エイリアン(1979年)

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“ALIEN”

FADE IN

SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE:

INT. ENGINE ROOM 1

Empty, cavernous.

INT. ENGINE CUBICLE 2

Circular, jammed with instruments.

All of them idle.

Console chairs for two.

Empty.

INT. OILY CORRIDOR – “C” LEVEL 2-A

Long, dark.

Empty.

Turbos throbbing.

No other movement.

INT. CORRIDOR – “A” LEVEL 2-B

Long, empty.

INT. INFIRMARY – “A” LEVEL 2-C

Distressed ivory walls.

All instrumentation at rest.

INT. CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE – “A” LEVEL 3

Black, empty.

INT. BRIDGE 4

Vacant.

Two space helmets resting on chairs.

Electrical hum.

Lights on the helmets begin to signal one another.

Moments of silence.

A yellow light goes on.

Data mind bank in b.g.

Electronic hum.

A green light goes on in front of one helmet.

Electronic pulsing sounds.

A red light goes on in front of other helmet.

An electronic conversation ensues.

Reaches a crescendo.

Then silence.

The lights go off, save the yellow.

INT. CORRIDOR TO HYPERSLEEP VAULT: 4-A

Lights come on.

Seven gowns hang from the curved wall.

Vault door opens.

INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT 5

Explosion of escaping gas.

The lid on a freezer pops open.

Slowly, groggily, KANE sits up.

Pale.

Kane rubs the sleep from his eyes.

Stands.

Looks around.

Stretches.

Looks at the other freezer compartments.

Scratches.

Moves off.

INT. GALLEY 6

Kane plugs in a Silex.

Lights a cigarette.

Coughs.

Grinds some coffee beans.

Runs some water through.

KANE

Rise and shine, Lambert.

INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT 7

Another lid pops open.

A young woman sits up.

LAMBERT

What time is it.

KANE

(voice over)

What do you care.

INT. GALLEY 8

Pot now half-full.

Kane watches it drip.

Inhales the fragrance.

KANE

Now Dallas and Ash.

(calls out)

Good morning Captain.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Where’s the coffee.

KANE

Brewing.

LAMBERT walks into the kitchen.

Pours herself a cup.

INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT 9

Two more lids pop open.

A pair of men sit up.

Look at each other.

INT. GALLEY 10

Kane enjoys a freshly-brewed cup.

KANE

Ripley…

Another moment.

And then the sound of another lid opening.

KANE

And if we have Parker, can

Brett be far behind.

Lid opening sound.

KANE

Right.

INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT 11

DALLAS looks at his groggy circus.

DALLAS

One of you jokers get the cat.

RIPLEY picks up a limp cat out of one of the compartments.

INT. MESS 12

The crew of the United States commercial starship Nostromo

seated around a table.

Dallas………Captain

Kane………..Executive Officer

Ripley………Warrant Officer

Ash…………Science Officer

Lambert……..Navigator

Parker………Engineer

Brett……….Engineering Technician

Jones……….Cat

Five men and two women: Lambert and Ripley.

LAMBERT

Jesus am I cold.

PARKER

Still with us, Brett.

BRETT

Yo.

RIPLEY

Lucky us.

They yawn, stretch, shiver.

Dallas looks over at a flashing yellow light.

KANE

I feel dead.

Kane is not yet fully awake.

Yawns.

PARKER

You look dead.

ASH

Nice to be back.

PARKER

Before we dock maybe we’d

better go over the bonus

situation.

BRETT

Yeah.

PARKER

Brett and I think we deserve a

full share.

DALLAS

You two will get what you

contracted for. Just like

everybody else.

BRETT

Everybody else gets more than us.

DALLAS

Everybody else deserves more

than you two.

ASH

Mother wants to talk to you.

DALLAS

I saw it. Yellow light for my

eyes only…Now, everybody hit

their stations.

INT. COMPUTER ROOM ANNEX 13

Floor to ceiling data banks.

Another flashing yellow light.

A legend underneath.

COMMAND PRIORITY ACCESS ONLY.

Dallas enters.

Sits at his console.

Removes insignia master computer key attached to

his shirt.

Plug it into the board under the light.

All banks burst into life.

Dallas punches up a computer code on the keyboard.

Legend on the screen…

What’s my God damn key.

Print-out from computer answers…

01335 on the binary side.

DALLAS

Thank you Mother.

Dallas punches up the combination on the keyboard.

Immediately start getting a readout.

CUT TO:

INT. BRIDGE 14

Above eye level the room is ringed by viewscreens.

All of them blank.

Kane, Ripley, and Lambert enter.

Dallas’ seat remains empty.

All of them now dressed; they find their way to individual

consoles.

Ripley puts down the cat, straps herself into the high-

backed chair.

KANE

Plug us in.

All three crew members begin throwing switches.

The control room starts to come to life.

Colored lights flicker.

Chase each other across glowing screens.

KANE

Give us something to look at.

Lambert presses a bank of switches.

Viewscreens glimmer into life.

LAMBERT

Take a look at this.

On each screen, blackness speckled with stars.

LAMBERT

Where’s Earth.

KANE

You’re the navigator.

RIPLEY

That’s not our system.

KANE

Scan.

Lambert hits several toggles.

On the screens the images begin to drift.

ONE OF THE SCREENS 15

A moving image of a starfield.

EXT. NOSTROMO 16

The Factory Starship lumbering with the depths

of inter-stellar space.

Function: Petroleum tanker and Refinery.

Capacity: 2000,000,000 tons.

Length: One and one half kilometers.

Battered exterior encrusted with dark sludge.

INT. BRIDGE 17

Lambert pores over charts.

Consults her console.

Puzzled.

KANE

Contact traffic control.

Ripley switches on her transmission unit.

RIPLEY

This is commercial vessel Nostromo.

Registration number 180246. Do

you read me. Over.

Nothing but the hiss of static.

RIPLEY

Nothing.

KANE

Keep trying.

Turns to Lambert.

Ripley attempting transmission in b.g.

KANE

You got a reading yet.

LAMBERT

We’re way out in the boondocks

here…

KANE

Keep trying…

LAMBERT

Working on it.

Eureka.

LAMBERT

Found it.

KANE

Hard to believe.

LAMBERT

What the hell are we doing out

here.

KANE

What are you talking about.

RIPLEY

It’s not our system.

INT. ENGINE ROOM 17-A

Giant reactor system purring smoothly.

INT. ENGINE ROOM 18

PARKER and BRETT in a glass cubicle. Each having a beer.

Huge powerplant stretching before them.

All units on automatic hyper-drive.

Parker hits a switch above his desk. A green light goes on.

PARKER

How’s your light?

BRETT

Green.

PARKER

Mine too.

They both take a swig.

Suddenly a beeper signal begins.

PARKER

Christ. What is it now.

BRETT

Right.

RIPLEY

(voice over)

Report to the mess.

INT. OILY CORRIDOR – “C” LEVEL 19

PARKER

I want to know why they never

come down here. This is where

the work is.

BRETT

Same reason we have half a

share to their one, our time is

their time, that’s the way they

see it.

PARKER

Well, I’ll tell you

something… it stinks.

They move towards the companionway.

INT. MESS 20

Entire crew present.

DALLAS

Some of you may have figured

out that we’re not home.

BRETT

What the hell.

DALLAS

Mother’s interrupted the course

of the voyage.

DALLAS

Mother is programmed to interrupt

the course of out voyage if

certain conditions arise. They

have…

(pause)

We’ve received intermittent

transmission from quadrant points

QBR 157, 052. Somebody’s gone

down.

BRETT

So what.

KANE

We’re obligated under Section B2…

PARKER

Christ. We’re a commerical ship

not some rescue team. This kind

of duty’s not in our contract.

ASH

You better read your contract.

Transmissions received in non-

commercial lanes…

Dallas gives Parker and Brett a look.

DALLAS

We’re going in, that’s it.

Brett knows when to ease up.

BRETT

Right, we’re going in.

(smiles)

Sir.

Dallas turns to ASH.

DALLAS

Can we land on it.

He takes a print-out from Mother out of his hand.

ASH

The other ship did.

DALLAS

That’s what I mean.

Studies the print-out.

ASH

It’s big enough. Can’t see any

reason why not.

CUT TO:

EXT. NOSTROMO AND REFINERY APPROACHING THE 20-A

STAR/PLANET SYSTEM

OUT 21-

23

INT. BRIDGE 24

Dallas at his console speaking to Ash.

DALLAS

We’re coming into range of the

planet. What kind of orbit do

you plan for the cargo.

ASH

Z local vertical mode.

DALLAS

You figure it will hold that.

ASH

You worried about redundancy

management disabling CMGS control.

DALLAS

Yeah.

ASH

CMG control is inhibited via

DAS/DCS. We’ll augment with

TACS and monitor through ATMDC

and computer interface.

(pause)

Feel better?

DALLAS

A lot.

EXT. NOSTROMO 25

Moving within range of the planet.

INT. BRIDGE 26

The crew strap themselves to their seats.

DALLAS

Prepare for separation and

orbital insertion of the cargo.

Much preparation for separation, etc.

DALLAS

Give me an EC Pressure reading.

ASH

3.45 n/c m^2 squared (5 psia)

DALLAS

Shout if it changes. Deactivate

probe retract system.

KANE

What about the pressure seal.

Dallas hits appropriate switches.

DALLAS

Now the probe retract system.

Kane hits other equally appropriate switches.

KANE

Okay.

DALLAS

Release captive hatches and

disengage probe.

Kane working switches and buttons.

KANE

Disengaged.

Dallas pucnhes buttons of his own.

EXT. NOSTROMO 27

The Refinery separates from Nostromo.

INT. BRIDGE 28

Dallas watches the refinery moving away on a viewscreen.

KANE

All free and clear.

DALLAS

Ash.

ASH

Orbital insertion complete.

DALLAS

Okay. The money’s safe. Let’s

take it down.

EXT. NOSTROMO 29

Engines coughing to life.

Nostromo begins its descent.

Below night’s tide rolls across the planet’s surface.

INT. BRIDGE 30

The viewscreen shimmers.

RIPLEY

Turbulence.

EXT. NOSTROMO 31

Tug-module hydroplaning downward.

A set of brilliant lights switch on.

Cut through the thick atmosphere.

INT. ENGINE ROOM – CUBICLE 32

Parker and Brett strapped in their seats.

Begin rocking from the sudden, extreme turbulence.

PARKER

Chirst. Overloading. What the

hell are we going through.

BRETT

Dust fritzing the compressor.

PARKER

There goes the conversion

stabilizer.

BRETT

I don’t know if the digital

solenoid…

PARKER

Forget it. If we don’t crash,

dollars to your aunt’s cherry

we get an electrical fire…

INT. BRIDGE 33

The turbulence continues unabated.

Lambert’s eyes follow cross-plot gauges.

LAMBERT

Drop begins…now. Fifteen

kilometers and descending…

twelve…ten…eight and

slowing. Five. Three. Two.

One kilometer and slowing.

DALLAS

Lock tractor breams.

A loud electrical hum.

KANE

Locked.

DALLAS

Kill drive engines.

The engines fall silent.

LAMBERT

Nine hundred meters and dropping.

Eight hundred. Seven hundred.

EXT. PLANET – NIGHT 34

Storm blowing across the night-shrouded surface.

The Nostromo hovers on glowing beams of light.

Landing struts unfold like insect legs.

The ship slams down.

Rocks heavily on massive shock absorbers.

INT. BRIDGE – NIGHT 35

RIPLEY

We’re down.

An enormous vibration.

The panels in the room flash simultaneously.

Light go out.

KANE

Lost it. Lost it.

INT. ENGINE ROOM 36

Another huge vibration.

An electrical fire breaks out along three control panels.

INT. OILY CORRIDOR 36-A

Huge flash fire whips along corridor.

INT. ENGINE ROOM – CUBICLE 37

Parker and Brett see the pandemonium below.

Brett hits the secondary generator switch.

A pressure valve blows.

Another conduit breaks loose.

All lights go out.

They grab hand lights from wall.

INT. BRIDGE 38

Still in darkness.

LAMBERT

Secondary generator should

kick over.

KANE

Where is it.

Moments. Nothing. Kane grabs emergency headlamp from

facia.

Followed by Dallas and Lambert.

DALLAS

What happened?

Ripley hits the voice-amp.

RIPLEY

Engine room, what happened.

PARKER

(voicer over)

God damn electrical fire, that’s

what happened.

BRETT

(voice over)

It’s big.

INT. ENGINE ROOM 39

Parker fighting an electrical fire on one of his panels.

Brett shouting into his voice-amp.

BRETT

The intakes are clogged. We

overheated and burned out a

whole cell…Christ, it’s really

breaking loose down here…

INT. BRIDGE 40

DALLAS

Somebody give me a simple answer,

Has the hull been breached.

Ripley scans her gauges.

RIPLEY

I don’t see anything. We’ve still

got pressure.

A beep from the communicator.

DALLAS

Hit the screen.

Kane snaps three toggles.

The screens flicker, but remain black.

KANE

Nothing.

EXT. SHIP – NIGHT 41

The wind sounds.

Storm continues to blow around the craft.

A few glittering lights distinguish the Nostromo from

absolute darkness.

INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 42

Parker on the communicator to the bridge.

PARKER

4 panel is totally shot, the

secondary load sharing unit is

out, at least three cells on

12 module are gone.

INT. BRIDGE 43

Ripley listening to Parker.

Dallas standing over her.

No images on any screens.

RIPLEY

Is that it.

PARKER

(voice over)

Couldn’t fix it out here anyway.

And we need to reroute a couple

of these ducts. Can’t really fix

them without a whole drydock…

DALLAS

What else.

PARKER

(voice over)

We lost a cell. Some fragments

caked up and blew the whole

system. We’ve got to clean it

all out and repressurize.

BRETT

(voice over)

Right.

RIPLEY

Get started on 4 panel. I’ll

be down in five minutes.

She shuts off her voice communicator.

DALLAS

How long before we’re functional.

RIPLEY

Fifteen to twenty hours…

DALLAS

Stay on it. What about the

auxiliaries.

RIPLEY

Working on it.

EXT. SHIP – NIGHT 44

Bridge lights come to life.

Illuminate nothing but a patch of featureless ground.

The wind and storm now at a higher pitch.

OUT 45

INT. BRIDGE 46

Dallas, Kane, Lambert, and Ash.

Slouched around the bridge.

Drinking coffee.

Occasionally staring at the opaque screens.

DALLAS

Any response yet.

ASH

Nothing but the same transmission

every thirty-two seconds. All

the other channels are dead.

Pause.

DALLAS

Kick on the floods.

CUT TO:

EXT. SHIP 46-A

A ring of floodlights comes to life.

Dimly illuminating the rocky landscape.

The wind and dust now at a higher pitch.

CUT TO:

INT. BRIDGE – NIGHT 46-B

Dallas stares at the dark screens.

KANE

We can’t go anywhere in this.

ASH

Mother says the sun’s coming up

in about twenty minutes.

DALLAS

How far from the source of the

transmission.

ASH

Northeast… about 3000 meters.

KANE

Close enough to walk.

DALLAS

Let’s run an atmospheric.

Ash punches buttons, starts to consult his panel.

ASH

10 percent agron, 85 precent

nitrogen, 5 percent neon…I’m

working on the trace elements.

DALLAS

Pressure.

ASH

Ten to the fourth dynes per square

centimeter.

KANE

Moisture content.

ASH

None. Zero.

DALLAS

Anything else.

ASH

Rock, lava base. And cold…

well below the centrigrade line.

KANE

I volunteer for the first group

going out.

DALLAS

I hear you. Lambert. You too.

Pause.

LAMBERT

Swell.

DALLAS

One more thing. Let’s get out

some weapons.

EXT. SHIP – DAWN 47

Sunrise.

The atmosphere begins to lighten.

Silhouette of the Nostromo becoming dimly visible.

Starship perched on barren rock.

More rolling clouds of dust.

The floodlights automatically shut off.

INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 48

Parker and Brett laser welding one of the ducts.

Shirts off.

Sweat steaming.

Ripley rewiring one of the panels.

Parker shuts down the laser, inspects the fusion.

PARKER

Hey, Ripley, I got a question.

RIPLEY

Yeah.

PARKER

Do we get to go out on the

expedition or are we stuck here

until everything’s fixed.

RIPLEY

You know the answer to that.

BRETT

What about the shares in case

they find anything.

RIPLEY

Don’t worry, you’ll both get

what’s coming to you.

BRETT

I’m not doing any more work unless

we get full shares.

RIPLEY

You’re guaranteed by law that

you’ll get a share… Now both

of you knock it off and get back

to work.

Parker looks at her.

Snaps on the laser weld.

Starts to join another section of the duct.

BRETT

Right.

INT. MAIN AIR LOCK – DAWN 49

Dallas, Kane and Lambert enter the lock.

All wear gloves, boots, jackets.

Carry laser pistols.

Kane touches a button.

Servo whine.

Then the inner door slides quietly shut.

The trio pull on their helmets.

DALLAS

I’m sending. Do you hear me.

KANE

Receiving.

LAMBERT

Receiving.

DALLAS

All right. Keep away from the

weapons unless I say otherwise.

INT. ASH’S BLISTER – DAWN 50

Ash descends companionway to blister.

Punches up screens and instrumentation.

INT. MAIN AIR LOCK – DAWN 51

DALLAS

Open the hatch.

Another servo whine.

Ponderously, the outer lock hatch slides open.

Clouds of dust and steam swirl before the three crew members.

A mobile gangway slides out the open hatch.

Burnt orange sunlight beyond.

EXT. PLANET – DAWN 52

The trio walk down the gangplank.

Arrive at surface level.

Their feet striking onto a thick layer of lava rock.

The wind at gale force.

DALLAS

Which way.

LAMBERT

Over here.

DALLAS

You lead.

Lambert walks into the storm.

Followed closely by the others.

LAMBERT

Now I can’t see a God damn thing.

ASH

(voice over)

Turn on the finder.

DALLAS

It’s on…Ash are you receiving.

INT. ASH’S BLISTER – DAWN 53

Ash leaning over his console.

Watches them beneath him.

Corresponding images on the screen in front of him.

ASH

See you. Read you. Good contact

on my board.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Getting you clear and free. Let’s

keep the line open.

EXT. PLANET – DAWN 54

The three crew members push their way along.

Like divers at the bottom of a dark sea.

The wind and dust continues driving down in dark sheets.

Lambert repeats.

LAMBERT

Can’t see more than three meters

in any direction.

KANE

Quit griping.

LAMBERT

I like griping.

DALLAS

Come on.

They wade on, following Lambert.

She halts abruptly.

Confused.

INT. BLISTER – DAWN 55

Ash watches intently.

Images on each screen of the trio.

LAMBERT

(voice over)

I’ve got it again.

ASH

Any problems.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Yeah. A lot of dust and wind.

Starting to get some fade on the

beam.

EXT. PLANET – DAWN 56

The trio moves through a dark limbo.

LAMBERT

This way.

Lambert indicates left.

Moves in that direction.

The others follow.

The storm growing.

KANE

It’s close.

They approach a towering rock formation.

The transmission stops.

LAMBERT

It’s gone again.

KANE

Did we pass it.

DALLAS

Not unless it’s underground.

Let’s take a break

They shelter with the rock formation.

Storm howls round them.

Dallas adjusts headset.

The signals starts.

DALLAS

I’ve got it again. Let’s go.

LAMBERT

How about our break.

DALLAS

No. Let’s more on while we’re

got the signal, again.

Dallas gets up.

They stand for a moment…

Then move away from the rock formation.

Fossilized into the other side of the rock is a shape.

Fifteen feet tall.

Unseen by the members of the party.

INT. BLISTER – DAWN 56-A

Ash receiving the video transmission.

Notices something within the formation.

Freezes the image.

Enlarges it.

Enlarges again.

EXT. THE NOSTROMO – SUNRISE 57

Atmosphere turning the color of blood.

Then the sun is up.

EXT. THE NOSTROMO – SUNRISE 58

Brett and Parker still at work.

Ripley moves away from her panel in triumph…

RIPLEY

You ought to be able to handle

the rest.

PARKER

Don’t worry.

RIPLEY

If you run into trouble, I’ll be

on the bridge.

BRETT

Right.

She leaves.

PARKER

Bitch.

INT. BLISTER – DAY 59

Ash still working on the video image.

Enhances the enlargement.

Transfers the image to cathode ray.

The image reveals itself to be a giant form. Indistinct.

Ripley’s voice comes over.

RIPLEY

(voice over)

How’s it going.

Ash quickly shuts off the video image.

Hits the intercom.

INT. BRIDGE 60

Ripley at her console.

Looking at Ash on her screen.

Ash’s video image not visible to Ripley.

ASH

(voice over)

All right.

RIPLEY

Have you tried putting the

transmission through ECIU.

ASH

(voice over)

Mother hasn’t identified it as yet.

It’s not a language.

RIPLEY

I’ll give it a shot.

ASH

(voice over)

Be my guest.

She pushes some button.

The noise is now heard on her speaker.

EXT. PLANET – DAY 61

Dust clearing.

Three tiny figures against the landscape.

EXT. PLANET – DAY 62

Empty landscape.

Then Kane comes up over a rise startled by what he sees.

Suddenly the transmission is deafening.

KANE

Jesus Christ.

Dallas and Lambert join him equally startled.

THEIR P.O.V. – DAY 63

A gargantuan construction rising from the rock.

Clearly of nonhuman manufacture.

EXT. PLANET – DAY 64

Noise still at shrill pitch.

All members of the party shouting into their voice-amps.

KANE

Some kind of spaceship.

LAMBERT

Are you sure. It’s weird…

DALLAS

Ash, can you see this.

INT. ASH’S BLISTER – DAY 65

Ash looking at the craft on a screen.

ASH

Yeah. Never seen one like it.

Neither has Mother.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Keep checking for enhancement.

ASH

Whatever the transmission is,

it’s inside that.

KANE

(voice over)

I’ll go in and have a look.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Hold on. Ash, I don’t see any

lights or movements. Do you.

ASH

I can’t get any reading.

EXT. PLANET – DAY 66

ASH

(voice over)

It’s putting out so much power

I just can’t get any reading.

Dallas shuts off his receiver.

Sudden quiet.

A long moment.

DALLAS

It looks pretty dead from here.

We’ll approach the base.

They move toward the ship.

INT. BLISTER – DAY 67

Ash still adjusting image of form in rock.

It suddenly resolves.

A skeleton. Fifteen feet long.

He enlarges the image.

DALLAS

(voice over)

There’s only one thing I can…

Dallas’ voice fades in and out.

As do their images on the screen.

ASH

Dallas…

(frantically punches

buttons on console)

Dallas…Do you read me.

No reply.

INT. BRIDGE – DAY 67-A

Ripley is running the transmission through ECIU.

Over the speakers Dallas’ voice fades in.

DALLAS

(voice over)

No sign of life. No lights…

No movement…

She studies a long series of binary programs…

DALLAS

(voice over)

We’re beneath the base.

His voice fades into static.

Disappears.

CUT TO:

EXT. STRUCTURE – DAY 68

The lower part of the entrance filled with dust and pumice.

KANE

Looks like an entrance.

DALLAS

Yeah… Let’s move inside…

They climb up to one of the apertures and enter.

INT. CHAMBER – DAY 69

They move into a high-ceilinged chamber.

Walls covered with shadowy lattices.

Ghostly light filters dust-filled air.

A few meters in an opening appears.

Dallas leans over and looks into the hole.

Only blackness.

He unclips the light from his belt.

Shines it down into the hole.

DALLAS

It just goes down… smooth walls.

I can’t see the bottom, light

won’t reach.

Kane and Lambert come over.

Dallas begins unclipping gear from his belt.

DALLAS

Let’s take a look around here

first.

Kane and Lambert exchange a glance.

Dallas shines his light about, sees…

A large, glossy urn, tan coloration.

Round opening at the rop, empty within.

Then Dallas shines his light on nearby lattice…

Moves closer.

DALLAS

Over here.

They approach.

Train their lights along the floor.

A machine.

On the mechanism, a small bar moves steadily back

and forth.

Sliding noiselessly in the grooves.

KANE

Still functioning.

Lambert looks down at her direction finder.

LAMBERT

Automatic recording.

Dallas snaps it off.

DALLAS

Now for a look down below.

(looks at Kane)

This is your big chance.

KANE

Okay.

DALLAS

Don’t unhook yourself from the

cable. Be out in less than ten

minutes. Read me.

KANE

Aye aye.

Dallas rigs a tripod over the opening in the floor.

Unspools a couple of feet of wire.

Kane attaches the end of it to his chest unit.

Climbs over the lip and drops it into the hole.

Now hanging by the wire…

Head and shoulders out of the opening.

Kane activates the climbing unit.

Lowers himself into the fissure.

INT. STRUCTURE OPENING 70

Kane braces his feet against the wall of the vertical shaft.

Switches on his light, points it into the depths.

The beam penetrates only thirty feet or so, then is lost in

darkness.

KANE

Hotter in here. Warm air rising

from below.

He starts down, playing out the line.

Descending in short leaps.

Stops to catch his breath.

Breathing rasping loudly in his helmet.

A little sunlight filters from above.

Looking up, Kane can see the mouth of the hole…

A glowing spot of light.

DALLAS

(voice over)

You okay in there.

KANE

Haven’t hit bottom yet.

This is work. Can’t talk now.

He kicks off and continues down.

Taking longer and longer hops as he gains confidence.

Pausing for a moment to regain his breath, he shines the

light on his instruments.

KANE

I’m below ground level.

INT. BRIDGE 71

Ripley at her console, still working on transmission.

Gets a readout.

Looks worried.

Speaks into communicator.

RIPLEY

Ash, tell Dallas Mother speculates

that the noise is some kind of

warning.

ASH

(voice over)

I can’t tell him anything. I’ve

lost contact. The transmission

around the ship is killing all

communications.

Pause.

RIPLEY

I’m going out after them.

ASH

(voice over)

I don’t think so. We can’t

spare the personnel. We’ve

got minimum takeoff capability

right now. That’s why Dallas

left us on board.

RIPLEY

I still think we should go after

them.

ASH

(voice over)

What’s the point. In the time

it take to get there. They’ll

know if it’s a warning.

Ripley looks steadily at Ash on her monitor.

His screen, not visible to her, shows blowup of helmeted,

skeletal head. Not human.

INT. STRUCTURE 72

Kane resumes his downward climb.

Suddenly, his feet lose their purchase as the walls of the

shaft disappear.

The tunnel has reached its end.

Below him is a dark, cavernous space.

Deep breaths due to his violent exertion.

DALLAS

(voice over)

See anything?

KANE

No…Tunnel’s gone. Cave or

something below me. Feels like

the goddamn tropics in here…

He consults his instruments.

Helmet instrumentation strobing softly in the darkness.

KANE

…high nitrogen content, no

oxygen…

Still puffing, he releases his purchase on the stone walls.

Begins to lower himself on power.

Now Kane is dangling free in darkness.

Spinning slowly on the wire as the chest unit unwinds.

Then his feet hit bottom.

Kane grunts in surprise, almost loses his balance.

He flashes his suit lights.

The beams reveal that he is in a large hold.

Row after row of extrusions stretch from floor to ceiling.

KANE

This is weird.

DALLAS

(voice over)

What do you mean.

KANE

There’s something all over the

walls.

Kane walks across the chamber.

Examines the organic protrusions.

INT. CHAMBER ABOVE 73

Dallas and Lambert.

DALLAS

How long till sunset.

LAMBERT

Twenty minutes.

A look from Lambert.

INT. HOLD 74

Kane approaches the center of the room.

On the floor are rows of leathery ovoid shapes.

He walks around them.

Shines his light on one.

KANE

It’s like some kind of storage

area. Is anybody there. Do

you read me.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Loud and clear.

KANE

The place is full of leathery

things sealed…soft to the

touch.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Can you see what’s in them.

KANE

I’ll give it a look.

He tries to open one of them.

It won’t open.

KANE

Strange feeling to it.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Don’t open it. You don’t know

what’s in it.

Kane peers closely at the leathery ovoids.

Turns away.

Raised areas begin to appear where he touched it.

He moves his light along the rows.

Turns back to the one he was examining.

Something has changed.

The opaque surface begins to clear.

Object becoming visible within.

Kane shines his light on the floor at the base of it.

He studies it.

KANE

Jesus…

DALLAS

(voice over)

What.

Viscera and mandible now visible.

The interior surface spongy and irregular.

Kane shines the light inside.

With shocking violence, a small creature smashes outward.

Fixes itself to his mask.

Sizzling sound.

The creature melts through the mask.

Attaches itself to Kane’s face.

Kane tears at the thing with his hands.

His mouth forced open.

He falls backward.

INT. CHAMBER ABOVE 75

DALLAS

Kane…Kane can you hear me.

LAMBERT

What’s the matter.

DALLAS

We better haul him out.

LAMBERT

It’ll yank him right off his feet

if he’s not expecting it.

DALLAS

Try him again.

LAMBERT

Kane…Kane…Goddamn it. Answer

me.

Dallas begins to fiddle with the wench mechanism.

DALLAS

The line’s slack.

Pause.

LAMBERT

He doesn’t answer.

(pause)

Do you think he could have unhooked

himself.

Dallas switches on the winch motor.

With a whine, it begins to reel the line in.

After a moment the line tightens with a jerk.

The motor slows, laboring under added weight.

DALLAS

It caught.

LAMBERT

Is it hooked on something.

DALLAS

No, it’s coming.

LAMBERT

I can’t see anything.

Dallas shines his light down into the hole.

Shakes his head.

DALLAS

Line’s still moving.

A long moment.

Dallas shines his light again.

DALLAS

Here he comes.

The winch labors heavily.

DALLAS

Get ready to grab him.

Kane appears at the top of the opening.

Dangles limply from the wire.

Dallas reaches for him, then recoils.

DALLAS

Look out. There’s something on

his face.

Lambert attempts to help.

LAMBERT

What is it.

Kane appears to be completely unconscious.

The life form is still wrapped motionless around his face.

LAMBERT

Oh Jesus.

DALLAS

Don’t touch it.

They grapple with Kane’s limp body.

Lift him from the hole.

INT. ENTRANCE TO DERELICT – SUNSET 75-A

Kane is now pinioned betweeb Dallas and Lambert.

The storm raging through and beyond the entrance…

Dallas begins to assemble travois.

EXT. THE NOSTROMO – SUNSET 75-B

Atmosphere turning the color of blood.

And the sun is down.

The ring of floodlights on the ship comes to life.

Feebly combatting the darkness and continuing storm.

INT. BRIDGE 76

Jones the cat staring through a port opening at the storm.

Ripley waiting on the bridge.

Ash stares at his inactive monitors.

Suddenly:

ASH

We’ve got them. They’re back

on the screens.

RIPLEY

How many.

ASH

Three blips. They’re coming

this way.

Ripley presses transmitter.

RIPLEY

Dallas, Lambert. Can you read me.

DALLAS

(voice over)

We hear you. We’re coming back…

Kane’s injured… We’ll need some

help getting him in.

Ripley stares at the screen.

ASH

I’ll go.

Ash moves from the room.

Ripley remains seated at her console.

EXT. LANDING LEG – NIGHT 76-a

Dallas and Lambert dragging Kane on a travois towards landing

leg.

INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK 77

Ash comes down the steps.

Hurries to the inner door lock.

Presses the wall voice-amp.

ASH

Ripley, I’m by the inner lock

hatch.

RIPLEY

(voice over)

Okay.

EXT. LANDING LEG – NIGHT 77-A

Dallas and Lambert drag Kane onto lift platform.

OUT 78

INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK 79

Parker comes running up.

PARKER

What’s going on.

ASH

Kane got hurt somehow.

PARKER

How bad.

Ash shrugs.

Brett appears at the top of the companionway.

Puzzled look on his face.

INT. BRIDGE 80

Ripley seated alone in the room.

Dallas appears as a huge image on all screens.

Lambert behind him.

Kane pinioned to Dallas.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Ripley, are you there.

RIPLEY

Right here.

DALLAS

(voice over)

We’re coming up. Open the

lock.

RIPLEY

What happened to Kane. I need

a clear definition.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Some kind of organism. It’s

attached itself to him. Let

is in.

(long moment)

You hear me. Open the lock.

RIPLEY

If we let it in, the ship could

be infected.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Goddamn it. Open the hatch.

RIPLEY

We’re already broken every rule

or quarantine. If we bring an

organism on board, we won’t have

a single layer of defense left.

LAMBERT

(voice over)

Open the God damn hatch. We

have to get him inside.

RIPLEY

I can’t. If you were in my

position you’d do the same.

INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK 81

DALLAS

(voice over)

Ripley, do you hear me.

RIPLEY

(voice over)

I read you. The answer is negative.

Ash hits the emergency switch.

A red light goes on.

Servo whine.

Followed by a solid metallic chunk.

ASH

Inner hatch open.

INT. BRIDGE – NIGHT 82

Ripley staring at the console.

She can’t believe what she sees.

Turns to the viewscreens.

Watches Dallas, Kane and Lambert enter.

INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK 83

The servo again turns over.

Another clunk.

The outer door has closed.

Red light off.

The inner door slides open.

Dallas and Lambert stagger into passageway.

Carry Kane’s body between them.

Dallas pulls off his helmet.

DALLAS

Stay clear.

Ash and Parker move back.

ASH

God.

PARKER

Is it alive.

LAMBERT

I don’t know, but don’t touch it.

DALLAS

Take him to the infirmary.

BRETT

Right.

Ash and Brett move in carefully to help with the limp burden.

INT. INFIRMARY 84

Kane’s helmet.

Hands begin to open it with a laser cutter.

The helmet separates easily.

The two halves part…

…The life form slowly pulsing on Kane’s face.

Dallas hesitates, then puts his hand on the small Creature.

Tries to pull it free.

Unsuccessful.

The Alien remains anchored to Kane’s tissue.

ASH

Let me try.

Ash takes a pair of pliers from a rack.

Carefully grasps the tip of the Creature.

Squeezes tightly.

Leans back.

DALLAS

You’re tearing his face.

A trickle of blood appears on Kane’s cheek.

BRETT

It’s not going to come off without

pulling his whole faceoff at the

same time.

DALLAS

Let the machine work on him.

The Ash presses a switch.

The machine lights up.

Kane is sucked into a slot on the wall.

Visible inside through the glass layer.

A blinding colored light performs antisepsis.

Two video monitors pop on.

ANGLE ON THE DOORWAY 84-A

Ripley appears.

Dallas turns and looks at her.

A long moment.

DALLAS

When I give an order, I expect

it to be obeyed.

RIPLEY

Even if it’s against the law.

DALLAS

That’s right.

Lambert steps forward and slaps Ripley across the face.

Ripley slowly puts her hand to her cheek.

LAMBERT

You were going to leave us out there.

PARKER

Maybe she should have. Who the

hell knows what that is.

BRETT

Right.

Ripley looks at Lambert.

A moment.

RIPLEY

Let’s call it settled.

Lambert gives her a curt nod.

Ash turns attention to the instrumentation.

RIPLEY

Somebody fill me in.

DALLAS

He went into the structure alone,

we lost radio contact. When we

pulled him out, it was on his face…

ASH

Where did it come from…

DALLAS

Somewhere inside that ship.

PARKER

How the hell is he breathing.

They study the monitors.

ASH

Blood’s throughly oxygenated.

DALLAS

How. His nose and mouth seem

to be blocked.

ASH

We better look inside his head.

Ash punches three buttons.

An X-ray image appears.

A color depiction of Kane’s head and upper torso.

The Alien is clearly visible.

A maze of complicated biology.

Kane’s jaws are forced open.

The creature has extruded a long tube down his mouth and

throat.

The appendage ending at the base of the esophagus.

BRETT

It’s got something down his goddamn

throat.

ASH

That must be how it’s getting

oxygen to him.

RIPLEY

It doesn’t make sense. It paralyzes

him, puts him into a coma, then

keeps him alive.

PARKER

Let’s kill it. We can’t leave the

damn thing on him.

ASH

I don’t know. At the moment the

Creature is keeping him alive.

If we remove it we might

terminate Kane…

DALLAS

I don’t think so. Let’s take the

chance and cut it off him.

ASH

You’ll take the responsibility.

DALLAS

That’s right.

Slips into surgical gloves.

Presses a switch, Kane slides back out of the booth.

DALLAS

Give me the knife.

Ripley takes a surgical laser blade from the case.

Carefully passes it to Dallas.

He manipulates the knife until he has a comfortable grip.

Flicks a small button with his thumb.

The blade begins to hum.

Dallas advances on Kane’s prostrate form.

Touches the scalpel to the Creature.

The electronic blade slices effortlessly downward.

Suddenly a urine-like fluid begins to drip from the wound.

DALLAS

Starting to bleed.

The liquid flows onto the bedding next to Kane’s head.

Starts to hiss.

Smoke curls up from the stain.

Next the yellow fluid eats a hole through the bunk bed.

Then drips onto the deck below.

Metal bubbling and sizzling.

More smoke rising, sending the crew into a coughing jag.

The crew jostle their way out of the cabin.

Huddle in the passageway outside, still coughing.

Dallas frantically applies pressure to the wound.

In the process, smoke of the fluid gets on Dallas’s gloves.

They begin to smoke.

Dallas leaps back, pulls them off.

Then runs out into the corridor.

INT. PASSAGEWAY OUTSIDE INFIRMARY 85

BRETT

Shit. It’s going to eat through

the decks and go out the hull…

He starta to run for the companionway.

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” DECK 86

Dallas wrenches an emergency lamp from a socket.

Hurls himself down a companionway.

The others follow.

DALLAS

There.

A droplet of fluid is sizzling on the ceiling bulkhead.

It oozes down.

Drips to the deck.

Continues to bubble.

Then goes through the bulkhead.

ASH

What can we put under it.

Ripley and Parker charge down the companionway below.

INT. SECOND LEVEL – “C” DECK 87

Ripley and Parker move cautiously down the passageway.

Look up to the ceiling bulkhead.

PARKER

Don’t get under it.

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” DECK 88

Dallas, Brett and Ash crouch by the spot where the acid

sizzles.

Ash fishes a pen out of his pocket.

Probes the hole in the deck.

ASH

It’s stopped penetrating.

Ripley comes charging back up.

RIPLEY

What’s happening.

ASH

I think it’s lost steam. No

longer active.

Ripley checks the opening.

Ash straightens up.

Starts to put the pen back in his pocket.

Changes his mind and stands holding it by the end.

ASH

I’ve never seen anything like that,

except molecular acid…

BRETT

This thing uses it for blood.

ASH

It’s the asbestos that stopped it,

otherwise it would have gone straight

through.

DALLAS

Wonderful defense mechanism.

You don’t dare kill it.

Parker comes up the companionway.

PARKER

It’s stopped bleeding.

DALLAS

Yeah. After is penetrated two

levels.

RIPLEY

What about Kane.

Starts up companionway.

INT. INFIRMARY 89

They return.

Kane still motionless on the bunk.

The Alien remains secured to his face.

Wound completely healed over.

PARKER

Any of the acid get on him.

Dallas approaches, peers at Kane’s head.

DALLAS

Doesn’t look like it.

BRETT

Is it still dripping that crap.

ASH

Healed over.

LAMBERT

There must be some way we can get

it off.

And look at Dallas.

ASH

I don’t think you ought to try

again. It didn’t work out too well

last time.

Dallas gives him a look in return.

Ripley presses a button.

Kane slides back into the diagnostic coffin.

More buttons pressed.

Display lights up again, showing the different parts of

Kane’s body.

ASH

I better get some intravenous

feeding started. So far I can’t

tell what the Alien has absorbed

from his system.

The machine begins to process Kane’s body.

RIPLEY

What’s the stain on his lungs.

The X-ray reveals a spreading dark blot in the chest cavity.

At the center, the stain is completely opaque.

ASH

Whatever it is, it’s blocking

the X-ray.

A long moment.

The stain spreads.

BRETT

What happens know.

Ash sets aside his partially melted pen.

Looks at Dallas.

DALLAS

You go back to work.

INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 90

Brett at work in the cubicle.

Parker supervising him.

BRETT

I think I’ve got it. Give it a

try.

Parker pushes a button.

Negative reaction on his monitor.

PARKER

Nothing.

BRETT

Damn. I was sure that was it.

PARKER

Well, it wasn’t. Try the next one.

BRETT

Right.

Adjusts several toggles.

RIPLEY

(voice over)

What’s happening.

PARKER

This goddamn woman. I’ll tell

her what’s happening. My Johnson

is happening.

(punches the communicator)

A lot of hard work. Real work.

INT. BRIDGE – NIGHT 91

PARKER

(voice over)

You ought to try it sometime.

RIPLEY

I’ve got the toughest job on

this ship…

Derisive laugh from Parker through the speaker.

RIPLEY

I have to listen to your bullshit.

INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 92

PARKER

Get off my back.

RIPLEY

(voice over)

I’ll get off your back when 12

module is fixed.

She clicks off.

Parker turns away.

PARKER

Smart mouth broad.

INT. INFIRMARY 93

Ash running test on the equipment.

Kane respirating on the view screens above.

Still deep within a coma.

All instruments recording his life processes.

The Alien’s position unchanged.

Ripley approaches.

Sits near Ash.

RIPLEY

Anything new.

ASH

He’s holding, no changes.

RIPLEY

What about the Creature.

ASH

It’s got an outer layer of protein

polysaccharides. A lot of Amino

Acids for prolonged reistance to

adverse environmental conditions…

That enough for you.

RIPLEY

Plenty. What’s it mean.

ASH

Interesting combination of elements

making it one tough little son-of-

a-bitch…

RIPLEY

Is that why you let it in.

ASH

I was following a direct order.

Remember.

RIPLEY

While Dallas and Kane are off

the ship, I’m Senior Officer.

ASH

Yes, of course — I forgot.

RIPLEY

You also forgot the science division’s

basic quarantine law.

ASH

No. that I didn’t forget.

RIPLEY

You just broke it.

ASH

What would you have done with Kane…

His only chance at staying alive

was to get into the infirmary.

RIPLEY

By breaking quarantine procedure

you risk everybody’s life.

ASH

Maybe I should have let him die

out there. Maybe I have jeopardized

the rest of us…It’s a risk I’m

willing to take.

RIPLEY

This is your official position as

a science officer. Not exactly out

of the manual.

ASH

The first position of science is

the protection and betterment of

human life. I take my responsibility

as seriously as you do… you do your

job and I’ll do mine.

Ripley stands…looks at Ash.

Walks out.

INT. MESS 94

Lambert playing with some string, amusing Jones.

Cat’s Cradle.

Both looking bored.

INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 95

Parker and Brett at work on the final intake screen.

INT. NARCISSUS 96

Dallas listening to a primitive tape.

His foot tapping with the rhythm.

Beep.

An interruption on the communicator.

DALLAS

Dallas.

ASH

(voice over)

I think you should have a

look at Kane. Something’s

happened.

DALLAS

Serious.

ASH

(voice over)

Interesting.

Dallas exits.

INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE IMFIRMARY WINDOW 97

Ash stares through window.

Dallas joins him.

Ripley appears behind.

A long pause.

DALLAS

It’s gone.

Kane’s prone form.

The Alien is no longer on his face.

Kane still unconscious, but continues to breathe.

Face covered with sucker marks.

RIPLEY

The door is closed. It must still

be in there.

ASH

We can’t open the door. We don’t

want to let it out.

RIPLEY

Yeah, I remember. We can’t grab

it. We can’t kill it…

DALLAS

Maybe we can catch it.

ASH

As long as we’re careful not to

damage it.

INT. INFIRMARY 97-A

They enter cautiously.

Dallas begins moving slowly around the room.

Picking up a stainless steel tray.

Looking.

Ash and Ripley do the same.

Ripley bends down and peers under the bunk.

Nothing.

Accidentally kicks over a tray.

She stands.

Doesn’t see the Alien on a ledge above her.

Her shoulder brushes against the Creature.

It drops on her.

She screams. Twists.

The Alien drops to the floor.

Then lies motionless.

Its skin faded to a dead-looking grey.

Ripley doesn’t raise her eyes from the Creature.

Prods the Alien.

No response.

ASH

I think it’s dead.

(looks to Ripley)

You okay.

RIPLEY

Yeah.

She carefully touches the Creature with a metal probe.

Fishes the motionless life-form into the tray.

Quickly closes the lid.

Lifts it onto a stainless steel table.

Bright light trained on the Alien.

The Creature in a supine position.

Ash touches at the Alien with a surgical instrument.

ASH

Look at those suckers. No wonder

we couldn’t get it off him.

RIPLEY

Where’s its mouth.

ASH

It’s this tube-thing, up in

here.

(carefully extracts

the end of the organ)

It’s hardening.

(slips the Creature

under a fluoroscope)

It’s dead. No life sign whatever.

RIPLEY

Let’s get rid of it.

ASH

This has to go back. This is

our first contact with a

specimen like this. All kinds

of tests need to be run.

RIPLEY

That thing bled acid. God

knows what it’ll do when

it’s dead.

ASH

I think it’s safe to assume

it’s not a zombie… Dallas, we

have to keep this specimen.

Pause.

DALLAS

You’re the science officer. It’s

your decision.

ASH

Then it’s made… I’ll seal it

in a stasis tube.

Pause.

RIPLEY

What about Kane.

Ash turns back to the bunk.

Studies the life support gauges.

Kane continues to breathe steadily.

ASH

Running a fever. And still

unconscious. The machine will

bring his temperature down.

His vital functions are strong…

who knows, he may make it.

Ash begins to seal the Alien in a large vacuum tube.

RIPLEY

I need some coffee.

She turns and walks away.

INT. COMPUTER ANNEX 98

Ripley and Dallas.

RIPLEY

How could you leave that kind

of decision to him.

DALLAS

I just run the ship. Anything

that has to do with science

division, Ash has the final word.

RIPLEY

How does that happen.

DALLAS

Same way everything else happens.

Orders from the Company.

RIPLEY

Since when is that standard

procedure.

DALLAS

Standard procedure is do what

they tell you… Besides, I only

know about flying… I haul cargo

for a living.

RIPLEY

Did you ship out with Ash before.

DALLAS

First time. I went five hauls

with another science man. Then

two days before we left Thedus,

replaced him with Ash.

She looks at him.

DALLAS

So what. They replaced my

warrant officer with you.

RIPLEY

I don’t trust him.

DALLAS

I don’t trust anybody…What’s

holding up repairs.

RIPLEY

They’re pretty much finished now.

DALLAS

Why didn’t you say so?

RIPLEY

There are still some thing left

to do.

DALLAS

Like what?

RIPLEY

We’re blind on B and C decks.

Reserve power systems blown…

DALLAS

That’s crap. We can take off

without them.

RIPLEY

Is that a good idea.

DALLAS

I want to get out of here.

Let’s get this turkey off the

ground.

EXT. PLANET – SUNRISE 99

The Nostromo’s engines roaring.

Belching out streams of superheated air.

The starship vibrates.

Begins to surge forward.

INT. BRIDGE – SUNRISE 100

The crew at their posts.

An electrical hum permeates the air.

RIPLEY

Lock tractor beams.

The pitch of the hum changes.

The ship levels itself.

RIPLEY

Retract leading struts.

EXT. PLANET – SUNSIRE 101

The Nostromo hovering above the ground.

Held on beams of shimmering force.

The landing struts begin folding.

INT. BRIDGE – DAY 102

DALLAS

Take us up.

Lambert bends over the voice amplifier.

LAMBERT

One kilometer on ascension.

INT. PLANET 103

The Nostromo begins to levitate skyward.

Seemingly pushing upward on the beams of light.

INT. BRIDGE – DAY 104

The ship continues vibrating.

DALLAS

Switch on lifter quads.

A powerful, deep throbbing begins.

The vibrations increase.

RIPLEY

(into speaker)

Everything holding together

down there.

INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 105

Parker and Brett strapped in and vibrating.

PARKER

We fix something it stays fixed.

BRETT

Right.

EXT. NOSTROMO – DAY 106

The starship hovering below cloud ceiling.

THen begins to accelerate through the dense atmosphere.

INT. BRIDGE – DAY 107

All viewscreens operational.

DALLAS

Engage artificial gravity.

Lambert throws a switch.

The ship lurches.

LAMBERT

Engaged.

DALLAS

Altering the vector now.

A huge tremor runs throughout the ship.

PARKER’S VOICE

(o.s.)

Dust is clogging the damn intakes

again. We’re overloading.

DALLAS

Just hold us together until

we’re beyond G1…

The pitch of the engines changes…deepens.

EXT. NOSTROMO – DAY 108

The ship moves at an acute angle.

Slices through the boiling clouds.

INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 109

Parker and Brett watching the guages.

INT. BRIDGE – DAY 110

Outside the screens, clouds, clouds, clouds.

Another tremor runs through the ship.

The crew’s eyes riveted to their instruments.

DALLAS

Let’s pick up the money and go

home.

EXT. NOSTROMO 111

The ship clears the top of the cloud layer.

Bursts out into star-sprinkled space.

Trailing a wake of glimmering dust flecks.

Attached itself to the hovering refinery.

INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 111-A

Brett waves his arms in exultation.

BRETT

We did it

PARKER

Walk in the park. When we fix

something it stays fixed.

Big smiles.

INT. BRIDGE 112

The Nostromo now safely beyong gravity.

DALLAS

Set our course and get us up

to light plus four.

Lambert begins punching buttons.

LAMBERT

Feets get me out of here.

EXT. OUTER SPACE 113

The Nostromo now at light speed.

Preceptible movement in the surrounding universe.

A corona effect emerges.

Stars approaching the Nostromo appear blue.

Receding stars going to amber.

Redshift, made visible because of the craft’s velocity.

INT. MESS 114

Parker, Brett, Dallas and Ripley around the table.

Drinking coffee.

PARKER

The best thing to do is just to

freeze him. Stop the goddam

disease. He can get a doctor to

look at him when we get back home.

BRETT

Right.

RIPLEY

Whenever he says anything you say

‘right’. You know that, Brett.

BRETT

Right.

RIPLEY

What do you think, Parker. Your

staff just follows you around and

says ‘right’. Like a regular parrot.

Parker turns to Brett.

PARKER

Yeah. Shape up. What are you,

some kind of parrot.

BRETT

Right.

DALLAS

Knock it off… Kane will have

to go into quarantine.

RIPLEY

Yeah. And so will we.

Lambert enters.

LAMBERT

How about a little something to

lower your spirits.

DALLAS

Thrill me.

LAMBERT

According to my calculations…

based on the time spent getting

to and from the planet and the

speed at which it’s moving away

from the other…

DALLAS

Give me the short version…

LAMBERT

It’ll take us six weeks to get

back on course.

DALLAS

How far to Earth.

LAMBERT

Ten months.

RIPLEY

Christ.

Beep.

DALLAS

Dallas.

ASH

(voice over)

Come and see Kane right away…

DALLAS

Any change in his condition.

ASH

(voice over)

It’s simpler if you just come

see him.

OUT 115

INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE INFIRMARY WINDOW 116

What they see is…Not what they expect.

Kane is sitting up in bed…wide awake.

They enter…

LAMBERT

Kane…Are you all right.

KANE

Mouth’s dry…can I have some

water.

Instantly, Ash brings him a plastic cup and water.

Kane gulps it down in a swallow.

KANE

More.

Ripley quickly fills a much bigger container.

Hands it to Kane.

He greedily consumes the entire contents.

Then sags back, panting, on the bunk.

DALLAS

How do you feel.

KANE

Terrible. What happened to me.

ASH

You don’t remember.

KANE

Don’t remember anything. I can

barely remember my name.

PARKER

Do you hurt.

KANE

All over. Feel like somebody’s

been beating me with a stick

for about six years.

(smiles)

God, I’m hungry.

RIPLEY

What’s the last thing you can

remember.

KANE

I don’t know.

DALLAS

Do you remember what happened

on the planet.

KANE

Just some horrible dream

about smothering. Where

are we.

RIPLEY

We’re on our way home.

BRETT

Getting ready to go back into

the freezers.

KANE

I’m starving. I want some food

first.

PARKER

I’m pretty hungry myself.

DALLAS

One meal before bed.

INT. MESS 117

The entire crew is seated.

Hungrily swallowing huge portions of artificial food.

The cat eats from a dish on the table.

KANE

First thing I’m going to do when

we get back is eat some decent

food.

PARKER

I’ve had worse than this, but

I’ve had better too, if you know

what I mean.

LAMBERT

Christ, you’re pounding down this

stuff like there’s no tomorrow.

Pause.

PARKER

I mean I like it.

KANE

No kidding.

PARKER

Yeah. It grows on you.

KANE

It should. You know what they

make this stuff out of…

PARKER

I know what they make it out of.

So what. It’s food now. You’re

eating it.

Suddenly Kane grimaces.

RIPLEY

What’s wrong.

Kane’s voice strains.

LAMBERT

What’s the matter.

KANE

I don’t know… I’m getting cramps.

The others stare at him in alarm.

Suddenly he makes a loud groaning noise.

Clutches the edge of the table with his hands.

Knuckles whitening.

ASH

Breathe deeply.

Kane screams.

KANE

Oh God, it hurts so bad.

It hurts. It hurts.

(stands up)

Ooooooh.

BRETT

What is it. What hurts.

Kane’s face screws into a mask of agony.

He falls back into his chair.

KANE

Ohmygooaaaahh.

A red stain.

Then a smear of blood blossoms on his chest.

The fabric of his shirt is ripped apart.

A small head the size of a man’s fist pushes out.

The crew shouts in panic.

Leap back from the table.

The cat spits, bolts away.

The tiny head lunges forward.

Comes spurting out of Kane’s chest trailing a thick body.

Splatters fluids and blood in its wake.

Lands in the middle of the dishes and food.

Wriggles away while the crew scatters.

Then the Alien being disappears from sight.

Kane lies slumped in his chair.

Very dead.

A huge hole in his chest.

The dishes are scattered.

Food covered with blood.

LAMBERT

No, no, no, no, no.

BRETT

What was that. What the Christ

was that.

PARKER

It was growing in him the whole

time and he didn’t even know it.

ASH

It used him for an incubator.

RIPLEY

That means we’ve got another

one.

DALLAS

Yeah. And it’s loose on the

ship.

Slowly they gather around Kane’s gutted corpse.

Then they all look at one another.

Then at Kane.

Dead on the table.

INT. CORRIDOR – “A” DECK 118

Empty.

Parker and Brett descend companioway.

They join Ash, Lambert, Ripley and Dallas.

DALLAS

Any signs.

LAMBERT

Nothing.

ASH

Nothing.

PARKER

Didn’t see a goddamn thing.

BRETT

Didn’t see anything.

RIPLEY

We can’t go into hypersleep with

that thing running loose. We’d

be sitting ducks in the freezers.

We have to kill it first.

LAMBERT

We can’t kill it. If we do, it

will spill its body acids right

through the hull…

BRETT

Son-of-a-bitch.

RIPLEY

We have to catch it and eject

it from the ship.

ASH

Our supplies are based on us

spending a limited amount of

time out of suspended animation.

Strictly limited.

RIPLEY

First we have to find it.

DALLAS

No. First we’ve got something

else to do.

He looks at Kane’s body through mess doorway.

INT. AIR LOCK 119

Kane’s body wrapped in a makeshift shroud.

INT. BRIDGE 120

The crew looking at Kane’s body on view screens.

Silent.

Depressed.

DALLAS

Inner hatch sealed.

Ripley nods.

DALLAS

Anybody want to say anything.

Nothing to say.

He nods to Ripley.

She presses a button.

INT. AIR LOCK 121

The outer hatch opens.

Yawning space outside.

Kane’s body shoots out into eternity.

The hatch closes.

INT. MESS 122

The crew is assembled.

RIPLEY

I’ve checked on the supplies.

For about a week we can stay

out of hypersleep.

BRETT

Then what.

LAMBERT

We run out of food and oxygen.

DALLAS

All right, that’s what we’ve got.

A week. It’s plenty of time.

PARKER

I say we put on our pressure

suits and blow all the air out

of the ship. That might kill it.

LAMBERT

What a swell idea.

PARKER

What’s wrong with it.

ASH

We’ve got forty-eight hours of

air in our pressure suits and

it takes six months to get home.

LAMBERT

Other than that…A swell idea.

Parker won’t give up on this idea.

PARKER

Maybe we could out some kind

of special lines to the tanks.

Brett and I are pretty good

practical engineers…We got

us back up you know.

RIPLEY

All by yourselves.

ASH

I hate to point this out but

it might be better off without

oxygen. It lived that way long

enough.

RIPLEY

There’s another problem. How

do we find it. There’s no

visual communication on B and

C decks. All the screens are

out.

DALLAS

We’re going to have to flush it

out.

ASH

Sounds great…but how.

DALLAS

Room by room, corridor by corridor.

One of those suggestions that nobody likes.

LAMBERT

And what do we do when we find it.

RIPLEY

Trap it somehow.

BRETT

If we had a really strong piece

of net, we could bag it… I could

put something together. A long

metal rod with a battery in it.

Only take a few hours.

LAMBERT

Why do we listen to this meathead.

Dallas turns it over.

DALLAS

He might be right…

EXT. OUTER SPACE 123

The Nostromo continues through the vortex.

INT. INFIRMARY 124

Dallas enters.

Ash working at a read-out section.

DALLAS

I want to talk.

ASH

I’m a little busy at the

moment.

Pause.

DALLAS

I don’t care.

Pause.

ASH

All right, go ahead.

DALLAS

Why did you let the Alien survive

inside Kane.

ASH

I’m not sure you’re getting

through to me.

DALLAS

Mother was monitoring his body.

You were monitoring Mother. You

must have had some idea of what

was going on.

ASH

What are you trying to say.

A long moment.

DALLAS

You want the Alien to stay alive

…I figure you have a reason.

ASH

Name one.

DALLAS

Look, we both work for the same

company. I just want to know

what’s going on.

ASH

I don’t know what the hell you’re

talking about. And I don’t like

any of the insinuations. The

Alien is a dangerous form of

life…I don’t want it to stay

alive any more than you do.

DALLAS

You’re sure.

ASH

Yeah, I’m sure. You should be

too.

Dallas walks out.

Ash watches him go.

Stares in his direction a long while…

INT. NARCISSUS 125

Dallas seated in the shuttle craft.

Staring at the myriad lights of outer space.

Ripley climbs beside him.

RIPLEY

I thought I’d find you here.

Dallas continues to stare.

DALLAS

Are the nets finished.

Pause.

RIPLEY

We’ve got an hour…Look I

need some relief.

DALLAS

Why did you wait until now.

Ripley leans forward.

RIPLEY

Let me tell you something. You

keep staring out there long

enough, they’ll be peeling you

off the wall.

Ripley begins taking off her boots.

DALLAS

We’re the new pioneers, Ripley.

We even get to have our own

special disease.

RIPLEY

I’m tired of talking.

She rises and removes her upper garments.

DALLAS

You waited too long.

RIPLEY

Give it a try anyway.

Clothing removed.

His arms move around her.

INT. BRIDGE 126

The crew has assembled.

Brett unfolds several yards of asbestos netting.

Hands out five thin rods.

Each of them like metal broom handles.

BRETT

I put portable generators in

each of these. They’re insulated

down here. Just be goddamn careful

not to get your hand on the end.

He touches the tip to a metal object.

A blue spark leaps.

BRETT

It won’t damage the little bastard

unless its skin is a lot thinner

than ours…It’ll just give it a

little incentive.

LAMBERT

Now if we could only find it.

Ash picks up a portable unit.

ASH

I’ve taken care of that…tracking

device. You set it to search for

a moving object…It hasn’t much

range but when you get within a

certain distance it starts beeping.

Ripley takes the tracker from Ash’s hand.

RIPLEY

What’s it key on.

ASH

Micro changes in air density.

Keep it pointed ahead of you.

DALLAS

We’ll break into two teams.

Whoever finds it first catches

it in the net and ejects it

from the nearest air lock.

(pause)

For starters, let’s make sure

the bridge is safe.

Parker turns on his unit.

Scans it around the room.

LAMBERT

We seem to be okay…If this

damn thing works.

DALLAS

Ash and myself will go with

Lambert. Brett and Parker will

make up the second team. Ripley,

you command it.

They start doling out the equipment.

DALLAS

Channels are open on all decks.

We’ll be in constant touch.

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “A” LEVEL 127

Lambert and Dallas carry the net.

Ash walks directly behind, carrying the tracking device.

He continually scans from side to side.

Lambert stops by a stairwell.

LAMBERT

Anything down there.

INT. ANOTHER PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 128

Parker and Ripley move silently along.

Ripley ahead of them with the tracker by the stairwell.

RIPLEY

Nothing.

The move on.

A small light flashes.

RIPLEY

Hold it. I’ve got something.

Parker and Brett grow tense.

Start looking around.

BRETT

Where’s it coming from.

Ripley peers closely at the tracker.

RIPLEY

Machine’s screwed up. I can’t

tell. Needle’s spinning all

over the dial.

BRETT

Goddamn, malfunction.

Ripley turns the tracker on its side.

The needles stabilize.

RIPLEY

No, just confused. It’s

coming from below us.

They all look down at their feet.

INT. MAINTENANCE – “C” LEVEL 129

Ripley, Parker and Brett come down ladder onto an endless

oily corridor.

They stop at the foot of the companionway…

They move down corridor into darkness.

RIPLEY

Okay.

Looks at the tracker.

Nods down the passageway. Stops.

RIPLEY

Back this way.

They begin to walk in that direction.

Entering drab section of the ship.

Surrounded by deep shadows.

Footsteps clanging on the metal deck.

RIPLEY

I thought you fixed 12 module.

BRETT

We did.

PARKER

Circuits must have burned out.

They switch on lights.

Move around two turns.

RIPLEY

Wait.

They stop quickly, almost stumbling.

RIPLEY

It’s within five meters.

Parker and Brett heft the net.

Ripley has the prod in one hand, tracker in the other.

Moves with great care.

Almost in a half-crouch, ready to leap back.

Prod extended, Ripley constantly glances at her tracker.

The device leads her up to a small hatch in the bulkhead.

Perspiration rivers down her face.

She sets aside the tracker.

Raises the prod, grasps the hatch handle.

Yanks it open.

Jams the electric prod inside.

A nerve-shattering squall.

Then a small creature comes flying out of the locker.

Eyes glaring, claws flashing.

Instinctively, they throw the net over it.

Very annoyed.

They open the net and release the captive.

Which happens to be the cat.

Hissing and spitting,. it scampers away.

RIPLEY

God damn it…hold it.

PARKER

We should have killed it…Now

we might pick it up on the

tracker again.

RIPLEY

Go get it. We’ll go on.

BRETT

Right.

Ripley and Parker move down the passageway.

Brett follows the direction taken by the cat.

Moves across passageway into equipment maintenance area.

INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA – “C” LEVEL 130

Brett walking between rows of shadowed equipment.

Looking for the cat.

Nervous.

BRETT

Jones…Here kitty…Jones…

Goddamn it Jones.

Scratching noises.

A reassuring cat yowl.

Brett moves on.

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “C” LEVEL 131

Ripley and Parker walk along.

Tracker signal weakens.

Finally stops.

RIPLEY

Nothing here.

PARKER

Let’s go back.

INT. UNDERCARRIAGE ROOM – “C” LEVEL 132

Brett enters.

Still looking for Jones.

Another yowl followed by a hiss.

Two eyes shining in the dark.

Jones.

Relieved, Brett moves toward the cat.

BRETT

Here kitty…Come on Jones.

Brett reaches for Jones.

Jones hisses.

An arm reaches for Brett.

The Alien.

Now seven feet tall.

Hanging from the undercarriage strut in reverse position.

Grabs Brett and swings up into darkness.

Brett screams.

To no avail…

In the doorway Ripley and Parker.

They witness the horror.

INT. MESS 133

The remaining crew assemble.

Long faces.

LAMBERT

Now what.

PARKER

Blast the rotten bastard with

a laser and take our chances.

RIPLEY

No. At its present size it’s

holding enough acid to tear a

hole in this ship as big as this

room.

ASH

It wouldn’t do any good. It’s

self-regenerating. You saw that

when we operated on it.

RIPLEY

The only plan that’s going to

work is the same one we had

before. Drive it into an air

lock and blow it out into space.

PARKER

Drive it…The son-of-a-bitch

is huge.

LAMBERT

For once he has a point. How

do we drive it.

RIPLEY

The science department should

be able to help…

ASH

According to Mother, he’s a

primitive form of encephlepod…

LAMBERT

How come it’s a he.

ASH

Just a phrase. As a matter of

fact he’s both, bisexual or

hermaphrodite to be precise.

DALLAS

Skip its sex life. How do

we kill it.

ASH

It seems to have adapted to

an oxygen-rich atmosphere and

it’s certainly adapted well for

its nutritional requirements.

The only thing we don’t know

about is temperature.

RIPLEY

Curious isn’t it…That the

Alien is an encephlepod…

ASH

What’s so curious about that.

RIPLEY

It’s curious because lower

species can’t adapt as quickly

as higher ones. And this one’s

doing very well. A real survivor.

Might even have as good a chance

as we do.

ASH

You’re getting paranoid again.

RIPLEY

All right. What about the

temperature. What happens

if we change it.

ASH

Let’s give it a try. Most

animals retreat from fire.

Puase.

PARKER

I can hook up a couple of

incinerating units in about

fifteen minutes.

Pause.

DALLAS

Anybody got any better ideas.

Nobody does.

DALLAS

Okay. When Parker’s ready,

we’ll work our way back down

to ‘C’ deck.

EXT. OUTER SPACE 133-A

Nostromo at light plus four.

INT. PASSAGEWAT – “B” LEVEL 134

Parker and Dallas lead.

Armed with flamethrowers.

They descend from companionway.

Suddenly both tracking devices beep frantically.

Sound of rending metal up ahead.

The move forward cautiously.

DALLAS

It’s in that food locker.

EXT. FOOD LOCKER NUMBER 12 134-A

More rending noises.

LAMBERT

Jesus. It must be huge.

PARKER

It’s got to be using the

airshafts to move around…

Dallas raises flamethrower.

DALLAS

Do these things really work.

PARKER

I made them didn’t I.

RIPLEY

That’s what worries me.

Dallas indicates door handle.

Parker reluctantly takes it.

DALLAS

Now.

Parker wrenches open door.

Dallas fires a long blast. Another.

Another and another…Silence.

They move inside…

INT. FOOD STORAGE LOCKER NUMBER 12 – “B” LEVEL 135

Charred wreckage.

Packages have been ripped to shreds.

Foodstuffs scattered over the floor.

Carefully, they poke through the smouldering garbage.

RIPLEY

We didn’t get him.

DALLAS

This is where he went.

On the wall, a ventilator grill has been ripped open.

They move to the shredded ventilator.

Shine their lights inside the shaft.

DALLAS

This could work for us. The

duct comes out at the starboard

air lock. There’s an exit on

the way. But we can close that

off. Then we drive it into the

air lock and blast it into space.

LAMBERT

Yeah. All you have to do is

crawl in the vent with it, find

your way through the maze and

hope it’s afraid of fire.

DALLAS

Well Parker, you wanted an

equal share…

PARKER

Yeah.

DALLAS

Get in the pipe.

PARKER

Why me.

DALLAS

I just wanted to see you get

your full share.

PARKER

No way.

RIPLEY

I’ll go.

DALLAS

Forget it. You take the

air lock. Parker and Lambert

cover the exit.

No doubt as to who’s going inside the vent.

INT. STARBOARD AIR LOCK – VESTIBULE 135-A

Ripley stands in vestibule.

Looks through the Bulkhead door to air lock.

She throws a switch.

Watches airshaft entrance into air lock open.

The trap is ready.

INT. MAINTENANCE LEVEL 135-B

Parker and Lambert get set.

INT. FOOD STORAGE LOCKER NUMBER 12 – “B” LEVEL 136

Ash hands Dallas the makeshift flamethrower.

He fires a couple of short bursts.

DALLAS

It’s still working.

ASH

Why do you have to go. Why

didn’t you sent Ripley.

DALLAS

It’s my responsibility. I let

Kane go into the craft. Now

it’s my turn.

ASH

You’re the captain. It’ll be

harder on the rest of us, if

we lose you.

DALLAS

Nothing I do that Ripley can’t.

ASH

I don’t agree.

DALLAS

The decision is final.

He removes the master computer key.

Hands it to Ash.

DALLAS

If I don’t take it back,

Ripley will need this.

Ash nods.

Dallas turns and climbs into the ventilator opening.

Just large enough to crawl through.

INT. AIR SHAFT 137

Completely dark.

Dallas turns on his helmet light.

Flips switch on throat mike.

DALLAS

Do you receive me. Ripley.

Parker. Lambert.

INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA 138

The hum of vast cooling plants.

Large air shafts run off in different directions.

Parker and Lambert stand ready by a duct.

Lambert hits the wall amp button.

LAMBERT

We’re in position. I’ll try

and pick you up on the tracker.

Parker hefts his flamethrower.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Parker, if it tries to come

out by you, make sure you drive

it back in. I’ll push it forward.

PARKER

Right.

INT. AIR LOCK VESTIBULE 139

Near the starboard air lock.

Ripley pops open the hatch.

The air lock now open and ready.

She moves to the air duct opening.

RIPLEY

Air lock open.

DALLAS

(voice over)

Ready.

RIPLEY

Ready.

INT. AIR SHAFT 140

Dallas begins to crawl forward.

The tunnel is narrow…

Only a foot or two wider than his shoulders.

DALLAS

I’m under way.

Turns a corner.

Several more tight turns.

Instinctively Dallas pulls back.

Raises the flamethrower.

Fires a blast around the corner into the darkness.

It roars loudly in the confined tube.

Smoke drifts back into his face.

INT. MAINTENANCE LEVEL 141

A large rectangular duct in one wall.

PARKER

That’s where it’s got to come

out, if it leaves the main shaft.

He throws a switch.

A metal pane rises and seals off the opening.

LAMBERT

Let’s keep it open. I’d like

to know if anything’s coming.

Reluctantly, Parker again throws the switch and raises the

metal pane.

INT. AIR LOCK VESTIBULE 142

Ripley waiting.

INT. AIR SHAFT 143

Dallas still crawling on hands and knees.

Ahead the shaft takes an abrupt downward turn.

He moves toward the corner.

Fires another blast from the flamethrower.

Then starts crawling down, head first.

INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA 143-A

Lambert sees something on the tracker.

LAMBERT

Beginning to get a reading on

you.

INT. AIR SHAFT 143-B

The shaft makes yet another turn.

Puts Dallas into an almost immobilized position.

INT. FOOD STORAGE LOCKER NUMBER 12 144

Ash staring at the ventilator opening.

INT. AIR SHAFT 145

Dallas against a wall of the shaft.

Clutching his flamethrower.

Whispers into his throat mike.

DALLAS

Ripley.

INT. AIR LOCK VESTIBULE 146

RIPLEY

Read you clear.

INT. AIR SHAFT 147

DALLAS

I don’t think this shaft goes

much farther… It’s getting hot

in here.

He readies the flamethrower.

INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA 148

Parker readies his weapon.

INT. AIR SHAFT – DOUBLE-TIERED PASSAGEWAY 149

The air shaft tributary opens into a larger two-tier air

tunnel.

Dallas crawls out and stands.

Moves to a catwalk floor. Looks about.

Moves forward. Reaches a repair junction.

Sits.

His feet dangle beneath the catwalk floor to the next level.

DALLAS

Lambert, what kind of reading

are you getting.

INT. MAINTENANCE LEVEL 149-A

Lambert huddled over her tracker.

Puzzled.

LAMBERT

I’m not sure. There seems

to be some kind of double

image.

INT. AIR SHAFT DOUBLE-TIERED PASSAGEWAY 149-B

Dallas sitting.

His feet still dangling in the dark beneath the catwalk.

DALLAS

It may be interference. I’ll

push on ahead.

Dallas begins to rise.

From below, a gentle movement toward the hanging feet.

A hand reaches up.

Misses his leg as Dallas moves ahead.

Further on.

DALLAS

Lambert, am I coming in any

clearer.

LAMBERT

(voice over)

It’s clear all right, but I’m

still getting two blips.

(pause)

I’m not sure which one is

which.

Dallas stops.

Turns around.

Looks back down through the catwalk.

Lowers the nose of the flamethrower, his finger on the

trigger.

From behind him, the hand reaches up.

The Alien is the front signal.

INT. AIR LOCK VESTIBULE 150

Ripley bends forward.

Hears the sounds of the struggle…

And Dallas’ screams.

She cries out.

RIPLEY

Dallas…Dallas…

INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA 151

Lambert and Parker.

Hearing it all.

RIPLEY

(voice over)

Oh my God.

Then silence.

INT. MESS 152

Dallas’ flamethrower on the table surface.

PARKER

(voice over)

We just found it laying there.

No sign of him. Only a hole

torn through to the central

cooling complex.

The remaining crew standing at the table.

RIPLEY

This puts me in command.

PARKER

Okay.

For the first time he’s dropped his bullshit.

RIPLEY

Unless someone’s got a better

idea about dealing with the

Alien, we’ll continue with the

last plan.

Silence.

RIPLEY

How are our weapons.

PARKER

They’re working fine…We could

use more fuel for that one.

Indicating Dallas’ flamethrower.

RIPLEY

Get it.

PARKER

Right.

He leaves.

Ripley turns to Ash.

RIPLEY

Any ideas. From you or Mother.

ASH

Nothing new. Just the one

you’re operating under.

RIPLEY

You mean to tell me with

everything we’ve got, we’re

still powerless against the

Beast.

ASH

That’s the way it looks.

RIPLEY

I can’t believe that.

ASH

I’m sorry captain. what would

you like me to do.

RIPLEY

Go back to Mother and keep

asking questions until you

get some better answers.

ASH

All right…I’ll try.

He starts to go.

RIPLEY

Dallas didn’t leave the master

computer key with you.

ASH

You didn’t get it.

RIPLEY

No.

ASH

Well, we probably won’t need

it anyway.

He leaves.

RIPLEY

I know Ash has got the key.

LAMBERT

Why should he lie.

RIPLEY

He knows I want to check up on

him…Without that key we’ve got

no access to command priority

information.

LAMBERT

Swell.

Lambert shrugs.

They start to leave.

INT. MAINTENANCE AREA – “C” DECK 153

Parker selects two full methane cylinders.

He tests them.

Moves out.

INT. CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE 154

RIPLEY

Did you ever sleep with Ash?

LAMBERT

No. What about you.

RIPLEY

No.

LAMBERT

I never got the impression he

was particularly interested…

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 155

Parker returning with methane cylinder.

Turns a corner.

Comes to an abrupt halt.

A movement in front of him beyond the air lock.

He hesitates.

Then another shadowy movement…

INT. BRIDGE 156

Ripley and Lambert

Parker’s voice on voice-amp.

Muffled.

Ripley hits a toggle.

RIPLEY

Ripley.

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 156-A

Parker covers the wall communication with his hand.

PARKER

Keep it down…

Up the corridor, the movement stops.

INT. BRIDGE 156-B

RIPLEY

Can’t hear you…Repeat…

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 157

Parker whispering.

PARKER

The Alien…It’s outside the

main air lock door. Open the

door slowly…When I shout…

close it fast.

INT. BLISTER 157-A

Ash listens.

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 157-B

Parker still whispering.

PARKER

Open it…slowly.

INT. BRIDGE 158

Ripley hesitates.

Starts to reply.

Throws switch.

INT. AIR LOCK – “B” DECK 159

Low servo whine.

Door opens.

Slowly.

Green light throbbing inside air lock.

Creature looks curiously at it.

Moves onto the threshold.

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 159-A

Parker watches…

INT. AIR LOCK 159-B

Creature move further into air lock.

Fascinated by green light.

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 159-C

Urgent whisper into voice-amp.

PARKER

Now…Now…

INT. BRIDGE 159-D

As Ripley moves to throw switch…

INT. AIR LOCK 159-E

Suddenly, from out of nowhere a klaxon wails.

The Creature leaps back across the threshold of the air lock.

Bewildered.

Screams as the inner hatch closes on an appendage.

Acid boiling out.

The appendage crushed.

The acid bubbles.

Metal boils in door.

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 160

Parker watches.

Frozen.

The Alien wrenches itself free.

Comes flying outward.

Smashes Parker down.

Flees.

On the wall a green light goes on.

“Inner Hatch Closed”

INT. AIR LOCK 161

Metal still boiling.

The outer hatch begins to open.

OUT 162

INT. BRIDGE 163

RIPLEY

Parker…

Pushes a switch.

Pushes it again.

LAMBERT

What’s happening, Parker.

In front of her a green light blinks.

“Inner Hatch Closed.”

RIPLEY

Inner hatch sealed. The outer

hatch is open.

LAMBERT

What about Parker.

RIPLEY

I don’t know. Take over.

Ripley bolts out of the bridge.

EXT. NOSTROMO 163-A

Air lock open.

INT. PASSAGE NEAR AIR LOCK – “B” LEVEL 164

Parker unconscious.

INT. AIR LOCK 165

The inner hatch still closed.

Metal boils.

The hole growing deeper.

INT. PASSAGEWAY – “A” LEVEL 166

Ripley runs toward the air lock corridor.

INT. AIR LOCK 167

Metal boiling in door.

INT. PASSAGEWAYS – “B” DECK 168

Ripley slams to a momentary halt against a bulkhead.

Regains her balance.

Starts running.

INT. PASSAGE NEAR AIR LOCK – “B” LEVEL 169

Parker now half conscious.

Ripley arrives as the hole in door blows open.

Escaping air shrieks.

Flashing sign comes on.

Critical depressurization.

Emergency klaxon.

Simultaneously vestibule doors close either end.

Sealing in Ripley and Parker.

Door nearest to Parker half-closed on one of the methane

cylinders.

Leaving large gap.

Windstorm begins as hole in air lock grows.

Ripley reaches for other cylinder.

Begins smashing the jammed cylinder out of door.

Blood froths at their noses and ears.

Cylinder finally is driven out.

The door slams closed.

INT. BRIDGE 169-A

Lambert watches.

Emergency light readings.

“Hull Breached”

“Emmergency Bulkheads Closed”

LAMBERT

Ash, get the oxygen. Meet me at

the air lock.

Rushes out.

Down corridor.

INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK – “B” LEVEL 169-B

Ripley staggers toward an emergency panel.

At far end of corridor.

Pinging sound.

Misty atmosphere.

Tries to activate the door.

Cannot.

Lambert appears other side of bulkhead.

Activates door from outside.

Rush of oxygen.

EXT. NOSTROMO 170

Plume of vapor freezes in the vacuum.

INT. PASSAGE NEAR AIR LOCK – “B” LEVEL 171

Repressurization sounds.

Parker regains consciousness.

Struggles to breathe.

Ripley unable to move.

Breath coming in shallow pants.

Lambert with an oxygen tank.

Ash follows.

Oxygen administered to Ripley and Parker.

Finally.

ASH

You all right.

PARKER

We didn’t get it. The warning

went off and it jumped back in

the ship.

ASH

Who hit the warning.

RIPLEY

You tell me.

ASH

What does that mean.

RIPLEY

I guess the alarm went off by

itself.

ASH

If you’ve got something to say

say it. I’m sick of these coy

accusations.

RIPLEY

Nobody’s accusing you.

ASH

The hell you’re not.

Sullen silence.

RIPLEY

Go patch him up.

Ash and Parker leave.

Ripley turns to Lambert.

RIPLEY

How much oxygen have we lost.

I want an exact reading.

LAMBERT

You were accusing him.

RIPLEY

If I could find the command

computer key, I could prove it.

LAMBERT

You’re still accusing him of

stealing the key.

RIPLEY

You think I’m wrong.

LAMBERT

I don’t know. Wrong or crazy.

RIPLEY

Thanks.

INT. BLISTER STAIRCASE 172

Ripley cautiously descends the stairs to the blister.

Carrying a flamethrower.

INT. ASH’S BLISTER 173

Looks around the blister.

Satidfies it’s deserted.

She puts down the flamethrower.

Methodically begins to search for the key.

Faint tapping sound.

Then stops.

She looks around.

Sees nothing.

Resumes searching near blister window…

Ripley finds key…

Tapping sound.

She whips around to see:

Kane’s disfigured face slapping against the plexiglass.

She stifles a scream.

Drops the key onto the curved surface of the blister.

Fishes for it…

Kane’s bloated face swings in…

Beneath her.

She grabs the key and bolts up companionway.

INT. COMPUTER ANNEX 174

Ripley plugs the key into the board.

Data banks come to life.

She sits at a console.

Thinks for a moment.

Then punches up a code.

Nothing happens.

Punches another combination.

Nothing happens.

Frustration.

Another combination.

One screen comes to life.

Another combination.

She moves to the second keyboard.

Screen One spells out the question:

Question: WHO TURNED ON AIR LOCK 2 WARNING SYSTEM.

Response: ASH

Another code.

Question: IS ASH PROTECTING THE ALIEN.

Response: YES

New code.

Question: WHY

Response: SPECIAL ORDER 937 SCIENCE EYE’S ONLY

She starts a new code.

A hand slmas down next to Ripley’s arm.

It sinks elbow deep into the computer.

She whips around in her chair.

Faces Ash.

Ripley lashes out with her foot.

Kicks him in the middle.

No effect.

Ripley twists away.

Ash throws a punch at her.

Misses.

She pushes a chair at him.

Overturns the desk…

And runs through bridge into mess.

He moves after her.

Gets her.

Parker and Lambert burst into the Mess.

Lambert falls on Ash’s back.

Ash turns to Lambert.

Tosses her across the room.

Returns to Ripley.

Again choking her.

Parker lifts the tracker.

Steps behind Ash.

Swings the tracker…Wallop.

Tears his head off…

Wires ascending from Ash’s trunk.

Where his head used to be.

Ash’s hands release Ripley.

Search above his neck for his missing head.

He walks backward.

All eyes on Ash’s headless body.

He walks the room.

Still feeling for his missing head.

PARKER

A robot, a God damn Droid.

Ash turns on him.

Starts to advance.

Parker hits him again with the tracker…

Again.

Again.

No avail.

Ash begins choking Parker.

Ripley picks up one of the prod sticks.

Closes on Ash’s back.

Tears away the fabric.

Lambert pulls at Ash’s legs.

Ripley tears at the controls buried in the cavity once

covered by his head.

Parker’s eyes bulge in pain.

Ash, headless, choking, choking, choking…

Ripley finds the wires, stabs the prod home…

Ash’s grip lessens.

Another stab…electrical flash…

The grip lessens…

Another stab…flash of circuits.

The headless body collapses.

Parker trying to regain his breath.

PARKER

Damn you.

Kicks the headless body.

Lambert looks at Ripley.

LAMBERT

Tell me…What the hell’s going on.

Pause.

RIPLEY

Let’s find out. Wire him back up.

PARKER

What kind of crap is that.

RIPLEY

Do it.

The set to work.

Begin to reassemble the wiring in Ash’s head.

RIPLEY

Ash let it on board. Ash let it

grow inside Kane. Ash blew the

warning signal.

LAMBERT

Why.

RIPLEY

Special Order 937.

PARKER

What’s that.

RIPLEY

That’s what I want to know.

Ash’s head is placed on the table.

His eyes flicker into consciousness.

RIPLEY

What is Special Order 937.

ASH

You know I can’t tell you that.

RIPLEY

Then there’s not point in talking

to you. Pull the plug.

ASH

Special Order 937 in essence

asked me to direct the ship to

the planet, investigate a life

form, possibly hostile and bring

it back for observation. With

discretion, of course.

RIPLEY

Why. Why not tell us.

ASH

Would you have gone.

PARKER

It wasn’t in the contract.

ASH

My very point.

RIPLEY

They wanted to investigate the

Alien. No matter what happened

to us.

ASH

That’s unfair. Actually, you

weren’t mentioned in the order.

LAMBERT

Those bastards.

ASH

See it from their point of view.

They didn’t know what the Alien is.

RIPLEY

How do we kill it.

ASH

I don’t think you can. Not

in this ship, given its life

support systems. But I might

be able to.

RIPLEY

How.

ASH

I don’t know quite yet. I’m not

exactly at my best at the moment.

If you would reconnect…

RIPLEY

No way.

ASH

Don’t be so hasty. You’ll never

kill it without my help.

RIPLEY

We’ve had enough of your help.

ASH

You’ve barely got any oxygen left.

If you don’t go into hypersleep,

you’ll die with or without the

Alien.

RIPLEY

Nice try, Ash.

ASH

I will do whatever I can to help

you. I swear it.

PARKER

Pull the plug.

LAMBERT

I agree.

ASH

You idiots. You stll don’t

realize what you’re dealing with.

The Alien is a prefect organism.

Superbly structured, cunning,

quintessentially violent. With

your limited capabilities you have

no chance against it.

LAMBERT

You admire it.

ASH

How can one not admire prefection.

I will kill it because I am

programmed to protect human life

as you know.

RIPLEY

Even if you have contempt for it.

ASH

Even then.

Bitter and angry.

RIPLEY

Sorry Ash. I don’t buy it.

ASH

You egocentric morons. You’ll

be ripped to shreds, destroyed

and…

Ripley make a movement.

Ash softens…

ASH

I can only with you well…

Ripley pulls the plug.

PARKER

He was probably right. We do

need him.

RIPLEY

He was conning us.

LAMBERT

He was programmed to protect

human life.

RIPLEY

He wasn’t protecting our human

lives and that’s all I care about.

Anyway it’s done.

Ripley exits to the bridge.

INT. BRIDGE 175

Ripley in the Computer Annex.

Lambert and Parker enter.

RIPLEY

He’s right about one thing.

We’ve got less than twelve

hours oxygen left.

PARKER

It’s all over.

Gloom.

LAMBERT

I don’t know about the rest of

you, but I think I prefer a

painless peaceful death to any

of the alternatives on offer.

RIPLEY

We’re not there yet.

Lambert holds up a small card of spansules.

Suicide pills.

LAMBERT

We’re not. Huh.

RIPLEY

I think we shuld blow up the

ship.

LAMBERT

I’ll stick with chemicals if

you don’t mind.

RIPLEY

We leave in the shuttle and

then blow up the ship.

INT. AIR LOCK – NARCISSUS 175-A

Ripley, Lambert and Parker loading oxygen tanks onto the

Narcissus.

RIPLEY

That’s all the oxygen.

PARKER

That’s it.

RIPLEY

Now. Let’s get the food, shut

off the engines and get out…

Jones. Where’s Jones.

PARKER

Who knows.

LAMBERT

Last I saw him was in the mess.

RIPLEY

Go look. We don’t want to leave him.

LAMBERT

I don’t want to go by myself.

PARKER

Always hated that damn cat.

RIPLEY

I’ll go. You load up the food.

They move out.

INT. BRIDGE 175-B

Jones lying on Dallas’ console.

Ripley comes in.

Smiles.

RIPLEY

Jones. You’re in luck.

As she reaches for him, Jones jumps off the console.

Moves away.

RIPLEY

Come on, Jones.

She moves after the cat.

We hear Parker and Lambert over the communicator

from the coolant locker.

LAMBERT

(voice over)

How much do you think we’ll

need.

Ripley still in pursuit of the cat.

CUT TO:

INT. FOOD LOCKER NUMBER 6 – “B” LEVEL 175-C

Parker and Lambert loading food.

PARKER

All you can carry.

Ripley’s voice over communicator from bridge.

RIPLEY

(voice over)

God damn it, Jones. Come here.

INT. BRIDGE 175-D

Ripley furious but still speaking gently.

RIPLEY

Here kitty…come here kitty…

Jones moves away.

INT. FOOD LOCKER NUMBER 6 – “B” DECK 175-E

Arms full, Parker moves out of the locker.

Lambert is still making her selection.

A faint light on the tracker.

Unnoticed.

INT. BRIDGE 175-F

Ripley finally corners Jones.

Finds his box.

Tries to put him in it.

Jones resists.

Ultimately futile.

OUT 176-

184

INT. FOOD LOCKER CORRIDOR – OUTSIDE 185

Parker attempts to pick up the flamethrower.

Can’t manage it and the food.

Drops some of the packages.

PARKER

Goddamn.

In the locker Lambert gathers food.

LAMBERT

What’s the matter.

PARKER

Nothing. just hurry up.

The tracker flashes faster.

Now it’s noticed.

Parker picks up the flamethrower.

PARKER

Let’s get out of here.

LAMBERT

Right now.

The Alien appears out of the air shaft ventilator.

Lambert turns.

Screams.

Unfolding, the Alien grabs for her.

INT. BRIDGE 185-A

Ripley freezes as she hears Lambert’s screams.

INT. CORRIDOR – OURSIDE 186

Parker looks back into the locker.

Unable to use the flamethrower without hitting Lambert.

He hesitates for a moment, then strides into the locker.

Wielding the flamethrower like a club.

PARKER

Goddamn you.

INT. FOOR LOCKER NUMBER 6 186-A

The Alien drops Lambert.

Parker lands a blow with the flamethrower.

No effect.

The Alien strikes him once.

Killing him instantly.

He now moves to Lambert.

INT. BRIDGE 187

Ripley listening on the communicator.

Lambert’s dying shrieks.

Then the voice-amp goes dead.

Silence.

RIPLEY

Parker. Lambert.

She waits for a response.

But her expression shows that she expects none.

A long moment.

Expectation fulfilled.

Nightmare without end.

INT. “B” LEVEL – COMPANIONWAY 187-A

Ripley descends, cautiously, holding flamethrower.

Jones left above, squalling.

INT. CORRIDOR – “B” DECK 187-B

Ripley moving warily, carrying flamethrower.

Nears entrance to food locker, looks in.

Sees carnage.

OUT 188

INT. OILY CORRIDOR – “C” DECK 189

Ripley running toward engine room.

Out of breath.

Exhausted she stops, gulps for air.

Suddenly, ahead of her, the sound of human weeping.

She moves quietly ahead until the source of the sound is

directly under her feet.

She is standing on a round metal plate.

Ripley starts to remove the disc.

INT. UNDERCARRIAGE MAINTENANCE ROOM NUMBER 4 190

The round opening illuminates a dakr ladderway.

Still carrying flamethrower, Ripley starts downwards.

Pitch black.

Ripley arrives at deck level.

Shines her light.

Its arc reveals the Alien’s layer.

Bones, shreds of flesh.

Pieces of clothing, shoes.

Bizarre extrusions on the wall.

Something moves in the darkness.

Ripley spins, turns her light toward the movement.

Hanging from the ceiling is a huge cocoon.

Woven from fine, white, silk-like material.

Falmethrower ready, Ripley approaches.

Sees that the cocoon is semi-transparent.

The body of Dallas inside.

Unexpectedly, his eyes open.

FOCUS ON Ripley.

His voice is a whisper.

DALLAS

Kill me.

RIPLEY

What did it do.

Dallas moves his head slightly.

Ripley turns her light.

Another cocoon dangles from the ceiling.

But of a different texture.

Smaller and darker, with a harder shell.

Almost exactly like the ovoids in the derelict ship.

DALLAS

That was Brett…

RIPLEY

I’ll get you out of there…

We’ll get up the autodoc.

A long moment.

It’s hopeless.

RIPLEY

What can I do.

DALLAS

Kill me.

Ripley stares at him.

Raises the flamethrower.

Sprays a molten blast.

Another blast.

The entire compartment bursts into flames.

Ripley turns and scrambles back up the ladderway.

INT. OILY CORRIDOR – “C” LEVEL 191

Ripley emerges from below.

Gasps for breath.

Regains control of herself.

EXT. OUTER SPACE 192

At light speed.

The Nostromo and refinery appear to hang motionless.

Star clusters rolling past in the infinite distance.

OUT 193

INT. ENGINE ROOM – CUBICLE 194

Ripley enters the power center.

Stares at the massive light-plus engines.

Approaches the main control board.

Begins closing the switches, one by one.

A long moment.

Sirens begin to honk.

Mother speaks.

MOTHER’S VOICE

(o.s.)

Attention. The cooling units for

the light-plus engines are not

functioning. Engines will over-

load in four minutes, fifty seconds…

INT. OILY CORRIDOR – “C” LEVEL 194-A

Ripley running toward the “B” deck companionway.

INT. “B” LEVEL – CORRIDOR 194-B

Ripley starts toward Narcissus.

Remembers Jones.

INT. “A” TO “B” LEVELS – COMPANIONWAY 194-C

Jones howling.

In his box.

Ripley reaches up and grabs him.

INT. “B” LEVEL – CORRIDOR LEADING TO AIR LOCK 195

Ripley carrying Jones, holding flamethrower.

Jones hisses.

Fur rises.

Ripley stops, and stares down corridor toward Narcissus.

The Alien can be heard thrashing about the shuttle craft.

Riplet turns and bolts toward the engine room, leaving

Jones on “B” level companionway.

INT. COMPANIONWAY TO OILY CORRIDOR – “E” LEVEL 196

Ripley bounds down the companionway.

Her footsteps clanging metallically throughout the ship.

A final sprint towards the engine room.

MOTHER’S VOICE

(o.s.)

Attention. Engines will overload

in three minutes, twenty seconds.

INT. ENGINE ROOM – CUBICLE 197

The door crashes open, Ripley comes pounding in.

The chamber filled with smoke.

Engines whining dangerously.

Ripley breaks out in perspiration from the intense heat.

She rusn to the controls.

Begins throwing the cooling unit switches back into place.

The sirens continue sounding.

MOTHER’S VOICE

(o.s.)

Attention. Engines will overload

in three minutes.

Ripley pushes a button and speaks into it.

RIPLEY

Mother, I’ve turned all the

cooling units back on.

MOTHER’S VOICE

(o.s.)

Too late for remedial action.

The core has begun to melt.

Engines will overload in two

minutes, thirty-five seconds.

A moment.

The Ripley turns and runs from the engine room.

INT. OILY CORRIDOR – COMPANIONWAY 198

Ripley runs back down the corridor.

Up the companionway, exhausted, stumbling…

MOTHER’S VOICE

(o.s.)

Attention. Engines will overload

in two minutes.

INT. “B” LEVEL – COMPANIONWAY 198-A

She reaches companionway.

Picks up Jones.

INT. “B” LEVEL – CORRIDOR LEADING TO NARCISSUS 199

Ripley staggers towards the air lock.

The Narcissus berthed beyond.

She drags Jones and raises the flamethrower.

Turns to see if the Creature is behind her.

Then advances down the passageway.

Goaded on by the computer.

MOTHER’S VOICE

(o.s.)

Attention. Engines will explode

in ninety seconds.

She makes it to the vestibule.

Looks into the shuttle.

INT. NARCISSUS 200

Ripley scans the narrow deck…empty.

INT. VESTIBULE 201

She turns and dashes back.

Grabs the cat box.

Runs back toward the shuttle.

MOTHER’S VOICE

(o.s.)

Attention. The engines will

explode in sixty seconds.

INT. NARCISSUS 202

Ripley enters on the run.

Hurls the cat box toward the front.

She dives into the control chair.

Hits the “launch” button.

EXT. NOSTROMO – OUTER SPACE 203

The retainer clips drop away.

A blast of ram jets.

The shuttle is launched from the mother ship.

INT. NARCISSUS 204

Ripley frantically straps herself in.

G-forces from the shuttles acceleration pulling against her.

EXT. SPACE 205

The Narcissus continues to power away from the mother ship.

The larger bulk of the Nostromo quietly receding.

All is strangely serene.

INT. NARCISSUS 206

Ripley finishes strapping herself in.

Reaches and grabs the cat box.

the cat yowling within.

Ripley hugs the box to her chest.

Hunches her head down over the container.

EXT. SPACE 207

The Nostromo drifts farther away from the shuttle-craft.

Finally becomes a small point of light.

Then it blows up.

Transforms into expanding orange fireball.

Pieces of metal flying in all directions.

And then the refinery explodes.

200,000,000 tons of fuel blasting silently into the cosmos.

INT. NARCISSUS 208

The shockwave hits the shuttle craft.

Jolting and rattling everything within.

Then all is quiet.

Ripley unhooks herself from her straps.

Rises, and goes to the back of the escape craft.

Stares out through the porthole.

Face bathed in orange light.

EXT. SPACE 209

Piece of debris float past.

The boiling fireball fades into nothingness.

The Nostromo has ceased to exist.

INT. NARCISSUS 210

Ripley watching the final destiny of her ship and crew mates.

A very long moment.

Then, behind her, the lethal hand emerges from deep shadow.

The Alien has been in the shuttle-craft all along.

The cat yowls.

Ripley whils.

Finding herself facing the Creature.

Ripley’s first thought if for the flamethrower.

It lies on the deck next to the Alien.

Next she glances around for a place to hide.

Her eye falls on a small locker containing a pressure suit.

The door standing open.

She begins to edge toward the compartment.

The Creature stands.

Comes for her.

Ripley dives for the open door.

Hurls herself inside.

Slams it shut.

INT. LOCKER 211

A clear glass panel in the door.

The Alien puts its head up to the window.

Peers in at Ripley.

Their faces only two inches apart.

The Alien looking at Ripley almost in curiosity.

The moaning of the cat distracts it.

INT. NARCISSUS 212

The Alien mvoes to the pressurized cat box.

Bends down and peers inside.

The cat yowls louder as his container is lifted.

INT. LOCKER 213

Ripley knocks on the glass.

Trying to distract the Creature from the cat.

The Alien’s face is instantly back at the window.

Getting no more interference from her, the Creature

returns to the cat box.

Ripley looks around.

Sees the pressure suit.

Quickly begins to pull it on.

INT. NARCISSUS 214

The Alien picks up the cat box.

Shakes it.

the cat moans.

INT. LOCKER 215

Ripley is halfway into a pressure suit.

INT. NARCISSUS 216

The Creature throws the cat box down.

Very hard.

Picks it up again.

Hammers it against the wall.

Then jams it into a crevice.

Begins to pound the container into the opening.

The cat now beyond all hysteria.

INT. LOCKER 217

Ripley pulls on the helmet, latches it into place.

Turns the oxygen valve.

With a hiss, the suit fills itself.

A rack on the wall contains a long metal rod.

Ripley peels off the rubber tip.

Revealing a sharp metal point.

INT. SPACE SUIT LOCKER 218

Ripley inhales.

Kicks the door open.

INT. NARCISSUS 219

The Creature rises.

Faces the locker.

Catches the steel shaft through its midriff.

The Alien clutches at the spear.

Yellow acid begins to flow from the wound.

Before the fluid can touch the floor…

Ripley reaches back and pulls the switch.

Blows the rear hatch.

The atmosphere in the shuttle immediately sucked into space.

The bleeding creature along with it.

Ripley grabs a strut to keep from being pulled out.

The Alien shoots past her.

Grab’s Ripley’s ankle with an appendage.

EXT. NARCISSUS 220

Ripley now hanging halfway out of the shuttle-craft.

The Alien clinging to her leg.

She kicks at it with her free foot.

The Creature holds fast.

INT. NARCISSUS 221

Ripley looks for any salvation.

Grabs the hatch level.

Yanks it.

The hatch slams shut, closing Ripley safely inside.

EXT. NACISSUS 222

The Alien still outside the shuttle-craft.

Within the vacuum of space.

The top of its appendage mashed into the closed hatch.

INT. NARCISSUS 223

Acid starts to foam along the base of the hatch.

Eats away at the metal.

Ripley stumbles forward to the controls.

Pushes the ram jet lever.

EXT. NARCISSUS – OUTER SPACE 224

The Creature struggling.

Jet exhaust located at the rear of the craft.

The engines belch flame for a few seconds.

Then shut off.

Incinerating, the Alien tumbles slowly away into space.

INT. NARCISSUS 225

Ripley hurries to the rear hatch.

Peers through the glass.

EXT. OUTER SPACE 226

The burned mass of the Alien drifts slowly away.

Writhing, smoking.

Tumbling into the distance.

Pieces dropping off.

The shape bloats, then bursts.

Spray of particles in all directions.

Then smoldering fragments dwindle into infinity.

INT. NARCISSUS – LATER 227

Now repressurized.

Ripley is seated in the control chair.

Calm and composed, almost cheerful.

Cat purring in her lap.

She dictates into a recorder.

RIPLEY

I should reach the frontier in

another five weeks. With a

little luck the network will

pick me up…This is Ripley,

W564502460H, executive officer,

last survivor of the commercial

starship Nostromo signing off.

(pause)

Come on cat.

She switches off the recorder.

Stares into space.

EXT. OUTER SPACE 228

The shuttle-craft Narcissus sails into the distance.

FADE OUT

THE END




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