[Woman Vocalizing]
[Glass Cracking]
[Vocalizing Continues]
[Sizzling]
[Computer Voice] Stasis interrupted. Fire in cryogenic compartment.
Repeat. Fire in cryogenic compartment.
All personnel report to...
emergency escape vehicle launchpad.
Deep space flight will commence...
in "T"minus 20 seconds.
[Siren Wailing]
[Vocalizing Continues]
[Breathing Heavily]
[Alarm Blaring]
[Vocalizing Continues]
[Wind Gusting]
[Bell Tolls]
An E.E.V.'s come down.
Get down to the beach. There may be others.
Now!
Talk to me.
All right, all right. Let's get it going.
Keep it together. Come on. Right.
Right. Here we go, Mr. Dillon.
Give us strength, O Lord, to endure.
We recognize that we are poor sinners in the hands of an angry God.
Let the circle be unbroken...
until the day.
- Amen. - [All] Amen.
Thank you, gentlemen. This is rumor control.
Here are the facts.
As some of you know...
a 337 model E.E. V...
crash-landed here at 0600...
on the morning watch.
There was one survivor...
two dead and a droid that was hopelessly smashed beyond repair.
The survivor is a woman.
[Overlapping Chatter]
I just want to say that I have taken a vow of celibacy.
- [Man] So have we all. - That also includes women.
- Yes. - We've all taken the vow!
- [Man] Shut your gob, Morse. - [Morse] I'd like to say, that I for one...
do not appreciate company policy allowing her to freely...
intermingle with inmates and the rest of the staff.
What brother means to say is we view the presence of any outsider...
especially a woman, as a violation of the harmony...
a potential break in the spiritual unity.
We are well aware of your feelings in this matter.
You will be pleased to know that I have requested a rescue team.
Hopefully, they will be here inside of a week...
and evacuate her A.S.A.P.
[Man] Don't give us that.!
What's her medical status?
She doesn't seem too badly damaged.
She's unconscious. Can't give you a more specific diagnosis at the moment.
- Will she live? - I would think so.
Look. It's in everybody's interest...
the woman doesn't come out of the infirmary until the rescue team arrives.
And certainly not without an escort, right?
Sir.
Gentlemen, we should all stick to our set routine...
and not get unduly agitated.
- Right. - Correct?
All right. Thank you, gentlemen.
- All right. - [Man] Better get here sooner.
- There ain't gonna be much left. - Everybody's dead.
[Clattering]
What's that?
It's just a little cocktail of my own mix. Sort of eye-opener.
[Breathing Heavily] You the doctor?
My name is Clemens. I'm the chief medical officer here.
- Here? - Fury 161.
It's one of Weyland-Yutani's backwater work prisons...
it grieves me to say.
Do you mind?
This is basically a stabilizer.
I really ought to shave your head.
We have a big problem with lice here.
And when you're feeling better, I'll give you some clippers...
- and you can tend to your private parts yourself. - How'd I get here?
You crash-landed in an E.E. V.
Evidently separated from your mother ship before you hit our atmosphere.
You have any idea how long you were in hypersleep?
Coming out the way you did can be a jolt on your system.
Yeah, I'll be sick for a couple weeks.
- Indeed. - [Inhales]
[Exhales] Where are the others?
They didn't make it.
- What? - They didn't survive.
I have to get to the ship.
- I have to get to the ship. - You're in no condition for that.
You wanna get me some clothes, or should I just go like this?
Given the nature of our indigenous population, I would suggest clothes.
- [Clears Throat] - None of them have seen a woman in years.
Neither have I for that matter.
This used to be a 5,000 convict facility...
but it's been reduced to a custodial staff of 25.
- Why? - Keep the pilot light on.
The pilot light for what?
[Loudly] Blocked furnace. Natural methane.
We have a foundry, Lieutenant Ripley.
The inmates forge lead sheets for toxic waste containers.
How do you know my name?
It's stenciled on the back of your shorts.
[Men Yelling, Indistinct]
[Man] Release the cable.!
- Where are the bodies? - We have a morgue.
We put them there until the investigative team arrives in about a week, I think.
[Clattering]
- There was a droid. - Disconnected.
There were bits and pieces of him all over the place.
We put what was left on the rubbish tow.
The corporal was impaled by that safety support.
He never knew what hit him.
And the girl?
She drowned in her cryo-tube.
I don't think she was conscious when it happened.
I'm... sorry.
[Sobbing]
[Exhales]
- [Gasps] - What's the matter?
- Where is she? - In the morgue.
I have to see her.
I have to see what's left of her.
Is there any particular reason that you're so insistent?
Yes. I have to be sure how she died.
I hate to be repetitious about such a sensitive subject...
but it is perfectly clear that she drowned.
Was she your daughter?
No. She wasn't.
Um...
could I have a moment alone, please?
Yes, of course.
[Deep Breath, Exhales]
[Quietly] Forgive me.
What's she doing?
Okay?
No.
We have to do an autopsy.
- What? - I told you...
we have to make sure how she died.
And I told you, she drowned.
I'm not so sure. l- I have to see inside ofher.
You're disorientated. Half your system's still in...
I have a very, very good reason.
Well, perhaps you'd like to share that reason.
Possible contagion.
What kind exactly?
- Cholera. - Cholera?
There hasn't been a case of cholera reported for 200 years.
Please.
[Cutting Skin]
[Yawning]
Everything's in place.
There's no sign of infection.
- No indication of disease. - The chest.
Open the chest.
Careful.
[Bones Cracking]
[Sobbing]
Lungs.
Flooded with fluid.
Ergo, she drowned.
Now, since I'm not a complete idiot...
would you like to tell me what we're really looking for?
Mr. Clemens.
Superintendent.
I don't believe you've met Lieutenant Ripley.
What's going on, Mr. Clemens?
That's right, sir. What's going on, Mr. Clemens?
- Well, first... - [Clattering]
the lieutenant is feeling much better, I'm happy to say.
Second, in the interest of public health...
- I am performing an autopsy. - Without my authority.
Well, there didn't seem to be time.
But it's turned out all right.
- There's no sign of contagion in the body. - Good.
But it might be helpful if Lt. Ripley didn't parade around in front of the prisoners...
as I am told she did in the last hour.
It might also be helpful...
if you kept me informed as to any change in her physical status.
Or would that be asking too much?
- We have to cremate the bodies. - Nonsense. We'll keep their bodies on ice...
- till the rescue team arrives. - On ice.
There is the public health issue.
The lieutenant feels that there is still a possibility of a communicable infection.
I thought you said there was no sign of disease.
[Clemens] It would appear that the child drowned.
But without the benefit of proper laboratory tests...
it's impossible to be absolutely certain.
I would consider it unwise...
to tolerate even the possibility of an unwelcomed virus.
An outbreak of cholera would look extremely bad on a report.
- Would it not, sir? - [Clears Throat]
We've 25 prisoners in this facility.
All double "Y" chromos.
All thieves, rapists, murderers, child molesters. All scum.
Just because they've taken on religion, doesn't make them any less dangerous.
I try not to offend their convictions.
I don't want to upset the order.
I don't want ripples in the water.
And I don't want a woman walking around giving them ideas.
I see. For my own personal safety.
Exactly.
I will leave the details of the cremation to you, Mr. Clemens.
They may use the furnace, but I want everyone back in lockup by 2200 hours.
[Assistant] Recorded, sir.
- Ah, Christmas has come early, Murph. - What do you mean?
- Any dead ox is a good ox. - You're bloody right.
Smelly bastard's all covered in lice.
There's only seven of the friggin' things left, and then we're done with them.
God, I hates hosin' these bastards down.
I always get shite all over me boots.
- Sure we're gonna hose these things down, Frank? - Yeah.
If you had the chance, what would you say to her?
- What do you mean, if I got the chance? - You know.
- If you got the chance. - You mean, casual like?
Yeah. I mean, how would you put it to her if you bumped into her in the mess hall or somewhere?
No problem! [Grunts]
I've never had any problem with the ladies.
I'd say to her, "Good day, my dear. How's it goin'?
Anything I could do to be of service?"
- Then I'd give her the look, you know... up and down. - [Grunts]
And I'd give her the wink, the dirty smile.
- She'd soon get the picture. - Yeah, right.
And then she'd say, "Kiss my ass, you horny old fucker!"
I'd be happy to kiss her ass.
I'd be happy to kiss her anywhere she wants. [Smacks Lips]
- Yeah, but treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen. Right, Frank? - Told you before, Murph.
Treat a queen like a whore and a whore like a queen.
You can't go wrong.
What do you think killed Babe?
Beats me. She just keeled over.
- How old was she? - The charts say 11.
In her prime. Never mind.
- We'll chop her up later and throw her in the stew. - Right.
Hey, Frank.
What's this?
[Clattering]
"We commit this child...
"and this man to your keeping, O Lord.
"Their bodies...
"have been taken from the shadow of our nights.
"They have been released...
"from all darkness and pain.
[Gurgling]
"The child and the man...
"have gone beyond our world.
"They are forever eternal...
"and everlasting.
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
[Dillon] Why?
Why are the innocent punished?
Why the sacrifice?
Why the pain?
There aren't any promises.
Nothing's certain.
Only that some get called, some get saved.
She won't ever know the hardship and grief...
- for those of us left behind. - [Squealing]
We commit these bodies to the void...
with a glad heart.
[Squealing]
For within each seed...
there is a promise of a flower.
[Gurgling]
And within each death...
no matter how small...
there's always a new life.
[Gurgling]
A new beginning.
[Growling]
- Amen. - [Gurgling]
[All] Amen.
[Squawking]
[Man] I'll tell you, it's fucking weird.
The only one to survive that crash is a woman.
What trouble can she become?
She's already changed everything.
[Chattering Continues]
[Water Running]
What the fuck are we supposed to... [Continues, Indistinct]
[Men Chattering, Overlapping]
- I mean it. - [Chattering Continues]
[No Audible Dialogue]
Okay.
There's a lot of talk going around that we've got some disharmony here?
Any you guys want to tell me what the problem is?
[Sniffs]
Come on. Speak to me, brothers.
All right. I'll tell ya.
I don't mind the dark. I don't mind the bugs.
I don't mind wanderin' around in some cold, wet, damp tunnel for a week at a time.
I don't mind anything. But I mind Golic.
That the way you feel about it?
Yeah. The guy's crazy and he smells bad.
- [Snickering] - I ain't going out with him anymore.
You got anything to say for yourself?
Well, he's going with you.
Golic is just another poor, miserable, suffering son of a bitch just like you and me.
- 'Cept he smells worse. - And he's crazy.
Knock off the shit!
You got a job to do.
I don't want to hear another word about Golic.
Okay?
Uh-oh.
As I thought, Mr. Aaron.
- As I thought. - You called it, sir.
I just wanted to, uh, say thanks for what you said at the funeral.
My friends would have appreciated it.
Yeah, well, you don't wanna know me, lady.
I'm a murderer and rapist of women.
Really?
Well, I guess I must make you nervous.
- You have any faith, sister? - Not much.
Well, we've got a lot of faith here. Enough even for you.
I thought women weren't allowed.
Well, we've never had any before...
but we tolerate anybody.
- Even the intolerable. - Thank you.
That's just a statement of principle. Nothing personal.
You see, we've got a good place to wait here.
And until now, no temptation.
What are you waiting for?
Huh! [Chuckles]
We're waiting for God to return...
and raise his servants to redemption.
[Clemens] Dillon and the rest of the alternative people...
embraced religion, as it were, about five years ago.
- Tempt you? - [Ripley] I'm on medication.
- Hardly. - What kind of religion?
Some sort of apocalyptic, millenarian, Christian fundamentalist, uh...
- Right. - Exactly.
Point is, when the company wanted to close the facility down...
Dillon and the rest of the converts wanted to stay.
And they were allowed to remain as custodians...
with two minders...
and a medical officer.
And here we are.
How did you get this wonderful assignment?
How do you like your new haircut?
It's okay.
Now that I've gone out on a limb for you with Andrews...
damaged my already less-than-perfect relationship with that good man...
and briefed you...
on the humdrum history of Fury 161...
can you not tell me what you were looking for in the girl?
You attracted to me?
In what way?
In that way.
Very direct.
I've been out here a long time.
So have I.
Yech!
Hey, Spike. Spike? Spikey!
Are you down there? What are you doing?
[Yelling, Indistinct]
I really appreciate your affections...
but I am aware that they... deflected my question.
In the nicest possible way, of course.
[Ripley] You're spoiling the mood.
I have a job to do. Hmm.
I just want to know why we had to cremate the bodies.
And now that I'm in your cot...
you think I owe you an answer.
I think you owe me an answer.
Being in my bed's got nothing to do with it.
[Sighs]
I had a terrible dream in hypersleep.
And I had to be sure what killed her.
Anyway, I made a mistake.
Possibly.
[Sighs] And now I've made another mistake.
Really? What's that?
Fraternizing with a prisoner.
Physical contact. It's against the rules, isn't it?
Definitely. When was this?
I think you know.
I'm not a prisoner.
You have a bar code on the back of your head.
[Sighs]
That does deserve an explanation.
But I don't think now is the moment.
Sorry. We are rather spoiling things, aren't we?
- [Intercom Buzzes] - [Assistant On Intercom] Mr. Clemens.
- Mr. Aaron. - Superintendent Andrews would like you to report...
to vent shaft 22 on the second quadrant now.
- We've had an accident. - Something serious?
You could call it that. One of our prisoners has been... diced.
Sorry. I have to go.
Official duties.
[Door Opens]
[Door Closes]
- Who was it? - Murphy.
How do you know?
That's his boot.
I gave him the assignment, sir. He was a wanker.
No apologies, Mr. Aaron. It wasn't your fault.
Well, not much to say, is there?
- Death was instantaneous. - No shit.
I take it he was pulled into the fan.
A sudden rush of air, I'd imagine, except...
Right. Almost happened to me once.
I've told him so many times, "Stay away from the fans."
Nobody bloody listens.
Except the fan was blowing.
- What's that? - I don't know.
I want to see you in my quarters in 30 minutes, if you please, Mr. Clemens.
Have you got any ideas?
[Beeping]
Here you are. You know, wandering around without an escort...
is really gonna piss Superintendent Andrews off.
Will you tell me about your accident?
One of the prisoners has been killed.
- Really? How? - Hmm.
In the air shaft.
Poor soul backed into a nine-foot fan.
I found something at the accident site...
just a bit away from where it happened.
A mark. A burn.
Rather like the one you found on the girl's cryo-tube.
Look. I'm on your side.
I want to help, but I need to know what's going on...
or what you think is going on.
If you really wanna help...
find me a computer with audio capabilities...
so I can access this flight recorder.
We don't have anything like that here.
- [Sighs] Well, what about Bishop? - Bishop?
The droid that crashed with me.
I can point you in the right direction.
I can't join you.
I have a previous engagement.
This'll clop you up. Golic, don't fidget.
What's all this shit? It's not properly wrapped.
- What the hell does he ever do right? - Eat.
- He got that down pretty good. - Golic!
- You light a candle for Murphy. - Plus thousands.
[Golic] He was special.
- [Bangs] - Never complained about me once.
I loved him.
Is it true what they say?
His head split into a million pieces?
- [Man] Okay. Who's got the matches? - [Door Slams]
- Sit down, Mr. Clemens. - Thank you.
- Sugar? - Uh, no thanks.
- Milk? - Just a little, please.
Thank you, Mr. Aaron.
Listen to me, you piece of shit.
You screw with me one more time, I'll cut you in half.
I'm sorry. I don't think I understand.
At 0700 hours, I received word from the network.
I may point out this is the first high-level communication...
this installation has ever received to my knowledge.
They want this woman looked after.
- They consider her to be very high priority. - Why?
I have no idea.
But why did you let her out of the infirmary?
This accident with Murphy is what happens...
when one of these dumb sons of a bitches walks around with a hard-on.
I'm a doctor. You're the jailer.
We both know exactly what you are.
- Sit down. - I think it might be better if I left.
I find you... unpleasant to be around.
You do? Isn't that lovely? Consider this, Mr. Clemens.
How would you like me to explain your sordid history...
to your newfound friend?
For her personal edification, of course.
Now sit the hell down.
I don't like you. You're unpredictable.
Insolent. Possibly dangerous.
You question everything!
If I didn't need a medical officer...
- I wouldn't let you within light years of this operation. - I'm eternally grateful.
Keep your sarcasms to yourself.
Now, is there anything I should know?
- About what? - About the woman.
Don't play with me, Mr. Clemens. You spend every second you can with her.
And I have my suspicions not all of your concerns with her are medical.
Has she said anything to you...anything about where she's from, what her mission is?
What the hell she was doing in an E.E. V.?
She told me she was part of a combat unit that came to grief.
Beyond that, I assume it's all classified.
I haven't pressed her for more.
- That's all? - That's all.
- You're sure? - Yes.
- Nothing more? - No.
Get out of here.
[Door Shuts]