Alien 3 Page #6

What are you doing? It's gone!

No! No.

It's gone.

OK?

OK.

Uhh.

KEVIN:
Aah!

DILLON:
Kevin! Don't struggle!

Don't move! No!

Don't struggle.

Come on, Kevin! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

RIPLEY:
Take the piston!

DILLON:
Come on, it's all right.

It's OK.

It's OK. It's all right, Kevin.

Kevin. Kevin!

Kevin.

[Hiss]

Leave him.

Leave him. He's dead.

Lure it in.

Sh*t. How much time?

DILLON:
I'm not sure.

Four orfive minutes.

We've got to get it back in here

before the piston

seals this place up!

Let's move it!

[Shouting]

Help me!

DILLON:
Jude!

JUDE:
Dillon!

Help me, Dillon!

It's coming at me!

Don't look back, Jude!

Run as fast as youfucking can!

JUDE:
Help me! God! Please!

Jesus Christ!

Thank God you're here.

Warder Aaron, sir. 137512.

Not many of us left.

Where is Lieutenant Ripley?

Is she still alive?

If she's alive,

she's in the furnace.

She's in the lead works

with the beast.

Wouldn't wait.

MORSE:
Jesus Christ.

I thought you were

the f***ing beast, youfuck!

[Laughter]

MORSE:
Aah!

Wanker!

Move.

Come on, you bastard.

Come on!

Come on, get out of there!

Come here!

DILLON:
Ripley,

we're running out of time!

Ripley, where are you?

RIPLEY:
No!

Come on.

Get out of there!

DILLON:
What the f***

is wrong with you?

Let it go!

Ripley.

RIPLEY:
Yeah! It's working!

DILLON:

Scream. Let itfollow us.

We got to get it

in front of the piston.

RIPLEY:
It's following us!

DILLON:
Motherf***er, come on!

Come and get us! Come on!

Come on, come on.

Come on, motherf***er! Come on.

RIPLEY:
Come on! Get the door!

Get the door!

DILLON:
Morse!

- Now!

- Shut it, Morse!

- Now!

- Shut the f***ing door!

MORSE:
I'm goingfor the lead!

- What about you?

- I'm staying.

DILLON:
Bullshit! There'll be

ten tons of hot lead in here.

I want to die!

We got a deal! Remember?

It dies first, then you!

I'm not moving without you!

Now get going!

Dillon!

DILLON:

I've got to hold it here.

What about me?

God will take care of you now.

No!

DILLON:
Pour the lead.

F*** you.

- No!

- Pour it, Ripley!

DILLON:
Go on!

God damn it!

Pour the lead, Ripley!

Come on!

Come on, that's all you got?

Fight, motherf***er! Come on!

RIPLEY:
Morse!

Morse, over here!

[Dillon screaming]

- Ripley!

- Pour the lead!

[Dillon screaming]

RIPLEY:
Pour the lead!

Pour it!

MORSE:
Aah!

Ha ha ha!

I hate bugs!

MORSE:
Ripley! It's burning hot!

Hit the sprinklers!

Douse the f***er!

Ohh!

[Hiss]

Gotcha!

MORSE:
Yes!

RIPLEY:
Don't come any closer.

RIPLEY:
Stay where you are.

Ripley.

Bishop?

I'm here to help you.

RIPLEY:
No more bullshit.

I justfelt it move.

You know who I am?

You're a droid,

same model as Bishop...

sent by the f***ing Company.

No. I'm not the Bishop android.

I designed it.

I'm very human.

The Company sent me here

to show you a friendly face...

to demonstrate

how important you are to us...

to me.

RIPLEY:

You want to take it back.

BISHOP Il:
We want to kill it

and take you home.

RIPLEY:
Bullshit.

You're wrong. We want to help.

RIPLEY:
What does that mean?

BISHOP Il:
We're going

to take that out of you.

RIPLEY:
And keep it?

Can't let it live.

Everything we know

would be in jeopardy.

You don't want to take it back?

Ripley, time is important.

We've got a surgical bay

on the rescue ship.

Come with me.

You still can have a life.

Children.

Most important,

you'll know it's dead.

Let me help you.

What guarantee do I have...

once you've taken it out...

that you'll destroy it?

You'll have to trust me.

Please?

Trust me?

No.

BISHOP Il:

What's this going to achieve?

MORSE:
Aw, Jesus!

Aah! Aah!

RIPLEY:
Morse.

Will you help me?

MORSE:

What do you want me to do?

BISHOP Il:
It was a mistake!

There was no needfor any of it!

AARON:
F***ing android!

BISHOP Il:
Ripley, think of all

we could learn from it.

It's the chance of a lifetime!

You must let me have it.

It's a magnificent specimen.

What are you doing?

No!

[Hiss]

- Come on, you, get going.

- Aw, f*** you!

[Static]

RIPLEY'S VOICE:

Ash, Captain Dallas.

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.

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