Alien: Resurrection

It shoots down the shaft – picking up the second alien on its way down, neither beast able to get its bearing and get out of the way as...

... the lift SMASHES into the bottom of the shaft, crushing both the Aliens to jelly.

ANGLE: UPPER DOOR

Johner triumphantly sticks his head in the shaft.

JOHNER

Eat that, fuckneck!!

They all breathe hard, exhausted, before they can muster for the next stretch.

Call stands with her back to them.

VRIESS

Baby, am I glad to see you. I thought dickbag took you out for sure. Are you, hurt?

CALL

I'm fine.

DISTEPHANO

You got body armour on?

CALL

Yeah. Come on.

Ripley isn't buying.

RIPLEY

You were gunshot. I saw.

CALL

I'm fine!

Ripley spins her around. Call stares at Ripley, sullenly a small trickle of milky white fluid comes from her nostril Ripley looks down.

ANGLE: CALL'S CHEST

Wren has indeed made a messy hole here, but where blood and bone should be there is a tangle of synthorganic wiring. To state the obvious:

A robot.

JOHNER

Call's a goddam synthetic!

HILLARD

Son-of-a-bitch. Little Annalee's just full of surprises.

RIPLEY

(quietly)

I should have known.

ST JUST

Couldn't smell this one out?

RIPLEY

No, I mean... all that crap about being human - there's no one so zealous as a Born Again.

VRIESS

(to Call)

You're an LM7, aren't you? Is that it?

CALL

Leave me alone.

Her voice shocks her more than anyone her vocal track slip affected by the wounds.

The voice is a shade slow, and echoes strangely.

VRIESS

Call...

CALL

(bitterly)

Yes.

ST JUST

LM7? Shit. That explains a lot.

VRIESS

(to Ripley)

The latest and best. They were supposed to revitalize the synthetic industry. Instead they buried it.

Ripley looks at the girl.

RIPLEY

They were too good.

VRIESS

Oh yeah. Overrode their own behavioral inhibitors. Didn't feel like being told what to do.

The government ordered a recall. Fucking massacre.

HILLARD

1 always heard there were a few that got out alive, but man... I never thought I'd see one.

Johner starts laughing.

JOHNER

Oh, Christ. Doing fucking nickel and dime border runs, selling second hand junk to the farm belt... and we're carrying the most expensive piece of contraband in the system. That's rich.

PURVIS

(getting anxious)

It's great, she's a toaster oven... Can we leave now?

Vriess tries to touch Call's wound.

VRIESS

Let me see.

Call pulls away.

JOHNER

Yeah, get your socket wrench, Vriess. Maybe she just needs an oil change.

RIPLEY

Let's go.

They start off again, Johner and St Just bringing up the rear

JOHNER

Can't believe I almost fucked the thing.

ST JUST

Yeah, like you've never fucked a robot.

ANGLE: RIPLEY

Letting DiStephano lead.

RIPLEY

DiStephano. Where are we?

DISTEPHANO

Upper decks... Storage... the chapell's up here, not much else.

RIPLEY

Can we get to the ship?

DISTEPHANO

Well, we're a ways out of the way, but I think we can get through to the garden. From there, it's down a few levels, it's do-able. What if the fucking doctor gets there first?

VRIESS

It's a good point.

DISTEPHANO

Shit.

They have reached an access door. Debris blocks the way.

RIPLEY

Another way?

DISTEPHANO

Uh, yeah. Through the wall. We'll have to get one of these panels off. It'll take a while.

(to Vriess)

You got tools?

VRIESS

Yeah, but no torch.

JOHNER

Fucking blow the door!

HILLARD

Assface, we're on the top of this thing.

(pointing to the ceiling)

That's hull.

VRIESS

What about Wren? If he gets in the computer he can really fuck us around.

RIPLEY

We have to get in too.

DISTEPHANO

There's no access console on this level. We'd have to backtrack.

HILLARD

Fuck that.

DISTEPHANO

And I don't have the security access that Wren does anyway.

Ripley turns to Call.

RIPLEY

Call.

CALL

No. I can't.

JOHNER.

Bullshit. She's a damn well talking machine.

CALL

There's another way.

DISTEPHMO

Just tell her to access it on remote.

VRIESS

Shit, that's right. Any of the new model droids can access the mainframe.

JOHNER

Just by blinking.

CALL

I can't.

ST JUST

No time to get coy, Annalee.

CALL

I can't. I burned my modem drive. We all did.

VRIESS

You can still patch in manually. You know that.

Call looks over at the group, staring at her. She knows she doesn't have a choice.

DISTEPHANO

There's ports in the chapel.

RIPLEY

Come on.

(to the others)

You get started on that wall.

CUT TO:

INT. CHAPEL - CONTINUOUS

Ripley and Call enter the small room. Ripley sits in one of the pews, pulls out a bible.

It somewhat resembles a Newton Under the leather flap is a screen reading: "HOLY BIBLE. PRE START."

Ripley pulls out the cord from the bible's port, holds it up.

CALL

Don't make me do this.

RIPLEY

Don't make me make you.

CALL

I don't want to go in there.

RIPLEY

Get over it.

CALL

It's like... your insides are liquid. It's not real.

RIPLEY

You can blow the ship. Before it reaches Earth. Kill them all. Just give us time to get out first.

That convinces Call. She pulls up her sleeve, and begins. Pushes a part of her forearm, just below the crook of her elbow. It has a spring release catch, and a small panel rises up with two computer ports on it. She takes the cable from Ripley and plugs it in.

It looks almost like she's mainlining heroin.

She cocks her head.

CALL

Dammit.

RIPLEY

Anything?

CALL

Hold on.

She reaches in her chest, reconnects some tubes. She twitches then shuts her eyes.

It's beginning.

She begins speaking very rapidly, eyes still shut.

CALL

Breach in sector seven sector three sector nine unstable – engines operating at eighty six percent – forty six minutes until earthdock.

Her voice has a slight mechanical quality as she rattles this off. Her eyes open.

CALL

We burned too much energy – I can't make critical mass. I can't blow it.

RIPLEY

Then crash it.

CUT TO:

INT. HALL – CONTINUOUS

As the crew works at getting the wall panel off.

CUT TO:

INT. CHAPPEL – A BIT LATER

CALL

Ground level recalibrated... new destination 760, 403. Done. Forty one minutes until impact.

RIPLEY

Try to clear us a path to the ship.

CALL

Tracking movement in sublevels six through nine. Video is down. Attempted rerouting nonfunctional, wait, partial visual in waste tank 5, unauthorized presence...

VRIESS

Unauthorized?

CALL

Nonhuman.

RIPLEY

How many?

CALL

Please wait... emergency override on console 45V, level one... handprint ID...

(like herself)

It's Wren. He's almost at the Betty.

RIPLEY

And how do you feel about that?

CUT TO:

INT. HALL – CONTINUOUS

Wren is holding his hand to the scanner, just as Call described. The red light turns green and we hear the locks the door crack open.

FATHER

Emergency override validated.

The door begins to rise. Looking around him, Wren waits to through.

The door grinds to a halt, still too low to climb under. The lights go out, only the faintest glow coming from various instrument panels. Wren's expression drains.

WREN

Father, reboot systems on 45V, authorization 'starling'.

Nothing happens. Wren looks about him, beginning to sweat.

Did the aliens do this?

WREN

Father, locate power drain, report. Father?

CALL

(on the system)

Father's dead, asshole.

Wren spins in shock at the sound of Call's voice. It's everywhere around him.

She has downloaded her vocal matrix place of Father's. (She's not just speaking over a PA, she is the PA.)

The door SLAMS back down, locks clack into place. The doors behind him open up, emergency lighting pulsing along toward him.

CALL/SHIP

Intruder on level one... all aliens please proceed to level one.

Wren is freaking. He turns back down the corridor, looking about him wildly.

CUT TO:

INT. CHAPEL – CONTINUOUS

Call pulls the cord out of her port.

RIPLEY

You got a mean strak.

CALL

It's done. That should hold the fuck.

This as her voice track slips even more. She works the wires in her chest, trying to fix it.

RIPLEY

Let me see

CALL

Don't touch me.

Ripley backs off.

CALL

You must think this is pretty funny.

RIPLEY

Yes. But I'm finding a lot of things funny lately. And I'm not sure they are.

CALL

Why do you go on living? How can you stand it? How can you stand... yourself?

Ripley shrugs.

RIPLEY

Not so hard. Not much choice.

CALL

At least there's part of you that's human. I'm just... fuck. Look at me....

She looks at the hole in her chest, the white and sticky fibers.

CALL

I'm disgusting.

Her voice is at its slowest here, low and eerie. It's a mechanical problem, but it sounds just like despair.

RIPLEY

Do you dream?

CALL

I... we have neural processors that run through...

(stops)

Yes.

RIPLEY

When I sleep, I dream about it. Them. Every night. All around me... in me.