked, then realizes he can breathe without it. Quail

takes off his own, then Melina's All the miners watch in amazement.

They all remove their breathing masks.

QUAIL That's just the start. Next there'll be rain and growth and ...

life.

Melina embraces him.

QUAIL (continuing) Rekall could never have come up with anything like

this.

Melina looks oddly at him, smiling, mysterious.

As the sky becomes more and more blue, more of the Miners descend from

the bus. Softly at first, then with more and more confidence, they

begin singing the Martian National Anthem.

The music swells. Quail puts his arm around Melina. They both join in

the chorus.

It reaches an impassioned crescendo as the FRAME FREEZES and the END

CREDITS ROLL UP the screen.

THE END:

Alien 3:

"A L I E N I I I"

by

William Gibson

Revised first draft screenplay

from a story by David Giler and Walter Hill

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FADE IN:

DEEP SPACE - THE FUTURE

The silent field of stars -- eclipsed by the dark bulk of an

approaching ship. CLOSER.

ANGLE ON THE HULL

A towering cliff of metal, Sulaco.

INT. SULACO -- HYPERSLEEP VAULT

TRACKING down the line of empty, open capsules. Frozen twilight. The

final four capsules are sealed, lids in place.

ANGLE -- INSIDE CAPSULE

NEWT, then RIPLEY. HICKS next, his head and chest bandaged. Then BISHOP

in his caul of plastic. But the lid of Bishop's capsule is misted with

hothouse condensation.

CLOSER:

A tear of fluid streaks the condensation.

An alarm SOUNDS.

A monitor begins to scroll data.

TIGHT ON MONITOR

TROOP TRANSPORT SULACO CMC 846A/BETA MISSION/LV-426/RETURN STATUS RED

TREATY VIOLATION REF: #99AG558L5 CAUSE: NAVIGATIONAL ERROR

Bland feminine voice of the ship's computer, as the alarm continues to

SOUND.

COMPUTER Attention. Due to failure of navigational circuitry, Sulaco

has entered a sector claimed by the Union of Progressive Peoples.

Auxiliary systems are now on line. Course corrected. Hardwired

protocols prevent, repeat, prevent arming of nuclear warheads in the

absence of Diplomatic Override, Decryption Standard Charlie Nine. On

present course, Sulaco will exit the U.P.P. sector at nineteen hundred

hours fifty three point eight minutes.

EXT. SULACO

The ship slides past beneath us. A U.P.P. interceptor descends INTO

FRAME, matching course and speed with Sulaco. The interceptor settles

on Sulaco like a wasp.

INT. INTERCEPTOR

Three commandos climb into spacesuits. The Leader opens a hatch in the

deck, revealing one of Sulaco's airlocks. FIRST COMMANDO, a young

Vietnamese woman, scrambles down and attaches magnetic units to the

airlock. SECOND COMMANDO studies a monitor, tapping out a sequence on

a keyboard. First Commando gestures from hatch: no good. Second

Commando tries again. A grating SOUND as Sulaco's airlock begins to

open.

INT. SULACO -- CARGO LOCK

Darkness. Armed commandos climb through opening and descend a ladder.

Reaching the deck, they fan out, weapons ready. Their leader examines

the damaged dropship. First Commando gestures urgently. She's found

something.

Bishop's legs, broken, grotesquely twisted, still in fatigues, the

white android blood clotted into powder. First and Second Commandos

exchange looks through their faceplates.

COMPUTER Attention. Integrity breach, Cargo Lock 3. Security alert.

Integrity breach, B Deck...

INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT -- LEADER'S POV

The chilly aisle of capsules.

Commandos move down the line, guns poised. They peer in at Newt,

Ripley, and Hicks, but the lid of Bishop's capsule is pearl-white. The

Leader tries the controls at the foot of the capsule, where green and

red indicators glow. Nothing happens. He opens a panel, finds an

emergency lever, tries it. The green indicators wink off. The lid

rises. A dense pale mist flows out, spilling over the edges of the

capsule, revealing the ovoid of a gray Alien egg. Rooted in the center

of Bishop's synthetic entrails, the egg instantly ejaculates a Face-

hugger, which strikes the leader's faceplate in a spray of acid. He

screams, blinded by the acid, grappling with the thing as it begins to

force its way into his helmet, its tail lashing furiously. Clawing at

it, he plunges blindly back down the aisle, stumbling, smashing into

the empty capsules. He vanishes through the entranceway, his screams

giving way to frenzied gagging SOUNDS.

The First Commando scrambles after him.

INT. CARGO LOCK

The Leader writhes on the deck beside the main cargo lock. First

Commando rushes in, crouches beside him, takes careful two-handed aim

with her sidearm -- she FIRES, attempting to kill the face-hugger

without hitting the Leader. The

face-hugger EXPLODES in a gout of acid; ragged holes burn through the

side of his helmet. First Commando frantically works the lock controls.

As the inner lock opens, she shoves the leader over the edge with her

foot.

EXT. SULACO

Helmetless, headless, trailing a cloud of blood and acid, the Leader

tumbles through space.

INT. CARGO LOCK

Eyes of the First Commando through her faceplate. Beat. Something

moves, behind her. She spins, bringing up her gun. Backlit in the

entrance to the vault, a black, multi-armed figure. The beam from her

lamp finds it -- the Second Commando, with Bishop in his arms.

DISSOLVE TO:

IN DEEP SPACE -- VARIOUS ANGLES

A station the size of a small moon, and growing; unfinished sections of

hull are open to vacuum. A vast, irregular structure, the result of the

shifting goals of successive administrations.

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