"ALIEN"

                            by

                        Walter Hill

                            and

                        David Giler

                     Based on screenplay

                            by

                        Dan O'Bannon





                          Story by

               Dan O'Bannon and Ronald Shusett


                                          REVISED FINAL



                                          JUNE, 1978




Brandywine Productions



10201 W. Pico Boulevard



Los Angeles, California 90035



              Science fiction plucks from within



              us our deepest fears and hopes then



              shows them to us in rough disguise:



              the monster and the rocket.







                                   W.H. Auden



              We live, as we dream -- alone.







                                  Joseph Conrad



                             "ALIEN"







     FADE IN







     SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE:







     INT. ENGINE ROOM                                       1







     Empty, cavernous.







     INT. ENGINE CUBICLE                                    2







     Circular, jammed with instruments.



     All of them idle.



     Console chairs for two.



     Empty.







     INT. OILY CORRIDOR - "C" LEVEL                         2-A







     Long, dark.



     Empty.



     Turbos throbbing.



     No other movement.







     INT. CORRIDOR - "A" LEVEL                              2-B







     Long, empty.







     INT. INFIRMARY - "A" LEVEL                             2-C







     Distressed ivory walls.



     All instrumentation at rest.







     INT. CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE - "A" LEVEL                    3







     Black, empty.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            4







     Vacant.



     Two space helmets resting on chairs.



     Electrical hum.



     Lights on the helmets begin to signal one another.



     Moments of silence.



     A yellow light goes on.



     Data mind bank in b.g.



     Electronic hum.



     A green light goes on in front of one helmet.



     Electronic pulsing sounds.



     A red light goes on in front of other helmet.



     An electronic conversation ensues.



     Reaches a crescendo.



     Then silence.



     The lights go off, save the yellow.







     INT. CORRIDOR TO HYPERSLEEP VAULT:                     4-A







     Lights come on.



     Seven gowns hang from the curved wall.



     Vault door opens.







     INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT                                  5







     Explosion of escaping gas.



     The lid on a freezer pops open.



     Slowly, groggily, KANE sits up.



     Pale.



     Kane rubs the sleep from his eyes.



     Stands.



     Looks around.



     Stretches.



     Looks at the other freezer compartments.



     Scratches.



     Moves off.







     INT. GALLEY                                            6







     Kane plugs in a Silex.



     Lights a cigarette.



     Coughs.



     Grinds some coffee beans.



     Runs some water through.







                              KANE



               Rise and shine, Lambert.







     INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT                                  7







     Another lid pops open.



     A young woman sits up.







                              LAMBERT



               What time is it.







                              KANE



                      (voice over)



               What do you care.







     INT. GALLEY                                            8







     Pot now half-full.



     Kane watches it drip.



     Inhales the fragrance.







                              KANE



               Now Dallas and Ash.



                      (calls out)



               Good morning Captain.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Where's the coffee.







                              KANE



               Brewing.







     LAMBERT walks into the kitchen.



     Pours herself a cup.







     INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT                                  9







     Two more lids pop open.



     A pair of men sit up.



     Look at each other.







     INT. GALLEY                                           10







     Kane enjoys a freshly-brewed cup.







                              KANE



               Ripley...







     Another moment.



     And then the sound of another lid opening.







                              KANE



               And if we have Parker, can



               Brett be far behind.







     Lid opening sound.







                              KANE



               Right.







     INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT                                 11







     DALLAS looks at his groggy circus.







                              DALLAS



               One of you jokers get the cat.







     RIPLEY picks up a limp cat out of one of the compartments.







     INT. MESS                                             12







     The crew of the United States commercial starship Nostromo



     seated around a table.







              Dallas.........Captain



              Kane...........Executive Officer



              Ripley.........Warrant Officer



              Ash............Science Officer



              Lambert........Navigator



              Parker.........Engineer



              Brett..........Engineering Technician



              Jones..........Cat







     Five men and two women: Lambert and Ripley.







                              LAMBERT



               Jesus am I cold.







                              PARKER



               Still with us, Brett.







                              BRETT



               Yo.







                              RIPLEY



               Lucky us.







     They yawn, stretch, shiver.



     Dallas looks over at a flashing yellow light.







                              KANE



               I feel dead.







     Kane is not yet fully awake.



     Yawns.







                              PARKER



               You look dead.







                              ASH



               Nice to be back.







                              PARKER



               Before we dock maybe we'd



               better go over the bonus



               situation.







                              BRETT



               Yeah.







                              PARKER



               Brett and I think we deserve a



               full share.







                              DALLAS



               You two will get what you



               contracted for.  Just like



               everybody else.







                              BRETT



               Everybody else gets more than us.







                              DALLAS



               Everybody else deserves more



               than you two.







                              ASH



               Mother wants to talk to you.







                              DALLAS



               I saw it.  Yellow light for my



               eyes only...Now, everybody hit



               their stations.







     INT. COMPUTER ROOM ANNEX                               13







     Floor to ceiling data banks.



     Another flashing yellow light.



     A legend underneath.



     COMMAND PRIORITY ACCESS ONLY.



     Dallas enters.



     Sits at his console.



     Removes insignia master computer key attached to



     his shirt.



     Plug it into the board under the light.



     All banks burst into life.



     Dallas punches up a computer code on the keyboard.







     Legend on the screen...







               What's my God damn key.







     Print-out from computer answers...







               01335 on the binary side.







                              DALLAS



               Thank you Mother.







     Dallas punches up the combination on the keyboard.



     Immediately start getting a readout.







                                                    CUT TO:







     INT. BRIDGE                                            14







     Above eye level the room is ringed by viewscreens.



     All of them blank.



     Kane, Ripley, and Lambert enter.



     Dallas' seat remains empty.



     All of them now dressed; they find their way to individual



     consoles.



     Ripley puts down the cat, straps herself into the high-



     backed chair.







                              KANE



               Plug us in.







     All three crew members begin throwing switches.



     The control room starts to come to life.



     Colored lights flicker.



     Chase each other across glowing screens.







                              KANE



               Give us something to look at.







     Lambert presses a bank of switches.



     Viewscreens glimmer into life.







                              LAMBERT



               Take a look at this.







     On each screen, blackness speckled with stars.







                              LAMBERT



               Where's Earth.







                              KANE



               You're the navigator.







                              RIPLEY



               That's not our system.







                              KANE



               Scan.







     Lambert hits several toggles.



     On the screens the images begin to drift.







     ONE OF THE SCREENS                                     15







     A moving image of a starfield.







     EXT. NOSTROMO                                          16







     The Factory Starship lumbering with the depths



     of inter-stellar space.



     Function:           Petroleum tanker and Refinery.



     Capacity:           2000,000,000 tons.



     Length:             One and one half kilometers.



     Battered exterior encrusted with dark sludge.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            17







     Lambert pores over charts.



     Consults her console.



     Puzzled.







                              KANE



               Contact traffic control.







     Ripley switches on her transmission unit.







                              RIPLEY



               This is commercial vessel Nostromo.



               Registration number 180246.  Do



               you read me.  Over.







     Nothing but the hiss of static.







                              RIPLEY



               Nothing.







                              KANE



               Keep trying.







     Turns to Lambert.



     Ripley attempting transmission in b.g.







                              KANE



               You got a reading yet.







                              LAMBERT



               We're way out in the boondocks



               here...







                              KANE



               Keep trying...







                              LAMBERT



               Working on it.







     Eureka.







                              LAMBERT



               Found it.







                              KANE



               Hard to believe.







                              LAMBERT



               What the hell are we doing out



               here.







                              KANE



               What are you talking about.







                              RIPLEY



               It's not our system.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM                                       17-A







     Giant reactor system purring smoothly.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM                                       18







     PARKER and BRETT in a glass cubicle.  Each having a beer.



     Huge powerplant stretching before them.



     All units on automatic hyper-drive.



     Parker hits a switch above his desk.  A green light goes on.







                              PARKER



               How's your light?







                              BRETT



               Green.







                              PARKER



               Mine too.







     They both take a swig.



     Suddenly a beeper signal begins.







                              PARKER



               Christ.  What is it now.







                              BRETT



               Right.







                              RIPLEY



                     (voice over)



               Report to the mess.







  INT. OILY CORRIDOR - "C" LEVEL                         19







                              PARKER



               I want to know why they never



               come down here.  This is where



               the work is.







                              BRETT



               Same reason we have half a



               share to their one, our time is



               their time, that's the way they



               see it.







                              PARKER



               Well, I'll tell you



               something... it stinks.







     They move towards the companionway.







     INT. MESS                                         20







     Entire crew present.







                              DALLAS



               Some of you may have figured



               out that we're not home.







                              BRETT



               What the hell.







                              DALLAS



               Mother's interrupted the course



               of the voyage.







                             DALLAS



               Mother is programmed to interrupt



               the course of out voyage if



               certain conditions arise.  They



               have...



                     (pause)



               We've received intermittent



               transmission from quadrant points



               QBR 157, 052.  Somebody's gone



               down.







                              BRETT



               So what.







                              KANE



               We're obligated under Section B2...







                              PARKER



               Christ.  We're a commerical ship



               not some rescue team.  This kind



               of duty's not in our contract.







                              ASH



               You better read your contract.



               Transmissions received in non-



               commercial lanes...







     Dallas gives Parker and Brett a look.







                              DALLAS



               We're going in, that's it.







     Brett knows when to ease up.







                             BRETT



               Right, we're going in.



                      (smiles)



               Sir.







     Dallas turns to ASH.







                              DALLAS



               Can we land on it.







     He takes a print-out from Mother out of his hand.







                              ASH



               The other ship did.







                              DALLAS



               That's what I mean.







     Studies the print-out.







                              ASH



               It's big enough.  Can't see any



               reason why not.







                                                    CUT TO:







     EXT. NOSTROMO AND REFINERY APPROACHING THE             20-A



     STAR/PLANET SYSTEM







                                                    OUT     21-



                                                            23







     INT. BRIDGE                                            24







     Dallas at his console speaking to Ash.







                              DALLAS



               We're coming into range of the



               planet.  What kind of orbit do



               you plan for the cargo.







                              ASH



               Z local vertical mode.







                              DALLAS



               You figure it will hold that.







                              ASH



               You worried about redundancy



               management disabling CMGS control.







                              DALLAS



               Yeah.







                              ASH



               CMG control is inhibited via



               DAS/DCS.  We'll augment with



               TACS and monitor through ATMDC



               and computer interface.



                      (pause)



               Feel better?







                              DALLAS



               A lot.







     EXT. NOSTROMO                                          25







     Moving within range of the planet.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            26







     The crew strap themselves to their seats.







                              DALLAS



               Prepare for separation and



               orbital insertion of the cargo.







     Much preparation for separation, etc.







                              DALLAS



               Give me an EC Pressure reading.







                              ASH



               3.45 n/c m^2 squared (5 psia)







                              DALLAS



               Shout if it changes.  Deactivate



               probe retract system.







                              KANE



               What about the pressure seal.







     Dallas hits appropriate switches.







                              DALLAS



               Now the probe retract system.







     Kane hits other equally appropriate switches.







                              KANE



               Okay.







                              DALLAS



               Release captive hatches and



               disengage probe.







     Kane working switches and buttons.







                              KANE



               Disengaged.







     Dallas pucnhes buttons of his own.







     EXT. NOSTROMO                                          27







     The Refinery separates from Nostromo.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            28







     Dallas watches the refinery moving away on a viewscreen.







                              KANE



               All free and clear.







                              DALLAS



               Ash.







                              ASH



               Orbital insertion complete.







                              DALLAS



               Okay.  The money's safe.  Let's



               take it down.







     EXT. NOSTROMO                                          29







     Engines coughing to life.



     Nostromo begins its descent.







     Below night's tide rolls across the planet's surface.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            30







     The viewscreen shimmers.







                              RIPLEY



               Turbulence.







     EXT. NOSTROMO                                          31







     Tug-module hydroplaning downward.



     A set of brilliant lights switch on.



     Cut through the thick atmosphere.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM - CUBICLE                             32







     Parker and Brett strapped in their seats.



     Begin rocking from the sudden, extreme turbulence.







                              PARKER



               Chirst.  Overloading.  What the



               hell are we going through.







                              BRETT



               Dust fritzing the compressor.







                              PARKER



               There goes the conversion



               stabilizer.







                              BRETT



               I don't know if the digital



               solenoid...







                              PARKER



               Forget it.  If we don't crash,



               dollars to your aunt's cherry



               we get an electrical fire...







     INT. BRIDGE                                            33







     The turbulence continues unabated.



     Lambert's eyes follow cross-plot gauges.







                              LAMBERT



               Drop begins...now.  Fifteen



               kilometers and descending...



               twelve...ten...eight and



               slowing.  Five.  Three.  Two.



               One kilometer and slowing.







                              DALLAS



               Lock tractor breams.







     A loud electrical hum.







                              KANE



               Locked.







                              DALLAS



               Kill drive engines.







     The engines fall silent.







                              LAMBERT



               Nine hundred meters and dropping.



               Eight hundred.  Seven hundred.







     EXT. PLANET - NIGHT                                    34







     Storm blowing across the night-shrouded surface.



     The Nostromo hovers on glowing beams of light.



     Landing struts unfold like insect legs.



     The ship slams down.



     Rocks heavily on massive shock absorbers.







     INT. BRIDGE - NIGHT                                    35







                              RIPLEY



               We're down.







     An enormous vibration.



     The panels in the room flash simultaneously.



     Light go out.







                              KANE



               Lost it.  Lost it.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM                                       36







     Another huge vibration.



     An electrical fire breaks out along three control panels.







     INT. OILY CORRIDOR                                     36-A







     Huge flash fire whips along corridor.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM - CUBICLE                             37







     Parker and Brett see the pandemonium below.



     Brett hits the secondary generator switch.



     A pressure valve blows.



     Another conduit breaks loose.



     All lights go out.



     They grab hand lights from wall.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            38







     Still in darkness.







                              LAMBERT



               Secondary generator should



               kick over.







                              KANE



               Where is it.







     Moments.  Nothing.  Kane grabs emergency headlamp from



     facia.



     Followed by Dallas and Lambert.







                              DALLAS



               What happened?







     Ripley hits the voice-amp.







                              RIPLEY



               Engine room, what happened.







                              PARKER



                      (voicer over)



               God damn electrical fire, that's



               what happened.







                              BRETT



                      (voice over)



               It's big.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM                                       39







     Parker fighting an electrical fire on one of his panels.



     Brett shouting into his voice-amp.







                              BRETT



               The intakes are clogged.  We



               overheated and burned out a



               whole cell...Christ, it's really



               breaking loose down here...







     INT. BRIDGE                                            40







                              DALLAS



               Somebody give me a simple answer,



               Has the hull been breached.







     Ripley scans her gauges.







                              RIPLEY



               I don't see anything.  We've still



               got pressure.







     A beep from the communicator.







                              DALLAS



               Hit the screen.







     Kane snaps three toggles.



     The screens flicker, but remain black.







                              KANE



               Nothing.







     EXT. SHIP - NIGHT                                      41







     The wind sounds.



     Storm continues to blow around the craft.



     A few glittering lights distinguish the Nostromo from



     absolute darkness.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE                               42







     Parker on the communicator to the bridge.







                              PARKER



               4 panel is totally shot, the



               secondary load sharing unit is



               out, at least three cells on



               12 module are gone.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            43







     Ripley listening to Parker.



     Dallas standing over her.



     No images on any screens.







                              RIPLEY



               Is that it.







                              PARKER



                      (voice over)



               Couldn't fix it out here anyway.



               And we need to reroute a couple



               of these ducts.  Can't really fix



               them without a whole drydock...







                              DALLAS



               What else.







                              PARKER



                      (voice over)



               We lost a cell.  Some fragments



               caked up and blew the whole



               system.  We've got to clean it



               all out and repressurize.







                              BRETT



                      (voice over)



               Right.







                              RIPLEY



               Get started on 4 panel.  I'll



               be down in five minutes.







     She shuts off her voice communicator.







                              DALLAS



               How long before we're functional.







                              RIPLEY



               Fifteen to twenty hours...







                              DALLAS



               Stay on it.  What about the



               auxiliaries.







                              RIPLEY



               Working on it.







     EXT. SHIP - NIGHT                                      44







     Bridge lights come to life.



     Illuminate nothing but a patch of featureless ground.



     The wind and storm now at a higher pitch.







                                                       OUT  45







     INT. BRIDGE                                            46







     Dallas, Kane, Lambert, and Ash.



     Slouched around the bridge.



     Drinking coffee.



     Occasionally staring at the opaque screens.







                              DALLAS



               Any response yet.







                              ASH



               Nothing but the same transmission



               every thirty-two seconds.  All



               the other channels are dead.







     Pause.







                              DALLAS



               Kick on the floods.







                                             CUT TO:







     EXT. SHIP                                         46-A







     A ring of floodlights comes to life.



     Dimly illuminating the rocky landscape.



     The wind and dust now at a higher pitch.







                                             CUT TO:







     INT. BRIDGE - NIGHT                                    46-B







     Dallas stares at the dark screens.







                              KANE



               We can't go anywhere in this.







                              ASH



               Mother says the sun's coming up



               in about twenty minutes.







                              DALLAS



               How far from the source of the



               transmission.







                              ASH



               Northeast... about 3000 meters.







                              KANE



               Close enough to walk.







                              DALLAS



               Let's run an atmospheric.







     Ash punches buttons, starts to consult his panel.







                              ASH



               10 percent agron, 85 precent



               nitrogen, 5 percent neon...I'm



               working on the trace elements.







                              DALLAS



               Pressure.







                              ASH



               Ten to the fourth dynes per square



               centimeter.







                              KANE



               Moisture content.







                              ASH



               None.  Zero.







                              DALLAS



               Anything else.







                              ASH



               Rock, lava base.  And cold...



               well below the centrigrade line.







                              KANE



               I volunteer for the first group



               going out.







                              DALLAS



               I hear you.  Lambert.  You too.







     Pause.







                              LAMBERT



               Swell.







                              DALLAS



               One more thing.  Let's get out



               some weapons.







     EXT. SHIP - DAWN                                       47







     Sunrise.



     The atmosphere begins to lighten.



     Silhouette of the Nostromo becoming dimly visible.



     Starship perched on barren rock.



     More rolling clouds of dust.



     The floodlights automatically shut off.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE                               48







     Parker and Brett laser welding one of the ducts.



     Shirts off.



     Sweat steaming.



     Ripley rewiring one of the panels.



     Parker shuts down the laser, inspects the fusion.







                              PARKER



               Hey, Ripley, I got a question.







                              RIPLEY



               Yeah.







                              PARKER



               Do we get to go out on the



               expedition or are we stuck here



               until everything's fixed.







                              RIPLEY



               You know the answer to that.







                              BRETT



               What about the shares in case



               they find anything.







                              RIPLEY



               Don't worry, you'll both get



               what's coming to you.







                              BRETT



               I'm not doing any more work unless



               we get full shares.







                              RIPLEY



               You're guaranteed by law that



               you'll get a share... Now both



               of you knock it off and get back



               to work.







     Parker looks at her.



     Snaps on the laser weld.



     Starts to join another section of the duct.







                              BRETT



               Right.







     INT. MAIN AIR LOCK - DAWN                              49







     Dallas, Kane and Lambert enter the lock.



     All wear gloves, boots, jackets.



     Carry laser pistols.



     Kane touches a button.



     Servo whine.



     Then the inner door slides quietly shut.



     The trio pull on their helmets.







                              DALLAS



               I'm sending.  Do you hear me.







                              KANE



               Receiving.







                              LAMBERT



               Receiving.







                              DALLAS



               All right.  Keep away from the



               weapons unless I say otherwise.







     INT. ASH'S BLISTER - DAWN                              50







     Ash descends companionway to blister.



     Punches up screens and instrumentation.







     INT. MAIN AIR LOCK - DAWN                              51







                              DALLAS



               Open the hatch.







     Another servo whine.



     Ponderously, the outer lock hatch slides open.



     Clouds of dust and steam swirl before the three crew members.



     A mobile gangway slides out the open hatch.



     Burnt orange sunlight beyond.







     EXT. PLANET - DAWN                                     52







     The trio walk down the gangplank.



     Arrive at surface level.



     Their feet striking onto a thick layer of lava rock.



     The wind at gale force.







                              DALLAS



               Which way.







                              LAMBERT



               Over here.







                              DALLAS



               You lead.







     Lambert walks into the storm.



     Followed closely by the others.







                              LAMBERT



               Now I can't see a God damn thing.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               Turn on the finder.







                              DALLAS



               It's on...Ash are you receiving.







     INT. ASH'S BLISTER - DAWN                              53







     Ash leaning over his console.



     Watches them beneath him.



     Corresponding images on the screen in front of him.







                              ASH



               See you.  Read you.  Good contact



               on my board.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Getting you clear and free.  Let's



               keep the line open.







     EXT. PLANET - DAWN                                     54







     The three crew members push their way along.



     Like divers at the bottom of a dark sea.



     The wind and dust continues driving down in dark sheets.



     Lambert repeats.







                              LAMBERT



               Can't see more than three meters



               in any direction.







                              KANE



               Quit griping.







                              LAMBERT



               I like griping.







                              DALLAS



               Come on.







     They wade on, following Lambert.



     She halts abruptly.



     Confused.







     INT. BLISTER - DAWN                                    55







     Ash watches intently.



     Images on each screen of the trio.







                              LAMBERT



                      (voice over)



               I've got it again.







                              ASH



               Any problems.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Yeah.  A lot of dust and wind.



               Starting to get some fade on the



               beam.







     EXT. PLANET - DAWN                                     56







     The trio moves through a dark limbo.







                              LAMBERT



               This way.







     Lambert indicates left.



     Moves in that direction.



     The others follow.



     The storm growing.







                              KANE



               It's close.







     They approach a towering rock formation.



     The transmission stops.







                              LAMBERT



               It's gone again.







                              KANE



               Did we pass it.







                              DALLAS



               Not unless it's underground.



               Let's take a break







     They shelter with the rock formation.



     Storm howls round them.



     Dallas adjusts headset.



     The signals starts.







                              DALLAS



               I've got it again.  Let's go.







                              LAMBERT



               How about our break.







                              DALLAS



               No. Let's more on while we're



               got the signal, again.







     Dallas gets up.







     They stand for a moment...







     Then move away from the rock formation.



     Fossilized into the other side of the rock is a shape.



     Fifteen feet tall.



     Unseen by the members of the party.







     INT. BLISTER - DAWN                                    56-A







     Ash receiving the video transmission.



     Notices something within the formation.



     Freezes the image.



     Enlarges it.



     Enlarges again.







     EXT. THE NOSTROMO - SUNRISE                            57







     Atmosphere turning the color of blood.



     Then the sun is up.







     EXT. THE NOSTROMO - SUNRISE                            58







     Brett and Parker still at work.



     Ripley moves away from her panel in triumph...







                              RIPLEY



               You ought to be able to handle



               the rest.







                              PARKER



               Don't worry.







                              RIPLEY



               If you run into trouble, I'll be



               on the bridge.







                              BRETT



               Right.







     She leaves.







                              PARKER



               Bitch.







     INT. BLISTER - DAY                                     59







     Ash still working on the video image.



     Enhances the enlargement.



     Transfers the image to cathode ray.



     The image reveals itself to be a giant form.  Indistinct.







     Ripley's voice comes over.







                              RIPLEY



                      (voice over)



               How's it going.







     Ash quickly shuts off the video image.



     Hits the intercom.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            60







     Ripley at her console.



     Looking at Ash on her screen.



     Ash's video image not visible to Ripley.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               All right.







                              RIPLEY



               Have you tried putting the



               transmission through ECIU.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               Mother hasn't identified it as yet.



               It's not a language.







                              RIPLEY



               I'll give it a shot.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               Be my guest.







     She pushes some button.



     The noise is now heard on her speaker.







     EXT. PLANET - DAY                                      61







     Dust clearing.



     Three tiny figures against the landscape.







     EXT. PLANET - DAY                                      62







     Empty landscape.



     Then Kane comes up over a rise startled by what he sees.



     Suddenly the transmission is deafening.







                              KANE



               Jesus Christ.







     Dallas and Lambert join him equally startled.







     THEIR P.O.V. - DAY                                     63







     A gargantuan construction rising from the rock.



     Clearly of nonhuman manufacture.







     EXT. PLANET - DAY                                      64







     Noise still at shrill pitch.



     All members of the party shouting into their voice-amps.







                              KANE



               Some kind of spaceship.







                              LAMBERT



               Are you sure.  It's weird...







                              DALLAS



               Ash, can you see this.







     INT. ASH'S BLISTER - DAY                               65







     Ash looking at the craft on a screen.







                              ASH



               Yeah.  Never seen one like it.



               Neither has Mother.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Keep checking for enhancement.







                              ASH



               Whatever the transmission is,



               it's inside that.







                              KANE



                      (voice over)



               I'll go in and have a look.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Hold on.  Ash, I don't see any



               lights or movements.  Do you.







                              ASH



               I can't get any reading.







     EXT. PLANET - DAY                                      66







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               It's putting out so much power



               I just can't get any reading.







     Dallas shuts off his receiver.



     Sudden quiet.



     A long moment.







                              DALLAS



               It looks pretty dead from here.



               We'll approach the base.







     They move toward the ship.







     INT. BLISTER - DAY                                     67







     Ash still adjusting image of form in rock.



     It suddenly resolves.



     A skeleton.  Fifteen feet long.



     He enlarges the image.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               There's only one thing I can...







     Dallas' voice fades in and out.



     As do their images on the screen.







                              ASH



               Dallas...



                      (frantically punches



                      buttons on console)



               Dallas...Do you read me.







     No reply.







     INT. BRIDGE - DAY                                      67-A







     Ripley is running the transmission through ECIU.



     Over the speakers Dallas' voice fades in.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               No sign of life.  No lights...



               No movement...







     She studies a long series of binary programs...







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               We're beneath the base.







     His voice fades into static.



     Disappears.







                                                    CUT TO:







     EXT. STRUCTURE - DAY                                   68







     The lower part of the entrance filled with dust and pumice.







                              KANE



               Looks like an entrance.







                              DALLAS



               Yeah... Let's move inside...







     They climb up to one of the apertures and enter.







     INT. CHAMBER - DAY                                     69







     They move into a high-ceilinged chamber.



     Walls covered with shadowy lattices.



     Ghostly light filters dust-filled air.



     A few meters in an opening appears.



     Dallas leans over and looks into the hole.



     Only blackness.



     He unclips the light from his belt.



     Shines it down into the hole.







                              DALLAS



               It just goes down... smooth walls.



               I can't see the bottom, light



               won't reach.







     Kane and Lambert come over.



     Dallas begins unclipping gear from his belt.







                              DALLAS



               Let's take a look around here



               first.







     Kane and Lambert exchange a glance.



     Dallas shines his light about, sees...



     A large, glossy urn, tan coloration.



     Round opening at the rop, empty within.



     Then Dallas shines his light on nearby lattice...



     Moves closer.







                              DALLAS



               Over here.







     They approach.



     Train their lights along the floor.



     A machine.



     On the mechanism, a small bar moves steadily back



     and forth.



     Sliding noiselessly in the grooves.







                              KANE



               Still functioning.







     Lambert looks down at her direction finder.







                              LAMBERT



               Automatic recording.







     Dallas snaps it off.







                              DALLAS



               Now for a look down below.



                      (looks at Kane)



               This is your big chance.







                              KANE



               Okay.







                              DALLAS



               Don't unhook yourself from the



               cable.  Be out in less than ten



               minutes.  Read me.







                              KANE



               Aye aye.







     Dallas rigs a tripod over the opening in the floor.



     Unspools a couple of feet of wire.



     Kane attaches the end of it to his chest unit.



     Climbs over the lip and drops it into the hole.



     Now hanging by the wire...



     Head and shoulders out of the opening.



     Kane activates the climbing unit.



     Lowers himself into the fissure.







     INT. STRUCTURE OPENING                                 70







     Kane braces his feet against the wall of the vertical shaft.



     Switches on his light, points it into the depths.



     The beam penetrates only thirty feet or so, then is lost in



     darkness.







                              KANE



               Hotter in here.  Warm air rising



               from below.







     He starts down, playing out the line.



     Descending in short leaps.



     Stops to catch his breath.



     Breathing rasping loudly in his helmet.



     A little sunlight filters from above.



     Looking up, Kane can see the mouth of the hole...



     A glowing spot of light.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               You okay in there.







                              KANE



               Haven't hit bottom yet.



               This is work.  Can't talk now.







     He kicks off and continues down.



     Taking longer and longer hops as he gains confidence.



     Pausing for a moment to regain his breath, he shines the



     light on his instruments.







                              KANE



               I'm below ground level.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            71







     Ripley at her console, still working on transmission.



     Gets a readout.



     Looks worried.



     Speaks into communicator.







                              RIPLEY



               Ash, tell Dallas Mother speculates



               that the noise is some kind of



               warning.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               I can't tell him anything.  I've



               lost contact.  The transmission



               around the ship is killing all



               communications.







     Pause.







                              RIPLEY



               I'm going out after them.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               I don't think so.  We can't



               spare the personnel.  We've



               got minimum takeoff capability



               right now.  That's why Dallas



               left us on board.







                              RIPLEY



               I still think we should go after



               them.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               What's the point.  In the time



               it take to get there.  They'll



               know if it's a warning.







     Ripley looks steadily at Ash on her monitor.



     His screen, not visible to her, shows blowup of helmeted,



     skeletal head.  Not human.







     INT. STRUCTURE                                         72







     Kane resumes his downward climb.



     Suddenly, his feet lose their purchase as the walls of the



     shaft disappear.



     The tunnel has reached its end.



     Below him is a dark, cavernous space.



     Deep breaths due to his violent exertion.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               See anything?







                              KANE



               No...Tunnel's gone.  Cave or



               something below me.  Feels like



               the goddamn tropics in here...







     He consults his instruments.



     Helmet instrumentation strobing softly in the darkness.







                              KANE



               ...high nitrogen content, no



               oxygen...







     Still puffing, he releases his purchase on the stone walls.



     Begins to lower himself on power.



     Now Kane is dangling free in darkness.



     Spinning slowly on the wire as the chest unit unwinds.



     Then his feet hit bottom.



     Kane grunts in surprise, almost loses his balance.



     He flashes his suit lights.



     The beams reveal that he is in a large hold.



     Row after row of extrusions stretch from floor to ceiling.







                              KANE



               This is weird.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               What do you mean.







                              KANE



               There's something all over the



               walls.







     Kane walks across the chamber.



     Examines the organic protrusions.







     INT. CHAMBER ABOVE                                     73







     Dallas and Lambert.







                              DALLAS



               How long till sunset.







                              LAMBERT



               Twenty minutes.







     A look from Lambert.







     INT. HOLD                                         74







     Kane approaches the center of the room.



     On the floor are rows of leathery ovoid shapes.



     He walks around them.



     Shines his light on one.







                              KANE



               It's like some kind of storage



               area.  Is anybody there.  Do



               you read me.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Loud and clear.







                              KANE



               The place is full of leathery



               things sealed...soft to the



               touch.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Can you see what's in them.







                              KANE



               I'll give it a look.







     He tries to open one of them.



     It won't open.







                              KANE



               Strange feeling to it.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Don't open it.  You don't know



               what's in it.







     Kane peers closely at the leathery ovoids.



     Turns away.



     Raised areas begin to appear where he touched it.



     He moves his light along the rows.



     Turns back to the one he was examining.



     Something has changed.



     The opaque surface begins to clear.



     Object becoming visible within.



     Kane shines his light on the floor at the base of it.



     He studies it.







                              KANE



               Jesus...







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               What.







     Viscera and mandible now visible.



     The interior surface spongy and irregular.



     Kane shines the light inside.



     With shocking violence, a small creature smashes outward.



     Fixes itself to his mask.



     Sizzling sound.



     The creature melts through the mask.



     Attaches itself to Kane's face.



     Kane tears at the thing with his hands.



     His mouth forced open.



     He falls backward.







     INT. CHAMBER ABOVE                                     75







                              DALLAS



               Kane...Kane can you hear me.







                              LAMBERT



               What's the matter.







                              DALLAS



               We better haul him out.







                              LAMBERT



               It'll yank him right off his feet



               if he's not expecting it.







                              DALLAS



               Try him again.







                              LAMBERT



               Kane...Kane...Goddamn it.  Answer



               me.







     Dallas begins to fiddle with the wench mechanism.







                              DALLAS



               The line's slack.







     Pause.







                              LAMBERT



               He doesn't answer.



                      (pause)



               Do you think he could have unhooked



               himself.







     Dallas switches on the winch motor.



     With a whine, it begins to reel the line in.



     After a moment the line tightens with a jerk.



     The motor slows, laboring under added weight.







                              DALLAS



               It caught.







                              LAMBERT



               Is it hooked on something.







                              DALLAS



               No, it's coming.







                              LAMBERT



               I can't see anything.







     Dallas shines his light down into the hole.



     Shakes his head.







                              DALLAS



               Line's still moving.







     A long moment.



     Dallas shines his light again.







                              DALLAS



               Here he comes.







     The winch labors heavily.







                              DALLAS



               Get ready to grab him.







     Kane appears at the top of the opening.



     Dangles limply from the wire.



     Dallas reaches for him, then recoils.







                              DALLAS



               Look out.  There's something on



               his face.







     Lambert attempts to help.







                              LAMBERT



               What is it.







     Kane appears to be completely unconscious.



     The life form is still wrapped motionless around his face.







                              LAMBERT



               Oh Jesus.







                              DALLAS



               Don't touch it.







     They grapple with Kane's limp body.



     Lift him from the hole.







     INT. ENTRANCE TO DERELICT - SUNSET                     75-A







     Kane is now pinioned betweeb Dallas and Lambert.



     The storm raging through and beyond the entrance...



     Dallas begins to assemble travois.







     EXT. THE NOSTROMO - SUNSET                             75-B







     Atmosphere turning the color of blood.



     And the sun is down.



     The ring of floodlights on the ship comes to life.



     Feebly combatting the darkness and continuing storm.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            76







     Jones the cat staring through a port opening at the storm.



     Ripley waiting on the bridge.



     Ash stares at his inactive monitors.



     Suddenly:







                              ASH



               We've got them.  They're back



               on the screens.







                              RIPLEY



               How many.







                              ASH



               Three blips.  They're coming



               this way.







     Ripley presses transmitter.







                              RIPLEY



               Dallas, Lambert.  Can you read me.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               We hear you.  We're coming back...



               Kane's injured... We'll need some



               help getting him in.







     Ripley stares at the screen.







                              ASH



               I'll go.







     Ash moves from the room.



     Ripley remains seated at her console.







     EXT. LANDING LEG - NIGHT                               76-a







     Dallas and Lambert dragging Kane on a travois towards landing



     leg.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK                          77







     Ash comes down the steps.



     Hurries to the inner door lock.



     Presses the wall voice-amp.







                              ASH



               Ripley, I'm by the inner lock



               hatch.







                              RIPLEY



                      (voice over)



               Okay.







     EXT. LANDING LEG - NIGHT                               77-A







     Dallas and Lambert drag Kane onto lift platform.







                                                      OUT   78







     INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK                          79







     Parker comes running up.







                              PARKER



               What's going on.







                              ASH



               Kane got hurt somehow.







                              PARKER



               How bad.







     Ash shrugs.



     Brett appears at the top of the companionway.



     Puzzled look on his face.







     INT. BRIDGE                                            80







     Ripley seated alone in the room.



     Dallas appears as a huge image on all screens.



     Lambert behind him.



     Kane pinioned to Dallas.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Ripley, are you there.







                              RIPLEY



               Right here.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               We're coming up.  Open the



               lock.







                              RIPLEY



               What happened to Kane.  I need



               a clear definition.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Some kind of organism.  It's



               attached itself to him.  Let



               is in.



                      (long moment)



               You hear me.  Open the lock.







                             RIPLEY



               If we let it in, the ship could



               be infected.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Goddamn it.  Open the hatch.







                              RIPLEY



               We're already broken every rule



               or quarantine.  If we bring an



               organism on board, we won't have



               a single layer of defense left.







                              LAMBERT



                      (voice over)



               Open the God damn hatch.  We



               have to get him inside.







                              RIPLEY



               I can't.  If you were in my



               position you'd do the same.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK                          81







                              DALLAS



                         (voice over)



               Ripley, do you hear me.







                              RIPLEY



                         (voice over)



               I read you.  The answer is negative.







     Ash hits the emergency switch.



     A red light goes on.



     Servo whine.



     Followed by a solid metallic chunk.







                              ASH



               Inner hatch open.







     INT. BRIDGE - NIGHT                                    82







     Ripley staring at the console.



     She can't believe what she sees.



     Turns to the viewscreens.



     Watches Dallas, Kane and Lambert enter.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK                          83







     The servo again turns over.



     Another clunk.



     The outer door has closed.



     Red light off.



     The inner door slides open.



     Dallas and Lambert stagger into passageway.



     Carry Kane's body between them.



     Dallas pulls off his helmet.







                              DALLAS



               Stay clear.







     Ash and Parker move back.







                              ASH



               God.







                              PARKER



               Is it alive.







                              LAMBERT



               I don't know, but don't touch it.







                              DALLAS



               Take him to the infirmary.







                              BRETT



               Right.







     Ash and Brett move in carefully to help with the limp burden.







     INT. INFIRMARY                                         84







     Kane's helmet.



     Hands begin to open it with a laser cutter.



     The helmet separates easily.



     The two halves part...



     ...The life form slowly pulsing on Kane's face.



     Dallas hesitates, then puts his hand on the small Creature.



     Tries to pull it free.



     Unsuccessful.



     The Alien remains anchored to Kane's tissue.







                              ASH



               Let me try.







     Ash takes a pair of pliers from a rack.



     Carefully grasps the tip of the Creature.



     Squeezes tightly.



     Leans back.







                              DALLAS



               You're tearing his face.







     A trickle of blood appears on Kane's cheek.







                              BRETT



               It's not going to come off without



               pulling his whole faceoff at the



               same time.







                              DALLAS



               Let the machine work on him.







     The Ash presses a switch.



     The machine lights up.



     Kane is sucked into a slot on the wall.



     Visible inside through the glass layer.



     A blinding colored light performs antisepsis.



     Two video monitors pop on.







     ANGLE ON THE DOORWAY                                   84-A







     Ripley appears.



     Dallas turns and looks at her.



     A long moment.







                              DALLAS



               When I give an order, I expect



               it to be obeyed.







                              RIPLEY



               Even if it's against the law.







                              DALLAS



               That's right.







     Lambert steps forward and slaps Ripley across the face.



     Ripley slowly puts her hand to her cheek.







                              LAMBERT



               You were going to leave us out there.







                              PARKER



               Maybe she should have.  Who the



               hell knows what that is.







                              BRETT



               Right.







     Ripley looks at Lambert.



     A moment.







                              RIPLEY



               Let's call it settled.







     Lambert gives her a curt nod.



     Ash turns attention to the instrumentation.







                              RIPLEY



               Somebody fill me in.







                              DALLAS



               He went into the structure alone,



               we lost radio contact.  When we



               pulled him out, it was on his face...







                              ASH



               Where did it come from...







                              DALLAS



               Somewhere inside that ship.







                              PARKER



               How the hell is he breathing.







     They study the monitors.







                              ASH



               Blood's throughly oxygenated.







                              DALLAS



               How.  His nose and mouth seem



               to be blocked.







                              ASH



               We better look inside his head.







     Ash punches three buttons.



     An X-ray image appears.



     A color depiction of Kane's head and upper torso.



     The Alien is clearly visible.



     A maze of complicated biology.



     Kane's jaws are forced open.



     The creature has extruded a long tube down his mouth and



     throat.



     The appendage ending at the base of the esophagus.







                              BRETT



               It's got something down his goddamn



               throat.







                              ASH



               That must be how it's getting



               oxygen to him.







                              RIPLEY



               It doesn't make sense.  It paralyzes



               him, puts him into a coma, then



               keeps him alive.







                              PARKER



               Let's kill it.  We can't leave the



               damn thing on him.







                              ASH



               I don't know.  At the moment the



               Creature is keeping him alive.



               If we remove it we might



               terminate Kane...







                              DALLAS



               I don't think so.  Let's take the



               chance and cut it off him.







                              ASH



               You'll take the responsibility.







                              DALLAS



               That's right.







     Slips into surgical gloves.



     Presses a switch, Kane slides back out of the booth.







                              DALLAS



               Give me the knife.







     Ripley takes a surgical laser blade from the case.



     Carefully passes it to Dallas.



     He manipulates the knife until he has a comfortable grip.



     Flicks a small button with his thumb.



     The blade begins to hum.



     Dallas advances on Kane's prostrate form.



     Touches the scalpel to the Creature.



     The electronic blade slices effortlessly downward.



     Suddenly a urine-like fluid begins to drip from the wound.







                              DALLAS



               Starting to bleed.







     The liquid flows onto the bedding next to Kane's head.



     Starts to hiss.



     Smoke curls up from the stain.



     Next the yellow fluid eats a hole through the bunk bed.



     Then drips onto the deck below.



     Metal bubbling and sizzling.



     More smoke rising, sending the crew into a coughing jag.



     The crew jostle their way out of the cabin.



     Huddle in the passageway outside, still coughing.



     Dallas frantically applies pressure to the wound.



     In the process, smoke of the fluid gets on Dallas's gloves.



     They begin to smoke.



     Dallas leaps back, pulls them off.



     Then runs out into the corridor.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY OUTSIDE INFIRMARY                      85







                              BRETT



               Shit.  It's going to eat through



               the decks and go out the hull...







     He starta to run for the companionway.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "B" DECK                             86







     Dallas wrenches an emergency lamp from a socket.



     Hurls himself down a companionway.



     The others follow.







                              DALLAS



               There.







     A droplet of fluid is sizzling on the ceiling bulkhead.



     It oozes down.



     Drips to the deck.



     Continues to bubble.



     Then goes through the bulkhead.







                              ASH



               What can we put under it.







     Ripley and Parker charge down the companionway below.







     INT. SECOND LEVEL - "C" DECK                           87







     Ripley and Parker move cautiously down the passageway.



     Look up to the ceiling bulkhead.







                              PARKER



               Don't get under it.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "B" DECK                             88







     Dallas, Brett and Ash crouch by the spot where the acid



     sizzles.



     Ash fishes a pen out of his pocket.



     Probes the hole in the deck.







                              ASH



               It's stopped penetrating.







     Ripley comes charging back up.







                              RIPLEY



               What's happening.







                              ASH



               I think it's lost steam.  No



               longer active.







     Ripley checks the opening.



     Ash straightens up.



     Starts to put the pen back in his pocket.



     Changes his mind and stands holding it by the end.







                              ASH



               I've never seen anything like that,



               except molecular acid...







                              BRETT



               This thing uses it for blood.







                              ASH



               It's the asbestos that stopped it,



               otherwise it would have gone straight



               through.







                              DALLAS



               Wonderful defense mechanism.



               You don't dare kill it.







     Parker comes up the companionway.







                              PARKER



               It's stopped bleeding.







                              DALLAS



               Yeah.  After is penetrated two



               levels.







                              RIPLEY



               What about Kane.







     Starts up companionway.







     INT. INFIRMARY                                         89







     They return.



     Kane still motionless on the bunk.



     The Alien remains secured to his face.



     Wound completely healed over.







                              PARKER



               Any of the acid get on him.







     Dallas approaches, peers at Kane's head.







                              DALLAS



               Doesn't look like it.







                              BRETT



               Is it still dripping that crap.







                              ASH



               Healed over.







                              LAMBERT



               There must be some way we can get



               it off.







     And look at Dallas.







                              ASH



               I don't think you ought to try



               again.  It didn't work out too well



               last time.







     Dallas gives him a look in return.



     Ripley presses a button.



     Kane slides back into the diagnostic coffin.



     More buttons pressed.



     Display lights up again, showing the different parts of



     Kane's body.







                              ASH



               I better get some intravenous



               feeding started.  So far I can't



               tell what the Alien has absorbed



               from his system.







     The machine begins to process Kane's body.







                              RIPLEY



               What's the stain on his lungs.







     The X-ray reveals a spreading dark blot in the chest cavity.



     At the center, the stain is completely opaque.







                              ASH



               Whatever it is, it's blocking



               the X-ray.







     A long moment.



     The stain spreads.







                              BRETT



               What happens know.







     Ash sets aside his partially melted pen.



     Looks at Dallas.







                              DALLAS



               You go back to work.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE                               90







     Brett at work in the cubicle.



     Parker supervising him.







                              BRETT



               I think I've got it.  Give it a



               try.







     Parker pushes a button.



     Negative reaction on his monitor.







                              PARKER



               Nothing.







                              BRETT



               Damn.  I was sure that was it.







                              PARKER



               Well, it wasn't.  Try the next one.







                              BRETT



               Right.







     Adjusts several toggles.







                              RIPLEY



                      (voice over)



               What's happening.







                              PARKER



               This goddamn woman.  I'll tell



               her what's happening.  My Johnson



               is happening.



                      (punches the communicator)



               A lot of hard work.  Real work.







     INT. BRIDGE - NIGHT                                    91







                              PARKER



                      (voice over)



               You ought to try it sometime.







                              RIPLEY



               I've got the toughest job on



               this ship...







     Derisive laugh from Parker through the speaker.







                              RIPLEY



               I have to listen to your bullshit.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE                               92







                              PARKER



               Get off my back.







                              RIPLEY



                      (voice over)



               I'll get off your back when 12



               module is fixed.







     She clicks off.



     Parker turns away.







                              PARKER



               Smart mouth broad.







     INT. INFIRMARY                                         93







     Ash running test on the equipment.



     Kane respirating on the view screens above.



     Still deep within a coma.



     All instruments recording his life processes.



     The Alien's position unchanged.



     Ripley approaches.



     Sits near Ash.







                              RIPLEY



               Anything new.







                              ASH



               He's holding, no changes.







                              RIPLEY



               What about the Creature.







                              ASH



               It's got an outer layer of protein



               polysaccharides.  A lot of Amino



               Acids for prolonged reistance to



               adverse environmental conditions...



               That enough for you.







                              RIPLEY



               Plenty.  What's it mean.







                              ASH



               Interesting combination of elements



               making it one tough little son-of-



               a-bitch...







                              RIPLEY



               Is that why you let it in.







                              ASH



               I was following a direct order.



               Remember.







                              RIPLEY



               While Dallas and Kane are off



               the ship, I'm Senior Officer.







                              ASH



               Yes, of course -- I forgot.







                              RIPLEY



               You also forgot the science division's



               basic quarantine law.







                              ASH



               No.  that I didn't forget.







                              RIPLEY



               You just broke it.







                              ASH



               What would you have done with Kane...



               His only chance at staying alive



               was to get into the infirmary.







                              RIPLEY



              By breaking quarantine procedure



              you risk everybody's life.







                              ASH



               Maybe I should have let him die



               out there.  Maybe I have jeopardized



               the rest of us...It's a risk I'm



               willing to take.







                              RIPLEY



               This is your official position as



               a science officer.  Not exactly out



               of the manual.







                              ASH



               The first position of science is



               the protection and betterment of



               human life.  I take my responsibility



               as seriously as you do... you do your



               job and I'll do mine.







     Ripley stands...looks at Ash.



     Walks out.







     INT. MESS                                              94







     Lambert playing with some string, amusing Jones.



     Cat's Cradle.



     Both looking bored.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE                               95







     Parker and Brett at work on the final intake screen.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                         96







     Dallas listening to a primitive tape.



     His foot tapping with the rhythm.



     Beep.



     An interruption on the communicator.







                              DALLAS



               Dallas.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               I think you should have a



               look at Kane.  Something's



               happened.







                              DALLAS



               Serious.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               Interesting.







     Dallas exits.







     INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE IMFIRMARY WINDOW                 97







     Ash stares through window.



     Dallas joins him.



     Ripley appears behind.



     A long pause.







                              DALLAS



               It's gone.







     Kane's prone form.



     The Alien is no longer on his face.



     Kane still unconscious, but continues to breathe.



     Face covered with sucker marks.







                              RIPLEY



               The door is closed.  It must still



               be in there.







                              ASH



               We can't open the door.  We don't



               want to let it out.







                              RIPLEY



               Yeah, I remember.  We can't grab



               it.  We can't kill it...







                              DALLAS



               Maybe we can catch it.







                              ASH



               As long as we're careful not to



               damage it.











     INT. INFIRMARY                                         97-A







     They enter cautiously.



     Dallas begins moving slowly around the room.



     Picking up a stainless steel tray.



     Looking.



     Ash and Ripley do the same.



     Ripley bends down and peers under the bunk.



     Nothing.



     Accidentally kicks over a tray.



     She stands.



     Doesn't see the Alien on a ledge above her.



     Her shoulder brushes against the Creature.



     It drops on her.



     She screams.  Twists.



     The Alien drops to the floor.



     Then lies motionless.



     Its skin faded to a dead-looking grey.



     Ripley doesn't raise her eyes from the Creature.



     Prods the Alien.



     No response.







                              ASH



               I think it's dead.



                      (looks to Ripley)



               You okay.







                              RIPLEY



               Yeah.







     She carefully touches the Creature with a metal probe.



     Fishes the motionless life-form into the tray.



     Quickly closes the lid.



     Lifts it onto a stainless steel table.



     Bright light trained on the Alien.







     The Creature in a supine position.



     Ash touches at the Alien with a surgical instrument.







                              ASH



               Look at those suckers.  No wonder



               we couldn't get it off him.







                              RIPLEY



               Where's its mouth.







                              ASH



               It's this tube-thing, up in



               here.



                      (carefully extracts



                      the end of the organ)



               It's hardening.



                      (slips the Creature



                      under a fluoroscope)



               It's dead.  No life sign whatever.







                              RIPLEY



               Let's get rid of it.







                              ASH



               This has to go back.  This is



               our first contact with a



               specimen like this.  All kinds



               of tests need to be run.







                              RIPLEY



               That thing bled acid.  God



               knows what it'll do when



               it's dead.







                              ASH



               I think it's safe to assume



               it's not a zombie... Dallas, we



               have to keep this specimen.







     Pause.







                              DALLAS



               You're the science officer.  It's



               your decision.







                              ASH



               Then it's made... I'll seal it



               in a stasis tube.







     Pause.







                              RIPLEY



               What about Kane.







     Ash turns back to the bunk.



     Studies the life support gauges.



     Kane continues to breathe steadily.







                              ASH



               Running a fever.  And still



               unconscious.  The machine will



               bring his temperature down.



               His vital functions are strong...



               who knows, he may make it.







     Ash begins to seal the Alien in a large vacuum tube.







                              RIPLEY



               I need some coffee.







     She turns and walks away.







     INT. COMPUTER ANNEX                                    98







     Ripley and Dallas.







                              RIPLEY



               How could you leave that kind



               of decision to him.







                              DALLAS



               I just run the ship.  Anything



               that has to do with science



               division, Ash has the final word.







                              RIPLEY



               How does that happen.







                              DALLAS



               Same way everything else happens.



               Orders from the Company.







                              RIPLEY



               Since when is that standard



               procedure.







                              DALLAS



               Standard procedure is do what



               they tell you... Besides, I only



               know about flying... I haul cargo



               for a living.







                              RIPLEY



               Did you ship out with Ash before.







                              DALLAS



               First time.  I went five hauls



               with another science man.  Then



               two days before we left Thedus,



               replaced him with Ash.







     She looks at him.







                              DALLAS



               So what.  They replaced my



               warrant officer with you.







                              RIPLEY



               I don't trust him.







                              DALLAS



               I don't trust anybody...What's



               holding up repairs.







                              RIPLEY



               They're pretty much finished now.







                              DALLAS



               Why didn't you say so?







                              RIPLEY



               There are still some thing left



               to do.







                              DALLAS



               Like what?







                              RIPLEY



               We're blind on B and C decks.



               Reserve power systems blown...







                              DALLAS



               That's crap.  We can take off



               without them.







                              RIPLEY



               Is that a good idea.







                              DALLAS



               I want to get out of here.



               Let's get this turkey off the



               ground.







     EXT. PLANET - SUNRISE                                  99







     The Nostromo's engines roaring.



     Belching out streams of superheated air.



     The starship vibrates.



     Begins to surge forward.







     INT. BRIDGE - SUNRISE                                 100







     The crew at their posts.



     An electrical hum permeates the air.







                              RIPLEY



               Lock tractor beams.







     The pitch of the hum changes.



     The ship levels itself.







                              RIPLEY



               Retract leading struts.







     EXT. PLANET - SUNSIRE                                 101







     The Nostromo hovering above the ground.



     Held on beams of shimmering force.



     The landing struts begin folding.







     INT. BRIDGE - DAY                                     102







                              DALLAS



               Take us up.







     Lambert bends over the voice amplifier.







                              LAMBERT



               One kilometer on ascension.







     INT. PLANET                                           103







     The Nostromo begins to levitate skyward.



     Seemingly pushing upward on the beams of light.







     INT. BRIDGE - DAY                                     104







     The ship continues vibrating.







                              DALLAS



               Switch on lifter quads.







     A powerful, deep throbbing begins.



     The vibrations increase.







                              RIPLEY



                      (into speaker)



               Everything holding together



               down there.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE                              105







     Parker and Brett strapped in and vibrating.







                              PARKER



               We fix something it stays fixed.







                              BRETT



               Right.







     EXT. NOSTROMO - DAY                                   106







     The starship hovering below cloud ceiling.



     THen begins to accelerate through the dense atmosphere.







     INT. BRIDGE - DAY                                     107







     All viewscreens operational.







                              DALLAS



               Engage artificial gravity.







     Lambert throws a switch.



     The ship lurches.







                              LAMBERT



               Engaged.







                              DALLAS



               Altering the vector now.







     A huge tremor runs throughout the ship.







                              PARKER'S VOICE



                      (o.s.)



               Dust is clogging the damn intakes



               again.  We're overloading.







                              DALLAS



               Just hold us together until



               we're beyond G1...







     The pitch of the engines changes...deepens.







     EXT. NOSTROMO - DAY                                   108







     The ship moves at an acute angle.



     Slices through the boiling clouds.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE                              109







     Parker and Brett watching the guages.







     INT. BRIDGE - DAY                                     110







     Outside the screens, clouds, clouds, clouds.



     Another tremor runs through the ship.



     The crew's eyes riveted to their instruments.







                              DALLAS



               Let's pick up the money and go



               home.







     EXT. NOSTROMO                                         111







     The ship clears the top of the cloud layer.



     Bursts out into star-sprinkled space.



     Trailing a wake of glimmering dust flecks.



     Attached itself to the hovering refinery.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM CUBICLE                              111-A







     Brett waves his arms in exultation.







                              BRETT



               We did it







                              PARKER



               Walk in the park.  When we fix



               something it stays fixed.







     Big smiles.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           112







     The Nostromo now safely beyong gravity.







                              DALLAS



               Set our course and get us up



               to light plus four.







     Lambert begins punching buttons.







                              LAMBERT



               Feets get me out of here.







     EXT. OUTER SPACE                                      113







     The Nostromo now at light speed.



     Preceptible movement in the surrounding universe.



     A corona effect emerges.



     Stars approaching the Nostromo appear blue.



     Receding stars going to amber.



     Redshift, made visible because of the craft's velocity.







     INT. MESS                                         114







     Parker, Brett, Dallas and Ripley around the table.



     Drinking coffee.







                              PARKER



               The best thing to do is just to



               freeze him.  Stop the goddam



               disease.  He can get a doctor to



               look at him when we get back home.







                              BRETT



               Right.







                              RIPLEY



               Whenever he says anything you say



               'right'.  You know that, Brett.







                              BRETT



               Right.







                              RIPLEY



               What do you think, Parker.  Your



               staff just follows you around and



               says 'right'.  Like a regular parrot.







     Parker turns to Brett.







                              PARKER



               Yeah.  Shape up.  What are you,



               some kind of parrot.







                              BRETT



               Right.







                              DALLAS



               Knock it off... Kane will have



               to go into quarantine.







                              RIPLEY



               Yeah.  And so will we.







     Lambert enters.







                              LAMBERT



               How about a little something to



               lower your spirits.







                             DALLAS



              Thrill me.







                              LAMBERT



               According to my calculations...



               based on the time spent getting



               to and from the planet and the



               speed at which it's moving away



               from the other...







                              DALLAS



               Give me the short version...







                              LAMBERT



               It'll take us six weeks to get



               back on course.







                              DALLAS



               How far to Earth.







                              LAMBERT



               Ten months.







                              RIPLEY



               Christ.







     Beep.







                              DALLAS



               Dallas.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               Come and see Kane right away...







                              DALLAS



               Any change in his condition.







                              ASH



                      (voice over)



               It's simpler if you just come



               see him.







                                                     OUT   115







     INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE INFIRMARY WINDOW                116







     What they see is...Not what they expect.



     Kane is sitting up in bed...wide awake.



     They enter...







                              LAMBERT



               Kane...Are you all right.







                              KANE



               Mouth's dry...can I have some



               water.







     Instantly, Ash brings him a plastic cup and water.



     Kane gulps it down in a swallow.







                              KANE



               More.







     Ripley quickly fills a much bigger container.



     Hands it to Kane.



     He greedily consumes the entire contents.



     Then sags back, panting, on the bunk.







                              DALLAS



               How do you feel.







                              KANE



               Terrible.  What happened to me.







                              ASH



               You don't remember.







                              KANE



               Don't remember anything.  I can



               barely remember my name.







                              PARKER



               Do you hurt.







                              KANE



               All over.  Feel like somebody's



               been beating me with a stick



               for about six years.



                      (smiles)



               God, I'm hungry.







                              RIPLEY



               What's the last thing you can



               remember.







                              KANE



               I don't know.







                              DALLAS



               Do you remember what happened



               on the planet.







                              KANE



               Just some horrible dream



               about smothering.  Where



               are we.







                              RIPLEY



               We're on our way home.







                              BRETT



               Getting ready to go back into



               the freezers.







                              KANE



               I'm starving.  I want some food



               first.







                              PARKER



               I'm pretty hungry myself.







                              DALLAS



               One meal before bed.







     INT. MESS                                         117







     The entire crew is seated.



     Hungrily swallowing huge portions of artificial food.



     The cat eats from a dish on the table.







                              KANE



               First thing I'm going to do when



               we get back is eat some decent



               food.







                              PARKER



               I've had worse than this, but



               I've had better too, if you know



               what I mean.







                              LAMBERT



               Christ, you're pounding down this



               stuff like there's no tomorrow.







     Pause.







                              PARKER



               I mean I like it.







                              KANE



               No kidding.







                              PARKER



               Yeah.  It grows on you.







                              KANE



               It should.  You know what they



               make this stuff out of...







                              PARKER



               I know what they make it out of.



               So what.  It's food now.  You're



               eating it.







     Suddenly Kane grimaces.







                              RIPLEY



               What's wrong.







     Kane's voice strains.







                              LAMBERT



               What's the matter.







                              KANE



               I don't know... I'm getting cramps.







     The others stare at him in alarm.



     Suddenly he makes a loud groaning noise.



     Clutches the edge of the table with his hands.



     Knuckles whitening.







                              ASH



               Breathe deeply.







     Kane screams.







                              KANE



               Oh God, it hurts so bad.



               It hurts.  It hurts.



                      (stands up)



               Ooooooh.







                              BRETT



               What is it.  What hurts.







     Kane's face screws into a mask of agony.



     He falls back into his chair.







                              KANE



               Ohmygooaaaahh.







     A red stain.



     Then a smear of blood blossoms on his chest.







     The fabric of his shirt is ripped apart.



     A small head the size of a man's fist pushes out.







     The crew shouts in panic.



     Leap back from the table.



     The cat spits, bolts away.







     The tiny head lunges forward.



     Comes spurting out of Kane's chest trailing a thick body.



     Splatters fluids and blood in its wake.



     Lands in the middle of the dishes and food.



     Wriggles away while the crew scatters.



     Then the Alien being disappears from sight.







     Kane lies slumped in his chair.



     Very dead.



     A huge hole in his chest.



     The dishes are scattered.



     Food covered with blood.







                              LAMBERT



               No, no, no, no, no.







                              BRETT



               What was that.  What the Christ



               was that.







                              PARKER



               It was growing in him the whole



               time and he didn't even know it.







                              ASH



               It used him for an incubator.







                              RIPLEY



               That means we've got another



               one.







                              DALLAS



               Yeah.  And it's loose on the



               ship.







     Slowly they gather around Kane's gutted corpse.



     Then they all look at one another.



     Then at Kane.



     Dead on the table.







     INT. CORRIDOR - "A" DECK                              118







     Empty.



     Parker and Brett descend companioway.



     They join Ash, Lambert, Ripley and Dallas.







                              DALLAS



               Any signs.







                              LAMBERT



               Nothing.







                              ASH



               Nothing.







                              PARKER



               Didn't see a goddamn thing.







                              BRETT



               Didn't see anything.







                              RIPLEY



               We can't go into hypersleep with



               that thing running loose.  We'd



               be sitting ducks in the freezers.



               We have to kill it first.







                              LAMBERT



               We can't kill it.  If we do, it



               will spill its body acids right



               through the hull...







                              BRETT



               Son-of-a-bitch.







                              RIPLEY



               We have to catch it and eject



               it from the ship.







                              ASH



               Our supplies are based on us



               spending a limited amount of



               time out of suspended animation.



               Strictly limited.







                              RIPLEY



               First we have to find it.







                              DALLAS



               No.  First we've got something



               else to do.







     He looks at Kane's body through mess doorway.







     INT. AIR LOCK                                         119







     Kane's body wrapped in a makeshift shroud.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           120







     The crew looking at Kane's body on view screens.



     Silent.



     Depressed.







                              DALLAS



               Inner hatch sealed.







     Ripley nods.







                              DALLAS



               Anybody want to say anything.







     Nothing to say.



     He nods to Ripley.



     She presses a button.







     INT. AIR LOCK                                         121







     The outer hatch opens.



     Yawning space outside.



     Kane's body shoots out into eternity.



     The hatch closes.







     INT. MESS                                         122







     The crew is assembled.







                              RIPLEY



               I've checked on the supplies.



               For about a week we can stay



               out of hypersleep.







                              BRETT



               Then what.







                              LAMBERT



               We run out of food and oxygen.







                              DALLAS



               All right, that's what we've got.



               A week.  It's plenty of time.







                              PARKER



               I say we put on our pressure



               suits and blow all the air out



               of the ship.  That might kill it.







                              LAMBERT



               What a swell idea.







                              PARKER



               What's wrong with it.







                              ASH



               We've got forty-eight hours of



               air in our pressure suits and



               it takes six months to get home.







                              LAMBERT



               Other than that...A swell idea.







     Parker won't give up on this idea.







                              PARKER



               Maybe we could out some kind



               of special lines to the tanks.



               Brett and I are pretty good



               practical engineers...We got



               us back up you know.







                              RIPLEY



               All by yourselves.







                              ASH



               I hate to point this out but



               it might be better off without



               oxygen.  It lived that way long



               enough.







                              RIPLEY



               There's another problem.  How



               do we find it.  There's no



               visual communication on B and



               C decks.  All the screens are



               out.







                              DALLAS



               We're going to have to flush it



               out.







                              ASH



               Sounds great...but how.







                              DALLAS



               Room by room, corridor by corridor.







     One of those suggestions that nobody likes.







                              LAMBERT



               And what do we do when we find it.







                              RIPLEY



               Trap it somehow.







                              BRETT



               If we had a really strong piece



               of net, we could bag it... I could



               put something together.  A long



               metal rod with a battery in it.



               Only take a few hours.







                              LAMBERT



               Why do we listen to this meathead.







     Dallas turns it over.







                              DALLAS



               He might be right...







     EXT. OUTER SPACE                                      123







     The Nostromo continues through the vortex.







     INT. INFIRMARY                                        124







     Dallas enters.



     Ash working at a read-out section.







                              DALLAS



               I want to talk.







                              ASH



               I'm a little busy at the



               moment.







     Pause.







                              DALLAS



               I don't care.







     Pause.







                              ASH



               All right, go ahead.







                              DALLAS



               Why did you let the Alien survive



               inside Kane.







                              ASH



               I'm not sure you're getting



               through to me.







                              DALLAS



               Mother was monitoring his body.



               You were monitoring Mother.  You



               must have had some idea of what



               was going on.







                              ASH



               What are you trying to say.







     A long moment.







                              DALLAS



               You want the Alien to stay alive



               ...I figure you have a reason.







                              ASH



               Name one.







                              DALLAS



               Look, we both work for the same



               company.  I just want to know



               what's going on.







                              ASH



               I don't know what the hell you're



               talking about.  And I don't like



               any of the insinuations.  The



               Alien is a dangerous form of



               life...I don't want it to stay



               alive any more than you do.







                              DALLAS



               You're sure.







                              ASH



               Yeah, I'm sure.  You should be



               too.







     Dallas walks out.



     Ash watches him go.



     Stares in his direction a long while...







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        125







     Dallas seated in the shuttle craft.



     Staring at the myriad lights of outer space.



     Ripley climbs beside him.







                              RIPLEY



               I thought I'd find you here.







     Dallas continues to stare.







                              DALLAS



               Are the nets finished.







     Pause.







                              RIPLEY



               We've got an hour...Look I



               need some relief.







                              DALLAS



               Why did you wait until now.







     Ripley leans forward.







                              RIPLEY



               Let me tell you something.  You



               keep staring out there long



               enough, they'll be peeling you



               off the wall.







     Ripley begins taking off her boots.







                              DALLAS



               We're the new pioneers, Ripley.



               We even get to have our own



               special disease.







                              RIPLEY



               I'm tired of talking.







     She rises and removes her upper garments.







                              DALLAS



               You waited too long.







                              RIPLEY



               Give it a try anyway.







     Clothing removed.



     His arms move around her.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           126







     The crew has assembled.



     Brett unfolds several yards of asbestos netting.



     Hands out five thin rods.



     Each of them like metal broom handles.







                              BRETT



               I put portable generators in



               each of these.  They're insulated



               down here.  Just be goddamn careful



               not to get your hand on the end.







     He touches the tip to a metal object.



     A blue spark leaps.







                              BRETT



               It won't damage the little bastard



               unless its skin is a lot thinner



               than ours...It'll just give it a



               little incentive.







                              LAMBERT



               Now if we could only find it.







     Ash picks up a portable unit.







                              ASH



               I've taken care of that...tracking



               device.  You set it to search for



               a moving object...It hasn't much



               range but when you get within a



               certain distance it starts beeping.







     Ripley takes the tracker from Ash's hand.







                              RIPLEY



               What's it key on.







                              ASH



               Micro changes in air density.



               Keep it pointed ahead of you.







                              DALLAS



               We'll break into two teams.



               Whoever finds it first catches



               it in the net and ejects it



               from the nearest air lock.



                      (pause)



               For starters, let's make sure



               the bridge is safe.







     Parker turns on his unit.



     Scans it around the room.







                              LAMBERT



               We seem to be okay...If this



               damn thing works.







                              DALLAS



               Ash and myself will go with



               Lambert.  Brett and Parker will



               make up the second team.  Ripley,



               you command it.







     They start doling out the equipment.







                              DALLAS



               Channels are open on all decks.



               We'll be in constant touch.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "A" LEVEL                           127







     Lambert and Dallas carry the net.



     Ash walks directly behind, carrying the tracking device.



     He continually scans from side to side.



     Lambert stops by a stairwell.







                              LAMBERT



               Anything down there.







     INT. ANOTHER PASSAGEWAY - "B" LEVEL                   128







     Parker and Ripley move silently along.



     Ripley ahead of them with the tracker by the stairwell.







                              RIPLEY



               Nothing.







     The move on.



     A small light flashes.







                              RIPLEY



               Hold it.  I've got something.







     Parker and Brett grow tense.



     Start looking around.







                              BRETT



               Where's it coming from.







     Ripley peers closely at the tracker.







                              RIPLEY



               Machine's screwed up.  I can't



               tell.  Needle's spinning all



               over the dial.







                              BRETT



               Goddamn, malfunction.







     Ripley turns the tracker on its side.



     The needles stabilize.







                              RIPLEY



               No, just confused.  It's



               coming from below us.







     They all look down at their feet.







     INT. MAINTENANCE - "C" LEVEL                          129







     Ripley, Parker and Brett come down ladder onto an endless



     oily corridor.



     They stop at the foot of the companionway...



     They move down corridor into darkness.







                              RIPLEY



               Okay.







     Looks at the tracker.







     Nods down the passageway.  Stops.







                              RIPLEY



               Back this way.







     They begin to walk in that direction.



     Entering drab section of the ship.



     Surrounded by deep shadows.



     Footsteps clanging on the metal deck.







                              RIPLEY



               I thought you fixed 12 module.







                              BRETT



               We did.







                              PARKER



               Circuits must have burned out.







     They switch on lights.



     Move around two turns.







                              RIPLEY



               Wait.







     They stop quickly, almost stumbling.







                              RIPLEY



               It's within five meters.







     Parker and Brett heft the net.



     Ripley has the prod in one hand, tracker in the other.



     Moves with great care.



     Almost in a half-crouch, ready to leap back.



     Prod extended, Ripley constantly glances at her tracker.



     The device leads her up to a small hatch in the bulkhead.



     Perspiration rivers down her face.



     She sets aside the tracker.



     Raises the prod, grasps the hatch handle.



     Yanks it open.



     Jams the electric prod inside.



     A nerve-shattering squall.



     Then a small creature comes flying out of the locker.



     Eyes glaring, claws flashing.



     Instinctively, they throw the net over it.







     Very annoyed.



     They open the net and release the captive.



     Which happens to be the cat.



     Hissing and spitting,. it scampers away.







                              RIPLEY



               God damn it...hold it.







                              PARKER



               We should have killed it...Now



               we might pick it up on the



               tracker again.







                              RIPLEY



               Go get it.  We'll go on.







                              BRETT



               Right.







     Ripley and Parker move down the passageway.



     Brett follows the direction taken by the cat.



     Moves across passageway into equipment maintenance area.







     INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA - "C" LEVEL           130







     Brett walking between rows of shadowed equipment.



     Looking for the cat.



     Nervous.







                              BRETT



               Jones...Here kitty...Jones...



               Goddamn it Jones.







     Scratching noises.



     A reassuring cat yowl.



     Brett moves on.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "C" LEVEL                           131







     Ripley and Parker walk along.



     Tracker signal weakens.



     Finally stops.







                              RIPLEY



               Nothing here.







                              PARKER



               Let's go back.







     INT. UNDERCARRIAGE ROOM - "C" LEVEL                   132







     Brett enters.



     Still looking for Jones.



     Another yowl followed by a hiss.



     Two eyes shining in the dark.



     Jones.



     Relieved, Brett moves toward the cat.







                              BRETT



               Here kitty...Come on Jones.







     Brett reaches for Jones.



     Jones hisses.



     An arm reaches for Brett.



     The Alien.



     Now seven feet tall.



     Hanging from the undercarriage strut in reverse position.



     Grabs Brett and swings up into darkness.



     Brett screams.



     To no avail...







     In the doorway Ripley and Parker.



     They witness the horror.







     INT. MESS                                         133







     The remaining crew assemble.



     Long faces.







                              LAMBERT



               Now what.







                              PARKER



               Blast the rotten bastard with



               a laser and take our chances.







                              RIPLEY



               No.  At its present size it's



               holding enough acid to tear a



               hole in this ship as big as this



               room.







                              ASH



               It wouldn't do any good.  It's



               self-regenerating.  You saw that



               when we operated on it.







                              RIPLEY



               The only plan that's going to



               work is the same one we had



               before.  Drive it into an air



               lock and blow it out into space.







                              PARKER



               Drive it...The son-of-a-bitch



               is huge.







                              LAMBERT



               For once he has a point.  How



               do we drive it.







                              RIPLEY



               The science department should



               be able to help...







                              ASH



               According to Mother, he's a



               primitive form of encephlepod...







                              LAMBERT



               How come it's a he.







                              ASH



               Just a phrase.  As a matter of



               fact he's both, bisexual or



               hermaphrodite to be precise.







                              DALLAS



               Skip its sex life.  How do



               we kill it.







                              ASH



               It seems to have adapted to



               an oxygen-rich atmosphere and



               it's certainly adapted well for



               its nutritional requirements.



               The only thing we don't know



               about is temperature.







                              RIPLEY



               Curious isn't it...That the



               Alien is an encephlepod...







                              ASH



               What's so curious about that.







                              RIPLEY



               It's curious because lower



               species can't adapt as quickly



               as higher ones.  And this one's



               doing very well.  A real survivor.



               Might even have as good a chance



               as we do.







                              ASH



               You're getting paranoid again.







                              RIPLEY



               All right.  What about the



               temperature.  What happens



               if we change it.







                              ASH



               Let's give it a try.  Most



               animals retreat from fire.







     Puase.







                              PARKER



               I can hook up a couple of



               incinerating units in about



               fifteen minutes.







     Pause.







                              DALLAS



               Anybody got any better ideas.







     Nobody does.







                              DALLAS



               Okay.  When Parker's ready,



               we'll work our way back down



               to 'C' deck.







     EXT. OUTER SPACE                                      133-A







     Nostromo at light plus four.







     INT. PASSAGEWAT - "B" LEVEL                           134







     Parker and Dallas lead.



     Armed with flamethrowers.



     They descend from companionway.



     Suddenly both tracking devices beep frantically.



     Sound of rending metal up ahead.



     The move forward cautiously.







                              DALLAS



               It's in that food locker.







     EXT. FOOD LOCKER NUMBER 12                            134-A







     More rending noises.







                              LAMBERT



               Jesus.  It must be huge.







                              PARKER



               It's got to be using the



               airshafts to move around...







     Dallas raises flamethrower.







                              DALLAS



               Do these things really work.







                              PARKER



               I made them didn't I.







                              RIPLEY



               That's what worries me.







     Dallas indicates door handle.



     Parker reluctantly takes it.







                              DALLAS



               Now.







     Parker wrenches open door.



     Dallas fires a long blast.  Another.



     Another and another...Silence.



     They move inside...







     INT. FOOD STORAGE LOCKER NUMBER 12 - "B" LEVEL        135







     Charred wreckage.



     Packages have been ripped to shreds.



     Foodstuffs scattered over the floor.



     Carefully, they poke through the smouldering garbage.







                              RIPLEY



               We didn't get him.







                              DALLAS



               This is where he went.







     On the wall, a ventilator grill has been ripped open.



     They move to the shredded ventilator.



     Shine their lights inside the shaft.







                              DALLAS



               This could work for us.  The



               duct comes out at the starboard



               air lock.  There's an exit on



               the way.  But we can close that



               off.  Then we drive it into the



               air lock and blast it into space.







                              LAMBERT



               Yeah.  All you have to do is



               crawl in the vent with it, find



               your way through the maze and



               hope it's afraid of fire.







                              DALLAS



               Well Parker, you wanted an



               equal share...







                              PARKER



               Yeah.







                              DALLAS



               Get in the pipe.







                              PARKER



               Why me.







                              DALLAS



               I just wanted to see you get



               your full share.







                              PARKER



               No way.







                              RIPLEY



               I'll go.







                              DALLAS



               Forget it.  You take the



               air lock.  Parker and Lambert



               cover the exit.











     No doubt as to who's going inside the vent.







     INT. STARBOARD AIR LOCK - VESTIBULE                   135-A







     Ripley stands in vestibule.



     Looks through the Bulkhead door to air lock.



     She throws a switch.



     Watches airshaft entrance into air lock open.



     The trap is ready.







     INT. MAINTENANCE LEVEL                                135-B







     Parker and Lambert get set.







     INT. FOOD STORAGE LOCKER NUMBER 12 - "B" LEVEL        136







     Ash hands Dallas the makeshift flamethrower.



     He fires a couple of short bursts.







                              DALLAS



               It's still working.







                              ASH



               Why do you have to go.  Why



               didn't you sent Ripley.







                              DALLAS



               It's my responsibility.  I let



               Kane go into the craft.  Now



               it's my turn.







                              ASH



               You're the captain.  It'll be



               harder on the rest of us, if



               we lose you.







                              DALLAS



               Nothing I do that Ripley can't.







                              ASH



               I don't agree.







                              DALLAS



               The decision is final.







     He removes the master computer key.



     Hands it to Ash.







                              DALLAS



               If I don't take it back,



               Ripley will need this.







     Ash nods.



     Dallas turns and climbs into the ventilator opening.



     Just large enough to crawl through.







     INT. AIR SHAFT                                        137







     Completely dark.



     Dallas turns on his helmet light.



     Flips switch on throat mike.







                              DALLAS



               Do you receive me.  Ripley.



               Parker.  Lambert.







     INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA                       138







     The hum of vast cooling plants.



     Large air shafts run off in different directions.



     Parker and Lambert stand ready by a duct.



     Lambert hits the wall amp button.







                              LAMBERT



               We're in position.  I'll try



               and pick you up on the tracker.







     Parker hefts his flamethrower.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Parker, if it tries to come



               out by you, make sure you drive



               it back in.  I'll push it forward.







                              PARKER



               Right.







     INT. AIR LOCK VESTIBULE                               139







     Near the starboard air lock.



     Ripley pops open the hatch.



     The air lock now open and ready.



     She moves to the air duct opening.







                              RIPLEY



               Air lock open.







                              DALLAS



                      (voice over)



               Ready.







                              RIPLEY



               Ready.







     INT. AIR SHAFT                                        140







     Dallas begins to crawl forward.



     The tunnel is narrow...



     Only a foot or two wider than his shoulders.







                              DALLAS



               I'm under way.







     Turns a corner.



     Several more tight turns.



     Instinctively Dallas pulls back.



     Raises the flamethrower.



     Fires a blast around the corner into the darkness.



     It roars loudly in the confined tube.



     Smoke drifts back into his face.







     INT. MAINTENANCE LEVEL                                141







     A large rectangular duct in one wall.







                              PARKER



               That's where it's got to come



               out, if it leaves the main shaft.







     He throws a switch.



     A metal pane rises and seals off the opening.







                              LAMBERT



               Let's keep it open.  I'd like



               to know if anything's coming.







     Reluctantly, Parker again throws the switch and raises the



     metal pane.







     INT. AIR LOCK VESTIBULE                               142







     Ripley waiting.







     INT. AIR SHAFT                                        143







     Dallas still crawling on hands and knees.



     Ahead the shaft takes an abrupt downward turn.



     He moves toward the corner.



     Fires another blast from the flamethrower.



     Then starts crawling down, head first.







     INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA                       143-A







     Lambert sees something on the tracker.







                              LAMBERT



               Beginning to get a reading on



               you.







     INT. AIR SHAFT                                        143-B







     The shaft makes yet another turn.



     Puts Dallas into an almost immobilized position.







     INT. FOOD STORAGE LOCKER NUMBER 12                    144







     Ash staring at the ventilator opening.







     INT. AIR SHAFT                                        145







     Dallas against a wall of the shaft.



     Clutching his flamethrower.



     Whispers into his throat mike.







                              DALLAS



               Ripley.







     INT. AIR LOCK VESTIBULE                               146







                              RIPLEY



               Read you clear.







     INT. AIR SHAFT                                        147







                              DALLAS



               I don't think this shaft goes



               much farther... It's getting hot



               in here.







     He readies the flamethrower.







     INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA                       148







     Parker readies his weapon.







     INT. AIR SHAFT - DOUBLE-TIERED PASSAGEWAY             149







     The air shaft tributary opens into a larger two-tier air



     tunnel.



     Dallas crawls out and stands.



     Moves to a catwalk floor.  Looks about.



     Moves forward.  Reaches a repair junction.



     Sits.







     His feet dangle beneath the catwalk floor to the next level.







                              DALLAS



               Lambert, what kind of reading



               are you getting.







     INT. MAINTENANCE LEVEL                                149-A







     Lambert huddled over her tracker.



     Puzzled.







                              LAMBERT



               I'm not sure.  There seems



               to be some kind of double



               image.







     INT. AIR SHAFT DOUBLE-TIERED PASSAGEWAY               149-B







     Dallas sitting.



     His feet still dangling in the dark beneath the catwalk.







                              DALLAS



               It may be interference.  I'll



               push on ahead.







     Dallas begins to rise.



     From below, a gentle movement toward the hanging feet.



     A hand reaches up.



     Misses his leg as Dallas moves ahead.







     Further on.







                              DALLAS



               Lambert, am I coming in any



               clearer.







                              LAMBERT



                      (voice over)



               It's clear all right, but I'm



               still getting two blips.



                      (pause)



               I'm not sure which one is



               which.







     Dallas stops.



     Turns around.



     Looks back down through the catwalk.



     Lowers the nose of the flamethrower, his finger on the



     trigger.



     From behind him, the hand reaches up.



     The Alien is the front signal.







     INT. AIR LOCK VESTIBULE                               150







     Ripley bends forward.



     Hears the sounds of the struggle...



     And Dallas' screams.



     She cries out.







                              RIPLEY



               Dallas...Dallas...







     INT. EQUIPMENT MAINTENANCE AREA                       151







     Lambert and Parker.



     Hearing it all.







                              RIPLEY



                      (voice over)



               Oh my God.







     Then silence.







     INT. MESS                                         152







     Dallas' flamethrower on the table surface.







                              PARKER



                      (voice over)



               We just found it laying there.



               No sign of him.  Only a hole



               torn through to the central



               cooling complex.







     The remaining crew standing at the table.







                              RIPLEY



               This puts me in command.







                              PARKER



               Okay.







     For the first time he's dropped his bullshit.







                              RIPLEY



               Unless someone's got a better



               idea about dealing with the



               Alien, we'll continue with the



               last plan.







     Silence.







                              RIPLEY



               How are our weapons.







                              PARKER



               They're working fine...We could



               use more fuel for that one.







     Indicating Dallas' flamethrower.







                              RIPLEY



               Get it.







                              PARKER



               Right.







     He leaves.



     Ripley turns to Ash.







                              RIPLEY



               Any ideas.  From you or Mother.







                              ASH



               Nothing new.  Just the one



               you're operating under.







                              RIPLEY



               You mean to tell me with



               everything we've got, we're



               still powerless against the



               Beast.







                              ASH



               That's the way it looks.











                              RIPLEY



               I can't believe that.







                              ASH



               I'm sorry captain.  what would



               you like me to do.







                              RIPLEY



               Go back to Mother and keep



               asking questions until you



               get some better answers.







                              ASH



               All right...I'll try.







     He starts to go.







                              RIPLEY



               Dallas didn't leave the master



               computer key with you.







                              ASH



               You didn't get it.







                              RIPLEY



               No.







                              ASH



               Well, we probably won't need



               it anyway.







     He leaves.







                              RIPLEY



               I know Ash has got the key.







                              LAMBERT



               Why should he lie.







                              RIPLEY



               He knows I want to check up on



               him...Without that key we've got



               no access to command priority



               information.







                              LAMBERT



               Swell.







     Lambert shrugs.



     They start to leave.







     INT. MAINTENANCE AREA - "C" DECK                      153







     Parker selects two full methane cylinders.



     He tests them.



     Moves out.







     INT. CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE                               154







                              RIPLEY



               Did you ever sleep with Ash?







                              LAMBERT



               No.  What about you.







                              RIPLEY



               No.







                              LAMBERT



               I never got the impression he



               was particularly interested...







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "B" LEVEL                           155







     Parker returning with methane cylinder.



     Turns a corner.



     Comes to an abrupt halt.



     A movement in front of him beyond the air lock.



     He hesitates.



     Then another shadowy movement...







     INT. BRIDGE                                           156







     Ripley and Lambert



     Parker's voice on voice-amp.



     Muffled.



     Ripley hits a toggle.







                              RIPLEY



               Ripley.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "B" LEVEL                           156-A







     Parker covers the wall communication with his hand.







                              PARKER



               Keep it down...







     Up the corridor, the movement stops.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           156-B







                              RIPLEY



               Can't hear you...Repeat...







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "B" LEVEL                           157







     Parker whispering.







                              PARKER



               The Alien...It's outside the



               main air lock door.  Open the



               door slowly...When I shout...



               close it fast.







     INT. BLISTER                                          157-A







     Ash listens.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "B" LEVEL                           157-B







     Parker still whispering.







                              PARKER



               Open it...slowly.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           158







     Ripley hesitates.



     Starts to reply.



     Throws switch.







     INT. AIR LOCK - "B" DECK                              159







     Low servo whine.



     Door opens.



     Slowly.



     Green light throbbing inside air lock.



     Creature looks curiously at it.



     Moves onto the threshold.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "B" LEVEL                           159-A







     Parker watches...







     INT. AIR LOCK                                         159-B







     Creature move further into air lock.



     Fascinated by green light.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "B" LEVEL                           159-C







     Urgent whisper into voice-amp.







                              PARKER



               Now...Now...







     INT. BRIDGE                                           159-D







     As Ripley moves to throw switch...







     INT. AIR LOCK                                         159-E







     Suddenly, from out of nowhere a klaxon wails.



     The Creature leaps back across the threshold of the air lock.



     Bewildered.



     Screams as the inner hatch closes on an appendage.



     Acid boiling out.



     The appendage crushed.



     The acid bubbles.



     Metal boils in door.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "B" LEVEL                           160







     Parker watches.



     Frozen.



     The Alien wrenches itself free.



     Comes flying outward.



     Smashes Parker down.



     Flees.



     On the wall a green light goes on.







                              "Inner Hatch Closed"







     INT. AIR LOCK                                         161







     Metal still boiling.



     The outer hatch begins to open.







                                                    OUT    162







     INT. BRIDGE                                           163







                              RIPLEY



               Parker...







     Pushes a switch.



     Pushes it again.







                              LAMBERT



               What's happening, Parker.







     In front of her a green light blinks.



     "Inner Hatch Closed."







                              RIPLEY



               Inner hatch sealed.  The outer



               hatch is open.







                              LAMBERT



               What about Parker.







                              RIPLEY



               I don't know.  Take over.







     Ripley bolts out of the bridge.







     EXT. NOSTROMO                                         163-A







     Air lock open.







     INT. PASSAGE NEAR AIR LOCK - "B" LEVEL                164







     Parker unconscious.







     INT. AIR LOCK                                         165







     The inner hatch still closed.



     Metal boils.



     The hole growing deeper.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY - "A" LEVEL                           166







     Ripley runs toward the air lock corridor.







     INT. AIR LOCK                                         167







     Metal boiling in door.







     INT. PASSAGEWAYS - "B" DECK                           168







     Ripley slams to a momentary halt against a bulkhead.



     Regains her balance.



     Starts running.







     INT. PASSAGE NEAR AIR LOCK - "B" LEVEL                169







     Parker now half conscious.



     Ripley arrives as the hole in door blows open.



     Escaping air shrieks.



     Flashing sign comes on.



     Critical depressurization.



     Emergency klaxon.



     Simultaneously vestibule doors close either end.



     Sealing in Ripley and Parker.



     Door nearest to Parker half-closed on one of the methane



     cylinders.



     Leaving large gap.



     Windstorm begins as hole in air lock grows.



     Ripley reaches for other cylinder.



     Begins smashing the jammed cylinder out of door.



     Blood froths at their noses and ears.



     Cylinder finally is driven out.



     The door slams closed.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           169-A







     Lambert watches.



     Emergency light readings.







                    "Hull Breached"



                    "Emmergency Bulkheads Closed"







                              LAMBERT



               Ash, get the oxygen.  Meet me at



               the air lock.







     Rushes out.



     Down corridor.







     INT. PASSAGEWAY NEAR AIR LOCK - "B" LEVEL             169-B







     Ripley staggers toward an emergency panel.



     At far end of corridor.



     Pinging sound.



     Misty atmosphere.



     Tries to activate the door.



     Cannot.



     Lambert appears other side of bulkhead.



     Activates door from outside.



     Rush of oxygen.







     EXT. NOSTROMO                                         170







     Plume of vapor freezes in the vacuum.







     INT. PASSAGE NEAR AIR LOCK - "B" LEVEL                171







     Repressurization sounds.



     Parker regains consciousness.



     Struggles to breathe.



     Ripley unable to move.



     Breath coming in shallow pants.



     Lambert with an oxygen tank.



     Ash follows.



     Oxygen administered to Ripley and Parker.







     Finally.







                              ASH



               You all right.







                              PARKER



               We didn't get it.  The warning



               went off and it jumped back in



               the ship.







                              ASH



               Who hit the warning.







                              RIPLEY



               You tell me.







                              ASH



               What does that mean.







                              RIPLEY



               I guess the alarm went off by



               itself.







                              ASH



               If you've got something to say



               say it.  I'm sick of these coy



               accusations.







                              RIPLEY



               Nobody's accusing you.







                              ASH



               The hell you're not.







     Sullen silence.







                              RIPLEY



               Go patch him up.







     Ash and Parker leave.



     Ripley turns to Lambert.







                              RIPLEY



               How much oxygen have we lost.



               I want an exact reading.







                              LAMBERT



               You were accusing him.







                              RIPLEY



               If I could find the command



               computer key, I could prove it.







                              LAMBERT



               You're still accusing him of



               stealing the key.







                              RIPLEY



               You think I'm wrong.







                              LAMBERT



               I don't know.  Wrong or crazy.







                              RIPLEY



               Thanks.







     INT. BLISTER STAIRCASE                                172







     Ripley cautiously descends the stairs to the blister.



     Carrying a flamethrower.







     INT. ASH'S BLISTER                                    173







     Looks around the blister.



     Satidfies it's deserted.



     She puts down the flamethrower.



     Methodically begins to search for the key.



     Faint tapping sound.



     Then stops.



     She looks around.



     Sees nothing.



     Resumes searching near blister window...



     Ripley finds key...



     Tapping sound.



     She whips around to see:



     Kane's disfigured face slapping against the plexiglass.



     She stifles a scream.



     Drops the key onto the curved surface of the blister.



     Fishes for it...



     Kane's bloated face swings in...



     Beneath her.



     She grabs the key and bolts up companionway.







     INT. COMPUTER ANNEX                                   174







     Ripley plugs the key into the board.



     Data banks come to life.



     She sits at a console.



     Thinks for a moment.



     Then punches up a code.



     Nothing happens.



     Punches another combination.



     Nothing happens.



     Frustration.



     Another combination.



     One screen comes to life.



     Another combination.



     She moves to the second keyboard.



     Screen One spells out the question:



     Question:  WHO TURNED ON AIR LOCK 2 WARNING SYSTEM.



     Response:  ASH



     Another code.



     Question:  IS ASH PROTECTING THE ALIEN.



     Response:  YES



     New code.



     Question:  WHY



     Response:  SPECIAL ORDER 937 SCIENCE EYE'S ONLY



     She starts a new code.



     A hand slmas down next to Ripley's arm.



     It sinks elbow deep into the computer.



     She whips around in her chair.



     Faces Ash.



     Ripley lashes out with her foot.



     Kicks him in the middle.



     No effect.



     Ripley twists away.



     Ash throws a punch at her.



     Misses.



     She pushes a chair at him.



     Overturns the desk...



     And runs through bridge into mess.







     He moves after her.



     Gets her.



     Parker and Lambert burst into the Mess.



     Lambert falls on Ash's back.



     Ash turns to Lambert.



     Tosses her across the room.



     Returns to Ripley.



     Again choking her.



     Parker lifts the tracker.



     Steps behind Ash.



     Swings the tracker...Wallop.



     Tears his head off...



     Wires ascending from Ash's trunk.



     Where his head used to be.



     Ash's hands release Ripley.



     Search above his neck for his missing head.



     He walks backward.



     All eyes on Ash's headless body.



     He walks the room.



     Still feeling for his missing head.







                              PARKER



               A robot, a God damn Droid.







     Ash turns on him.



     Starts to advance.



     Parker hits him again with the tracker...



     Again.



     Again.



     No avail.



     Ash begins choking Parker.



     Ripley picks up one of the prod sticks.



     Closes on Ash's back.



     Tears away the fabric.



     Lambert pulls at Ash's legs.



     Ripley tears at the controls buried in the cavity once



     covered by his head.



     Parker's eyes bulge in pain.



     Ash, headless, choking, choking, choking...



     Ripley finds the wires, stabs the prod home...



     Ash's grip lessens.



     Another stab...electrical flash...



     The grip lessens...



     Another stab...flash of circuits.



     The headless body collapses.



     Parker trying to regain his breath.







                              PARKER



               Damn you.







     Kicks the headless body.



     Lambert looks at Ripley.







                             LAMBERT



               Tell me...What the hell's going on.







     Pause.







                              RIPLEY



               Let's find out.  Wire him back up.







                              PARKER



               What kind of crap is that.







                              RIPLEY



               Do it.







     The set to work.



     Begin to reassemble the wiring in Ash's head.







                              RIPLEY



               Ash let it on board.  Ash let it



               grow inside Kane.  Ash blew the



               warning signal.







                              LAMBERT



               Why.







                              RIPLEY



               Special Order 937.







                              PARKER



               What's that.







                              RIPLEY



               That's what I want to know.







     Ash's head is placed on the table.



     His eyes flicker into consciousness.







                              RIPLEY



               What is Special Order 937.







                              ASH



               You know I can't tell you that.







                              RIPLEY



               Then there's not point in talking



               to you.  Pull the plug.







                              ASH



               Special Order 937 in essence



               asked me to direct the ship to



               the planet, investigate a life



               form, possibly hostile and bring



               it back for observation.  With



               discretion, of course.







                              RIPLEY



               Why.  Why not tell us.







                              ASH



               Would you have gone.







                              PARKER



               It wasn't in the contract.







                              ASH



               My very point.







                              RIPLEY



               They wanted to investigate the



               Alien.  No matter what happened



               to us.







                              ASH



               That's unfair.  Actually, you



               weren't mentioned in the order.







                              LAMBERT



               Those bastards.







                              ASH



               See it from their point of view.



               They didn't know what the Alien is.







                              RIPLEY



               How do we kill it.







                              ASH



               I don't think you can.  Not



               in this ship, given its life



               support systems.  But I might



               be able to.







                              RIPLEY



               How.







                              ASH



               I don't know quite yet.  I'm not



               exactly at my best at the moment.



               If you would reconnect...







                              RIPLEY



               No way.







                              ASH



               Don't be so hasty.  You'll never



               kill it without my help.







                              RIPLEY



               We've had enough of your help.







                              ASH



               You've barely got any oxygen left.



               If you don't go into hypersleep,



               you'll die with or without the



               Alien.







                              RIPLEY



               Nice try, Ash.







                              ASH



               I will do whatever I can to help



               you.  I swear it.







                              PARKER



               Pull the plug.







                              LAMBERT



               I agree.







                              ASH



               You idiots.  You stll don't



               realize what you're dealing with.



               The Alien is a prefect organism.



               Superbly structured, cunning,



               quintessentially violent.  With



               your limited capabilities you have



               no chance against it.







                              LAMBERT



               You admire it.







                              ASH



               How can one not admire prefection.



               I will kill it because I am



               programmed to protect human life



               as you know.







                              RIPLEY



               Even if you have contempt for it.







                              ASH



               Even then.







     Bitter and angry.







                              RIPLEY



               Sorry Ash.  I don't buy it.







                              ASH



               You egocentric morons.  You'll



               be ripped to shreds, destroyed



               and...







     Ripley make a movement.



     Ash softens...







                              ASH



               I can only with you well...







     Ripley pulls the plug.







                              PARKER



               He was probably right.  We do



               need him.







                              RIPLEY



               He was conning us.







                              LAMBERT



               He was programmed to protect



               human life.







                              RIPLEY



               He wasn't protecting our human



               lives and that's all I care about.



               Anyway it's done.







     Ripley exits to the bridge.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           175







     Ripley in the Computer Annex.



     Lambert and Parker enter.







                              RIPLEY



               He's right about one thing.



               We've got less than twelve



               hours oxygen left.







                              PARKER



               It's all over.







     Gloom.







                              LAMBERT



               I don't know about the rest of



               you, but I think I prefer a



               painless peaceful death to any



               of the alternatives on offer.







                              RIPLEY



               We're not there yet.







     Lambert holds up a small card of spansules.



     Suicide pills.







                              LAMBERT



               We're not.  Huh.







                              RIPLEY



               I think we shuld blow up the



               ship.







                              LAMBERT



               I'll stick with chemicals if



               you don't mind.







                              RIPLEY



               We leave in the shuttle and



               then blow up the ship.







     INT. AIR LOCK - NARCISSUS                             175-A







     Ripley, Lambert and Parker loading oxygen tanks onto the



     Narcissus.







                              RIPLEY



               That's all the oxygen.







                              PARKER



               That's it.







                              RIPLEY



               Now.  Let's get the food, shut



               off the engines and get out...



               Jones.  Where's Jones.







                              PARKER



               Who knows.







                              LAMBERT



               Last I saw him was in the mess.







                              RIPLEY



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







                              LAMBERT



               I don't want to go by myself.







                              PARKER



               Always hated that damn cat.







                              RIPLEY



               I'll go.  You load up the food.







     They move out.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           175-B







     Jones lying on Dallas' console.



     Ripley comes in.



     Smiles.







                              RIPLEY



               Jones.  You're in luck.







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



     Moves away.







                              RIPLEY



               Come on, Jones.







     She moves after the cat.







     We hear Parker and Lambert over the communicator



     from the coolant locker.







                              LAMBERT



                      (voice over)



               How much do you think we'll



               need.







     Ripley still in pursuit of the cat.







                                                  CUT TO:







     INT. FOOD LOCKER NUMBER 6 - "B" LEVEL                 175-C







     Parker and Lambert loading food.







                              PARKER



               All you can carry.







     Ripley's voice over communicator from bridge.







                              RIPLEY



                      (voice over)



               God damn it, Jones.  Come here.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           175-D







     Ripley furious but still speaking gently.







                              RIPLEY



               Here kitty...come here kitty...







     Jones moves away.







     INT. FOOD LOCKER NUMBER 6 - "B" DECK                  175-E







     Arms full, Parker moves out of the locker.



     Lambert is still making her selection.



     A faint light on the tracker.



     Unnoticed.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           175-F







     Ripley finally corners Jones.



     Finds his box.



     Tries to put him in it.



     Jones resists.



     Ultimately futile.







                                                  OUT      176-



                                                           184







     INT. FOOD LOCKER CORRIDOR - OUTSIDE                   185







     Parker attempts to pick up the flamethrower.



     Can't manage it and the food.



     Drops some of the packages.







                              PARKER



               Goddamn.







     In the locker Lambert gathers food.







                              LAMBERT



               What's the matter.







                              PARKER



               Nothing.  just hurry up.







     The tracker flashes faster.



     Now it's noticed.



     Parker picks up the flamethrower.







                              PARKER



               Let's get out of here.







                              LAMBERT



               Right now.







     The Alien appears out of the air shaft ventilator.



     Lambert turns.



     Screams.



     Unfolding, the Alien grabs for her.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           185-A







     Ripley freezes as she hears Lambert's screams.







     INT. CORRIDOR - OURSIDE                               186







     Parker looks back into the locker.



     Unable to use the flamethrower without hitting Lambert.



     He hesitates for a moment, then strides into the locker.



     Wielding the flamethrower like a club.







                              PARKER



               Goddamn you.







     INT. FOOR LOCKER NUMBER 6                             186-A







     The Alien drops Lambert.



     Parker lands a blow with the flamethrower.



     No effect.



     The Alien strikes him once.



     Killing him instantly.



     He now moves to Lambert.







     INT. BRIDGE                                           187







     Ripley listening on the communicator.



     Lambert's dying shrieks.



     Then the voice-amp goes dead.



     Silence.







                              RIPLEY



               Parker.  Lambert.







     She waits for a response.



     But her expression shows that she expects none.



     A long moment.



     Expectation fulfilled.



     Nightmare without end.







     INT. "B" LEVEL - COMPANIONWAY                         187-A







     Ripley descends, cautiously, holding flamethrower.



     Jones left above, squalling.







     INT. CORRIDOR - "B" DECK                              187-B







     Ripley moving warily, carrying flamethrower.



     Nears entrance to food locker, looks in.



     Sees carnage.







                                                  OUT      188







     INT. OILY CORRIDOR - "C" DECK                         189







     Ripley running toward engine room.



     Out of breath.



     Exhausted she stops, gulps for air.



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







     She moves quietly ahead until the source of the sound is



     directly under her feet.



     She is standing on a round metal plate.



     Ripley starts to remove the disc.







     INT. UNDERCARRIAGE MAINTENANCE ROOM NUMBER 4          190







     The round opening illuminates a dakr ladderway.



     Still carrying flamethrower, Ripley starts downwards.



     Pitch black.



     Ripley arrives at deck level.



     Shines her light.



     Its arc reveals the Alien's layer.



     Bones, shreds of flesh.



     Pieces of clothing, shoes.



     Bizarre extrusions on the wall.







     Something moves in the darkness.



     Ripley spins, turns her light toward the movement.







     Hanging from the ceiling is a huge cocoon.



     Woven from fine, white, silk-like material.



     Falmethrower ready, Ripley approaches.



     Sees that the cocoon is semi-transparent.



     The body of Dallas inside.







     Unexpectedly, his eyes open.



     FOCUS ON Ripley.



     His voice is a whisper.







                              DALLAS



               Kill me.







                              RIPLEY



               What did it do.







     Dallas moves his head slightly.



     Ripley turns her light.



     Another cocoon dangles from the ceiling.



     But of a different texture.



     Smaller and darker, with a harder shell.



     Almost exactly like the ovoids in the derelict ship.







                              DALLAS



               That was Brett...







                              RIPLEY



               I'll get you out of there...



               We'll get up the autodoc.







     A long moment.



     It's hopeless.







                              RIPLEY



               What can I do.







                              DALLAS



               Kill me.







     Ripley stares at him.



     Raises the flamethrower.



     Sprays a molten blast.



     Another blast.



     The entire compartment bursts into flames.



     Ripley turns and scrambles back up the ladderway.







     INT. OILY CORRIDOR - "C" LEVEL                        191







     Ripley emerges from below.



     Gasps for breath.



     Regains control of herself.







     EXT. OUTER SPACE                                      192







     At light speed.



     The Nostromo and refinery appear to hang motionless.



     Star clusters rolling past in the infinite distance.







                                                  OUT      193







     INT. ENGINE ROOM - CUBICLE                            194







     Ripley enters the power center.



     Stares at the massive light-plus engines.



     Approaches the main control board.



     Begins closing the switches, one by one.



     A long moment.







     Sirens begin to honk.



     Mother speaks.







                              MOTHER'S VOICE



                      (o.s.)



               Attention.  The cooling units for



               the light-plus engines are not



               functioning.  Engines will over-



               load in four minutes, fifty seconds...







     INT. OILY CORRIDOR - "C" LEVEL                        194-A







     Ripley running toward the "B" deck companionway.







     INT. "B" LEVEL - CORRIDOR                             194-B







     Ripley starts toward Narcissus.



     Remembers Jones.







     INT. "A" TO "B" LEVELS - COMPANIONWAY                 194-C







     Jones howling.



     In his box.



     Ripley reaches up and grabs him.







     INT. "B" LEVEL - CORRIDOR LEADING TO AIR LOCK         195







     Ripley carrying Jones, holding flamethrower.



     Jones hisses.



     Fur rises.



     Ripley stops, and stares down corridor toward Narcissus.



     The Alien can be heard thrashing about the shuttle craft.



     Riplet turns and bolts toward the engine room, leaving



     Jones on "B" level companionway.







     INT. COMPANIONWAY TO OILY CORRIDOR - "E" LEVEL        196







     Ripley bounds down the companionway.



     Her footsteps clanging metallically throughout the ship.



     A final sprint towards the engine room.







                              MOTHER'S VOICE



                      (o.s.)



               Attention.  Engines will overload



               in three minutes, twenty seconds.







     INT. ENGINE ROOM - CUBICLE                            197







     The door crashes open, Ripley comes pounding in.



     The chamber filled with smoke.



     Engines whining dangerously.



     Ripley breaks out in perspiration from the intense heat.



     She rusn to the controls.



     Begins throwing the cooling unit switches back into place.



     The sirens continue sounding.







                              MOTHER'S VOICE



                      (o.s.)



               Attention.  Engines will overload



               in three minutes.







     Ripley pushes a button and speaks into it.







                              RIPLEY



               Mother, I've turned all the



               cooling units back on.







                              MOTHER'S VOICE



                      (o.s.)



               Too late for remedial action.



               The core has begun to melt.



               Engines will overload in two



               minutes, thirty-five seconds.







     A moment.



     The Ripley turns and runs from the engine room.







     INT. OILY CORRIDOR - COMPANIONWAY                     198







     Ripley runs back down the corridor.



     Up the companionway, exhausted, stumbling...







                              MOTHER'S VOICE



                      (o.s.)



               Attention.  Engines will overload



               in two minutes.







     INT. "B" LEVEL - COMPANIONWAY                         198-A







     She reaches companionway.



     Picks up Jones.







     INT. "B" LEVEL - CORRIDOR LEADING TO NARCISSUS        199







     Ripley staggers towards the air lock.



     The Narcissus berthed beyond.



     She drags Jones and raises the flamethrower.



     Turns to see if the Creature is behind her.



     Then advances down the passageway.



     Goaded on by the computer.







                              MOTHER'S VOICE



                      (o.s.)



               Attention.  Engines will explode



               in ninety seconds.







     She makes it to the vestibule.



     Looks into the shuttle.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        200







     Ripley scans the narrow deck...empty.







     INT. VESTIBULE                                        201







     She turns and dashes back.



     Grabs the cat box.



     Runs back toward the shuttle.







                              MOTHER'S VOICE



                      (o.s.)



               Attention.  The engines will



               explode in sixty seconds.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        202







     Ripley enters on the run.



     Hurls the cat box toward the front.



     She dives into the control chair.



     Hits the "launch" button.







     EXT. NOSTROMO - OUTER SPACE                           203







     The retainer clips drop away.



     A blast of ram jets.



     The shuttle is launched from the mother ship.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        204







     Ripley frantically straps herself in.



     G-forces from the shuttles acceleration pulling against her.







     EXT. SPACE                                            205







     The Narcissus continues to power away from the mother ship.



     The larger bulk of the Nostromo quietly receding.



     All is strangely serene.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        206







     Ripley finishes strapping herself in.



     Reaches and grabs the cat box.



     the cat yowling within.



     Ripley hugs the box to her chest.



     Hunches her head down over the container.







     EXT. SPACE                                            207







     The Nostromo drifts farther away from the shuttle-craft.



     Finally becomes a small point of light.



     Then it blows up.



     Transforms into expanding orange fireball.



     Pieces of metal flying in all directions.



     And then the refinery explodes.



     200,000,000 tons of fuel blasting silently into the cosmos.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        208







     The shockwave hits the shuttle craft.



     Jolting and rattling everything within.



     Then all is quiet.



     Ripley unhooks herself from her straps.



     Rises, and goes to the back of the escape craft.



     Stares out through the porthole.



     Face bathed in orange light.







     EXT. SPACE                                            209







     Piece of debris float past.



     The boiling fireball fades into nothingness.



     The Nostromo has ceased to exist.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        210







     Ripley watching the final destiny of her ship and crew mates.



     A very long moment.







     Then, behind her, the lethal hand emerges from deep shadow.



     The Alien has been in the shuttle-craft all along.



     The cat yowls.







     Ripley whils.



     Finding herself facing the Creature.







     Ripley's first thought if for the flamethrower.



     It lies on the deck next to the Alien.



     Next she glances around for a place to hide.



     Her eye falls on a small locker containing a pressure suit.



     The door standing open.



     She begins to edge toward the compartment.



     The Creature stands.



     Comes for her.



     Ripley dives for the open door.



     Hurls herself inside.



     Slams it shut.







     INT. LOCKER                                           211







     A clear glass panel in the door.



     The Alien puts its head up to the window.



     Peers in at Ripley.



     Their faces only two inches apart.



     The Alien looking at Ripley almost in curiosity.



     The moaning of the cat distracts it.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        212







     The Alien mvoes to the pressurized cat box.



     Bends down and peers inside.



     The cat yowls louder as his container is lifted.







     INT. LOCKER                                           213







     Ripley knocks on the glass.



     Trying to distract the Creature from the cat.



     The Alien's face is instantly back at the window.



     Getting no more interference from her, the Creature



     returns to the cat box.



     Ripley looks around.



     Sees the pressure suit.



     Quickly begins to pull it on.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        214







     The Alien picks up the cat box.



     Shakes it.



     the cat moans.







     INT. LOCKER                                           215







     Ripley is halfway into a pressure suit.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        216







     The Creature throws the cat box down.



     Very hard.



     Picks it up again.



     Hammers it against the wall.



     Then jams it into a crevice.



     Begins to pound the container into the opening.



     The cat now beyond all hysteria.







     INT. LOCKER                                           217







     Ripley pulls on the helmet, latches it into place.



     Turns the oxygen valve.



     With a hiss, the suit fills itself.



     A rack on the wall contains a long metal rod.



     Ripley peels off the rubber tip.



     Revealing a sharp metal point.







     INT. SPACE SUIT LOCKER                                218







     Ripley inhales.



     Kicks the door open.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        219







     The Creature rises.



     Faces the locker.



     Catches the steel shaft through its midriff.



     The Alien clutches at the spear.



     Yellow acid begins to flow from the wound.



     Before the fluid can touch the floor...



     Ripley reaches back and pulls the switch.



     Blows the rear hatch.



     The atmosphere in the shuttle immediately sucked into space.



     The bleeding creature along with it.



     Ripley grabs a strut to keep from being pulled out.



     The Alien shoots past her.



     Grab's Ripley's ankle with an appendage.







     EXT. NARCISSUS                                        220







     Ripley now hanging halfway out of the shuttle-craft.



     The Alien clinging to her leg.



     She kicks at it with her free foot.



     The Creature holds fast.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        221







     Ripley looks for any salvation.



     Grabs the hatch level.



     Yanks it.



     The hatch slams shut, closing Ripley safely inside.







     EXT. NACISSUS                                         222







     The Alien still outside the shuttle-craft.



     Within the vacuum of space.



     The top of its appendage mashed into the closed hatch.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        223







     Acid starts to foam along the base of the hatch.



     Eats away at the metal.



     Ripley stumbles forward to the controls.



     Pushes the ram jet lever.







     EXT. NARCISSUS - OUTER SPACE                          224







     The Creature struggling.



     Jet exhaust located at the rear of the craft.



     The engines belch flame for a few seconds.



     Then shut off.



     Incinerating, the Alien tumbles slowly away into space.







     INT. NARCISSUS                                        225







     Ripley hurries to the rear hatch.



     Peers through the glass.







     EXT. OUTER SPACE                                      226







     The burned mass of the Alien drifts slowly away.



     Writhing, smoking.



     Tumbling into the distance.



     Pieces dropping off.



     The shape bloats, then bursts.



     Spray of particles in all directions.



     Then smoldering fragments dwindle into infinity.







     INT. NARCISSUS - LATER                                227







     Now repressurized.



     Ripley is seated in the control chair.



     Calm and composed, almost cheerful.



     Cat purring in her lap.



     She dictates into a recorder.







                              RIPLEY



               I should reach the frontier in



               another five weeks.  With a



               little luck the network will



               pick me up...This is Ripley,



               W564502460H, executive officer,



               last survivor of the commercial



               starship Nostromo signing off.



                      (pause)



               Come on cat.







     She switches off the recorder.



     Stares into space.







     EXT. OUTER SPACE                                      228







     The shuttle-craft Narcissus sails into the distance.







                             FADE OUT







                             THE END