| INT. NOSTROMO - BRIDGE - MOMENTS LATER |
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| The lights flicker as Dallas enters the Bridge, a room |
| bristling with advanced tech. He makes his way to the |
| captain's chair. Its display illuminates with an array |
| of warnings and notifications. |
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| DALLAS |
| Mother, report status. |
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| The MAIN VIEWSCREEN comes alive with the visage of MOTHER, |
| a soothing yet artificial face. |
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| MOTHER (V.O.) |
| Hull integrity compromised. Unknown |
| organism detected in lower decks. Quarantine |
| protocol in effect. |
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|
| Dallas' eyes widen, a mix of confusion and concern. |
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| DALLAS |
| That wasn't on the docket for wake-up calls. |
| Where's the breach? |
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| MOTHER (V.O.) |
| Section 12, sub-level G. Recommend immediate |
| investigation. |
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| INT. NOSTROMO - MESS - SAME TIME |
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| The crew, still gathered, turns as a red LIGHT begins to |
| pulsate overhead. |
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| RIPLEY |
| That's not our average siren... |
| Ash, thoughts? |
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| ASH |
| It's an emergency code. Rarely used. |
| I'll check the mainframe. |
|
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| As the crew is about to disperse, a LOW GROWL emanates from |
| the air duct. They freeze, exchanging nervous glances. |
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| PARKER |
| That's no siren or a busted engine... |
| What the hell was that? |
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| INT. NOSTROMO - MESS - CONTINUOUS |
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| The crew stand motionless, suspended in a collective breath, |
| as the growl echoes and fades. Silence descends, a messenger |
| of dread. Ripley steps toward the THROBBING AIR DUCT, her gaze |
| steady but her hand unwittingly finding the knife on the counter. |
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| RIPLEY |
| (to the crew) |
| Stay sharp. We don't know what's in there. |
|
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| Parker inches closer to Brett, trying not to show his concern. |
| |
| BRETT |
| (whispering) |
| They said hauling ore would be the danger... |
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| Lambert clutches a napkin, wringing it in her hands. |
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| LAMBERT |
| We're not equipped for this. We should just seal the |
| section and move on. |
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| Dallas' voice CRACKLES through the COMM: |
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| DALLAS (V.O.) |
| Listen up! We have a situation. I need a volunteer |
| team to investigate Section 12. Suit up and be careful. |
|
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| Ripley locks eyes with Dallas on the SCREEN. |
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| RIPLEY |
| On it. Parker, Brett— you're with me. |
| Lambert, monitor comms. Ash, stay with her. |
| Dallas, we'll keep you posted. |
|
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| They all nod gravely. Kane hesitates for a moment before grabbing |
| a flashlight. |
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| KANE |
| I'm coming too. |
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| The RED LIGHT pulses faster as they head out, a silent |
| heartbeat driving them towards the unknown. |
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| INT. NOSTROMO - CORRIDOR TO SECTION 12 - MOMENTS LATER |
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| Ripley, Parker, Brett, and Kane move cautiously through the metallic |
| corridor. Their FLASHLIGHT BEAMS dance across the walls, casting |
| towering shadows. |
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| PARKER |
| (under his breath) |
| I don't like this. Space is quiet. Not growly. |
|
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| Ripley turns to address the team, maintaining her composure. |
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| RIPLEY |
| We're not hunters, we're miners. Remember that. |
| We find the problem, we contain it, we let the |
| Company deal with the rest back home. |
|
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| A SUDDEN CLANG reverberates from up ahead. They pause, weapons |
| and tools poised, as the door to Section 12 looms before them. |
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| INT. NOSTROMO - OUTSIDE SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS |
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| The door to Section 12 stands ominously sealed. Ripley inputs a |
| command on the wall panel, and with a hiss of hydraulics and a |
| clunk of disengaging locks, the door slowly slides open. They |
| step through, the beam from their flashlights cutting through the |
| murkiness. |
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| INT. NOSTROMO - SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS |
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| The air in Section 12 is colder, heavier. Metal surfaces are slick |
| with condensation. Their breaths materialize in ghostly puffs as they |
| advance. |
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| BRETT |
| Never been this far down before... |
|
|
| The dim light from the flashlights reveals unusual SLIME TRAILS |
| across the floor and walls. |
|
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| KANE |
| (fascinated) |
| What do you suppose left these? |
|
|
| Parker, with a look of revulsion, wipes a viscous substance from his |
| boot. |
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| PARKER |
| Nothing I want to meet. |
|
|
| As Ripley surveys their surroundings, a SHADOW darts across the far |
| end of the hallway. She raises her hand, signalling a halt. |
|
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| RIPLEY |
| (quietly) |
| Did you see that? |
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| INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - SAME TIME |
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| Lambert and Ash watch the MONITORS, restless. |
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| LAMBERT |
| This is too much. They should come back. |
| They should— |
|
|
| Ash places a calm hand on her shoulder, interrupting her. |
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| ASH |
| They’ll deal with it. Trust Ripley. |
|
|
| Lambert, reassured by Ash's stoic demeanor, nods reluctantly, her |
| eyes back on the blinking monitors. |
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| INT. NOSTROMO - SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS |
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|
| They press on, the tension palpable. Kane moves ahead, his flashlight |
| leading him to a sealed compartment door that’s ajar. Inside, a cocoon-like |
| structure pulsates quietly against the wall. |
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|
| KANE |
| (whispering back) |
| Guys... you might want to see this. |
|
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| The rest of the team gather around the entrance. The sight of the cocoon |
| sends a chill down their spines. |
|
|
| Suddenly, the ship SHUDDERS, a low rumble traveling through the structure. |
| Dust and debris sprinkle from the ceiling. |
|
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| BRETT |
| The hell was that? Are we moving? |
|
|
| Ripley opens a communicator. |
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| RIPLEY |
| (into the device) |
| Dallas, we found something... |
|
|
| The cocoon opens slightly. |
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| A BEAT. |
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| Something MOVES inside. |
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| All eyes fixate on the opening, the tension erupts into fear mingled with |
| awe as they brace for what’s to come. |
| INT. NOSTROMO - SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS |
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|
| The cocoon pulsates more violently, the movement within becoming frantic. |
| Kane inches closer, captivated, his hand trembling as he reaches out. |
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| KANE |
| (mesmerized) |
| Look at it... it's like... |
|
|
| Ripley reaches out, yanking him back. |
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| RIPLEY |
| (urgent) |
| Kane, no! Don't touch— |
|
|
| A CREATURE LEAPS out of the cocoon, fast as a striking snake, attaching |
| itself to Kane’s helmet. The light from his flashlight flickers as he |
| falls back, crashing to the ground. |
|
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| Parker and Brett rush to his side, trying to pry the creature off, but |
| its grip is iron tight. |
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| PARKER |
| (panicked) |
| It's got him! It's got him good! |
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| Ripley, fighting to keep her cool, pulls her communicator closer. |
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| RIPLEY |
| (into the communicator) |
| Dallas, we have an emergency! Something's |
| attacked Kane. It's attached to his face. |
| We're bringing him to the infirmary, now! |
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| INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - MOMENTS LATER |
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| The door to the infirmary slams open as they rush Kane inside. Lambert |
| and Ash stand back, shocked, as the team lays Kane on a medical bed. |
|
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| Ripley looks to Ash, the science officer, her eyes demanding answers. |
|
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| RIPLEY |
| Get that thing off him, Ash! Safely, but |
| quickly! |
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|
| Ash approaches cautiously, examining the creature without touching it. |
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| ASH |
| (analyzing) |
| Remarkable. The creature has established a |
| tight seal... It's not just clamped on; it's |
| fused. |
|
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| Dallas' voice comes through the room's comm system, anxious. |
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| DALLAS (V.O.) |
| What's the situation? |
|
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| Ripley looks at the struggling Kane, then back to the comm. |
|
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| RIPLEY |
| (determined) |
| We'll keep it contained, Captain. But we |
| need to figure out what we're dealing with. |
|
|
| The creature's tail tightens around Kane's neck as he convulses slightly. |
| Fear and fascination wash over the crew's faces as the reality of their |
| situation sinks in. They are no longer alone, and the rules of their |
| mission have changed forever. |
| INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - CONTINUOUS |
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|
| Ash moves around the medical bed with a cautious precision, avoiding |
| any sudden movements that might further agitate the alien organism. |
|
|
| ASH |
| I don’t dare remove it surgically. The creature's |
| blood could be acidic... It might burn through the |
| hull. |
|
|
| Ripley steps forward, her expression resolute despite the fear |
| that grips the rest of the crew. |
|
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| RIPLEY |
| We can't just leave it on him. Ash, options? |
|
|
| Ash ponders for a moment, then retrieves a scanning device. |
|
|
| ASH |
| I'll try to get a reading on its biology. Stay |
| alert. |
|
|
| He begins scanning Kane’s helmet, the creature, and the immediate area, |
| as the device emits a SERIES OF BEEPING SOUNDS. |
|
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| LAMBERT |
| (anxiously) |
| It’s like a nightmare... |
|
|
| Parker watches Kane, his hands clenched into fists. |
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| PARKER |
| We need to be armed, whatever that thing is— |
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| RIPLEY |
| (cutting him off) |
| No weapons. Not until we know more. The last |
| thing we need is to breach the hull— or worse. |
|
|
| The scanner results flash on Ash's hand-held screen, his eyes widening |
| slightly. |
|
|
| ASH |
| Fascinating... it's like nothing I've seen. |
| The creature has a...signature. Some kind |
| of unique protein structure. |
|
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| INT. NOSTROMO - CORRIDOR - SAME TIME |
|
|
| As the tension in the infirmary mounts, Dallas strides through the |
| corridor. His determined gaze is fixed on the comm device in his hand. |
|
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| DALLAS |
| (into the comm) |
| Update, Mother. Immediate data on unknown |
| life forms. |
|
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| A PAUSE. Then the COMM WHISPERS with MOTHER’s synthetic voice: |
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| MOTHER (V.O.) |
| Data received and analyzing. Caution is |
| recommended. The organism is beyond current |
| xenobiology understanding. |
|
|
| Dallas’ steps quicken, knowing that time is of the essence. |
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| INT. NOSTROMO - MESS - CONTINUOUS |
|
|
| Dallas enters the mess where Brett is hastily making improvised weapons |
| from mining tools. Dallas snatches a makeshift flamethrower. |
|
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| DALLAS |
| Ripley's right. No unnecessary risks. |
| But, we stay prepared. |
|
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| BRETT |
| (nods, gripping his tool) |
| Got it, Cap. |
|
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| INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - CONTINUOUS |
|
|
| Ash’s eyes remain fixed on the creature, analyzing the scanner’s readout. |
|
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| ASH |
| The creature is maintaining an air passage |
| through... I believe it's keeping him alive. |
|
|
| Lambert backs away to a corner, her arms wrapped around herself. |
|
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| LAMBERT |
| It's using him... for what? |
|
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| Ash doesn't answer, the implications hanging heavy in the air. |
|
|
| As Parker continues to watch his colleague with a mix of anger and fear, |
| a THUDDING SOUND reverberates through the ship, causing the lights to |
| flicker. |
|
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| INT. NOSTROMO - BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS |
|
|
| As the crew deals with their infirmary crisis, Dallas is back on the |
| bridge, staring at the main screen, which is scanning the ship's |
| exterior. |
|
|
| DALLAS |
| (muttering to himself) |
| What's hitting us now? |
|
|
| His fingers punch the controls with urgency, cycling through the |
| external cameras. |
|
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| EXT. NOSTROMO - OUTER HULL - SPACE |
|
|
| The CAMERA FEED shows the blackness of space, stars twinkling in |
| the distance, and then a SHADOW flits across the camera, momentarily |
| obscuring the view. Something is out there with them. |
|
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| INT. NOSTROMO - BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS |
|
|
| Dallas, now realizing the gravity of their situation, toggles the |
| shipwide comm. |
|
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| DALLAS |
| (into the comm, firmly) |
| Crew, this is the Captain. Stay alert and stay |
| close. We are not alone on this ship. |
|
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| INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - CONTINUOUS |
|
|
| The announcement hangs in the air. Ripley looks around the room |
| at the faces of her crew, seeing the same concern mirrored in each. |
| She makes a silent vow. They would face this— together. |
|
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| RIPLEY |
| (quietly, to herself) |
| We'll make it through. We have to. |
|
|
| Ripley's gaze hardens as she turns to look at the still form of Kane |
| on the bed, the alien still clinging to his face, and her mind starts |
| to race, planning their next move. |
