All language subtitles for Alien Resur080 eng

My mommy
always said there were no monsters.

No real ones.

But there are.

We've seen
no additional defects.

She's perfect.
Mm-hmm.

Careful.

Two centimeters.

Okay.

Okay.

Yeah.

Ready with that amnio.

Oh.
And...

there it is.

No.

Be careful.

Jesus.

Clamp.

What about her?
Can we keep her alive?

How's the host?

Doing well.

Sew her back up.

Excellent work, everybody.

And how is
our Number 8 today?

Appears to be
in good health.

Hmm? How good? Excellent,

as in completely off
our projected charts.

Look at the scar tissue.

See the recession?
This is from three days ago?

Exactly.
Oh, this is good.

This is very good.

You're gonna make us all
very proud.

No.

Don't. I'm all right.

Now try this.

- Hand.
- Close.

Glove.

Number 8?

Fruit.

Good.
Cherries. It's unprecedented.

Totally.
She's operating...

at a completely adult capacity.

What about her memories?
There are gaps.

- And some degree of synaptic dissonance.
- You know this.

- She's freaked.
- Come on.

It has connective difficulties,

caused by a biochemical imbalance,
causing emotional autism.

Certain reactions- All
right, wait a second!

It has memories.
Why does it have memories?

Well, I'm guessing, but...
inherited memories,

passed down generationally
at a genetic level...

by the aliens, like its strength.

Plus a, uh,
highly evolved form of instinct.

An unexpected benefit
from the genetic crossing.

Oh, ho, ho, ho, ho.
I see.

Stupid me.
Of course.

An unexpected benefit
of the genetic process.

Oh! And I didn't
even think of that!

Let's try this one.

Ripley?

Ripley.

Ripley, what is it?

Ripley? Ripley?

You're not
thinking termination?

Oh, boy,
am I thinking termination.

General, we do not
perceive this to be a problem.

Ellen Ripley died trying to
wipe this species out.

For all intents and purposes,
she succeeded.

I'm not anxious to see her
taking up her old hobbies.

That won't happen.
We won't tell her.

Oh, I see. And that's
supposed to comfort me?

Identification, please.

Please try again.

Thank you, General Perez.

Bottom line is, she looks
at me funny one time,

I'm putting her down.

Okay, as far as I'm concerned,
Number 8...

is a meat... by-product.

Her Majesty here
is the real payoff.

When does she start producing?
Days.

Less maybe.

We need the cargo. I
told you, it's on its way.

Fork.

- Fuck.
- It's-It's "fork."

How did you-

How did... we get you?

Yes.

Hard work.
We used blood samples...

from Fiori Sixteen on ice,

where you died.

We've remade you.
We cloned you.

Fiori Sixteen.

Does that ring a bell?

Are you remembering something?

- Does it grow?
- Yeah.

Very rapidly,

It's a queen.

How did you know that?

She'll breed.
You'll die.

Everyone in the company
will die.

In the- In the-
In the company?

Weyland-Yutani. Ripley
8's former employers.

Terran growth conglomerate.
They had...

defense contracts
under the military.

Oh, they went under decades
ago, Gediman. Way before your time.

Bought out by Wal-Mart.

Fortunes of war.

I think
you will find that, uh,

things have changed
a great deal since your time.

I doubt that.

We're not dying
blind here,you know

It's United Systems Military,
not some greedy corporation.

Oh.

Well, it won't
make any difference.

You're still gonna die.

How do you feel about that?

I wish you could understand
what we're trying to do here.

The potential forth is species
goes way beyond urban pacification.

New alloys, new vaccines.

Nothing like this we've ever seen
on any world before.

You should be very proud.

Oh.

I am.

And the animal itself-

wondrous.

The potential, unbelievable,
once we've tamed them.

Roll over. Play dead.

Heel?
Mm-hmm.

You can't teach it tricks.

Why not?
We're teaching you.

Hey, son, I'll give you
my authorization code.

It's E-A-T-M-E.

I'm
sorry, sir. Could you repeat that?

Little prick.

You know,

no matter how many times
you see it,

the sight of a woman all
strapped up in a chair like that just-

What?

Just bring us in on
a 3-0 descent, would ya?

And ride the parallel.
Darlin', it is done.

Good girl.

You, uh, want
anything there, trigger?

Hmm. Yeah.
How 'bout a cup of coffee?

Anything else, while your
mouth's warm, I mean?

Little milk.

Hey, don't cut thrust
till about 600 meters,

and we'll give 'em
a little scare.

Vriess. Call.

lockdown.
We're gonna dock.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

- Hey, Call?
- Yep?

What has two thumbs,
one eye,

a pink tongue...

and screws like a god?

What?

Two thumbs, one eye,
a pink tongue...

and screws like a god?

What?

Time to enjoy some of
the general's hospitality, Christie.

Great.
Army food.

Yeah. It'll do till we get the
family wagon up to spec, I reckon.

Yeah. That is if the
natives are friendly.

How's that?

Good.

We expecting any,
uh, trouble?

Nah. From Perez, I doubt it. But you
never know. We've been there before.

♪♪

What is wrong with you?

Just a little target practice.

Vriess isn't complaining.

Goddamn it!

Johner, you son of a bitch!

Come on, man.
You didn't feel a thing.

You are an inbred motherfucker,
you know that?

I'll take the knife
back now.

Whoa.

Call, forget it.

He's been sucking down
too much home brew.

The knife.

Son of a bitch!

Don't push me, little
Call You hang with us for a while,

you'll find out I am not
the man with whom to fuck!

It's about time we start associating
with a better class of people.

I am Father

Welcome to the U.S.M. Auriga.

Step forward for
contraband and weapons search.

Please report
any infectious diseases...

to the medical officers.

levels 7 through 12 are off-limits
to civilians.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Go.

Get your hands up,
please, sir. What?

Could you get
your hands up, please?

There are no weapons
allowed on board, sir.

My own recipe.

Way more dangerous.

Nice welcome, Perez.
What the hell is this?

What, are you afraid the six of us are
gonna hijack your damn ship or what?

Just a minor concern that one
of your asshole crew members...

is gonna get drunk and
put a bullet through the hull.

We happen to be
in space, Elgyn.

No shit. How you been?

Wanna check the chair?

Elgyn, these were very, very hard to come
by. ♪♪

So was our cargo.

- You're, uh, not about to plead poverty on me, are you, General?
- No.

Just saying very few people
deal in cash nowadays.

Just the ones don't like
to keep business records.

- Yourself, for example.
- Drink, Elgyn?

Constantly.

♪♪

Now, I'm gonna take
a wild guess here, General,

but I'm thinking whatever
you got going on here,

it, uh, ain't exactly approved
by Congress.

Who's the...

new filly you got
on board, Elgyn?

Call. Little girl
playing pirates.

She makes an impression.

She is severely fuckable,
ain't she?

Mighty handy with a monkey
wrench too, I might add.

I think Vriess has got a bit
of a light in his eye for her.

Fine little ass like that'd make a
man walk. You know what I mean?

Mind you, uh, I think
she's just a tad curious...

about, uh,
this little transaction of ours.

I mean, I can't say as I blame her.

It's awfully cloak-and-dagger stuff.

It's a military operation.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Correct me if I'm wrong,
but, uh,

I was under the impression
that, uh,

most army medical labs don't have
to operate outside of regulated space.

- What do you want, Elgyn? What can I do for you?
- Me?

- Yeah.
- Oh, two days bed and board.

You know, Vriess might wanna
snag a part here or there, whatever.

I mean, uh, if it's not imposing.

I don't see any problem.

Couple of conditions though. Ah.

Conditions?

Not you...

nor any of your..

Formidable crew members...

will go anywhere near..

Restricted areas.

Rule number two:

No trouble.

Good behavior.
Good behavior.

- No fights.
- No fights.

- No fights.
- No fights.

Mi casa es su casa.

Please
direct cargo to med lab center, area "G."

Follow the lit path.

Do not deviate.

Cargo status..stable.

life-forms intact.

Stasis uninterrupted

Med lab center
is off-limits to civilians.

Thank you.

Oh.
Hey. Chill.

Oh, please. You know
I can't lay off the tall ones.

How you doin'? How
about a little one-on-one?

What do you say?

You got some moves
on you, girl.

Oh, man.

Mm-hmm.

Well, now, if you don't wanna play
basketball, I know some other indoor sports.

Come on, now.
Give me the ball.

Okay, I got a new game.

Tag!

Ripley? Ripley.

You've had enough fun.

What the hell are you?

Something of a predator,
isn't she?

Yes, she continues
to make us all very proud.

We're coming up on just
one minute and 30 seconds left...

to order this one-of-a-kind
collector's item.

Jesus Christ,Johner, what do
you put in this shit, battery acid?

Just for color.

So, we're a fast learner

Now here's a fine item.
This is a really good show, man.

It's from the Gut
Cutter's Celebration Collection,

makers of premier
knives and edge ware.

The knife features
a stain less steel blade,

perfect for any use
in hunting Orin the home.

The pro handle is made from
authentic antique plywood..

And stained in brilliant colors
for an uncanny charm.

Hey, man, that shit
is not easy to come by!

Why don't you take
a walk outside?

...to a cutting edge
that will rip through anything-

Great!

I'm so sorry.
Now I smell like this shit!

If
bitches can't handle this shit,

bitches should stay away
from this shit!

Go to bed. Fucking bitch.

Identification, please.

Please try again.

Please try again.

Thank you, General Perez.

Well?

You gonna kill me,
or what?

There's no point,
is there?

They've taken it
out of you.

Where is it?
Is it on the ship?

You mean my baby.

I don't get it.
If they took it out,

why are they
keeping you alive?

Well, they're curious.
I'm the latest thing.

Look.

I can make it all stop.

The pain, this nightmare.
That's all I can offer you.

What makes you think...

I would let you do that?

Who are you?

Ripley, Ellen,
Lieutenant First Class,

number 36706.

Ellen Ripley died
200 years ago.

You're not her.

I'm not her.

Who am I?

You're a thing, a construct.
They grew you in a fucking lab.

And now they brought it
out of you.

Not all the way out.

I can feel it...
behind my eyes.

I can hear it moving.

You gotta help me stop this thing
before it gets loose.

It's too late.

You can't stop it.

It's inevitable.

Not as long as I'm around.

You'll never get out of here alive.

I don't care.

Really?

I can make it stop.

Go on. Get out of here.

They're looking for you.

I think you're gonna find
that this was very ill-advised.

Where are her friends?
They're in the mess hall, sir

Well, you find them, now.
Quietly.

What the hell
is going on here?

Smells like
a double-cross, boss.

Where's the other one?
With the chair?

Don't ever touch me.

Ever.

You wanna tell us what this is?

You wanna tell me who
you're workin' for. What?

- Wren, they got nothing to do with this.
- To do with what?

Do you know what the
penalties for terrorist activity are?

No goddamn terrorists on my crew.
Call, there something you wanna tell me?

Look. I don't care whether you knew or not. You
brought a terrorist on board a military vessel.

And as far as I am concerned,
you all die with her!

Do you understand?

Yeah.

I understand.

Christie.

Down!

Freeze!

Stop! Drop your weapons!

And you! Drop that piece
of shit, or I blow his head off!

- Can't do that, man.
- Drop it now!

- Can't do that. They're attached to me.
- I'm not fucking with you!

You're all under arrest for a code
eight, which is concealed weapons,

and a code 12, which is murder!

Release Dr. Wren!
Kiss my ass.

Put down your weapons
and assume the fucking-

Everybody okay?

Real easy, soldier boy,

Security, Get up!

There is a serious problem
in the mess hall.

You lie to me now,
little girl,

I will cut your throat and leave
you here to die, you understand me?

This is security, Section 2. We do
no tread you. Hello? Goddamn it! Hello?

We do not copy you.
Please repeat.

Hello?
Please repeat.

Gediman!

He's conducting illegal experiments.
He is breeding some sort of-

Ice the goddamn mole! Listen
to me! He is breeding an alien species.

More than dangerous.
If those things get loose,

it's gonna make the Lacerta plague
look like a fucking square dance!

Shut up!

Listen.

Your attention, please.

Security breach, med lab,
Level 15.

Go. Let's get back to the Betty, Doctor and
soldier boy here can see us to the door.

What about
Vriess? Fuck Vriess.

Your attention, please.

Unauthorized opening
of cage three.

Unauthorized opening
of cages five,

seven, eight, 10-

- Move it! Now!
- Evacuation.

- Go! Go now!
- Evacuation.

This is not a drill.

- Evacuation.
- Move it! Go! Get on board!

Your attention, please.

Nonhuman presence detected,

levels 21, 23,

27 14,

level 38, Level 39.

Evacuation.

Proceed to lifeboats.

This is not a drill.

Thank you for your cooperation.

I'll give you
holes, you slimy bastard!

Move it! Let's go!

- Final life boat ready for launch.
- Get aboard!

Go!

Complete evacuation now

Grenade.

Alert. Alert.

Evacuation incomplete.

Civilian presence detected
in area "H. " Warning.

Main vessel
declared uninhabitable.

Elgyn, come
on. let's move, man.

Yeah.

Elgyn? Elgyn, where are you?

Elgyn, where are you?

Elgyn?

Elgyn!

God. Elgyn? Elgyn?

Elgyn!

Elgyn!

Elgyn!

Easy, Hillard!
Christie, give me a hand here!

Get him up!
Give me a hand here!

Come on! Let's get
him up! Move out of the way!

No! Ah, shit.

What the fuck did this?
What's in this place?

- Call, get down!
- What the fuck is that?

Don't shoot!
It's in front of the hull!

What is that?

- Come on, man. Time to go.
- Time to go! Get back!

Damn!

Call, time to go!
Come on, Call!

Get the goddamn door open!

We can't open it!
We can't open the door!

- We gotta go back!
- I'm not going back! You go back!

What the fuck?

Was it everything
you hoped for?

Leave him alone!

What do we do now, man?

Same thing we're doin'. Get the
hell outta here! What if there's more?

I say we stay here, man.
Let the army guys deal

Where the fuck
are the army guys?

They're dead!

Well, then we don't need
this asshole anymore.

- Step back!
- No, you step back!

- Stop it!
- You got no authority here!

Doctor, that thing
that killed my partner,

that's your pet
science project? Yes.

- Let me do him right now, man!
- I should let him do you right now!

How many more are there?

How many more are there?
Twelve.

- Twelve?
- Twelve.

Twelve.

There'll be more.

So,

who do I have to fuck
to get off this boat?

I can get you off
Maybe not the boat, but-

Let's get out of here.
No, wait a second here.

She was the host
for these monsters.

Wren cloned her because
she had one inside her

She's not human.

She was part of his experiment,
and she will turn on us in a second.

I don't give
a shit what she is.

She's too much of a
risk. We have to leave her

- She comes.
- We can't trust her!

I don't trust anyone.

If we're gonna survive this mess,
we all stick together

Agreed?

Hillard, we gotta go. It's not
over. We gotta get to the Betty,

Make a nice souvenir.

I can't believe
you did that.

Did what?
Killed one of 'em.

It's like killing your own
kind. It was in my way.

Oh, man!

Who were you expecting, Santa Claus?

Thought you
were toast for certain, man.

Shit. Where's Elgyn?

Oh, shit.

Hey, man, what if we get to
the Betty and they're all over it?

- All the activity's been in the aft sector by the barracks. Why would they move?
- They won't.

If they send anyone out,

it'll be, uh, here,

where the meat is.

Yeah. Well, I say if we wanna make any
decent time, I say we ditch the cripple.

- No offense, man.
- None taken.

Nobody is left behind.
Not even you,Johner.

- What's the quickest way out of here?
- After the cooling tower,

there's a freight elevator

It runs from the top of the ship
down to Engineering Level 1 deck.

- Take us straight to the dock.
- Sounds reasonable. Let's do it.

We're moving.

- What?
- The ship is moving.

I can feel it.

The ship has stealth run.
There's no way you can tell.

She's right.

The ship's been go since the attack.

That's a standard emergency
procedure. That's right.

Any serious problem, and the
ship autopilots back to home base.

And you were planning
on letting us know this?

Nobody asked.

What's home base?

Earth.

Oh, great.

Bastard. - Earth?

I'd rather stay here
with the things, man.

How long until we get to Earth?

Three hours almost.

We gotta blow the ship.

Call, you're not blowing this ship.

Not while we're on it, okay?

We get out of this shit, you
do as you please, all right?

Earth, man.
What a shit-hole.

It's clear.

Hey, Ripley.

I heard you, like,
ran into these things before.

That's right.
Wow, man.

So, like, what did you do?

I died.

Not that way!

Ripley,

Ripley, come on.

Ripley, we got no time
for sightseeing here.

Ripley, don't.

Hel-

Kill... me.

Kill me.

Don't do it, Ripley.

Don't do what?

What's the big deal, man?

Fuckin' waste of ammo.

Let's go.

Must be a chick thing.

Am I dreaming, or is this not
the shit we brought with us?

Yeah, it's the same shit.

St ink sin here, man.
Let's keep moving.

Getaway from me!
Getaway from me!

Getaway from me!
Getaway from me!

Drop the rod, man.
Get away from me!

- Do it!
- Get away from me.

Get away from me.

Who are you people?

- What's happening here?
- Calm down.

What's happening here is we're
getting the fuck off this ghost ship, okay?

Ship? What ship?

Where am I?

I was in cryo, right?
On my way to Xarem, right?

Work crew for the nickel
refinery, right?

I wake up.
I know I don't understand

Oh, God. Uh, I s- I saw-
I saw horrible things.

Look, you're coming with us.
It's too dangerous for you here.

Leave him.

Fuck you.
We're not leaving him here.

He's got one inside of him.

I can smell it.

Inside me?

Inside me? What's inside
me? Hey, man.

I don't want one of those things
birthing anywhere near my ass.

It's a bad risk.

- What's inside me?
- Look, we can't just leave him here.

- I thought you came here to stop 'em from spreadin'.
- What's inside me?

- There's gotta be a process. Can't you stop it?
- Got no time for that.

- I can't do it here. The lab is
out of order - What's inside me?

I could do him.
Back of the head.

Painless.
It might be the best way,

- What's inside me?
- No, there's got to be another way.

What if we freeze him?
What's in-fuckin'-side me?

A parasite!

Foreign element.

There's a monster in your chest.

These guys
hijacked your ship,

and they sold
your cryo tube...

to this... human,

and he put an alien inside of you.

It's a really nasty one.

And in a few hours, it's gonna
burst its way through your rib cage...

and you're gonna die.

Any questions?

Who are you?

I'm the monster's mother.

Look, he comes with
us, we freeze him on the Betty,

- then the doctor can remove it later.
- Fine with me.

Since when were you
in goddamn charge?

- Since you were born without balls!
- Ease off, people.

All right. You come with
us. You might even live.

Get twitchy
on me, and you'll be shot.

Let's move out.

It's a mess down
there! Is this the only way?

Vriess, we gotta lose
the chair.

I know.

Kawlang maneuver,
all right?

Yeah,just like old times.
Yeah.

Must be the cooling tanks.

Somebody must have
opened the valves.

The nasties couldn't have
done this, could they?

We're at the bottom
of the ship.

We have to go through
the kitchen, maybe 90 feet,

to the freight elevator
on the other side.

- I don't like it.
- What's to like?

This sucks!

- Wren, are you sure about the distance?
- Yes.

- You ready to get wet, partner?
- Yeah.

Hey, uh, do your weapons
fire underwater?

- Yeah, they're disposables. They can take it.
- Disposables?

Hey, I heard about those. Yeah.

- How many rounds?
- Twenty.

Split points give you a good hole,
even at the smaller caliber.

Oh. Hey, that's cool.

Yeah. They're big with hitters 'cause
you, uh, throw 'em away after the job.

Nobody likes to throw away a weapon
they're attached to. You know what I mean?

Yeah.

Guess I don't have to tell everyone
to take a deep breath.

Hey,
Christie, do me a favor

When we hit the surface
on the other side,

no backstroke, okay?

Jesus Christ!

They set a goddamn trap.

It's a goddamn ambush!

Distephano!

It won't break.
Give me your weapon.

You really are way too trusting.

No!

No!

You killed her!
You bastard!

I'll get you!

Father, lock the door.

Christie! Climb! Climb!

I'm doin' it, man!
Come on!

Come on!

It's jammed!
Move it!

It's jammed!

Get off my foot, bitch!

Get off me!

Johner!

Get off me!
Get off me!

Aaah! Johner!

Die, motherfucker!

Do it, man!

Hey!

Real nice party, ain't it?

Christie! Christie!

Christie! No!

Christie!

Christie!

What are you doing?
Don't do it!

Don't!
We can make it!

No!

Damn!

This way.

Come on!

Baby, am I glad to see you.

I was sure that asshole got you.
Are you hurt?

I'm fine.

You got body armor on?
Yeah. Come on.

You took it in the chest.
I saw it.

You're a robot?

Son of a bitch! Our little
Call is just full of surprises.

I should have known.
No human being is that humane.

I thought synthetics were
supposed to be all logical and shit.

You're just
a big old psycho, girl.

- You're a robot?
- You're a second gen, aren't you?

You're an Auton.

Robots designed
by robots, right? Hah!

Oh, yeah. That's right.
I remember.

Now, they were supposed to
revitalize the synthetic industry.

Instead, they buried it.

They didn't
like being told what to do.

Government ordered
a recall.

Now, I heard-
I had- I had heard...

that only a few- just a
few- had gotten out intact.

Man, I never, never thought
that I would see one!

Great. She's a toaster oven.

Can we leave now?

How long before we land?

Just under two
hours. Hey, Vriess.

You got a socket wrench? Maybe
she just needs an oil change.

I'm sorry. Access denied
I can't believe I almost fucked it.

Yeah, like you
never fucked a robot!

You know, if Wren gets in
the computer, he could really screw us.

We gotta find a terminal.
No, there's no console on this level.

We'd have to go back.
Well, we can't go back.

- And I don't know any of Wren's access codes.
- Help me.

Call.

No. I can't.

Right. You're the new model droid

You can access the
mainframe by remote. No, I can't.

I burned my modem.
We all did.

Call, you can still patch in manually
You know that.

There's
ports in the chapel, up there.

Call.

You're programmed for
that? Don't make me do this.

Don't make me make you.

I don't want to go in there.

It's like my in sides are liquid
It's not real.

Get over it.

You can blow the ship
before it reaches Earth...

and kill them all.

Just give us time
to get out first.

Damn it.
Anything?

Hold on.

Breach in Sector 7, Sector 3.

Sector 9 unstable.

Engines operating at 41 %.

Eighty-six minutes
until Earth dock.

We burned too much energy.

I can't make critical mass.
I can't blow it.

Then crash it.

Yeah.

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Really.

I feel good.

Ground level recalibrated.

New destination:
7-6-0-4-0-3.

Uninhabited quadrant.

Braking systems off-lined.
Acceleration increase.

Time until impact now
43 minutes, 8 seconds.

Try to clear us a path
to the Betty...

and start her up.

Okay.

Please wait.

Emergency override
in console 45V, Level 1.

It's Wren.
He's almost at the Betty,

Father, locate
the power drain. Report.

Father? Father!

Father's dead, asshole.

Intruder on level 1.

All aliens,
please proceed to Level 1.

You got a mean streak.

Damn it. Let me see.

- Don't touch me.
- Come on.

You must think
this is pretty funny.

I'm finding a lot of things
funny lately,

but I don't think they are.

Why do you go on living?

How can you stand
being what you are?

Not much choice.

At least there's
a part of you that's human.

I'm just- Look at me.

I'm disgusting.

Why did you come here?

To kill you,
remember?

Before the recall,

I accessed the mainframe.

Every dirty little covert op the
government ever dreamed of is in there.

And this-you, the aliens,

even the crew from the Betty- I knew if
they succeeded, it would be the end of them.

Why do you care
what happens to them?

Because I'm programmed to.

You're programmed
to be an asshole?

You're the new asshole model
they're putting out?

Come on.

I couldn't watch 'em do it.

I couldn't let 'em
annihilate themselves.

Do you understand that?

I did once.

I tried to save...
people.

It didn't work out.

There was this girl.

She had bad dreams.

I tried to help her.

She died.

Now I can't even
remember her name.

I guess we're almost there.

Right.

Do you dream?

I- Well, we have
neuroprocessors that- Yes.

When I sleep,
I dream about them- it.

Every night.
All around me, in me.

I used to be afraid to
dream, but I'm not anymore.

Why?

Because no matter
how bad the dreams get,

when I wake up,
it's always worse.

- It's not so far now!
- God, I'm so tired.

Sleep when you die, man.

Oh, no. This is bad, right?

- I think we're near the nest.
- Well, then we'll go another way.

We don't have time.
We got nearly 90 minutes.

- Not anymore.
- What are you saying?

- What did you do, robot?
- Let's go. Come on.

Hey! You want to die here with your
little brothers and sisters, that's cool!

But I plan to live past today!

If this little hunk of plastic
is pulling any shit,

I'm gonna kill her!

Kill you!
Does that compute?

Or do I have to
draw you a schematic?

Hey!

You want another souvenir?

- How far are the docks?
- A h-hundred yards.

Ripley.

Ripley.

Come on.

Ripley, we have to go.

I hear them.

I hear them.
They're so close.

Ripley.
It's the queen.

She's in pain.

Ripley!

Ripley!

Wait!

Oh, my God.

We gotta be moving.

The best thing you can do
is pray for a quick death.

Come on. Come on.

It's not right.

I've been saying that all day.

It's up to you now, Call.

I need you to patch into
the ship again and open the hatch.

Johner, we should put Purvis
in the freezer now.

All right, little buddy.

Nap time.

Oh!

Nobody moves,
or I put a cap...

right where
this little droid's brain is.

Distephano, take the weapons.

Begging your pardon, sir,
but fuck you!

Oh, fine. Then I kill her,
and you kill me,

and we all die,
and nobody goes home!

Now drop the weapon.

Then this little
synthetic bitch...

is gonna plug into the Auriga,

and she is gonna take us
right back to home base,

according to the standard
emergency procedures.

- No, she's not.
- Are you crazy?

You still want to bring
those things back to Earth?

- Haven't you been paying any attention today?
- Ah, the intellectual speaks.

Stay there!
Listen, if you don't-

Don't you ever shut up?

Why does nobody listen to me?

I told you. At
first, everything was normal.

The queen laid her eggs.
But then she started to change.

She added a second cycle cell.

So,

this time there is no host.

There are no eggs.

There is only her womb...

and the creature inside.

That is Ripley's gift to her.

A human reproductive system.

She is giving birth
for you, Ripley,

and now she is perfect!

You are...

a beautiful,

beautiful butterfly.

No.

No. No.

Ah, look. Look.

Beautiful, beautiful
little baby.

Look. It thinks
you're its mother

Come on.

Come on.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Come on.

Civilian vessel on line.

Emergency departure
authorized

All right. She's hot. I'll open the Auriga's
air locks, pull the holding clamps on your mark.

Right. I-I just need
to find, uh, the, uh-

th-the vertical thrust lock.

Are you sure you guys
can fly this thing? Yes!

- launch status is go.
- No!

Ripley.

- Hey.
- I thought you were dead

Yeah, I get that a lot.
Why are we still here?

Uh, I'm just, uh, finding
the, uh, manual override.

- For Christ's sake.
- Hey, Ripley,

Good memory. Excuse me.

Ripley's back, man.
Is that it?

Nope.

You can't fly one of
these things too, can you?

Are you kidding? This piece
of shit is even older than I am.

- - Goddamn it.
- We've still got breach. The hatch.

- I closed it.
- Fixed the goddamn hatch a hundred times, man!

I'll get it. I'll get it.

Approaching Earth's atmosphere.

Window of departure
now 46 seconds.

Call, we have to go.

Call

We've gotta get out of here.

Window of
departure now 20 seconds.

Grab on to something, Call.
We're outta here.

Come on, baby.

This thing is gonna fall apart.

Pressure's unstable!

Go help Call turn on
the auxiliary pump!

Distephano?

Come on! Step on it!

Hey, I'm not the mechanic
here, Iron sides!

I mostly just hurt people!

Shit. Call!

Call, get back up here!

Call! Call!

Ripley!
Hey, Ripley!

Johner, where are you,
you son of a bitch?

- Get on it, bastard!
- What am I supposed to do?

Grab the sticks.

Put her down.

Oh.

Ripley!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

I'm sorry.

No!

U.S.M. Auriga
will impact in five seconds.

Four Three.

Two. One.

Thank you.

- What's burnin'?
- Us!

Shit! You're right! -

So this is Earth, huh?

This is Earth.

This is
my first time here.

I suppose the military will be sniffing
around here pretty soon.

Bet you're not
too anxious to see them.

Not really.

You know, a person could get pretty
lost around here if they wanted to.

What do you think?

What should we do?

I don't know.

I'm a stranger here myself.