Have you got any biscuits over there?
Heres some cornbread.
I am cold.
- Still with us, Brett? - Right.
- Oh, I feel dead. - Anybody ever tell you you look dead?
Oh, yeah. Right! I just forgot something, man.
Before we dock, I think we ought to discuss the bonus situation.
Brett and I, we think we deserve full shares.
Mr Parker and I feel the bonus situation has never been on an equitable level.
Yeah, I saw it. Yellow lights for my eyes only.
OK, get dressed, huh? Parker?
I havent finished my coffee. Its the only thing good on this ship.
- Right? - OK.
Plug us in.
Thank you.
- Where is Earth? - You should know.
Its not our system.
Scan.
I cant believe this.
Contact traffic control.
This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo,
out of the Solomons, registration number 180924609,
calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me? Over.
Commercial towing vehicle Nostromo, out of the Solomons.
Registration number 180924609.
- Nothing. - Keep trying.
Calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me, Antarctica? Over.
Ive found it, just short of Zeta II Reticuli.
We havent reached the outer rim yet.
Thats hard to believe.
What the hell are we doing out here?
Dont know. What the hell are you talking about?
Thats not our system.
I know that.
Do you ever notice how they never come down here?
This is where the work is, right?
Same reason we get a half share to their one. Our time is their time. Same old shit, man.
I think I know why they dont come down. Its because of you. You have no personality.
- You happen to be in my seat. Can I have it? - Yes. Of course. Sorry.
Whats happening now, baby?
Well, some of you may have figured out were not home yet. Were only halfway there.
- What? - Mothers interrupted ourjourney course.
Why?
Shes programmed to do that should certain conditions arise. They have.
It seems she has intercepted a transmission of unknown origin.
- She got us up to check it out. - A transmission? Out here?
What kind of a transmission?
Acoustical beacon that repeats at intervals of 12 seconds.
- SOS? - I dont know.
- Human? - Unknown.
- So what? - We are obligated under Section...
I hate to bring this up, but this is a commercial ship, not a rescue ship.
- Right. - Its not in my contract, this kind of duty.
And what about the money? If you wanna give me some money, Id be happy to oblige.
Lets go over the bonus situation.
Im sorry, can I say something?
There is a clause which states Any systematized transmission
indicating intelligent origin must be investigated...
I wanna go home and party.
Parker, will you just listen to the man?
...on penalty of total forfeiture of shares.
No money.
You got that?
- Well, yeah! - Were going in.
Approaching orbital apogee. Mark.
Equatorial orbit nailed.
5, 4,
3, 2,
1.
DORs in line.
- Status on the lifters? - Give me an AC pressure reading.
48 seconds and counting.
Prepare to disengage from platform.
20 seconds.
18, 17...
12, 11, 10,
9, 8, 7,
6, 5, 4,
3, 2,
1, lock.
Disengage.
Clear.
Moneys safe. Lets take her down.
- Roll 92 degrees, port yaw. - Prime the port.
Im not getting anything.
Turbulence.
Locked and floating. You can drop us anytime now.
Initial dampings going off. Hold on, people, theres going to be a little bump.
What the hell was that?
Pressure drop. Must have lost a shield.
Lets go with it.
Im still not getting anything.
Yeah. Dropping off now.
Still dropping.
There we are, weve got it.
Take her down.
Navigation lights on.
9, 8,
7, 6,
5, 4,
3, 2, 1.
Kill drive engines.
What the hell happened?
- Somebody give me an answer! - Is the hull breached?
I dont see anything. We still have pressure.
- Push the screen. - Why?
Secondary load-sharing unit is out.
Three of the four cells are gone.
- Is that it? - No, hold on.
We cant fix it out here anyway and we need to reroute a couple of these ducts.
Dry-dock time.
Dry-dock. Tell him to dry-dock!
We couldnt fix it out here anyway. Weve gotta reroute all these ducts.
In order to do that, weve got to dry-dock.
What else?
Some fragments caked up. Weve got to clean it out and repressurize it.
How long before were functional?
- Look... - 17 hours, tell her.
At least 25 hours.
Get started. Ill be right down.
- What the hells she coming down here for? - She better stay the fuck out of my way.
Any response yet?
No, absolutely nothing, except the same transmission every 12 seconds.
All the other channels are dead.
Kick on the floods.
We cant go anywhere in this.
Mother says the sun rises in 20 minutes.
- How far to the source of transmission? - Northeast. Just under 2,000 meters.
Walking distance?
- Can you give me an atmospheric? - Yes.
Its almost primordial.
Theres inert nitrogen, high concentration of carbon dioxide crystals, methane...
- Im working on the trace elements. - Anything else?
Yes. Theres rock, lava base.
Deep cold, well below the line.
Ill volunteer to be in the first group to go out.
Yeah, that figures.
- You, too, Lambert. - Swell.
Youd better break out the weapons.
- I cant see a goddamn thing! - Ash, are you receiving?
Good contact on my board.
Clear and free. Keep the line open.
Lets go.
Hey, Ripley.
Hey, Ripley, I want to ask you a question.
If they find what theyre looking for, do we get full shares?
Dont worry, Parker, youll get whatevers coming to you.
Im not gonna do any more work until we get this straightened out.
Brett, youre guaranteed by law to get a share.
- What? - Why dont you just fuck off?
- What? - What did you say, Rip?
If you have any trouble, III be on the bridge.
Hey, Ripley, come back here!
- Son of a bitch. - Whats the matter?
Cant see a goddamn thing.
Quit griping.
- I like griping. - Come on, knock it off.
Hows it going?
- Oh, all right. - Did you put the transmission through ECIU?
No. Mother hasnt identified it yet.
- Mind if I give it a shot? - Please do.
- Ash, can you see this? - Yes, I can.
Ive never seen anything like it.
Its very bizarre.
You said it.
All right.
Moving on to second... position.
What is it?
Lets get outta here.
Weve got this far. We must go on. We have to go on.
Will you say that again?
Shit!
Ash, as you can see, its hard to describe.
Im going back to the console.
Dallas!
Come on down here. Theres something different here.
I dont know what it is, but if we can get up that wall, we can find out.
Alien life form.
It looks like its been dead a long time.
Fossilized.
Looks like its grown out of the chair.
Bones are bent outward.
Like he exploded from inside.
I wonder what happened to the rest of the crew.
Lets get the hell outta here.
Dallas! Lambert! Come on over here!
Come on.
- What have you got? - See what you make of this.
Well, I... It looks like a warning.
- Im gonna go out after them. - Whats the point?
I mean, by the time it takes to get there, theyll know if its a warning or not. Yes?
Are you OK down there?
- Can you see anything? - I dont know... A cave.
A cave of some sort, but I...
I dont know, but its like the goddamn tropics in here.
What the hell is this?
The pit is completely enclosed.
And its full of leathery objects, like eggs or something.
Theres a layer of mist covering the eggs that reacts when broken.
Kane? Are you all right?
Yeah, lm OK. All right.
Im OK, I just slipped.
It appears to be completely sealed.
Wait a minute, theres movement.
It seems to have life. Organic life.
- Are you there, Ripley? - Im right here.
- OK, Ripley. Im at the inner lock hatch. - Right.
Are you there, Ripley? Were clean, let us in.
- What happened to Kane? - Something attached itself to him.
What kind of thing?
An organism. Open the hatch!
If we let it in, the ship could be infected. You know the quarantine procedure.
- 24 hours for decontamination. - He could die. Open the hatch.
Listen to me. We break quarantine, we could all die.
Could you open the goddamn hatch? We have to get him inside!
No. I cant, and if you were in my position youd do the same.
Ripley, this is an order. Open that hatch, do you hear me?
- Yes. - Ripley, this is an order! Do you hear me?
Yes. I read you. The answer is negative.
Inner hatch open.
What the hell is that?
How is he?
How are we gonna get that off of him?
- How are we gonna get it off? - Just a minute! III get some instruments.
Right. Now, if I make an incision here
to try and remove one of the digits from his face...
Youre gonna do what?
Finger. Ill try and get this finger off.
Get this cleating on there...
- Its tearing his scalp! - I know!
Well have to take a look at him inside.
How come they dont freeze him?
How come you guys dont freeze him?
You can take your mask off.
- Whats it got down his throat? - I would suggest its feeding him oxygen.
Paralyses him, puts him in a coma, then keeps him alive.
What the hell is that?
- Weve got to get it off him. - Just a minute.
Lets not be too hasty.
We dont know anything about...
it.
Were assuming its feeding him oxygen. If we remove it, it could kill him.
Ill take that chance. Lets cut it off him now.
- You take responsibility? - Yes, yes. Get him out of there.
Where do you want to do this?
Well make an incision just below the knuckle there.
- Right here? - Stand by.
Good God!
That craps gonna eat through the hull.
I think its going to eat through the goddamn hull. Come on!
Whats going on?
This way.
Next deck.
There it is.
Dont get under it!
Looks like its stopping.
Take a look at this, man.
Brett, give me your pen. Give it to me, quick.
Come on, come on!
Dont get any on your arm.
Its stopped.
I havent seen anything like that, except molecular acid.
It must be using it for blood.
Its got a wonderful defense mechanism. You dont dare kill it.
What about Kane?
Heres your pen back.
- What do we do now? - Leave Kane to Ash. You get back to work.
Oh... What...?
OK.
Try it.
- Damn it. I felt sure that was it. - Try it again.
Feel like lve been in this place a month.
We shouldnt have landed here in the first place.
We shouldnt have landed on this damn ball, I know that.
The sooner we patch this thing up and get outta here, the sooner we can go home.
This place gives me the creeps.
Its amazing. What is it?
Id say its, um...
I dont know yet.
- Do you want something? - Yes, I, uh...
A little talk. Hows Kane?
Hes holding. No changes.
And, uh, our guest?
Well, as I said, lm still collating, actually.
But I have confirmed that hes got an outer layer of protein polysaccharides.
He has a funny habit of shedding his cells and replacing them with polarized silicone,
which gives him a prolonged resistance to adverse environmental conditions.
Is that enough?
Thats plenty. What does it mean?
- Please dont do that. Thank you. - Im sorry.
Its an interesting combination of elements, making him a... tough little son of a bitch.
And you let him in.
I was obeying a direct order, remember?
Ash, when Dallas and Kane are off the ship, I'm senior officer.
Oh, yes. I forgot.
You also forgot the Science Divisions basic quarantine law.
- No, that I didnt forget. - Oh, I see. You just broke it.
What would you have done with Kane? Hm?
You knew his only chance of survival was to get him in here.
Unfortunately, by breaking quarantine, you risk everybodys life.
Maybe I should have left him outside.
Maybe lve jeopardized the rest of us, but it was a risk I was willing to take.
Its a pretty big risk for a science officer.
Its not exactly out of the manual, is it?
I do take my responsibilities as seriously as you.
You do yourjob and let me do mine. Yes?
- Wheres Dallas? - In the shuttle.
- Dallas. - You should have a look at Kane.
- Why? - Somethings happened.
- Serious? - Interesting.
Ripley, meet me in the infirmary right away.
- Where is it? - Well, I dont know!
- We have to try and find it. - Lets check it.
Dallas, please be careful.
Sorry.
No, not in the corner!
Have one of these. Just in case.
Kane?
Are you OK?
- I didnt see it. Was it in the overhead? - It was up there somewhere.
- My God. - Cover the damn thing, will you?
Its alive.
Excuse me.
- It seems dead enough. - Good. Lets get rid of it.
Ripley, for Gods sake, this is the first time weve encountered a species like this.
It has to go back. All sorts of tests have to be made.
Ash, are you kidding? This thing bled acid. Who knows what it will do when its dead?
I think its safe to assume it isnt a zombie.
Dallas, it has to go back.
Id soon as not burn it at the stake, but youre the science officer.
- Its your decision, Ash. - Dallas!
- You wont make me change my mind... - Im not trying to change your mind.
I just want you to listen... Will you listen?
- How can you leave that decision to him? - I just run the ship.
Anything scientific, Ash has the final word.
- How does that happen? - Thats what the company wants.
- Since when is that standard procedure? - Standard procedure is to do what they say.
Ever ship out with Ash before?
I went out five times with another science officer.
They replaced him two days before we left Thedus with Ash. Hm?
- I dont trust him. - I dont trust anybody.
- Whats happening with the repairs? - Theyre pretty much finished.
- Why didnt you tell me? - Theres still some things to do.
Like what?
Were blind on B and C decks, the reserve power systems blown...
Thats horseshit. We can take off without that.
Dust in the intakes. Number twos overheating.
Spit on it for two minutes, for Christ sake!
Were hot and were getting hotter.
Engine room, red clip status.
- One kilometer on ascension. - Engage artificial gravity.
- Engaged. - Im altering the vector... now.
Inhibit CNG.
- Struts retract. - Struts retracted.
Walk in the park!
When we fix something, it stays fixed. Dont we, Brett, baby?
Right!
We should freeze him. If hes got a disease, why dont we stop it there?
- We can get to a doctor back home. - Right.
Whenever he says anything, you say Right, Brett, you know?
Right.
Parker, your staffjust follows you around and says Right! Just like a parrot.
- Shape up! What are you, a parrot? - Right.
Come on, knock it off!
- Kanes gonna have to go into quarantine. - Yes, and so are we.
- How about something to lower your spirits? - Thrill me, will you, please?
According to my calculations, based on time spent...
- Give me the short version. How far to Earth? - Ten months.
Oh, God.
Yes?
- Dallas, I think you should see Kane. - Has his condition changed?
- Its simpler if you come. - Were on our way.
Right.
How are you feelin?
- How are you doing? - Terrific! Next silly question?
Oh, thank you.
Do you remember anything about the planet?
Whats the last thing you do remember?
I remember some horrible dream about smothering and...
Anyway, where are we?
- Right here! - Were on our way home.
Back to the old freezerinos!
- Ive got to have something to eat first. - I need something to eat myself.
One more meal before bedtime. Im buying.
Hey, thats a break!
The first thing lm going to do when I get back is to get some decent food.
I can dig it. Ive eaten worse food than this, but then lve tasted better.
You pound down the stuff like theres no tomorrow.
Id rather be eating something else, but right now, lm thinking food.
You should know, you know what its made of.
I dont wanna talk about what its made of. Im eating this!
Whats the matter, man? The food aint that bad, baby!
Whats wrong?
What? What?
- This is serious. - Kane!
Get the spoon!
- Get it into his mouth! - Im trying!
Oh, God!
- Dallas? - Yeah.
- Anything? - No. You?
Nothing.
- Did you see anything? - No.
Inner hatch sealed.
Anybody want to say anything?
This is just an ordinary prod, like a cattle prod.
Its got a portable battery. Its insulated from here to here.
Just make damn sure nobody puts their hand on the end of it.
It shouldnt damage the bastard unless its skin is thinner than ours.
But it will give him a little incentive.
Now we just have to find him.
Ive taken care of that. Ive designed this tracking device.
You just set it to search for a moving object.
Hasnt got much of a range, but within a certain distance, it gives off a signal.
What does it key on?
Micro changes in air density.
Gimme a demo.
See? And again...
Gotcha.
Two teams. Ash, Lambert and I. Ripley, you take Parker and Brett.
Catch it, put it in the airlock, get rid of it.
The channels are open on all decks.
I want you to communicate, keep in touch at all times.
Lets go.
I thought you fixed 12 module.
We did.
I dont understand it.
The circuits must have burned out.
- What have we got here? - Damn it, hold your light over here.
Yeah, thats it.
I dont know if this is going to work.
- Put this in there. - Right.
Check the insulation.
Shit...
According to this, its within five meters.
Open the door.
Micro changes in air density, my ass.
Its within five meters.
Be careful.
- Hey, dont creep up on me with that thing. - You guys stick together.
- Whoa, whoa now... - What?
Parker, Brett, its in this locker.
In where?
Here, take it.
I got it, I got it.
Wait.
All right, Parker? When I say.
- All right. Now. - Easy.
- Dont let him go! - What the hell are you doing, man?!
Its the cat.
Hey, look, now. We had to bag it. Now we might pick it up on the tracker again.
- III... Ill... - Go and get it, man.
You get him, well go on.
Here, kitty!
Here, kitty, kitty.
Kitty crap. Jones!
Jonesy?
Here, Jonesy!
Jonesy?
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Here, Jonesy!
Jonesy?
Here, kitty, kitty.
Kitty, kitty, kitty.
Jonesy.
Jonesy?
Hey. Hey, come on, Jonesy.
Come on, baby. Thats a kitty.
Come on, baby.
Thats a kitty.
Hey, lm not gonna hurt you. Come on.
Whatever it was, it was big.
No question. Its... Its using the air ducts to move around.
Could he want Brett alive?
- What? - Could Brett be alive?
No. I mean, I... I dont think so.
Now, this air shaft may work to our advantage.
It leads up to and comes out in the main airlock.
Theres only one big opening along the way.
We can cover that up and then we drive it into the airlock and zap it into outer space.
The son of a bitch is huge!
I mean, its like a man. Its big!
Kanes son.
Come on, Ash. The science department should be able to help. How can we drive it?
Its adapted well to our atmosphere, considering its nutritional needs.
But we dont know about temperature.
- OK, temperature. What if we change it? - Lets try it. Most animals retreat from fire.
Fire, yeah. Parker, can you rig three or four incinerator units?
No.
You and Ash, take the main airlock.
Parker, Lambert, you cover up that maintenance opening, please.
- Im at the firstjunction. - Dallas, lm right here.
- Parker? - Yeah.
- Lambert? - In position. Im trying to get a reading.
- The airlock is open. - OK, Ripley.
Ready.
All right, lve got a reading on you now.
Open the hatch to the third junction.
Im moving on.
Dallas, hold on. I think I got it.
- Yes, lve got it. - Where?
Its somewhere around the third junction.
OK. Moving on.
It is right around there. Dallas, youre gonna have to be careful.
All right. Ive reached the third junction and lm going down.
What the hells the matter with that box?
Dallas, hold your position for a minute. I...
- Ive lost the signal! - What?
You sure?
Are you sure its not there? lts got to be around there.
Check that out, Lambert. You may be getting interference.
Dallas, are you sure theres no sign of it? It is there!
Its gotta be around there!
Dallas?
All right.
Am I clear? I wanna get the hell outta here.
Oh, God! Lts moving right towards you.
Move! Get out of there!
Move!
Dallas! Move, Dallas!
Move, Dallas. Get out!
No! Not that way! The other way!
Dallas?
- No. - Take it easy.
Dallas!
We found this laying there.
No blood.
No Dallas.
Nothing.
- I dont hear anybody sayin nothing. - Im thinking.
Unless somebody has got a better idea, well proceed with Dallass plan.
What?! And end up like the others? Oh, no. Youre out of your mind!
- You got a better idea? - Yes. I say that we abandon the ship.
We get the shuttle and get the hell out of here, and hope somebody picks us up.
Lambert, shh.
- The shuttle wont take four. - Then why dont we draw straws?
Im not drawing any straws. Im for killing it now!
OK. Lets talk about killing it. Its in the air shafts...
Will you listen to me, Parker? Shut up!
Lets hear it. Lets hear it.
- Its using the air shafts. - We dont know that...
Thats the only way! Well move in pairs.
Well go step by step and cut off every bulkhead and vent
until we have it cornered, then well blow it the fuck out into space.
Is that acceptable to you?
If it means killing it, yeah.
But we have to stick together.
This one needs refueling.
Will you get it, please?
- Ash, go with him. - No, I can manage, Ash.
Dont follow me.
Ash!
Any suggestions from you or Mother?
No. Were still collating.
Youre what? Youre still collating?
I find that hard to believe.
- What would you like me to do? - Just what youve been doing, Ash. Nothing.
Ive got access to Mother now, and III get my own answers, thank you.
All right.
There is an explanation for this, you know.
I dont wanna hear your goddamn explanation!
Parker. Lambert?
Ash!
Will you open the door?
Let me by, Ash.
What the hell are you doing?
Get her up! Get her up, get her up!
Its an android!
Jesus...
Its a robot! Ash is a goddamn robot.
God!
Holy shit!
Help me get this fucking thing off!
God... Oh, Jesus...
Oh, God. Oh, God.
How come the company sent us a goddamn robot?
They must have wanted the alien for the weapons division.
Hes been protecting it right along.
- Parker, will you plug it in? - Um... I dont know...
Because he may know how to kill it.
Ash, can you hear me?
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.
The damn company! What about our lives, you son of a bitch?!
I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.
How do we kill it, Ash? Theres gotta be a way of killing it.
- How do we do it? - You cant.
Thats bullshit!
You still dont understand what youre dealing with, do you?
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.
Look, lve heard enough of this and lm asking you to pull the plug.
I cant lie to you about your chances, but...
you have my sympathies.
Were gonna blow up the ship.
Well take our chances in the shuttle.
- Blow up the ship. - Good.
Come on.
When we throw the switches, how long do we have?
- Ten minutes. - No bullshit.
Or else we wont need no rocket to fly through space.
Well need coolant for the air support system.
You two go down and get all the coolant you can carry. Ill get the shuttle ready.
Ill give you about... about seven minutes.
Come back up here, III shut the switches off and well blow this fucker off into space.
- Ready? - Take care of yourself.
Seven minutes.
Take it easy.
Jones?
- How are you doing? - Fine.
OK, go ahead.
Jones?
Kitty, kitty, kitty.
Come here, Jones, come here.
Jones.
Come here, boy. Come here. Nice kitty.
Jones?
Come here. Come here, sweetheart.
Jones.
Jones. Jones.
Jones.
Jones! Goddamn it.
Now lve got you.
Come on, sweetheart. Nice kitty.
Oh, my God...
- Get out of the way! - I cant.
Get out of the way! Lts gonna kill us!
I cant!
- For Christ sake, get out of the way! - Parker... Lambert...
Get out of the way, Lambert!
Lambert! Lambert... Parker...
Get ready to roll!
Parker?
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.
29, 28,
27,
26, 25,
24,
23, 22,
21, 20 seconds.
19, 18,
17, 16,
15, 14, 13,
12,
11, 10 seconds.
9, 8,
7, 6,
5, 4,
3, 2,
1.
The option to override detonation procedure has now expired.
Mother! Lve turned the cooling unit back on!
Mother!
The ship will automatically destruct in T minus five minutes.
You bitch!
Goddamn it!
Jones.
You now have one minute to abandon ship.
The ship will automatically destruct in T minus one minute.
T minus 30 seconds.
29, 28,
27, 26,
25, 24,
23, 22,
21, 20 seconds.
19, 18,
17, 16,
15, 14,
13, 12, 11,
10 seconds.
9, 8,
7, 6,
5, 4,
3, 2, 1.
I got you,
you son of a bitch.
Its all right.
All right, its nice to see you, too.
Its OK.
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...
...my lucky star...
You are my lucky star...
You are my lucky...
You... are my lucky star...
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.
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