Alien Resurrection script recital/competition! UPDATE! 06 NOV 2017

JOHNER - Just for colouring.

CHRISTIE: You in for another game?

Call- I'm tapped. I'm sleeping. (She drunkenly tumbles out of the room).

JOHNNER: Bitches should not play with the boys, they will get cleaned out.

(to Christie)

Rack'em up.

(As soon as Call can't be seen by the boys, she takes a deep breathe and gets focus.  All home brew stupor is shaken off in an instant, like she never had a drink.)

(Call wonders down the corridor till she comes to the restricted area door she was looking for.  She pulls out some high tech glove to get past the fingerprint scanner.  It takes a minute, but it works.  The door opens and Call steps in...)

(She's looking for the right cell door and when she finds it, she enters.  It's the one Ripley is in.  She kneels down next to the sleeping Ripley and draws a blade to force it through Ripley's chest.  Yet, right where the blade would go is a scar.  Call hesitates, staring, realization flooding her face.)

Ripley's eyes awaken like she knew this girl was there the whole time, "Well?"

Ripley paused to allow her to answer, but instead is obligated to speak again, "You gonna kill me or what?"

(Call- that little devil acting wasted).

Call - There's no point, is there?

Call than speaks what she now knows, "It's already out of you."  Christ..."  Now there is an urgency is Call's voice, "Is it here?  Is it on board?"  She's frantically looking for anything that can lead her to the stopping of the madness.

Ripley smiling "You mean by baby?"

Call - I don't understand. If they've got it, why are they keeping you alive?

Ripley- Curious. I'm the latest thing...

Call replies with her voice full of sickness, "Those sick bastards." (She has no doubt that Ripley is speaking the truth.  Call's perspective on humans and what they are capable of just sunk as deep as the shaft of the cell Ripley is in.)

She then continues after a guard passes far overhead with sincerity to the person she was so ready to kill in her sleep, "I can make it stop." Call continues to plead, "The pain... this nightmare.  That's all I can offer you." (She's so ready to take the consequences for what these humans, yet not so humane humans, have done.)  

Ripley holds her palm up, presses its against the blade tip in Call's hand.

RIPLEY - What make you think I would let you do that?

She pushes against the blade, it goes right through her palm and out the other side. The blood smeared blade smokes as the acidic blood in Ripley reacts with the metal. Call stares at her. 

Things aren't just making sense and the future looks bleaker than it did before with that alien being out of Ripley's chest and now Ripley, the Ellen Ripley who is back from the dead, is stabbing herself without even a flinch and that blade is smoking! 

Call replies with shock in her face and can't hide her complete interest, "What are you?"  This is something Call has never seen before or even heard of for that matter.  The more Call knows now, the better she can serve to protect. 

RIPLEY - Ripley, Ellen, Lieutenant First Class, number 36706

Call replies with caution and concern in her voice, like she's afraid to hurt this... person... she sees, "Ellen Ripley died two hundred years ago."  Call's eyes quickly study this... Ripleys' face to try and understand her emotions before Ripley has a chance to speak, or lie for that matter.  Ripley's face remains calm and confident with her answer, but than, as reality sets after a few breathes, Riple's vision disappears and her memories recollect in her mind as she unfocuses and thinks.  She's confused now.  Something doesn't make sense.

Call - Ellen Ripley died 200 years ago.

Ripley- What do you know about it?

CALL - I've read Morse (referring to Morse from Alien 3's contraband novel "Space Beast") - I've read all the banned histories. She gave her life to protect us from the beast. You're not her.

Ripley- I'm not her. What am I?