[Raining, Thunderclap]
[Grunts]
[Thunderclap]
[Grunting]
- [Screams] - Shut up, you fuckin' bitch!
- [Screams] - Shut up, you bitch!
- Nobody's gonna hear you. - Goddamn it, let go of me!
Damn you! No!
- Hold still! Shh! Shh! - [Indistinct Yelling]
No.! Goddamn it.!
[Yells]
[Grunts, Groans]
You okay?
Now, you son of a bitch.!
Take off. I gotta reeducate some of the brothers.
We've gotta discuss some matters of the spirit.
- Aah! - Uuh!
Cigarettes!
Okay. Let's do it.
[Man] This is like 10 city blocks.
[Man Chewing Loudly]
- How many? - This makes 176.
Can't you chew a little quieter?
I'm trying to figure out how big this compartment is.
I can't think with all this goddamn noise you're making.
- You're not supposed to swear. - I'm sorry.
- Now, we've encircled this entire compartment once... - Hey.
What?
What the shit is doing that?
- You're swearing. - Shut up.
It's all right to say "shit." It ain't against God.
What the hell is going on with the candles?
Must be the wind from one of the vent shafts.
Backwash from the closest circulating unit.
If all the candles go out, how we gonna know where we are?
Somebody will just have to go back and relight them.
I guess I'm nominated.
Watch your step, brother.
Okay, who are the comedians?
[Liquid Dripping]
[Screeches]
[Man Yelling]
[Both Yelling]
- Quick, grab it. Here. - Help me! Help me!
Go! Fuckin' go!
Go, go, go! Quick! Run!
[Both Yelling]
Gimme that!
[No Audible Dialogue]
[Clattering]
[Yells] Get this fucking thing off me.!
Oh, fuck! [Yells]
Let me go.! [Yells]
No!
[Screaming]
[Beeping]
[Squishing]
[Arm Whirs]
Hey.
Ah, Ripley.
Hi, Bishop. How are you feeling?
My legs hurt.
Hey, listen, I'm sorry.
It's okay. I'm just a glorified toaster.
How are you?
I like your new haircut.
Bishop, can you access data on the flight recorder?
No problem.
[Beeping]
Golic?
- I am home. - What happened on the Sulaco?
Why were our cryo-tubes ejected?
[Computer Voice] Stasis interrupted.
Fire in cryogenic compartment.
- Repeat. Fire in cryogenic... - What happened?
What started the fire, Bishop?
Can you hear me?
The fire was electrical.
It was in the subflooring.
Did the sensors pick up anything moving around on the ship prior to separation?
It's very dark here, Ripley. I'm not what I used to be.
Just tell me. Does the recorder indicate anything?
Was there an alien on board?
Yes.
Is it on the Sulaco or did it come with us on the E.E.V.?
It was with us all the way.
Does the company know?
The company knows everything that happened on the ship.
It all goes into the computer and gets sent back to Network.
And they want it.
I hurt. Do me a favor. Disconnect me.
I could be reworked, but I'll never be top of the line again.
I'd rather be nothing.
You're sure?
Do it for me, Ripley.
[Whirring]
[Sighs]
[Men Chattering]
It wasn't me! I didn't do it!
[Chattering] It wasn't... It was the dragon.
Feeds on minds. It was...
- Nobody can stop it. - What about Boggs and Rains?
But they got s-slaughtered like pigs. It wasn't me!
- It wasn't me! - Stark raving mad.
I'm not saying it was anyone's fault, but he should have been chained up.
You called it, sir. Mad as a fucking hatter.
Keep him separated from the rest. I don't want him causing a panic.
- Clemens, sedate this poor idiot. - Yes.
Not until we know about the brothers.
No, now, pull yourself together. Talk to me now.
- Now, where are Boggs and Rains? - It wasn't me.!
[Andrews] Hopeless. You're not gonna get anything out ofhim.
- It wasn't me. - We'll have to send out a search team.
I'm afraid we'll have to assume there's a very good chance...
this simple bastard has murdered them.
Now, you don't know that.
He's never lied to me.
He's crazy, he's a fool, but he's not a liar.
He's telling the truth.
I'd like to talk to him about this... this dragon.
- It was a dragon. - [Andrews] You're not talking to anyone, Lieutenant.
I'm not interested in your opinion...
because you are not in full possession of the facts.
This man is a convicted multiple murderer, known for particularly brutal crimes.
Isn't that right, Mr. Dillon?
Yeah. That part's right.
Then I'll talk to you. It's important.
When I have finished with my official duties...
I will be quite pleased to have a little chat, yes?
[Andrews] Let me see if I have this correct, Lieutenant.
It's an eight-foot creature of some kind, with acid for blood...
and it arrived on your spaceship.
It kills on sight and is generally unpleasant.
And, of course, you expect me to accept all this on your word.
No, I don't expect anything.
- Quite a story, Mr. Aaron. - Right, sir. It's a beauty.
- Never heard anything quite like it, sir. - Expect not.
Tell me, Lieutenant, what would you suggest we do?
Well, what kind of weapons have you got?
This is a prison.
It's not a good idea to allow prisoners access to firearms.
What keeps them from killing you?
Fear. There's no way to escape.
With the arrival of the next supply ship, the company will eliminate them.
This is a maximum security prison...
and you have no weapons of any kind?
We have some carving knives in the abattoir. A few more in the mess hall.
Some fire axes scattered about the place. Nothing terribly formidable.
That's all?
We're on the honor system.
- Then we're fucked. - No, you're fucked.
Confined to the infirmary. Quarantined.
Mr. Aaron will escort you.
I think you'll be safe from any large, nasty beast while you're there, right?
Yes, that's a good girl.
- [Intercom Buzzes] - [Aaron] Let's all report to the mess hall.
Superintendent Andrews wants a meeting. Mess hall, right away, people.
Isn't there any way off of this place? Some way to escape?
[Laughs] No. Supply ship comes every six months.
- And that's it? - Mm-hmm.
Fuck.
They are sending somebody to pick you up quite soon, I gather.
Really. [Clears Throat] What's soon?
I don't know. Nobody's ever been in a hurry to get here before.
Do you want to tell me what you and Andrews talked about?
No.
- You'll just say I'm crazy. - [Liquid Swishing]
- That's a bit uncharitable. - [Inhales, Coughs]
How are you feeling?
[Sighs] Not so hot. [Clears Throat]
Sore throat.
Sick to my stomach. Pissed off.
Well, that's understandable given the circumstances.
Perhaps I should give you one of my special cocktails.
[Golic] I don't know why everybody blames everybody for everything.
Nobody's perfect, only human. I don't know a perfect human.
There's no such thing as a perfect human.
In an insane world...
a sane man...
must... appear... insane.
That's very profound, Golic. Thank you.
You married?
- Me? - You should get married, have kids.
Pretty girl. I used to know lots of them back home.
They used to like me.
For a while.
You're gonna die too.
- Are you? - What?
Married.
[Ripley] Why?
- Just curious. - No.
- How about leveling with me? - Could you be more specific?
When I asked how you got assigned here, you avoided the question.
And then when I asked about the prison I.D. tattooed on the back of your head...
you ducked me again.
It's a long, sad story...
and more than a little melodramatic.
Try me.
- [Liquid Swishing] - If you insist.
After my student years...
despite the fact that I had become...
secretly addicted to morphine...
I was considered to be most promising...
a man with a future.
And during my first residency, I did a 36-hour stretch on an E.R.
So, I went out and I got more than a little drunk.
Then I got called back.
Boiler had blown on a fuel plant...
and there were 30 casualties.
And 11 of them died.
Not as a result of the accident...
but because I prescribed the wrong dosage of painkiller.
I got seven years in prison and my license reduced to a 3-C.
At least I got off the morphine.
I'm sorry.
I think I was let off lightly.
Did you serve your time here?
I got to know this motley crew quite well.
So when they stayed, I stayed.
Nobody else would employ me.
So, do you still trust me with a needle?
[Gasping]
[Alien Screeches]
- [Yells] - [Whimpering]
[Hissing]
- [Growls, Hisses] - [Yells]
[Whimpering]
Magnificent.
[Dillon] Give us strength, O Lord, to endure.
We recognize we are poor sinners in the hands of an angry God.
Let the circle be unbroken until the day. Amen.
- [All] Amen. - [Dillon] What the fuck is happening here?
What the fuck is this bullshit that's comin' down?
We got murder. We got rape. We got brothers in trouble.
I don't want no more bullshit around here!
Now, we got problems, we stand together.
Yes. Thank you, Mr. Dillon. All right.
Once again, this is rumor control.
Here are the facts.
At 0800 hours, prisoner Murphy...
through carelessness on his part...
was found dead in vent shaft 17.
He seems to have been sucked into a ventilator fan.
[Panting]
At about 2100 hours...
prisoner Golic reappeared in a deranged state.
Prisoners Boggs and Rains are missing.
There seems to be a good chance that they have met with foul play...
- at the hands of prisoner Golic. - [Sighs]
We need to organize and send out a search party.
Volunteers will be appreciated.
[Panting]
I think it's fair to say that our smoothly running facility...
has suddenly developed a few problems.
I can only hope we are able to all pull together over the next few days...
until the rescue team arrives for Lieutenant Ripley.
It's here! It got Clemens!
- Stop this raving at once! Stop it! - I'm telling you it's here!
Aaron, get that foolish woman back to the infirmary!
- [Andrews Yells] - [All Chattering, Yelling]
[Man] Move it.!
Out of my way.!
Fuck!
[Dillon] We give you thanks, O Lord.
Your wrath has come, and the time is near for us to bejudged.
The apocalypse is upon us.
Let us be ready. Let your mercy be just.
- That thing was massive. - Amen. - [All] Amen.!
- I saw it. - Yeah, I know.
What the fuck do we do now? Who's in fucking charge?
Organize. We got to organize, right?
Right. Well, I guess I'm next in line.
- 85's gonna be in charge. Jesus, give us a break! - Don't call me that.
[Aaron] Okay, look. There's no way I can replace Andrews.
He was a good man. I know you guys didn't appreciate him.
Aaron, we don't want to hear that shit now.
Hey, sister, what about you? You're an officer.
How about showing us a little leadership?
Forget fucking Shirley Temple. You take charge.
- Right. - You run things here anyway.
No fuckin' way. I'm not the officer type.
I just take care of my own.
[Man] Well, what does this fucking beast want?
Is this mother gonna try for us all?
- Yeah. - Well, ain't that sweet?
- So how are we gonna stop it? - [Clears Throat]
- We have no weapons. Is that correct? - Right.
I haven't seen one exactly like this before.
Moves differently.
But the others were afraid of fire...
Not much else.
- Can we seal off this area? - No chance.
The installation's 10 miles square.
- There's 600 air ducts running to the surface. - What about video?
I see these closed-circuit monitors everywhere. We could try to find it that way.
The video system hasn't worked in years. Nothing much works here.
We've got a lot of technology, no way to fix it.
- What 85 is trying to tell you is... - Don't call me that!
we ain't got no entertainment center, no climate control...
no video system, no surveillance...
no freezers, no fucking ice cream...
no rubbers, no women, no guns.
All we got here is shit!
Oh, what the hell are we even talking to her for?
She's the one that brought the fucker.
Why don't we just get her head and shove it through the fucking wall?
Sounds good to me.
[Dillon] Morse.
Why don't you shut the fuck up?
Hmm.
Right.
Right. What are we going to do?
- What's this? - Um...
that leads from the mess hall to the infirmary.
It's a ventilation shaft.
Then we go in there, flush it out.
Hey. Hey, look, there's miles and miles of tunnel through there.
It won't go far.
It'll nest in this area.
Right around...
- here. - How do you know that?
It's like a lion.
It sticks close to the zebras.
Zebras? Oh, right.
But, look. Running around down here in the dark... Are you kidding?
Once you get out of this main shaft, there's no overheads.
- Don't we have flashlights? - We've got thousands of'em, but no batteries.
- I told you, nothing works. - Torches?
Do we have the capacity to make fire?
Most humans have enjoyed that privilege since the Stone Age.
No need to be sarcastic.
Never been used. They were gonna dump a lot of nuclear crap in there.
Never got around to it. It's clean as a whistle inside.
This the only way in or out?
That's right. Walls are six feet thick, solid steel.
Really knew how to build these babies.
You're saying we get something in there...
there's no way it can get out?
That's right. No fucking way.
[Whistles]
This is where we keep it. I forget what the stuff's called.
- Quinitricetyline. - I knew that.
Right. I've got to get these section arrangements organized with Dillon...
for the paintbrush, uh...
- So, um... - David.
- Yeah. You can get these drums organized. - Right, 85.
And, uh, don't call me that.
What's this "85" thing?
A couple of us sneaked a look at his personnel file the day he arrived.
It's his I.Q.
I saw a drum of this stuff...
fall into a beachhead bunker once.
The blast put a tug in dry dock for 17 weeks.
Great stuff!
All right. Let me get this straight.
You want to burn it down and out of the pipes...
force it in here, slam the door...
- and trap its ass? - Right.
And you want help from us y-chromo boys, huh?
You got something better to do?
Why should we put our ass on the line for you?
Your ass is already on the line.
The only question is...
what are you gonna do about it?
[Chattering]
Look at this.
There's only one of these fucking batteries in 2,000 that works.
- Hey, it could have been a lot worse. - Yeah.
We might have got the paintbrush detail.
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.