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Sir
Your son is an unprincipled, spoiled, conceited brat.
Yes, sir, that's the truth. But don't blame him. The fault is mine. I was too indulgent with him. But not again. Never again, I promise! I implore you let me bring him back here. I'll make him give his word to serve you faithfully.
And how will you make him keep it?
Oh, sir, he's never disobeyed me in anything. Please, Your Grace, give him one more chance.
You have leave to try.
Oh, Your Grace I thank Your Grace! I thank you!
Katherina! I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to write another aria for you. Something even more amazing for the second act. I have to get some water. Her mother is lying on the stage.
Don't bother!
What?
Don't bother.
I'll be right back.
Oh excuse me!
Is her mother still lying on the floor?
No, she's fine.
I'm so relieved.
Is she a good fuck?
What??
I assume she's the virtuoso in that department. There can't be any other reason you'd marry someone like that.
No, no, no, no. You can't take him away now. This is his night. Won't you introduce us, Wolfgang?
Excuse us, Fraulein. Good night, Signore.
Maestro.
Good morning.
Well? How do you like it? It's Turkish. My hairdresser tells me everything's going to be Turkish this year!
Really? What else did he tell you today? Give me some gossip.
Well, I heard you met Herr Mozart.
Oh? News travels fast in Vienna.
And he's been commissioned to write an opera. Is it true?
Yes.
Is there a part for me?
No.
How do you know?
Well even if there is, I don't think you want to get involved with this one.
Why not?
Well, do you know where it's set, my dear?
Where?
In a harem.
What's that?
A brothel.
Oh!
A Turkish brothel.
Turkish? Oh, if it's Turkish, that's different. I want to be in it.
My dear, it will hardly enhance your reputation to be celebrated throughout Vienna as a singing prostitute for a Turk.
Oh. Well perhaps you could introduce us anyway.
Perhaps.
What does he look like?
You might be disappointed.
Why?
Looks and talent don't always go together, Katherina.
Looks don't concern me, Maestro. Only talent interests a woman of taste.
Did you know? Had you heard?
What?
The marriage!
Well, what does it matter to you?
Nothing! He can marry who he pleases. I don't give a damn.
How was I? Tell me honestly.
You were sublime.
What did you think of the music?
Extremely clever.
Meaning you didn't like it.
Follow me, please. The Archbishop would like a word.
Certainly!
Well, I think that went off remarkably well, don't you?
Indeed.
These Viennese certainly know good music when they hear it.
His Grace is very angry with you.
What do you mean?
A sweetheart or a pretty little wife is Papageno's wish. A willing, billing, lovey dovey Would be My most tasty little dish. Be my most tasty little dish! Be my most tasty little dish!
Then that would be eating and drinking I'd live like a Prince without thinking. The wisdom of old would be mine A woman's much better than wine! Then that would be eating and drinking! The wisdom of old would be mine A woman's much better than wine. She's much better than wine! She's much better than wine!
A sweetheart or a pretty little wife is Papageno's wish. A willing, billing, lovey dovey Would be My most tasty little dish.
I need to net one birdie only And I will stop feeling so lonely. But if she won't fly to my aid, Then into a ghost I must fade. I need to net one birdie only But if she won't fly to my aid, Then into a ghost I must fade. To a ghost I must fade! To a ghost I must fade!
A sweetheart or a pretty little wife is Papageno's wish. A willing, billing, lovey dovey Would be My most tasty little dish.
At present the girls only peck me. Their cruelty surely will wreck me. But one little beak in my own, And I'll up to heaven be flown! At present the girls only peck me. But one little beak in my own, And I'll up to heaven be flown. Up to heaven be flown! Up to heaven be flown!
Look, I told you...
It did not, however, contain any entries concerning the hostile life form you allegedly picked up.
The analysis team which went over your shuttle centimeter by centimeter found no physical evidence of the creature you describe...
That's because I blew it out the Goddamn airlock! Like I said.
Look, I can see where this is going. But I'm telling you those things exist. Back on that planetoid is an alien ship and on that ship are thousands of eggs. Thousands. Do you understand? I suggest you find it, using the flight recorder's data. Find it and deal with it before one of your survey teams comes back with a little surprise...
Thank you, Officer Ripley. That will be...
...because just one of those things managed to kill my entire crew, within twelve hours of hatching...
Why won't you check out LV426?
Because I don't have to. The people who live there checked it out years ago and they never reported and 'hostile organism' or alien ship. And by the way, they call it Acheron now.
What are you talking about. What people?
How many colonists?
Sixty, maybe seventy families.
Sweet Jesus.
What did you say?
Newt. My nname's Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca except my dork brother.
Casey. She's my only friend.
What about me?
I don't want you for a friend.
Why not?
Because you'll be gone soon, like the others. Like everybody. You'll be dead and you'll leave me alone.
They'd be here if they could, honey. I know they would.
They're dead.
Newt. Look at me...Newt. I won't leave you. I promise.
You promise?
Cross my heart.
And hope to die?
I was the best at the game. I knew the whole maze.

Sir

Your son is an unprincipled, spoiled, conceited brat.

Yes, sir, that's the truth. But don't blame him. The fault is mine. I was too indulgent with him. But not again. Never again, I promise! I implore you let me bring him back here. I'll make him give his word to serve you faithfully.

And how will you make him keep it?

Oh, sir, he's never disobeyed me in anything. Please, Your Grace, give him one more chance.

You have leave to try.

Oh, Your Grace I thank Your Grace! I thank you!

Katherina! I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to write another aria for you. Something even more amazing for the second act. I have to get some water. Her mother is lying on the stage.

Don't bother!

What?

Don't bother.

I'll be right back.

Oh excuse me!

Is her mother still lying on the floor?

No, she's fine.

I'm so relieved.

Is she a good fuck?

What??

I assume she's the virtuoso in that department. There can't be any other reason you'd marry someone like that.

No, no, no, no. You can't take him away now. This is his night. Won't you introduce us, Wolfgang?

Excuse us, Fraulein. Good night, Signore.

Maestro.

Good morning.

Well? How do you like it? It's Turkish. My hairdresser tells me everything's going to be Turkish this year!

Really? What else did he tell you today? Give me some gossip.

Well, I heard you met Herr Mozart.

Oh? News travels fast in Vienna.

And he's been commissioned to write an opera. Is it true?

Yes.

Is there a part for me?

No.

How do you know?

Well even if there is, I don't think you want to get involved with this one.

Why not?

Well, do you know where it's set, my dear?

Where?

In a harem.

What's that?

A brothel.

Oh!

A Turkish brothel.

Turkish? Oh, if it's Turkish, that's different. I want to be in it.

My dear, it will hardly enhance your reputation to be celebrated throughout Vienna as a singing prostitute for a Turk.

Oh. Well perhaps you could introduce us anyway.

Perhaps.

What does he look like?

You might be disappointed.

Why?

Looks and talent don't always go together, Katherina.

Looks don't concern me, Maestro. Only talent interests a woman of taste.

Did you know? Had you heard?

What?

The marriage!

Well, what does it matter to you?

Nothing! He can marry who he pleases. I don't give a damn.

How was I? Tell me honestly.

You were sublime.

What did you think of the music?

Extremely clever.

Meaning you didn't like it.

Follow me, please. The Archbishop would like a word.

Certainly!

Well, I think that went off remarkably well, don't you?

Indeed.

These Viennese certainly know good music when they hear it.

His Grace is very angry with you.

What do you mean?

A sweetheart or a pretty little wife is Papageno's wish. A willing, billing, lovey dovey Would be My most tasty little dish. Be my most tasty little dish! Be my most tasty little dish!

Then that would be eating and drinking I'd live like a Prince without thinking. The wisdom of old would be mine A woman's much better than wine! Then that would be eating and drinking! The wisdom of old would be mine A woman's much better than wine. She's much better than wine! She's much better than wine!

A sweetheart or a pretty little wife is Papageno's wish. A willing, billing, lovey dovey Would be My most tasty little dish.

I need to net one birdie only And I will stop feeling so lonely. But if she won't fly to my aid, Then into a ghost I must fade. I need to net one birdie only But if she won't fly to my aid, Then into a ghost I must fade. To a ghost I must fade! To a ghost I must fade!

A sweetheart or a pretty little wife is Papageno's wish. A willing, billing, lovey dovey Would be My most tasty little dish.

At present the girls only peck me. Their cruelty surely will wreck me. But one little beak in my own, And I'll up to heaven be flown! At present the girls only peck me. But one little beak in my own, And I'll up to heaven be flown. Up to heaven be flown! Up to heaven be flown!

Look, I told you...

It did not, however, contain any entries concerning the hostile life form you allegedly picked up.

The analysis team which went over your shuttle centimeter by centimeter found no physical evidence of the creature you describe...

That's because I blew it out the Goddamn airlock! Like I said.

Look, I can see where this is going. But I'm telling you those things exist. Back on that planetoid is an alien ship and on that ship are thousands of eggs. Thousands. Do you understand? I suggest you find it, using the flight recorder's data. Find it and deal with it before one of your survey teams comes back with a little surprise...

Thank you, Officer Ripley. That will be...

...because just one of those things managed to kill my entire crew, within twelve hours of hatching...

Why won't you check out LV426?

Because I don't have to. The people who live there checked it out years ago and they never reported and 'hostile organism' or alien ship. And by the way, they call it Acheron now.

What are you talking about. What people?

How many colonists?

Sixty, maybe seventy families.

Sweet Jesus.

What did you say?

Newt. My nname's Newt. Nobody calls me Rebecca except my dork brother.

Casey. She's my only friend.

What about me?

I don't want you for a friend.

Why not?

Because you'll be gone soon, like the others. Like everybody. You'll be dead and you'll leave me alone.

They'd be here if they could, honey. I know they would.

They're dead.

Newt. Look at me...Newt. I won't leave you. I promise.

You promise?

Cross my heart.

And hope to die?

I was the best at the game. I knew the whole maze.