Alien

ASH

That's unfair. Actually, you weren't mentioned in the order.

LAMBERT

Those bastards.

ASH

See it from their point of view. They didn't know what the Alien is.

RIPLEY

How do we kill it.

ASH

I don't think you can. Not in this ship, given its life support systems. But I might be able to.

RIPLEY

How.

ASH

I don't know quite yet. I'm not exactly at my best at the moment. If you would reconnect...

RIPLEY

No way.

ASH

Don't be so hasty. You'll never kill it without my help.

RIPLEY

We've had enough of your help.

ASH

You've barely got any oxygen left. If you don't go into hypersleep, you'll die with or without the Alien.

RIPLEY

Nice try, Ash.

ASH

I will do whatever I can to help you. I swear it.

PARKER

Pull the plug.

LAMBERT

I agree.

ASH

You idiots. You still don't realize what you're dealing with. The Alien is a prefect organism. Superbly structured, cunning, quintessentially violent. With your limited capabilities you have no chance against it.

LAMBERT

You admire it.

ASH

How can one not admire perfection. I will kill it because I am programmed to protect human life as you know.

RIPLEY

Even if you have contempt for it.

ASH

Even then.

Bitter and angry.

RIPLEY

Sorry Ash. I don't buy it.

ASH

You egocentric morons. You'll be ripped to shreds, destroyed and...

Ripley makes a movement.

Ash softens...

ASH

I can only with you well...

Ripley pulls the plug.

PARKER

He was probably right. We do need him.

RIPLEY

He was conning us.

LAMBERT

He was programmed to protect human life.

RIPLEY

He wasn't protecting our human lives and that's all I care about. Anyway it's done.

Ripley exits to the bridge.

INT. BRIDGE

Ripley in the Computer Annex.

Lambert and Parker enter.

RIPLEY

He's right about one thing. We've got less than twelve hours oxygen left.

PARKER

It's all over.

Gloom.

LAMBERT

I don't know about the rest of you, but I think I prefer a painless peaceful death to any of the alternatives on offer.

RIPLEY

We're not there yet.

Lambert holds up a small card of spansules. Suicide pills.

LAMBERT

We're not. Huh.

RIPLEY

I think we should blow up the ship.

LAMBERT

I'll stick with chemicals if you don't mind.

RIPLEY

We leave in the shuttle and then blow up the ship.

INT. AIR LOCK – NARCISSUS

Ripley, Lambert and Parker loading oxygen tanks onto the Narcissus.

RIPLEY

That's all the oxygen?

PARKER

That's it.

RIPLEY

Now. Let's get the food, shut off the engines and get out... Jones. Where's Jones.

PARKER

Who knows.

LAMBERT

Last I saw him was in the mess.

RIPLEY

Go look. We don't want to leave him.

LAMBERT

I don't want to go by myself.

PARKER

Always hated that damn cat.

RIPLEY

I'll go. You load up the food.

They move out.

INT. BRIDGE

Jones lying on Dallas' console.

Ripley comes in. Smiles.

RIPLEY

Jones. You're in luck.

As she reaches for him, Jones jumps off the console. Moves away.

RIPLEY

Come on, Jones.

She moves after the cat.

We hear Parker and Lambert over the communicator from the coolant locker.

LAMBERT (V.O.)

How much do you think we'll need.

Ripley still in pursuit of the cat.

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INT. FOOD LOCKER NUMBER 6 – "B" LEVEL

Parker and Lambert loading food.

PARKER

All you can carry.

Ripley's V.O. communicator from bridge.

RIPLEY (V.O.)

God damn it, Jones. Come here.

INT. BRIDGE

Ripley furious but still speaking gently.

RIPLEY

Here kitty... come here kitty...

Jones moves away.

INT. FOOD LOCKER NUMBER 6 – "B" DECK

Arms full, Parker moves out of the locker.

Lambert is still making her selection.

A faint light on the tracker. Unnoticed.

INT. BRIDGE

Ripley finally corners Jones. Finds his box. Tries to put him in it.

Jones resists. Ultimately futile.

INT. FOOD LOCKER CORRIDOR – OUTSIDE

Parker attempts to pick up the flamethrower. Can't manage it and the food. Drops some of the packages.

PARKER

Goddamn.

In the locker Lambert gathers food.

LAMBERT

What's the matter.

PARKER

Nothing, just hurry up.

The tracker flashes faster. Now it's noticed.

Parker picks up the flamethrower.

PARKER

Let's get out of here.

LAMBERT

Right now.

The Alien appears out of the air shaft ventilator.

Lambert turns. Screams.

Unfolding, the Alien grabs for her.

INT. BRIDGE

Ripley freezes as she hears Lambert's screams.

INT. CORRIDOR – OURSIDE

Parker looks back into the locker. Unable to use the flamethrower without hitting Lambert. He hesitates for a moment, then strides into the locker. Wielding the flamethrower like a club.

PARKER

Goddamn you.

INT. FOOR LOCKER NUMBER 6

The Alien drops Lambert.

Parker lands a blow with the flamethrower. No effect.

The Alien strikes him once. Killing him instantly.

He now moves to Lambert.

INT. BRIDGE

Ripley listening on the communicator.

Lambert's dying shrieks.

Then the voice-amp goes dead.

Silence.

RIPLEY

Parker? Lambert?

She waits for a response. But her expression shows that she expects none.

A long moment.

Expectation fulfilled.

Nightmare without end.

INT. "B" LEVEL – COMPANIONWAY

Ripley descends, cautiously, holding flamethrower.

Jones left above, squalling.

INT. CORRIDOR – "B" DECK

Ripley moving warily, carrying flamethrower. Nears entrance to food locker, looks in. Sees carnage.

INT. OILY CORRIDOR – "C" DECK

Ripley running toward engine room. Out of breath. Exhausted she stops, gulps for air.

Suddenly, ahead of her, the sound of human weeping.

She moves quietly ahead until the source of the sound is directly under her feet. She is standing on a round metal plate. Ripley starts to remove the disc.

INT. UNDERCARRIAGE MAINTENANCE ROOM NUMBER 4

The round opening illuminates a dark ladderway.

Still carrying flamethrower, Ripley starts downwards.

Pitch black.

Ripley arrives at deck level. Shines her light.

Its arc reveals the Alien's layer.

Bones, shreds of flesh. Pieces of clothing, shoes.

Bizarre extrusions on the wall.

Something moves in the darkness.

Ripley spins, turns her light toward the movement.

Hanging from the ceiling is a huge cocoon. Woven from fine, white, silk-like material.

Flamethrower ready, Ripley approaches. Sees that the cocoon is semi-transparent.

The body of Dallas inside.

Unexpectedly, his eyes open.

FOCUS ON Ripley.

His voice is a whisper.

DALLAS

Kill me.

RIPLEY

What did it do?

Dallas moves his head slightly.

Ripley turns her light.

Another cocoon dangles from the ceiling.

But of a different texture. Smaller and darker, with a harder shell. Almost exactly like the ovoids in the derelict ship.

DALLAS

That was Brett...

RIPLEY

I'll get you out of there... We'll get up the autodoc.