Alien: Resurrection Page #2

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A guard stands on the floor above, looking into the cell through the

square of glass in the floor, directly above Ripley.

(We see other panes of glass lining the floor, indicating more cells

below.)

ANGLE:
RIPLEY

She is still for a long while. Then she lifts her hands, looking at

them.

Touches her face, her skin.

She fingers her tunic, pulls down the neck. There is a scar running

along her chest.

She fingers it thoughtfully. -

She looks at her forearm. Tattooed near the crook of her elbow is the

number 8.

She looks up, her face unreadable.

CUT TO':

INT. LAB

Ripley is sitting on a table as Gediman draws blood from her.

He deposits it in a test beaker, studies her eyes.

Wren enters, looking at a chart.

WREN:

How's our number Eight today?

GEDIMAN:

Appears to be in good health...

WREN:

(noticing his tone)

How good?

GEDIMAN:

Extraordinary. As in, completely off our projected charts.

(shows him some photos) Look at the scar tissue. See the recession?

WREN:

This is from --

GEDIMAN:

Yesterday!

WREN:

This is good. This is very good.

GEDIMAN:

I'd like to run some tests: strength, coordination... We're not

looking at a normal cloning arc.

WREN:

Approved.

Wren goes up to Ripley, studies her face with satisfaction.

WREN:

Well, it looks like you're going to make us all very proud.

She grabs his throat with dazzling speed, applying deadly pressure as

she brings his face to hers. Her eyes are burn but lost.

RIPLEY:

Why?

GEDIMAN:

Oh my God...

He is as wide eyed as WREN, and he isn't having his windpipe crushed.

After a moment the shock wears off and he slams his hand into the

alarm.

Klaxons, red light fire up.

A guard rushes in, levels his weapon at Ripley. After a moment of

staring him down, she opens her hand. Wren falls to his knees gasping.

The guard FIRES his rifle at her -- a powerful electrical charge lashes

out and sends her flying back into the corner.

WREN:

No! No! I'm all right!

The guards keep their weapons -- 'burners', these shockrifles are

called -- leveled at Ripley. She has recovered from the shock quickly,

sits crumpled in the corner, looking at nothing in particular.

RIPLEY (wearily)

Why...?

CUT TO:

INT. OBSERVATION ROOM

Wren and Gediman watch through a one way mirror as a scientist tests

Ripley.

With them is General PEREZ, the man in charge this boat. Ramrod

straight and about as gruff as you would expect, he stares at Ripley

suspiciously.

ANGLE:
RIPLEY

The scientist is holding up cards with pictures on them: house, dog,

boat.

Ripley gives answers we can't hear through the glass, looking pissed

off and bored.

WREN:

It's unprecedented.

GEDIMAN:

Totally! She's operating at a completely adult capacity.

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