CUT TO. INT-PRISON CELL BLOCK, DAY: Mason and his company walk down a row of heavy, bulletproof glass cells on the sixth level up a wall of identical cells. They stop at one of the cells and look inside. Lying awake in the poorly furnished cell is Randall Whitcastle. He is now dressed in a navy blue prison issue jumpsuit. Mason leers in at Randall who barely acknowledges Mason's existence.
MASON
What if I told you, I could get you out of this place? What would you say to that?
Randall keeps staring at the ceiling.
RANDALL
I would ask, what's the catch?
MASON
I would say, what have you to lose?
Randall sits up.
RANDALL
Who are you and what are you doing wasting my time?
MASON
Believe me Mr. Whitcastle, this is no waste of time for you. Though, should you not hear me out, it will be a waste of mine.
Randall stands and moves to the glass. He looks at Mason genuinely intrigued.
RANDALL
What have you got to say to me?
MASON
You leave this place, with me, and I will guarantee you will live not to regret the decision.
RANDALL
Who do you work for.
MASON
The United Systems Military.
RANDALL
And what would the mighty USM want with me?
MASON
We've got this, little thing, going. We need volunteers.
RANDALL
"Volunteers" You mean lab rats.
MASON
I mean what I say Mr. Whitcastle. You volunteer for this program what have you to gain? Your freedom, power, and dare I say, vengeance.
RANDALL
Vengeance?
MASON
I saw the look you gave Officer Ericson in court. You stay here, you'll never see her again.
Randall backs away from the glass. He ponders the offer while pacing the cell. After a short while of pacing, he turns back to Mason.
RANDALL
You'll get me out of here?
MASON
Off death row?
RANDALL
Absolutely.
Randall smiles.
RANDALL
Deal.
CUT TO. EXT-PRISON, DAY: The prison facility is built on a rocky island in the middle of a stormy sea. The daylight is barely recognizable through the heavy rain. Resting on a helicopter pad on the prison roof is a large, armoured military craft. With helicopter blades, airplane wings and engines used for space travel, the fifty foot long vehicle is undoubtably imposing looking. Four figures hurry out into the storm which is now accompanied by an alarm.
Mason leads the group. The taller of his two accociates guards Randall and the third "suit" takes up the rear. Mason waves his hand in the air to the pilot. The machine's engine revves up. Three prison guards with large, powerful looking weapons burst through the door. One fires a shot at Mason. It is a particle weapon that fires a shot of compressed plasma that emits from the rifle as a brief, blue blast. The shot barely misses Mason and continues into the dark, stormy sky. The "suit" in the rear spins around and discharges five shots into the attacking guard. These shots are also energy bursts. The guard is torn apart by the powerful blasts. The other two guards fall back. Mason and his company hustle on to the vehicle.
CUT TO. INT-CHOPPER, DAY: The tall suit straps Randall into a red, bucket seat. Mason straps himself in, as do his accociates.
MASON
Get us the fuck outta here!
CUT TO. EXT-HELIPAD, DAY The helicopter quickly ascends. The two guards cautiously step on to the pad, one quickly moves to his fallen comrade. The other pulls his lapel to his mouth.
GUARD
This is Nicholson, we have a big fucking problem.
CUT TO. EXT-OCEAN, DAY: Now over a stormy Atlantic Ocean, the helicopter cruises over the water at about 300 km/h at an altitude of, no more than, 100 feet. The weather is shit. Pure shit, lightning, thunder, sleet rain.
CUT TO. INT-HELICOPTER, DAY: Randall sits passively, staring out the window.
RANDALL
Some remote island, right? One where no one on the land can hear you scream? Is that it?
Mason smiles wickedly and looks into Randall's eyes.
MASON
There is no island Mr. Whitcastle.
CUT TO. EXT-OCEAN, DAY: The helicopter's blades stop spinning but maintains its speed. The craft descends fast, smashing through the waves.
CUT TO. INT-HELICOPTER: The craft shudders and shimmies hard. Then, it begins to glide through the water. For the first time, Randall appears genuinely facinated. Randall moves to look out a window when Mason sneaks up behind him and injects a tranquilliser into the back of Randall's neck. Randall quickly slumps back into his seat.
CUT TO. EXT-OCEAN: The vehicle descends into the dark at a remarkable speed. After a short while of cruising through the sea, a grouping of lights appear at the bottom of the ocean. As the chopper slows, it nears a series of man made modules connected via a network of pressurised catwalks. All the catwalks eventually end at a 100 foot tall tower in the centre of the modules. The chopper moves around to a smaller module on the perifery of the matrix of structures. The vehicle connects to a small docking hatch.
CUT TO. INT-CHOPPER: Mason opens a port and steps on to a metal ramp. Surrounding him is the entire ocean sealed away from him by the same glass used in Randall's prison. About ten feet up the ramp is a metal blast door. Written on the door is the Weyland Yutani Corperate logo. The door begins to open. Standing on the opposit side of the door is Captain Soirez and Dr. Rudolph Ludwig. With them is Soirez's platoon with Seargent Cameron standing next to a large cryo pod. Rudolph steps towards Mason.
RUDOLPH
Did you get him?
Mason turns to his accociates pulling Randall off the chopper.
RUDOLPH
You really are a bloodhound man.
MASON
Comes with the territory. Can I ask you of a quick favour, nothing big?
RUDOLPH
Maybe.
MASON
Can I watch it happen?
RUDOLPH
Hey man, you'll need a strong stomach.
MASON
Rudy, after what I've seen in my lifetime, what you're going to do to him will seem like fucking the loosest chick in the system.
RUDOLPH
Well, in that case, walk this way boys.
Rudolph, Mason and company leave while Cameron, Soirez load Randall into the cryo tube.
MASON
What if I told you, I could get you out of this place? What would you say to that?
Randall keeps staring at the ceiling.
RANDALL
I would ask, what's the catch?
MASON
I would say, what have you to lose?
Randall sits up.
RANDALL
Who are you and what are you doing wasting my time?
MASON
Believe me Mr. Whitcastle, this is no waste of time for you. Though, should you not hear me out, it will be a waste of mine.
Randall stands and moves to the glass. He looks at Mason genuinely intrigued.
RANDALL
What have you got to say to me?
MASON
You leave this place, with me, and I will guarantee you will live not to regret the decision.
RANDALL
Who do you work for.
MASON
The United Systems Military.
RANDALL
And what would the mighty USM want with me?
MASON
We've got this, little thing, going. We need volunteers.
RANDALL
"Volunteers" You mean lab rats.
MASON
I mean what I say Mr. Whitcastle. You volunteer for this program what have you to gain? Your freedom, power, and dare I say, vengeance.
RANDALL
Vengeance?
MASON
I saw the look you gave Officer Ericson in court. You stay here, you'll never see her again.
Randall backs away from the glass. He ponders the offer while pacing the cell. After a short while of pacing, he turns back to Mason.
RANDALL
You'll get me out of here?
MASON
Off death row?
RANDALL
Absolutely.
Randall smiles.
RANDALL
Deal.
CUT TO. EXT-PRISON, DAY: The prison facility is built on a rocky island in the middle of a stormy sea. The daylight is barely recognizable through the heavy rain. Resting on a helicopter pad on the prison roof is a large, armoured military craft. With helicopter blades, airplane wings and engines used for space travel, the fifty foot long vehicle is undoubtably imposing looking. Four figures hurry out into the storm which is now accompanied by an alarm.
Mason leads the group. The taller of his two accociates guards Randall and the third "suit" takes up the rear. Mason waves his hand in the air to the pilot. The machine's engine revves up. Three prison guards with large, powerful looking weapons burst through the door. One fires a shot at Mason. It is a particle weapon that fires a shot of compressed plasma that emits from the rifle as a brief, blue blast. The shot barely misses Mason and continues into the dark, stormy sky. The "suit" in the rear spins around and discharges five shots into the attacking guard. These shots are also energy bursts. The guard is torn apart by the powerful blasts. The other two guards fall back. Mason and his company hustle on to the vehicle.
CUT TO. INT-CHOPPER, DAY: The tall suit straps Randall into a red, bucket seat. Mason straps himself in, as do his accociates.
MASON
Get us the fuck outta here!
CUT TO. EXT-HELIPAD, DAY The helicopter quickly ascends. The two guards cautiously step on to the pad, one quickly moves to his fallen comrade. The other pulls his lapel to his mouth.
GUARD
This is Nicholson, we have a big fucking problem.
CUT TO. EXT-OCEAN, DAY: Now over a stormy Atlantic Ocean, the helicopter cruises over the water at about 300 km/h at an altitude of, no more than, 100 feet. The weather is shit. Pure shit, lightning, thunder, sleet rain.
CUT TO. INT-HELICOPTER, DAY: Randall sits passively, staring out the window.
RANDALL
Some remote island, right? One where no one on the land can hear you scream? Is that it?
Mason smiles wickedly and looks into Randall's eyes.
MASON
There is no island Mr. Whitcastle.
CUT TO. EXT-OCEAN, DAY: The helicopter's blades stop spinning but maintains its speed. The craft descends fast, smashing through the waves.
CUT TO. INT-HELICOPTER: The craft shudders and shimmies hard. Then, it begins to glide through the water. For the first time, Randall appears genuinely facinated. Randall moves to look out a window when Mason sneaks up behind him and injects a tranquilliser into the back of Randall's neck. Randall quickly slumps back into his seat.
CUT TO. EXT-OCEAN: The vehicle descends into the dark at a remarkable speed. After a short while of cruising through the sea, a grouping of lights appear at the bottom of the ocean. As the chopper slows, it nears a series of man made modules connected via a network of pressurised catwalks. All the catwalks eventually end at a 100 foot tall tower in the centre of the modules. The chopper moves around to a smaller module on the perifery of the matrix of structures. The vehicle connects to a small docking hatch.
CUT TO. INT-CHOPPER: Mason opens a port and steps on to a metal ramp. Surrounding him is the entire ocean sealed away from him by the same glass used in Randall's prison. About ten feet up the ramp is a metal blast door. Written on the door is the Weyland Yutani Corperate logo. The door begins to open. Standing on the opposit side of the door is Captain Soirez and Dr. Rudolph Ludwig. With them is Soirez's platoon with Seargent Cameron standing next to a large cryo pod. Rudolph steps towards Mason.
RUDOLPH
Did you get him?
Mason turns to his accociates pulling Randall off the chopper.
RUDOLPH
You really are a bloodhound man.
MASON
Comes with the territory. Can I ask you of a quick favour, nothing big?
RUDOLPH
Maybe.
MASON
Can I watch it happen?
RUDOLPH
Hey man, you'll need a strong stomach.
MASON
Rudy, after what I've seen in my lifetime, what you're going to do to him will seem like fucking the loosest chick in the system.
RUDOLPH
Well, in that case, walk this way boys.
Rudolph, Mason and company leave while Cameron, Soirez load Randall into the cryo tube.