Alien 3 Page #4

on the back of your head.

That does deserve

an explanation.

Now is not the moment.

[lntercom buzzes]

AARON:
Mr. Clemens.

Mr. Aaron.

AARON:
Superintendent Andrews

would like you to report...

to ventshaft twenty-two

on the second quadrant... now.

We've had an accident.

CLEMENS:
Something serious?

AARON:
You could call it that.

One of our prisoners

has been... diced.

CLEMENS:
Sorry.

I have to go.

Official duties.

ANDREWS:
Who was it?

Murphy.

How do you know?

That's his boot.

I gave him the assignment, sir.

He was a wanker.

No apologies, Mr. Aaron.

It wasn't yourfault.

CLEMENS:

Not much to say, is there?

Death was instantaneous.

AARON:
No sh*t.

ANDREWS:

He was pulled into the fan?

Sudden rush of air, except...

AARON:
Right.

Almost happened to me once.

I've told them so many times,

"Stay away from the fans."

Nobody bloody listens.

Except the fan was blowing.

- What's that?

- I don't know.

ANDREWS:
I want to see you

in my quarters in 30 minutes.

AARON:
Got any ideas?

CLEMENS:
Here you are.

Wandering around unescorted...

is really going to piss

Superintendent Andrews off.

Want to tell me

about your accident?

A prisoner has been killed.

- Really?

- Hmm.

- How?

- In the air shaft.

CLEMENS:
Poor sod

backed into a nine-footfan.

Ifound something

at the accident site...

just a bit away

from where it happened.

A mark.

A burn.

Rather like the one youfound

on the girl's cryo-tube.

I want to help, but I need

to know what's going on...

or what you think is going on.

If you really want to help...

find a computer

with audio capabilities...

so I can access

this flight recorder.

What about Bishop,

the droid that crashed with me?

I can point you

in the right direction.

I can't join you.

I have a previous engagement.

Listen to me,

you piece of sh*t.

You screw with me again,

I'll cut you in half.

I'm sorry.

I don't think I understand.

At 0700 hours, I received

wordfrom the network.

This is the first

high-level communication...

this installation has ever

received, to my knowledge.

They want this woman

looked after.

They consider her to be

high-priority.

- Why?

- I have no idea.

Why did you let her

out of the infirmary?

This accident with Murphy...

is what happens when one

of these dumb sons of b*tches

walks around with a hard-on.

I'm a doctor.

You're the jailer.

We both know exactly

what you are.

ANDREWS:
Sit down.

It might be better if I left.

lfind you

unpleasant to be around.

You do? Isn't that lovely?

Consider this, Mr. Clemens.

Would you like me to explain

your sordid history...

to your newfoundfriend?

For her personal edification,

of course.

Now sit the hell down.

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