ALIENS Vs.PREDATOR

(raising his voice)

Something outside...

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - ROOFTOP LEVEL - DUSK

The wind whips at GUTTIEREZ as he blinks away his shock.

GUTTIEREZ

Holy _shit_...

DE VRIES keeps her torch beam on the moving shape. It halts by the edge of

the roof, and stares at them.

DE VRIES

Oh, nice going, man! It was a lemur!

A goddamn lemur!

GUTTIEREZ' radio headset CRACKLES to life.

HIROKO

(O.S., on headset)

Guttierez, what the hell's going on up

there?

GUTTIEREZ

Uh...sorry about that, boss. Everything's

fine. False alarm, that's all.

DE VRIES glances around the rooftop, annoyed.

DE VRIES

Hey, look; let's forget it. There's

nothing up here.

PREDATOR-VISION. DE VRIES in CLOSE-UP, glowing brightly. Her VOICE replayed

and distorted.

PREDATOR

(O.S.)

Nothing up here. Nothing up here.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - PUMP ROOM - PUMP SHAFT

URIOSTE's flashlight bobs up-and-down on the water below, still lit and well

out of reach.

URIOSTE

(disgustedly)

Shit.

DILLER

(O.S., muffled)

What's the matter?

URIOSTE

I've dropped my torch into the water.

Give me about...uh...a meter-and-a-half's

worth of slack.

DILLER

(O.S., muffled)

Okay.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - PUMP ROOM

DILLER crosses to the wall-mounted winch. On the mechanism's side is a

luminous digital counter giving the current cable depth in meters. He pulls

a throw-switch, and the display slowly changes from "8" to "9.5" as the cable

feeds out.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - PUMP ROOM - PUMP SHAFT

URIOSTE descends the dingy shaft, partially abseiling off the walls. Her

feet almost tread water. She's down as far as she can go.

URIOSTE (CONT'D)

Whoa, whoa...

INT. RYUSHI STATION - PUMP ROOM

URIOSTE's VOICE echoes up out of the pit.

URIOSTE (CONT'D)

(O.S., muffled)

...That's enough.

DILLER locks the winch-switch back into it's 'up' position. The WHINE of the

cable-feed stops immediately.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - PUMP ROOM - PUMP SHAFT

URIOSTE stretches out to the floating lamp, flexing her fingers. It's...

just...about...in...reach...

Six slender fingers EXPLODE from beneath the water's surface and clamp like a

vise around URIOSTE's wrist. A sleek eyeless head follows, trailing a body

straight out of a charnel-house nightmare. A SCREAM forms in her throat,

rapidly cut-off as the ALIEN's other hand clamps firmly over her mouth,

jerking her downwards.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - PUMP ROOM

DILLER whirls in response to the CHOKED CRY from below. He sees the winch

tripod above the shaft RATTLE, the cable going taut as an angler's line.

The wall-mounted drum is yanked so hard the lever leaps from it's 'clamped'

position, freely unspooling cable at a frightening rate. The digital counter

flickers rapidly; "11...11.5...12...12.5...13..." DILLER watches the

tripod's tubular legs buckle and collapse under the tremendous strain. He

scrambles for the winch-lever and only just manages to lock it firmly into

place; the over-stressed cable vibrating with a LOW METALLIC TWANG as it hits

the shaft's edge. DILLER's moment of satisfaction is short-lived; the deep-

sunk bolts attaching the mechanism to the wall are pull outward by the

colossal force from below. He leaps aside, avoiding the heavy piece of

machinery as it HURTLES towards him. Watches it disappear noisily into the

conduit.

DILLER

Annie!

DILLER's quivering fingers grope for his flashlight.

DILLER (CONT'D)

Annie!

He feverishly reaches the shaft's edge and peers into the darkness.

WHAT HE SEES. The torchbeam picks out the biomechanical form of the ALIEN

emerging from the sewage and effortlessly climbing the shaft walls towards

him. Recoiling in horror, he makes a run for the door. Half-way there he

remembers his pulse-rifle and dives to the floor, grasping it just as the

ALIEN reaches the top. DILLER fumbles with the safety and give the creature

a full BLAST on rock-and-roll, BLASTING it back into the pit.

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - ROOFTOP LEVEL - DUSK

GUTTIEREZ and DE VRIES hear the gunfire from below.

GUTTIEREZ

The hell was that?

PREDATOR-VISION. The PREDATOR's gaze SNAPS away from the two humans and down

onto the platform below. He watches the infra-red shapes of other people

running towards the source of the shots...

INT. RYUSHI STATION - PUMP ROOM

DILLER's on his feet and shakily heading for the exit as ANOTHER ALIEN's

claws emerge from the exposed hole. He races across the threshold and SLAMS

the thin inner door closed.

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - PLATFORM - DUSK

In a HAND-HELD SHOT we're running with HIROKO's group along the narrow

catwalk bridging the roadway to the Pump Room, KAMEN taking the lead. DILLER

sprints out of the building like a bat out of hell and collides with him.

KAMEN

Kev, wha...?

DILLER breaks free of the other man's grasp. He looks as if he's about to

say something, but never gets the chance.

There's a sound of TEARING METAL, and a HISSING seven-foot express train of

teeth and biomechanical limbs ERUPTS from the shadows.

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - ROOFTOP LEVEL - DUSK

PREDATOR-VISION. Gazing down at the platform, an unseen hunter watches the

swift black SHAPE of the ALIEN in amongst the group of humans...

From the corner of her eye, DE VRIES sees something moving nearby. She

violently pulls GUTTIEREZ out of the path of the shimmering FORM that barges

past them, launching itself from the rooftop.

INT. RYUSHI STATION - COMMAND CENTER

PARSONS sits bolt upright in his chair as the scene outside is relayed to

his bank of screens by an exterior securi-cam.

PARSONS

Oh my God...

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - PLATFORM - DUSK

With superhuman strength, the ALIEN brutally back-hands DILLER, splintering

his skull and killing him instantly. His body caromes into THOMAS, knocking

the man to the floor. The ALIEN turns to KAMEN, it's questing fingers

closing around his throat and hauling him off the ground. The space on the

catwalk it limited; there's so many people it's impossible to get a clean

shot...

HIROKO

Move! Get out of the way!

HIROKO draws a bead on the ALIEN. She flips off the safety on her rifle.

It's the tiniest CLICK, but the ALIEN somehow senses danger. It's skeletal

tail lashes out, sending both her and the weapon flying. CALDWELL gets in

for his shot, but the tail's there in a second. It strikes like a snake.

Once. Twice. The stinger punctures CALDWELL's chest and throat. Nobody

could survive something like that...

The ALIEN flicks it's skull back around to KAMEN. The man's head is inches

away from it's eyeless face...a row of burnished metal teeth open...the

toothed inner tongue ready to strike...

WHOOMPH. Something lands heavily close-up, jarring the catwalk. The ALIEN

drops KAMEN and WHIRLS. A spear wielded by an INVISIBLE FORM appears out of

nowhere and PIERCES the ALIEN's midriff, spraying acidic fluid. The creature

emits a OUTRAGED SHRIEK and flails around, it's ubiquitous tail arcing toward

the camouflaged assailant. The STINGER makes contact: there's a SPUTTERING

SOUND as the PREDATOR's cloaking device begins to flicker spasmodically,

giving us peek-a-boo glimpses of it's natural form. Electrical sparks dance

around the PREDATOR's ruin wrist-computer, luminous green blood welling from

a wound in his arm...

From out of the Pump Room comes more NOISE, like metal being trashed in a

compactor. HIROKO SCREAMS at KAMEN, who's COUGHING painfully next to the

door panel.

HIROKO

Get the door!

KAMEN hastily slaps the 'close' button and both halves of the exterior

pressure bulkhead RUMBLE together. A SECOND ALIEN appears from the shadows

within and prises it's fingers into the dwindling gap, struggling for

purchase. Despite the ALIEN's best efforts, the door motors are too powerful

and the opening seals with a satisfying solid CLUNK. MUFFLED POUNDING comes

from the other side.

Nearby, THOMAS has retrieved CALDWELL's weapon in the heat of the fight and

is bringing it to bear on the PREDATOR. At the last possible moment HIROKO

sees what he's about to do...

HIROKO

No!

Reflexively, she knocks the barrel away as THOMAS looses a volley of shots.

PREDATOR-VISION. The PREDATOR's speech analyser plays back her vocal

patterns as white-hot bullets sear the night.

PREDATOR

No!

PREDATOR-VISION. SNAPPING IN for a closer look at her.

PREDATOR (CONT'D)

No!

One of the ALIEN's hands clamps firmly onto the PREDATOR's mask and wrenches

it off. HIROKO stares at the PREDATOR's face in fascination. From the

distinctive features, we see that it's BROKEN TUSK. The PREDATOR's good hand

flashes down to his thigh, almost too quick to follow. In one rapid movement

a circular 'smart-weapon' is brought up, slicing the front of the ALIEN

skull away from it's head. In a feat of strength, the PREDATOR lifts his

opponent's corpse on the end of the spear and hurls it over the catwalk

railing...

Not wasting a second, BROKEN TUSK performs an almost-vertical bound of some

twenty feet with astounding grace. He grips a pipe running down the side of

one of the building modules, then clambers over the roof's edge and finally

disappears from view. BREWSTER continues to BARK frenetically.

HIROKO's headset has been knocked to the floor and a FRANTIC MUTED VOICE

is coming from it. She picks it up, and presses the 'transmit' switch.

HIROKO

(into headset)

It's alright, Rob...

INT. RYUSHI STATION - COMMAND CENTER

PARSONS listens to HIROKO, suddenly wide awake. The morning shifts are

starting to filter in, and it's obvious to them something's wrong...

HIROKO (CONT'D)

(O.S., on speaker)

...Everything's under control. Wait a

second.

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - PLATFORM - DUSK

THOMAS is moving from DILLER to CALDWELL, checking them for signs of life.

HIROKO catches his eye.

HIROKO (CONT'D)

Well?

THOMAS shakes his head. GUTTIEREZ and DE VRIES race across the platform to

join the stunned survivors of the skirmish. GUTTIEREZ bends down by DILLER's

body. THOMAS lays a hand on GUTTIEREZ' arm.

THOMAS

Come on, man. Leave it alone.

GUTTIEREZ

Oh, God. Dear Lord Jesus...

DE VRIES

This is like a bad dream, man. A bad

fucking dream.

HIROKO thinks quickly, and comes to a decision. She speaks into her radio

headset.

HIROKO

Rob? I want you to evac everybody from

the non-connective modules into admin.

That goes double for anybody...

INT. RYUSHI STATION - COMMAND CENTER

HIROKO (CONT'D)

(O.S., on speaker)

...already out here. We're going to lock

every bulkhead and seal the base.

EXT. RYUSHI STATION - PLATFORM - DUSK

HIROKO turns her headset off and watches numerous rotating coloured lights

dotted around the platform start to blink on-and-off. KAMEN COUGHS a few

more times.

HIROKO

Are you okay?

KAMEN rubs his throat. He nods.

KAMEN

I'll survive.

BREWSTER's BARKS cease, replaced instead with a TERRIFIED LOW WHINING.

DE VRIES

What's with the dog?

GUTTIEREZ jogs over to BREWSTER. Lowers his rifle to the ground and fumbles

with the knot tying the dog to the pipe.

GUTTIEREZ

Hey; c'mon now, girl. It's alright. Let's

just get this knot undone...

A spray of plastic shards EXPLODES not three feet away from GUTTIEREZ. The

rifle goes skittering away out of reach, and he scrambles away as an ALIEN

half-pulls itself out of the sewer overflow, wet and glistening...

KAMEN

Jan!

BREWSTER's a mass of fur, totally out of control. When the ALIEN lashes out

to grab the HOWLING animal, there's nothing GUTTIEREZ can do. BREWSTER's

legs are the last thing we see, thrashing helplessly as she's dragged down

into the splinter-edged gap.

DE VRIES

Get out of there, man!

THOMAS grabs CALDWELL's rifle from the deck. He races towards GUTTIEREZ,

with DE VRIES close behind...

THOMAS

Catch this!

From behind comes the SOUND of more rupturing plastic as biomechanoid limbs

struggle up out of newly-broken ducts. THOMAS heaves the rifle over the

heads of the emerging ALIENS. Although GUTTIEREZ snags it awkwardly, he

quickly turns the barrel on the relentless creatures.

GUTTIEREZ

Chew on this!