All language subtitles for Alien.3.1992.1080p.HULU.WEB-DL.DDP.5.1.H.264-PiRaTeS

(woman vocalizing)

(glass cracks)

(vocalizing continues)

(sizzling)

(automated voice)
Stasis interrupted.

Fire in cryogenic compartment.
(alarm blaring)

Repeat.
Fire in cryogenic compartment.

All personnel report to

emergency escape vehicle
Launchpad.

Deep space flight
will commence

in T minus 20 seconds.

(siren wailing)

(breathing heavily)

(alarm blaring)

(woman vocalizing)

(thunder rumbling)

(indistinct talking)
(wind whooshing)

MAN 1: Oh, Jesus Christ!

MAN 2: Hell of a way
to make a landing.
Get the torch.

(grunts)

How many?
Don't know.

Three, maybe four.

Hey, Frank, can we
hurry this up?

It's gonna be 40 below
in five minutes.

(exclaims)
(barking)

Come here!
Come here!

I'm gonna
kill that thing!
Hush up! Stop it!

That stupid dog of yours,
get it outta here!

I hate that thing.
Get rid of the dog. Good.
Come on! Come on!

Bad way to go, huh?
(chuckles)

Hey, Frank, come on.
Let's go. Let's go.

Wait!

One of them's still alive.

(grunting)

Need any of this?
CLEMENS: Right.

We're gonna need
all of those.

That's it. Okay.
You're all right.
(inhaling)

(indistinct yelling)

(barking)

(barking continues)

This is rumor control.
Here are the facts.

As some of you know,

a 337 model EEV

crash-landed here at 0600

on the morning watch.

There was one survivor,

two dead and a droid
that was hopelessly smashed
beyond repair.

The survivor is a woman.

(all clamoring)

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

INMATE: So have we all.
That also
includes women.

MAN: Yes.
We've all taken
the vow!

MAN 2: Shut your gob, Morse.
MORSE: I'd like to say,
that I for one,

do not appreciate
company policy
allowing her to freely

intermingle with inmates
and the rest of the staff.

What brother means to say
is 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 well 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.
MAN 3: Oh, come one!

INMATE: 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 at the moment.

Will she live?

I would think so.

Look. It's in
everybody's interest

the woman 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.

(sighs)

All right.

MAN 4: Better get here soon
or there ain't gonna
be much left.

Everybody's dead.

What's that?

It's just a little cocktail
of my own mix.

Sort of eye-opener.

(breathes heavily)
doctor?

My name is Clemens.

I'm a 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.

And when you're feeling
better, I'll give you
some clippers,

and you can tend to
your private parts yourself.
How'd I get here?

You crash-landed
in an EEV.

Evidently separated
from your mother ship
before you hit our atmosphere.

You have any idea
how long you were
in hypersleep?

Coming out the way you did
can be a jolt on your system.

Yeah, I'll be sick
for a couple weeks.

Indeed.

(breathes deeply)

Where are the others?

They didn't make it.

What?
They didn't survive.

I have to get to the ship.

I have to get to the ship.

You're in no condition
for that.

You wanna get me some clothes,
or should I just go like this?

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

(clears throat)
None of them have seen
a woman in years.

Neither have I
for that matter.

CLEMENS: This used to be
a 5,000-convict facility.

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

RIPLEY: Why?
Keep the pilot light on.

Pilot light
for what?

CLEMENS (loudly):
Blast furnace.
Natural methane.

We have a foundry,
Lieutenant Ripley.

The inmates forge lead sheets
for toxic waste containers.

How do you know
my name?

It's stenciled
on the back
of your shorts.

(men yelling indistinctly)

MAN: 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.

(clattering)

There was a droid.
Disconnected.

There were bits and pieces
of him all over the place.

We put what was left
on the rubbish tip.

The corporal was impaled
by that safety support.

He never knew
what hit him.

And the girl?

She drowned
in her cryo-tube.

I don't think
she was conscious...

when it happened.

I'm... Sorry.

(sobbing)

(exhales)

(gasps)
What's the matter?

Where is she?
In the morgue.

I have to see her.

I have to see
what's left of her.

Oh, God, there you are.

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

Where you been, huh?

(dog whimpering)

Oh, my...

Come here.

You okay?
Let me see, Spike.
Let me see. Are you okay?

Let me see.

(panting)

What have you been sticking
your face into, huh?

Here.

Did somebody
do this to you?

What kind of animal
would do this to a dog?

(exhales)

Um...

Could I have a moment
alone, please?

Yes, of course.

(sighs deeply)

(softly)
Forgive me.

What's she doing?

Okay?

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...

I have to see
inside of her.

You're disorientated.

Half your system's
still in...

I have a very,
very good reason.

Well, perhaps you'd like to
share that reason.

Possible contagion.

What kind exactly?
(sighs)

Cholera.
Cholera?

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

Please.

(cutting skin)

(yawns)

Everything's in place.

There's no sign
of infection.

No indication of disease.

The chest.

Open the chest.

Careful.

(bones cracking)

(sobbing)

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,
Mr. Clemens?

Well, first,
(clattering)

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.

Well, there didn't
seem to be time.

But it's turned out
all right.

There's no sign
of contagion in the body.
Good.

But it might be helpful
if Lieutenant 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 kept me informed
as to any change
in her physical status.

Or would that be
asking too much?

We have to cremate
the bodies.

Nonsense. We'll keep
their bodies on ice

till the rescue team
arrives.
On ice.

There is
the public health issue.

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

I thought you said
there was no sign of disease.

CLEMENS:
It would appear
that the child drowned.

But without the benefit
of proper laboratory tests,

it's impossible
to be absolutely certain.

I would consider it unwise

to tolerate even
the possibility
of an unwelcomed virus.

An outbreak of cholera
would look extremely bad
on a report.

Would it not, sir?
(clears throat)

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.

AARON:
Recorded, sir.

(♪♪♪)

(clattering)

"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."

(growling)

"The child and the man

"have gone beyond
our world.

"They are forever eternal

"and everlasting."

(dog barking)

"Ashes to ashes,
dust to dust."

DILLON: Why?

Why are the innocent
punished?

(growling)

(whimpers)

Why the sacrifice?

Why the pain?

(growls)

(whimpers)

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.

(whimpering)

We commit these bodies
to the void

with a glad heart.

(growling)

For within each seed,

there is a promise
of a flower.

(gurgling)

And within each death,

no matter how small,

there's always a new life.

(gurgling)

A new beginning.

(growling)

Amen.

(gurgling)

ALL: Amen.

(alien squawking)

MAN 1:
I'll tell you,
it's fucking weird.

The only one to survive
that crash is a woman.

MAN 2: What trouble
can she become?

MAN 3: She's already
changed everything.

(chattering continues)

(water running)

(overlapping chatter)

(man laughs)
MAN: Won't be around here,
that's for sure.

Hello.

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

My friends would have
appreciated it.

Yeah, well, you don't
wanna know me, lady.

I'm a murderer
and rapist of women.

Really?

Well, I guess
I must make you nervous.

You have any faith, sister?

Not much.

Well, 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.

CLEMENS:
Dillon and the rest
of the alternative people

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

Tincture?
RIPLEY:
I'm on medication.

CLEMENS: Hardly.
What kind of religion?

Some sort of apocalyptic,
millenarian, Christian
fundamentalist, uh...

RIPLEY: Right.
Exactly.

Point is,
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.

Here we are.

How did you get
this wonderful assignment?

How do you like
your new haircut?

It's okay.

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.

Very direct.

I've been out here
a long time.

♪ In the year 7510 ♪

♪ The Gods are comin' ♪

♪ You ought make
your life end ♪

♪ Maybe he'll look around
and say ♪

♪ Yes, it's time for
the judgment... ♪

Yech!

♪ In the year... ♪

Hey, Spike.

Spike? Spikey!

Are you down there?
What are you doing?

(screaming)

I really appreciate
your affections,

but I am aware that they
deflected my question.

In the nicest
possible way, of course.

RIPLEY:
You're spoiling the mood.

I have a job to do.
Hmm.

I just want to
know why we had to
cremate the bodies.

I had a terrible dream
in hypersleep.

And I had to be sure
what killed her.

Anyway, I made a mistake.

Possibly.

(sighs deeply)

And now I've made
another mistake.

Really?
What's that?

Fraternizing
with a prisoner.

Physical contact.

It's against the rules,
isn't it?

I'm not a prisoner.

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

(sighs)

That does deserve
an explanation.

But I don't think
now is the moment.

(intercom buzzes)
AARON (on intercom):
Mr. Clemens.

Mr. Aaron.

Superintendent Andrews
would like you to report

to vent shaft 22
on the second quadrant now.

We've had an accident.
Something serious?

AARON: 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.

A sudden rush of air,
I'd imagine, except...

Right. Almost
happened to me once.

I've told him 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.

AARON: Have you got
any ideas?

(device beeping)

Here you are.

You know, wandering around
without an escort

is really gonna piss
Superintendent Andrews off.

Will you tell me
about your accident?

One of the prisoners
has been killed.

Really? How?
Hmm.

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.

(sighs)
Well, 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.

Listen to me,
you piece of shit.

You 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.

I may point out
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
very high priority.
Why?

I have no idea.

But why did you let her
out of the infirmary?

This accident with Murphy
is what happens

when one of these
dumb sons of a bitches
walks around with 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.

You do? Isn't that lovely?
Consider this, Mr. Clemens.

How would you
like me to explain
your sordid history

to your newfound friend?

For her personal
edification, of course.

Now sit the hell down.

Now, is there anything
I should know?

(wind howling)

(grunts)

(thunder rumbling)

(grunting)
(♪♪♪)

(screaming)

Shut up,
you fuckin' bitch!

Shut up, you bitch!

RIPLEY: God damn it!
Let go of me!

Fuck you! No!

Hold still!
Shh! Shh!

RIPLEY: No! Goddamn it!

(yelling)

(grunts)

DILLON: You okay?

You son of a bitch!

(grunting)

Take off.

I gotta re-educate
some of the brothers.

We've gotta discuss
some matters of the spirit.

(grunts)

RAINS: This is like
10 city blocks.

(man chewing loudly)

BOGGS: How many?

RAINS: This makes 176.

Can't you chew
a little quieter?

I'm trying to figure out
how big this compartment is.

I can't think with all this
Goddamn noise you're making.

You're not
supposed to swear.
I'm sorry.

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

What?

What the shit
is doing that?

GOLIC: You're swearing.
Shut up.

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

What the hell is 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 we gonna know
where we are?

Somebody will
just have to go back
and relight them.

I guess I'm nominated.

Watch your step,
brother.

(metal clanking)

RAINS: Okay, who are
the comedians?

(liquid dripping)

(screeches)

(screaming) No!

(both yell)
Go!

Quick, grab it. Here.
RAINS: Help me! Help me!

BOGGS: Go! Fuckin' go!

Go, go, go! Quick!

(both yelling)

Give me that!

(♪♪♪)

(inaudible)

(metal clatters)

(yells)
Get this fucking thing
off me!

(screaming) Oh, fuck!

Let me go!

(screams)

(beeping)

(squishing)

(power surges)

Hey.

Hello, Ripley.

Hi, Bishop.

How are you feeling?

My legs hurt.

Hey, listen,
I'm sorry.

It's okay. I'm just
a glorified toaster.

How are you?

I like your new haircut.

Bishop,
can you access data
on the flight recorder?

No problem.

(beeping)

I am home.

What happened
on the Sulaco?

Why were our cryo-tubes
ejected?

(automated voice)
Stasis interrupted.

Fire in cryogenic compartment.

Repeat.
Fire in cryogenic...
What happened?

What started the fire,
Bishop?

Can you hear me?

(normal voice)
The fire was electrical.

It was in the subflooring.

Did the sensors
pick up anything

moving around on the ship
prior to separation?

It's very dark here, Ripley.
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 Sulaco
or did it come with us
on 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're sure?

Do it for me, Ripley.

(Ripley sighs)

(power surges)

(exhales)

(men talking indistinctly)

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

(whimpering) It wasn't...
it was the dragon.

Feeds on minds.
It was...

Nobody can stop it.
What about Boggs
and Rains?

They got
slaughtered like pigs.
It wasn't me!

It wasn't me!

Stark raving mad.

I'm not saying it was
anyone's fault, but he
should have been chained up.

You called it, sir.
Mad as a fucking hatter.

Keep him separated
from the rest.

Don't want him
causing a panic.

Clemens.
Yes.

Sedate this poor idiot.

Not until we know
about the brothers.

Now,
pull yourself together.
Talk to me now.

Now, where are
Boggs and Rains?

GOLIC: It wasn't me!
ANDREWS: Hopeless.

You're not gonna
get anything out of him.

We'll have to send out
a search team.

I'm afraid we'll
have to assume there's
a very good chance

this simple bastard
has murdered them.

Now, 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... this dragon.

It's a dragon.

ANDREWS: You're not talking
to anyone, Lieutenant.

I'm not interested
in your opinion,

because you are not
in full possession
of the facts.

This man is a convicted
multiple 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 will be quite pleased
to have a little chat. Yes?

ANDREWS: Let me see if I have
this correct, Lieutenant.

It's an eight-foot creature
of some kind,
with acid for blood,

and it arrived
on your spaceship.

It kills on sight
and is generally unpleasant.

And, of course,
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?

Well, what kind
of weapons have you got?

This is a prison.

It's not a good idea
to allow prisoners
access to firearms.

What keeps them
from killing you?

Fear.
There's no way to escape.

With the arrival
of the next supply ship,

the company will
eliminate them.

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 scattered
about the place.

Nothing terribly formidable.

That's all?

We're on the honor system.

(exhales)

Then we're fucked.

No, you're fucked.

Confined to the infirmary.
Quarantined.

Mr. Aaron will escort you.

I think you'll be safe
from any large, nasty beast
while you're there, right?

Yes, that's a good girl.

(intercom buzzes)

AARON (over intercom):
Let's all report
to the mess hall.

Superintendent Andrews
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.

And that's it?
That's it.

(whispers)
Fuck.

They are sending somebody
to pick you up quite soon,
I gather.

Really.
(clears throat)

(sniffs)

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'll just say I'm crazy.

That's a bit uncharitable.

(sniffs)

(coughing)

How are you feeling?

(sighs)
Not so hot.

(clears throat)

Sore throat.
Sick to my stomach.

Pissed off.

Well, that's understandable
given the circumstances.

Perhaps I should give you
one of my special cocktails.

GOLIC: I don't know
why everybody blames
everybody for everything.

Nobody's perfect,
only human.

I don't know
a perfect human.
Nobody I know.

You married?

Me?
GOLIC: 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.

CLEMENS: Are you?

What?

Married.

RIPLEY: Why?

Just curious.

No.

How about leveling with me?

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

And then when I asked
about the prison ID tattooed
on the back of your head,

you ducked me again.

CLEMENS:
It's a long, sad story.

And more than
a little melodramatic.

Try me.

(liquid swishing)
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.

And 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
on 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?

(gasps)

(alien screeches)

(whimpering)

(growls)
(yells)

(whimpering)

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.

(panting)

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.

(sighs)

We need to organize
and send out a search party.

Volunteers
will be appreciated.

(panting)

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 days...

Until the rescue team arrives
for lieutenant Ripley.

It's here!
It got Clemens!

Stop this raving
at once! Stop it!
I'm telling you it's here!

Mr. Aaron, get that
foolish woman
back to the infirmary!

(Andrews yells)
(all yelling)

MAN: Move it!

Out of my way!

Fuck!

MAN: What do we do now?
Who's in charge?

Organize. We got
to organize, right?

Right. I guess
I'm next in line.

85's gonna
be in charge.
Jesus, give us a break!

Don't call me that.

AARON: Okay, look.
There's no way
I can replace Andrews.

He was a good man.
I know you guys
didn't appreciate him.

Aaron, we don't want
to hear that shit now.

Hey, sister,
what about you?
You're an officer.

How about showing us
a little leadership.

Forget fucking
Shirley temple.
You take charge.

Right.
You run things here anyway.

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

I just take care
of my own.

MAN: Well, what does
this fucking beast want?

Is this mother
gonna try for us all?

Yeah.
Well, ain't that sweet?

So how are we
gonna stop it?
(clears throat)

We have no weapons.
Is that correct?

Right.

I haven't seen
one exactly
like this before.

Moves differently.

But the others
were afraid of fire.

Not much else.

Can we seal off
this area?
No chance.

The installation's
10 miles square.

There's 600 air ducts
running to the surface.
What about video?

I see these closed-circuit
monitors everywhere.

We could try
to find it out.

The video system
hasn't worked in years.

Nothing much works here.

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

What 85 is trying to
tell you is...

Don't call me that!
We ain't got no
entertainment center,

no climate control,
no video system,
no surveillance,

no freezers,
no fucking ice cream,

no rubbers,
no women, no guns.

All we got here is shit!

Oh, what the hell are we
even talking to her for?

She's the one
that brought the fucker.

Why don't we just
get her head

and shove it through
the fucking wall?

DILLON: Morse.

Why don't you
shut the fuck up?

Hmm.

Right.

Right. What are
we going to do?

What's this?

Um, that leads
from the mess hall
to the infirmary.

It's a ventilation shaft.

Then we go in there,
flush it out.

Hey. 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, look. Running around
down here in the dark.
Are you kidding?

Once you get out
of this main shaft,
there's no overheads.

Don't we have
flashlights?

We've got thousands of 'em,
but no batteries.

I told you,
nothing works.
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
a lot of nuclear crap
in there.

Never got around to it.

It's clean as
a whistle inside.

This the only way in or out?

That's right.
Walls are six feet thick,
solid steel.

Really 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.

(whistles)

This is where we keep it.
I forget what
the stuff's called.

Quinitricetyline.
I knew that.

Right. I've got to
get these section

arrangements organized
with Dillon...

For the paintbrush, uh...

So, um...
David.

Yeah. You can get
these drums organized.

Right, 85.

And, uh,

don't call me that.

What's this "85" thing?

A couple of us sneaked
a look at his personnel
file the day he arrived.

It's his I. Q.

(chuckles)

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 want to 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?

RIPLEY: Your ass is already
on the line.

The only question is...

What are you
gonna do about it?

(chattering)

MAN: Man,
this stuff stinks.

So you miss doc,
right?

What makes
you say that?

I thought you two
got real close.

(sighs)

I guess you've been looking
through some keyholes.

That's what I thought.

(exhales)

Oh!

I hate this place.
I hate this place.

Wow.

There's definitely
something in here with us.

Okay. Don't light the fire
until I give the signal.

This is the signal.

Got it?
Can you remember that?

Aaah...

(groans) Shit!

(groaning)

(exhales)

(hissing)

Aaah! Help me!

Aaah!

(screaming)

(muttering) B...

Wait for the fucking signal!

(explosion)

Get down!

Aaah!

Come on!
We gotta find
the sprinklers!

Come on!
We gotta help
these guys!

(screaming)

Come on!

Through the waste dump.
Don't open the doors!

(explosion)
(screaming)

AARON: Dillon, over here.
Here's another one.

Oh, Jesus.
This makes 10.

MORSE: Fucking great!

(exhales) Well, now what
are we gonna do?

(exhales)

You okay?
Oh, piss on her!

The fucking thing's
loose out there.
What are we gonna do?

AARON: I just said that,
you miserable little shit!

Come on.
Cut that shit out.

AARON: Tell your fucking
bozo to shape up!

(gasping)

(stammering)
What do you think?

(exhales) 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
how she looks?
What are we going to do?

Want a smack in the mouth,
you stupid wanker?

Shut the fuck up
and stop causing panic!

Panic? You're so
fucking stupid,
you couldn't spell it.

Don't talk to me about panic.
We ought to fucking panic!

Shut up, both of you!

DILLON: Shut up!

Well, I'm out of ideas!

Oh, surprise me.

What about outside?
Great idea.

The sun don't come up
for another two days.
It's 40 below zero.

The rescue team's
10 hours away. So that
makes a lot of sense!

Wonderful. You just want us
to stay here and let this
thing have us for lunch!

I want you to get everybody
that's still left together.

Come down to the furnace.
Okay.

Need any help?

(exhales)

I didn't mean
to scare you.

You shouldn't be
wandering around alone.

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

Okay.

What do I do?

Hit "B" or "C."

What's "C"?

"Display biofunctions."
That's it.

(electrical pulses)

Okay, we're hot.
Now what?

Let it run a cycle.

AARON: It's real fuzzy.

Hit "enhancement."
(pulsing continues)

(inhales)

Keep looking.

I don't know how
to read this stuff.

RIPLEY: Hemorrhaging will show
as a dark patch.

(clears throat)
Look for...

Hairline fractures
through the base of the skull.

(electrical drone)
Little white lines.

What is it?

I think you've got one
inside of you.

That's not possible.

(panting)
What does it look like?

Horrible.

I have to see it.

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

Freeze it!

(beeping)

I'm sorry.

It's up.

What do you want to say?

Tell them the whole place
has gone toxic.

Are you kidding?

Then they won't come here.
The rescue team
will turn back.

Yeah. I know.

What are you
talking about?

Our only hope is that
they kill this fucker.

And maybe they can
do something for you.

I don't know, freeze you...

They can do an operation.
They've got the technology.

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

The company doesn't
care about that.

They just want it
for their bioweapons
division, okay?

So we can't
let them come here.

Fuck you.

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

I don't give a shit about
these stupid prisoners,
but I've got a wife, a kid.

I'll go home on
the next rotation!

I know. This is hard.

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

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

Listen, you stupid
little shit! This has got
to be done, okay?

There are no alternatives!
No way!

You're not getting it!
No fucking way!

(computer beeps)

Look, it's nothing personal.

Understand?

I think you're okay.

(exhales)

(chuckles)

Thanks.

Have you got
any ideas?
I don't know.

Maybe I'll go find it.

We'll 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.
(chuckles)

It's a metaphor.

Wanna come?

Fuck me.
(computer beeping)

(machinery clanking)
(sighs)

Where are you
when I need you?

(clanking)

(hissing)

(exhales)

(water dropping)

Don't be afraid.

I'm part
of the family.

(water dropping)

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.

(grunts)
(hisses)

(metal clatters)

(hisses)

RIPLEY: Oh!
(thud)

It won't kill me.

What are you doing?
You're supposed to be
laying low.

I have one inside of me.

What are you
talking about?
I saw it...

On the cat scan.

It's a queen.

An egg layer.

It can make thousands more
like the one we've got here.

Still sounds like
bullshit to me.

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

(exhales)

When I was
in hyper-sleep,
I guess.

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 has to die.

So somebody's
gotta kill me.

Are you up to it?

You don't have to
worry about that.

(sighs)

No speeches.

No prayers.

(gasps and sniffs)

(metal clattering)

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

(metal clatters)

Not to nobody,
not to nothing.

That damn thing out
there has already
killed half my men.

(panting)
Got the other half
scared shitless.

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

You fucking coward!

I want that thing!

I want to 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!
(groans)

(whimpering) Dillon.

We waste this thing,

then you
take care of me.

No problem.

Quick,
easy and painless.

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

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

MORSE: What the fuck
are you talking about?

DILLON: I'm talkin' about
killing that big motherfucker!

MORSE: Doesn't mean we should
go out and fight it.

Jesus Christ! Give us a break!

You guys have got
to be fucking nuts!
Look, 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 fucking
company man!
Yeah, okay.

Okay, I'm a company man.
I'm not a fucking criminal.

You keep telling me
how dumb I am.

I'm smart enough not to have
a life sentence on this rock!

Fuck you!
Piss off, 85!

And I'm smart enough
to wait for some
firepower to show up...

Before we fight this thing!

Right, Morse?
Right. Okay. 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 will do
all the fighting.

Okay. But 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 do we have to go
on some fucking suicide run?
Right.

Because they won't kill it.

They might kill you
just for having seen it.
But they're not gonna 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're gonna care about
a bunch of lifers...

Who found God at
the ass-end of space?

RIPLEY: You really think
they're going to let you

interfere with their plans
for this thing?

They think we're,
we're crud.

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

That's, that's died.

Not one.

Have you got
some sort of plan?

This is a lead
works, isn't it?

All we got to do is
lure the fucking
beast into the mold,

drown it in hot lead.

All right.
So how do we do that?

Yeah. What are we
gonna use for bait?

Oh, fuck!

You're all gonna die.

The only question is
how you check out.

Do you want it
on your feet...

Or on your
fucking knees,
begging?

I ain't much
for begging.

Nobody ever
gave me nothin'.

So I say
fuck that thing!

Let's fight it!

Fuck it!
Let's go for it!

(chattering)

MAN 1: Let's kick
its fucking ass.
MAN 2: What if it runs at us?

MAN 3: That's a fucking
good idea.

(automated voice)
Two, one. Open.

When was the last time
you used this place?

We fired it up five,
six years ago.

RIPLEY: You sure the piston's
gonna work?

DILLON: There's nothing
for sure in this place.

(crackling)

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

Start the piston.

The piston's gonna push
the motherfucker right
into the mold.

Then 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.
That's all.

We'll never have time
to reset it. Now remember,

when you pull the lever,

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

If you guys don't drop
the ball, I won't.

You just 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 are you gonna be?
I'll be around.

What about the others?
Where are they?

Praying.

I have a problem with this.
What part?

The part where
we're running around

in a dark fucking maze
with that thing chasing us.

You'll lead it
down channel "B"
to the piston chamber.

I'll close the doors
behind you.

(automated voice)
Channel "J."
Door "A" open.

Hey! What if it
won't cooperate?

What if we get lost?

This was her idea.

(indistinct automated voice)

I don't know
about this shit.

Hey, guys!
My door ain't working!

What the fuck's he saying?

I think we'd better
rethink this thing!
(echoing)

(distant) Aaah!

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 coming!
Shut the doors!

Must be heading
over to channel "A"!

This thing is really
pissed off!

Did you say "B"?
No, "E"!

But you said
we should stay here!
Move your fucking ass!

Morse.

Kevin!

Yoo-hoo!
Hey, fuckface!

Come and get me!

Take your best shot!

(indistinct shouting)

Kevin, where are you?

"A-7" closed.

(indistinct shouting)

Over in the east wing.
Door "B-7" safe!

Aaah!

(groaning)

You too?
Yeah! Okay.

Over to "E," everybody!
Where the fuck is "E"?

This way!

(panting)

(panting)

Here, here, kitty,
kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my...

You bastard!
(hissing)

It's coming!

It's coming down!
Geez, it's coming!

It's onto 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?

(indistinct shouting)

Now I'm back in "A"!

Come on.

(indistinct automated voice)

Door 3,
"F" channel closed!

I hope.

(grunts) Fuck!

What the fuck
are you doing?

What?
Don't hold it like that.

Hold it like this.
What the fuck...

You'll fucking kill someone,
you fucking moron!
Ow!

(hissing)
Aaah!

DILLON: Morse! Kevin!
MORSE: Aaah!

Gregor!

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

Stay here.

Where the hell is it?

(indistinct shouting)

(shouting continues)

(panting)

(hissing)
Aaah!

MAN: It's coming.

Aaah! (whimpering)

No! Don't start the piston!

No! We have
to trap it! No!
(grunting)

What are you doing?
It's gone!

No! No.
I can, I can...

(panting)

It's gone.

Okay?

Okay.

(gasps)

(indistinct screaming)

What the heck?

Aaah!
All right!

Kevin!
Don't struggle!
(groaning)

Don't move! No!
Don't struggle.

Come on. Come on, Kevin.
Come on!

Come on! Come on!
Come on.
(gagging)

The doors.
It's coming!

Take the piston!

(groaning)
Come on. I got ya.

It's all right.
It's okay.

I got ya. It's okay.
It's all right, Kevin.

Kevin. Kevin!

Kevin.

(door closing)

Leave him.

Leave him. He's dead.
We lured him.

(hissing)

(power surging)

Shit. How much time?

DILLON: I'm not sure.
Four or five minutes.

But we've got to get it
back in here

before the piston
seals this place off.

Now, let's move it!

(gasps)

(indistinct automated voice)

(grunts)

(panting)

(indistinct shouting)

(machine whirring)

Help me!
Jude!

(Jude screaming)
Dillon! Help me, Dillon!

It's coming at me!

Goddamn it!
Don't look back, Jude!

Run as fast as
you fucking can!

(shouting)
Help me!

God! Please! Help!

(explosion)
(indistinct computer voice)

(machine whirring)

(indistinct computer voice)

(automated voice)
Channel "C."

(panting)

(door opening)

Jesus Christ!
Thank God you're here.

Warder Aaron, sir.
1-3-7-5-1-2.

Not many of us left, sir.

Where is lieutenant 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.

(grunting)

Jesus Christ.

You fucker.
Scared me shitless!

(laughing) I thought
you were the
fucking beast. You fuck!

(laughing)

Aaah! Wanker!

(panting and gasping)

Move. Come on,
you bastard.

Come on! Come on,
get out of there!

Come here!

DILLON: Ripley,
we're running out of time!

(grunting)

Ripley, where are you?
(grunting)

(groaning)

(Ripley grunting)

(grunts)

(grunts)

RIPLEY: I'm over here.
Come on!

Come on.
Get out of there!

What are you doing? What the
fuck is wrong with you?
No! No!

Let it go! Ripley!

Scream.
To the pistons! No!

DILLON: Let it follow us.
RIPLEY: Come on!

DILLON: We got to get it
in front of the piston.
RIPLEY: Get back here.

RIPLEY: It's following us!

DILLON: Come and get us!
Come on!

RIPLEY: Open the door!
DILLON: Come on, come on.

Come on, motherfucker!
Come on.

RIPLEY: Come on! Get the door!

Get the door!
Morse!

RIPLEY: Now!
DILLON: Shut it!

Shut it, Morse!
(gasps)

Morse, shut that door!

Now!
DILLON: Shut the fucking door!

I'm going for the lead!

(hissing)

Now! I'm staying.
What about you?

Bullshit! There's gonna be
10 tons of hot lead in there!

I'm telling you,
I want to die!

We got a deal! Remember?
It dies first, then you!

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

(hissing)

Dillon!
I've got to hold it here.

What about me?

God will take care
of you now, sister!

No!

Pour the lead.

Fuck you.
(hissing)

(screaming) Pour it, Ripley!

Go on!
God damn it!

Pour the lead, Ripley!
Pour it now!

DILLON: Come on! Come on!
That's all you've got?

Fight mother fucker!
Come on, do it.

Morse!
Morse, over here!

(Dillon screaming)

Ripley!
Pour the lead!

(Dillon screaming)
RIPLEY: Pour the lead!

Aaah!

Pour it!

(gasping)
(grunts)

(groans)

(laughing)

All right, bug!

(hissing)

(grunting)

Ripley!
It's scalding hot!

Hit the sprinklers!

Douse the fucker!

(gasps)

(hissing)

Gotcha!

Yes!

(coughing)

(gasps)

Don't come any closer.

Wait. They're here to help.

Stay where you are.

Ripley.

Bishop.

I'm here to help you.
RIPLEY: No more bullshit.

I just felt it move.

Do 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 just want to
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.

Can't allow it to live.

Everything we know
would be in jeopardy.

You don't want
to take it back?

Ripley, time is important.

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

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,

you'll destroy it?

You'll have to trust me.

Please?
Trust me?

No.

What's this going
to achieve?
Aaah!

Stop!
Ow! Oh, Jesus!

(groaning)

Morse.

Will you help me?

What do you
want me to do?

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

Fucking android!

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!

What are you doing?

No!

(screeching)

(grunts)

Come on, you.
Get going.
Oh, fuck you!

(Ripley's voice)
Ash, captain Dallas are dead.

Cargo and ship destroyed.

I should reach the frontier
in about six weeks.

With a little luck,
the network will pick me up.

This is Ripley, last survivor
of the Nostromo...

Signing off.

(beeping)