Total Recall Page #26

CLOSEUP ON JAWS:

CLOSEUP:

as the thing's tail lashes past Walker's face, taking a nick out of a

steel bar.

on the controls, a pair of levers: he yanks one back, shoves the other

forward, thumbs both drive buttons simultaneously.

ANGLE:

The jeep (separate drive-trains for each wheel) pulls two three-sixties

on a dime, hurling the thing toward Hicks. It smashes into the desk,

splash of water, leaps for Hicks instantly. The charge from his pulse-

rifle takes it in mid-air, hideous bile-yellow spurt of acid... And it

hits the water again with a terrific EXPLOSION of steam. The jeep

lurches out through the steam, engines SCREAMING, wheels losing

traction through the puddle, throwing up fantails of water, nearly

overturning. Hicks jumps, snags a roll bar, empties the pulse-rifle's

clip into the steam on full-auto as Walker hauls ass back down the

corridor...

JACKSON (V.O.) Hicks! What's happening?

INT. OPS ROOM

JACKSON Hicks? Hicks!

CLOSE ON SCREEN:

as the jeep-cursor speeds away from Tully's blinking locator-dot.

Spence's eyes fixed on the screen as she makes a serious stab at

swallowing her own fist.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. RODINA -- BIOLAB

VERY SLOW PAN past monitors -- one flickering like a defective strobe,

the other displaying a readout in Russian -- past an overturned mug on

a keyboard, past assorted equipment, past the shattered ruin of the

big stasis tube, to Suslov and Braun cocooned in a glittering biomech

structure of alien resin. Braun is dead, his rib cage gaping.

SCEAMS and the HAMMER of automatic weapons. Station crew fleeing in

panic enter through one door, crash into tables, scattering trays of

food, claw at one another to escape through another door. The

Vietnamese commando and her partner are last into the room; they spin

in unison and FIRE back through the door. SOUND of rending metal and

loud inhuman RAGE.

The commandos scramble for the far door as the alien crashes into the

mess:
a new form, the result of Suslov's genetic tinkering. Bigger.

Meaner. Faster. Able to reproduce more quickly.

The frantic crew are climbing a ladder. The commandos start up the

ladder. They climb through a circular hatch. Like the deck they stand

on, the hatch is made of heavy steel expansion-grid. The alien swarms

up the ladder, slams into the hatch just as the commandos close and

lock it. The alien keeps on slamming. The steel begins to bulge and

tear...

INT. ANCHORPOINT -- OPS ROOM

Hicks, Bishop, Rosetti, Shuman, and Jackson.

JACKSON Cant's raise 'em, boss.

SHUMAN Try the diplomatic codes...

JACKSON Diplomatic codes? They aren't responding to Mayday

International. Maybe they've got a transponder down, but -- hey, check

this, outgoing traffic... (she bobs her head, taps her lapboard) It's

a squirt transmission... Military decryption standard.

ROSETTI What do they have in the area?

JACKSON (taps up a fresh screen of data) Not much. Automated mining

system working NC-313... Test module for a terraforming operation

enroute MV-45... And, here we go, the battle cruiser Nikolai Stoiko.

Nine hours from Rodina if they push it.

HICKS What I wanna know is, what do we have in the area?

JACKSON (another screen of data) Not much. How about the Kansas City,

Colonel Admin transport? We hit her with a mayday, she'll get here

inside twenty hours.

HICKS Then what?

ROSETTI We abandon the station.

HICKSDestroy the station, man! We got nukes?

ROSETTI Outlawed under the Strategic Arms Reduction treaty.

JACKSON We can fiddle the overrides on the fusion package. Baby nova.

BISHOP We're dealing with a new form, Colonel. We know nothing of this

new mode of reproduction. Others may have already become hosts...

ROSETTI What are you suggesting?

BISHOP In order to be entirely certain, Colonel, it would be necessary

to

override the fusion package now.

Jackson looks up at Bishop; he's suggesting mass suicide.

HICKS I thought you were programmed to protect human life?

BISHOP (with android blandness) I'm taking the long view.

Jackson's console CHIMES, begins to display new data, ID shots of three

crew members.

JACKSON Missing persons. (she taps her way through windows of data) Two

were members of the clean-up crew who did the lab after the blowout.

Third doesn't check... No, wait. Lives with one of the first two.. But

that makes a total of fifteen... Something's happening...

HICKS Goddamn, Rosetti, it's catching!

ROSETTI (ignores him) Mayday Kansas City, Jackson.

HICKS What about Sulaco?

SHUMAN It would take two days to raise her.

HICKS (bitterly) With that sh*t on board.

ROSETTI Gateway will have our warning before Sulaco arrives.

SHUMAN Fine, Colonel. And who do you suppose will be willing to take it

seriously? Weapons Division?

JACKSON Hey, I'm getting something! The socialist space brothers speak

at last...

Her main screen flickers and jumps; the speakers hill with a roar of

STATIC --

JACKSON (continuing) Their transmission standards get worse all the --

She falls silent as the screen clear, revealing a young Slavic madwoman

-- one of Suslov's lab assistants -- in blood-drenched coveralls. Jerky

handheld video, grainy transmission, indistinct background. She

clutches a sheet of paper, reads aloud from it in a foreign language.

SHUMAN Get a translation program on line, Jackson!

Jackson's already punching. An instantaneous computer translation cuts

in as V.O.; the girl's lips move, out of sync, like a cheap dub; the

transmission is rendered in flat synthi-voice.

CLOSE UP ON SCREEN

SPOKESWOMAN ... of Progressive Peoples. Technician First Class, Tatjana

Malik. Please, we wish to inform you: we have undertaken an experiment

with genetic material obtained from the military transport vessel...

We attempted to clone the xenomorph in stasis. Failure of the stasis

system occurred in the fifteenth hour... Attempted modification of the

genetic structure has resulted in a variant which replicates rapidly,

more rapidly... (and here, horribly, she smiles) It has... taken...

most of us. Those of us who remain... We wish to warn you: you must

terminate any experiment with the material now. It is impossible. It

cannot be contained. There is no --

The image flickers, vanishes.

ANGLE:

JACKSON Lost 'em. That's it... Goddamnit, she was just a tech. Their

brass didn't bother...

HICKS No brass left...

JACKSON And you better check this, Hicks.

Her other screens display assorted images of nearly identical tunnels

and

passageways, but three of them are black; she gestures to the dark

screens.

JACKSON (continuing) This is down by the main air-scrubber. System says

those cameras are still operational, but there's something in the way.

Something big...

EXT. ANCHORPOINT -- ECO-MODULE

Huge louvers pivot smoothly, like Venetian blinds, revealing lush

vegetation through thick plastic...

INT. ECO-MODULE

Spence sits cross-legged in Newt's meadow, tearfully hugging a small

tame

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