Alien 3

Mr. Dillon:
We give you thanks, O' Lord. Your wrath has come and the time is near for us to be judged. The apocalypse is upon us! Let us be ready! Let your mercy be just! Amen!

Andrews:
We commit this child and this man to your keeping, O' Lord. Their bodies have been taken from the shadow of far nights. They have been released from all darkness and pain. The child and the man have gone beyond our world. They are forever eternal, and everlasting. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Dillon:
Why? Why are the innocent punished? Why the sacrifice? Why the pain? There aren't any promises. Nothing's certain. Only that some get called, some get saved. She won't ever know the hardship and grief for those of us left behind. We commit these bodies to the void... with a glad heart. For within each seed, there is the promise of a flower. And within each death, no matter how big or small, there's always a new life. A new beginning. Amen.

Dillon:
Give us strength, O' Lord, to endure. We recognize that we are poor sinners in the hands of an angry God. Let the circle be unbroken until the day. Amen. What the f*** is happening here? What the f*** is this bullshit that's coming down? We got a murder. We got a rape. We got brothers in trouble. I DON'T WANT NO MORE BULLSHIT AROUND HERE!! NOW WE'VE GOT PROBLEMS!! WE STAND TOGETHER!!

Andrews:
Yes. Thank you, Mr. Dillon. All right. Once again, this is rumor control. Here are the facts. At 0800 hours, prisoner Murphy, through carelessness on his part, was found dead in vent shaft 17. He seems to have been sucked into a ventilator fan. At about 2100 hours, prisoner Golic reappeared in a deranged state. Prisoners Boggs and Rains are missing. There seems to be a good chance that they have met with foul play at the hands of prisoner Golic. We need to organize and send out a search party; volunteers will be appreciated. I think it's fair to say that our smoothly running facility has suddenly developed a few problems. I can only hope we are all able to pull together over the next few days until the rescue team arrives for Lieutenant Ripley.

Ripley:
[runs into the room, out of breath and panicking] It's here! It got Clemens!

Andrews:
[loses his temper] Stop this raving at once! Stop it!

Ripley:
I'm telling you, it's here!

Andrews:
Aaron, get that foolish woman back to the infirmary!

[The alien reaches down from an overhead airduct and pulls Andrews into the airshaft as he screams]

Morse:
[holding a chair, after the panic subsides in shocked silence] ...F***!

Ripley:
It's like a lion. Sticks close to the zebras.

Aaron:
Zebras? ...Oh, right. But look, running around down here in the dark- are you kidding? Once you get out of this main shaft, there's no overheads.

Ripley:
Don't we have flashlights?

Aaron:
We've got thousands of them, but no batteries. I told you, nothing works.

Ripley:
Torches? Do we have the capacity to make fire? Most humans have enjoyed that privilege since the Stone Age.

Aaron:
No need to be sarcastic.

Aaron:
[showing Ripley a nuclear waste storage room] Never been used. They were gonna dump a lot of nuclear crap in there. Never got around to it. Clean as a whistle inside.

Ripley:
This is the only way in or out?

Aaron:
That's right. Walls are six feet thick, solid steel. They really knew how to build these babies.

Ripley:
You're saying we get something inside... there's no way it can get out?

Aaron:
That's right. No f***ing way.

Aaron:
This is where we keep it. Forget what the stuff's called--

David:
Quinitricetyline.

Aaron:
I knew that. Right, I've got to get these section arrangements organized with Dillon for the paintbrush, so um...

David:
David.

Aaron:
Yeah, you can get these drums organized.

David:
Right, 85.

Aaron:
[starts walking away] And, uh... don't call me that. [leaves]

Ripley:
What's this 85 thing?

David:
Couple of us sneaked a look at his personnel file the day he arrived; it's his IQ. [about the chemicals] I saw a drum of this stuff fall into a beachhead bunker once. The blast put a tug in dry dock for 17 weeks. Great stuff.

Dillon:
Why should I put my ass on the line for you?

Ripley:
Your ass is already on the line. The only question is, what are you gonna do about it?

Dillon:
This is the choice. You die sitting here on your ass or to die out there. At least we take a shot, we owe it one! It's f***ed us up. Maybe we can get even for the others. So how do you want it?

Morse:
What the f*** are you talking about?

Dillon:
I'm talkin' about killing that big motherf***er.

Aaron:
Hold it, hold it. The rescue team is on its way. We could just sit this out.

Ripley:
Rescue team for whom?

Aaron:
For us.

Ripley:
They just want the beast, you know that.

Aaron:
I don't give a damn what they want. They're not gonna pick us off one by one, are they?

Ripley:
I wouldn't be so sure.

Aaron:
Come on, they're gonna take us home.

Dillon:
They're not gonna take us home.

Morse:
Still doesn't mean we should go out and fight it. Jesus Christ, give us a break!

Aaron:
You've gotta be f***ing nuts! Look, I've got a wife and a kid--

Dillon:
Nobody give a sh*t about you, 85, you're not one of us. You're not a believer. You're a f***ing company man!

Aaron:
Yeah, okay. Okay, so I'm a company man, I'm not a f***ing criminal. You keep telling me how dumb I am. Well I'm smart enough not to have a life sentence on this rock! [the prisoners yell insults and profanities at him] Yeah, and I'm smart enough to wait for some firepower to show up before we fight this thing! Right?

Dillon:
Okay, fine. Just sit here on your asses.

Morse:
[sarcastically] How about if I sit here on my ass?

Dillon:
: No problem. Oh, I forgot. You're the guy that's made a deal with God to live forever, and all the rest of you pussies can sit it out too. Me and her will do all the fighting.

Morse:
Okay. But I want the same thing as you. I want to see it dead, I hate the f***er! It killed my mates, too! Why can't we just wait for the company and have some guns on our side? Why do we have to go on some f***ing suicide run?!

Aaron:
Right!

Ripley:
Because they won't kill it. They might kill you just for having seen it, but they're not gonna kill it.

Aaron:
That is crazy! That is horseshit! They will not kill us!

Ripley:
When they first heard about this thing, it was crew expendable. The next time they sent in marines; they were expendable, too. What makes you think they're gonna care about a bunch of lifers who found God at the ass-end of space? You really think they're going to let you interfere with their plans for this thing? They think we're crud, and they don't give a f*** about one friend of yours that's died. Not one.

David:
Have you got some sort of plan?

Dillon:
This is a leadworks, isn't it? All we got to do is lure the f***ing beast into the mold, drown it in hot lead.

Morse:
All right. So how do we do that?

Gregor:
Yeah. What are we gonna use for bait?

Kevin:
[realizes] Aw, f***!

Dillon:
We're all gonna die. The only question is when. This is as good a place as any to take our first steps to heaven. The only question is how you check out. Do you want it on your feet? Or on your f***ing knees... begging?! I ain't much for begging! Nobody ever gave me nothing! So I say f*** that thing! Let's fight it!

Morse:
F*** it! Let's go for it!

[Ripley and Dillon have trapped the alien in the lead mold while Morse starts the machine]

Ripley:
Now!

Dillon:
What about you?

Ripley:
I'm staying.

Dillon:
Bullshit! There's gonna be ten tons of hot lead in here!

Ripley:
I'm telling you, I wanna die!

Dillon:
We got a deal, remember?! It dies first, then you! I'm not gonna move without you, now get going!

[Dillon and Ripley begin climbing up the wall. The alien sees this and begins to follow. Dillon climbs back down]

Ripley:
Dillon!

Dillon:
I've gotta hold it here.

Ripley:
What about me?

Dillon:
God will take care of you now, sister!

Ripley:
No!

Dillon:
Pour the lead! [he takes off his glasses and turns to the alien] Just f*** you. [the alien attacks him] Pour it, Ripley! Go on! Goddamn it! Pour the lead, Ripley! Pour it now! [to the alien] Come on! Come on! That's all you got? Is that as hard as you fight, motherf***er?!

Ripley:
[waves to Morse] Over here!

Morse:
Ripley!

Ripley:
Pour the lead! Pour the lead! [Morse positions the machine over the pit] Pour it!

[Dillon and the alien are drowned in molten lead]

[after killing the alien]

Ripley:
Don't come any closer.

Aaron:
Wait. They're here to help--

Ripley:
Stay where you are!

Bishop II:
[steps forward] Ripley.

Ripley:
Bishop?

Bishop II:
I'm here to help you.

Ripley:
No more bullshit. I just felt it move.

Bishop II:
You know who I am?

Ripley:
You're a droid, same model as Bishop. Sent by the f***ing company.

Bishop II:
No. I'm not the Bishop Android; I designed it. I'm very human. The company sent me here to show you a friendly face, to demonstrate how important you are to us... to me.

Ripley:
You just wanna take it back.

Bishop II:
We want to kill it and take you home.

Ripley:
Bullshit.

Bishop II:
You're wrong. We want to help.

Ripley:
What does that mean?

Bishop II:
We're going to take that out of you...

Ripley:
...and keep it.

Bishop II:
We can't allow it to live. Everything we know would be in jeopardy.

Ripley:
You don't wanna take it back?

Bishop II:
Ripley, time is important. Let us deal with the malignancy. We've got a surgical base set up on the rescue ship. Come with me.

Medic:
It's very quick. Painless. A couple of incisions, and you'll be out for two hours.

Bishop II:
And then it's over. You still can have a life. Children. And most important, you'll know it's dead. Let me help you.

Ripley:
What guarantee do I have, once you've taken it out... that you'll destroy it?

Bishop II:
You have to trust me. [approaches her] Please, trust me?

[a short pause]

Ripley:
No. [slams gate, then begins to position the machine away from the group]

Bishop II:
What's this going to achieve? [a soldier shoots Morse in the leg] Stop!

Morse:
Ow! Oh, Jesus!

Ripley:
Morse, will you help me?

Morse:
What do you want me to do?

Bishop II:
It was a mistake! There was no need for any of it!

Aaron:
[picks up a large wrench, then hits Bishop over the head with it] F***ing android!

[a soldier shoves Aaron back, then shoots him to death]

Bishop II:
I'M NOT A DROID!! Ripley, think of all we can learn from it! It's the chance of a lifetime! You must let me have it! It's a magnificent specimen! [to cameraman] No pictures!!

Ripley:
You're crazy.

Bishop II:
What are you doing?

[Ripley falls from the machine into the furnace]

Bishop II:
NOOOOOOO!

The b*tch is back.

This time it's hiding in the most terrifying place of all

Our worst fears have come true. It's back!

3 times the suspense. 3 times the danger. 3 times the terror

Start running...again.

Ellen Ripley:
I will be damned if I'm going to let those idiots from Weyland-Yutani take it back to Earth. They just might succeed, and that would be it for the rest of mankind. Maybe for all life on the planet. I don't see why these things wouldn't be able to reproduce in any animal of a size larger than, say, a cat.

Dr. Jonathan Clemens:
[explaining his prison barcode tattoo, to Ripley] After my student years, despite the fact that I had become secretly addicted to morphine, I was considered to be most promising. A man with a future. Then during my first residency, I did a thirty-six hour stretch on an ER. So I went out and I got more than a little drunk. Then I got called back. Boiler had blown on a fuel plant, and there were thirty casualties... and eleven of them died. Not as a result of the accident, but because I prescribed the wrong dosage of painkiller. And I got seven years in prison and my licence reduced to a 3C. [pause] At least I got off the morphine.