Alien: Resurrection

CHRISTIE

(to Vriess)

We got to lose the chair. Vriess.

VRIESS

I know.

CHRISTIE

Kawlang maneuver, all right?

Vriess is pulling a coil of cords from the chair.

VRIESS

Just like old times...

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INT. ROOM – LATER

A hatch opens. Ripley drops down, surveys the scene. Quiet dark, empty.

Ripley comes up, Call behind her. Ripley sniffs, listens. Closes her eyes. After a beat she starts further in and Call motions for others to follow.

Slowly, they make their way down the corridor. Ripley, Cal ,Hillard , guns drawn.

Bringing up the rear is Christie, toting a shotgun.. He turn slowly, alert, and we see that Vriess is strapped to his back facing the other way, also with a shotgun.

CALL

(to Ripley)

That lab... I can't imagine how that must feel.

RIPLEY

No. You can't.

Ripley looks down. The floor here is covered with a foot or so of dark water.

Ripley steps into it, moves up a few paces. The others gingerly follow.

Vriess is facing the back. He looks up.

VRIESS

The cooling tanks. They must have blown during the trouble.

ANGLE: THE COOLING TANKS

We see the round underbelly of two huge tanks. There are gaping, twisted holes in them.

JOHNER

The nasties couldn't have done it, could they?

HILLARD

What for...?

WREN

Down here. He is at the front with Ripley and Call, where the water is waste deep.

He looks down at a stairwell, just the top of the railing visible above the murky water.

RIPLEY

There's no other way?

WREN

We're at the bottom of the ship. Some of the worst damage is down here.

Most of the sections are sealed off.

RIPLEY

You're sure?

WREN

There's the noncom's entrance back there, but it's flooded too, and it's a longer run.

CALL

He's right. We're gonna have to do it this way.

WREN

It's just through the kitchen, then up, maybe seventy feet.

RIPLEY

I don't like it.

ST JUST

What's to like?

CHRISTIE

(to Vriess)

You ready to get wet, partner?

VRIESS

Oh yeah.

HILLARD

You sure about the distance?

WREN

Yes.

CALL

No locked doors?

WREN

It's an open hall. Just keep left when you hit the bottom of the staircase.

JOHNER

This sucks.

ANGLE: DI STEPHANO

He flips caps over the barrel of the gun, slides a panel over the digital readout.

The burner is ready to go, watertight.

DISTEPHMO

(to St Just)

You should secure'your weapons.

St Just holds up his two guns.

ST JUST

These are disposables. They can take it.

DISTEPHANO

Disposables. I heard about those. How many rounds?

ST JUST

Twenty. Split points, give you a good hole even at the smaller caliber.

DISTEPHANO

Cool.

ST JUST

They're big with hitters. 'Cause you throw 'em away after the job. Nobody likes throwing away a weapon they're attached to. You know?

He smiles at DiStephano, who looks a little uneasy about the turn the conversation has taken.

He joins the others who are getting ready to dive..

CALL

Do I have to tell everyone to take a deep breath?

A couple of the guys smile.

VRIESS

Christie, do me a favor. When we hit the surface on the other side... no backstroke. Okay?

CHRISTIE

(laughing)

You'll be forever blowing bubbles. On three...

He counts down, the two suck in enormous breaths – and dive right behind Call and Ripley.

One by one the entire crew slips down into the black water.

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INT. STAIRWELL\KITCHEN – CONTINUOUS

It's all underwater. Visibility is poor. The crew move swiftly and gracefully down the stairs and into the kitchen.

In here it's a tad labyrinthian, and the size of the room it darker. Wren heads straight for the other end.

They swim. Safety is a good fifty feet away.

They are tense, concentrated. Swimming past dark spaces. Anything could be hiding here.

Johner looks about him, very nervous. Dark spaces. He looks behind .

Three aliens are right behind him.

Panic blows half the air out of his mouth as he swings around and FIRES at them, tags one as the other two swim off into shadows with horrible ease.

Ripley, all the way to the stairs, sees. She hurries the others past her.

They swim frantically for safety, Hillard Wren, Christie and Vriess.

Rane is coming along and alien hands grab at him from the darkness, pull him into it.

Hillard FIRES in that direction, Johner bringing up the rear still firing at the third one, wounding it but not scoring killshot.

Call is swimming up the staircase, the growing light above indicating the surface.

She is almost to it when she is IN THE WEB.

A net of translucent alien goo, it is spread just six inches below the surface.

Call struggles the goo sticking to her she's running out of air – as Wren and Christie encounter the same thing – they all try to tear through it, but they are getting weaker.

Ripley looks back as the last of the crew is passing her, aliens close behind.

She looks up to see the situation ab and quickly makes for the surface – but an alien GRABS her foot, holding her down. Now SHE is running out of air, KICKS at it, it lets go.

The others are fighting, Call pops her stilletto and cuts through, but it's tough, she still can't get her head up – DiStephano, off to the side, is drowning. Takes in a huge mouthful of water and begins thrashing.

Ripley swims past everyone and grabs the hole Call cut, pulls it apart with a mighty heave, she glides up through.

CLOSEUP: RIPLEY'S FACE

Just BREAKS the surface, she takes in a huge GASP of air, FACEHUGGER CLAMPS DOWN ON HER.

Ripley goes back under, pulling at the thing as others break the surface.

Wren comes up and a hugger LEAPS right at him, but Call nails it in four shots.

Christie and Vriess break surface and both begin FIRING, back to back, in a circular sweep.

They decimate a number of eggs.