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Ripley leaps into a seat with Newt, |
strapping in. Bishop wrestles with |
landing legs retract, ripping free. |
harness latches home. cradling her. |
the controls. |
Ripley slams Begins |
The |
her seat |
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RIPLEY |
• Punch |
it, Bishop! 100 |
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The entire lower level of the station disappears in a |
fireball. The air vibrates with intense heat waves and |
concussion. The drop-ship engines fire. Ripley is slammed |
back in her seat. The ship vaults out and up, Bishop standing |
it on its tail, pouring on the gees. Ripley and Newt see |
everything shake into a blur. |
EXT. STRATOSPHERE |
The drop-ship lunges up out of the cloud |
layer into the |
clear high night. Below, the clouds light up from beneath |
from horizon to horizon. |
A SUN HOT DOME OF ENERGY bursts up through the cloud layer, |
whiting out the FRAME. The |
tiny ship is slammed by the |
shockwave, tossed forward ... and climbs, scorched but |
functioning, toward the stars. |
INT. DROP-SHIP |
Ripley and Newt watch the blinding glare fade away and |
they sit, wide-eyed, trembling, realizing they are finally |
and truly safe. Newt starts to cry quietly, and Ripley |
strokes her hair. |
RIPLEY |
It's okay, baby. We made it. |
It's over. |
INT. SULACO CARGO LOCK |
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190 |
The scorched and battered ship once again sits in its.drop |
bay, steam blasting from cooling vents beside the engine. |
Rotating clearance lights sweep the dark chamber hypnotically. |
INT. DROP-SHIP |
Bishop stands behind Ripley as she kneels beside a comatose |
Hicks. |
BISHOP |
I gave him a shot, for the pain, but |
I think he's going to be okay. We'll |
need to get a stretcher to carry him |
up to medical. |
Ripley nods and, picking up Newt, precedes Bishop down the |
aisle to the loading ramp. |
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BISHOP |
I'm sorry if I gave you a scare |
but that platform was just becoming |
too unstable .•• |
INT. CARGO LOCK - DROP-SHIP |
Bishop continues as they move down the ramp. |
BISHOP |
I had to circle and hope things |
didn't get too rough to take you |
off. |
Ripley turns to him, stopping partway down the ramp. |
She puts her hand on his shoulder. |
RIPLEY |
You did okay, Bishop. |
BISHOP |
Well, thanks, I --101 |
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He notices a tiny innocuous drop of liquid splash onto the |
ramp next to his shoe. SSSSSS. Acid. SOMETHING BURSTS |
FROM HIS CHEST, spraying Ripley with milklike android blood. |
It is the razor-sharp scorpion TAIL of the alien QUEEN. |
Driven right through him from behind. Bishop thrashes, |
seizing the protruding section of tail in his hands, as it |
slowly lifts him off the deck. Above them the Queen glowers |
from its place of concealment among the hydraulic mechanisms |
inside one landing-leg bay. It blends perfectly with the |
machinery until it begins to emerge. Seizing Bishop in two |
great hands it rips him apart and flings him aside, shredded, |
like a doll. |
It descends slowly to the deck, the rotating |
lights glistening across its shiny black limbs, dripping |
acid and rage. Still smoking where Ripley half fried it. |
The Queen is huge, powerful ••. and very pissed off. It |
descends slowly, its six limbs unfolding in inhuman |
geometries. |
Ripley moves with nightmarish slowness herself, staring |
hypnotized ... terrified to break and run. She lowers Newt |
to the deck, never taking her eyes off the creature. |
RIPLEY |
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