Alien 3 Page #4

Volunteers will be appreciated.

It's fair to say

our smoothly runningfacility...

has suddenly developed

a few problems.

I can only hope we are able

to all pull together...

over the nextfew days

until the rescue team...

arrives for Lieutenant Ripley.

It's here. It got Clemens.

- Stop this raving.

- I'm telling you, it's here!

Get thatfoolish woman

back to the infirmary.

Aah!

[Prisoners shouting]

MORSE:
F***!

WILLIAM:
What do we do now?

Who's in charge?

Organize!

We got to organize, right?

Right. I guess I'm next in line.

Eighty-five's in charge? Jesus!

Don't call me that.

AARON:
There's no way

I can replace Andrews.

He was a good man.

You didn't appreciate him.

DILLON:
Aaron, we don't want

to hear that sh*t now.

Sister, what about you?

You're an officer.

Show us a little leadership.

WILLIAM:
Forget Shirley Temple.

You take charge.

You run things here anyway.

DILLON:
No f***ing way.

I'm not the officer type.

I just take care of my own.

WILLIAM:
What does

this f***ing beast want?

Is this mother

going to try for us all?

- Yeah.

- Jesus!

MORSE:
Ain't that sweet?

How do we stop it?

Ahem.

RIPLEY:

We have no weapons, correct?

Right.

I haven't seen one

exactly like this before.

Moves differently.

Can we seal off this area?

AARON:
No chance.

The installation's

ten miles square.

There's six hundred air ducts.

RIPLEY:
What about video?

I see closed-circuit

monitors everywhere.

The video system

hasn't worked in years.

Nothing much works here.

We've got a lot of technology,

no way to fix it.

Eighty-five is saying we've got

no entertainment center...

no climate control,

no video system...

no surveillance, no freezers...

no f***ing ice cream,

no rubbers, no women, no guns.

All we got here is sh*t.

What are we talking to herfor?

She brought the f***er.

Why don't we shove her head

through the f***ing wall?

DILLON:
Morse?

Why don't you shut the f*** up?

Right.

Right.

What will we do?

RIPLEY:
What's this?

AARON:
Leads from the mess hall

to the infirmary.

It's a ventilation shaft.

RIPLEY:
Then we go in there.

Flush it out.

AARON:
There's miles and miles

of tunnel through there.

RIPLEY:
It won't go far.

It'll nest in this area.

Right around...

here.

How do you know that?

It's like a lion.

It sticks close to the zebras.

Zebras?

Oh, right.

But running around in the dark...

are you kidding?

Once you get out the main shaft,

there's no overheads.

Don't we have flashlights?

Thousands, but no batteries.

Nothing works.

Torches? Do we have

the capacity to make fire?

Most humans have enjoyed that

privilege since the Stone Age.

No need to be sarcastic.

AARON:
Never been used.

They meant to dump

nuclear crap there.

Never did. It's clean inside.

This the only way in or out?

That's right.

Walls are six-feet-thick,

solid steel.

You're saying we get

something in there...

there's no way it can get out?

That's right. No f***ing way.

[Aaron whistles]

AARON:
This is where we keep it.

Iforget what it's called.

DAVID:
Quinitricetyline.

AARON:
I knew that.

Right. I've got to get

these section arrangements...

organized with Dillon

for the paintbrush...

so, um...

- David.

- You organize these drums.

DAVID:
Right, Eighty-five.

AARON:

And, uh, don't call me that.

What's this "Eighty-five" thing?

Couple of us sneaked a look

at his personnelfile.

It's his I.Q.

I saw a drum of this stuff fall

into a beachhead bunker once.

The blast put a tug in dry dock

for seventeen weeks.

Great stuff!

DILLON:

Let me get this straight.

You want to burn it down

and out of the pipes...

force it in here, slam the door,

and trap its ass?

RIPLEY:
Right.

And you want help

from us Y-chromo boys?

Got something better to do?

Why should we put our ass

on the line for you?

RIPLEY:

Your ass is already on the line.

The only question is...

what will you do about it?

PRISONER:
What is this stuff?

KEVIN:
Man, this stuff stinks!

DILLON:
So you miss Doc, right?

RIPLEY:
What makes you say that?

DILLON:
I thought you two

got real close.

I guess you've been looking

through some keyholes.

DILLON:
That's what I thought.

RIPLEY:
Oh!

I hate this place.

DAVID:
There's definitely

something in here with us.

AARON:
Don't light the fire

until I give the signal.

This is the signal.

Got it? Can you remember that?

Aah!

Aw, sh*t!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

B...

Waitfor the f***ing signal!

RIPLEY:
Get down!

PRISONER:
Aah!

DILLON:

We got to find the sprinklers!

We got to help these guys!

PRISONER:
Aah!

DILLON:
Come on!

RIPLEY:
Get to the waste dump!

Don't open the door!

MORSE:
Dillon, over here.

Here's another one.

DILLON:

Aw, Jesus. This makes ten.

AARON:
F***ing great!

Now what are we going to do?

You OK?

Piss on her!

The f***ing thing's loose.

What do we do?

AARON:
I said that,

you miserable sh*t!

DILLON:
Cut that sh*t out.

AARON:
Tell yourfucking bozo

to shape up!

What do you think?

I think I have to get

to the EEV.

Why? What's up?

RIPLEY:
I just have to use

the neuroscanner.

You don't look good.

Who cares? What do we do?

Want a smack in the mouth,

wanker?

Shut the f*** up.

Stop causing panic!

Panic? You're so stupid,

you couldn't spell it.

We ought to f***ing panic!

Shut up, both of you!

DILLON:
Shut up!

Well, I'm out of ideas!

Surprise me.

MORSE:
What about outside?

AARON:
Sun's not up for

two days. It's forty below zero.

The rescue team's

ten hours away.

You want to let this thing

have us for lunch?

I want you to get everybody

that's left together.

Go down to the furnace.

Need any help?

AARON:

I didn't mean to scare you.

You shouldn't

wander around alone.

RIPLEY:
Do me a favor

and run this keyboard, will you?

AARON:
OK.

AARON:
What do I do?

RIPLEY:
Hit "B" or "C."

What's "C"?

AARON:
"Display biofunctions"?

RIPLEY:
That's it.

OK, we're hot. Now what?

RIPLEY:
Let it run a cycle.

AARON:
It's realfuzzy.

Hit enhancement.

RIPLEY:
Keep looking.

I don't know

how to read this stuff.

RIPLEY:
Hemorrhaging

will show as a dark patch.

RIPLEY:
Look for...

hairline fractures

through the base of the skull.

Little white lines.

What is it?

I think there's one inside you.

That's not possible.

What does it look like?

Horrible.

I have to see it.

Freeze it.

I'm sorry.

AARON:
It's up.

What do you want to say?

RIPLEY:
Tell them

the whole place is toxic.

Are you kidding?

Then the rescue team

will turn back.

Yeah. I know.

AARON:

What are you talking about?

Our only hope

is that they kill this f***er.

Maybe they can do

somethingfor you...

freeze you, an operation.

They've got the technology.

If this organism

gets off the planet...

it'll kill everything.

The Company doesn't care

about that.

They just want it

for their bio-weapons division.

So we can't let them come here.

F*** you.

I'm sorry you've got

this thing inside you...

but I'm getting rescued.

I don't care

about the prisoners.

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