Alien 3

[Crack]

COMPUTER:
Stasis interrupted.

Fire in cryogenic compartment.

Repeat,

fire in cryogenic compartment.

All personnel...

report to emergency

escape vehicle launch pod.

Deep-space flight will commence

in T-minus twenty seconds.

[Alarm sounds]

[Heavy breathing]

[Alarm buzzes]

MAN:
Get going!

SECOND MAN:
Jesus Christ!

THIRD MAN:

Hell of a way to land!

FRANK:
Get the torch.

RAINS:
How many?

Don't know. Three, maybe four.

MURPHY:
Frank, can we hurry?

It's going to be

forty below in five minutes.

Aah!

[Barks]

RAINS:

I'm going to kill that thing.

FRANK:
That stupid dog

of yours. Get it out!

RAINS:
I hate that thing.

Get rid of the dog.

MURPHY:
He's gone.

RAINS:
Not a bad way to go, huh?

Ha ha ha.

MURPHY:
Frank, let's go!

FRANK:
Wait!

One of them's still alive.

CLEMENS:
All right.

We'll need all of those.

CLEMENS:

That's it. OK. All right.

[Men shouting orders]

[Barking]

ANDREWS:
This is rumor control.

Here are the facts.

As some of you know,

a 337 model EEV...

crash-landed here

at 0600 on the morning watch.

There was one survivor...

two dead, and a droid

that was smashed beyond repair.

The survivor is a woman.

[Prisoners chattering]

PRISONER:
Is she pretty?

I've taken a vow of celibacy.

PRISONER:
So have we all!

MORSE:

That also includes women.

We've all taken the vow!

I'd like to say I do not

appreciate Company policy...

allowing her to intermingle

with inmates and staff!

What brother means 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're aware of yourfeelings

in this matter.

You will be pleased to know

I have requested a rescue team.

Hopefully, they will be here

inside of a week...

and evacuate her ASAP.

PRISONER:
Don't give us that!

What's her medical status?

She's not badly damaged.

She's unconscious.

I can't be more specific now.

Will she live?

I think so.

ANDREWS:
It's bestfor all that

she stay in the infirmary...

until the rescue team arrives.

And certainly not

without an escort, right?

AARON:
Sir.

Gentlemen!

We should all stick

to our set routine...

and not get unduly agitated,

correct?

All right.

Thank you, gentlemen.

All right.

PRISONER:
Better get here soon,

or there won't be much left.

RIPLEY:
What's that?

Just a little cocktail

of my own mix. An eye-opener.

You a doctor?

My name is Clemens.

I'm 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?

CLEMENS:

It's basically a stabilizer.

We have a big problem

with lice.

I'll give you some clippers

for your private parts.

RIPLEY:
How did I get here?

CLEMENS:

You crash-landed in an EEV...

evidently separated

from your mother ship...

before you hit our atmosphere.

How long were you in hypersleep?

Coming out that way

can jolt your system.

I'll be sick

for a couple of weeks.

CLEMENS:
Indeed.

[Sighs]

Where are the others?

They didn't make it.

- What?

- They didn't survive.

I have to get to the ship.

Have to get to the ship.

You're in no condition.

Want to get me some clothes,

or should I go like this?

Given the nature of

our indigenous population...

I would suggest clothes.

They haven't seen a woman

in years.

Neither have I, for that matter.

CLEMENS:
This used to be

a 5,000-convictfacility...

but it's been reduced to a

custodial staff of twenty-five.

- Why?

- Keep the pilot light on.

RIPLEY:
Pilot lightfor what?

CLEMENS:

Blastfurnace. Natural methane.

We have a foundry,

Lieutenant Ripley.

The inmates forge lead sheets

for toxic waste containment.

RIPLEY:

How do you know my name?

CLEMENS:
It's stenciled

on the back of your shorts.

PRISONER:
Hey! Pick them up!

PRISONER:
Release the cable!

RIPLEY:
Where are the bodies?

CLEMENS:
We have a morgue.

We put them there until

the investigators arrive...

in about a week.

There was a droid.

CLEMENS:
Disconnected. There

were pieces of him all over.

We put what was left

on the rubbish tip.

The corporal was impaled

by that safety support.

He never knew what hit him.

And the girl?

CLEMENS:

She drowned in her cryo-tube.

I don't think

she was conscious...

when it happened.

Um, I'm sorry.

CLEMENS:
What's the matter?

- Where is she?

- In the morgue.

I have to see her.

God, there you are!

I've been looking

everywhere for you!

Where you been, huh?

[Whimpering]

Come here.

You OK?

Let me see, Spike. Are you OK?

Let me see.

What have you been

sticking yourface into?

Did somebody do this to you?

What kind of animal

would do this to a dog?

Um...

could I have a moment alone,

please?

CLEMENS:
Yes, of course.

Forgive me.

KEVIN:
What's she doing?

CLEMENS:
OK?

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.

RIPLEY:
I'm not so sure. I...

I have to see inside of her.

CLEMENS:
You're disorientated.

Half your system...

RIPLEY:

I have a very, very good reason.

Perhaps you'd like to share it.

Possible contagion.

CLEMENS:
What kind, exactly?

- Cholera.

- Cholera?

There hasn't been a case of

cholera for two hundred years.

Please.

[Yawns]

Everything's in place.

There's no sign of infection.

No indication of disease.

Careful.

Lungs.

Flooded with fluid.

Ergo, she drowned.

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