Alien 2 (Aliens) (Aliens)

Bio-readouts are all in the green. Looks like she's alive.

There goes our salvage, guys.

- How are we today? - Terrible.

- Well, better than yesterday, at least. - Where am I?

You're safe. You're at Gateway Station, been here a couple of days.

You were pretty groggy at first, but now you're OK.

Looks like you've got a visitor.

Jonesy. Come here!

Hey, come here.

How are you, you stupid cat?

How are you? Where have you been?

I guess you two have met, huh? I'm Burke. Carter Burke.

I work for the company. But don't let that fooI you. I'm really an OK guy.

I'm glad you're a little better. They tell me that all the weakness and disorientation should pass soon.

It's just natural side effects of such an unusually long hypersleep.

What do you mean? How long was I out there?

- Has no one discussed this with you yet? - No.

But, I mean, I don't... recognise this place.

No, I know. Uh... OK.

It's just that, uh, this might be a shock to you. It's longer...

How long? Please.

57 years.

- What?! - That's the thing. You were out there for 57 years.

What happened was, you had drifted right through the core systems,

and it's really just blind luck that a deep-salvage team found you when they did.

It's one in a thousand, really. I think you're damn lucky to be alive, kiddo.

You could be floating out there forever.

Are you OK?

Are you OK?

God!

Nurse! Please!

Someone get in here now!

- No! - Now!

- Hold! - Please!

Hold her!

Kill me!

No!

No!

Bad dreams again? You want something to help you sleep?

No. I've slept enough.

Jonesy. Come here.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's over.

We have been here for three and a half hours.

Now how many different ways do you want me to tell the same story?

Look at it from our perspective, please.

Please.

You admit to detonating the engines of, and thereby destroying, an M-Class star-freighter,

a rather expensive piece of hardware.

42 million in adjusted dollars. That's minus payload, of course.

The lifeboat's flight recorder corroborates some elements of your account,

in that, for reasons unknown, the Nostromo set down on LV-426,

an unsurveyed planet at that time.

That it resumed its course and was subsequently set for self-destruct, by you,

- for reasons unknown. - Not for reasons unknown. I told you.

We set down there on company orders to get this thing, which destroyed my crew.

And your expensive ship.

The analysis team, which went over the lifeboat centimeter by centimeter,

found no evidence of the creature you describe.

Good! That's because I blew it out of the goddamn airlock.

like I said.

Are there any species like this hostile organism on LV-426?

No. It's a rock. No indigenous life.

Did IQs just drop sharply while I was away?

Ma'am, I already said it was not indigenous. It was a derelict spacecraft, it was an alien ship.

It was not from there. Do you get it? We homed in on its beacon.

And found something never recorded once in over 300 surveyed worlds.

"A creature that gestates inside a living human host." These are your words.

- "And has concentrated acid for blood." - That's right.

Look, I can see where this is going.

- But I'm telling you that those things exist. - Thank you, officer Ripley. That will be all.

Please! You're not listening to me. Kane, the crew member...

Kane, who went into that ship, said he saw thousands of eggs there. Thousands.

- Thank you, that will be all. - Goddammit, that's not all!

Because if one of those things gets down here, then that will be all

then all this, this bullshit that you think is so important, you can just kiss all that goodbye!

That could have been... better.

- Look, I think the... Ripley! - Van Leuwen?

Why don't you just check out LV-426?

Because I don't have to. There have been people there over 20 years,

and they never complained about any hostile organism.

- What people? - Terraformers.

Planet engineers. They go in, set up these big atmosphere processors to make the air breathable.

Takes decades. It's what we call a "shake 'n bake" colony.

How many are there? How many colonists?

I dunno, 60, maybe 70 families. Do you mind?

Families.

Jesus.

Hi, Ripley. This is lieutenant Gorman of the Colonial Marine Corps...

Ripley, we have to talk.

We've lost contact with the colony on LV-426.

I don't believe this.

You guys throw me at the wolves, and now you want me to go back out there?

Forget it. It's not my problem.

- Can I finish? - No. There's no way.

Ripley, you wouldn't be going in with the troops. I can guarantee your safety.

These Colonial Marines are very tough hombres.

They're packing state-of-the-art firepower. There's nothing they can't handle.

lieutenant, am I right?

That's true. We've been trained to deal with situations like this.

Then you don't need me. I'm not a soldier.

Yeah, but we don't know exactly what's going on out there. It may just be a down transmitter.

Okay? But if it's not, I would like you there as an adviser, and that's all.

Look, I don't have time for this. I've gotta get going. I gotta go to work.

- Oh, right. I heard you're working the cargo docks. - That's right.

- Running loaders and forklifts? - Yeah. So?

Nothing. I think it's great that you're keeping busy.

And I know it's the only thing you could get. There's nothing wrong with it.

What would you say if I told you I could get you reinstated as a flight officer?

The company's already agreed to pick up your contract.

If I go.

Yeah, if you go. Come on! That's a second chance, kiddo.

I think, personally, for you it would be the best thing in the world to get out there and face this thing,

get back on the horse...

Spare me, Burke. I've had my psych evaluation this month.

Yeah, I know. I've read it. You wake up every night, your sheets are soaking with sweat...

I said no, and I mean it!

Now please leave. I am not going back, and... I would not be any good to you if I did.

OK.

Would you do me a favor? Just think about it.

Thanks for the coffee.

Hello?

Ripley.

- you OK? - Just tell me one thing, Burke.

You're going out there to destroy them, right?

Not to study, not to bring back, but to wipe them out.

That's the plan. You have my word on it.

All right, I'm in.

And you, you little shithead...

You're staying here.

They ain't payin' us enough for this, man.

Not enough to have to wake up to your face, Drake.

What? ls that ajoke?

Oh, I wish it were.

Hey, Hicks. Man, you look just like I feel.

All right, sweethearts, what are you waiting for? Breakfast in bed?

Another glorious day in the Corps. A day in the Marine Corps is like a day on the farm.

Every meal's a banquet, every paycheck a fortune, every formation a parade.

- I love the Corps! - Man, this floor is freezing.

- What you want me to do, fetch your slippers for ya? - Gee, would you, sir? I'd like that.

Look into my eye. Fall in, people. Come on, let's go.

- I hate this job. - Crowe! Wierzbowski! On your feet!

You just had three weeks on your back.

I'm talkin' about breathing, not this frozen shit.

Yeah, Top, how about it?

All right, first assembly's in 15, people. Shag it!

Hey, mira. Who's Snow White?

She's supposed to be some kind of consuItant.

- Apparently she saw an alien once. - Whoopee-fucking-do!

- I'm impressed. - ¡Qué bonita!

Hey, Vasquez. Have you ever been mistaken for a man?

No. Have you?

Oh, Vasquez!

You're just too bad.

Hey, Top. What's the op?

It's a rescue mission. You'll love it.

There's some juicy colonists' daughters we have to rescue from their virginity!

Dumb-ass colonists!

- What's this crap supposed to be? - Corn bread, I think.

- It's good for you, boy. Eat it. - Hey.

I sure wouldn't mind gettin' some more Arcturian poontang. Remember that?

- Yeah, Frost, but the one you had was male! - Doesn't matter when it's Arcturian, baby.

- Hey, Bishop. do the thing with the knife. - Oh, please.

- Come on. - Do it, baby.

- All right! - I don't wanna see that, man.

- Hey, what are you doin', man? - Don't move. Just shut up.

Bishop?! Hey, man!

- Do it, Bishop. - Not me, man!

- Yeah, you. - Quit messin' around. Come on!

Trust me.

- All right, knock it off. - Thank you.

- Enjoy your meal. - That wasn't funny, man.

- Lieutenant Gorman? Mr Burke? - Yeah, thanks.

Looks like the new lieutenant's too good to eat with the rest of us grunts.

The boy's definitely got a corncob up his ass.

Thought you never missed, Bishop.

You never said anything about an android being on board. Why not?

It never occurred to me. It's just common practice.

- We always have a synthetic on board. - I prefer the term "artificial person" myself.

- Is there a problem? - I'm sorry. I don't know why I didn't even...

Ripley's last trip out, the synth... the artificial person malfunctioned.

Malfunctioned?

There were problems, and a few deaths were involved.

- I'm shocked. Was it an older model? - Yeah, the Hyperdyne Systems 120-A/2.

That explains it. The A/2s always were a bit twitchy.

That could never happen now with our behavioural inhibitors.

It is impossible for me to harm, or by omission of action, allow to be harmed, a human being.

You sure you don't want some?

You just stay away from me, Bishop. You got that straight?

I guess she don't like the corn bread either.

- Squad, atten-ho! Officer on deck! - As you were.

Quickly, quickly. Settle down.

All right, listen up!

Morning, Marines. I'm sorry we didn't have time to brief you people before we left Gateway...

- Sir? - What is it, Hicks?

Hudson, sir. He's Hicks.

- What's the question? - Is this gonna be a stand-up fight, sir,

or another bug hunt?

All we know is there's still no contact with the colony,