Alien: Resurrection (1997)

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My mommy always said
there were no monsters.

No real ones.

But there are.

We've seen no additional defects.

She's perfect.

Careful.

Two centimetres.

Okay. Okay.

Yeah. Ready with that amnio.

Oh. And...

there it is.

No.

But be careful.

Jesus.

Clamp.

What about her? Can
we keep her alive?

How's the host?

Doing well.

Sew her back up.

Excellent work, everybody.

- How is our Number Eight today?
- Appears to be in good health.

- How good?
- Excellent.

As in completely off
our projected charts.

Look at the scar tissue.

See the recession?

- This is from three days ago?
- Exactly.

Well, this is good.

This is very good.

You're gonna make
us all very proud.

No.

Don't. I'm all right.

Now try this.

- Hand.
- Close.

Glove.

Number Eight?

- Fruit.
- Good, cherries.

- It's unprecedented.
- Totally.

She's operating at a
completely adult capacity.

- What about her memories?
- There are gaps.

Some degree of
synaptic dissonance.

You know this.

- She's freaked.
- Come on.

It has connective difficulties,

caused by a biochemical
imbalance...

causing emotional autism.
Certain reactions...

All right, wait a second.
It has memories.

Why does it have memories?

Well, I'm guessing, but
inherited memories...

passed down generationally
at a genetic

level by the aliens,
like its strength.

Plus a highly evolved
form of instinct.

An unexpected benefit from
the genetic crossing.

Oh, I see. Well, of course.
Stupid me. Of course.

An unexpected benefit
of the genetic

process. Oh. I didn't
even think of that.

Let's try this one.

Ripley?

Ripley?

Ripley, what is it?

Ripley? Ripley?

You're not thinking termination?

Oh, boy, am I
thinking termination.

General, we do not perceive
this to be a problem.

Ellen Ripley died trying
to wipe this species out.

For all intents and
purposes, she succeeded.

I'm not anxious to see her
taking up her old hobbies.

- That won't happen.
- We won't tell her.

Oh, I see. And that's
supposed to comfort me.

Identification, please.

Please try again.

Thank you, General Perez.

The bottom line is,
she looks at me

funny one time, I'm
putting her down.

Okay, as far as I'm
concerned, Number Eight...

is a meat by-product.

Her Majesty here is
the real pay-off.

- When does she start producing?
- Days.

Less, maybe.

- We need the cargo.
- I told you, it's on its way.

Fork.

- f*ck.
- It's "fork."

How did you...?

How did we get you?

Yes.

Hard work. We used blood
samples from Fiori 16, on ice.

Where you died.

We've remade you. We cloned you.

Fiori 16.

Does that ring a bell?

Are you remembering something?

Does it grow?

Yeah. Very rapidly.

- It's a queen.
- How did you know that?

She'll breed.

You'll die.

Everyone in the company will die.

"In the company?"

Weyland-Yutani. Ripley
Eight's former employers.

A Terran Growth
conglomerate. They had

defence contracts
under the military.

Oh, they went under decades ago,
Gediman. Way before your time.

Bought out by Walmart.

Fortunes of w*r.

I think you will find
that things have

changed a great deal
since your time.

I doubt that.

We're not flying blind
here, you know.

This is United Systems Military,
not some greedy corporation.

Oh.

Well, it won't make
any difference.

You're still gonna die.

How do you feel about that?

I wish you could understand
what we're trying to do here.

The potential for
this species goes

way beyond urban pacification:

New alloys, new vaccines.

Nothing like this we've ever
seen on any world before.

You should be very proud.

Oh.

I am.

And the animal itself:

Wondrous.

The potential, unbelievable.
Once we've tamed him.

Roll over? Play dead?

Heel?

You can't teach it tricks.

Why not? We're teaching you.

Hey, son, I'll give you
my authorisation code.

It's E-A-T-M-E.

I'm sorry, sir, could
you repeat that?

Little prick.

You know, no matter how
many times you see it...

the sight of a woman all strapped
up in a chair like that just...

What?

Just bring us in on a 3-0 descent,
would you? And ride the parallel.

- Darling, it is done.
- Good girl.

You want anything there, trigger?

Yeah. How about a cup of coffee?

Anything else while your
mouth's warm, I mean?

A little milk.

Hey, don't cut thrust
till about 600 metres.

We'll give them a little scare.

Vriess. Call.

Batten down, we're gonna dock.

- Hey, Call?
- Yeah?

What has two thumbs, one eye...

a pink tongue...

and screws like a god?

What?

Two thumbs, one eye,
a pink tongue...

and screws like a god?

What?

Time to enjoy some of the
General's hospitality, Christie.

Great. Army food.

Yeah, it'll do till we get the
family wagon up to spec, I reckon.

Yeah.

That is, if the
natives are friendly.

- How's that?
- Good.

Are we expecting any trouble?

From Perez, I doubt
it. But you never

know, we've been there before.

What is wrong with you?

Just a little target practise.

Vriess isn't complaining.

g*dd*mn it.

Johner, you son of a bitch.

Come on, man, you
didn't feel a thing.

You are an inbred
m*therf*cker, you know that?

I'll take the knife back now.

Whoa.

Call, forget it.

He's been sucking down
too much home-brew.

The knife.

Son of a bitch.

Don't push me, little Call. You
hang with us for a while...

you'll find out I am not
the man with whom to f*ck.

It's about time we
started associating

with a better class of people.

I am Father.

Welcome to the USM Auriga.

Step forward for contraband
and weapons search.

Please report any infectious
diseases to the medical officers.

Levels 7 through 12 are
off-limits to civilians.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Go.

- Get your hands up, please, sir.
- What?

Could you get your
hands up, please?

There are no weapons
allowed on board, sir.

My own recipe.

Way more dangerous.

Nice welcome, Perez.
What the hell is this?

What, are you afraid
the six of us are

gonna hijack your
damn ship or what?

Just a minor concern that one
of your assh*le crew members...

is gonna get drunk and put
a b*llet through the hull.

We happen to be in space, Elgyn.

No shit.

How you been?

Wanna check the chair?

Elgyn, these were very,
very hard to come by.

So was our cargo.

You're not about to plead poverty
on me, are you, General?

No. I'm just saying, very few
people deal in cash nowadays.

Just the ones don't like to keep

business records.
Yourself, for example.

- Drink, Elgyn?
- Constantly.

Now, I'm gonna take a wild guess
here, general, but I'm thinking...

whatever you got going on here, it

ain't exactly
approved by Congress.

Who's the new filly you
got on board, Elgyn?

Call?

Little girl playing pirates?

She makes an impression.

She is severely
fuckable, ain't she?

Mighty handy with a monkey
wrench too, I might add.

I think Vriess has got a bit
of a light in his eye for her.

Fine little ass like that make a
man walk, you know what I mean?

Mind you, I think she's
just a tad curious

about this little
transaction of ours.

I mean, I can't say
as I blame her.

It's awfully
cloak-and-dagger stuff.

It's a military operation.

Really?

Correct me if I'm wrong, but I
was under the impression that...

most army medical
labs don't have to

operate outside of
regulated space.

What do you want, Elgyn?
What can I do for you?

- Me?
- Yeah.

Oh, two days' bed and board.

You know, Vriess might wanna snag
a part here or there, whatever.

I mean, if it's not imposing.

I don't see any problem.

- A couple of conditions, though.
- Conditions.

Not you, nor any of your...

formidable crew members...

will go anywhere near
restricted areas.

Rule number two:

- No trouble. Good behaviour.
- Good behaviour.

- No fights.
- No fights?

- No fights.
- No fights.

My house is your house.

Please direct cargo to
Medlab centre, Area G.

Follow the lit path.

Do not deviate.

Cargo status stable.

Life forms intact.

Stasis uninterrupted.

Medlab centre is
off-limits to civilians.

Thank you.

- Oh. Hey. Chill.
- Oh, please.

You know I can't lay
off the tall ones.

How you doing?

How about a little
one-on-one? What do you say?

You got some moves on you, girl.

Oh, man.

You know, if you don't
wanna play basketball,

I know some other indoor sports.

Come on, now, give me the ball.

Okay. I got a new game.

Tag.

Ripley.

Ripley.

You've had enough fun.

What the hell are you?

Something of a
predator, isn't she?

Yes, she continues to
make us all very proud.

We're coming up on just one
minute and 30 seconds left...

to order this one-of-a-kind
collector's item.

Jesus Christ, Johner, what did you
put in this shit? Battery acid?

Just for colour.

So, we're a fast learner.

- Now here's a fine item...
- This is a really good show, man.

It's from the Gut Cutters
Celebration Collection...

makers of premiere
knives and edge wear.

The knife features a
stainless-steel blade...

perfect for any use in
hunting or in the home.

The pro handle is made from
authentic antique plywood

and stained in brilliant
colours for an uncanny charm.

Hey, man, that shit is
not easy to come by.

Why don't you take a walk outside?

To a cutting edge that
will rip through anything.

- Great.
- I'm so sorry.

Now I smell like this shit. If
b*tches can't handle this shit,

b*tches should stay
away from this shit.

Go to bed. f*cking bitch.

Identification, please.

Please try again.

Please try again.

Thank you, General Perez.

Well?

Are you gonna k*ll me, or what?

There's no point, is there?

They've taken it out of you.

Where is it? Is it on the ship?

You mean my baby?

I don't get it. If
they took it out,

why are they keeping you alive?

Well, they're curious.
I'm the latest thing.

Look, I can make it all stop.

The pain, this nightmare.
That's all I can offer you.

What makes you think I
would let you do that?

Who are you?

Ripley, Ellen.
Lieutenant first class.

Number 36706.

Ellen Ripley died 200 years ago.

You're not her.

I'm not her?

- Who am I?
- You're a thing, a construct.

They grew you in a f*cking lab.

And now they brought
it out of you.

Not all the way out.

I can feel it.

I can feel it... behind my eyes.

I can hear it moving.

You gotta help me stop this
thing before it gets loose.

It's too late.

You can't stop it.

It's inevitable.

Not as long as I'm around.

You'll never get
out of here alive.

I don't care.

Really?

I can make it stop.

Go on, get out of here.

They're looking for you.

I think you're gonna
find that this was

very ill-advised. Where
are her friends?

They're in the mess hall, sir.

Well, you find them now. Quietly.

What the hell is going on here?

It smells like a
double-cross, boss.

Where's the other
one? With the chair?

Don't ever touch me. Ever.

Wanna tell us what this is?

Wanna tell me who
you're working for?

What?

Wren, they got nothing
to do with this.

To do with what?

Do you know what the penalties
for t*rror1st activity are?

No g*dd*mn t*rrorists
in my crew. Call,

there something you wanna tell me?

Look. I don't care whether
you knew or not. You

brought a t*rror1st on
board a military vessel.

And as far as I am concerned,
you all die with her.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

I understand.

Christie.

Down.

Freeze.

Stop. Drop your weapons.

And you, drop that piece of
shit. Or I blow his head off.

- I can't do that, man.
- Drop it now.

Can't do that. They're
attached to me.

I'm not f*cking with you.

You're all under arrest for a Code
8, which is concealed weapons...

and a Code 12, which is
m*rder. Release Dr Wren.

Kiss my ass.

Put down your weapons and
assume the f*cking...

Everybody okay?

Real easy, soldier boy.

- Security.
- Get up.

Security, there is a serious
problem in the mess hall.

You lie to me now, little girl...

I will cut your
throat and leave you

here to die, you understand me?

- This is Security, Section 2.
- Hello?

- We do not read you.
- Hello. g*dd*mn. Hello?

We do not copy you. Please repeat.

Hello?

Please repeat.

Gediman.

He's conducting illegal
experiments, breeding...

Ice the g*dd*mn mole.

Listen to me, he is
breeding an alien species.

More than dangerous.
If those things get

loose, it'll gonna make
the Lacerta plague...

look like a f*cking square dance.

Shut up.

Listen.

Your attention, please.
Security breach.

Medlab, Level 15.

Go. Let's get back to
the Betty. The doctor

and soldier boy can
see us to the door.

- What about Vriess?
- f*ck Vriess.

Your attention, please.

Unauthorised opening of Cage 3.

Unauthorised opening of Cages 5...

7, 8, 10.

- Move it. Now.
- Evacuation.

- Go. Go. Go.
- Evacuation.

This is not a drill.

- Evacuation.
- Move it. Go. Get on board.

Your attention, please.
Non-human presence detected.

Levels 21, 23.

Twenty-seven.

Fourteen.

Level 38.

Level 39.

Evacuation. Proceed to lifeboats.

This is not a drill.

Thank you for your cooperation.

I'll give you holes,
you slimy bastard.

Move it. Let's go.

- Final lifeboat ready for launch.
- Get on board.

- Go.
- Complete evacuation now.

No.

Grenade.

Alert. Alert.

Evacuation incomplete.

Civilian presence
detected in Area H.

Warning, main vessel
declared uninhabitable.

- Elgyn, come on. Let's move, man.
- Yeah.

Elgyn? Elgyn, where are you?

Elgyn, where are you?

Elgyn.

Elgyn.

- Oh, my God. Elgyn.
- Elgyn?

Elgyn?

Elgyn?

Easy, Hillard.

- Christie, give me a hand.
- Get him up.

Give me a hand here.

- Come on, let's get him up.
- Move out of the way.

No. Ah, shit.

- What the f*ck did this?
- What's in this place?

- Call, get down.
- What the f*ck is that?

Don't sh**t. It's in
front of the hull.

What is that?

Come on, man, time
to go. Time to go.

Get back.

Damn.

Call, time to go.

Come on, Call.

Open the g*dd*mn door.

We can't open it. We can't open
that. We can't open the door.

- We gotta go back.
- I'm not going back. You go back.

What the f*ck?

Was it everything you hoped for?

Leave him alone.

What do we do now, man?

Same thing we're doing. We
get the hell out of here.

What if there's more?

I say we stay here, man.
Let the army guys deal.

Where the f*ck are the army guys?

They're dead.

Well, then we don't need
this assh*le anymore.

Step back.

- No, you step back.
- Stop it.

You got no authority here.

Doctor, that thing that
k*lled my partner.

- That's your pet science project?
- Yes.

Let me do him right now, man.

I should let him do you right now.

How many more are there?

How many more are there?

Twelve.

Twelve?

Twelve.

Twelve.

There'll be more.

So, who do I have to f*ck
to get off this boat?

I can get you off. Maybe
not the boat, but...

Let's get out of here.

No, wait a second here. She was
the host for these monsters.

Wren cloned her because
she had one inside her.

She's not human.

She was part of his experiment and
she will turn on us in a second.

- I don't give a shit what she is.
- She's too much of a risk.

- We have to leave her.
- She comes.

- We can't trust her.
- I don't trust anyone.

If we're gonna survive this mess,
we all stick together. Agreed?

Hillard, we gotta go.

It's not over. We gotta
get to the Betty.

Make a nice souvenir.

- I can't believe you did that.
- Did what?

k*lled one. It's like
k*lling your own kind.

It was in my way.

Oh, man.

Who were you expecting?
Santa Claus?

I thought you were toast
for certain, man.

Shit. Where's Elgyn?

Oh, shit.

Hey, man, what if we get to the
Betty and they're all over it?

All the activity's
been in the aft sector

by the barracks. Why
would they move?

They won't. If they send
anyone out, it'll be...

here.

Where the meat is.

Yeah. Well, I say if
we wanna make any

decent time, I say we
ditch the cr*pple.

- No offence, man.
- None taken.

Nobody is left behind.

Not even you, Johner.

What's the quickest
way out of here?

After the cooling tower,
there's a freight elevator.

It runs from the top of the ship
down to engineering, Level 1 deck.

- Take us straight to the dock.
- Sounds reasonable. Let's do it.

We're moving.

What?

The ship is moving. I can feel it.

The ship has stealth-run.
There's no way you can tell.

She's right.

The ship's been going
since the attack.

That's a standard
emergency procedure.

That's right. Any serious
problem, and the

ship autopilots back to home base.

And you were planning on
letting us know this?

Nobody asked.

What's home base?

Earth.

- Oh, great.
- Bastard.

Earth? I'd rather stay
here with the things, man.

- How long until we get to Earth?
- Three hours almost.

We gotta blow the ship.

Call. You're not
blowing this ship.

Not while we're on it, okay?

We get out of the ship, you
do as you please, all right?

Earth, man. What a sh*thole.

It's clear.

Hey, Ripley.

I heard you, like, ran
into these things before.

- That's right.
- Wow, man.

So, like, what did you do?

I died.

Not that way.

Ripley.

Ripley, come on.

Ripley, we got no time
for sightseeing here.

Ripley, don't.

Help.

k*ll...

me.

k*ll me.

Don't do it, Ripley.

Don't do what?

What's the big deal, man?

f*cking waste of a*mo.

Let's go.

It must be a chick thing.

Am I dreaming or is this not
the shit we brought with us?

Yeah. It's the same shit.

It stinks in here, man.
Let's keep moving.

Get away from me.

Get away from me.

Get away from me.
Get away from me.

- Drop the rod.
- Get away from me.

- Do it.
- Get away from me.

Get away from me.

Who are you people?

- What's happening here?
- Calm down.

What's happening here
is we're getting

the f*ck off this
ghost ship, okay?

Ship? What ship?

Where am I?

I was in cryo, right? On
my way to Xarem, right?

Work crew for the
nickel refinery, right?

I wake up... I know
I don't understand.

Oh, God. I...

I saw... I saw horrible things.

Look, you're coming with us.
It's too dangerous for you here.

Leave him.

f*ck you. We're not
leaving him here.

He's got one inside of
him. I can smell it.

Inside me?

Inside me? What's inside me?

Hey, man. I don't want
one of those things

birthing anywhere near my ass.

- It's a bad risk.
- What's inside me?

Look, we can't just
leave him here.

You came here to stop
them from spreading.

What's inside me?

Gotta be a process.
Can't you stop it?

We've got no time for that.

We can't do it here. The
lab's out of order.

I could do him.

Back of the head. Painless.
It might be the best way.

What's inside me?

No, there's got to be another way.

What if we freeze him?

What's in-f*cking-side me?

A parasite.

A foreign element.

There's a monster in your chest.

These guys h*jacked your ship...

and they sold your
cryotube to this human.

And he put an alien inside of you.

It's a really nasty one.

And in a few hours,
it's gonna burst

its way through your rib cage...

and you're gonna die.

Any questions?

Who are you?

I'm the monster's mother.

Look, he comes with us, we
freeze him on the Betty,

then the doctor can
remove it later.

Fine by me.

Since when were you
in g*dd*mn charge?

Since you were born without balls.

Ease off, people.

All right, you come with
us. You might even live.

Get twitchy on me
and you'll be shot.

Let's move out.

It's a mess down there.
Is this the only way?

Vriess. We gotta lose the chair.

I know.

- Kawlang manoeuvre, all right?
- Yeah. Just like old times.

Yeah.

Must be the cooling tanks.

Somebody must have
opened the valves.

The nasties couldn't have
done this, could they?

We're at the bottom of the ship.

We have to go through the
kitchen. Maybe 90 feet.

To the freight elevator
on the other side.

- I don't like it.
- What's to like?

This sucks.

Wren, are you sure
about the distance?

Yes.

- You ready to get wet, partner?
- Yeah.

Hey, will your weapons
fly underwater?

Yeah, they're disposables.
They can take it.

Disposables?

Hey, I heard about those. Yeah.

- How many rounds?
- Twenty.

Split points give you a good hole,
even if it's smaller calibre.

Oh. Hey, that's cool.

Yeah. They're big
with hitters because

you throw them away after the job.

Nobody likes to
throw away a w*apon

they're attached to,
you know what I mean?

Yeah.

Guess I don't have to tell
everyone to take a deep breath.

Hey, Christie, do me a favour.

When we hit the surface on the
other side, no backstroke, okay?

Jesus Christ.

They set a g*dd*mn trap.
It's a g*dd*mn ambush.

Distephano.

It won't break. Give
me your w*apon.

You really are way too trusting.

No.

No.

You k*lled her. You bastard.

I'll get you.

Father, lock the door.

Christie. Climb. Climb.

I'm doing it, man. Come on.

Come on.

It's jammed. Move it.

It's jammed.

Get off my foot, bitch.

Johner.

Get off me. Get off me.

Johner.

Die, m*therf*cker.

Do it, man.

Hey.

Real nice party, ain't it?

Christie.

Christie.

Christie.

No.

Christie.

Christie.

What are you doing? Don't do it.

Don't.

We can make it.

No.

Damn.

This way.

Come on.

Baby, am I glad to see you.

I was sure that assh*le
got you. Are you hurt?

I'm fine.

- You got body armour on?
- Yeah. Come on.

You took it in the
chest. I saw it.

You're a robot?

Son of a bitch. Our little Call
is just full of surprises.

I should've known. No human
being is that humane.

I thought synthetics were supposed
to be all logical and shit.

You're just a big
old psycho, girl.

- You're a robot?
- You're a Second Gen, aren't you?

You're an Auton.

Robots designed by robots, right?

Oh, yeah. That's
right. I remember.

Now, they were supposed to
revitalise the synthetic industry.

Instead they buried it.

They don't like being
told what to do.

The government ordered a recall.

Now, I heard...

I had heard that
only a few... Just a

few had gotten out intact in time.

Man, I never, never thought
that I would see one.

Great. She's a toaster oven.

Can we leave now?

- How long before we land?
- Just under two hours.

Hey, Vriess, you got
a socket wrench?

Maybe she just needs
an oil change.

I'm sorry. Access denied.

I can't believe I
almost f*cked it.

Yeah, like you never
f*cked a robot.

You know, if Wren gets in the

computer, he could
really screw us.

We gotta find a terminal.

No, there's no console
on this level.

- We'd have to go back.
- Well, we can't go back.

And I don't know any of
Wren's access codes.

Help me.

Call.

No, I can't.

Right. You're the new
model droid. You

can access the
mainframe by remote.

No, I can't. I burned
my modem. We all did.

Call, you can still patch
in manually, you know that.

There's ports in the
chapel, up there.

Call.

- You're programmed for that?
- Don't make me do this.

Don't make me make you.

I don't want to go in there.

It's like my insides are
liquid. It's not real.

Get over it. You can blow this
ship before it reaches Earth...

and k*ll them all.

Just give us time
to get out first.

- Damn it.
- Anything?

Hold on.

Breach in Sector 7, Sector 3.

Sector 9 unstable.

Engines operating at 41%.

Eighty-six minutes
until Earth dock.

We burned too much energy.

I can't make critical
mass. I can't blow it.

Then crash it.

Yeah.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Really.

I feel good.

Ground level recalibrated.

New destination: 7-6-0-4-0-3.
Uninhabited quadrant.

Braking system's offline.
Deceleration increase.

Time until impact now
43 minutes, 8 seconds.

Try to clear us a
path to the Betty.

And start her up.

Okay.

Please wait.

Emergency override in
console 45V, Level 1.

It's Wren. He's
almost at the Betty.

Father, locate the
power drain. Report.

Father? Father?

Father's dead, assh*le.

Intruder on Level 1. All aliens,
please proceed to Level 1.

You got a mean streak.

Damn it.

- Let me see.
- Don't touch me.

Come on.

You must think this
is pretty funny.

I'm finding a lot of
things funny lately.

But I don't think they are.

Why do you go on living?

How can you stand
being what you are?

Not much choice.

At least there's a part
of you that's human.

I'm just...

Look at me.

I'm disgusting.

Why did you come here?

To k*ll you. Remember?

Before the recall...

I accessed the mainframe.

Every dirty little covert op the

government ever dreamed
up is in there.

And this, you, the aliens,
even the crew from the Betty.

I knew if they succeeded,
it'd be the end of them.

Why do you care what
happens to them?

Because I'm programmed to.

You're programmed
to be an assh*le?

You're the new assh*le
model they're putting out?

Come on.

I couldn't watch them do it.

I couldn't let them
annihilate themselves.

Do you understand that?

I did once.

I tried to save people.

It didn't work out.

There was this girl.

She had bad dreams.

I tried to help her.

She died.

Now I can't even
remember her name.

I guess we're almost there.

Right.

Do you dream?

I... We have neural
processors that... Yes.

When I sleep, I dream
about them. It.

Every night.

All around me. In me.

I used to be afraid to
dream, but I'm not anymore.

Why?

Because no matter how
bad the dreams get,

when I wake up it's always worse.

- It's not so far now.
- God, I'm so tired.

Sleep when you die, man.

Oh, no. This is bad, right?

I think we're near the nest.

Well, then, we'll go another way.

We don't have time.

- We got nearly 90 minutes.
- Not anymore.

What are you saying?

- What did you do, robot?
- Let's go. Come on.

Hey. You wanna die
here with your little

brothers and sisters, that's cool.

But I plan to live past today.

If this little hunk of plastic
is pulling any shit...

I'm gonna k*ll her.

k*ll you.

Does that compute? Or do I
have to draw you a schematic?

Hey.

You want another souvenir?

- How far are the docks?
- A hundred yards.

Ripley?

Ripley?

Come on.

Ripley, we have to go.

I hear them. I hear
them. They're so close.

- Ripley.
- It's the queen.

She's in pain.

Ripley.

Ripley.

Wait.

Oh, my God.

We gotta be moving. The best thing

we can do is pray
for a quick death.

Come on. Come on.

- It's not right.
- I've been saying that all day.

It's up to you now, Call.

I need you to patch into the
ship again, and open the hatch.

Johner, we should put
Purvis in the freezer now.

All right, little buddy.

Nap time.

Oh.

Nobody moves, or I put a cap right

where this little
droid's brain is.

Distephano, take the weapons.

Begging your pardon,
sir, but f*ck you.

Oh, fine. Then I k*ll her...

and you k*ll me, and we all die...

and nobody goes home.

Now drop the w*apon.

Then this little synthetic bitch
is gonna plug into the Auriga...

and she is gonna take us
right back to home base...

according to the standard
emergency procedures.

- No, she's not.
- Are you crazy?

You still wanna bring those
things back to Earth?

Haven't you been paying
attention today?

The intellectual speaks.

Stay there. Listen,
if you don't...

Don't you ever shut up?

Why does nobody listen to me?

I told you. At first,
everything was normal.

The queen laid her eggs.

But then she started
to change. She

added a second cycle cell, so...

So...

this time there is no host.

There are no eggs.

There is only her womb...

and the creature inside.

That is Ripley's gift to her,
a human reproductive system.

She is giving birth
for you, Ripley.

And now she is perfect.

You are...

a beautiful, beautiful butterfly.

No.

No. No.

Look.

Look, beautiful,
beautiful little baby.

Look, it thinks you're its mother.

Come on.

Come on.

Yeah.

Come on.

Civilian vessel online.
Emergency departure authorised.

All right, she's hot.
I'll open the Auriga's

airlocks. Pull the holding
clamps on your mark.

Right, I just need to find
the vertical thrust lock.

Are you sure you guys
can fly this thing?

Yes.

- Launch status is go.
- No.

Ripley.

- Hey.
- I thought you were dead.

Yeah, I get that a lot.

Why are we still here?

I'm just finding the
manual override.

- For Christ sake.
- Hey, Ripley.

Good memory. Excuse me.

- Ripley's back, man.
- Is that it?

Nope.

You can't fly one of these
things too, can you?

Are you kidding? This piece of
shit is even older than I am.

g*dd*mn it. We still
got breach. The hatch.

I closed it.

I've fixed the hatch a
hundred times, man.

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Approaching Earth's atmosphere.

Window of departure
now 46 seconds.

Call? We have to go.

Call.

We've gotta get out of here.

Window of departure
now 20 seconds.

Grab on to something,
Call. We're out of here.

Come on, baby.

This thing is gonna fall apart.

Pressure's unstable.

Go help Call turn on
the auxiliary pump.

Distephano?

Come on. Step on it.

Hey. I'm not the
mechanic here, Ironside.

I mostly just hurt people.

Shit.

Call.

Call, get back up here.

Call. Call.

Ripley. Hey, Ripley.

Johner, where are you, you son
of a bitch? Get on it, bastard.

- What am I supposed to do?
- Grab the sticks.

Put her down.

Oh.

Ripley.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

USM Auriga will impact
in five seconds. Four.

Three.

Two. One.

Thank you.

- What's burning?
- Us.

Shit. You're right.

So this is Earth, huh?

This is Earth.

It's my first time here.

I suppose the military will be
sniffing around here pretty soon.

Bet you're not too
anxious to see them.

Not really.

You know, a person
could get pretty

lost around here
if they wanted to.

What do you think?

What should we do?

I don't know.

I'm a stranger here myself.