Post by HUDSON on Oct 12, 2010 7:00:44 GMT 2
;D bueno ya la mayoria vio la pelicula, es hora de debatir el final alternativo que se escribio en el guion de rodriguez, mike finch y alex litvak, leanlo a continuacion:
*****ALTERNATE ENDING*****
EXT. PIT - NIGHT
EDWIN
I could promise you this wouldn’t
hurt. But then I would be lying.
She strains to whisper something. Inaudible.
EDWIN
I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch
that.
Ear at her mouth. Three tiny word:
ISABELLE
So would I.
Something flashes in her hand, drawn from Edwin’s breast
pocket.
HIS SCALPEL.
SLASH!
He dodges. Grins.
EDWIN
You missed.
ISABELLE
I didn’t.
A thin line of blood wells up on his neck. Nothing more than
a paper cut.
In his own words:
ISABELLE
Very poisonous. Very deadly. All it
would take is one scratch.
On Edwin, comprehension dawning. And then...
The poison from the plant -- still coating the edge of the
scalpel -- hits him like a ton of bricks. His core
temperature rising. Neurons firing. Brain boiling inside his
own skull. Blood seeps from his eyes, lips, nose.
92.
He SCREAMS. Convulses. Doesn’t go gentle into that good
night.
All the torment inflicted upon his untold victims is visited
upon Edwin ten fold.
EXT. HUNTING CAMP
Black’s form careens into frame next to the totem.
It reaches for its gauntlet. Starts PUNCHING in the self
destruct code.
THWACK! The axe severs the arm at the elbow.
The creature HOWLS.
ITS POV: The last thing it’ll see on the way to hell is
Royce’s axe, as it descends toward it.
Driving it backward. Into the spikes of the totem.
BLACK.
FADE IN.
EXT. HUNTING CAMP - MORNING
A newly born sun peeks over the horizon. The long night --
and the terror it brought - are finally over.
The camp. Or rather what’s left of it. Smoldering. Decimated.
Post appocalytic.
The body of the Black Super Predator hangs off the totem, a
spike driven through the side of its head. Poleaxed.
Royce and Isabelle sit at the base of the monument. Bleeding.
Battered. 12 rounds. Still standing.
Nothing is said. Nothing needs to be said.
Silence.
Cut short by--
Ground begins to vibrate, barely perceptible at first.
Growing stronger, rising in intensity and volume.
93.
As if a freight train was coming toward them.
Slowly Royce stands up. Isabelle alongside him.
Ready for whatever comes next.
Dust and ash swirl all around, obscuring vision in all
directions.
Then the cloud settles, revealing--
A PREDATOR SHIP
This isn’t the Enterprise. Ugly. Battered. Functional.
They stare.
A form SHIMMERS into view. A Predator. Another. More. About a
dozen of them.
Royce and Isabelle. No energy to fight. No point to run. They
simply wait.
Predators part like the Red Sea. Their leader -- his armor
different from the rest, covered in trophies from untold
hunts -- approaches.
Surveys up our duo. The devastation. Last but not least, the
slain Black Super Predator.
Slowly he removes his helmet.
The face beneath it belongs to--
DUTCH
The man. The myth. The legend.
DUTCH
Not bad, kid. Not bad at all.
SMASH TO BLACK
THE END
y bueno encontre una imagen de como se hubiera visto ese final alternativo, he aqui:
¿que opinan ustedes? ¿ven factible esta idea? a mi me parece ridicula, estoy agradecido que no se haya incluido, y espero que ni se les ocurra agregarla en el dvd, un humano comandando yautjas es una idea bizarra, esa es mi opinion.
*****ALTERNATE ENDING*****
EXT. PIT - NIGHT
EDWIN
I could promise you this wouldn’t
hurt. But then I would be lying.
She strains to whisper something. Inaudible.
EDWIN
I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch
that.
Ear at her mouth. Three tiny word:
ISABELLE
So would I.
Something flashes in her hand, drawn from Edwin’s breast
pocket.
HIS SCALPEL.
SLASH!
He dodges. Grins.
EDWIN
You missed.
ISABELLE
I didn’t.
A thin line of blood wells up on his neck. Nothing more than
a paper cut.
In his own words:
ISABELLE
Very poisonous. Very deadly. All it
would take is one scratch.
On Edwin, comprehension dawning. And then...
The poison from the plant -- still coating the edge of the
scalpel -- hits him like a ton of bricks. His core
temperature rising. Neurons firing. Brain boiling inside his
own skull. Blood seeps from his eyes, lips, nose.
92.
He SCREAMS. Convulses. Doesn’t go gentle into that good
night.
All the torment inflicted upon his untold victims is visited
upon Edwin ten fold.
EXT. HUNTING CAMP
Black’s form careens into frame next to the totem.
It reaches for its gauntlet. Starts PUNCHING in the self
destruct code.
THWACK! The axe severs the arm at the elbow.
The creature HOWLS.
ITS POV: The last thing it’ll see on the way to hell is
Royce’s axe, as it descends toward it.
Driving it backward. Into the spikes of the totem.
BLACK.
FADE IN.
EXT. HUNTING CAMP - MORNING
A newly born sun peeks over the horizon. The long night --
and the terror it brought - are finally over.
The camp. Or rather what’s left of it. Smoldering. Decimated.
Post appocalytic.
The body of the Black Super Predator hangs off the totem, a
spike driven through the side of its head. Poleaxed.
Royce and Isabelle sit at the base of the monument. Bleeding.
Battered. 12 rounds. Still standing.
Nothing is said. Nothing needs to be said.
Silence.
Cut short by--
Ground begins to vibrate, barely perceptible at first.
Growing stronger, rising in intensity and volume.
93.
As if a freight train was coming toward them.
Slowly Royce stands up. Isabelle alongside him.
Ready for whatever comes next.
Dust and ash swirl all around, obscuring vision in all
directions.
Then the cloud settles, revealing--
A PREDATOR SHIP
This isn’t the Enterprise. Ugly. Battered. Functional.
They stare.
A form SHIMMERS into view. A Predator. Another. More. About a
dozen of them.
Royce and Isabelle. No energy to fight. No point to run. They
simply wait.
Predators part like the Red Sea. Their leader -- his armor
different from the rest, covered in trophies from untold
hunts -- approaches.
Surveys up our duo. The devastation. Last but not least, the
slain Black Super Predator.
Slowly he removes his helmet.
The face beneath it belongs to--
DUTCH
The man. The myth. The legend.
DUTCH
Not bad, kid. Not bad at all.
SMASH TO BLACK
THE END
y bueno encontre una imagen de como se hubiera visto ese final alternativo, he aqui:
¿que opinan ustedes? ¿ven factible esta idea? a mi me parece ridicula, estoy agradecido que no se haya incluido, y espero que ni se les ocurra agregarla en el dvd, un humano comandando yautjas es una idea bizarra, esa es mi opinion.
muy buena metafora.
