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                   “Alien Revelation”

                      Written by

                    Alan D. Watkins




Third Draft                             Alan D. Watkins
November 1, 2005                        13345 Waverly Road
                                        Olathe, Ks. 66061

                                        (913)-856-7216
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FADE IN:

INT. INTERSTELLAR TUG “NOSTROMO” – HYPERSLEEP CHAMBER

From the original “Alien” movie, the crew of the “Nostromo” awakens from hypersleep.
Then a rapid chronological montage of the most horrific scenes from the previous “Alien”
movies, ending with “Alien Resurrection” as Ripley clone number eight encounters the
deformed Ripley number seven and destroys it with the flame-thrower.

CUT TO:

INT. APARTMENT – BEDROOM – DAWN

The back wall of an empty bedroom. Suddenly, Ellen Ripley‟s face (in profile) pops into
the forefront as she bolts upright into a sitting position on the bed. She is sitting arrow
straight up in her bed, frantically gasping for air. Then a man‟s voice (close) off-screen.

                                 UNSEEN MALE (V.O.)
                   Could I get some of those covers back?

No response.

                                  UNSEEN MALE (V.O.)
                   Not that I‟m cold or anything, but I just think that if
                   a relationship as involved as; say, marriage, is to
                   have any chance of long term success, then all
                   mutual personal assets should be . . . . shared.

Ellen continues to stare straight ahead.

                                  UNSEEN MALE (V.O.)
                   Equally.

Slowly Ellen cocks her head back toward the voice as the camera tracks in front of her
and pulls back to view the pair of them, revealing the bare torso (with a nasty scare across
his left breast) of the man lying in the bed beside and slightly behind her.

                                  UNSEEN MALE (V.O.)
                   I just thought a little humor might, uh . . . . .

                                            ELLEN
                   Wrong.

The camera; while continuing to hold Ellen‟s face in frame, pans upward from the torso
of her male companion to reveal the face of DWAYNE HICKS.


                                           DWAYNE
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                  O-o-o-o-kay. I‟ll make a note of that.
                     (then putting a hand on Ellen‟s shoulder)
                  Hey. You gonna be alright?

                                         ELLEN
                  God I wish I knew.

INT. APARTMENT – ELLEN RIPLEY‟S BEDROOM – DAWN

Dwayne leans forward and pecks Ellen on the cheek, then swings around and practically
JUMPS out of bed.

                                       DWAYNE
                     (as he goes into the bathroom)
                  Well, the nightmares may not be going away
                  completely, but at least they‟re getting further apart
                  each time. That‟s encouraging.

                                        ELLEN
                  Yeah, after two decades I‟m down to only a couple
                  of bouts a week. At this rate they‟ll be completely
                  gone by the time I‟m two hundred years old. Some
                  progress.

                                   DWAYNE (V.O.)
                  Hey, don‟t be so negative. After all, you‟re gonna
                  be what, a hundred and ten come next birthday?
                  You‟re over halfway there already.

                                      ELLEN
                  Very funny. You‟re so supportive.

                                   DWAYNE (V.O.)
                  Thank you. It‟s nice to be appreciated.
                     (the sound of the shower being turned on)
                   What‟s for breakfast?

                                         ELLEN
                  Oh, smooth segue.
                     (then louder, as she throws on a robe and
                     walks toward the bedroom door)
                  What do you want?

                                     DWAYNE
                     (peeking around the bathroom door)
                  Surprise me.

                                         ELLEN
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                        (walking out of the room)
                   I‟ll surprise you. I‟ll let you fix your own damn
                   meal.

INT. APARTMENT – KITCHEN/DINING ROOM – DAWN

Ellen walks into the kitchen and looks at the digital clock on the automatic coffee maker.
The clock reads 5:59 AM.

CLOSE-UP – AUTOMATIC COFFEE MAKER

As the clock changes to 6:00 AM, the coffee maker comes to life and fresh brewed coffee
begins dripping into the bottom of the coffeepot.

INT. APARTMENT – KITCHEN/DINING ROOM – DAWN

Ellen walks over to a small refrigerator, opens the door and peers into it. She sticks a
hand into the refrigerator and shuffles through several small packages then pulls one out
and closes the door. She turns and pops the package into a microwave type oven.

INT. APARTMENT – BEDROOM – DAWN

Dwayne has showered, dried, and put on his pants, shoes, and a military tee shirt. He
finishes buckling his belt and walks through the bedroom door.

INT. APARTMENT – KITCHEN/DINING ROOM – DAWN

Ellen sets a glass of orange juice on the table, then walks over to retrieve the meal from
the oven as Dwayne enters the room. Dwayne sits down at the table as Ellen places the
plate of food on the table in front of him.

                                       DWAYNE
                      (looking down enthusiastically at his meal)
                   Sausage and eggs. Great.
                      (then looking up at Ellen)
                   Aren‟t you eating?

                                              ELLEN
                         (as she walks over to the kitchen counter and
                         pours herself a cup of coffee)
                   I‟m not really hungry at . . . . .
                         (her voice trails off momentarily as she
                         drifts off into her own thoughts)
                   . . . . . . the moment.

                                       DWAYNE
                     (begins to eat, then stops)
                   Now what‟s the matter?
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                      ELLEN
   (as she walks back to the table and sits down
   with the cup of coffee in both hands)
You know, it‟s not just about US. This whole thing
could end up affecting other people too, you know.

                    DWAYNE
  (as he begins eating)
What whole thing?

                           ELLEN
The . . . . . . . . you know.

                  DWAYNE
The “ALIEN” thing, if that‟s what you‟re referring
to, is over.

                       ELLEN
Says who?

                     DWAYNE
    (dropping his fork)
I can‟t believe we‟re going through this again.
    (then seeing the determination in her face)
Okay, one last time. First of all, Weyland-Yutani
never acknowledged any direct responsibility for
what happened on LV-426. THEY insisted that
Burke acted on his own initiative, and the ICC
upheld that claim.

                       ELLEN
Oh yeah, like the ICC is going to argue. We both
know that the interstellar corporations have most of
the government officials in their back pocket.

                      DWAYNE
No, we don‟t both KNOW that. And are you
forgetting that, even though the corporation was
cleared of any liability, they still paid both you
AND Newt a substantial settlement.



                        ELLEN
That‟s pocket change for them. And what did YOU
get, other than that nasty scar? What was your
compensation?
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                     DWAYNE
Three squares and a paycheck, just like I signed up
for. You know I didn‟t expect anything else. I was
there on a mission, and I knew the danger. That
was my job, and it comes with the territory.
Besides, Weyland-Yutani doesn‟t even exist
anymore. So even if you did want to continue to
take issue with them, I don‟t know who . . . . .

                      ELLEN
Just because they merged with some other
conglomerate and created a new corporate name
doesn‟t change the fact that the same ruthless
megalomaniacs are still in control.

                   DWAYNE
Gees Ellen, would you listen to yourself.

                      ELLEN
This is not a joke, Dwayne.

                      DWAYNE
You‟re right, it‟s not. But you‟ve spent most of
your waking hours trying to dig up dirt on someone
other than Carter Burke, and you‟ve found
NOTHING. Maybe it‟s time to give it up.

                       ELLEN
Something is still going on, and I‟m going to find
out what it is.

                    DWAYNE
What WHAT is?

                     ELLEN
Well what about the demolition expedition they sent
to LV-426? What happened there?

                    DWAYNE
They had an accident. It happens sometimes. It‟s a
dangerous business they‟re in. Trust me, I know.

                     ELLEN
I‟m not buying it. Something else happened on that
mission, and I‟m going to find out what it was.

                    DWAYNE
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                   What you‟re going to do, if you keep this up, is
                   make yourself crazy. The demolition mission
                   destroyed the alien eggs left in the spacecraft on
                   LV-426. So no more aliens. End of story.

                                          ELLEN
                   I‟m not so sure.

                                        DWAYNE
                   I am.
                       (then looking at his wristwatch)
                   Now I‟ve got to get going.
                       (getting up and walking to the bedroom)
                   Great breakfast. Thanks.

                                        ELLEN
                      (almost whispering, despondently)
                   You‟re welcome.

Ellen just sits there. Finally she gets up and leaves the room also.

INT. APARTMENT – BEDROOM – DAWN

Ellen strolls absentmindedly into and across the room, then into the bathroom.

INT. APARTMENT – BATHROOM – DAWN

Ellen stops just inside the bathroom door and stares at Dwayne‟s back.

                                          ELLEN
                   You know I really don‟t like starting the day off this
                   way. The last thing I want to do is argue with you.
                       (as she walks up behind Dwayne; who is
                       standing at the sink brushing his teeth, and
                       puts her arms around his waist, then kisses
                       him on the back of his neck)
                   I don‟t know how I ever got along without you.

                                         DWAYNE
                      (spitting into the sink)
                   Me neither.

Dwayne turns to face Ellen, revealing a fresh ring of toothpaste around his mouth, and
attempts to kiss her on the lips. Ellen pulls back and slaps him gently on the shoulder.

                                          ELLEN
                   You‟re disgusting.
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                                         DWAYNE
                      (as he turns to finish his task)
                  Why, thank you. That‟s exactly what I was going
                  for. Mission accomplished.

                                        ELLEN
                  I suppose you‟re proud of yourself.

                                        DWAYNE
                      (while grabbing a towel to dry his face)
                  As a matter of fact, I am proud. Very proud. Proud
                  of myself, equally proud of my spouse, and
                  extremely proud of our daughter.

Dwayne drops the towel on the lavatory counter and exits the bathroom. Ellen follows.

INT. APARTMENT – BEDROOM – DAWN

Dwayne walks across the bedroom to a valet which has his lieutenant colonel‟s shirt, tie,
and jacket hanging on it.

                                      DWAYNE
                  Speaking of which, what‟s going on with our
                  adventurous young trooper. I haven‟t heard from
                  her in over a week. What about you, any word?

                                        ELLEN
                  Not lately. But you know how her schedule is. I
                  mean, you of all people should understand that.

                                       DWAYNE
                  Oh yeah.

                                       ELLEN
                  Which brings us back to another question. Why?

Dwayne is putting on and buttoning his shirt. He stops momentarily and looks at Ellen.

                                       DWAYNE
                  Why what?

                                         ELLEN
                  You know why what. After all the bullshit WE
                  have been through with this fucking corps, how
                  could you possibly let HER go out and join up?

                                       DWAYNE
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                  What do you mean, LET her join up? I don‟t recall
                  her asking my permission. And with regards to this
                  “fucking corps,” as you so eloquently put it, in spite
                  of all the bureaucracy, red tape, and other crap that
                  we‟ve had to endure…well, all things considered,
                  I‟d say it‟s been a pretty good living.

Ellen stares back at Dwayne unconvinced as he continues to get dressed.

                                        DWAYNE
                  Look, I know some of the things associated with
                  “Colonial Marine” . . . . .correction……with
                  “Universal Guard” policies and procedures that we
                  have to deal with is frustrating at times. But the
                  things we‟re talking about here, they‟re not MAJOR
                  problems. We‟re doing just fine . . . . and so is she.
                  I mean, my God, she‟s only been in the service for
                  six months and she‟s already made corporal. It took
                  me THREE years to make that and . . . . . and that‟s
                  another thing. She‟s been in SIX MONTHS
                  already. Why the hell are we still………..

                                          ELLEN
                  I was just trying to figure out HOW it happened.


                                     DWAYNE
                  There is no “How.” It just happened.

                                        ELLEN
                  Are you saying it was an accident?

                                       DWAYNE
                  No, I‟m saying that it was her decision.

                                      ELLEN
                  Someone influenced her.

                                         DWAYNE
                  Well, it‟s not like she didn‟t know anything about it.
                  After all, her father‟s a soldier. Maybe she decided

                                  DWAYNE (Cont‟d)
                  it wouldn‟t be such a bad profession after all.
                  Maybe she decided to . . . . .
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                                        ELLEN
                 Follow in her father‟s footsteps? Carry on the
                 tradition? Be a chip off the old BLOCKHEAD?

                                       DWAYNE
                 Careful. Now you‟re getting personal.
                    (putting on his jacket)
                 Besides, did you forget? You‟re the one who
                 suggested that I put in for officer training after I
                 made Top. Explain that.

                                         ELLEN
                 Easy……..Economics. I figured that if you were
                 going to stay in the service anyway, you might as
                 well be an Officer. Commissioned officers make
                 more money than N.C.O.s do. The higher the rank,
                 the more the money. And speaking of which, you
                 should be a colonel by now.

                                       DWAYNE
                 I am a colonel.

                                       ELLEN
                 You‟re a lieutenant colonel. So why haven‟t you
                 been promoted yet? You‟re due.

                                        DWAYNE
                     (checking himself in the mirror)
                 I suspect it has to do with this whole re-designation
                 of the corps from “Colonial Marines” to “Universal
                 Guard.” Everything‟s on hold at the moment.
                     (then starts out the bedroom door)
                 Besides, some senior officers are being forced…… I
                 mean encouraged……to take early retirement. I‟m
                 probably lucky that I even have a job still.
                     (he stops and turns)
                 So, you have no idea what our daughter has been up
                 to lately?

                                        ELLEN
                 Hey, you‟re the other one in the military. If either
                 of us could keep track of her, it should be you.

Ellen follows Dwayne out the bedroom door and into the living room.

INT. APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – DAWN

                                       DWAYNE
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                  Not really. I‟m an administrative officer these
                  days, not a combat soldier. We may be wearing the
                  same uniform, but right now her world and mine are
                  like night and day.

                                         ELLEN
                  Well I hope she‟s all right.

                                       DWAYNE
                  Oh, I‟m sure she is. After all, she‟s not outbound
                  anywhere, I do know that. So long as she‟s still on
                  earth, what danger could she possibly be in?
                      (he leans forward and kisses Ellen)
                  See you tonight.

Dwayne turns, opens the front door to their apartment and walks out.

                                         ELLEN
                     (staring at the front door)
                  Right. What danger could she possibly be in?

INT. UNIVERSAL GUARD COMMAND AND CONTROL CENTER – DAY

A room full of people, hovering over multiple computer consoles. The room looks
similar to the NASA control center. But these people are military personnel. They are all
hard-core, experienced soldiers, and deadly serious. One senior officer in particular; a
lean, mean, female fighting machine who looks to be beyond retirement age, is grilling a
slightly overweight junior officer about the status of the current crisis.

                               GENERAL ASHCROFT
                  Okay Finch, bring me up to speed. What have we
                  got here?

                                   COLONEL FINCH
                  Well Sir, it seems that some as yet unidentified
                  terrorist group has taken over one of the commercial
                  terminal buildings at the J. G. I. S.

                                  GENERAL ASHCROFT
                  . . . . .and?

                                    COLONEL FINCH
                  Well, we don‟t know exactly what their demands
                  are yet, but they do seem to have some sort of
                  explosive device and say they‟re more than willing
                  to detonate it and kill themselves if necessary.

                                  GENERAL ASHCROFT
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                  Go on.

                                   COLONEL FINCH
                  The good news is that it wasn‟t the main terminal,
                  but one of the auxiliaries, shuttleport 7C, over on
                  the south end of the spaceport, away from most of
                  the main traffic area.

                               GENERAL ASHCROFT
                  But the bad news is?

                                    COLONEL FINCH
                  It is a passenger terminal, so we‟re talking human,
                  civilian cargo, not freight.

                              GENERAL ASHCROFT
                    (takes a deep breath, then asks)
                  How many hostages?

                                  COLONEL FINCH
                  No confirmed numbers yet, but based on the
                  boarding data, we‟re guessing about two dozen.

                              GENERAL ASHCROFT
                  Guessing, Colonel?

                                  COLONEL FINCH
                  Uh, estimating. Sir.

                                GENERAL ASHCROFT
                  How the hell did we manage to get ourselves
                  involved in this sort of mess, anyway?

                                  COLONEL FINCH
                  We‟re the only cop on the block.

                                 GENERAL ASHCROFT
                  Yes, yes, I know. I understand that since the
                  elimination of the civilian law enforcement
                  agencies, all of the damn criminal activities that

                          GENERAL ASHCROFT (Cont‟d)
                  were previously under their jurisdiction have
                  suddenly fallen on our shoulders.

Colonel Finch gives General Ashcroft a confused look.

                                GENERAL ASHCROFT
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I said I understood it, Larry. I didn‟t say I agreed
with it.
    (then returning to the problem at hand)
So what else do we have on these wackos? How
many are there? What weapons; besides the bomb,
do they have? What are their intentions?

                  COLONEL FINCH
As I stated earlier, they haven‟t declared yet.

                GENERAL ASHCROFT
Well you better start finding out, and quick. We
can‟t DEAL with them if we don‟t even know what
it is that they want, now can we? And just out of
curiosity, how the HELL did they manage to get
past spaceport security in the first place?!?!

                COLONEL FINCH
Uh, we have yet to ascertain that information.

               GENERAL ASHCROFT
Why am I not surprised, Larry? Universal Guard,
my ass. They might as well call us the Crossing
Guard. Next thing you know, they‟ll have us all out
on the streets writing traffic tickets. What are we
doing playing flatfoot here, anyway? God help us.
Is there anything, any thing at all, that we do know
about these people that might be of some assistance
to us here? Something that could give us a hint as
to what options we might have?

                   COLONEL FINCH
Not just yet, sir. But we are in the process of
tapping into the closed-circuit surveillance system
within the building, and we‟re also working on
establishing audio and video communication with
the wack . . . , the terror . . . , uh, the people
controlling the building.

               GENERAL ASHCROFT
That‟s it? No containment plan? No rescue
operation? No course of action whatsoever? Are we
already; right out of the gate, resigned to simply
sitting back and negotiating with these assholes?

                 COLONEL FINCH
Oh, no, no, no, no. I‟m sorry, I almost forgot. Oh,
goodness, no. I meant to tell you, the insertion
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                   teams are on site, and moving into position right
                   now, as we speak.

                                  GENERAL ASHCROFT
                   Well, alright then.
                       (turning toward the video console)
                   Let‟s see what we‟ve got.

The General, Colonel, and several subalterns bend over and look into the video monitor.

CLOSE-UP – VIDEO MONITOR

The screen reveals a college campus like setting with several average sized, low profile
buildings scattered across a lush, green, relatively flat landscape. Directly behind the
buildings sit several commercial launch pads. The scene is vary similar in appearance to
an atmospheric commercial airport, with the minor exception that these transport vehicles
take-off vertically rather than horizontally. Though there are signs of life and movement
visible in the background, the foreground is conspicuously absent of any human activity.
That is, until an APC moves into view from the left side of the screen.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS - DAY

The APC moves at a moderate speed past a sign reading “John Glenn International
Spaceport” and toward one of the more prominent buildings sitting on the far side of an
open campus between the dozen or so terminal buildings of the spaceport. The close-
cropped grass of the campus is dotted with a few clumps of trees and shrubs at various
locations. The A.P.C. appears to be steering directly for one of these clumps of
vegetation. Just as it seems that the APC is about to run straight into this obstruction, the
symmetrical vehicle separates into two equal and independent vehicles, which steer
around opposite sides of the foliage.

INT. ARMORED PERSONNEL CARRIER – “HAK” TEAM - DAY

Universal Guard Captain Hernstrom and Sergeant Warren are sitting at the mobile
command module directly behind the APC driver (Flight Officer Vance). The captain is
speaking to someone over his communications headset while the sergeant scans monitors
and readouts on the command module control panel. Behind them sits the rest of the
“Hak” team (Privates MacRae, Olayande, Qian, Rykov, and Schuck) checking their gear

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and preparing for action. All team members are dressed in combat uniforms that almost
appear to be suits of armor, broken up into several individual pieces that cover every part
of their bodies except their faces. Their helmets seem to possess a form of face-shield,
which they are all wearing in the open position at present. The uniform is not quite like a
suit of armor for the simple reason that wrinkles can be seen in various parts of it, which
clearly indicates that it is a fabric and not a hard steel-like material.
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                              CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                     (over his headset)
                  APC separation complete. Activate vehicle Opti-
                  Camo before we clear these trees. Copy that, “Sak”
                  team?

Captain Hernstrom hears the response to his order over his headset.

                          LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O.)
                     (From Hernstrom‟s headset)
                  Affirmative. Activating APC Opti-Camo.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS - DAY

Each APC begins to disappear and eventually is only a vague outline of it‟s former self
and hardly visible in front of the backdrop of buildings, launch pads, and sky as it
continues to roll across the immaculately groomed landscape. The vehicle on the left side
of the clump of trees and bushes that it has just navigated around is heading toward what
appears to be the back wall of the target building. The other APC is continuing on toward
what; conversely, appears to be the front of the same building.

INT. ARMORED PERSONNEL CARRIER – “HAK” TEAM - DAY

                               CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                      (over his headset)
                  Squad leader to command center. Lateral insertion
                  unit; “Hak” team, is “PFA” and proceeding toward
                  boarding entrance of target building. Vertical
                  insertion unit, “Sak” team, proceeding same,
                  opposite side of target building. “Sak” team leader,
                  copy this transmission?

INT. ARMORED PERSONNEL CARRIER – “SAK” TEAM - DAY

Universal Guard Lieutenant MacLeod and Corporal Hicks are sitting at their mobile
command module directly behind their A.P.C. driver (Flight Officer Mbilini). They wear
similar uniforms and are functioning in much the same manner as the captain and

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sergeant in the other vehicle. Behind them sits the rest of the “Sak” team (Privates
Benny, Lightfoot, Mann, Zavala, and Yamanouchi) doing approximately the same thing
as their squad counterpart (the “Hak” team) except that this unit seems to be much more
animated (almost frantic in their activity) than the first one.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                      (into his headset, distressed)
                  Copy that. “Sak” team is “IP” and proceeding as
                  directed.
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                         CAPTAIN HERNSTROM (V.O.)
                    (from MacCleod‟s headset, concerned)
                 Say what? “Sak” team, repeat last transmission.

                             LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                    (into his headset)
                 “Sak” team is “IP,” repeat, “in process” and
                 proceeding as directed.

                           CAPTAIN HERNSTROM (V.O.)
                     (from MacCleod‟s headset, becoming angry)
                  What do you mean, “in process?” We‟re almost to
                 the target ” for Christ‟s sake. You should be “PFA”
                 by now.

                             LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   (into his headset, almost in a panic)
                 We‟re getting there, sir.

                          CAPTAIN HERNSTROM (V.O.)
                     (from MacCleod‟s headset, incredulously)
                 Don‟t give me that shit, lieutenant. You should
                 have been “PFA” five minutes ago. You get your
                 ass prepped, and get it prepped NOW! Copy?

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                     (into his headset)
                  Affirmative.
                     (then looking at the rest of his team)
                  How are we coming?

A couple of the team members acknowledge that they are “PFA,” meaning “Prepared For
Action” or “Prepped”, but the majority response is still “IP” or “In Process.”


                             LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                 That‟s not gonna get it. Come on, come on, come
                 on. The captain‟s going to call back any second
                 now. For God‟s sake, please don‟t make me have to
                 tell him we‟re still “IP”, okay.

Corporal (Newt) Hicks reaches over and puts a comforting hand on his shoulder. The
surprised lieutenant practically jumps out of his seat.

                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                 Relax lieutenant, we‟ll make it.
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EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – NEAR SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C - DAY

The “Hak” team APC pulls up and comes to a stop about thirty feet away from a couple
of individuals who are standing out in the middle of the grassy field.

INT. ARMORED PERSONNEL CARRIER – “HAK” TEAM - DAY

The captain and the sergeant are both looking at the monitor for the APC‟s external
camera. Through the monitor they can see that the couple standing outside their vehicle
is a (female) reporter and her (male) cameraman.

                                CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                    How the hell did they manage to get out there? I
                    thought we had this area cordoned off.

                                  SERGEANT WARREN
                    I don‟t know, captain. You want me to find out?

                                  CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                    No, I don‟t want you to find out. I want you to get
                    their butts out of here, okay.

                                  SERGEANT WARREN
                       (as he exits the APC he activates his
                       personal Opti-Camo)
                    On my way.

                                CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                    Catch up with us when you‟re finished.

The captain closes the APC door then turns his attention back to the video monitors.




EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – NEAR SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C - DAY

The (female) reporter is checking her microphone and positioning herself in front of the
cameraman and preparing to shoot their news report of the hostage crisis. U/G Sergeant
Warren (since his face-shield is still up, his face is visible) is directly behind the pair of
TV journalists, trotting toward them as the thin outline of the APC starts forward and
pulls away from the area. The female reporter begins her broadcast.

                                   FEMALE REPORTER
                        (to the camera)
                    We‟re standing here just outside of shuttleport
                    building 7C at the JGIS, where terrorists have
                    recently taken over the passenger boarding area.
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                   Right now; as I speak, a Universal Guard unit is
                   preparing to storm the complex and rescue the
                   hostages being held within. We don‟t know as yet
                   what the status of the . . . . .

                                SERGEANT WARREN
                      (stepping up beside the reporter)
                   Ma‟am, you can‟t stay here.

                                    FEMALE REPORTER
                       (startled, then responding indignantly)
                   Hey buddy, can‟t you see we‟re right in the middle
                   of a broadcast here? Shove off.

                                  SERGEANT WARREN
                   This area isn‟t secured yet.

                                   FEMALE REPORTER
                   Thank you soldier, but we‟re perfectly fine here.
                   The terrorists are all inside the building.
                            (then looking back at the camera)
                   As I was saying, the U/G are preparing to retake the
                   shuttleport boarding area any minute now, but make
                   no mistake about it, this will not be an easy task.

Sergeant Warren looks over his shoulder at departing APC, then pulls a grenade; plainly
labeled “SMOKE” from his invisible combat harness. He pops the grenade, drops it at
the reporters feet, then takes a couple of steps back.

                                  FEMALE REPORTER
                       (while fanning the smoke out of her face)
                   According to our inside source, the greatest obstacle
                   facing the U/G is numbers. To be more specific,
                   numbers that the Universal Guard doesn‟t know!

Realizing that his first effort has failed, Sgt. Warren pulls out a second grenade. This
time though, the label on the canister reveals it to be one of “TEAR GAS”.

                                  FEMALE REPORTER
                   They‟re not sure either how many terrorists there are
                   in the building, or how many hostages they‟ve
                   taken, and THAT can be a big problem in separating
                   the good guys from the bad guys once the assault
                   begins!

Warren pops the second grenade, drops it at the reporters feet then heads for the APC.

                                  FEMALE REPORTER
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                   Stay tuned as we continue to broadcast LIVE right
                   here at the hostage sight, where we will be . . . . .
                         (coughing, tears welling up in her eyes)
                   . . . . . on second thought, let‟s go back to the studio
                   briefly while my crew and I move back to a safer
                   location. Mark, back to you.
                         (gives the “cut” signal to her cameraman)
                   Come on, let‟s get the hell out of here.

The reporter and cameraman grab up their gear and high-tail it in the opposite direction.

INT. ARMORED PERSONNEL CARRIER – “SAK” TEAM - DAY

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                        (addressing his combat team)
                   Okay, listen up. Upon deployment, I will signal to
                   “cover,” then the team will proceed to the objective.
                   I will stay visible on the ground in order to direct
                   the assent. Once the roof is secured, the team will
                   “uncover” and Corporal Hicks will signal same to
                   me, then I will follow. Understood?

The members of the combat team, weapons at the ready, all nod their heads “yes.”

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   All right, prepare to disembark.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – BEHIND SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C - DAY

The U/G “Sak” team APC pulls up and turns, then stops approximately a hundred feet
from the back wall of the building. The vehicle‟s door flies open and the “Sak” team
scrambles out and immediately executes a textbook small unit combat deployment.

INT. ARMORED PERSONNEL CARRIER – “SAK” TEAM - DAY

Lt. MacLeod leans forward to give last second instructions to Mbilini, the APC driver.

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Transmit, “Sak” team beginning vertical insertion in
                   thirty seconds, then stay on station and await further
                   instructions. Understand?

                              FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                   Affirmative.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – BEHIND SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C - DAY
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The U/G “Sak” team CO and NCO step out of the APC and take up their positions. The
lieutenant gives the hand signal to proceed to their objective. The members of the unit
disappear, then multiple “heat waves” move toward the building. Upon reaching the wall
of the building, each soldier pulls out a personal grappling device. They aim their devices
toward the top of the building and fire them, sending the grappling hooks flying upward,
the three spring-loaded prongs snapping out and locking in place as the hooks reach the
apex of their flight. Then the hooks drop down onto the roof of the building. The
soldiers immediately begin reeling their hooks back in until they catch onto the top edge
of the roof. Another button is pushed on the mortar device, and the grappling sections
that are hooked fast onto the top of the roof begin reeling the attached cables back in from
that direction, which pulls the invisible soldiers up the side of the building.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C ROOF - DAY

A member of the terrorist group is standing guard on the roof. He cautiously walks
toward the edge of the roof and looks over it. An invisible hand grabs him and pulls him
forward, heaving him over the edge of the building and out of sight. A muffled thump as
he hits the ground below. The soldiers climb over the top edge of the building then rush
toward the nearest ventilation caps and await their commander. Corporal Hicks, standing
at the edge of the roof, “uncovers” and signals to the lieutenant that the roof is secured.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – BEHIND SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C - DAY

A visible Lt. MacLeod fires his PGD at the roof and proceeds up the side of the building.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C ROOF - DAY

Cpl. Hicks reaches down and helps Lt. MacLeod over the top, then the two of them run
over to one of the ventilation caps in the center of the roof. Lt. MacLeod stops and looks
around. There are other ventilation caps scattered across the roof, but the only other
person he can see on the roof is Corporal Hicks.


                             LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                      (whispering and signaling with his hands)
                   Uncover.

The combat team begins to reappear at the other ventilation caps. The lieutenant gives
the hand signal to enter and they climb through the ventilation caps and into the overhead
utility access area of the building. Corporal Hicks taps the lieutenant on the shoulder.

                             LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                      (whispering, startled)
                   What?

                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                      (whispering)
                   LT……..Backdoor?
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                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                       (whispering, embarrassed)
                   Oh, yeah. Cripe.

Lt. MacLeod looks around quickly. He sees that Private Zavala is still on the roof.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                       (whispering, slightly louder)
                   Pssst……. Zavala.

Private Zavala looks at the lieutenant.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                      (whispering and signaling with his hands)
                   Cover and guard. Here.

Pvt. Zavala nods in the affirmative, steps back from the ventilation cap, then activates his
Opti-Camo and disappears. Cpl. Hicks and Lt. MacLeod climb into the ventilation caps.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – BESIDE SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C - DAY

The U/G “Hak” team APC pulls up and stops in front of the building.

INT. ARMORED PERSONNEL CARRIER – “HAK” TEAM - DAY

Captain Hernstrom turns toward his team and addresses them.

                                 CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                   Listen up. The “Sak” team has deployed. Prepare
                   to begin lateral insertion. Ready……….

The “Hak” team nod their heads “yes,” then prepare to spring from the vehicle.

                                CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                   Go!

The APC door slams open and the “Hak” team pours out and sprints in all directions.
Then each team member takes position and stops like a statue. Sgt. Warren catches up
with the group and takes up his position, then the soldiers activate their Opti-Camo and
fade into the background. The area momentarily appears deserted, then suddenly
transforms into a disorienting illusion of individual heat waves, moving in every direction
as they advance toward various parts of the building and separate from one another. The
only other indication of their presence is the slow, quiet opening of various doors and
windows as members of the “Hak” team infiltrate the building.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA
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The overhead utility access area is unlit and crisscrossed with racks of ductwork, pipes,
and cable-trays. As the soldiers slip down into the darkened area, small beams of light
(attached to the soldiers‟ helmets) begin appearing. Lt. MacLeod pulls out a device that
looks like a camera tripod. He spreads the legs out and gently places each one on a
ceiling joist, then pushes a button on the side of the device that actuates a noiseless motor
which sends the center portion of the device (which looks like an oversized antenna)
down until it just touches the top of the ceiling panel beneath him. He pushes another
button and a small, noiseless drill at the end of the center portion begins drilling a hole in
the ceiling panel. As soon as the drill gets to the lower surface of the panel, it
automatically stops drilling and retracts itself. Once the center piece has retracted
completely, the lieutenant pushes a third button and a small mechanical arm removes the
drill bit and reinstalls another mechanism where the drill bit had been attached, then the
center portion once again telescopes down toward the ceiling panel.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY
CLOSE-UP - CEILING

The device continues through the ceiling panel, then stops about an inch below it.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA

Lt. MacLeod pulls up a binocular eyepiece, then bends over and looks into it.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY
POV – MOBILE PERISCOPIC, HOLOGRAPHIC TRIANGULATION DEVICE

Lt. MacLeod‟s view of the passenger boarding area from his MPHT reveals that he and
his team are directly above the passengers and terrorists.



INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA

Lt. MacLeod; his face glued to the eyepiece of the MPHT, carefully circles the device like
a submarine captain, scanning the whole room.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY
POV – M.P.H.T. DEVICE

Each time Lt. MacLeod identifies a terrorist, he stops briefly. He has almost made a
complete sweep of the room when he spies something else near one corner of the room.
There are a couple of terrorists; but no hostages, standing near the item. This is most
likely the bomb. A few feet away from the device are two other terrorists, standing at a
counter. One of them is pushing buttons on the vid-phone that sits on top of the counter.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA
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MacLeod pulls his head from the eyepiece of the MPHT, then pushes a button which
raises another portion of the device from the top of it and locks the scope in place. A
horizontal light beam comes on and shoots out from one end of the scope and across the
darkened access area. The lieutenant bends down and looks into the eyepiece.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY
POV – M.P.H.T. DEVICE

The lens of the eyepiece now has a cross-hairs in the center of it and a digital distance
readout. MacLeod swings the periscope around until the cross-hairs centers on one of the
terrorists standing in the middle of the room.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA

While continuing to look through the eyepiece, Lt. MacLeod pushes another button on the
device and immediately the light emanating from the scope on top of the device projects a
holographic picture of the terrorist below. The image in the access area is directly above
and at the same location as the terrorist below. Pvt. Lightfoot steps over and positions
himself in the same spot as the image. He slings his weapon, then pulls out the grappling
device again and connects the hook to the beam above him. Lt. MacLeod swings the
periscope around in search of the next target.

INT. UNIVERSAL GUARD COMMAND AND CONTROL CENTER – DAY

A soldier sitting at the console turns around and addresses the General.

                                   PRIVATE BAXTER
                   Sir, we have the terrorists on the vid-phone now.

                                  GENERAL ASHCROFT
                   Well, talk to them.

                                   PRIVATE BAXTER
                      (turning back around, into his headset)
                   Hello. This is the Universal Guard Command and
                   Control Center calling. We are attempting to make
                   contact with the terrorists who have made the
                   unprovoked and illegal attack on the civilian
                   shuttleport.

                                GENERAL ASHCROFT
                   Jesus, Baxter! Why don‟t you insult his mother
                   while you‟re at it?

                                   PRIVATE BAXTER
                   Sorry sir.
                      (then back into his headset)
                   Would the person in charge there please respond?
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                             TERRORIST LEADER (V.O.)
                      (into Private Baxter‟s headset)
                   What do you want?

                                   PRIVATE BAXTER
                   No, I believe the question is . . . . . what do YOU
                   want?

                             TERRORIST LEADER (V.O.)
                      (into Private Baxter‟s headset, tersely)
                   We want blood.

Private Baxter glances at General Ashcroft, a look of dread in his eyes.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY
POV – M.P.H.T. DEVICE

The cross hairs stops on one of the terrorists standing on each side of the bomb.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA

While continuing to look into the eyepiece, Lt. MacLeod raises one arm and puts up two
fingers, then points in the same direction he is looking through the periscope. Privates
Mann and Yamanouchi begin working their way in that direction. Lt. MacLeod pushes
the (holograph activation) button again, and the terrorist standing on the left side of the
bomb appears in front of Private Mann. Pvt. Mann repeats Pvt. Lightfoot's earlier action.
Lt. MacLeod turns the periscope slightly to the right.


INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY
POV – M.P.H.T. DEVICE

The cross hairs stops on the terrorist standing on the right side of the bomb.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA

Lt. MacLeod pushes the (holograph activation) button again, and the terrorist standing on
the right side of the bomb appears in front of Pvt. Yamanouchi. Pvt. Yamanouchi repeats
the action of the other two privates. Lt. MacLeod begins searching for another target.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY

                               PRIVATE BAXTER (V.O.)
                       (through the vid-phone)
                       Could you tell me who you are, please?

                                  TERRORIST LEADER
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                        Who are we? Who are we?!? We are the
                       ignored! We are the oppressed! We are the
                       disenfranchised!

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA

Lt. MacLeod is swinging the periscope around, then suddenly stops. Once again, while
continuing to look into the eyepiece, the lieutenant raises one arm and puts up two
fingers, then points in the same direction he is looking through the periscope. Cpl. Hicks
and Pvt. Benny carefully pick their way toward the location indicated by the lieutenant.


INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY
POV – M.P.H.T. DEVICE

The cross-hairs stops on the terrorist standing beside the counter.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA

Lt. MacLeod pushes the (holograph activation) button again, and the terrorist standing
beside the counter appears in front of Pvt. Benny. Pvt. Benny repeats the other soldiers‟
previous action. Lt. MacLeod turns the periscope slightly to the right.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY

                              PRIVATE BAXTER (V.O.)
                      (through the vid-phone, pleading)
                   Yes, but WHO are you?

                                    TERRORIST LEADER
                   We are the last truly FREE individuals on this
                   planet . . . . .

                             PRIVATE BAXTER (V.O.)
                     (through the vid-phone)
                   Well……..so…….what do you want?

                                     TERRORIST LEADER
                        . . . . . and for that we are feared! Feared by
                       the government! Feared by the
                       corporations! And with that fear comes
                       persecution!

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY
POV – M.P.H.T. DEVICE

The cross-hairs stops on the terrorist talking into the vid-phone sitting on the counter.
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INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA

Lt. MacLeod pushes the (holograph activation) button again, and the terrorist talking into
the vid-phone appears in front of Cpl. Hicks, who emulates the other soldiers‟ actions.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY

                               PRIVATE BAXTER (V.O.)
                       (through the vid-phone)
                   I repeat, what do you want?

                                   TERRORIST LEADER
                   We want justice. We want the reparations for our
                   people that are long overdue. And, we want the
                   release of our brothers and sisters who have been
                   illegally incarcerated.

                                PRIVATE BAXTER (V.O.)
                     (through the vid-phone)
                   Well, that‟s going to take some time.

                                TERRORIST LEADER
                   Fine. You‟ve got five minutes.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA

Lt. MacLeod looks up to see if his team is prepared for the assault, then raises his arms
and prepares to connect his grappling device to the beam above.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY

One of the terrorists walks over to an old-fashioned drinking fountain. He glances briefly
at the hostages, slings his weapon, then reaches down and grabs one of the paper cups.
He places it under the water spigot and pushes the button. He is startled by a muffled
groan. He raises his head and looks at the water bottle in front of him. A pair of crossed
eyes are staring back at him. By the time the terrorist has recovered from his initial
shock, the U/G soldier (Pvt. Olayande) has also recovered from the unintended assault on
his groin. Pvt. Olayande “uncovers”, grabs the terrorist, and throws him to the floor. A
terrorist standing near the front door raises his weapon to shoot, but can‟t locate any
target other than Pvt. Olayande, who is currently wrapped up with the other terrorist.
Suddenly, his head whips back as if kicked by a mule and he drops his weapon. Another
terrorist standing near the back door raises his weapon also, then doubles over as if hit in
the stomach. The ceiling of the passenger boarding area explodes at several locations as
the “Sak” team crashes through the ceiling tiles. Cpl. Hicks and Pvt. Benny drop down
directly on top of their intended targets and begin fighting the terrorists. Pvt. Lightfoot
drops to one side of his target, but grabs the terrorist with his legs as he comes down and
begins to wrestle with him. Pvts. Mann and Yamanouchi both drop down between their
individual targets and the bomb, and quickly kick the terrorists away from the device.
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INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – OVERHEAD UTILITY ACCESS AREA

Lt. MacLeod barely gets his hook snapped onto the overhead beam when he looses his
balance and falls through the ceiling tiles, taking the MPHT with him.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY

The MPHT crashes to the floor. Lt. MacLeod, attempting to gain control of his grappling
line all the way down, follows at about half the speed of the MPHT and lands on top of it.
He jumps up and quickly begins to untangle himself. Pvts. Mann and Yamanouchi
quickly unhook their grappling devices and rush to the two terrorists who are still lying
on the floor. Yamanouchi‟s target is still moving, but Mann‟s target is unconscious.
Mann runs over and assists Yamanouchi in subduing her opponent. The terrorist near the
front door bolts for the door to escape.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – BESIDE SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C - DAY

The terrorist comes flying out the front door and runs about ten feet before being tackled
and subdued by another invisible U/G soldier who was stationed on the outside.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY

By the time Lt. MacLeod regains his own composure the fighting is over. All U/G
soldiers have now “uncovered”. Lt. MacLeod surveys the room, then reports.


                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                       (into his headset, confidently)
                   Second in command, reporting. Mission
                   accomplished. Passenger boarding area secured.
                   All hostages are free and unharmed, all terrorists
                   captured and . . . . .

An additional terrorist walks out of the men‟s restroom. He stops and looks around the
room, then grabs the bomb and retreats back into the restroom. A couple of the other
terrorists attempt to break loose from the hold their captors have on them. Cpl. Hicks
looks toward Lt. MacLeod, who is frozen in confusion and near panic. Cpl. Hicks
quickly turns to the one person she knows she CAN trust, Private Mann.

                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                      (while pointing toward the men‟s restroom)
                   Quentin!

Pvt. Mann immediately rushes through the door of the men‟s restroom.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – MEN‟S RESTROOM - DAY
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Pvt. Mann sees the terrorist at the lavatory, flipping switches on the explosive device.

CLOSE-UP – DIGITAL CLOCK READOUT (TIMER) ON EXPLOSIVE DEVICE

The clock briefly reads 1:00, or one minute, then begins counting down to 0:59, 0:58, etc.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – MEN‟S RESTROOM - DAY

Private Mann takes a couple of steps toward the bomb. The terrorist attempts to shoot the
soldier, but Pvt. Mann kicks the weapon out of the terrorist‟s hands. The terrorist throws
a couple of punches at the private. Pvt. Mann counters the first two attacks by blocking
one with his forearm and ducking from the other one, but he doesn‟t anticipate the
terrorist‟s kick to his midsection. Private Mann catches the full force of it in his stomach
and doubles over. The terrorist slips around the private in an attempt to reach the door.
Pvt. Mann swings around and reaches for the terrorist, grabbing a handful of shirt and
throwing the terrorist back across the room and into the opposite wall.

CLOSE-UP – DIGITAL CLOCK READOUT (TIMER) ON EXPLOSIVE DEVICE

The clock reads 0:37, 0:36, etc.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – MEN‟S RESTROOM - DAY

Pvt. Mann leaps toward the terrorist. The terrorist attempts to hit the soldier, but Pvt.
Mann blocks the blow, karate chops his opponent, then flips the terrorist onto his back.
The terrorist is out cold. Pvt. Mann turns his attention to the explosive device.

CLOSE-UP – DIGITAL CLOCK READOUT (TIMER) ON EXPLOSIVE DEVICE

The clock reads 0:10, 0:09, etc.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – MEN‟S RESTROOM - DAY

Pvt. Mann grabs the explosive device and runs out the door.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY

Pvt. Mann comes flying out the restroom door with the explosive device and heads
toward a nearby trash chute. He throws open the door and drops the device down into it,
then re-closes the door and takes a couple of steps backwards.

CLOSE-UP – DIGITAL CLOCK READOUT (TIMER) ON EXPLOSIVE DEVICE

The clock reads 0:02, 0:01, 0:00.

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY
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The blast rocks the building and it‟s inhabitants slightly. The U/ G soldiers look at each
other then heave a collective sigh of relief. Pvt. Benny marches over to Pvt. Mann.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                       (like “Peachy” in “TMWWBK”)
                   And what; may I ask, did you think you were
                   playing at? Charging the enemy single-handed!

                                     PRIVATE MANN
                   What?

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                   Acting like some green leftenant hoping to be
                   mentioned in dispatches! A man of your age! You
                   ought to be ashamed of yourself!

Pvt. Mann just stares dumbfounded as Pvt. Benny turns and walks away.

The sound of electric motors engaging. Everyone looks up at the upper section of one
wall as it slides away to reveal a large observation window. On the other side of the
window is the U/ G Command and Control Center with General Ashcroft, Colonel Finch,
and others looking down into the “simulated” passenger boarding area.

A voice comes on over a loudspeaker system.


                              TRAINING MONITOR (V.O.)
                        Attention participants. Anti-Terrorist
                       Training Exercise MI-147 has concluded.
                       Thank you very much ladies and gentlemen.
                       Take a well-earned break. Smoke „em if you
                       got „em. See you all back in the T. E.
                       debriefing room in forty-five minutes.

The soldiers, passengers, and terrorists relax, light up, and begin discussing the exercise.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – BEHIND SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C - DAY

F.O. Mbilini turns off the APC‟s engine and Opti-Camo and steps out. The terrorist who
was pulled from the roof is standing; smoking a cigarette, beside the air bag that was used
to break his fall. Mbilini walks over to the terrorist and strikes up a conversation.

EXT. SPACEPORT CAMPUS – BESIDE SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C - DAY

Pvt. Qian, who was stationed at the front door “uncovers” and helps the terrorist that he
tackled get up. The first team APC reappears just behind them and F.O. Vance steps out.

INT. UNIVERSAL GUARD COMMAND AND CONTROL CENTER – DAY
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As workers are flipping switches on the main control console, the training monitor‟s
voice comes on over the loudspeaker system once again.

                            TRAINING MONITOR (V.O.)
                      Shut down external holographic backdrop
                      image, and terminate all other scenario
                      simulation functions.

EXT. SPACEPORT/UNIVERSAL GUARD CAMPUS - DAY

The campus buildings and the lawn and landscape in the foreground show no sign of
change, but the commercial launch-pads in the background fade away into an empty blue
sky. The “JGIS” sign changes to “Universal Guard – Advanced Training Center”.

INT. UNIVERSAL GUARD COMMAND AND CONTROL CENTER – DAY

                                GENERAL ASHCROFT
                      (while looking down into the boarding area)
                  Well, I‟ve seen worse.
                      (then glancing over at the colonel)
                  I guess.



                                  COLONEL FINCH
                  What do you mean? Resistance was overcome. All
                  opposition neutralized. No simulated fatalities or
                  major injuries. The objective was obtained
                  completely. What more could you ask for?

                               GENERAL ASHCROFT
                  Less luck, and more skill. Did you see that
                  lieutenant? A walking cluster fuck! HE scares me.

                                   COLONEL FINCH
                  Well, that‟s true. We‟ll have to keep an eye on him.

                              GENERAL ASHCROFT
                  Damn straight. On the other hand, I must say that I
                  was impressed with that private‟s performance.

                                   COLONEL FINCH
                  Which private?

                                GENERAL ASHCROFT
                  Which private? The one with gonads the size of
                  your head, that‟s which one.
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                  COLONEL FINCH
I‟m sorry sir, I‟m still not sure……….

               GENERAL ASHCROFT
The one who handled the bomb, for god sakes.
Gees Larry, where were you?
   (pointing at the control panel)
And I was watching his vital signs too. Heart rate.
Blood pressure. When he grabbed the explosive
device and disposed of it, nothing changed. Like he
had ice in his veins.

                    COLONEL FINCH
Well…….it was an admirable performance. But he
knew that was only a detonator cap too, and not an
actual . . . . . bomb.

              GENERAL ASHCROFT
Yes, but he would also know that it could still take
off his hands, and possibly even his arms. I venture
to say that YOU wouldn‟t have been quite so calm
under those circumstances. Would you?

                     COLONEL FINCH
Well, uh….…it‟s hard to say. I mean, I‟ve never
been . . . . . that is to say . . . . .
   (then changing the subject)
Say, what was all that nonsense with the news
camera and the reporter out there on the lawn?

              GENERAL ASHCROFT
Oh that. Don‟t worry about them. They‟re U/ G
trainees also. What you witnessed there was the
AMS portion of the exercise. It‟s going to become
standard training from now on.

                COLONEL FINCH
AMS portion?

              GENERAL ASHCROFT
Adverse Media Suppression. Inevitably some hot-
shot reporter will show up where he or she isn‟t
suppose to be. We felt it necessary to teach the
troops how to deal with it in an acceptable manner.
Otherwise, they might just shoot the bastards.

                COLONEL FINCH
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                   And that‟s a bad thing?

                                GENERAL ASHCROFT
                   According to our public relations department it is.
                      (as she and the group turn and walk away)
                   Okay, moving on. What else did we learn today?

INT. SHUTTLEPORT BUILDING 7C – PASSENGER BOARDING AREA - DAY

The U/ G soldiers, passengers, and terrorists are picking up their gear and leaving. Cpl.
Hicks marches over to Pvt. Mann as he removes his combat harness. She stops about a
foot away from him and addresses him in a very stiff and formal manner.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Good job, Private Mann. Excellent performance.

Then Cpl. Hicks flashes a smile, and leans over and kisses Pvt. Mann on the cheek.

                                    PRIVATE MANN
                   Thanks.
                      (then looking up at her)
                   You okay?

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Yeah, I‟m fine. How about yourself?

                                    PRIVATE MANN
                   I‟m all right. The rest of the squad?

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   A few bruises, but other than that, no problems.

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                   What about the lieutenant?

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Same as the rest. He‟ll be a little sore for a couple
                   of days, but I don‟t think he broke anything.

                                     PRIVATE MANN
                   No, I mean, his . . . . . C and C. What happened?

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   I don‟t know, Quentin, but I wouldn‟t get too
                   concerned just yet. I think we‟re just going to have
                   to wait and see, you know. I honestly don‟t think
                   that this ONE exercise was an accurate indicator of
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                  his . . . . . we‟ve got to give him another chance.
                  We owe him that.

                                  PRIVATE MANN
                  I don‟t owe him anything.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Quentin.

                                 PRIVATE MANN
                  Okay. I hope you‟re right.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Thanks.

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                  Come on, let‟s hit the showers before debriefing.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  You go ahead, I‟ll catch up. I‟m going to call my
                  folks and see if they can meet us at the club this
                  evening. I thought I‟d break the news to them
                  tonight. That okay with you?

                                    PRIVATE MANN
                  Uh, sure.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Great. I‟ll see you at the D. R. in half an hour.

Cpl. Hicks turns and marches off in the opposite direction.

INT. APARTMENT CORRIDOR– EVENING

Lt. Col. Dwayne Hicks is walking down the hallway, briefcase in hand.

INT. APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – EVENING

Dwayne walks in through the front door. Ellen is standing right in front of him.

                                        DWAYNE
                  What the hell?

                                      ELLEN
                     (pushing him toward the bedroom door)
                  Quick, get ready.

                                        DWAYNE
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                 What do you mean, get ready?

                                       ELLEN
                 I mean, get your clothes off…..

                                      DWAYNE
                 Well, all right!

                                      ELLEN
                 …..take a quick shower, and get a fresh uniform on.

                                    DWAYNE
                 You mind telling me what‟s going on.

INT. APARTMENT – BEDROOM – EVENING

                                     ELLEN
                   (while undoing Dwayne‟s tie and shirt)
                 Newt called. We‟re meeting them at the club.

                                    DWAYNE
                 Oh, that‟s nice. Who‟s THEM?

                                DWAYNE (Cont‟d)
                    (he grabs Ellen‟s hands and stops her)
                 And why are WE in such a hurry to meet them?

                                        ELLEN
                 Well, she didn‟t really say, but I think she has
                 something special to tell us.

                                     DWAYNE
                 Any indication of what IT was?

                                       ELLEN
                 No. But she did say that IT was very important.

                                       DWAYNE
                 That sounds ominous.
                    (he starts undressing again)
                 Well let‟s get going, then.

EXT. PEDESTRIAN TRANSPORTER SYSTEM (UNDERGROUND)

A spaghetti-like system of large vacuum tubes running through a huge, dimly lit man-
made tunnel. Capsules holding human passengers zip back and forth through the tubes.

INT. CLUB/RESTAURANT – FRONT LOBBY – EVENING
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The transporter door opens and Dwayne and Ellen step out into the club/restaurant lobby.
Dwayne walks over to the Maitre De, who is looking intently at his guest list.

                                   DWAYNE
                  Uhm, excuse me. Hicks. Party of four.

                                     MAITRE DE
                  Hicks? One moment, please.
                      (he looks back down at the list)
                  Ah, yes. The rest of your party has already been
                  seated. Follow me, please.

Dwayne motions to Ellen to follow the Maitre De, then falls in behind her.

INT. CLUB/RESTAURANT – DINING AREA – EVENING

As the three approach a table in the middle of the room they spot Newt and Quentin
sitting at a table, looking at the auto-menu. Newt and Quentin stand up to greet them.
Newt gives her mother a hug and her father a kiss, then introduces her partner.

                          CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Mom, Dad, I‟d like you to meet Private Mann.

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                  Please, call me Quentin.

                                       ELLEN
                  Nice to meet you, Quentin.

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                  Likewise.

                                      DWAYNE
                  Good evening, Quentin. It‟s a pleasure to meet
                  another member of Newt‟s squad.
                      (extending a hand to shake Quentin‟s)
                  I have assumed correctly, haven‟t I?

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                  Yes sir.

As they sit down and start to look at the auto-menus.

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                  As a matter of fact sir, I‟m part of the “Sak” team,
                  of which Rebecca is the N.C.O.
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                                          ELLEN
                      (looking up at Newt)
                   Rebecca, huh.
                      (then at Quentin)
                   So what exactly is a “Sak” team?

                                        DWAYNE
                   Excuse me, dear. I don‟t mean to interrupt you‟re
                   inquiry, but maybe we should go ahead and order
                   first. Then we‟ll have all the rest of the evening to
                   discuss military doctrine and terminology.

INT. CLUB/RESTAURANT – BAR – EVENING

The rest of Newt‟s squad are sitting at a table. Private Benny is returning to the table
from the bar where he has just purchased another drink. The others get up to leave.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                   Hey, what are you doing? You can‟t go now. I just
                   bought another drink.

                                  PRIVATE MACRAE
                   You know Benny, some of us have responsibilities.
                   We can‟t all act like children.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                   Are you referring to me?

Private MacRae just stares back at Benny.

                                     PRIVATE QIAN
                   MacRae‟s right. We do have responsibilities, and
                   that takes precedence over personal gratification.

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                   Boy, do you guys have your priorities screwed up.

                                  PRIVATE SCHUCK
                      (getting up from her seat)
                   Yeah well, priorities or no priorities, I‟ve got a
                   Med-test at seven tomorrow morning.

                               PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                      (also rising to leave)
                   See you later, wise guy.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
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                   Come on, stay just a little longer guys. One more
                   drink, what do you say.

                               PRIVATE OLAYANDE
                   What do you think Lightfoot?

Private Lightfoot just looks at Olayande, then over at Benny, then back to Olayande.

                                   PRIVATE OLAYANDE
                        (to Lightfoot)
                   I‟ll take that as a yes.
                        (then turning to Benny)
                   All right, you got your reprieve. One more drink,
                   but then it‟s back to the barracks. Like they said,
                   some of us have responsibilities, and I‟ve definitely
                   got better things to do than sit here all night and be
                   subjected to that annoying avocation of yours.

This last comment brings a resounding “Ugh” from all of the other soldiers.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                   What are you talking about?

                               PRIVATE MACRAE
                   You know what he‟s talking about.

                                   PRIVATE RYKOV
                   Your constant recitation of antiquated movie
                   dialogue which no one else ever understands.

                                   PRIVATE ZAVALA
                   Or cares.

This comment brings another round of supportive “Ughs.”

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                   Surely ONE of you recognizes my genius?

This statement results in boos, catcalls, and disparaging remarks about his heritage.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                   I am obviously ahead of my time.
                       (then, like Paul Newman)
                   I got vision and the rest of the world wears bifocals.
                       (now leaning over toward Private MacRae)
                   Woof, woof, woof.
                       (adding, like “Oddball” in Kelly‟s Heroes)
                   That‟s my other dog impression.
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MacRae gives him a disgusted look, then begins talking to one of the other privates.

INT. CLUB/RESTAURANT – DINING AREA – EVENING

As Dwayne, Ellen, Quentin and Newt are finishing their evening meal.

                                    PRIVATE MANN
                  As I was saying, the standard procedure for any
                  military organization; throughout history, is to
                  thoroughly analyze the final outcome of the last
                  conflict, and more importantly, the factors that
                  caused that particular result, and determine what
                  steps must be taken to alter, neutralize, or reverse it
                  in the future………especially if the outcome had
                  resulted in a substantial defeat.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Like say, the mission to LV-426.

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                  Which brings us to the creation of the “Hak‟nSak”
                  squads. Actually, it was the marriage of two
                  philosophies into a single unit. One aspect of the
                  new squad unit was the creation of two combat
                  teams into a single squad, to give it a redundant,
                  support, or reserve unit, whatever the particular
                  mission requires. The other aspect of the new unit
                  was a change in the weapons systems, specifically
                  the introduction of soft-kill weaponry.

                                          ELLEN
                  I‟m sorry, I didn‟t quite catch that. Soft what?

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Soft-kill weaponry. It‟s a variety of weapons that
                  function in such a manner as to incapacitate,
                  neutralize, or somehow render the opposition
                  inoperative without doing permanent damage.

                                        ELLEN
                  Soft-kill weapons, huh?

                                     DWAYNE
                  Yeah. Actually our P.R. department likes to refer to
                  them as NON-LETHALS. They prefer not to have
                  the word KILL included in the names or
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descriptions of their latest toys. It‟s the new
“Kinder-Gentler” image that we‟re trying to project.

                       ELLEN
Okay, so you have these soft…non-lethal weapons.
But just suppose that things don‟t go exactly as
intended. What if these weapons don‟t work?

                  PRIVATE MANN
That‟s where the redundancy comes into play.
Remember I said that the current squad consists of
two combat teams. One team is the “Sak” or soft-
kill team. In a standard combat operation, this is the
team that goes in first, in order to minimize
casualties on both sides, and collateral damage. If
the “Sak” team fails, or gets in over its head, that‟s
when you send in the “Hak” or hard kill team.
That‟s the team with all the lethal hardware.

           CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
You know, the standard issue weapons……pulse
rifles, smart-guns, SMGs, RPGs, incinerators, etc.

                    ELLEN
What do you think, Dwayne? Is it a sound policy?

           CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
Oh, that‟s not the end of it. If it‟s a combat mission,
two squads are sent.

                   PRIVATE MANN
Yeah, one assault squad goes in initially while the
other one stays on station, even in hypersleep;
possibly, if it‟s an outland mission.

            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
Then if things really get out of control, and even the
“Hak” team of the first squad can‟t handle the
situation, they call in the second squad to assist.

                     DWAYNE
Yeah, the second squad acts as a sort of CAVALRY
on call, you might say.

                     ELLEN
You don‟t sound very confident.

                     DWAYNE
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The one constant that I have found in military
history; unfortunately, is that the policy makers
always insist on revising tactics in order to win their
previous battles, not their next ones.

                      ELLEN
So where does that leave the individual soldier?

                      DWAYNE
Well, hopefully there‟s enough flexibility in the
policy to allow the troops to improvise.

                   ELLEN
  (now looking at Newt and Quentin)
Well?



                  PRIVATE MANN
I think we have that now. Morale could be better,
but that‟s to be expected with the current changes.
The troops are well trained; though, and confident.

            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
Confident, but not cocky. U/G soldiers take their
jobs very seriously. So mom . . . . . stop worrying.
    ( then to Dwayne)
Just one other thing, if I may add. Quentin here
took a cue from your example, dad.

                     DWAYNE
What‟s that?

           CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
He carries a personal backup.

                    DWAYNE
What are you talking about?

                PRIVATE MANN
That sawed-off model thirty-seven you use to carry.

                 DWAYNE
How do you know about that?

                PRIVATE MANN
Are you kidding? EVERYBODY knows about that.
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                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  I hate to tell you; dad, but you and that street-
                  sweeper of yours are somewhat of a legend.

                                        DWAYNE
                  Oh really?
                     (then to Quentin)
                  So what do you carry?

                                 PRIVATE MANN
                  A Mitsu-Martini. Model nineteen A.P.

                                       DWAYNE
                  Guess I‟m falling a bit behind on my weapons
                  recognition. I‟m afraid I don‟t know what that is.


                                    PRIVATE MANN
                  It‟s an electro-pneumatic operated crossbow type
                  dart pistol. All-purpose, which means that it can
                  cycle a variety of projectiles, just about anything
                  you might need……….armor-piercing, explosive,
                  gas, smoke, chemical, tranquilizer, poison.

                                        DWAYNE
                  Sounds versatile.

                                    PRIVATE MANN
                  I like it.

                                        ELLEN
                  So are we going to talk shop all night?

                                        DWAYNE
                  Sorry dear.
                     (then looking down at the electronic menu)
                  You want some dessert?

INT. CLUB/RESTAURANT – BAR – EVENING

Newt‟s squad is sitting around the table, talking. The drinking glasses are completely or
nearly empty, all except Private Benny‟s glass. Private Schuck gets up from the table.

                                 PRIVATE SCHUCK
                  Well, I‟m out of here.

                                 PRIVATE BENNY
                  What‟s your hurry?
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                                    PRIVATE SCHUCK
                        (as she continues toward the bar entrance)
                   I told you, I‟ve got a Med-test tomorrow morning.

                                    PRIVATE QIAN
                     (as he also gets up to leave)
                   We said we were only going to have one more.

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                   But I‟m no where near finished.

                                PRIVATE OLAYANDE
                      (as he walks away from the table)
                   That‟s your own fault, blabbermouth.

                               PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   Yeah, stop yapping and start lapping.

The rest of the squad begin making their way toward the entrance also. Benny stands up,
grabs his glass and downs it in one long gulp, then slams it back onto the table.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                      (raising one folded arm and flapping it)
                   Nyik, Nyik, Nyik, Nyik………..Martians.

Private Benny takes a quick look around the bar, then sprints out the entrance.

INT. CLUB/RESTAURANT – DINING AREA – EVENING

Newt‟s squad is heading toward the lobby, when Schuck spies the other two squad
members sitting with Dwayne and Ellen. She taps Qian on the shoulder and points to the
table, and the whole group steers toward the foursome. Benny is the last one to arrive.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                      (as she and the others begin to stand up)
                   Hey guys . . . . .

                                  PRIVATE SCHUCK
                      (motioning the four to stay seated)
                   Oh, don‟t get up. We‟re on our way out.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   What are you doing here?

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                      (laughing, while pushing through the crowd)
                   You know, we could ask you the same thing.
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                     (then seeing Private Mann also)
                  Hey there, Spider. How ya doin‟?

Private Mann winces at Private Benny‟s use of his unwanted nickname.

                              PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                  Shut up, Jack.
                     (then back to Newt, in a more civil manner)
                  We were just unwinding a bit. Now we‟re headed
                  back to the barracks. What about yourselves?

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Oh, just a little informal dinner with my parents.


                        CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS (Cont‟d)
                     (then to her parents)
                  Mom, dad, allow me to introduce the rest of my
                  squad.
                     (pointing as she introduces them)
                  This is Privates Schuck, Qian, MacRae, Rykov, and
                  Olayande. They‟re the members of our “Hak” team,
                  and this is Privates Zavala, Lightfoot, Yamanouchi,
                  and last but certainly least, Benny.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                  Jonathan T. Benny; that is, at your service. But my
                  friends just call me Jack.

                                PRIVATE MACRAE
                  Benny, you don‟t have any friends.

This statement results in a brief chuckle from everyone but Benny.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  And that makes up the rest of our “Sak” team, for
                  what it‟s worth.

                                    PRIVATE QIAN
                     (as he grabs Private Schuck by the arm)
                  Well I don‟t know what THAT is worth, but if the
                  “Hak” team doesn‟t get some SACK TIME, we
                  won‟t be worth a DAMN tomorrow. Especially
                  you, Schuck. If I‟m ever in need of medical aid, I
                  don‟t want to find myself staring up at some Med-
                  Tech who barely passed her training. Let‟s go.
                     (as they head for the lobby)
                  Nice to meet you.
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The rest of the “Hak” team offer similar parting comments and a couple of the “Hak”
team members engage in the “Ugh” salute with a couple of the “Sak” team members, then
follow the two leaders toward the lobby. The “Sak” team linger at the table.

                                     DWAYNE
                    (to the “Sak” team members)
                 So where‟s your Top?

                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                 Sergeant Warren was suspended from duty. We‟re
                 waiting for a replacement.


                                PRIVATE ZAVALA
                 Yeah, for doing what he was told to do, in a training
                 exercise. Can you believe that?

                              PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                 You know, it‟s so STUPID, I don‟t even want to
                 talk about it.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                     (to her team members, changing the subject)
                 So, how about the rest of you? You still on the
                 prowl tonight?

                                  PRIVATE ZAVALA
                 No, we‟re heading back to the barracks, too. We‟re
                 just not in quite as big of a hurry.

                            PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                 None of us have any early classes tomorrow.

                                 PRIVATE MANN
                 Yeah, nothing until . . . . . well, you know.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                 Fuk class.

                                        ELLEN
                 Excuse me?

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                 It‟s officially called “Full Function Unarmed
                 Combat,” but don‟t ask me who the genius is that
                 thought THAT up.
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                   DWAYNE
Well, and you know the military tendency for
speaking in acronyms. Jeep. Radar. Humvee.

        CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
Wave. Wac.

                  PRIVATE BENNY
Snafu. Fubar.

                       ELLEN
Okay, I get the point. But what is it?

           CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
It‟s a combination of just about every type of
individual physical combat ever devised. Boxing,
Kickboxing, Wrestling, Judo, Jujitsu, Karate, Tae
Kwon Do, Hapkido, to name a few.

                  PRIVATE BENNY
Not to mention a liberal sprinkling of other body
control exercises like Yoga, Tai Bo, Tai Chi, and
gymnastics, even a little, get this . . . . . ballet, if you
can believe that.

                 PRIVATE MANN
Actually, that name is a misnomer, because it also
includes training in fencing, archery, knife-fighting,
and the use of various other primitive weapons like
clubs, whips, brass knuckles, garrotes, etc.

                         ELLEN
Sounds difficult.

             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
It‟s really a lot of fun. Strenuous, but fun. Too bad
you couldn‟t come out and see us tomorrow.

                       ELLEN
Well, I am going out to the base tomorrow morning.
What time is this class?

          CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
Ten O‟clock……building twelve.

                         ELLEN
Okay. I‟ll drop by.
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                               CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Great. I‟ll keep an eye out for you.

                                   PRIVATE ZAVALA
                   Sorry to interrupt, but we really need to shove off.

The “Sak” team offers parting comments and begins to leave. Privates Zavala and
Yamanouchi exchange the “Ugh” salute with each other. Suddenly Private Benny spies a
uniquely shaped metal hors d‟oeuvre dish sitting on the table.



                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                      (grabbing the dish, dumping the contents)
                   Hey guys, check this out.

The rest of the “Sak” team stops and turns back toward Private Benny.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                      (as he raises the dish up to cover his face)
                   The Darth Vader school of etiquette.
                      (he grabs a fork and holds it up while
                      speaking like “James Earl Jones”)
                   Use the FORK Luke.

Private Benny puts the fork and dish back down on the table, laughing uncontrollably.
The rest of the “Sak” team, unimpressed, turn and walk away.

                                           ELLEN
                   I‟m sorry, I‟m afraid I don‟t understand.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Don‟t worry about it, mom.

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                   Yeah, nobody else does either…….…ever.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                   Use the fork, use the force, get it? It‟s Star Wars.

                                          ELLEN
                   I‟m afraid I don‟t watch many Holo-Films. Sorry.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                   These aren‟t Holo-Films, they‟re old movies, on a
                   flat screen. You know……35mm…….celluloid?

Ellen just shakes her head from side to side, still not comprehending.
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                                     PRIVATE BENNY
                   Hey, that‟s okay. I‟ve got to get going.
                       (as he turns to go, to Dwayne and Ellen)
                   It was nice meeting you.
                       (then to his squad-mates)
                   Newt, Spider, see you in the morning.

Private Benny follows the rest of the “Sak” team out of the restaurant.


                                         ELLEN
                   What does that mean? Ugh?!?
                      (then trying to emulate the salute)
                   And what is this?

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Universal Guard…….U/G…….Ugh.

Ellen turns to Dwayne for further explanation.

                                         DWAYNE
                   Just more mindless military tradition, like similar
                   expressions used in the past. Gung-ho, Tally-ho,
                   Hoo-ah . . . . . Semper Fi.

                                          ELLEN
                   Yeah, but “Ugh?”

                                        DWAYNE
                   Morale isn‟t the greatest these days.
                       (then to Quentin)
                   I have another question.

                                    PRIVATE MANN
                   What‟s that?

                                        DWAYNE
                   Spider?

                                          ELLEN
                   Spider Mann?

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                   This is embarrassing.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
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It‟s an old nickname. Quentin had what you might
call a “troublesome” past, but it‟s not a period he
cares to be reminded of, and that‟s exactly what the
nickname does. Of course, nobody calls him that
except JACK.

                      ELLEN
Why am I not surprised?
   (then adding; skeptically)
Confident, but not cocky, huh?

          CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
Benny‟s the exception, not the rule.

                  DWAYNE
So how did you come by this unwanted moniker?

                 PRIVATE MANN
    (whispering, barely audible)
A tattoo.

                      DWAYNE
   (leaning forward)
I‟m sorry, I didn‟t hear you. A what?

                  PRIVATE MANN
It was a tattoo. I was young and stupid. Listen, you
mind if we talk about something else?

                    DWAYNE
Sure. No problem.

                    ELLEN
How about whatever it was you invited us here for?

          CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
Good idea. Okay, mom, dad……Quentin and I are
engaged. Surprised?

                        ELLEN
A little. But I had a hunch………..

                    DWAYNE
Female intuition?

                      ELLEN
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                   Not really. If you‟d just pay a little more attention,
                   they‟ve been giving it away all evening. Quentin?
                   Rebecca? Dear?

                                       DWAYNE
                      (putting his hands up as if surrendering)
                   Okay.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                      (looking down at her watch)
                   You know what, it‟s getting pretty late. We
                   probably better be getting back, too.

The four of them get up from the table and head for the exit.

INT. CLUB/RESTAURANT – FRONT LOBBY – EVENING

In the lobby the two couples split off and head toward separate pedestrian transporters.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Bye, dad. See you tomorrow, mom.

Newt and Quentin get in one transporter car, while Dwayne and Ellen step into another.

EXT. PEDESTRIAN TRANSPORTER SYSTEM (UNDERGROUND)

The two large vacuum tubes take off in opposite directions.

INT. UNIVERSAL GUARD F.F.U.C. TRAINING FACILITY

A large gymnasium. In the middle of the room a group (which includes Newt) is
performing a run and vault exercise. In one corner several squad members are practicing
martial arts. In another corner some are performing Tai Chi. In the third corner, one
couple is engaged in a boxing match. Privates Mann and Benny are in the far corner of
the room approximately six feet apart, preparing for a fencing duel. Mann is standing
facing Benny, holding his foil pointed at the floor in front of himself in the fencing
position of “attention.” Benny is facing Mann, nonchalantly waving his fencing foil
around like a fly swatter. Suddenly, Benny swings the foil up in front of himself and
points it at Mann, going directly into the “on guard” stance.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                   Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my
                   father. Prepare to die.

Benny lunges toward Mann with his foil. Mann parries the attack, knocking the foil out
of Benny‟s hand and onto the floor. Benny turns and strolls over to retrieve his weapon.

                                    PRIVATE MANN
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                   Benny, would you get serious?

                                     PRIVATE BENNY
                      (as he picks up his foil)
                   Like all the rest of you Borgs? I don‟t think so.
                      (jumping back into the “on guard” position)
                   En guarde!

Once again, Benny lunges toward Mann. Once again, the quicker Mann parries the
attack, knocking the foil out of Benny‟s hand and onto the floor.

The door to the facility opens, and in walks Ellen Ripley. She stops a few feet inside the
door and looks around the room. Finally Ellen sees her daughter, just as Newt is about to
take her turn at the run and vault exercise. Newt seems to get off to a good start, but just
as she hits the springboard, she stumbles slightly, and flies off to one side of the intended
target, missing it completely. Newt gets up quickly and brushes herself off, then begins
jogging back to her place at the rear of the group. As she heads back to the starting point,
Newt passes a female sergeant (her back to Ellen) who is monitoring the exercise. Newt
takes a few more steps, then sees Ellen standing by the door. The female sergeant waves
to the next soldier in line to begin. Private Rykov takes off toward the springboard.

                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                     (waving as she jogs back to the line)
                   Come on over. I‟ve got one more then I‟ll be done.

Ellen walks about half the distance to the vault exercise then stops and looks around the
room at the other exercises in progress. Finally, it is Newt‟s turn again. Newt seems to
get off to an even faster start this time, but once again her leap is off-balance. She hits the
target this time, but she is going sideways when she does. The target slams into the floor
then springs back up to its vertical position as Newt passes through it. Newt hits the mat
several feet beyond the target and continues to roll and tumble out of control. Ellen
winces in empathetic pain. Newt picks herself back up much more slowly this time, then
jogs over to Ellen just as a voice over the building‟s loudspeaker comes on.

                            TRAINING DIRECTOR (V.O.)
                   Okay people, take five.

The rest of the soldiers stop to rest for a couple of minutes.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                       (as she jogs over and stops in front of Ellen)
                   Hi. Glad you could make it.

                                           ELLEN
                   You all right?

                               CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
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                  Yeah, I‟ll live. How are things with you, you get
                  what you came out here for?

                                          ELLEN
                  Not yet. I got a late start, so I came here first. I‟ll
                  do the other thing when we‟re finished. So, what
                  did you want me to see?

                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  There‟s someone here that I‟d like you to meet.

                        CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS (Cont‟d)
                     (as she turns and waves toward the sergeant)
                  Hey Top, can I see you a second?

Ellen is looking around the facility again. When she looks back in front of her toward
Newt, the female sergeant is standing right beside Newt, facing Ellen. The blood quickly
drains from Ellen‟s face as she stands face to face with Pvt. VASQUEZ from “Aliens.”

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Mother, you remember our conversation last night.
                  We told you about Sergeant Warren being put on
                  administrative leave, so we needed a replacement.
                  Well, here she is. I‟d like you to meet our new
                  squad N.C.O., Sergeant Vasquez.

Sergeant Vasquez extends her hand to perform the customary greeting. Ellen continues to
stand and stare at her, in shock. The sergeant looks at Ellen, then over to Newt, then back
at Ellen again. Finally Vasquez realizes what Ellen is thinking.

                             SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                  You knew my sister, Juanita, didn‟t you?

                                          ELLEN
                  Juanita? Sister?
                     (finally, a hint of understanding)
                  Vasquez?

                               SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                  Yeah. Juanita was her first name. I‟m Margarita.
                  We‟re identical twins. Or were, I should say.

                                             ELLEN
                  Juanita? Hmmm. Yeah, that fits her. That‟s nice.
                      (a sudden revelation, tears welling up)
                  Funny, I just realized. I never really knew ANY of
                  their first names . . . . . except Dwayne. And that
                  wasn‟t until after the rest of them were . . . . . .
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                                 SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                   I understand. Well, it was very nice to meet you.
                       (then looking at Newt)
                   We‟ve got to get back to work.
                       (clapping her hands while walking away)
                   Let‟s go, you reprobates. One more session, and I
                   want to see some REAL sweat this time.


                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Sorry mom. I didn‟t realize . . . . .

                                           ELLEN
                   That‟s okay, hon. Well, I guess I should be going. I
                   know you have to get back to your training, and I‟ve
                   got a lot to do today, also. I‟ll see you later.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                      (turning back to the exercise area)
                   Bye mom. Thanks again for coming.

Ellen turns and walks out of the building.

INT. UNIVERSAL GUARD HISTORICAL LIBRARY - DAY

Ellen walks into the library, stops and looks around, then walks over to the female clerk
working behind the main counter. The clerk continues to file records, ignoring Ellen.

                                           ELLEN
                   Is this the repository for U/G mission records?

                                         CLERK
                   Are you a veteran?

                                         ELLEN
                   No?

                                         CLERK
                   Active duty?

                                         ELLEN
                   No, but my husband is. It doesn‟t matter, anyway.
                   What I‟m looking for is a public record.

                                        CLERK
                   Okay, what mission are you referring to?
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                                         ELLEN
                      (pulling out a piece of paper and reading it)
                   Mission 100849, to LV-426. “Hellcats” squad.

                                          CLERK
                       (walking over and typing into a computer)
                   Well, let‟s see what we have.
                       (reading the information, then looking up)
                   It appears that you‟re mistaken. It‟s classified.

                                           ELLEN
                   That can‟t be right. It was a simple demolition
                   mission. There was nothing special about it.

                                          CLERK
                   Who told you that?

                                          ELLEN
                   My husband!

                                           CLERK
                     (returning to her work)
                   Well, I can‟t let you see it. Sorry.

Ellen stands there for a few seconds, then finally gives up. While Ellen turns and storms
across the room and out of the library, another female clerk who was listening to the
conversation walks over to the hinged countertop and addresses the other clerk.

                                      CATHERINE
                      (raising the countertop and walking through)
                   I‟m taking a smoke break. Be back in a minute.

                                          CLERK
                   Whatever.

Catherine walks briskly across the room and through the entrance door.

INT. U. G. HISTORICAL LIBRARY LOBBY - DAY

Catherine catches up with Ellen just as she is about to get into a pedestrian transporter.

                                      CATHERINE
                      (as she taps Ellen on the shoulder)
                   Excuse me.

                                          ELLEN
                   Yes?
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                                       CATHERINE
                   Sorry to bother you, but I work here also; in
                   archives, and I couldn‟t help overhearing your
                   conversation with Miss Congeniality back there.

                                          ELLEN
                   So?

                                       CATHERINE
                   So I think I can help you. I mean I‟d like to help.

                                      ELLEN
                   Why? You don‟t even know me.

                                      CATHERINE
                   Actually, I do. You‟re Ripley.

                                        ELLEN
                   Ellen, but how do you know me? I don‟t know you.

                                        CATHERINE
                   I‟m Catherine, nice to meet you.
                       (then looking around conspiratorially)
                   I really don‟t have time to explain right now. I have
                   to get back to work. But if you‟ll tell me what it is
                   you want, and somewhere we can meet, I‟m pretty
                   sure I can get it and bring it to you tomorrow.

                                          ELLEN
                   Okay. Here‟s what I‟m looking for.
                      (she pulls out the piece of paper, then pulls
                      out a pen and begins writing on it)
                   And here‟s where I live. Just come to my apartment
                   tomorrow morning. All right?

                                       CATHERINE
                   Yeah, that‟s fine. I‟ll see you tomorrow. Bye.

Catherine walks back into the library as Ellen steps into the pedestrian transporter.

INT. APARTMENT CORRIDOR– DAY

Ellen is walking down the hallway toward her own apartment, a smile on her face. The
artificial lighting in the hallway is unevenly spaced, making some areas brighter than
others. She is walking down a rather dark section, preparing to turn a corner in the
hallway. There is a light in the corner, which illuminates the far wall. Just as she is about
to turn the corner, a shadow appears on the far wall. She stops. The smile disappears
instantly, replaced by a look of sheer terror. She is paralyzed with fear. The dark image
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on the wall a few feet in front of her is the head of her old enemy, her constant sleeping
companion, right down to the shadowy drool dripping from it‟s mouth. Finally, she steps
backward. The shadow moves slowly at first, then lunges forward.

Out from behind the near corner of the hallway‟s intersection juts a large, wet section of
rolled up CARPET. As the water continues to drip from the end of it, the carpet slams
into the far wall.

                           MAINTENANCE MAN #1 (V.O.)
                      (from around the corner)
                   Hey dick-head, watch where you‟re going!

                               MAINTENANCE MAN #2
                      (as he appears in the intersection from
                      behind the wall, carrying the carpet)
                   Sorry.
                      (then sees Ellen)
                   Oh, hi. Excuse me.

                               MAINTENANCE MAN #1
                      (as he appears, carrying the carpet)
                   What the fuck are you blabbering about . . . . .
                      (then seeing Ellen)
                   Oops. Pardon my French.

Ellen just stands there, attempting to recover from the fear-induced nausea.

                               MAINTENANCE MAN #1
                      (to Ellen, as he passes by her)
                   Hey you wouldn‟t happen to be in 308, would you?

                                          ELLEN
                   Uh, no. I live in 311. Why?

                                MAINTENANCE MAN #1
                       (as he continues down the hall)
                    Man, I pity those poor schmucks. They‟re having
                   one hell of a bad day and don‟t even know it yet. A
                   pipe broke in the apartment above them, and it
                   completely flooded their place. Gees, what a mess.

Ellen walks halfway down the hallway, stops in front of apartment 311 and puts her face
in front of a retinal scanner (which unlocks the door) then opens it and walks in.

INT. APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – DAWN

Dwayne grabs his hat and heads for the front door. Suddenly he turns back to Ellen, who
is sitting on the couch drinking a cup of coffee.
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                                       DWAYNE
                  Oh, by the way. I won‟t be home tonight, so don‟t
                  wait up. In fact, I‟m probably going to be gone for a
                  couple of days.

                                           ELLEN
                  Why?

                                       DWAYNE
                  They‟re sending me to Gateway on some sort of
                  fact-finding mission. I‟m catching a military shuttle
                  early tomorrow morning, so I‟ll just stay at the base
                  tonight.

                                         ELLEN
                  That‟s highly irregular, isn‟t it?

                                          DWAYNE
                  Not really. Right now my position . . . . . our whole
                  office, is a sort of clearinghouse for every little pet
                  project that the brass doesn‟t know what to do with.

                                           ELLEN
                  Well, is it dangerous?

                                        DWAYNE
                     (as he goes out the door)
                  Oh no. It‟s strictly administrative. Some bean
                  counter put a decimal point in the wrong place, or
                  something like that. Don‟t worry. See you.

                                         ELLEN
                  I‟ll be here. Where else would I be.

INT. APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – DAY

Ellen is sitting on the couch, staring across the room. The doorbell rings. Mechanically,
Ellen gets up and walks to the door and opens it. Catherine is standing in the doorway.

                                     CATHERINE
                      (beaming, holding a video disk)
                  I got it!

Ellen steps to one side and motions for Catherine to enter. Catherine walks in and stops
in the middle of the room, searching for the computer.

                                           ELLEN
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                        (pointing toward the far corner of the room)
                   It‟s over there.



                                     CATHERINE
                      (as she walks over to the computer)
                   Oh, yeah. Thanks.

Catherine sits down at the computer and inserts the videodisk. Ellen disappears into the
kitchen, then reappears with a chair. She walks over and places it beside Catherine‟s.

                                        CATHERINE
                       (as she scrolls through a list on the screen)
                   Your mission was on a disk with several others and
                   it was easier to just copy the whole thing.
                       (as the cursor stops at the mission)
                   Ah, here it is.

Catherine clicks on the entry, and Captain Metcalf appears on the screen, sitting at a desk.
The captain begins explaining the purpose of the mission. A time-code sequence blinks
in the corner of the video screen, counting off the elapsed time of the mission.

                                         ELLEN
                   Can you fast-forward this thing?

                                       CATHERINE
                      (she hits a key, bringing up a list of options)
                   Sure, no problem. Where do you want to go?

                                         ELLEN
                   The mission itself. On the planet.

                                      CATHERINE
                      (causing the video image to fast-forward)
                   Okay. Say when.

The video continues to fast-forward through the captain‟s speech, the pre-operation
preparations, the departure from the military docking bay at Gateway, the touchdown of
the U/ G dropship onto LV-426 near the derelict spaceship, and the quick-time march of
seven soldiers from the one spaceship to other. The time-code clicks off at such a fast
rate that it can‟t be read.

                                          ELLEN
                   There. Stop it.

Catherine hits a key and the video slows to normal speed. The video scene is a relatively
tranquil one of the derelict spaceship, but the audio is a confused and almost panicked
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sounding radio transmission from one of the soldiers (Sgt Wells) who are already in the
derelict spaceship to the dropship pilot (Flight Officer Parrish) who is monitoring the
operation from their own dropship. The time-code also slows to a readable speed.

                                           ELLEN
                   Back it up a little. Just after they land.

Catherine reverses the video until it is back at the point when the U/ G dropship touches
down on the planet. She stops it, then restarts the video forward at normal speed again.

                                          ELLEN
                   This is going to take a while, isn‟t it?

                                       CATHERINE
                   It doesn‟t have to. Just say “go” when you want me
                   to skip through something and “stop” when you
                   want to see it.

Ellen and Catherine “stop” and “go” through the following scenes.

The surface of LV-426 as the dropship touches down.

The soldiers exit the dropship and head toward the derelict spaceship.

The dropship pilot (F/O Parrish) standing at the control panel in the interior of the
dropship, watching the progress of the soldiers on a video monitor.

The soldiers entering the derelict spaceship.

F/O Parrish in the interior of the dropship again.

The derelict spaceship (where the video had been stopped earlier) when the accident with
the stun grenade occurs, then Sgt Wells radios F/O Parrish for assistance.

F/O Parrish exits the dropship and heads out to assist the soldiers.

F/O Parrish and Sgt Wells carry the last of the stunned soldiers and lay him down on the
ground just outside of the derelict spaceship by the others, then F/O Parrish heads back
toward the dropship.

The dropship pilot (Parrish) standing at the control panel in the interior of the dropship
once again, watching the other soldiers reenter the derelict spaceship on a video monitor.

The soldiers exit the derelict spaceship and head back toward the dropship.

The dropship pilot (Parrish) standing at the control panel in the interior of the dropship
watching the other soldiers reenter the dropship on a video monitor.
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The soldiers exit the derelict spaceship and head back toward the dropship.

The surface of LV-426 as the dropship takes off and leaves.

                                         ELLEN
                  Okay, that‟s enough.

                                       CATHERINE
                      (freezing the video image)
                  Well I don‟t know exactly what you were looking
                  for, but I have to say that; outside of the accident,
                  that looked pretty cut and dry to me.

                                        ELLEN
                  Something‟s not right. I just can‟t………..

                                     CATHERINE
                  You want to see it again?

                                        ELLEN
                     (squinting, thinking hard, then finally)
                  Go back to just before they left the planet.

Catherine obliges and reverses, then restarts the video where Ellen requested.

                                         ELLEN
                     (watching briefly, then shouting)
                  Stop it right there! Freeze it!

                                    CATHERINE
                    (shaken, as she freezes the video image)
                  What? What did you see?

                                        ELLEN
                     (looking at the screen more closely)
                  I‟m not sure.

Ellen turns her head away from the screen and gazes around the living room, searching.
Suddenly she spies the small digital clock sitting on the table in the far corner of the
room. She looks at it briefly, then returns her attention back to the video monitor.

                                       ELLEN
                  Can you enhance the image on this thing?

                                    CATHERINE
                  Sure. Which part do you want?

                                         ELLEN
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                      (pointing at the area on the computer screen)
                   Bring up that far panel beyond the drop-ship pilot.

Catherine enlarges the area requested, revealing a small digital clock within the group of
other gauges and monitoring systems. The clock reads 11:42. The time-code at the
corner of the screen reads 147:31:16. Ellen grabs a piece of paper and a pen off the desk
and writes the two numbers down, then looks back at the screen.

                                         ELLEN
                   Okay, now run it back to the same view right after
                   the dropship touches down on.

Catherine obliges Ellen‟s request again. The video shows the dropship pilot standing at
the mission control panel in the interior of the dropship, watching the progress of the
soldiers on a video monitor as they work their way toward the derelict spaceship.

                                      CATHERINE
                      (freezing the image)
                   Same area?

                                         ELLEN
                   Yeah.

Catherine enlarges the same area. The clock reads 7:33. The time-code at the corner of
the screen reads 144:54:29. Ellen writes the two numbers down under the previous ones,
then begins subtracting them. A sudden revelation comes to her.

                                         ELLEN
                       (showing the paper to Catherine)
                   Look, the time-code sequencer went from one
                   hundred and forty four hours and fifty-four minutes
                   to one hundred and forty seven hours and thirty-one
                   minutes. That‟s two hours and thirty-seven
                   minutes.

                                       CATHERINE
                   Well, okay. Granted, I‟m no expert, but that
                   certainly seems like enough time to accomplish
                   their mission.

                                             ELLEN
                   Yes, but look here, the clock on the dropship‟s
                   control panel went from seven thirty three to eleven
                   forty two. That‟s a period of four hours and nine
                   minutes. Which leaves a discrepancy of . . . . .
                         (she quickly calculates again)
                   . . . . . one hour and thirty two minutes. Somebody
                   spent an hour and a half doing something that they
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                                    ELLEN (Cont‟d)
                  didn‟t want anyone else to see, then they doctored
                  the time-code to cover their tracks.

                                  CATHERINE
                  But what? What‟d they do?

                                         ELLEN
                  I don‟t know what; specifically, it was, but you can
                  bet it had something to do with those damn . . . . .

THE VID-PHONE RINGS

Ellen reaches over Catherine‟s shoulder and pushes a button that changes the computer to
a vid-phone monitor. The picture of the dropship control panel is replaced by Newt, who
only sees Catherine where she had expected to see Ellen.

                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                     (surprised)
                  Uh, hi.

                                      CATHERINE
                  Hi.

                           CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Who are you?

                                      CATHERINE
                  I‟m Catherine.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Is Ellen around?

                                        ELLEN
                      (leaning over Catherine so she can be seen)
                  Hi, honey. I‟m right here. What‟s up?

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  I just thought I‟d let you know that I‟ll be gone for a
                  few days. We got orders to ship out last night. A
                  big hurry, too, for some reason. I didn‟t even have
                  time to call you before the shuttle left.

                                       ELLEN
                  Shuttle? What shuttle? Where are you now?
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                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   We‟re at the military dock on Gateway. Soon as
                   we‟re cleared to board the transport, we‟re gone.

                                       ELLEN
                   Where are you going? What kind of mission is it?

                               CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   I don‟t know mom, but I couldn‟t tell you even if I
                   did. I do know this, though. We‟re most likely
                   going somewhere relatively close, just a couple of
                   days out, „cause they said to pack light. Oh, and
                   we‟re the reserve force, so we probably won‟t even
                   get out of hyper-sleep. So don‟t worry, okay?

                                         ELLEN
                   You keep saying that. You AND your father.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Well, gotta go. I‟ll call just as soon as we get back.

The computer screen returns to the picture of the dropship control panel. Ellen gets up,
grabs the chair she was sitting in, and walks back into the kitchen.

                                          ELLEN
                       (as she disappears into the kitchen)
                   I need an aspirin.

                                        CATHERINE
                   So we‟re done here?
                      (waiting for a response, then adding)
                   Hello, you still there?

                                      ELLEN (V.O.)
                      (from the kitchen)
                   Yeah, just a second.

Catherine stands and waits as requested. After a few seconds Ellen walks back into the
living room with the aspirin in one hand and a glass of water in the other. She takes the
aspirin and washes it down with a drink of water, then addresses Catherine.

                                         ELLEN
                   I‟m sorry, what did you say?

                                     CATHERINE
                   I said “Are we done here?”

                                          ELLEN
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                  Not quite. You still haven‟t told me who you are.

                                      CATHERINE
                  Like I said, I‟m Catherine. Catherine Burke.

Ellen drops the glass of water. The old fear comes back in a rush, mixed with anger.

                                       ELLEN
                  Burke? As in Carter Burke?

                                     CATHERINE
                  That‟s correct. But I‟m not . . . . .

                                         ELLEN
                  Well at least I understand now how you knew who
                  “I” was. But why would you want to help me? And
                  what makes you think that I would ever trust you?

                                       CATHERINE
                  I can explain.

                                      ELLEN
                  So what was Carter? Your husband? Your brother?

                                     CATHERINE
                  Stepbrother. My REAL father‟s name was Helmke.
                  When we were kids, my mother remarried Carter‟s
                  Dad. I grew up with Carter, but I didn‟t think of
                  him as a brother, not really. I hated him.

                                          ELLEN
                  Why?

                                     CATHERINE
                  You‟re kidding, right?

                                          ELLEN
                  Well other than the fact that he got a hundred and
                  sixty eight people KILLED, not counting himself . .
                  . . . he seemed like a pretty nice guy.

                                     CATHERINE
                  That‟s how he got away with it. He could be so
                  sweet, so slick when he needed to. But I‟m telling
                  you, underneath that smooth façade, he wasn‟t just
                  your typical slime-ball, he was a cruel, sadistic little

                                   CATHERINE (Cont‟d)
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                  puke. He picked on me. He picked on other kids.
                  He tortured animals. He poisoned my cat.
                     (practically in tears)
                  As far as I‟m concerned, he can go straight to hell.

                                          ELLEN
                  If it‟s any comfort, that‟s probably where he is now.
                       (putting her hands on Catherine‟s shoulders)
                  Okay, I believe you, I guess. Thanks for the help.

Ellen walks over and opens the front door for Catherine.

                                          ELLEN
                  You probably want to get going.
                     (then looking at the broken glass)
                  Besides, I have a little housecleaning to do.

                                       CATHERINE
                  Okay, but let me know if you need anything else.
                      (stopping at the door)
                  I mean it. I want to help. Somehow in my own
                  weird way I feel . . . . . responsible.
                      (pointing her finger at Ellen)
                  So if you need anything, anything at all, you call
                  me. Immediately. Understand.

                                         ELLEN
                  All right.

Catherine gives Ellen a hug, then walks out. Ellen closes the door.

EXT. SPACE – NEAR GATEWAY STATION

The interstellar transport craft “Scharnhorst/ITC-42” begins its short journey. Gateway
Station, and Earth beyond it, can be seen in the distance behind the transport.

INT. “SCHARNHORST / ITC-42” – HYPERSLEEP CHAMBER BAY

The hypersleep chambers (sixteen in all) are filled with the sleeping members of the U. G.
“Hellcats” squad and their dropship pilots. All except two. The glass tops to those
chambers are open, and the chambers are empty. One of the other hypersleep chambers
begins to open. Footsteps are heard. A pair of (gloved) hands place a large, limp object
on the stomach of the sleeping soldier. The object is an “Alien” facehugger. It lies there
on the soldier‟s stomach. The unidentified human‟s (gloved) hand reaches back in and
sticks a needle into the facehugger and injects it with something, then quickly pulls back

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out of the chamber. The hypersleep chamber closes. The facehugger comes to life and
slowly begins crawling toward the sleeping soldier‟s face. Another hypersleep chamber
opens up. An unidentified person; his back to the camera, walks up to this chamber with
a motionless facehugger in his (gloved) hands and places it on the sleeping soldier.

The back of the unidentified person as he walks away from the hypersleep chambers, a
needle in one (gloved) hand. Another person is seen standing in the shadows beyond him.

The hypersleep chambers occupied by the “Hellcat” squad. The two open chambers are
still empty. The soldiers in the occupied chambers have “Alien” face-huggers on them.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – U. G. INTERSTELLAR TRANSPORT DOCKING
PORT

ESTABLISHING SHOT

A huge docking port with berths for fifteen “Interstellar Transports Craft” similar to the
“Sulaco”. Eleven berths have transports moored at them. The nearest transport has the
name “Dreadnought” written on its side and the designation “ITC-33” written above it.
Dock workers are scrambling around the area, performing various tasks.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – U. G. INTERSTELLAR TRANSPORT DOCKING
PORT

The dock supervisor is standing at a counter near the front of the “Dreadnought.” Captain
Hernstrom is having a heated discussion with the dock supervisor, while his squad waits
at the boarding platform of the “Dreadnought.” Lieutenant MacLeod leaves the rest of
the squad, walks over and stands beside the Captain.

                                CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                   Look buddy, I don‟t know what the holdup is, but
                   we‟re suppose to be in transit already. The assault
                   squad has left, and they are . . . . . hell they‟re
                   probably halfway there by now. So we‟ve got to get
                   going. Capire? Comprender? Verstehen sie?

                                   DOCK SUPERVISOR
                   I understand your concerns; captain, but I have my
                   responsibilities too, you know, like the care and
                   maintenance of these ships. If there are any
                   problems with one of them and I let it leave that
                   way, and something happens, well…….it‟s MY ass.

                                CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                   So there‟s a problem with the I.T.C?

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Well let‟s just take another ship.
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              CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
Please lieutenant, let me handle this.
    (then to the dock supervisor)
Just prep us another ship, okay.

                  DOCK SUPERVISOR
No can do, sir.

             CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
   (looking at the other ten ships)
But they‟re just sitting there!

                DOCK SUPERVISOR
It may look that way, but they‟re ALL scheduled for
other missions. They don‟t make these decisions on
the spur of the moment, you know.

             CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
Oh really? I wish you had been there last night to
tell my wife that when they called me up and told
me to get my squad ready in forty-five minutes.

                DOCK SUPERVISOR
I can‟t authorize another transport. Sorry.

            CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
So what‟s the matter with ours again?

               DOCK SUPERVISOR
   (turning to a redheaded assistant)
Red, what‟s the story on thirty-three?

                         RED
Uh, tertiary refrigeration unit is out of order.
Compressor probably shot craps.

             CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
Tertiary ref……..what is that? What‟s that for?

              DOCK SUPERVISOR
Reserve food supplies, beverages, that sort of thing.



             CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
Okay, let me see if I have this straight now. YOU
are holding up MY mission because you think that
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                  we might want to have a couple of brewskies when
                  we‟re finished, and the BEER won‟t be COLD!?!?!

                                   DOCK SUPERVISOR
                  I‟m sorry, but I was given specific instructions not
                  to let your…….I mean, I was told that….. ..you
                  can‟t leave „til the transport‟s totally operational.

                             CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                  And how long would that be?

                                 DOCK SUPERVISOR
                  Several days, if the compressor‟s not in stock.

                             CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                  Days!?!?! The mission could be OVER by then!

                                 DOCK SUPERVISOR
                  Well I can‟t help that. It‟s just a matter of . . . . .

                               CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                  Put a cork in it! I don‟t want to hear any more of
                  this happy horseshit! You get this bucket ready to
                  leave by the time we‟re loaded or I‟m gonna come
                  back down here and……….

                               DOCK SUPERVISOR
                  Well, you‟ll……have to…….sign a release form.

                              CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                  Fine. Get the damn form and I‟ll sign it.
                     (then turning to MacLeod)
                  Get the squad on board. We gotta get going, ASAP.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                     (saluting, then jogging back to the squad)
                  Aye sir.

EXT. SPACE – IN ROUTE TO THE OIL EXTRACTION PLANET

The “Scharnhorst / ITC-42” glides along on it‟s mission.



INT. “SCHARNHORST / ITC-42” – HYPERSLEEP CHAMBER BAY

The hyper-sleep chambers once again, filled with the sleeping members of the U/G
“Hellcats” squad and their drop-ship pilots. All except the two open ones mentioned
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earlier, whose chambers are still vacated. One of the other hyper-sleep chambers begins
to open. Footsteps are heard again. A pair of (gloved) hands remove the dead “Alien”
face-hugger lying beside the soldier. The hyper-sleep chamber closes. Another hyper-
sleep chamber opens up. An unidentified person, his back to the camera, walks up and
removes another dead face-hugger from that chamber.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – U. G. INTERSTELLAR TRANSPORT DOCKING
PORT

The “Dreadnought / ITC-33” slowly backs out of it‟s mooring.

EXT. SPACE – IN ROUTE TO THE OIL EXTRACTION PLANET

The “Scharnhorst / ITC-42” continues on it‟s mission.

INT. “SCHARNHORST / ITC-42” – HYPERSLEEP CHAMBER BAY

The hyper-sleep chambers of the “Hellcats” squad and their drop-ship pilots once again.
All of the chambers are closed and occupied now. Everything appears normal.

INT. APARTMENT – BEDROOM – DAWN

Ellen lies alone in her bed, on her back, sleeping peacefully. A small ray of light from the
morning sun creeps over her face. She blinks a couple of times, then opens her eyes.

                                          ELLEN
                   Well, what do you know, a good night‟s sleep.
                   That‟s a pleasant surprise.
                       (then facing the empty pillow beside her)
                   You don‟t suppose it‟s you that‟s been giving me
                   these nightmares, do you?

Ellen climbs out of bed, throws on her robe and heads toward the door to the living room.

INT. APARTMENT – KITCHEN/DINING ROOM – DAWN

Ellen walks into the room and heads directly for the freshly brewed pot of coffee.

                                         ELLEN
                      (to an audio/video monitor)
                   Activate.



                                      ELLEN (Cont‟d)
                       (as several lights and digital clock come on
                       within the audio/video monitor, Ellen grabs
                       a cup from the counter)
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                   Audio.
                      (as Ellen pours herself a cup of coffee,
                      classical music comes on)
                   Weather.
                      (as the monitor switches from music to a
                      weather report, Ellen changes her mind)
                   No. News.

                             NEWS ANNOUNCER #1 (V.O.)
                       (speaking from the audio/video monitor)
                   We‟ll be right back after this message with more on
                   our special report about the mysterious explosion
                   that claimed the lives of a shuttle pilot, copilot,
                   navigator, and the two officers on board as
                   passengers, but first we have to . . . . .

                                         ELLEN
                      (to the audio/video monitor)
                   Video.

The monitor showing a picture of the shuttle taking off, then exploding shortly thereafter.

                                NEWS ANNOUNCER #2 (V.O.)
                   In what we are told by U/G officials was suppose to
                   be a routine flight to Gateway station, three crew
                   members and two passengers have lost their lives
                   when the shuttle-craft exploded shortly after
                   takeoff. We are still waiting to ascertain the names
                   of the victims, pending notification of their nearest
                   rela . . . . .

DOORBELL RINGS

Startling Ellen. She turns and heads for the living room.

INT. APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – DAWN


Ellen continues to walk briskly toward the front door. Suddenly she stops a couple of feet
from it. She stands and looks at the door for a few seconds. The doorbell rings again.
Finally, dreadfully, she walks over and opens it. There are two somber officers of the
U/G standing in the hall. She continues to stare forward. One of them speaks.

                                    U/G OFFICER #1
                   Sorry we had to call on you so early in the morning.
                   I hope we didn‟t wake you up.

The officer waits for some sort of response. Ellen just stands there.
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                                    U/G OFFICER #1
                   Are you the wife of Lt Col Dwayne Hicks?

Ellen nods her head up and down, ever so slightly. The other U/G officer speaks.

                                    U/G OFFICER #2
                   I‟m afraid we have some very bad news. May we
                   come in, please?

Ellen steps to one side of the door. The two officers enter the room and the door closes.

EXT. SPACE – IN ORBIT AROUND THE OIL EXTRACTION PLANET

The “Scharnhorst / ITC-42” comes on station, orbiting the oil extraction planet. The door
to the dropship bay opens up. A dropship like the one in “Aliens” falls out of the
“Scharnhorst” and descends toward the planet. Then another dropship drops out of the
transport and follows the path of the first one. The two ships pass through the planet‟s
atmosphere and disappear into a heavy, solid wall of clouds above the planet‟s surface.

EXT. OIL EXTRACTION PLANET - JUST ABOVE THE SURFACE - DAY

The first dropship breaks out from under the cloud cover and levels off a couple of
hundred feet above the ground, then continues to streak along the planet‟s surface. The
cloud cover gives the planet‟s surface the appearance that the time is dusk.

The second dropship exits the cloud cover and follows the first one.

INT. “HELLCATS” SQUAD “HAK” TEAM DROPSHIP

Captain Metcalf and Sgt Wells are looking at an electronic blueprint of the oil extraction
complex on a monitor. The rest of the “Hak” team sits behind them, waiting patiently.

                                   CAPTAIN METCALF
                       (pointing at the monitor while he speaks)
                   As you can see, the complex has a sort of
                   hemispherical shape, with the shale conveyors all
                   coming into and converging at the mill, then the
                   refinery area over here on the left, and the power
                   plant to the right of that. The docking and storage
                   area is here on the far right, with the housing
                   quarters and utility and maintenance systems

                              CAPTAIN METCALF (Cont‟d)
                   located conveniently in the middle of the whole
                   thing. Assuming that the convicts have shut down
                   the oil extraction and refining operations, and
                   knowing that the corporation isn‟t sending them any
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                  more supplies, I‟m guessing that they‟ll be holed up
                  in the most logical spot, right here.
                      (he points to the housing area)
                  And that‟s where we‟re going in. We‟ll land right
                  outside of access bay seventeen, here, and proceed
                  inward until we make contact.
                      (now speaking into his headset)
                  You copy that, lieutenant?

EXT. OIL EXTRACTION PLANET - JUST ABOVE THE SURFACE - DAY

The “Sak” team dropship continues cruising toward the complex.

INT. “HELLCATS” SQUAD “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP

Lieutenant Avery and Corporal Haflich are looking at the same electronic blueprint. The
rest of the “Sak” team is sitting behind them in the same manner as the “Hak” team.

                                LIEUTENANT AVERY
                     (into his headset, acknowledging)
                  Affirmative. Then what?

                             CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                      (through the lieutenant‟s headset)
                  Your team will disembark; uncovered, and proceed
                  until you‟ve made contact with the objective.

                               LIEUTENANT AVERY
                  The convicts?

                             CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                     (through the lieutenant‟s headset)
                  That‟s correct.

                               LIEUTENANT AVERY
                  Shouldn‟t we “cover” first?

                             CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                     (through the lieutenant‟s headset)
                  No, we want them to see you. Don‟t worry, they
                  don‟t have any lethal weapons. The best they could

                         CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.) (Cont‟d)
                  probably muster would be some sort of clubs made
                  of wood or pipe. That‟s why we want them to know
                  we‟re here. There‟s a good chance that once they
                  see that they‟re outmatched they‟ll just give up.
                  Besides, I‟ll be right behind you with the “Hak”
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                  team. Our opposition just won‟t know it because
                  WE will be “covered.” Got it.

                                LIEUTENANT AVERY
                     (into his headset)
                  Copy that.
                     (then addressing his team)
                  Okay, heads up. We go in five. Everybody P.F.A.?

The “Sak” team responds by saying they are “Prepped,” or nodding their heads “yes.”

EXT. OIL EXTRACTION PLANET - JUST ABOVE THE SURFACE - DAY

The “Hak” and “Sak” team drop-ships streaks toward the complex.

INT. “HELLCATS” SQUAD “HAK” TEAM DROPSHIP

The “Hak” team members are busy checking their personal gear.

                                        PRIVATE
                      (to the captain)
                  Sir, what the hell are a bunch of criminals doing
                  running an expensive operation like this anyway?

                                  CAPTAIN METCALF
                  They‟re running it because it‟s cheap labor for the
                  corporation. In fact it‟s FREE labor; almost, if you
                  don‟t count the half a dozen or so administrative
                  officials who supervise the operation. But it‟s a
                  good deal for the convicts, too. If they agree to take
                  the training and work at the complex, the court cuts
                  their sentence in half. So if a guy was originally
                  looking at twenty years, he could be back out in ten.

                                         PRIVATE
                  So what‟s their beef now?

                                 CAPTAIN METCALF
                  I guess even ten years is a long time to go without
                  some of the basic luxuries of life, like sex,

                            CAPTAIN METCALF (Cont‟d)
                  entertainment, recreational enhancements, that sort
                  of thing. So they‟re demanding concessions.

                                        PRIVATE
                  That doesn‟t sound too unreasonable. Why doesn‟t
                  the corporation just oblige?
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                                 CAPTAIN METCALF
                  Well I hope this doesn‟t come as too much of a
                  shock to you, but interstellar corporations don‟t like
                  being told what to do. Especially by their slaves, I
                  mean employees.

                                    PRIVATE
                  So how many convicts do we have to deal with?

                                 CAPTAIN METCALF
                  About forty.

                                       PRIVATE
                  You‟ve got to be kidding. There‟s no way that forty
                  people could run that huge complex.

                                  CAPTAIN METCALF
                  No, I‟m serious. The place is almost completely
                  automated. That‟s what it takes to operate it, about
                  forty people. So that‟s what we‟re up against. That
                  is, not counting the staff. I doubt that they
                  cooperated with this little coup, though. They‟re
                  probably locked or tied up somewhere. I don‟t
                  imagine the convicts were stupid enough to kill
                  them. I certainly hope not.
                       (then looking at the monitor)
                  Okay hackers, prepare to disembark.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – HOUSING, UTILITY, AND MAINTENANCE AREA - DAY

The “Sak” team dropship touches down a few feet from access bay door 17, followed by
the “Hak” team dropship, which lands a little further away. The teams disembark and
disperse. The “Sak” team leapfrogs toward the bay door while the “Hak” team takes up
defensive positions, then activate their Opti-Camo and disappear. The “Sak” team
reaches the door, opens it, and rushes in. The door is left open.



INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR FROM ACCESS BAY 17 TO CAFETERIA

The “Sak” team leapfrogs down a short, wide corridor, checking every nook and cranny
as they go. A dead-end to the corridor can be seen about a hundred yards away at the
other end. About half that distance down the corridor is an intersection with another
corridor running perpendicular to the one they are in. The “Sak” team continues to work
its way down the corridor, passing through the intersection and arriving at the dead-end.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR – NEAR CAFETERIA
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In the middle of the wall in front of them is a hatch-like door. A sign indicates that the
room on the other side is the cafeteria. Two of the “Sak” team members slam their backs
into the wall on each side of the door. Lt. Avery radios his commander.

                                 LIEUTENANT AVERY
                      (into his headset)
                  Captain, we‟ve hit a dead-end. There is a door here
                  that appears to lead to the mess hall for the workers.

                              CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                      (from Lt. Avery‟s headset)
                  Continue on, lieutenant. The sergeant and my team
                  will follow you, and I‟ll stay out here until you‟ve
                  cleared the area.
                      (then to Sgt. Wells)
                  Sergeant Wells, you take the “Hak” team and cover
                  the lieutenant.

The lieutenant stands at the door, waiting. No response. The captain calls again.

                             CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                     (from Avery‟s headset)
                  Sergeant, are you copying this?
                     (waiting briefly, then calling again)
                  Sergeant Wells, acknowledge this transmission.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – HOUSING, UTILITY, AND MAINTENANCE AREA - DAY

The “Hak” team dropship door opens, stays open for a couple of seconds, then closes.

INT. “HELLCATS” SQUAD “HAK” TEAM DROPSHIP

F/O Parrish twists around in his seat to look back into the personnel compartment. Sgt.
Wells uncovers in the personnel compartment, turns toward the dropship pilot and gives
him the thumbs up. Parrish turns around and begins to take off.


EXT. O. E. PLANET – HOUSING, UTILITY, AND MAINTENANCE AREA - DAY

The “Hak” team dropship takes off and heads back in the direction from which it came.

INT. “HELLCATS” SQUAD “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP

F/O Spradling looks out the window and is surprised to see the other dropship leaving.

                            FLIGHT OFFICER SPRADLING
                      (into her headset, hesitantly)
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                   Uh, captain?

                             CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                     (from Spradling‟s headset)
                   Who‟s this?

                             FLIGHT OFFICER SPRADLING
                   It‟s Spradling. Did you order your ship to leave?

                             CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                      (from Spradling‟s headset)
                   No. Why?

                             FLIGHT OFFICER SPRADLING
                   Well it just did.

                             CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                     (from Spradling‟s headset, irritated)
                   Where the hell is it going?

                            FLIGHT OFFICER SPRADLING
                   Looks like it‟s heading back to the transport.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR – NEAR CAFETERIA

Lt. Avery is listening to the captain and the “Sak” team dropship pilot.

                               CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                      (from Lt. Avery‟s headset)
                   Holy shit, now what the hell‟s going on.

Lt. Avery and his team are waiting for the captain‟s next order. It finally comes.




                               CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                        (from Lt. Avery‟s headset, hesitantly)
                   Okay lieutenant, uh . . . . . proceed into the cafeteria.
                   I‟ll follow with the rest of the “Hak” team. Move
                   out.

The “Sak” team darts through the doorway one at a time, the lieutenant going in last.

INT. OIL EXTRACTION COMPLEX – CAFETERIA
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The “Sak” team pours into the cafeteria and spreads out along the nearest wall, facing the
opposite end of the room. The room looks empty. Suddenly it comes to life as people
appear from behind booths, counters, carts, the kitchen area and several adjacent
entryways. The whole forty members of the plant operation group are confronting the
seven “Sak” team members. All of the convicts are wielding some sort of club or other
primitive type of weapon. It becomes a standoff for the first few moments, then…….

                                LIEUTENANT AVERY
                     (to the group of convicts)
                   Who‟s in charge here?

A large male convict standing in the middle of the group steps forward.

                                      CONVICT #1
                   I am.

Lt. Avery looks at one of his soldiers and nods his head. The private fires at the convict
leader. The round hits the convict in the chest. It is a flash-bang round that begins by
exploding into a couple of dozen smaller explosions that sting the convict all over his
body, then releases a gaseous chemical that renders the convict both nauseous and faint.
At first the convict jumps around, slapping himself as if being stung by bees, then he
drops to the floor, grunting, coughing, and dry heaving. Finally, he passes out.

                                 LIEUTENANT AVERY
                   Wrong. I‟m in charge. Now I‟d suggest that the
                   rest of you drop your weapons and give up.

Another convict steps forward.

                                     CONVICT #2
                   You just caught him off guard. We‟re ready for you
                   now, and you‟re outnumbered by more than five to
                   one. There‟s no way you can get us all.

                                  LIEUTENANT AVERY
                       (to the private standing nearest him)
                   If he takes one more step, drop him.

The private aims his weapon at the convict. The convict freezes.

                                   LIEUTENANT AVERY
                        (to the convict)
                   Well now that‟s where you‟re wrong, pal. We can
                   fill this whole room with gas if we need to.

                                     CONVICT #2
                   Yeah, right. What about yourself?
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                              LIEUTENANT AVERY
                  Activate. Mask.

A shield/mask raises up from underneath Lt. Avery‟s body armor just below his chin.

                                LIEUTENANT AVERY
                  And if that doesn‟t convince you, then I should
                  warn you that we also have a backup team present.
                  With lethal weapons. So, if you do resist, and you
                  HURT any of us…….we KILL you. Understand?

                                    CONVICT #2
                  What other team? I don‟t see anybody else? I think
                  you‟re feeding me a load of Bullshi . . . . .

Suddenly a scream. A convict standing in one of the corners of the room looks at his
shoulder in horror. He is being weighted down by something. It is barely visible as that
of another human‟s hand. The only portions of the hand that are visible are those covered
with a thin layer of blood. As the terror-stricken convict looks beyond his own shoulder
he sees another blood-covered hand directly behind him clutching something at
approximately the same height of an average human‟s chest. Then another blood curdling
yell, and out from behind the hand that is holding the invisible chest emerges a baby
ALIEN. The invisible body drops to the floor. Several more screams erupt throughout
the room as other members of the invisible “Hak” team begin to feel the effects of baby
aliens clawing and chewing their way to freedom from their human incubators. The
lieutenant hears his commander‟s voice, briefly.

                             CAPTAIN METCALF (V.O.)
                     (from Avery‟s headset, screaming)
                  Avery, take over the squad and . . . . . Ahhhhhhh.

                                LIEUTENANT AVERY
                  What‟s that, captain? I didn‟t copy.
                     (waiting briefly for a response)
                  Repeat transmission, please.

                           LIEUTENANT AVERY (Cont‟d)
                     (then tapping his headset)
                  Captain?

Lt. Avery‟s chest convulses involuntarily. He looks down at it in shock. Then he
wretches once again, his eyes roll back in his head, and he drops to the floor. As the
lieutenant lies dead on the floor, on his back, the baby alien inside him pops out of his
chest. The convicts look on in stunned silence as thirteen U/G soldiers, some visible and
some invisible, die right before their eyes. Finally, Convict #2 comes to his senses.

                                    CONVICT #2
                      (waving toward the exit doors)
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                   Beat it! Scatter!

The convicts, all except the stunned leader, vacate the room, running in all directions.

EXT. O. E. PLANET - JUST ABOVE THE SURFACE - DAY

The “Hak” team dropship is gliding above the planet‟s surface in the opposite direction
from which it had originally come. It noses up and climbs into the cloud cover.

EXT. SPACE – IN ORBIT AROUND THE OIL EXTRACTION PLANET

The “Hak” team dropship reappears from the top of the wall of clouds above the planet‟s
surface. It clears the planet‟s atmosphere and continues its ascent toward the
“Scharnhorst”. The door to the transport‟s dropship bay opens up as the dropship
approaches it and prepares to dock. The camera angle moves from the underbelly of the
“Scharnhorst” to it‟s near side, and then over the top of the behemoth spaceship. Directly
behind the “Scharnhorst” is the “Dreadnought,” cruising along beside it.

INT. “SCHARNHORST / ITC-42” – DROPSHIP BAY

F/O Parrish emerges from the “Hak” team dropship and walks across the dropship bay.
Sgt. Wells follows a few steps behind. Halfway across the bay F/O Parrish stops and
stares up at something parked in front of him. It is the U/G “Grim Reapers” (Newt‟s
squad) new dropship. Wells practically runs into the back of Parrish before stopping and
looking up at the aircraft also.

                                   SERGEANT WELLS
                   What‟s that?

                             FLIGHT OFFICER PARRISH
                   Looks like one of the new dropships.

                                 SERGEANT WELLS
                   No, I mean, what‟s it doing here?

                               FLIGHT OFFICER PARRISH
                   How should I know?
                       (then commenting on the motto painted on
                       the nose of the drop-ship)
                   Isn‟t that suppose to be “take names?”

                                   SERGEANT WELLS
                   What?

                             FLIGHT OFFICER PARRISH
                   Take names. That‟s suppose to say “Kick ass and
                   take names,” isn‟t it?
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An unseen voice is heard in front of the two “Hellcats” soldiers.

                             SERGEANT VASQUEZ (V.O.)
                   No.

Privates Rykov and MacRae raise up from behind a supply crate, pulse rifles at the ready.

                                  PRIVATE RYKOV
                   Yeah, we don‟t give a rat‟s ass about names.

Now Sgt. Vasquez steps out from behind the “Grim Reapers” drop-ship with a pulse rifle
pointed directly at the “Hellcats” pilot.

                                 SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                   All we‟re interested in is the body count.

The rest of the “Hak” team appears from behind their dropship, armed and ready. Then
Cpt. Hernstrom steps up beside Sgt. Vasquez.

                                 CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                   Sergeant Wells. Flight Officer Parrish. You‟re
                   under arrest.

                               SERGEANT WELLS
                   What for? What‟s the charge?

                                CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                   I have no idea, and to tell you the truth, I don‟t
                   really care. All I know is that we received a
                   transmission while we were in route, ordering us to
                   round you two up and put you on ice. So there it is.

The two “Hellcats” soldiers look at each other, then F/O Parrish pulls his pistol while Sgt.
Wells turns and runs toward his own dropship. Sgt. Vasquez fires a short, well-aimed
burst at Parrish. He is dead before he hits the floor.

As Sgt. Wells rounds the corner of a maintenance cart sitting near the door to his
dropship, he is confronted by Cpl. (Newt) Hicks and Pvt. Mann, coming from the other
direction. Wells draws his pistol, but then he sees that Hicks‟ own pistol is already drawn
and aimed right at him. The sergeant glances behind himself, only to see a couple of
other “Sak” team members positioned to his rear. He looks back at Hicks and Mann.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   You‟re running out of options there, sergeant. I
                   think you better drop it.

                                 SERGEANT WELLS
                   Oh, really. You think so?
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Before anyone else can react, Wells puts his pistol to his own temple and pulls the trigger.
Blood, brains, and pieces of his skull explode out the other side of his head. Corporal
(Newt) Hicks and Private Mann look on in disbelief.

Corporal (Newt) Hicks and Private Mann walk over to where Captain Hernstrom is
conferring with Lieutenant MacLeod. As the soldiers approach the two officers, the
captain stops his conversation with the lieutenant and looks at Newt.

                              CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                   What happened? You have to take HIM down, too?

Newt; looking a bit confused, just shakes her head “No.”

                              CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                   What do you mean? I heard a shot.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   He took himself out.

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Jesus. What‟d they do that was so bad that he‟d
                   rather off himself than face the consequences?

                                CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                   I don‟t know.
                       (pointing downward)
                   Maybe the answer‟s down there.
                       (then heading for the dropship)
                   We‟ll soon find out.

Sergeant Vasquez turns to the rest of the “Grim Reapers” squad.

                               SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                   Squad. Saddle up.

Zavala and Benny walk over to MacLeod, who is standing over the dead dropship pilot.

                                 PRIVATE ZAVALA
                   So now what are we doing?

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   We‟re continuing with the mission.

                                   PRIVATE ZAVALA
                   Which is?

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
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                  Well first, we drop to the planet‟s surface, enter the
                  complex, and assess the situation.

                                  PRIVATE ZAVALA
                  Are you shitting me? That‟s our mission?

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                     (doing his best “Burt Lancaster)
                  Do they wish us to subdue these mutinous
                  malcontents, or merely observe their natural
                  habitat?

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  That‟s just the initial phase. Once we‟ve
                  determined what we‟re up against our objective will
                  be to convince those responsible for this unrest, in
                  as peaceful a manner as possible, to surrender.

                                PRIVATE ZAVALA
                  Why don‟t we just bust their chops?

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  Well, I guess that‟s one alternative.
                    (then turning and heading for the dropship)
                  Come on, you heard the sergeant, let‟s go.




INT. “GRIM REAPERS” DROPSHIP–“SAK” TEAM PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

The “Sak” team are filing into the personnel compartment of the dropship, stowing extra
gear, and settling into their seats. Benny plops down beside Zavala just as Zavala pulls
out a small olive drab colored pack of chewing gum, unwraps and pops it into his mouth.

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                  Hey, could you spare one of those, old buddy.

Zavala pulls out another stick and hands it to Benny, who just holds and observes it.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                     (as Chief, from “OFOTCN”)
                  Ah, Juicy Fruit.

                               PRIVATE ZAVALA
                    (looking over at Benny‟s piece of gum)
                  What?
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                     (then up at Benny)
                  No, it‟s my-gum.

                                 PRIVATE BENNY
                    (jokingly, holding it away from Zavala)
                  Well it‟s my gum now. You gave it to me.

                                 PRIVATE ZAVALA
                  No, my-gum. Military Issue.
                     (then pointing at the pack of gum)
                  See.

Benny just looks at the pack of gum and shrugs, then turns to see what the soldier on the
other side of him is doing while he unwraps his own gum and puts it in his mouth. While
the rest of the “Sak” team are strapping themselves in, Lt. MacLeod and Cpl. “Newt”
Hicks are walking up and down the aisle appraising their progress.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  Let‟s go people, we‟re on a schedule here.

                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  You heard the lieutenant. Get ready to drop.

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                     (ala “Betty Davis”)
                  Fasten your seat belts, it‟s gonna be a bumpy ride.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  Benny, I need someone in the nose turret.

                         LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (Cont‟d)
                     (nodding toward the front of the drop-ship)
                  Get going.
                     (then turning to Yamanouchi)
                  Yam, take the dorsal.

                              PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                     (As she heads toward the rear of the drop-
                     ship, then opens a hatch on the right side)
                  Right.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” DROPSHIP – “SAK” TEAM NOSE TURRET

A hatch opens up and Benny walks in and sits in the gunner‟s seat. He looks up at the
glass canopy above him, then hits a couple of buttons which shut the hatch behind him
and cause restraints to wrap around each leg, arm, his waist and torso.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” DROPSHIP – “SAK” TEAM DORSAL TURRET
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A hatch opens up and Yamanouchi walks in and sits in the gunner‟s seat. She looks out
into the dropship bay from her glass canopy. She hits a couple of buttons which shut the
hatch to her left and cause restraints to wrap around each leg, arm, her waist and torso.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” DROPSHIP–“HAK” TEAM PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

The “Hak” team personnel compartment of the dropship is a duplicate of the “Sak” team,
except the hatch to the dorsal turret is on the left side of the compartment instead of the
right side. As the “Hak” team prepares to drop Cpt. Hernstrom calls the lieutenant.

                               CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                     (into his headset)
                   MacLeod. What‟s your status?

                           LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O.)
                       (from Cpt. Hernstrom‟s headset)
                   P.F.A., Captain. Ready when you are.

                                 CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                       (into his headset again)
                   Pilots? Status?

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” DROPSHIP – “SAK” TEAM PILOT‟S COCKPIT

                              FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                      (into her headset)
                   Systems are go.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” DROPSHIP – “HAK” TEAM PILOT‟S COCKPIT

                              FLIGHT OFFICER VANCE
                     (into his headset)
                   Awaiting your order.

                            CAPTAIN HERNSTROM (V.O.)
                      (from Vance‟s headset)
                   Okay, let‟s do it.

EXT. SPACE – IN ORBIT AROUND THE OIL EXTRACTION PLANET

The “Scharnhorst” and “Dreadnought” continue to orbit the oil extraction planet. The
door to the “Scharnhorst” drop-ship bay, underneath the transport, opens up. The “Grim
Reapers” drop-ship falls out and descends toward the planet, rotating like a slow spinning
top. The dropship hits the planet‟s atmosphere then disappears into the heavy, solid wall
of clouds above the planet‟s surface.

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The dropship breaks out from under the cloud cover and levels off a couple of hundred
feet above the ground, then streaks along the planet‟s surface, it‟s rotation stops with the
dorsal fins sticking out horizontally on each side of the vessel. It continues along in this
manner for a few seconds, then suddenly the two halves of the dropship separate and the
forward half shoots out in front of the rear half a couple of hundred yards. As the two
dropships continue forward, they both do a half-roll which places their dorsal turrets and
fins on the top of the ships. The internal gyros of the pilot‟s cockpit and both of the gun
turrets rotate to put them in the upright position.

The “Sak” team dropship flashes by.

The “Hak” team drop-ship streaks by a couple of seconds later.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “HAK” TEAM DROPSHIP - PERSONNEL
COMPARTMENT

Hernstrom and Vasquez are studying the blueprint of the oil extraction complex.

                                 CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                       (into his headset, as he points to the far left
                       side of the complex)
                   Okay lieutenant, I have no idea where the other
                   squad is located, but we‟re going to be coming into
                   the area here at the shale receiving and milling unit,
                   where the conveyors converge.


INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP - PERSONNEL
COMPARTMENT

MacLeod and Hicks are studying the same blueprint. The lieutenant is following the path
across the map with his index finger as he listens to the captain‟s instructions.

                             CAPTAIN HERNSTROM (V.O.)
                       (through MacLeod‟s headset)
                   We‟ll just continue through the complex, across the
                   refinery, the power station, the housing, utility and
                   maintenance area, then docking and storage bays on
                   the far end. Hopefully, we‟ll run across something;
                   or someone, before that. If we don‟t, we‟ll jump off
                   there and work our way back through the complex
                   in the opposite direction. Any questions?

Lieutenant MacLeod looks at Newt. She shakes her head slightly from side to side. The
lieutenant returns his attention to the map as he responds to the captain.

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
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                      (into his headset)
                   Negative.

The “Sak” team dropship continues on its course. Zoom in on Benny in the nose turret.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP – NOSE TURRET

Benny pushes a button on the controller on his forearm. An L.E.D. displays
“Communications-Audio” along with the messages “Transmitter-On” and “Receiver-
On.” He hits another button, which changes the message to “Transmitter-Off.” Next, he
hits a button on the console, which causes the canopy to slide back. Then he pushes a
couple of other buttons, which release all of his restraints except the ones around his legs.
He forces himself to stand up and lean into the onrushing wind.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                      (throwing up both arms and yelling)
                   I‟m king of the world! W-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

The “Sak” team dropship pilot can‟t help but notice the strange antics of Private Benny.

                               FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                   What the . . . . . ?




INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP – DORSAL TURRET

Private Yamanouchi reaches down and pushes a button on the controller on her forearm.
An L.E.D. displays the information “Communications-Audio” along with the messages
“Transmitter-On” and “Receiver-On.” She hits another button, which changes the
message to “Transmitter-On/Closed Circuit,” and the name “MacLeod.”

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP–PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

MacLeod and Hicks are busy familiarizing themselves with the oil extraction complex.

                            PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI (V.O.)
                       (from MacLeod‟s headset, softly)
                   L. T.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                     (into his headset)
                   What is it?

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP – DORSAL TURRET
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                     PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   Uhm . . . . . citizen FLAKE is at it again.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP – PERSONNEL
COMPARTMENT

MacLeod shifts his gaze above the blueprint to the personal monitors lining the top of the
(dropship) bulkhead as he focuses specifically on the monitors of the dropship pilot and
Private Yamanouchi. He views the back of Private Benny, standing up in the nose turret.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Benny.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP – NOSE TURRET

Benny sits back down and pushes a button on the controller on his forearm that switches
the L.E.D. display so it reads “Transmitter-On” once again.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                      (into his headset, surprised)
                   Lieutenant?

                           LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O.)
                      (from Private Benny‟s headset)
                   Can it.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                      (into his headset, meekly)
                   Aye, sir.

Benny closes the canopy, then he re-engages the rest of his body restraints.

EXT. O. E. PLANET - JUST ABOVE THE SURFACE - DAY

The dropships continue toward the O. E. complex, the “Hak” ship dropping farther
behind the “Sak” ship. The complex can be seen in front of them, in the distance.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “HAK” TEAM DROPSHIP - PERSONNEL
COMPARTMENT

At the electronic map, the captain unhooks his safety harness and gets up.

                               CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                      (to Vasquez as he heads toward the rear)
                   I‟m going up to visit Qian. I‟ll be back in minute.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – SHALE RECEIVING AND MILLING UNIT - DAY
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The “Sak” team dropship enters the mill unit of the O. E. complex and flies between the
mass of conveyors, storage tanks, towers, vessels, and pipe racks. A couple of seconds
later the “Hak” team dropship follows.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

The “Sak” team dropship pilot weaves her way through the complex, passing through the
refinery unit and heading into the power plant area. Something streaks by the cockpit.
Flight Officer Mbilini barely catches it out of the corner of her eye, enough to cause her to
flinch and jerk the dropship to one side slightly.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS” “SAK” TEAM DROPSHIP – NOSE TURRET

Private Benny reacts to the sudden, slight change in direction.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                      (ala “Harold and Maude”)
                   Ah, power steering.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                     (into his headset, to Mbilini)
                   What was that?

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

                               FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                       (into her headset)
                   I don‟t know sir. Something just flew by, then it
                   was gone. I didn‟t get a good look at it.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – DORSAL TURRET

                         LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O.)
                     (from Private Yamanouchi‟s headset)
                   Yamanouchi, you see anything?

                               PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                      (looking all around outside the dropship)
                   No sir. I was checking my gear. Sorry.

                          LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O.)
                      (from Private Yamanouchi‟s headset)
                   Okay, well keep your eyes peeled.

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The “Hak” team dropship enters the refinery unit of the O. E. complex. The “Sak” team
dropship can be seen briefly up ahead as it enters the power plant area then disappears.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – HOUSING, UTILITY, AND MAINTENANCE AREA - DAY

The “Sak” team dropship flies over the landing area just outside of Access Bay 17. The
“Hellcats” squad “Sak” team dropship can be seen parked below them.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

MacLeod looks up at Mbilini‟s monitor and sees the “Hellcats” dropship.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   What‟s that?

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Looks like the other “Hellcats” dropship.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                     (into his headset)
                   Mbilini, you see anybody down there?



INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

                              FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                      (into her headset)
                   Unt-uh. You want to take a closer look?

She rolls the dropship to one side slightly in anticipation of a positive response.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

The lieutenant considers investigating the “Hellcats” dropship, then decides against it.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                      (into his headset)
                   No, let‟s keep going.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

                               FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                      (into her headset)
                   You got it.

She rolls the dropship back into the upright position.
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EXT. O. E. PLANET – HOUSING, UTILITY, AND MAINTENANCE AREA - DAY

The “Sak” team dropship passes over the “Hellcats” dropship and continues forward.

INT. “HELLCATS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

From the cockpit of the “Hellcats” dropship, the back of the “Sak” team dropship can be
seen behind it, flying away toward the docking and storage area. F/O Spradling sits
lifeless, in her pilot‟s seat. Her chest looks as though it has exploded.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – REFINERY UNIT - DAY

The “Hak” team dropship is about to enter the power plant area.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS HAK TEAM” DROPSHIP - PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

The hatch to the dorsal turret drops open and Cpt. Hernstrom climbs down. Once the
captain is standing in the personnel compartment, he looks back up into the dorsal turret.

                               CAPTAIN HERNSTROM
                   Okay, keep a sharp eye out. If you see anything,
                   and I mean anything, get on the horn.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS HAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – DORSAL TURRET

                                  PRIVATE QIAN
                      (looking down at Hernstrom)
                   Aye, captain.

Qian then closes the hatch below him. While Qian watches the hatch close, he catches a
glimpse of something outside of his canopy. A dark object; coming from the left side of
the drop-ship, flies toward the aircraft at such a speed that it appears as a mere blur.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS HAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

F/O Vance gets an even shorter glimpse of the dark object streaking toward his drop-ship,
as it is coming toward the ship from the left side and slightly behind the pilot‟s cockpit. It
slams into the drop-ship just below his canopy.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – REFINERY UNIT - DAY

The “Hak” team drop-ship dives toward the ground less than a hundred feet below it.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS HAK TEAM” DROPSHIP - PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

The personnel compartment pitches forward at a steep angle. Most of the soldiers are
strapped in their seats, but it sends several loose objects hurling toward the front of the
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dropship. This includes Cpt. Hernstrom, whose body flies down the aisle at breakneck
speed. When it hits the front bulkhead his neck snaps, and Hernstrom dies instantly.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS HAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

Vance grabs the flight control with both hands and pulls back on it with all his strength.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – REFINERY UNIT - DAY

The “Hak” team drop-ship noses back up just enough to keep from burying itself into the
planet‟s surface. It hits the ground at a glancing angle and begins to slide between a pair
of parallel pipe racks, then slams into a large pump. As the dust settles, the drop-ship
appears to still be intact, with the exception of the nose turret.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – DOCKING AND STORAGE AREA - DAY

The “Sak” team drop-ship flies over the huge supply and storage structure.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

MacLeod and Hicks are watching the area below them from the drop-ship‟s external
monitor. There is an access bay door connected to the supply and storage structure,
marked “Access Bay 24.” As the two soldiers continue to watch the door, it begins to

CONTINUED

open. A human darts out of the building, followed by a huge black alien hand that
reaches out and grabs him around the neck, then drags him back into the building.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   What the hell was that?

                               CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   I think that was a plant worker that ran out first.
                   But the other . . . . . I don‟t know.

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Well we better find out.
                     (into his headset)
                   Mbilini, set her down here.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

F/O Mbilini swings the drop-ship around and back toward the OPEN access bay door.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – DOCKING AND STORAGE AREA - DAY
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The “Sak” team drop-ship lands near access bay door number 24. The “Sak” team (with
weapons drawn) immediately files out and effects a combat dispersal, then begins
working its way toward the access bay door. Private Mann is the first one to reach the
entrance. He scoots through the open door and disappears into the building. The rest of
the “Sak” team follows him in. Lieutenant MacLeod is the last one through the door.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR NEAR ACCESS BAY 24

MacLeod looks down the long, wide corridor toward the other end. The only other living
things that he sees are his “Sak” team. Zavala and Yamanouchi are standing on one side
of the corridor. Benny and Lightfoot are doing the same thing on the other side. Mann is
standing guard over something lying in the middle of the corridor several yards beyond
the rest of the squad while Newt bends down and inspects it. The lieutenant walks over
to see what the object is. When MacLeod reaches the two soldiers Newt stands back up,
revealing the object to the lieutenant. It is a butchered and bloodied corpse.

                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  The body‟s still warm.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  Then chances are whoever, or whatever, did this is
                  still around. Close.

                                 PRIVATE BENNY
                  Makes sense to me.

                             PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                  What‟s our next move?

                            LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  We continue the search.

                               PRIVATE LIGHTFOOT
                  Search for what?

                                 LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  The workers, the other squad, whoever did . . . . .
                        (as his head swings back toward the access
                        door, his gaze fixes on the “Sak” team
                        dropship parked outside)
                  . . . . . where the hell‟s the “Hak” team? They
                  should have been here by now.

                                PRIVATE ZAVALA
                  Maybe they stopped at bay 17.

                                  PRIVATE MANN
                  No, they would have continued to follow us.
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                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Or radioed if they were doing otherwise.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  Well, either way, we‟ve got to keep moving. We‟re
                  not doing any good just standing here.
                      (then into his headset)
                  Mbilini.

                             FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI (V.O.)
                         (from MacLeod‟s headset)
                  Sir.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                     (into his headset)
                  Any sign of the other ship?




INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

                             FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                     (looking around, then into her headset)
                  That‟s a negative, sir.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR NEAR ACCESS BAY 24

MacLeod stands in the middle of the corridor, looking helpless. Finally, he acts.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                      (into his headset)
                  Okay Mbilini, we‟re going to start our search from
                  here, working our way back through the building
                  complex toward the plant on the other side.
                  Meanwhile, I want you to retrace your path back
                  through the facility and locate the rest of the squad,
                  then contact me with a status just as soon as you‟ve
                  found them. Copy that?

                         FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI (V.O.)
                     (from MacLeod‟s headset)
                  On my way.

MacLeod and the rest of the “Sak” team watch as their dropship takes off and disappears.
Then the lieutenant turns and looks down the long corridor.
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                                 LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                       (pointing down the corridor)
                   All right, let‟s move out. Lightfoot, take point.

Lightfoot jogs a few paces in front of the others, then settles into his normal pace while
looking, listening, and smelling in every direction. As the rest of the team moves out
behind him, Benny and Yamanouchi stop at the unfortunate plant worker.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                       (ala “Dances With Wolves)
                   Somebody back home is saying “Why don‟t he
                   write?”

                                PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   Christ Benny, have a little compassion. He may
                   have been a convict, but he had family somewhere.
                   Brothers, sisters…….maybe even a wife. He was
                   somebody‟s son at least, that‟s for damn sure.


                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                      (ala Michael Caine in “Zulu”)
                   Well I rather fancy that he‟s nobody‟s son and heir
                   now.

                              PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   You vulgar, insensitive, gutless wonder.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                   That‟s gutless “Oneader” to you.

                               PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                      (as she turns and walks away)
                   God, you just don‟t quit, do you?

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR BETWEEN ACCESS BAY 24 AND
CAFETERIA

The “Sak” team continues to work its way down the long, crate-filled corridor. Pvt.
Lightfoot, thirty feet in front of the others, arrives at an intersection with another corridor
running perpendicular to the one the squad is traversing. He steps into the middle of the
intersection, stops, looks to his right briefly, then turns to his left, and looks down the
intersecting corridor. He stands motionless. The rest of the team halts also. They wait in
uncertain anticipation. Then it happens. Lightfoot leaps and rolls to his right as a large
dark object comes flying into the intersection from behind him and passes right through
where he had been standing. Before the object has completed its pass through the
intersection, Lightfoot is already recovered from his evasive maneuver and is squatting
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down on one knee with his weapon aimed at the attacker. It‟s an adult alien, only this one
has large bat-like wings on its back. He fires the weapon at it. A tazer-net flies across the
intersection and wraps around the winged creature, causing it to fold up and roll down the
corridor a few more feet. No sooner has the creature hit the floor though, than it begins to
recover also. As the ineffective tazer charges continue to spark all around its body, the
beast makes short work of the netting with its claws and teeth, tearing it to pieces.

                                 PRIVATE LIGHTFOOT
                   Yeah, that slowed it down.

Pvt. Benny goes into action, running a few feet to the middle of the intersection.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                       (as he stops between Lightfoot and the alien)
                   I got him.

Pvt. Benny squares up and stands as tall and erect as his body will allow, then raises his
weapon and points it at the creature. The private‟s gun is a “sticky-goop sprayer,” and
Benny has chosen this instance to hold the bulky weapon out in front of himself like a
pistol. The alien cocks its head in a quizzical manner.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                      (doing his best Clint Eastwood)
                   Go ahead. Make my diurnal anomaly.

Benny and the alien face off against each other like a pair of old west gunfighters. Then,
the alien leans forward as if preparing to attack. Benny pulls the trigger on his weapon.
A long, thin line of whitish foam hits the alien in the chest. Then the private begins
rotating the gun slightly, causing the “goop” to cover other parts of the monster‟s body.
Eventually the whole creature is covered with the sticky substance. The alien continues
moving ever more slowly as the translucent substance begins to harden. Finally the
alien‟s movement stops. It lets out a single, muffled squeal. Benny answers.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                      (like Robert DeNiro)
                   You talkin‟ to me? Are you talkin‟ to me?

Benny looks back at the rest of the squad, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                      (to Benny, dryly)
                   Very impressive, Private.
                      (then to Lightfoot, concerned)
                   Lightfoot. You okay?

Lightfoot just gives a U/G arm signal while looking for other creatures.

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                     (as he walks toward the alien)
                  Sheesh, what the hell is that thing?

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  I don‟t know, but we‟ve got to continue our sweep
                  of the complex, so let‟s get going.

                            CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  I know what it is. Lieutenant, we need to talk. The
                  presence of this creature changes the whole mission.

                            LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  What do you mean?

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  I mean that this is no longer a mission to suppress a
                  group of unruly plant operators. These things are
                  merciless killers, and we don‟t have the slightest

                        CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS (Cont‟d)
                  idea how many of them we may be dealing with.
                  As of now, this is an extraction mission.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  Well that may be true, but we still haven‟t located
                  the convicts. And we can‟t extract them if we don‟t
                  know where they are, now can we?

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                  Fuck the convicts, I‟m talking about OUR
                  extraction! We‟ve got to bail on this one lieutenant;
                  right now, before we‟re in over our heads! Believe
                  me, I know what I‟m talking about here.

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  That may be true also, but right at the moment;
                  unfortunately, we‟re probably just as close to where
                  we‟re going as we are from where we started. And
                  we know the drop-ship isn‟t there anymore, so we
                  still have to keep moving forward. Okay corporal?

While the lieutenant and the corporal are talking, Zavala creeps over and begins looking
at the alien. Since the alien was in a crouched position when encased, its head is only
slightly higher than Zavala‟s. Zavala stops and raises up on his tiptoes to look at the
creature‟s face. The jaws of the beast thrust forward, smashing through the layer of
hardened sticky-goop and into the throat of Zavala. Reflexively, the private reaches up
and grabs his own neck. Yamanouchi notices the backside of the struggling Zavala, and
assumes that he is engaged in some sort of Benny-like antics. She taps Benny on the arm.
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                             PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   Hey Benny, someone‟s cutting in on your act.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                   What are you talking about?

                                 PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                       (pointing at Zavala)
                   Isn‟t that the choking thing you‟re always doing, the
                   one by that twentieth century thespian, Shandler, or
                   Chandler, or whatever his name is?

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                   It‟s Shatner. William Shatner. But why would
                   Zavala . . . . .

Zavala‟s hands fall to his side. The jaws of the alien release their grip on the dead
private, retracting back into its mouth. Zavala drops to the floor. The noise of his lifeless
body hitting the floor gains the attention of all of the other team members. The alien‟s
jaws begin thrusting outward again, breaking off pieces of the crust. As the rest of the
team continues to stare at the beast, Newt rushes over and puts two rounds into the side of
its head. Then she jumps back quickly, avoiding the acid as the alien slumps down in its
shell. Newt looks at the creature intently, then kneels down and puts her hand along the
side of Zavala‟s neck. Once she has confirmed that the private is also dead, she stands up
and returns to the lieutenant.

                               CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   I told you they were nasty.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   I believe you.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   So where do we go from here?

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Same as I said before, only a little faster. Let‟s go.

MacLeod stands in place while the “Sak” team leapfrogs down the corridor.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                     (into his head-set)
                   Mbilini, can you hear me? What‟s your position?

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

Mbilini is slowly navigating her drop-ship back through the O. E. complex.
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                              FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                      (into her headset)
                  According to my G.P.S., and from the looks of
                  things outside, I‟m re-entering the refinery unit.

                          LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O.)
                     (from Mbilini‟s headset)
                  Any sign of the other drop-ship?

                             FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                     (into her headset)
                  Not yet, but I think I . . . . .
                     (hearing a burst of automatic weapons fire)
                  Hold on a second.

                         FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI (Cont‟d)
                     (she spots the other drop-ship below her)
                  There it is!

EXT. O. E. PLANET – REFINERY UNIT - DAY

The “Hak” team dropship lies broken and half buried in the ground.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

                          LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O.)
                    (from Mbilini‟s headset)
                  What‟s the status?

                                FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                       (into her headset)
                  It‟s toast, lieutenant! The drop-ship is scrap-metal!

                         LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O.)
                    (from Mbilini‟s headset)
                  What about survivors?

                                 FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                        (into her headset)
                  I don‟t know, I can‟t see any . . . . .
                        (something below catches her eye)
                  . . . . . wait a minute.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – REFINERY UNIT - DAY

Weapons fire is coming from openings (caused by the crash) in the drop-ship‟s skin. The
firing is directed at a large black object flying over the stricken craft.
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INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PILOT‟S COCKPIT

                                FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                        (into her headset again)
                   There seems to be a fire-fight going on down there
                   at the moment, with some kind of . . . . .

One of the creatures flies across the front of the “Sak” team drop-ship, gaining Mbilini‟s
immediate attention and causing her to stop in mid-sentence. Another flying alien
appears directly in front of her, coming straight toward the ship. She slams the control to
one side, making an evasive maneuver to avoid colliding with it, then quickly pulls the
stick back to keep from rolling the aircraft completely over.


INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR BETWEEN ACCESS BAY 24 AND
CAFETERIA

MacLeod waits for Mbilini‟s transmission, which doesn‟t come. Finally, he speaks.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                     (into his head-set)
                   Mbilini, what‟s going on?

                          FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI (V.O.)
                      (from the lieutenant‟s headset, frantically)
                   Kinda busy right now, Lt. I‟ll get back to you. Out.

The lieutenant ponders this, then looks down the corridor and sees that his team is 50
yards away. He springs forward and jogs down the corridor to catch up with them.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS HAK TEAM” DROPSHIP - PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

The personnel compartment is a shambles. A dim light seeps in from the outside through
several breaks in the dropship‟s hull. In one corner of the compartment lay two bodies,
covered with tarps. Two injured soldiers; Rykov (one arm in a sling) and Qian (a
bandage around his head), lay across the seats on each side of the compartment. Med-
Tech Private Schuck is squatting in the aisle, finishing the bandage she has just applied to
Vance‟s ribcage, while Vasquez and Olayande stand guard at two of the larger holes in
the dropship‟s fuselage. Periodically, one of them will fire at some unseen target.

                                   PRIVATE SCHUCK
                       (standing up, looking at her handy-work)
                   That ought to hold you. I don‟t think any of the ribs
                   are broken, just bruised. Maybe cracked.

                               FLIGHT OFFICER VANCE
                       (looking at the two injured soldiers)
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                   I‟ll be all right, Doc. Go check on the others?

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR – NEAR CAFETERIA

The “Sak” team arrives at a large pair of hinged double-doors in the middle of the far
wall, with a “Cafeteria” sign hanging above it. MacLeod looks at Lightfoot then nods
toward them. Lightfoot crashes through the doors, followed by the rest of the team.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CAFETERIA

As they enter into the cafeteria, the “Sak” team fans out along the near wall. They survey
the room for targets, then begin scanning the carnage that once was the “Hellcats” squad.
MacLeod sees his “Hellcats” squad counterpart; Lieutenant Avery, along with the rest of
his “Sak” team, lying near him. MacLeod sweeps the rest of the room with his eyes,
catching sight of the members of the “Hellcats” squad “Hak” team, who are spread all

CONTINUED

over the cafeteria. Some are completely visible. Some are partially visible (as their Opti-
Camo batteries begin to fade) and their suits hiss and spark slightly. Others are still
“covered,” with only their blood, exposed ribs and internal organs showing. A dead
convict lies in a pool of blood in front of the adjacent wall on the right.

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                   Well that answers one question.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   No, actually it answers two. That thing we killed
                   back in the corridor. As a fetus, it has to incubate
                   inside another living organism.

                                PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   Like what?

                               CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Like a human. Then it‟s self-born by tearing its way
                   out of its host. These soldiers were the hosts, so
                   that‟s how many creatures we have to deal with.
                   We‟re facing a whole squad of these bastards.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                   Gees, could it get any worse?

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   I was up against a whole colony of them once.

                                 PRIVATE LIGHTFOOT
                   Who won?
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                               CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   I guess that depends on how you look at it.
                        (turning and walking toward MacLeod)
                   Lt., about what I said earlier. About the convicts.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   I know, we‟re going to have to leave them.

                               CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   No, I was wrong. I was a little panicked at the time.
                   Look, we still need to get ourselves off of this
                   planet, that‟s pretty obvious. But we have an

                         CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS (Cont‟d)
                   obligation to save these civilians too, if there are
                   any of them still alive. Even if they are convicts.

                                 LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   That may be true, but the squad‟s safety is still my
                   first responsibility. Speaking of which, we still
                   don‟t know what‟s happened to the other team.
                        (then into his headset)
                   Mbilini, you there? Can you talk now? Mbilini?

EXT. O. E. PLANET – REFINERY UNIT - DAY

The “Sak” team drop-ship is parked near the crashed “Hak” team dropship. Vasquez and
Olayande are giving covering fire while Mbilini sprints between the two ships.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CAFETERIA

After realizing that no response from the flight officer is forthcoming.

                                  LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Okay, she said she found the other ship, and they‟re
                   just this side of the refinery unit . . . . .
                         (then pointing toward the opposite wall)
                   . . . . . which would be that direction. So we head
                   that way until we find them.

The team starts across the room. Benny, Yamanouchi, and Mann are almost to the other
side. Lightfoot and MacLeod are in the middle of the room, with Hicks behind them.
Something in the serving area (a microphone) catches her eye, and she stops.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Lieutenant; sir, what about the civilians?
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                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   What about them?

Newt just stares back at the lieutenant as if to say “You know what I‟m referring to.”

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Look, we don‟t know if any of them are still alive.
                   And even if they are, we haven‟t the slightest idea
                   where they‟d be. So if they are, how are we going
                   to find them?

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   We don‟t. We let them find us.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   What are you talking about?

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                       (pointing at the microphone)
                   That microphone is probably connected to the P.A.
                   system. We could send a message all over the
                   complex, telling them where to go to be rescued.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Yeah, that‟s worth a try. Mann, check it out.

Pvt. Mann walks over to the microphone. He looks at the control panel, then hits a
couple of switches. A squelching sound is heard all over the room. Mann grabs a knob
on the panel and turns it a bit. The noise quits. He looks up at the lieutenant.

                                     PRIVATE MANN
                   Okay, it‟s hot.

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Tell them to either head for the drop-ships at the
                   refinery, or come here to the cafeteria.

                                     PRIVATE MANN
                   Right.
                       (picking up the mike and talking into it)
                   Attention, anyone in the complex that can hear me.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – POWER PLANT UNIT

                                 PRIVATE MANN (V.O.)
                      (continuing over the public address system)
                   This is Private Mann of the Universal Guard . . . . .
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INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR BETWEEN ACCESS BAY 24 AND
CAFETERIA

                               PRIVATE MANN (V.O.)
                   A rescue mission is here to help you.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – REFINERY UNIT - DAY

                               PRIVATE MANN (V.O.)
                   Unfortunately we have some problems of our own...



INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR BETWEEN ACCESS BAY 17 AND
CAFETERIA

                                PRIVATE MANN (V.O.)
                   right now, so we will require your assistance in
                   accomplishing our mission. We have……

EXT. O. E. PLANET – DOCKING AND STORAGE AREA - DAY

                                  PRIVATE MANN (V.O.)
                   ...units at both the refinery area and in the cafeteria

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – HOUSING AREA

                                 PRIVATE MANN (V.O.)
                   So please try to make your way to one of these two
                   locations as quickly as possible.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CAFETERIA

                                    PRIVATE MANN
                      (talking into the mike)
                   Thank you.

                             LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Good job. Okay, let‟s go.

As the “Sak” team begins to leave, the doors to their right fly open and a winged alien
bursts through them. The creature travels a few feet into the room, then stops.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                   Well that was quick!

Another alien rushes into the room and stops just behind the first one. Yamanouchi,
Benny, and Mann rush through the doors directly in front of them. Newt, Lightfoot, and
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MacLeod run for the hatch on the wall to their left. Newt reaches the hatch first, and
begins opening it. Lightfoot arrives at the hatch right behind her, followed by MacLeod,
who sends an errant pistol shot in the direction of the monsters. The closest alien lunges
toward the hatch, while the other creature heads for the other group of soldiers.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR BETWEEN ACCESS BAY 17 AND
CAFETERIA

Hicks, Lightfoot, and MacLeod scramble through the hatchway, close and lock it.




INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR BETWEEN POWER PLANT AND CAFETERIA

Yamanouchi, Benny, and Mann are running down the corridor. The alien bursts through
the cafeteria doors and chases the fleeing soldiers. Benny and Yamanouchi run about
fifty yards, then turn a corner in the corridor and disappear. Mann stops, turns, and aims
his weapon at the beast. He fires a high velocity beanbag round at the creature. The alien
jukes to one side and avoids the missile. Mann fires another round. The alien moves to
the other side and avoids it also. The soldier fires one last round directly at the alien‟s
head. Just as it appears that the beanbag will find its mark, the alien‟s jaw springs out and
catches it between his teeth. Mann, too close to the monster now to escape down the
corridor, sees that there is an access hatch along the wall. He drops his weapon and dives
for the hatch as the alien spits the beanbag on the floor and springs toward him. Mann
barely manages to open the door and crawl through it before the beast catches him. The
alien immediately heads down the corridor in pursuit of the other two soldiers.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – MAINTENANCE DUCT ALONGSIDED CORRIDOR

Pvt. Mann catches his breath for a moment, then pulls out his crossbow pistol and heads
down the maintenance duct in the same direction that Benny and Yamanouchi went.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR BETWEEN ACCESS BAY 17 AND
CAFETERIA

Lightfoot, MacLeod, and Hicks are walking toward the open door to access bay 17. All
three soldiers are walking at a brisk pace. Suddenly, Hicks stops.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Lieutenant.

Lightfoot and MacLeod both stop and look back at Newt.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Lieutenant, have you forgotten? We just instructed
                   the workers to make their way to the cafeteria.
                   We‟ve got to go back and secure that room.
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                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                  We will corporal, but not until we get some help.
                    (then into his headset)
                  Mbilini, you hear me?

                         FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI (V.O.)
                     (through the lieutenant‟s headset)
                  I‟m here, go ahead.

                             LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                    (into his headset)
                  What‟s your location now?

INT. “GRIM REAPERS HAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

Mbilini is assisting Schuck, who is bandaging the injured soldiers and a couple of plant
workers who are also in the compartment. Vasquez and Olayande are standing guard.

                              FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                     (into her headset)
                  I‟m in the other dropship.

                                SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                     (into her headset, cutting in)
                  Lieutenant, this is Vasquez. We‟ve got two dead,
                  and three injured, and a couple of plant workers
                  who aren‟t in too good of shape, either.

                         LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O.)
                    (through Vasquez‟s headset)
                  Who are the casualties?

                                SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                     (into her headset)
                  MacRae, she was in the nose when we crashed, and
                  Captain Hernstrom. I‟m in command here now.
                  We‟re preparing to transfer to the other ship.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR TO ACCESS BAY 17

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                      (into his headset)
                  Hold on Vaz. I need you to do something else first.
                  We‟re just inside access bay 17, and we desperately
                  need some firepower over here, ASAP. Send
                  Mbilini over with some REAL weapons, then we‟ll
                  load up and come back over there.
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Pvt. Lightfoot spots the “Hellcats” drop-ship sitting outside.

                                PRIVATE LIGHTFOOT
                   Lieutenant. Look.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Oh, good.
                       (then back into his headset)
                   Look, Vas. The “Hellcats” drop-ship is sitting right
                   outside the door here, and we may need the extra
                   room for the civvies. How‟s Vance?

INT. “GRIM REAPERS HAK TEAM” DROP-SHIP – PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

                                  PRIVATE SCHUCK
                      (into her headset)
                   He‟s one of the injured, lieutenant.

                                FLIGHT OFFICER VANCE
                       (into his headset)
                   I can fly. You want me to come over there too, sir?

                            LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O.)
                       (through Vance‟s headset)
                   If you could, it would be greatly appreciated.

                             FLIGHT OFFICER MBILINI
                     (into her headset)
                   We‟re on our way.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR TO POWER PLANT UNIT

As Benny runs toward the hatch at the far end of the corridor, Yamanouchi turns to
confront their pursuer. The alien rounds the corner. Yamanouchi fires a flash-bang
round that goes off behind the creature. The soldier fires another round that goes off
beside the evasive monster. Yamanouchi fires one more round at the alien that hits the
creature in the chest, but neither the small explosives nor the gas have any effect.

                               PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   Great!

She un-slings her weapon and throws it at the monster, then turns and runs for the hatch
that Benny is attempting to unlock. She gets there just as he throws it open.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – POWER PLANT UNIT
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Both soldiers crawl through the hatch, but the alien has grabbed the door and they can‟t
close it. After a brief struggle, the hatch flies open, throwing the two soldiers back onto
the floor. They get up immediately and run another twenty yards, then turn around.
Benny raises his weapon and points it toward the door. The alien steps through and into
the power plant area. Benny fires his sticky-goop sprayer, but the creature leaps up and
lands on a platform twenty feet above the floor before the spray encases it. Benny un-
slings the sticky-goop sprayer and drops it on the floor and the two of them turn and run.
They climb up an open metal stairway that runs beside the coal-fuel conveyor system.




INT. POWER PLANT UNIT – COAL CONVEYOR AREA – UPPER LEVEL

Benny and Yamanouchi continue up several flights until they find themselves at a dead-
end, standing near a large coal hopper. They look around, searching for the creature.

                               PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   I don‟t know, you think we lost him?

                                     PRIVATE BENNY
                       (ala Paul Newman in “Butch Cassidy”)
                   I will if you will.

Two gang boxes on rollers (sitting on the opposite side of the soldiers from the hopper)
begin to move away from each other. The alien appears between the two gang boxes and
slowly moves toward its prey. Benny and Yamanouchi back up at the same speed. They
back onto the chute of the coal hopper and into a wall on the other side.

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                      (looking around, then gazing upward)
                   Beam us up, Scotty!

                             PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   Are you FUCKING nuts?!? This is no joke!

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                      (spying the hopper lever, then pulling it)
                   Okay, beam us down!

The chute beneath them opens like a trapdoor and they disappear through it.

INT. POWER PLANT UNIT – COAL CONVEYOR AREA – LOWER LEVEL

The two soldiers tumble down a sloped coal conveyor. When they get to the bottom they
drop onto a level conveyor, then fall off of it, hitting the grate floor. They lie there
briefly, right beside a large empty coal car with (open) hinged lids. They pick themselves
up and check themselves for broken bones. Finally, Benny looks at Yamanouchi.
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                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                   Well, that wasn‟t so bad.

Yamanouchi looks at Benny as if he were crazy. A shadow falls over them, then the alien
floats down in front of them. Once it touches down, its wings fold up. Benny is standing
between Yamanouchi and the conveyor belt, frozen in his tracks. Yamanouchi considers
her escape route opposite Benny. She takes a step in that direction, but is cut off by the
alien. She slowly steps back to her original position.

                              PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                       (whispering)
                   Shit!

Footsteps are heard to the soldiers‟ right. The alien‟s head turns in that direction. The
heads of the two soldiers slowly follow. Private Mann steps out from behind a generator,
the crossbow pistol in his hand. Mann sizes up the situation, then he quickly raises his
crossbow-pistol and hits the load button with his thumb. The pistol cycles through and
loads the round he has chosen. The alien turns back to it‟s waiting victims. Mann pulls
the trigger and sends the lethal dart toward its target. It hits with a muffled thump and
buries itself in the alien‟s chest. The alien turns its head toward Mann, then back toward
the other two soldiers again. Its mouth slowly opens into an enormous grin.

                                PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   I don‟t believe this. It‟s teasing us.

                                     PRIVATE BENNY
                   No it‟s not. It‟s stoned.
                      (turning to Private Mann, frantically)
                   Spider, that‟s the tranquilizer!

Private Mann looks down at his weapon as if he has never seen it before.

                              PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                   Hit him again!

Mann finally recognizes his mistake, cycles another round through his weapon and sends
another dart whistling toward the smiling alien. Benny and Yamanouchi turn around and
dive into the coal car to their rear, pulling the lids down behind them as they drop into it.
Mann dives back behind the generator. The creature just stands there grinning. Then it
EXPLODES, sending acid-blood and pieces-parts in all directions. As the alien‟s blood
works its way into the coal car a thick acrid smoke boils up. The lids of the coal car fly
open and the two soldiers crawl out, choking and coughing, then stand up. Yamanouchi
looks at what is left of the alien (melting through the grate floor) then walks toward
Mann. Benny just stands there, staring at the alien body. Mann steps out from behind the
generator. As Yamanouchi walks toward Mann, she raises her arm in preparation of
performing the U/G salute. Mann brings his arm up slowly.
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                             PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                     (As she slaps her forearm against Mann‟s)
                  Ugh.

Benny adds his own convoluted exclamation.

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                     (as he looks at the alien remains)
                  Uggamugga.

Benny walks over to where the other two soldiers are standing, checking their gear.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                  Now what?

                                    PRIVATE MANN
                  Are you hurt?

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                  No.

                                   PRIVATE MANN
                     (as he turns to walk away)
                  Then we get the hell out of here.

                             PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                    (as she turns and follows Pvt. Mann)
                  Where to?

                                    PRIVATE MANN
                      (as he continues to walk)
                  My guess is we‟re closer now to the “Hak” ship in
                  the refinery than the rest of our team back there. So
                  we head that direction and hope we get lucky.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                  Wait a minute. You don‟t know that for sure, and
                  you‟re not in charge here. We‟re all privates, so it‟s
                  a democracy now. I say we discuss the situation,
                  then take a vote.

                              PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                     (as they turn a corner and disappear)
                  Do what you want, Jack.

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                  Hey, it was only a suggestion. I‟m just saying . . . . .
                     (then taking off after the other two soldiers)
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                   . . . . . Spider . . . . . Yam, wait up.

INT. O. E. COMPLEX – CORRIDOR TO ACCESS BAY 17

Lightfoot is waiting just inside the door to access bay 17. MacLeod is doing the same in
the middle of the intersection with the other corridor that runs perpendicular to it. Newt
stands halfway between the intersection and the hatchway to the cafeteria. Lightfoot

CONTINUED

periodically pokes his head out the doorway and searches the sky for the dropship. Newt
continues listening for sounds from the cafeteria. MacLeod suddenly realizes something.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                       (to Lightfoot)
                   Maybe you‟d better close the door for now. Some
                   of them things may be roaming around out there.

Lightfoot hits the button on the wall and the doors close. Seconds later, a banging is
heard on the other side of the hatchway to the cafeteria. Newt heads toward the hatch.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                       (to Newt)
                   Hold on. That could just as easily be those
                   creatures on the other side.

Then yelling is heard on the other side of the wall. Newt picks up her pace. MacLeod
heads back down the corridor toward the cafeteria also. So does Lightfoot. Newt arrives
at the hatch and begins unlocking it. Just as she opens it, a bloodcurdling scream is
heard. A half a dozen plant workers come barreling through the hatchway. A huge black
hand reaches through the opening and grabs the last worker then pulls him back into the
cafeteria. Another bloodcurdling scream. The plant workers run pell-mell down the
corridor toward access bay door 17. Newt begins to back-step cautiously, her pistol at the
ready. When she has backed up to where MacLeod and Lightfoot have already stopped,
the first creature comes through the hatch. Lightfoot is standing in the middle of the
corridor, with MacLeod on the left side of him and Newt on the right. Lightfoot is
wielding his tazer-net gun, and the other two are ready with their pistols.

                                  PRIVATE LIGHTFOOT
                       (to the others, looking down at his weapon)
                   I don‟t know how much good this thing‟s going to
                   do. You saw what happened last time.

                              LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Use it anyway. At least maybe you can wrap one up
                   long enough for us to get a clean shot at it.
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The alien takes a couple of paces forward, then stops. The soldiers take an equal number
of paces backward, then stop also. The alien does the same thing again. The soldiers
repeat their actions too. The soldiers are now back at the intersection with the other
corridor. The door at the end of the corridor to their left flies open, and in come three
more plant workers, running for their lives. Two more aliens burst through the door and
grab the slowest runner, then stop and tear him to shreds. The other two plant workers
continue down the corridor. They reach the intersection and turn the corner behind the
three soldiers, then head toward access bay door number 17 to huddle with the other

CONTINUED

terrified plant workers. To the soldiers‟ front, a second alien passes through the hatchway
to the cafeteria and takes up a position just beside and behind the one they have been
facing, then a third one slides through the door and pulls up on the other side of the one in
the center.

                              PRIVATE LIGHTFOOT
                   Now I know what Custer felt like.

The monsters attack. The center one lunges first, and Lightfoot fires, but the creature
sidesteps the net. Then the alien on the left leaps forward. Lightfoot turns and re-aims,
then fires and hits the target. The alien rips off the tazer-net, but is impeded just enough
for MacLeod to fire a couple of rounds and drop it. The other creatures dodge a hail of
tazer-nets and bullets. Newt glances to her left and spies the other two aliens in the
perpendicular corridor. They are now heading for the three soldiers.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   L.T.!

The lieutenant looks toward Newt. She nods for him to look in the other direction. He
turns his head and sees that the two additional aliens are about to flank them on the left.

                                 LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Okay, let‟s give some more ground. We need to
                   clear this intersection before they get here.

The three soldiers begin backing up again. When they are halfway between the
intersection and the access bay door, all four of the remaining aliens are facing them.
MacLeod checks the L.E.D. ammo readout on his pistol.

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   Corporal, I‟ve only got a couple of rounds left.
                   How about you?

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Same here.

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
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                     (as he glances up toward his own head)
                   What are you going to do with yours?

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                       (pointing her gun toward the aliens)
                   Kill them.

As the trio of soldiers back toward the dead-end of access bay 17, the aliens match them
step for step, biding their time. The plant workers are still huddled in two groups in the
corners of the corridor on each side of the closed door. The door opens. All three of the
soldiers look over their shoulders to their rear. The aliens lunge forward. Lightfoot
manages to catch another creature in his net, but both MacLeod and Newt are firing at
other targets. The alien caught in the net rips it apart while the others continue forward
toward their prey. Lightfoot is un-slinging his empty weapon and preparing to retreat
while the other two soldiers are still dry-firing their empty pistols. Suddenly the closest
alien (on the left) drops dead from a burst of pulse rifle fire. The other creatures begin to
dodge and retreat as rounds ricochet off the walls around them. MacLeod takes this
opportunity to look to his rear again. Standing in the open doorway, spurting out a wall
of death with their pulse rifles, is Sergeant Vasquez and Private Olayande. As the two
firing soldiers move forward the other three fall behind them. The plant workers run out
the door and head for the two dropships parked outside. Olayande moves forward slowly
and safely but Vasquez is approaching her task like a woman possessed. She is well
forward of the private. The creature on her right springs forward, and she nails it. One of
the last two creatures has retreated clear back to the hatchway leading to the cafeteria.
The other alien has disappeared around the corner and down the corridor to the left of the
intersection. As Vasquez moves into the middle of the intersection, her pulse rifle runs
out of ammo. The alien by the hatchway makes an abrupt turn, then spreads its wings,
lifts up off the floor a few feet and heads back down the corridor, flying straight toward
Vasquez. As the soldier un-slings her empty pulse rifle and flings it on the floor behind
her, she glances to her left and sees the other alien. It is doing the exact same thing as the
first one, but is located a little farther down that corridor than the one to Vasquez‟s front.
Vasquez reaches behind her back with both hands, and pulls out two pistols. Vasquez
aims the gun in her left hand directly in front of her, and with one round, she plugs the
approaching alien right in the center of it‟s forehead. The creature drops stone dead, but
its momentum continues to carry it forward, sliding along the floor toward the soldier.
Just as the beast is about to slam into Vasquez, she leaps straight up in the air and spreads
her legs into a horizontal position. The alien to her left is now almost upon her. While
barely looking in that direction, the sergeant places the pistol in her right hand under her
still extended left arm and pops the flying monster to her left a couple of times, just as the
first alien slides underneath her. The first bullet hits the second creature‟s right wing,
causing the alien to both fall and veer off to its right. The second round catches it in the
chest. The second alien crashes to the floor just behind Vasquez and slides along until it
slams into the wall on the right. As the injured monster lies in a heap against the corridor
wall, its teeth continue to thrust forward and clamp down, but the powerful jaws are only
grasping air. The third time the jaws extend themselves, a jackbooted foot slams down
on them, holding them in the fully extended position. Sergeant Vasquez stands above the
creature with one pistol to her side and the other one aimed directly at its head. She looks
down at the crippled alien unsympathetically.
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                                 SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                      (to the alien below her, emotionless)
                   Stop struggling……………….you‟ll only die tired.

The soldier places two rounds into the side of the creature‟s head, then jumps back
quickly to avoid the acid spray. She turns and runs a couple of feet to where her pulse
rifle is laying on the floor. Vasquez picks up the weapon and slings it over her shoulder,
then (along with Olayande) she backs out of the doorway with both pistols at the ready.

EXT. O. E. PLANET – HOUSING, UTILITY, AND MAINTENANCE AREA - DAY

The “Grim Reapers” and “Hellcats” dropships take off and head toward the refinery unit.

INT. “GRIM REAPERS SAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

                                LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                       (into his headset)
                   Schuck, this is MacLeod. We‟re on our way. We‟ll
                   be there in a couple of minutes. Copy that?

INT. “GRIM REAPERS HAK TEAM” DROPSHIP – PERSONNEL COMPARTMENT

Private Schuck, with the assistance of Mann, Benny, and Yamanouchi, is loading the two
injured members of the “Hak” team onto stretchers while several plant workers watch.

                                   PRIVATE SCHUCK
                       (into her headset, smiling)
                   Abso-fucking-lutely. Get us off this rock.
                       (then remembering something else)
                   Oh, by the way lieutenant. The rest of your team
                   just showed up, along with a few more civvies.

                           LIEUTENANT MACLEOD (V.O)
                      (from Schuck‟s headset)
                   Excellent. I guess I won‟t have to report them
                   AWOL after all.

A faint smile forms on the faces of the exhausted soldiers.

EXT. O. E. COMPLEX – POWER PLANT UNIT - DAY

The “Grim Reapers” dropship is cruising through the complex, heading toward the
refinery unit. Following close behind it is the “Hellcats” dropship.

INT. APARTMENT CORRIDOR– DAY
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Catherine Burke is walking at a brisk pace down the corridor. She stops at the door to
Ellen‟s apartment and rings the doorbell.. No response. She knocks loudly on the door.
Nothing. She reaches down and grabs the doorknob. It turns, and the door opens.


INT. APARTMENT – LIVING ROOM – DAWN

Catherine steps into the living room and looks around. The room is a wreck. Then
Catherine spies Ellen. Ellen is in a drunken and drugged out stupor. She is sitting on the
couch, staring off into space. She looks every bit as disheveled as her apartment.

                                    CATHERINE
                  What are you doing?

Ellen continues to stare forward, not even acknowledging Catherine‟s presence.

                                    CATHERINE
                  Look, I‟m sorry about your husband. But this isn‟t
                  accomplishing any.

                                       ELLEN
                  What‟s to accomplish?

                                    CATHERINE
                  I thought you wanted to bust these ass-holes?

                                          ELLEN
                  I did at one time, but not anymore. I don‟t care. I
                  quit. I give up. It‟s over.

                                      CATHERINE
                  Why?

                                        ELLEN
                  There‟s no reason. I have nothing to live for
                  anymore, and therefore nothing to fight for.

                                    CATHERINE
                  What about your daughter?

                                        ELLEN
                  She‟s off on some damn mission, and I haven‟t
                  heard from her since. Far as I know, she‟s dead too.

                                      CATHERINE
                  Then that‟s all the more reason to fight.

                                         ELLEN
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                   We don‟t even know for sure what they‟re doing,
                   who is doing it, or where they‟re doing it.


                                    CATHERINE
                   Where do you think they‟re doing it?

                                         ELLEN
                      (pointing upward, unsteadily)
                   Up there. On Gateway. That‟s where Dwayne was
                   headed, and it wasn‟t on any GOD DAMN
                   administrative trip!

                                         CATHERINE
                   Well then let‟s go.

Catherine walks over, grabs Ellen under each armpit and pulls her up off of the couch.

                                      CATHERINE
                   Come on, let‟s get you cleaned up first.

EXT. SPACE – BETWEEN EARTH AND GATEWAY STATION

The commercial passenger shuttle is cruising toward Gateway Station.

INT. COMMERCIAL PASSENGER SHUTTLE – PASSENGER COMPARTMENT

Ellen is seated beside the bulkhead of the aircraft while Catherine sits in the aisle seat.
Ellen is simply sitting back in her seat, relaxing. Catherine is busy cutting a piece of
steak, preparing to sample her in-flight meal. She places it in her mouth and chews it,
then swallows hard, and looks down at the plate.

                                       CATHERINE
                   Jesus, some things never change.
                       (then she turns to Ellen)
                   You‟re looking a lot better now.

                                       ELLEN
                   Well you helped. Thanks.

                                        CATHERINE
                   I must say you look surprisingly calm also,
                   considering what we‟re planning to do. Right now,
                   I‟m scared shitless.

                                           ELLEN
                   Oh, I have my fears.
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                                    CATHERINE
                   Really? And what would THEY be?


                                           ELLEN
                   Well, the lesser fear is that I‟m on the verge of
                   losing my mind.

                                      CATHERINE
                   And the greater fear?

                                        ELLEN
                   That I‟m looking forward to it.

EXT. SPACE – GATEWAY STATION

The commercial passenger shuttle begins to dock at the station.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – COMMERCIAL SHUTTLEPORT – BOARDING AREA

Ellen and Catherine are walking slowly in the middle of a group of passengers. The area
is full of other people who don‟t even notice the two women, but Ellen spots a couple of
men, at different locations, who seem to be paying close attention to their every move.
Ellen nudges Catherine with her elbow, then nods her head in the direction of one of the
suspected spies. Catherine takes a quick glance at the man, then looks back up at Ellen.
Ellen then looks over at the other spy. Catherine follows Ellen‟s gaze with her own as
they continue down the corridor.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORRIDOR NEAR SHUTTLEPORT

Ellen and Catherine round a corner and head down the next corridor, which is much less
crowded than the previous one. The two women pass a row of eight “Auto-Barbers” on
one side of the corridor, with customers sitting patiently in three of the seats while the
robotic barbers cut their hair. Ellen looks ahead and sees a sign indicating the direction of
the U/ G headquarters. She looks behind her as she and Catherine continue to walk
forward. One of the men from the shuttle-port comes around the corner.

                                        ELLEN
                   We may have to abort this mission for now.

                                     CATHERINE
                   Well what are we going to do, then?

                                         ELLEN
                   Head for the U/ G station. We‟ll be safe there.

The two women pick up their pace. The man following them does likewise. The other
spy from the shuttle port comes around the corner behind the first one.
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INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORRIDOR NEAR U. G. SECTOR

As they round another corner, Ellen and Catherine discover that the corridor in front of
them is deserted. They stop momentarily, then move forward again. Just as they
approach the far end of this corridor, a third man steps out from behind a vid-phone booth
with a pistol in his hand, blocking their forward progress. The two women freeze.

                               CORPORATE GOON
                   Going somewhere?

The other two men appear behind Ellen and Catherine with pistols drawn.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – FRONT LOBBY

The three corporate goons, with Ellen and Catherine between them, come through the
main entrance, then continue to the middle of the room and stop. A receptionist and two
armed security guards are standing behind a counter that sits in front of the far wall. A
well-dressed corporate official appears from another doorway positioned on the wall just
behind the counter, flanked on each side by two other officers. He walks up and stops a
couple of feet in front of the two women.

                                CORPORATE LEADER
                   Well, you‟re here. Finally. I was beginning to think
                   you weren‟t coming.

Ellen and Catherine look at each other, surprised and confused, then back at the officer.

                                 CORPORATE LEADER
                   I‟m sure you have a million questions, but let‟s not
                   stand out here in the lobby. I suggest we retire to
                   someplace a little more; shall we say, private.
                       (pointing to the door he just appeared from)
                   Ladies. After you.

Ellen and Catherine walk through the door, followed by the goons and officers.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – OUTER LAB

The group walks into the next room. It is a large room similar to a business office, except
that there are research counters intermingled with the office desks.

                                CORPORATE LEADER
                   Here we are. This is it. The facility you‟ve been so
                   obsessed about discovering. Well, what do you
                   think? Amazing, isn‟t it?
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                                        ELLEN
                   What exactly are you doing here?

                                   CORPORATE LEADER
                   Well, so much for the small talk. Okay, right to the
                   point. It doesn‟t really matter, after all. Nothing
                   that I tell you now is leaving here.

                                       ELLEN
                   What are you making?

                                 CORPORATE LEADER
                   Miracles. Bioengineering miracles. We are
                   creating the sort of living organisms that you
                   couldn‟t even begin to imagine.

                                           ELLEN
                   How?

                                 CORPORATE LEADERS
                   It‟s a cloning process, for the most part.

                                        ELLEN
                   Cloning what? It‟s those damn aliens, isn‟t it?

                                  CORPORATE LEADER
                   You‟re very perceptive. Yes it is. But, we‟re not
                   just replicating the original species. Oh, no. We‟re
                   creating all sorts of new and marvelous creatures.

Ellen just looks at the corporate officer disdainfully.

                                  CORPORATE LEADER
                   You‟re not impressed? Perhaps what we need here
                   is a tour of the facility. A little show and tell, as it
                   were.
                        (turning and heading across the room)
                   Come.

Ellen and Catherine follow him, still accompanied by the goons and the other executives.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – INNER LAB

The group comes into the inner sanctum. It is filled with several large, semi-covered
cages. The arms and legs, and sometimes the partial bodies and heads of the various
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creatures can be seen in some of the cages. Massive restraints connected to the floors and
walls of the cages are also visible. The group stops in the middle of this room. The

CONTINUED

corporate leader turns and watches Ellen and Catherine closely as they look around the
room in horrified awe.

                               CORPORATE LEADER
                  Are you sufficiently impressed now?

                                        ELLEN
                  The cloning process, you can‟t do that without
                  having at least some of the original subject.

                              CORPORATE LEADER
                  Oh, very good. How did you know that?

                                          ELLEN
                  I just dreamed it up.

                                CORPORATE LEADER
                  Never-the-less, you‟re absolutely correct. One does
                  need part of the original species in order to clone it.

                                        ELLEN
                  So where did you get it? It was the demolition
                  mission to LV-426, wasn‟t it?

                                CORPORATE LEADER
                  We‟re just full of surprises; aren‟t we, Ms. Ripley?

                                        ELLEN
                  Hicks. It‟s Ripley-Hicks.
                     (a rush of anger, mixed with pain)
                  Why did you kill my husband?

                                  CORPORATE LEADER
                  You know I‟d love to answer that, but I don‟t
                  believe in taking credit where credit isn‟t due. The
                  truth is, I didn‟t have anything to do with his fate.
                      (smiling at the two women, then adding)
                  But I will with yours.

                                  CATHERINE
                  What do you mean? What are planning to do?
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                                 CORPORATE LEADER
                   All in due time. But first, allow me to answer your
                   friend‟s question.
                       (turning to Ellen)
                   Your supposition is absolutely correct.

INT. DERELICT SPACECRAFT ON LV-426 - DAY

The corporate leader narrates as the two corporate operatives on the “Hellcats” squad;
Sergeant Wells and Flight Officer Parrish, are going back through the derelict spaceship.

                             CORPORATE LEADER (V.O.)
                   After the accident, the two soldiers, who are
                   employees of ours, went back into the alien ship.

The two soldiers drop several stun grenades down into the massive cavern where the eggs
are. The grenades explode, then the soldiers begin their descent into the compartment.

                            CORPORATE LEADER (V.O.)
                   They dropped more stun grenades amongst the eggs
                   and went down and got one.

EXT. LV-426 – OUTSIDE THE DERELICT SPACECRAFT – DAY

F/O Parrish and Sgt. Wells are carrying the alien egg out of the derelict spaceship and
past the other soldiers, who are lying asleep on the ground.

                             CORPORATE LEADER (V.O.)
                   Then hid it on their ship, for transport back here.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – INNER LAB

                                CORPORATE LEADER
                   Of course we knew it would be impossible to get
                   the egg down to earth without being discovered, so
                   we did the next best thing.

                                           ELLEN
                   You leased this sector of Gateway, and built your
                   little monster factory up here.

                                 CORPORATE LEADER
                   Clever, don‟t you think?

                                         ELLEN
                   You said you‟re creating other organisms, not just
                   the original species.
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                                 CORPORATE LEADER
                   Yes. I‟m not a scientist or an engineer myself, but
                   our cloning experts have found a way to make
                   genetic alterations at the embryo, or pre-parasitic
                   stage, which changes the appearance of the babies.
                   Whatever particular shape or form the baby takes
                   continues through to the adult stage also.

                                        ELLEN
                   What do you intend to use them for?

                                 CORPORATE LEADER
                   We don‟t INTEND to use them, we‟re already using
                   them. You know that little plant operator‟s
                   rebellion they sent your daughter to suppress?

Ellen takes a deep breath, both surprised and fearful.

                                CORPORATE LEADER
                   Well, we found a better way to deal with it?

                                          ELLEN
                   What do you mean?

                                  CORPORATE LEADER
                   Oh, you know how those damn Colonial Marines,
                   or Universal Guards, or whatever you want to call
                   those jar-heads……...you know how they go about
                   their business. They can‟t do anything without
                   shooting up the place and blowing everything to hell
                   and gone. Well we‟ve found a force that‟s much
                   more efficient and cheaper, and they don‟t create a
                   lot of collateral damage in the process.

                                          ELLEN
                   The aliens?

                                  CORPORATE LEADER
                   Exactly. They‟ll dispose of the troublemakers,
                   leave the complex intact, and conveniently die-off
                   in a few weeks. In less than two months, we‟ll be
                   back at full production there.

                                        ELLEN
                   You turned them loose to kill the workers?!?

                                 CORPORATE LEADER
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Nobody cares. They‟re convicts, for Christ‟s sake!
Well, there are some mid-level administrative
personnel, but hey, sometimes you've got to take the
bad with the good.

                       ELLEN
Well I‟m happy to inform you that you‟ve made a
major miscalculation in one respect. Those aliens
will nest. That atmosphere processor on LV-426
had some sort of resin or something hanging all
over the place, running through the pipes and
raceways, and covering the equipment. Your gonna
have a mess on your hands when you . . . . .

             CORPORATE LEADER
Did you see any the first time?

                       ELLEN
What?

             CORPORATE LEADER
On the Nostromo. Did you see any there?

                       ELLEN
No.

              CORPORATE LEADER
I should think not. And you know why? Because it
was an isolated case. A single creature with no
queen to support and protect. And with no queen to
support and protect, they don‟t nest, no matter how
many of them there are. They do one thing, and one
thing only. They kill. Very efficiently, I might add.

                       ELLEN
You said pre-parasitic stage earlier? What did you
mean by that?

               CORPORATE LEADER
Right. Once again I don‟t know why, it‟s not my
area of expertise, but we can‟t seem to bypass the
gestation cycle. Even though; through gene-
splicing, we can create all kinds of fabulous
creatures in the final form, we still have to utilize
the facehuggers, and hence a supply of hosts to
incubate the babies.

                       ELLEN
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What hosts? What are you using?

             CORPORATE LEADER
Humans.
    (then explaining)
Oh, we tried all sorts of other animals, we really
did. But people seem to have the perfect shape for
the face-huggers. It‟s uncanny really. Almost like
they were created specifically for that purpose.

                       ELLEN
You refer to other humans as “they,” as if they‟re a
different species from your own.

              CORPORATE LEADER
As far as I‟m concerned, the ones that we use ARE
a different species than my own.

                      ELLEN
How can you say that? And how can you just
snatch people up and destroy them without anyone
else knowing?

               CORPORATE LEADER
My dear lady, it‟s much easier than you could
possibly imagine. With several billion humans
living on the earth alone, you‟d be surprised how
many people there are out there that no one else
knows or cares anything about. Convicts, criminals,
and other malefactors. Retards, psychos, mental
patients. Orphans. Bums, drifters, indigents and
homeless people.
    (a sinister smile creeps over his face)
Nosy interlopers and trespassers.

                     ELLEN
We didn‟t trespass. You dragged us in here.

             CORPORATE LEADER
Oh, sure. And where were you headed? I doubt
that you came to Gateway on a shopping spree.




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                   No, we came up here for a haircut. I hear your
                   “Auto-Barbers” are meticulous technicians, not to
                   mention great conversationalists.

                                 CORPORATE LEADER
                   Quite the jokester, aren‟t we?
                       (now to both women)
                   All right, you‟ve heard enough.
                       (then to his three armed goons)
                   Take them away.

As the corporate officers turn and walk back toward the outer lab, the goons march Ellen
and Catherine in the opposite direction, deeper into the bowels of the inner lab. One goon
is leading off, followed by Ellen, then Catherine, then the other two goons.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – OUTER LAB

The three corporate officers walk briskly across the room from the inner lab to the lobby.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – INNER LAB

The goons march Ellen and Catherine into a smaller and less inhabited area.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – OUTER LAB

As the corporate officers cross the room, the leader says something to one of his
subordinates, who heads off to the right. The others continue walking toward the lobby.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – ALIEN HOST
RETAINING ROOM

The goons and their two female captives enter a room full of pods similar to hyper-sleep
chambers, occupied by sleeping humans. The group continues across the room.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – FRONT LOBBY

The front door between the facility‟s lobby and the outer corridor flies open. A U/ G
soldier, with pulse rifle drawn, stands in the threshold. The receptionist and the two
armed security guards just stare at him.

                             UNIVERSAL GUARD SOLDIER
                   This is the Universal Guard. You‟re under arrest.
                   Drop your weapons.

The two security guards pull their weapons, take cover behind the counter, and begin
firing at the soldier. In the meantime, the receptionist makes a break for the door to the
outer lab. The soldier jumps back behind the corridor/lobby wall.
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INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – OUTER LAB

The corporate leader and his lackey stop and listen to the sound of gunfire coming from
the lobby, then turn and head back toward the inner lab.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – ALIEN HOST
RETAINING ROOM

The goons, Ellen and Catherine all hear the gunfire coming from the lobby. The two
goons in the rear turn. Catherine turns partially also. The front goon starts to turn, but
Ellen jumps him from behind, grabbing both arms. She assists him in continuing his
turning motion. When he is facing the opposite direction, Catherine looks back and sees
the pistol aiming at her chest. Catherine ducks just as Ellen reaches down and grabs the
goon‟s hand that holds the pistol. As the other two goons are turning back around to face
Ellen, she aims the pistol and fires a round into the chest of the goon facing her on the
right, then redirects her aim at the chest of the other goon facing her on the left, and fires
again. Now Ellen begins to grapple with the remaining goon for control of his pistol.
Catherine picks up one of the deceased goon‟s weapon off of the floor. She tries to shoot
the remaining goon who is struggling with Ellen, but can‟t get a clear shot. Catherine
flips the pistol over in her hand so that she is holding it by the barrel, then raps the goon
upside the head with the butt of it, knocking him out. Catherine looks down at the two
goons that Ellen has just plugged, then back at Ellen.

                                      CATHERINE
                   Nice shootin‟, Tex.

                                         ELLEN
                   Thanks. You did all right yourself.
                      (then looking around)
                   Now we‟ve got to get out of here.

Catherine starts to head back the way they came, but Ellen grabs her by the arm.

                                       ELLEN
                   Not that way. We‟ve got to find another way out.

Ellen looks around the room, then spots a familiar fixture near the top of the far wall. It‟s
a large wall register covering an air duct. She heads toward it.

                                           ELLEN
                   Come on.


INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – FRONT LOBBY

A U/G soldier‟s arm appears in the front door, flinging a fragment grenade into the lobby
area. The grenade lands behind the counter and explodes. The effect of the grenade kills
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one of the security guards and convinces the other one to follow the receptionist‟s lead.
He stands up and flees toward the door to the outer lab.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – ALIEN HOST
RETAINING ROOM

Before she arrives at the duct opening, Ellen passes a small maintenance cart on rollers.
She grabs it and continues toward the wall. Catherine follows, hesitantly. When Ellen
gets to the wall, she stops the cart, then begins rummaging through it, searching for
something. Finally she pulls a small crowbar out of the pile of tools and parts on top of
the cart and starts to pry the duct grate off the wall. Catherine comes up beside her.

                                     CATHERINE
                   What are you doing?

                                         ELLEN
                   We‟ll escape through the air duct.

                                      CATHERINE
                   What? Are you crazy? We don‟t know anything
                   about air ducts. At least, I don‟t.

                                         ELLEN
                      (while pulling the grate off the wall)
                   Actually I‟m getting quite good at it.

                                    CATHERINE
                   You have experience at this?

                                          ELLEN
                   You have no idea.

Ellen grabs the maintenance cart and wheels it over against the wall, directly under the
opening to the air duct. Then she turns and holds a hand out to Catherine.

                                          ELLEN
                   Come on. Up you go.

                                      CATHERINE
                   U-h-h-h-h, after you.

Ellen climbs up on the maintenance cart and into the air duct.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – FRONT LOBBY

The remnants of the Universal Guard “Grim Reapers;” along with another squad, rush
through the front door and cross the lobby, heading for the doorway to the outer lab.
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INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – OUTER LAB

While other corporate officers and armed security guards scurry in every direction, the
corporate leader and his lackey disappear through the door to the inner lab.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – AIR DUCT

Ellen is crawling through the ductwork, followed by Catherine.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – OUTER LAB

The U/G soldiers swarm the outer lab, firing their pulse rifles and lobbing grenades as
they go. While some soldiers give covering fire, others dart between desks and
equipment. A few corporate security guards are firing back at the oncoming soldiers, but
are slowly being pushed back into the inner lab.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – INNER LAB

As corporate employees attempt to escape, the security guards take up defensive positions
and await the assault by the U/G soldiers. The corporate leader gives instructions to his
lackey, who turns and leaves. Then the corporate leader walks briskly to a corner of the
room, opens a wall panel and hits the button within, then disappears behind a secret door
that has just opened up in front of him. The door stays OPEN.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – AIR DUCT

Ellen and Catherine arrive at another opening in the air duct. Ellen turns around so her
feet are facing the grating placed over the opening, and kicks it out.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – INNER LAB

The U/G soldiers assault the inner lab. The firing of pulse rifles and explosions from
grenades has an unforeseen and unintended effect in this area. Some of the alien‟s cages
and restraints are damaged, and several of the creatures break free. What was initially a
fight between the U/G soldiers and the corporate security guards is now turning into a
three-way conflict that includes the roaming aliens.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – DESERTED CORRIDOR

Ellen and Catherine crawl out of the air duct and onto the floor of the deserted corridor.
Ellen looks around, then motions for Catherine to follow her.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – INNER LAB

A corporate security guard is running across the room. Just as he arrives at what appears
to be a spot that is safe from the soldiers, a huge claw grabs him around the waist and
slices him in half. Then the crab-like alien steps out in full view. Private Lightfoot
rounds a corner and sprays it with a quick burst of fire from his pulse rifle.
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While Quentin is concentrating on firing at any security guard or alien that comes into his
sights, Newt spots the (open) secret door that the corporate leader disappeared through.
She rushes over and slams her back up against the wall on one side of the doorway, then
peeks around it. When she is certain that it is clear, she looks back over at Quentin.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Quentin!

Quentin turns to look at her. Newt nods for him to follow her, then disappears through
the door. Quentin follows her into the secret passage.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – DESERTED CORRIDOR

Ellen and Catherine are scurrying down the corridor as fast as they can go. They reach an
intersection and Ellen sees a sign indicating that the U/G headquarters is down one of the
intersecting corridors. She stops and looks at the sign more closely. Catherine goes past
her a few feet, then stops also, looking back to see what Ellen is doing.

                                        ELLEN
                      (pointing toward the U/G headquarters)
                   This way.

They head down the other corridor and disappear around the corner.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – INNER LAB

The close-quarter mayhem continues as the U/G soldiers methodically push the security
guards back into the bowels of the corporation‟s experimental cloning facility. Private
Benny rounds a corner. From the other direction comes one of the alien experiments, a
squat creature with a huge head. It looks like a cross between a buffalo and a bulldog.
The head of the monster slams into Benny‟s chest, throwing his back against a near wall.
Private Benny is stunned. The alien stops momentarily also, then starts to make another
thrust at the soldier. As the creature moves forward, a security guard comes from the
same direction as Benny, running forward while looking to his rear. The security guard is
sandwiched between the beast and the soldier as the alien rams the two men, then begins
tearing into human flesh with teeth and claws. Vasquez and Olayande arrive just in time
to witness the carnage. While Olayande tries unsuccessfully to get a clear shot at the
alien, Vasquez slides to her right a couple of steps. With a short burst, she knocks the
creature over. Benny falls on his back, motionless. The security guard drops beside the
soldier. Both humans are covered in blood. Vasquez rushes over to the monster.

                                 SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                      (to the alien as she aims her pulse rifle at it)
                   This one‟s for Sis!

She fires into the creature‟s head, then steps back and turns toward the prostrate Benny.
Olayande walks cautiously toward the gruesome looking trio lying on the floor.
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INT. GATEWAY STATION – DESERTED CORRIDOR

Ellen and Catherine round a corner and head down the aisle. In front of them and on their
left is a row of eight “Auto-Barbers,” but all of the seats are empty. The corridor is
deserted also. Ellen continues to run out in front. Just as she reaches the first “Auto-
Barber,” she hears a shot. Ellen stops, turns around, and sees the lifeless body of
Catherine lying sprawled on the floor behind her. The corporate leader steps out from
behind one of several large shipping containers across from the “Auto-Barbers.”

                                 CORPORATE LEADER
                   Well, how convenient. I require a hostage to help
                   me get to the shuttle and make my escape, and here
                   you are. And on such short notice, no less.

                                         ELLEN
                   You spineless bastard.

                                 CORPORATE LEADER
                   Yes, nice to see you too.
                       (then waving his pistol down the corridor)
                   Let‟s go.

Ellen starts to do what he has ordered, but stops in mid-stride. She looks beyond the
corporate leader at a shadow that looms behind him, growing increasingly larger with
every passing second. Her eyes are wide as saucers.

                                 CORPORATE LEADER
                   Now what?

                                          ELLEN
                   Behind you.

                                CORPORATE LEADER
                   Oh please, that‟s the oldest trick in the book.
                      (then waving his pistol again)
                   Now get going before you end up like your friend.
                   I‟m losing my patience with this . . . . .

The jaws of an alien explodes from of the corporate leaders chest. The man looks down
at his new appendage in horror. Another set of jaws slams through his forehead. Then
just as quickly as they appeared, the two sets of jaws disappear, as they are retracted back
into the mouths of their owners. The corporate leader drops with a thud. Directly behind
him stands an alien similar in size to a queen, but with TWO heads. As Ellen backs away
from it cautiously, she accidentally steps into the first “Auto-Barber” seating area. The
monitor, just above her head, comes on and projects a company logo, then a selection of
hairstyles. The audio portion of the “Auto-Barber” also activates.
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                         AUTO-BARBER SALESPERSON (V. O.)
                        (from the monitor)
                    Good day. Have a seat please, and watch the
                    monitor directly above you. In a moment, you will
                    be shown a number of hairstyles from which to
                    make your selection. Selections may be made either
                    through voice activation, or by punching in the
                    number associated with the hairstyle you want on
                    the keypad located on your armrest. Are you ready
                    to proceed?

Ellen skirts around the first “Auto-Barber” seat and begins backing up again between the
row of seats and the long counter that runs parallel to them. The alien moves down the
middle of the corridor beside the “Auto-Barber” area. As Ellen continues to back into the
adjacent seating sections, their own individual monitors come on and begin the same spiel
as the first one. By the time Ellen is halfway between the fourth and fifth chairs, the alien
has gained ground and is alongside her in the corridor. In an attempt to throw the creature
off, Ellen takes a couple of quick steps in the opposite direction. The alien quickly jumps
back to a position in the corridor between the third and fourth chairs, cutting off Ellen‟s
escape in that direction. Ellen turns and steps back in the other direction, passing
between the fourth chair and the counter, then changes direction slightly and runs
between the fourth and fifth chairs toward the middle of the corridor. The alien is too
quick. Ellen stops in place as the creature leaps into the middle of the corridor in the
other direction, blocking her escape once again. Ellen begins to back up slowly. She
backs into and sits down in the fifth “Auto-Barber” chair. The back of the chair is in a
forty-five degree position, and Ellen leans back and attempts to melt into the seat and
disappear. The two-headed alien moves forward and hovers over her. To the right of the
alien‟s right head, the monitor for chair number five is turned on and making its sales-
pitch. On the wall at the end of the corridor from which the corporate leader and the alien
appeared, a secret door opens. Newt and Quentin step out into the corridor about fifty
feet from the first Auto-Barber chair. The right head of the alien, the one farthest from
the two soldiers, lifts up slightly and peers over its left head at Newt and Quentin. The
left head continues to concentrate on Ellen. Quentin raises his pulse rifle and starts to
shoot the beast. Newt glances over and sees what he is about to do.

                               CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                    No!

Newt un-slings her weapon and hands it to Quentin, then affects the same posture she
used for the gymnastic exercise. She takes off down the corridor. As the alien‟s right
head turns to look back at Ellen, its left head is in her face, baring its drooling teeth.
Newt hits maximum stride at the first “Auto-Barber” chair. She leaps up and steps on the
seat of the chair, then takes off, flipping, rolling, and spinning as she flies through the air
toward the alien. When she arrives at the point of contact, Newt is in the feet-forward
position. One foot is stretched out in front of the other one, and it hits the alien in its left
head just as its jaws begin to spring forward and strike Ellen. Instead, the impact turns
the left head to its right and causes the jaws to strike the alien‟s right head. The right
head, which was also preparing to strike Ellen, is redirected to its right. The right head‟s
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jaws crash into the screen of the “Auto-Barber” monitor. Newt flies off to the left over
Ellen‟s head and into the aisle between the chairs and counter. Ellen rolls out of the chair
to her right and falls onto the aisle floor in the opposite direction, avoiding the acid spray
from the alien. Newt hits the floor and rolls between the chairs and the counter. The left
head of the alien squeals as the right head shudders from the jolt of electricity from the
broken monitor. The electrical shock passes through the creature‟s whole body, and it
drops to the floor. Ellen and Newt pick themselves up as Quentin jogs down the corridor.
The three of them walk toward the middle of the corridor, far enough away from the dead
alien to avoid the smoke from the smoldering body.

                                        ELLEN
                   Well. Looks like I owe you one.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   No you don‟t. That‟s one I‟ve owed you.
                      (then putting her arms around Ellen)
                   For a long time.

After a long hug the three of them turn and head back toward the secret door.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – INNER LAB

The corporate employees and security guards that are still alive are herded back through
the facility toward the main entrance. Vasquez and Olayande kneel down on each side of
Private Benny, still lying on his back. Benny‟s eyes are half-opened, and he is struggling
to say something. Olayande, who is closer to Benny‟s head than the sergeant, leans over
to hear Benny‟s dying words. Benny whispers something, then closes his eyes.

                                 SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                   What?

                                 PRIVATE OLAYANDE
                   It sounded like he said “Rosebud.”

                              SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                   “Rosebud?” What the hell is “Rosebud?"

Olayande just shrugs his shoulders. Suddenly Benny bolts upright, taking an enormously
deep breath as he rises. Vasquez and Olayande jump back instinctively. Benny‟s mouth
is wide open and his chest looks as though it is about to burst. As soon as he is in the
sitting position, Benny exhales in an equally dramatic fashion, speaking at the same time.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                   Nose-butt! I said “Nose-butt.” The son of a bitch
                   hit me with his nose; right in the sternum, and
                   knocked every damn molecule of air I had right out
                   of my lungs. I thought I was gonna die.
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                               SERGEANT VASQUEZ
                   We thought you WERE dead.

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                   Sorry if I disappointed you.

                                PRIVATE OLAYANDE
                     (pointing to the blood on Benny‟s chest)
                   Well, whose is that?

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                      (looking at the dead security guard)
                   I‟m guessing his.

Vasquez and Olayande stand up and stare down at Private Benny. Benny; thinking they
are waiting to help him up, puts both hands out. The other two soldiers just look at each
other, then turn and walk off, leaving Benny to pick himself up off of the floor.

INT. GATEWAY STATION – CORPORATE CLONING FACILITY – FRONT LOBBY

Ellen, Newt and Quentin walk into the room. MacLeod is standing in the middle of the
room directing traffic as U/G soldiers march their prisoners out of the facility. When the
three arrive beside the lieutenant, Newt inquires as to the status of the operation.

                              CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Well, lieutenant, what‟s the score?

                               LIEUTENANT MACLEOD
                   I don‟t know what the exact numbers are, but we
                   won. That‟s good enough for me.

                             CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Affirmative.
                      (then to Ellen as the lieutenant walks away)
                   See, I TOLD you everything would be all right.

                                          ELLEN
                      (smiling first, then sudden grief)
                   Oh my god! You probably don‟t even know!

                           CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   Know what? Mom, what is it?

                                          ELLEN
                   Your father. It‟s your father. He‟s . . . . .
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Ellen‟s gaze fixes on the doorway to the outer lab area. Standing in front of it, looking
back at her, is Dwayne. He flashes a huge grin, then walks over to the group.

                                       ELLEN
                   What happened? I thought you were . . . . .

                           CORPORAL (NEWT) HICKS
                   What mom? What‟d you think he was?

                                         DWAYNE
                        (to Newt as he continues to look at Ellen)
                   Dead. She thought I was dead.
                        (then to Ellen)
                   Sorry honey, but….. the investigation…..I couldn‟t
                   tell anyone. Not ANYONE.

                                         ELLEN
                   But why the shuttle explosion?

                                      DWAYNE
                   These rats have more spies than we do. We had to
                   make them quit watching me, so I could do MY job
                   of watching them.

                                        ELLEN
                   Well you could have at least let me know………

                                         DWAYNE
                   We had to sell it or it wouldn‟t have worked. Like I
                   said before, I‟m sorry. I truly am.
                       (then putting his arms out to embrace her)
                   Forgive me?

Ellen steps forward and gives him a big hug, then a kiss, then another hug, longer than the
first one. When they finally unlock, Ellen looks around the room (where most of the
“Grim Reapers” squad has started to congregate) then lets out a huge sigh of relief.

                                             ELLEN
                   So this is it. It‟s finally over.

                                         DWAYNE
                   Well it is for now, anyway.

                                           ELLEN
                   What do you mean?

                                         DWAYNE
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                  By shutting down this facility, we‟ve eliminated the
                  alien threat, and we‟ve busted a large portion of the
                  corporation‟s illegal operation. But let‟s face it, it‟s
                  a huge organization with a massive paper trail. We
                  may never nail the people who were ultimately
                  responsible for this…….but we‟ll keep trying.

Private Benny, his body covered in blood, comes through the doorway to the outer lab.
As he walks across the room, headed for the main entrance, he looks over his shoulder.

                                   PRIVATE BENNY
                     (to the other squad members, smiling)
                  Hey, you guys ready to party?

                              PRIVATE YAMANOUCHI
                  Surely you‟re not going somewhere like that?

                                  PRIVATE BENNY
                     (as he continues to walk)
                  No, der.

                               PRIVATE OLAYANDE
                  Well what are you doing then?

                                    PRIVATE BENNY
                      (stopping inside the doorway)
                  I‟m going to go change, then come back here. Then
                  we‟re gonna find out what kind of bars they have on
                  this erector set. So don‟t anybody leave „cause……
                      (ala Arnold in “The Terminator”)
                  …….I‟ll be back.

Private Benny turns and disappears through the door.

CUT TO BLACK

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