Bio-readouts are in the green.
Looks like she's alive.
There goes our salvage, guys.
How are we today?
Oh. Terrible.
Better than yesterday, at least.
Where am l?
You're safe.
You're at Gateway Station. Been here a couple of days.
You were pretty groggy at first, but now you're OK.
Looks like you've got a visitor.
Jonesy! Come here!
Hey, come here.
How are you, you stupid cat?
How are you?
Where have you been?
Guess you two have met, huh?
I'm Carter Burke. I work for the Company.
Don't let that fool you. I'm really an OK guy.
I'm glad you're feeling better.
They tell me the weakness and disorientation should pass soon.
That's just natural side effects...
of such an unusually long hypersleep.
What do you mean?
How long was I out there?
Has no one discussed this with you?
No.
But, I mean, I don't recognize this place.
No, I know. Uh...OK.
This might be a shock. It's long-
How long?
Please.
Fifty-seven years.
What?
You were out there for fifty-seven years.
You drifted right through the core systems.
It's really just blind luck...
that a deep-salvage team found you.
It's one in a thousand, really.
You're damn lucky to be alive, kiddo.
You could be floating out there forever.
You OK?
Oh.
-Oh!
You OK?
Oh!
God!
Nurse! Please!
Someone get in here now!
No!
Now!
-Hold- -Please.
Hold her.
Kill me!
No!
Bad dreams again?
You want something to help you sleep?
No.
I've slept enough.
Jonesy.
Come here.
Shh.
It's all right.
It's all right now.
It's over.
Hi. Sorry I'm late. Been running behind all morning.
Is there any word about my daughter?
Uh...l think we should worry about the hearing now.
We don't have a lot of time.
I read your deposition, and it's great.
If you stick to that, we'll be fine.
The thing is, there are gonna be a lot of heavyweights in there.
Feds, Interstellar Commerce Commission...
Colonial Administration, insurance company guys.
Do you have any news about my daughter?
We did come up with some information.
Why don't we sit down?
I was hoping to wait until after the inquest.
Uh...
"Amanda Ripley McClaren-"
married name, I guess-
"age sixty-six."
That was at the time of her death...
which was two years ago.
I'm real sorry.
Amy.
She was cremated and interred...
at Westlake Repository, Little Chute, Wisconsin.
No children. I checked.
I promised her...
that I would be home for her birthday.
Her eleventh birthday.
Ohh...
I'd like to go back to this point...
about the override destruct elements.
I don't understand this.
We have been here three and a half hours.
How many different ways do you want the same story?
Look at it from our perspective, please.
Please?
You freely admit to detonating the engines of...
and thereby destroying an M-Class star freighter...
a rather expensive piece of hardware.
Forty-two million in adjusted dollars.
That's minus payload, of course.
The lifeboat's flight recorder...
corroborates some elements of your account...
in that, for reasons unknown...
the Nostromo set down on LV-426...
an unsurveyed planet at that time...
that it resumed its course...
and was subsequently set for self-destruct by you...
for reasons unknown.
Not for reasons unknown.
I told you.
We set down on Company orders to get this thing...
which destroyed my crew and your expensive ship.
The analysis team...
which went over the lifeboat centimeter by centimeter...
found no physical evidence of the creature you describe.
Good! That's because I blew it out of the goddamn air lock.
Like I said.
Are there any species...
like this hostile organism on LV-426?
No. It's a rock. No indigenous life.
Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?
Ma'am, I already said it was not indigenous.
It was a derelict spacecraft. It was an alien ship.
It was not from there.
Do you get it? We homed in on its beacon.
And found something never recorded once...
in over three hundred surveyed worlds.
"A creature that gestates inside a living human host."
These are your words.
"And has concentrated acid for blood."
That's right.
Look. I can see where this is going...
but I'm telling you that those things exist.
Thank you, Officer Ripley. That will be all.
Please! You're not listening.
Kane-the crew member...
Kane, who went into that ship, said he saw thousands of eggs.
Thank you. That will be all.
God damn it, that's not all!
If one of those things gets down here, that will be all!
And all this bullshit you think is important...
you can kiss all that good-bye!
It is the finding of this court of inquiry...
that Warrant Officer E. Ripley...
N-O-C-one-four-four-seven-two...
has acted with questionable judgment...
and is unfit to hold an ICC license...
as a commercial flight officer.
Said license is hereby suspended indefinitely.
No criminal charges...
will be filed against you at this time...
and you are released on your own recognizance...
for a six-month period of psychometric probation...
to include monthly review by an ICC psychiatric technician.
These proceedings are closed.
That could have been better.
Look, I think-Ripley.
Van Leuwen.
Why don't you just check out LV-426?
Because I don't have to.
People have been there for over twenty years...
and they never complained about any hostile organism.
What people?
Terraformers.
Planet engineers.
They go in, set up atmosphere processors...
to make the air breathable.
It takes decades.
It's what we call a shake 'n' bake colony.
How many are there? How many colonists?
I don't know. Sixty, maybe seventy families.
Do you mind?
Families.
Jesus.
I'll be down in maintenance.
-Al? -What?
-Hey, Al. -What?
Remember you sent some wildcatters...
out in the middle of nowhere last week...
out past the Ilium Range?
One's on the horn, a mom-and-pop survey team.
He's onto something, wants his claim honored.
Why wouldn't it be honored?
Because you sent them on Company orders maybe?
Christ. Some haunch in a cushy office on Earth says...
"Go look at a grid reference."
We look. They don't say why, and I don't ask...
because it takes two weeks to get an answer out here.
The answer is always, "Don't ask."
What do I tell this guy?
As far as I'm concerned, if he finds something, it's his.
-Lydecker? -What?
You kids know you're not supposed to be here!
Get out!
You go in places we can't fit.
So? That's why I'm the best!
Knock it off.
If I catch you playing in the air ducts, I'll tan your hides.
Mom, all the kids play-
Wait. Have a look at this.
Folks, we have scored big this time.
What is it, Dad?
I'm not sure.
Let's see if we can't get a closer look at this thing...
maybe through that crack on the side.
Shouldn't we call in?
Let's wait till we know what to call it in as.
That's about as close as we can get.
Should we look inside?
You kids stay inside. I mean it.
We'll be right back.
OK. Bye.
Huh?
Timmy, they've been gone a long time.
It'll be OK. Dad knows what he's doing.
Mayday! Mayday!
This is Alpha Kilo Two-four- niner calling Control!
This is Alpha Kilo Two-four-niner!
Aah!
Hiya, Ripley.
This is Lieutenant Gorman of the Colonial Marine Corps-
Ripley, we have to talk.
We've lost contact with the colony on LV-426.
I don't believe this.
You guys throw me to the wolves...
and now you want me to go back there?
Forget it. It's not my problem.
-Can I finish? -No.
There's no way.
You wouldn't be going in with the troops.
I can guarantee your safety.
These Colonial Marines are very tough hombres.
They're packing state-of-the-art firepower.
There's nothing they can't handle.
Lieutenant, am I right?
We've been trained to deal with situations like this.
Then you don't need me. I'm not a soldier.
But we don't know exactly what's going on.
It may be a downed transmitter.
But if it's not...
I'd like you there as an advisor, and that's all.
What's your interest in all this? Why are you going?
The Corporation co-financed that colony...
along with Colonial Administration.
We're getting into a lot of terraforming now...
and building better worlds-
Yeah. I saw the commercial.
I don't have time for this. I've got to get to work.
Right. I heard you're working the cargo docks.
That's right.
Running loaders and forklifts.
Yeah. So?
Nothing. I think it's great that you're keeping busy.
I know it's the only thing you could get.
There's nothing wrong with it.
What would you say if I told you...
I could get you reinstated as a flight officer?
The Company's already agreed to pick up your contract.
If I go.
Yeah, if you go.
Come on. That's a second chance, kiddo.
I think personally for you...
it would be the best thing to go and face this thing.
Get back on the horse.
Spare me. I've had my psych evaluation.
I know. I've read it.
You wake up every night, soaked in sweat-
I said no, and I mean it!
Now please leave.
I am not going back...
and I would not be any good to you if I did.
OK.
Shh.
Would you do me a favor? Just think about it.
Thanks for the coffee.
Aah!
Oh.
Hello.
Ripley.
You OK?
Just tell me one thing, Burke.
You're going out there to destroy them, right?
Not to study.
Not to bring back.
But to wipe them out.
That's the plan. You have my word on it.
All right, I'm in.
I think that-
And you, you little shithead...
you're staying here.
They ain't payin' us enough for this, man.
Not enough to have to wake up to your face, Drake.
What? Is that a joke?
I wish it were.
Hey, Hicks. Man, you look just like I feel.
All right, sweethearts...
what are you waiting for, breakfast in bed?
Another glorious day in the Corps.
A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm.
Every meal's a banquet, every paycheck a fortune...
every formation a parade.
I love the Corps!
Man, this floor is freezing!
Want me to fetch your slippers?
Gee, would you, sir? I'd like that.
Look into my eye.
Fall in, people!
Come on, let's go.
I hate this job.
Crowe, Wierzbowski, on your feet.
I'm talking about breathing, not this frozen shit.
Yeah, Top, how about it?
First assembly's in fifteen, people. Shag it.
Hey, mira. Who's Snow White?
She's supposed to be some kind of consultant.
Apparently, she saw an alien once.
Whoopee-fucking-do!
Hey, I'm impressed.
Qué bonita.
Hey, Vasquez.
Have you ever been mistaken for a man?
No. Have you?
Ha ha! Oh, Vasquez.
You're just too bad.
Hey, Top, what's the op?
A rescue mission. You'll love it.
There's some juicy colonists' daughters...
we have to rescue from their virginity.
Dumbass colonists.
What's this crap supposed to be?
Cornbread, I think.
It's good for you, boy. Eat it.
I wouldn't mind getting more of that Arcturian poontang.
Remember that time?
Yeah, but the one you had was a male.
It doesn't matter when it's Arcturian.
Hey, Bishop, do the thing with the knife.
Oh, please.
Come on. All right!
I don't want to see that.
All right!
What are you doing, man?
Quit messing around, Drake.
Bishop. Hey, man.
-Do it. -Hey, not me, man!
Yeah, you. Don't move.
Trust me.
Aah!
All right, knock it off.
Thank you.
Enjoy your meal.
That wasn't funny, man.
Lieutenant Gorman? Mr. Burke?
Yeah, thanks.
Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with us grunts.
Boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.
I thought you never missed, Bishop.
You never said anything about an android being on board.
It never occurred to me.
It's common practice to have a synthetic on board.
I prefer the term "artificial person."
Right.
Is there a problem?
I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't even...
Ripley's last trip, the syn-
the artificial person malfunctioned.
Malfunctioned?
There were problems, and a few deaths were involved.
I'm shocked.
Was it an older model?
Yeah. The Hyperdyne Systems 120-A-2.
That explains it. The A-2s always were a bit twitchy.
That could never happen now with our behavioral inhibitors.
It is impossible for me to harm...
or allow to be harmed a human being.
Sure you don't want some?
Just stay away from me. You got that straight?
Guess she don't like the cornbread, either.
Squad, ten-hut! Officer on deck!
As you were.
Quickly, quickly.
Settle down.
All right, listen up!
Good morning, Marines.
I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you before we left-
Sir!
What is it, Hicks?
Hudson, sir.
He's Hicks.
What's the question?
Is this gonna be a stand-up fight or another bug-hunt?
All we know is there's still no contact with the colony...
and a xenomorph may be involved.
Excuse me, sir. A what?
A xenomorph.
It's a bug-hunt.
What exactly are we dealing with?
Ripley.
I'll tell you what I know.
We set down on LV-426.
A crew member was brought back on board...
with something attached to his face...
some kind of parasite.
We tried to get it off. It wouldn't come off.
Later, it seemed to come off by itself and die.
Kane seemed fine.
We were all having dinner.
It must have laid something inside his throat...
some sort of embryo.
He started...Um, he-
Look, man, I only need to know one thing-
where they are.
Vasquez, kick ass.
Anytime, anywhere.
Right. Somebody said "alien..."
she thought they said "illegal alien" and signed up.
-Fuck you, man. -Anytime, anywhere.
Are you finished?
I hope you're right. I really do.
Yeah, OK. Right. Thank you, Ripley.
We have Ripley's report on disk. I suggest you study it.
Because just one of those things...
wiped out my crew in less than twenty-four hours.
If the colonists have found that ship...
there's no telling how many have been exposed.
Do you understand?
Anyway, we have it on disk, so look at it.
Any questions?
What is it, Private?
How do I get out of this chickenshit outfit?
You secure that shit, Hudson.
All right.
Now listen up.
I want this thing to go smooth and by the numbers.
I want DCS and tactical database assimilation by 0830.
Ordnance loading, weapons strip...
and drop-ship prep details will have seven hours.
Now move it, people!
You heard the man, and you know the drill.
Assholes and elbows!
Hudson, come here. Come here!
I don't care if you are short, Hudson. Get it done.
You'll get lip cancer smoking those.
I want this loading lock sealed. Now!
-How many more, Spunkmeyer? -Last one.
Good. Take it away.
Clear behind.
Did you check number three?
Hi. I feel like a fifth wheel. Is there anything I can do?
I don't know. Is there anything you can do?
Well, I can drive that loader.
I have a Class Two rating.
Be my guest.
Where you want it?
Bay twelve, please.
We're a team, and there's nothing to worry about.
We come here, and we gonna conquer...
and we gonna take some. Is that understood?
That's what we gonna do. We are going to get some.
All right, people, on the ready-line!
-Are you lean? -Yeah!
-Are you mean? -Yeah!
-What are you?! -Lean, mean Marines!
Get on the ready-line! Get some today!
Get on the ready-line!
Move it out!
Move it out, God damn it!
Get hot! One, two, three! Get out! Get out! Get out!
Move it out! Move it out! Move it out!
One, two, three, four! One, two, three!
Absolutely badasses!
Let's pack 'em in! Get in there!
Move it!
Let's go, let's go.
One, two, three, four, five, six!
I want combat seating. You know your places.
Get those weapons stowed. Let's go.
Come on. Settle down, people.
Lock them in, Hudson.
Ready to get it on? You know it!
OK, Bishop, let's go.
Roger.
I'm ready, man.
Ready to get it on! Go!
Stand by. Cross-locking now.
Pre-launch auto-cycle engage.
Primary couplers released.
Hit the internals.
Oh, shit, man.
Confirm cross-lock and drop stations secured.
Affirmative. All drop stations secured.
Stand by. Ten seconds.
Stand by to initiate release sequencer...
on my mark.
We're on an express elevator to hell.
Going down!
Two, one, mark.
Whoo-hoo!
Switch to DCS ranging.
Two-four-oh, nominal to profile.
We're in the pipe, five by five.
We're picking up some hull ionization.
Got it. Rough air ahead. We're in for some chop.
How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant?
Thirty-eight.
Simulated.
How many combat drops?
Uh, two...
including this one.
Shit.
Oh, man.
Range zero-one-four. Turning on final.
I got a bad feeling about this drop.
You always say, "I got a bad feeling about this drop."
When we get back without you, I'll call your folks.
All right. Let's see what we can see.
Everybody on-line.
Looking good.
Drake, check your camera.
There seems to be a malfunction.
That's better.
Pan it around a bit. Good.
I'm ready. Check it out. I am the ultimate badass.
State of the badass art.
You do not wanna fuck with me.
Check it out.
Hey, Ripley, don't worry.
Me and my squad of ultimate badasses will protect you.
Check it out.
Independently targeting particle-beam phalanx.
Whap!
Fry half a city with this puppy.
We got tactical smart missiles...
phase-plasma pulse-rifles, RPGs.
We got sonic, electronic ballbreakers!
We got nukes.
We got knives, sharp sticks-
Knock it off, Hudson!
All right, gear up.
Two minutes, people. Get hot.
Somebody wake up Hicks.
Coming around for a seven-zero-niner.
Terminal guidance locked in.
Where's the damn beacon?
Oh, I see it.
That's the atmosphere processor?
Yep, that's it.
Remarkable piece of machinery.
Completely automated.
We manufacture those, by the way.
OK, Ferro.
Take us in low over the main colony complex.
Storm shutters are sealed.
There's no visible activity.
All right. Hold at forty.
Roger.
Give me a slow circle of the complex.
Structure seems intact.
They still have power.
OK, Ferro. Set down on the landing grid.
Immediate dust-off on my clear, then stay on station.
Down and clear.
Ten seconds, people. Look sharp!
I want a nice, clean dispersal this time.
Let's go! Move it out!
Head 'em out!
First squad up, on-line.
Hicks, get yours in a cordon, and watch the rear.
Vasquez, take point.
Let's move!
Move up.
Hudson, run a bypass.
Second squad, move up.
Flanking positions.
Second squad, on-line.
You set?
Second team, move inside. Hicks, take the upper level.
Sir, you copying this?
Looks like hits from small-arms fire.
We got some explosives damages, probably seismic survey charges.
Are you reading this?
Keep it tight, people.
Hicks, Hudson, use your motion trackers.
Nothing.
Not a goddamn thing.
Quarter and search by twos.
OK, Dietrich, Frost, you're up.
It's right in here.
-Now! -Now!
Hyah!
Good one, Hudson.
Uh, sir, we have a negative situation here.
Uh, moving on, sir.
Wait.
Wait, tell him to...
Hicks, back up.
Pan right.
There.
You seeing this all right?
Looks melted.
Somebody must have bagged one of Ripley's bad guys here.
Acid for blood.
If you like that, you're gonna love this.
Quit screwing around.
Second squad, what's your status?
We just finished our sweep.
Nobody's home.
Roger. Sir, this place is dead.
Whatever happened here, we missed it.
The area's secured.
Let's go check their computer.
-It's not secure. -The area's secured.
First team, head for Operations.
Hudson, get their CPU on-line.
Affirmative.
Hicks, meet me at the south lock.
We're coming in.
He's coming in.
I feel safer already.
Pendejo jerkoff.