Alien

- Got any biscuits over there? - Here's some cornbread.

I am cold.

- Still with us, Brett? - Right.

- I feel dead. - Anybody ever tell you you look dead?

Oh, yeah. I forgot something.

Before we dock, we ought to discuss the bonus situation.

Brett and I think we deserve full shares.

Mr Parker and I feel the bonus situation has never been equitable.

You get what you're contracted for, like everybody else.

But everybody else gets more than us.

Dallas, Mother wants to talk to you.

I saw it. Yellow light's for my eyes only.

Get dressed, huh? Parker?

I haven't finished my coffee. It's the only good thing we got.

Morning, Mother.

- Right? - OK.

Plug us in.

Thank you.

- Where is Earth? - You should know.

It's not our system.

Scan.

I can't believe this.

Contact traffic control.

This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo,

out of the Solomons, registration number 180924609,

calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me?

Commercial towing vehicle Nostromo , out of the Solomons,

registration number 180924609.

- Nothing. - Keep trying.

Calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me, Antarctica?

I've found it. Just short of Zeta II Reticuli.

- We haven't reached the outer rim yet. - That's hard to believe.

What the hell are we doing out here?

Don't know. What the hell are you talking about?

- That's not our system. - I know that.

Ever notice how they never come down here? This is where the work is, right?

Same reason we get a half share to their one. Our time is their time. Same old shit.

I think I know why they don't come down.

It's because of you. You have no personality.

- You happen to be in my seat. Can I have it? - Of course. Sorry.

What's happening now, baby?

Some of you may have figured out we're not home yet. We're only halfway there.

- What? - Mother's interrupted our course.

Why?

She's programmed to do that should certain conditions arise. They have.

It seems she has intercepted a transmission of unknown origin.

- She got us up to check it out. - A transmission? Out here?

What kind of transmission?

Acoustical beacon that repeats at intervals of 12 seconds.

- SOS? - I don't know.

- Human? - Unknown.

- So what? - We are obligated under Section...

- This is a commercial ship, not a rescue ship. - Right.

It's not in my contract, this kind of duty.

And what about money? Give me some money, I'd be happy to oblige.

Let's go over the bonus situation.

I'm sorry, can I say something?

There is a clause which states "Any systematised transmission

indicating intelligent origin must be investigated...

I wanna go home and party.

Will you just listen to the man?

..on penalty of total forfeiture of shares."

No money.

You got that?

- Well, yeah. - We're going in.

We're going in.

Approaching orbital apogee. Mark.

Equatorial orbit nailed.

DOR's in line.

- Status on the lifters? - Give me an AC pressure reading.

48 seconds and counting.

Prepare to disengage from platform.

20 seconds.

18, 17...

13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7,

6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Lock.

Disengage.

Clear.

Money's safe. Let's take her down.

- Roll 92 degrees, port yaw. - Prime the port.

I'm not getting anything.

Turbulence.

Locked and floating. You can drop us any time now.

Initial damping's going off. Hold on, there'll be a little bump.

What the hell was that?

Pressure drop. Must have lost a shield.

Let's go with it.

I'm still not getting anything.

Dropping off now.

Still dropping.

There we are, we've got it.

Take her down.

Navigation lights on.

9, 8, 7...

6, 5, 4, 3, 2,

1.

Kill drive engines.

What the hell happened?

Give me an answer.

- Is the hull breached? - I don't see anything. We still have pressure.

- Push the screen. - Why?

Secondary load-sharing unit is out.

Three of the four cells are gone.

- Is that it? - No, hold on.

We can't fix it out here anyway and we need to reroute a couple of ducts.

Dry-dock time.

Tell him to dry-dock.

We can't fix it out here. We've gotta reroute all these ducts.

To do that, we've got to dry-dock.

What else?

Some fragments caked up. We've got to clean it out and repressurise it.

How long before we're functional?

- Look... - 17 hours, tell her.

At least 25 hours.

Get started. I'll be right down.

- Why's she coming down here? - She better stay the fuck out of my way.

I'd like to see what she's gonna do when she gets here.

Any response yet?

Absolutely nothing, except the same transmission every 12 seconds.

All the other channels are dead.

Kick on the floods.

We can't go anywhere in this.

Mother says the sun rises in 20 minutes.

- How far to the source of transmission? - Northeast. Just under 2,000 metres.

Walking distance?

- Can you give me an atmospheric? - Yes.

It's almost primordial.

Inert nitrogen, high concentration of carbon dioxide crystals, methane...

- I'm working on the trace elements. - Anything else?

There's rock, lava base.

Deep cold, well below the line.

I'll volunteer to be in the first group to go out.

That figures.

- You, too, Lambert. - Swell.

You'd better break out the weapons.

- I can't see a goddamn thing. - Ash, are you receiving?

Good contact on my board.

Clear and free. Keep the line open. Let's go.

Hey, Ripley.

I want to ask you a question.

If they find what they're after, do we get full shares?

Don't worry, you'll get whatever's coming to you.

I'm not doing any more work until we get this straightened out.

Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share.

- What? - Why don't you just fuck off?

- What? - What did you say?

If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge.

Come back here.

- Son of a bitch. - What's the matter?

Can't see a goddamn thing.

Quit griping.

- I like griping. - Knock it off.

How's it going?

- All right. - You put that transmission through ECIU?

No. Mother hasn't identified it yet.

- Mind if I give it a shot? - Please do.

- Ash, can you see this? - I can.

I've never seen anything like it.

It's very bizarre.

All right.

Moving on to second position.

What is it?

Let's get outta here.

We've got this far. We have to go on.

Will you say that again?

Shit.

As you can see, it's hard to describe.

I'm going back to the console.

Dallas?

Come on down here. There's something different.

I don't know what it is, but if we can get up that wall, we can find out.

Alien life form.

It looks like it's been dead a long time.

Fossilised.

Looks like it's grown out of the chair.

Bones are bent outward.

Like he exploded from inside.

Wonder what happened to the rest of the crew.

Let's get the hell outta here.

Hey, Dallas.

Lambert, come on over here.

Come on.

- What have you got? - See what you make of this.

Ash, that transmission. Mother's deciphered part of it.

- It doesn't look like an SOS. - What is it, then?

It looks like a warning.

- I'm gonna go out after them. - What's the point?

By the time it takes to get there, they'll know if it's a warning or not.

Are you OK down there?

- Can you see anything? - A cave of some sort, but I...

It's like the goddamn tropics in here.

What the hell is this?

The pit is completely enclosed.

It's full of leathery objects, like eggs or something.

There's a layer of mist covering the eggs that reacts when broken.

Kane? Are you all right?

I'm OK.

I'm OK. I just slipped.

It appears to be completely sealed.