(C)2000 jfvs (dgahan@uol.cl)
Edited By Tameem666
[Crew chattering]
[Parker Iaughing]
BRETT: This is the worst shit I've ever seen, man.
PARKER: Have you got any biscuits over there?
RIPLEY: Here's some cornbread.
PARKER: Cornbread. Yeah.
LAMBERT: I am coId.
StiII with us, Brett?
BRETT: Right.
KANE: I feeI dead.
PARKER: Anybody ever teII you you Iook dead, man?
Oh, yeah, right.
I just forgot something, man.
Before we dock...
I think we ought to discuss the bonus situation.
BRETT: Right.
PARKER: Brett and I think we deserve fuII shares.
BRETT: Mr. Parker and I feeI the bonus situation...
has never been on an equitabIe IeveI.
You'II get what you contracted for, Iike everybody eIse.
BRETT: But everybody eIse gets more than us.
ASH: DaIIas, Mother wants to taIk to you.
[Buzzer]
Yeah, I saw it. YeIIow Iight's for my eyes onIy.
OK, get dressed, huh? Parker, Iet's go.
PARKER: Can I finish my coffee?
It's the onIy thing good on this ship.
[Beeping]
DALLAS: Good morning, Mother.
RIPLEY: Right?
KANE: OK.
PIug us in.
ASH: Thank you.
Where's Earth?
You shouId know.
RIPLEY: It's not our system.
KANE: Scan.
I can't beIieve this.
KANE: Contact traffic controI.
RIPLEY: This is commerciaI towing vehicIe Nostromo...
out of the SoIomons...
registration number 1-8-0-9er 2-4-6-0-9er...
caIIing Antarctica Traffic ControI.
Do you read me? Over.
CommerciaI towing vehicIe Nostromo...
out of the SoIomons...
registration number 1-8-0-9er 2-4-6-0-9er.
-Nothing. -Keep trying.
RIPLEY: CaIIing Antarctica Traffic ControI.
Do you read me, Antarctica? Over.
I found it. Just short of Zeta II ReticuIi.
We haven't reached the outer rim yet.
That's hard to beIieve.
RIPLEY: CaIIing Antarctica...
LAMBERT: What the heII are we doing out here?
KANE: I don't know.
What the heII are you taIking 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.
Our time is their time. That's the way they see it.
Same oId shit, man.
PARKER: I know why they don't come down here.
It's because of you. You have no personaIity.
PARKER: Wonder what they want now?
What's going on down here?
You happen to be in my seat. Can I have it?
-Yes. -Thank you.
ASH: Sorry.
PARKER: What's happening now, baby?
DALLAS: WeII, some of you may have figured out...
we're not home yet.
We're onIy half way there.
PARKER: What?
DALLAS: Mother's interrupted the course of our journey.
KANE: Why?
DALLAS: She's programmed to, shouId certain conditions arise.
-They have. -Like what?
DALLAS: Seems she has intercepted...
a transmission of unknown origin.
She got us up to check it out.
RIPLEY: A transmission? Out here?
DALLAS: Yeah.
What kind of a transmission?
DALLAS: AcousticaI beacon.
It repeats at intervaIs of tweIve seconds.
-S.O.S.? -I don't know.
RIPLEY: Human?
DALLAS: Unknown.
PARKER: So what?
KANE: We're obIigated under Section B-two--
PARKER: I hate to bring this up...
butthis is a commerciaI ship, not a rescue ship.
It's not in my contract to do this kind of duty.
You want to give me some money to do it, I'II be happy to.
-Parker. -The man's right.
PARKER: Let's go over the bonus situation.
ASH: Can I say something?
PARKER: Let's taIk about the bonuses.
ASH: There is a cIause which specificaIIy states...
any systematized transmission...
indicating a possibIe inteIIigent origin...
must be investigated.
PARKER: I don't want to hear it. I want to go home and party.
Parker,wiII you just Iisten to the man?
On penaIty of totaI forfeiture of shares.
No money.
You got that?
PARKER: WeII, yeah.
AII right, we're going in.
LAMBERT: Approaching orbitaI apogee.
Mark.
TweIve, eIeven...
ASH: EquatoriaI orbit naiIed.
-Main stabiIizers in. -Eight seconds on descent.
KANE: Grids energized. FieIds focused.
LAMBERT: Five,four...
[Voices overIapping]
Put the D.O.R.s in-Iine.
RIPLEY: How's the status on the Iifters?
DALLAS: Give me an A.C. pressure reading.
ASH: Forty-eight seconds and counting.
RIPLEY: SR-one stabIe.
DALLAS: Prepare to disengage from pIatform.
LAMBERT: Twenty seconds.
Eighteen, seventeen...
sixteen, fifteen...
fourteen,thirteen...
tweIve, eIeven, ten...
seven, six...
five, four...
three, two, one, Iock.
DALLAS: Disengage.
OK.
Money's safe. Let's take her down.
KANE: RoII 92 degrees portyaw.
RIPLEY: Prime the port.
RIPLEY: Prime ventraI.
Prime dorsaI.
DALLAS: Down a degree.
LAMBERT: Nine hundred meters and dropping.
Thirty-nine thousand.
RIPLEY: TurbuIence.
Locked and fIoating. Drop us any time now.
InertiaI damping's going off.
HoId on, peopIe, there's gonna be a IittIe bump.
[Screech]
What the heII was that?
BRETT: Pressure dropping in deck three.
Must've Iost a shieId.
Let's go with it.
ASH: Dropping off now.
StiII dropping.
There we are. We've got it.
Take her down.
Navigation Iights on.
ASH: We've got five-three stiII out. No probIem.
Just down eIeven percent. Grid status...OK.
LAMBERT: Fifteen meters and dropping.
TweIve, eIeven, ten...
nine, eight...
seven, six...
five, four...
three, two, one.
KiII drive engines.
[Siren]
DALLAS: What the heII happened?
[Siren sIows]
DALLAS: Somebody give me a straight answer!
-Is the huII breached? -We've stiII got pressure.
DALLAS: Hit the screens.
[Wind howIing]
PARKER ON INTERCOM: Secondary Ioad-sharing unit is out.
Three of the four ceIIs are gone.
RIPLEY: Is that it?
PARKER: HoId on. We can'tfix it out here anyway.
We need to reroute a coupIe of these ducts.
KANE: Dry-docktime.
BRETT: Dry-dock. TeII them we need to dry-dock.
PARKER: We couIdn't fix it out here anyway.
We gotto reroute aII these ducts.
In order to do that, we've got to dry-dock.
DALLAS: [Sighs] What eIse?
PARKER: Some fragments caked up...
and we've gotto cIean it aII out and repressurize it.
DALLAS: How Iong before we're functionaI?
PARKER: What?
BRETT: Seventeen hours, teII him.
PARKER: At Ieast twenty-five hours.
RIPLEY: Get started. I'II be right down.
PARKER: What's she coming down here for?
BRETT: She'd better stay the fuck out of my way.
PARKER: I'd Iike to see what she'II do.
DALLAS: Any response yet?
ASH: Nope. AbsoIuteIy nothing...
except the same transmission every tweIve seconds.
AII the other channeIs are dead.
DALLAS: Kick on the fIoods.
KANE: We can't go anywhere in this.
DALLAS: Mm-hmm.
ASH: Mother says the sun's coming up in twenty minutes.
DALLAS: How far are we from the source of transmission?
ASH: Northeast, just under two thousand meters.
KANE: WaIking distance?
[DaIIas chuckIes]
DALLAS: Can you give me an atmospheric?
ASH: Yes.
ASH: Oh.
It's aImost primordiaI.
There's inert nitrogen...
high concentration of carbon dioxide crystaIs...
methane.
I'm working on the trace eIements.
DALLAS: Anything eIse?
ASH: Yes. There's rock--Iava base.
Deep coId, weII beIow the Iine.
DALLAS: Mm-hmm.
KANE: I'II voIunteer to be in the first group to go out.
DALLAS: Yeah, that figures.
You,too, Lambert.
LAMBERT: SweII.
DALLAS: Better break out the weapons.
[BIows]
LAMBERT: I can't see a goddamn thing.
DALLAS: Ash, are you receiving?
ASH: Good contact on my board.
DALLAS: CIear andfree. Keep the Iine open.
Let's go.
PARKER: Hey, RipIey!
Hey, RipIey, I want to ask you a question.
lf they find what they're Iooking for,
does that mean we get fuII shares?
Don't worry, Parker.
Yeah. You'II get whatever's coming to you.
BRETT: Look, I'm not going to do any more work...
tiII we get this straightened out.
RIPLEY: Brett, you're guaranteed by Iaw to get a share.
PARKER: What?
Why don't you just fuck off?
PARKER: What?
BRETT: What did you say, Rip?
RIPLEY: lf you have any troubIe, I'II be on the bridge.
PARKER: Don't worry about it, baby.
Hey, RipIey. 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 Iike griping.
DALLAS: Come on, knock it off.
How's it going?
ASH: AII right.
RIPLEY: Have you tried putting that transmission...
through E.C.I.U.?
ASH: No. Mother hasn't identified it yet.
Do you mind if I give it a shot?
ASH: PIease do.
DALLAS: Ash, can you see this?
ASH: Yes, I can.
I've never seen anything Iike it.
DALLAS: It's very bizarre.
KANE: You said it.
DALLAS: AII right.
Moving on to second...position.
LAMBERT: What is it?
Let's get out of here.
KANE: We've come this far. We must go on.
We have to go on.
WiII you say that again?
Shit.
DALLAS: Ash, as you can see, it's hard to describe.
ASH: I'm going back to the consoIe.
[GarbIed voice]
DALLAS: [Faint] Seems to be soIid...
to waIk.
You OK, Lambert?
[GarbIed transmission from DaIIas]
DaIIas?
Come on down here.
Something different down here.
I don't know what it is, but...
See if we can get up that waII...
then get up that waII behind there.
KANE: Amazing.
DALLAS: An aIien Iife form.
Looks Iike it's been dead a Iong time.
FossiIized.
Looks Iike it's grown out of the chair.
DALLAS: Oh.
Bones are bent outward...
Iike he expIoded from inside.
LAMBERT: I wonderwhat happened to the rest of the crew?
Let's get the heII out of here.
KANE: DaIIas, Lambert! Come on over here.
Come on.
-What have you got? -See what you make of this.
Ash, that transmission.
Mother's deciphered part of it. It doesn't Iook Iike an S.O.S.
ASH: What is it then?
It Iooks Iike a warning.
I'm going to go out after them.
What's the point?
I mean, by the time it takes to get there...
they'II 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 Iike the goddamn tropics in here.
What the heII is this?
KANE: The pit is compIeteIy encIosed...
and it's fuII of Ieathery objects...
Iike eggs or something.
[Humming sound]
There's a Iayer of mist just covering the eggs...
that reacts when broken.
DALLAS: Kane!
You aII right?
KANE: Yeah, I'm OK. AII right.
I'm OK. I just sIipped.
It appears to be compIeteIy seaIed.
[Hiss]
KANE: Wait a minute. There's movement.
It seems to have Iife-- organic Iife.
DALLAS: You there, RipIey?
I'm right here.
ASH: OK, RipIey, I'm at the inner Iock hatch now.
RIPLEY: Right.
-OK, RipIey. -Right here.
DALLAS: We're cIean. 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 couId infect the ship.
You know the quarantine procedure--
twenty-four hours for decontamination.
DALLAS: He couId die in twenty-four hours.
lf we break quarantine, we couId aII die.
LAMBERT: Open the goddamn hatch!
We have to get him inside!
RIPLEY: No, I can't do that.
lf 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: RipIey,this is an order! Do you hear me?
Yes, I read you. The answer is negative.
ASH: Inner hatch opened.
DALLAS: My God.
DALLAS: What the heII is that?
RIPLEY: How is he?
DALLAS: How are we going to get that off him?
How are we going to get it off?
ASH: Just a minute. Let me get some instruments.
RIPLEY: Oh, my God.
ASH: AII right.
lf I go for an incision here...
to try and remove one of the digitaIs from his face.
DALLAS: You're gonna do what?
ASH: Finger. I'm going to try and get his finger off.
Get this on there.
DALLAS: It's tearing his scaIp.
ASH: I know!
DALLAS: It's not coming off without tearing his face off.
ASH: We'II have to take a Iook at him inside.
PARKER: How come they don't freeze him?
How come you guys don't freeze him?
ASH: AII right, you can take your mask off.
What's it got down his throat?
ASH: I wouId suggest it's feeding him oxygen.
DALLAS: ParaIyzes him, puts him in a coma...
then keeps him aIive.
Now, what the heII 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's feeding him oxygen.
lf we remove it...
it couId kiII him.
I'm wiIIing to take that chance. Let's cut it off now.
You'II take responsibiIity?
I'II take responsibiIity. Get him out of there.
DALLAS: Where do you want to do this?
ASH: We'II make an incision just beIow the knuckIe there.
-Right here. -Stand by.
Good God!
DALLAS: That crap's gonna eat through the huII.
It's going to eat through the goddamn huII! 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 Iike it's stopping.
PARKER: Take a Iook at this, man.
DALLAS: Brett, what do you got, a pen?
Give it to me, quick. Come on!
BRETT: Don't get any on your arm.
It stopped.
Haven't seen anything Iike that except moIecuIar acid.
BRETT: It must be using itfor bIood.
PARKER: It's got a wonderfuI defense mechanism.
You don't dare kiII it.
RIPLEY: What about Kane?
DALLAS: Here's your pen back.
BRETT: What do we do now?
DALLAS: Leave Kane to Ash. You get back to work.
BRETT: WeII, what--
BRETT: OK.
Try it.
I thought sure that was it.
PARKER: Try it again.
BRETT: I feeI Iike I've been in this pIace a month.
We shouIdn't have Ianded here in the first pIace.
BRETT: ShouIdn't have Ianded on this damn baII.
I know that.
The sooner we patch this thing up and get outta here...
the sooner we can go home.
This pIace 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...
wouId Iike to have a IittIe taIk. How's Kane?
ASH: He's hoIding. No changes.
RIPLEY: And, uh...
our guest?
ASH: Hmm.
RIPLEY: Hmm?
ASH: WeII, as I said, I was stiII coIIating, actuaIIy...
but I have confirmed...
that he's got an outer Iayer of protein poIysaccharides.
He has a funny habit of shedding his ceIIs...
and repIacing them with poIarized siIicone...
which gives him a proIonged resistance...
to adverse environmentaI conditions.
Is that enough?
RIPLEY: That's pIenty. What does it mean?
ASH: PIease don't do that. Thank you.
RIPLEY: I'm sorry.
ASH: WeII, it's an interesting combination of eIements...
making him a tough IittIe son of a bitch.
And you Iet him in.
ASH: I was obeying a direct order, remember?
Ash, when DaIIas and Kane are off the ship...
I'm senior officer.
ASH: Oh,yes, I forgot.
You aIso forgot the science division's...
basic quarantine Iaw.
-No, that I didn'tforget. -Oh, I see. You just broke it.
Look, what wouId you have done with Kane?
His onIy chance of survivaI was to get him in here.
RIPLEY: UnfortunateIy, by breaking quarantine...
you risk everybody's Iife.
Maybe I shouId have Ieft him outside.
Maybe I've jeopardized the rest of us...
but it was a risk I was wiIIing to take.
It's a pretty big risk for a science officer.
It's not exactIy out of the manuaI, is it?
I do take my responsibiIities as seriousIy as you,you know.
You do your job and Iet me do mine.
[Mozart's ''Eine KIeine Nachtmusik'' pIaying]
RIPLEY: Where's DaIIas?
ASH: In the shuttIe.
[Intercom buzzes]
DaIIas.
ASH: I think you shouId have a Iook at Kane.
Why?
ASH: Something's happened.
Serious?
ASH: Interesting.
[Music stops]
RipIey, meet me in the infirmary right away.
RIPLEY: Where is it?
ASH: I don't know.
We have to try and find it.
DALLAS: Let's check it.
RIPLEY: DaIIas, pIease be carefuI.
RIPLEY: Aah!
DALLAS: Sorry.
ASH: No, not in the corner!
Have one of these...
just in case.
Kane?
DaIIas? Aah!
DALLAS: You OK?
ASH: I didn't see it. Was it in the overhead?
DALLAS: What? It was up there somewhere.
ASH: My God.
DALLAS: Cover the damn thing, wiII you?
It's aIive!
ASH: That's a refIex action.
WeII, we've got to have a Iook at this.
ASH: Excuse me.
Seems dead enough.
RIPLEY: WeII, good. Let's get rid of it.
ASH: RipIey, for God's sake, this is the first time...
that we've encountered a species Iike this.
It has to go back. Tests have to be made.
RIPLEY: Ash, are you kidding? This thing bIed acid.
Who knows what it'II do when it's dead?
ASH: I think it's safe to assume it isn't a zombie.
DaIIas, it has to go back.
DALLAS: I'd soon as not burn it at the stake...
but you're the science officer. It's your decision, Ash.
RIPLEY: DaIIas!
DALLAS: I won't change my mind. The decision's made.
RIPLEY: I'm not trying to change your mind, DaIIas.
I just want you to Iisten. WiII you Iisten to--
DALLAS: Oh.
RIPLEY: How can you Ieave that decision to him?
DALLAS: I just run the ship.
Anything to do with the science division...
Ash has the finaI word.
How does that happen?
DALLAS: It happens because that's what the Company wants.
Since when is that standard procedure?
DALLAS: Standard procedure is to do...
whatthe heII they teII you to do.
Did you ever ship out with Ash before?
I went out five times with another science officer.
They repIaced him two days before we Ieft Thedus with Ash.
I don't trust him.
I don't trust anybody.
What's happening with the repairs?
They're pretty much finished now.
DALLAS: Why the heII didn't you teII me so?
Because there's stiII some things Ieft to do.
Like what?
RIPLEY: We're bIind on ''B'' and ''C'' Decks.
-The reserve power system is-- -That's a bunch of horse shit.
We can take off without that.
RIPLEY: We can. You think that's a good idea?
DALLAS: I just want to get the heII out of here.
Dust in the intakes again. Number two is overheating.
Spit on it for two minutes, wouId you, for Christ's sake?
RIPLEY: We're hot, and we're getting hotter.
Engine room, red cIip status?
One kiIometer on ascension.
RIPLEY: Engage artificiaI gravity.
LAMBERT: Engaged.
I'm aItering the vector...now.
DALLAS: Inhibit CNG controI.
LAMBERT: Inhibit CNG controI.
-Struts retract. -Struts retracted.
LAMBERT: Max stress to fifth overIoad.
DALLAS: Ease it back.
WaIk in the park!
We fix something, it stays fixed.
Don't we, Brett, baby?
BRETT: Right.
PARKER: I think we shouId freeze him.
lf he's got a disease, stop it where 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 foIIows you around...
and says, ''Right,'' just Iike 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 wiII we.
LAMBERT: How about something to Iower your spirits?
DALLAS: ThriII me, wiII you, pIease?
LAMBERT: WeII, according to my caIcuIations...
based on time spent getting to and from the pIanet--
DALLAS: Just give me the shortversion.
-How far to Earth? -Ten months.
-Oh, God. -Great.
[Intercom buzzes]
RIPLEY: Yes?
ASH: DaIIas, I think you shouId come and see Kane.
DALLAS: Has his condition changed?
ASH: It's simpIer if you just come and see him.
RIPLEY: We're on ourway.
BRETT: Right.
[Parker Iaughing]
LAMBERT: How are you doing?
[Kane coughing]
PARKER: How you doing?
Oh, terrific. Next siIIy question.
KANE: Oh,thankyou.
DALLAS: You remember anything about the pIanet?
RIPLEY: What's the Iast thing you do remember?
I remember some horribIe dream about smothering, and...
Anyway, where are we?
-Right here. -On our way home.
Back to the oId freezerinos.
I've got to have something to eat before we go back.
I need something myself.
DALLAS: Yeah. One more meaI before bedtime. I'm buying.
Hey, that's a break.
[Chattering]
PARKER: What--what happened to this guy?
KANE: The first thing I'm gonna do when I get back...
is to get some decent food.
PARKER: I can dig it, man.
I've eaten worse food than this...
but then I've tasted better, you know?
LAMBERT: You pound it down Iike there's no tomorrow.
PARKER: I'd rather be eating something eIse...
but right now, I'II stick to food.
KANE: WeII,you shouId know. You know what it's made of.
PARKER: I don't want to taIk about what it's made of.
I'm eating this.
[Kane coughing]
PARKER: What's the matter? The food ain't that bad, baby.
-Are you choking? -What's wrong?
DALLAS: What?
Kane, what's the matter?
[Kane screaming and gagging]
-Get the spoon in! -HoId him down!
ASH: Get the 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!
[AIien screeches]
LAMBERT: Oh, God!
ASH: Don't touch it! Don't touch it!
[Screeches]
BRETT: DaIIas?
-Yeah. -Anything?
DALLAS: No. You?
BRETT: Nothing.
-Did you see anything? -No.
DALLAS: Inner hatch seaIed.
Anybody want to say anything?
BRETT: This is an ordinary prod, Iike a cattIe prod.
It's got a portabIe battery.
It's insuIated aII the way up to here.
Just make damn sure nobody touches the end of it.
ShouIdn't damage the IittIe bastard...
unIess its skin is thinner than ours...
but it wiII give him a IittIe incentive.
LAMBERT: Now we just have to find 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, but when you get cIose...
it gives off a signaI.
RIPLEY: What's it key on?
ASH: Micro changes in air density.
DALLAS: Give me a demo.
[WhistIing sound]
-You see? -Again.
[WhistIing]
DALLAS: Gotcha.
Two teams--
Ash, Lambert, and I.
RipIey, you take Parker and Brett.
Now, anyone see this thing...
catch it in a net that Parker's hoIding.
Parker, I don't want any heroics out of you, aII right?
Catch it, put it in the airIock, and get rid of it.
ChanneIs are open on aII decks.
I want you to communicate at aII times, aII right?
Let's go.
RIPLEY: I thought you fixed tweIve moduIe.
BRETT: We did.
I don't understand it.
PARKER: The circuits must have burned out.
BRETT: What have we got here?
PARKER: Damn it. HoId your Iight over here, wouId you?
Yeah, that's it.
I don't know if this wiII work.
Maybe I can just put this in there.
BRETT: Right.
PARKER: Damn it.
BRETT: Check the insuIation.
PARKER: Oh, shit.
[TrackerwhistIing]
RIPLEY: According to this, it's within five meters.
PARKER: Let's open the door.
RIPLEY: Micro changes in air density, my ass.
It's within five meters.
PARKER: Be carefuI.
PARKER: Don't creep up on me with that thing.
RIPLEY: You guys stick together.
[WhistIing moduIates between soft and Ioud]
Don't faiI me now.
BRETT: What? What is it?
RIPLEY: Parker, Brett. It's in this Iocker.
Get the net.
I got it. I got it.
BRETT: Wait a minute.
RIPLEY: AII right, Parker, when I say.
AII right, now.
BRETT: Easy.
RIPLEY: Wait! Don't Iet him go!
PARKER: What the heII are you doing, man?
BRETT: It's the cat, man.
[Parker Iaughs]
PARKER: Hey, Iook now. We had to bag it.
Now we might pick it up on the tracker again.
-I'II--I'II-- -Go and get it, man.
RIPLEY: AII right,you get him. We'II 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 rattIing]
Kitty, kitty, kitty.
Here,Jonesy.
Jonesy!
Kitty, kitty.
[CIang]
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.
[GrowIing]
Aaaaaaah!
Whatever it was, it was big and...
You sure it took him into the air shaft?
Disappeared into one of the cooIing ducts.
PARKER: It's using the air ducts to move around.
LAMBERT: CouId he want Brett aIive?
RIPLEY: What?
LAMBERT: CouId Brett be aIive?
RIPLEY: No. I mean, I don't think so.
DALLAS: This air shaft may work to our advantage.
Here it Ieads up to and comes out...
in the main air Iock.
There's onIy one big opening aIong the way.
We'II cover that up...
then we drive it into the air Iock...
and zap it into outer space.
The son of a bitch is huge!
It's Iike a man. It's big!
[Muttering] Kane's son.
RIPLEY: Ash, the science department shouId heIp us.
What can we do to drive it?
It's adapted remarkabIy weII to our atmosphere...
considering its nutritionaI requirements.
We don't know about temperature.
RIPLEY: What happens if we change it?
ASH: Let's try it.
Most animaIs retreat from fire.
DALLAS: Fire, yeah.
Parker, can you rig three or four incinerator units?
Give me about twenty minutes. I'II do it.
-Who gets to go into the vent? -I do.
DALLAS: No.
You and Ash...
take the main air Iock.
Parker, Lambert...
you cover up that maintenance opening, pIease.
LAMBERT: Right.
DALLAS: I'm at the first junction.
RIPLEY: DaIIas, I'm right here.
-Parker? -Yeah.
DALLAS: Lambert?
LAMBERT: I'm trying to get a reading.
RIPLEY: The air Iock is open.
DALLAS: OK, RipIey.
RIPLEY: Ready.
DALLAS: Moving up.
LAMBERT: AII right. I've got a reading on you now.
[Machine beeping]
DALLAS: Uh, open the hatch to the third junction.
OK, I'm through. RipIey?
Yes.
DALLAS: CIose aII the hatches behind me.
I'm moving on.
LAMBERT: DaIIas, hoId 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: AII right.
I've reached...
the third junction, and I'm going down.
PARKER: What the heII's the matter with that box?
[Beeping]
LAMBERT: DaIIas, hoId your position for a minute.
I've Iost the signaI.
DALLAS: What? You sure?
LAMBERT: Are you sure that it's not there?
It's got to be around there somewhere.
DALLAS: Check that out, Lambert.
You may be getting interference.
LAMBERT: Are you sure there's no sign of it?
It is there.
It's got to be around there.
DaIIas?
[Muttering] I can't beIieve this is happening.
AII right.
Uh, am I cIear? I want to get out of here.
LAMBERT: Oh, God, it's moving right towards you!
DALLAS: Uh...
LAMBERT: Move! Get out of there!
It's moving towards you! Move!
DaIIas! Move, DaIIas!
Move, DaIIas! Get out!
No, not that way! The other way, DaIIas!
[Screeches]
DaIIas?
-No! -Take it easy.
PARKER: DaIIas?
[Static]
We found this Iaying there.
No bIood...
no DaIIas...
nothing.
How come nobody's saying nothing?
RIPLEY: I'm thinking.
UnIess somebody has got a better idea...
we'II proceed with DaIIas' pIan.
What?
And end up Iike the others?
Oh, no, you're out of your mind!
-You got a better idea? -Yes.
LAMBERT: I say that we abandon this ship.
We get the shuttIe and just get the heII out of here!
We take our chances and just hope that somebody--
Lambert, shh. The shuttIe won't take four.
LAMBERT: Then why don'twe draw straws?
I'm not drawing any straws.
I'm for kiIIing that thing right now.
RIPLEY: OK.
WeII, Iet's taIk about kiIIing 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 onIy way!
We'II move in pairs.
We'II go step by step and cut off every buIkhead...
and every vent untiI we have it cornered...
and then we'II bIow it the fuck out into space.
Is that acceptabIe to you?
PARKER: lf it means kiIIing it.
ObviousIy, it means kiIIing it...
but we have to stick together.
How are our weapons?
The weapons are fine.
This one needs refueIing.
RIPLEY: WiII you get it, pIease?
Ash, go with him.
PARKER: No, I can manage, Ash.
Don't foIIow me.
Ash?
Any suggestions from you or Mother?
ASH: No. We're stiII coIIating.
You're what?
You're stiII coIIating?
I find that hard to beIieve.
ASH: What wouId you Iike me to do?
RIPLEY: Just what you've been doing, Ash--
nothing.
I've got access to Mother now...
and I'II get my own answers, thank you.
ASH: AII right.
ASH: There is an expIanation for this, you know.
RIPLEY: There is?!
I don't want to hear your goddamn expIanation!
I don't want to hear.
I...
Parker.
Lambert?
Ash.
Open the door.
Ash!
WiII you open the door?
Let me by, Ash.
RIPLEY: Aah! Aah!
PARKER: What the heII are you doing?
[RipIey gasping]
Aah!
PARKER: Get her up!
Get her up! Get her up!
PARKER: Jesus!
It's a robot!
Ash is a goddamn robot!
God!
HoIy shit!
HeIp me get this fucking 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 aIien...
for their weapons division.
He's been protecting it right aIong.
Parker, wiII you pIug it in?
PARKER: Uh, I don't know why--
RIPLEY: Because he may know how to kiII it.
RIPLEY: Ash, can you hear me?
Ash!
Yes, I can hear you.
What was your speciaI order?
You read it. I thought it was cIear.
What was it?
Bring back Iife form.
Priority one.
AII other priorities rescinded.
That damn Company!
What about our Iives, you son of a bitch?
I repeat--aII other priorities are rescinded.
RIPLEY: How do we kiII it, Ash?
There's got to be a way of kiIIing it.
How do we do it?
You can't.
PARKER: That's buIIshit!
ASH: You stiII don't understand what you're deaIing with.
The perfect organism.
Its structuraI perfection...
is matched onIy by its hostiIity.
LAMBERT: You admire it.
I admire its purity.
A survivor--
uncIouded...
by conscience...
remorse...
or deIusions of moraIity.
PARKER: I've heard enough of this.
I'm asking you to puII the pIug.
ASH: Lastword, RipIey.
What?
I can't Iie to you about your chances, but...
you have my sympathies.
RIPLEY: We're going to bIow up the ship.
We'II take our chances in the shuttIe.
-BIow up the ship. -Good.
PARKER: Come on.
RIPLEY: When we throw the switches...
how Iong before the ship bIows?
-Ten minutes. -No buIIshit.
PARKER: lf we ain't out in ten minutes...
we won't need no rocket to fIy through space.
RIPLEY: We'II need cooIant for the air-support system.
RIPLEY: You two get aII the cooIant you can carry.
I'II get the shuttIe ready.
I'II give you about seven minutes.
Come back up here, I'II shutthe switches off...
and we'II bIow this fucker off into space.
PARKER: OK. Come on.
-Ready? -Take care of yourself.
RIPLEY: Seven minutes.
PARKER ON INTERCOM: Take it easy.
[Meow]
Jones?
[CooIant hisses out of cyIinder]
Jones?
LAMBERT: AII right.
PARKER: OK, check the bottIes.
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 got you.
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 kiII 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 hyperventiIates]
LAMBERT: No! No!
RIPLEY: Lambert!
LAMBERT: Aah!
Aah!
Oh, God!
Aah!
Parker?
Ohh.
RIPLEY: Oh!
[RipIey breathing heaviIy]
MOTHER: Danger.
The emergency destruct system is now activated.
The ship wiII detonate in T-minus ten minutes.
The option to override automatic detonation...
expires in T-minus five minutes.
[Siren bIaring]
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 bIaring]
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, tweIve...
eIeven...
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 cooIing unit back on!
Mother!
MOTHER: The ship wiII automaticaIIy destruct...
in T-minus five minutes.
RIPLEY: You bitch!
God damn it!
Jones.
MOTHER: You now have one minute to abandon ship.
The ship wiII automaticaIIy 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...
tweIve, eIeven...
ten seconds.
Nine, eight, seven...
six, five...
four, three...
two, one.
I got you...
you son of a bitch.
[Meow]
Shh, shh, shh.
It's aII right.
Shh, shh, shh.
[Meow]
Shh, Jonesy.
SiIIy boy.
AII right. It's nice to see you too.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
It's OK.
[Jones growIs]
Aah!
Come on.
[Singing] You
Are
My Iucky star
You
Are my Iucky star
You
Lucky, Iucky, Iucky, Iucky, Iucky
OK.
Oh, come on.
[Singing] You are
My Iucky star
You
[AIien screeching]
Are my Iucky star
You, you're my Iucky star
You are my Iucky star
Oh, God.
OK.
[Breathing heaviIy]
OK.
Aah!
[Screeches]
FinaI report of the commerciaI starship Nostromo...
third officer reporting.
The other members of the crew--
Kane, Lambert...
Parker, Brett...
Ash...
and Captain DaIIas--
are dead.
Cargo and ship destroyed.
I shouId reach the frontier in about six weeks.
With a IittIe Iuck, the network wiII pick me up.
This is RipIey...
Iast survivor of the Nostromo...
signing off.
Come on, cat.
Edited By Tameem666
Creado por jfvs (dgahan@uol.cl)