EXT. DEEP SPACE SILENT BLACK.
We sweep slowly across an endless tapestry of stars. Finally she comes
the U.S.S. AURIGA. A massive research vessel that sits majestically
just beyond Pluto's orbit.
We TRACK ALONG the side of the ship, and
along the silent, empty corridors, coming at last to a door with two
guards standing rigid in front of it. Full armour, powerful
shockrifles, expressions empty and cold.
Along a row of screens, where we see the first signs of life readouts,
lights, data -- all shifting and collating on the blinking screens.
As we move ALONG them, a figure-in a labcoat passes through the frame,
then another,leading us along the lab to settle on what looks like a
Cryogenic tube, not big enough for a human.
Still TRACKING around it, we glimpse inside some vague, fetal mass
encased in a clear, aspic-like gel.
Tubes and cables a attached to the mass, running out of the machine.
As we still CIRCLE, the shape begins to be more coherent, till we can
see what might even be a face.
Eyes, shut tight. Sleeping. Dreaming.
A birds eyes view of a field, the soft golden waves filling the screen.
Sharp contrast to what we have seen before.
There is a woman wandering through the field. Beside her a girl, seven
or eight, in dingey sundress. Both have black, tousled hair.
My mom always said there were no monsters -- no, real ones -- but there
The girl stops, looks around her. The wheat comes all the up to her
chest, and nothing else is visible as far as she see.
She looks back at the woman but the woman is already more than fifty
The girl's expression becomes perplexed.
She slaps a bug on the back of her neck. Pulls it off and is HUGE,
wriggling fleshily in her hand. Her expression becomes even more
distraught, but she cannot muster forth a shout.
The sound of insects-fills the air. Another bug lands on her, another.
She looks down in growing horror and sees:
Blood. At her feet, rising, filling the field, rising above the wheat,
a sea of blood now, dark, thick.
The girl tries again to scream, raises her arms. She is completely
covered in insects, a skittering black shroud of them, and when she
finally does SCREAM they flood into her mouth.
Instruments show a jolt in heart rate, blood pressure.
Scientists note it down, look over at the thing in aspic.
We can tell that time has passed because it is much bigger, nearly the
size of a man, and in a new case.
The camera moves in on the cardiograph, then moves down, to show a
second one. Tracking a smaller, much faster heartbeat.
Tiny. dark, and we are moving through it at impossible speed turning
into another without slowing, up into an air vent, still moving, moving
until we reach a chamber, some place where all we can see is a mass of
dark, moving, inhuman fle it welcomes us in, envelops us...
RIPLEY Lying somewhere, maybe the dark-chamber -- in the dream
it keeps shifting.
She opens her eyes, but they are dark, whiteless.
She reaches for her chest and begins scratching . Hard.
Tearing at it, as blood wells up, spilling over her sides.
INT. OPERATING CHAMBER
And the cause of this dream becomes apparant:
being cut open with a lasersaw.
We see her body still has a layer of the aspic-slime clinging to it.
And her skin is unnaturally blue. But as we PAN from her chest to her
face her identity is unmistakable.
Around her are several men in operating masks. Cutting her GEDIMAN, a
young and enthusiastic scientist. One man, seemingly in charge, stands
a bit off, watching. This, by tag on his coat, is DR WREN.