screenplay by D.T. Twohy
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1 EXT. METEOROID SWARM - DEEP SPACE
Meteoroids drift through space, silent and peaceful. Suddenly a shark
in their midst: Attacking from behind, a ship collects smaller
meteoroids in a jawlike scoop, swallowing them whole.
2 INT. MINING SHIP
Inside, rotating teeth smash the meteors into rubble. Hoppers fill.
Lasers scan the rubble for composition before conveyors trundle it
away. The factory is crudely efficient, PREHISTORICALLY LOUD. Until...
The teeth stop rotating...
Conveyors seize up...
3 EXT. MINING SHIP
And the jawlike scoop, hinged, begins closing.
4 INT. MINING SHIP
With the LOUDEST CLANG EVER HEARD, the jaws clamp shut.
ECHOES through empty corridors. Only then the ship is hauntingly quiet
do we hear the first signs of human life: FOOTSTEPS.
Greasy and agitated, the PROSPECTOR appears. He doesn't know why the
machines have stopped, but he does know what's responsible. He stalks
to a door...
5 INT. OPERATIONS - MINING SHIP
...and flat-hands it open.
So what the hell is it now?
Terminals flash the same message:
AUTOMATIC SHUTDOWN P/24/97.
POSSIBLE XENOMORPH DETECTION, HOPPER 6.
(stabbing reset button)
But the machinery won't reactivate. Screens continue to flash the
message. The prospector storms out.
6 INT. HOPPER - MINING SHIP
In the shadowy depths of a hopper, the prospector uses a lever to
search through meteoroid rubble. Some of the rock is a vitreous,
These fuckin' fossil-hunts...
Then he spots it. Mostly buried in rubble. What little we can see
reminds us of a tail. A dark, coiled tail.
Scowling, the prospector reaches down. Pokes it. Feels it. Lifts it up
A piece of flexible conduit.
(peering at ceiling)
Fallin' apart. Whole ship's comin'
apart at the welds.
He searches on. Finally he abandons his lever for a chunk of amber. He
hoists it up, trying for better light. We can't tell for sure -- but
it looks like something is suspended inside the rock.
7 INT. OPERATIONS - MINING SHIP
...Company Mining Ship WYM/263,
Sector 118-M, Quad 4, working the
Borealis Claim. Filing report as
required by section...section...
He thumbs through a greasy manual but can't find the right reference.
He flings it aside.
"Xenomorph" specimen detected and
recovered. Currently suspended in
organic resin-polymer compound,
a.k.a. "amber," little or no
fossilization. It you want it, come
He slaps a switch. "MESSAGE DISPATCHED" appears on the terminal, then
"SHUTDOWN CANCELLED." All around, we hear the great MACHINERY POUNDING
back to life.
The prospector swivels to face the chunk of rock. Now backlit, we see
that inside -- suspended in a coffin of golden glass -- is a face-
hugger. A protean Alien.
So tell me. Why would such a big
company like this be interested in
such a little shit like you? Huh?
He taps the rock. No movement inside. He draws closer, trying to
discern more detail. And just when we expect the face-hugger to
shatter out and grab the prospector's face...
Something grabs his shoulder.
What's goin' on?
(shaking off hand)
Same ol' ratshit. Go back to sleep.
Your shift don't start for three
8 EXT. MINING SHIP - METEOROID FIELD
The jaws reopen. As it returns to chasing meteoroids, the ship passes
close to VIEW. We get a good look at the corporate logo of "Weylan-
Yutani" before we...
"THREE YEARS LATER"
9 EXT. EARTH - PRE-DAWN
Dark Earth. The lights of a rampant civilization craze the landmasses.
Soon an orbit-to-orbit transport appears. It angles toward a glowing
10 INT. CABIN - TRANSPORT SHIP
Passengers sit in the dim interior, portholes their only luxury. Some
peer out to see...
11 EXT. SPACE STATION - PRE-DAWN
Something huge ahead. Whatever it is, it blots out the starfield
12 INT. CABIN - TRANSPORT SHIP
More passengers strain to see.
13 EXT. SPACE STATION - DAWN
Now the sun rises behind Earth, illuminating the rind of atmosphere
The space station. Iron black, spired, cathedralesque, designed by
Eiffel and then hand-sculpted by Rodin. It looms in geosynchronous
orbit 23,000 miles above Earth -- a smirch of Hell right where Heaven
14 INT. CABIN - TRANSPORT SHIP
Reaction passengers: They've never seen it this close. Nor did they
15 EXT. SPACE STATION - DAWN
The transport reaches a blockade of red-flashing buoys.
16 INT. COCKPIT - TRANSPORT SHIP
Moloch Island, this is MDT/67 out of
Gateway Station. Bearing 1-2-Fiver
on equatorial approach. Requesting
clearance to dock.
PILOT #1 waits, eyeing the station through her canopy. The central
spire spews burned gas into space.
Again, this is MDT/67 out of
Gateway. Still awaiting docking
17 EXT. SPACE - STATION - DAWN
As if to answer, the buoys turn a provisional yellow. Positioning
rockets fire. The buoys rearrange to form a landing corridor.
18 INT. COCKPIT - TRANSPORT SHIP
As the pilot gooses her throttle.
19 INT. MAIN CABIN - TRANSPORT SHIP
As yellow buoys drift past portholes.
20 EXT. DOCKING PORT - SPACE STATION - DAWN
As the transport slews into a broadside approach.
21 INT. MAIN CABIN - TRANSPORT SHIP
CLANGS and WHINES of docking. At the front of the cabin, an ICC
MARSHALL rises, brandishing a weapon.
The passengers CLATTER to their feet. Only now do we see their chains.
22 INT. ADMISSION AREA
CLOSE on a hand pressing down on a scan-plate. U.V. light passes
beneath the hand.
Russo, Susan Lee. F23837. Murder,
Second Degree. 20-Year sentence.
The hand turns over. The wrist area has been branded with an I.D.
number. A pigment burn.
WIDER. We're inside the station. The first five prisoners are hooked
together and led away. The next prisoner in line shuffles forward to
place his hand on the scanner.
Van Brunt, Carl Henrik. M23838.
Manslaughter, 49 counts. 49-year
VAN BRUNT. Scandinavian. Forty. He moves aside for the next prisoner.
Kiryu, Cheryl. F23839. Possession of
Firebomb, Incitement to Riot,
Corporate Terrorism. Life sentence,
no possibility of parole.
KIRYU. Amerasian. Thirty. Next prisoner up.
Grimes, Howard Stumbo. M23840.
Bigamy, Spousal Rape, Rape with
Foreign Object, Attempted Murder.
Aggregate 32-year sentence.
Piqued, the guard CAPTAIN looks up from his terminal. GRIMES gives him
a shit-for-brains grin.
What was the foreign object?
My dick. It's so big, they didn't
believe it was real.
Block guards jerk him away.
Hey, it's true. They booked me two
seats just to get up here.
Domingo, Gustava Gomez Jesus
Prisoners lean out of line to look at DOMINGO. Latin. Tenty years old.
Wears his anger like a coat.
SCAN VOICE (CONT'D)
M23841. Murder, First Degree, four
counts. Death sentence on each
Prisoners APPLAUD the big deal of the day. Domingo wants to piss on
them all. Now STYLES moves up. He's about to put his hand on the
Styles, Scott Taylor. Fraud, 10-year
sentence. Additional five years for
escape, Terre Haute. Additional
eight years for escape, Terminal
You know, son, I just get the
feeling you're gonna give us snags.
Oh, no sir. I've learned my lesson.
Guards chain the five inmates together.
Oh, and Daggs?
Full shackles outside the block.
Line of sight at all times.
Nodding, the guard named DAGGS turns his eyes on Styles. Styles looks
back resignedly. "Gonna be one of those years."
23 INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE FOUNDRY
Caged elevator cars transport personnel between levels, comparable
"equavator" cars transport them laterally along curved corridors. Now
in coveralls, the five new inmates appear. BLOCK GUARD leads. Daggs
...touch a guard, you get stitched.
Fail to respond promptly to a
guard's order, any guard -- block,
solitary, special services -- you
get stitched. Pilfer supplies, you
A wicked CHITTERING SOUND: Grimes ducks as the wall beside him
explodes with crisscrossing lines. When the sound stops, hundreds of
small-bore needles have embedded the wall.
(recycling stitch rifle)
Any other questions?
None. The guard moves to a massive steel door and slaps an open-relay.
Then let's get busy.
So far, the station has impressed us as sterile and efficient. But
when the overhead DOOR RUMBLES open, we see...
Blasting furnaces. Rippling heat. Rising steam. This is the central
spire, where space-mined ore is processed into steel. The NOISE is
like a hundred train wrecks, and if Hell had nightmares, this would
surely be one.
24 INT. FOUNDRY
Prisoners everywhere, stoking furnaces, lifting rock, oiling
conveyors, channeling rivers of glowing metal.
ROAMING, the VIEW FINDS Styles and Van Brunt. They rake limestone over
screens, sifting out impurities. The dust gets in their eyes, nose,
mouths. Between coughs:
...G-class freighter. Made fueling
runs between the M-class tankers and
Helmsman. Or I was, until a docking
went bad. Came in hot. Took out the
better part of two ships. 49 dead.
Never make pilot that way. Wasn't
Hard to say. So drunk at the time,
don't remember much.
You? Twenty years or something?
It's all the same.
They look. The voice came from a prisoner raking with his back to
The prisoner turns -- and startles us. His skin, his hair, even his
eyes have turned an IVORY white from years of working the limestone.
All sentences are the same. All.
25 INT. MACHINE SHOP - FOUNDRY
A glassed-off machine shop. Pipe, wire, small castings are being made.
Workers are stacking a pallet with heavy pipe -- and stacking it too
high. The first pipe falls, starting an avalanche that CLATTERS
Kiryu. She sees it coming but freezes up. At the last second, hands
jerk her away.
The pipes smash to a stop.
It's Domingo. He probably just saved Kiryu's life -- but without
thanking him, she pulls free and goes back to work.
26 INT. FOUNDRY
A white-hot ingot, circular and massive, is dropped into a quenching
tank. Steam blasts upward, drawing the attention of...
Grimes. He works near the blast furnaces, shoveling up warm slag like
a stable boy mucking stalls.
The cooled ingot is craned out of the quenching tank and dropped in
top-loading centrifuge. Airlock doors close. The centrifuge begins to
Grimes follows other workers to observation windows that overlook
27 EXT. BOTTOM OF SPACE STATION - DAY
Building speed, the centrifuge lowers from the station.
28 INT. FOUNDRY
A DETONATION rocks the foundry as...
29 EXT. BOTTOM OF SPACE STATION - DAY
The ingot is discharged. Twenty tons of spinning steel streaks toward
30 INT. FOUNDRY
Holy... Where's it gonna hit?
South China Sea. Ship picks it up.
Right angle, they only lose about 15
percent in the atmosphere.
Workers disperse. Grimes loiters, watching the ingot vanish.
Love to scream one of those fuckers
down on the ex-wife's apartment...
The barrel of a stitch rifle flicks his ear. The guard motions Grimes
back to work.
31 EXT. SPACE STATION - NIGHT
Burned gasses continue to belch from the central spire, blackening a
32 INT. FOUNDRY
CLOSE on a small machine spitting out coins. They're crude and dark,
made of slag. But the logo is familiar. "Weylan-Yutani."
End-of-shift prisoners shuffle forward in line like the living dead,
faces blackened and haggard. Guards pay the workers with newly minted
coins. Styles is getting patted down by Daggs when...
Prisoner M22197. Step out. Prisoner
M22197. Step out.
Prisoners look. No one steps forward.
Second chance. Prisoner M22197. Step
out. Prisoner M221--
Suddenly one man bolts, running blindly.
Guards level tangle guns, stubby and twin-barrelled. MULTIPLE
Bolo balls sling through the air...
And catch the man, orbiting him, cocooning him in steel filament. He
crashes to the floor ten steps from where he started his run. The
prisoner is Ivory.
What's he volunteering for?
Been here a long time. Could be his
appeals finally crapped out. Funny
how they run like that.
(for Styles' sake)
Like someone could actually get off
this rock, huh?
33 INT. SECURITY CORRIDOR
Again chained together, the five new inmates drag-ass along a
corridor. They carry bedrolls. The block guard keys open a security
door and ushers them into...
34 INT. GUARD HOUSE
A circular control room. The walls are solid glass -- but, oddly, they
look out on nothing but solid wall.
Goin' my way?
Down it is.
The guard house begins dropping -- and now the windows fill with the
rising cell block. It's a staggering sight: We're in the middle of an
immense cylinder, cells ringing the perimeter, inmates roaming like
lost animals. Tier after tier rise past the windowed walls -- and it's
all the same.
Fuckin' Mother of God...
Finally the guard house stops. Security door opens. The block guard
unchains the inmates -- then backs off. This is as far as he goes.
Any one you can find.
35 INT. MIDDLE TIER - CELL BLOCK
The new inmates step onto a walkway. The door locks behind them. Kiryu
peers down the foot-wide crack between walkway and guard house.
HER POV: The bottom of the cell block lost in shadow. How many more
tiers can there be?
I think there's been a mistake.
What, you're not really guilty?
Oh, I'm guilty. Just not this
The new inmates push ahead.
THEIR POV: An inmate brushing his teeth in a toilet. Graffiti-scarred
walls. A gang of females rousting a male inmate. A jogger using the
circular walkway for a lap track. At least three inmates per cell. No
Two JOY BOYS in codpieces pass. They touch Domingo seductively. He
bats their hands away. They laugh and blow kisses.
THEIR POV: Blacks in shower caps playing dominoes. Inmates with bio-
electric tattoos. A narcotized guy trying to peel the walls. A man and
woman pulling a stand-up fuck. Inmates watching baseball on a caged
...so far this year, the Yanks are
13 and 12, three of those victories
big ones coming on the road against
Tokyo, Nagoya, and Osaka. And
Tuesday night's game with the
Hitachi Indians looms as a pivotal
New inmates Stop. They've circled the entire tier and haven't found an
No luck, huh?
They look. The voice belongs to BELLHOP, an ingratiating maggot of a
Vacancies are hard to come by in
But I bet you know where some are.
Several. Happy to take you there.
For two slags.
Hey. Dickwipe. Fuck you, awright? I
just spent maybe twelve hours
cuttin' hot pipe, and for that they
pay me five coins. Now you want two?
Fuck you dead, man. From both ends.
But Styles flips Bellhop a coin.
36 INT. STAIRCASES - CELL BLOCK
Zig-zagging, Bellhop leads the new inmates down through the cell
block. They pass tier after tier.
...little Wild Eye, Hash Mash,
smokes with six percent real tobacco
-- you just let me know. Watch this
step here, bit loose. Comin' up on
lockdown -- I strongly urge that you
not be caught outside your cell.
Right this way, not much further
Much lower, man, we're gonna drop
out the ass-end of this thing.
37 INT. BOTTOM TIER - CELL BLOCK
They reach the bottom. This is it. Dungeon-level.
And here we are. First Floor.
New inmates look around. Several cells are free.
So what the shit's wrong with it?
How come rest ot the place is full,
but this isn't? How come?
Well, it's closer to the gravity
generators, so you're a couple
pounds heavier, little more
sluggish. And the light isn't what
it should be.
That's all. They inspect the cells. Bunks have springs. Grimes kick-
starts a toilet. It actually flushes.
That's all, huh?
They're nice rooms. Really. Can't do
better than these.
Styles flips him the second coin. Not wasting any time, Bellhop heads
back to the stairs.
Rats. Got big fuckin' rats down
Oh, no. You'll have no problems with
He's gone. Styles and Van Brunt settle into the first cell. Grimes
takes the second, Domingo the third. Kiryu is left to choose between
bunking with the rapist Grimes or killer Domingo. She chooses Domingo.
38 INT. STYLES' CELL
Styles is taking a sink-bath, trying to wash away the limestone and
the whole day. PIPES KNOCK, and the faucet sputters dry. He wasn't
close to finishing.
39 INT. BOTTOM TIER - CELL BLOCK
Air-drying, Styles walks the tier with Van Brunt. Other inmates here
seem to be the runts and whack-outs of the prison:
The HIKER, a paraplegic who walks only with the aid of a motorized
backpack that "walks" his legs for him...
A man thin enough to be a human X-RAY...
The GASHER, a self-mutilating woman who notches her skin with a
Quite a neighborhood.
And the ABORIGINE, a dreadlocker who paints his cell wall with
primitive drawings. The drawings seem to be of an animal. But before
Styles can get a closer look...
Lockdown. 30 seconds to lockdown.
40 INT. CELL BLOCK
SELECTED SHOTS of inmates grabbing belongings and moving for stairs
Lockdown. 20 seconds to lockdown.
41 INT. STYLES' CELL
Lockdown. 10 seconds to lockdown.
Styles and Van Brunt crab-step inside just as the door closes. Around
the cell block, we hear DOORS THUNDERING SHUT.
42 INT. CELL BLOCK
A WHISTLE sounds. Entry doors open, and unleashed guard dogs stream
into the block. Searching tor loose inmates, the dogs race around the
...zig-zag down stairs...
...flood the lower tiers...
43 INT. GRIMES' CELL
...and appear here. One dog stops at Grimes' cell. It almost looks
It lunges, slamming into the bars and nearly taking out Grimes'
Shit. Lassie get the fuck home, huh?
Get the hell outta here.
44 INT. CELL BLOCK
Circling like a glass carousel, the guard house rises, pushed upward
by one massive steel piston. Soon it vanishes, embedded in the
45 INT. CELL BLOCK
As all lights extinguish.
46 INT. DOMINGO'S CELL
Later. Domingo wakes. The bunk is rocking. "What the hell?" Small
MOANS and GASPS from beneath him -- from Kiryu. Domingo grins, taking
the sounds for autoerotic. Figuring he can be of assistance, he eases
off his bunk.
And finds sharp metal thrust under his chin.
Kiryu holds a bed strut, worked free of the bunk. That's what she
Just thought maybe you was --
I know what you were thinking. Now
get away before I bury this in your
worthless pygmy brain.
He backs off -- then snatches the shank away.
For a beat Domingo just stares, and the only question is whether he'll
rape her before or after he cuts open her throat. But then Domingo
eases back onto his bunk and lies down.
47 INT. STYLES' CELL
Glow-worms dot the ceiling like stars. One falls...
...and lands on Styles. He brushes it away and tries to get back to
sleep but can't: The night sounds of the prison -- SOBBING, FLUSHING
TOILETS, BARKING DOGS -- fill his ears. He rolls away from VIEW.
But a new SOUND rolls him back. This doesn't come from above like the
other sounds. This seems to come from...