Alien 3 Page #2

I try not to offend

their convictions.

I don't want to upset the order.

I don't want ripples

in the water...

and I don't want a woman walking

around giving them ideas.

I see.

For my own personal safety.

Exactly.

I'll leave the cremation details

to you, Mr. Clemens.

ANDREWS:

They may use the furnace...

but I want everyone in lockup

by 2200 hours.

ANDREWS:
"We commit this child

and this man...

"to Your keeping, O Lord."

"Their bodies have been taken...

"from the shadow of our night."

"They have been released

from all darkness and pain."

"The child and the man...

"have gone beyond our world."

"They are forever...

"eternal, and everlasting."

[Barking]

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust."

DILLON:
Why?

Why are the innocent punished?

[Dog whimpers]

DILLON:
Why the sacrifice?

Why the pain?

There aren't any promises.

Nothing's certain.

some get saved.

She won't ever know

the hardship and grief...

for those of us left behind.

We commit these bodies

to the void...

with a glad heart.

[Growling]

DILLON:
For within each seed...

there is a promise of a flower.

And within each death,

no matter how small...

there's always a new life.

A new beginning.

Amen.

PRISONERS:
Amen.

PRISONER:
It's f***ing weird.

Only a woman

survived that crash.

SECOND PRISONER:

What trouble can she cause?

THIRD PRISONER:
She's already

changed everything.

PRISONER:
What are we

supposed to do with her?

PRISONER:
I mean it.

[Man laughs]

PRISONER:
Not around here,

that's for sure.

PRISONER:
Hello.

I just wanted to...

say thanks for what you said

at the funeral.

My friends

would have appreciated...

You don't want to know me, lady.

I'm a murderer

and rapist of women.

Really.

Well, I guess

I must make you nervous.

DILLON:

Do you have any faith, sister?

Not much.

We've got a lot of faith here.

Enough even for you.

I thought women weren't allowed.

We've never had any before,

but we tolerate anybody...

even the intolerable.

Thank you.

DILLON:
That's just a statement

of principle, nothing personal.

We've got a good place

to wait here.

And until now... no temptation.

CLEMENS:
Dillon and the rest

of the alternative people...

embraced religion, as it were,

aboutfive years ago.

Take two.

RIPLEY:
I'm on medication?

CLEMENS:
Hardly.

RIPLEY:
What kind of religion?

CLEMENS:
Some sort of

apocalyptic, millenarian...

Christian fundamentalist...

- Right.

- Exactly.

CLEMENS:
When the Company

wanted to close the facility...

Dillon and the rest

of the converts wanted to stay.

with two minders

and a medical officer.

And here we are.

How did you get

this wonderful assignment?

How do you

like your new haircut?

It's OK.

Now that I've gone out on a limb

for you with Andrews...

damaged my less-than-perfect

relationship with him...

and briefed you on the humdrum

history of Fury 161...

can't you tell me

what you were lookingfor?

Are you attracted to me?

In what way?

In that way.

You're very direct.

I've been out here a long time.

MURPHY SINGING:

In the year 7510

If God's a-comin',

he oughta make it by then

Maybe he'll look around and say

Guess it's time

for the judgment...

Yecchh!

[Singing]

In the year...

Hey, Spike.

Spike? Spikey.

Are you down there?

What are you doing?

Aah!

I really appreciate

your affections.

But I am aware

that they deflected my question.

In the nicest possible way,

of course.

RIPLEY:

You're spoiling the mood.

I have a job to do.

I want to know why we had

to cremate the bodies.

and I had to be sure

what killed her.

Anyway, I made a mistake.

Possibly.

Now I've made another.

What's that?

RIPLEY:

Fraternizing with a prisoner.

Physical contact.

It's against the rules,

isn't it?

I'm not a prisoner.

RIPLEY:
You have a bar code

on the back of your head.

That does deserve

an explanation.

Now is not the moment.

[lntercom buzzes]

AARON:
Mr. Clemens.

Mr. Aaron.

AARON:
Superintendent Andrews

would like you to report...

to ventshaft twenty-two

on the second quadrant... now.

We've had an accident.

CLEMENS:
Something serious?

AARON:
You could call it that.

One of our prisoners

has been... diced.

CLEMENS:
Sorry.

I have to go.

Official duties.

ANDREWS:
Who was it?

Murphy.

How do you know?

That's his boot.

I gave him the assignment, sir.

He was a wanker.

No apologies, Mr. Aaron.

It wasn't yourfault.

CLEMENS:

Not much to say, is there?

Death was instantaneous.

AARON:
No sh*t.

ANDREWS:

He was pulled into the fan?

Sudden rush of air, except...

AARON:
Right.

Almost happened to me once.

I've told them so many times,

"Stay away from the fans."

Nobody bloody listens.

Except the fan was blowing.

- What's that?

- I don't know.

ANDREWS:
I want to see you

in my quarters in 30 minutes.

AARON:
Got any ideas?

CLEMENS:
Here you are.

Wandering around unescorted...

is really going to piss

Superintendent Andrews off.

Want to tell me

about your accident?

A prisoner has been killed.

- Really?

- Hmm.

- How?

- In the air shaft.

CLEMENS:
Poor sod

backed into a nine-footfan.

Ifound something

at the accident site...

just a bit away

from where it happened.

A mark.

A burn.

Rather like the one youfound

on the girl's cryo-tube.

I want to help, but I need

to know what's going on...

or what you think is going on.

If you really want to help...

find a computer

with audio capabilities...

so I can access

this flight recorder.

What about Bishop,

the droid that crashed with me?

I can point you

in the right direction.

I can't join you.

I have a previous engagement.

Listen to me,

you piece of sh*t.

You screw with me again,

I'll cut you in half.

I'm sorry.

I don't think I understand.

At 0700 hours, I received

wordfrom the network.

This is the first

high-level communication...

this installation has ever

received, to my knowledge.

They want this woman

looked after.

They consider her to be

high-priority.

- Why?

- I have no idea.

Why did you let her

out of the infirmary?

This accident with Murphy...

is what happens when one

of these dumb sons of b*tches

walks around with a hard-on.

I'm a doctor.

You're the jailer.

We both know exactly

what you are.

ANDREWS:
Sit down.

It might be better if I left.

lfind you

unpleasant to be around.

You do? Isn't that lovely?

Consider this, Mr. Clemens.

Would you like me to explain

your sordid history...

to your newfoundfriend?

For her personal edification,

of course.

Now sit the hell down.

Now... is there anything

I should know?

[Thunder]

Aah!

PRISONER:

Shut up! F***ing b*tch.

Shut up, you b*tch.

RIPLEY:

Goddamn it, let go of me!

F*** you!

No!

PRISONER:
Shh, shh, shh.

RIPLEY:
No, goddamn it!

PRISONER:
Aah!

RIPLEY:
Aah!

DILLON:
You OK?

You son of a b*tch!

Take off. I got to re-educate

some of the brothers.

We got to discuss

some matters of the spirit.

BOGGS:
How many?

RAINS:
This makes

one hundred seventy-six.

BOGGS:

Can't you chew a little quieter?

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