Alien 3 Page #5

I've got a wife, a kid.

I go home next rotation!

I know this is hard.

I'm going to send this message.

I need thatfucking code.

Listen, you stupid little sh*t!

This has got to be done.

There are no alternatives!

AARON:
You're not getting it!

No f***ing way!

Look...

it's nothing personal,

understand?

I think you're OK.

Thanks.

Have you got any ideas?

RIPLEY:
I don't know.

Maybe I'll go find it.

We'll see how smart it is.

AARON:

You're going to look for it?

Yeah.

I have a pretty good idea

of where it is.

It's just down there...

in the basement.

AARON:

This whole place is a basement.

It's a metaphor.

Want to come?

F*** me.

[Hiss]

Where are you when I need you?

[Hiss]

RIPLEY:
Don't be afraid.

I'm part of the family.

You've been in my life so long,

I can't remember anything else.

Now do somethingfor me.

It's easy.

Just...

Just do what you do.

[Drops pipe]

RIPLEY:
Oh!

It won't kill me.

You're supposed to be

laying low.

What are you talking about?

It's a queen...

an egg-layer.

It can make thousands more

like the one here.

Still sounds like bullshit

to me.

If that thing's inside you,

how did it get there?

[Sighs]

When I was in hypersleep,

I guess.

I don't have much time...

and I can't do what I should.

I need you to help me.

I need you to kill me.

What are you talking about?

I'm dead anyway.

I can't survive it...

but the one inside me

can generate thousands more.

It has to die...

so somebody's got to kill me.

Are you up to it?

You don't have

to worry about that.

No speeches.

No prayers.

[Clang]

- What's going on?

- I don't like losing a fight.

[Drops ax]

DILLON:

Not to nobody, not to nothing.

That damn thing out there has

already killed half my men...

got the other half

scared shitless.

As long as it's alive, you're

not going to save any universe.

RIPLEY:
You said you'd kill me.

Youfucking coward!

I want to get this thing,

and I need you to do it.

If it won't kill you,

maybe that helps us fight it.

Otherwise, f*** you!

RIPLEY:
Dillon?

We waste this thing,

then you take care of me.

DILLON:
No problem.

Quick, easy, and painless.

DILLON:
You die sitting here on

your ass, or you die out there.

At least we take a shot.

We owe it one.

MORSE:

What are you talking about?

DILLON:

Killing that big motherf***er!

MORSE:
Doesn't mean we should

fight it. Give us a break!

AARON:
You have to be nuts!

I've got a wife...

Nobody cares about you,

Eighty-five.

You're not a believer.

You're a f***ing Company man!

OK, I'm a Company man

and not a f***ing criminal.

You keep telling me I'm dumb.

I'm smart enough

not to have a life sentence!

PRISONER:
F*** you!

AARON:
I'm smart enough to wait

forfirepower to show up...

before we fight this thing!

DILLON:
Right.

Just sit on your asses. Fine.

MORSE:
How about if I sit here

on my ass?

DILLON:
No problem.

Oh, lforgot.

You're the guy that's made

a deal with God to live forever.

And all the rest of you pussies

can sit it out, too.

Me and her

will do all the fighting.

MORSE:

OK. I want to see it dead, too.

I hate the f***er!

It killed my mates, too!

Why the f*** can't we wait

to have guns on our side?

Why go on

some f***ing suicide run?

RIPLEY:

Because they won't kill it.

They might kill you

justfor having seen it.

AARON:
That is crazy!

That is horseshit!

They will not kill us!

When they first

heard about this thing...

it was "crew expendable."

The next time,

they sent in Marines.

They were expendable, too.

who found God

at the ass-end of space?

You think

they're going to let you...

interfere with their plans

for this thing?

They think we're...

we're crud.

They don't give a f***

about one friend of yours...

that's... that's died.

Not one.

PRISONER:
Have you got a plan?

DILLON:

This is a lead works, isn't it?

All we got to do is lure

the beast into the mold...

drown it in hot lead.

MORSE:
Right. How do we do that?

GREGOR:
What are we

going to use for bait?

Aw, f***!

DILLON:
You're all going to die.

The only question

is how you check out.

Do you want it on yourfeet...

or on yourfucking knees...

begging?

I ain't much for begging.

Nobody ever gave me nothing...

so I say f*** that thing!

Let's fight it!

MORSE:
F*** it!

Let's go for it!

PRISONER:
OK.

SECOND PRISONER:
F*** me.

THIRD PRISONER:

Let's kick its f***ing ass.

FOURTH PRISONER:

What if it runs at us?

FIFTH PRISONER:

That's a f***ing good idea.

When did you use

this place last?

DILLON:
We fired it up five,

six years ago.

RIPLEY:
You sure the piston

is gonna work?

DILLON:
There's nothingfor sure

in this place.

We trap it here first,

then you pull the lever.

The piston will push

the motherf***er into the mold.

One of the guys

will pour the lead.

What if somebody screws up?

We're f***ed.

You got one chance.

We'll never have time

to reset it.

Remember, when you pull

the lever, for a few seconds...

you'll be trapped in here

with thatfucking thing.

If you guys don't drop the ball,

I won't.

Because if it wants out,

that's how it's going to go.

Through that alcove,

through you.

RIPLEY:

Where are you going to be?

I'll be around.

Where are the others?

Praying.

- I have a problem with this.

- What part?

Running around in a dark maze

with that thing chasing us.

Lead it down channel "B"

to the piston chamber.

I'll close the doors behind you.

What if it won't cooperate?

What if we get lost?

This was her idea.

I don't know about this sh*t.

Hey, guys!

My door ain't working!

What the f***'s he saying?

I think we'd better

rethink this thing!

[Scream]

KEVIN:

Did anybody hear anything?

Come on!

Come and get me, youfucker!

It's behind me!

It's started.

KEVIN:
It's still behind me!

It's in channel "B"!

KEVIN:

You guys! Shut the doors!

Must be heading

over to channel "A"!

This thing is really pissed off!

- Did you say "B"?

- No, "E"!

- You said to stay here!

- Move yourfucking ass!

Morse?

Kevin?

Yoo-hoo!

Hey, fuckface!

Come and get me!

Take your best shot!

Kevin, where are you?

PRISONER:
A-7 closed.

Aah!

Over in the east wing!

Door B-7 safe!

- You, too?

- Yeah!

Over to "E," everybody!

- Where the f*** is "E"?

- This way!

Here...

Here, kitty, kitty, kitty.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my...

You bastard!

It's coming!

It's coming down!

Jeez, it's coming!

It's after us!

Shut the f***ing doors!

That was the plan!

Jesus,

it's on the f***ing ceiling!

Dillon! Anybody!

This is not a drill!

Kevin! Gregor!

Where the f*** are you?

[Echoes]

Now we're back in "A"!

Door three, "F" channel closed!

I hope.

F***.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- What?

You'llfucking kill someone,

you moron!

Aah!

DILLON:
Morse!

[Morse screaming]

DILLON:
Kevin!

Gregor!

All they have to do

is run down the corridor.

Stay here.

Where the hell is it?

[Door opens]

[Shouting]

Aah!

ERIC:
Aah!

RIPLEY:

No! Don't start the piston!

No! We have to trap it! No!

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