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FIRST DRAFT May 28, 1985 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------ALIENS FADE IN SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE - SPACE Silent and endless. The stars shine like the love of God...cold and remote. Against them drifts a tiny chip of technology. CLOSER SHOT It is the NARCISSUS, lifeboat of the ill-fated star-freighter Nostromo. Without interior or running lights it seems devoid of life. The PING of a RANGING RADAR grows louder, closer. A shadow engulfs the Narcissus. Searchlights flash on, playing over the tiny ship, as a MASSIVE DARK HULL descends toward it. INT. NARCISSUS Dark and dormant as a crypt. The searchlights stream in the dusty windows. Outside, massive metal forms can BE SEEN descending around the shuttle. Like the tolling of a bell, a BASSO PROFUNDO CLANG reverberates through the hull. CLOSE ON THE AIRLOCK DOOR Light glares as a cutting torch bursts through the metal. Sparks shower into the room. A second torch cuts through. They move with machine precision, cutting a rectangular path, converging. The torches meet. Cut off. The door falls inward REVEALING a bizarre multi-armed figure. A ROBOT WELDER. FIGURES ENTER, backlit and ominous. THREE MEN in bio-isolation suits, carrying lights and equipment. approach a sarcophaguslike HYPERSLEEP CAPSULE, f.g. LEADER (filtered) Internal pressure positive. Assume nominal hull integrity. Hypersleep capsules, style circa late twenties... His gloved hand wipes at on opaque layer of dust on the They 2 1
canopy. ANGLE INSIDE CAPSULE as light stabs in where the dust is wiped away, illuminating a WOMAN, her face in peaceful repose. WARRANT OFFICER RIPLEY, sole survivor of the Nostromo. Nestled next to her is JONES, the ship's wayward cat. LEADER (voice over; filtered) Lights are green. She's alive. Well, there goes out salvage, guys. DISSOLVE TO: INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - TIGHT ON RIPLEY - GATEWAY STATION She's lying in a bed, looking wan, as a female MED-TECH raises the backrest. She is surrounded by arcane white MEDICAL EQUIPMENT. The Med-Tech exudes practiced cheeriness. MED-TECH Why don't I open the viewport? Watch your eyes. Harsh light floods in as a motorized shield slides into the ceiling, REVEALING a breathtaking vista. Beyond the sprawling complex of modular habitats, collectively called GATEWAY STATION, is the curve of EARTH as seen from high orbit. Blue and serene. MED-TECH And how are we today? (weakly) Terrible. RIPLEY 3
MED-TECH Just terrible? That's better than yesterday at least. RIPLEY How long have I been on Gateway station? MED-TECH Just a couple of days. Do you feel up to a visitor? Ripley shrugs, not caring. The door opens and a MAN enters, although Ripley sees only what he is carrying. A familiar large, orange TOMCAT. Jones! RIPLEY
She grabs the cat like a life preserver. RIPLEY
(cooing baby-cat talk) Come here Jonesy you ugly old moose...you ugly thing. Jones patiently endures Ripley's embarrassing display, seeming none the worse for wear. The visitor sits beside the bed and Ripley finally notices him. He is thirtyish and handsome, in a suit that looks executive or legal, the tie loosened with studied casualness. A smile referred to as "winning." MAN Nice room. I'm Burke. Carter Burke. I work for the company, but other than that I'm an okay guy. Glad to see you're feeling better. I'm told the weakness and disorientation should pass soon. Side effects of the unusually long hypersleep, or something like that. RIPLEY How long was I out there? won't tell me anything. They
BURKE (soothing) Well, maybe you shouldn't worry about that just yet. Ripley grabs his arm, surprising him. How long? RIPLEY
Burke gazes at her, thoughtful. BURKE All right. My instinct says you're strong enough to handle this...Fifty-seven years. Ripley is stunned. She seems to deflate, her expression passing through amazement and shock to realization of all she has lost. Friends. Family. Her world. RIPLEY Fifty-seven...oh, Christ... BURKE You'd drifted right through the core systems. It's blind luck that deep-salvage team caught you when they...are you all right? Ripley coughs suddenly as if choking and her expression becomes one of dawning horror. Burke hands her a glass of water from the nightstand. She slaps it away. It shatters with a SMASH. Jones dives, yowling. Ripley grabs her chest, struggling as if she is strangling. The Med-Tech hits a console button.
MED-TECH (shouting) Code Blue! 415. Code Blue! 4-1-5! Burke and the Med-Tech are holding Ripley's shoulders as she goes into convulsions. A DOCTOR and TWO TECHS run in. Ripley's back arches in agony. RIPLEY No...noooo! They try to restrain her as she thrashes, knocking over equipment. Her EKG races like mad. Jones, under a cabinet, hisses wide-eyed. DOCTOR Hold her...Get me an airway, stat! And fifteen cc's of...Jesus! AN EXPLOSION OF BLOOD beneath the sheet covering her chest! Ripley stares at the SHAPE RISING UNDER THE SHEET. Tearing itself out of her. HER P.O.V. as the sheet rises. A GLIMPSE OF the CHITTERING HORROR...IT SCREECHES. TIGHT ON RIPLEY screaming, snapping up INTO FRAME. Alone in the darkened hospital room. She gasps for breath, clutching pathetically at her chest. There is no demented horror rigging itself out of her. Her eyes snap about wildly, slowly focusing on the reality of her safety. Shuddering, bathed in sweat, she kneads her breastbone with the heel of her hand and sobs. A VIDEO MONITOR beside the bed snaps on. face. MED-TECH Bad dreams again? Do you want something to help you sleep? RIPLEY (faint) No.. I've slept enough. The Med-Tech shrugs and switches off. Touching a button on the nightstand she opens the viewport, REVEALING Gateway and the turquoise Earth. She hugs Jones to her and rocks with him like a child, still shattered by the nightmare. Shivering. Sleep is far off. RIPLEY We made it, Jones. We made it. But at what price? CUT TO: EXT. PARK Sunlight streams in shafts through a stand of poplars, 4 A MED-TECH's
beyond which a verdant meadow is VISIBLE. EXTREME F.G. Jones stalks toward a bird hopping among fallen leaves. He leaps. And smack into A WALL. RIPLEY (voice over) Dumbshit. WIDER ANGLE as Jones steps back confused from the HIGH-RESOLUTION ENVIRONMENTAL WALL SCREEN, a sort of cinerama video-loop. Ripley sits on a bench in what we now SEE is an ATRIUM off the medical center, still somewhere in the bowels of Gateway Station. Benches. Some unenthusiastic potted trees. The sterile corridors VISIBLE beyond glass doors b.g. Burke ENTERS in his usual mode, casual haste. BURKE Sorry...I've been running behind all morning. Ripley seems healthier now, but still a bit brittle. RIPLEY Have they located my daughter yet? BURKE Well, I was going to wait until after the inquest... He opens his briefcase, removing a sheet of printer hard copy, including a telestat photo. Is she...? RIPLEY
BURKE (scanning) Amanda Ripley-McClaren. Married name, I guess. Age: sixty-six ...at time of death. Two years ago. (looks at her) I'm sorry. Ripley studies the PHOTOGRAPH, stunned. The face of a woman in her mid-sixties. It could be anybody. She tries to reconcile the face with the little girl she once knew. Amy. RIPLEY
BURKE (reading) Cancer. Hmmmm. They still haven't licked that one. Cremated. Interred Parkside Repository, Little Chute,
Ripley gazes off, into the pseudo-landscape, into the past. RIPLEY I promised her I'd be home for her birthday. Her eleventh birthday. I sure missed that one. (pause) Well...she has already learned to take my promises with a grain of salt. When it came to flight schedules, anyway. Burke nods, a simpatico presence. RIPLEY You always think you can make it up to somebody...later, you know. But now I never can. I never can. Let's get one thing straight...Ripley can be one tough lady. But the terror, the loss, the emptiness are, in this moment, overwhelming. She cries silently. Burke puts a reassuring hand on her arm. BURKE (gently) The hearing convenes at 0930. don't want to be late. INT. CORRIDOR - GATEWAY
Elevator doors part and Ripley emerges, in mid-conversation with Burke. DOLLYING AHEAD OF THEM as they move rapidly down the corridor. RIPLEY You read my deposition...it's complete and accurate. BURKE Look, I believe you, but there are going to be some heavyweights in there. You got Feds, you got interstellar commerce commission, you got colonial administration, insurance company guys... RIPLEY I get the picture. BURKE Just tell them what happened. The important thing is to stay cool and unemotional. INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - ON RIPLEY - GATEWAY 6
She's not cool.. His file prints out next to it. at that time. ASH the android traitor. That's minus payload. That the Nostromo set down on LV-426. Who had access to it? The ECA (Extrasolar Colonization Administration) Representative (ECA REP) just shakes his head. RIPLEY Look. VAN LEUWEN Look at it from our perspective.. LAMBERT. INSURANCE INVESTIGATOR (dryly) Forty-two million in adjusted dollars. BRETT's face and dossier replace it.. steeples his fingers and frowns. For reasons unknown. By you. VAN LEUWEN. Gray suits and grim faces. an unsurveyed planet. VAN LEUWEN It did not. and thereby destroying. KANE. Not unemotional. DALLAS. That repairs were made. That it resumed its course and was subsequently set for self-destruct.. the ICC representative. of course. Ripley sense the noose tightening. ECA REP . of what? We have been here three hours. doctored the recorder. How many different ways do you want me to tell the same story? She faces the EIGHT MEMBERS of the board of inquiry at a long conference table. PARKER grins like a goon from his personnel mugshot. VAN LEUWEN The shuttle's flight recorder corroborates some elements of your account.. contain any entries concerning the hostile life form you allegedly picked up. however. and then the others as the SCENE continues. I told you. You freely admit to detonating the engines of.. RIPLEY Then somebody's gotten to it. A rather expensive piece of hardware.. Behind Ripley on a large VIDEO SCREEN. an M-Class star-freighter. RIPLEY Do you people have earwax. They aren't buying..
'gestates in a living human host' and has 'concentrated molecular acid for blood. Van Leuwen sighs with exasperation. No indigenous life larger than a simple virus. we've surveyed over three hundred worlds and no one's ever reported a creature which. Ripley glares at the ECA Rep. RIPLEY (losing it) That's because I blew it out the Goddamn airlock! (pause) Like I said. it wasn't indigenous.. silent at the far end of the table. using your words.. RIPLEY Look. His expression is grim. a woman on the ungenerous side of fifty. There was an alien spacecraft there.' Ripley glances at Burke. But I'm telling you those things exist. A derelict ship. We homed on its beacon. I can see where this is going. Ripley grits her teeth in frustration. INSURANCE MAN (to ECA Rep) Are there any species like this 'hostile organism' on LV-426? ECA REP No....Would you just listen to yourself for one minute.. Back on that planetoid is an alien ship and on that ship are thousands of eggs. (read from Ripley's statement) .. It's a rock. VAN LEUWEN The analysis team which went over your shuttle centimeter by centimeter found no physical evidence of the creature you describe. Find it and deal with it -before one of your survey teams . RIPLEY I told you. ECA REP To be perfectly frank.. Do you understand? I suggest you find it. Her mouth hardens as a bit of the old nail-eating Ripley surfaces. using the flight recorder's data. Thousands.
because just one of those things managed to kill my entire crew. trembling with frustration and anger. NOC-14672. That RIPLEY (louder. CORRIDOR Ripley kicks the wall next to Burke who is getting coffee and donuts at a vending machine. out of patience.TIGHT ON RIPLEY . glowering at the board. BURKE You had them eating out of your hand. his eyes burning from the photograph. RIPLEY They had their minds made up before I even went in there. VAN LEUWEN It is the finding of this board of inquiry that Warrent Officer Ellen Ripley. Jack! Just kiss it goodbye. that will be all... within twelve hours of hatching... Officer Ripley. CONFERENCE ROOM . VAN LEUWEN Thank you.. stepping on him) . Van Leuwen stands. will be. Dallas looks back at her from the video screen.. as we: CUT TO: INT. has acted with questionable judgment and is unfit to hold an ICC license as a commercial flight . RIPLEY That's not all.. Ripley stares him down. Then you can just kiss it good-bye.. 8 INT. that will be all. kiddo. Goddamnit! If those things get back here.LATER Van Leuwen clears his throat. BURKE (cheerfully) You are a head case. VAN LEUWEN Thank you. They think I'm a head case.comes back with a little surprise. Ripley turns sharply away. 7 Have a donut.
. It's what we call a shake 'n' bake colony.. No criminal charges will be filed at this time and you are released on own recognizance for a six month period of psychometric probation. RIPLEY (insistent) Why won't you check out LV-426? VAN LEUWEN (condescendingly) Because I don't have to..big job. And by the way. VAN LEUWEN Said license is hereby suspended indefinitely. they call it Acheron now. INT. are getting annoyed..planet engineers. They set up atmosphere processors to make the air breathable. Peacefully. but Ripley holds the door from closing. maybe seventy families. white-lipped but subdued. Burke watches Ripley taking it on the chin. They've already been there over twenty years. (low) RIPLEY . VAN LEUWEN Terraformers.officer. CORRIDOR DOLLY BACK as the conference room door bangs open and Ripley strides through. People 9 RIPLEY How many colonists? VAN LEUWEN Sixty. RIPLEY What are you talking about. The door tries to close.. Takes decades. The people who live there checked it out years ago and they never reported and 'hostile organism' or alien ship. to include monthly review by an ICC psychiatric tech. She shrugs off Burke's restraining arm and catches up to Van Leuwen walking down the corridor.. Ripley slams it back. What people? Van Leuwen steps into an elevator with some others.
a flying bridge. Huge-wheeled tractors crawl toadlike in the rutted "street" and vanish down rampways to underground garages. 10 PAN SLOWLY ONTO a CORRODED METAL SIGN set in concrete pylons. is the massive complex of the nearest ATMOSPHERE PROCESSOR. Do you mind? ELEVATOR PASSENGER Ripley's hand slides off the door. EXT. Calloused hands. EXT.CONTROL BLOCK 13 12 11 . Tough. The COLONY. Its fiery glow pulses in the low cloud cover like a steel mill. Neon signs throw garish colors across the vaultlike walls. "Grapes of Wrath" faces. b. b. Not too many interior decorators. laid out like a scaled-down shopping mall with no styling flourishes. storm-blasted vista. driving a freezing rain." Gale-force wind SCREECHES around the steel sign. advertising bars and other businesses. ANGLE ON THE CONTROL BLOCK the largest structure.POP. ALIEN LANDSCAPE .DAY A hideous. is a squat complex with lots of floodlights.. COLONY COMPLEX The town is a cluster of bunkerlike metal and concrete buildings connected by conduits.g. It resembles vaguely the superstructure of an aircraft carrier... VISIBLE across a half kilometer of barren heath. INT.Sweet Jesus. looking like a power plant bred with an active volcano." INT.NEAR CONTROL BLOCK A central space. strengthless.. Bleak twilight at midday. Pragmatic.g. TIGHT ON HER FROM INSIDE the elevator as the doors close like fate on her lost expression. 159 "WELCOME TO ACHERON" Some local has added below in spray-can graffiti "Have a nice day. It looks like a sodden cross between the Krupps munitions works and a truckstop casino in the Nevada boondocks. which reads: HADLEY'S HOPE . Tortured rock forms. OPERATIONS ROOM . MAIN CONCOURSE . Some children race in the corridor on things that look suspiciously like "Big Wheels. We SEE a cross section of the types of people who have come to live on Godforsaken Acheron.
Some honch in a cushy office on Earth says go look at a grid reference in the middle of nowhere. Beside him is his wife/partner ANNE and in the back their two kids are playing among the heavy sampling equipment. LYDECKER You remember you sent some wildcatters out to that plateau. EXT. a couple days ago? SIMPSON Yeah. and I don't ask.' LYDECKER So what do I tell this guy? SIMPSON Tell him. JORDEN (gloating cackle) Look at this fat. displays. juicy magnetic profile. It's high tech but used and scrungy. technicians. What? LYDECKER There's a guy on the horn. most of the business of running the colony flows through here. independent prospector. is RUSS JORDEN. we look. SIMPSON. Coffee cup rings. . SIMPSON Christ. as far as I'm concerned..DAY It roars across corrugated rock.A SIX-WHEELED TRACTOR . Says he's homing on something and wants to know if his claim will be honored. They don't say why.Jammed with computer terminals. mom-and-pop survey team. I don't ask because it takes two weeks to get an answer out here and the answer's always 'don't ask.. he finds something it's his. DOLLY AHEAD OF LYDECKER. Papers piled up.THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE . the Assistant Operations Manager. TRACTOR 15 14 At the controls. INT. mine. out past the Ilium range. ACHERON . as he catches up to the harried Operating Manager. And it's mine. mine. intent on a PINGING scope. blasting through soggy drifts of volcanic ash.
Newt. NEWT. NEWT And half mine! JORDEN I got too many partners. when are we going back to town? JORDEN When we get rich. Mom. . dear. Nonhuman design. their six-year-old daughter. JORDEN Folks. I wanna go back. Bio-mechanoid. JORDEN (reverently) Holy shiiit! ANGLE THROUGH FRONT CANOPY ON a bizarre shape looming ahead.. ANNE Knock it off! I catch either of you playing in the air ducts again I'll tan your hides. Canted on its side and buckles against a rock outcropping by the lava flow. it is still recognizable as an EXTRATERRESTRIAL SHIP.ANNE Half mine. NEWT I'm just the best. yells from the back. TIM Do too! You go in places we can't fit. TIM You cheat too much. we have scored big this time... So! NEWT That's why I'm the best.' Her older brother TIM sticks his jeering face close to hers.. NEWT You always say that. An enormous bonelike mass projecting upward from the bed of ash. I wanna play 'Monster Maze. NEWT Daddy. Do not. The tractor slows. NEWT All the kids play it.
steaming it. grabs the dash mike. Newt. Newt shakes him TIM Blackness 16 17 18 TIM (quavering) It'll be okay. ANNE You kids stay inside. Mayday! ANNE Mayday! This is ./EXT. ANNE Shouldn't we call in? JORDEN Let's wait till we know what to call it in as.EXT. The wind HOWLS around them. awake. panting and terrified. wearing ENVIRONMENT SUITS. TEST GEAR. The vast landscape. Tim is curled up in the driver's seat.NIGHT The tractor and the derelict are dark and motionless. Tim considers the night. Tim GRABS HER from behind.they've been gone a long time. TRACTOR Newt has her face pressed to the glass. He bites his lip. PACKS. CAMERAS.. inside. Dad knows CRASH! Newt SCREAMS as the door beside her is RIPPED OPEN. I mean it! We'll be right back. LANDSCAPE . trying hard not to cry. Their breath clouds in the chill air. ANNE (nervous) How about 'big weird thing'? They pause at a twisted gash in the hull. Carrying LIGHTS. what he's doing. INT. NEWT Timmy. The wind. Watching her parents enter the strange ship.. A dark shape lunges inside! Anne. They trudge toward the alien derelict. Cheater! EXT. She SHRIEKS. TRACTOR Jorden and Anne step down.
The WALLSCREEN is on. Ripley jumps like a cat. RIPLEY'S APARTMENT .s... There is SOMETHING ON HIS FACE. The door BUZZES. dragged somehow by Anne from inside the ship. competing with the shrieking wind which rises to a crescendo as we: CUT TO: INT.Alpha Kilo Two Four Niner calling Hadley Control. This is. CORRIDOR Carter Burke stands in the narrow. dingy corridor with LIEUTENANT GORMAN. This is Lieutenant Gorman of the. pulsing with obscene life. RIPLEY'S APARTMENT .. The bed is unmade. Burke buzzes again. The place is modest. (pause) They've lost contact with the colony on Acheron. Bill. blaring vapidly. to be charitable.GATEWAY . SLAM. Talks to the door.. Dishes in the sink. Russ Jorden lies there inert. Though it's late in the day Ripley is still wearing a robe. Colonial Marine Corps.DAY Silence.A LITTLE LATER 22 . VOICE FROM VIDEO (o.s. BURKE Hi.. No unemployment. Young and severe in his officer's dress-black. An appalling MULTILEGGED CREATURE. INT.. 21 20 BURKE Ripley we have to talk.. Bob! I heard you and the family are heading off for the colonies! BON (o.) Hey. Jones prowls across the counter. Repeat.. The door opens. looking haggard.) Best decision I ever made. sits at a table in the dining alcove contemplating the smoke rising from her cigarette. No crime. As Anne shouts the mayday Newt looks past her. Ripley. Ripley. Ripley considers the ramifications of that. and there are few personal touches. to the ground. The door opens slightly. Jones doesn't. Newt begins to SCREAM hysterically. INT. She motions them inside. We'll be starting a new life from scratch. in a clean world.
Ripley We SEE that she's gut scared.. It may just be a down transmitter. BURKE Look. Burke sees it. paces.. steamed and dry-cleaned by you guys. we don't know what's going on out there. yeah.'Building Better Worlds. That's all.. RIPLEY There's no way! BURKE Hear me out. against mineral rights. No.Burke and Gorman are seated. covering it with anger. Yeah. I can guarantee your safety. Nothing they can't handle. I want you there. BURKE . GORMAN You wouldn't be going in with the troops. the corporation co-financed that colony with the Colonial Administration..as an advisor.right.. RIPLEY I saw the commercial.' Burke is revealing his early days in sales.. and they're packing state-of-the-art firepower. Lieutenant? GORMAN (cool) We're trained to deal with these kinds of situations. very tense.and now you want me to go back out there? Forget it.. nursing coffee.. BURKE These Colonial Marines are some tough hombres. RIPLEY (to Burke) What about you? What's your interest in this? BURKE Well. But if it's not.. We're getting into a lot of terraforming.. RIPLEY I was reamed.
RIPLEY (defensive) That's right. go. BURKE What if I said I could get you reinstated as a flight officer? And that the company has agreed to pick up your contract? RIPLEY If I go.. the same nightmare over and over.NIGHT 23 . I'm sorry. would you. sheets soaking. Now Just Burke nods to Gorman who rises with him. and I've read it. kiddo. forklifts. (pause) It's a second chance. Burke leans close. everything. please go. that sort of thing? RIPLEY (shrugging) It's all I could get. ACHERON LANDSCAPE . BURKE Running loaders... I've had my psych evaluation this month. a let's-cut-the-crap intimacy.I heard you were working in the cargo docks. And it'll be the best thing in the world for you to face this fear and beat it. RIPLEY (frosty) Spare me. BURKE Yes.. it keeps my mind off of.. heads for the door. EXT. He slips a TRANSLUCENT CARD onto the table. Days off are worse. BURKE Think about it. Burke. You gotta get back on the horse.. RIPLEY (shouting) No! The answer is no. You wake up every night. Anyway. BURKE If you go.
seemingly miles long. DEEP SPACE ...forever.. Not bring burn them out. RIPLEY I'm in.RIPLEY taking a deep slow breath. desolate wind? TIGHT ON PHONE CONSOLE as Ripley's hand inserts Burke's card into a slot. It's time She punches off before Burke replies.. Just . Metal spires slice ACROSS FRAME. before she can change her mind. Bathed in sweat she lights a cigarette with trembling hands. RIPLEY And you my dear. 26 . Do we hear a faint.. breathing hard. INT. RIPLEY tell me one thing. BUILDING IN PITCH until we: CUT TO: INT. She turns to Jones sitting on the bed and her tone becomes admonishing. just That you're kill them. functional.. "STAND BY" prints out on the screen and is replaced by Burke's face. Hi. bleary with sleep. are staying right here. My word on it. the SULACO. A massive military transport ship..clean 24 BURKE That's the plan. No movement. Burke. back. to look the demon in the eye." CUT TO: EXT... All right. BURKE (on video phone) Yello? Oh.THREE WEEKS LATER An empty starfield."count me right out..As the wind HOWLS through tormented rock. The THRUMMING of hyperdrive engines. CORRIDOR TO CARGO LOCK An empty corridor. 25 A mountain of steel following. She clutches her chest. going out there to Not study. Ugly.. CLOSEUP . battered. cynical cat eyes. Ripley. APARTMENT Ripley lunges INTO FRAME with an animal outcry.. Jones blinks.
wearing shorts and dog tags.INT. Rubs her arms briskly. Locks.. until a bank of indicators lights up. HYPERSLEEP VAULT Blackness. DROP-SHIPS. INT. . It reaches the ceiling. loading equipment.. BRIDGE Dark electronic womb. CAMERA DOLLIES SLOWLY among murmuring instrumentation. cavernous and dark. white and sterile. GROANS echo across the chamber. INT. Next to her Gorman and Burke are stirring and beyond them the troopers. Squatting in the shadows are two orbit-to-surface shuttles. Heavy machinery all around them. as trickles of water run 27 28 29 DISSOLVE TO: INT. An alarm. Hydraulics lift a grid of equipment from a row of horizontal HYPERSLEEP CYLINDERS. A sudden high-pitched TRILLING accompanies a sequence of lights. They are: MASTER SERGEANT APONE CORPORAL HICKS CORPORAL DIETRICH (female) PFC HUDSON PFC VASQUEZ (female) PRIVATE DRAKE PRIVATE FROST PRIVATE CROWE PRIVATE WIERZBOWSKI CORPORAL FERRO (female) PFC SPUNKMEYER UNIT LEADER B-TEAM LEADER MED-TECH COM-TECH 'SMART-GUN' OPERATOR 'SMART-GUN' OPERATOR TROOPER TROOPER TROOPER DROP-SHIP PILOT DROP-SHIP CREW CHIEF 30 The ship is fully automated in interstellar flight so there is no crew. who supervises planetary maneuvering. HYPERSLEEP VAULT Lit up. CARGO LOCK An enormous chamber. The canopies of the row of capsules are raised. CLOSE ON RIPLEY'S CAPSULE down the frosted canopy. Ripley sits up. cranes. except for EXECUTIVE OFFICER (ECA) Bishop.
DRAKE Suck air.tough. Drake. DRAKE They ain't payin' us enough for this. Though not supermen they are lean and hardened. HUDSON This floor's freezing. Vasquez is younger then the rest and her combat-primer was the street in a Los Angeles barrio. DRAKE sits up. though he must have enlisted underage not long ago. Hard-muscled. APONE Christ.. I never saw such a buncha old women. Have you? She slaps Drake's open palm and it clenches into a greeting which is part contest. Hudson? Would you. Hicks. Sir? HUDSON Ripley steps back as the troopers shuffle past nodding cursory hellos. jaded. He's young as well but street-tough.SPUNKMEYER Arrgh.. SPUNKMEYER says this sincerely. capable.. DIETRICH Not enough to have to wake up to your face. Nasty scar curling his lip into a sneer. I'm getting too old for this shit.. She feels isolated by the camaraderie of this tightknit group.you ever been mistaken for a man? VASQUEZ No. Ripley scans the group as they shuffle past her to a bank of lockers. SERGEANT APONE moves down the row of freezers. Vasquez. an older lifer-type who keeps his own counsel. Looking surly. They combine the specialized techno-combat training of the twenty-first century fighting man with those qualities universal to "grunts" through the ages. VASQUEZ eyes her coldly as she passes. Like Drake. Hey..you look like I feel. Eyes cunning and mean. It gets rougher. HICKS. . just snorts good-naturedly. HUDSON Hey. You want me to fetch your slippers.. She is tough even by the standards of this group.
let's shag it. INT... DIETRICH Yeah.. Vasquez and FERRO are watching Ripley dry off. man. Cycle through! 32 31 APONE Let's go." That is part of their bond... Whoooah! HUDSON No shit? I'm impressed.. hand job.... INT.. SPUNKMEYER I mean breathing.let's go. How come they send us straight back out like this? We got some slack comin'. FROST Hey. Through the swirling steam Hudson.. SHOWERS High pressure water jets and a blast of hot air when you step out. Dobermans playing. Until she cuffs him hard and they break with vicious laughter. man. (exaggerated) .what about it? APONE You know it ain't up to me. MESS HALL . As he passes close to her Ripley notices a strange TATTOO across the back of his left hand. BISHOP is helping everyone like a valet.a drive through car wash for people... First assembly's in fifteen. the two of them were trained to operate the formidable "SMART-GUNS.She was an alien once.an ALPHA-NUMERIC CODE. VASQUEZ Who's the fresh meat again? FERRO She's supposed to be some kinda consultant.. (louder) Awright! Let's knock off the grabass. 'Top'. Conscripted from juvenile prison. not this frozen shit.Painful. you take my towel? SPUNKMEYER (overlapping) I need some slack. HICKS You just got three weeks.
.. at the other table. SPUNKMEYER Shee-it. There's some juicy colonists' daughters we gotta rescue from virginity.fatigues customized and emblazoned with patches.An unconscious segregation takes place at the troopers assemble at one long table while Gorman. I think. Drake's tunic is cut off to a vest and has "Eat the apple and fuck the Corps" stenciled on back. Ripley. Ripley spins on Burke." "Pray for War" and "I've Served My Time in Hell: Cetti Epsilon NC-104" are some others. grizzled. Burke. Bishop and Ripley sit at another. her tone accusing. Remember that time? HICKS (low) Looks like that new Lieutenant's too good to eat with us grunts. who pointedly gets up and moves to the far side of the table. He looks wounded.. What's this crap supposed to be? WIERZBOWSKI Cornbread. Hey. He runs it loose and fair. Bishop takes a seat beside Ripley. Hey. Got a corn cob up his ass.' HUDSON What's the op? APONE Rescue mission. Among the troopers dress discipline is lax. it didn't occur to me. Apone is stocky.. RIPLEY You never said anything about an android being here! Why not? BURKE Well. Everybody is nursing a coffee. 'Top. waiting for eggs from the AUTOCHEF. definitely. I wouldn't mind getting me some more a that Arcturan poontang. with peregrine eyes. It's been policy for years to have a . Across the room. "Peace Through Superior Firepower. BISHOP I'm sorry you feel that way about Synthetics. Gorman sits with his creases perfect. but only because he knows his people are the best.the consummate strack NCO. Dumbass colonists. WIERZBOWSKI (glancing over shoulder) Yeah.
READY ROOM . BISHOP I prefer the term 'artificial person' myself. Is there a problem? BURKE A synthetic malfunctioned on her last trip out.synthetic on board. by omission of action. BISHOP Was it an older model? BURKE Cyberdyne Systems 120-A/2. . WIERZBOWSKI She don't like the cornbread either.ARMORY bellowing.. very conciliatory. allow to be harmed a human being. Some deaths were involved. Tench-hut! APONE 33 WIDER ANGLE as the troops snap to from their lounging among the racks of high-tech weaponry. at the next table. I'm shocked. GORMAN At ease.. I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief before we left Gateway but. shrugs and turns back to the other troopers. halfway across the room. The A/2's were always a bit twitchy. Bishop turns to Ripley. BISHOP Well.TIGHT ON APONE . Wierzbowski. (smiling) More cornbread? WHAM! Ripley knocks the plate out of his hand. Gorman enters with Burke and Ripley. Impossible for me to harm or. Bishop! You got that straight? Burke and Gorman exchange glances. INT. That could never happen now with out behavioral inhibitors. that explains it. RIPLEY Just stay away from me.
It's essentially a walking sex organ. Hicks. who stands before the troops.. on another bug-hunt? GORMAN All we know is that there's still no contact with the colony and that a xenomorph may be involved. She sets some RECORDING DISKETTES on the table. The first form hatches from a spore.. It's important to understand this organism's life cycle. RIPLEY (controlled) .previews. (louder) So what are these things? Gorman nods to Ripley. WIERZBOWSKI A what? HICKS (to Wierzbowski. Sir. low) It's a bug-hunt. and attaches itself to its victim. Sir.Sir? HUDSON GORMAN (annoyed) Yes. APONE SPUNKMEYER Yeah. Then it injects an embryo. Tease us a bit. HUDSON He's Hicks. Hicks? Hudson. The -HUDSON Sounds like you. It's actually two creatures.. RIPLEY I've dictated what I know on these. detaches and dies. RIPLEY Okay. GORMAN What's the question? HUDSON Is this going to be a stand-up fight.a sort of large egg..
smirking. thanking Ripley with a nod. Grows rapidly -VASQUEZ I only need to know one thing. Yes? Where they are. Anytime.. Moults. Yo! Vasquez.emerges..she thought they said illegal alien and signed up. RIPLEY (icy) Am I disturbing you conversation Mr.. Hudson? Hudson settles down. VASQUEZ HUDSON Anywhere. HUDSON Somebody said alien. (with difficulty) . hosts in the victim's body for several hours. Gestating. I really do. the second form. takes Hudson? .then it. Vasquez. Then it.The embryo. VASQUEZ Anywhere. BURKE (to all) I suggest you study the disks Ripley has been kind enough to prepare for you.. Ripley locks eyes with RIPLEY I hope you're right. cocks her thumbs. GORMAN Are there any questions? HUDSON How do I get out of this chicken-shit outfit? Gorman scowls then.. DRAKE Kick ass! RIPLEY VASQUEZ Anytime. Fuck you.. Vasquez coolly points her finger.. and blows away an imaginary alien..
Then twice more.but with a thousandfold increase in power. A bluish glow..Pearlescent cloud cover masking the environmental torment beneath. and is supported by squat HYDRAULIC LEGS which also move correspondingly with the driver's movements. Covered with grease.. From orbit the planet looks serene . LOADING BAY ... swings the ordnance up into a belly nacelle of the DROP-SHIP where it locks into place. Across the back is stencilled "CATERPILLAR. hemmed in by instrumentation.. Advanced as it is to us. This concluded final maneuvering operations. SPACE . rapidly. PULL BACK as the rack of tactical missiles is lifted. it's only an old forklift to them. You have never seen anything like this before. Repainted many times..over the predrop briefing. its MANEUVERING JETS FIRING. I want this to go smooth and by the numbers. I want DCS and tactical database assimilation by 0830. INT." Spunkmeyer's machine swings out from under the drop-ship and we become aware of the intense activity throughout the cavernous loading bay..ARMORY 37 34 35 34 . OVERHEAD LOADING ARMS. EXT.. Spunkmeyer. GORMAN All right. seated inside a POWER LOADER. BISHOP (into mike) Attention. weapons strip and drop-ship prep details will have seven hours.CARGO LOCK sliding into a heavy ordnance rack with an echoing CLANG. INT.. Troopers on foot or driving TOW-MOWERS. BRIDGE Bishop is installed in his command seat. READY ROOM . Hicks checks off items on an electronic manifest. Thank you for your cooperation. The SULACO floats.TIGHT ON MASSIVE FORKS .all in motion. REVEALING two powerful hydraulic arms. (some groans) Ordnance loading. The forklift-style CLAWS on each arm can crush with tons of pressure. As he exerts pressure with his hands against the servo-controls the hydraulic arms move correspondingly. INT.battered and well used. You may resume work..ACHERON They have arrived. The loader has an open ROLL CAGE to protect the operator.
An orbit-to-surface troop carrier. I've got a Class Two rating. Around them.. She turns. LOADING BAY . CLACK. Excuse me. heavily armed for the close support of ground missions. She swings one of the SMART-GUNS out on a work stand. Using a body brace and GYRO-STABILIZED SUPPORT ARM. CLACK. is an arsenal of advanced personal artillery. you can do? APONE Is there anything RIPLEY (pointing) I can drive that loader.the authority. A SECOND POWER LOADER sits unused in . CLACK. BURKE Still nothing from the colony? GORMAN Dead on all channels. please.ANGLE ON BURKE AND GORMAN with pre-flight activity b.30 caliber light machine gun. The futuristic equivalent of a .g.. Steps hastily back. the weight. Is there anything I can do? I don't know. being raised hydraulically into the ship's belly. as Ripley approaches RIPLEY I feel like a fifth wheel here.Wierzbowski. A cross between a Huey Aircobra gunship and the space shuttle might describe it. INT. Her hands move without hesitation. Sort of a steadicam that kills. FROST Clear. Hudson cruises by with a laden forklift. Ripley looks around as Frost wheels a rack of incomprehensible equipment toward her. nodding apologetically. ANGLE ON APONE him HUDSON 38 standing with Hicks. it is a computer-aimed. My latest career move. Vasquez likes the feel of the guns. video targeted automatic weapon. in racks. Ripley watches the drop-ship being loaded. Drake and Vasquez are fieldstripping light weapons with precise movements. She watches a six-wheeled APC. Apone turns. Ripley jumps aside. ARMORED PERSONNEL CARRIER.
signalling depressurization of the cargo lock. She raises it deftly. Considering. The sole cleats CLACK like hooves on the deck plates. don't worry. TWO SHOT APONE AND HICKS skeptical. You do not want to fuck with me. wearing a flight jacket and headset.CLICK.interlocking plates like football padding. Ripley. I am the ultimate badass.. files into the ship with the hulking troopers. Inside they pass directly into the APC we saw loaded earlier and take seats facing each other across a narrow aisle. INT. CLICK.ARMORY The troopers are suiting up for the drop. TIGHT ON POWER SWITCH as Ripley's finger punches it on. Ready to get it on. nearby.slide smoothly into lifting brackets on a cargo module. Check-it-out. Ripley spins the wrist servos. A KLAXON SOUNDS. Ripley watches him working his way toward her. WEB BELTS. Ripley is strapped into the safety cage. open. She takes a step. APONE Let's move it. The huge claws swing. READY ROOM . Me and my squad of 40 39 .state of the badass art. man. his movements predatory and exaggerated. HUDSON I am ready. Let's go. girls! On the ready line... let's go. CLICK. RIPLEY Where you want it? Hicks looks at Apone. They tape their wrists. INT. PACKS.. Their fingers move methodically over the fastenings. Lockers SLAM. They will drop already strapped into their ground vehicle for rapid deployment. Draw on segmented boots. A RISING WHINE of power. TIGHT ON THE HYDRAULICS to life. COM-SETS.. Hudson prowls the aisle. HELMETS. BOOM! Two tons of hardened steel takes a step.APC Ripley. as the massive machine stirs FULL. as the loader starts. HARNESSES....an equipment bay. Strapping on their bulky COMBAT-ARMOR. DROP-SHIP . It has its own rhythm. her arms and legs inserted in the servo-sensor assemblies. cocks an eyebrow appreciatively. Hey.
RPG's. Burke.. grins eagerly like this is a sport fishing trip. stalking the aisle. HICKS Save it. His voice is low.ultimate badasses will protect you.. we got knives. Mark! EXT. Clamps SLAM BACK.. SULACO . She looks like she's in a gas chamber waiting for the pellet to drop. MOTORS WHINE and the craft lurches. HUDSON Ripley nods her thanks to Hicks. The night side of Acheron yawns below. EXT. plunging 45 . Three. VWAP! Fry half a city with this puppy...APC Apone. Two. We got sonic eeelectronic ballbreakers. phased-plasma pulse-rifles. HUDSON Independently targetting particle-beam phalanx. SULACO The drop-ship lowers from the cargo-lock on a massive launch rig..sharp sticks -Hicks grabs Hudson by his battle harness and pulls him into a seat. enigmatic.. INT. Sure. Ripley closes her eyes.. we got nukes. DROP-SHIP . One. DROP-SHIP It screams down through the stratosphere. but it carries. Burke and Gorman groan at the sudden gees. EXT.DROP-SHIP Hydraulic WHINE. Hicks. COCKPIT Ferro and Spunkmeyer run rapidly through the switches.the point of no return. The ship drops. Check-it-out. next to Ripley. We got tactical smart-missles. BURKE Here we go. snatches for a handhold. Bishop. 44 43 42 41 INT. He slaps the SERVO-CANNON controls in the GUN BAY above them. FERRO Initiate release sequencer on my mark.
COCKPIT FERRO Turning on final. 47 FERRO (voice over..two. COCKPIT Beyond the canopy is gray limbo. RIPLEY How may drops is this for you.simulated. DROP-SHIP It emerges from the low cloud ceiling. INT. INT. VASQUEZ How many combat drops? Well. his eyes closed. Terminal guidance locked in. TIGHT ON GORMAN as the ship begins to buck. GORMAN Three. including Vasquez and Drake exchange do-you-believe-this-shit expressions. Where's the damn beacon? EXT.. Got it.APC TIGHT ON HICKS asleep in his harness. The craft shudders 46 FERRO (icy calm) Switching to DCS ranging. Lieutenant? GORMAN Thirty-eight. Nominal to profile.. filtered) Stand by for some chop. FERRO Rough air ahead. Sweating. HOLD . INT. this one. Pale. and lurches. SPUNKMEYER Two-four-o. 49 48 .. From the twilight haze ahead the distant colony LANDING BEACONS become visible. Coming around to a seven-zero-niner.into dark turbulence. He rubs his hands on his knees repeatedly. Ripley looks accusingly at Burke. Picking up some hull ionization.
Two minutes. She joins Burke watching over Gorman's shoulder as the Lieutenant plays the board like a video director. A familiar malfunction.. GORMAN (to Ferro via mike) Hold at forty. Other screens show EXTERIOR VIEWS. Ripley watches the AP station loom on the exterior screens.APC Stumbling as the ship pitches. check you camera. Two for each soldier. GORMAN (o. all over the planet. The lower screens are BIO-MONITORS: EEG. HOLD . TIGHT ON MONITOR CONSOLE REVEALING screens labelled with the names of the troopers. INT.INT. A metal volcano thundering like the engines on God's Lear jet. a control console lined with monitor screens.. Somebody wake up Hicks. Ripley makes her way forward to the MOBILE TACTICAL OPERATIONS BAY (MTOB). The upper screens show images from the IMAGE-INTENSIFIED VIDEO CAMERAS in their helmets. A clatter of activity as they don backpacks and weapons. EKG.APC Gorman plays with the controls.s) . They're completely automated. Drake. EXT. Vasquez and Drake buckle on their smart-gun body harnesses.. SHIP .AP STATION The tiny ship circles the roaring tower. Let's move. Fire-team A. APONE Awright. RIPLEY That the atmosphere processor? BURKE Uh-hunh. There seems to be a. Slow circle of 50 51 52 . Gear up.that's better. Pan it around a bit. One of thirty or so. by the way. CLOSE ON DRAKE as he whacks himself on the head with an ammo case. and other graphic life-function readouts. GORMAN Let's see.. HOLD . zooming the image of the colony. Everybody on line. We manufacture them.
people. Apone scans with him image intensifier visor lowered. The APC pulls to the edge of the complex. APONE Ten seconds. They On the screen the colony buildings loom in and the low visibility like wrecks of freighters on the sea floor. Hicks. GORMAN (to Ferro via mike) Set down sixty meters this side of the telemetry mast. Troopers hit the ground running. APONE Awright! I want a nice clean dispersal this time. COLONY COMPLEX Landing beacons sweep harsh light across the wet Tarmac. The CREW DOOR opens. on line.O. They drop behind immediate cover. Trash blows in the street. let's do it. APONE'S P. filtered) First squad up. get yours in a cordon. Immediate dust off on my 'clear. The APC hits the ground a moment later. EXT. extending the loading ramp. RIPLEY VASQUEZ (turning away) Figures. Ripley turns as Vasquez squeezes past her. through the starlight-scope visor.V.' then stay on station. Spread out. circling. have power. though contrasty and lurid. we SEE the colony buildings. Watch the Look sharp! 53 . Slams down on hydraulic LANDING LEGS. RIPLEY The structure seems intact. The ship roars down. pulling away from the ship as it leaps up in a cloud of spray and peels off. GORMAN (voice over.the complex. GORMAN (to Apone) Okay. VASQUEZ You staying in here? You bet. No other movement. Bright as a sunny day.
Sprinting in a skirmish line. Taut. Her smart-gun cannon swinging slowly in an arc. move up. The controls are ripped out. take point. APONE Vasquez. run a bypass. Pools of water cover the floor. ON VASQUEZ moving forward. looking down rather than ahead. following Vasquez and Apone as they move into the broad corridor. Their footsteps echo.MAIN CONCOURSE DOLLYING SLOWLY FORWARD. looks inside. COLONY BUILDING Vasquez reaches the main doors. A few emergency lights are still on. Nothing. The wind roars around the bleak structures. The others follow. A neon sign creaks overhead. It jams partway open. Hudson makes a connection. rain drips through blast holes in the ceiling. GORMAN Quarter and search by twos. APONE Hudson. through the doors. as if by a crowbar or axe. The door shrieks in its tracks and rumbles aside. She eases over the wrecked tractor. COLONY . Drake flanking on the right. She moves on. APC Ripley watches as the bobbing images reveal the empty colony building. Hicks. He pries off the facing and starts clipping on the bypass wires. INT. Alert. Second team move inside. Evidence of a fire fight with pulse-rifles. APONE First squad. INT. Farther down. Wind moans along the concourse. 54 Hudson. GORMAN (voice over. Apone tries the door controls. Let's move. assemble on me at the main lock. Parked tightly across the doors are two heavy-duty tractors. Apone motions Vasquez inside. She studies the video aiming monitor. Apone's team advances on the colony main entry-lock.rear. Sealed. Vasquez reaches one of the tractors. EXT. filtered) Second team. all business now. Flanking positions. moves up and studies the door control panel. take the 56 55 .
INT. INT. There are no bodies. Hicks unslings a rugged piece of equipment. They emerge cautiously. An empty corridor recedes into the dim distance.. little more than cubicles. INT. They pass rooms and offices. The BEEPING grows more frequent as Hudson advances toward a half open door. Aims it down the hall. (plugs in headset jack) 61 60 59 58 . Vasquez eases up to the door.APC Ripley watches Hicks' monitor. Furniture overturned." It remains silent. Inside. Kicks it in. In several offices the exterior windows are blown out. Wait! RIPLEY Tell him to. Nothing. HICKS No movement. Hudson. MAIN CONCOURSE . APC Ripley et al watching.. Tenses to fire. cannon aimed.floating sodden in the puddles. Holes caused by pulse-rifle rounds pepper the walls. LOWER LEVEL . They pass through the colonists' modest apartments. Hudson touches a splash of color on the wall. His tracker BEEPS. Nobody laughs. SECOND LEVEL Hicks' group passes several burnt-out rooms.. Through doors they see increasing signs of struggle. flanks Vasquez as they move forward.SECOND LEVEL Hicks leads his squad up the stairwell to second level. BURKE Looks like my room in college. Use your motion 57 INT. admitting wind and rain. dangling from a piece of flex conduit. trackers. INT. on tracker. DROP-SHIP . Dried blood.. Vasquez whirls. He adjusts the "gain. It clanks against the rails of a child's bunkbed as it swings. Papers scattered. The door is splintered partway out of its frame.upper level.QUARTERS Apone's men are searching systematically in pairs. Hicks picks up a half-eaten donut beside a coffee cup overflowing with rainwater. a junction-box swings like a pendulum in the wind from a broken window.
the area's secured. equipment. happened. you're gonna love this.Hicks. WIDER ANGLE showing the trooper standing beneath a gaping hole. APONE (to Gorman) The place is dead.eaten away by the ferocious substance. The acid has melted right down through two levels into the maintenance level. filtered) You seeing this okay? melted. BURKE Acid for blood. revealing a section of wall corroded almost through in an irregular pattern. TIGHT ON MONITOR as the image shifts. INT.. directly beneath. filtered) Just finished our sweep. conduit. TIGHT ON RIPLEY knowing what it is. Whatever 63 . Second squad? APONE What's your status? 62 HICKS (voice over. FIRST LEVEL Hudson is looking at something. filtered) Looks like somebody bagged them one of Ripley's bad guys here. Hmm. HUDSON Hey. HICKS (voice over. Pan left. Another hole. Revealing pipes.. is at his feet. There! Back up. INT.. GORMAN All right. if you like that. Sir.. Burke raises an eyebrow at Ripley. Nobody home. Looks HICKS (voice over. Let's go in and see what their computer can tell us. we missed it. APC Gorman turns to the others....
VASQUEZ (sotto voice) Pendejo jerkoff. and Wierzbowski. Unarmed.. She meets his eyes." Not ready. throwing up sheets of filthy water as the massive wheels hit pondlike potholes. Hits the door switch. Shakes her head "no. She knows she's in a tank. an incredibly desolate sound. COLONY COMPLEX Lights arc across the dormant buildings as the APC turns onto the "main drag. Hudson. She hugs herself. The crew-door slides back. EXT. Leaps up. see if you can get their CPU on line. meet me at the south lock by the up-link tower. Burke looks back to see Ripley stop in the APC doorway. Hicks emerges from the south lock just as the APC rolls up close to the entrance. (to those present) Let's go. Hicks. Ripley sits in the dark interior. Alone. FIRST LEVEL GORMAN (voice over) . APC . the lock doors rumbling closed. INT. GORMAN Okay. APC The crew-door cycles home with a clang. Bishop. Gorman emerges..(into mike) First team head for operations.SOUTH LOCK The crew-door opens and Ripley emerges.. lit by the tactical displays. Windblown rain lashes across the headlights.We're coming in. INT." It trundles down the rutted street. RIPLEY In time to see 67 66 65 64 . The wind howls outside. HUDSON (cupping his mike) He's coming in.. stand by in operations. I feel safer already. the CPU is on-line. eyeing the ominous colony structure. followed by Burke. but remembers the acid. EXT. filtered) Sir. HUDSON (voice over.
Trooper Frost emerges from a side corridor ahead. The crew door whines shut behind her. gasping for breath.reacting to the fact that she is back in alien country. but so fast maybe it's something in his eye. Her expression reveals that Ripley is about to turn and flee. WIERZBOWSKI Scare you? RIPLEY Christ. Fire-gutted offices. rifle at ready. She jumps back. She walks to the exterior lock door-controls and studies them. you should check this out. Hicks notices her looking around nervously. INT.. He motions to big Wierzbowski with his eyes and the trooper casually falls in beside her on the other side. He leads the way into the corridor. The troopers switch on their pack lights and the beams illuminate a scene of devastation worse than they have seen. Nothing happens.. Hicks said to keep an eye on you. GORMAN (to Burke) Looks like you company can write off its share of this colony.. alone in the howling wind. FRONT Sir. CONTROL BLOCK CORRIDOR Ripley catches up with the others as they move into the bowels of the complex. She punches some unfamiliar buttons. BURKE (unconcerned) It's insured. She looks really nervous. ON RIPLEY as they move along the corridor. 69 68 . a two-man protective cordon. He winks.Burke! (shouting) The wind snatches her words away. INT. Wierzbowski! WIERZBOWSKI Sorry. He gestures for her to precede him inside. Glances behind her. CORRIDOR This wing is completely without power. She glances at Hicks. AND SCREAMS! There's a face right there! Right at her shoulder.. The door-motors come to life and she relaxes a little. She sees the ravaged administration complex. She hits another button.
. Last stand. Burke leans closer in fascination. a hastily welded wall of pipes. Acid holes have slashed through the floor and walls in several places. She has entered a second room. A few instruments glow with emergency power. They glow faintly with an eerie violet light given off by the field which preserves the specimens inside. Scorched by untended fires to bare metal. They squeeze through the opening. The equipment of the med labs has been uprooted to add to the barrier. RIPLEY WIERZBOWSKI GORMAN 70 (low) Over there. BURKE Are these the same. is lit by its glow.? Ripley nods. gill-like organs underneath drifting in the suspension fluid. They approach a barricade blocking the corridor.. seeing what she sees. slamming against . Burke. the palsied fingers curled in a death-rictus. Looks like it was a helluva fight.. The metal is scratched and twisted by hideously powerful forces. for example. His face almost touching one cylinder. peeled back like a soup can on one side. a flacid scrotal body. Structurally they are more like spiders with sickening translucent skin. STASIS TUBES. steel-plate. INT. unable to speak. In a storage alcove at near eye level stand seven transparent cylinders. RIPLEY Watch it.. outer-door panels. The others turn and approach. The walls are perforated by pulse-rifle fire and acid. MEDICAL WING They pack-lights play over the devastation of the colonists' last ditch battle. Sir. Something you definitely do not want on your face.FROST Right ahead here. part of the med lab area. The creature inside lunges suddenly. They look like jars containing SEVERED ARTHRITIC HANDS.. No bodies? FROST No.. TIGHT ON RIPLEY transfixed by something.
" HICKS (to Burke) It likes you. filtered) Negative. Only two of the creatures seem to pulse with life. Died during procedure. Burke jumps back.. These are dead. HICKS Behind us. John L. which slithers tonguelike over the inside of the glass. CORRIDOR Hicks' tracker is reading out more rapidly. locking it with an authoritative CLICK.. We're all in Operations. Inside is a medical chart printout with handwritten entries. She and Hicks head toward the source of the signal. Ripley takes a folder from above one of the live specimens.the glass. Burke taps the other stasis cylinders but the hand-things remain inertly clenched. They turn. They 71 . One of us? RIPLEY GORMAN (into headset) Apone. Then it retracts into a sheath between the "gills. the others following. He gestures at the corridor they just passed through. From the palm of the thing's handlike body emerges a pearl-escent TUBULE. BEEP. aimed back toward the shattered barricade. (looking up) They killed him getting it off. Hicks is intent on his motion tracker. Vasquez swings the smart-gun to ready position on its support arm. Poor bastard. the two alive. BURKE There's just On top of each cylinder is a file folder. Subject: Marachuk. HICKS They are startled by a LOUD BEEP. RIPLEY (reading) Removed surgically before embryo implantation. BEEP. like a tapered piece of intestine. INT.where are your people? Anybody in D-Block? APONE (voice over.
very terrified NEWT JORDEN. reaching slowly under the cabinet. The beeps merge. You fuck! VASQUEZ Hicks ignores her. He gestures to Ripley. Then realizes there is nothing behind her but darkness. Trusting his judgment. Slams Vasquez' barrel upward. their lights bouncing around the stainless steel surfaces. Ripley hangs back. INT.V.. Wierzbowski trips over a metal cannister. In the same instant Hicks' rifle slashes INTO FRAME. A very dirty. weapons leveled. Become a solid tone.. the rounds SEARING LIKE LIGHTNING. her hair tangled and matted. Eyes staring.a tiny cowering figure. A STREAM OF TRACER FIRE rips into the ceiling. Which way? VASQUEZ Hicks nods toward a complicated array of food processing equipment. KITCHENS The troopers enter. gaze intense. It's moving. grip their weapons tightly. her vision fixated like a rabbit blinded by headlights. moving past and aiming his light under a row of steel cabinets. She clutches a plastic food packet in one hand. RIPLEY'S P.. sending it CLANGING. In the other hand she grips the HEAD OF A LARGE DOLL. its top gnawed partway through.. CRASH. who steps forward. Ripley's hand almost reaches her. Just the head. a stainless steel labyrinth. lit by Hicks' pack-light. HICKS The other troops 72 Vasquez is scanning. She catches up to the group. It's all right. trembling visibly.fragile-looking as Dresden china.. Hicks' tracker beeps steadily. Something moves in the dark. RIPLEY (soothingly) Come on out. ON VASQUEZ pivoting smoothly to fire. Ripley half climbs the wall. toppling a rack of stockpots. Ripley moves toward her. Newt backs away.. She crouches beside him. Ripley shuffles forward in the dark. . They move forward.O.turn into the kitchens. Newt is pathetically emaciated. holding it by the hair.
Ripley's light falls on something amidst the debris.. She squirms into the duct without thinking. CHEAP JEWELRY. wriggling like a fish.. controlling her in a bear hug. she bites.. The kid struggles wildly. It is a NEST.MANAGER'S OFFICE sitting huddles in a chair. Ripley shines her light around in amazement.to keep her in sight... her tiny body barely fitting. Wadded up blankets and pillows line the space. her eyes track wildly and she flinches from unseen terrors. Hicks makes a grab. Ripley scrambles to follow. STUFFED ANIMALS. All foraged from the wrecked colony. She scrambles inside. We READ a dark nightmare world in her eyes. The girl reaches a ventilation duct set in the baseboard. He snaps his hand out a moment later. Ripley dives. Ripley marvels at the child's incredible adaptability. DOLLS. arms around her knees. Ow! Shit.. Ripley grabs her. Eyes wide.. even a battery operated TAPE PLAYER. A nest built by a child. mixed up with a haphazard array of TOYS. you're going to be all right now. VACANT STARE her lips are white and trembling. CLOSE ON NEWT'S TRAUMATIZED. dressed up and smiling. COMIC BOOKS. hands lashing out in a frenzy. Just ahead she sees Newt enter a dark space and slam a steel hatch. scuttling along beneath the cabinetry. and crawls in after her.. Newt is backed into a cul-de-sac in the tiny steel chamber.. a ribbon in her hair.. In his bulky armor Hicks knows he'll never make it into the tiny duct. Newt edges along the far wall and dives for the hatch. EMPTY FOOD PACKETS.ON NEWT . Crabbing frantically sideways. No scream. It's over.. its grille kicked out..The kid bolts like a shot. 73 . RIPLEY It's okay. In embossed gold letters underneath it says: FIRST GRADE CITIZENSHIP AWARD REBECCA JORDEN INT. HICKS Watchit. OPERATIONS . Ripley pushes the hatch open before the child can latch it.. it's okay.but silent. Newt goes limp. catching one tiny ankle.. like a cat at the vets. a FRAMED PHOTOGRAPH of Newt. it's okay.you're safe. the ability to functions even in this nightmarish environment. almost catatonic.
Through the window of the office. we SEE Gorman join Burke and Bishop at a computer terminal.. A little instant hot chocolate. The girl drinks mechanically. No response.) What's her name again? (o. GORMAN (o. Rebecca. Borderline malnutrition.s. Just start at the beginning.. Ripley kneels beside Newt. leaving only Ripley with Newt.. . maternal fashion. Gorman stands with a sigh of dismissal. She wraps the child's hands around the cup. DIETRICH (shrugs) Physically she's okay. Ripley enters. She unsnaps the bio-monitoring cuff. You RIPLEY (sharply) Gorman! Give it a rest would you. brushing the girl's unkempt hair out of her eyes in a gentle.) Rebecca. GORMAN Total brain-lock. try this. we're wasting our time. DIETRICH WIDER ANGLE REVEALING Gorman sitting in front of her while Dietrich watches the readouts from a BIO-MONITORING CUFF wrapped around Newt's tiny arm. out on the main floor of the operations room. Gorman and the others exit. Concentrate.Looking at a point in space.s. GORMAN Where are your parents? have to try. Raises it to her lips for her.. RIPLEY Here. but I don't think any permanent damage. carrying a coffee mug. GORMAN Now think. GORMAN Come on.
Newt gazes at her. INT. HUDSON If they're within twenty klicks we'll read it out here. TIGHT ON MONITOR SCREEN as an abstract of the main colony ground plan drifts across the screen. 74 . Searching. She sets the cup down and wipes the child's chin clean.there's a little girl under all this. his fingers dancing expertly. OPERATIONS The ground teams are gathered around a terminal in the computer center. And a pretty one at that. RIPLEY Uh oh..spilling down her chin.. OFFICE Ripley is washing Newt's tiny hands with a cloth. Newt's eyes seem to focus on her for the first time. Most people do a lot of talking and they wind up not saying very much.. Every adult colonist had one surgically implanted.zip. I made a clean spot here. Hudson has the CPU main computer on-line and reading out. Personal-Data Transmitters. RIPLEY Hard to believe. RIPLEY (soothing) Poor thing. pink skin emerging from black grime. BURKE (to Gorman) What's he scanning for? GORMAN PDT'S. You don't talk much do you? That's okay by me. Hudson bashes at the keyboard. Guess I'll just have to do the whole thing. She pours water from a squeeze bottle onto a small cloth and gently washes the little girl's face. Now I've done it. RIPLEY 75 Ripley smiles.. but so far. INT.
And who is this? Does she have a name? Newt glances at the disembodied doll. or break the spell. Like everybody. Feels like she's breathing on coals. Rebecca. chilled both by the ominous statement and by the situation which could have produced this outlook in a child. NEWT She's my only friend. Nobody calls me Rebecca except my dork brother. NEWT Ripley leans closer.. like the others. RIPLEY Well. . RIPLEY What did you say? NEWT Newt.and people call me Ripley. Newt it is then. Casey. The sound was incomprehensible. RIPLEY Pleased to meet you.. neutral. Ripley picks up her tiny limp hand.. You'll be dead and you'll leave me alone.I don't know how you managed to stay alive but you're one brave kid. N-newt. Ripley gazes at her.. not wanting to move or speak. Why not? RIPLEY NEWT Because you'll be gone soon. shaking it formally. My name's Ripley. NEWT I don't want you for a friend. still clutched in one filthy hand. Newt's voice is almost inaudible. Ripley grins inanely. My n-name's Newt. RIPLEY What about me? Newt's reply is flat.
I promise. I know they would. I won't leave you. even the ones seen and not imagined.RIPLEY Oh. INT. Newt. NEWT (with cold certainty) They're dead. She sobs as she clamps her arms around Ripley's neck. Her lower lip starts to tremble. staring at her knees. the darkest terrors. Alive? GORMAN 76 . OPERATIONS Everyone jumps as Hudson cries out triumphantly. It is a breakthrough. didn't they? Newt nods. RIPLEY NEWT And hope to die? Ripley smiles grimly at the inadvertently macabre expression. HUDSON Hah! Stop your grinnin' and drop your linen! Found 'em. You mom and dad went away like that. honey. Newt's eyes brim as she gazes at Ripley. hoping that this promise can be kept. can still be banished by a smile and a single promise.Newt. RIPLEY (quietly) And hope to die. RIPLEY Newt.. The sobs come in waves as Ripley rocks her. NEWT You promise? Cross my heart. And because she's a child. Ripley closes her eyes.. and her face slowly deforms into an abject mask. Look at me. RIPLEY (soothingly) They'd be here if they could. tears of suppresses terror and grief and hurt rolling down her face.
they ain't payin' us by the hour. let's go girls. PAN WITH THE APC TO REVEAL the massive structure. APC The troopers sit.sublevel 'C' under the south tower. The 'maze'? air ducts? RIPLEY You mean the 78 77 NEWT Yeah. more subdued now. NEWT I was the best at the game.. I knew the whole maze. Wierzbowski is in the saddle. Like a vast foundry the conical exhaust tower flickers with spectral light. But.TWILIGHT The APC roars across the stygian landscape. under the floor. EXT. In the walls. Ripley and Newt sit side by side just aft of the driver's cockpit. HICKS Looks like a Goddamn town meeting. I was the ace.. traversing the causeway which connects the colony to the ATMOSPHERE STATION a kilometer away. I could hide better than anybody. Over at the processing station. it looks like all of them. Behind it the drop-ship settles to the ground at the colony landing field. APONE Awright. TIGHT ON SCREEN showing an amoebalike cluster of flashing blue dots clumped tightly in one area. you know. RIPLEY You're really something. APC/STATION 79 . EXT.HUDSON Unknown. ace. ACHERON . swaying and bouncing in the heavily sprung vehicle. Ripley's gaze shifts out the windshield as the processing station looms ahead. GORMAN Let's saddle up. INT.
81 80 . Hulking techno-samurai. Among the refinerylike lattice of pipes and conduits something new and not of human design had been added. The plant thrums loudly. static) Forty meters in. What is it? HUDSON (voice over. Below that is darkness. APC Huddles around the screens are Ripley. I only work here. GORMAN (to team) We're not making that out too well. The THRUM of functioning machine systems echoes through the labyrinth. static) You tell me. backlit by its lights. Newt squeezes in from behind. the troopers cast long shadows. but made of some strange encrusted substance. Gorman is doing his video wizard bit. COMPLEX The group stands before a bizarre tableau. Or a Dantean version of one. It vaguely resembles the chambered nests of swallows on a much larger scale. and it attenuates so gradually into the original hardware that it is hard to see where one ends and the other begins. extending from and crudely imitating the complex of plumbing. INT. It is a structure of some sort. its functioning seemingly not impaired. static) B-Level. The thrumming of machines grows louder as they descend. INT. The troopers start down the open rampway. Ramp on axial two-two. like an oil refinery. Deploying in front of the APC. They look ominous. catwalks and pipes. Burke and Gorman. Light filters down through several levels of steel mesh floor.The vast structure towers above the parked personnel carrier. Next one down. Access to sublevels. The alien structure seems to extend far back into the complex of machinery. GORMAN (voice over. The base of the station is a depthless maze of conduits and pressure vessels. GORMAN (voice over. dancing on the buttons.
's of the wall detail. The place seems almost alive.. you better go sit up front.O. HUDSON 85 . ALIEN STRUCTURE Steam swirls around them as the troopers move deeper inside.REVEALING a bas-relief of detritus from the colony: furniture. The air is thick with STEAM... epoxylike substance.V. skulls. Go on.. GORMAN What is it? I don't know. APC They watch in various helmet-camera P.INT. playing their lights over the walls. RIPLEY And the colonists. FROST Hotter'n hell in here.When they were done with them... RIPLEY 82 GORMAN (to team) Proceed inside. human bones. INT.. wiring. Revealing a BIO-MECHANICAL LATTICE. GORMAN They ripped apart the colony for building materials.Fused together with a translucent.. INT. like the marrow of some vast bone. (turning) Newt. INT. (low) Oh God. DIETRICH (voice over. APC Ripley stares at the scene in dread fascination. ALIEN STRUCTURE They enter the organic labyrinth. RIPLEY 84 83 CLOSE ON VIDEO as it PAN SLOWLY. Trickling water. static) Looks like some sort of secreted resin.
INT. they'll rupture the cooling system. So.. GORMAN (impatient) So? So? BURKE We're talking thermonuclear explosion.. if your men have to use their weapons in there. BURKE (realizing) She's right. (into mike) Apone. We can't have any firing in there.. man? Harsh language? GORMAN (voice over. BURKE Yeah? Maybe the organisms like the heat. RIPLEY That's not what I mean.. RIPLEY They're right under the primary heat exchangers.Yeah. INT.but it's a dry heat. collect magazines from everybody. studying the graphic readout of the STATION GROUND PLAN.. ALIEN STRUCTURE The troopers look at each other in dismay. that's why they built. WIERZBOWSKI Is he fucking crazy? HUDSON What're we supposed to use. APC Ripley leans forward suddenly..then the fusion containment shuts down. Gorman. GORMAN Shit. static) 87 . GORMAN 86 RIPLEY So.
. I want APONE Pull 'em out. Let's go. Drake does the same.. Vasquez turns hers over reluctantly. COCOONS protrude from the niches and interstices of the structure. The bodies are frozen in carelessly twisted positions. brought here. perhaps the most "recent. LARGER CHAMBER The air is thick. to Hudson) I always keep this handy. . scanning. The three who are carrying them get out small incinerator units.s. as if exploded from within. ghost-white and drained. He opens a cylindrical sheath attached to his battle-harness. Vasquez slips a spare magazine from concealment and inserts it in her weapon. Macabre image of frozen agony. HUDSON Apone stops. Nothing. Skeletal.. Slides out an old style PUMP TWELVE-GAUGE with a sawed-off butt stock. Paralyzed. INT. Rip-cages burst outward.Flame-units only.. Hicks. Hicks hangs back in the shadows. APONE (o. He walks among the troopers. Lights flare. rifles slung. Zip. back us up. When Apone moves on. Many are disiccated. The WOMAN'S EYES SNAP OPEN. The colonists have been brought here and entombed alive.They seem to plead. his expression changing. For close encounter. Chambers a round. collecting the magazines from each one's weapon." A WOMAN. 88 GORMAN (voice over. Dietrich moves close to examine one of the figures. They face a wall of living horror. HICKS (low.) Let's move. entombed in living death as hosts for the embryos growing within then. very faint) Any movement? Hudson watches his tracker. The cocoon material is the same translucent epoxy.
ANGLE ON WALL as something begins to emerge. a glistening bio-mechanoid creature larger then a man. INT. the woman's chest EXPLODES in a gout of blood.. APC Ripley watches the woman. it had blended perfectly with the convoluted surface of fused bone. Visibility drops to zero. Lying dormant. APONE (with an edge) Talk to me.. Apone pulls the trigger.. HISSING VICIOUSLY. white knuckled. A SHRILL SCREECHING begins.. Flame thrower! APONE Move! 90 89 Frost hands it to him. Hudson. The sound of RETCHING comes over the general frequency. a sawing shriek of mindless agony. Suddenly.DIETRICH Sir! The woman's lips move feebly.kill me.. INT. like a siren made from fingernails on blackboards. INT. Movement! Position? HUDSON Can't lock up. A SMALL FANGED HEAD EMERGES.. She SCREAMS. COCOON CHAMBER The woman begins to convulse. HUDSON Uh. An orgy of purging fire. The troopers don't see it. Smoke from the burning cocoons quickly fills the confined space.God. Dimly glimpsed. WOMAN Please. APC Gorman is plating with the gain controls on the 91 HUDSON APONE . seems to be in front and behind. The cocoons vanish in the shimmering heat. Then the other troopers carrying flame throwers open fire.
Closing. What's going on? Ripley senses it coming. terrifying and inevitable.monitors. VASQUEZ Let's rock. her flamethrower held tightly. COCOON CHAMBER .. Dimly glimpsed. GORMAN (voice over. All round. people! APONE Looks sharp 92 Dark. static) Who's firing? I ordered a hold fire. Go to infrared.glints of slime. Bonelike. A nightmarish silhouette materializes out of the smoke behind her! It strikes like lightning. RIPLEY (low) Pull you team out. INT. lighting up the smoke like welders' arcs. APC Ripley watches Frost's monitor go black. the images bobbing and panning confusedly. SEIZES HER. His bio-readouts flatten. tubelike shapes shift. Apone spins as the double SCREAM. Dietrich turns to retreat. She fires reflexively. They OPEN UP simultaneously. becoming emerging ALIENS. The jet of flame engulfs Frost nearby. The other screens show glimpses of shimmering infrared silhouettes of the aliens. INT. wild. Apone. like a wave at night. INT. COCOON CHAMBER Vasquez nods to Drake with grim satisfaction. dammit! 94 Can't see anything 93 . Gorman. GORMAN We can't see anything back here. Silhouettes. HUDSON Multiple signals. in the think smoke.. The squad members snap down their image-intersifier visors.TIGHT ON SEVERAL WALLS AND CEILING NICHES as they come alive.
Confused. Gulping for air like a grouper.behind you.Apone. APC The battle of phantoms unfolds on the video screens.Vasquez rips off her headset.. She is riveted to the targetting screen. moving ferret-quick in a pivoting dance. COCOON CHAMBER 96 . FLASH-CRACK! An alien SCREECH from the darkness. Ripley flinches as another scream comes over the open frequency.. HUDSON (voice over) Let's get the fuck out of here! HICKS (voice over) Not that tunnel. How could the situation have unravelled so fast? RIPLEY (to Gorman) GET THEM OUT OF THERE! IT NOW! Shut up. heavy static) Say again? All after incinerators? Ripley watches it fall apart. INT. Wierzbowski's monitor breaks up.. Thunder and lightning. APONE (voice over. Voices blend and overlap. Fucking move... over.. I want you to lay down a suppressing fire with the incinerators and fall back by squads to the APC.. GORMAN Uh. the other one! CROWE (voice over) You sure? Watch it. INT. will you! Gorman is ashen. Flat line. GORMAN Just shut up! 95 DO CRASH! Crowe's telemetry cuts off like the plug was pulled. GORMAN I said. Better than sex for her. His life signs plummet.
INT.Apone adjusts his headset. off. Total brain-lock. Scoring points in her own private video game. GORMAN (voice over. RIPLEY . uncertain. she's furious. is laying down a horrendous field of fire. RIPLEY (viciously) They're but off! Do something! But he's gone.. firing mechanically in controlled bursts. GORMAN (distantly) I told them to fall back. Almost blows Hudson's head A SCREAM.. Vasquez. Strobe-bright flashes sear the darkness.. Right! the heat exchanger! Fuck He FIRES.lay down (garbled) . APONE Dietrich? Crowe? Sound off! Wierzbowski? Nothing. looking truly terrified.. APC Apone's monitor SPINS CRAZILY AND GOES DARK. nearby... He spins.(garbled) Gorman's voice breaks up completely. 97 TIGHT ON RIPLEY as she struggles with a decision. Hicks whirls.by squads to. static) . She pivots. Right. WHAM! She fires "at" him.. APONE Yeah.. Hudson slaps it home...of what she knows she's about to do.. Shouldering past a paralyzed Gorman she runs up the aisle of the APC. She's terrified. Apone whirls. But more than that. catapulted backwards by Vasquez' blast. HUDSON (freaked) We're getting juked! We're gonna die in here! Apone hands him a magazine..to see a nightmarish figure right behind him. She SPINS as Hicks approached laterally.
INT. appears out of the smoke. EXT. GORMAN Ripley. put your seatbelt on! Ripley jumps into the driver's seat of the APC.. slams the buckles cutting loose his smart-gun harness. abandoning his command center. APC Ripley sees smoke pouring out of the complex ahead as she slides sideways onto the descending rampway. and unslings a flame thrower. She homes on the flash of weapons fire ahead. COCOON CHAMBER The APC crashes inside. Siren. spinning the machine in a roaring pivot.(in passing) Newt. The flash lights up the hideous inhuman grin. massive machine leaps forward. leaps in after him and drags Vasquez inside. hysterical. She sees a DARK SHAPE lunge toward Drake. eating into him like a hot knife through butter. Strobe-beacon. The APC pulls up broadside and Burke gets the crew-door open. supporting a limping Hudson. Gorman lunges forward along the aisle.? She slams the tractor into gear. Hicks pushes Hudson inside. Drake and Vasquez back out of the dense mist. INT. a deep breath. A spray of BRIGHT YELLOW ACID slashes across Drake's face and chest. She slams the left and right drive-wheel actuators viciously. INT. Clean body hit. APC as the drive-wheels spin on the wet ground. reflexively triggering his flame 101 Burke pulls him off. GORMAN (shrill) What are you doing? Turn around! That's an order! He claws at her. prone. Hicks. She fires one burst. ALIEN STRUCTURE The APC roars down into the smoky structure. what the hell. He drops in boiling smoke. Ripley hits the floodlights. tearing away outcroppings of alien-encrustation. massive gear and all. blowing open the thing's thorax. firing as they fall back. showering debris.. Starts slapping switches. 100 The 99 98 Takes . Drake goes empty.
They slide the door home and dog it tight. he's VASQUEZ (irrational) No. its hideous mouth opening. eyes wide. Tears free. Hicks yells at a paralyzed Gorman. pivoting the massive machine. The APC bellows backward up the ramp. He's gone! gone! HICKS Forget it.thrower.. trying to put out the fire. Hicks gets the door almost closed. Against the combined efforts of Hicks. An alien head wedges through the opening. He's -Burke and Hudson help him drag her from the door. INT. the deck. EXT. INT. Ripley works the shifters. Drake! VASQUEZ He's down! 102 Hicks screams right in her face. HICKS (to Ripley) Let's go! Ripley jams reverse. APC Vasquez rolls aside as a gout of napalm shoots through the crew-door./EXT. Newt screams. Suddenly CLAWS appear at the edge. hits Hudson on the arm. APC The armored vehicle roars backward up the ramp. dragging her inside. Hudson disappears under a pile of equipment as a storage rack breaks free. No. Pandemonium. Nails the throttle. Hicks jams his shoulder against the latching lever and frees one hand to raise his 12-gauge. setting the interior on fire. Burke and Vasquez the door is being SLOWLY WRENCHED OPEN FROM OUTSIDE. he's not. clawing out the opening. Slams into a mass of conduit. engulfing the back half of the APC. He shrieks. HICKS Get on the Goddamn door! Gorman backs away. APC 104103 . Everybody's shouting. The jet of liquid fire arcs around as he falls. its shattered head fountaining acid blood. Hicks is rolling the door closed when Vasquez lunges. The spray eats into the door. He stops her. And Hicks jams his SHOTGUN MUZZLE between its jaws and pulls the trigger! BLAM! The creature is flung backward.
Office furniture and splintered wall sections are strewn in the APC's wake. The huge wheels lock. an alien arm arcs down. Its tail whips over. Her grip is white knuckled. broadsiding a control-room out-building.. The APC is a smoking. You're just grinding metal. The small hatch against which he was leaning is ripped away and SOMETHING snatches him out the opening He disappears to the waist with a shriek.lost in the darkness behind as the machine thunders onto the causeway and away from the station. A HALF-KILOMETER from the atmosphere processing station. Gorman has plastered himself against a wall. The creature flips off. clear. EXT. a 20mm chain-gun. The APC roars forward.105 Something lands on the roof with a metallic clang. and buries a four inch stinger in Gorman's shoulder. acid-scarred mess. swivels toward it in a curt arc. The APC rips away a section of catwalk and heads for clear air. Ripley fights the controls as the big machine slews.. Face to face once again with the same mind-numbing horror. HICKS Sounds like a blown transaxle. It rolls. legs kicking.. Hicks eases Ripley's hand back on the throttle lever. 106 . smashing over the abomination. scorpionlike. Ripley hits full throttle. slumped unconscious. Slams both sets of brakes with all her strength. On the roof the alien looks up as servo-motors whir. Gorman. its flank trailing fire like a comet. It smashes the windshield. landing in the headlights. Glistening. A sound like bolts dropped in a meat grinder is coming from the APC's rear end. Suddenly. She reacts instinctively. hideous jaws lunge inside. Hicks grabs a joy stick at the FIRE-CONTROL CONSOLE and turns it rapidly. Ripley recoils.we're clear. as far from the door as possible. We're The grinding clatter becomes deafening even as she slows the machine.. A latch lever behind his head turns. VOOM. tumbling. A remote control turret cannon. The alien clings to the roof. Ease up. HICKS It's okay. Its skeletal body is crushed under the massive wheels. right in front of Ripley's face.. is dragged back inside. pulling him out. APC The tractor limps to a halt.. The creature is blasted off the vehicle's armored back and tumbles away.
Hold it. you useless fuck! Hicks pushes her back. spins out of her seat into the aisle. now. Back off. but it's not the RIPLEY Where's Newt? her pants leg she looks down. hauling him up roughly. and looks terrified.. checking for a pulse. basket case catatonia of before. wan but stoic.. leave it! Ripley joins Hicks who is bent over Gorman. Burke tries to have a look at Hudson's arm. Newt? Feeling a tug at is wedged into a and a bulkhead. RIPLEY Looks like it stung him.. HUDSON Jesus. VASQUEZ (to Gorman) Wake up pendejo! I'm gonna kill you. Hudson is holding his arm and staring in stunned dismay at nothing. ready to pulp him with her other fist. He's alive. revealing a bloodless purple puncture wound. APC Ripley.. right Vasquez releases Gorman. HUDSON . HICKS I think he's paralyzed. HUDSON (jerking away) I'm all right.INT. RIPLEY You okay? Newt gives her a THUMBS-UP. Newt tiny space between the driver's seat She is trembling.Jesus.I don't believe it. 107 VASQUEZ He's fucking dead! She grabs Gorman by the collar. Right in her face. His head smacks the deck. still running on the adrenalin dynamo. HICKS Hold it. Ripley goes back to the others. Ripley opens Gorman's tunic. playing it all back in his mind.
and hits the controls to retract the ramp and close the doors.why not roll some canisters of CN-20 down there. Nerve gas the whole nest? HUDSON 110 109 108 . fluttering just at the edges of their minds..Hey.hey! Look.. COLONY . MED LAB Bishop is hunched over an occular probe doing a dissection of one of the dead parasites. he touches a small puddle of thick slime. and his voice echoes around the tiny metallic space and comes back to all of them as the near hysteria they all feel. Spunkmeyer enters with some electronics gear on a hand truck and parks it near Bishop's work table. He shrugs.DROP-SHIP Spunkmeyer emerges. pointing at the bio-function screens. APC ON VASQUEZ wired and intense. Ripley doesn't want it to be "I told you so" but Vasquez reads it that way.. his boot slips. This ain't happening. INT. As he nears the top of the ramp. INT... God. VASQUEZ All right. Right now they're being cocooned just like the others. SPUNKMEYER Need anything else? Bishop waves "no" without looking up. They turn to see Hudson at the MTOB monitors. man.skidding on something wet. Kneeling. RIPLEY You can't help them. Their signs are real low but they ain't dead! Hudson is pale. EXT. She turns away with a snap. HUDSON They must be like Gorman. Crowe and Dietrich aren't dead. crossing the Tarmac to the loading ramp of the ship. Ripley and Vasquez lock eyes. HUDSON (sagging) Oh. we can't blow the fuck out of them.. Jesus. panicky.
but we're dealing with changing scenarios here. Look. It's the only way to be sure. First. RIPLEY We had an agreement. but let's not make snap judgments.. this physical installation had a substantial dollar value attached to it -RIPLEY They can bill me.Look. let's just bug out and call it even. This thing is major. RIPLEY Why not? Burke senses the challenge in her tone and backpedals flawlessly into conciliatory mode. I mean. HUDSON Maybe you haven't been keeping up on current events. I know. bullshit. pal! Ripley faces Burke squarely and she's not pleased. How do we know it'll effect their biochemistry? I say we take off and nuke the entire site from orbit. We can't just arbitrarily exterminate them -RIPLEY Bullshit! Yeah. BURKE Well.I know this is an emotional moment. man. okay? RIPLEY (to Vasquez) No good.. BURKE Now hold on a second. What's second? BURKE This is clearly an important species we're dealing with here. He takes her aside Burke moves in. but we just got out asses kicked. Let's move cautiously. lowering his voice. Burke. from the others. Ripley. I mean . I'm not authorizing that action. VASQUEZ Watch us. I got a tab running. BURKE I know.
HICKS (coolly) None taken. snatched. this is a multimillion dollar operation.really major. static) Standing by. It's the only way to be sure. you copying? FERRO (voice over. HICKS Prep for dust-off. RIPLEY What rank? I believe Corporal Hicks has authority here. Ripley. Since you are the representative of the company who discovered this species your percentage will naturally be some serious. Burke looks like a kid whose toy has been . BURKE (hardening) Don't make me pull rank. We're gonna need an immediate evac. BURKE Look. Ripley stares at his like he's a particularly disagreeable fungus. serious money. (into mike) Ferro. You gotta go with its energy. He winks. He's just a grunt! (glances at Hicks) No offense. (to Burke) I think we'll take off and nuke the site from orbit. BURKE Corporal Hicks!? RIPLEY This operation is under military jurisdiction and Hicks is next in chain of command. Burke starts to lose it and it's not a pretty sight. RIPLEY You son of a bitch. Right? HICKS Looks that way. He can't make that kind of decision.
RIPLEY We're going home. not exactly aimed at Burke but not exactly aimed away either. Run! RIPLEY 114 She grabs Newt and sprints for cover as a tumbling . a Catherine wheel juggernaut. Ripley sits behind Newt. It arcs into the air. Hicks and Hudson have Gorman between them. The ship slews. which is clearly a write off.LANDSCAPE . EXT. Its main engines ROAR FULL ON and the craft accelerates toward them even as it loses altitude. FERRO (turning) Where the fu -Her eyes widen. honey. INT.STATION They watch in dismay as the approaching ship dips and VEERS WILDLY. bursting into flame. EXT. It skims the ground. then a whirl of motion and a truncated scream.BURKE This is absurd! You don't have the authority to -CLACK! The sound of a rifle bolt snapping home truncates his rant. It hits a ridge. and the others emerge into the wind. putting her arm around her. End of discussion. Thumps 113 112 111 The compartment door behind her slides slowly back. APC . Tumbles. Her expression is masklike. breaking up. EXT. APC The group is filing out of the personnel carrier. hovering above the complex like a huge insect. It's not Spunkmeyer. The throttle levers are slammed forward in the melee. her headset mike. Clips a rock formation. DROP-SHIP The ship rises through the spray thrown up by the downblast of the VTOL jets. They watch the ship roar in on its final approach. end over end. sideslipping. Vasquez has a pulse-rifle cradled. DROP-SHOP COCKPIT Ferro flicks the intercom switch several times. Spunkmeyer? FERRO Goddammit. Am impression of leering jaws which blur forward. its searchlights blazing.
right? RIPLEY I'm sorry. Now what the fuck are we supposed to do. What're we gonna do now? BURKE (annoyed) May be could build a fire and sing songs.NIGHT The wind howls mournfully around the metal buildings. NEWT We should get back. EXT. NEWT You don't have to be sorry. then. It HUDSON (kicking rocks) Just tell me what the fuck we're supposed to do now. but the little girl seems relatively calm. HUDSON (hysterical) Well that's great! That's just fucking great. Newt. A TREMENDOUS FIREBALL.. The remainder of the ground team watches their hopes of getting off the planet. man? We're in some real pretty shit now! HICKS Are you finished? (to Ripley) You okay? She nods.. 'cause it'll be dark soon.. engulfed in flames.AND CRASHES INTO THE STATION. Ripley follows Newt's look to the AP station looming in the twilight. like a stone. 115 . the burning drop-ship wreckage jammed into its basal structure. The drop-ship skips again. man. They come mostly at night. She shrugs with fatalistic acceptance. NEWT I guess we're not leaving. She can't disguise her stricken expression when she looks at Newt. There is a moment of stunned silence. and most of their superior fire power. wasn't your fault. Mostly.. reduced to flaming debris. CONTROL BLOCK .section of the ship's massive engine module slams into the APC and it explodes into twisted wreckage.
Now get on a terminal and call up some kind of floor plan file.. Just deal with it. RIPLEY How long after we're declared overdue can we expect a rescue? HICKS About seventeen days.because we need you and I'm tired of your bullshit.. electrical access tunnels. anything that shows the layout of this place.. Construction blueprints. man. 116 . He opens one of the scorched cases. I want to see air ducts. Hudson.. OPERATIONS The weary and demoralized group is gathered to take stock of their grim options.. We've got four pulse-rifles with about fifty rounds each.. packed in foam.. Not so good. one of several culled from the APC wreckage. they're going to come in here and get us. Hicks indicates their remaining inventory of weapons. we're not going to make it seventeen hours! Those things are going to come in here. just like they did before. INT. who salutes Hudson smartly. RIPLEY She survived longer than that with no weapons and no training. Vasquez and Hudson are just setting down a scorched and dented packing case. lying on a table. About fifteen M-40 grenades and two flame throwers less than half full. man. revealing a high-tech servo-actuated machine gun with optical sensing equipment. And We've got four of these robot-sentry units with scanners and display intact.dry and cold. Ripley indicates Newt. RIPLEY So you better just start dealing with it. HUDSON Man. subbasements. maintenance schematics. Every possible way into this wing.. HICKS This is all we could salvage.one damaged. long before.
So we put up welded barricades at these intersections. Ripley. HICKS We gotta figure on them getting into the complex. BISHOP I'll be in medical. let's move like we got a purpose. The first thing we do is put a remote sentry in the tunnel and seal that door. thankful for the direction.and seal these ducts here and here. Aye-firmative. HUDSON Yeah. He traces a finger along the abstract ground plan. Hicks nods approval of her handling of it. RIPLEY That's right.. OPERATIONS Burke. Newt hops from one foot to the other to see. Fine.Hudson gathers himself. HICKS Outstanding. I'd like to continue my analysis. here. Then they can only come at us from these two corridors and we create a free field of fire for the other two sentry units. right. RIPLEY This service tunnel is how they're moving back and forth. Then all we need's a deck of cards. it runs from the processing station right into the sublevel here.. HUDSON I'm on it. Hudson and Hicks are bent over a large HORIZONTAL VIDEOSCREEN. like an illuminated chart table. satisfied. There's a fire door at this end. RIPLEY All right. (pointing) . 117 . All right. Hicks contemplates her game plan and raises his hand. INT. RIPLEY You do that...
precaution. HUDSON Hudson here. Vasquez. know. SECOND LEVEL CORRIDOR Hicks pauses in his work. A and B sentries are in place and keyed. begins sealing the door to its frame. the wastebasket bounces once.Aye-firmative.SUBLEVEL A long straight service tunnel. lined with conduit. SERVICE TUNNEL . stacking it inside the operations center. He shrugs. HICKS Here. A braceletlike EMERGENCY LOCATING BEEPER. Vasquez and Hudson have finished setting up two of the robot sentry guns on tripods in the tunnel. seems to go on forever. showering sparks in the dark corridor. using a PORTABLE WELDING TORCH. HICKS (into mike) 119 118 Roger. VASQUEZ (shouting) Testing! She hurls a wastebasket down the tunnel. a little self-consciously.. Behind them Burke and Newt are moving back and forth with cartons of food on a hand truck. HICKS Just a.. The sentry guns swivel smoothly. into the automatic field of fire. They retreat behind a heavy steel FIRE DOOR which they roll closed on its track. We're sealing the tunnel.. put this on. He and Ripley are covering an air duct opening with a metal plate. welding it in place.and is riddled by two quick bursts of EXPLODING 10MM ROUNDS into dime-sized shrapnel. HUDSON NEWT (imitating Hudson) Aye-firmative! INT. Hicks sets down his welder and pulls a small object out of a belt pouch.. as Hudson paces nervously. You . Then I can locate you anywhere in the complex on this -He indicates a tiny TRACKER hooked to his battle harness. INT.
but she feigns cheerfulness. barely awake. strange equipment. of course.. RIPLEY (strapping it on) Thanks. Several metal cots have been set up.. An expectant hush. CONTROL BLOCK The wind has died utterly and in the even more eerie stillness a diffuse mist has rolled into shroud the complex.OPERATING ROOM Ripley carries an exhausted Newt through the inner connecting rooms of the medical wing.out of steam. RIPLEY Nothing bad in here. 122 121 120 .. CORRIDOR In the barricaded corridor sentry-gun "C" sits waiting. Everything looks underwater. equipment which is pushed into one corner. You're exhausted. NEWT I don't want to. MED LAB ANNEX .vaultlike metal walls. This obviously strikes a chord with Ripley. its "ARMED" light flashing green. Through a hole torn in the ceiling at the far end of the corridor the fog swirls in. displacing O.Ripley pauses for a moment. HUDSON Uh.I have scary dreams. what's next? She consults a printout of the floor plan. INT. empty. She reaches an OPERATING ROOM which is small but very high-tech . regarding him quizzically. RIPLEY I'll bet Casey doesn't have bad dreams. Ripley sets her on one of the cots and Newt lies down. RIPLEY Now you just lie here and have a nap. Visibility is low in the fog. Maybe you could just try to be like her. Water drips..R. It is.. INT. There is no movement. Newt is resting her head on Ripley's shoulder.. Ripley lifts the doll's head from Newt's tiny fingers and looks inside. EXT.
aren't there. She brushes damp hair back from the child's pale forehead.Ripley closes the doll's eyes and hands her back.they grow inside you? RIPLEY No. RIPLEY (quietly) Yes. She's seen that the world can be just as terrifying as her most primal child's nightmare if not more so. NEWT Isn't that how babies come? I mean people babies. NEWT My mommy always said there were no monsters." NEWT Ripley. That's the truth. it's different. But there are. Newt rolls her eyes as if to say "don't pull that five-year-old shit on me.she doesn't have bad dreams because she's just a piece of plastic. RIPLEY I don't know. I'm six.. Newt. NEWT Why do they tell little kids that? Newt's voice reveals her deep sense of betrayal. Newt.. and that's a lot worse than finding out there is no Santa. RIPLEY Sorry. honey. lady. some kids can't handle it like you can. RIPLEY Well. NEWT Did you ever have a baby? RIPLEY . Oh. there are. Ripley's expression becomes sober. NEWT Did one of those things grow inside her? Ripley begins pulling blankets up an tucking them in around her tiny body. No real ones...
I'll understand. Whattya think? Ripley gazes at her a long time before answering..I can see you on that camera right up there.. grabs her arm. Ripley unsnaps the TRACKER BRACELET given to her by Hicks and puts it on Newt's tiny wrist. She She turns. She switches off the light and starts to rise. cinching it down. Take is for luck. switches it on. It HUMS and emits a cozy orange glow. a conflict between the urge to crush the child to her in a forever hug and the knowledge that neither of them may see another dawn. The space heater hums . Let's talk about it later. Now go to sleep. Newt looks at the VIDEO SECURITY CAMERA above the door.Yes. Don't go! NEWT Please. reaching for a PORTABLE SPACE HEATER sitting nearby. Newt RIPLEY I'll be right in the other room. Just for a while. NEWT Where is she? Gone. Newt. You can try it and if you don't like it. I was just thinking. it's okay.. Ripley walks away and Newt rolls on her side. Maybe I could do you a favor and fill in for her. RIPLEY (quietly) NEWT You mean dead. hugging Casey and gazing at the hypnotically pulsing function light on the bracelet. and slides it closer to the bed. RIPLEY Here. No big deal.. It's more statement than question.. NEWT Ripley.. And look. A plaintive voice in the dark. A little girl...and don't dream. Ripley nods slowly. RIPLEY I think it's not the worst idea I've heard all day.
but with the eyes tracking erratically. He should wake up soon. MED LAB ECU Gorman.so where are all the eggs coming from.. the light of a single gooseneck lamp giving his features a macabre cast. RIPLEY Which would mean lots of those parasites. RIPLEY Now let me get this straight. a queen. Bishop looks up from his instruments nearby. The only sign of life... BISHOP I've isolated a neuro-muscular toxin responsible for the paralysis. 123 RIPLEY But these things come from eggs. It seems to be metabolizing. cocooned them to be hosts for more of those.. An ant of termite colony. RIPLEY You're saying one of those things lays all the eggs? . Ripley points at the stasis cylinders containing the face-hugger specimens. his eyelids slitted open like those of a corpse. is ruled by a single female. carried them over there. INT. BISHOP That is the question of the hour.comfortingly.over a hundred at least. BISHOP That follows. The aliens paralyzed the colonists. who is lying motionless on an examining table. Yes.. We could assume a parallel to certain insect forms who have hivelike organization. RIPLEY (voice over) How is he? Ripley stands over the Lieutenant. for example.. which is the source of new eggs. right? One for each person.
. Set up for life. She slaps the intercom switch. Burke have instructions that they were to be kept alive in stasis for return to the company labs. Now. She is the center of their lives. Ripley feels the fabric of her self-restraint tearing.. RIPLEY (rising) I want those specimens destroyed as soon as you're done with them. BURKE Those specimens are worth millions to the bio-weapons division. pulsing malevolently in their cylinders. Ripley and Burke have squared off. of course.but she did choose to incubate her eggs in the one spot where we couldn't destroy her without destroying ourselves.. MED LAB ANNEX In a small observation chamber separated from the med lab by a glass partition.. RIPLEY Could it be intelligent? BISHOP Hard to say. RIPLEY You just try getting a dangerous RIPLEY 124 . It is fed and tended by drone workers. Ripley ponders the ramifications of Bishop's analysis. That's if she exists. BISHOP Mr. A termite queen's abdomen is so bloated with eggs that it can't move at all. defended by the warriors. It may have been blind instinct. He was very specific.BISHOP Well. if you're smart we can both come out of this heroes. You understand? Bishop glances at the creatures. Burke! INT.attraction to the heat of whatever. quite literally the mother of their society. the queen is always physically larger then the others.
now that the frustration and rage finally have a target to focus on. RIPLEY But they will know about it. they're going to nail your hide to the shed. and looks at him with utter loathing. Look. .organism past ICC quarantine. shaking.. directive dates six-twelve-seventy-nine. He shrugs. I just checked the colony log. Section 22350 of the Commerce Code. Burke. Then no exclusive rights. wait a second -RIPLEY (stepping on him) You sent them to that ship. Just like they'll know how you were responsible for the deaths of one hundred and fifty-seven colonists here -BURKE Now. Ripley. maybe the thing didn't even exist. Ripley's fury is peaking. Signed Burke. From me. nothing.. and I'll be there when they do. her hands gripping his collar. Why didn't you warn them? BURKE Look. dismissive. as if the depths of human greed are a far more horrific revelation than any alien. Carter J. Burke! Well.. right? And if I'd made it a major security situation.. they can't impound it if they don't know about it. She slams him against the wall. She steps back. BURKE You've been doing your homework. Ripley snaps. BURKE It was a bad call. his manner blase. that's all. the Administration would've stepped in. RIPLEY You sent them out there and you didn't even warn them. Burke. RIPLEY Bad call? These people are fucking dead. surprising herself and him. BURKE (sadly) I expected more of you.
Their barrels are overheating. Look at those ammo counters go. Their separate bursts overlap in an irregular rhythm. Five. Hicks slaps a switch. still swiveling to track targets it can't fire upon. TWO RED LIGHTS on the tactical display light up simultaneously with an echoing crash of gunfire which vibrates the floor. HICKS B gun's dry. his mind a whirl of options. echoing through the complex. 128 127 . It's a shooting gallery down there.I thought you would be smarter than this. HICKS They're in 126 125 The TRILLING of the motion sensor remains. One CLICKS empty and sits smoking. They're coming. INT. That's it. OPERATIONS The digital counter on B gun reads zero. INT. OPERATIONS Ripley double-times it to Hicks' TACTICAL CONSOLE where Hudson and Vasquez have already gathered. CORRIDOR Ripley is walking toward operations when a STRIDENT ALARM begins to sound. the tunnel. INT. killing the alarm. HUDSON They must be wall to wall in there. HICKS Guns A and B. SILENCE. INT. SERVICE TUNNEL . RIPLEY Sorry to disappoint you. She turns away and strides out.TIGHT ON RSS GUNS blasting stroboscopically in the tunnels. glowing cherry red. The door closes. The RSS guns pound away. speeding up. Ten. A counter on the display counts down the number of rounds fired. Tracking and firing on multiple targets. Burke stares after her. Then a GONGLIKE BOOMING echoes eerily up from sublevel. Twenty on A. She breaks into a run.
man! . HUDSON Oh. Now I'm gonna buy it on this fuckin' rock. Mixed with the echoing crash-clang is a nerve-wrecking SCREECH of claws on steel. HUDSON Man. man. BISHOP See it? Emergency 129 RIPLEY How long until it blows? BISHOP I'm projecting total systems failure in a little under four hours. jets upward from the complex at the base of the cone. And I was gettin' short. HUDSON Well. startling them.MINUTES LATER Everyone. OPERATIONS . HICKS We got problems. The blast radius will be about thirty kilometers. Do you believe this? RIPLEY And it's too late to shut it down? BISHOP I'm afraid so. that's a switch. The crash did too much damage. listen to that. intently watching the AP station which is a dim silhouette in the mist. HUDSON I don't fucking believe this. That's it. venting. The overload is inevitable. I'm afraid I have some bad news.RIPLEY They're at the fire door. at this point. BISHOP (voice over) Bishop here. INT. is crowded at the window. including Bishop. It ain't half fair. too! Four more weeks and out. like an acetylene torch. Suddenly a column of flame. About equal to ten megatons. The BOOMING INCREASES in volume and ferocity. The intercom buzzes.
No way. They watch as another gas jet lights up the fog-shrouded landscape. somehow. RIPLEY (pacing) I don't care how! Think of a way. RIPLEY . Think of what? HUDSON We're fucked. BISHOP (quietly) I'll go. HUDSON Oh. How? APC. Think of something. RIPLEY Well then somebody's just going to have to go out there. The hard wiring between here and there was severed in the fighting. RIPLEY (to Hicks) We need the other drop-ship. her mind spinning out options. Why can't we use that? BISHOP I checked. grim solutions. right! Right! With those things running around. I'd prefer not to.VASQUEZ Hudson. I may be synthetic but I'm not stupid. What? RIPLEY BISHOP I'm really the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway. HUDSON The transmitter was on the It's wasted. Believe me. The on one the Sulaco. RIPLEY What about the colony transmitter? That up-link tower down at the other end. Ripley is wound up like a dynamo. give us a break. Take a portable terminal and go out there and plug in manually. We have to bring it down on remote.
Say. HICKS Well. Ahead of him the conduit dwindles straight to seeming infinity. you need? Listen.All right. INT. BISHOP (cheerfully) See you soon. Bishop lying in the opening. Nothing. Let's get on it. The diameter of the conduit is barely larger than the width of his shoulders. they're into the complex. INT. Vasquez slides a metal plate over the hole and begins spot welding it in place. One hundred eighty meters. She then hands him a small satchel containing tools and assorted patch cables. Ripley looks at her watch. Like being in the bore of a very long Howitzer. He sighs fatalistically and squirms forward. HICKS (voice over) 132 131 You 130 . They listen. INT. then about fifty minutes flight time. What'll VASQUEZ It's stopped. forty minutes to crawl down there. pushing the equipment along ahead of him with a scraping rhythm. BISHOP This duct runs almost to the up-link assembly. She squirms into the shaft. An instant later comes the HIGH-PITCHED TRILLING of a motion-sensor alarm. better get going. RIPLEY It's going to be closer. reaches up to graph the portable terminal as Ripley hands it down to him. Thirty minutes to prep the ship. CONDUIT Bishop looks back as the welder seals him in. He pushes it into the constricted shaft ahead of him. MED LAB One of the acid holes from the colonists' siege has yielded access to subfloor conduits. One hour to patch in and align the antenna. MED LAB Ripley jumps as an ALARM suddenly blares through the complex. a service pistol and a small cutting torch. Hicks looks at the tactical board.
and sprints for Operations with Vasquez. dim glows in the mist. An inhuman SHRILL SCREECHING is audible between bursts of fire. scattered at the edge of visibility. HICKS But look. The flashes of the sentry guns flare out the sensitive video. The sound of SENTRY GUNS opening up in staccato bursts echoes from close by. Small fires burn.. The motion sensor TONE shuts off. The moment stretches. HICKS Newt time then can walk right up and knock. Now many? RIPLEY 133 HICKS Can't tell. but impressions of figures moving in the smoky corridor are occasionally visible. However. HICKS Twenty meters and closing. and pieces of twisted shapes. They retreated. OPERATIONS Ripley runs to the tactical console where Hicks is mesmerized by the images from the surveillance cameras. nothing emerges from the wall of smoke.They're in the approach corridor. them. unslinging a FLAMETHROWER from her shoulder in one motion. INT. It's out. C and D guns down about fifty percent. Ripley jumps up. RIPLEY The guns stopped Everyone exhales slowly. Ten. RIPLEY . driving streamers of tracer fire into the swirling mist. There are black and twisted shapes. Less than a second's worth of firing. Then the firing from the remaining guns stop abruptly. The robot sentries hammer away. RIPLEY (into mike) On my way. The digital counters for the two sentry guns read "0" and "10" respectively. The video image is a swirling wall of smoke. Fifteen. D gun's down to twenty. Lots.. The digital readout whirl through descending numbers. Yeah.
But there is an irrational promise of security in its lethal cold steel lines. (grimly) They'll get us. over and under with a 30mm pump-action grenade launcher. HUDSON Maybe we got 'em demoralized. When she answers. You'll take care of it won't you. I know we're all in strung out shape but stay frosty and alert. draining it in one gulp. her voice seems distant. I'm not going to wind up like those others. drops out the magazine and hands it to her. Ripley hefts the weapon. The two troopers nod and head for the corridor. That'll take them awhile. I'd like to introduce you to a close personal friend of mine. It is heavy and awkward. We've got to stop any entries before they get out of hand. I'll do us both. Ripley sighs and picks up a cup of cold coffee. HICKS (to Vasquez and Hudson) I want you two walking the perimeter. She raises it clumsily. He picks up his pulse-rifle and with the casually precise movements of long practice he snaps open the bolt. HICKS How long since you slept? Twenty-four hours? Ripley shrugs. RIPLEY HICKS Maybe not. Maybe. They're probably looking for other ways to get in. drained by the nerve-wracking tension. detached. Let's see that it doesn't Here. HICKS M-41A 10mm pulse-rifle. RIPLEY . it if comes to that? HICKS If it comes to that. to at least the sense that she will be in some greater measure the master of her own fate. She seems soul weary.But they don't know that. RIPLEY Hicks.
you started this. OPERATIONS 135 134 Ripley has the stock of the M-41A snugged up to her cheek and is awkwardly trying to keep up with Hicks' instructions. When the counter here heads zero. What's this? RIPLEY HICKS Well. Bishop flattens himself away from the opening and inches along. The pipe rings with his scraping advance. Now show me everything.O.you probably don't want to mess with that. not very smoothly. She indicates a stout TUBE underneath the slender pulse-rifle barrel. HIS P.. CLACK. It's intimate but that's the last thing on their minds. HICKS Just let it drop right out. Yeah. I can handle myself. SLAMMING against the steel with a vicious scraping SNAP. Her hands are trembling. It will kick some. HICKS I've noticed. CONDUIT Bishop is in claustrophobic limbo between two echoing infinities. Get the other one in quick. looking pale and strained. clattering on the floor.. as drooling jaws flash toward us. HICKS Just pull it in real right. Now.V. He glances at his watch. The Corporal is standing close behind her. that's the grenade launcher . RIPLEY Look.. positioning her arms. . hit this. INT..What do I do? INT. Just slap it in hard. it likes abuse. pull the bolt. He thumbs a button and the magazine drops out. He puts his eyes up to the acid-etched opening. HICKS You're ready again. Ripley repeats the action. He approaches an irregular hole which admits a tiny shaft of light.
I guess. where she left Newt. she slips her arms around her. Without waking the little girl. On a hunch she kneels down and peers under the bed. Gorman turns to see Vasquez staring at him with cold. Ripley rocks her gently.INT. right. GORMAN You still want to kill me? VASQUEZ (turning away) It won't be necessary. RIPLEY 136 She shoulders by him into the med lab. She cries out. Still clutching "Casey. Ripley becomes merely the larger of two children huddling together in the darkness under their bed. Forget it. MED LAB . INT. looking weak but sound." Ripley stares at Newt's tiny face. fast asleep.R. there. It's all 139 138 137 EXT. passing through the annex to the small O. I.. Entering the darkened chamber. INT. Burke is right behind him. the M-41A. Newt is nowhere to be seen. jammed as far back as she can get. Ripley lays the rifle on top of the cot and crawls carefully underneath. Look.O. RIPLEY How do you feel? GORMAN All right. a vague inarticulate plea. Gorman steps out of the door to the med lab.. Ripley looks around.R.. slitted eyes.ANNEX Ripley crosses the deserted lab. There.. Newt is curled up there.VIEW OF AP STATION A VIEW OF the processing station from the colony landing . MED LAB . Newt's face contorts with the externalization of some tormented dreamscape. Up-LINK TOWER . One hell of a hangover. Ripley. CORRIDOR DOLLYING WITH Ripley walking down the corridor. now carrying the newfound friend. RIPLEY Sssshh. so angelic despite the demons that have chased her through her dreams and the reality between dreams.
assessing the situation. They are both EMPTY.IN ORBIT The drop bay is empty and silent.. BISHOP (to himself) Now. OPERATING ROOM . wake up. Attention... Across the room. just inside the door to the med lab.platform.. Unable to move or breathe. He punches a key marked "ENABLE. FEMALE VOICE Attention.G.. His jacket is draped over the keyboard and monitor unit to protect it from the elements and he is typing frenetically. Several systems of high pressure conduits at the base of the conical tower are actually glowing dull red with heat in the darkness. A recorded announcement echoes across the huge chamber. She gently disengages herself from Newt and is about to crawl out from beneath the cot when she sees something and FREEZES. Drop-ship two moves out on its overhead track and is lowered into the drop bay fro launch-prep. High voltage discharges arc around the upper latticework. Automatic fueling operations have begun. He has a TEST-BAY PANEL open and the portable terminal patched in. TWO STASIS CYLINDERS.? RIPLEY 141 140 Newt. an hour has passed. F. INT. with the remaining ship brooding in the shadows. A rising wind is clearing out the low fog and the silhouette of the station grows sharper. hunched against the wind at the base of the telemetry tower.the inescapable certainty of a lethal presence. Service booms and fueling couplers move in automatically around the hull. Please extinguish all smoking materials. RIPLEY (whispers) Newt. Hydraulics whine to life.. SULACO CARGO LOCK . NEWT Where are.TIGHT ON RIPLEY . and the suspension fields are switched off. A KLAXON sounds and rotating clearance lights come on.. she looks around frantically. lighting the blighted landscape with irregular glaring flashes.? .. She checks her watch. if I did it right. PAN ONTO BISHOP. Wah. are two innocuous but nonetheless chilling objects. Their tops are hinged open. Ripley feels a slow upwelling wave of terror rise through her in that silent frozen moment.." INT..MED LAB as she awakens with a start.
RIPLEY . When the space is wide enough she cautiously slides herself up between the wall and the edge of the cot. Ripley heaves Newt across the polished floor and in a frenzied scramble rolls from beneath the cot.hey! She pounds on the window. reaching for the rifle she left lying on top of the mattress. She steps in front of the video surveillance camera and waves her arms in a circle. pinning the creature inches above her face. She tries the lights. She snaps her head around. Don't move. Its legs and tail writhe with incredible ferocity and it emits a demented. The creature scuttles from beneath the bed and disappears under a back of cabinets in a blur. legs moving lightning fast. Ripley hugs Newt close and heads toward the door.. glancing frantically over her shoulder. gasping. Newt starts to whimper. Nothing. trapping the creature underneath. now wide awake. Reflexively she slams the bed against the wall. Through the double thickness window we can SEE that the lab is dark and empty. for example. hearing a loathsome scrabbling behind her. Hits the wall switch. Ripley reaches up and. Ripley whirls. We're in Newt nods. The acoustically dampened door panel thunks dully. They back away. RIPLEY (shouting) Hey. Nothing happens. They listen in the darkness for the slightest betrayal of movement. The bare floor behind her is like a screaming threat. moving as if every object in the room had a million volts running through it. Disabled from outside. clutching the springs of the underside of the cot. piercing SQUEAL.(whispers) Sssh. A SCUTTLING SHAPE LEAPS TOWARD HER from the foot of the bed! She ducks with a startled cry.. begins to inch it away from the wall. Here yes clear the edge of the bed. She flips it over. The scrabble of multiple legs across the polished floor. She reaches the door. There is only the droning HUM of the little space heater. The SQUEAL OF METAL as the legs scrape across the floor is jarringly loud in the stillness. trouble. feeding off her fear. The rifle is GONE. Ripley's eyes flash around the shadowed room where every corner of space between equipment holds lethal promise. The obscene thing hits the wall above her. She moves to the observation window. She pounds on the door.
She tries again. INT. Gets an idea. NEWT Mommy.Hicks! Hicks! 142 INT. NEWT Mommy. (turning) He's at the up-link tower.I mean. BURKE 143 . The light spins across the room. Ripley steadies herself. Like an indicator of her growing panic. studying the room. showing her futile efforts. WIDER ANGLE as Burke straightens casually from the console.mommmyyyyy. She fumbles through a clutter of equipment on a counter next to her and finds a SMALL EXAMINATION LIGHT. realizing Newt's terror and the child's dependence on her.. Ripley turns. There is no sound. ot thinks she hears.. Ripley's image vanishes. OPERATING ROOM Ripley picks up a steel chair and slams it against the observation window. the chair hitting with a dull THWACK barely audible through the double thickness pressure port.. Newt starts a thin. Check back when you've activated the ship. (calmly) Excellent.TIGHT ON VIDEO MONITOR showing Ripley waving her arms. Holds on something.. Hicks is talking via headset with Bishop and hasn't noticed Ripley's plight or Burke's action. HICKS (into mike) Roger. Tall assemblies of surgical and anaethesiology equipment loom in the dark. OPERATIONS . movements. swiveling and bobbing frantically.. REVERSE ANGLE from the med lab side. She hears. Moving cautiously she boosts Newt up onto the SURGICAL TABLE in the center of the room and clambers up after her. She removes her lighter from a jacket pocket and picks up some papers from the counter. A hand ENTERS FRAME and switches off the monitor. high wailing.. It bounces back from the high-impact material.I'm scared. She plays the beam across the ceiling. a surreal pantomime.. Snapping it on she plays the beam over the walls. Ripley..
Ripley has both hands up. backing away. Newt screams abjectly. splashing to the floor. honey. The desk jumps and shudders against all the pressure her tiny body can bring to bear on it. spraying the room from several sources with water. The thing's tail whips around her throat and begins to tighten. He bolts for the door. right behind her. She is eye level with a complex surgical MULTILIGHT. She sees it and. INT. She wails between gritted teeth as the second creature gets one leg free. clings for a moment. Looks away. Hudson. pulling equipment over on top of herself. finally identifying its source among the lights flashing on his board. then leaps back as if driven by a steel spring. jams the desk against the wall. RIPLEY Me too. Ripley lights the papers and holds the flaming mass under the temperature sensor of a fire control system SPRINKLER HEAD. It triggers. She looks into its tangle of arms and cables. Water streams over her. In a blurr of multijointed legs the creature scuttles up her body. wiping water out of her eyes. OPERATING ROOM Ripley and Newt are drenched as the sprinklers continue to drizzle in the darkness. Squeezing 145 144 . ANGLE ON NEWT as crablike legs appear from behind the desk. Ripley thrashes about. her hair plastered to her face.I know. It slams against a wall of cabinets. An ALARM sounds throughout the complex. Her eyes snap back. masking all other sound. inches away. She tears at it. Ripley scans the room with her light. blinding her and making it impossible to get a grip on the creature's body. meet me in medical! We got a fire! INT. until she is pressed up against a desk in one corner. She SCREAMS and topples off the table. Newt shrieks and scrambles away as Ripley hurls the CHITTERING creature off of her. HICKS Vasquez. clawing across the floor in a frenzy of motion. It moves like lightning toward her head. yelling into his headset as he moves. pinning the writhing thing. into her eyes. OPERATIONS Hicks jumps at the sound of the alarm. but it is incredibly powerful for its size. forcing the pulsing body back from her face. Ripley scrambles desperately. then another and another. thinking fast. knocking over equipment. sending instruments CLATTERING. The SIREN hoots maniacally. SOMETHING LEAPS AT HER FACE. forcing the underside of its body close to her. avoiding her fumbling hands.
it was Burke. He hits rolling. Hudson leaps into the room. flings Newt away from the desk to go skidding across the wet floor. RIPLEY (coughing) Burke. He steps back. It scrabbles upright in an instant and leaps back toward them. Point-blank. Hick's eyes appear.ANGLE ON HUDSON looking decidedly stressed-out. and slides across to Ripley. a silhouette behind the misted-over glass. All of them grip the struggling. tightly. unwinding its writhing length like a boa constrictor coil from her throat. He gets his fingers around the thrashing legs of the vicious beast and pulls. The legs of the chittering thing claw at Ripley's head.. AIMED RIGHT AT CAMERA. OPERATIONS . gagging. maintaining an icy calm although beads of sweat betray intense concealed tension. SHRIEKING creature. Hicks sees the stasis cylinders.. WHAM! A burst of pulse-rifle fire shatters the tempered glass. and blasts the second creature against the wall. He grips his rifle 146 HICKS Ready? HUDSON HUDSON (intense) I say we grease this rat-fuck son of a bitch right now! THE GROUP is gathered around Burke who sits in a chair. his armor grinding through the shards. Acid and smoke. though Ripley is losing strength as the tail tightens sickeningly around her throat. getting a surer grip even as she whips her head from side to side. INT. Ripley collapses. WHAM! Hudson gets it clean. forcing itself between the arms she has crossed tightly over her face. Gorman appears at Ripley's side and grabs the tail... The obscene TUBULE extrudes wetly from the sheath on the creature's underside.itself inexorably onto the desk top. A hand wipes a clear spot. A figure appears at the observation window. The alarm and sprinklers shut off automatically. The corner! Do it! Hicks hurls the thing into the corner. Between the two of them they force is away from her face. Hicks dives into the crazed spider web pattern and explodes into the room in a shower of fragments. Only a few minutes have passes and everyone is still buzzed on .toward her.
You don't see them screwing each other over for a fucking percentage. a frail figure sitting nearby. Fuuuck! BURKE This is total paranoid delusion. Ripley stands in front of Burke..adrenaline. (to Burke) You're dogmeat. Burke.then nobody would know about the embryos we were carrying.and then frozen for the trip back at just the right time.whatever you call it. It's pitiful. as if the whole group is charged with high voltage. Burke tries to break Ripley's stare. every fiber of her being accusing him with absolute outrage. the rage giving way to a . I don't know which species is worse. (to Burke) No offense.. Ripley shakes her head. pal. It doesn't make any Goddamn sense. HICKS (pacing) I don't get it.. HICKS (serious) Let's waste him. Then he could jettison the bodies and make up any story he liked. Wait a minute. But if we were impregnated .. RIPLEY He wanted an alien. HUDSON He's dead. We and Newt. She is all but lost in an adult jacket someone has found for her. HICKS We'd know about it. RIPLEY (wearily) You know. and her still damp hair is plastered to her forehead and cheeks. Ripley glances at the little girl... which is like a diamond drill. hugging her knees and watching the proceedings with somber eyes. He can't. RIPLEY The only way it would work is if he sabotaged certain freezers on the trip back. only he couldn't get it back through quarantine.
sickened emptiness. ON HUDSON scanning the med lab and the nearby barrier. HUDSON What do you mean. RIPLEY Just find someplace to lock him up until it's time to -THE LIGHTS GO OUT. (to the others) Let's get some trackers going. He pans it around. Everyone stops in the sudden darkness. CORRIDOR The two troopers separate and move rapidly to the barriers at opposite ends of the control block. they cut the power? How could they cut the power. Gorman. It beep 147 HUDSON It's inside the complex. Everything is out. RIPLEY They cut the power. DOLLYING WITH VASQUEZ as she moves forward with feral steps in the darkness. man? They're animals. Hudson's tracker lights up. again. HUDSON . Video screens. INT. louder. VASQUEZ (voice over) You're just reading me. RIPLEY Stay close. Back down the corridor. Doors. Newt! Hudson and Vasquez pick up their scanners and move to the door. Vasquez has to slide it open manually on its track. Ripley picks up her rifle and thumbs off the safety. a faint signal. Hicks looks at the board. get moving. realizing instinctively it is a new escalation in the struggle. watch Burke. HUDSON There's something. RIPLEY (voice over) Anything? BEEP. Come on.
The tone continues through the SCENE. RIPLEY Hudson.. peering all around. CORRIDOR Fall 149 He Hudson backtracks nervously. looks stretched to the limit. its rhythm increasing. HUDSON This signal's weird. M-41A magazines. There's movement all over the place. VASQUEZ (cool) Hudson may be right."here we go." (low) It's game time. BEEP. No! It ain't you.. out. Flamethrowers. OPERATIONS Hudson joins Ripley and Hicks. counting down. She aims it behind her. Then again. INT. Stops. They're inside. a moment before Vasquez. back to Operations. The range display reads 150 HUDSON Range twenty meters. Hudson's tracker beeps. Vasquez? ANGLE ON VASQUEZ swinging her tracker and rifle together. Grenades. They're in here. They pull the door shut and lock it. INT. HICKS 148 RIPLEY Get back here. both of you..No. who are laying out their armament. RIPLEY (voice over) Just get back here! Hudson reaches the door to operations at a run. Inside the perimeter.. INT. stay cool. OPERATIONS Ripley and Hicks share a look. HUDSON Signal's clean. RIPLEY .. Movement! He pans the scanner.must be some interference or something..
Nine meters. HICKS Well you're not reading it right! . RIPLEY They learned. I don't know! She picks up Vasquez' scanner and aims it the same direction as Hudson's. Fifteen meters. Ten meters. HUDSON Eight. They cut the power and avoided the guns.(to Vasquez) Seal the door. HUDSON Seventeen meters. an acid hole in a duct. Something under the floors. something we missed. He hands one flamethrower to RIpley and begins priming the other himself. Sparks shower around Vasquez as she begins welding the door. Look! Ripley fiddles with her tracker. Man. HICKS We didn't miss anything. Vasquez. RIPLEY That's inside the room! HUDSON It's readin' right. how you doing? Vasquez is heedlessly showering herself with molten metal as she welds the door shut. Hudson's tracker is beeping like mad now. HUDSON Twelve meters. Can't be. as fast as their hearts. HUDSON RIPLEY I don't know. this is a big fucking signal. Working like a demon. Vasquez picks up a hand-welder and moves to comply. HICKS Let's get these things lit. adjusting the tuning. It lights with a muffled POP. Ripley's lights a moment later. RIPLEY They're right on us. not on the plans. They must have found another way in.
She feels a cold premonitory dread as she angles her tracker upward to the ceiling. Burke! RIPLEY Open the door! NEWT 153 . HE SLIDES IT CLOSED.Six meters. Lots of aliens. ON HICKS blasted by fear. raining debris. leaping quick as insects at times or gliding with powerful. Hudson opens fire. MED LAB CORRIDOR DOLLYING BEHIND HER as she sprints. clinging to the pipes and beams of the structural ceiling. It dawns on both of them at the same time. Ripley scoops up Newt and staggers back. THE CEILING EXPLODES. moving forward in the smoke from the flamethrower fires. HUDSON Five.. The tone gets louder. Moving in the beam of light are aliens. balletic grace. It's a meter behind him.V. Something moves. Hicks falls into the room just as the creatures detach en masse from the handholds. He shines his light inside. Ripley slams into the door. What the fu -- He looks at Ripley. INT. In the strobelike glare of the pulse-rifles we SEE flashes of aliens.. They are crawling like bats. Tries the latch. upside down. firing one handed with her flamethrower. Vasquez grabs Hicks. They move like nothing human. HICKS' P. the walls becoming a frenzied blur. IT LUNGES! He drops reflexively.he snaps the light around. almost overhead. Nightmare shapes drop into the room. They glisten hideously as they claw their way forward in silence. Ahead of her Burke clears the door to the med lab. Medical! RIPLEY Get to medical! 152 151 She dashes for the corridor. not touching the flimsy acoustic panels. Gorman turns to fire and Burke bolts for the only remaining exit. the claws raking across his armor... Hicks climbs onto a file cabinet and raises a panel of acoustic drop-ceiling. Newt screams. A soul-wrenching nightmare image. The inner sanctum is utterly violated. They cover the ceiling of the operations room. Hears it LOCK from the far side.O. the corridor connecting to the med lab. pulls him up.
Flinching against blast and glare she drills it POINT-BLANK with a BLINDING BURST that carries the M-41A's muzzle right up toward the ceiling. chambering a round.) Hold you fire! The troopers seem to materialize out of the smoke. Fires POINT-BLANK at a leaping silhouette. and clawed arms seize him lightning fast. Total pandemonium. Ripley's hands. Vasquez and Gorman make it to the med lab access corridor. She snaps the bolt back. slick with sweat. RIPLEY (indicating door) HICKS 154 Locked. Ripley sees through dissipating smoke the creature rising to advance again. Strobe flashes backlight the demented silhouette. Shaking. INT. He disappears into the subfloor crawlway. The creature HISSES. . SCREEEECH! The fire-control system has tripped. Newt begins to wail. HICKS (o. Newt covers her ears against the CONCUSSION. Ripley raises her rifle. blinded by the flash and deafened by the concussion. Hicks. Ripley is slammed against the door by the recoil. The safety is off. HUDSON (hysterical) Let's go! Let's go! HICKS Fuckin' A! Hudson screams as floor panels lift under him. FIRES. The magazine is full. CORRIDOR Stunned. The DIGITAL COUNTER. when she remembers. are trembling so much she almost drops the rifle. OPERATIONS Hicks looks up. Whips the stock to her shoulder. The thing is almost on her.s. Ripley checks the SAFETY. dragging him down. with sprinklers spraying the room and a mindless SIREN wailing. a graceful skeleton shape as lethal and inhuman as you can imagine. baring its teeth as it advances. INT. screeching insanely. filling the corridor. Another skeletal shape leaps on him from above. Panic screams in her brain. She squeezes the trigger. NOTHING HAPPENS.Look! Behind her an alien is moving down the corridor like a locomotive. FLASH-CRACK! A FLASHBULB GLIMPSE OF shrieking jaws as the silhouette is hurled back.
the explosion sounding gonglike through the metal. MED LAB ANNEX Vasquez slides the door almost closed. trying the far door. Hicks kicks the door open. almost paralyzed with fear. The door opens slowly. VASQUEZ Fire in the hole! She pumps a round up and fires. Another crash. Inhuman shapes enter the far end of the corridor. like oversize 12-guage shells. She slams the door home as the grenades detonate. Ripley sprints across the room. he crosses the chamber to the door leading to the main concourse. backs across the dark chamber. transfixed by his fate. It moves by itself. GORMAN You can't use those in here! Right. Burke has locked it as well. molten droplets flying. Newt grabs Ripley by the hand and across the room. Hicks switches his hand-torch from CUT to WELD and starts sealing the door they just passed through. She starts loading 30mm grenades into the launcher. His fingers reach for the latch. MED LAB ANNEX The door slightly tortured tugs her dimples with a clanging impact. The grenade EXPLODES and the blast almost knocks them down. HICKS (shouting at Vasquez) Thanks a lot! Now I can't hear shit. 158 157 156 She leads Ripley to an air vent set low in the wall and . Vasquez hands her flamethrower to Gorman and unslings her rifle. then fires three grenades rapid-fire through the gap. VASQUEZ (shouting) What? INT. hyperventilating with terror. We hear the BULLWHIP CRACK of a tail-stinger striking as we: CUT TO: INT. Gasping. MED LAB Burke. Hicks snaps the torch off his belt and cuts into the lock. Come on! NEWT This way. separating from its frame.Stand back. INT. ON BURKE his eyes wide. the squeal of steel.
almost unintelligible with interference. They approach an intersection.LANDING FIELD Bishop is huddled against the base of the telemetry mast. swinging it open. starts inside but Ripley pulls her back. I read you. followed by Hicks. Clear. static) Yes. I've got my hands full flying. over. There is a long pause then Bishop's VOICE. HICKS (into headset) Bishop.. over enunciating) The ship is on its way. Not very well.. Go right. BISHOP (yelling. She fires the flamethrower around the corner. as they pass side ducts covered by louvered grilles or vertical shafts going to higher or lower levels. comes over the radio. NEWT Ripley turns into a larger MAIN DUCT where there is enough room to crab-walk in a low crouch. which is a tight fit. the looks. The troopers' armor clatters in the confined space. EXT. the maze becoming a blur. Glancing back fearfully Newt pushes on Ripley's butt as they crawl rapidly through the shaft. Gorman and Vasquez on rearguard. you read me? Come in. Go left. Newt Ripley trades her rifle for Gorman's flamethrower before he can protest and enters the air shaft. RIPLEY Stay behind me. RIPLEY DO you know how to get to the landing field from here? Sure. She runs. 159 .expertly unlatches the grille. ETA about sixteen minutes. NEWT Crawl faster. Ripley fires the flamethrower periodically. Come on. Newt scrambles in behind.. scraping her back on the ceiling. out of the wind which is now gusting viciously. UP-LINK RELAY . BISHOP (voice over. NEWT They sprint into the narrow connecting duct..
right above her. Vasquez' flamethrower goes dry. watching the screen as the flight telemetry updates rapidly. She draws her SERVICE PISTOL. He crawls back to her. Acid cuts through her chickenplate armor. jamming together. seeing something. as sparks fill the tunnel with lurid light. INT. It lands on her legs and she snaps her head to one side just as its TAIL STINGER buries into the metal wall beside her cheek. Beyond is a narrow SERVICE WAY. AIR DUCT HICKS All right.. a GRATING is battered in with a FEROCIOUS CLANG and the deadly silhouette of a warrior flows into the duct. Back. In the b. She cries out. Hicks slides through the searing hole. Vasquez uses her flamethrower. It bends aside. Suddenly she looks up as a WARRIOR SCREECHES DOWN FROM A VERTICAL SHAFT. Too late.and turns away from the escape hole. Ripley follows and turns to help Gorman. kicking the thrashing shape away. The approaching alien warriors have . Behind them. bathing the tunnel in fire. Empty. Gorman sees Vasquez hit. Hicks' torch feathers out.. gritting her teeth against the white-hot pain. She fires again. (icy) Losing fuel. stand by there. Vasquez' flamethrower sputters. She blinks.the weather's come up a bit. lined with pipes and conduit. unable to move.. Hicks snaps out his hand-welder and cuts into the wall of the duct. the AP station has become a raging demon.not sure. on out way. Bracing his back he kicks hard at the cherry-hot metal. They are trapped. Molten metal spatters him. We're 160 The beam of Ripley's light wavers hypnotically in the tunnel ahead.. emptying the pistol. Over. A GLINTING OBSCENE FORM MOVING TOWARD THEM.. wreathed in boiling steam and electrical discharges. Sees the creatures coming the other way.BAM! BAM! BAM! Rolls aside. filling the tunnel at the absolute limit of the light's power.g. the way they have come. grabs her battle harness and starts dragging her towards safety. Go back! RIPLEY They try to crawl back. lifting Newt safely through as Ripley hands her out. searing into her thigh. VASQUEZ Between eye-searing bursts of flame Ripley sees the glistening apparitions closing in. She fires with incredible rapidity. Bishop's fingers are blurring over the terminal keys and he squints..
The hand-light goes skittering and bumping down the chute. The sound of wind booms down from above.reached and passed the opening. Vasquez sees him. This way. Ripley reaches for her.. and Hicks. Go up. their breathing loud and echoing. bracing her feet on perilously narrow side ribs in the shaft.. Gorman. NEWT Here! INT. wait! The kid moves like lightning. 162 NEWT Come on. diving and dodging around obstacles. She starts to climb with Next behind/below her. He hands her two grenades and arms two himself as the creatures are upon them.. CHUTE Ripley looks up the angles shaft. but we RECOGNIZE it as the "power greeting" she shared with Drake. Newt never hesitates. around a bend. we're almost RIPLEY 161 . Newt and Hicks as a full tilt run. NEWT Just up there -Newt slips.. Running on and on. just emerging from the side duct. She slides. Gorman returns the grip.an exterior vent hood.the walls a directionless blur. barely conscious.. and disappears. SERVICE WAY RUSHING WITH Ripley. They reach a junction with a narrow ANGLED CHUTE which runs upward at a steep 45 degrees.. The service way lights up with a POWERFUL BLAST behind them and they stumble with the shock wave.. VASQUEZ (hoarse whisper) You always were an asshole. Like blowing across a bottle top vastly amplified.. dropping her light. Ripley enters. lost in shadow. there! Newt. seeing light at the top. a rusted rib collapsing under her foot. She looks down. The chute descends far into the depths. INT. and she's the ace. She seizes his hand in a deadly drip. something for the chosen few. If it wasn't clear before it's clear now that we are on her turf.catches herself with one hand. Newt breaks out ahead and it's all Ripley and Hicks can do to keep up.
Ripley's voice seems to come from there.sliding down the chute after Newt. reaching. NEWT Ripley starts down the tunnel. It is flooded. SUBBASEMENT Newt is in a low grottolike chamber. starts the other way." Sees the glow of the light in the left fork.) Star wherever you are! 163 Newt! .where are you? Ripley reaches the bottom of the chute where it intersects with a HORIZONTAL SERVICE TUNNEL. get down here.. Fainter? She can't tell. seeing light streaming through a grating. but no Newt. RIPLEY (to her headset) Hicks.Ripley strains. inches apart. Newt's call comes again. Hicks lunges. They miss.) Mommy.. her hand groping for Newt's. so echoey and distorted it has no direction. AND SHE SLIPS OUT OF IT. RIPLEY (o. She goes left. NEWT Riiiiipppleee -She slips. And kicks free. answering. (o. Just disappearing down the LEFT SHAFT we SEE Ripley's light. Ripley reaches the "V. The light is lying there. She looks up.) Moooommeeee. bracing herself in a controlled descent. MOVING WITH HER. She spins in a growing panic.s.s. With an echoing scream Newt plummets. Newt bounces. sliding halfway up the wall. the walls racing by in a dizzy blur like a bobsled ride. which drops at a steeper angle into the depths. The chute forks ahead. I need that locator. filled with pipes and machines. Ripley slams her feet into the side-ribs. INT.. Ripley looks Hicks in the eye. almost up to Newt's waist. THe shaft pitches left. Newt tumbles into the right shaft. grabbing her oversized jacket.. sliding down the chute into darkness.s. The echoing wail comes again. RIPLEY Newt! She hears a plaintive reply.. NEWT (o..
Newt climbs some pipes. They follow the signal into a lighted area where the power apparently was not cut. Newt turns. Cold and terrified. climbing down the pipe as Hicks cuts into the bars with his hand-torch. INT. standing waist deep in the water. We have to cut through this grate. is "Casey" the doll head. She struggles furiously. She and Hicks kick desperately at the grating. vanishing in darkness. Her tiny fingers wriggle up through the bars of the grate. Heedless of the cherry-hot edges Ripley lunges into the hole with her light. Bobbing in the water. honey. trying to tear out of his grip. SERVICE TUNNEL Ripley panics. sensing the movement. Newt backs away.She SCREAMS as the shadow engulfs her.. HICKS We're close. This way. . hearing screaming below. then splashing. Ripley runs to the grating.. INT.. distorting. 164 Following the signal they come to a grating set in the floor. dwarfing her tiny form. smashing it down. Looking down she sees Newt's tearstreaked face. Newt reaches up. Ripley squeezes the child's precious fingertips. Newt is gone. Hicks pulls Ripley away from the hole. unsnapping the emergency-locator from his belt. I'm here.. In sinks slowly. dripping. eyes staring. Newt! Newt! RIPLEY 166 165 The surface of the water reflects the beam placidly. watches sparks shower blindingly as Hicks cuts. INT. SERVICE TUNNEL Hicks joins Ripley. Silently a glistening shape rises in one graceful motion from the water behind her. RIPLEY No! Noooo! It takes all of his strength. SUBBASEMENT Newt. She bites her lip. It stands. Here! NEWT I'm here. straining to reach the grating. He drags her back. trembling. RIPLEY Climb down.
The lift starts upward. HOW MUCH TIME? PLENTY! RIPLEY BISHOP TWENTY-SIX MINUTES! RIPLEY WE'RE NOT LEAVING! . Acid sluices between the closing doors. Ripley claws at his armor. buffeted by the gale. you can make it. Gets her inside. The ship sets down hard.HICKS (intense) She's gone! Let's go! He sees something moving toward them through a lattice of pipes. Ripley supporting Hicks who is doubled over in agony. Hicks FIRES. starts toward them. POINT-BLANK. Galvanized out of her hysteria. I believe it. the doors closing on it. Slides sideways. The doors are closing. The creature gets one arm through. An alien warrior leaps into the tunnel. searing eyes and lungs. side-slipping in hurricane gusts. Hits the button to go to surface level. Hicks' fingers race with the clasps as the stuff eats its way toward his skin. THE WARRIOR HISSES. across Hicks' armored chest plate. But we gotta get moving! Now! He drags her toward an ELEVATOR not far away at the end of the tunnel. her words barely audible over the wind. It spins away. helping him as much as she can. He goes to them. Not fast enough. Hysterical. Almost there. helping to support Hicks and they run toward the ship. He screams as the acid contacts his chest and arm. THEY OPEN AGAIN. Ripley is irrational. LUNGING. He shucks out of the combat armor like a madman. slamming her against the back wall. Bishop stands. as he shields Ripley with his body. RIPLEY Come on. The doors part and they stumble out. EXT. Stops. dropping the smoking pieces to the floor. guiding it with the portable terminal. an automatic safety feature. SCREECHING. RIPLEY No! No! She's alive! have to -We HICKS All right! She's alive. Acrid fumes fill the air. The elevator stops. Bishop turns as Ripley and Hicks stumble out of a doorway in the colony building behind him. Ripley shouts. LANDING FIELD 167 Drop-ship two descends toward the landing grid.
A massive. . The drop-ship ENTERS FRAME. belts and other gear from the fully stocked ordnance racks of the drop-ship. roaring out of control. don't let him leave. They brought her here and you know it. with a flamethrower. Bishop comes aft from the pilot's compartment to help Hicks dress his injuries. He's out of the game. Wind and machine-thunder blast in. EXT...determined. lightning zaps around the superstructure and columns of incandescent gas thunder hundreds of feet into the air. RIPLEY Hicks is holding a wad of gauze plastered over his face. snatching magazines. or about a third of the way up the enormous structure. the contents of a FIELD MEDICAL KEY strewn around him. Hicks is sprawled in a flight seat. See you. RIPLEY Hicks.. and settles onto a NARROW LANDING PLATFORM ten levels above the ground. We APPROACH. The door opens. She works rapidly.The loading ramp deploys and they run into the ship.. HICKS (grimacing with pain) We ain't going anywhere.contorted with pain. RIPLEY She's alive. INT.. hovering in the blasting turbulence. Steam blasts and swirls. BISHOP Ripley. precise. Her movements are curt. BISHOP In seventeen minutes this place will be a cloud of vapor the size of Nebraska. It pivots. grenades. her hands flying. Ripley is stuffing gear rapidly into a satchel. unwieldy package of absolute firepower. grabs the satchel and spins to the door controls.. PROCESSING STATION 168 An infernal engine. She has crudely fastened a M-41A assault rifle together. Hicks. DROP-SHIP 169 Ripley finishes winding tape around a bulky object and drops the roll. hypnotically. She hefts the hybrid weapon. moving toward the station. side by side.
They share a moment. Ripley removes her jacket and dons a battle harness directly over her T-shirt. Her fingers slick and slippery on the rifle. Primes the flamethrower. The doors close. a ruddy glow VISIBLE here and there.. chambering the first round. The elevator descends. She checks her weapon. The lift clatters in a steady beat.O. She begins to hyperventilate. RIPLEY Ellen. Her eyes dart. swirling with steam. Checks the rifle's magazine. Behind her we SEE a SECOND ELEVATOR next to hers. Ripley grabs his hand. INT. Her hair is matted. knuckles white on the rifle. HER P. albeit brief. Mutual respect in the valley of death. INT. Hypnotic. HICKS It's Dwayne. its lift cage somewhere on a higher floor. CORRIDOR Ripley moves out of the lift. HICKS (nods with satisfaction) Don't be long. Ripley runs down the ramp. She checks the MARKING FLARES jammed in the thigh pockets of her jump pants. Like the beating of a vast heart the pounding of massive pumps echoes through the station. Racks the bolt. We SEE she doesn't know doodley about grenades. watching the landings go by. Steam hisses and billows. forcing herself to be strong. Attaches a BANDOLIER OF GRENADES to her harness. The elevator descends. The air itself vibrates with heat distortion. slowing. Pipes glowing cherry-red pass by. The lift motors whine. the doors open. Bars of light move rhythmically across her as Ripley stands facing the doors. soaking with sweat. trembling. Ellen. Dark. and she glistens with sweat. Ahead 171 170 . Slowly. THROUGH the parting doors. Her eyes burn with a determination that holds the gut-panic in check.Dwayne. Couplings groan. This is the most terrifying thing she has ever done. She drops an unprimed grenade. The heat grows more intense.V.. Machinery whines and throbs. straining to penetrate the lethal gloom. It seems to have been a descent into Dantean Hell. The safety cage retracts. It hits bottom with a bump. crossing the platform to the open doors of a LARGE FREIGHT ELEVATOR.an empty corridor. expectantly. FREIGHT ELEVATOR The elevator descends.
I can feel it.cocoon niches. A VOICE echoes down the tunnels. frozen in macabre tormented positions like human insects in amber.. Moves forward.. darting glances at Hick's LOCATOR. All personnel must evacuate immediately. BURKE Ripley.. trembling and adrenalized. calm and mechanical. A CONCUSSION rocks the place.. She approaches an intersecting tunnel. Nothing there. Emergency. moving through the swirling steam of the alien maze. Ripley moves ahead. turns again. She has to turn sideways. The locator signals shows she is almost there.. Here.help me. At each intersection she quickly lights a FIFTEEN-MINUTE MARKING FLARE and drops it. like an earthquake. For the way back. Then another. A SIREN begins to wail a demented rhythm. The locator signal strengthens an she turns. God. She moves on.inside. inching through a fissure between two walls of death. She enters the maze. firing the flamethrower. jarring her almost off her feet. VOICE You now have eleven minutes to reach minimum safe distance. human bas-relief sealed in resin. wrapping his fingers around the spoon. VOICE Attention. SUDDENLY SOMETHING SHOOTS OUT. She recovers . and pulls the primer. INT.. She spins. Following the tracker No one deserves this. RIPLEY . Steam blasts. Carter Burke. She hands him a grenade.it's moving! Oh gooood. then recognizes the face sealed in the wall. crouches through a low passage. The whole station seems to shudder. CATACOMB 172 Range and direction read out in rapid-fire alpha-numerics on the locator display.. She looks at him. You now have fourteen minutes to reach minimum safe distance. GRABBING HER! A hand. Oh. She whirls back. blinding her.the corridor is encrusted with the alien excressence and not far down the bio-mechanoid catacomb begins.... Flashing emergency lights illuminate the insane fresco of the walls. Skeletal figures drown in the walls. Ripley blinks sweat out of her eyes. taped to the top of her kludge weapon.
Her fanged head is an unimaginable horror.. are folded grotesquely over her distended abdomen. One of the warriors lunges forward. She unleashes the flamethrower and it vanishes in a fireball. Her six limbs. the four arms and two powerful legs. She turns. INT. The egg-filled abdomen swells 175 174 173 . EGG CHAMBER Newt watches the face-hugger emerge and turn toward her. EGG CHAMBER Newt is cocooned in a pillarlike structure at the edge of a cluster of upright OVOID SHAPES. She blasts it in half with two bursts from the M-41A. She swings her up onto her back. I want you to hang on. The egg nearest her begins to move. The flash illuminates the figure of an adult warrior. More warriors are moving toward her among the eggs. moving straight for Ripley.alien eggs. nearby. NEWT (weakly) I knew you'd come. a living fireball. AND AGAIN. Her expression is murderous. RIPLEY Newt.. the ALIEN QUEEN glowers over her eggs like a great. Ripley retreats. Groggily Newt hooks her arms and legs through the belts of Ripley's battle harness as Ripley picks up her weapon. blasting it with a burst from the assault rifle. Newt stares. And there it is. The eggs are engulfed. and FIRES. She steps toward it. Ripley runs to Newt and begins tearing at the fresh resinous cocoon material. Her eyelids flutter open and she becomes aware of her surroundings.opening like an obscene flower at its top to reveal something stirring within. CATACOMBS Ripley hears the scream and breaks into a run.. Ripley runs in just as it is tensing to leap. horrified to see Newt's tracer bracelet lying on the floor of the tunnel. She SCREAMS. freeing the child. Firing from the hip she drills it with two controlled bursts which catapult it back. disintegrating into mindless chaos. transfixed by terror. Hang on tight. The RANGE INDICATOR READS ZERO. glistening black insect-Buddha. A PIERCING SHRIEK fill the chamber. FIRING AGAIN. She fires the flamethrower. What's bigger and meaner than the Alien? His momma. as the jointed legs appear over the lip of the ovoid one by one. It spins. She looks down. A massive silhouette in the mist.she turns a corner and stops.. now. It spins onto its back. ducking under a glistening cylindrical mass. INT. All hope recedes. INT.
and swells into a great pulsing tubular sac, suspended from a lattice of pipes and conduits by a weblike membrane as if some vast coil of intestine were draped carelessly among the machinery. Ripley realizes she ducked under part of it a moment before. Inside the abdominal sac can be SEEN the forms of countless eggs, churning their way toward the pulsating ovipositor where they emerge glistening, to be picked up by DRONES. The drones are tiny scuttling albino versions of the "warrior" aliens we have already seen. Ripley pumps the slide on her grenade launcher. She fires. Pumps and fires again. Four times. The grenades punch deep into the egg sac and EXPLODE, ripping it open from within. Eggs are tons of gelatinous matter pour across the chamber floor. The Queen goes berserk, SCREECHING like some psychotic steam whistle. Ripley lays about her with the flamethrower, igniting everything in sight with an insane fury. Eggs shrivel in the inferno, and figures of warriors and drones vanish in frenzied thrashing. Over all is the Queen's shrieking as she struggles in the flames. Two warriors emerge from the boiling smoke, closing on her. She pulls the trigger...an empty click. DIGITAL COUNTER flashing crimson zeroes. She drops the magazine, grabs another from her belt, rams it home and OPENS UP. The creatures vanish in rapid-fire flashes. Ripley backs away, venting her terror in a sustained orgy of fire as she blasts everything that moves in one long eye-searing expenditure of energy. Then she dashes into the catacombs, navigating by sheer primal instinct. INT. CATACOMBS Ripley runs, blindly, with panting intensity verging on hysteria. Impressions crash upon her...the maze blurring by, sirens howling, the station rocking with explosions, emergency lights flashing, steam blasting, red-hot steel hissing. Reality itself is reduced to a concussive series of strobelike instants of relentless forward motion. She sees one of the flares she dropped and turns. Sees another, sprinting toward it as the foundations of the world shake. INT. EGG CHAMBER Lashing in a frenzy, the QUEEN DETACHES FROM THE EGG SAC, ripping away and dragging torn cartilage and tissue behind it. SEEN DIMLY THROUGH swirling smoke, it rises on its powerful legs and steps forward. INT. CATACOMBS - CORRIDOR Ripley uses the flamethrower ahead of her, firing bursts of pulse-rifle fire down side corridors at indistinct shapes and shadows. The weapon is empty 178179 177 176
when she reaches the freight elevators. A mass of debris, falling down the shaft from a higher level, has demolished the life cage she descended in. She slams the control for the other cage and hears the sound of the LIFT MOTOR'S WHINE as it begins its slow descent from several levels up. AN ENRAGED SCREECH ECHOES in the corridor. Ripley sees a silhouette moving in the smoke...a glistening black shape which FILLS THE CORRIDOR TO THE CEILING...THE QUEEN. Her last cartridge is reading zeroes. The flamethrower sputters uselessly when she tries that. The grenades are gone. Ripley drops the weapon and looks up the shaft to the descending lift...then at the approaching FIGURE. The elevator won't be in time. She runs to a ladder set in the wall as a horrendous screech beats in her ears. She scrambles up the rungs. INT. SECOND LEVEL Ripley struggles up through a narrow hatch, Newt clinging to her. She dives aside as a POWERFUL BLACK ARM shoots up through the opening, its razor claws slamming into the grille-floor inches from her. Looking down through the grille she sees the great horrifying jaws directly below her, wet and leering. She scrambles up, running, as the grille-floor lifts and buckles behind her with the titanic force of the creature below. It hurls itself with insane ferocity against the metal, pacing her from below as she runs. INT. STAIRWELL Ripley reaches an open-grid emergency stairwell and sprints upward. It rocks and shudders with the station's death throes. VOICE You now have two minutes to reach minimum safe distance. INT. CORRIDOR - ELEVATORS The lift reaches bottom, the doors rolling open. The Queen turns and freezes, as if contemplating the open lift cage. INT. STAIRWELL Ripley stumbles, smashing her knees against the metals stairs. As she rises she hears the LIFT MOTORS start up. Looking down through the lattice work of the station she sees the life cage start ominously upward. She knows there is only one explanation for that. She runs on, the stairwell becoming a crazy whirl around her. EXT. LANDING PLATFORM 185 184 182183 181 180
Ripley, with Newt still clinging to her, slams through the door opening onto the platform. Through wind-whipped streamers of smoke she sees...THE SHIP IS GONE. RIPLEY BISHOP! Her shouts become inarticulate screams of hatred, outrage at the final betrayal. She scans the sky. Nothing. RIPLEY (hysterical) BISHOP! Newt is sobbing. The lift rises ponderously INTO VIEW. Ripley turns, backing away from the doors toward the railing. There is no place to run to on the platform. EXPLOSIONS detonate in the complex far below and huge fireballs swell upward through the machinery. The platform bucks wildly. Nearby a cooling tower collapses with a THUNDEROUS ROAR and the SHRIEK OF RENDING STEEL. More EXPLOSIONS, one after another, rocketing up from below. Ripley stares transfixed as the lift stops. The safety cage parts. RIPLEY (to Newt; low) Close your eyes, baby. The lift doors begin to open. apparition within. A glimpse of the
ANGLE ON RIPLEY AND NEWT as the drop-ship RISES RIGHT BEHIND THEM, its hovering jets roaring. VOICE You now have thirty seconds to reach... Ripley leaps for the loading boom projecting down from the cargo bay and it raises them into the ship. A TREMENDOUS EXPLOSION RIPS THROUGH THE COMPLEX nearby, slamming the ship sideways. Its extended landing legs foul in a tangle of conduit, grinding with a hideous squeal of metal on metal. INT./EXT. DROP-SHIP - STATION 186187
Ripley leaps into a seat with Newt, cradling her. Begins strapping in. Bishop wrestles with the controls. The landing legs retract, ripping free. Ripley slams her seat harness latches home. RIPLEY Punch it, Bishop! The entire lower level of the station disappears in a
DROP-SHIP Ripley and Newt watch the blinding glare fade away and they sit. Below. for the pain.. The tiny ship is slammed by the shockwave. trembling.LATER It's 190 189 188 The scorched and battered ship once again sits in its drop-bay.. toward the stars. INT. 192 191 . The ship vaults out and up.fireball. Ripley and Newt see everything shake into a blur. over. Rotating clearance lights sweep the dark chamber hypnotically. We'll need to get a stretcher to cart him up to medical. scorched but functioning. and Ripley strokes her hair. Newt starts to cry quietly. INT. tossed forward. Ripley nods and. WHITING OUT THE FRAME. precedes Bishop down the aisle to the loading ramp. BISHOP I gave him a shot.IN ORBIT . picking up Newt. Bishop standing it on its tail. Ripley is slammed back in her seat. SULACO CARGO LOCK .. EXT. INT. realizing they are finally and truly safe.. CARGO LOCK . STRATOSPHERE The drop-ship lunges up and out of the cloud layer into the clear high night. RIPLEY It's okay. The drop-ship engines fire. INT. pouring on the gees. DROP-SHIP Bishop stands behind Ripley as she kneels beside a comatose Hicks. the clouds light up from beneath from horizon to horizon.and climbs. BISHOP I'm sorry if I gave you a scare but that platform was just becoming too unstable. baby. wide-eyed. We made it. steam blasting from cooling vents beside the engine. A SUN HOT DOME OF ENERGY bursts up through the cloud layer. The air vibrates with intense heat waves and concussion.DROP-SHIP Bishop continues as they move down the ramp. BISHOP I had to circle and hope things didn't get too rough to take you off.
unrecognizable machines.terrified to break and run. Ripley waves her arms. It descends slowly. Velcro straps fastened over them. pivoting toward the motion. SOMETHING BURSTS FROM HIS CHEST. Ripley moves with nightmarish slowness herself. It WHIRRS closed. Seizing Bishop in two great hands it rips him apart and flings him aside.. RIPLEY (to Newt) Go! Newt runs for cover. dripping acid and rage. The Alien hits a moment later. She puts her hand on his shoulder. as is slowly lifts him off the deck. Above them the Queen glowers from its place of concealment among the hydraulic mechanisms inside one landing-leg bay. straight at her. on the deck behind her.. decoying.. DARK CHAMBER Ripley moves ferret-quick among dark. INT. BOOM.Ripley turns to him. powerful. The Queen is huge. VARIOUS ANGLES VERY TIGHT ON what she is doing.and very pissed off. never taking her eyes off the creature. staring hypnotized. It blends perfectly with the machinery until it begins to emerge. Acid. BISHOP Well. like a doll. Ripley spins. SSSSSS. its six limbs unfolding in inhuman geometries.. the rotating lights glistening across its shiny black limbs.her feet going into stirruplike mechanisms. Her hand closing on a complex grip-control. Hits the switch. She lowers Newt to the deck. RIPLEY You did okay. Driven right through him from behind. The Alien drops to the deck. as the creature leaps for her. sprinting. It is the razor-sharp scorpion TAIL of the alien QUEEN. INT. spraying Ripley with milklike android blood. The WHINE of hydraulics. Bishop thrashes.. CARGO LOCK The Queen turns its attention from the doors to Newt as the little girl crawls into a system of trenchlike 194 193 . seizing the protruding section of tail in his hands. Fingers stabbing buttons in a sequence.. shredded. The HUM of powerful motors. Here! RIPLEY Without warning it moves like lightning. echoing. stopping partway down the ramp. Still smoking where Ripley half-fried it. Bishop. Its feet slam. thanks. I -He notices a tiny innocuous drop of liquid splash onto the ramp next to his shoe. It descends slowly to the deck. She clears a door.
seen through the bars. crushing two of the creature's limbs. They lock in a death embrace. INT. CARGO LOCK The Queen spins at the sound of door motors behind her.. Ripley's expression is one you hope you'll never see. The hind legs rip at her. CHANNEL 195 Newt scurries like a rabbit as the looming figure of the Alien appears above.the massive foot CRASH-CLANGS to the deck. Claws swipe. She ducks and the teeth slam into the seat cushion behind her dead in a spray of drool. Ripley steps out.. The channels are covered by steel grillework and barely big enough for her to crawl through. Ripley closes the forks. coming within inches of her exposed body. They circle in a whirling blur. The creature rips 196 . you bitch! The Queen SCREECHES pure lethality and leaps. advancing. It rebounds into a massive backhand. tail lashes. A section of grille is ripped away behind her. Another section is ripped away right at her heels. CLANG. slamming against the safety cage... CRASH! It goes backward into heavy loading equipment.. She lifts it off the ground. murderous rage surges through her now. THE POWER LOADER. She takes a step. Yellow acid foams down the hydraulic arms toward her.WHINE. She scrambles desperately. RIPLEY Get away from her. WALLOP! A roundhouse from one great hydraulic arm catches it on its hideous skull and slams it into a wall. banishing all fear. It lashes and writhes with incredible fury.. CRASH. The cavernous chamber echoes with nightmarish sounds. The striking teeth extend almost a meter from inside its fanged maw. demolishing everything in their path.service channels which cross the deck. WEARING TWO TONS OF HARDENED STEEL. SCREECH. Light pouring in. INT. Ripley parries with radical swipes of the steel forks. The parting doors REVEAL an inhuman silhouette standing there. She takes another. Like medieval armor with the power of a bulldozer. lashing with unbelievable fury. RIPLEY (screaming) Come on! The Queen emerges as a blur of rage. Hell hath no fury like that of a mother protecting her child and that primal. shooting between the crash-bars. The battle is joined. denting it in. The next will be right above her.
With all her strength Ripley fights the blasting air. She slaps the red "INNER DOOR OVERRIDE" and latches the "HOLD" locking-key down. crawling over the lip of the inner doorway. it gone. Ripley pulls her arm out of the controls of the loader and claws toward a panel of airlock actuating buttons. twisted in the loader's wreckage. directly in the thing's face. drained of all strength. grips a stanchion and reaches desperately for Newt as she slides past him. She hits "OUTER DOOR OPEN" and there is a hurricane shriek of air as the doors on which they are lying separate. INT. LOADING LOCK They crash together four meters below.. The door opens farther. torn virtually in two. The loader tumbles clear. Weakly she turns her head. He winks. He catches her arm and hangs on as she dangles. Bishop gives her a small.machine blood mixing with alien blood. grim smile. They roll together. doll-like. REVEALING the infinite pit of stars. The inner doors close.at high-pressure hoses. The Alien shrieks. BISHOP Not bad for a human. seeing Bishop still holding Newt by the arm. The turbulent air eddies and settles. A KLAXON begins to sound. Purple hydraulic fluid sprays . 199 . A VERTICAL LOADING AIRLOCK. She releases the OVERRIDE from a second panel. Encrusted with his own vanilla milkshake blood. off balance. Bishop. falling away. Its SHRIEK fades. all of space yawning below. They topple. in the airblast. LOADING LOCK The Alien seizes Ripley's ankle. The airlock becomes a wind tunnel. his pastalike internal organs whipped by the wind.. Ripley hits a switch. feels them almost torn out of their shoulder sockets. Gasping for breath. She lies on her back. INT. CARGO BAY 198 197 Newt screams as the hurricane airstream sucks her across the floor toward the airlock. below. pinned. All this time the Alien has been lashing at her in a frenzy and she has been parrying desperately in the confined space. The Queen pins her. blasting and buffetting her as she struggles to unstrap from the loader. INT. into the depths of space. over the lip of a RECTANGULAR PIT. still clutching one of Ripley's lucky hi-tops. The air of the vast ship howls past her into space as she claws her way up a service ladder. She locks her arms around a ladder rung. The power loader's CUTTING TORCH flares on. It drags the Alien.
honey. NEWT RIPLEY I think we both can. baby. Ripley hugs her desperately.Mommy? RIPLEY Right here. FADE OUT THE END . INT.Ripley crosses to Newt. Right here... carrying Newt on her hip. Newt's head rests on her shoulder. NEWT Are we going to sleep now? RIPLEY That's right. NEWT (weakly) Mommy. Can we dream? Yes. The ship's systems hum comfortingly. HOLD ON THEM AS they recede down the long straight corridor. CORRIDOR 200 Ripley limps along the corridor.