SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE:
INT. ENGINE ROOM 1
INT. ENGINE CUBICLE 2
Circular, jammed with instruments.
All of them idle.
Console chairs for two.
INT. OILY CORRIDOR – “C” LEVEL 2-A
No other movement.
INT. CORRIDOR – “A” LEVEL 2-B
INT. INFIRMARY – “A” LEVEL 2-C
Distressed ivory walls.
All instrumentation at rest.
INT. CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE – “A” LEVEL 3
INT. BRIDGE 4
Two space helmets resting on chairs.
Lights on the helmets begin to signal one another.
Moments of silence.
A yellow light goes on.
Data mind bank in b.g.
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.
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.
Kane rubs the sleep from his eyes.
Looks at the other freezer compartments.
INT. GALLEY 6
Kane plugs in a Silex.
Lights a cigarette.
Grinds some coffee beans.
Runs some water through.
Rise and shine, Lambert.
INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT 7
Another lid pops open.
A young woman sits up.
What time is it.
What do you care.
INT. GALLEY 8
Pot now half-full.
Kane watches it drip.
Inhales the fragrance.
Now Dallas and Ash.
Good morning Captain.
Where’s the coffee.
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.
And then the sound of another lid opening.
And if we have Parker, can
Brett be far behind.
Lid opening sound.
INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT 11
DALLAS looks at his groggy circus.
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.
Five men and two women: Lambert and Ripley.
Jesus am I cold.
Still with us, Brett.
They yawn, stretch, shiver.
Dallas looks over at a flashing yellow light.
I feel dead.
Kane is not yet fully awake.
You look dead.
Nice to be back.
Before we dock maybe we’d
better go over the bonus
Brett and I think we deserve a
You two will get what you
contracted for. Just like
Everybody else gets more than us.
Everybody else deserves more
than you two.
Mother wants to talk to you.
I saw it. Yellow light for my
eyes only…Now, everybody hit
INT. COMPUTER ROOM ANNEX 13
Floor to ceiling data banks.
Another flashing yellow light.
A legend underneath.
COMMAND PRIORITY ACCESS ONLY.
Sits at his console.
Removes insignia master computer key attached to
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.
Thank you Mother.
Dallas punches up the combination on the keyboard.
Immediately start getting a readout.
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
Ripley puts down the cat, straps herself into the high-
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.
Give us something to look at.
Lambert presses a bank of switches.
Viewscreens glimmer into life.
Take a look at this.
On each screen, blackness speckled with stars.
You’re the navigator.
That’s not our system.
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.
Contact traffic control.
Ripley switches on her transmission unit.
This is commercial vessel Nostromo.
Registration number 180246. Do
you read me. Over.
Nothing but the hiss of static.
Turns to Lambert.
Ripley attempting transmission in b.g.
You got a reading yet.
We’re way out in the boondocks
Working on it.
Hard to believe.
What the hell are we doing out
What are you talking about.
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.
How’s your light?
They both take a swig.
Suddenly a beeper signal begins.
Christ. What is it now.
Report to the mess.
INT. OILY CORRIDOR – “C” LEVEL 19
I want to know why they never
come down here. This is where
the work is.
Same reason we have half a
share to their one, our time is
their time, that’s the way they
Well, I’ll tell you
something… it stinks.
They move towards the companionway.
INT. MESS 20
Entire crew present.
Some of you may have figured
out that we’re not home.
What the hell.
Mother’s interrupted the course
of the voyage.
Mother is programmed to interrupt
the course of out voyage if
certain conditions arise. They
We’ve received intermittent
transmission from quadrant points
QBR 157, 052. Somebody’s gone
We’re obligated under Section B2…
Christ. We’re a commerical ship
not some rescue team. This kind
of duty’s not in our contract.
You better read your contract.
Transmissions received in non-
Dallas gives Parker and Brett a look.
We’re going in, that’s it.
Brett knows when to ease up.
Right, we’re going in.
Dallas turns to ASH.
Can we land on it.
He takes a print-out from Mother out of his hand.
The other ship did.
That’s what I mean.
Studies the print-out.
It’s big enough. Can’t see any
reason why not.
EXT. NOSTROMO AND REFINERY APPROACHING THE 20-A
INT. BRIDGE 24
Dallas at his console speaking to Ash.
We’re coming into range of the
planet. What kind of orbit do
you plan for the cargo.
Z local vertical mode.
You figure it will hold that.
You worried about redundancy
management disabling CMGS control.
CMG control is inhibited via
DAS/DCS. We’ll augment with
TACS and monitor through ATMDC
and computer interface.
EXT. NOSTROMO 25
Moving within range of the planet.
INT. BRIDGE 26
The crew strap themselves to their seats.
Prepare for separation and
orbital insertion of the cargo.
Much preparation for separation, etc.
Give me an EC Pressure reading.
3.45 n/c m^2 squared (5 psia)
Shout if it changes. Deactivate
probe retract system.
What about the pressure seal.
Dallas hits appropriate switches.
Now the probe retract system.
Kane hits other equally appropriate switches.
Release captive hatches and
Kane working switches and buttons.
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.
All free and clear.
Orbital insertion complete.
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.
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.
Chirst. Overloading. What the
hell are we going through.
Dust fritzing the compressor.
There goes the conversion
I don’t know if the digital
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.
Drop begins…now. Fifteen
kilometers and descending…
slowing. Five. Three. Two.
One kilometer and slowing.
Lock tractor breams.
A loud electrical hum.
Kill drive engines.
The engines fall silent.
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
An enormous vibration.
The panels in the room flash simultaneously.
Light go out.
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.
Secondary generator should
Where is it.
Moments. Nothing. Kane grabs emergency headlamp from
Followed by Dallas and Lambert.
Ripley hits the voice-amp.
Engine room, what happened.
God damn electrical fire, that’s
INT. ENGINE ROOM 39
Parker fighting an electrical fire on one of his panels.
Brett shouting into his voice-amp.
The intakes are clogged. We
overheated and burned out a
whole cell…Christ, it’s really
breaking loose down here…
INT. BRIDGE 40
Somebody give me a simple answer,
Has the hull been breached.
Ripley scans her gauges.
I don’t see anything. We’ve still
A beep from the communicator.
Hit the screen.
Kane snaps three toggles.
The screens flicker, but remain black.
EXT. SHIP – NIGHT 41
The wind sounds.
Storm continues to blow around the craft.
A few glittering lights distinguish the Nostromo from
INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 42
Parker on the communicator to the bridge.
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.
Is that it.
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…
We lost a cell. Some fragments
caked up and blew the whole
system. We’ve got to clean it
all out and repressurize.
Get started on 4 panel. I’ll
be down in five minutes.
She shuts off her voice communicator.
How long before we’re functional.
Fifteen to twenty hours…
Stay on it. What about the
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.
INT. BRIDGE 46
Dallas, Kane, Lambert, and Ash.
Slouched around the bridge.
Occasionally staring at the opaque screens.
Any response yet.
Nothing but the same transmission
every thirty-two seconds. All
the other channels are dead.
Kick on the floods.
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.
INT. BRIDGE – NIGHT 46-B
Dallas stares at the dark screens.
We can’t go anywhere in this.
Mother says the sun’s coming up
in about twenty minutes.
How far from the source of the
Northeast… about 3000 meters.
Close enough to walk.
Let’s run an atmospheric.
Ash punches buttons, starts to consult his panel.
10 percent agron, 85 precent
nitrogen, 5 percent neon…I’m
working on the trace elements.
Ten to the fourth dynes per square
Rock, lava base. And cold…
well below the centrigrade line.
I volunteer for the first group
I hear you. Lambert. You too.
One more thing. Let’s get out
EXT. SHIP – DAWN 47
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.
Ripley rewiring one of the panels.
Parker shuts down the laser, inspects the fusion.
Hey, Ripley, I got a question.
Do we get to go out on the
expedition or are we stuck here
until everything’s fixed.
You know the answer to that.
What about the shares in case
they find anything.
Don’t worry, you’ll both get
what’s coming to you.
I’m not doing any more work unless
we get full shares.
You’re guaranteed by law that
you’ll get a share… Now both
of you knock it off and get back
Parker looks at her.
Snaps on the laser weld.
Starts to join another section of the duct.
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.
Then the inner door slides quietly shut.
The trio pull on their helmets.
I’m sending. Do you hear me.
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
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.
Lambert walks into the storm.
Followed closely by the others.
Now I can’t see a God damn thing.
Turn on the finder.
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.
See you. Read you. Good contact
on my board.
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.
Can’t see more than three meters
in any direction.
I like griping.
They wade on, following Lambert.
She halts abruptly.
INT. BLISTER – DAWN 55
Ash watches intently.
Images on each screen of the trio.
I’ve got it again.
Yeah. A lot of dust and wind.
Starting to get some fade on the
EXT. PLANET – DAWN 56
The trio moves through a dark limbo.
Lambert indicates left.
Moves in that direction.
The others follow.
The storm growing.
They approach a towering rock formation.
The transmission stops.
It’s gone again.
Did we pass it.
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.
I’ve got it again. Let’s go.
How about our break.
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.
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…
You ought to be able to handle
If you run into trouble, I’ll be
on the bridge.
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.
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.
Have you tried putting the
transmission through ECIU.
Mother hasn’t identified it as yet.
It’s not a language.
I’ll give it a shot.
Be my guest.
She pushes some button.
The noise is now heard on her speaker.
EXT. PLANET – DAY 61
Three tiny figures against the landscape.
EXT. PLANET – DAY 62
Then Kane comes up over a rise startled by what he sees.
Suddenly the transmission is deafening.
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.
Some kind of spaceship.
Are you sure. It’s weird…
Ash, can you see this.
INT. ASH’S BLISTER – DAY 65
Ash looking at the craft on a screen.
Yeah. Never seen one like it.
Neither has Mother.
Keep checking for enhancement.
Whatever the transmission is,
it’s inside that.
I’ll go in and have a look.
Hold on. Ash, I don’t see any
lights or movements. Do you.
I can’t get any reading.
EXT. PLANET – DAY 66
It’s putting out so much power
I just can’t get any reading.
Dallas shuts off his receiver.
A long moment.
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.
There’s only one thing I can…
Dallas’ voice fades in and out.
As do their images on the screen.
buttons on console)
Dallas…Do you read me.
INT. BRIDGE – DAY 67-A
Ripley is running the transmission through ECIU.
Over the speakers Dallas’ voice fades in.
No sign of life. No lights…
She studies a long series of binary programs…
We’re beneath the base.
His voice fades into static.
EXT. STRUCTURE – DAY 68
The lower part of the entrance filled with dust and pumice.
Looks like an entrance.
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.
He unclips the light from his belt.
Shines it down into the hole.
It just goes down… smooth walls.
I can’t see the bottom, light
Kane and Lambert come over.
Dallas begins unclipping gear from his belt.
Let’s take a look around here
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…
Train their lights along the floor.
On the mechanism, a small bar moves steadily back
Sliding noiselessly in the grooves.
Lambert looks down at her direction finder.
Dallas snaps it off.
Now for a look down below.
(looks at Kane)
This is your big chance.
Don’t unhook yourself from the
cable. Be out in less than ten
minutes. Read me.
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
Hotter in here. Warm air rising
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.
You okay in there.
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.
I’m below ground level.
INT. BRIDGE 71
Ripley at her console, still working on transmission.
Gets a readout.
Speaks into communicator.
Ash, tell Dallas Mother speculates
that the noise is some kind of
I can’t tell him anything. I’ve
lost contact. The transmission
around the ship is killing all
I’m going out after them.
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.
I still think we should go after
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
The tunnel has reached its end.
Below him is a dark, cavernous space.
Deep breaths due to his violent exertion.
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.
…high nitrogen content, no
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.
This is weird.
What do you mean.
There’s something all over the
Kane walks across the chamber.
Examines the organic protrusions.
INT. CHAMBER ABOVE 73
Dallas and Lambert.
How long till sunset.
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.
It’s like some kind of storage
area. Is anybody there. Do
you read me.
Loud and clear.
The place is full of leathery
things sealed…soft to the
Can you see what’s in them.
I’ll give it a look.
He tries to open one of them.
It won’t open.
Strange feeling to it.
Don’t open it. You don’t know
what’s in it.
Kane peers closely at the leathery ovoids.
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.
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.
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
Kane…Kane can you hear me.
What’s the matter.
We better haul him out.
It’ll yank him right off his feet
if he’s not expecting it.
Try him again.
Kane…Kane…Goddamn it. Answer
Dallas begins to fiddle with the wench mechanism.
The line’s slack.
He doesn’t answer.
Do you think he could have unhooked
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.
Is it hooked on something.
No, it’s coming.
I can’t see anything.
Dallas shines his light down into the hole.
Shakes his head.
Line’s still moving.
A long moment.
Dallas shines his light again.
Here he comes.
The winch labors heavily.
Get ready to grab him.
Kane appears at the top of the opening.
Dangles limply from the wire.
Dallas reaches for him, then recoils.
Look out. There’s something on
Lambert attempts to help.
What is it.
Kane appears to be completely unconscious.
The life form is still wrapped motionless around his face.
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.
We’ve got them. They’re back
on the screens.
Three blips. They’re coming
Ripley presses transmitter.
Dallas, Lambert. Can you read me.
We hear you. We’re coming back…
Kane’s injured… We’ll need some
help getting him in.
Ripley stares at the screen.
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
INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK 77
Ash comes down the steps.
Hurries to the inner door lock.
Presses the wall voice-amp.
Ripley, I’m by the inner lock
EXT. LANDING LEG – NIGHT 77-A
Dallas and Lambert drag Kane onto lift platform.
INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK 79
Parker comes running up.
What’s going on.
Kane got hurt somehow.
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.
Ripley, are you there.
We’re coming up. Open the
What happened to Kane. I need
a clear definition.
Some kind of organism. It’s
attached itself to him. Let
You hear me. Open the lock.
If we let it in, the ship could
Goddamn it. Open the hatch.
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.
Open the God damn hatch. We
have to get him inside.
I can’t. If you were in my
position you’d do the same.
INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK 81
Ripley, do you hear me.
I read you. The answer is negative.
Ash hits the emergency switch.
A red light goes on.
Followed by a solid metallic chunk.
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.
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.
Ash and Parker move back.
Is it alive.
I don’t know, but don’t touch it.
Take him to the infirmary.
Ash and Brett move in carefully to help with the limp burden.
INT. INFIRMARY 84
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.
The Alien remains anchored to Kane’s tissue.
Let me try.
Ash takes a pair of pliers from a rack.
Carefully grasps the tip of the Creature.
You’re tearing his face.
A trickle of blood appears on Kane’s cheek.
It’s not going to come off without
pulling his whole faceoff at the
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
Dallas turns and looks at her.
A long moment.
When I give an order, I expect
it to be obeyed.
Even if it’s against the law.
Lambert steps forward and slaps Ripley across the face.
Ripley slowly puts her hand to her cheek.
You were going to leave us out there.
Maybe she should have. Who the
hell knows what that is.
Ripley looks at Lambert.
Let’s call it settled.
Lambert gives her a curt nod.
Ash turns attention to the instrumentation.
Somebody fill me in.
He went into the structure alone,
we lost radio contact. When we
pulled him out, it was on his face…
Where did it come from…
Somewhere inside that ship.
How the hell is he breathing.
They study the monitors.
Blood’s throughly oxygenated.
How. His nose and mouth seem
to be blocked.
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
The appendage ending at the base of the esophagus.
It’s got something down his goddamn
That must be how it’s getting
oxygen to him.
It doesn’t make sense. It paralyzes
him, puts him into a coma, then
keeps him alive.
Let’s kill it. We can’t leave the
damn thing on him.
I don’t know. At the moment the
Creature is keeping him alive.
If we remove it we might
I don’t think so. Let’s take the
chance and cut it off him.
You’ll take the responsibility.
Slips into surgical gloves.
Presses a switch, Kane slides back out of the booth.
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
Don’t get under it.
INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” DECK 88
Dallas, Brett and Ash crouch by the spot where the acid
Ash fishes a pen out of his pocket.
Probes the hole in the deck.
It’s stopped penetrating.
Ripley comes charging back up.
I think it’s lost steam. No
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.
I’ve never seen anything like that,
except molecular acid…
This thing uses it for blood.
It’s the asbestos that stopped it,
otherwise it would have gone straight
Wonderful defense mechanism.
You don’t dare kill it.
Parker comes up the companionway.
It’s stopped bleeding.
Yeah. After is penetrated two
What about Kane.
Starts up companionway.
INT. INFIRMARY 89
Kane still motionless on the bunk.
The Alien remains secured to his face.
Wound completely healed over.
Any of the acid get on him.
Dallas approaches, peers at Kane’s head.
Doesn’t look like it.
Is it still dripping that crap.
There must be some way we can get
And look at Dallas.
I don’t think you ought to try
again. It didn’t work out too well
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
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.
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.
Whatever it is, it’s blocking
A long moment.
The stain spreads.
What happens know.
Ash sets aside his partially melted pen.
Looks at Dallas.
You go back to work.
INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 90
Brett at work in the cubicle.
Parker supervising him.
I think I’ve got it. Give it a
Parker pushes a button.
Negative reaction on his monitor.
Damn. I was sure that was it.
Well, it wasn’t. Try the next one.
Adjusts several toggles.
This goddamn woman. I’ll tell
her what’s happening. My Johnson
(punches the communicator)
A lot of hard work. Real work.
INT. BRIDGE – NIGHT 91
You ought to try it sometime.
I’ve got the toughest job on
Derisive laugh from Parker through the speaker.
I have to listen to your bullshit.
INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 92
Get off my back.
I’ll get off your back when 12
module is fixed.
She clicks off.
Parker turns away.
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.
Sits near Ash.
He’s holding, no changes.
What about the Creature.
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.
Plenty. What’s it mean.
Interesting combination of elements
making it one tough little son-of-
Is that why you let it in.
I was following a direct order.
While Dallas and Kane are off
the ship, I’m Senior Officer.
Yes, of course — I forgot.
You also forgot the science division’s
basic quarantine law.
No. that I didn’t forget.
You just broke it.
What would you have done with Kane…
His only chance at staying alive
was to get into the infirmary.
By breaking quarantine procedure
you risk everybody’s life.
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.
This is your official position as
a science officer. Not exactly out
of the manual.
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.
INT. MESS 94
Lambert playing with some string, amusing Jones.
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.
An interruption on the communicator.
I think you should have a
look at Kane. Something’s
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE IMFIRMARY WINDOW 97
Ash stares through window.
Dallas joins him.
Ripley appears behind.
A long pause.
Kane’s prone form.
The Alien is no longer on his face.
Kane still unconscious, but continues to breathe.
Face covered with sucker marks.
The door is closed. It must still
be in there.
We can’t open the door. We don’t
want to let it out.
Yeah, I remember. We can’t grab
it. We can’t kill it…
Maybe we can catch it.
As long as we’re careful not to
INT. INFIRMARY 97-A
They enter cautiously.
Dallas begins moving slowly around the room.
Picking up a stainless steel tray.
Ash and Ripley do the same.
Ripley bends down and peers under the bunk.
Accidentally kicks over a tray.
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.
I think it’s dead.
(looks to Ripley)
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.
Look at those suckers. No wonder
we couldn’t get it off him.
Where’s its mouth.
It’s this tube-thing, up in
the end of the organ)
(slips the Creature
under a fluoroscope)
It’s dead. No life sign whatever.
Let’s get rid of it.
This has to go back. This is
our first contact with a
specimen like this. All kinds
of tests need to be run.
That thing bled acid. God
knows what it’ll do when
I think it’s safe to assume
it’s not a zombie… Dallas, we
have to keep this specimen.
You’re the science officer. It’s
Then it’s made… I’ll seal it
in a stasis tube.
What about Kane.
Ash turns back to the bunk.
Studies the life support gauges.
Kane continues to breathe steadily.
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.
I need some coffee.
She turns and walks away.
INT. COMPUTER ANNEX 98
Ripley and Dallas.
How could you leave that kind
of decision to him.
I just run the ship. Anything
that has to do with science
division, Ash has the final word.
How does that happen.
Same way everything else happens.
Orders from the Company.
Since when is that standard
Standard procedure is do what
they tell you… Besides, I only
know about flying… I haul cargo
for a living.
Did you ship out with Ash before.
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.
So what. They replaced my
warrant officer with you.
I don’t trust him.
I don’t trust anybody…What’s
holding up repairs.
They’re pretty much finished now.
Why didn’t you say so?
There are still some thing left
We’re blind on B and C decks.
Reserve power systems blown…
That’s crap. We can take off
Is that a good idea.
I want to get out of here.
Let’s get this turkey off the
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.
Lock tractor beams.
The pitch of the hum changes.
The ship levels itself.
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
Take us up.
Lambert bends over the voice amplifier.
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.
Switch on lifter quads.
A powerful, deep throbbing begins.
The vibrations increase.
Everything holding together
INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE 105
Parker and Brett strapped in and vibrating.
We fix something it stays fixed.
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.
Engage artificial gravity.
Lambert throws a switch.
The ship lurches.
Altering the vector now.
A huge tremor runs throughout the ship.
Dust is clogging the damn intakes
again. We’re overloading.
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.
Let’s pick up the money and go
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.
We did it
Walk in the park. When we fix
something it stays fixed.
INT. BRIDGE 112
The Nostromo now safely beyong gravity.
Set our course and get us up
to light plus four.
Lambert begins punching buttons.
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.
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.
Whenever he says anything you say
‘right’. You know that, Brett.
What do you think, Parker. Your
staff just follows you around and
says ‘right’. Like a regular parrot.
Parker turns to Brett.
Yeah. Shape up. What are you,
some kind of parrot.
Knock it off… Kane will have
to go into quarantine.
Yeah. And so will we.
How about a little something to
lower your spirits.
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…
Give me the short version…
It’ll take us six weeks to get
back on course.
How far to Earth.
Come and see Kane right away…
Any change in his condition.
It’s simpler if you just come
INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE INFIRMARY WINDOW 116
What they see is…Not what they expect.
Kane is sitting up in bed…wide awake.
Kane…Are you all right.
Mouth’s dry…can I have some
Instantly, Ash brings him a plastic cup and water.
Kane gulps it down in a swallow.
Ripley quickly fills a much bigger container.
Hands it to Kane.
He greedily consumes the entire contents.
Then sags back, panting, on the bunk.
How do you feel.
Terrible. What happened to me.
You don’t remember.
Don’t remember anything. I can
barely remember my name.
Do you hurt.
All over. Feel like somebody’s
been beating me with a stick
for about six years.
God, I’m hungry.
What’s the last thing you can
I don’t know.
Do you remember what happened
on the planet.
Just some horrible dream
about smothering. Where
We’re on our way home.
Getting ready to go back into
I’m starving. I want some food
I’m pretty hungry myself.
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.
First thing I’m going to do when
we get back is eat some decent
I’ve had worse than this, but
I’ve had better too, if you know
what I mean.
Christ, you’re pounding down this
stuff like there’s no tomorrow.
I mean I like it.
Yeah. It grows on you.
It should. You know what they
make this stuff out of…
I know what they make it out of.
So what. It’s food now. You’re
Suddenly Kane grimaces.
Kane’s voice strains.
What’s the matter.
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.
Oh God, it hurts so bad.
It hurts. It hurts.
What is it. What hurts.
Kane’s face screws into a mask of agony.
He falls back into his chair.
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.
A huge hole in his chest.
The dishes are scattered.
Food covered with blood.
No, no, no, no, no.
What was that. What the Christ
It was growing in him the whole
time and he didn’t even know it.
It used him for an incubator.
That means we’ve got another
Yeah. And it’s loose on the
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
Parker and Brett descend companioway.
They join Ash, Lambert, Ripley and Dallas.
Didn’t see a goddamn thing.
Didn’t see anything.
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.
We can’t kill it. If we do, it
will spill its body acids right
through the hull…
We have to catch it and eject
it from the ship.
Our supplies are based on us
spending a limited amount of
time out of suspended animation.
First we have to find it.
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.
Inner hatch sealed.
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.
I’ve checked on the supplies.
For about a week we can stay
out of hypersleep.
We run out of food and oxygen.
All right, that’s what we’ve got.
A week. It’s plenty of time.
I say we put on our pressure
suits and blow all the air out
of the ship. That might kill it.
What a swell idea.
What’s wrong with it.
We’ve got forty-eight hours of
air in our pressure suits and
it takes six months to get home.
Other than that…A swell idea.
Parker won’t give up on this idea.
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.
All by yourselves.
I hate to point this out but
it might be better off without
oxygen. It lived that way long
There’s another problem. How
do we find it. There’s no
visual communication on B and
C decks. All the screens are
We’re going to have to flush it
Sounds great…but how.
Room by room, corridor by corridor.
One of those suggestions that nobody likes.
And what do we do when we find it.
Trap it somehow.
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.
Why do we listen to this meathead.
Dallas turns it over.
He might be right…
EXT. OUTER SPACE 123
The Nostromo continues through the vortex.
INT. INFIRMARY 124
Ash working at a read-out section.
I want to talk.
I’m a little busy at the
I don’t care.
All right, go ahead.
Why did you let the Alien survive
I’m not sure you’re getting
through to me.
Mother was monitoring his body.
You were monitoring Mother. You
must have had some idea of what
was going on.
What are you trying to say.
A long moment.
You want the Alien to stay alive
…I figure you have a reason.
Look, we both work for the same
company. I just want to know
what’s going on.
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.
Yeah, I’m sure. You should be
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.
I thought I’d find you here.
Dallas continues to stare.
Are the nets finished.
We’ve got an hour…Look I
need some relief.
Why did you wait until now.
Ripley leans forward.
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.
We’re the new pioneers, Ripley.
We even get to have our own
I’m tired of talking.
She rises and removes her upper garments.
You waited too long.
Give it a try anyway.
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.
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.
It won’t damage the little bastard
unless its skin is a lot thinner
than ours…It’ll just give it a
Now if we could only find it.
Ash picks up a portable unit.
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.
What’s it key on.
Micro changes in air density.
Keep it pointed ahead of you.
We’ll break into two teams.
Whoever finds it first catches
it in the net and ejects it
from the nearest air lock.
For starters, let’s make sure
the bridge is safe.
Parker turns on his unit.
Scans it around the room.
We seem to be okay…If this
damn thing works.
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.
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.
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.
The move on.
A small light flashes.
Hold it. I’ve got something.
Parker and Brett grow tense.
Start looking around.
Where’s it coming from.
Ripley peers closely at the tracker.
Machine’s screwed up. I can’t
tell. Needle’s spinning all
over the dial.
Ripley turns the tracker on its side.
The needles stabilize.
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
They stop at the foot of the companionway…
They move down corridor into darkness.
Looks at the tracker.
Nods down the passageway. Stops.
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.
I thought you fixed 12 module.
Circuits must have burned out.
They switch on lights.
Move around two turns.
They stop quickly, almost stumbling.
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.
They open the net and release the captive.
Which happens to be the cat.
Hissing and spitting,. it scampers away.
God damn it…hold it.
We should have killed it…Now
we might pick it up on the
Go get it. We’ll go on.
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.
Goddamn it Jones.
A reassuring cat yowl.
Brett moves on.
INT. PASSAGEWAY – “C” LEVEL 131
Ripley and Parker walk along.
Tracker signal weakens.
Let’s go back.
INT. UNDERCARRIAGE ROOM – “C” LEVEL 132
Still looking for Jones.
Another yowl followed by a hiss.
Two eyes shining in the dark.
Relieved, Brett moves toward the cat.
Here kitty…Come on Jones.
Brett reaches for Jones.
An arm reaches for Brett.
Now seven feet tall.
Hanging from the undercarriage strut in reverse position.
Grabs Brett and swings up into darkness.
To no avail…
In the doorway Ripley and Parker.
They witness the horror.
INT. MESS 133
The remaining crew assemble.
Blast the rotten bastard with
a laser and take our chances.
No. At its present size it’s
holding enough acid to tear a
hole in this ship as big as this
It wouldn’t do any good. It’s
self-regenerating. You saw that
when we operated on it.
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.
Drive it…The son-of-a-bitch
For once he has a point. How
do we drive it.
The science department should
be able to help…
According to Mother, he’s a
primitive form of encephlepod…
How come it’s a he.
Just a phrase. As a matter of
fact he’s both, bisexual or
hermaphrodite to be precise.
Skip its sex life. How do
we kill it.
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.
Curious isn’t it…That the
Alien is an encephlepod…
What’s so curious about that.
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.
You’re getting paranoid again.
All right. What about the
temperature. What happens
if we change it.
Let’s give it a try. Most
animals retreat from fire.
I can hook up a couple of
incinerating units in about
Anybody got any better ideas.
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.
It’s in that food locker.
EXT. FOOD LOCKER NUMBER 12 134-A
More rending noises.
Jesus. It must be huge.
It’s got to be using the
airshafts to move around…
Dallas raises flamethrower.
Do these things really work.
I made them didn’t I.
That’s what worries me.
Dallas indicates door handle.
Parker reluctantly takes it.
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
Packages have been ripped to shreds.
Foodstuffs scattered over the floor.
Carefully, they poke through the smouldering garbage.
We didn’t get him.
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.
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.
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.
Well Parker, you wanted an
Get in the pipe.
I just wanted to see you get
your full share.
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.
It’s still working.
Why do you have to go. Why
didn’t you sent Ripley.
It’s my responsibility. I let
Kane go into the craft. Now
it’s my turn.
You’re the captain. It’ll be
harder on the rest of us, if
we lose you.
Nothing I do that Ripley can’t.
I don’t agree.
The decision is final.
He removes the master computer key.
Hands it to Ash.
If I don’t take it back,
Ripley will need this.
Dallas turns and climbs into the ventilator opening.
Just large enough to crawl through.
INT. AIR SHAFT 137
Dallas turns on his helmet light.
Flips switch on throat mike.
Do you receive me. Ripley.
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.
We’re in position. I’ll try
and pick you up on the tracker.
Parker hefts his flamethrower.
Parker, if it tries to come
out by you, make sure you drive
it back in. I’ll push it forward.
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.
Air lock open.
INT. AIR SHAFT 140
Dallas begins to crawl forward.
The tunnel is narrow…
Only a foot or two wider than his shoulders.
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.
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.
Let’s keep it open. I’d like
to know if anything’s coming.
Reluctantly, Parker again throws the switch and raises the
INT. AIR LOCK VESTIBULE 142
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.
Beginning to get a reading on
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.
INT. AIR LOCK VESTIBULE 146
Read you clear.
INT. AIR SHAFT 147
I don’t think this shaft goes
much farther… It’s getting hot
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
Dallas crawls out and stands.
Moves to a catwalk floor. Looks about.
Moves forward. Reaches a repair junction.
His feet dangle beneath the catwalk floor to the next level.
Lambert, what kind of reading
are you getting.
INT. MAINTENANCE LEVEL 149-A
Lambert huddled over her tracker.
I’m not sure. There seems
to be some kind of double
INT. AIR SHAFT DOUBLE-TIERED PASSAGEWAY 149-B
His feet still dangling in the dark beneath the catwalk.
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.
Lambert, am I coming in any
It’s clear all right, but I’m
still getting two blips.
I’m not sure which one is
Looks back down through the catwalk.
Lowers the nose of the flamethrower, his finger on the
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.
INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA 151
Lambert and Parker.
Hearing it all.
Oh my God.
INT. MESS 152
Dallas’ flamethrower on the table surface.
We just found it laying there.
No sign of him. Only a hole
torn through to the central
The remaining crew standing at the table.
This puts me in command.
For the first time he’s dropped his bullshit.
Unless someone’s got a better
idea about dealing with the
Alien, we’ll continue with the
How are our weapons.
They’re working fine…We could
use more fuel for that one.
Indicating Dallas’ flamethrower.
Ripley turns to Ash.
Any ideas. From you or Mother.
Nothing new. Just the one
you’re operating under.
You mean to tell me with
everything we’ve got, we’re
still powerless against the
That’s the way it looks.
I can’t believe that.
I’m sorry captain. what would
you like me to do.
Go back to Mother and keep
asking questions until you
get some better answers.
All right…I’ll try.
He starts to go.
Dallas didn’t leave the master
computer key with you.
You didn’t get it.
Well, we probably won’t need
I know Ash has got the key.
Why should he lie.
He knows I want to check up on
him…Without that key we’ve got
no access to command priority
They start to leave.
INT. MAINTENANCE AREA – “C” DECK 153
Parker selects two full methane cylinders.
He tests them.
INT. CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE 154
Did you ever sleep with Ash?
No. What about you.
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.
Then another shadowy movement…
INT. BRIDGE 156
Ripley and Lambert
Parker’s voice on voice-amp.
Ripley hits a toggle.
INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 156-A
Parker covers the wall communication with his hand.
Keep it down…
Up the corridor, the movement stops.
INT. BRIDGE 156-B
Can’t hear you…Repeat…
INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 157
The Alien…It’s outside the
main air lock door. Open the
door slowly…When I shout…
close it fast.
INT. BLISTER 157-A
INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 157-B
Parker still whispering.
INT. BRIDGE 158
Starts to reply.
INT. AIR LOCK – “B” DECK 159
Low servo whine.
Green light throbbing inside air lock.
Creature looks curiously at it.
Moves onto the threshold.
INT. PASSAGEWAY – “B” LEVEL 159-A
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.
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.
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
The Alien wrenches itself free.
Comes flying outward.
Smashes Parker down.
On the wall a green light goes on.
“Inner Hatch Closed”
INT. AIR LOCK 161
Metal still boiling.
The outer hatch begins to open.
INT. BRIDGE 163
Pushes a switch.
Pushes it again.
What’s happening, Parker.
In front of her a green light blinks.
“Inner Hatch Closed.”
Inner hatch sealed. The outer
hatch is open.
What about Parker.
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
INT. AIR LOCK 165
The inner hatch still closed.
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.
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.
Simultaneously vestibule doors close either end.
Sealing in Ripley and Parker.
Door nearest to Parker half-closed on one of the methane
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
Emergency light readings.
“Emmergency Bulkheads Closed”
Ash, get the oxygen. Meet me at
the air lock.
INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK – “B” LEVEL 169-B
Ripley staggers toward an emergency panel.
At far end of corridor.
Tries to activate the door.
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
Parker regains consciousness.
Struggles to breathe.
Ripley unable to move.
Breath coming in shallow pants.
Lambert with an oxygen tank.
Oxygen administered to Ripley and Parker.
You all right.
We didn’t get it. The warning
went off and it jumped back in
Who hit the warning.
You tell me.
What does that mean.
I guess the alarm went off by
If you’ve got something to say
say it. I’m sick of these coy
Nobody’s accusing you.
The hell you’re not.
Go patch him up.
Ash and Parker leave.
Ripley turns to Lambert.
How much oxygen have we lost.
I want an exact reading.
You were accusing him.
If I could find the command
computer key, I could prove it.
You’re still accusing him of
stealing the key.
You think I’m wrong.
I don’t know. Wrong or crazy.
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.
She looks around.
Resumes searching near blister window…
Ripley finds key…
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…
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.
Punches another combination.
One screen comes to life.
She moves to the second keyboard.
Screen One spells out the question:
Question: WHO TURNED ON AIR LOCK 2 WARNING SYSTEM.
Question: IS ASH PROTECTING THE ALIEN.
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.
Ripley lashes out with her foot.
Kicks him in the middle.
Ripley twists away.
Ash throws a punch at her.
She pushes a chair at him.
Overturns the desk…
And runs through bridge into mess.
He moves after 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.
A robot, a God damn Droid.
Ash turns on him.
Starts to advance.
Parker hits him again with the tracker…
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.
Kicks the headless body.
Lambert looks at Ripley.
Tell me…What the hell’s going on.
Let’s find out. Wire him back up.
What kind of crap is that.
The set to work.
Begin to reassemble the wiring in Ash’s head.
Ash let it on board. Ash let it
grow inside Kane. Ash blew the
Special Order 937.
That’s what I want to know.
Ash’s head is placed on the table.
His eyes flicker into consciousness.
What is Special Order 937.
You know I can’t tell you that.
Then there’s not point in talking
to you. Pull the plug.
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.
Why. Why not tell us.
Would you have gone.
It wasn’t in the contract.
My very point.
They wanted to investigate the
Alien. No matter what happened
That’s unfair. Actually, you
weren’t mentioned in the order.
See it from their point of view.
They didn’t know what the Alien is.
How do we kill it.
I don’t think you can. Not
in this ship, given its life
support systems. But I might
be able to.
I don’t know quite yet. I’m not
exactly at my best at the moment.
If you would reconnect…
Don’t be so hasty. You’ll never
kill it without my help.
We’ve had enough of your help.
You’ve barely got any oxygen left.
If you don’t go into hypersleep,
you’ll die with or without the
Nice try, Ash.
I will do whatever I can to help
you. I swear it.
Pull the plug.
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.
You admire it.
How can one not admire prefection.
I will kill it because I am
programmed to protect human life
as you know.
Even if you have contempt for it.
Bitter and angry.
Sorry Ash. I don’t buy it.
You egocentric morons. You’ll
be ripped to shreds, destroyed
Ripley make a movement.
I can only with you well…
Ripley pulls the plug.
He was probably right. We do
He was conning us.
He was programmed to protect
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.
He’s right about one thing.
We’ve got less than twelve
hours oxygen left.
It’s all over.
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.
We’re not there yet.
Lambert holds up a small card of spansules.
We’re not. Huh.
I think we shuld blow up the
I’ll stick with chemicals if
you don’t mind.
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
That’s all the oxygen.
Now. Let’s get the food, shut
off the engines and get out…
Jones. Where’s Jones.
Last I saw him was in the mess.
Go look. We don’t want to leave him.
I don’t want to go by myself.
Always hated that damn cat.
I’ll go. You load up the food.
They move out.
INT. BRIDGE 175-B
Jones lying on Dallas’ console.
Ripley comes in.
Jones. You’re in luck.
As she reaches for him, Jones jumps off the console.
Come on, Jones.
She moves after the cat.
We hear Parker and Lambert over the communicator
from the coolant locker.
How much do you think we’ll
Ripley still in pursuit of the cat.
INT. FOOD LOCKER NUMBER 6 – “B” LEVEL 175-C
Parker and Lambert loading food.
All you can carry.
Ripley’s voice over communicator from bridge.
God damn it, Jones. Come here.
INT. BRIDGE 175-D
Ripley furious but still speaking gently.
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.
INT. BRIDGE 175-F
Ripley finally corners Jones.
Finds his box.
Tries to put him in it.
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.
In the locker Lambert gathers food.
What’s the matter.
Nothing. just hurry up.
The tracker flashes faster.
Now it’s noticed.
Parker picks up the flamethrower.
Let’s get out of here.
The Alien appears out of the air shaft ventilator.
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.
INT. FOOR LOCKER NUMBER 6 186-A
The Alien drops Lambert.
Parker lands a blow with the flamethrower.
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.
She waits for a response.
But her expression shows that she expects none.
A long moment.
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.
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.
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.
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.
That was Brett…
I’ll get you out of there…
We’ll get up the autodoc.
A long moment.
What can I do.
Ripley stares at him.
Raises the flamethrower.
Sprays a molten 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.
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.
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.
INT. “A” TO “B” LEVELS – COMPANIONWAY 194-C
In his box.
Ripley reaches up and grabs him.
INT. “B” LEVEL – CORRIDOR LEADING TO AIR LOCK 195
Ripley carrying Jones, holding flamethrower.
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.
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.
Attention. Engines will overload
in three minutes.
Ripley pushes a button and speaks into it.
Mother, I’ve turned all the
cooling units back on.
Too late for remedial action.
The core has begun to melt.
Engines will overload in two
minutes, thirty-five seconds.
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…
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.
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.
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.
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.
the cat moans.
INT. LOCKER 215
Ripley is halfway into a pressure suit.
INT. NARCISSUS 216
The Creature throws the cat box down.
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
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.
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.
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
Ripley is seated in the control chair.
Calm and composed, almost cheerful.
Cat purring in her lap.
She dictates into a recorder.
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.
Come on cat.
She switches off the recorder.
Stares into space.
EXT. OUTER SPACE 228
The shuttle-craft Narcissus sails into the distance.