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Stasis interrupted.

Fire in cryogenic compartment.

Repeat: fire in cryogenic compartment.

All personnel report to emergency-escape vehicle launch pad.

Deep-space flight will commence in T minus 20 seconds.

An EEV's come down.

Get down to the beach. There may be others.

Now!

Talk to me.

All right, let's get it going.

Keep it together. Come on. Right?

Right. Here we go, Mr Dillon.

Give us strength, O Lord, to endure.

We recognize that we are poor sinners in the hands of an angry God.

Let the circle be unbroken until the day.

- Amen. - Amen.

Thank you, gentlemen.

This is Rumor Control. Here are the facts.

As some of you know,

a 337 model EEV crash-landed here at 0600.

There was one survivor, two dead,

and a droid that was hopelessly smashed beyond repair.

- The survivor is a woman. - Is she pretty?

I just want to say that I've taken a vow of celibacy...

that also includes women.

- We've all taken the vow! - Shut your gob, Morse.

I do not appreciate company policy,

allowing her to freely intermingle with inmates and the staff.

Our brother means to say we view the presence of any outsider,

especially a woman,

as a violation of the harmony, a potential break in the spiritual unity.

We are aware of your feelings in this matter.

You will be pleased to know that I have requested a rescue team.

Hopefully they will be here inside of a week and evacuate her ASAP.

Don't give us that!

- What's her medical status? - She doesn't seem too badly damaged.

She's unconscious. Can't give you a more specific diagnosis.

- Will she live? - I would think so.

It's in everybody's interest she doesn't come out of the infirmary

until the rescue team arrives, and certainly not without an escort, right?

Sir.

Gentlemen! We should all stick to our set routine and not get unduly agitated.

Correct? All right.

Thank you, gentlemen.

All right.

Better get here soon or there ain't gonna be much left.

What's that?

Just a little cocktail of my own mix. Sort of an eye-opener.

- You a doctor? - My name is Clemens.

- I'm the Chief Medical Officer here. - Here?

Fury 161 .

It's one of Weyland-Yutani's backwater work prisons, it grieves me to say.

Do you mind?

This is basically a stabilizer.

I really ought to shave your head. We have a big problem with lice here.

When you feel better I'll give you some clippers for your private parts.

How did I get here?

You crash-landed in an EEV.

Separated from your mother ship before you hit our atmosphere.

Any idea how long you were in hypersleep?

Coming out the way you did can jolt your system.

- I'll be sick for a couple of weeks. - Indeed.

- Where are the others? - They didn't make it.

- What? - They didn't survive.

I have to get to the ship.

- You're in no condition for that. - Wanna get me some clothes,

or should I go like this?

Given the nature of our indigenous population, I would suggest clothes.

None of them has seen a woman in years.

Neither have I, for that matter.

This used to be a 5,000-convict facility,

but it's been reduced to a custodial staff of 25.

- Why? - To keep the pilot light on.

Pilot light for what?

Blast furnace!

Natural methane. We have a foundry, Lt Ripley.

The inmates forge lead sheets for toxic waste containment.

How do you know my name?

It's stenciled on the back of your shorts.

Release the cable!

- Where are the bodies? - We have a morgue.

We put them there until the investigative team arrives - in about a week, I think.

- There was a droid. - Disconnected.

There were bits and pieces everywhere. We put what was left on the rubbish tip.

The corporal was impaled by that safety support.

Never knew what hit him.

And the girl?

She drowned in her cryo-tube.

I don't think she was conscious... when it happened.

Sorry.

- What's the matter? - Where is she?

In the morgue.

I have to see her.

I have to see what's left of her.

Is there any particular reason that you're so insistent?

Yes. I have to be sure how she died.

I hate to be repetitious about such a sensitive subject,

but it is perfectly clear that she drowned.

Was she your daughter?

No. She wasn't.

Could I have a moment alone, please?

Yes, of course.

Forgive me.

What's she doing?

OK?

No.

- We have to do an autopsy. - What?

I told you. We have to make sure how she died.

And I told you she drowned.

I'm not so sure.

I have to see inside of her.

- You're disorientated. - I have a very, very good reason.

Perhaps you'd like to share that reason?

Possible contagion.

What kind, exactly?

Cholera.

There hasn't been a case of cholera reported for 200 years.

Please?

Everything's in place.

There's no sign of infection. No indication of disease.

Her chest. Open her chest.

Careful.

Lungs“.

Flooded with fluid.

Ergo, she drowned.

Now, since I'm not a complete idiot,

would you like to tell me what we're really looking for?

- Mr Clemens. - Superintendent.

I don't believe you've met Lieutenant Ripley.

- What's going on, Mr Clemens? - That's right, sir. What's going on?

First, the lieutenant is feeling much better, I'm happy to say.

Second, in the interest of public health, I am performing an autopsy.

- Without my authority. - There didn't seem to be time.

But it's turned out all right. There's no sign of contagion.

Good. But it might be helpful if Ripley didn't parade around in front of the prisoners,

as I am told she did in the last hour.

It might also be helpful if you informed me of any change in her physical status.

- Or would that be asking too much? - We have to cremate the bodies.

Nonsense. We'll keep the bodies on ice till the rescue team arrives.

On ice.

There is the public-health issue.

The lieutenant feels there is still the possibility of a communicable infection.

- You said there was no sign of disease. - It would appear that the child drowned,

but without proper laboratory tests it's impossible to be certain.

I would consider it unwise to tolerate even the possibility of an unwelcome virus.

An outbreak of cholera would look extremely bad on a report, would it not, sir?

We've 25 prisoners in this facility.

All double-Y chromos.

All thieves, rapists, murderers, child molesters... All scum.

Just because they've taken on religion doesn't make them any less dangerous.

I try not to offend their convictions.

I don't want to upset the order.

I don't want ripples in the water.

And I don't want a woman walking around, giving them ideas.

I see. For my own personal safety.

Exactly.

I will leave the details of the cremation to you, Mr Clemens.

They may use the furnace, but I want everyone back in lockup by 2200 hours.

Our Christmas has come early.

- What do you mean? - Any dead oxes are good.

Smelly bastards all covered in lice.

There's only seven of the friggin' things left, then we're done with them.

I hate hosin' these bastards down.

Always get shite all over me boots.

- Talking of hosing things down, Frank... - Yeah?

If you had the chance, what would you say to her?

- What do you mean? - You know, if you got the chance.

- You mean, casual, like? - Yeah.

How would you put it to her if you bumped into her in the mess hall?

No problem.

I've never had any problem with the ladies.

I'd say "Good day, my dear. How's it going?"

"Anything I can do to be of service?"

Then I'd give her the look, up and down.

Then I'd give her the wink. A dirty smile.

- She'd soon get the picture. - Yeah, right.

Then she'd say "Kiss my arse, you horny old bugger."

I'd be happy to kiss her arse. I'd be happy to kiss her anywhere she wants.

Yeah, but treat 'em mean, keep 'em keen. Right, Frank?

Told you before, Murph. Treat a queen like a whore and a whore like a queen.

You can't go wrong.

What do you think killed Babe?

Beats me. She just keeled over.

- How old was she? - Guards say 11. In her prime.

Never mind. We'll chop her up later and throw her in the stew.

Fine.

Hey, Frank.

What's this?

We commit this child and this man to your keeping, O Lord.

Their bodies have been taken from the shadow of our nights.

They have been released

from all darkness and pain.

The child and the man

have gone beyond our world.

They are forever eternal

and everlasting.

Ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

Why?

Why are the innocent punished?

Why the sacrifice?

Why the pain?

There aren't any promises.

Nothing's certain.

Only that some get called, some get saved.

She won't ever know the hardship and grief for those of us left behind.

We commit these bodies to the void...

with a glad heart.

For within each seed, there is a promise of a flower.

And within each death, no matter how small,

there's always a new life.

A new beginning.

Amen.

Amen.

I tell ya, it's fuckin' weird. The only one that survived that crash is a woman.

OK.

There's a lot of talk going around that we've got some disharmony here.

Any of you guys wanna tell me what the problem is?

Come on. Speak to me, brothers.

All right, I'll tell you.

I don't mind the dark. I don't mind the bugs.

I don't mind wandering around in some cold, wet, damp tunnel for a week at a time.

But I mind Golic.

- That the way you feel about it? - Yeah. The guy's crazy and he smells bad.

I ain't going outwith him any more.

You got anything to say for yourself?

The boy's going with you.

Golic is just another poor, miserable, suffering son of a bitch, just like you and me.

- He smells worse. - And he's crazy.

Knock off the shit!

You've got a job to do.

I don't wanna hear another word about Golic.

OK?

As I thought, Mr Aaron.

- As I thought. - You called it, sir.

I just wanted to... say thanks for what you said at the funeral.

- My friends would've appreciated... - You don't wanna know me, lady.

I'm a murderer and rapist of women.

Really?

I guess I must make you nervous.

- Do you have any faith, sister? - Not much.

We've got a lot of faith here.

Enough even for you.

- I thought women weren't allowed. - Well, we've never had any before.

But we tolerate anybody. Even the intolerable.

Thank you.

That's just a statement of principle, nothing personal.

You see, we've got a good place to wait here.

And until now... no temptation.

What are you waiting for?

We're waiting for God to return

and raise his servants to redemption.

Dillon and the rest of the alternative people

embraced religion, as it were, about five years ago.

Tincture?

- I'm on medication. - Hardly.

- What kind of religion? - Some sort of apocalyptic,

millenarian, Christian fundamentalist...

- Right. - Exactly.

When the company wanted to close the facility down,

Dillon and the rest of the converts wanted to stay.

And they were allowed to remain as custodians,

with two minders and a medical officer.

And here we are.

How did you get this wonderful assignment?

How do you like your new haircut?

It's OK.

Now that I've gone out on a limb for you with Andrews,

damaged my already less-than-perfect relationship with that good man,

and briefed you on the humdrum history of Fury 161,

can you not tell me what you were looking for in the girl?

Are you attracted to me?

In what way?

In that way.

You're very direct.

I've been out here a long time.

So have I.

I really appreciate your affections.

But I am aware that they deflected my question.

In the nicest possible way, of course.

You're spoiling the mood.

I have a job to do. I just want to know why we had to cremate the bodies.

And now that I'm in your cot, you think I owe you an answer.

I think you owe me an answer. Being in my bed's got nothing to do with it.

I had a terrible dream in hypersleep, and I had to be sure what killed her.

Anyway, I made a mistake.

Possibly.

And now I've made another mistake.

- Really? What's that? - Fraternising with a prisoner.

Physical contact. It's against the rules, isn't it?

Definitely.

- When was this? - I think you know.

I'm not a prisoner.

You have a bar code on the back of your head.

That does deserve an explanation.

But I don't think now is the moment.

Sorry. We are rather spoiling things, aren't we?

Mr Clemens.

Mr Aaron.

Superintendent Andrews would like you to report to vent shaft 22. Now.

- We've had an accident. - Something serious?

You could call it that. One of our prisoners has been... diced.

Sorry. I have to go.

Official duties.

- Who was it? - Murphy.

- How do you know? - That's his boot.

I gave him the assignment, sir. He was a wanker.

No apologies, Mr Aaron. It wasn't your fault.

Well, not much to say, is there? Death was instantaneous.

No shit.

I take it he was pulled into the fan.

- Rush of air, I'd imagine. Except... - Right! Almost happened to me once.

I've told them so many times: stay away from the fans.

- Nobody bloody listens. - Except the fan was blowing.

- What's that? - I don't know.

I want to see you in my quarters in 30 minutes, if you please, Mr Clemens.

Here you are.

Wandering around without an escort will really piss Superintendent Andrews off.

- Tell me about your accident. - One of the prisoners has been killed.

Really? HOW?

In the air shaft.

Poor sod backed into a nine-foot fan.

I found something at the accident site. Just a bit away from where it happened.

A mark. A burn.

Rather like the one you found on the girl's cryo-tube.

Look, I'm on your side.

I want to help, but I need to know what's going on.

Or what you think is going on.

If you really wanna help, find me a computer with audio capabilities

so I can access this flight recorder.

We don't have anything like that here.

- What about Bishop? - Bishop?

The droid that crashed with me.

I can point you in the right direction.

I can't join you. I have a previous engagement.

This looks off. Golic, don't fidget.

What's all this shit?

It's not properly wrapped.

- What the hell's he ever do right? - Eat. He does that pretty good.

Golic. You light a candle for Murphy.

I'll light a thousand.

He was special. Never complained about me once.

I loved him.

Is it true what they say?

His head split into 100 pieces?

OK, who's got the matches?

- Sit down, Mr Clemens. - Thank you.

- Sugar? - No, thanks.

- Milk? - Just a little, please.

Thank you, Mr Aaron.

Listen to me, you piece of shit! Screw with me one more time, I'll cut you in half.

I'm sorry, I don't think I understand.

At 0700 hours I received word from the network.

This is the first high-level communication

this installation has ever received, to my knowledge.

They want this woman looked after. They consider her to be high priority.

- Why? - I have no idea.

Why did you let her out of the infirmary?

This accident with Murphy is what happens

when one of these dumb sons of bitches gets a hard-on.

I'm a doctor, you're the jailer.

We both know exactly what you are.

Sit down!

I think it might be better if I left. I find you unpleasant to be around.

Isn't that lovely! Consider this, Mr Clemens.

How would you like me to explain your sordid history to your new-found friend?

For her personal edification, of course.

Now sit the hell down.

I don't like you. You're unpredictable, insolent, possibly dangerous.

You question everything.

If I didn't need a medical officer, I wouldn't let you within light years of this operation.

- I'm eternally grateful. - Keep your sarcasms to yourself.

Now, is there anything I should know?

- About what? - About the woman. Don't play with me.

You spend every second you can with her.

And I have my suspicions that not all of your concerns with her are medical.

Has she said anything to you?

About where she's from, what her mission is? What she was doing in an EEV?

She said she was part of a combat unit that came to grief.

Beyond that, I assume it's all classified.

I haven't pressed her for more.

- That's all? - That's all.

- You sure? - Yes.

- Nothing more? - No.

Get out of here.

Shut up, you fuckin' bitch!

Shut up, you bitch!

Let go of me!

Fuck you! No!

Hold still!

No!

You OK?

Son of a bitch!

Take off. I gotta re-educate some of the brothers.

We gotta discuss some matters of the spirit.

Cigarettes!

Let's do it.

This is like ten city blocks.

- How many? - This makes 176.

Can't you chew any quieter? I'm trying to figure how big this compartment is.

- I can't think with this goddamn noise... - You're not supposed to swear.

I'm sorry.

Now, we've encircled this entire compartment...

What?

- What the shit is doing that? - Swearing!

Shut up! It's all right to say "shit". It ain't against God.

What's going on with the candles?

Must be the wind from one of the vent shafts. Backwash from the closest circulating unit.

If all the candles go out, how do we know where we are?

Somebody will have to go back and relight them.

I guess I'm nominated.

Watch your step, brother.

OK, who are the comedians?

No!

Go!

Quick, in here!

Help me, help me!

Go! Fuckin' go!

Go on! Go on! Quick!

Give me that.

Get this fuckin' thing off me!

Let me go!

- Hello, Ripley. - Hello, Bishop.

- How are you feeling? - My legs hurt.

- I'm sorry. - That's OK. I'm just a glorified toaster.

How are you?

I like your new haircut.

- Can you access data on the flight recorder? - No problem.

Golic?

I'm home.

What happened on the Sulaco? Why were our cryo - tubes ejected?

Stasis interrupted.

Fire in cryogenic compartment. Repeat: fire in cryogenic...

What happened? What started the fire, Bishop?

Can you hear me?

The fire was electrical. It was in the subflooring.

Did the sensors pick up anything moving around prior to separation?

It's very dark here. I'm not what I used to be.

Just tell me. Does the recorder indicate anything?

Was there an alien on board?

Yes.

Is it on the Su/aco or did it come with us in the EEV?

It was with us all the way.

Does the company know?

The company knows everything that happened on the ship.

It all goes into the computer and gets sent back to network.

And they want it?

I hurt.

Do me a favor. Disconnect me.

I could be reworked. But I'll never be top-of-the-line again.

I'd rather be nothing.

You sure?

Do it for me, Ripley.

It wasn't me! I didn't do it!

Help me. It was the dragon.

Feeds on minds. Nobody can stop it.

- What about Boggs and Rains? - Slaughtered like pigs.

It wasn't me. It wasn't me.

Stark raving mad. It wasn't anyone's fault, but he should have been chained up.

You called it, sir. Mad as a fuckin' hatter.

Keep him separated. Don't want him causing a panic.

- Clemens! - Yeah.

- Sedate this poor idiot. - Not until we know about the brothers.

Now, pull yourself together. Talk to me now.

- Where are Boggs and Rains? - It wasn't me.

You're not gonna get anything out of him.

We'll have to send out a search team.

There's a good chance this simple bastard has murdered them.

You don't know that.

He's never lied to me.

He's crazy, he's a fool, but he's not a liar.

He's telling the truth.

I'd like to talk to him about this dragon.

- It's a dragon! - You're not talking to anyone.

I'm not interested in your opinion, because you are not in full possession of the facts.

He is a convicted murderer, known for particularly brutal crimes.

- Isn't that right, Mr Dillon? - Yeah. That part's right.

Then I'll talk to you. It's important.

When I have finished with my official duties, I'll be pleased to have a little chat. Yes?

Let me see if I have this correct, Lieutenant.

It's an eight-foot creature with acid for blood, and it arrived on your spaceship.

It kills on sight and is generally unpleasant.

And you expect me to accept all this on your word.

No. I don't expect anything.

- Quite a story, Mr Aaron. - Right, sir. It's a beauty.

- Never heard anything quite like it, sir. - Expect not.

Tell me, Lieutenant, what would you suggest we do?

- What kind of weapons have you got? - This is a prison.

- We don't allow prisoners access to firearms. - It keeps them from killing you.

Yeah. There's no way to escape.

With the arrival of the next supply ship, the company will eliminate it.

This is a maximum-security prison

and you have no weapons of any kind?

We have some carving knives in the abattoir, a few more in the mess hall, some fire axes.

- Nothing terribly formidable. - That's all?

We're on the honor system.

- Then we're fucked. - No.

You're fucked. Confined to the infirmary. Quarantined.

Mr Aaron will escort you.

You'll be safe from any nasty beasts while you're there.

Good girl.

Let's all report to the mess hall. The superintendent wants a meeting.

Mess hall, right away, people.

Isn't there any way off of this place? Some way to escape?

No. A supply ship comes every six months.

That's it?

Fuck.

They are sending somebody to pick you up quite soon.

Really? What's soon?

I don't know. Nobody's ever been in a hurry to get here before.

Do you want to tell me what you and Andrews talked about?

No.

You'd just say I'm crazy.

That's a bit uncharitable.

How are you feeling?

Not so hot.

Sore throat, sick to my stomach.

- Pissed off. - Understandable, given the circumstances.

Perhaps I should give you one of my special cocktails.

I don't know why everybody blames everybody.

Nobody's perfect. We're only human.

There's no such thing as a perfect human.

In an insane world,

a sane man must appear insane.

That's very profound, Golic.

Thank you.

You married?

- Me? - You should get married, have kids.

Pretty girl.

I used to know lots of them. Back home.

They used to like me.

For a while.

You're gonna die, too.

Are you?

- What? - Married.

- Why? - Just curious.

No.

- How about leveling with me? - Could you be more specific?

When I asked how you got assigned here, you avoided the question.

Then when I asked about the prison ID tattooed on your head, you ducked me again.

It's a long, sad story. And more than a little melodramatic.

Try me.

If you insist.

After my student years,

despite the fact that I had become secretly addicted to morphine,

I was considered to be most promising. A man with a future.

During my first residency I did a 36-hour stretch on an ER.

So I went out and I got more than a little drunk.

Then I got called back.

Boiler had blown in a fuel plant and there were 30 casualties.

And 11 of them died.

Not as a result of the accident, but because I prescribed the wrong dosage of painkiller.

I got seven years in prison and my license reduced to a three-C.

- At least I got off the morphine. - I'm sorry.

I think I was let off lightly.

Did you serve your time here?

I got to know this motley crew quite well.

So when they stayed, I stayed.

Nobody else would employ me.

So, do you still trust me with a needle?

Magnificent.

Give us strength, O Lord, to endure

We recognize that we are poor sinners in the hands of an angry god

Let the circle be unbroken until the day.

Amen.

What the fuck is happening here?

What the fuck is this bullshit that's coming down.

We got a murder, we got a rape, we got brothers in trouble.

I don't want no more bullshit around here!

Now, we got problems, we stand together.

Yes. Thank you, Mr Dillon.

All right. Once again this is Rumor Control.

Here are the facts.

At 0800 hours, prisoner Murphy, through carelessness on his part,

was found dead in vent shaft 17.

He seems to have been sucked into a ventilator fan.

At about 2100 hours, prisoner Golic reappeared in a deranged state.

Prisoners Boggs and Rains are missing.

There seems to be a good chance that they have met with foul play

at the hands of prisoner Golic.

We need to organize and send out a search party.

Volunteers will be appreciated.

I think it's fair to say that our smoothly running facility

has suddenly developed a few problems.

I can only hope we are able to all pull together over the next few clays,

until the rescue team arrives for Lt Ripley.

- It's here! It got Clemens! - Stop this raving at once.

I'm telling you! It's here!

Aaron, get that foolish woman back to the infirmary.

- What is that? - Move it!

Fuck!

We give you thanks, O Lord.

The wrath has come, the time is near for us to be judged.

The Apocalypse is upon us.

Let us be ready.

Let your mercy be just.

- It was massive. - Amen!

- I was there. I saw it. - Yeah, I know.

What the fuck do we do now? Who's in fucking charge?

Organize! We gotta organize, right?

Right! I'm next in line.

- 85's gonna be in charge. Give us a break! - Don't call me that!

There's no way I can replace Andrews. He was a good man.

- I know you didn't appreciate him... - Aaron, we don't wanna hear that shit now.

Sister, what about you? You an officer. How about showing us a little leadership?

Forget fuckin' Shirley Temple! You take charge.

- Right. - You run things here anyway.

No fuckin' way. I'm not the officer type.

I just take care of my own.

Well, what does this fuckin' beast want?

Is this mother gonna try for us all?

Yeah.

Ain't that sweet! How are we gonna stop it?

- You have no weapons. Is that correct? - Right.

I haven't seen one exactly like this before.

It moves differently.

But the others were afraid of fire. Not much else.

- Can we seal off this area? - No chance. There's 600 air ducts...

Video? There's closed-circuit monitors everywhere. We could use that.

The video system hasn't worked in years. Nothing much works here.

We've got technology, no way to fix it.

- 85 is trying to tell you... - Don't call me that!

We ain't got no entertainment center. No climate control, no video system.

No surveillance. No freezers. No fuckin' ice cream.

No rubbers, no women.

No guns. All we got here is shit!

What the hell are we even talking to her for? She brought the fucker.

Why don't we just get her head and shove it through the fuckin' wall?

Sounds good to me.

Morse.

Why don't you shut the fuck up?

Right. Right.

What are we going to do?

What's this?

That leads from the mess hall to the infirmary. It's a ventilation shaft.

Then we go in there. Flush it out.

Hey, look, there's miles and miles of tunnel through there.

It won't go far.

It'll nest in this area.

Right around... here.

How do you know that?

It's like a lion. It sticks close to the zebras.

Zebras? Oh, right.

But running around here in the dark? Outside of this main shaft there's no overheads.

- Don't we have flashlights? - Thousands of them, but no batteries.

Torches? Do we have the capacity to make fire?

Most humans have enjoyed that privilege since the Stone Age.

No need to be sarcastic.

Never been used. They were gonna dump nuclear crap in there.

Never did. It's clean as a whistle inside.

This is the only way in or out?

That's right. Walls are six feet thick. Solid steel.

They knew how to build these babies.

You're saying we get something in there, there's no way it can get out?

That's right. No fucking way.

It's kept here. Forget what it's called.

- Quinitricetyline. - I knew that.

I've gotta get these section arrangements organized with Dillon for the paint brush.

- So... - David...

- Yeah. You can get these drums organized. - Right, 85.

And... don't call me that.

What's this "85" thing?

A couple of us sneaked a look at his personnel file. It's his IQ.

I saw a drum of this stuff fall into a beachhead bunker once.

The blast put a tug in dry dock for 17 weeks.

Great stuff!

All right, let me get this straight.

You wanna burn it down and out of the pipes,

force it in here, slam the door, and trap its ass?

Right.

And you want help from us Y-chromo boys, huh?

You got something better to do?

Why should we put our ass on the line for you?

Your ass is already on the line.

The only question is what are you gonna do about it?

Look at this. There's only one of these batteries in 2,000 that works.

Hey, it could have been a lot worse.

We might have got the paintbrush detail.

Man, this stuff stinks!

This shit smells awful.

- I can't believe the fucking fumes. - You need a fuckin' pipe for breathing.

Don't breathe too hard.

You miss Doc, right?

What makes you say that?

I thought you two got real close.

I guess you've been looking through some keyholes.

That's what I thought.

- Are you OK? - Yeah, I'm fine.

Whatever you say, but you don't look OK to me, sister.

I'm fine.

I hate this place. I hate this place.

There's definitely something in here with us.

Don't light the fire until I give the signal. This is the signal.

Got it? Can you remember that?

Shit!

No! No!

Wait for the fucking signal!

Get down!

Come on! We gotta find the sprinklers. We gotta help these guys.

Come on. Move! Move!

Get to the waste dump. Don't open the door!

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

The fire's out.

Jude.Jude!

Get to the sprinklers and turn 'em on.

We gotta get him outta here.

We're getting you out.

Jude! Behind you!

Open the door!

Come on! Come on!

Come and get me, fucker!

Even for those who have fallen,

this is a time of rejoicing.

We salute their courage.

They will live forever.

Those that are dead are not dead.

They have moved up.

They have moved to a higher place.

Crazy bastards.

Clemens used to call them Dillon's God Squad.

It keeps 'em out of mischief.

- You're not the religious type? - Me?

Shit, no. I got a job.

Look. I figure the rescue team gets here in four, five days.

Six, tops.

They open the door, go in there with smart guns,

and kill it.

What have you heard from them?

Nothing much. We got a "Message received".

Later we got something that said you were top priority.

They don't cut us in on much. We're the arse end of the totem pole here.

What if they don't want to kill it?

- Take it back? - Yeah.

They're not lunatics. They gotta kill it.

Right?

Morse, please out me loose.

- No fucking way. - Come on. It hurts.

Sorry.

- I haven't done nothing. - Just don't talk to me.

- Please! What did I do? - I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

Sit here and guard your arse, like I'm supposed to.

I don't need any fuckin' trouble with Dillon.

All I did was tell him about the dragon, what it did to Boggs and Rains.

I didn't lie. You saw it.

Fuckin' A, I saw it.

Come on, please! If this gets in here, I'm dead. I can't run.

It's not gonna get in here. We got it trapped.

So what's the big deal? Come on.

- Don't I always give you cigarettes first? - Yeah.

Aren't I your friend?

I love you, Morse.

Why not?

You better behave yourself. No fucking around or I'll get nothing but shit.

So where've they got it?

In a waste tank. We got that sucker nailed.

Gotta see it again.

What the fuck you talkin' about?

No more cigarettes for you.

We got the first part. Now what do we say?

Tell them we trapped it.

- What do we call it? - A xenomorph.

Right.

How do you spell it'?

- We can't kill it, don't have any weapons. - Right.

See? That's all they ever tell us. They treat us like shit.

- Off and on. - What the hell you talking about?

Talk to me, the beast!

You can't go in there.

The big motherfucker will eat you alive.

Sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!

Tell me what to do next.

So they're coming to take this thing away.

Yeah, they're gonna try. They don't wanna kill it.

We gotta figure out a way to do it.

Why do we have to kill it? You just said the company's coming for it.

That's right. They wanna take it back, as some sort of weapon.

- What's wrong with that? - They don't understand it'll kill them all.

Like I said, what's wrong with that?

Nothing's wrong with that, except a lot of innocent people will die.

- I thought you were a religious man. - You don't understand.

That world out there doesn't exist for us any more.

We got our own little world down here.

It ain't much, but it's ours.

So fuck everybody else?

No. Fuck them.

- Hey, Dillon? - Yeah.

Dillon.

We got a teeny-weeny problem.

Fuckin' great!

The miserable, crazy son of a bitch let it loose. Got what he fuckin' deserved.

Now what are we gonna do?

Andrews was right. Should have kept the shithead chained up.

- You OK? - Piss on her. The fuckin' thing's loose.

- What are we gonna do? - I just said that.

You're the dumb prick that let Golic out. You miserable little shit!

- Cut that shit out. - Tell your fuckin' bozo to shape up.

- What do you think? - I think I have to get to the EEV.

- Why? What's up? - I just have to use the neuroscanner.

- You don't look so good. - Who gives a shit! What are we gonna do?

Do you want a smack in the mouth, you stupid wanker? Stop causing panic!

Panic? You're so stupid, you couldn't spell it. Don't talk to me about panic!

Shut up, both of you!

Shut up!

- Well, I'm out of ideas. - Surprise me.

- What about outside? - Great idea!

Sun doesn't come up for two days, it's 4O below zero. That makes a lot of sense!

So you just want us to stay here and let this thing have us for lunch.

Get everybody that's still left together. Get 'em into the assembly hall.

OK.

Where'd she go?

Need any help?

I didn't mean to scare you. You shouldn't be wandering around alone.

Do me a favor and run this keyboard, will you?

OK.

- What do I do? - Hit B or C. What's C?

- "Display bio-functions"? - That's it.

OK, we're hot. Now what?

Let it run its cycle.

- It's real fuzzy. - Hit enhancement.

Keep looking.

- I don't know how to read this stuff. - Hemorrhaging will show as a dark patch.

Look for hairline fractures through the base of the skull.

Little white lines.

What is it?

I think you've got one inside of you.

That's not possible.

What does it look like?

- Horrible. - I have to see it.

- Freeze it! - You don't want to look at it.

I'm sorry.

All right, the fuckin' thing is loose. It's out there.

A rescue team is on its way with guns and shit.

Right now, there isn't any place that's real safe.

We stay here in the assembly hall.

This place never had any fuckin' air conditioning.

If it comes in, it'll be through these doors.

We'll post a guard who'll let us know if it's coming.

In the meantime, you lay low, be ready and stay right,

in case your time comes.

Don't you start bullshitting, Dillon. We're gonna be trapped in here like rats.

You got a weapon. You got a blade. You take it out and you fuokin' use it!

Oh, right. So you think we're gonna stab this motherfucker to death.

I don't think shit!

Maybe you'll hurt it before it takes you out, huh?

Isn't that something? Any of you got any better ideas?

And I'll tell you. Until the rescue team gets here, we're fucked!

So you better get prepared.

Well, I ain't stayin' here.

Then suit yourself.

Fire.

- The furnace. - Yeah. Let's make it to the furnace.

Holy shit.

- Well, all right. - Fuckin' A.

Too fuckin' right, it's right.

It's up. What do you want to say?

Say the whole place has gone toxic.

Are you kidding? The rescue team will turn back.

- Yeah, I know. - What are you talking about?

Our only hope is that they kill this fucker.

Maybe they can do something for you. I don't know, freeze you, do an operation.

If this organism gets off the planet, it'll kill everything.

The company doesn't care about that.

They just want it for their bio-weapons division, OK?

So we can't let them come here.

Fuck you!

I'm sorry you've got this thing inside you, but I'm getting rescued.

I don't care about these prisoners, but I've got a wife and a kid.

- I go home on the next rotation. - I know. This is hard.

But I'm gonna send this message and I need that fucking code.

I'm sorry, Ripley. It's classified.

You stupid little shit, this has got to be done!

OK? There are no alternatives!

You're not getting it! No fucking way!

Look, it's nothing personal.

Understand? I think you're OK.

Thanks.

Have you got any ideas?

It won't kill me.

I'm carrying the new queen.

It won't kill its future.

You really wanna bet this thing's that smart?

Maybe I'll go find it.

See how smart it is.

- You're gonna go and look for it? - Yeah.

I have a pretty good idea of where it is.

It's just down there, in the basement.

This whole place is a basement.

It's a metaphor.

Wanna come?

Fuck me.

Where are you when I need you?

Don't be afraid.

I'm part of the family.

You've been in my life so long, I can't remember anything else.

Now do something for me.

It's easy.

Just"

Just do what you do.

- It won't kill me. - You're supposed to be laying low.

I have one inside of me.

The big one won't kill its own.

- What are you talking about? - I just saw it, an hour ago.

I stood right next to it.

I could have been lunch, but it wouldn't touch me.

It ran away.

- It knows I'm carrying its future. - Bullshit.

- How do you know the thing's inside you? - I saw it, on the CAT scan.

It's a queen. An egg-layer.

It can make thousands more.

It still sounds like bullshit to me.

If that thing's inside you, how did it get there?

When I was in hypersleep, I guess.

I was violated.

And now I get to be the mother of the leader.

I don't have much time.

And I can't do what I should.

I need you to help me.

I need you to kill me.

- What the fuck are you talking about? - I'm dead anyway.

I can't survive it.

But the one inside of me can generate thousands more.

It can wipe out the whole universe.

It has to die.

So somebody's gotta kill me.

Are you up to it?

You don't have to worry about that.

No speeches.

No prayers.

- What's going on? - I don't like losing a fight.

Not to nobody, not to nothing.

That thing has already killed half my men and got the other half scared shitless.

As long as it's alive, sister, you're not gonna save any universe.

- You fuckin' coward! - I want that thing!

I wanna get this thing and I need you to do it.

And if it won't kill you, then maybe that helps us fight it.

Otherwise, fuck you!

Go kill yourself.

Dillon!

We waste this thing, then you take care of me.

No problem.

Quick, easy and painless.

This is the choice.

You die sitting here on your ass, or you die out there.

At least we take a shot. We owe it one!

It's fucked us up.

Maybe we can get even for the others. Now, how do you want it?

- What the fuck are you talking about? - Killing that big motherfucker.

Hold it, hold it. The rescue team's on its way. We could just sit this out.

- The rescue team for who? - For us.

- They just want the beast. You know that. - I don't give a damn what they want.

- They're not gonna pick us off one by one. - I wouldn't be so sure.

- Come on! They'll take us home. - They're not gonna take "us" home.

Still doesn't mean we should fight it.

Jesus Christ, give us a break.

You guys must be nuts. I've got a wife and kid.

Nobody gives a shit about you, 85. You're not one of us, you're not a believer.

You're a fuckin' company man!

Yeah, OK. I'm a company man, I'm not a fuckin' criminal.

You tell me how dumb I am. I'm smart enough not to have a life sentence on this rock!

- Shut your face! - Piss off, 85!

And I'm smart enough to wait for some firepower to show up before we fight it!

OK, just sit here on your asses. Fine.

- How about if I sit here on my ass? - No problem.

Oh, I forgot.

You're the guy that's made a deal with God to live forever, huh?

And all the rest of you pussies can sit it out, too.

Me and her'll do all the fighting.

OK. Look, I want the same thing as you. I want to see it dead. I hate the fucker!

It killed my mates, too!

Why the fuck can't we wait for the company and have some guns on our side?

- Why should we go on a fucking suicide run? - Right!

Because they won't kill it. They might kill you for having seen it, but they won't kill it.

That is crazy! That is horseshit! They will not kill us.

When they first heard about this thing, it was "crew expendable".

The next time, they sent in marines. They were expendable, too.

What makes you think they'll care about a bunch of lifers

who found God at the ass-end of space?

You really think they're gonna let you interfere with their plans for this thing?

They think we're crud.

And they don't give a fuck about one friend of yours that's died.

Not one.

- Have you got some sort of plan? - This is a lead works, isn't it?

All we gotta do is lure the fuckin' beast into the mold. Drown it in hot lead.

Oh, right. So how do we do that?

Yeah. What are we gonna use for bait?

Aw, fuck!

We're all gonna die.

The only question is when.

This is as good a place as any to take our first steps to heaven.

The only question is how you check out.

Do you want it on your feet

or on your fuckin' knees... begging!

I ain't much for begging.

Nobody ever gave me nothing.

So I say fuck that thing! Let's fight it!

- Fuck it. Let's go, boys! - OK.

What the fuck are we gonna do if it runs at us?

Better have some fucking good ideas.

Door 1 open.

When was the last time you used this place?

We fired it up five, six years ago.

- You sure the piston's gonna work? - There's nothing for sure in this place.

We trap it here first, then you pull the lever.

The piston's gonna push it into the mold. One of the guys will pour the lead.

- End of his ass, end of story. - What if somebody screws it up?

We're fucked. You got one chance, one shot at it.

We'll never have time to reset it. Now, remember, you pull the lever,

for a few seconds you're gonna be trapped in here with that thing.

You guys don't drop the ball, I won't.

You better be right about that thing not wanting you.

Because if it wants out, that's how it's gonna go: through that alcove, through you.

- Where will you be? - Around.

- What about the others? Where are they? - Praying.

Do you believe in this heaven shit?

I don't know.

Fuck it.

What else have we got to believe in?

Ain't that the fuckin' truth.

What the fuck.

Right?

I can't hear...

Let's blitz this thing!

Closing door 7.

I don't know about this shit.

Hey, guys!

My door ain't working.

- What the fuck's he saying? - I think we better rethink this thing!

Did anybody hear anything?

Come on! Come and get me, you fucker.

It's behind me!

It's started.

- It's still behind me! - It's in channel B.

It's still behind me. Shut the doors!

Must be heading over to channel A.

This thing is really pissed off!

- Did you say B? - No, E.

- You said we should stay here! - Move your ass!

Morse?

Kevin!

I think I've found Vincent!

Hey, fuckface, come and get me!

Take your best shot!

You can't get me!

A7 closed!

Over in the east wing. Door B7 safe!

You too? OK, over to E, everybody!

- Where the fuck is E? - This way.

Right. Track!

How did I get here?

Where the hell are they going? What about the plan?

- You're immune! They're not! - So what are we doing?

- Improvising. - We're improvising.

Great.

Here! Here, kitty, kitty.

Oh, my God.

You bastard!

It's coming!

It's coming down through the tunnel! It's after us!

Shut the fucking doors! That was the plan!

Jeez, it's on the fucking ceiling! Dillon!

Anybody! This is not a drill!

Kevin! Gregor! Where the fuck are you?

Kevin!

Now I'm back in A!

Door three, F channel, closed.

I hope.

What the fuck are you doing? Don't hold it like that, hold it like this.

You'll kill someone, you fuckin' moron!

Morse! Kevin!

Gregor!

All they have to do is run down a damn corridor.

Stay here.

Where the hell is it?

It's coming. Jesus.

There!

No! Don't start the piston!

No! We have to trap it!

What are you doing? It's gone! No!

It's gone! OK?

OK.

Kevin!

Don't move! Don't struggle!

Come on. Come on, Kevin. Come on!

- The doors. - It's coming!

Take the piston!

It's all right.

It's OK. It's all right, Kevin.

Kevin. Kevin!

Leave him! He's dead. Lure it in.

- Shit! How much time? - I'm not sure. Four or five minutes.

We got to get it back in here before the piston seals this place off. Now let's move it!

Help me!

Jude!

Dillon! Help me!

It's coming at me!

Don't look back, Jude! Run as fast as you fuckin' can!

Dillon, help me! Please!

Jesus Christ! Thank God you're here.

Warder Aaron, sir. 137512. Not many of us left, sir.

Where is Lt Ripley? Is she still alive?

If she's alive, she's in the furnace.

She's in the lead works with the beast.

Wouldn't wait.

- Jesus Christ. - You fucker. Scared me shitless!

I thought you were the fuckin' beast. You fucker!

Wanker!

Move. Come on, you bastard!

Come on! Get out of there!

Come here!

Ripley, we're running out of time!

Ripley, where are you?

No!

Dillon, over here! Dillon!

Come on. Get out of there!

What the fuck is wrong with you? Let it go!

- Yes, it's working! To the piston! - Scream. Let it follow us.

- Come on! - We gotta get it in front of the piston!

- It's following us! - Come on. Come and get us!

- Come on! - Up to the door!

Come on! Come on, motherfucker!

Come on! Get the door!

- Get the door! - Morse!

- Now! - Shut it! Shut it, Morse!

Morse! Shut the door!

- Now! - Shut the fuckin' door!

I'm going for the lead!

- Now! - What about you?

- I'm staying. - There'll be ten tons of hot lead in here.

- I'm telling you, I wanna die! - We got a deal.

Remember? It dies first, then you!

I'm not gonna move without you. Now get going!

- Dillon? - I've gotta hold it here.

- What about me? - God will take care of you, sister.

No!

Pour the lead.

Now, fuck you.

- No! - Go on, Ripley. Go on!

Pour the lead, Ripley. Pour it now!

Come on! Is that all you got? Fight, motherfucker!

- Come on, do it! - Morse, over here!

- Ripley! - Pour the lead!

Pour the lead!

Pour it!

I hate bugs!

Ripley! It's burning hot.

Hit the sprinkler!

Douse the fucker!

Gotcha!

Yes!

- Don't come any closer. - Wait! They're here to help.

Stay where you are.

- Ripley. - Bishop.

- I'm here to help you. - No more bullshit.

I just felt it move.

- You know who I am? - You're a droid.

Same model as Bishop. Sent by the fucking company.

No. I'm not the Bishop android.

I designed it.

I'm very human. The company sent me here to show you a friendly face.

To demonstrate how important you are to us.

To me.

- You wanna take it back. - We want to kill it and take you home.

Bullshit.

You're wrong. We want to help.

What does that mean?

- We're gonna take that out of you. - And keep it.

We can't let it live. Everything would be in jeopardy.

- You don't want to take it back? - Ripley, time is important.

Let us deal with the malignancy.

We've got a surgical bay set up on the rescue ship. Come with me.

It's very quick. Painless.

A couple of incisions. You'll be out for two hours.

And then it's over.

You still can have a life.

Children.

And most important, you'll know it's dead.

Let me help you.

What guarantee do I have,

once you've taken it out,

that you'll destroy it?

You have to trust me.

Please? Trust me.

No.

What's this gonna achieve?

Stop!

Oh, Jesus!

Morse.

- Will you help me? - What do you want me to do?

It was a mistake. There was no need for any of it.

Fuckin' android!

I'm not a droid!

Ripley!

Think of all we could learn from it.

It's the chance of a lifetime!

You must let me have it. It's a magnificent specimen.

No pictures!

You're crazy.

What are you doing?

No!

- Come on, you. Get going! - Fuck you!

Ash and Captain Dallas are dead.

Cargo and ship destroyed.

I should reach the frontier in about six weeks.

With a bit of luck, the network will pick me up.

This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo,

signing off.

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