All language subtitles for Alien 2 (1986)

Bio-readouts are all in the green.
Looks like she's alive.

Well, there goes our salvage, guys.

How are we today?

Ahh, terrible.

Well, better than yesterday,
at least.

- Where am I?
- You're safe.

You're at Gateway Station.
Been here a couple of days.

You were pretty groggy at first,
but now you're OK.

Looks like you've got a visitor.

Jonesy! Come here!

Hey, come here!

How are you, you stupid cat?

How are you!

Where have you been?

Guess you two have met, huh?

I'm Burke. Carter Burke.
I work for the company.

But ... don't let that fool you.
I'm really an OK guy.

I'm glad to see you're
feeling a little better.

They tell me all the weakness and
disorientation should pass soon.

That's just natural side effects of
such an unusually long hyper-sleep ―

or something like that.

What do you mean?

How long was I out there?

Has no-one discussed
this with you yet?

No. But, I mean, I don't ...

recognise this place.

No, I know. Uh ... OK.

It's just that, uh, this
might be a shock to you.

- It's longer ...
- How long?

Please.

57 years.

What?

That's the thing.
You were out there for 57 years.

What happened was ... you had
drifted right through the core systems,

and it's really just blind luck ...

that a deep-salvage team
found you when they did.

It's one in a thousand, really.

I think you're damn lucky
to be alive, kiddo.

You could be floating out there
forever. That's ― you know ...

You OK?

You OK?

God!

Nurse! Nurse! Please!

Someone get in here now!

No!

Now!

Hold!

Please!

Hold her!

Kill me!

No!

No!

Bad dreams again?

- You want something to
help you sleep? │- No.

I've slept enough.

Jonesy ... come here.

Shh!

It's all right.

It's all right now.

It's over.

Hi. Sorry I'm late.
Been running behind all morning.

Is there any word
about my daughter?

Uh ... I think we should worry
about the hearing now ...

because we don't have a lot of
time, OK? I read your deposition ...

and it's great. If you stick
to that, I think we'll be fine.

The thing to remember is there are gonna
be a lot of heavyweights in there.

You got Feds, Interstellar
Commerce Commission ...

Colonial Administration,
insurance company guys.

Do you have any news
about my daughter?

Well, we did come up with some
information. Why don't we sit down?

I was hoping to wait
until after the inquest.

Amanda Ripley McClaren ―
Her married name, I guess?

Age 66.

And that was at the time
of her death ...

which was two years ago.

I'm real sorry.

Amy ...

She was cremated ...

and interred at Westlake Repository,
in Little Shoot, Wisconsin.

No children mentioned.

I promised her ...

that I would be home
for her birthday.

Her eleventh birthday.

I'd like to go back to this point
about the override destruct order.

I don't understand this.

We have been here for
three and a half hours.

Now, how many different ways do you
want me to tell the same story?

Look at it from our
perspective, please.

Please?

Now, you feely admit to
detonating the engines of,

and thereby destroying
an M-Class star freighter.

A rather expensive piece of hardware.

42 million in adjusted dollars.

That's minus payload, of course.

The lifeboat's flight recorder corroborates
some elements of your account,

in that, for reasons unknown,
the Nostromo set down on LV-426 ...

an unsurveyed planet at that time.

That it resumed its course, and was
subsequently set for self-destruct by you ...

for reasons unknown.

Not for reasons unknown.
I told you.

We set down there on company orders to
get this thing, which destroyed my crew,

and your expensive ship.

The analysis team which went over the
lifeboat centimeter by centimeter ...

found no physical evidence of
the creature you describe.

Good!

That's because I blew it out
of the goddamn air lock.

Like I said.

Are there any species like
this hostile organism on LV-426?

No. It's a rock.
No indigenous life.

Did IQ's just drop sharply
while I was away?

Ma'am, I already said that
it was not indigenous.

It was a derelict spacecraft.
It was an alien ship.

It was not from there.

Do you get it?
We homed in on its beacon.

And found something never recorded
once in over 300 surveyed worlds.

A creature that "gestates ...

inside a living human host".
- Yes.

These are your words ...

and has concentrated acid for blood."
- That's right.

Look, I can see where this is
going, but I'm telling you that ...

those things exist.
- Thank you, Officer Ripley. That will be all.

Please! You're not listening to me.
Kane — the crew member ...

Kane, who went into that ship, said he
saw thousands of eggs there. Thousands.

Thank you. That will be all.

Goddamn it, that's not all!

Because if one of those things gets
down here, then that will be all!

Then all this ― this bullshit
that you think is so important ...

you can just kiss all that goodbye!

It is the finding of this
court of inquiry that ...

Warrant Officer E. Ripley ...

NOC 14472 ...

has acted with
questionable judgment ...

and is unfit to hold an ICC licence
as a commercial flight officer.

Said licence is hereby
suspended indefinitely.

Now, no criminal charges will be
filed against you at this time,

and you are released ...

on your own recognisance for a 6-month
period of psychometric probation,

to include monthly review by
an ICC psychiatric technician.

These proceedings are closed.

That could have been ... better.

- Look, I think the ... Ripley?
- Van Leuwen.

Why don't you just check out LV-426?

Because I don't have to.

There have been people
there for over 20 years ...

and they've never complained
about any hostile organism.

What do you mean? What people?

Terraformers.

Planet engineers.

They go in and set up these
big atmosphere processors ...

to make the air breathable.
Takes decades.

It's what we call a
"Shake 'n' Bake" colony.

How many are there?
How many colonists?

I don't know. 60, maybe 70, families.

Do you mind?

Families.

Jesus!

I'll be down in maintenance, OK?

- Al?
- What?

- Hey, Al.
- What?

Remember you sent some wildcatters
out of the middle of nowhere last week ...

ah, out past the alien range?

Yeah. What?

One of them's on the horn ...

on to something. Wants to know
if his claim will be honoured.

Why wouldn't his claim be honoured?

Well because you sent them out
to that particular middle of ...

nowhere on company orders,
maybe? I don't know.

Christ! Some honch in a cushy office on
Earth says "Go look at a grid reference".

We look. They don't say
why and I don't ask.

I don't ask because it takes two
weeks to get an answer out here.

And the answer is always "Don't ask".

So what do I tell this guy?

Tell him, as far as I'm concerned,
if he finds something, it is his.

- Lydecker?
- What?

You kids know you are not supposed to be
on this level! Go on. Get out of here!

You too ― you go in
places we can't fit!

So? That's why I'm the best!

Knock it off! I catch either of you playing
in the air ducts again, I'll tan your hides.

Mom, all the kids play ...

Hey, hey wait a minute. Annie, come
and have a look at this, will ya?

Folks, we have scored big this time.

What is it, Dad?

I'm not sure.

Let's see if we can't get a
closer look at this thing.

Maybe through that crack down inside.

Shouldn't we call in?

Let's wait till we know
what to call it in as.

That's about as close as we can get.

Should we take a look inside?

You kids stay inside. I mean it.
We'll be right back.

- OK. │- Bye. │- Bye.

Timmy, they've been
gone a long time.

It'll be OK.
Dad knows what he's doing.

Mayday! Mayday! This is Alpha Kilo
Two Four Niner calling Alpha Control!

This is Alpha Kilo Two Four Niner!

Hi, Ripley. This is Lieutenant Gorman
of the Colonial Marine Corps ...

Ripley, we have to talk.

We've lost contact
with the colony on LV-426.

I don't believe this.

You guys throw me to the wolves ...

and now you want me
to go back out there?

Forget it. It's not my problem.

- Can I finish?
- No.

There's no way.

Ripley, you wouldn't be going in with
the troops. I can guarantee your safety.

These Colonial Marines
are very tough hombres.

They're packing
state-of-the-art firepower.

There's nothing they can't handle.

Lieutenant, am I right?

That's true. We've been trained
to deal with situations like this.

Huh! Then you don't need me.
I'm not a soldier.

Yeah, but we don't know exactly
what's going on out there.

It may just be a downed transmitter.

Ok, but if it's not,

I would like you there
as an advisor, and that's all.

What's your interest in all this?
Why are you going?

The corporation co-financed that colony
along with Colonial Administration.

We're getting into a lot of terraforming
now, and, building better worlds ...

Yeah, yeah. I saw the commercial.

Look, I don't have time for this.
I've got to get to work.

Oh, right. I heard you're
working in the cargo docks.

That's right.

- Running loaders and forklifts.
- Yeah. So?

Nothing. I think it's great
that you're keeping busy.

And I know it's the only thing that you
could get. There's nothing wrong with it.

What would you say if I told you I could
get you reinstated as a flight officer?

The company's already agreed
to pick up your contract.

If I go.

Yeah, if you go.

Come on, that's a
second chance, kiddo.

I think personally for you it would
be the best thing in the world ...

to get out there and face this thing.
Get back on the horse.

Spare me, Burke. I've had my
psych evaluation this month.

Yeah, I know. I've read it.
You wake up every night ...

and your sheets are soaking in sweat ―
- I said 'No'! And I mean it!

Now please leave.

I am not going back! And I am ―
I would not be any good to you if I did.

OK.

Shh.

Would you do me a favour?
Just think about it.

Thanks for the coffee.

Hello.

Ripley? You OK?

Just tell me one thing, Burke.

You're going out there
to destroy them, right?

Not to study,

not to bring back,

but to wipe them out?

That's the plan.
You have my word on it.

All right, I'm in.

And you, you little shithead ...

you're staying here.

They ain't payin' us
enough for this, man.

Not enough to have to
wake up to your face, Drake.

What?

- Is that a joke?
- Oh, I wish it were!

Hey, Hicks.
Man, you look just like I feel.

All right, sweethearts, what are
you waiting for? Breakfast in bed?

Another glorious day in the Corps!

A day in the Marine Corps
is like a day on the farm.

Every meal's a banquet,
every paycheck a fortune.

Every formation a parade.

I love the Corps!

Man, this floor is freezing!

What do you want me to do?
Fetch your slippers for you?

Gee, would you, sir?
I'd like that.

Look into my eye.

Fall in, people!

Come on, let's go.

I hate this job.

Crowe! Wierzbowski!
Come on! Get on your feet!

I'm talking about breathing,
not this frozen shit.

Yeah, Top, how about it?

All right, first assembly's
in 15, people. Shag it!

Hey, Mira. Who's Snow White?

She's supposed to be
some kind of consultant.

Apparently, she saw an alien once.

Whoopee-fucking-doo!
Hey, I'm impressed.

¡Qué bonita!

Hey, Vasquez.

Have you ever been
mistaken for a man?

No. Have you?

Oh, Vasquez!

You're just too bad.

Hey, Top, what's the op?

It's a rescue mission.
You'll love it.

There's some juicy colonists' daughters
we have to rescue from their virginity.

Dumb-ass colonists!

What's this crap supposed to be?

- Cornbread, I think.
- It's good for you, boy. Eat it.

Hey, I sure wouldn't mind getting
some more of that Arcturian poontang.

Remember that time?

But the one that you had was male!

Doesn't matter when
it's Arcturian, baby!

- Hey, Bishop. Do the thing with the knife.
- Oh, please, come on, yeah. │- Do it man!

All right! Yeah.

I don't wanna see that, man.

Come on, man. All right!

Hey, what are you doing, man?
Hey, what are you doing?

- Don't move.
- Quit messing, Drake, come on!

Bishop! Hey, man!

- Do it, Bishop.
- Hey, not me, man!

- Yeah, you. │- Quit messing around.
- Don't move. │- Come on.

Trust me.

All right.
Knock it off, knock it off.

Thank you.

Enjoy your meal.

That wasn't funny, man.

- Lieutenant Gorman?
- No.

- Mr. Burke?
- Yeah, thanks.

Looks like the new lieutenant's too
good to eat with the rest of us grunts.

The boy's definitely
got a corncob up his ass.

I thought you never missed, Bishop.

You never said anything about an
android being on board. Why not?

It never — never occurred to me.

It's just common practice ...
We always have a synthetic on board.

I prefer the term
"artificial person" myself.

Right.

- Is there a problem?
- I'm sorry.

I don't know why I didn't even ...

Ripley's last trip out, the syn ...
The artificial person ...

malfunctioned.
- Malfunctioned?

There were problems and ...
a few deaths were involved.

I'm shocked.
Was it an older model?

Yeah. The Hyperdyne Systems 120-A-2.

Well, that explains it.
The A-2s always were a bit twitchy.

That could never happen now
with our behavioural inhibitors.

It is impossible for me to harm,
or by ommision of action,

allow to be harmed,
a human being.

Are you sure you don't want some?

Just stay away from me, Bishop.
You got that straight?

Guess she don't like
the cornbread, either.

Squad! Atten-hut! Officer on deck!

As you were.

Quickly, quickly. Settle down.

All right, listen up!

Morning, Marines. I'm sorry we didn't
have time to brief you people ...

before we left Gateway, but ...

- Sir?
- What is it, Hicks?

Hudson, sir. He's Hicks.

What's the question?

Is this gonna be a stand-up
fight, sir, or another bug hunt?

All we know is there's still
no contact with the colony ...

and that a xenomorph may be involved.

- Excuse me, sir. A what?
- A xenomorph.

It's a bug hunt. What exactly
are we dealing with here?

Ripley?

I'll tell you what I know.

We set down on LV-426.

One of our crew members was
brought back on board ...

with something attached to his face ―

some kind of parasite.

We tried to get it off.
It wouldn't come off.

Later, it seemed to come
off by itself and die.

Kane seemed fine.

We were all having dinner, and um ―

it must have laid something inside
his throat, some sort of embryo.

He started ―

um, he ―

Look, man, I only need
to know one thing:

Where they are.

- Go, Vasquez, kick ass!
- Anytime, anywhere.

Right. Right ― somebody said "Alien" ...

and she thought they said
"Illegal Alien" and signed up!

- Fuck you, man.
- Anytime, anywhere.

Are you finished?

I hope you're right. I really do.

Yeah, OK, right. Thank you, Ripley.

We also have Ripley's report on disk.
I suggest you study it.

Because just one of those things ...

managed to wipe out my entire
crew in less than 24 hours.

If the colonists have found that ship,

then there's no telling how
many of them have been exposed.

Do you understand?

Anyway, we have it on disk,
so you better look at it.

Any questions?

What is it, Private?

How do I get out of
this chickenshit outfit?

You secure that shit, Hudson.

All right.

Now listen up.

I want this thing to go smooth
and by the numbers.

I want DCS and tactical
database assimilation by 08:30.

Ordnance loading, weapons strip and
dropship prep details will have 7 hours.

Now move it, people!

Alright sweethearts, you heard the man and
you know the drill! Assholes and elbows!

Hudson, come here. Come here!

I don't care if you are short,
Hudson. Get it done!

Hey Sarge, you'll get
lip cancer smoking those!

Corporal, I want this
loading lock sealed! Now!

- How many more you got, Spunkmeyer?
- Last one.

Good. Take it away.

Clear behind.

Did you check number three?
Is this the non-op? Looks good.

Hi. I feel like kind of a fifth wheel
around here. Is there anything I can do?

I don't know.
Is there anything you can do?

Well, I can drive that loader.

I have a Class Two rating.

Be my guest.

Where you want it?

Bay twelve, please.

Alright. We're a team and
there's nothing to worry about.

We come here, and we gonna
conquer, and we gonna take some.

- Is that understood?
- Yes Sir!

That's what we gonna do, sweethearts.
We're going to go and get some.

All right, people,
on the ready-line!

- Are you lean?
- Yeah!

- Are you mean?
- Yeah!

- What are you?
- Lean, mean Marines!

Get on the ready-line!
Get some today!

Get on the ready-line!

Move it out!
Move it out, goddamn it!

Get hot! One, two, three!
Get out! Get out! Get out!

Move it out! Move it out!
Move it out!

One, two, three, four!
One, two, three!

Absolutely badasses!

Let's pack 'em in! Get in there!

Move it!

- Let's go, let's go!
- One, two, three, four, five, six!

Alright, I want combat seating.
You know your places.

Get those weapons stowed.
Let's go!

Come on, settle down, people.

Lock them in, Hudson.

Ready to get it on? You know it!

OK, Bishop, let's go.

Roger.

I'm ready, man.

Ready to get it on! Go!

Stand by. Cross-locking now.
Pre-launch auto-cycle engaged.

Primary couplers released.
Hit the internals.

Confirm cross-lock
and drop stations secured.

Affirmative.
All drop stations secured.

Stand by ― 10 seconds.

Stand by to initiate
release sequencer.

On my mark.

We're on an express elevator to hell!

Going down!

Two, one, mark.

Whoo-hoo!

Switch to DCS ranging.

- 2-4-0. Nominal to profile.
- We're in the pipe. Five by five.

- We're picking up some hull ionisation.
- Got it. Rough air ahead.

We're in for some chop.

How many drops is this
for you, Lieutenant?

38.

Simulated.

How many combat drops?

Uh, two ...

including this one.

- Shit!
- Oh, man!

Range 0-1-4. Turning on final.

... and I'm telling you I got a
bad feeling about this drop.

You always say that, Frost, you always say:
"I got a bad feeling about this drop".

OK, OK.

When we get back without you,
I'll call your folks.

All right.
Let's see what we can see.

Everybody on-line. Looking good.

Drake, check your camera.
There seems to be a malfunction.

That's better.

Pan it around a bit. Good.

I'm ready, man. Check it out.
I am the ultimate badass!

State-of-the-badass-art!

You do not wanna fuck with me.

Check it out.

Hey, Ripley, don't worry.

Me and my squad of ultimate
badasses will protect you.

Check it out.

Independently targeting
particle-beam phalanx.

Whap!

Fry half a city with this puppy!
We got tactical smart missiles,

phase plasma pulse rifles, RPGs ...
We got sonic electronic ballbreakers!

We got nukes.
We got knives, sharp sticks ...

Knock it off, Hudson!

All right, gear up.

Two minutes, people. Get hot.

Somebody wake up Hicks.

- Coming around for a seven-zero-niner.
- Terminal guidance locked in.

Where's the damn beacon?

Oh, I see it.

- That's the atmosphere processor?
- Yep, that's it.

Remarkable piece of machinery.
Completely automated.

You know, we manufacture
those, by the way.

OK, Ferro.

Take us in low over
the main colony complex.

Storm shutters are sealed.

There's no visible activity.
All right. Hold at forty.

- Roger.
- Give me a slow circle of the complex.

Structure seems intact.

They still have power.

OK, Ferro.
Set down on the landing grid.

Immediate dust-off on my clear,
then stay on station.

Down and clear.

Ten seconds, people. Look sharp!

Alright, I want a nice,
clean dispersal this time.

Let's go! Move it out!

Head 'em out!

First squad up, on-line. Hicks, get
yours in a cordon. Watch the rear.

Vasquez, take point.

Let's move!

Move up.

Hudson, run a bypass.

Second squad, move up.
Flanking positions.

Second squad, on-line.

You set?

Go on.

Second team, move inside.

Hicks, take the upper level.

Sir, you copying this?

Looks like hits
from small-arms fire.

We got some explosive damages,
probably seismic survey charges.

Are you reading this?

Keep it tight, people.

Alright, Hicks, Hudson,
use your motion trackers.

Nothing.

Not a goddamn thing.

Quarter and search by twos.

OK, Dietrich, Frost, you're up.

It's right in there.

- Now!
- Now!

Good one, Hudson!

Uh, sir, we have a negative
situation here. Uh, moving on, sir.

Wait. Wait, tell him to ...

Hicks, back up.

Pan right.

There.

You seeing this alright?

Looks melted. Somebody must have
bagged one of Ripley's bad guys here.

Acid for blood.

If you liked that,
you're gonna love this.

Quit screwing around.

Second squad, what's your status?

We just finished our sweep.
Nobody's home.

Roger. Sir, this place is dead.

Whatever happened here,
I think we missed it.

Alright, the area's secured.

Let's go in and see what their
computer can tell me.

- Wait a minute! It's not secure.
- The area's secured, Ripley.

First team, head for Operations.

- Hudson, see if you can get their CPU on-line.
- Affirmative.

- Hicks, meet me at the south lock.
We're coming in. │- Roger

He's coming in.
I feel safer already.

Pendejo jerkoff!

Sir, we got the CPU on-line.

No problem.

Good. Stand by in Operations.

OK, let's go.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Sir! They sealed off
this wing at both ends.

Welded the doors, and blocked off
the stairs with heavy equipment.

But it looks like the
barricade didn't hold.

- Any bodies?
- No, sir.

Last stand.

Must have been a hell of a fight.

Yeah, looks that way.

All right, Drake, this way.

You should be able to cut through
the med lab to Operations.

Lieutenant.

Gorman.

Are those the same ones?

Careful, Burke.

Looks like love
at first sight to me.

Oh, he likes you, Burke.

Two are alive. The rest are dead.

Surgically removed
before embryo implantation.

Subject: Marachuk, John J,
died during the procedure.

They killed him taking it off.

Yo, Hicks.

I think we got something here.

- Behind us.
- One of us?

Apone, where are your people?

- Anybody in D-Block?
- That's a "Negative". We're all in Operations.

- Talk to me, Frosty.
- Let's keep moving, baby.

- It's moving.
- Which way?

It's coming straight for us.

Straight up.

- Fuck!
- Hold up!

Ripley.

Hey ... shh, it's all right.

- It's all right.
- Grab her, Corporal.

Don't be afraid.
Come on. We won't hurt you.

Shh ... it's all right. It's OK.

Come on out. Come on. Easy, easy.

I got her!

Ow! Damn!

- Don't let her go!
- She's under the grill!

- Frost, get your light up here.
- Where'd she go?

Shine the light!

Down here.

Here. Here.

Keep back. Keep back.
Don't scare her.

- Grab her, man! We're gonna lose her!
- Damn it!

She's getting out!

Wait!

It's OK. It's all right.

Don't be afraid.

See?

Wait! No, you don't!

It's OK!
You're gonna be all right now!

Shh!

Easy! Easy!

It's gonna be OK. It's all right.
You're gonna be OK.

Shh, shh, shh!

Easy.

Easy.

- What's her name again?
- Rebecca.

Now think, Rebecca. Concentrate.

Just start at the beginning.

Where are your parents?

Now look, Rebecca ...
you have to try and help ...

Gorman, give it a rest,
why don't you?

Total brainlock.

Physically she's OK.

Borderline malnutrition, but I don't
think there is any permanent damage.

Come along. We're wasting our time.

Try this.

It's a little hot chocolate.

There you go.

Whoop.

That good, huh?

Uh-oh.

I made a clean spot here.

Now I've done it! Guess I'll
have to do the whole thing.

Hard to believe there's
a little girl under all this.

And a pretty one, too.

You don't talk much, do you?

Smoking or non-smoking?

Just tell me what you're
scanning for, Private.

- PDT's.
- What?

Personal data transmitters. Every
colonist had one surgically implanted.

If they're within 20 clicks,
we'll read it out here.

So far, zippo.

I don't know how you managed to stay
alive, but you're one brave kid, Rebecca.

Newt.

- What did you say?
- Newt.

My name's Newt.

Nobody calls me Rebecca ...

except my brother.

Newt.

I like that.

I'm Ripley.

It's nice to meet you.

And who is this? Hm?

Casey.

Hello, Casey.

What about your brother?
What's his name?

Timmy.

Is Timmy around here, too?
Maybe hiding like you were?

Any sisters?

Mom and Dad?

Newt, look at me.

Where are they?

They're dead, all right?
Can I go now?

I'm sorry, Newt.

Don't you think you'd
be safer here with us?

These people are here
to protect you.

They're soldiers.

It won't make any difference.

Need anything else?

Hello, Bishop.
Do you need anything else?

No.

That's a nice pet
you got there, Bishop.

Magnificent, isn't it?

Yo! Stop your grinnin'
and drop your linen!

Found 'em.

They alive?

Unknown, but it looks
like all of 'em ―

over at the processing station ―

sub-level three ―

under the main cooling towers.

It looks like a goddamn
town meeting.

Let's saddle up, Apone.

Aye, sir.

Alright. Let's go, people.
They ain't payin' us by the hour.

Let's go. Head 'em out!
OK, Frost, you're driving.

It's OK. Don't worry.
It'll be OK.

I want a straight V-deployment.

Second team on left flank.

Advance on axial six-six-four.

Tracker on-line. Set the V-gain
to filter R-F ambient.

Hudson, tracker on-line.
Left and right, little buddy.

40 metres in, bearing two-two-one,
there should be a stairwell.

Check. Got it.

You want sub-level three.

Let's go, people. Hudson, you got
the point. Hicks, watch our tails.

Nice and easy.
Check those corners.

Check those corners.

Watch your spacing.

Alright, You heard the man.
Don't bunch up. Stay loose.

Your transmission's is
showing a lot of break-up.

Probably getting some
interference from the structure.

Use those lights.

Next one down, and proceed
on a two-one-six.

Roger, that's a two-one-six.

I'm not making that out too well.
What is it, Hudson?

You tell me, man.
I only work here.

What is that?

I don't know.

Proceed inside.

Watch your fire and
check your targets.

Remember we're looking
for civvies in here.

Easy.

Tighten it up, Frost.
We're getting a little thin.

Nice and easy.

Looks like some sort
of secreted resin.

Yeah ... but secreted from what?

Nobody touch nothing.

Busy little creatures, huh?

- Hot as hell in here.
- Yeah, man, but it's a dry heat.

Knock it off, Hudson.

Lieutenant, what do those
pulse rifles fire?

Ten-millimetre explosive-tip caseless.

Standard light
armour-piercing round. Why?

Well, look where your team is.

They're right under the
primary heat exchangers.

So?

So, if they fire their weapons in there,
won't they rupture the cooling system?

- Yeah. She's absolutely right.
- So? So what?

Look. This whole station is
basically a big fusion reactor.

Right?

So she's talking about a thermonuclear
explosion and "Adiós, muchachos".

Oh, great. Wonderful.

Shit!

Look.

Uh ... Apone.

Look.

We can't have any firing in there. I want
you to collect magazines from everybody.

Is he fuckin' crazy?

What the hell are we supposed
to use, man? Harsh language?

- Flame units only. I want rifles slung.
- Sir, I ...

Just do it, Sergeant.
And no grenades.

All right, sweethearts. You heard the man.
Pull 'em out. Come on. Let's have 'em.

Come on, Vasquez. Clear and lock.

Damn!

You, too. Give it up, Ski.
C'mon, let's go.

Crowe, I want it now. Give it up.

Right on, Vas.

Let's go, Marine. Give it up. Frost,
you got the duty. Open that bag.

- Thanks a lot, Sarge.
- Hicks, cover our ass.

Head 'em out, people.

I like to keep this handy,
for close encounters.

I heard that.

Any movement?

Nothing. Zip.

Holy shit!

Newt, go sit up front.

Go on!

Now!

Steady, people.
Let's finish our sweep.

We're still Marines, and we got
a job to do. Keep it moving.

Easy.

- Top!
- What?

Top! Get over here.
We got a live one!

You're gonna be all right.
You're gonna be all right.

Please ― kill me.

Just stay calm.
We'll get you out of here.

It's gonna be all right.

Give me a hand. We've got
to get her out of here!

What is it, Dietrich?
What's going on?

Convulsion!

Dietrich, get back! Get back!

No!

- Frost, flamethrower!
- Kill it!

Get back! Flamethrower! Move!

Movement!

What's the position?

I can't lock in!

Talk to me, Hudson!

Multiple signals!

They're closing!

Go to infrared, people.

Look sharp!

What's happening, Apone?
Can't see anything in here.

Pull your team out, Gorman.

I got signals. I got readings
in front and behind!

Where, man?

I don't see shit.

He's right.
There's nothing back here.

Look, I'm telling you there is
something moving and it ain't us!

Shit!

Tracker's off-scale, man.
They're all around us, man! Jesus!

Maybe they don't show
up on infrared at all.

Frost!

Come on!

Jesus Christ, Apone!
What is going on!

Wierzbowski and Crowe are down!

Dietrich! Crowe! Sound off!

Frost!

Frost!

Wierzbowski!

Wierzbowski!

Let's rock!

Yeah!

Who's firing? Goddamn it!

I ordered a "hold fire".

They're coming out of
the goddamn walls in swarms!

Uh, Apone, I want you to lay down
a suppressing fire with ...

Vasquez! Drake!
Hold your fire! Goddamnit!

Apone? Are you copying me?
Lay down the suppressing fire ...

with the incinerators,
and fall back by squads.

Say again? All after incinerators.

I said, I want you to lay
down the suppressing fire ...

with the incinerators,
and fall back ...

Sarge!

Apone ―

talk to me.

Apone?

- Talk to me!
- He's gone!

Get them out of there! Do it Now!

- Shut up!
- Hicks, whoever's left, get the hell ...

- Just shut up!
- Goddamn it!

Where's Apone?! Where's Apone?!

The Sarge is gone!
Let's get the fuck out of here!

Let's go, Marines!

Hudson?

Vasquez?

- Hudson, look out!
- Get it!

Hudson!

- Hicks! Hicks!
- It's too much! Fall back!

I told them to fall back.

- I told them to fall back.
- They're cut off!

Do something!

Fuck!

Come on, keep movin', baby!

Hold on, Newt.

Ripley, what the hell
are you doing!

Turn around!

That's an order!

- Get off me!
- Goddamn it, that's an order!

You had your chance, Gorman.

Come on!

Come on, Drake!

Come on! Let's move it!

Come on! Let's go! Let's go!

It's blocked, man!
We got to go around!

Open the door! Hicks!

Drake! We are leaving!

Get them, Vas!

Run for it!

Shit!

- Let's go!
- Drake, come on, man!

Drake, come on!

Fire in the hold!

- He's gone!
- No! Drake's out there!

Put it out!

Drake's coming!

He's gone!

No, he's ... not!

Forget him! He's gone!

Get on the goddamn door!

Eat this!

Ripley! Go, go, go!

It's all right! We're clear!

Ripley, you've blown the transaxle!
You're just grinding metal!

Come on, ease down.

Ease down.

Ease down!

Ease down.

You OK?

I'm all right.

Get away from me, man!

- Lieutenant.
- What happened to Gorman?

I don't know ...
Maybe a concussion.

- But he's alive.
- No, man, he's dead!

- Wake up, pendejo!
I'm gonna kill you! │- Back off!

Right now.

Somebody get me a first-aid kit.

Hey. Hey, look!

The Sarge and Dietrich
aren't dead, man.

Their signs are real low,
but they ain't dead.

- Then we go back in there and get them.
- Fuck that.

- We don't leave people behind ...
- I ain't going back in there!

You can't help them!

You can't. Right now they're
being cocooned just like the others.

Oh, dear Lord Jesus,
this ain't happenin', man.

This can't be happenin', man.
This isn't happenin'!

Alright, we've got seven
canisters of CN-20.

I say we roll them in there and
nerve-gas the whole fuckin' nest.

That's worth a try, but we don't
even know if it's gonna affect 'em.

Let's bug out and call it even, OK?
What are we talking about this for?

I say we take off and nuke
the entire site from orbit.

It's the only way to be sure.

- Fuckin' A!
- Hol ― Hol ... Hold on one second.

This installation has a substantial
dollar value attached to it.

They can bill me.

OK, look.

This is an emotional moment
for all of us, OK? I know that.

But let's not make
snap judgments, please.

This is clearly ― clearly an important
species we're dealing with ...

and I don't think that you or I or
anybody has the right to arbitrarily ...

exterminate them.
- Wrong.

Yeah. Watch us.

Maybe you aren't been keeping up on current
events, but we just got our asses kicked, pal!

Look, I'm not blind
to what's going on ...

but I cannot authorise that
kind of action. I'm sorry.

Well, I believe Corporal Hicks
has authority here.

Corporal Hicks is ...

This operation is under
military jurisdiction ...

and Hicks is next in chain of command.
Am I right, Corporal?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah. Look, Ripley, this is a
multimillion-dollar installation, OK?

He can't make that decision.
He's just a grunt.

No offence.

None taken.

- Ferro, do you copy?
- Standing by.

Prep for dust-off.
We need immediate evac.

Roger. On our way.

I say we take off ― nuke the site from
orbit. It's the only way to be sure.

Let's do it.

Let's go! Pick it up, Hudson.
Pick it up, baby.

All right. Set him down here.

Move it, Spunkmeyer.
We're rolling.

Hold on a second.
There's something ...

Just get up here.

I'm in. Ramp closing.

Spunkmeyer.

Goddamn it.

Well, where the fuck ...

Run!

Well, that's great.
That's just fuckin' great, man.

Now what the fuck are we supposed to do?
We're in some real pretty shit now, man!

Are you finished?

You all right?

I guess we're not gonna
be leaving now, right?

I'm sorry, Newt.

You don't have to be sorry.
It wasn't your fault.

That's it, man.
Game over, man! Game over!

What the fuck are we gonna
do now? What are we gonna do?!

Maybe we could build a fire, sing a couple
of songs, huh? Why don't we try that?

We'd better get back cos it'll be dark
soon, and they mostly come at night.

Mostly.

That's everything, right?

Alright, this is absolutely everything that
we could salvage out of the APC wreckage.

We got four pulse rifles
with about 50 rounds each.

That ain't so good.

We got 15 of these M-40 grenades.

Don't touch that.

Dangerous, honey.

The only flamethrower?

Yeah. It's only half full,
but it's functional.

And another one's damaged.
I don't know about that one.

But the good news:

We got four of these robot sentries,

with display and scanners intact.

They really kick ass.
I think they'll come in handy.

How long after we're declared
overdue can we expect a rescue?

17 days.

17 days?

Hey, man, I don't wanna rain on your parade,
but we're not gonna last 17 hours!

Those things are gonna come in here just like
they did before, and they are gonna come in here ...

Hudson! Hudson!

This little girl survived longer than
that with no weapons and no training.

Right?

- Why don't you put her in charge?
- You better just start dealing with it, Hudson.

Listen to me. Hudson, just deal
with it, because we need you ...

and I'm sick of your bullshit.

Now I want you to get on a terminal and call up
some kind of floor-plan file. Do you understand?

Construction blueprints. I don't care, anything that
shows the layout of this place. Are you listening?

Yeah.

I need to see air ducts, I need to see
electrical access tunnels, sub-basements ...

every possible way into this complex.

We don't have much time.

OK.

- OK, I'm on it.
- Hudson ...

Just relax.

I'll be in med lab.

I'll check on Gorman,
continue my analysis.

Fine.

You do that.

So this service tunnel must be
how they're moving back and forth.

That's Right. It moves from the processing
station right into the sub-level here.

Come down on that.

OK, come over.

Hold it. Go back.
OK, punch that in right there.

- No. It's back here.
- OK.

Well, there's a
pressure door at this end.

Couldn't we put one of the remote
sentry unit in the tunnel ...

and then seal that door?
- Yeah, that will work,

but we gotta figure on them
getting into the complex.

That's right, so ...

we repair the barricades at these
two intersections ... │- Alright.

and weld plate steel over
these ducts here, and here ...

and here.

That way they can only come at
us from these two corridors.

Right. Then we put
the other sentry units here ...

and here. Right?

- Right.
- Outstanding.

Now all we need is a deck of cards.

All right people, let's move
like we've got a purpose.

- Affirmative.
- Affirmative.

Do your thing, baby.

Come on, come on, Vasquez.
Let's get the hell out of here.

- Hudson here. A and B sentries
are in place and keyed. │- Roger.

Stand by. Arming now.

Test it, Hudson.

- Do it!
- Fire in the hole!

OK! Let's get the hell out of here!

We're sealing the tunnel!

Come on, baby.

For what it's worth.

Here, I want you to put this on.

What's it for?

It's a locator. Then I can find you
anywhere in the complex ... on this.

It's just a precaution.

Thanks.

Doesn't mean we're
engaged or anything.

All right, what's next?

Last stop.

Get in.

Scoot down.

That's good.

Now you lie here and have a nap.

You're very tired.

I don't want to.
I have scary dreams.

Well, I bet Casey doesn't
have scary dreams.

Let's take a look.

Nope. Nothing bad in there.

See?

Maybe you could just
try to be like her.

Ripley, she doesn't
have bad dreams ...

because she's just
a piece of plastic.

Right.

I'm sorry, Newt.

There.

My mommy always said there
were no monsters. No real ones.

But there are.

Yes, there are, aren't there?

Why do they tell little kids that?

Most of the time it's true.

Did one of those things
grow inside her?

I don't know, Newt.

That's the truth.

Isn't that how babies come?

I mean, people babies?

- They grow inside you.
- No. That's very different.

Did you ever have a baby?

Yes, I did.

I had a little girl.

Where is she?

She's gone.

You mean dead.

Here.

Take this.

For luck.

How's that?

Don't go! Please!

Newt, I'm living right
in the next room.

And you see that camera right up there?

I can see you right
through that camera ...

all the time, to see if you're safe.

I'm not gonna leave you, Newt.

I mean that.

That's a promise.

You promise?

I cross my heart.

And hope to die?

And hope to die.

Now go to sleep ...

and don't dream.

Sneak.

The molecular acid oxidises after the
creature's death, completely neutralising.

Bishop, you know that is really interesting,
but doesn't really get us anywhere, does it?

Trying to figure out what we're dealing
with here. Let's go through it again.

They grab the colonists,
they move them over there ...

and they immobilise them
to be hosts for more of these,

which would mean there would have to
be a lot of these parasites, right?

One for each colonist.
That's over a hundred at least.

Yes, that follows.

And each one of these things
comes from an egg, right?

So who's laying these eggs?

I'm not sure. It must be
something we haven't seen yet.

Hey, maybe it's like an ant hive.

- Bees, man. Bees have hives.
- You know what I mean.

There's, like, one female
that runs the whole show.

- Yes. The queen.
- Yeah, the mama.

And she's badass, man.
I mean big.

- These things ain't ants.
- I know that!

Bishop, I want these specimens destroyed as
soon as you're finished with them. Is that clear?

Mr. Burke gave instructions that they were to be
kept alive in stasis for return to the company labs.

He was very specific about it.

Look, those two specimens are worth
millions to the bio-weapons division, right?

Now, if you're smart, we can both
come out of this heroes ...

and we will be set up for life.

You're crazy, Burke.
Do you know that?

You really think you can get a dangerous
organism like that past ICC quarantine?

How can they impound it
if they don't know about it?

But they will know about it,
Burke. From me.

Just like they'll know you were responsible
for the deaths of 157 colonists.

- Wait a second! - You sent them
to that ship. │- You're wrong!

I just checked the colony log: Directive
dated 6-12-79, signed Burke, Carter J.

You sent them out there and you didn't even
warn them. Why didn't you warn them, Burke?

OK, look! What if that ship didn't even exist?
Did you ever think about that? I didn't know.

So now if I went and made a major
security situation out of it,

everybody steps in,
administration steps in ...

and there's no exclusive rights
for anybody. Nobody wins.

So I made a decision and it was wrong.
It was a bad call, Ripley. It was a bad call.

Bad call? These people are dead, Burke!
Don't you have any idea what you've done here?!

I'm gonna make sure that they nail
you right to the wall for this.

You are not gonna sleaze
your way out of this one.

Right to the wall.

Ripley.

I ― You know, I expected more from you.
I thought you'd be smarter than this.

I'm happy to disappoint you.

What is it? What's going on?

- They're coming.
- Where?

In the tunnel.

Here we go.

A and B gun tracking and firing.

Multiple targets.

Look at those ammo counters go.

B gun's down 50 per cent.

It's a shooting gallery down there!

60 rounds left on B.

40 ... 20 ... 10.

B gun's dry. 20 on A.

Ten ...

five ...

That's it.

Jesus! They're wall-to-wall
in there.

They're at the pressure door.

Man, listen to that.

Bishop here. I'm afraid
I have some bad news.

Well, that's a switch!

It's very pretty, Bishop,
but what are we looking for?

That's it. Emergency venting.

That's beautiful, man.
Oh, man. That beats it all.

How long till it blows?

Four hours ...

with a blast radius of 30 kilometres,
equal to about 40 megatons.

- We got problems. │- I don't believe this.
I don't fuckin' believe this!

Vasquez, close the shutters.

Why can't we shut it down from here?

I'm sorry, the crash caused too much damage.
An overload was inevitable at this point.

Oh, man! And I was getting short!
Four more weeks and out.

- Now I'm gonna buy it on this rock!
- Give us a break!

Four more weeks. Oh, man!

We need the other
drop-ship from the Sulaco.

I mean, there must be some way
of bringing it down on remote?

How? The transmitter was
on the APC! It's wasted!

But I don't care how, but we'd better think
of something! We better think of a way.

Think of what?!
We're fucked! We're doomed!

Shut up! What about the colony transmitters?
The uplink tower down at the other end?

Why can't we use...

No, I checked. The hard-wiring
between here and there was damaged.

We can't align the dish.

Well, somebody is gonna
have to go out there.

Take a portable terminal and go
out there and patch in manually.

Oh, yeah, sure! With those things
running around? You can count me out.

- Yes, I guess we can count you out of everything.
- I'll go.

- Why don't you go, man?
- I'll go.

- What?
- I'll go.

I mean, I'm the only one qualified
to remote-pilot the ship anyway.

Yeah, right, man. Bishop should go.

Good idea!

Believe me, I'd prefer not to.

I may be synthetic,
but I'm not stupid.

How long?

This conduit runs almost to the
uplink assembly ― 180 metres.

- Say 40 minutes to crawl down there ...
- Right.

an hour to patch in
and align the antenna ...

30 minutes to prep the ship,
and about 50 minutes flight time.

It's gonna be close.

- Good luck.
- See you soon.

Watch your fingers.

Vaya con Dios, man.

This is unbelievable!

20 metres and closing. 15.

How many?

Can't tell. Lots.

D gun's down 50 per cent.

C gun's right behind it.

It ain't stopping 'em.
It ain't stopping 'em!

150 rounds on D.

Come on, baby. Come on!

100 rounds.

Come on, come on!

D gun's down to 20.

Ten.

Damn it!

Wait!

They're retreating.

The guns stopped them.

You're right.

Next time they walk
right up and knock.

Yeah, but they don't know that.

They're probably looking
for other ways to get in.

That'll take 'em a while.

- Maybe we got 'em demoralised.
- Shut up.

I want you two walking perimeter.

Move!

Hey, listen.

We're all in strung-out shape ...

but stay frosty ...

and alert.

We can't afford to let
one of those bastards in here.

All right. Vámonos.

How long's it been
since you got any sleep?

24 hours?

Hicks, I'm not gonna end
up like those others.

You'll take care of it, won't you?

If it comes to that,
I'll do us both.

Let's just make sure it doesn't
come to that, all right?

All right.

Hey, I want to introduce you
to a personal friend of mine.

This is an M-41A pulse rifle,
10 millimetre ...

with an over-and-under 30 millimetre
pump-action grenade launcher.

Feel the weight.

OK. What do I do?

Ok. Pull it in tight here.

- Right. │- Aha.
- Lean into it. │- Uhum.

All right, now it will kick some.

Alright. When the counter
reads zero here, you ...

- I press this up?
- That's right.

And get another one in quick.
Slap it in hard.

- Right.
- Now you're ready to rock 'n' roll.

- What's this?
- That's the grenade launcher.

I don't think you want
to mess with that.

You started this.
Show me everything.

I can handle myself.

Yeah, I noticed.

How do you feel?

All right, I guess.
One hell of a hangover.

- Look, Ripley, I just want ...
- Forget it. Excuse me.

Shh, shh, shh.

It's OK. It's OK.

Newt. Wake up.

- What?
- Be quiet.

We're in trouble.

Move, Newt!

Hey!

Help!

Help!

- Hicks!
- Sombody ...

Say again, Bishop?

You've got it into auto-refuel mode
and it's sequencing right?

That's right.

OK. Good. Stay on it.

Get back to me when you've
activated the launch cycle.

- He's at the uplink tower.
- Terrific.

- Hicks! Hicks!
- Help! Help!

Hicks! Help us!

Break the glass!

Break it, break it!

I'll try.

Ripley, I'm scared.

Me, too.

Stay here.

It's the med lab. Hudson!

Vasquez! Meet me in med lab!
We got a fire!

We're on our way.

They're coming, Newt.

Shoot it out!

- Hudson!
- Jesus!

Christ, kid, look out!

- Over there!
- Yeah!

- Ready?
- Yeah!

Hudson!

Yeah, all clear.
Nailed the other one.

It's history, man.

Jesus!

Burke. It was Burke.

I say we grease this rat-fuck
son of a bitch right now.

It just doesn't make
any goddamn sense.

He figured that he could get an
alien back through quarantine ...

if one of us was impregnated.

Whatever you call it.

And then frozen for the trip home.

Nobody would know about
the embryos we were carrying,

me and Newt.

Wait a minute now. We don't know.

Yes. The only way he could do it is if he
sabotaged certain freezers on the way home.

Namely, yours.

Then he could jettison the bodies
and make up any story he liked.

Fuck! He's dead.

You're dog meat, pal.

This is so nuts. I mean, listen ―
Listen to what you're saying.

It's paranoid delusion.
How? ― It's really sad.

It's pathetic.

You know Burke, I don't know
which species is worse.

You don't see them fucking each other
over for a goddamn percentage.

All right, we waste him.
No offence.

No! He's got to go back.

They cut the power.

What do you mean they cut the power?

How can they cut the power, man?
They're animals!

I want you two with trackers
checking the corridors! Move!

- Gorman, watch Burke. │- I got'em.
- Newt, stay close.

- I'll go this side.
- You do that, man.

- Anything?
- There's something.

It's inside the complex.

You're just reading me.

No, no, it ain't you.

They're inside, inside the perimeter.
They're in here.

Hudson, stay cool. Vasquez?

Hudson may be right.

- Get back, both of you.
- The signal's weird.

Must be some interference or something.
There's movement all over the place!

Get back to Operations.
It's game time.

Newt.

Seal the door.

Hurry!

Come on! Come on, get back!

Work fast.

Cover your eyes, Newt.
Don't look at the light.

Movement. Signal's clean.
Range: 20 metres.

They found a way in,
something we missed.

We didn't miss anything.

18 ...

17 metres.

Something under the floor,
not in the plans. I don't know.

- 15 metres.
- Ripley!

Definitely inside the barricade.

Let's go!

13 metres.

That's right outside the door.
Hicks, Vasquez, get back!

This is a big fuckin' signal.

- How you doing, Vasquez? Talk to me!
- Almost there.

That's it.

12 metres.

11 ...

10 ...

- They're right on us.
- 9 metres.

- Remember, short controlled bursts.
- 8 metres.

7 ...

6 ...

- That can't be! That's inside the room.
- It's reading right, man! Look!

Well, you're not reading it right.

5 metres, man — 4!

What the hell!

- Oh, my God!
- Give me the light!

There they go! Over there!
Get 'em!

- Come on!
- Get 'em!

Do something, Gorman!

Look out! Look out!
There's more of 'em!

Medical! Get to medical!

Do it! Now!

Hudson! Look out!

Now!

Burke!

Open this door! Burke! Open it!

Let's go! Let's go! Fall back!

Go!

Die, motherfucker!

Burke!

Hudson!

Hudson!

Motherfucker!

Come on! Come on!
Come and get it, baby!

I don't got all day!
Come on, you bastard!

Come on, you too!
Oh? You want some of this? Fuck you!

Fuck you!

- Hicks!
- Hudson!

Come on, Hicks!

Go!

It's locked!

Got it! Let's go!

Go! Go!

Move, Gorman!

Seal it!

Burke!

Goddamn you! Open this door!

Get back!

- Hurry up!
- Gorman, get out of the way!

- Ripley, this way!
- What?

Wait. Get behind me.

Whatever you're gonna do,
do it fast!

- Hicks!
- Come on, let's go!

Move!

- Which way to the landing field
from here? │- This way.

Go right!

This way! This way.

- Which way?
- Straight ahead and left.

Bishop, do you read me?
Come in. Over.

The ship is on its way.

ETA 16 minutes.

Good! Stand by there!
We're on our way!

- Which way now?
- That way.

- No, wait! This way!
- Are you sure?

Vasquez, move!

- Right up here! It's just up here!
- Hicks!

We're almost there!

Newt, wait!

Newt!

Vasquez!

Go!

Newt!

Up there! There's a
shortcut across the roof!

Hicks!

You always were an asshole, Gorman.

Newt!

- Ripley!
- Newt!

Hicks! Hicks, get her! Hurry!

Oh! Hold on, Newt!

- I'm slipping!
- Don't let go!

- Ripley!
- Hold on!

- Help!
- Gotcha!

I gotcha!

Newt! No!

Come on!
We can find her with this!

Stay where you are, Newt!

- Ripley!
- We're coming!

Ripley!

This way.

She's close.

Newt!

Ripley!

Where are you! Can you hear me!

- Newt!
- Here! I'm here!

Where?!

Newt, are you OK?

Gonna have to cut it.

Climb down, honey.
We've got to cut through.

Newt?

Now don't move. Stay very still.

OK.

We're almost there.
Hang in there, OK?

Hicks! Hurry!

- I know!
- I mean it!

Newt, just stay still!

- Almost there!
- No!

Newt!

No! No!

- Let's go!
- No!

They don't kill you!
They don't kill you! They ...

- She's alive! She's alive!
- All right! I believe you! She's alive!

We've got to go! Now!

Hicks ...

Get it off!

Get it off!

Here!

Go!

Come on, you can make it!

Bishop! How much time?!

Plenty! 26 minutes!

- We're not leaving!
- We're not?

Ripley.

I don't want to hear about it, Bishop.
She's alive. There's still time.

In 19 minutes this area is gonna be a
cloud of vapour the size of Nebraska.

- Hicks, don't let him leave.
- He ain't going anywhere.

- See you, Hicks.
- Dwayne.

It's Dwayne.

Ellen.

Don't be gone long, Ellen.

Attention. Emergency.

All personnel must
evacuate immediately.

You now have 15 minutes
to reach minimum safe distance.

Attention. Emergency.

All personnel must
evacuate immediately.

You now have 14 minutes
to reach minimum safe distance.

Ripley!

Ripley!

Grab on to me!

Hold on!

Let's go!

Behind us!

Attention. Emergency. All personnel
must evacuate immediately.

Attention. Emergency. All personnel
must evacuate immediately.

You now have four minutes
to reach minimum safe distance.

Come on, goddamn it!

Hold on to me!

Attention. Emergency. All personnel
must evacuate immediately.

You now have two minutes
to reach minimum safe distance.

No!

Bishop!

Goddamn you!

Close your eyes, baby.

Look!

Come on! Come on!

Punch it, Bishop!

It's OK.

We're OK.

Hey.

We made it.

I knew you'd come.

He's gonna be all right.

He's just out. I had to give him
another shot for the pain.

We need a stretcher
to carry him up to medical.

OK.

I'm sorry if I scared you. That platform
was just becoming too unstable.

I had to circle and hope that things
didn't get too rough to take you off.

Bishop ...

- You did OK.
- I did?

Oh, yeah.

Go! Move!

No! Here! Here!

Run!

Here!

Get away from her, you bitch!

Come on! Come on!

Ripley!

Bishop!

- Mommy!
- Oh, God!

Not bad for a ... human.

Are we gonna sleep
all the way home?

All the way home.

Can I dream?

Yes, honey. I think we both can.

Sleep tight.

Affirmative.