Alien 2 (Aliens) (Aliens)

Bio read-outs are all in the green. Looks like she's alive.

Well, there goes our salvage, guys.

- How are we today? - Ohh. Terrible.

Well, better than yesterday, at least.

- Where am I? - You're safe.

You're at Gateway Station. Been here a couple of days.

You were pretty groggy at first, but now you're okay.

Oh, looks like you've got a visitor.

Jones. 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 Burke. Carter Burke.

I work for the company,

but don't let that fool you. I'm really an okay guy.

I'm glad to see you're feeling a little better.

They tell me that all the weakness and disorientation should pass soon.

That's just natural side effects of such an unusually long hypersleep,

or something like that.

What do you mean?

How long was I out there?

Inhalation Therapy, report to-

Has no one discussed this with you yet?

No. But, I mean...

I don't... recognise this place.

No, I know. Uh-

Okay. It's just that, uh, this might be a shock to you.

- It's long- - How long?

Please.

- 57 years. - What?

That's the thing. You were out there for 57 years.

What happened was you had drifted right through the core systems.

And it's really just blind luck...

that a deep-salvage team found you when they did.

It's one in a thousand, really.

I think you're damn lucky to be alive, kiddo.

You could be floating out there forever.

You-You okay?

- - Uhh-

- - Uuh!

You okay?

- - Oh-h-h! Oh, God!

- Nurse! Please! - God!

- Someone get in here now! -

Now!

- Hold! - Please.

Hold on!

Kill me!

No!

No!

Uh!

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.

Dr Hirsch, 334. Dr Hirsch, 334.

Hi. Sorry I'm late. I've been running behind all morning.

Is there any word about my daughter?

Uh... I really think we should worry about the hearing now.

'Cause we don't have a lot of time, okay?

I read your deposition, and it's great.

If you just stick to that, I think we'll be fine. The thing to remember is,

there're gonna be a lot of heavyweights in there.

You've got feds and Interstellar Commerce Commission,

Colonial Administration, insurance company guys-

Do you have any news about my daughter?

Well, we did come up with some information. Why don't we sit down?

I was hoping to wait until after the inquest.

Um-

"Amanda Ripley-McClaren" - married name, I guess-

"Age 66."

And 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'd be home for her birthday.

Her 11th birthday.

I'd just like to go, uh-

back to this point about the override destruct order.

- Is it in the file? - I don't understand this.

We have been here for three and a half hours.

Now, how many different ways do you want me to tell the same story?

Look at it from our perspective, please.

Please?

Now, 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 there 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 centimetres,

found no physical evidence of the creature you describe.

Good! That's because I blew it out of the goddam 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 I.Q.'s 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 300 surveyed worlds.

"A creature that gestates inside a living human host".

Yes.

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 to me.

Kane, the crew member-

Kane, who went into that ship, said he saw thousands of eggs there.

- Thousands. - Thank you. That will be all.

Goddammit, that's not all!

Because if one of those things gets down here, then that will be all!

Then all of this-this bullshit that you think is so important-

You can just kiss all of that good-bye!

It is the finding of this court of enquiry that...

Warrant Officer E. Ripley,

NOC 14472,

has acted with questionable judgment...

and is unfit to hold an I.C.C. license as a commercial flight officer.

Said license is hereby suspended indefinitely.

Now, 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 I.C.C. psychiatric technician.

These proceedings are closed.

That could have been better.

- Look, I think the-Ripley? - Van Leuwen.

Why don't you just check out LV-426?

Because I don't have to. There have been people there for over 20 years,

and they never complained about any hostile organism.

What do you mean? What people?

Terraformers. Planet engineers.

They go in, set up these big atmosphere processors to make the air breathable.

Takes decades.

It's what we call a "Shake 'N Bake" colony.

How many are there? How many colonists?

I don't know- 60, maybe 70 families. Do you mind?

Families.

Jesus.

- I'll be down in maintenance, okay? - Al!

- What? - Hey, Al.

- What? - Remember you sent some wildcatters...

out to the middle of nowhere last week, out past the ilium Range?

Yeah, what?

One of them's on the horn, a mom-and-pop survey team.

He says he's on to something. He wants to know if his claim will be honored.

Why wouldn't his claim be honored?

Well, because you sent them to that particular middle-of-nowhere

on company orders, maybe.

I don't know.

Christ! Some honch 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.

I don't ask, because it takes two weeks to get an answer out here,

and the answer is always-

"Don't ask".

- So what do I tell this guy? -

Tell him as far as I'm concerned, if he finds something, it is his.

- Lydecker? - What?

You kids know you're not supposed to be on this level!

- Go on! Get outta here! -

Do too. You go in places we can't fit.

So? That's why I'm the best.

Knock it off!

I catch either of you playing in the air ducts again,

I'll tan your hides.

Mom, all the kids play-

Wait a minute. Annie, come and have a look at this, will ya?

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 there 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 take a look inside?