Aliens (1986)

[bunniefuu]

Bio-readouts are all in the
green. Looks like she's alive.

Well, there goes
our salvage, guys.

- How are we today?
- Terrible.

Well, 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 okay.

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?
I'm Burke. Carter Burke.

I work for the company, but
don't let that fool you.

I'm really an okay guy.

I'm glad to see you're
feeling a little better.

They tell me that all the weakness

and disorientation
should pass soon.

That's just natural
side effects of

such an unusually long hypersleep

or something like that.

What do you mean?

How long was I out there?

Inhalation Therapy, report to...

Has no one discussed
this with you yet?

No. But, I mean...

I don't... recognise this place.

No, I know...

Okay. It's just that, this
might be a shock to you.

- It's long...
- How long?

Please.

57 years.

What?

That's the thing. You were
out there for 57 years.

What happened was you had drifted
right through the core systems.

And it's really just blind luck

that a deep-salvage team
found you when they did.

It's one in a thousand, really.

I think you're damn lucky
to be alive, kiddo.

You could be floating
out there forever.

You... You okay?

You okay?

Oh, God.

- Nurse. Please.
- God.

Someone get in here now.

Now.

- Hold.
- Please.

Hold on.

k*ll me.

No.

Bad dreams again? You want
something to help you sleep?

No.

I've slept enough.

Jonesy.

Come here.

It's all right.

It's all right now.

It's over.

Dr. Hirsch, 334. Dr. Hirsch, 334.

Hi. Sorry I'm late. I've been
running behind all morning.

Is there any word
about my daughter?

I really think we should
worry about the hearing now.

Because we don't have
a lot of time, okay?

I read your deposition,
and it's great.

If you just stick to that,
I think we'll be fine.

The thing to remember is

there're gonna be a lot
of heavyweights in there.

You've got Feds and Interstellar
Commerce Commission

Colonial Administration,
insurance company guys...

Do you have any news
about my daughter?

Well, we did come up with some

information. Why
don't we sit down?

I was hoping to wait
until after the inquest.

"Amanda Ripley-McClaren"
married name, I guess

"Age 66."

And 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'd
be home for her birthday.

Her 11th birthday.

I'd just like to go
back to this point

about the override destruct order.

- Is it in the file?
- I don't understand this.

We have been here for
three and a half hours.

Now, how many
different ways do you

want me to tell the same story?

Look at it from our
perspective, please.

Please?

Now, you freely admit to
detonating the engines of

and thereby destroying,
an M-class starfreighter

a rather expensive
piece of hardware.

42 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 IV-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 there on
company orders to

get this thing, which
destroyed my crew

and your expensive ship.

The analysis team,
which went over the

lifeboat centimetre by centimetre

found no physical evidence of
the creature you describe.

Good. That's because I blew it
out of the g*dd*mn air lock.

Like I said.

Are there any species like this
hostile organism on IV-426?

No. It's a rock. No
indigenous life.

Did IQ's 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 300 surveyed worlds.

"A creature that gestates
inside a living human host."

Yes.

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 to me.

Kane, the crew member...

Kane, who went into
that ship, said

he saw thousands of eggs there.

- Thousands.
- Thank you. That will be all.

g*dd*mn it, that's not all.

Because if one of
those things gets

down here, then that will be all.

Then all of this... this bullshit
that you think is so important...

You can just kiss all
of that goodbye.

It is the finding of this
court of inquiry that

warrant officer E.
Ripley, NOC14472

has acted with
questionable judgement

and is unfit to hold
an I.C.C. licence

as a commercial flight officer.

Said licence is hereby
suspended indefinitely.

Now, no criminal charges will be
filed against you at this time

and you are released on
your own recognisance

for a six-month period of
psychometric probation

to include monthly review by an
I.C.C. psychiatric technician.

These proceedings are closed.

That could have been better.

- Look, I think the... Ripley?
- Van Leuwen...

Why don't you just
check out IV-426?

Because I don't have to.

There have been people
there for over 20 years

and they never complained
about any hostile organism.

What do you mean? What people?

Terraformers. Planet engineers.

They go in, set up
these big atmosphere

processors to make
the air breathable.

Takes decades.

It's what we call a
"Shake 'N Bake" colony.

How many are there?
How many colonists?

I don't know... 60, maybe
70 families. Do you mind?

Families.

Jesus.

I'll be down in maintenance, okay?

Al.

- What?
- Hey, Al.

What?

Remember you sent some wildcatters

out to the middle of nowhere last
week, out past the Ilium Range?

Yeah, what?

One of them's on the horn,
a mum-and-pop survey team.

He says he's onto
something. He wants

to know if his claim
will be honoured.

Why wouldn't his
claim be honoured?

Well, because you sent
them to that particular

middle-of-nowhere on
company orders, maybe.

I don't know.

Christ. Some honch 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.

I don't ask, because it
takes two weeks to get

an answer out here, and
the answer is always...

"Don't ask."

So what do I tell this guy?

Tell him as far as I'm concerned,
if he finds something, it is his.

- Lydecker?
- What?

You kids know you're not
supposed to be on this level.

Go on. Get outta here.

Do too. You go in
places we can't fit.

So? That's why I'm the best.

Knock it off. I catch
either of you playing

in the air ducts again,
I'll tan your hides.

Mum, all the kids play...

Wait a minute. Annie, come and
have a look at this, will ya?

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
there 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 take a look inside?

You two stay inside. I mean
it. We'll be right back.

- Okay.
- Bye.

Timmy, they've been
gone a long time.

It'll be okay, Newt. Dad
knows what he's doing.

Mayday, Mayday. This is
Alpha-Kilo-Two-Four-Niner calling.

This is Alpha-Kilo-Two-Four-Niner.

Alpha Kilo Two Four Niner calling.

Hiya, Ripley. This
is lieutenant Gorman

of the Colonial Marine Corps...

Ripley, we have to talk.

We've lost contact with
the colony on IV-426.

I don't believe this.

You guys throw me
at the wolves, and

now you want me to
go back out there?

Forget it. It's not my problem.

- Can I finish?
- No. There's no way.

Ripley, 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?
- That's true.

We've been trained to deal
with situations like this.

Then you don't need me.
I'm not a soldier.

Yeah, but we don't know exactly
what's going on out there.

It may just be a downed
transmitter, okay?

But if it's not, I would
like you there as an adviser

and that's all.

What's your interest in all
this? Why are you going?

Corporation co-financed
that colony

along with Colonial
Administration.

We're getting into a lot
of terraforming now.

"Building Better Worlds."

Yeah, yeah. I saw the commercial.

Look, 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,
that sort of thing?

Yeah. So?

Nothing. I think it's great
that you're keeping busy.

And I know it's the only
thing that 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 in the world

to get out there and face this
thing, get back on the horse.

Spare me, Burke. I've had my
psych evaluation this month.

Yeah, I know. I've read it.
You wake up every night.

Your sheets are
soaking with sweat...

I said no, and I mean it.

Okay.

Now, please leave. I
am not going back.

And I am... I would not be
any good to you if I did.

Okay. Sure.

Would you do me a favour?
Just think about it.

Thanks for the coffee.

Hello.

Ripley.

- You okay?
- 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 pay cheque

a fortune, every
formation a parade.

- I love the corps.
- Christ.

Man, this floor is freezing.

What do you want me to do?
Fetch your slippers for ya?

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.
Come on. On your feet.

We got some slack coming, right?

You had three weeks
on your back, Frost.

What do you want?

I'm talking about breathing,
not this frozen sh*t.

Yeah, Top. How about it?

All right. First assembly's
in 15, 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-f*cking-do.
Hey, I'm impressed.

Que beautiful.

Hey, Vasquez. Have you ever
been mistaken for a man?

No. Have you?

Vasquez... You're just too bad.

Hey, Top, what's the op?

It's a rescue mission.
You'll love it.

There's some juicy
colonists' daughters

we have to rescue
from their virginity.

Dumb-a*s colonists.

What's this crap supposed to be?

- Corn bread, I think.
- It's good for you, boy. Eat it.

Hey, sure wouldn't
mind getting some

more of that Arcturian poontang.

Remember that time?

Yeah. Except the one
that you had was male.

Doesn't matter when
it's Arcturian.

Hey, Bishop, man. Do the
thing with the knife.

Oh, please...

Come on. Yeah.

All right. Yeah.

I don't want to see that, man.

Come on, man. All
right. All right.

Hey, what are you doing,
man? What are you doing?

Come on. Quit messing
around, Drake.

Hudson, shut up.

- Bishop, hey, man.
- Do it, Bishop.

Hey. Not me, man.
Quit messing around.

Yeah, you. Don't move.

Trust me.

All right. Knock it
off, knock it off.

Thank you.

There you go, short
sh*t. 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 the
rest of us grunts.

Boy's definitely got a
corncob up his a*s.

Thought you never miss, Bishop.

You never said anything about an
android being on board. Why not?

It never... never occurred to me.

It's just common practise. We
always have a synthetic on board.

I prefer the term
"artificial person" myself.

Right.

- Is there a problem?
- I'm sorry.

I don't know why...
I didn't even...

Ripley's last trip out, the syn...

the artificial person
malfunctioned.

Malfunctioned?

There were problems and a
few deaths were involved.

I'm shocked. Was
it an older model?

The Hyperdyne Systems 120-A2.

That explains it then. The A2s
always were a bit twitchy.

That could never happen now with
our behavioural inhibitors.

It is impossible for me to
harm, or by omission of action

allow to be harmed, a human being.

You sure you don't want some?

You just stay away from me,
Bishop. You got that straight?

Guess she don't like the
corn bread, either.

- Squad, ten-hut. Officer on deck.
- As you were.

Quickly, quickly. Settle down.

All right. Listen up.

Morning, marines. I'm
sorry we didn't have time

to brief you people before
we left Gateway but...

- Sir?
- What is it, Hicks?

Hudson, sir. He's Hicks.

What's the question?

Is this gonna be a stand-up
fight, sir, or another bug hunt?

All we know is that there's still
no contact with the colony

and that a xenomorph
may be involved.

- Excuse me, sir. A what?
- A xenomorph.

It's a bug hunt.

What exactly are we
dealing with here?

Ripley.

I'll tell you what I know.

We set down on IV-426.

One of our crew members
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, and...

it must have laid something inside
his throat, some sort of embryo.

- He started... He...
- Look, man.

I only need to know one
thing... where they are.

- Yo, Vasquez. Kick a*s.
- Anytime, anywhere.

Right, right. Somebody
said "alien." She thought

they said "ill*gal
alien" and signed up.

- f*ck you, man.
- Anytime, anywhere.

Are you finished?

I hope you're right. I really do.

Yeah, okay, right.
Thank you, Ripley.

We also have Ripley's report on
disc. I suggest you study it.

Because just one of
those things managed to

wipe out my entire crew
in less than 24 hours.

And if the colonists
have found that ship

then there's no telling how
many of them have been exposed.

Do you understand?

Anyway, we have it on disc,
so you better look at it.

Any questions?

What is it, private?

How do I get out of this
chickenshit outfit?

You secure that sh*t, 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.

Ordinance loading, weapons strip
and drop-ship prep details

- will have seven hours.
- Come on.

Now, move it, people.

All right, sweethearts. 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.

Hey, sarge. You'll get lip
cancer smoking those.

Corporal, I want this
loading lock sealed. Now.

How many more you got, Spunkmeyer?

Last one.

Good. Take it away.

Clear behind.

- Did you check number three?
- Let me see that.

Hi. I feel like kind of a
fifth wheel around here.

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 2 rating.

Be my guest.

Where you want it?

Bay 12, please.

All right, sweethearts.
We're a team,

and there's nothing
to worry about.

We come here, and we gonna
conquer, and we gonna kick some.

Is that understood?

That's what we gonna
do, sweethearts.

Yes, sir.

We are going to go and get some.

All right, people.
On the ready line.

- Are you lean? Are you mean?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- What are you? What are you?
- Lean and mean.

Hudson. Get on the
ready line, marine.

Get some today. Get
on the ready line.

Move it out. Move
it out, g*dd*mn 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.

Absolutely bad-asses.

Let's pack 'em in. Get in there.

All right. Move it.

Let's go, let's go.
One, two, three

four, five, six.

All right. I want combat
seating. You know your places.

Get those weapons
stowed. Let's go.

Come on. Settle down, people.

Lock 'em in, Hudson.

- Ready to get it on?
- You know it.

Okay, Bishop, let's go.

Roger.

I'm ready, man.

Ready to get it on. Go.

Stand by. Cross-locking now.
Pre-launch auto cycle engaged.

Primary couplers released.
Hit the internals.

sh*t, 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.

Five, four, three...

We're on an express elevator
to hell, going down.

Two, one, mark.

- Switch to DCS. Ranging.
- 240, nominal to profile.

We're in the pipe, five by five.

We're picking up some
hull ionisation.

Got it. Rough air ahead.

We're in for some chop.

How many drops is this
for you, lieutenant?

38.

Simulated.

How many combat drops?

Two... including this one.

- sh*t.
- Oh, man.

Range 014. Turning on final.

And I'm telling you, I got a
bad feeling about this drop.

You always say that, Frost.

You always say, "I got a bad
feeling about this drop."

Okay, okay. When we
get back without you

I'll call your folks.

All right. Let's see
what we can see.

Everybody online. Looking good.

Drake, check your camera. There
seems to be a malfunction.

That's better. Pan
it around a bit.

- Good.
- I'm ready, man. Check it out.

- I am the ultimate badass.
- Yeah. That's right.

- State-of-the-badass art.
- Who here's running?

You do not want to f*ck with me.

Check it out.

Hey, Ripley, don't worry.

Me and my squad of ultimate
bad-asses will protect you.

Hey. That's right.

Check it out.

Independently targeting
particle-beam phalanx.

Fry half a city with this puppy.

We got tactical smart missiles

phase-plasma pulse
r*fles, R.P.G.'s.

We got sonic, electronic
ball breakers.

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 709-er.

- Terminal guidance locked in.
- Where's the damn beacon?

I see it.

- That's the atmosphere processor?
- Yep, that's it.

Remarkable piece of machinery.
Completely automated.

You know, we manufacture
those, by the way.

Okay, Ferro. Take us in low
over the main colony complex.

Storm shutters are sealed.

There's no visible activity.
All right. Hold at 40.

Roger.

Give me a slow circle
of the complex.

Structure seems intact.
They still have power.

Okay, 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.

All right. I want a nice,
clean dispersal this time.

Let's go. Move it out.

Head 'em up.

First squad up on line. Hicks, get

yours in accord 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?

Go on.

Second team, move inside.
Hicks, take the upper level.

Sir, you copying this? Looks
like hits from small-arms fire.

We got some expl*sives damage.

It's probably seismic
survey charges.

Are you reading this?
Keep it tight, people.

All right. Hicks, Hudson,
use your motion trackers.

- Nothing.
- Not a g*dd*mn thing.

Quarter and search by twos.

Okay. Dietrich, Frost, you're up.

It's right in there.

- Now.
- Now.

Good one, Hudson.

Sir, we have a negative
situation here. 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,
I think we missed it.

All right. The area's secured.

Let's go in and see what
their computer can tell us.

- Wait a minute. It's not secure.
- The area's secured, Ripley.

First team, head for operations.

Hudson, see if you can get
their C.P.U. on line.

Affirmative.

Hicks, meet me at the south
lock. We're coming in.

Roger.

He's coming in. I
feel safer already.

as*h*le jerk-off.

Sir, we got the C.P.U.
on line. No problem.

Good. Stand by in operations.

Okay, 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.

Yeah, looks that way.

All right, Drake, this way.

We should be able to cut through
the Medlab to operations.

Lieutenant.

Gorman.

Are those the same ones that...

Careful, Burke.

Looks like love at
first sight to me.

He likes you, Burke.

Two are alive. The rest are dead.

"Surgically removed before
embryo implantation."

"Subject Marachek, John J.,
died during the procedure."

They k*lled 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?

That's a 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.

f*ck. Hold up.

Ripley.

Hey. It's all right.

- It's all right. Come on.
- Just grab her, corporal.

Don't be afraid. Come
on. We won't hurt you.

It's all right. It's okay.

Come on out. Come on.

- Easy. Easy.
- I got her.

Damn.

Watch her.

- Don't let her go.
- She's under the grille.

- Frost, get your light up here.
- Where'd she go?

- Shine the light.
- Here. Here.

- Here. Here.
- There she is.

Keep back. Keep back.
Don't scare her.

Grab her, man. We're
gonna lose her.

Damn it.

- sh*t.
- Kick it out.

Wait.

It's okay. It's all right.

Don't be afraid.

See?

Wait. No, you don't.

It's okay. You're gonna
be all right now.

Easy. Easy. It's gonna be okay.

It's all right.
You're gonna be okay.

Easy. Easy.

- What's her name again?
- Rebecca.

Now think, Rebecca. Concentrate.

Just start at the beginning.

Where are your parents?

Now, look, Rebecca, you
have to try and help...

Gorman, give it a
rest, why don't you?

Total brain lock.

Physically, she's okay.

Borderline malnutrition,
but I don't

think there's any
permanent damage.

Come on. We're wasting our time.

Try this.

It's a little hot chocolate.

There you go.

Whoop.

That good?

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?

Just tell me what you're
scanning for, private.

- P.D.T.s.
- What?

Personal data transmitters.

Every colonist had one
surgically implanted.

If they're within 20 clicks,
we'll read it out here.

So far, zippo.

I don't know how you
managed to stay alive

but you're one brave kid, Rebecca.

N... 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?

- Casey.
- Hello, Casey.

What about your brother?
What's his name?

Timmy.

Is Timmy around here too?
Maybe hiding like you were?

Any sisters?

Mum 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.

That's a nice pet you
got there, Bishop.

Magnificent, isn't it?

Yo. Stop your grinning and
drop your linen. Found 'em.

They alive?

Unknown, but it looks
like all of them.

Over at the processing
station, sublevel 3

under the main cooling towers.

Looks like a g*dd*mn town meeting.

Let's saddle up, Apone.

Aye, sir.

All right. Let's go, people. They
ain't paying us by the hour.

Let's go. Head 'em out.

Okay, Frost, you're driving.

It's okay. Don't
worry. It'll be okay.

I want a straight "V" deployment,
second team on left flank.

Advance on axial 664.
Tracker on line.

Set the "V" gain to
filter R.F. ambient.

Hudson, tracker on line. Left
and right, little buddy.

Forty metres in, bearing 221,
there should be a stairwell.

Check. Got it.

You want sublevel 3.

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.
- All right. You heard the man.

Don't bunch up. Stay loose.

Your transmission's
showing a lot of breakup.

Probably getting some
interference from the structure.

Use those lights.

Next one down, and
proceed on a 216.

Roger. That's a 216.

I'm not making that out too
well. What is it, Hudson?

You tell me, man.
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?

Hot as hell in here.

Yeah, man, but it's a dry heat.

Knock it off, Hudson.

Lieutenant, what do those
pulse r*fles fire?

Ten millimetre
expl*sive-tip caseless.

Standard light
armour-piercing round.

- Why?
- Well, 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?

- Yeah. She's absolutely right.
- So? So what?

Look. This whole station is
basically a big fusion reactor.

Right?

So you're talking
about a thermonuclear

expl*si*n, and bye, guys.

Great. Wonderful.

sh*t.

Look... Apone.

Look. We can't have
any firing in there.

I want you to collect
magazines from everybody.

Is he f*cking crazy?

What the hell are we supposed
to use, man, harsh language?

Flame units only. I
want r*fles slung.

Sir, I...

Just do it, sergeant.
And no grenades.

All right, sweethearts.
You heard the man.

Pull 'em out. Come
on. Let's have 'em.

Come on, Vasquez. Clear and lock.

Damn.

You too. Give it up,
Ski. Come on. Let's go.

Crowe, I want it now. Give it up.

Right on, Vas.

Let's go, marine. Give it up.

Frost, you got the
duty. Open that bag.

- Thanks a lot, sarge.
- Hicks, cover our a*s.

Head 'em out, people.

I like to keep this handy...
for close encounters.

I heard that.

Any movement?

Nothing. Zip.

Holy sh*t.

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.

- Help.
- What?

Top, get over here.
We got a live one.

You're gonna be all right.

Please... k*ll me.

- Just stay calm.
- We're gonna get you outta here.

It's gonna be all right. Give me a
hand. We gotta get her outta here.

What is it, Dietrich?
What's going on?

Convulsion.

Dietrich, get back.

Get back.

- No.
- Frost, flamethrower. k*ll it.

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?
Can't see anything in here.

Pull your team out, Gorman.

I got signals. I got readings
in front and behind.

Where, man? I don't see sh*t.

He's right. There's
nothing back here.

Look, I'm telling you. There's
something moving, and it ain't us.

- sh*t.
- Tracker's off scale, man.

They're all around us, man. Jesus.

Maybe they don't show
up on infrared at all.

Frost.

Come on.

Jesus Christ, Apone.
What is going on?

Wierzbowski and Crowe are down.

Dietrich, Crowe. Sound off. Frost.

Dietrich, Frost, off the board.

Frost.

Wierzbowski?

Wierzbowski?

Let's rock.

Who's firing? g*dd*mn it.

Yeah.

- I ordered to hold fire.
- They're coming out of the walls.

They're coming out of the
g*dd*mn walls. Let's book.

On the right, man.

Apone, I want you to lay down a

suppressing fire with
the incinerators...

Vasquez, Drake, hold
your fire, g*dd*mn it.

Apone, are you copying me? I want
you to lay down suppressing fire

with the incinerators and fall
back by squads to the A.P.C. Over.

Say again, all after
"incinerator."

I said I want you to
lay down a suppressing

fire with the incinerators
and fall back

by squads to the A.P.C. Over.

- Sarge. Sarge.
- Apone...

- Talk to me.
- Copy.

- Copy.
- Apone?

- Talk to me, Apone.
- He's gone.

Get them out of there. Do it now.

Shut up.

Hicks, whoever's left, get...

- Just shut up.
- g*dd*mn it.

It's coming out of
the g*dd*mn walls.

Where's Apone? Where's Apone?

The sarge is gone. Let's
get the f*ck out of here.

Let's move it. Let's go, marine.

Hudson? Vasquez?

- Hudson, look out.
- Get it.

Watch it.

- Hicks...
- Come on. Behind you.

Fall back. I told
them to fall back.

Fall back, g*dd*mn it, now.

- They're cut off.
- Hudson, move your a*s.

- Do something.
- Let's go, marine.

f*ck.

- Come on. Keep moving, baby.
- Hold on, Newt.

Ripley, what the
hell are you doing?

Turn around.

That's an order.

- Get off me, damn it.
- g*dd*mn it, that's an order.

You had your chance, Gorman.

Come on.

Come on. Let's move it.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

It's blocked, man.
We gotta go around.

- Open the door. Hicks.
- Drake, we are leaving.

Get them, man.

Run for it.

sh*t.

- Go. Go.
- Come on, man. Come on.

Drake, come on.

No.

- Fire in the hole.
- He's gone.

- Put it out. Put it out.
- Go. Go.

- Come on. Put it out.
- Drake's coming, man.

- Drake.
- He's gone.

No, he's not.

Forget him. He's gone.

They're in the g*dd*mn door.

Eat this.

Ripley.

Go, go, go.

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. Ease down.

You okay?

- I'm all right.
- Hudson.

Get away from me, man.

- Lieutenant...
- What happened to Gorman?

I don't know. Maybe a concussion.

- But he's alive.
- He's dead.

Wake up, as*h*le, and
then I'm gonna k*ll you.

Back off. Right now.

- Somebody get me a first aid kit?
- f*ck.

Hey. Hey, look.

The sarge and Dietrich
aren't dead, man.

Their signs are real low,
but they ain't dead.

Then we go back in
there and get them.

f*ck that.

We don't leave our
people behind...

I ain't going back in there.

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.

Damn it.

This can't be happening,
man. This isn't happening.

All right. We got seven
canisters of CN-20.

I say we roll them in there and
nerve gas the whole f*cking nest.

That's worth a try, but we don't

even know if it's
gonna affect them.

Let's just bug out and
call it even. Okay?

What are we talking
about this for?

I say we take off and nuke
the entire site from orbit.

It's the only way to be sure.

- f*cking "A."
- Hold on. Hold on one second.

This installation
has a substantial

dollar value attached to it.

They can bill me.

Okay, look. This is an emotional
moment for all of us, okay?

I know that. But let's not
make snap judgements, please.

This is clearly... clearly an

important species
we're dealing with

and I don't think that 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.

Look. I'm not blind
to what's going on

but I cannot authorise
that kind of action.

I'm sorry.

Well, I believe corporal Hicks

has authority here.

Corporal Hicks is...

This operation is under
military jurisdiction

and Hicks is next in
chain of command.

Am I right, corporal?

Yeah.

Yeah, that's right.

- Yeah. Look, Ripley...
- Yes?

This is a multimillion-dollar
installation, okay?

He can't make that
kind of decision.

He's just a grunt. No offence.

- None taken. Ferro, do you copy?
- Standing by.

Prep for dust off. We're
gonna 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?

g*dd*mn it.

Well, where the f*ck...

Run.

Well, that's great. That's
just f*cking great, man.

Now what the f*ck are
we supposed to do?

We're in some real
pretty sh*t 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 f*ck 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
because it'll be dark soon

and they mostly come
at night, mostly.

That's everything,
right? All right.

This is absolutely everything

that we could salvage out
of the A.P.C. wreckage.

We got four pulse r*fles
with about 50 rounds each.

That ain't so good.

We got, 15 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.

Got another one, it'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 a*s. I think
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 17 hours.

Those things are gonna come
in here like they did before.

- They're gonna come in here...
- Hudson.

- and they're gonna get us.
- Hudson.

This little girl survived
longer than that

with no weapons and no training.

Right?

Why don't you put her in charge?

You'd better just start dealing
with it, Hudson. Listen to me.

Hudson, just deal with
it because we need you.

And I'm sick of your bullshit.

Now, I want you to get
on a terminal and

call up some kind
of floor plan file.

Do you understand? Construction
blueprints. I don't care.

Anything that shows the layout of
this place. Are you listening?

- Yeah.
- I need to see air ducts.

I need to see electrical
access tunnels, sub-basements

every possible way
into this complex.

- We don't have much time.
- Okay.

- Okay, I'm on it.
- Hudson.

Just relax.

I'll be in Medlab. I'll check on
Gorman, continue my analysis.

Fine. You do that.

So this service tunnel must be how
they're moving back and forth.

That's right. It moves from
the processing station

right into the sublevel here.

Come down on that.
Okay, come over.

Hold. Go back. Okay, punch
that in right there.

- No. It's back here.
- Okay.

Well, there's a pressure
door at this end.

Couldn't we put one
of the remote sentry

units in the tunnel and
then seal that door?

Yeah, 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.

That way they can only come at
us from these two corridors.

All right. Then we put the other
sentry units here and here, right?

- Right.
- Outstanding.

Now all we need is
a deck of cards.

All right, people. Let's
move like we got a purpose.

- Affirmative.
- Affirmative.

Do your thing, baby.
Come on, Vasquez.

Let's get the hell outta here.

Hudson here. "A" and "B"
sentries are in place and keyed.

Roger. Stand by. Arming
now. Test it, Hudson.

- Do it.
- Fire in the hole.

Okay, great. Let's get
the hell outta here.

We're sealing the
tunnel. Come on, baby.

For what it's worth.

Here. 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, you 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.
- 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.

There's that.

Don't go, please.

Newt, I'm gonna be right
in the next room.

And you see that
camera right up there?

I can see you right
through that camera

all the time 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 oxidises
after the creature's death

completely neutralising it.

Bishop, you know,
that's very interesting

but it doesn't really get
us anywhere, does it?

I'm trying to figure out what
we're dealing with here.

Let's go through it again.

They grab the colonists,
they move them over there

and they immobilise them to
be hosts for more of these.

Which would mean that
there would have

to be a lot of these
parasites, right?

One for each colonist.
That's over 100, at least.

Yes. That follows.

But 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, man. Bees have hives.

You know what I mean.
There's, like,

one female that runs
the whole show.

- Yes, the queen.
- The mama.

She's badass, man. I mean, big.

These things ain't ants, stupid.

I know that.

Bishop, I want these
specimens destroyed

as soon as you're
finished with them.

- Is that clear?
- Mr. Burke gave instructions

that they were to be kept alive in

stasis for return to
the company labs.

He was very specific about it.

Look. Those two specimens
are worth millions

to the bio-weapons
division, right?

Now, 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 really think you
can get a dangerous

organism like that past
I.C.C. 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 that you were

responsible for the
deaths of 157 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
you didn't even warn them.

- Why didn't you warn them, Burke?
- Okay, look.

What if that ship
didn't even exist?

Do you ever think about that?

I didn't know. So now
if I went and made

a major security
situation out of it

everybody steps in,
administration steps in,

and there's no exclusive
rights for anybody.

Nobody wins. So I made a
decision, and it was wrong.

It was a bad call, Ripley.
It was a bad call.

- Bad call?
- Right.

These people are dead, Burke.

Don't you have any idea
what you've done here?

I'm gonna make sure that they nail
you right to the wall for this.

You're not gonna sleaze
your way out of this one.

Right to the wall.

Ripley. I...

You know, I expected
more from you.

I thought you'd be
smarter than this.

Well, I'm happy to disappoint you.

- What is it? What's going on?
- They're coming.

- Where?
- In the tunnel.

Here we go. "A" and "B"
g*n tracking far end.

Multiple targets.

Those a*mo counters go.

"B" g*n's down 50%.

Man, it's a sh**ting
gallery down there.

Sixty rounds left on "B."

Forty. Twenty. Ten.

"B" g*n's dry. Twenty on "A."

Ten. Five.

That's it.

Jesus, they were
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, Bishop, but
what are we looking for?

That's it. Emergency venting.

Oh, that's beautiful,
man. Oh, man,

that... that just beats it all.

- How long till it blows?
- Four hours.

With a blast radius
of 30 kilometres

equal to about 40 megatons.

We got problems.

I don't believe this. I
don't f*cking believe this.

Vasquez, close the shutters.

Why can't we shut
it down from here?

I'm sorry. The crash
caused too much damage.

An overload is inevitable
at this point.

Oh, man, and I was getting short.

Four more weeks and out. Now
I'm gonna buy it on this rock.

- It ain't half fair, man.
- Hudson, give us a break.

Four more weeks. Oh, man.

We've got to get the other
drop ship from the Sulaco.

I mean, there must be some way
of bringing it down on remote.

How? The transmitter was
on the A.P.C. It's wasted.

I don't care how, but
we'd better think

of something. We'd
better think of a way.

- Think of what? We're f*cked.
- Shut up.

- We're doomed.
- Shut up.

What about the
colony transmitters?

The uplink tower down at the other
end. Why can't we use that?

No, I checked. The hardware in

between here and
there was damaged.

We can't align the dish.

Well, somebody's gonna
have to go out there

take a portable terminal, go out
there and patch in manually.

Yeah, sure. With those
things running around?

- You can count me out.
- I'll go.

Guess we can just count
you out of everything.

I'll go.

That's right, man. Why
don't you go, man?

- I'll go.
- What?

I'll go. I mean, I'm
the only one qualified

to remote pilot the ship anyway.

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... 180 metres.

Say 40 minutes to
crawl down there...

Right.

An hour to patch in and
align the antenna.

Thirty minutes to prep the ship

and about 50 minutes flight
time. It's gonna be close.

- Good luck.
- See you soon.

Watch your fingers.

Go with God, man.

This is unbelievable.
Twenty metres and closing.

Fifteen. How many?

Can't tell. Lots.

"D" g*n's down 50%.

"C" g*n's right behind it.

Stopping them. It
ain't stopping them.

- 150 rounds on "D."
- Come on. Come on, baby. Come on.

Hundred rounds.

Come on. Come on.

"D" g*n's down to 20.

Ten.

Damn it.

Wait. They're retreating.

The g*ns 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 demoralised.
- 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 b*stards in here.

All right. Let's go.

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.

Listen, 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
r*fle, 10 millimetre

with an over-and-under
30 millimetre

pump-action grenade launcher.

Feel the weight.

Okay, what do I do?

- Okay, pull it in tight here.
- Right.

Lean into it.

All right. Now, it will kick some.

All right. When the counter
reads zero here, you...

- I press this up?
- That's right.

Get another one in
quick. Slap it in hard.

Right.

And you're ready to rock and roll.

- What's this?
- That's 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.

It's okay. It's okay.

Newt, wake up.

- What...
- Be quiet.

We're in trouble.

No.

Move, Newt.

Hey.

Help. Help.

Hicks. Somebody.

Say again, Bishop.

You've got it into auto-refuel
mode, and it's sequencing right?

- That's right.
- Okay, good. Stay on it.

Get back to me when you've
activated the launch cycle.

- Roger.
- He's at the uplink tower.

- Good.
- Terrific.

- Hicks. Hicks. Hicks.
- Help.

- Help. Help.
- Hicks, help us.

Break the glass.
Break it. Break it.

Yes.

I'll try.

Ripley, I'm scared.

Me too.

Stay here.

It's the Medlab. Hudson.

Vasquez, meet me in
Medlab. We got a fire.

We're on our way.

They're coming, Newt.

sh**t it out.

- Hudson.
- Jesus.

Christ, kid, look out.

f*cking die.

- Over there. Ready?
- Yeah. Yeah.

Now.

- Hudson?
- Yeah. All clear.

Nailed the other one.
It's history, man.

Jesus.

Burke... It was Burke.

I say we grease this rat-f*ck
son of a b*tch right now.

Just doesn't make
any g*dd*mn 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 a minute, now. We'd all know.

Yes. The only way he could do it

is if he sabotaged certain
freezers on the way home.

Namely yours.

Then he could jettison the bodies
and make up any story he liked.

f*ck. He's dead.
You're dog meat, pal.

This is so nuts.

I mean, listen... Listen
to what you're saying.

It's paranoid delusion.

It's really sad.

It's pathetic.

You know, Burke, I don't
know which species is worse.

You don't see them
f*cking each other

over for a g*dd*mn percentage.

All right. We waste
him. No offence.

No. He's gotta go back...

They cut the power.

What do you mean,
they cut the power?

How could they cut the
power, man? 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, no, it ain't you.

They're inside... inside the
perimeter. They're in here.

Hudson, stay cool. Vasquez?

Hudson may be right.

- Get back, both of you.
- 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.
Come on. Get back.

Work fast.

Cover your eyes, Newt.
Don't look at the light.

Movement. Signal's clean.

Range, 20 metres.

They found a way in,
something we missed.

We didn't miss anything.

Eighteen. Seventeen metres.

Something under the floor, not
in the plans. I don't know.

- Fifteen metres.
- Ripley.

Definitely inside the barricades.

Let's go.

- Thirteen metres.
- That's right outside the door.

- Hicks, Vasquez, get back.
- This is a big f*cking signal.

How you doing,
Vasquez? Talk to me.

Almost there.

That's it.

Twelve metres. Eleven.

- Ten.
- Then they're right on us.

Nine metres.

Remember... short,
controlled bursts.

Eight metres.

Seven.

Six.

It can't be. That's
inside the room.

It's reading right, man. Look.

Well, you're not reading it right.

Five metres, man.
Four. What the hell?

- Oh, my God. Oh...
- Give me the light.

There they go. Over
there. Get them.

Come on. Get them.

Do something, Gorman.

Get them. Look out. There's more
of them. There's more of them.

Medical. Get to
Medical. Do it. Now.

Hudson, look out. Look out.

Now.

Burke.

Open this door.

Burke. Open it.

Go. Fall back.

Go.

- Die, m*therf*cker.
- Burke.

Hudson. Hudson.

m*therf*cker. Come on. Come on.
Come and get it, baby. Come on.

I don't got all day. Come on.
Come on. Come on, you b*stard.

Come on. You too. You
want some of this?

f*ck you.

f*ck you. Hicks.

Hudson.

Come on. Let's go.

It's locked.

- Got it. Let's go. Let's go.
- Go. Go.

- Move, Gorman.
- Seal it.

Burke. g*dd*mn you.
Open this door.

Get back.

- Hurry up.
- Gorman, get out of the way.

- Ripley, this way.
- What...

Wait. Get behind me.

Whatever you're gonna
do, do it fast.

- Hicks.
- Go.

Come on. Let's go.

Move.

Which way is it to the
landing field from here?

This way.

Go right.

This way. This way.

- Which way?
- Straight ahead and left.

Bishop, do you read
me? Come in. Over.

The ship is on its way.

ETA, 16 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. It's just up here.

Hicks.

We're almost there.

Newt, wait. Newt.

Vasquez.

Go.

No.

Newt.

Up there. There's a
shortcut across the roof.

Hicks.

You always were an
as*h*le, Gorman.

- Newt. God.
- Ripley.

Newt.

Hicks. Hicks, get her. Hurry.

- Hold on, Newt.
- I'm slipping.

- Don't let go.
- Ripley.

- Hold on. Gotcha.
- Help.

I gotcha.

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 okay?

We'll have to cut it.

Climb down, honey. We've
gotta cut through.

Newt?

Now, don't move. Stay very still.

Okay.

We're almost there.
Hang in there, okay?

Hicks.

- I know.
- Hurry.

- I know.
- I mean it.

Newt? Newt, just stay still.

Almost there.

No.

Newt.

No. No.

- No. No. No.
- Let's go.

No. No. They don't k*ll you.

They... They don't
k*ll you. They...

She's alive. She's alive.

All right. I believe
you. She's alive.

We've got to go. Now.

Go.

- Hicks.
- Get it off.

Get it off.

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 wanna hear
about it, Bishop.

She's alive. There's still time.

In 19 minutes, this
area is gonna be a

cloud of vapour the
size of Nebraska.

- Hicks, 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 15 minutes

to reach minimum safe distance.

Attention. Emergency.

All personnel must
evacuate immediately.

You now have 14 minutes

to reach minimum safe distance.

- Ripley. Ripley.
- Newt.

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 4 minutes

to reach minimum safe distance.

Come on, g*dd*mn it.

Hold on to me.

Attention. Emergency.

All personnel must
evacuate immediately.

You now have 2 minutes

to reach minimum safe distance.

No...

Bishop, g*dd*mn you.

Close your eyes, baby.

Look.

Come on. Come on.

Punch it, Bishop.

It's okay. We're okay.

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.

Okay.

I'm sorry if I scared
you. That platform

was just becoming too unstable.

I had to circle and
hope that things

didn't get too rough
to take you off.

Bishop, you did okay.

- I did?
- Yeah.

Go. Move.

No. Here. Here.

Run.

Here.

Get away from her, you b*tch.

Come on. Come on.

Ripley.

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.