(computer beeping)
Bio-readouts are all in the green. Looks like she's alive.
Well, there goes our salvage, guys.
How are we today?
Terrible.
Well, better than yesterday, at least.
- Where am I? - You're safe.
You're at Gateway Station. Been here a couple of days.
You were pretty groggy at first, but now you're OK.
Looks like you've got a visitor.
Jonesy! Come here!
Hey, come here!
How are you, you stupid cat?
How are you!
Where have you been?
Guess you two have met, huh?
I'm Burke. Carter Burke. I work for the company.
But... don't let that fool you. I'm really an OK guy.
I'm glad to see you're feeling better.
They say that all the weakness and disorientation should pass soon.
That's just natural side effects of such a long hypersleep. Or something like that.
What do you mean?
How long was I out there?
Has no-one discussed this with you yet?
No. But, I mean, I don't...
...recognize this place.
No, I know. Uh... OK.
It's just that, uh, this might be a shock to you.
- It's longer... - How long?
Please.
57 years.
What?
That's the thing. You were out there for 57 years.
You had drifted right through the core systems.
And it's really just blind luck...
...that a deep-salvage team found you when they did.
It's one in a thousand, really.
You're damn lucky to be alive, kiddo.
You could be floating out there forever.
You OK?
(hiss)
Uh...
(heartbeat)
(hiss)
Oh!
You OK?
(hiss)
Oh!
God!
Nurse! Please!
Someone get in here now!
(Ripley) No!
Now!
Hold!
Please!
Hold her!
Kill me!
No!
(Nurse) Bad dreams again?
- You want something to help you sleep? - No.
I've slept enough.
Jonesy... come here.
(meows)
Shh!
It's all right.
It's all right now.
It's over.
(birds chirping)
(chirping stops)
Hi. Sorry I'm late. Been running behind all morning.
Is there any word about my daughter?
Uh... I think we should worry about the hearing now.
I read your deposition...
...and it's great. If you stick to that, we'll be fine.
There are gonna be a lot of heavyweights in there.
Feds, Interstellar Commerce Commission...
...Colonial Administration, insurance company guys.
Do you have any news about my daughter?
Well, we did come up with some information. Why don't we sit down?
I was hoping to wait until after the inquest.
Uh...
Amanda Ripley McClaren... Her married name, I guess?
Age 66.
And that was at the time of her death...
...which was two years ago.
I'm real sorry.
Amy...
She was cremated...
...and interred at Westlake Repository, in Wisconsin.
No children mentioned.
I promised her...
...that I would be home for her birthday.
Her eleventh birthday.
Ohh...
(investigator) They'd like to go back to this point about the override destruct order.
I don't understand this.
We have been here for three and a half hours.
How many different ways do you want the same story?
Look at it from our perspective, please.
Please?
You admit to detonating the engines of, and thereby destroying, an M-Class star freighter.
An expensive piece of hardware.
(investigator) 42 million in adjusted dollars.
That's minus payload, of course.
The lifeboat's flight recorder corroborates some elements of your account.
In that, for reasons unknown, the Nostromo set down on LV-426...
...an unsurveyed planet at that time.
That it resumed its course, and was subsequently set for self-destruct by you...
...for reasons unknown.
Not for reasons unknown. I told you.
We set down there on company orders to get this thing, which destroyed my crew...
...and your expensive ship.
The analysis team found no physical evidence of the creature you describe.
Good!
That's because I blew it out of the goddamn air lock.
Like I said.
Are there any species like this hostile organism on LV-426?
No. It's a rock. No indigenous life.
Did IQ's just drop sharply while I was away?
Ma'am, I already said it was not indigenous. It was a derelict spacecraft. An alien ship.
It was not from there.
Do you get it? We homed in on its beacon.
And found something never recorded once in over 300 surveyed worlds.
A creature that "gestates...
...inside a living human host". - Yes.
These are your words.
- "And has concentrated acid for blood." - That's right.
Look, I can see where this is going, but I'm telling you that...
...those things exist. - Thank you, Officer. That will be all.
Please! You're not listening. Kane - the crew member...
Kane, who went into that ship, said he saw thousands of eggs. Thousands.
Thank you. That will be all.
Goddamn it, that's not all! If one of those things gets down here, that will be all!
Then all this bullshit that you think is so important... you can kiss all that goodbye!
It is the finding of this court of inquiry that...
...Warrant Officer E Ripley...
...NOC 14472...
...has acted with questionable judgment...
...and is unfit to hold an ICC license as a commercial flight officer.
Said license is hereby suspended indefinitely.
No criminal charges will be filed against you at this time, and you are released...
...on your own recognizance for a six-month period of psychometric probation...
...to include monthly review by an ICC psychiatric technician.
These proceedings are closed.
That could have been... better.
- Look, I think... Ripley? - Van Leuwen.
Why don't you just check out LV-426?
Because I don't have to.
The people there have never complained about any hostile organism.
What do you mean? What people?
Terraformers.
Planet engineers.
They set up atmosphere processors to make the air breathable. Takes decades.
It's what we call a Shake 'n' Bake colony.
How many are there? How many colonists?
I don't know. 60, maybe 70, families.
Do you mind?
Families.
Jesus!
(wind howling)
I'll be down in maintenance, OK?
- Al? - What?
- Hey, Al. - What?
Remember you sent some wildcatters out past the alien range last week?
Yeah.
One of them's on the horn.
Says he's on to something. Wants to know if his claim will be honored.
Why wouldn't his claim be honored?
Because you sent them on company orders, maybe?
Christ! Some honch in a cushy office on Earth says "Go look at a grid reference".
We look. They don't say why and I don't ask.
I don't ask because it takes two weeks to get an answer out here.
And the answer is always "Don't ask".
So what do I tell this guy?
Tell him, as far as I'm concerned, if he finds something, it is his.
- Lydecker? - What?
You kids are not supposed to be on this level! Get out of here!
(wind howling)
You go in places we can't fit!
So? That's why I'm the best!
Knock it off! If I catch you playing in the air ducts again, I'll tan your hides.
Mom, all the kids play...
Annie, come and have a look at this, will ya?
Folks, we have scored big this time.
What is it, Dad?
I'm not sure.
Let's see if we can't get a closer look at this thing.
- Shouldn't we call in? - Let's wait till we know what to call it in as.
That's about as close as we can get.
Should we take a look inside?
You kids stay inside. I mean it. We'll be right back.
- OK. - Bye.
Timmy, they've been gone a long time.
It'll be OK. Dad knows what he's doing.
Mayday! Mayday! This is Alpha Kilo Two Four Niner calling Alpha Control!
This is Alpha Kilo Two Four Niner!
(girl screams)
(cat meows)
(doorbell)
Hi, Ripley. This is Lieutenant Gorman of the Colonial Marine Corps...
Ripley, we have to talk.
We've lost contact with the colony on LV-426.
I don't believe this.
You guys throw me to the wolves...
...and now you want me to go back out there?
Forget it. It's not my problem.
- Can I finish? - No.
There's no way.
You wouldn't be going in with the troops. I can guarantee your safety.
These Colonial Marines are tough hombres. They're packing state-of-the-art firepower.
There's nothing they can't handle.
Am I right?
We've been trained to deal with situations like this.
Then you don't need me. I'm not a soldier.
We don't know what's going on out there. It may just be a downed transmitter.
But if it's not...
...I would like you there as an advisor, and that's all.
What's your interest in all this? Why are you going?
The corporation co-financed that colony along with Colonial Administration.
We're doing a lot of terraforming, building better worlds...
Yeah. I saw the commercial.
Look, I don't have time for this. I've got to get to work.
Oh, right. I heard you're working the cargo docks.
That's right.
- Running loaders and forklifts. - Yeah. So?
Nothing. I think it's great that you're keeping busy.
And I know it's the only thing that you could get. There's nothing wrong with it.
What would you say if I told you I could get you reinstated as a flight officer?
The company's already agreed to pick up your contract.
If I go.
If you go.
Come on, that's a second chance, kiddo.
Get out there and face this thing. Get back on the horse.
Spare me, Burke. I've had my psych evaluation this month.
Yeah, I know. I've read it. You wake up every night...
...soaked in sweat... - I said no! And I mean it!
Now please leave.
I am not going back! And I am... I would not be any good to you if I did.
OK.
Shh.
Would you do me a favor? Just think about it.
Thanks for the coffee.
(cat meows)
Aagh!
Ohh!
(beeping)
Hello.
Ripley? You OK?
Just tell me one thing, Burke.
You're going out there to destroy them, right?
Not to study.
Not to bring back.
But to wipe them out.
That's the plan. You have my word on it.
All right, I'm in.
And you, you little shithead...
...you're staying here.
(door creaks)
(chain jangling)
(beeping)
They ain't payin' us enough for this, man.
Not enough to have to wake up to your face, Drake.
What?
- Is that a joke? - Oh, I wish it were!
Hey, Hicks. Man, you look just like I feel.
All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed?
Another glorious day in the Corps!
A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm.
Every meal's a banquet, every paycheck a fortune.
Every formation a parade.
I love the Corps!
Man, this floor is freezing!
- You want me to fetch your slippers? - Gee, would you, sir?
Look into my eye.
Fall in, people!
Come on, let's go.
I hate this job.
(Apone) Crowe! Wierzbowski! On your feet!
(Frost) I'm talking about breathing, not this frozen shit.
(Dietrich) Yeah, Top, how about it?
(Apone) All right, first assembly's in 15, people. Shag it!
(Vasquez) Hey, mira. Who's Snow White?
She's supposed to be some kind of consultant.
Apparently, she saw an alien once.
Whoopee-fucking-doo! Hey, I'm impressed.
¡Qué bonita!
Hey, Vasquez.
Have you ever been mistaken for a man?
No. Have you?
Oh, Vasquez!
You're just too bad.
Hey, Top, what's the op?
It's a rescue mission. You'll love it.
There's some juicy colonists' daughters we have to rescue from their virginity.
(Spunkmeyer) Dumb-ass colonists!
What's this crap supposed to be?
- Cornbread, I think. - It's good for you, boy. Eat it.
I sure wouldn't mind getting more of that Arcturian poontang. Remember that time?
- But the one that you had was male! - Doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby!
- Hey, Bishop. Do the thing with the knife. - Oh, please...
(shouts of encouragement)
All right!
(Apone) I don't wanna see that, man.
(Hudson) Come on, man. All right!
Hey, what are you doing, man? What are you doing?
- Don't move. - Quit messing, Drake!
Bishop! Hey, man!
- Do it, Bishop. - Hey, not me, man!
Yeah, you. Don't move.
Trust me.
Aaaaggghhhhhh!
(Apone) All right, knock it off.
Thank you.
(laughter)
Enjoy your meal.
That wasn't funny, man.
- Lieutenant Gorman? - No.
- Mr. Burke? - Yeah, thanks.
Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts.
The boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.
I thought you never missed, Bishop.
You never said an android was on board. Why not?
It never occurred to me.
It's common practice to have a synthetic on board.
I prefer the term "artificial person" myself.
Right.
- Is there a problem? - I'm sorry.
I didn't even... Ripley's last trip, the syn... The artificial person...
...malfunctioned. - Malfunctioned?
There were problems and... a few deaths were involved.
I'm shocked. Was it an older model?
Yeah. The Hyperdyne Systems 120-A-2.
The A-2s always were a bit twitchy.
That could never happen now with our behavioral inhibitors.
It is impossible for me to harm, or allow to be harmed, a human being.
You sure you don't want some?
(tray clatters)
Just stay away from me, Bishop.
Guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
(Apone) Squad! Atten-hut! Officer on deck!
(Gorman) As you were.
Quickly, quickly. Settle down.
All right, listen up!
Morning, Marines. I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you before we left Gateway...
- Sir? - What is it, Hicks?
Hudson, sir. He's Hicks.
What's the question?
Is this gonna be a stand-up fight, sir, or another bug hunt?
All we know is there's still no contact with the colony...
...and a xenomorph may be involved.
- Excuse me, sir. A what? - A xenomorph.
It's a bug hunt. What exactly are we dealing with here?
Ripley?
I'll tell you what I know.
We set down on LV-426.
A crew member was brought back with something attached to his face...
...some kind of parasite.
We tried to get it off. It wouldn't come off.
Later, it seemed to come off by itself and die.
Kane seemed fine.
We were all having dinner.
It must have laid something inside his throat, some sort of embryo.
He started...
Um, he...
Look, man, I only need to know one thing:
Where they are.
- Go, Vasquez, kick ass! - Anytime, anywhere.
Somebody said "alien". She thought they said "illegal alien" and signed up!
- Fuck you, man. - Anytime, anywhere.
Are you finished?
I hope you're right. I really do.
Yeah, OK, right. Thank you, Ripley.
We also have Ripley's report on disk. I suggest you study it.
One of those things managed to wipe out my entire crew in less than 24 hours.
If the colonists have found that ship, there's no telling how many have been exposed.
Do you understand?
Anyway, we have it on disk, so look at it.
Any questions?
What is it, Private?
How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?
You secure that shit, Hudson.
All right.
Now listen up.
I want this thing to go smooth and by the numbers.
I want DCS and tactical database assimilation by 0830.
Ordnance loading, weapons strip and drop-ship prep details. We have seven hours.
Now move it, people!
You heard the man, and you know the drill! Assholes and elbows!
Hudson, come here. Come here!
I don't care if you are short, Hudson. Get it done!
- Sarge, you'll get lip cancer smoking those! - Corporal, I want this loading lock sealed!
- How many more, Spunkmeyer? - Last one.
Good. Take it away.
Clear behind.
Did you check number three? Is this the non-op?
I feel like kind of a fifth wheel. Is there anything I can do?
I don't know. Is there anything you can do?
Well, I can drive that loader.
I have a Class Two rating.
Be my guest.
Where you want it?
Bay twelve, please.
(Apone) We're a team and there's nothing to worry about.
We come here, and we gonna conquer, and we gonna take some. Is that understood?
That's what we gonna do, sweethearts. Gonna go and get some.
All right, people, on the ready-line!
- Are you lean? - (all) Yeah!
- Are you mean? - Yeah!
- What are you? - Lean, mean Marines!
Get on the ready-line! Get some today!
Get on the ready-line!
Move it out! Move it out, goddamn it!
Get hot! One, two, three! Get out! Get out! Get out!
Move it out! Move it out! Move it out!
One, two, three, four! One, two, three!
(growls)
Absolutely badasses!
Let's pack 'em in! Get in there!
Move it!
- Let's go, let's go! - One, two, three, four, five, six!
I want combat seating. You know your places.
Get those weapons stowed. Let's go!
Come on, settle down, people.
Lock 'em in, Hudson.
Ready to get it on? You know it!
OK, Bishop, let's go.
Roger.
I'm ready, man.
Ready to get it on! Go!
Stand by. Cross-locking now. Pre-launch auto-cycle engaged.
Primary couplers released. Hit the internals.
Confirm cross-lock and drop stations secured.
(Gorman) Affirmative. All drop stations secured.
Stand by. Ten seconds.
Stand by to initiate release sequencer.
On my mark.
We're on an express elevator to hell!
Going down!
Two, one, mark.
Whoo-hoo!
Switch to DCS ranging.
- 2-4-0. Nominal to profile. - We're in the pipe. Five by five.
- We're picking up some hull ionization. - Got it. Rough air ahead.
We're in for some chop.
How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant?
38.
Simulated.
How many combat drops?
Uh, two...
...including this one.
- (Drake) Shit! - Oh, man!
Range 0-1-4. Turning on final.
(Frost) I got a bad feeling about this drop.
(Crowe) You always say "I got a bad feeling about this drop".
OK, OK.
When we get back without you, I'll call your folks.
All right. Let's see what we can see.
Everybody on-line. Looking good.
Drake, check your camera. There seems to be a malfunction.
That's better.
Pan it around a bit. Good.
I'm ready, man. Check it out. I am the ultimate badass!
State-of-the-badass-art!
You do not wanna fuck with me.
Check it out.
Hey, Ripley, don't worry.
Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you.
Check it out.
Independently targeting particle-beam phalanx.
Whap!
Fry half a city with this puppy! We got tactical smart missiles...
...phase plasma pulse rifles, RPGs... We got sonic electronic ballbreakers!
We got nukes. We got knives, sharp sticks...
(Apone) Knock it off, Hudson!
All right, gear up.
Two minutes, people. Get hot.
Somebody wake up Hicks.
- Coming around for a seven-zero-niner. - Terminal guidance locked in.
Where's the damn beacon?
Oh, I see it.
- That's the atmosphere processor? - Yep, that's it.
Remarkable piece of machinery. Completely automated.
We manufacture those, by the way.
(Gorman) OK, Ferro.
Take us in low over the main colony complex.
Storm shutters are sealed.
There's no visible activity. All right. Hold at forty.
- Roger. - Give me a slow circle of the complex.
Structure seems intact.
They still have power.
(Gorman) OK, Ferro. Set down on the landing grid.
Immediate dust-off on my clear, then stay on station.
(Ferro) Down and clear.
Ten seconds, people. Look sharp!
I want a nice, clean dispersal this time.
Let's go! Move it out!
Head 'em out!
First squad up, on-line. Hicks, get yours in a cordon. Watch the rear.
(Apone) Vasquez, take point.
Let's move!
Move up.
Hudson, run a bypass.
Second squad, move up. Flanking positions.
Second squad, on-line.
(Apone) You set?
Go on.
Second team, move inside.
Hicks, take the upper level.
(Apone) Sir, you copying this?
Looks like hits from small-arms fire.
We got some explosive damages, probably seismic survey charges.
Are you reading this?
Keep it tight, people.
(Gorman) Hicks, Hudson, use your motion trackers.
(Hicks) Nothing.
Not a goddamn thing.
Quarter and search by twos.
(Hicks) OK, Dietrich, Frost, you're up.
(Drake sniffs)
(beeping)
(motion sensor beeping)
(beeping louder)
It's right in there.
- Now! - Now!
Good one, Hudson!
Uh, sir, we have a negative situation here. Uh, moving on, sir.
Wait, tell him to...
Hicks, back up.
Pan right.
There.
(Hicks) You seeing this?
Looks melted. Somebody must have bagged one of Ripley's bad guys here.
Acid for blood.
If you liked that, you're gonna love this.
Quit screwing around.
Second squad, what's your status?
(Hicks) We just finished our sweep. Nobody's home.
Roger. Sir, this place is dead.
Whatever happened here, we missed it.
The area's secured.
Let's go check their computer.
- It's not secure. - The area's secured.
First team, head for Operations.
- Hudson, get their CPU on-line. - Affirmative.
Hicks, meet me at the south lock. We're coming in.
He's coming in. I feel safer already.
Pendejo jerkoff!
Sir, we got the CPU on-line.
No problem.
Good. Stand by in Operations.
OK, let's go.
(wind howling)
Are you all right?
Yes.
Sir... They sealed off this wing at both ends.
Welded the doors, and blocked off the stairs with heavy equipment.
But it looks like the barricade didn't hold.
- Any bodies? - No, sir.
Last stand.
(Drake) Must have been a hell of a fight.
Yeah, looks that way.
All right, Drake, this way. You should be able to cut through the med lab to Operations.
(Hicks) Lieutenant.
Gorman.
Are those the same ones?
Careful, Burke.
Looks like love at first sight to me.
Oh, he likes you, Burke.
Two are alive. The rest are dead.
Surgically removed before embryo implantation.
Subject: Marachuk, John J, died during the procedure.
They killed him taking it off.
(beeping)
Yo, Hicks.
I think we got something here.
- Behind us. - One of us?
(Gorman) Apone, where are your people?
- Anybody in D-Block? - Negative. We're all in Operations.
(beeping continues)
- Talk to me, Frosty. - Let's keep moving, baby.
(crash)
- It's moving. - Which way?
It's coming straight for us.
Straight up.
(beeping louder)
- Fuck! - Hold up!
Ripley.
Hey... shh, it's all right.
- It's all right. - Grab her, Corporal.
Don't be afraid. Come on. We won't hurt you.
Shh... it's all right. It's OK.
Come on out. Come on. Easy, easy.
I got her!
Ow! Damn!
- Don't let her go! - She's under the grill!
- Frost, get your light up here. - Where'd she go?
Shine the light!
Down here.
Here. Here.
(Ripley) Keep back. Don't scare her.
- Grab her, man! We're gonna lose her! - Damn it!
(Ripley) Wait!
It's OK. It's all right.
Don't be afraid.
See?
Wait! No, you don't!
It's OK! You're gonna be all right now!
- (groaning) - Shh!
Easy! Easy!
It's gonna be OK. It's all right. You're gonna be OK.
Shh, shh, shh!
Easy.
- What's her name again? - Rebecca.
Now think, Rebecca. Concentrate.
Just start at the beginning.
Where are your parents?
Look, Rebecca...
Gorman, give it a rest, why don't you?
Total brainlock.
Physically she's OK. Borderline malnutrition, but no permanent damage.
Come on. We're wasting our time.
Try this.
It's a little hot chocolate.
There you go.
Whoop.
That good, huh?
Uh-oh.
I made a clean spot here.
Now I've done it! Guess I'll have to do the whole thing.
Hard to believe there's a little girl under all this.
And a pretty one, too.
You don't talk much, do you?
- Smoking or non-smoking? - Just tell me what you're scanning for.
PDT's. Personal data transmitters. Every colonist had one surgically implanted.
If they're within 20 clicks, we'll read it out here.
So far, zippo.
I don't know how you managed to stay alive, but you're one brave kid, Rebecca.
Newt.
- What did you say? - Newt.
My name's Newt.
Nobody calls me Rebecca...
...except my brother.
Newt.
I like that.
I'm Ripley.
It's nice to meet you.
And who is this? Hm?
Casey.
Hello, Casey.
What about your brother? What's his name?
Timmy.
Is Timmy around here, too? Maybe hiding like you were?
Any sisters?
Mom and Dad?
Newt, look at me.
- Where are they? - They're dead, all right? Can I go now?
I'm sorry, Newt.
Don't you think you'd be safer here with us?
These people are here to protect you.
They're soldiers.
It won't make any difference.
Need anything else?
Hello, Bishop. Do you need anything else?
No.
Nice pet you got there.
Magnificent, isn't it?
Yo! Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen!
Found 'em.
They alive?
Unknown, but it looks like all of 'em...
...over at the processing station...
...sub-level three...
...under the main cooling towers.
It looks like a goddamn town meeting.
Let's saddle up, Apone.
Aye, sir.
Let's go, people. They ain't payin' us by the hour.
Head 'em out! OK, Frost, you're driving.
It's OK. Don't worry. It'll be OK.
(Gorman) I want a straight Vdeployment.
Second team on left flank.
Advance on axial six-six-four.
Tracker on-line. Set the V-gain to filter R-F ambient.
(Apone) Hudson, tracker on-line. Left and right, little buddy.
40 meters in, bearing two-two-one, there should be a stairwell.
(Apone) Check. Got it.
(Gorman) You want sub-level three.
(Apone) Let's go, people. Hudson, you got the point. Hicks, watch our tails.
Nice and easy. Check those corners.
Check those corners.
Watch your spacing.
(Apone) You heard the man. Don't bunch up.
Your transmission's showing break-up.
(Hudson) Probably getting interference from the structure.
(Apone) Use those lights.
(Gorman) Next one down, and proceed on a two-one-six.
(Apone) Roger, that's a two-one-six.
(Gorman) I'm not making that out too well. What is it, Hudson?
You tell me, man. I only work here.
What is that?
I don't know.
Proceed inside.
(Apone) Watch your fire and check your targets.
Remember we're looking for civvies in here.
Easy.
(Hicks) Tighten it up, Frost. We're getting a little thin.
(Apone) Nice and easy.
Looks like some sort of secreted resin.
Yeah... but secreted from what?
Nobody touch nothing.
Busy little creatures, huh?
- Hot as hell in here. - Yeah, man, but it's a dry heat.
Knock it off, Hudson.
- Lieutenant, what do those pulse rifles fire? - Ten-millimeter explosive-tip caseless.
- Standard light armor-piercing round. Why? - Look where your team is.
They're right under the primary heat exchangers.
So?
So, if they fire their weapons in there, won't they rupture the cooling system?
- Yeah. She's absolutely right. - So what?
This whole station is basically a big fusion reactor.
Right?
So she's talking about a thermonuclear explosion and "Adiós, muchachos".
Oh, great. Wonderful.
Shit!
Look.
Uh... Apone.
Look.
We can't have any firing in there. I want you to collect magazines from everybody.
- Is he fuckin' crazy? - What do we use? Harsh language?
- (Gorman) Flame units only. - Sir, I...
Just do it, Sergeant. And no grenades.
All right, sweethearts. You heard the man. Let's have 'em.
Come on, Vasquez. Clear and lock.
Damn!
You, too. Give it up, Ski.
Crowe, I want it now. Give it up.
(Drake) Right on, Vas.
Let's go, Marine. Give it up. Frost, you got the duty. Open that bag.
- Thanks a lot, Sarge. - Hicks, cover our ass.
Head 'em out, people.
I like to keep this handy, for close encounters.
I heard that.
(Gorman) Any movement?
(Hudson) Nothing. Zip.
Holy shit!
(Ripley) Newt, go sit up front.
Go on!
Now!
(Apone) Steady, people. Let's finish our sweep.
We're still Marines, and we got a job to do. Keep it moving.
Easy.
- Top! - What?
We got a live one!
- You're gonna be all right. - Please... kill me.
Stay calm. We'll get you out.
It's gonna be all right.
- We've got to get her out! - What is it, Dietrich?
Convulsion!
Ohh!
Dietrich, get back! Get back!
Aagh!
No!
(Apone) Frost, flamethrower!
Get back! Flamethrower! Move!
(screeching)
- (beeping) - Movement!
What's the position?
I can't lock in!
Talk to me, Hudson!
Multiple signals!
They're closing!
Go to infrared, people.
Look sharp!
What's happening, Apone? We can't see anything in here.
Pull your team out, Gorman.
I got readings in front and behind!
Where, man?
I don't see shit.
He's right. There's nothing back here.
Something's moving and it ain't us!
Shit!
(Hudson) Tracker's off-scale, man. They're all around us, man! Jesus!
Maybe they don't show up on infrared at all.
Aagh!
Frost!
Aagh!
Come on!
Aagh!
Jesus Christ, Apone! What is going on!
(Hicks) Wierzbowski and Crowe are down!
Dietrich! Crowe! Sound off!
Frost!
(Wierzbowski screams)
Wierzbowski!
(Vasquez) Let's rock!
(Drake) Yeah!
(gunfire)
Who's firing? Goddamn it!
I ordered a "hold fire".
They're coming out of the goddamn walls in swarms!
Uh, Apone, I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with...
(Apone) Vasquez! Drake! Hold your fire!
(Gorman) Are you copying me? Lay down a suppressing fire...
...with the incinerators, and fall back by squads.
Say again? All after incinerators.
Lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators, and fall back...
(gunfire)
Aagh!
Sarge!
Apone...
...talk to me.
Apone?
- Talk to me! - He's gone!
(gunfire)
Get them out of there! Now!
- Shut up! - Hicks, whoever's left, get the hell...
- Shut up! - Goddamn it!
(Hicks) Where's Apone?! Where's Apone?!
The Sarge is gone! Let's get the fuck out of here!
(Hicks) Let's go, Marines!
Hudson?
Vasquez?
- Hudson, look out! - Get it!
Hudson!
- Hicks! Hicks! - It's too much! Fall back!
I told them to fall back.
- I told them to fall back. - They're cut off!
Do something!
Fuck!
(Hicks) Keep movin'!
Hold on, Newt.
Ripley, what the hell are you doing!
(Gorman) Turn around!
That's an order!
- (Ripley) Get off me! - (Gorman) Goddamn it, that's an order!
You had your chance, Gorman.
Come on!
(Vasquez) Come on, Drake!
(Hicks) Let's move it!
(Vasquez) Come on! Let's go! Let's go!
(Hudson) It's blocked, man! We got to go around!
Open the door! Hicks!
Drake! We are leaving!
Get them, Vas!
Run for it!
Shit!
- Let's go! - Drake, come on, man!