Alien Page #4

Oh, God! It's moving right towards you.

Move! Get out of there!

Move!

Dallas! Move, Dallas!

Move, Dallas. Get out!

No! Not that way! The other way!

Dallas?

- No.

- Take it easy.

Dallas!

We found this laying there.

No blood.

No Dallas.

Nothing.

- I don't hear anybody sayin' nothing.

- I'm thinking.

Unless somebody has got a better idea,

we'll proceed with Dallas's plan.

What?! And end up like the others?

Oh, no. You're out of your mind!

- You got a better idea?

- Yes. I say that we abandon the ship.

We get the shuttle and get the hell out of here,

and hope somebody picks us up.

Lambert, shh.

- The shuttle won't take four.

- Then why don't we draw straws?

I'm not drawing any straws.

I'm for killing it now!

OK. Let's talk about killing it.

It's in the air shafts...

Will you listen to me, Parker? Shut up!

Let's hear it. Let's hear it.

- It's using the air shafts.

- We don't know that...

That's the only way!

We'll move in pairs.

We'll go step by step

and cut off every bulkhead and vent

until we have it cornered,

then we'll blow it the f*** out into space.

Is that acceptable to you?

If it means killing it, yeah.

But we have to stick together.

- How are our weapons?

- The weapons are fine.

This one needs refuelling.

Will you get it, please?

- Ash, go with him.

- No, I can manage, Ash.

Don't follow me.

Ash!

Any suggestions from you or Mother?

No. We're still collating.

You're what? You're still collating?

I find that hard to believe.

- What would you like me to do?

- Just what you've been doing, Ash. Nothing.

I've got access to Mother now,

and I'll get my own answers, thank you.

All right.

There is an explanation for this, you know.

I don't wanna hear

your goddamn explanation!

Parker. Lambert?

Ash!

Will you open the door?

Let me by, Ash.

What the hell are you doing?

Get her up! Get her up, get her up!

It's an android!

Jesus...

It's a robot!

Ash is a goddamn robot.

God!

Holy sh*t!

Help me get this f***ing thing off!

God... Oh, Jesus...

Oh, God. Oh, God.

How come the company

sent us a goddamn robot?

They must have wanted the alien

for the weapons division.

He's been protecting it right along.

- Parker, will you plug it in?

- Um... I don't know...

Because he may know how to kill it.

Ash, can you hear me?

Yes, I can hear you.

What was your special order?

You read it. I thought it was clear.

- What was it?

- Bring back life form, priority one.

All other priorities rescinded.

The damn company!

What about our lives, you son of a b*tch?!

I repeat, all other priorities are rescinded.

How do we kill it, Ash?

There's gotta be a way of killing it.

- How do we do it?

- You can't.

That's bullshit!

You still don't understand

what you're dealing with, do you?

The perfect organism.

Its structural perfection

is matched only by its hostility.

You admire it.

I admire its purity.

A survivor,

unclouded

by conscience, remorse,

or delusions of morality.

Look, I've heard enough of this

and I'm asking you to pull the plug.

Last word.

I can't lie to you about your chances, but...

you have my sympathies.

We're gonna blow up the ship.

We'll take our chances in the shuttle.

- Blow up the ship.

- Good.

Come on.

When we throw the switches,

how long do we have?

- Ten minutes.

- No bullshit.

Or else we won't need no rocket

to fly through space.

We'll need coolant for the air support system.

You two go down and get all the coolant

you can carry. I'll get the shuttle ready.

I'll give you about...

about seven minutes.

Come back up here, I'll shut the switches off

and we'll blow this f***er off into space.

- Ready?

- Take care of yourself.

Seven minutes.

Take it easy.

Jones?

Jones?

OK, check the bottles.

Jones?

- How are you doing?

- Fine.

OK, go ahead.

Jones?

Kitty, kitty, kitty.

Come here, Jones, come here.

Jones.

Come here, boy. Come here. Nice kitty.

Jones?

Jones?

Come here. Come here, sweetheart.

Jones.

Jones. Jones.

Jones.

Jones! Goddamn it.

Now I've got you.

Come on, sweetheart. Nice kitty.

Oh, my God...

- Get out of the way!

- I can't.

Get out of the way! It's gonna kill us!

I can't!

- For Christ sake, get out of the way!

- Parker... Lambert...

Get out of the way, Lambert!

Lambert! Lambert... Parker...

Get ready to roll!

Parker?

Danger.

The emergency destruct system

is now activated.

The ship will detonate

in T minus ten minutes.

The option to override automatic detonation

expires in T minus five minutes.

Dallas?

Brett.

Kill me.

Kill me...

The option to override automatic detonation

expires in T minus three minutes.

The option to override automatic detonation

expires in T minus one minute.

The option to override detonation procedure

has now expired.

Mother! I've turned the cooling unit back on!

Mother!

The ship will automatically destruct

in T minus five minutes.

You b*tch!

Goddamn it!

Jones.

You now have one minute

to abandon ship.

The ship will automatically destruct

in T minus one minute.

I got you,

you son of a b*tch.

It's all right.

All right, it's nice to see you, too.

It's OK.

Come on.

You... are... my lucky star.

You are my...

lucky star.

You...

Lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky, lucky...

OK.

Oh, come on.

You are... my lucky star...

You...

...my lucky star...

You are my lucky star...

You are my lucky...

You... are my lucky star...

Final report

of the commercial starship Nostromo.

Third Officer reporting.

The other members of the crew -

Kane,

Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash

and Captain Dallas - are dead.

Cargo and ship destroyed.

I should reach the frontier in about six weeks.

With a little luck,

the network will pick me up.

This is Ripley,

last survivor of the Nostromo,

signing off.

Come on, cat.

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