Alien: Resurrection Page #4

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GEDIMAN:

"Fork."

The memory comes, and she shakes her head wearily.

RIPLEY (softly)

F***....

GEDIMAN (pretending to correct her)

"Fork."

Ever so slightly, she smiles. The smile fades, and after a moment:

RIPLEY:

How did you...

GEDIMAN:

How did we get you? Blood samples from Fiori 16. On ice.

Do you remember that place?

RIPLEY:

Does it grow?

GEDIMAN:

Does it.....Yeah. Rapidly.

RIPLEY:

It's a queen.

GEDIMAN:

How did you know that?

RIPLEY:

It'll breed. You'll die. Everyone in the ... f***ing.... (searches

for the word, then spits it out) ... Company. Will die.

GEDIMAN:

Company?

WREN (O.S.)

Weyland Yutani.

He has entered behind her, comes up to the table.

WREN:

Our Ripley's former employers. Terran Growth conglom, had some defense

contracts under the military. Before your time, Gediman -- they went

under decades ago, bought out by Walmart. Fortunes of war.

(to Ripley)

You'll find things have changed a good deal since your time.

RIPLEY:

1 doubt that.

WREN:

We're not flying blind here, you know. This is United Systems

military, not some greedy corporation. The potential benefits of this

race go way beyond urban pacification.

New alloys, new vaccines ... there's nothing like this in any world

we've seen.

You should be very proud.

She laughs, bitterly.

RIPLEY:

Oh, I am.

WREN:

And the animal itself is wonderous. They'll be invaluable once we've

harnessed them.

RIPLEY:

It's a cancer. You can't teach it tricks.

This stops Wren, and he retreats silently. Ripley repeats word to

herself, thinking.

RIPLEY:

"Them" ...

CUT TO:

INT. HALL CONTINUOUS

As Wren is leaving the mess, he is accosted by an ensign.

ENSIGN:

Doctor, General Perez is asking for you. We've been hailed.

CUT TO:

EXT. DEEP SPACE

We see the Auriga far in the distance Suddenly A SHIP ROARS INTO FRAME,

heading for it.

A small vessel, it is every bit dirty and jerry-rigged as the Auriga is

pristine.

To accentuate the difference, the sudden roar of its engines is

accompanied by

HEAVY, THRASHING ROCK MUSIC.

CUT TO:

INT. COCKPIT CONTINUOUS

The music is coming from nearby. Piloting the ship toward the Auriga

is HILLARD, a roughskinned woman in her forties, along with RANE, a

slight and quiet fellow.

Behind them stands ELGYN, the leader of the group.

Has the kind of authority that doesn't need to flaunt itself.

Maybe fifty, by the silver in his hair. He speaks into the vidcom

ELGYN:

(good naturedly)

My authorization code is 'f*** you', son. Now open the goddamn bay or

General Perez is gonna do a Wichita stomp on your virgin ass.

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