[Crew chattering]
[Parker laughing]
BRETT: This is the worst shit I've ever seen, man.
PARKER: Have you got any biscuits overthere?
RIPLEY: Here's some cornbread.
PARKER: Cornbread. Yeah.
LAMBERT: I am cold.
Still with us, Brett?
BRETT: Right.
KANE: IfeeI dead.
PARKER: Anybody evertell you you look dead, man?
Oh,yeah, right.
I justforgot something, man.
Before we dock...
I thinkwe oughtto discuss the bonus situation.
BRETT: Right.
PARKER: Brett and I thinkwe deservefull shares.
BRETT: Mr. Parker and IfeeI the bonus situation...
has never been on an equitable leveI.
You'll getwhatyou contracted for, like everybody else.
BRETT: But everybody else gets more than us.
ASH: Dallas, Motherwants to talkto you.
[Buzzer]
Yeah, I saw it. Yellow light'sfor my eyes only.
OK, get dressed, huh? Parker, let's go.
PARKER: Can Ifinish my coffee?
It's the only thing good on this ship.
[Beeping]
DALLAS: Good morning, Mother.
RIPLEY: Right?
KANE: OK.
Plug us in.
ASH: Thankyou.
Where's Earth?
You should know.
RIPLEY: It's not our system.
KANE: Scan.
I can't believe this.
KANE: Contacttraffic controI.
RIPLEY: This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo...
out of the Solomons...
registration number 1-8-0-9er 2-4-6-0-9er...
calling Antarctica Traffic ControI.
Do you read me? Over.
Commercial towing vehicle Nostromo...
out of the Solomons...
registration number 1-8-0-9er 2-4-6-0-9er.
-Nothing. -Keeptrying.
RIPLEY: Calling Antarctica Traffic ControI.
Do you read me,Antarctica? Over.
Ifound it. Just short of Zeta II Reticuli.
We haven't reached the outer rim yet.
That's hard to believe.
RIPLEY: Calling Antarctica...
LAMBERT: Whatthe hell are we doing out here?
KANE: I don't know.
Whatthe hell are you talking about?
That's not our system.
I know that.
PARKER: You ever notice how they never come down here?
I mean,this is where the work is, right?
BRETT: The same damn reason we get a half share to their one.
Ourtime is theirtime. That's the way they see it.
Same old shit, man.
PARKER: I know why they don't come down here.
It's because of you. You have no personality.
PARKER: Wonderwhatthey want now?
What's going on down here?
You happen to be in my seat. Can I have it?
-Yes. -Thankyou.
ASH: Sorry.
PARKER: What's happening now, baby?
DALLAS: Well, some of you may havefigured out...
we're not home yet.
We're only halfway there.
PARKER: What?
DALLAS: Mother's interrupted the course of ourjourney.
KANE: Why?
DALLAS: She's programmed to, should certain conditions arise.
-They have. -Like what?
DALLAS: Seems she has intercepted...
a transmission of unknown origin.
She got us upto check it out.
RIPLEY: A transmission? Out here?
DALLAS: Yeah.
What kind of a transmission?
DALLAS: Acoustical beacon.
It repeats at intervals of twele seconds.
-S.O.S.? -I don't know.
RIPLEY: Human?
DALLAS: Unknown.
PARKER: So what?
KANE: We're obligated under Section B-two--
PARKER: I hate to bring this up...
butthis is a commercial ship, not a rescue ship.
It's not in my contract to do this kind of duty.
You wantto give me some money to do it, I'll be happy to.
-Parker. -The man's right.
PARKER: Let's go over the bonus situation.
ASH: Can I say something?
PARKER: Let's talk aboutthe bonuses.
ASH: There is a clause which specifically states...
any systematized transmission...
indicating a possible intelligent origin...
must be investigated.
PARKER: I don'twantto hear it. I wantto go home and party.
Parker,will you just listen to the man?
On penalty of totalforfeiture of shares.
No money.
You gotthat?
PARKER: Well,yeah.
All right,we're going in.
PARKER: Yeah,we're going in, aren'twe?
LAMBERT: Approaching orbital apogee.
Mark.
Twelve, eleven...
ASH: Equatorial orbit nailed.
-Main stabilizers in. -Eight seconds on descent.
KANE: Grids energized. Fieldsfocused.
LAMBERT: Five,four...
[Voices overlapping]
Putthe D.O.R.s in-line.
RIPLEY: How's the status on the lifters?
DALLAS: Give me an A.C. pressure reading.
ASH: Forty-eight seconds and counting.
RIPLEY: SR-one stable.
DALLAS: Prepare to disengage from platform.
LAMBERT: Twenty seconds.
Eighteen, seventeen...
sixteen,fifteen...
fourteen,thirteen...
twelve, eleven,ten...
seven, six...
five,four...
three,two, one, lock.
DALLAS: Disengage.
OK.
Money's safe. Let's take her down.
KANE: Roll 92 degrees portyaw.
RIPLEY: Prime the port.
RIPLEY: Prime ventral.
Prime dorsal.
DALLAS: Down a degree.
LAMBERT: Nine hundred meters and dropping.
Thirty-nine thousand.
RIPLEY: Turbulence.
Locked andfloating. Drop us any time now.
Inertial damping's going off.
Hold on, people, there's gonna be a little bump.
[Screech]
Whatthe hell was that?
BRETT: Pressure dropping in deckthree.
Must've lost a shield.
Let's go with it.
ASH: Dropping off now.
Still dropping.
There we are. We've got it.
Take her down.
Navigation lights on.
ASH: We've gotfive-three still out. No problem.
Just down eleven percent. Grid status...OK.
LAMBERT: Fifteen meters and dropping.
Twelve, eleven,ten...
nine, eight...
seven, six...
five,four...
three,two, one.
Kill drive engines.
[Siren]
DALLAS: Whatthe hell happened?
[Siren slows]
DALLAS: Somebody give me a straight answer!
-Is the hull breached? -We've still got pressure.
DALLAS: Hitthe screens.
[Wind howling]
PARKER ON INTERCOM: Secondary load-sharing unit is out.
Three of thefour cells are gone.
RIPLEY: Is that it?
PARKER: Hold on. We can'tfix it out here anyway.
We need to reroute a couple of these ducts.
KANE: Dry-docktime.
BRETT: Dry-dock. Tell them we need to dry-dock.
PARKER: We couldn'tfix it out here anyway.
We gotto reroute all these ducts.
In orderto do that, we've gotto dry-dock.
DALLAS: [Sighs] What else?
PARKER: Somefragments caked up...
and we've gotto clean it all out and repressurize it.
DALLAS: How long before we'refunctional?
PARKER: What?
BRETT: Seventeen hours,tell him.
PARKER: At leasttwenty-five hours.
RIPLEY: Get started. I'll be right down.
PARKER: What's she coming down herefor?
BRETT: She'd better stay thefuck out of my way.
PARKER: I'd like to see what she'll do.
DALLAS: Any response yet?
ASH: Nope. Absolutely nothing...
exceptthe same transmission every twelve seconds.
All the other channels are dead.
DALLAS: Kick on thefloods.
KANE: We can't go anywhere in this.
DALLAS: Mm-hmm.
ASH: Mother says the sun's coming up in twenty minutes.
DALLAS: Howfar are we from the source of transmission?
ASH: Northeast, just undertwo thousand meters.
KANE: Walking distance?
[Dallas chuckles]
DALLAS: Can you give me an atmospheric?
ASH: Yes.
ASH: Oh.
It's almost primordial.
There's inert nitrogen...
high concentration of carbon dioxide crystals...
methane.
I'm working on the trace elements.
DALLAS: Anything else?
ASH: Yes. There's rock--lava base.
Deep cold,well below the line.
DALLAS: Mm-hmm.
KANE: I'll volunteerto be in thefirst groupto go out.
DALLAS: Yeah,thatfigures.
You,too, Lambert.
LAMBERT: Swell.
DALLAS: Better break outthe weapons.
[Blows]
LAMBERT: I can't see a goddamn thing.
DALLAS: Ash, are you receiving?
ASH: Good contact on my board.
DALLAS: Clear andfree. Keepthe line open.
Let's go.
PARKER: Hey, Ripley!
Hey, Ripley, I wantto askyou a question.
If theyfind whatthey're lookingfor,
does that mean we getfull shares?
Don'tworry, Parker.
Yeah. You'll get whatever's coming to you.
BRETT: Look, I'm not going to do any more work...
till we getthis straightened out.
RIPLEY: Brett,you're guaranteed by law to get a share.
PARKER: What?
Why don'tyou justfuck off?
PARKER: What?
BRETT: What did you say, Rip?
RlPLEY: If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge.
PARKER: Don'tworry about it, baby.
Hey, Ripley. Come back here!
BRETT: Ha ha ha ha!
PARKER: Son of a bitch.
BRETT: What's the matter?
LAMBERT: I can't see a goddamn thing.
KANE: Quit griping.
LAMBERT: I like griping.
DALLAS: Come on, knock it off.
How's it going?
ASH: All right.
RIPLEY: Have you tried putting thattransmission...
through E.C.I.U.?
ASH: No. Mother hasn't identified ityet.
Do you mind if I give it a shot?
ASH: Please do.
DALLAS: Ash, can you see this?
ASH: Yes, I can.
I've never seen anything like it.
DALLAS: It's very bizarre.
KANE: You said it.
DALLAS: All right.
Moving on to second...position.
LAMBERT: What is it?
Let's get out of here.
KANE: We've come thisfar. We must go on.
We have to go on.
Will you say that again?
Shit.
DALLAS: Ash, as you can see, it's hard to describe.
ASH: I'm going backto the console.
[Garbled voice]
DALLAS: [Faint] Seems to be solid...
to walk.
You OK, Lambert?
[Garbled transmission from Dallas]
Dallas?
Come on down here.
Something different down here.
I don't know what it is, but...
See if we can get upthatwall...
then get upthatwall behind there.
KANE: Amazing.
DALLAS: An alien lifeform.
Looks like it's been dead a long time.
Fossilized.
Looks like it's grown out of the chair.
DALLAS: Oh.
Bones are bent outward...
like he explodedfrom inside.
LAMBERT: I wonderwhat happened to the rest of the crew?
Let's getthe hell out of here.
KANE: Dallas, Lambert! Come on over here.
Come on.
-What have you got? -See whatyou make of this.
Ash,thattransmission.
Mother's deciphered part of it. It doesn't look like an S.O.S.
ASH: What is itthen?
It looks like a warning.
I'm going to go out afterthem.
What's the point?
I mean, by the time ittakes to getthere...
they'll know if it's a warning or not. Yes?
[Sighs]
DALLAS: You OK down there?
Can you see anything?
KANE: I don't know. A cave.
A cave of some sort, but I...
I don't know, but it's like the goddamn tropics in here.
Whatthe hell is this?
KANE: The pit is completely enclosed...
and it'sfull of leathery objects...
like eggs or something.
[Humming sound]
There's a layer of mist just covering the eggs...
that reacts when broken.
DALLAS: Kane!
You all right?
KANE: Yeah, I'm OK. All right.
I'm OK. I just slipped.
It appears to be completely sealed.
[Hiss]
KANE: Wait a minute. There's movement.
It seems to have life-- organic life.
DALLAS: You there, Ripley?
I'm right here.
ASH: OK, Ripley, I'm atthe inner lock hatch now.
RIPLEY: Right.
-OK, Ripley. -Right here.
DALLAS: We're clean. Let us in.
What happened to Kane?
DALLAS: Something has attached itself to him.
We have to get him to the infirmary right away.
What kind of thing? I need a definition.
DALLAS: An organism. Open the hatch.
Wait a minute. It could infectthe ship.
You know the quarantine procedure--
twenty-four hours for decontamination.
DALLAS: He could die in twenty-four hours.
If we break quarantine, we could all die.
LAMBERT: Open the goddamn hatch!
We have to get him inside!
RIPLEY: No, I can't do that.
If you were in my position, you'd do the same.
DALLAS: This is an order. Open that hatch. Do you hear me?
RIPLEY: Yes.
DALLAS: Ripley,this is an order! Do you hear me?
Yes, I read you. The answer is negative.
ASH: Inner hatch opened.
DALLAS: My God.
DALLAS: Whatthe hell is that?
RIPLEY: How is he?
DALLAS: How are we going to getthat off him?
How are we going to get it off?
ASH: Just a minute. Let me get some instruments.
RIPLEY: Oh, my God.
ASH: All right.
If I gofor an incision here...
to try and remove one of the digitalsfrom hisface.
DALLAS: You're gonna do what?
ASH: Finger. I'm going to try and get hisfinger off.
Getthis on there.
DALLAS: It's tearing his scalp.
ASH: I know!
DALLAS: It's not coming off withouttearing hisface off.
ASH: We'll have to take a look at him inside.
PARKER: How come they don'tfreeze him?
How come you guys don'tfreeze him?
ASH: All right, you can take your mask off.
What's it got down his throat?
ASH: I would suggest it'sfeeding him oxygen.
DALLAS: Paralyzes him, puts him in a coma...
then keeps him alive.
Now,whatthe hell is that?
-We've gotto get it off him. -Just a minute.
Let's not be too hasty.
We don't know anything about...it.
Now,we're assuming it'sfeeding him oxygen.
If we remove it...
it could kill him.
I'm willing to take that chance. Let's cut it off now.
You'll take responsibility?
I'll take responsibility. Get him out of there.
DALLAS: Where do you wantto do this?
ASH: We'll make an incision just below the knuckle there.
-Right here. -Stand by.
Good God!
DALLAS: That crap's gonna eat through the hull.
It's going to eatthrough the goddamn hull! Come on!
BRETT: What's going on?
DALLAS: This way.
DALLAS: Next deck.
PARKER: There it is!
Don't get under it! Don't get under it!
RIPLEY: Looks like it's stopping.
PARKER: Take a look atthis, man.
DALLAS: Brett,what do you got, a pen?
Give itto me, quick. Come on!
BRETT: Don't get any on your arm.
It stopped.
Haven't seen anything like that except molecular acid.
BRETT: It must be using itfor blood.
PARKER: It's got a wonderfuI defense mechanism.
You don't dare kill it.
RIPLEY: What about Kane?
DALLAS: Here's your pen back.
BRETT: What do we do now?
DALLAS: Leave Kane to Ash. You get backto work.
BRETT: Well,what--
BRETT: OK.
Try it.
I thought sure thatwas it.
PARKER: Try it again.
BRETT: IfeeI like I've been in this place a month.
We shouldn't have landed here in thefirst place.
BRETT: Shouldn't have landed on this damn ball.
I know that.
The soonerwe patch this thing up and get outta here...
the soonerwe can go home.
This place gives me the creeps.
RIPLEY: That's amazing. What is it?
ASH: I'd say it's, um...
I don't know yet.
Do you want something?
RIPLEY: Yes, I, uh...
would like to have a little talk. How's Kane?
ASH: He's holding. No changes.
RIPLEY: And, uh...
our guest?
ASH: Hmm.
RIPLEY: Hmm?
ASH: Well, as I said, I was still collating, actually...
but I have confirmed...
that he's got an outer layer of protein polysaccharides.
He has afunny habit of shedding his cells...
and replacing them with polarized silicone...
which gives him a prolonged resistance...
to adverse environmental conditions.
Is that enough?
RIPLEY: That's plenty. What does it mean?
ASH: Please don't do that. Thankyou.
RIPLEY: I'm sorry.
ASH: Well, it's an interesting combination of elements...
making him a tough little son of a bitch.
And you let him in.
ASH: I was obeying a direct order, remember?
Ash,when Dallas and Kane are off the ship...
I'm senior officer.
ASH: Oh,yes, Iforgot.
You alsoforgot the science division's...
basic quarantine law.
-No,that I didn'tforget. -Oh, I see. You just broke it.
Look,whatwould you have done with Kane?
His only chance of survival was to get him in here.
RIPLEY: Unfortunately, by breaking quarantine...
you risk everybody's life.
Maybe I should have left him outside.
Maybe I've jeopardized the rest of us...
but itwas a risk I was willing to take.
It's a pretty big risk for a science officer.
It's not exactly out of the manual, is it?
I do take my responsibilities as seriously as you,you know.
You do yourjob and let me do mine.
[Mozart's "Eine Kleine Nachtmusik" playing]
RIPLEY: Where's Dallas?
ASH: In the shuttle.
[Intercom buzzes]
Dallas.
ASH: I thinkyou should have a look at Kane.
Why?
ASH: Something's happened.
Serious?
ASH: Interesting.
[Music stops]
Ripley, meet me in the infirmary right away.
RIPLEY: Where is it?
ASH: I don't know.
We have to try andfind it.
DALLAS: Let's check it.
RIPLEY: Dallas, please be carefuI.
RIPLEY: Aah!
DALLAS: Sorry.
ASH: No, not in the corner!
Have one of these...
just in case.
Kane?
Dallas? Aah!
DALLAS: You OK?
ASH: I didn't see it. Was it in the overhead?
DALLAS: What? Itwas upthere somewhere.
ASH: My God.
DALLAS: Coverthe damn thing, will you?
It's alive!
ASH: That's a reflex action.
Well,we've got to have a look atthis.
ASH: Excuse me.
Seems dead enough.
RIPLEY: Well, good. Let's get rid of it.
ASH: Ripley,for God's sake, this is thefirsttime...
thatwe've encountered a species like this.
It has to go back. Tests have to be made.
RIPLEY: Ash, are you kidding? This thing bled acid.
Who knows what it'll do when it's dead?
ASH: I think it's safe to assume it isn't a zombie.
Dallas, it has to go back.
DALLAS: I'd soon as not burn it atthe stake...
butyou're the science officer. It's your decision,Ash.
RIPLEY: Dallas!
DALLAS: I won't change my mind. The decision's made.
RIPLEY: I'm nottrying to change your mind, Dallas.
I justwantyou to listen. Will you listen to--
DALLAS: Oh.
RIPLEY: How can you leave that decision to him?
DALLAS: I just run the ship.
Anything to do with the science division...
Ash has thefinal word.
How does that happen?
DALLAS: It happens because that's whatthe Company wants.
Since when is that standard procedure?
DALLAS: Standard procedure is to do...
whatthe hell they tell you to do.
Did you ever ship out with Ash before?
I went outfive times with another science officer.
They replaced him two days before we leftThedus with Ash.
I don'ttrust him.
I don'ttrust anybody.
What's happening with the repairs?
They're pretty much finished now.
DALLAS: Why the hell didn'tyou tell me so?
Because there's still some things leftto do.
Like what?
RIPLEY: We're blind on "B" and "C" Decks.
-The reserve power system is-- -That's a bunch of horseshit.
We can take off withoutthat.
RIPLEY: We can. You think that's a good idea?
DALLAS: I justwant to getthe hell out of here.
Dust in the intakes again. Numbertwo is overheating.
Spit on itfortwo minutes, would you,for Christ's sake?
RIPLEY: We're hot, and we're getting hotter.
Engine room, red clip status?
One kilometer on ascension.
RIPLEY: Engage artificial gravity.
LAMBERT: Engaged.
I'm altering the vector...now.
DALLAS: Inhibit CNG controI.
LAMBERT: Inhibit CNG controI.
-Struts retract. -Struts retracted.
LAMBERT: Max stress tofifth overload.
DALLAS: Ease it back.
Walk in the park!
Wefix something, it staysfixed.
Don'twe, Brett, baby?
BRETT: Right.
PARKER: I thinkwe shouldfreeze him.
If he's got a disease, stop itwhere it is.
He can getto a doctor when we get back home.
BRETT: Right.
RIPLEY: Whenever he says anything...
you say, "Right," Brett. You know that?
BRETT: Right.
RIPLEY: Parker,your staff follows you around...
and says, "Right," just like a parrot.
PARKER: Shape up. You some kind of parrot?
-Right. -Knock it off!
DALLAS: Kane's going into quarantine. That's it!
RIPLEY: Yes, and so will we.
LAMBERT: How about something to loweryour spirits?
DALLAS: Thrill me,will you, please?
LAMBERT: Well, according to my calculations...
based on time spent getting to andfrom the planet--
DALLAS: Just give me the shortversion.
-Howfarto Earth? -Ten months.
-Oh, God. -Great.
[Intercom buzzes]
RIPLEY: Yes?
ASH: Dallas, I thinkyou should come and see Kane.
DALLAS: Has his condition changed?
ASH: It's simpler if you just come and see him.
RIPLEY: We're on ourway.
BRETT: Right.
[Parker laughing]
LAMBERT: How are you doing?
[Kane coughing]
PARKER: How you doing?
Oh,terrific. Next silly question.
KANE: Oh,thankyou.
DALLAS: You remember anything aboutthe planet?
RIPLEY: What's the lastthing you do remember?
I remember some horrible dream about smothering, and...
Anyway,where are we?
-Right here. -On ourway home.
Backto the oldfreezerinos.
I've gotto have something to eat before we go back.
I need something myself.
DALLAS: Yeah. One more meal before bedtime. I'm buying.
Hey,that's a break.
[Chattering]
PARKER: What--what happened to this guy?
KANE: Thefirstthing I'm gonna do when I get back...
is to get some decentfood.
PARKER: I can dig it, man.
I've eaten worsefood than this...
butthen I've tasted better, you know?
LAMBERT: You pound it down like there's no tomorrow.
PARKER: I'd rather be eating something eIse...
but right now, I'll sticktofood.
KANE: Well,you should know. You know what it's made of.
PARKER: I don'twantto talk aboutwhat it's made of.
I'm eating this.
[Kane coughing]
PARKER: What's the matter? Thefood ain'tthat bad, baby.
-Are you choking? -What's wrong?
DALLAS: What?
Kane,what's the matter?
[Kane screaming and gagging]
-Getthe spoon in! -Hold him down!
ASH: Getthe spoon in his mouth!
PARKER: Damn it!
-Get it in his mouth! -I'm trying!
KANE: Aaahh!
Aah!
LAMBERT: Aah!
KANE: Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!
[Screaming]
Uhh! Aah!
[Alien screeches]
LAMBERT: Oh, God!
ASH: Don'ttouch it! Don'ttouch it!
[Screeches]
BRETT: Dallas?
-Yeah. -Anything?
DALLAS: No. You?
BRETT: Nothing.
-Did you see anything? -No.
DALLAS: Inner hatch sealed.
Anybody wantto say anything?
BRETT: This is an ordinary prod, like a cattle prod.
It's got a portable battery.
It's insulated all the way upto here.
Just make damn sure nobody touches the end of it.
Shouldn't damage the little bastard...
unless its skin is thinnerthan ours...
but itwill give him a little incentive.
LAMBERT: Now we just have tofind it.
ASH: I've taken care of that.
I've designed this tracking device.
You set itto search for a moving object.
Hasn't got much of a range, butwhen you get close...
it gives off a signal.
RIPLEY: What's it key on?
ASH: Micro changes in air density.
DALLAS: Give me a demo.
[Whistling sound]
-You see? -Again.
[Whistling]
DALLAS: Gotcha.
Two teams--
Ash, Lambert, and I.
Ripley, you take Parker and Brett.
Now, anyone see this thing...
catch it in a net that Parker's holding.
Parker, I don'twant any heroics out of you, all right?
Catch it, put it in the airlock, and get rid of it.
Channels are open on all decks.
I wantyou to communicate at all times, all right?
Let's go.
RIPLEY: I thoughtyoufixed tweIve module.
BRETT: We did.
I don't understand it.
PARKER: The circuits must have burned out.
BRETT: What have we got here?
PARKER: Damn it. Hold your light over here,would you?
Yeah,that's it.
I don't know if this will work.
Maybe I can just putthis in there.
BRETT: Right.
PARKER: Damn it.
BRETT: Checkthe insulation.
PARKER: Oh, shit.
[Trackerwhistling]
RIPLEY: According to this, it's withinfive meters.
PARKER: Let's open the door.
RIPLEY: Micro changes in air density, my ass.
It's withinfive meters.
PARKER: Be carefuI.
PARKER: Don't creep up on me with thatthing.
RIPLEY: You guys sticktogether.
[Whistling modulates between soft and loud]
Don'tfaiI me now.
BRETT: What? What is it?
RIPLEY: Parker, Brett. It's in this locker.
Getthe net.
I got it. I got it.
BRETT: Wait a minute.
RIPLEY: All right, Parker, when I say.
All right, now.
BRETT: Easy.
RIPLEY: Wait! Don't let him go!
PARKER: Whatthe hell are you doing, man?
BRETT: It's the cat, man.
[Parker laughs]
PARKER: Hey, look now. We had to bag it.
Now we might pick it up on the tracker again.
-I'll--I'll-- -Go and get it, man.
RIPLEY: All right,you get him. We'll go on.
Here, kitty.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Enough of that kitty crap.
Jones!
Jonesy?
Here,Jonesy!
Meow, meow.
[Meow]
Jonesy?
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Meow.
Here,Jonesy!
Jonesy.
[Meow]
Here, kitty, kitty.
[Cat screeches]
[Water dripping]
[Chains rattling]
Kitty, kitty, kitty.
Here,Jonesy.
Jonesy!
Kitty, kitty.
[Clang]
Jonesy?
Hey, come on,Jonesy.
Come on, baby. That's a kitty.
That's a kitty. Come on, baby.
That's a kitty.
[Hisses]
Hey, hey, I'm not going to hurtyou.
Come on.
[Growling]
Aaaaaaah!
Whatever itwas, itwas big and...
You sure ittook him into the air shaft?
Disappeared into one of the cooling ducts.
PARKER: It's using the air ducts to move around.
LAMBERT: Could he want Brett alive?
RIPLEY: What?
LAMBERT: Could Brett be alive?
RIPLEY: No. I mean, I don'tthink so.
DALLAS: This air shaft may workto our advantage.
Here it leads upto and comes out...
in the main air lock.
There's only one big opening along the way.
We'll coverthat up...
then we drive it into the air lock...
and zap it into outer space.
The son of a bitch is huge!
It's like a man. It's big!
[Muttering] Kane's son.
RIPLEY: Ash,the science department should heIp us.
What can we do to drive it?
It's adapted remarkably well to our atmosphere...
considering its nutritional requirements.
We don't know abouttemperature.
RIPLEY: What happens if we change it?
ASH: Let's try it.
Most animals retreatfromfire.
DALLAS: Fire,yeah.
Parker, can you rig three orfour incinerator units?
Give me abouttwenty minutes. I'll do it.
-Who gets to go into the vent? -I do.
DALLAS: No.
You and Ash...
take the main air lock.
Parker, Lambert...
you cover upthat maintenance opening, please.
LAMBERT: Right.
DALLAS: I'm atthefirstjunction.
RIPLEY: Dallas, I'm right here.
-Parker? -Yeah.
DALLAS: Lambert?
LAMBERT: I'm trying to get a reading.
RIPLEY: The air lock is open.
DALLAS: OK, Ripley.
RIPLEY: Ready.
DALLAS: Moving up.
LAMBERT: All right. I've got a reading on you now.
[Machine beeping]
DALLAS: Uh, open the hatch to the third junction.
OK, I'm through. Ripley?
Yes.
DALLAS: Close all the hatches behind me.
I'm moving on.
LAMBERT: Dallas, hold it a minute. I think I got it.
-Yes, I've got it. -Where?
LAMBERT: Somewhere around the third junction.
DALLAS: OK, moving on.
LAMBERT: It is right around there. Be carefuI.
DALLAS: All right.
I've reached...
the third junction, and I'm going down.
PARKER: Whatthe hell's the matterwith that box?
[Beeping]
LAMBERT: Dallas, hold your positionfor a minute.
I've lostthe signal.
DALLAS: What? You sure?
LAMBERT: Are you sure that it's notthere?
It's gotto be around there somewhere.
DALLAS: Checkthat out, Lambert.
You may be getting interference.
LAMBERT: Are you sure there's no sign of it?
It is there.
It's gotto be around there.
Dallas?
[Muttering] I can't believe this is happening.
All right.
Uh, am I clear? I wantto get out of here.
LAMBERT: Oh, God, it's moving righttowards you!
DALLAS: Uh...
LAMBERT: Move! Get out of there!
It's moving towards you! Move!
Dallas! Move, Dallas!
Move, Dallas! Get out!
No, notthatway! The otherway, Dallas!
[Screeches]
Dallas?
-No! -Take it easy.
PARKER: Dallas?
[Static]
Wefound this laying there.
No blood...
no Dallas...
nothing.
How come nobody's saying nothing?
RIPLEY: I'm thinking.
Unless somebody has got a better idea...
we'll proceed with Dallas' plan.
What?
And end up like the others?
Oh, no, you're out of your mind!
-You got a better idea? -Yes.
LAMBERT: I say thatwe abandon this ship.
We getthe shuttle and just getthe hell out of here!
We take our chances and just hope that somebody--
Lambert, shh. The shuttle won'ttakefour.
LAMBERT: Then why don'twe draw straws?
I'm not drawing any straws.
I'mfor killing thatthing right now.
RIPLEY: OK.
Well, let's talk about killing it.
We know it's using the air shafts.
Listen to me, Parker! Shut up!
PARKER: Let's hear it.
Let's hear it.
RIPLEY: It's using the air shafts.
-We don't know that. -That's the only way!
We'll move in pairs.
We'll go step by step and cut off every bulkhead...
and every vent untiI we have it cornered...
and then we'll blow itthefuck out into space.
Is that acceptable to you?
PARKER: If it means killing it.
Obviously, it means killing it...
butwe have to sticktogether.
How are ourweapons?
The weapons arefine.
This one needs refueling.
RIPLEY: Will you get it, please?
Ash, go with him.
PARKER: No, I can manage,Ash.
Don'tfollow me.
Ash?
Any suggestions from you or Mother?
ASH: No. We're still collating.
You're what?
You're still collating?
Ifind that hard to believe.
ASH: Whatwould you like me to do?
RIPLEY: Justwhat you've been doing,Ash--
nothing.
I've got access to Mother now...
and I'll get my own answers, thankyou.
ASH: All right.
ASH: There is an explanation forthis,you know.
RIPLEY: There is?!
I don'twantto hear your goddamn explanation!
I don'twantto hear.
I...
Parker.
Lambert?
Ash.
Open the door.
Ash!
Will you open the door?
Let me by,Ash.
RIPLEY: Aah! Aah!
PARKER: Whatthe hell are you doing?
[Ripley gasping]
Aah!
PARKER: Get her up!
Get her up! Get her up!
PARKER: Jesus!
It's a robot!
Ash is a goddamn robot!
God!
Holy shit!
Help me get thisfucking thing off!
LAMBERT: Aah!
PARKER: Oh, God! Oh,Jesus!
Oh, God. Oh, God.
PARKER: How come the Company sent us a goddamn robot?
RIPLEY: They must've wanted the alien...
fortheirweapons division.
He's been protecting it right along.
Parker,will you plug it in?
PARKER: Uh, I don't know why--
RIPLEY: Because he may know how to kill it.
RIPLEY: Ash, can you hear me?
Ash!
Yes, I can hearyou.
Whatwas your special order?
You read it. I thought itwas clear.
Whatwas it?
Bring back lifeform.
Priority one.
All other priorities rescinded.
That damn Company!
What about our lives, you son of a bitch?
I repeat--all other priorities are rescinded.
RIPLEY: How do we kill it,Ash?
There's gotto be a way of killing it.
How do we do it?
You can't.
PARKER: That's bullshit!
ASH: You still don't understand whatyou're dealing with.
The perfect organism.
Its structural perfection...
is matched only by its hostility.
LAMBERT: You admire it.
I admire its purity.
A survivor--
unclouded...
by conscience...
remorse...
or delusions of morality.
PARKER: I've heard enough of this.
I'm asking you to pull the plug.
ASH: Lastword, Ripley.
What?
I can't lie to you aboutyour chances, but...
you have my sympathies.
RIPLEY: We're going to blow upthe ship.
We'll take our chances in the shuttle.
-Blow upthe ship. -Good.
PARKER: Come on.
RIPLEY: When we throw the switches...
how long before the ship blows?
-Ten minutes. -No bullshit.
PARKER: If we ain't out in ten minutes...
we won't need no rocket tofly through space.
RIPLEY: We'll need coolant forthe air-support system.
RIPLEY: You two get all the coolantyou can carry.
I'll getthe shuttle ready.
I'll give you about seven minutes.
Come back up here, I'll shutthe switches off...
and we'll blow thisfucker off into space.
PARKER: OK. Come on.
-Ready? -Take care of yourself.
RIPLEY: Seven minutes.
PARKER ON INTERCOM: Take it easy.
[Meow]
Jones?
[Coolant hisses out of cylinder]
Jones?
LAMBERT: All right.
PARKER: OK, checkthe bottles.
Jones?
-How you doing? -Fine.
RIPLEY: Kitty?
PARKER ON INTERCOM: OK, go ahead.
RIPLEY: Jones?
Psst, psst, psst. Kitty, kitty, kitty.
Come here,Jones. Come here.
Jones?
Come here, boy.
[Kisses]
Come here.
Nice kitty.
Jones?
Come here. Come here, sweetheart.
Jones.
Jones?
Jonesy.
Aah! Aah!
Jones! God damn it!
Now I gotyou.
Here, sweetheart.
Nice kitty.
Oh, my God!
PARKER ON INTERCOM: Get out of the way!
LAMBERT: I can't!
PARKER: Get out of the way! It's going to kill us!
LAMBERT: No, I can't!
PARKER: For Christ's sake, get out of the way!
RIPLEY: Lambert!
PARKER: Get out of the way, Lambert!
RIPLEY: Parker?
[Lambert sobbing]
Lambert?
Lambert. Parker.
LAMBERT: Uhh! Aah!
Aah!
Get out of the room!
[Lambert hyperventilates]
LAMBERT: No! No!
RIPLEY: Lambert!
LAMBERT: Aah!
Aah!
Oh, God!
Aah!
Parker?
Ohh.
RIPLEY: Oh!
[Ripley breathing heavily]
MOTHER: Danger.
The emergency destruct system is now activated.
The shipwill detonate in T-minus ten minutes.
The option to override automatic detonation...
expires in T-minusfive minutes.
[Siren blaring]
MOTHER: The option to override automatic detonation...
expires in T-minus three minutes.
MOTHER: The option to override automatic detonation...
expires in T-minus one minute.
[Siren blaring]
MOTHER: Twenty-nine,twenty-eight...
twenty-seven,twenty-six...
twenty-five,twenty-four...
twenty-three,twenty-two...
twenty-one...
twenty seconds.
Nineteen, eighteen...
seventeen, sixteen...
fifteen,fourteen...
thirteen,twelve...
eleven...
ten seconds.
Nine, eight...
seven, six...
five,four...
RIPLEY: Come on!
MOTHER: three,two, one.
The option to override detonation procedure...
has now expired.
RIPLEY: Mother, turn the cooling unit back on!
Mother!
MOTHER: The ship will automatically destruct...
in T-minusfive minutes.
RIPLEY: You bitch!
God damn it!
Jones.
MOTHER: You now have one minute to abandon ship.
The ship will automatically destruct...
in T-minus one minute.
MOTHER: T-minus thirty seconds...
twenty-nine,twenty-eight...
twenty-seven,twenty-six...
twenty-five,twenty-four...
twenty-three...
twenty-two,twenty-one...
twenty seconds.
Nineteen, eighteen, seventeen...
sixteen,fifteen...
fourteen,thirteen...
twelve, eleven...
ten seconds.
Nine, eight, seven...
six,five...
four,three...
two, one.
I gotyou...
you son of a bitch.
[Meow]
Shh, shh, shh.
It's all right.
Shh, shh, shh.
[Meow]
Shh,Jonesy.
Silly boy.
All right. It's nice to see you,too.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
It's OK.
[Jones growls]
Aah!
Come on.
[Singing] You
Are
My lucky star
You
Are my lucky star
You
Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
OK.
Oh, come on.
[Singing] You are
My lucky star
You
[Alien screeching]
Are my lucky star
You,you're my lucky star
You are my lucky star
Oh, God.
OK.
[Breathing heavily]
OK.
Aah!
[Screeches]
Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo...
third officer reporting.
The other members of the crew--
Kane, Lambert...
Parker, Brett...
Ash...
and Captain Dallas--
are dead.
Cargo and ship destroyed.
I should reach thefrontier in about six weeks.
With a little luck, the networkwill pick me up.
This is Ripley...
last survivor of the Nostromo...
signing off.
Come on, cat.
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