Alien: Resurrection

I used to be afraid to dream, but I'm not anymore.

CALL

Why?

RIPLEY

Because no matter how bad the dreams get... when I wake up it's always worse.

Purvis enters.

PURVIS

I guess we're almost there.

RIPLEY

Right.

He exits again. Call finishes fiddling with her internal wiring. We hear her voice slip back to normal as she says:

CALL

Let's get going.

CUT TO:

INT. TUNNEL

As they come one by one through the wall.

DISTEPHANO

Not far now.

PURVIS

God, I'm so tired...

JOHNER

Yeah, well, we'll sleep when we're dead.

Ripley follows him through.

RIPLEY

Don't count on it.

The rest of them come through and walk into:

INT. THE GARDEN – CONTINUOUS

The Garden runs nearly half a mile straight across, and then down on a terraced slope.

Everywhere are different kinds of plants: trees, vegetable plants, exotic and experimental hybrids.

Access paths crisscross the beds.

It's huge, the single biggest space on the ship. Yet the low ceiling, latticed with grow-lamps now dim in nightcycle, and prodigious undergrowth make it labyrinthian, almost claustrophobic.

From where the crew is, they can barely see where it slopes down.

JOHNER

What's this fucking deal?

DISTEPHMO

This supplies most of the food for the unit.

VRIESS

(holding a lucious ripe pear)

You guys got something against spam?

DISTEPHMO

And there's some lab work here too. Hybridization.

RIPLEY

At the other end?

DISTEPHMO

Runs down to the by the waste tanks. We can get to the dock from there. You, okay?

Ripley is holding her head. She shuts her eyes.

CALL

What is it?

Ripley shakes it off.

RIPLEY

Nothing. I'm okay.

She looks out at the jungle, they have to cross.

CALL

We should get moving.

ST JUST

Hey! Check it out!

He has come upon a small loading truck, a sort of platform jeep. Vriess checks it out, takes a huge bite of his pear.

VRIESS

Beats walking.

He hauls himself up into it. Everybody piles onto the back flatbed just a foot or so off the ground and just big enough to hold everyone but Vriess, Call and Ripley, who pushes into the driver's seat.

VRIESS

Quickly and quietly, people.

Ripley stares uncomprehendingly at the controls for a moment till Call flips on the ignition.

RIPLEY

Thank you.

The jeep pulls out. It's electric, so it emits just a low hum as she takes it at a good clip toward the other side.

The access paths are just a bit wider than the jeep itself, plants rising tall all around them.

Ripley concentrates on driving.

They pass through a section of wheat, then of corn. As they come to another section.

The crew's expressions change to one of pleased disbelief.

ST JUST

So this is what heaven looks like.

We see they have driven into a healthy section of CANNABIS plants growing ten feet high.

The car screeches to a halt. Ripley's at a crossroads of sorts.

RIPLEY

Which way?

HILLARD

(looking at the plants)

I always wondered where the military got its funding...

An alien SHOOTS out of the brush and lands on Hillard everyone SCREAMS – Ripley SLAMS her foot on the pedal.

The jeep PEELS OUT, as more emerge from the brush.

HILLARD

Get it off MeeeaaaaAAGGHRE!!!!

It bores into her head before St Just can blow it away. It's head exploding in fragments of bone and sizzling blood as it falls away from the jeep, Hillard's body still clutched in arms.

Another leaps out at them, but the jeep is going a good clip and it misses.

The crew peppering it with bullets.

They look,about them, guns ready.

ANGLE: IN THE BRUSH

Something runs parallel to them in the plants.

ANGLE: ABOVE

Two more run on top of the grow-lamps, pacing them as well.

One DROPS DOWN – Ripley SWERVES out of the way, driving in the plants.

They are varied, exotic – and there are aliens behind half of them.

The crew BLASTS away all around them Ripley drives a drunkard's path through the brush, avoiding trees that dot the scape.

An alien DROPS onto the hood, another grabs the side – Vries takes out the first, blowing it off, but the second grabs Johner, he goes flying over the side, dropping his gun.

St Just is too preoccupied with his own problems on the other to see that Johner is being dragged, the alien still clutching onto him.

Shots bang out, ripping into the alien, which lets go. Johner looks up to see Purvis holding Johner's gun.

Johner drags himself back on.

One jumps down onto St Just, tears a good chunk out of his midsection before he dusts it.

Another alien jumps on the hood just as the jeep SAILS over first ledge of the terraced slope, comes down hard enough knock it off, SAILS over the next – the crew can barely hang on as the jeep crashes down slope after slope.

Ripley swerves back onto the road, the jeep sliding over onto the steps beside it, rocking violently as they shoot down the remainder of slope, the aliens close on their heels.

Still blasting away at the beasts, the crew is able to put little distance between them as they come to the end of the garden. Here it divides into three sections, all open halls with access for the jeep.

RIPLEY

Which way?

DISTEPRMO

(looking over)

Left! Left!

She swerves left, the jeep bouncing into the hall.

INT. HALL – CONTINUOUS

Where windows running along either side look out onto black space.

Ripley drives as far as she can, till a staircase – going – fills her vision, too steep for the jeep. She SLAMS on brakes. the jeep spinning out and coming to a halt.

The crew piles out, DiStephano grabbing Vriess. At the other end of the hall, the aliens can be seen approaching.

The crew BLASTS at them, the aliens, blood splattering the narrow hall.

ANGLE: THE BLOOD

Eating into the walls. the floor.

CALL/SHIP

Warning. Potential hullbreach. Clear sector.

DISTEPHANO

(indicating the steps)

Down here!

They start down – all but St Just. He gets out of the jeep with difficulty.

Looks down at his wound.

Johner looks around to see him still standing atop the steps.

JOHNER

St Just! Come on, man.

St Just looks down at the wound. Back at Johner. He walks calmly away, towards the aliens.

CALL

St Just!

ST JUST

You go.

He looks at the approaching aliens.

ST JUST

I'm bored.

CALL/SHIP

Warning. Evacuate sector.

A moment, then the crew takes off.

St Just takes a handful of pills, pops them into his mouth. Only the slightest grin suffuses his face, as he waits for the aliens.

They close on him, and he raises his guns.

CALL/SHIP

Warning...

CUT TO:

INT. HALL NEARBY – CONTINUOUS

The crew runs full out.

DISTEPHANO

We have to get out of the sector!

RIPLEY

Where!

DISTEPHANO

There!

He points at a door that's down two flights and across the hall.

CUT TO:

INT. HALL – CONTINUOUS

The aliens close, and St Just FIRES, blasting away with bot guns. Aliens writhe on the floor before him, still they cover the bodies of their brothers, still he fires. Call / Ship monotones of warning in sharp contrast to the chaos – St Just fires until both guns are empty. In one smooth motion he drops them both and jerks his wrists and TWO MORE disposable guns fly into his palms and he blasts away.

ANGLE: THE BLOOD

Eating through the hull.

ANGLE: THE CREW

Desperately racing for the door.

ANGLE: ST JUST

Firing with quiet glee.

ANGLE: THE CREW

The first of them are through the door.

ANGLE: St JUST

The aliens are getting closer, but still he mows them down. Both his guns click, spent.

ST JUST

Damn.

CALL/SHIP

Warning.

And BOOM!!!!, the hall BURSTS OPEN, everything explodes into space, the wind rushes out as BOOM!!!, the whole garden sector rips open, sucked out, as...

ANGLE: RIPLEY

Is the last to get out, but the pressure change SUCKS HER she flies backwards, the section door coming down just in time as she SLAMS into it, the door closing fully as she falls, lack of pressure sucks at the door itself, it creaks and be inward slightly, but it holds.

The others have exited into the next hall. They've been tossed about, but not as badly.

Call stops, runs back to Ripley, helps her up. Ripley is dazed; the door hit the back of her head solidly.

CALL

Can you walk?

RIPLEY

I think I...

CALL

I'm not fucking carrying you.

Ripley doesn't even hear her; something else drowns Call out. Ripley puts her hands over her ears.

RIPLEY

Mistake... mistake...

CALL

Ripley.

RIPLEY

I can hear them, in the hive... it's close... We're on the hive.

CALL

Jesus. Come on.

RIPLEY

I can hear them... the queen...

CALL

What...?

RIPLEY

She's in pain.

They CRASH UP through the floor panels, six of them, surrounding the two women.

Call can barely spin before Ripley GRABS her and HURLS her fifteen feet down the corridor, out of harm's way.

The aliens close on Ripley. She struggles but she's still weak. One slams her onto the ground. Call recovers, looks back at Ripley

As the aliens drag her unconscious body back down under the floor.

CALL

RIPLEY!

CUT TO:

INT. AIR VENT – CONTINUOUS

Dark, cramped, and already covered with a hardening layer of resin.

Skittering, insectile motion at one end heralds the aliens, as two of them crawl rapidly along. The third craw upside down, the semiconscious Ripley draped over its chest If she were awake, and out of her mind, she could be kissing the beast.

Her eyes flutter open, but she is obviously still groggy.

ANGLE: RIPLEY'S POV

Alien head, dark tunnel passing beneath.

Scuttling through a small maze, the aliens come out into:

INT. WASTE TANK 5 – CONTINUOUS

A vast, dark chamber, entirely encrusted with alien goo. Air vent opens about three quarters of the way up the chamber. The aliens pour out and immediately scuttle UP, carrying Ripley to the top of the chamber.

They circle her and begin secreting resin, spinning a web around her.

The resin comes out of their backs in spits and globs.

It isn't pleasant, and Ripley struggles feebly as they begin to cocoon her.