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Geek USA · 12-08-2002, 05:37 AM

there aren't any sheets on my bed cause i'm washing them and i'm really sleepy

12-08-2002, 05:41 AM

INT. OPERATING ROOM 145

Ripley and Newt are drenched as the sprinklers

continue to drizzle in the darkness. The SIREN

hoots maniacally, masking all other sound. Ripley

scans the room with her light, her hair plastered

to her face, wiping water out of her eyes. She is

eye level with a complex surgical MULTILIGHT. She

looks into its tangle of arms and cables, inches away.

Looks away. Her eyes snap back. SOMETHING LEAPS AT

HER FACE. She SCREAMS and topples off the table,

splashing to the floor. Newt shrieks and scrambles

away as Ripley hurls the CHITTERING creature off of

her. It slams against a wall of cabinets, clings

for a moment, then leaps back as if driven by a

steel spring. Ripley scrambles desperately, pulling

equipment over on top of herself, clawing across the

floor in a frenzy of motion. In a blurr of

multijointed legs the creature scuttles up her body.

She tears at it, but it is incredibly powerful for

its size. It moves like lightning toward her head,

avoiding her fumbling hands. Newt screams abjectly,

backing away, until she is pressed up against a

desk in one corner.

Ripley has both hands up, forcing the pulsing body

back from her face. The thing's tail whips around

her throat and begins to tighten, forcing the underside

of its body close to her. Ripley thrashes about,

knocking over equipment, sending instruments CLATTERING.

Water streams over her, into her eyes, blinding her

and making it impossible to get a grip on the creature's

body.

ANGLE ON NEWT as crablike legs appear from behind the

desk, right behind her. She sees it and, thinking

fast, jams the desk against the wall, pinning the

writhing thing. The desk jumps and shudders against

all the pressure her tiny body can bring to bear on it.

She wails between gritted teeth as the second creature

gets one leg free, then another and another. Squeezing

itself inexorably onto the desk top...toward her.

The legs of the chittering thing claw at Ripley's

head, getting a surer grip even as she whips her head

from side to side. The obscene TUBULE extrudes wetly

from the sheath on the creature's underside, forcing

itself between the arms she has crossed tightly over

her face.

mirrar · 12-08-2002, 05:41 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Geek USA
there aren't any sheets on my bed cause i'm washing them and i'm really sleepy

there haven't been any on mine for a few days now :erm

12-08-2002, 05:44 AM

139 INT. RABIN'S OFFICE - DAY - PRESENT . 139
KUJAN
And that's when you say in your statement
that you saw...

Kujan picks up his copy of Verbal's statement to the D.A.

KUJAN (CONT'D)
A man in a suit with a slim build. Tall.

VERBAL
Wait a minute.

KUJAN
(Looking at watch)
I don't have a minute. Are you saying it
was Keyser Soze? You told the D.A. you
didn't know who it was.

Verbal is drowning in Kujan's interrogation. He looks dazed.

VERBAL
I - there had to be dope there.

108.

KUJAN
Don't shine me, Verbal. No more stalling.
You know what I'm getting at.

VERBAL
I don't.

KUJAN
YES YOU DO. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M GETTING AT.
THE TRUTH. TRY TO TELL ME YOU DIDN'T
KNOW. TRY TO TELL ME YOU SAW SOMEONE KILL
KEATON .

For the first time, Verbal stands and tries to move away from
Kujan, but Kujan stays in his face, backing him into a
corner. Verbal shields himself with his hands and shuts his

eyes.

KUJAN (CONT'D)
TRY TO REEF LYING TO ME NOW. I KNOW
EVERYTHING .

VERBAL
I don't know what you're talking about.

KUJAN
YOU KNOW. YOU'VE KNOWN THIS WHOLE FUCKING
TIME. GIVE IT TO ME.

Verbal looks into Kujan's eyes with genuine terror. Kujan's
face is red, his body trembles. His locomotive breathing is
the only sound in the room.

VERBAL
I don't understand what you're saying. I
saw Keaton get shot, I swear to you.

KUJAN
Then why didn't you help him?

VERBAL
I WAS AFRAID, OKAY? Somehow, I was sure
it was Keyser Soze at that point. I
couldn't bring myself to raise my gun to
him.

KUJAN
But Keaton...

VERBAL
It was Keyser Soze, Agent Kujan. I mean
the Devil himself. How do you shoot the
Devil in the back?

109.
Verbal holds up a shaking, twisted hand.
VERBAL (CONT'D)
What if you miss?

Geek USA · 12-08-2002, 05:45 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Mirror_Untrue
there haven't been any on mine for a few days now :erm

what do you do?!?!!!!!!

mirrar · 12-08-2002, 05:48 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Geek USA

what do you do?!?!!!!!!

sleep on the matter cover with blankets over me

Geek USA · 12-08-2002, 05:52 AM

ay diosito santo..

i went downstairs and got my shit out of the dryer.. and it's still pretty damp but i put it on my bed anyway.. i guess it's gonna be a cold wet night for me

mirrar · 12-08-2002, 05:58 AM

Quote:

Originally posted by Geek USA
ay diosito santo..

i went downstairs and got my shit out of the dryer.. and it's still pretty damp but i put it on my bed anyway.. i guess it's gonna be a cold wet night for me

it's freezing in here because i have the windows open to air the place out *gets out extra comforter*

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Ugly Posts: n/a	INT. OPERATING ROOM 145 Ripley and Newt are drenched as the sprinklers continue to drizzle in the darkness. The SIREN hoots maniacally, masking all other sound. Ripley scans the room with her light, her hair plastered to her face, wiping water out of her eyes. She is eye level with a complex surgical MULTILIGHT. She looks into its tangle of arms and cables, inches away. Looks away. Her eyes snap back. SOMETHING LEAPS AT HER FACE. She SCREAMS and topples off the table, splashing to the floor. Newt shrieks and scrambles away as Ripley hurls the CHITTERING creature off of her. It slams against a wall of cabinets, clings for a moment, then leaps back as if driven by a steel spring. Ripley scrambles desperately, pulling equipment over on top of herself, clawing across the floor in a frenzy of motion. In a blurr of multijointed legs the creature scuttles up her body. She tears at it, but it is incredibly powerful for its size. It moves like lightning toward her head, avoiding her fumbling hands. Newt screams abjectly, backing away, until she is pressed up against a desk in one corner. Ripley has both hands up, forcing the pulsing body back from her face. The thing's tail whips around her throat and begins to tighten, forcing the underside of its body close to her. Ripley thrashes about, knocking over equipment, sending instruments CLATTERING. Water streams over her, into her eyes, blinding her and making it impossible to get a grip on the creature's body. ANGLE ON NEWT as crablike legs appear from behind the desk, right behind her. She sees it and, thinking fast, jams the desk against the wall, pinning the writhing thing. The desk jumps and shudders against all the pressure her tiny body can bring to bear on it. She wails between gritted teeth as the second creature gets one leg free, then another and another. Squeezing itself inexorably onto the desk top...toward her. The legs of the chittering thing claw at Ripley's head, getting a surer grip even as she whips her head from side to side. The obscene TUBULE extrudes wetly from the sheath on the creature's underside, forcing itself between the arms she has crossed tightly over her face.

12-08-2002, 05:44 AM	#15
Ugly Posts: n/a	139 INT. RABIN'S OFFICE - DAY - PRESENT . 139 KUJAN And that's when you say in your statement that you saw... Kujan picks up his copy of Verbal's statement to the D.A. KUJAN (CONT'D) A man in a suit with a slim build. Tall. VERBAL Wait a minute. KUJAN (Looking at watch) I don't have a minute. Are you saying it was Keyser Soze? You told the D.A. you didn't know who it was. Verbal is drowning in Kujan's interrogation. He looks dazed. VERBAL I - there had to be dope there. 108. KUJAN Don't shine me, Verbal. No more stalling. You know what I'm getting at. VERBAL I don't. KUJAN YES YOU DO. YOU KNOW WHAT I'M GETTING AT. THE TRUTH. TRY TO TELL ME YOU DIDN'T KNOW. TRY TO TELL ME YOU SAW SOMEONE KILL KEATON . For the first time, Verbal stands and tries to move away from Kujan, but Kujan stays in his face, backing him into a corner. Verbal shields himself with his hands and shuts his eyes. KUJAN (CONT'D) TRY TO REEF LYING TO ME NOW. I KNOW EVERYTHING . VERBAL I don't know what you're talking about. KUJAN YOU KNOW. YOU'VE KNOWN THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME. GIVE IT TO ME. Verbal looks into Kujan's eyes with genuine terror. Kujan's face is red, his body trembles. His locomotive breathing is the only sound in the room. VERBAL I don't understand what you're saying. I saw Keaton get shot, I swear to you. KUJAN Then why didn't you help him? VERBAL I WAS AFRAID, OKAY? Somehow, I was sure it was Keyser Soze at that point. I couldn't bring myself to raise my gun to him. KUJAN But Keaton... VERBAL It was Keyser Soze, Agent Kujan. I mean the Devil himself. How do you shoot the Devil in the back? 109. Verbal holds up a shaking, twisted hand. VERBAL (CONT'D) What if you miss?