(EERIE MUSIC) (EERIE MUSIC CONTINUES) (EERIE MUSIC INTENSIFIES) (HUMMING) (PAPERS FLUTTER) (MACHINE BEEPS) (MACHINE CHATTERS AND BEEPS) (HISSING) (Crew converses) PARKER: Have you got any biscuits on you? RIPLEY: I can give you some cornbread. I am cold. Still with us, Brett? Right. Lucky us. I feel dead. You look dead. (Whispers) PARKER: Oh, yeah! Right. I forgot something, man. Before we dock, I think we oughta discuss the bonus situation. Right. Brett and I, we think we deserve full shares. We feel that the bonus situation has never been equitable. Well, you get what you're contracted for. Yes, but everybody else gets more. (BUZZING) Dallas, Mother wants you. Yeah, yellow lights - 'for my eyes only'. OK, get dressed, huh? Parker? Can I finish my coffee? It's all that's good on this ship. (DOOR CLOSES) (MACHINE BEEPS) (CLICKING AND WHIRRING) (HUMMING) Morning, Mother. (BEEPING AND CHATTERING) Right? OK. Plug us in. Thank you. Where's Earth? You should know. It's not our system. Scanner. (Whispers) I can't believe this. Contact Traffic Control. RIPLEY: This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo, registration number 1809-24609, calling Antarctica Traffic Control. Do you read me? Over. Commercial towing vehicle Nostromo, registration number 1809-24609. Nothing. Keep trying. Calling Antarctica Traffic Control. Do you read me, Antarctica? Over. I've found it. We haven't even reached the outer rim yet. That's hard to believe. What the hell are we doing out here? I don't know. What are you talking about? That's not our system. I know that. Notice how they never come down here? This is where the work is. That's why we get a half share to their one. Our time is their time, that's how they see it. Same old shit. I think they don't come down here because you have no personality. (Parker mutters) You happen to be in my seat. Yes, of course. Thanks. I'm sorry. (Brushes seat) What's happening now, baby? Well, some of you may have figured out we're not home yet. We're only halfway there. What? Mother's interrupted the course of our journey. Why? She's programmed for that should certain conditions arise. RIPLEY: Like what? Seems she has... intercepted a transmission of unknown origin. We'll check it out. A transmission? Out here? Yeah. What kind of transmission? Acoustical beacon that repeats at 12-second intervals. SOS? I don't know. Human? Unknown. PARKER: So what? We're obligated under Section... I hate to bring this up, but this is a commercial ship, not a rescue ship. I'm not contracted for this kind of duty. Give me some money, I'll be happy to oblige. Let's talk about the bonus situation... I'm sorry. Can I say something? There is a clause in the contract which specifically states, "Any systematised transmission "indicating possible intelligent origin must be investigated." I want to go home and party. Parker, listen to the man! "With penalty of total forfeiture of shares." No money. You got that? (Laughs) Yeah. We're going in. Yeah. We're going in. LAMBERT: Mark. 12...11... Equatorial orbit nailed. COMPUTER: Nine, eight seconds on descension. PARKER: Lock ship into secondary generator. ASH: Starboard looking good. DORs in line. Lifter status? Give me an EC Pressure reading. ASH: 48 seconds and counting. Prepare to disengage from platform. 20 seconds. 18, 17... ..13, 12, 11, 10... ..9, 8, 7, 6... ..5, 4, 3, 2, 1. Lock. Disengage. (BOOM) Umbilicus clear. Money's safe. Let's take her down. (ENGINES BOOM) VOICE: 8, 7, 6... KANE: Roll 92 degrees port yaw. COMPUTER: Prime the port. Prime ventral. Keep it coming. 30 degrees. (Crew give instructions) RIPLEY: Turbulence. Locked and floating. Drop us any time. Initial damping's going off. There'll be a little bump. (BOOM) (STRANGE LOUD NOISE) What the hell was that?! Pressure dropping. Must've lost a shield. Let's go with it. Dropping alto now. Still dropping. There we are. We've got it. Take her down. (ENGINES THRUST) Navigation lights on. Three still out. No problem. Just down 11%. Grid status OK. LAMBERT: 9, 8, 7, 6... ..5, 4, 3, 2... ..1. Kill drive engines. (LOUD CRASH) (ALARM SOUNDS) (EXPLOSION) What the hell happened?! Somebody give me a straight answer! Is the hull breached? I don't see anything. We've still got pressure. This is great! (WIND HOWLS) PARKER ON RADIO: On the secondary load charing unit, four cells are gone. Is that it? Hold on, we can't fix it out here anyway and we need to re-route some ducts, right, Brett? Dry dock time. We need dry dock. We can't fix it here, and to re-route these ducts we need to dry-dock. (Sighs) What else? Some fragments kinked up and we've got to clean it all up and re-pressurise. RIPLEY: How long before we're functional? What is... Say 17 hours, fella. At least 25 hours. Get started. I'll be right down. What's she coming down for? She'd better stay away from me. What's she gonna do down here? (WIND HOWLS) DALLAS: Any response yet? ASH: Absolutely nothing, except the same transmission every 12 seconds. All the other channels are dead. Kick on the floods. (WIND HOWLS) We can't go anywhere in this. Mmm. Well, Mother says the sun rises in 20 minutes. Are we far from the transmission? North-east, just under 2,000m. Walking distance? (Laughs) Well... Can you give me an atmospheric? Yes. Ohh... It's almost primordial. Inert nitrogen, concentrated carbon dioxide, methane - I'm working on the trace elements. Anything else? Yes, there's...rock - lava base. Deep cold - well below the line. Mm-hm. KANE: I'll volunteer to go out first. Yeah, that figures. You too, Lambert. (Snorts) Swell. Better break out the weapons. * (WIND HOWLS) (WIND HOWLS) LAMBERT: I can't see a goddamn thing! DALLAS: Ash, are you receiving? ASH: Good contact on my board. Keep the line open. Let's go. (LOUD HISSING) Hey, Ripley! Ripley, I wanna ask you a question! If they find something, do we get full shares? Don't worry, Parker, you'll get whatever's coming to you! I'm not working till this is straightened out! Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share! What?! Why don't you fuck off?! What?! What did you say, Rip?! If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge! (Taunting) Hey, Ripley! Come back here! (HISSING STOPS) (Chuckles) Sonofabitch. What's the matter? (WIND HOWLS) LAMBERT: Can't see a goddamn thing. KANE: Quit griping. I like griping. DALLAS: Knock it off. How's it going? Alright. Have you tried putting that transmission through ECIU? No. Mother hasn't identified it yet. Mind if I give it a shot? Please do. Ash, can you see this? Yes, I can. I've never seen anything like it. Very bizarre. See this? Huh? Alright. Moving onto second...position. LAMBERT: What is it? Let's get out of here. KANE: We've gone this far. We must go on. We have to go on. (BUZZING) Will you say that again? Shit. Ash, what you can see I don't know how to describe. I'm going back to the console. (SOUND FROM TV BREAKS UP) (SOUND BREAKS UP) (SOUND BREAKS UP) Dallas? (BUZZING) (DEEP BREATHING) (All breathe deeply) KANE: Come here! There's something different here. I don't know what it is, but if we get up that wall we can find out. Amazing. DALLAS: Alien life form. Looks like it's been dead a long time. Fossilised. Looks like it's growing out of the chair. Ah. The bones are bent outward, like he exploded from inside. I wonder what happened to the rest of the crew. Let's get the hell out of here. Hey, Dallas, Lambert! Come on over here. Come on! What have you got? See what you make of this. (MACHINE BEEPS) Ash. Mother's deciphered part of that transmission. Doesn't look like an SOS. What then? It LOOKS like a warning. I'll go after them. What's the point? By the time you get there, they'll know if it's a warning. (MACHINE BEEPS) DALLAS: Are you OK down there? Can you see anything? KANE: A cave. A cave of some sort, but... I don't know, but it's like the goddamn tropics in here. (Whispers) What the hell is this? The thing's completely enclosed. And it's full of leathery objects... like eggs, or something. (WHINING SOUND) There's a layer of mist covering the eggs that reacts when broken... (BUZZING) DALLAS: Kane? Are you alright? Yeah, I'm OK. Alright. I'm OK, I just slipped. Appears to be completely sealed. (SHARP HISSING) Wait a minute, there's movement. It seems to have life. Organic life. (RATTLING SOUND) (SLOW THUDDING) (HEARTBEAT-LIKE SOUND) (HIGH-PITCHED SHRIEK) (ENGINE RUMBLES) PHONE: My dad always taught me that you gotta ride like everyone's out to get you. (LOUD WHOOSHING) (ENGINE RUMBLES SOFTLY) (ENGINE RUMBLES LOUDLY) I'll be learning to ride a bike for as long as I live. (ENGINE RUMBLES IN BURSTS) Ride for your whole life, not a short amount of time. * (WIND WHISTLES SOFTLY) (WIND GROWS LOUDER) (WIND HOWLS) (MACHINE BEEPS) DALLAS: You there, Ripley? I'm right here. I'm within the lock hatch now. Right. Hey, Ripley - we're clean. Let us in. What happened to Kane? Something attached itself to him. We've gotta get him to the infirmary right away. What kind of thing? An organism. Open up! Wait a minute. It could infect the ship. You know the quarantine procedures. 24 hours for decontamination. He could die. Break quarantine and we'll all die. Open the goddamn hatch! We have to get him inside. No. Neither would you in my position. Ripley, open up, do you hear me? Yes. This is an order! Yes, I read you. The answer is negative. I've opened the hatch. (HIGH-PITCHED BUZZING) My God! (BREATHING SOUND) What the hell is that? How is he? How can we get that off? How can... Just a minute. (Softly) Oh, my God! I'll make an incision to try and remove one of the digitals from... You're going to do what? I'll try and remove a finger. Just squeezing on there. That's tearing his scalp. I know. It'll tear his face off with it. We'll have to look at him inside. What is that? How come they don't freeze him? (Shouts) Why don't you freeze him? You can take your mask off. What's down his throat? It's feeding him oxygen. Paralyses him, puts him in a coma... then keeps him alive? Now, what the hell is that? Let's get it off him. Just a minute. Let's not be too hasty. We don't know anything about...it. Assuming it's feeding him oxygen, if we remove it... ..it could kill him. I'm willing to take that chance. Let's cut it off him now. You'll take the responsibility? Yes, yes. Where will you do this? I'll make an incision just...below the knuckle there. Right here? Stand by. Good God! That crap's gonna eat through the hull. It's eating through the goddamn hull! Come on! BRETT: What's going on? This way! Next deck. (HISSING) PARKER: There it is! Don't get under it! Looks like it's stopping. Take a look at this. Give me your pen, quick! Come on! BRETT: Don't get any on your arm. It's stopped. I haven't seen anything like that except...molecular acid. Must be using it for blood. Wonderful defence mechanism. You don't dare kill it. What about Kane? Here's your pen, Brett. What do we do now? Leave Kane to Ash. You keep working. Oh, what... BRETT: OK. Try it. (MACHINERY CREAKS AND GRINDS) I felt sure that was it. Feels like I've been here a month. We shouldn't have landed here in the first place. Shouldn't have landed on this damn ball, I know that. The sooner we patch this up, the sooner we'll go home. This place gives me the creeps. This place gives me the creeps. * (SINISTER BACKGROUND MUSIC) RIPLEY: That's amazing. What is it? This? Um... I don't know yet. Did you want something? Yes. I, er... ..had a little talk. How's Kane? He's holding. No changes. And, er...our guest? Oh... Hmm? Well, as I said, I'm still collating, but he's got an outer layer of protein polysaccharides. He has a funny habit of shedding his cells and replacing them with polarised silicone, which gives him a prolonged resistance to adverse environmental conditions. That enough for you? Funny. What does it mean? Please don't do that. I'm sorry. It's an interesting combination of elements, making him a... tough little sonofabitch. And YOU let him in. I obeyed a direct order. Ash, when Dallas and Kane are off the ship, I'M senior officer. Oh, yes. I forgot. You also forgot the science division's basic quarantine law. I didn't. So you just broke it? What would you have done with Kane? He couldn't have survived out there. Unfortunately, by breaking quarantine, you risk everybody's life. Maybe I should have left him outside but I was willing to take the risk. It's a big risk for a science officer. It's not exactly out of the manual. I DO take my responsibilities as seriously as you. You do your job... and let me do mine, yes? (MOZART'S 'EINE KLEINE NACHTMUSIK') PLAYS RIPLEY: Where's Dallas? ASH: In the shuttle. (INTERCOM BUZZES) Dallas. You should look at Kane. Why? Something's happened. Serious? Interesting. (Turns music off) Ripley, meet me in the infirmary right away.. RIPLEY: Where is it? I don't know. We'd better find it. Let's check. (Breathes deeply) Dallas, please be careful. - (CRASH) - Oh! Sorry. Not in the corner. Have one of these. Just in case. Kane... (Screams) Are you OK? Where was it? In the overhead? What? Up there somewhere. My God! Cover it up. Wait a minute. It's alright. That's a reflex action. Let's look at this. Excuse me. Seems dead enough. RIPLEY: Good! Let's get rid of it. Ripley, for God's sake, this the first time that we've encountered a species like this. Tests have to be made... It bled acid! Who knows what it'll do when it's dead?! We can assume it isn't a zombie. It must go back. I'd soon as not burn it at the stake. But it's your decision, Ash. Dallas! I'm not changing my mind. I just want you to listen. Will you listen...? Ah. How can you leave that decision to him? Look, I just run the ship. Anything to do with the science division, Ash has the final word. How does that happen? That's what the company wants. Since when is that standard procedure? Standard procedure is obeying orders. Did you ever ship out with Ash before? I went out five times with another science officer. They replaced him two days before with Ash. I don't trust him. I don't trust anybody. How are the repairs? Almost finished. Why the hell didn't you tell me so? They're still working on things. Like what? We're blind on 'B' and 'C' decks. The reserve power system... That's a bunch of horseshit. We can take off without that. You think that's a good idea? I just wanna get the hell out of here, alright? (BOOSTERS ROAR) Number two's overheating. Spit on it for two minutes, would ya, for Chrissake? LAMBERT: We're hot and getting hotter. Engine room, red clear status. One kilometre on ascension. Engage artificial gravity. Engaged. I'm altering the vector...now. BRETT: Inhibit CMG. Inhibit CMG. Struts retract. Struts retracted. Lock struts to fifth overload. DALLAS: Ease it back. She's running beautifully. Altitude stabilised. Walk in the park! When we fix something, it stays fixed. Right, Brett? BRETT: Right. PARKER: We should just freeze him. Stop the disease where it is until we get back home. Right. Whenever he says ANYTHING you say 'right'. Right. Parker, what do you think? He's a regular parrot. I don't want no goddamn parrot. Right. Knock it off! Kane will need quarantining. So will we. Want something to lower your spirits? Thrill me, please. According to my calculations based on time spent getting to and from the planet... Give me the short version. How far to Earth? 10 months. Oh, God! Right. (INTERCOM BUZZES) Yes? Dallas, come and see Kane. His condition's changed? Just come. On our way. Right. (Dallas laughs) How are you doing? Oh...water. How are you doing? Thank you. Terrific (!) Next silly question. (Laughs) Oh, thank you. Do you remember anything about the planet? What's the last thing you remember? Huh? I remember some horrible dream about smothering and... Anyway, where are we? Right here. We're on our way home. Back to the old freezerinos. I've got to have something to eat before that. I'm with you. One more meal before bedtime. I'm buying. That's a break. One more meal before bedtime. I'm buying. That's a break. * (GENERAL CHATTER) What happened to this guy's appetite out there? Boy, oh boy! BRETT: Hey, get him. It may be rubbish, but... Coconuts and pineapples... When I get back, I'm going to get some decent food. I've eaten worse food than this. But I've tasted better. You pound down the stuff. Uh-huh. I'd rather be eating something else, but right now I'm thinking of food. (Mouths words) BRETT: You should know - you know what it's made of. I don't want to talk about that. (Splutters) The food ain't that bad. DALLAS: What's wrong, Kane? Are you choking? What's wrong? What's wrong? (Chokes) What's wrong? What? (Groans) Kane, what's the matter? (Screams) ASH: Hold him! (Keeps screaming) Get the spoon in! Dammit! ASH: Keep his mouth open! (Screams in agony) (DEEP GROWLING SOUND) (Screams) (Screams) (RUMBLING, RIPPING SOUNDS) (Groans) Hold his arm! (HIGH-PITCHED CRY) LAMBERT: Oh, God! (Cries) Don't touch it! (Mewls like baby) (CRASH) BRETT: Dallas! Dallas? DALLAS: Yeah? Anything? No. You? Nothing. See anything? No. (HEAVY, OMINOUS MUSIC) (Dallas flicks switch) (CLANKING SOUND) Inner hatch sealed. Anybody want to say anything? This is like an ordinary cattle prod. It's got a portable battery and is insulated to here. Make damn sure you don't put your hand on the end of it. It shouldn't damage the bastard, unless its skin's thinner than ours. But it will give him a little incentive. We just have to find him. I'm handling that - I've designed this tracking device. It searches for a moving object. When you get close, it gives off a signal. What's it key off? Micro-changes in air density. Give me a demo. (BUZZ) See? (BUZZ) Gotcha. Two teams - Ash, Lambert and I. Ripley, you take Parker and Brett. Anyone see this thing, catch it in Parker's net. Parker, I don't want any heroics. Put it in the airlock. Channels are open on all decks - I want you to communicate and keep in touch at all times. Let's go. I thought you fixed 12 module. BRETT: We did. I don't understand it. The circuits must have burned out. What have we got here? Dammit. Hold the light here. This might not work. Try it. Oh, I'll just put this here. Right. Dammit. Check the insulation. Oh shit. (STATIC) (SENSOR STARTS BUZZING) Steady... It's within five metres. (Mutters inaudibly) Micro-changes in air density, my ass. It's within five metres. Be careful. Don't creep up on me with that! Stick together. (BUZZING STOPS) (BUZZING INCREASES) Don't fail on me now. What? Parker, it's in this locker. Where? Here - take this. Get the net. I got it. Wait. Wait a minute. Alright, Parker, when I say. Alright, now. Easy... (Hisses) Wait! Don't let him go! What the hell you doing?! It's the cat. (Laughs) God. We have to bag it. It'll show on the tracker again. I'll... Go and get it, man. You get him. We'll go on. Here, kitty! Here, kitty, kitty. Enough of that kitty crap. Jones! Jonesy! Here, Jonesy! Meow! Meow. (CAT MEOWS) Jonesy. Here, kitty, kitty. Meow. Here, Jonesy. Jonesy. (SOUNDS OF MOVEMENT) Here, kitty, kitty. (Cat screeches) Shit. (BRETT'S FOOTSTEPS ECHO) (CHAINS TINKLE, WATER DRIPS) Kitty, kitty, kitty. Here, Jonesy. Jonesy! Kitty, kitty! Jonesy. Hey, come on, Jonesy. Come on, that's it. Come on, baby. That's a good girl. (Hisses) Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. (Growls) (Screams) * Whatever it was, it was big. It took him into the airshaft? Through a cooling duct. It's moving around in the air ducts. Could he want Brett alive? What? Could Brett be alive? No. I mean...I don't think so. This airshaft may work to our advantage. It leads to the main airlock. Only one big opening along the way - we'll cover it up. Then we drive it into the airlock and zap it into outer space. The sonofabitch is huge! It's like a man. It's big! Kane's son. Come on, Ash, you're a scientist. How can we drive it? It's adapted remarkably well to our atmosphere, considering its nutritional requirements. But temperature's a possibility. What happens if we change temperature? Most animals retreat from fire, yes? Fire, yeah. Parker, can you rig three or four incinerators? Give me about 20 minutes. Who goes into the vent? I do. No, you and Ash take the main airlock. Parker, Lambert, you cover up that maintenance opening. Right. DALLAS: I'm at the first junction. Dallas, I'm right here. Parker? Yeah? Lambert? I'm just trying to get a reading. The airlock's open. DALLAS: OK, Ripley. Ready? (BEEPING) I've got a reading on you now. (Breathes heavily) Open the third junction hatch. DALLAS: OK, I'm through. Ripley? Yes? Close all the hatches behind me. I'm moving on. LAMBERT: Dallas, I think I got it. Yes, I've got it. Where? Somewhere around the third junction. OK, moving on. It is right around there. Dallas, be careful. Alright. I've reached...the third junction and I'm going down. (BEEPING GETS FASTER) What the hell's wrong with that box? Dallas, hold your position for a minute. I've lost the signal! What? You sure? It's got to be around there! Lambert, we may be getting interference. Are you sure there's no sign of it? It IS there! It's gotta be around there! Dallas? (Whispers) Come on. Alright. I want to get the hell out of here. (FAST BEEPING) God! It's moving towards you! Ah... Move! Get out! It's moving towards you! Move! Move! Move, Dallas! Get out! No, not that way! The other way! God! (Screeches) (CONTINUOUS DISTORTION) Dallas? No! Take it easy. Dallas? We found this laying there. No blood... no Dallas. Nothing. How come nobody's saying nothing? I'm thinking. Unless somebody has a better idea, we'll proceed with Dallas' plan. What?! And end up like the others?! No, you're out of your mind. Got a better idea? Yes! I say we abandon the ship! We get the shuttle and get the hell out of here. We take our chances and hope somebody picks us up. Lambert, the shuttle won't take four. Then let's draw straws. No, I'm killing that goddam thing now! OK, let's talk about killing it. It's using the airshafts... Just... Will you listen to me?! Start talking. Shut up! Let's hear it. Let's hear it. It's using the airshafts. We don't know that. That's the only way! We'll move in pairs, we'll go step by step and cut off every bulkhead and every vent until it's cornered, and then blow it the fuck out into space. Is that acceptable to you? If it means killing it. Obviously it means killing it. But we have to stick together. How are our weapons? They're fine. This one needs refuelling. Will you get it, please? (Sighs) Ash, go with him. No, I'll manage. Don't follow me. Ash! Any suggestions from you or Mother? No, we're still collating. You're what? You're still collating? I find that hard to believe. What would you like me to do? What you've been doing - nothing. I've got access to Mother now. I'll get my own answers, thank you. Alright. * (COMPUTER CLICKS AND BEEPS) (Types) There is an explanation for this. Oh, really? I want to hear your goddamn explanation! (Weeps) I want... Parker. Lambert? Ash... open the door. Ash! Open the door. Let me by, Ash. (Laughs) (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Arggh! Arggh! (Chokes) What the hell are you doing?! (Screams) Get her up! Get her up! (Makes whining noises) Jesus! It's a robot! Ash is a goddamn robot! God! (Screams) Holy shit! Help me get this fucking thing off! Get him off! (Sobs) (EXPLOSION) (Screams) God! Oh, God! God! Jesus! Oh, God! PARKER: How come the company sent us a goddamn robot? RIPLEY: They must've wanted the alien for the weapons division. He's been protecting it right along. Parker, plug it in. Um, I don't know why... He may know how to kill it. Ash, can you hear me? Ash! (Gurgles) Yes, I can hear you. What's your special order? You read it. It was clear. What was it? Bring back life form, priority one. All other priorities rescinded. There's that damn company. What about our lives, you sonofabitch?! I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded. How do we kill it? There's got to be a way of killing it. How do we do it? You can't. That's bullshit! You still don't understand what you're dealing with. Perfect organism. Its structural perfection is matched only by its hostility. You admire it. I admire its purity. A survivor. Unencumbered by conscience, remorse or delusions of morality. I've heard enough of this. I'm asking you to pull the plug. Not so early. What? I can't lie to you about your chances, but... you have my sympathies. We're gonna blow up the ship! We'll take our chances in the shuttle. Blow up the ship. Good. Come on! * When we throw the switches, how long before the ship blows? Ten minutes. No bullshit? If we're not out in 10, we won't need no rocket to fly through space. We're gonna need coolant for the air support system. You two get all the coolant you can carry. I'll get the shuttle ready. I'll give you about... about seven minutes. Come back up here, I'll shut the switches off and we'll blow this fucker off into space. OK. Alright. Ready? Take care. Seven minutes. (Presses buttons) (Hits buttons) PARKER: Take it easy. (CAT MEOWS) Jones. (ESCAPING COOLANT HISSES) Arggh! Jones? OK, check the bottles. Jones? (CRASH!) How you doing? Fine. Jones? Psst, psst, psst. Kitty, kitty, kitty... Come here, Jones. Jones? Come here, boy. Come here. Nice kitty. Jones? (CHAIRS CREAK) Jones? Come here. Come here, sweetheart. Jones? Jones? Jones? Jones. (Cat screeches) (Screams) Jones! Goddammit! Now I've got you. (Growls) Nice kitty. Oh, my God! PARKER: Get out of the way. LAMBERT: I can't! Get out of the way! It's going to kill us! (Sobs) I can't! For Chrissake, move! Lambert... (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Get out of the way, Lambert! (Lambert sobs) Lambert? Lambert? Parker? No! Run! (Screams) (Lambert moans) (Alien roars) (Lambert screams shrilly) (SILENCE) Parker? (Moans) (Groans) VOICE RECORDING: Danger. The Emergency Destruct System is now activated. The ship will detonate in T minus 10 minutes. The option to override automatic detonation expires in T minus five minutes. (ALARM SOUNDS) * (ALARM CONTINUES BLARING) VOICE RECORDING: The option to override automatic detonation expires in T minus three minutes. (TENSE, DRAMATIC MUSIC) The option to override automatic detonation expires in T minus 1 minute. (ALARM BLASTS) 29, 28, 27, 26... 25, 24, 23... 22, 21, 20 seconds. 19, 18, 17, 16, 15... 14, 13, 12, 11, 10 seconds. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5... 4, 3, 2, 1... (Screams) Come on! The option to override detonation procedure has now expired. Mother! I've turned the cooling unit back on! Mother! The ship will automatically destruct in T minus five minutes. You bitch! Goddammit! (ALARM BLARES REPEATEDLY) Jonesy. (ALARM CONTINUES) (Gasps) (Breathes heavily) You now have one minute to abandon ship. The ship will automatically destruct in T minus one minute. (Flicks switches) (BEEPING) T minus 30 seconds, 29, 28, 27, 26... 25, 24, 23... 22, 21, 20 seconds. 19, 18, 17, 16, 15... 14, 13, 12... 11, 10 seconds. 9, 8, 7, 6, 5... 4, 3, 2, 1... (EXPLOSION) (SOFT, SLOW MUSIC) I got you. You sonofabitch. (Meows) Shh, shh... It's alright. (Meows) Shh, Jones. Now, it's alright. It's nice to see you too. Shh, shh, shh. (Flicks switches) (Flicks controls) Arggh! (DRAMATIC MUSIC) Come on, come on. You... are... my lucky star. You... are my... lucky star. You... are my lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky... OK. Come on. You...are...my...lucky...star. You... (FIRES) (ALIEN SCREAMS) (CHOKES AND SCREAMS) You... are... (MOANS) (HEAVY BREATHING) (Screams) (ALIEN SCREAMS) (EXPLOSION) (TRIUMPHANT MUSIC) Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo - Third Officer reporting. The other members of the crew - Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash and Captain Dallas - are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo... signing off. Come on, cat. Supertext Subtitles Copyright 1993 Australian Caption Centre Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2020