“I failed to slaughter The Princess, Daughter of The Deposed King.
Given the chance to END Life or PRESERVE it, I was moved by BEAUTY.
THERE IS A FLAW IN ME!”
Johner :
What's the big deal, man?
Fuckin' waste of ammo.
The Robot :
Let's go.
Johner :
Must be a chick thing.
[ Breathing Heavily ]
[ Faint Snarl ]
[ Hisses ]
Johner :
Am I dreaming,
or is this not the shit we brought with us?
Yeah, it's the same shit.
Johner :
Stinks in here, man.
Let's keep moving.
[ Screams ]
Man :
Get away from me!
Get away from me!
Drop the rod, man.
Man :
Get away from me!
Do it!
Man :
Get away from me.
[ Clangs ]
Man :
Get away from me.
Who are you people?
What's happening here?
Christie :
Calm down.
What's happening here is
We're getting the fuck off this ghost ship, okay?
Man :
Ship? What ship? Where am I?
I was in cryo, right?
On my way to Xarem, right?
Work crew for the nickel refinery, right?
I wake up.
I know -- I don't understand.
Oh, God. Uh, I s-I saw—
I saw horrible things.
The Robot :
Look, you're coming with us.
It's too dangerous for you here.
[ Breathing Erratically ]
Ripley-8 :
[ Sniffing ]
Leave him.
The Robot :
Fuck you. We're not leaving him here.
Ripley-8 :
He's got one inside of him.
I can smell it.
Man :
Inside me? Inside me?
What's inside me?
Johner :
Hey, man. I don't want one of those things birthing
anywhere near my ass.
It's a bad risk.
Man :
What's inside me?
The Robot :
Look, we can't just leave him here.
Johner :
I thought you came here to stop 'em from spreadin'.
Man :
What's inside me?
The Robot :
There's gotta be a process.
Can't you stop it?
Christie :
Got no time for that.
Dr. Wren :
I can't do it here.
The lab is out of order.
Man :
What's inside me?
I could do him.
Back of the head. Painless.
It might be the best way.
Man :
What's inside me?
The Robot :
No, there's got to be another way.
What if we freeze him?
Man :
What's in-fuckin'-side me?
Dr. Wren :
A parasite!
Foreign element.
Ripley-8 :
There's A Monster in your chest.
These guys hijacked your ship,
and they sold your cryo tube...
to this... human,
and he put An Alien inside of you.
It's a really nasty one.
And in a few hours,
it's gonna burst its way
through your rib cage...
and you're gonna die.
Any questions?
[ Breathing Erratically ]
Man :
Who are you?
Ripley-8 :
(grins)
I'm The Monster's Mother.
The Robot :
Look, he comes with us, we freeze him on the Betty,
then the doctor can remove it later.
Christie :
Fine with me.
Johner :
Since when were you in goddamn charge?
The Robot :
Since you were born without balls!
Christie :
Ease off, people.
All right. You come with us.
You might even live.
Get twitchy on me, and you'll be shot.
Let's move out.
The Robot :
This way.
Come on.
Baby, am I glad to see you.
I was sure that asshole got you.
Are you hurt?
The Robot :
I'm fine.
You got body armour on?
The Robot :
Yeah. Come on.
Ripley-8 :
You took it in the chest. I saw it.
You're A Robot?
Son of a bitch.
Our little Call is just full of surprises.
I should've known.
No human being is that humane.
I thought synthetics were supposed
to be all logical and shit.
You're just a big old psycho, girl.
You're A Robot?
You're a Second Gen, aren't you?
You're an Auton.
Robots designed by robots, right?
Oh, yeah. That's right. I remember.
Now, they were supposed to revitalise the synthetic industry.
Instead they buried it.
They don't like being told what to do.
The Government ordered a recall.
Now, I heard...
I had heard that only a few... Just a few had gotten out intact in time.
Man, I never, never thought that I would SEE one.
Great. She's a toaster oven.
Can we leave now?
How long before we land?
Just under two hours.
Hey, Vriess, you got a socket wrench?
Maybe she just needs an oil change.
I'm sorry. Access denied.
I can't believe I almost fucked it.
Yeah, like you never fucked a robot.
The Robot :
You know, if Wren gets in The Computer,
he could really screw us.
We gotta find a terminal.
No, there's no console on this level.
We'd have to go back.
Well, we can't go back.
And I don't know any of Wren's access codes.
Ripley-8 :
Help me.
Call.
The Robot :
No, I can't.
Johner :
Right. You're the new model droid.
You can access the mainframe by remote.
The Robot :
No, I can't.
I burned my modem.
We all did.
Ripley-8 :
Call, you can still patch in manually,
you know that.
There's ports in the chapel, up there.
Ripley-8 :
Call.
(crosses Herself)
Ripley-8 :
You're programmed for that?
The Robot :
Don't make me do this.
Ripley-8 :
Don't make me make you.
The Robot :
I don't want to go in there.
It's like my insides are liquid. It's not real.
Ripley-8 :
Get over it.
You can blow this ship before it reaches Earth...
and kill them all.
Just give us time to get out first.
The Robot :
Damn it.
Ripley-8 :
Anything?
The Robot :
Hold on.
Breach in Sector 7, Sector 3.
Sector 9 unstable.
Engines operating at 41%.
Eighty-six minutes until Earth dock.
We burned too much energy.
I can't make critical mass. I can't blow it.
Ripley-8 :
Then crash it.
Yeah.
I'm okay. I'm okay.
Really.
I feel good.
The Robot :
Ground level recalibrated.
New destination: 7-6-0-4-0-3.
Uninhabited quadrant.
Braking system's offline.
Deceleration increase.
Time until impact now 43 minutes, 8 seconds.
Ripley-8 :
Try to clear us a path to the Betty.
And start her up.
Okay.
The Robot :
Please wait.
Emergency override in console 45V, Level 1.
It's Wren. He's almost at the Betty.
Wren :
Father, locate the power drain. Report.
Father? Father?
The Robot :
Father's dead, asshole.
Intruder on Level 1.
All aliens, please proceed to Level 1.
Ripley-8 :
You got a mean streak.
The Robot :
Damn it….
Ripley-8 :
Let me see.
The Robot :
Don't touch me.
Ripley-8 :
Come on.
The Robot :
You must think this is pretty funny.
Ripley-8 :
I'm finding a lot of things funny lately.
But I don't think they are.
The Robot :
Why do you go on living?
How can you stand being what you are?
Ripley-8 :
Not much choice.
The Robot :
At least there's a part of you that's human.
I'm just... Look at me.
I'm disgusting.
Ripley-8 :
Why did you come here?
The Robot :
To kill you. Remember?
Before the recall...
I accessed the mainframe.
Every dirty little covert op The Government
ever dreamed up is in there.
And this, you, the aliens,
even the crew from the Betty.
I knew if they succeeded,
it'd be the end of them.
Ripley-8 :
Why do you care what happens to Them?
The Robot :
Because I'm programmed to.
Ripley-8 :
You're programmed to be an asshole?
You're the new asshole model
They're putting out? Come on.
The Robot :
I couldn't watch them do it.
I couldn't let them annihilate themselves.
Do you understand that?
Ripley-8 :
I did, once.
I tried to save.... people.
It didn't work out.
There was this girl.
She had bad dreams.
I tried to help her.
She died.
Now I can't even remember her name.
I guess we're almost there.
The Robot :
Right.
Ripley-8 :
Do you dream?
The Robot :
I... We have neural processors that... Yes.
Ripley-8 :
When I sleep, I dream about Them. It.
Every night.
All around me. In me.
I used to be afraid to dream,
but I'm not anymore.
The Robot :
Why?
Ripley-8 :
Because no matter how bad the dreams get,
when I wake up it's always worse.
It's not so far now.
God, I'm so tired.
Sleep when you die, man.
Oh, no. This is bad, right?
I think we're near the nest.
Well, then, we'll go another way.
The Robot :
We don't have time.
Johner :
We got nearly 90 minutes.
The Robot :
Not anymore.
Johner :
What are you saying?
What did you do, robot?
Ripley-8 :
Let's go. Come on.
Hey. You wanna die here with your little brothers and sisters, that's cool.
But I plan to live past today.
If this little hunk of plastic is pulling any shit,
I'm gonna kill her.
Kill you.
Does that compute?
Or do I have to draw you a schematic?
Suddenly, The Monster’s Mother PINS Johner to The Wall and prepares to rip out his lying tongue —
Ripley-8 :
Hey.
(turns to Call)
You want another souvenir?
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