"Bio-readouts are in the green." "Looks like she's alive." "There goes our salvage, guys." "How are we today?" "Oh." "Terrible." "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 Carter Burke." "I work for the Company." "Don't let that fool you." "I'm really an OK guy." "I'm glad you're feeling better." "They tell me the weakness and disorientation should pass soon." "That's just natural side effects... of such an unusually long hypersleep." "What do you mean?" "How long was I out there?" "Has no one discussed this with you?" "No." "But, I mean, I don't recognize this place." "No, I know." "Uh..." "OK." "This might be a shock." "It's long" "How long?" "Please." "Fifty-seven years." "What?" "You were out there for fifty-seven years." "You drifted right through the core systems." "It's really just blind luck... that a deep-salvage team found you." "It's one in a thousand, really." "You're damn lucky to be alive, kiddo." "You could be floating out there forever." "You OK?" "Oh." "Oh!" "You OK?" "Oh!" "God!" "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." "We don't have a lot of time." "I read your deposition, and it's great." "If you stick to that, we'll be fine." "The thing is, there are gonna be a lot of heavyweights in there." "Feds, Interstellar Commerce Commission..." "Colonial Administration, insurance company guys." "Do you have any news about my daughter?" "We did come up with some information." "Why don't we sit down?" "I was hoping to wait until after the inquest." "Uh..." ""Amanda Ripley McClaren-"" "married name, I guess" ""age sixty-six."" "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, Little Chute, Wisconsin." "No children." "I checked." "I promised her... that I would be home for her birthday." "Her eleventh birthday." "Ohh..." "I'd like to go back to this point... about the override destruct elements." "I don't understand this." "We have been here three and a half hours." "How many different ways do you want the same story?" "Look at it from our perspective, please." "Please?" "You freely admit to detonating the engines of... and thereby destroying an M-Class star freighter... a rather expensive piece of hardware." "Forty-two 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 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 IQs just drop sharply while I was away?" "Ma'am, I already said 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 three hundred surveyed worlds." ""A creature that gestates inside a living human host."" "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." "Kane-the crew member..." "Kane, who went into that ship, said he saw thousands of eggs." "Thank you." "That will be all." "God damn it, that's not all!" "If one of those things gets down here, that will be all!" "And all this bullshit you think is important... you can kiss all that good-bye!" "It is the finding of this court of inquiry... that Warrant Officer E. Ripley..." "N-O-C-one-four-four-seven-two... has acted with questionable judgment... and is unfit to hold an ICC license... as a commercial flight officer." "Said license is hereby suspended indefinitely." "No criminal charges... will be filed against you at this time... and you are released on your own recognizance... for a six-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-Ripley." "Van Leuwen." "Why don't you just check out LV-426?" "Because I don't have to." "People have been there for over twenty years... and they never complained about any hostile organism." "What people?" "Terraformers." "Planet engineers." "They go in, set up atmosphere processors... to make the air breathable." "It takes decades." "It's what we call a shake 'n' bake colony." "How many are there?" "How many colonists?" "I don't know." "Sixty, maybe seventy families." "Do you mind?" "Families." "Jesus." "I'll be down in maintenance." "Al?" "What?" "Hey, Al." "What?" "Remember you sent some wildcatters... out in the middle of nowhere last week... out past the Ilium Range?" "One's on the horn, a mom-and-pop survey team." "He's onto something, wants his claim honored." "Why wouldn't it be honored?" "Because you sent them on Company orders maybe?" "Christ." "Some haunch 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... because it takes two weeks to get an answer out here." "The answer is always, "Don't ask."" "What do I tell this guy?" "As far as I'm concerned, if he finds something, it's his." "Lydecker?" "What?" "You kids know you're not supposed to be here!" "Get out!" "You go in places we can't fit." "So?" "That's why I'm the best!" "Knock it off." "If I catch you playing in the air ducts, I'll tan your hides." "Mom, all the kids play" "Wait." "Have a look at this." "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 on the side." "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 look inside?" "You kids stay inside." "I mean it." "We'll be right back." "OK." "Bye." "Huh?" "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 Control!" "This is Alpha Kilo Two-four-niner!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Hiya, 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 there?" "Forget it." "It's not my problem." "Can I finish?" "No." "There's no way." "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?" "We've been trained to deal with situations like this." "Then you don't need me." "I'm not a soldier." "But we don't know exactly what's going on." "It may be a downed transmitter." "But if it's not..." "I'd 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." "I saw the commercial." "I don't have time for this." "I've got to get to work." "Right." "I heard you're working the cargo docks." "That's right." "Running loaders and forklifts." "Yeah." "So?" "Nothing." "I think it's great that you're keeping busy." "I know it's the only thing 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 to go and face this thing." "Get back on the horse." "Spare me." "I've had my psych evaluation." "I know." "I've read it." "You wake up every night, soaked in sweat" "I said no, and I mean it!" "Now please leave." "I am not going back... and I would not be any good to you if I did." "OK." "Shh." "Would you do me a favor?" "Just think about it." "Thanks for the coffee." "Aah!" "Oh." "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." "I think that" "And you, you little shithead... you're staying here." "They ain't paying' us enough for this, man." "Not enough to have to wake up to your face, Drake." "What?" "Is that a joke?" "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!" "Want me to fetch your slippers?" "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, on your feet." "I'm talking about breathing, not this frozen shit." "Yeah, Top, how about it?" "First assembly's in fifteen, 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-do!" "Hey, I'm impressed." "Qué bonita." "Hey, Vasquez." "Have you ever been mistaken for a man?" "No." "Have you?" "Ha ha!" "Oh, Vasquez." "You're just too bad." "Hey, Top, what's the op?" "A rescue mission." "You'll love it." "There's some juicy colonists' daughters... we have to rescue from their virginity." "Dumbass colonists." "What's this crap supposed to be?" "Cornbread, I think." "It's good for you, boy." "Eat it." "I wouldn't mind getting more of that Arcturian poontang." "Remember that time?" "Yeah, but the one you had was a male." "It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian." "Hey, Bishop, do the thing with the knife." "Oh, please." "Come on." "All right!" "I don't want to see that." "All right!" "What are you doing, man?" "Quit messing around, Drake." "Bishop." "Hey, man." "Do it." "Hey, not me, man!" "Yeah, you." "Don't move." "Trust me." "Aah!" "All right, knock it off." "Thank you." "Enjoy your meal." "That wasn't funny, man." "Lieutenant Gorman?" "Mr. Burke?" "Yeah, thanks." "Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with us grunts." "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." "It never occurred to me." "It's common practice to have a synthetic on board." "I prefer the term "artificial person."" "Right." "Is there a problem?" "I'm sorry." "I don't know why I didn't even..." "Ripley's last trip, 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." "That explains it." "The A-2s always were a bit twitchy." "That could never happen now with our behavioral inhibitors." "It is impossible for me to harm... or allow to be harmed a human being." "Sure you don't want some?" "Just stay away from me." "You got that straight?" "Guess she don't like the cornbread, either." "Squad, ten-hut!" "Officer on deck!" "As you were." "Quickly, quickly." "Settle down." "All right, listen up!" "Good morning, Marines." "I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you before we left" "Sir!" "What is it, Hicks?" "Hudson, sir." "He's Hicks." "What's the question?" "Is this gonna be a stand-up fight or another bug-hunt?" "All we know is there's still no contact with the colony... and a xenomorph may be involved." "Excuse me, sir." "A what?" "A xenomorph." "It's a bug-hunt." "What exactly are we dealing with?" "Ripley." "I'll tell you what I know." "We set down on LV-426." "A crew member 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." "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." "Vasquez, kick ass." "Anytime, anywhere." "Right." "Somebody said "alien..."" "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 have Ripley's report on disk." "I suggest you study it." "Because just one of those things... wiped out my crew in less than twenty-four hours." "If the colonists have found that ship... there's no telling how many have been exposed." "Do you understand?" "Anyway, we have it on disk, so 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 0830." "Ordnance loading, weapons strip... and drop-ship prep details will have seven hours." "Now move it, people!" "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." "You'll get lip cancer smoking those." "I want this loading lock sealed." "Now!" "How many more, Spunkmeyer?" "Last one." "Good." "Take it away." "Clear behind." "Did you check number three?" "Hi." "I feel like a fifth wheel." "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." "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?" "That's what we gonna do." "We are going to 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, God damn it!" "Get hot!" "One, two, three!" "Get out!" "Get out!" "Get out!" "Move it out!" "Move it out!" "Move it 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!" "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 engage." "Primary couplers released." "Hit the internals." "Oh, shit, man." "Confirm cross-lock and drop stations secured." "Affirmative." "All drop stations secured." "Stand by." "Ten 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." "Two-four-oh, nominal to profile." "We're in the pipe, five by five." "We're picking up some hull ionization." "Got it." "Rough air ahead." "We're in for some chop." "How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant?" "Thirty-eight." "Simulated." "How many combat drops?" "Uh, two... including this one." "Shit." "Oh, man." "Range zero-one-four." "Turning on final." "I got a bad feeling about this drop." "You always say, "I got a bad feeling about this drop."" "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." "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." "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!" "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, and 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?" "Second team, move inside." "Hicks, take the upper level." "Sir, you copying this?" "Looks like hits from small-arms fire." "We got some explosives damages, probably seismic survey charges." "Are you reading this?" "Keep it tight, people." "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 here." "Now!" "Now!" "Hyah!" "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 all right?" "Looks melted." "Somebody must have bagged one of Ripley's bad guys here." "Acid for blood." "If you like 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, we missed it." "The area's secured." "Let's go check their computer." "It's not secure." "The area's secured." "First team, head for Operations." "Hudson, get their CPU on-line." "Affirmative." "Hicks, meet me at the south lock." "We're coming in." "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." "Looks that way." "All right, Drake, this way." "We 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?" "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." "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?" "She's on the other side." "Shine the light!" "Here." "Here." "Keep back." "Don't scare her." "Grab her." "We're gonna lose her." "Damn it!" "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?" "Look, Rebecca, you have to try" "Gorman, give it a rest, why don't you?" "Total brainlock." "Physically, she's OK." "Borderline malnutrition, but no permanent damage." "Come on." "We're wasting 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?" "Tell me what you're scanning for." "PDTs." "Personal data transmitters." "Every colonist had one surgically implanted." "If they're within twenty klicks, we'll read it out here." "So far, zippo." "I don't know how you stayed alive... but you're one brave kid, Rebecca." "Newt." "What'd 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, hmm?" "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." "Nice pet you got there." "Magnificent, isn't it?" "Yo!" "Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen!" "Found them." "They alive?" "Unknown, but it looks like all of them... 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." "Let's go." "They ain't paying' us by the hour." "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." "Forty meters 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." "You heard the man." "Don't bunch up." "Stay loose." "Your transmission's 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." "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." "But it's a dry heat." "Knock it off, Hudson." "Lieutenant, what do those pulse-rifles fire?" "Ten millimeter explosive-tip caseless." "Standard light armor-piercing round." "Why?" "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?" "Oh, ho ho." "Yeah." "She's absolutely right." "So what?" "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." "We can't have any firing in there." "I want you to collect magazines from everybody." "Is he fuckin' crazy?" "What do we use, harsh language?" "Flame units only." "I want rifles slung." "Sir, I" "Just do it, Sergeant." "And no grenades." "You heard the man." "Pull 'em out." "Let's have 'em." "Come on, Vasquez." "Clear and lock." "Damn!" "You, too." "Give it up, Ski." "Crowe, I want it now." "Give it up." "Right on, Vas." "Let's go." "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?" "We got a live one!" "You're gonna be all right." "Please...kill me." "Stay calm." "We'll get you out." "It's gonna be all right." "We've got to get her out of here." "What is it, Dietrich?" "What's going on?" "Convulsion!" "Ohh!" "Dietrich, get back!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "No!" "Frost, flamethrower!" "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?" "We can't see anything in here." "Pull your team out, Gorman." "I got readings in front and behind." "Where, man?" "I don't see shit." "He's right." "Nothing's back here." "Something's moving, and it ain't us!" "Oh, shit." "Tracker's off-scale, man." "They're all around us, man!" "Jesus!" "Maybe they don't show up on infrared at all." "Aah!" "Aah!" "Frost!" "Aah!" "Come on!" "Aah!" "Jesus Christ, Apone!" "What is going on?" "Wierzbowski and Crowe are down!" "Dietrich, Crowe!" "Sound off!" "Frost!" "Frost!" "Aah!" "Wierzbowski!" "Wierzbowski!" "Aah!" "Let's rock!" "Yeah!" "Yeah!" "Who's firing?" "God damn it!" "Yeah!" "I ordered a hold fire." "They're coming out of the goddamn walls!" "Let's book!" "Uh, Apone..." "I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with..." "Vasquez, Drake, hold your fire, God damn it!" "Are you copying me?" "Lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators... and fall back by squads..." "Say again?" "All after "incinerator."" "Lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators... and fall back..." "Aah!" "Sarge!" "Apone, talk to me." "Apone?" "Talk to me!" "He's gone!" "Get them out of there!" "Shut up!" "Hicks, whoever's left, get the hell" "Shut up!" "God damn 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!" "Keep movin'!" "Hold on, Newt." "Ripley, what the hell are you doing?" "Turn around!" "That's an order!" "Get off me, damn it!" "God damn it, that's an order!" "You had your chance, Gorman." "Come on!" "Come on, Drake!" "Yeah!" "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!" "Run for it!" "Shit!" "Let's go!" "Drake, come on, man!" "Drake, come on!" "Aah!" "No!" "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!" "Aah!" "Ripley!" "Go, go, go!" "Whoa!" "Oh." "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 going to 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 get them." "We don't leave people behind!" "I ain't going back!" "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 happening', man." "God damn it." "This can't be happenin', man." "This isn't happening'!" "We've got seven canisters of CN-20." "I say we roll them in there and nerve gas the whole nest." "It's worth a try, but we don't know if it'll affect them." "Let's bug out and call it even." "Why even talk about it?" "I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit." "It's the only way to be sure." "Fuckin' "A"!" "Hold on one second." "This installation has a substantial dollar value." "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 an important species we're dealing with... and I don't think you or I or anybody has the right... to arbitrarily exterminate them." "Wrong." "Yeah." "Watch us." "Maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events... but we just got our asses kicked, pal!" "I'm not blind to what's going on... but I cannot authorize that kind of action." "I'm sorry." "Well, I believe Corporal Hicks has authority here." "Corporal Hicks is..." "This operation is under military jurisdiction." "Hicks is next in chain of command, 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." "Uh, no offense." "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." "God damn 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." "Why don't we try that?" "We'd better get back 'cause it'll be dark soon... and they mostly come at night." "Mostly." "That's everything, right?" "This is absolutely everything we could salvage... out of the APC wreckage." "We got four pulse-rifles with about fifty rounds each." "That ain't so good." "We got fifteen of these M-40 grenades." "Don't touch that." "Dangerous, honey." "Is that 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." "They'll come in handy." "How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue?" "Seventeen days." "Seventeen days?" "Hey, man, I don't wanna rain on your parade... but we're not gonna last seventeen hours." "Those things are gonna come here like they did before, and" "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." "Deal with it, because we need you... and I'm sick of your bullshit." "Now get on a terminal and call up a floor plan file." "Construction blueprints." "I don't care." "Anything that shows the layout." "Are you listening?" "Yeah." "I need to see air ducts, 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." "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." "Come down on that." "OK, come over." "Hold it." "Go back." "Punch that in there." "No." "It's back here." "OK." "There's a pressure door at this end." "Couldn't we put a remote sentry unit in the tunnel... then seal that door?" "That'll work... but we gotta figure on them getting into the complex." "That's right, so... we repair the barricades at these two intersections..." "Right." "...and weld plate steel over these ducts here and here... and here." "Then 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." "Let's move like we've got a purpose." "Affirmative." "Affirmative." "Do your thing, baby." "Come on, Vasquez, let's get out of here." ""A" and "B" sentries are in place and keyed." "Roger." "Stand by." "Arming now." "Test it, Hudson." "Do it." "Fire in the hole!" "Great." "Let's get the hell out of here." "We're sealing the tunnel." "Come on, baby." "For what it's worth." "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 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 gonna be right in the next room." "And you see that camera?" "I can see you through that camera... 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 oxidizes... after the creature's death, completely neutralizing it." "Bishop, that's interesting, but it gets us nowhere." "I'm trying to figure out what we're dealing with." "Let's go through it again." "They grab the colonists, they move them over there... and they immobilize them to be hosts for more of these." "Which means there would have to be a lot of these parasites." "One for each colonist." "That's over a hundred, at least." "Yes." "That follows." "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 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." "Mr. Burke gave instructions... they were to be kept alive for return to the Company labs." "He was very specific about it." "Those two specimens are worth millions... to the bio-weapons division." "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?" "Do you think you can get a dangerous organism... 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 one hundred fifty-seven 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 didn't even warn them." "Why didn't you warn them, Burke?" "What if that ship didn't even exist?" "Did you think about that?" "I didn't know." "So if I made a major security situation out of it... everybody steps in... and there's no exclusive rights for anybody." "Nobody wins." "I made a decision, and it was wrong." "It was a bad call, Ripley." "Bad call?" "These people are dead, Burke!" "Haven't you any idea what you've done?" "I'm gonna make sure they nail you right to the wall." "You're not gonna sleaze your way out of this one." "Right to the wall." "Ripley." "You know, I expected more from you." "I thought you'd be smarter than this." "I'm happy to disappoint you." "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 percent." "Man, it's a shooting gallery down there." "Sixty rounds left on "B."" "Forty...twenty...ten." ""B" gun's dry." "Twenty 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, but what are we looking for?" "That's it." "Emergency venting." "That's beautiful, man." "That beats it all." "How long till it blows?" "Four hours... with a blast radius of thirty kilometers... equal to about forty megatons." "We got problems." "I don't fucking believe this!" "Vasquez, close the shutters." "Why can't we shut it down from here?" "The crash caused too much damage." "An overload was inevitable at this point." "Oh, man, I was getting short." "Four more weeks and out." "Now I'm going to buy it on this rock." "Give us a break!" "Four more weeks." "Oh, man." "We need the other drop-ship from the Sulaco." "Can't we bring it down on remote?" "The transmitter was on the APC." "It's wasted." "I don't care how." "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 at the other end?" "The hard-wiring between here and there was damaged." "We can't align the dish." "Somebody's gonna have to go out there... take a portable terminal and patch in manually." "Yeah, sure." "With those things running around?" "You can count me out." "We can count you out of everything." "I'll go." "You go, man." "What?" "I'll go." "I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship." "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- one hundred eighty meters." "Say forty minutes crawling there... an hour to patch in and align the antenna... thirty minutes to prep the ship... and about fifty minutes flight time." "It's gonna be close." "Good luck." "See you soon." "Watch your fingers." "Oh." "Vaya con Dios, man." "This is unbelievable." "Twenty meters and closing." "Fifteen." "How many?" "Can't tell." "Lots." ""D" gun's down 50 percent." ""C" gun's right behind it." "It ain't stopping 'em." "Jesus, it ain't stopping 'em." "A hundred and fifty rounds on "D."" "Come on, baby." "Come on." "One hundred rounds." "Come on, come on." ""D" gun's down to twenty." "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 demoralized." "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?" "Twenty-four 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, ten millimeter... with an over-and-under 30 millimeter grenade launcher." "Feel the weight." "OK, what do I do?" "Pull it in tight here." "Right." "Lean into it." "All right, it will kick some." "When the counter reads zero here, you..." "I press this up?" "That's right." "Get another one in quick." "Slap it in hard." "Now you're ready to rock 'n' roll." "What's this?" "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." "No!" "Aah!" "Move, Newt!" "Hey!" "Help!" "Help!" "Hicks!" "Say again, Bishop?" "You've got it into auto-refuel mode... and it's sequencing right?" "That's right." "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." "Oh, please." "Aah!" "Uh!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Shoot it out!" "Hudson!" "Jesus!" "Oh!" "Christ, kid, look out!" "Fucking die!" "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, now." "We'd all know." "Yes." "He could only do it by sabotaging certain freezers... on the way home, namely yours." "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." "Listen to what you're saying." "It's paranoid delusion." "It's really sad." "It's pathetic." "Burke, I don't know which species is worse." "They don't fuck each other over for a goddamn percentage." "All right, we waste him." "No offense." "No, he's got to go back" "They cut the power." "What do you mean "they" cut the power?" "They're animals." "I want you two with trackers checking the corridors!" "Move!" "Gorman, watch Burke." "I got him." "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, it ain't you." "They're inside the perimeter." "They're in here." "Hudson, stay cool." "Vasquez?" "Hudson may be right." "Get back." "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, twenty meters." "They found a way in, something we missed." "We didn't miss anything." "Eighteen." "Seventeen meters." "Something under the floor, not in the plans." "Fifteen meters." "Ripley!" "Definitely inside the barricades." "Let's go." "That's right outside the door." "Get back!" "This is a big fucking signal." "How you doing, Vasquez?" "Almost there." "That's it." "Twelve meters." "Eleven." "Ten." "They're right on us." "Nine meters." "Remember- short, controlled bursts." "Eight meters." "Seven." "Six." "That's inside the room." "It's reading right!" "You're not reading it right." "Five meters, man." "Four." "What the hell?" "Oh, my God." "Give me the light." "Aah!" "There they go!" "Get them !" "Come on!" "Get them !" "Do something, Gorman!" "Look out!" "Look out!" "Look out!" "There's more of them !" "Medical!" "Get to medical!" "Do it!" "Now!" "Hudson, look out!" "Aah!" "Now!" "Burke!" "Open this door!" "Burke!" "Open it!" "Aah!" "Come on!" "Let's go!" "Fall back!" "Go!" "Die, you bastards!" "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!" "You want some of this?" "Fuck you!" "Aah!" "Fuck you!" "Hicks!" "Hudson!" "Come on, Hicks, go!" "It's locked!" "Got it!" "Let's go!" "Go!" "Go!" "Move, Gorman!" "Seal it!" "Burke!" "God damn you!" "Open this door!" "Aah!" "Get back." "Hurry up." "Gorman, get out of the way!" "Ripley, this way." "Wait." "Get behind me." "Whatever you do, do it fast." "Hicks!" "Come on, let's go." "Move!" "Which way to the landing field?" "This way." "Go right." "This way." "Which way?" "Straight ahead and left." "Bishop, do you read me?" "Come in." "Over." "The ship is on its way." "ETA, sixteen minutes." "Stand by there." "We're on our way." "Which way now?" "That way." "No, wait." "This way." "You sure?" "Vasquez, move!" "Right up here." "Hicks!" "We're almost there." "Newt, wait!" "Newt!" "Yaaa!" "Aah!" "Vasquez!" "Go!" "Ohh!" "Oh, no!" "Newt." "Up there, there's a shortcut across the roof." "Hicks." "You always were an asshole, Gorman." "Aah!" "Newt!" "Ripley!" "Newt!" "Hicks, get her!" "Hurry!" "Oh!" "Hold on, Newt!" "I'm slipping!" "Don't let go!" "Ripley!" "Hold on." "Help!" "Got you." "I got you." "Aah!" "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." "Aah!" "Almost there." "No!" "Newt!" "No!" "No!" "Let's go." "No!" "They don't kill you!" "They don't kill you!" "She's alive!" "She's alive!" "All right, I believe you." "She's alive." "We've got to go." "Now!" "Hicks." "Get it off!" "Aah!" "Get it off!" "Aah!" "Here." "Go." "Come on, you can make it!" "Bishop, how much time?" "Plenty." "Twenty-six minutes." "We're not leaving." "We're not?" "Ripley" "I don't want to hear about it." "She's alive." "In 19 minutes, this area is gonna be a cloud of vapour... the size of Nebraska." "Don't let him leave." "We 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 fifteen minutes to reach minimum safe distance." "Attention." "Emergency." "All personnel must evacuate immediately." "You now have fourteen minutes to reach minimum safe distance." "Aah!" "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, God damn it!" "Hold on to me!" "Attention." "Emergency." "All personnel must evacuate immediately." "You now have two minutes to reach minimum safe distance." "No." "Bishop, God damn 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 becoming too unstable." "I had to circle and hope 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!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Get away from her, you bitch!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Ripley!" "Aah!" "Oh!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "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."