Total Recall Page #37

Hicks moves Spence's head, pillows her on a folded jacket, swings his

way over to the commando, offers her water from a plastic bottle. She

refuses it.

HICKS Yeah?

BISHOP The source, Hicks. You'll have to trace them back, find the

point of origin. The first source. And destroy it.

HICKS I dunno, Bishop. Maybe we just oughta stay out of their way...

BISHOP You can't, Hicks. This goes far beyond mere interspecies

competition. These creatures are to biological life what antimatter is

to matter.

HICKS How do you mean?

BISHOP There isn't room for the both of you, Hicks, not in this

universe.

HICKS That's crazy, Bishop...

BISHOP No. You're already at war, Hicks. War to extermination. The

alien knows no other mode.

HICKS Hell, man, we been at war all my life. Near enough, anyway. With

her. (he looks down at the commando) With all her brothers and sisters.

That's what got us into this sh*t in the first place!

BISHOP But now you've seen the enemy, Hicks. So has she. She's not it.

Neither are you. This is a Darwinian universe, Hicks. Will the alien be

the ultimate survivor?

Hicks doesn't answer. He just looks at Bishop. Bishop goes back to his

circuitry.

CLOSE on Spence's sleeping face, and the face of the dying commando.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. SPACE

Approach of a large ship.

The PING of homing radar.

ANGLE ON THE HULL

As it slides past, enormous letters: KANSAS CITY.

EXT. SPACE - ANGLE UP

From below Kansas City as a wide bay opens.

The interceptor comes INTO FRAME and is drawn up into the brightly-lit

hold.

The bay closes.

EXT. SPACE

Kansas City. Receding. Gone.

The stars.

FADE OUT.

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