Happy. Birthday. Walter. Hill.
The first script excerpt I ever read was from Cinefantastique’s ALIEN issue, which contained the most thorough comparison of Dan O’Bannon/Ron Shusset’s original script with the Walter Hill/David Giler revisions. Hill’s influential staccato style made me think screenwriting could be very cool…Thank You.
A red stain.
Then a smear of blood blossoms on his chest.
The fabric of his shirt is ripped apart.
A small head the size of a man’s fist pushes out.
The crew shouts in panic.
Leap back from the table.
The cat spits, bolts away.
The tiny head lunges forward.
Comes spurting out of Kane’s chest trailing a thick body.
Splatters fluids and blood in its wake.
Lands in the middle of the dishes and food.
Wriggles away while the crew scatters.
Then the Alien being disappears from sight.
Kane lies slumped in his chair.
A huge hole in his chest.
The dishes are scattered.
Food covered with blood.