Check the insulation.
Oh, shit.
According to this, it's within five meters.
Let's open the door.
Micro changes in air density, my ass.
It's within five meters.
Be careful.
Don't creep up on me with that thing.
You guys stick together.
Don't fail me now.
What? What is it?
Parker, Brett. It's in this locker.
Get the net.
I got it. I got it.
Wait a minute.
All right, Parker, when I say.
All right, now.
Easy.
Wait! Don't let him go!
What the hell are you doing, man?
It's the cat, man.
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.
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.
Jonesy?
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Meow.
Here,Jonesy!
Jonesy.
Here, kitty, kitty.
Kitty, kitty, kitty.
Here,Jonesy.
Jonesy!
Kitty, kitty.
Jonesy?
Hey, come on, Jonesy.
Come on, baby. That's a kitty.
That's a kitty. Come on, baby.
That's a kitty.
Hey, hey, I'm not going to hurt you.
Come on.
Aaaaaaah!
Whatever it was, it was big and...
You sure it took him into the air shaft?
Disappeared into one of the cooling ducts.
It's using the air ducts to move around.
Could he want Brett alive?
What?
Could Brett be alive?
No. I mean, I don't think so.
This air shaft may work to our advantage.
Here it leads up to and comes out...
in the main air lock.
There's only one big opening along the way.
We'll cover that 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!
Kane's son.
Ash, the science department should help us.
What can we do to drive it?
It's adapted remarkably well to our atmosphere...
considering its nutritional requirements.
We don't know about temperature.
What happens if we change it?
Let's try it.
Most animals retreat from fire.
Fire, yeah.
Parker, can you rig three or four incinerator units?
Give me about twenty minutes. I'll do it.
-Who gets to go into the vent? -I do.
No.
You and Ash...
take the main air lock.
Parker, Lambert...
you cover up that maintenance opening, please.
Right.
I'm at the first junction.
Dallas, I'm right here.
-Parker? -Yeah.
Lambert?
I'm trying to get a reading.
The air lock is open.
OK, Ripley.
Ready.
Moving up.
All right. I've got a reading on you now.
Uh, open the hatch to the third junction.
OK, I'm through. Ripley?
Yes.
Close all the hatches behind me.
I'm moving on.
Dallas, hold it a minute. I think I got it.
-Yes, I've got it. -Where?
Somewhere around the third junction.
OK, moving on.
It is right around there. Be careful.
All right.
I've reached...
the third junction, and I'm going down.
What the hell's the matter with that box?
Dallas, hold your position for a minute.
I've lost the signal.
What? You sure?
Are you sure that it's not there?
It's got to be around there somewhere.
Check that out, Lambert.
You may be getting interference.
Are you sure there's no sign of it?
It is there.
It's got to be around there.
Dallas?
I can't believe this is happening.
All right.
Uh, am I clear? I want to get out of here.
Oh, God, it's moving right towards you!
Uh...
Move! Get out of there!
It's moving towards you! Move!
Dallas! Move, Dallas!
Move, Dallas! Get out!
No, not that way! The other way, Dallas!
Dallas?
-No! -Take it easy.
Dallas?
We found this laying there.
No blood...
no Dallas...
nothing.
How come nobody's saying nothing?
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.
I say that we abandon this ship.
We get the shuttle and just get the hell out of here!
We take our chances and just hope that somebody-
Lambert, shh. The shuttle won't take four.
Then why don't we draw straws?
I'm not drawing any straws.
I'm for killing that thing right now.
OK.
Well, let's talk about killing it.
We know it's using the air shafts.
Listen to me, Parker! Shut up!
Let's hear it.
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 until we have it cornered...
and then we'll blow it the fuck out into space.
Is that acceptable to you?
If it means killing it.
Obviously, it means killing it...
but we have to stick together.
How are our weapons?
The weapons are fine.
This one needs refuelling.
Will you get it, please?
Ash, go with him.
No, I can manage, Ash.
Don't follow me.
Ash?
Any suggestions from you or Mother?
No. We're still collating.
You're what?
You're still collating?
I find that hard to believe.
What would you like me to do?
Just what you've been doing, Ash-
nothing.
I've got access to Mother now...
and I'll get my own answers, thank you.
All right.
There is an explanation for this, you know.
There is?!
I don't want to hear your goddamn explanation!
I don't want to hear.
I...
Parker.
Lambert?
Ash.
Open the door.
Ash!
Will you open the door?
Let me by, Ash.
Aah! Aah!
What the hell are you doing?
Aah!
Get her up!
Get her up! Get her up!
Jesus!
It's a robot!
Ash is a goddamn robot!
God!
Holy shit!
Help me get this fucking thing off!
Aah!
Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!
Oh, God. Oh, God.
How come the Company sent us a goddamn robot?
They must've wanted the alien...
for their weapons division.
He's been protecting it right along.
Parker, will you plug it in?
Uh, I don't know why-
Because he may know how to kill it.
Ash, can you hear me?
Ash!
Yes, I can hear you.
What was your special order?
You read it. I thought it was clear.
What was it?
Bring back life form.
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.
How do we kill it, Ash?
There's got to be a way of killing it.
How do we do it?
You can't.
That's bullshit!
You still don't understand what you're dealing with.
The perfect organism.
Its structural perfection...
is matched only by its hostility.
You admire it.
I admire its purity.
A survivor-
unclouded...
by conscience...
remorse...
or delusions of morality.
I've heard enough of this.
I'm asking you to pull the plug.
Last word, Ripley.
What?
I can't lie to you about your chances, but...
you have my sympathies.
We're going to blow up the ship.
We'll take our chances in the shuttle.
-Blow up the ship. -Good.
Come on.
When we throw the switches...
how long before the ship blows?
-Ten minutes. -No bullshit.
If we ain't out in ten minutes...
we won't need no rocket to fly through space.
We'll need coolant for the air-support system.
You two get all the coolant you can carry.
I'll get the shuttle ready.
I'll give you about seven minutes.
Come back up here, I'll shut the switches off...
and we'll blow this fucker off into space.
OK. Come on.
-Ready? -Take care of yourself.
Seven minutes.
Take it easy.
Jones?
All right.
OK, check the bottles.
Jones?
-How you doing? -Fine.
Kitty?
OK, go ahead.
Jones?
Psst, psst, psst. Kitty, kitty, kitty.
Come here, Jones. Come here.
Jones?
Come here, boy.
Come here.
Nice kitty.
Jones?
Come here. Come here, sweetheart.
Jones.
Jones?
Jonesy.
Aah! Aah!
Jones! God damn it!
Now I got you.
Here, sweetheart.
Nice kitty.
Oh, my God!
Get out of the way!
I can't!
Get out of the way! It's going to kill us!
No, I can't!
For Christ's sake, get out of the way!
Lambert!
Get out of the way, Lambert!
Parker?
Lambert?
Lambert. Parker.
Uhh! Aah!
Aah!
Get out of the room!
No! No!
Lambert!
Aah!
Oh, God!
Aah!
Parker?
Ohh.
Oh!
Danger.
The emergency destruct system is now activated.
The ship will detonate in T-minus ten minutes.
The option to override automatic detonation...
expires in T-minus five minutes.
The option to override automatic detonation...
expires in T-minus three minutes.
The option to override automatic detonation...
expires in T-minus one minute.
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...
Come on!
three, two, one.
The option to override detonation procedure...
has now expired.
Mother, turn the cooling unit back on!
Mother!
The ship will automatically destruct...
in T-minus five minutes.
You bitch!
God damn it!
Jones.
You now have one minute to abandon ship.
The ship will automatically destruct...
in T-minus one minute.
T-minus thirty seconds...
twenty-eight-eight...
twenty-six-six...
twenty-four-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 got you...
you son of a bitch.
Shh, shh, shh.
It's all right.
Shh, shh, shh.
Shh, Jonesy.
Silly boy.
All right. It's nice to see you, too.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
It's OK.
Aah!
Come on.
You
Are
My lucky star
You
Are my lucky star
You
Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
OK.
Oh, come on.
You are
My lucky star
You
Are my lucky star
You, you're my lucky star
You are my lucky star
Oh, God.
OK.
Aah!
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 the frontier in about six weeks.
With a little luck, the network will pick me up.
This is Ripley...
last survivor of the Nostromo...
signing off.
Come on, cat.