RIPLEY: My mommy always said there were no monsters.
No real ones.
But there are.
GEDIMAN: She's perfect.
WREN: Mm-hmm.
Careful.
Two centimeters.
OK.
Yeah.
Ready with that amnio.
Ohh.
And...
there it is.
Be careful.
[Screeches]
Jesus.
Clamp it.
GEDIMAN: What about her?
Can we keep her alive?
WREN: How is the host?
Doing well.
Sew her back up.
Excellent work, everybody.
WREN: How is our Number Eight today?
GEDIMAN: Appears to be in good health.
WREN: Hmm? How good?
GEDIMAN: Excellent...
as in completely off our projected charts.
Look at the scar tissue.
See the recession?
WREN: This is from three days ago?
GEDIMAN: Exactly.
WREN: Oh, this is good.
This is very good.
You're gonna make us all very proud.
[Choking]
WREN: Don't! I'm all right!
Now try this.
Hand.
Close.
Glove.
SClENTlST: Number Eight?
Fruit.
SClENTlST: Good. Cherries.
WREN: It's unprecedented.
GEDIMAN: Totally.
She's operating at a completely adult capacity.
What about her memories?
WREN: There are gaps...
and some degree of synaptic dissonance.
She's freaked.
It has connective difficulties...
caused by a biochemical imbalance...
causing emotional autism. Certain reactions--
Wait a second!
"lt" has memories!
Why does "it" have memories?
Well, I'm guessing, but...
inherited memories passed down generationally...
at a genetic level by the aliens, like its strength.
Plus a highly evolved form of instinct.
GEDIMAN: An unexpected benefit from the genetic crossing.
Oh, ho ho ho! I see.
Stupid me. Of course!
An unexpected benefit of the genetic process.
And I didn't even think of that.
GEDIMAN: You're not thinking termination?
PEREZ: Oh, boy, am I thinking termination.
WREN: General, we do not perceive this to be a problem.
PEREZ: Ellen Ripley died trying to wipe this species out.
For all intents and purposes, she succeeded.
I don't want her taking up her old hobbies.
-That won't happen. -We won't tell her.
PEREZ: Oh, I see.
And that's supposed to comfort me.
COMPUTER: ldentification, please.
[Exhales]
[Beeping]
COMPUTER: Please try again.
[Exhales]
COMPUTER: Thank you, General Perez.
PEREZ: The bottom line is...
she looks at me funny one time, I'm putting her down.
OK, as far as I'm concerned...
Number Eight is a meat by-product.
Her Majesty here is the real payoff.
When does she start producing?
Days. Less, maybe.
We need the cargo.
PEREZ: I told you, it's on its way.
[Roars]
[Growls]
Fork.
Fuck.
It's--it's a fork.
How did you...
GEDIMAN: How did we get you?
Yes.
GEDIMAN: Hard work.
We used blood samples from Fiori 16, on ice...
where you died.
We've remade you. We cloned you.
Does it grow?
Yeah.
Very rapidly.
It's a queen.
How did you know that?
She'll breed. You'll die.
Everyone in the Company will die.
GEDIMAN: In the Company?
WREN: Weyland Yutani...
Ripley Eight's former employers. Terran growth conglomerate.
They had defense contracts under the military.
I think you will find that, uh...
things have changed a great deal since your time.
I doubt that.
WREN: We're not flying blind here, you know.
It's United Systems Military, not some greedy corporation.
Oh.
It won't make any difference.
You're still gonna die.
WREN: How do you feel about that?
I wish you could understand what we're trying to do here.
The potential for this species...
goes way beyond urban pacification.
New alloys, new vaccines.
Nothing like this we've ever seen...
on any world before.
You should be very proud.
Oh...
I am.
And the animal itself--wondrous.
The potential?
Unbelievable, once we've tamed them.
Roll over, play dead, heel?
Mm-hmm.
You can't teach it tricks.
Why not? We're teaching you.
ELGYN: Time to enjoy...
some of the General's hospitality, Christie.
CHRISTlE: Great. Army food.
Yeah. It'll do till we get the family wagon up to spec.
Yeah.
That is, if the natives are friendly.
How's that?
Good.
We expecting any trouble?
From Perez, I doubt it, but you never know.
We've been there before. Where's the others?
The cargo bay.
[Whistling "I'm Popeye the Sailor Man"]
[lmitating monkey]
What is wrong with you?
JOHNER: Just a little target practice.
Vriess isn't complaining.
Goddamn it!
Johner, you son of a bitch!
Come on, man. You didn't feel a thing.
[lmitating monkey]
JOHNER: Whoa.
The knife.
Son of a bitch!
JOHNER: Don't push me, little Call.
You hang with us for a while...
you'll find out I am not the man with whom to fuck.
ELGYN: Hey, son, I'll give you my authorization code.
It's E-A-T M-E.
AUTHORlZlNG MAN: I'm sorry, sir, could you repeat that?
ELGYN: Little prick.
You know, no matter how many times you see it...
the sight of a woman strapped up in a chair like that just...
What?
Just bring us in on a 3-0 descent, would you?
And ride the parallel.
-Darlin', it is done. -Good girl.
Hey, don't cut thrust till about 600 meters...
and we'll give 'em a little scare.
COMPUTER: I am Father.
Welcome to the USM Auriga.
Step forward for contraband and weapons search.
Please report any infectious diseases...
to the medical officers.
Levels seven through twelve are off-limits to civilians.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Go.
Put your hands up, please, sir.
What?
Could you get your hands up, please?
[Beeping]
There are no weapons allowed on board, sir.
My own recipe.
Way more dangerous.
ELGYN: Nice welcome, Perez. What the hell is this?
Are you afraid the six of us are gonna hijack your damn ship?
Just a minor concern...
that one of your asshole crew members...
will get drunk and put a bullet through the hull.
We happen to be in space, Elgyn.
No shit. How you been?
[Beeping]
Want to check the chair?
Elgyn, these were very, very hard to come by.
So was our cargo.
You're not about to plead poverty on me, are you, General?
No. I'm just saying...
very few people deal in cash nowadays.
Just the ones don't like to keep business records.
Yourself, for example.
Drink, Elgyn?
Constantly.
ELGYN: Now, I'm gonna take a wild guess here, General...
but I'm thinking whatever you got going on here...
it ain't exactly approved by Congress.
Who's the new filly you got on board, Elgyn?
Call? Little girl playing pirates.
She makes an impression.
She is severely fuckable, ain't she?
Ha ha ha!
Mind you...
I think she's just a tad curious...
about this little transaction of ours.
I mean, I can't say as I blame her.
It's awfully cloak-and-dagger stuff.
It's a military operation.
-Really? -Mm-hmm.
ELGYN: Correct me if I'm wrong, but, uh...
I was under the impression that most army medical labs...
don't have to operate outside of regulated space.
What do you want, Elgyn?
-Me? -Yeah.
Two days bed and board.
Vriess might wanna snag a part here or there.
Whatever. If it's not imposing.
Mi casa es su casa.
FATHER: Please direct cargo to med lab center, area "G."
Follow the lit path.
Do not deviate.
FATHER: Cargo status--stable.
Life forms intact.
Stasis uninterrupted.
FATHER: Med lab center is off-limits to civilians.
Thank you.
Aah! Aah! Aah!
JOHNER: Oh.
Oh.
Hey.
HlLLARD: Oh, please.
JOHNER: You know I can't lay off the tall ones.
How you doin'?
How about a little one-on-one? What do you say?
You got some moves on you, girl.
CHRISTlE: Oh, man.
JOHNER: Mm-hmm.
Well, if you don't wanna play basketball...
I know some other indoor sports.
[Sniffs]
Come on, now, give me the ball.
OK. I got a new game. Tag.
Ripley?
Ripley. [Whistles]
WREN: You've had enough fun.
What the hell are you?
Something of a predator, isn't she?
Yeah. She continues to make us all very proud.
Ahh!
Mmm!
[Spits]
TV: We're coming up on just one minute and 30 seconds left...
to order this unique collector's item.
Jesus Christ, Johner!
What do you put in this shit, battery acid?
JOHNER: Just for color.
[Screeches]
[Growls]
So...we're a fast learner.
TV: Here's an item...
JOHNER: This is a really good show, man.
TV: It's from the Gut Cutter's Celebration Collection...
makers of premiere knives and edgeware.
The knife features a stainless steel blade...
perfect for any use from hunting to the home.
The pro handle is made from authentic antique plywood...
and stained in...
Hey, man, that shit is not easy to come by!
Why don't you take a walk outside?
[Drink spills]
Great!
CALL: I'm so sorry.
CHRISTlE: If bitches can't handle this shit...
bitches should stay away from this shit!
FATHER: ldentification, please.
Please try again.
Thank you, General Perez.
RlPLEY: Well?
You gonna kill me or what?
There's no point, is there?
They've taken it out of you.
Where is it?
Is it on the ship?
You mean my "baby"?
I don't get it.
If they took it out, why are they keeping you alive?
Well, they're curious.
I'm the latest thing.
Look, I can make it all stop-- the pain, this nightmare.
That's all I can offer you.
What makes you think I would let you do that?
Who are you?
Ripley, Ellen-- Lieutenant First Class...
number 36706.
Ellen Ripley died 200 years ago.
You're not her.
I'm not her.
Who am l?
CALL: You're a thing...a construct.
They grew you in a fucking lab.
And now they brought it out of you.
Not all the way out.
I can feel it...
behind my eyes.
I can hear it moving.
You gotta help me stop this thing before it gets loose.
RlPLEY: It's too late.
You can't stop it.
It's inevitable.
Not as long as I'm around.
You'll never get out of here alive.
I don't care.
RlPLEY: Really?
I can make it stop.
Go on. Get out of here.
They're looking for you.
I think you're gonna find that this was very ill-advised.
Where are herfriends?
SOLDlER: In the mess hall, sir.
Well, you find them now...quietly.
What the hell is going on here?
CHRISTlE: Smells like a double-cross, boss.
Where's the other one with the chair?
Don't ever touch me.
Ever!
You want to tell us what this is?
Want to tell me who you're working for?
What?
Wren, they got nothing to do with this.
To do with what?
WREN: Know what the penalties for terrorist activity are?
ELGYN: No goddamn terrorists on my crew.
Call, there something you wanna tell me?
WREN: I don't care if you knew.
You brought a terrorist on board a military vessel.
And as far as I am concerned, you all die with her!
Do you understand?
Yeah.
I understand.
Christie.
Freeze!
SOLDlER: Stop! Drop your weapons!
And you, drop that piece of shit or I blow his head off!
-Can't do that, man. -Drop it now!
-They're attached to me. -I'm not fucking with you!
You're under arrest for a Code 8--concealed weapons...
and a Code 12, which is murder!
-Release Dr. Wren! -Kiss my ass.
SOLDlER: Put down your weapons!
ELGYN: Everybody OK?
ELGYN: Real easy, soldier boy.
GEDIMAN: Security!
There is a serious problem in the mess hall.
You lie to me now, little girl...
I will cut your throat and leave you here to die...
you understand me?
Hello?
Goddamn it. Hello?
SECURlTY GUARD: We do not copy you.
-Hello? -Please repeat.
Gediman!
He is conducting illegal experiments.
He's breeding some sort of-- Listen to me!
He is breeding an alien species more than dangerous.
If those things get loose...
it'll make the Lacerta Plague look like a square dance.
Shut up!
Listen.
[Siren]
FATHER: Your attention, please.
Security breach.
Med lab, level 15.
Aah!
[Roars]
[Thud]
[Man screams]
[Gunfire]
Let's get back to the Betty.
Doctor and soldier boy here can see us to the door.
CALL: What about Vriess?
ELGYN: Fuck Vriess.
FATHER: Your attention, please.
Unauthorized opening of cage three.
Unauthorized opening of...
cages five, seven, eight, ten...
Move it! Now!
Go! Go now!
FATHER: Evacuation.
[Alien roaring]
FATHER: This is not a drill.
FATHER: Evacuation.
Go! Get on board!
FATHER: Your attention, please.
Nonhuman presence detected, levels 21, 23, 27, 14.
Level 38.
Level 39.
FATHER: Evacuation.
Proceed to lifeboats.
This is not a drill.
Thank you for your cooperation.
[Alien shrieking]
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
I'll give you holes, you slimy bastard!
Aah!
PEREZ: Move it! Go!
FATHER: Final lifeboat ready for launch.
PEREZ: Get on board!
Go!
FATHER: Complete evacuation now.
[Screaming]
No!
PEREZ: Grenade.
[Alien growling]
FATHER: Alert. Alert.
Evacuation incomplete.
Civilian presence detected in Area "H."
Warning. Main vessel declared uninhabitable.
CHRISTlE: Elgyn, come on, let's move, man.
ELGYN: Yeah.
[Hiss]
HlLLARD: Elgyn?
Elgyn, where are you?
[Clank]
HlLLARD: Elgyn!
Oh, God. Elgyn!
CHRISTlE: Elgyn!
HlLLARD: Elgyn!
JOHNER: Easy, Hillard!
-Christie, give me a hand here! -Get him up!
Come on, get him up!
CHRISTlE: Move out of the way!
HlLLARD: No!
JOHNER: Aw, shit. What the fuck did this?
CHRISTlE: What's in this place?
[Alien roars]
-Call, get down! -What the fuck is that?
DISTEPHANO: Don't shoot! It's in front of the hull!
What is that?
Come on, man. Time to go!
-Time to go! -Get back!
DISTEPHANO: Damn!
CHRISTlE: Call, time to go!
Come on, Call!
JOHNER: Get the goddamn door.
DISTEPHANO: We can't open it. No, we can't open it!
JOHNER: What the hell's wrong with you?
[Rattle]
-We gotta go back! -You're goddamn right!
JOHNER: I'm not goin' back! You go back!
What the fuck?
Was it everything you hoped for?
HlLLARD: Leave him alone.
JOHNER: What do we do now, man?
CHRISTlE: Same thing we're doing.
We get the hell out of here.
JOHNER: What if there's more?
I say we stay here, man.
Let the army guys deal.
Where the fuck are the army guys?
CALL: They're dead!
Then we don't need this asshole anymore.
-Step back! -No, you step back!
Stop it!
You got no authority here!
Doctor, that thing that killed my partner...
that's your pet science project?
Yes.
-Let me do him right now. -I should let him.
How many more are there?
Twelve.
JOHNER: Twelve?
Twelve.
There'll be more.
So...
who do I have to fuck to get off this boat?
JOHNER: I can get you off. Maybe not the boat, but...
CHRISTlE: Let's get out of here.
CALL: Wait a second. She was the host for these monsters.
Wren cloned her because she had one inside her.
She's not human.
She was part of his experiment, and she will turn on us.
-I don't give a shit. -She's too much of a risk.
We have to leave her.
She comes.
We can't trust her.
I don't trust anyone.
CHRISTlE: If we're gonna survive, we all stick together.
Agreed?
Hillard, we gotta go.
It's not over. We gotta get to the Betty.
Make a nice souvenir.
CALL: I can't believe you did that.
RlPLEY: Did what?
CALL: You killed one of 'em. It's like killing your own kind.
RlPLEY: It was in my way.
[Electronic beep]
Oh, man!
Who were you expecting, Santa Claus?
[Sighs]
Thought you were toast for certain, man.
VRlESS: Where's Elgyn?
Oh, shit.
What if we get to the Betty and they're all over it?
WREN: All the activity's been by the barracks.
-Why would they move? -They won't.
If they send anyone out, it'll be here...
where the meat is.
If we wanna make decent time, I say we ditch the cripple.
-No offense, man. -None taken.
Nobody is left behind.
Not even you, Johner.
What's the quickest way out?
After the cooling tower, there's a freight elevator.
It runs from the top...
down to engineering level one deck.
Take us straight to the dock.
Sounds reasonable.
Let's do it.
We're moving.
What?
RlPLEY: The ship is moving. I can feel it.
The ship has stealthrun. There's no way you can tell.
She's right.
Ship's been go since the attack.
WREN: That's a standard emergency procedure.
DISTEPHANO: That's right. Any serious problem...
and the ship autopilots back to home base.
You were planning on telling us this?
Nobody asked.
HlLLARD: What's home base?
Earth.
CHRISTlE: Oh, great.
Bastard.
JOHNER: Earth? I'd rather stay here with the things, man.
How long until we get to Earth?
Three hours almost.
We got to blow the ship.
Call, you're not blowing this ship.
Not while we're on it, OK?
We get out of this ship, you do as you please, all right?
Earth, man. What a shithole.
RlPLEY: It's clear.
Hey, Ripley.
I heard you, like, ran into these things before.
That's right.
Wow, man.
So, like, what did you do?
I died.
DISTEPHANO: Not that way!
CHRISTlE: Ripley.
Ripley, come on.
Ripley, we got no time for sightseeing here.
WREN: Ripley, don't.
[Gasps]