Alien

Synopsis: A commercial crew aboard the deep space towing vessel, Nostromo is on its way home when they pick up an SOS warning from a distant moon. What they don't know is that the SOS warning is not like any other ordinary warning call. Picking up the signal, the crew realizes that they are not alone on the spaceship when an alien stowaway is on the cargo ship.
Genre: Horror, Sci-Fi
Director(s): Ridley Scott
Production: 20th Century Fox
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 16 wins & 19 nominations.
 
IMDB:
8.5
Metacritic:
83
Rotten Tomatoes:
97%
R
Year:
1979
116 min
Website
5,832 Views


Have you got any biscuits over there?

Here's some cornbread.

I am cold.

- Still with us, Brett?

- Right.

- Oh, I feel dead.

- Anybody ever tell you you look dead?

Oh, yeah. Right!

I just forgot something, man.

Before we dock, I think

we ought to discuss the bonus situation.

Brett and I, we think we deserve full shares.

Mr Parker and I feel the bonus situation

has never been on an equitable level.

You get what you're contracted for,

like everybody else.

Yes, but everybody else gets more than us.

Dallas, Mother wants to talk to you.

Yeah, I saw it.

Yellow light's for my eyes only.

OK, get dressed, huh? Parker?

I haven't finished my coffee.

It's the only thing good on this ship.

Morning, Mother.

- Right?

- OK.

Plug us in.

Thank you.

- Where is Earth?

- You should know.

It's not our system.

Scan.

I can't believe this.

Contact traffic control.

This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo,

out of the Solomons,

registration number 180924609,

calling Antarctica traffic control.

Do you read me? Over.

Commercial towing vehicle Nostromo,

out of the Solomons.

Registration number 180924609.

- Nothing.

- Keep trying.

Calling Antarctica traffic control.

Do you read me, Antarctica? Over.

I've found it, just short of Zeta II Reticuli.

We haven't reached the outer rim yet.

That's hard to believe.

What the hell are we doing out here?

Don't know.

What the hell are you talking about?

That's not our system.

I know that.

Do you ever notice

how they never come down here?

This is where the work is, right?

Same reason we get a half share to their one.

Our time is their time. Same old sh*t, man.

I think I know why they don't come down.

It's because of you. You have no personality.

- You happen to be in my seat. Can I have it?

- Yes. Of course. Sorry.

What's happening now, baby?

Well, some of you may have figured out

we're not home yet. We're only halfway there.

- What?

- Mother's interrupted ourjourney course.

Why?

She's programmed to do that

should certain conditions arise. They have.

It seems she has intercepted

a transmission of unknown origin.

- She got us up to check it out.

- A transmission? Out here?

What kind of a transmission?

Acoustical beacon

that repeats at intervals of 12 seconds.

- SOS?

- I don't know.

- Human?

- Unknown.

- So what?

- We are obligated under Section...

I hate to bring this up, but this is

a commercial ship, not a rescue ship.

- Right.

- It's not in my contract, this kind of duty.

And what about the money? If you wanna

give me some money, I'd be happy to oblige.

Let's go over the bonus situation.

I'm sorry, can I say something?

There is a clause which states

"Any systematised transmission

indicating intelligent origin

must be investigated...

I wanna go home and party.

Parker, will you just listen to the man?

...on penalty of total forfeiture of shares."

No money.

- Well, yeah!

- We're going in.

Yeah. We're going in.

Can we all hear that, Lambert?

- Good God.

- Doesn't sound like any radio signal I know.

- Maybe it's a voice.

- We'll soon know. Can you home in on that?

What was the position?

All right, it found the quadrant.

Ascension:
Six minutes, 20 seconds.

Declination:
39 degrees, two seconds.

OK. Put that on the screen for me.

All right. Well, that's it.

It's a planetoid. 1200 kilometres.

- It's tiny.

- Any rotation?

- About two hours.

- What about gravity?

You can walk on it.

Approaching orbital apogee. Mark.

Equatorial orbit nailed.

DOR's in line.

- Status on the lifters?

- Give me an AC pressure reading.

Prepare to disengage from platform.

Disengage.

Clear.

Money's safe.

Let's take her down.

- Roll 92 degrees, port yaw.

- Prime the port.

I'm not getting anything.

Turbulence.

Locked and floating.

You can drop us any time now.

Initial damping's going off. Hold on, people,

there's going to be a little bump.

What the hell was that?

Pressure drop. Must have lost a shield.

Let's go with it.

I'm still not getting anything.

Yeah. Dropping off now.

Still dropping.

There we are, we've got it.

Take her down.

Navigation lights on.

Kill drive engines.

What the hell happened?

- Somebody give me an answer!

- Is the hull breached?

I don't see anything. We still have pressure.

- Push the screen.

- Why?

Secondary load-sharing unit is out.

Three of the four cells are gone.

- Is that it?

- No, hold on.

We can't fix it out here anyway and

we need to reroute a couple of these ducts.

Dry-dock time.

Dry-dock. Tell him to dry-dock!

We couldn't fix it out here anyway.

We've gotta reroute all these ducts.

In order to do that, we've got to dry-dock.

What else?

Some fragments caked up.

We've got to clean it out and repressurise it.

How long before we're functional?

- Look...

- 17 hours, tell her.

At least 25 hours.

Get started. I'll be right down.

- What the hell's she coming down here for?

- She better stay the f*** out of my way.

Any response yet?

No, absolutely nothing, except

the same transmission every 12 seconds.

All the other channels are dead.

Kick on the floods.

We can't go anywhere in this.

Mother says the sun rises in 20 minutes.

- How far to the source of transmission?

- Northeast. Just under 2,000 metres.

Walking distance?

- Can you give me an atmospheric?

- Yes.

It's almost primordial.

There's inert nitrogen, high concentration

of carbon dioxide crystals, methane...

- I'm working on the trace elements.

- Anything else?

Yes. There's rock, lava base.

Deep cold, well below the line.

I'll volunteer to be in the first group to go out.

Yeah, that figures.

- You, too, Lambert.

- Swell.

You'd better break out the weapons.

- I can't see a goddamn thing!

- Ash, are you receiving?

Good contact on my board.

Clear and free. Keep the line open.

Let's go.

Hey, Ripley.

Hey, Ripley, I want to ask you a question.

If they find what they're looking for,

do we get full shares?

Don't worry, Parker,

you'll get whatever's coming to you.

I'm not gonna do any more work

until we get this straightened out.

Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share.

- What?

- Why don't you just f*** off?

- What?

- What did you say, Rip?

If you have any trouble,

I'll be on the bridge.

Hey, Ripley, come back here!

- Son of a b*tch.

- What's the matter?

Can't see a goddamn thing.

Quit griping.

- I like griping.

- Come on, knock it off.

- Ash, can you see this?

- Yes, I can.

I've never seen anything like it.

It's very bizarre.

You said it.

All right.

Moving on to second... position.

What is it?

Let's get outta here.

We've got this far.

We must go on. We have to go on.

Will you say that again?

Sh*t!

Ash, as you can see, it's hard to describe.

I'm going back to the console.

Dallas!

Come on down here.

There's something different here.

I don't know what it is, but if we can

get up that wall, we can find out.

Alien life form.

It looks like it's been dead a long time.

Fossilised.

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Dan O'Bannon

Daniel Thomas "Dan" O'Bannon (September 30, 1946 – December 17, 2009) was an American film screenwriter, director, visual effects supervisor, and occasional actor, usually in the science fiction and horror genres.O'Bannon is best known for having written the screenplay for Alien, adapted from a story he wrote with Ronald Shusett. He also contributed computer animation to Star Wars, worked on cult classics such as Dark Star, Heavy Metal, and Total Recall, and wrote and directed the horror comedy The Return of the Living Dead. more…

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