Ang unang 200 linya.
Stasis interrupted. Fire in Cryogenic Compartment.
Repeat. Fire in Cryogenic Compartment.
All personnel report to...
Emergency Escape Vehicle Launch Pad.
Deep space flight will commence...
in "T" minus 20 seconds.
An E.E.V.'s come down.
Get down to the beach.
There may be others.
NOW!
Talk to me.
All right, all right. Let's get it going.
Keep it together. Come on. Right.
Right. Here we go, Mr. Dillon.
Give us strength, O Lord, to endure.
We recognize that we are poor sinners in the hands of an angry God.
Let the circle be unbroken...
until the day.
Amen.
- Amen. - Amen.
Thank you, gentlemen.
This is Rumor Control. Here are the facts.
As some of you know...
A "337" model E.E.V...
crash-landed here at 0600...
on the morning watch.
There was one survivor...
two dead and a droid that was hopelessly smashed beyond repair.
The survivor is a woman.
I just want to say that I have taken a vow of celibacy.
- So have we all. - That also includes women.
- Yes. - We've all taken the vow!
- Shut your gob, Morse. - I'd like to say, that I for one...
do not appreciate company policy allowing her to freely...
intermingle with inmates and the rest of the staff.
What brother means to say is we view the presence of any outsider...
especially a woman,
as a violation of the harmony...
a potential break in the spiritual unity.
We are well aware of your feelings in this matter.
You will be pleased to know that I have requested a rescue team.
Hopefully, they will be here inside of a week...
and evacuate her A.S.A.P.
Don't give us that!
What's her medical status?
She doesn't seem too badly damaged.
She's unconscious.
Can't give you a more specific diagnosis at the moment.
Will she live?
I would think so.
Look...
It's in everybody's interest...
the woman doesn't come out of the Infirmary until the rescue team arrives.
And certainly not without an escort, right?
Sir.
Gentlemen!...
We should all stick to our set routine...
and not get unduly agitated.
- Right. - Correct?
All right.
Thank you, gentlemen.
All right.
Better get here sooner.
- There ain't gonna be much left. - Everybody's dead.
What's that?
It's just a little cocktail of my own mix.
Sort of eye-opener.
You the doctor?
My name is Clemens.
I'm the Chief Medical Officer here.
Here?
Fury 161.
It's one of Weyland-Yutani's backwater work prisons...
it grieves me to say.
Do you mind?
This is basically a "stabilizer".
I really ought to shave your head.
We have a big problem with lice here.
And when you're feeling better, I'll give you some clippers...
- And you can tend to your private parts yourself. - How'd I get here?
You crash-landed in an E.E.V.
Evidently separated from your mothership before you hit our atmosphere.
You have any idea how long you were in hypersleep?
Coming out the way you did can be a jolt on your system.
Yeah, I'll be sick for a couple weeks.
Indeed.
Where are the others?
They didn't make it.
What?
They didn't survive.
I have to get to the ship.
I have to get to the ship.
You're in no condition for that.
You wanna get me some clothes...
or should I just go like this?
Given the nature of our indigenous population,
I would suggest clothes.
None of them have seen a woman in years.
Neither have I for that matter.
This used to be a 5,000 convict facility...
but it's been reduced to a custodial staff of 25.
Why?
Keep the pilot light on.
The pilot light for what?
Blocked furnace.
Natural Methane.
We have a foundry, Leftenant Ripley.
The inmates forge lead sheets for toxic waste containers.
How do you know my name?
It's stenciled on the back of your shorts.
Release the cable!
Where are the bodies?
We have a morgue.
We put them there until the investigative team arrives in about a week, I think.
There was a droid.
Disconnected.
There were bits and pieces of him all over the place.
We put what was left on the rubbish tow.
The Corporal was impaled by that safety support.
He never knew what hit him.
And the girl?
She drowned in her cryo-tube.
I don't think she was conscious...
when it happened.
I'm... Sorry.
What's the matter?
Where is she?
In the morgue.
I have to see her.
I have to see what's left of her.
Is there any particular reason that you're so insistent?
Yes. I have to be sure how she died.
I hate to be repetitious about such a sensitive subject...
but it is perfectly clear that she drowned.
Was she your daughter?
No.
She wasn't.
Um...
could I have a moment alone, please?
Yes, of course.
Forgive me.
What's she doing?
Okay?
No.
We have to do an autopsy.
What?
I told you...
we have to make sure how she died.
And I told you...
she drowned.
I'm not so sure.
I- I have to see inside of her.
You're disorientated.
Half your system's still in...
I have a very, very good reason.
Well, perhaps you'd like to share that reason.
Possible contagion.
What kind exactly?
Cholera.
Cholera?
There hasn't been a case of cholera reported for 200 years.
Please.
Everything's in place.
There's no sign of infection.
No indication of disease.
The chest.
Open the chest.
Careful.
Lungs.
Flooded with fluid.
Ergo, she drowned.
Now...
since I'm not a complete idiot...
would you like to tell me what we're really looking for?
Mr. Clemens.
Superintendent.
I don't believe you've met Leftenant Ripley.
What's going on, Mr. Clemens?
That's right, sir.
What's going on, Mr. Clemens?
Well, first...
the Leftenant...
ia feeling much better,
I'm happy to say.
Second, in the interest of public health...
I am performing an autopsy.
Without my authority.
Well, there didn't seem to be time.
But it's turned out all right.
- There's no sign of contagion in the body. - Good.
But it might be helpful if Lt. Ripley didn't parade around in front of the prisoners...
as I am told she did in the last hour.
It might also be helpful...
if you kept me informed as to any change in her physical status.
Or would that be asking too much?
We have to cremate the bodies.
Nonsense. We'll keep their bodies on ice...
Till the rescue team arrives.
On ice.
There is the public health issue.
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