Alien 3 Page #3

I'm trying to figure out

how big this compartment is.

I can't think

with this goddamn noise.

GOLIC:

You're not supposed to swear.

BOGGS:
I'm sorry.

We've encircled

this entire compartment once.

- Hey!

- What?

GOLIC:
Swearing.

BOGGS:
It's OK to say "sh*t."

It ain't against God.

RAINS:
What the hell is going on

with the candles?

Must be the wind

from one of the ventshafts...

backwash from the closest

circulating unit.

If they go out, we'll be lost.

RAINS:
Somebody

will have to re-light them.

RAINS:
Guess I'm nominated.

Watch your step, brother.

[Clang]

RAINS:

OK, who are the comedians?

[Hissing]

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

GOLIC:
Go!

RAINS:
Aah!

BOGGS:

Come on! Quick! Grab it! Here!

RAINS:
Help me!

BOGGS:
Go! F***ing go!

BOGGS:
Go on! Quick!

Run!

GOLIC:
Aah!

BOGGS:
Give me that.

[Clang]

BOGGS:
Aah!

Get this f***ing thing off me!

Aah!

- Aah!

- No!

[Electronic surge]

Hey.

[Distorted computer voice]

Hello, Ripley.

RIPLEY:
Hi, Bishop.

How youfeeling?

My legs hurt.

Hey, listen, I'm sorry.

BISHOP:
It's OK.

I'm just a glorified toaster.

How are you?

Ah, I like your new haircut.

Can you access

the flight recorder?

No problem.

I'm home.

RIPLEY:

What happened on the Sulaco?

Why were our cryo-tubes ejected?

[Female computer voice]

Stasis interrupted.

Fire in cryogenic compartment.

Repeat. Fire in cryogenic...

RIPLEY:
What happened?

What started the fire, Bishop?

Can you hear me?

The fire was electrical.

It was in the subflooring.

It's very dark here.

I'm not what I used to be.

RIPLEY:
Just tell me. Does

the recorder indicate anything?

Was there an alien on board?

Yes.

Is it on the Sulaco?

It was with us all the way.

Does the Company know?

The Company knows everything

that happened on the ship.

It all goes into the computer

and gets sent back to network.

Then they want it.

I hurt. Do me a favor.

Disconnect me.

I'd rather be nothing.

You're sure?

Do itfor me, Ripley.

[Electronic surge]

GOLIC:
It wasn't me!

I didn't do it!

It was... lt was the dragon.

Feeds on minds.

Nobody can stop it.

What about Boggs and Rains?

Got slaughtered like pigs.

It wasn't me. It wasn't me.

ANDREWS:
Stark raving mad.

It's no one's fault, but

he should've been chained up.

AARON:
You called it, sir.

Mad as a f***ing hatter.

Keep him separated

from the rest.

Don't want him causing a panic.

Clemens, sedate this poor idiot.

Not until we know

about the brothers.

Now, now,

pull yourself together.

Talk to me now.

Where are Boggs and Rains?

ANDREWS:
Hopeless. You won't

get anything out of him.

We'll send out a search team.

We'll have to assume

this bastard murdered them.

You don't know that.

He's never lied to me.

He's crazy, he's a fool,

but he's not a liar.

RIPLEY:
He's telling the truth.

I'd like to talk to him

about this... this dragon.

It's a dragon.

ANDREWS:
You're not talking

to anyone, Lieutenant.

I'm not interested

in your opinion.

You don't know the facts.

He's a convicted

multiple murderer...

known for particularly

brutal crimes.

Isn't that right, Mr. Dillon?

DILLON:

Yeah... that part's right.

RIPLEY:
Then I'll talk to you.

It's important.

ANDREWS:
When I'm finished

with my official duties...

I'll be pleased

to have a little chat. Yes?

ANDREWS:
Let me see if I have

this correct, Lieutenant.

It's an eight-foot creature

with acidfor blood...

and it arrived

on your spaceship.

It kills on sight

and is generally unpleasant.

You expect me

to accept all this?

No, I don't expect anything.

Quite a story, Mr. Aaron.

Right, sir. It's a beauty.

Never heard anything like it.

Expect not.

Tell me, Lieutenant,

what would you suggest we do?

What kind of weapons

have you got?

This is a prison.

It's not good to allow prisoners

access to firearms.

Keeps them from killing you.

Yeah. There's no way to escape.

When the supply ship arrives,

the Company will eliminate it.

This is

a maximum security prison...

and you have no weapons

of any kind?

We have carving knives

in the abattoir...

a few more in the mess hall...

some fire axes scattered

about the place.

That's all?

We're on the honor system.

Then we're f***ed.

No, you're f***ed.

Confined to the infirmary.

Quarantined.

Mr. Aaron will escort you.

You'll be safe from any large,

nasty beasts while you're there.

[lntercom buzzes]

AARON:
Report to the mess hall.

Andrews wants a meeting.

Mess hall right away, people.

RIPLEY:
Isn't there any way

off of this place...

some way to escape?

No.

Supply ship

comes every six months.

- That's it?

- That's it.

F***.

CLEMENS:
They're sending

somebody to pick you up soon.

Really? What's soon?

I don't know.

Nobody's ever been in a hurry

to get here before.

Do you want to tell me what

you and Andrews talked about?

No.

That's a bit uncharitable.

How are youfeeling?

Not so hot. Ahem.

Sore throat, sick to my stomach,

pissed off.

That's understandable,

given the circumstances.

Perhaps I should give you

one of my special cocktails.

GOLIC:
Why does everybody

blame everybody?

Nobody's perfect.

We're only human.

I don't know a perfect human.

Nobody I know.

You married?

Me?

GOLIC:
Get married, have kids.

Pretty girl.

I used to know

lots of them back home.

They used to like me...

for a while.

You're going to die, too.

CLEMENS:
Are you?

What?

Married.

RIPLEY:
Why?

Just curious.

No.

How about leveling with me?

When I asked

how you got assigned here...

you avoided the question.

When I asked about the prison

I.D. tattooed on your head...

you ducked me again.

CLEMENS:

It's a long, sad story...

and more than

a little melodramatic.

Try me.

If you insist.

After my student years...

despite the fact that I'd become

secretly addicted to morphine...

I was considered

to be most promising...

I was considered

to be most promising...

a man with a future.

During my first residency, I did

a 36-hour stretch in E. R...

so I went out, and I got

more than a little drunk.

Then I got called back.

Boiler had blown

in a fuel plant...

and there were

thirty casualties.

Eleven of them died...

notfrom the accident...

I got seven years in prison

and my license reduced to a 3-C.

At least I got off the morphine.

I'm sorry.

I think I was let off lightly.

You served your time here?

I got to know

this motley crew quite well...

so when they stayed, I stayed.

Nobody else would employ me.

Do you still trust me

with a needle?

[Hiss]

Aah!

ANDREWS:
Once again,

this is rumor control.

Here are the facts.

At 0800 hours,

prisoner Murphy...

through carelessness

on his part...

was found dead in ventshaft 17.

He seems to have been sucked

into a ventilatorfan.

[Panting]

At about 2100 hours...

prisoner Golic reappeared

in a deranged state.

Prisoners Boggs and Rains

are missing.

There seems to be a good chance

they have met with foul play...

at the hands of prisoner Golic.

We need to organize

and send out a search party.

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