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[Crew chattering]...
...[Parker laughing]
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 cold.
Still with us, Brett?
BRETT: Right.
KANE: I feel dead.
PARKER: Anybody ever tell you you look 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 full shares.
BRETT: Mr. Parker and I feel the bonus situation...
...has never been on an equitable level.
You'll get what you contracted for, like everybody else.
BRETT: But everybody else gets more than us.
ASH: Dallas, Mother wants to talk to you.
[Buzzer]
Yeah, I saw it. Yellow light's for my eyes only.
OK, get dressed, huh? Parker, let's go.
PARKER: Can I finish my coffee?
It's the only thing good on this ship.
[Beeping]
DALLAS: Good morning, Mother.
RIPLEY: Right?
KANE: OK.
Plug us in.
ASH: Thank you.
Where's Earth?
You should know.
RIPLEY: It's not our system.
KANE: Scan.
I can't believe this.
KANE: Contact traffic control.
RIPLEY: This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo...
...out of the Solomons...
...registration number 1-8-0-9er 2-4-6-0-9er...
...calling Antarctica Traffic Control.
Do you read me? Over.
Commercial towing vehicle Nostromo...
...out of the Solomons...
...registration number 1-8-0-9er 2-4-6-0-9er.
Nothing. - Keep trying.
RIPLEY: Calling Antarctica Traffic Control.
Do you read me, Antarctica? Over.
I found it. Just short of Zeta II Reticuli.
We haven't reached the outer rim yet.
That's hard to believe.
RIPLEY: Calling Antarctica...
LAMBERT: What the hell are we doing out here?
KANE: I don't know.
What the hell are you talking 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 old shit, man.
PARKER: I know why they don't come down here.
It's because of you. You have no personality.
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: Well, some of you may have figured out...
...we're not home yet.
We're only halfway there.
PARKER: What?
DALLAS: Mother's interrupted the course of our journey.
KANE: Why?
DALLAS: She's programmed to, should 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: Acoustical beacon.
It repeats at intervals of twelve seconds.
S.O.S.? - I don't know.
RIPLEY: Human?
DALLAS: Unknown.
PARKER: So what?
KANE: We're obligated under Section B-two...
PARKER: I hate to bring this up...
...but this is a commercial 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'll be happy to.
Parker. - The man's right.
PARKER: Let's go over the bonus situation.
ASH: Can I say something?
PARKER: Let's talk about the bonuses.
ASH: There is a clause which specifically states...
...any systematized transmission...
...indicating a possible intelligent origin...
...must be investigated.
PARKER: I don't want to hear it. I want to go home and party.
Parker, will you just listen to the man?
On penalty of total forfeiture of shares.
No money.
You got that?
PARKER: Well, yeah.
All right, we're going in.
PARKER: Yeah, we're going in, aren't we?
LAMBERT: Approaching orbital apogee.
Mark.
Twelve, eleven...
ASH: Equatorial orbit nailed.
Main stabilizers in. - Eight seconds on descent.
KANE: Grids energized. Fields focused.
LAMBERT: Five, four...
...[Voices overlapping]
Put the D.O.R. s in-line.
RIPLEY: How's the status on the lifters?
DALLAS: Give me an A.C. pressure reading.
ASH: Forty-eight seconds and counting.
RIPLEY: SR-one stable.
DALLAS: Prepare to disengage from platform.
LAMBERT: Twenty seconds.
Eighteen, seventeen...
...sixteen, fifteen...
...fourteen, thirteen...
...twelve, eleven, ten...
...seven, six...
...five, four...
...three, two, one, lock.
DALLAS: Disengage.
OK.
Money's safe. Let's take her down.
KANE: Roll 92 degrees port yaw.
RIPLEY: Prime the port.
RIPLEY: Prime ventral.
Prime dorsal.
DALLAS: Down a degree.
LAMBERT: Nine hundred meters and dropping.
Thirty-nine thousand.
RIPLEY: Turbulence.
Locked and floating. Drop us any time now.
Inertial damping's going off.
Hold on, people, there's gonna be a little bump.
[Screech]
What the hell was that?
BRETT: Pressure dropping in deck three.
Must've lost a shield.
Let's go with it.
ASH: Dropping off now.
Still dropping.
There we are. We've got it.
Take her down.
Navigation lights on.
ASH: We've got five-three still out. No problem.
Just down eleven percent. Grid status... OK.
LAMBERT: Fifteen meters and dropping.
Twelve, eleven, ten...
...nine, eight...
...seven, six...
...five, four...
...three, two, one.
Kill drive engines.
[Siren]
DALLAS: What the hell happened?
[Siren slows]
DALLAS: Somebody give me a straight answer.
Is the hull breached? - We've still got pressure.
DALLAS: Hit the screens.
[Wind howling]
PARKER ON INTERCOM: Secondary load-sharing unit is out.
Three of the four cells are gone.
RIPLEY: Is that it?
PARKER: Hold on. We can't fix it out here anyway.
We need to reroute a couple of these ducts.
KANE: Dry-dock time.
BRETT: Dry-dock. Tell them we need to dry-dock.
PARKER: We couldn't fix it out here anyway.
We got to reroute all these ducts.
In order to do that, we've got to dry-dock.
DALLAS: [Sighs] What else?
PARKER: Some fragments caked up...
...and we've got to clean it all out and repressurize it.
DALLAS: How long before we're functional?
PARKER: What?
BRETT: Seventeen hours, tell him.
PARKER: At least twenty-five hours.
RIPLEY: Get started. I'll 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 like to see what she'll do.
DALLAS: Any response yet?
ASH: Nope. Absolutely nothing...
...except the same transmission every twelve seconds.
All the other channels are dead.
DALLAS: Kick on the floods.
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: Walking distance?
[Dallas chuckles]
DALLAS: Can you give me an atmospheric?
ASH: Yes.
ASH: Oh.
It's almost primordial.
There's inert nitrogen...
...high concentration of carbon dioxide crystals...
...methane.
I'm working on the trace elements.
DALLAS: Anything else?
ASH: Yes. There's rock... lava base.
Deep cold, well below the line.
DALLAS: Mm-hmm.
KANE: I'll volunteer to be in the first group to go out.
DALLAS: Yeah, that figures.
You, too, Lambert.
LAMBERT: Swell.
DALLAS: Better break out the weapons.
[Blows]
LAMBERT: I can't see a goddamn thing.
DALLAS: Ash, are you receiving?
ASH: Good contact on my board.
DALLAS: Clear and free. Keep the line open.
Let's go.
PARKER: Hey, Ripley.
Hey, Ripley, I want to ask you a question.
If they find what they're looking for,
does that mean we get full shares?
Don't worry, Parker.
Yeah. You'll get whatever's coming to you.
BRETT: Look, I'm not going to do any more work...
...till we get this straightened out.
RIPLEY: Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share.
PARKER: What?
Why don't you just fuck off?
PARKER: What?
BRETT: What did you say, Rip?
RIPLEY: If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge.
PARKER: Don't worry about it, baby.
Hey, Ripley. 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 like griping.
DALLAS: Come on, knock it off.
How's it going?
ASH: All 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: Please do.
DALLAS: Ash, can you see this?
ASH: Yes, I can.
I've never seen anything like it.
DALLAS: It's very bizarre.
KANE: You said it.
DALLAS: All 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.
Will you say that again?
Shit.
DALLAS: Ash, as you can see, it's hard to describe.
ASH: I'm going back to the console.
[Garbled voice]
DALLAS: [Faint] Seems to be solid...
...to walk.
You OK, Lambert?
[Garbled transmission from Dallas]
Dallas?
Come on down here.
Something different down here.
I don't know what it is, but...
See if we can get up that wall...
...then get up that wall behind there.
KANE: Amazing.
DALLAS: An alien life form.
Looks like it's been dead a long time.
Fossilized.
Looks like it's grown out of the chair.
DALLAS: Oh.
Bones are bent outward...
...like he exploded from inside.
LAMBERT: I wonder what happened to the rest of the crew?
Let's get the hell out of here.
KANE: Dallas, 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 look like an S.O.S.
ASH: What is it then?
It looks like 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'll 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 like the goddamn tropics in here.
What the hell is this?
KANE: The pit is completely enclosed...
...and it's full of leathery objects...
...like eggs or something.
[Humming sound]
There's a layer of mist just covering the eggs...
...that reacts when broken.
DALLAS: Kane.
You all right?
KANE: Yeah, I'm OK. All right.
I'm OK. I just slipped.
It appears to be completely sealed.
[Hiss]
KANE: Wait a minute. There's movement.
It seems to have life... organic life.
DALLAS: You there, Ripley?
I'm right here.
ASH: OK, Ripley, I'm at the inner lock hatch now.
RIPLEY: Right.
OK, Ripley. - Right here.
DALLAS: We're clean. 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 could infect the ship.
You know the quarantine procedure...
...twenty-four hours for decontamination.
DALLAS: He could die in twenty-four hours.
If we break quarantine, we could all die.
LAMBERT: Open the goddamn hatch.
We have to get him inside.
RIPLEY: No, I can't do that.
If 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: Ripley, 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 hell 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: All right.
If I go for an incision here...
...to try and remove one of the digitals 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 scalp.
ASH: I know.
DALLAS: It's not coming off without tearing his face off.
ASH: We'll have to take a look at him inside.
PARKER: How come they don't freeze him?
How come you guys don't freeze him?
ASH: All right, you can take your mask off.
What's it got down his throat?
ASH: I would suggest it's feeding him oxygen.
DALLAS: Paralyzes him, puts him in a coma...
...then keeps him alive.
Now, what the hell is that?
We've got to 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.
If we remove it...
...it could kill him.
I'm willing to take that chance. Let's cut it off now.
You'll take responsibility?
I'll take responsibility. Get him out of there.
DALLAS: Where do you want to do this?
ASH: We'll make an incision just below the knuckle there.
Right here. - Stand by.
Good God.
DALLAS: That crap's gonna eat through the hull.
It's going to eat through the goddamn hull. 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 like it's stopping.
PARKER: Take a look 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 like that except molecular acid.
BRETT: It must be using it for blood.
PARKER: It's got a wonderful defense mechanism.
You don't dare kill 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: Well, what...
BRETT: OK.
Try it.
I thought sure that was it.
PARKER: Try it again.
BRETT: I feel like I've been in this place a month.
We shouldn't have landed here in the first place.
BRETT: Shouldn't 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.
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...
...would like to have a little talk. How's Kane?
ASH: He's holding. No changes.
RIPLEY: And, uh...
...our guest?
ASH: Hmm.
RIPLEY: Hmm?
ASH: Well, as I said, I was still collating, actually...
...but I have confirmed...
...that he's 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?
RIPLEY: That's plenty. What does it mean?
ASH: Please don't do that. Thank you.
RIPLEY: I'm sorry.
ASH: Well, it's an interesting combination of elements...
...making him a tough little son of a bitch.
And you let him in.
ASH: I was obeying a direct order, remember?
Ash, when Dallas and Kane are off the ship...
I'm senior officer.
ASH: Oh, yes, I forgot.
You also forgot the science division's...
...basic quarantine law.
No, that I didn't forget. - Oh, I see. You just broke it.
Look, what would you have done with Kane?
His only chance of survival was to get him in here.
RIPLEY: Unfortunately, by breaking quarantine...
...you risk everybody's life.
Maybe I should have left him outside.
Maybe I've jeopardized the rest of us...
...but it was a risk I was willing to take.
It's a pretty big risk for a science officer.
It's not exactly out of the manual, is it?
I do take my responsibilities as seriously as you, you know.
You do your job and let me do mine.
[Mozart's 'Eine Kleine Nachtmusik' playing]
RIPLEY: Where's Dallas?
ASH: In the shuttle.
[Intercom buzzes]
Dallas.
ASH: I think you should have a look at Kane.
Why?
ASH: Something's happened.
Serious?
ASH: Interesting.
[Music stops]
Ripley, 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: Dallas, please be careful.
RIPLEY: Aah.
DALLAS: Sorry.
ASH: No, not in the corner.
Have one of these...
...just in case.
Kane?
Dallas? 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, will you?
It's alive.
ASH: That's a reflex action.
Well, we've got to have a look at this.
ASH: Excuse me.
Seems dead enough.
RIPLEY: Well, good. Let's get rid of it.
ASH: Ripley, for God's sake, this is the first time...
...that we've encountered a species like this.
It has to go back. Tests have to be made.
RIPLEY: Ash, are you kidding? This thing bled acid.
Who knows what it'll do when it's dead?
ASH: I think it's safe to assume it isn't a zombie.
Dallas, 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: Dallas.
DALLAS: I won't change my mind. The decision's made.
RIPLEY: I'm not trying to change your mind, Dallas.
I just want you to listen. Will you listen to...
DALLAS: Oh.
RIPLEY: How can you leave that decision to him?
DALLAS: I just run the ship.
Anything to do with the science division...
Ash has the final 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...
...what the hell they tell you to do.
Did you 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.
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 hell didn't you tell me so?
Because there's still some things left to do.
Like what?
RIPLEY: We're blind on 'B' and 'C' Decks.
The reserve power system is... - That's a bunch of horseshit.
We can take off without that.
RIPLEY: We can. You think that's a good idea?
DALLAS: I just want to get the hell out of here.
Dust in the intakes again. Number two is overheating.
Spit on it for two minutes, would you, for Christ's sake?
RIPLEY: We're hot, and we're getting hotter.
Engine room, red clip status?
One kilometer on ascension.
RIPLEY: Engage artificial gravity.
LAMBERT: Engaged.
I'm altering the vector... now.
DALLAS: Inhibit CNG control.
LAMBERT: Inhibit CNG control.
Struts retract. - Struts retracted.
LAMBERT: Max stress to fifth overload.
DALLAS: Ease it back.
Walk in the park.
We fix something, it stays fixed.
Don't we, Brett, baby?
BRETT: Right.
PARKER: I think we should freeze him.
If he's got a disease, stop it where it is.
He can get to 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 follows you around...
...and says, 'Right,' just like 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 will we.
LAMBERT: How about something to lower your spirits?
DALLAS: Thrill me, will you, please?
LAMBERT: Well, according to my calculations...
...based on time spent getting to and from the planet...
DALLAS: Just give me the short version.
How far to Earth? - Ten months.
Oh, God. - Great.
[Intercom buzzes]
RIPLEY: Yes?
ASH: Dallas, I think you should come and see Kane.
DALLAS: Has his condition changed?
ASH: It's simpler if you just come and see him.
RIPLEY: We're on our way.
BRETT: Right.
[Parker laughing]
LAMBERT: How are you doing?
[Kane coughing]
PARKER: How you doing?
Oh, terrific. Next silly question.
KANE: Oh, thank you.
DALLAS: You remember anything about the planet?
RIPLEY: What's the last thing you do remember?
I remember some horrible dream about smothering, and...
Anyway, where are we?
Right here. - On our way home.
Back to the old freezerinos.
I've got to have something to eat before we go back.
I need something myself.
DALLAS: Yeah. One more meal 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 like there's no tomorrow.
PARKER: I'd rather be eating something else...
...but right now, I'll stick to food.
KANE: Well, you should know. You know what it's made of.
PARKER: I don't want to talk 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. - Hold 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.
[Alien screeches]
LAMBERT: Oh, God.
ASH: Don't touch it. Don't touch it.
[Screeches]
BRETT: Dallas?
Yeah. - Anything?
DALLAS: No. You?
BRETT: Nothing.
Did you see anything? - No.
DALLAS: Inner hatch sealed.
Anybody want to say anything?
BRETT: This is an ordinary prod, like a cattle prod.
It's got a portable battery.
It's insulated all the way up to here.
Just make damn sure nobody touches the end of it.
Shouldn't damage the little bastard...
...unless its skin is thinner than ours...
...but it will give him a little incentive.
LAMBERT: Now we just have to find it.
ASH: I've taken care of that.
I've designed this tracking device.
You set it to search for a moving object.
Hasn't got much of a range, but when you get close...
...it gives off a signal.
RIPLEY: What's it key on?
ASH: Micro changes in air density.
DALLAS: Give me a demo.
[Whistling sound]...
You see? - Again.
[Whistling]
DALLAS: Gotcha.
Two teams...
Ash, Lambert, and I.
Ripley, you take Parker and Brett.
Now, anyone see this thing...
...catch it in a net that Parker's holding.
Parker, I don't want any heroics out of you, all right?
Catch it, put it in the airlock, and get rid of it.
Channels are open on all decks.
I want you to communicate at all times, all right?
Let's go.
RIPLEY: I thought you fixed twelve module.
BRETT: We did.
I don't understand it.
PARKER: The circuits must have burned out.
BRETT: What have we got here?
PARKER: Damn it. Hold your light over here, would you?
Yeah, that's it.
I don't know if this will work.
Maybe I can just put this in there.
BRETT: Right.
PARKER: Damn it.
BRETT: Check the insulation.
PARKER: Oh, shit.
[Tracker whistling]
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 careful.
PARKER: Don't creep up on me with that thing.
RIPLEY: You guys stick together.
[Whistling modulates between soft and loud]
Don't fail me now.
BRETT: What? What is it?
RIPLEY: Parker, Brett. It's in this locker.
Get the net.
I got it. I got it.
BRETT: Wait a minute.
RIPLEY: All right, Parker, when I say.
All right, now.
BRETT: Easy.
RIPLEY: Wait. Don't let him go.
PARKER: What the hell are you doing, man?
BRETT: It's the cat, man.
[Parker laughs]
PARKER: 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.
RIPLEY: 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.
[Meow]
Jonesy?
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.
Meow.
Here, Jonesy.
Jonesy.
[Meow]
Here, kitty, kitty.
[Cat screeches]...
...[Water dripping]...
...[Chains rattling]
Kitty, kitty, kitty.
Here, Jonesy.
Jonesy.
Kitty, kitty.
[Clang]
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 hurt you.
Come on.
[Growling]
Aaaaaaah.
Whatever it was, it was big and...
You sure it took him into the air shaft?
Disappeared into one of the cooling ducts.
PARKER: It's using the air ducts to move around.
LAMBERT: Could he want Brett alive?
RIPLEY: What?
LAMBERT: Could Brett be alive?
RIPLEY: No. I mean, I don't think so.
DALLAS: 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.
[Muttering] Kane's son.
RIPLEY: 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.
RIPLEY: What happens if we change it?
ASH: Let's try it.
Most animals retreat from fire.
DALLAS: 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.
DALLAS: No.
You and Ash...
...take the main air lock.
Parker, Lambert...
...you cover up that maintenance opening, please.
LAMBERT: Right.
DALLAS: I'm at the first junction.
RIPLEY: Dallas, I'm right here.
Parker? - Yeah.
DALLAS: Lambert?
LAMBERT: I'm trying to get a reading.
RIPLEY: The air lock is open.
DALLAS: OK, Ripley.
RIPLEY: Ready.
DALLAS: Moving up.
LAMBERT: All right. I've got a reading on you now.
[Machine beeping]
DALLAS: Uh, open the hatch to the third junction.
OK, I'm through. Ripley?
Yes.
DALLAS: Close all the hatches behind me.
I'm moving on.
LAMBERT: Dallas, hold 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 careful.
DALLAS: All right.
I've reached...
...the third junction, and I'm going down.
PARKER: What the hell's the matter with that box?
[Beeping]
LAMBERT: Dallas, hold your position for a minute.
I've lost the signal.
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.
Dallas?
[Muttering] I can't believe this is happening.
All right.
Uh, am I clear? 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.
Dallas. Move, Dallas.
Move, Dallas. Get out.
No, not that way. The other way, Dallas.
[Screeches]
Dallas?
No. - Take it easy.
PARKER: Dallas?
[Static]
We found this laying there.
No blood...
...no Dallas...
...nothing.
How come nobody's saying nothing?
RIPLEY: 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.
LAMBERT: 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.
LAMBERT: Then why don't we draw straws?
I'm not drawing any straws.
I'm for killing that thing right now.
RIPLEY: OK.
Well, let's talk about killing 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 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?
PARKER: 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 refueling.
RIPLEY: Will you get it, please?
Ash, go with him.
PARKER: No, I can manage, Ash.
Don't follow me.
Ash?
Any suggestions from you or Mother?
ASH: No. We're still collating.
You're what?
You're still collating?
I find that hard to believe.
ASH: What would you like me to do?
RIPLEY: Just what you've been doing, Ash...
...nothing.
I've got access to Mother now...
...and I'll get my own answers, thank you.
ASH: All right.
ASH: There is an explanation for this, you know.
RIPLEY: 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.
RIPLEY: Aah. Aah.
PARKER: What the hell are you doing?
[Ripley gasping]
Aah.
PARKER: Get her up.
Get her up. Get her up.
PARKER: Jesus.
It's a robot.
Ash is a goddamn robot.
God.
Holy shit.
Help 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 alien...
...for their weapons division.
He's been protecting it right along.
Parker, will you plug it in?
PARKER: Uh, I don't know why...
RIPLEY: Because he may know how to kill it.
RIPLEY: 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.
RIPLEY: How do we kill it, Ash?
There's got to be a way of killing it.
How do we do it?
You can't.
PARKER: That's bullshit.
ASH: You still don't understand what you're dealing with.
The perfect organism.
Its structural perfection...
...is matched only by its hostility.
LAMBERT: You admire it.
I admire its purity.
A survivor...
...unclouded...
...by conscience...
...remorse...
...or delusions of morality.
PARKER: I've heard enough of this.
I'm asking you to pull the plug.
ASH: Last word, Ripley.
What?
I can't lie to you about your chances, but...
...you have my sympathies.
RIPLEY: We're going to blow up the ship.
We'll take our chances in the shuttle.
Blow up the ship. - Good.
PARKER: Come on.
RIPLEY: When we throw the switches...
...how long before the ship blows?
Ten minutes. - No bullshit.
PARKER: If we ain't out in ten minutes...
...we won't need no rocket to fly through space.
RIPLEY: We'll need coolant for the air-support system.
RIPLEY: 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.
PARKER: OK. Come on.
Ready? - Take care of yourself.
RIPLEY: Seven minutes.
PARKER ON INTERCOM: Take it easy.
[Meow]
Jones?
[Coolant hisses out of cylinder]
Jones?
LAMBERT: All right.
PARKER: OK, check the bottles.
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 kill 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 hyperventilates]
LAMBERT: No. No.
RIPLEY: Lambert.
LAMBERT: Aah.
Aah.
Oh, God.
Aah.
Parker?
Ohh.
RIPLEY: Oh.
[Ripley breathing heavily]
MOTHER: 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.
[Siren blaring]
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 blaring]
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, twelve...
...eleven...
...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 cooling unit back on.
Mother.
MOTHER: The ship will automatically destruct...
...in T-minus five minutes.
RIPLEY: You bitch.
God damn it.
Jones.
MOTHER: You now have one minute to abandon ship.
The ship will automatically destruct...
...in T-minus one minute.
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...
...twelve, eleven...
...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 all right.
Shh, shh, shh.
[Meow]
Shh, Jonesy.
Silly boy.
All right. It's nice to see you, too.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.
It's OK.
[Jones growls]
Aah.
Come on.
[Singing] You
Are
My lucky star
You
Are my lucky star
You
Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky
OK.
Oh, come on.
[Singing] You are
My lucky star
You...
...[Alien screeching]
Are my lucky star
You, you're my lucky star
You are my lucky star
Oh, God.
OK.
[Breathing heavily]
OK.
Aah.
[Screeches]
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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