What is this stuff?
Man, this stuff stinks.
- This shit smells awful. - Then don't breathe the fucking fumes.
I'm in a fucking pipe with it. How can I keep from breathing it!
I mean, don't breathe too hard.
You know, it... it's good to me.
So you miss Doc, right?
What makes you say that?
I thought you two got real close.
[Sighs]
I guess you've been looking through some keyholes.
- That's what I thought. - [Exhales] Oh!
Oh.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Whatever you say, but, uh, you don't look okay to me, sister.
I'm fine.
I hate this place. I hate this place.
Wow.
There's definitely something in here with us.
Okay. Don't light the fire until I give the signal.
This is the signal.
Got it? Can you remember that?
Aah!
[Groans] Shit.!
[Hissing]
[Thudding]
[Screaming]
Help me!
[Muttering] Buh...
Wait for the fucking signal!
Get down!
Aaah.!
Come on, come on! We gotta find the sprinklers!
Come on! We gotta help these guys!
[Screaming]
Come on! Move! Move!
Get to the waste dump. Don't open the doors!
[Explosion]
[Screaming]
No! No!
- [Shouting, Screaming] - It's all right.
It's all right. You're gonna be all right. We got you.
- Fire's out. - [Screaming]
Junior!Junior! Get down and cut him off.
We gotta get him out of here.
Come on. We're walking you out.
Junior! Behind you!
[Shouting, Indistinct]
Come on! Come on!
Come and get me, fucker!
[Junior Screaming]
[Panting]
[Dillon] Even for those who have fallen...
this is a time of rejoicing.
We salute their courage.
They will live forever.
Those that are dead, are not dead.
They have moved up.
They have moved to a higher place.
Crazy bastards.
Andrews used to call them Dillon's God squad. Keeps 'em out of mischief.
- You're not the religious type. - Me? [Scoffs]
Shit, no. I've got a job.
Look, uh... [Clears Throat]
I figure the rescue team gets here in four or five days...
six, tops.
Open the door, go in there with smart guns and kill it.
- What have you heard from them? - Nothing much.
We got a message received.
And later, we got something that said you were top priority.
They don't cut us in on much.
We're the ass end of the totem pole out here.
What if they don't want to kill it?
- Take it back? - Yeah.
They're not lunatics, you know? Gotta kill it.
Right?
Morse, please, cut me loose.
- No fucking way. - Come on, man. It hurts.
- Oh, sorry. - [Whimpering]
Come on. I haven't done nothing.
- Just don't talk to me. - Please, what did I do? Please.
I'll tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna sit here and guard your ass like I'm supposed to.
I don't need any fucking trouble with Dillon.
All I did was tell 'em about the dragon. What it did to Boggs and Rains.
I didn't lie. You saw it.
Fuckin' "A" I saw it.
Oh, please. [Whimpering]
If it gets in here, I'm dead. I can't run.
Look, it's not going to get in here. We've got it trapped.
So what's the big deal? Come on. Let me loose, man.
Don't I always give you cigarettes first?
- Yeah. - Aren't I your friend?
- I love you, Morse. - [Razor Clatters On Floor]
Why not?
But behave yourself. No fucking around...
or I'll get nothing but shit.
- So where they got it? - [Chuckles] In a waste tank.
We got that sucker nailed. I mean, tight.
- I gotta see it again. - What the fuck you talking about?
No more cigarettes for you.
Well, we got the first part. Now what do we say?
- Tell them we trapped it. - Right.
- What do we call it? - A xenomorph.
Right.
- [Clears Throat] - Spell it.
Here.
Hey, wait a minute. We can't kill it. We don't have any weapons, right?
[Ripley] Right.
See? That's all they ever tell us. Treat us like shit.
[Breathing Loudly]
- Off and on me now? - What the hell you talking about?
Talk to me, the beast.
You can't go in there, Dickens. The big motherfucker will eat you alive.
- Sorry. - [Gasps]
Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry.
Tell me what to do next.
So, you're telling me they're coming to take this thing away?
Yeah, they're gonna try. They don't wanna kill it.
We gotta figure out a way to do it before they come here.
Why do we have to kill it? You just said the company's coming for it.
That's right. They wanna take it back.
- Some sort of weapon. - Yeah, what's wrong with that?
They can't control it. They don't understand. It'll kill them all.
[Spits] Like I said, what's wrong with that?
Nothing's wrong with that... except a lot of innocent people will die.
[Sighs] I thought you were a religious man.
You don't understand, do you?
That world out there doesn't exist for us anymore.
We've got our own little world out here.
It ain't much, but it's ours.
So fuck everybody else.
No. Fuck them.
- Hey, Dillon? - Yeah?
Uh, Dillon, we got a teeny-weeny problem.
Fucking great.!
Miserable, crazy son of a bitch let him loose.
Got what he fucking deserved.
Well, now what are we gonna do?
Andrews was right. We should have kept the shithead chained up.
- [Gasps] - You okay?
Piss on her. The fucking thing's loose out there what are we gonna do?
I just said that.
And you're the dumb prick that let Golic out. You miserable little shit!
Come on. Cut that shit out.
- Tell your fucking bozo to shape up.! - [Gasping]
Wh-Wh-What do you think?
[Exhales] I think I have to get to the E.E.V.
- Why? What's up? - I just have to use the neuroscanner.
- You don't look so good. - Who gives a shit? What are we going to do?
Want a smack in the mouth, you stupid wanker?
Shut the fuck up and stop causing panic!
Panic... You're so fucking stupid, you couldn't spell it.
- Don't talk to me about panic. We ought to fucking panic! - Shut up, both of you!
[Dillon] Shut up.!
- Well, I'm out of ideas! - Oh, surprise me.
- What about outside? - Great idea.
The sun don't come up for another two days. It's 40 below zero.
The rescue team's 10 hours away. So that makes a lot of sense!
Wonderful. You just want us to stay here and let this thing have us for lunch!
I want you to get everybody that's still left together.
Get 'em into the assembly hall.
Okay.
Where'd she go?
- Need any help? - [Exhales]
I didn't mean to scare you.
You shouldn't be wandering around alone.
Do me a favor and run this keyboard, will you?
Okay.
- What do I do? - Hit "B" or "C."
What's "C"?
- "Display biofunctions." - That's it.
[Electrical Pulses]
Okay, we're hot. Now what?
Let it run a cycle.
It's real fuzzy.
Hit "enhancement."
[Pulsing Continues]
[Inhales]
Keep looking.
I don't know how to read this stuff.
Hemorrhaging will show as a dark patch.
[Clears Throat] Look for...
hairline fractures through the base of the skull.
- [Electrical Drone] - Little white lines.
What is it?
I think you've got one inside of you.
That's not possible.
[Panting] What does it look like?
- Horrible. - I have to see it.
- Freeze it. - You don't want to look at it.
Freeze it!
[Beeping]
I'm sorry.
All right. The fucking thing is loose. It's out there.
The rescue team is on its way with guns and shit.
Right now there isn't any place that's real safe.
But we stay here, in the assembly hall.
This place never had any fucking air conditioning.
If it comes in, it's gotta be through one of these doors.
Now we post a guard to let us know if it's coming.
In the meantime, you lay low, be ready and stay right...
in case your time comes.
Don't you start bullshitting, Dillon.
We're gonna be trapped in here like rats.
You got a weapon? You got a blade? Then you take it out and fucking use it!
Oh, right. So you think we're gonna stab this motherfucker to death?
No, I don't think shit! Maybe.
Maybe you'll hurt it before it takes you out, huh?
Isn't that something? Any of you got any better ideas?
And I'll tell you, until the rescue team gets here, we're fucked!
So you better get prepared.
Well, I ain't staying here.
Well, then, suit yourself.
Fire.
Furnace.
Yeah. Let's make it to the furnace.
Holy shit.
Well, all right.
Fuckin' "A."
- Fuckin' "A." - Fuckin' right it's right.
It's up. What do you want to say?
Tell them the whole place has gone toxic.
Are you kidding?
Then they won't come here. The rescue team will turn back.
- Yeah. I know. - What are you talking about?
Our only hope is that they kill this fucker.
And maybe they can do something for you. I don't know, freeze you...
They can do an operation. They've got the technology.
If this organism gets off the planet, it'll kill everything.
The company doesn't care about that.
They just want it for their bioweapons division, okay?
So we can't let them come here.
Fuck you.
Look, I'm sorry you've got this thing inside you, but I'm getting rescued.
I don't give a shit about these stupid prisoners, but I've got a wife, a kid.
- I'll go home on the next rotation! - I know. This is hard.
I'm gonna send this message back, and I need that fucking code.
I'm sorry, babe. It's classified.
Listen, you stupid little shit! This has got to be done, okay?
- There are no alternatives! - No way!
You're not getting it! No fucking way!
[Computer Beeps]
Look, it's nothing personal.
Understand?
I think you're okay.
[Exhales]
Thanks.
- Have you got any ideas? - [Exhales]
It won't kill me.
I'm carrying the new queen.
It won't kill its future.
- Do you wanna bet this thing's that smart? - I don't know.
[Clears Throat] Maybe I'll go find it. See how smart it is.
- You're gonna go and look for it? - Yeah.
I have a pretty good idea of where it is.
It's just down there... in the basement.
- This whole place is a basement. - [Chuckles]
It's a metaphor. Wanna come?
- Fuck me. - [Computer Beeping]
[Panting]
Where are you when I need you?
- [Clanking] - [Hissing]
[Exhales]
Don't be afraid.
I'm part of the family.
[Exhales]
You've been in my life so long...
I can't remember anything else.
Now do something for me.
It's easy.
Just...
Just do what you do.
- [Grunts] - [Hisses]
[Metal Clatters]
[Hisses]
- Oh.! - [Thud]
It won't kill me.
- What are you doing? You're supposed to be laying low. - I have one inside of me.
The big one won't kill its own.
- What are you talking about? - I saw it...
an hour ago.
I stood right next to it.
I could've been lunch, but it wouldn't touch me.
It ran away.
It knows I'm carrying its future.
Aw, bullshit. How do you know that thing's inside you?
I saw it... on the CAT scan.
It's a queen... an egg layer.
It can make thousands more like the one we've got here.
Still sounds like bullshit to me.
- If that thing's inside you, how'd it get there? - [Exhales]
When I was in hypersleep, I guess.
I was violated.
Now I get to be the mother.
I don't have much time...
and I can't do what I should.
I need you to help me.
I need you to kill me.
- What the fuck are you talking about? - I'm dead anyway.
I can't survive it.
But the one inside of me can generate thousands more.
It can wipe out the whole universe.
It has to die.
So somebody's gotta kill me.
Are you up to it?
You don't have to worry about that.
[Sighs]
No speeches.
No prayers.
[Pants, Sniffs]
[Metal Clattering]
- What's going on? - I don't like losing a fight.
- [Metal Clatters] - Not to nobody, not to nothing.
- That damn thing out there has already killed half my men... - [Panting]
got the other half scared shitless.
As long as it's alive, sister, you're not gonna save any universe.
You said you were gonna kill me.
- You fucking coward! - [Shouts, Indistinct]
I want to get this thing, and I need you to do it.
And if it won't kill you, then maybe that helps us fight it.
- Otherwise, fuck you! - [Groans]
- [Whimpering] - Go kill yourself.
Dillon.
We waste this thing...
- then you take care of me. - No problem.
Quick, easy and painless.
This is the choice.
You die sitting here on your ass...
or you die out there.
At least we take a shot. We owe it one.
It's fucked us up. Maybe we can get even for the others.
- So how do you want it? - What the fuck are you talking about?
I'm talkin' about killing that big motherfucker!
Hold it, hold it. The rescue team's on its way.
We couldjust sit this out.
- [Ridley] A rescue team for whom? - For us.
They just want the beast. You know that.
I don't give a damn what they want.
They're not gonna pick us off one by one, are they?
- I wouldn't be so sure. - Come on. They're gonna take us home.
They're not gonna take us home.
[Morse] Still doesn't mean we should go out and fight it.
- Jesus Christ! Give us a break! - You guys have got to be fucking nuts!
- I've got a wife and kid. - Nobody gives a shit about you, 85.
You're not one of us. You're not a believer.
- You're a fucking company man! - Yeah, okay.
Okay, I'm a company man and not a fucking criminal.
You keep telling me how dumb I am.
I'm smart enough not to have a life sentence on this rock!
- Fuck you! - Piss off,85.!
And I'm smart enough to wait for some firepower to show up...
before we fight this thing.!
- Right, Morse? - Right. Okay.Just sit here on your asses. Fine.
How about if I sit here on my ass?
No problem. Oh, I forgot.
You're the guy that's made a deal with God...
to live forever, huh?
And all the rest of you pussies can sit it out too.
Me and her'll do all the fighting.
Okay. But I want the same thing as you.
I want to see it dead. I hate the fucker! They killed my mates too!
Why the fuck can't we wait for the company and have some guns on our side?
- Why do we have to go on some fucking suicide run? - Right.
Because they won't kill it.
They might kill you just for having seen it. But they're not gonna kill it.
That is crazy! That is horseshit! They will not kill us!
When they first heard about this thing...
it was crew expendable.
The next time they sent in marines. They were expendable too.
What makes you think they're gonna care about a bunch of lifers...
who found God at the ass end of space?
You really think they're going to let you...
interfere with their plans for this thing?
They think we're... we're crud.
And they don't give a fuck about one friend of yours...
that's... that's died.
Not one.
Have you got some sort of plan?
This is a lead works, isn't it?
All we got to do is lure the fucking beast into the mold...
drown it in hot lead.
All right. So how do we do that?
Yeah. What are we gonna use for bait?
- Oh, fuck! - We're all gonna die.
The only question is when.
This is as good a place as any...
to take our first steps to heaven.
The only question is how you check out.
Do you want it on your feet...
or on your fucking knees, begging?
I ain't much for begging.
Nobody ever gave me nothin'.
So I say fuck that thing! Let's fight it!
Fuck it! Let's go for it!
- Let's kick its fucking ass. - What if it runs at us?
That's a fucking good idea.
[Computer Voice] Two, one. Open.
When was the last time you used this place?
We fired it up five, six years ago.
You sure the piston's gonna work?
There's nothing for sure in this place.
[Crackling]
We trap it here first, then you pull the lever.
Start the piston. The piston's gonna push the motherfucker right into the mold.
Then one of the guys will pour the lead. End ofhis ass. End of story.
- What if somebody screws it up? - We're fucked. You got one chance.
One shot at it. That's all.
We'll never have time to reset it. Now remember, when you pull the lever...
for a few seconds you're gonna be trapped in here with that fuckin'thing.
You guys don't drop the ball, I won't.
You just better be right about that thing not wanting you.
Because if it wants out, that's how it's gonna go.
Through that alcove, through you.
- Where are you gonna be? - I'll be around.
- What about the others? Where are they? - Praying.
- You believe in this heaven shit? - I don't know.
Me neither.
Fuck it, though. What else have we got to believe?
You can say that for fucking sure.
What the fuck.
[Laughing]
[Laughter Continues]
Fellas! I can't he...
[Laughter Continues]
[Computer Voice, Indistinct]
I don't know about this shit.
Hey, guys! My door ain't working!
- What the fuck's he saying? - I think we'd better rethink this thing!
[Distant] Aaah.!
Did anybody hear anything?
Come on! Come and get me, you fucker!
It's behind me!
- It's started. - It's still behind me!
It's in Channel "B"!
It's still coming! Shut the doors!
Must be heading over to Channel "A"!
This thing is really pissed off!
- Did you say "B"? - No, "E"!
- But you said we should stay here! - Move your fucking ass!
Morse.
Kevin!
I think I found Vincent.
Yoo-hoo! Hey, fuckface!
Come and get me! Take your best shot!
[Shouting, Indistinct]
- Kevin, where are you? - "A-7" closed.
[Shouting, Indistinct]
Over in the east wing. Door "B-7" safe!
Aaah!
[Groaning]
- You too? - Yeah! Okay. Over to "E," everybody!
- Where the fuck is "E"? - This way!
Troy. Troy? Troy, help them.
- [Screaming] - [Panting]
Where the hell are they going? What about the plan?
- Look, you're immune, they're not. - So what are we doing?
Improvising.
We're improvising.
[Panting]
Here, here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Here, kitty, kitty. Oh, my God.
- Oh, my... You bastard! - [Hissing]
It's coming! It's coming down! Geez, it's coming!
It's onto us! Shut the fucking doors! That was the plan!
Geez, it's on the fucking ceiling.!
Dillon! Anybody! This is not a drill!
Kevin! Gregor!
Where the fuck are you?
[Shouting, Indistinct]
Now I'm back in "A"!
Shut. Come on.
Door 3, "F" Channel closed!
I hope.
- [Grunts] - Fuck!
- What the fuck are you doing? - What?
- Don't hold it like that. Hold it like this. - What the fuck...
- You'll fucking kill someone, you fucking moron! - Ow!
- [Hissing] - Aaah!
- Morse.! Kevin.! - Aaah.!
Gregor!
All they have to do is run down the damn corridor.
Stay here.
- Where the hell is it? - [Door Opens]
[Shouting, Indistinct]
- [Computer Voice, Indistinct] - [Shouting Continues]
[Panting]
- [Hissing] - Aaah!
[Distant] It's coming.
Aaah! [Whimpering]
- [Ripley] No! Don't start the piston! - [Cackling]
- No! We have to trap it! No! - [Grunting]
- What are you doing? It's gone! No! No. - [Stammering]
- [Panting] - It's gone.
Okay?
Okay.
[Gasps]
Aaah.!
[Screaming, Groaning]
- Aaah! Aaah! - What the heck?
- Aaah.! - All right!
- Kevin! Don't struggle! - [Groaning, Grunting]
Don't move! No! Don't struggle.
[Groaning]
Come on. Come on, Kevin. Come on!
- Come on! Come on! Come on. - [Gagging]
- The doors. - It's coming!
Take the piston!
- [Groaning] - Come on. I got ya. It's all right.
It's okay. I got ya. It's okay.
It's all right, Kevin.
Kevin. Kevin.!
[Door Closing]
Leave him.
Leave him. He's dead. We lured him.
[Hissing]
[Power Surging]
Shit. How much time?
[Dillon] I'm not sure. Four or five minutes.
But we've got to get it back in here before the piston seals this place off.
- Now, let's move it! - [Gasps]
[Computer Voice, Indistinct]
[Computer Voice Continues]
[Grunts]
[Panting]
[Shouting, Indistinct]
- Help me! - Jude!
[Jude Screaming] Dillon.! Help me, Dillon.!
It's coming at me!
Goddamn it.! Don't look back, Jude.!
Run as fast as you fucking can!
[Shouting] Help me!
God.! Please.! Help.!
- [Explosion] - [Computer Voice, Indistinct]
[Machine Whirring]
[Computer Voice, Indistinct]
- [Computer Voice] Channel "C." - [Panting]
[Door Opening]
Jesus Christ! Thank God you're here.
Warder Aaron, sir. 1-3-7-5-1-2.
- Not many of us left, sir. - Where is Lieutenant Ripley?
- Is she still alive? - If she's alive, she's in the furnace.
She's in the lead works with the beast.
Wouldn't wait.
[Grunting]
- Jesus Christ. You fucker. Scared me shitless! - [Laughing]
I thought you were the fucking beast. You fuck!
[Laughing]
Aaah! Wanker!
[Panting, Gasping]
Move. Come on, you bastard.
Come on.! Come on, get out of there.!
Come here.!
Ripley, we're running out of time!
[Grunting]
- Ripley, where are you? - [Grunting]
[Ripley Grunting, Groaning]
No!
Come on. Get out of there!
- What are you doing? What the fuck is wrong with you? - No! No!
- Let it go! Ripley! - Yes! It's working!
- Scream. - To the pistons.! No.!
Scream.! Let it follow us.
- Come on.! - We got to get it in front of the piston.
[Ripley] Get back here. It's following us!
- [Ripley Screaming] - [Dillon] Come on.! Motherfucker, come on.!
Come and get us.! Come on.!
- [Ripley] Open the door! - Come on. Come on.
Come on, motherfucker.! Come on.
[Ripley] Come on.! Get the door.!
- Get the door.! - Morse!
- Now.! - Shut it.!
- Shut it, Morse! - [Gasps]
Morse, shut that door!
- Now! - Shut the fucking door.!
Shut it now.!
I'm going for the lead!
[Hissing]
- Now! I'm staying. - What about you?
Bullshit.! There's gonna be 10 tons ofhot lead in there.!
- I'm telling you, I want to die! - We got a deal!
Remember? It dies first, then you! I'm not gonna move without you!
Now get going!
[Hissing]
- Dillon! - I've got to hold it here.
- What about me? - God will take care of you now, sister!
No!
Pour the lead.
- Fuck you. - [Hissing]
[Screaming] Pour it, Ripley.! Go on.! Goddamn it.!
Pour the lead, Ripley! Pour it now!
Come on.! Come on.! That's all you've got?
Is that all that you bite, motherfucker! Come on!
- Morse! Morse, over here! - [Dillon Screaming]
[Screaming]
- Ripley! - Pour the lead!
- [Dillon Screaming] - Pour the lead!
- Aaah! - Pour it!
- [Gasping] - [Grunts]
[Hysterical Laughter] All right, bug!
[Ripley Grunts]
[Hissing]
Ripley.! It's scalding hot.!
Hit the sprinklers.!
Douse the fucker.!
[Gasps]
- [Hissing] - [Grunts]
[Hissing]
Gotcha!
Yes.!
[Gasps]
- Don't come any closer. - Wait. They're here to help.
Stay where you are.
- Ripley. - Bishop.
- I'm here to help you. - No more bullshit.
I just felt it move.
- You know who I am? - You're a droid.
Same model as Bishop. Sent by the fucking company.
No. I'm not the Bishop android.
I designed it.
I'm very human.
The company sent me here to show you a friendly face...
to demonstrate how important you are to us...
- To me. - You just want to take it back.
- We want to kill it and take you home. - Bullshit.
You're wrong. We want to help.
What does that mean?
- We're gonna take that out of you. - And keep it.
Can't allow it to live. Everything we know would be in jeopardy.
You don't want to take it back?
Ripley, time is important. Let us deal with the mutant.
We've got a surgical bay set up on the rescue ship.
- Come with me. - It's very quick.
Painless. A couple of incisions, you'll be out for two hours.
Then it's over.
You still can have a life.
Children.
And most important, you'll know it's dead.
Let me help you.
What guarantee do I have...
once you've taken it out, you'll destroy it?
You'll have to trust me.
Please? Trust me?
No.
- What's this going to achieve? - Aaah!
- Stop! - Ow! Oh,Jesus!
- [Groaning] - Morse.
- Will you help me? - What do you want me to do?
It was a mistake.! There was no need for any of it.!
Fucking android!
I'm not a droid!
Ripley, think of all we could learn from it.
It's the chance of a lifetime.!
You must let me have it! It's a magnificent specimen!
No pictures!
What are you doing?
No!
[Grunts]
- Come on, you. Get going. - Oh, fuck you!
[Static]
[Ripley's Voice] Ash, Captain Dallas are dead.
Cargo and ship destroyed.
I should reach the frontier in about six weeks.
With a little luck, the network will pick me up.
This is Ripley...
last survivor of the Nostromo...
signing off.
[Beeping]