Alien: Earth

"All children, except one, grow up.

They soon know that they will grow up,

and the way Wendy knew was this.

One day, when she was two years old, she was playing in a garden."

"And she plucked another flower and ran with it to her mother."

"I suppose she must have looked rather delightful,

for Mrs. Darling put her hand to her heart and cried,

'Oh, why can't you remain like this forever?'

This was all that passed between them on the subject,

but henceforth, Wendy knew that she must grow up.

You always know after you're two.

Two is the beginning of the end."

- -

You sure she's safe?

She killed an adult male single-handed.

This one's a child behind three inches of steel and tempered glass.

Safe isn't always about bodies.

So you're worried about what, her intellect, her emotions?

Smee told me that he can go two years without recharging.

What other maintenance do they need, the hybrids?

Why?

I'm saying...

one day, she's gonna graduate, right, from this place,

and when she does, she's gonna need someone to take care of her.

That's like an onion asking, "How do I take care of a star?"

Fine. Sure.

You think he's gonna let you take her with you?

No. Uh...

Maybe.

To do what?

Live.

Be a family.

Your sister has potential to invent faster than light travel

and explore the stars for thousands of years,

and you want her to be a family?

She's just a kid.

Keep telling yourself that.

- -

Like I said, it's not mechanical.

Is she...

I have her in charging mode. She can't hear us.

- So what did she say exactly? -

She said she was pregnant.

Pregnant.

- She's had a traumatic-- - Is that what I'm supposed to tell him?

She's always been emotional.

You remember.

I thought we adjusted for that.

We did, in the architecture...

just not enough, clearly.

So how do we fix her?

In time, with enough therapy.

No.

Look, she's...

As I said, there's trauma in her past. We knew that when we chose her.

I can help her. I just need time.

No. You're going in.

Reset her to before the tower. Full memory wipe.

Then I want you to dial back her reactions to stimulus, slow her processing speed.

You're talking about fundamentally altering her personality.

That's against every principle of the program.

Don't be dramatic.

You said it yourself. She's a child in distress.

We're helping her.

You should be grateful we have the tools.

We don't know what impact this would have on her identity,

on her functioning psychology.

We could be making it worse.

Listen to me, both of you.

This unit is going to be smiling and waving from the stage

three weeks from now.

And when the information architects of The Five

talk to her over canapes and cocktails,

I want her to be calm and charming, just like the others.

We've come too far to fail now

just because you don't have the stomach to bring this home.

I won-I won't do it.

Excuse me?

We'll do it.

No, wait, wait. Are you... Are you kidding?

Your husband has qualms. Can you do it yourself?

No.

Yes.

Good.

Then do it.

You're fired.

- Whoa. Hold on. - You can't be serious.

Absolutely.

You disobeyed a direct order.

Ah, you need me.

No more it seems. So pack your things.

You can take the rest of the day to organize your transport.

If you're still on the island at the end of the day, you'll be trespassing.

And you may be shot.

- That was amazing. - Yeah.

The pronunciation is a bit tricky, but I'll get it.

I'm gonna... I'm gonna be honest with you, uh...

I think it was a mistake bringing them here.

Species from other worlds,

- millions of years old. - Hmm.

Do you know how lucky we are they didn't escape in the crash?

They didn't ask to come here.

Don't do that.

You-You give them thoughts and feelings. They're killers.

So are we.

Not like that.

We've got brains, you know? We... We think. We...

Hmm.

We have community.

They survive, eat, sleep, maybe.

- That's it. - Mmm.

Bees do that.

Ants do that.

They have hives, systems, whole colonies.

It tried to kill us.

Not this one.

Joe, I think this one could be good.

Marcy.

This is a "yes" place. Not a "no" place.

What the hell is that supposed to mean?

The boy genius said that "no" is the first step to nothing.

Being nothing. Achieving nothing. And here we say, "yes."

If someone tries to take advantage of you, tries to hurt you,

then... then "no" gives you power.

It gives you power over your body. Power over your life.

We don't have to talk about this.

Not today.

It has been a crazy few days.

I'm so proud of you. I...

I can't imagine how hard all this has been.

It's not gonna be forever. I promise.

I'm working out a way to get us out of here.

What if I don't want to go?

The moderator assigned to you by the governing collective

known as The Five.

As agreed upon by your corporations,

the decision I reach

after hearing evidence and arguments will be legally binding.

Mr. Kavalier, Ms. Yutani,

I expect you will comport yourselves professionally

as these are professional matters.

Ms. Yutani, I will now hear your opening statement.

Let me start by listing the facts that are not in dispute.

First, the USCSS Maginot

is a Science Class research vessel owned and operated

by the Weyland-Yutani Corporation.

This means that all data, equipment, personnel,

and research materials on board are the sole property of Weyland-Yutani.

Seizure and retention of these items is--

- Sorry, can I... can I-- - No.

- Your ship... - Wait your turn.

...didn't just crash in the abstract.

It destroyed three blocks of my city, killing and injuring thousands.

Mr. Kavalier,

you will have a chance to speak, but this is Ms. Yutani's time.

Yeah, look, I don't know how things are done here in... ...bureaucracy-ville,

but in the future, where I live, we move fast, and we make trillions.

I'll compare our earnings to yours any day.

As I mentioned at the onset, this is a professional hearing,

and you will conduct yourselves professionally.

Or what?

Or he'll send you to bed without your supper, little boy.

Mr. Kavalier, do you dispute the facts listed by Ms. Yutani?

What, that it's her ship? Yeah, sure.

She can have it back

as soon as I figure out how to remove it from my building without knocking it over.

And the materials onboard?

Well, let me ask you something.

What if it wasn't an accident?

- What? - Yeah.

I'm saying maybe it was an attack.

Or maybe the pilot was drunk, or maybe the ship was so poorly maintained

that the crash is a matter of criminal negligence,

which would make her the criminal and me the victim.

Oh, no, here's a better word. The cop.

Because now it's my job to figure out why so many of my citizens are dead.

Believe me, we are already well into investigating what--

If you think I'm gonna let you investigate your own crash, honey, you're crazy.

I already told you, you will be more than well-compensated for the damage done.

It's not about money! I mean, I've got... Honey, I've got money. This is a cover-up.

Do you know what she's so desperate to get back?

Deep-space biological specimen.

Yeah, invasive species, predatory

that Weyland-Yutani was smuggling onto the planet

in direct violation of, like, 50 intercorporate laws.

- Untrue. - Oh. Do you wanna see the pictures?

Wait.