Part One
| The Nostromo crew having breakfast together in the dining room shortly after awakening from statis. | |
| Brett | This is the worst shit I've ever seen, man. |
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| Parker | What you say? You got any biscuits over there? |
| Ripley | Here's some cornbread. |
| Parker | Cornbread. Yeah. |
| Lambert | I am cold. |
| Parker | Still with us, Brett? |
| Brett | Right. |
| Kane | Oh, I feel dead. |
| Parker | Anybody ever tell you you look dead, man? |
| Brett | [Laughs.] |
| Parker | Oh, yeah. Right! I just forgot something, man. Uh, before we dock, I think we ought to discuss the bonus situation. |
| Brett | Right, right. |
| Parker | Brett and I, we think we ought to, we deserve full shares. Right? |
| Brett | You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on a, an equitable level. |
| Dallas | Well, you get what you contracted for like everybody else. |
| Brett | Yes, but everybody else gets more than us. |
| An electronic signal goes off interrupting the conversation. | |
| Ash | Dallas, "MOTHER" wants to talk to you. |
| Dallas | Yeah, I saw it. Yellow lights for my eyes only. OK, get dressed, huh? Parker? |
| Parker | I haven't finished my coffee. Its the only thing good on this ship. |
| Dallas enters the interface room to communicate with "MOTHER". | |
| Dallas | Morning, "MOTHER". |
| The Nostromo's crew make preparations on the ship's cockpit. | |
| Ripley | Right? |
| Kane | Ok. Plug us in. |
| Ash | Thank you. |
| Lambert | Where is Earth? |
| Kane | You should know. |
| Ripley | Its not our system. |
| Kane | Scan. |
| Lambert | [Sighs.] I cant believe this. |
| Kane | Contact traffic control. |
| Lambert | This is commercial towing vehicle Nostromo, out of the Solomons, registration number 180924609, calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me? Over. Commercial towing vehicle Nostromo, out of the Solomons. Registration number 180924609. |
| Ripley | Nothing. |
| Kane | Keep trying. |
| Ripley | Calling Antarctica traffic control. Do you read me, Antarctica? Over. (x2) |
| Lambert | I've found it, just short of Zeta II Reticuli. We haven't reached the outer rim yet. |
| Kane | That's hard to believe. |
| Lambert | What the hell are we doing out here? |
| Kane | Don't know. What the hell are you talking about? |
| Ripley | That's not our system. |
| Lambert | I know that. |
| The scene cuts to Parker and Brett having a conversation while heading for the crew's meeting. | |
| Parker | Listen, do you ever notice how they never come down here? This is where the work is, right? Same reason we get a half share to their one.
Our time is their time. |
| Brett | Same old shit, man. |
| Parker | I think I know why they don't come down. Its because of you. You have no personality. |
| The crew gather for a meeting at the dining room. | |
| Parker | You happen to be in my seat. Can I have it? |
| Ash | Yes. Of course. Sorry. |
| Parker | What's happening now, baby? |
| Dallas | Well, some of you may have figured out were not home yet. Were only halfway there. |
| Parker | What? |
| Dallas | "MOTHER"s interrupted ourjourney course. |
| Kane | Why? |
| Dallas | Yeah. Shes programmed to do that should certain conditions arise. They have. |
| Parker | Like what? |
| Dallas | It seems she has intercepted a transmission of unknown origin. She got us up to check it out. |
| Ripley | A transmission? Out here? |
| Dallas | Yeah. |
| Lambert | What kind of a transmission? |
| Dallas | Acoustical beacon, that repeats at intervals of 12 seconds. |
| Kane | SOS? |
| Dallas | I don't know. |
| Ripley | Human? |
| Dallas | Unknown. |
| Parker | So what? [Laughs.] |
| Kane | We are obligated under Section... |
| Parker | I hate to bring this up, but this is a commercial ship, not a rescue ship. |
| Brett | Right. |
| Parker | Its not in my contract, this kind of duty. And what about the money? If you wanna give me some money, Id be happy to oblige. Right. Lets go over the bonus situation. |
| Ash | Im sorry, can I say something? There is a clause which states any systematized transmission. |
| Parker | I don't wanna hear it. |
| Ash | Indicating intelligent origin must be investigated... |
| Parker | I wanna go home and party. |
| Dallas | Parker, will you just listen to the man? |
| Ash | ...on penalty of total forfeiture of shares. No money. |
| Dallas | You got that? |
| Parker | [Laughs.] Well, yeah! [Laughs.] |
| Dallas | Were going in. |
| The Nostromo prepares to locate the source of the mysterious transmission. | |
| MOTHER | Approaching orbital apogee. Mark. [Begins to countdown from 11 to 1.] |
| Ash | Equatorial orbit nailed. |
| Dallas | DORs in line. |
| Ripley | Status on the lifters? |
| Dallas | Give me an AC pressure reading. |
| Ash | 48 seconds and counting. |
| Dallas | Prepare to disengage from platform. |
| MOTHER | 20 seconds. [Begins to countdown from 18 to 1.] lock. |
| The Nostromo prepares to disengage from platform. | |
| Dallas | Disengage. |
| Ripley | Clear. |
| Dallas | Moneys safe. Lets take her down. |
| The Nostromo launches. | |
| Kane | Roll 92 degrees, port yaw. |
| Ripley | Prime the port. |
| The Nostromo descends to the planet. | |
| Ripley | I'm not getting anything. |
| MOTHER | Turbulence. |
| Ripley | Locked and floating. You can drop us anytime now. |
| Dallas | Alright. Initial dampings going off. Hold on, people, theres going to be a little bump. |
| Parker | [Hears as strange sound.] What the hell was that? |
| Brett | Pressure drop. Must have lost a shield. |
| Dallas | Lets go with it. |
| Ripley | I'm still not getting anything. |
| Ash | Yeah. Dropping off now. Still dropping. |
| Dallas | Take her down. |
| The Nostromo looks for a landing spot while counting down from 9 to 1. | |
| Dallas | Navigation lights on. [Presses button.] |
| Kane | We got five Jane, still out. No problem, just down 11 percent. Quin stages, ok. |
| The Nostromo prepares to land while counting down from 12 to 1. | |
| Dallas | Kill drive engines. |
| The Nostromo's landing goes wrong and the alarm rings. Several electrical circuits occur and the crew tries to extinguish them | |
| Dallas | What the hell happened? Somebody give me an answer! |
| Kane | Is the hull breached? |
| Ripley | I don't see anything. We still have pressure. |
| Dallas | Push the screen. |
| Kane | Why? |
| Parker | Secondary load-sharing unit is out. Three of the four cells are gone. |
| Ripley | Is that it? |
| Parker | No, hold on. Uh. We can't fix it out here anyway and we need to reroute a couple of these ducts. |
| Kane | Dry-dock time. |
| Brett | Dry-dock. Tell him to dry-dock! |
| Parker | But we couldn't fix it out here anyway. We've gotta reroute all these ducts and uh, in order to do that, we've got to dry-dock. |
| Dallas | [Sighs.] What else? |
| Parker | Some fragments caked up. We've got to clean it out and repressurize it. |
| Ripley | How long before were functional? |
| Parker | Look... What? What. |
| Brett | Just 17 hours, tell her. |
| Parker | At least 25 hours. |
| Ripley | Get started. I'll be right down. |
| Parker | What the hells she coming down here for? |
| Brett | She better stay the fuck out of my way. |
| Dallas | Any response yet? |
| Ash | No, absolutely nothing, except the same transmission every 12 seconds. All the other channels are dead. |
| Dallas | Kick on the floods. |
| Kane | We can't go anywhere in this. |
| Ash | MOTHER says the sun rises in 20 minutes. |
| Dallas | How far to the source of transmission? |
| Ash | Northeast. Just under 2,000 meters. |
| Kane | Walking distance? |
| Dallas | [Laughs with small tone.] Can you give me an atmospheric? |
| Ash | Yes |
| Kane | Oh! |
| Ash | Its almost primordial. There's inert nitrogen, high concentration
of carbon dioxide crystals, methane... I'm working on the trace elements. |
| Dallas | Anything else? |
| Ash | Yes. There's rock, lava base. Deep cold, well below the line. |
| Kane | I'll volunteer to be in the first group to go out. |
| Dallas | Yeah, that figures. You, too, Lambert. |
| Lambert | Swell. |
| Kane | You'd better break out the weapons. |
| The team prepares to head out to search for the transmission's source. | |
| Lambert | I can't see a goddamn thing! |
| Dallas | Ash, are you receiving? |
| Ash | [Making random hand gestures.] Good contact on my board. |
| Dallas | Clear and free. Keep the line open. Let's go. |
| The scene cuts to Parker, Brett and Ripley repairing the Nostromo. | |
| Parker | Hey, Ripley. Hey, Ripley, I want to ask you a question. If they find what they're looking for, do we get full shares? |
| Ripley | Don't worry, Parker, you'll get whatever's coming to you. |
| Brett | Look, I'm not gonna do any more work until we get this straightened out. |
| Ripley | Brett, you're guaranteed by law to get a share. |
| Parker | What? |
| Ripley | Why don't you just fuck off? |
| Parker | What? |
| Brett | What did you say, Rip? |
| Ripley | If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge. |
| Parker | Hey, Ripley, come back here! |
| Parker and Brett | [Laughs.] |
| Parker | Son of a bitch. |
| Brett | What's the matter? |
| The scene cuts to the team venturing on the planet's surface. | |
| Lambert | Can't see a goddamn thing. |
| Kane | Quit griping. |
| Lambert | I like griping. |
| Dallas | Come on, knock it off. |
| The scene cuts to Ripley viewing the planet's surface. | |
| Ripley | How's it going? |
| Ash | Oh, all right. |
| Ripley | Did you put the transmission through ECIU? |
| Ash | No. MOTHER hasn't identified it yet. |
| Ripley | Mind if I give it a shot? |
| Ash | Please do. |
| The scene cuts to the team continuing their venture and eventually discover the Derelict. | |
| Dallas | Ash, can you see this? |
| Ash | Yes, I can. I've never seen anything like it. |
| Dallas | It's very bizarre. |
| Kane | You said it. |
| Dallas | All right. Moving on to second... position. |
| Lambert | What is it? Let's get outta here. |
| Kane | We've got this far. We must go on. We have to go on. |
| Ash | Will you say that again? Shit! |
| Dallas | Ash, as you can see, its hard to describe. |
| Ash | I'm going back to the console. |
| The team prepares to enter the Derelict | |
| Ash | Dallas! |