Alien

Then smoldering fragments dwindle into infinity.

INT. NARCISSUS – LATER

Now repressurized.

Ripley is seated in the control chair. Calm and composed, almost cheerful.

Cat purring in her lap.

She dictates into a recorder.

RIPLEY

I should reach the frontier in another five weeks. With a little luck the network will pick me up... This is Ripley, W564502460H, executive officer, last survivor of the commercial starship Nostromo signing off.

(pause)

Come on cat.

 
She switches off the recorder. Stares into space.
 

EXT. OUTER SPACE
 

The shuttle-craft Narcissus sails into the distance.

FADE OUT
 

THE END