| INT. NOSTROMO - BRIDGE - MOMENTS LATER | |
| 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. | |
| DALLAS | |
| Mother, report status. | |
| The MAIN VIEWSCREEN comes alive with the visage of MOTHER, | |
| a soothing yet artificial face. | |
| MOTHER (V.O.) | |
| Hull integrity compromised. Unknown | |
| organism detected in lower decks. Quarantine | |
| protocol in effect. | |
| Dallas' eyes widen, a mix of confusion and concern. | |
| DALLAS | |
| That wasn't on the docket for wake-up calls. | |
| Where's the breach? | |
| MOTHER (V.O.) | |
| Section 12, sub-level G. Recommend immediate | |
| investigation. | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - MESS - SAME TIME | |
| The crew, still gathered, turns as a red LIGHT begins to | |
| pulsate overhead. | |
| RIPLEY | |
| That's not our average siren... | |
| Ash, thoughts? | |
| ASH | |
| It's an emergency code. Rarely used. | |
| I'll check the mainframe. | |
| As the crew is about to disperse, a LOW GROWL emanates from | |
| the air duct. They freeze, exchanging nervous glances. | |
| PARKER | |
| That's no siren or a busted engine... | |
| What the hell was that? | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - MESS - CONTINUOUS | |
| 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. | |
| RIPLEY | |
| (to the crew) | |
| Stay sharp. We don't know what's in there. | |
| Parker inches closer to Brett, trying not to show his concern. | |
| BRETT | |
| (whispering) | |
| They said hauling ore would be the danger... | |
| Lambert clutches a napkin, wringing it in her hands. | |
| LAMBERT | |
| We're not equipped for this. We should just seal the | |
| section and move on. | |
| Dallas' voice CRACKLES through the COMM: | |
| DALLAS (V.O.) | |
| Listen up! We have a situation. I need a volunteer | |
| team to investigate Section 12. Suit up and be careful. | |
| Ripley locks eyes with Dallas on the SCREEN. | |
| RIPLEY | |
| On it. Parker, Brett— you're with me. | |
| Lambert, monitor comms. Ash, stay with her. | |
| Dallas, we'll keep you posted. | |
| They all nod gravely. Kane hesitates for a moment before grabbing | |
| a flashlight. | |
| KANE | |
| I'm coming too. | |
| The RED LIGHT pulses faster as they head out, a silent | |
| heartbeat driving them towards the unknown. | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - CORRIDOR TO SECTION 12 - MOMENTS LATER | |
| Ripley, Parker, Brett, and Kane move cautiously through the metallic | |
| corridor. Their FLASHLIGHT BEAMS dance across the walls, casting | |
| towering shadows. | |
| PARKER | |
| (under his breath) | |
| I don't like this. Space is quiet. Not growly. | |
| Ripley turns to address the team, maintaining her composure. | |
| 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. | |
| A SUDDEN CLANG reverberates from up ahead. They pause, weapons | |
| and tools poised, as the door to Section 12 looms before them. | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - OUTSIDE SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS | |
| 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. | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS | |
| The air in Section 12 is colder, heavier. Metal surfaces are slick | |
| with condensation. Their breaths materialize in ghostly puffs as they | |
| advance. | |
| BRETT | |
| Never been this far down before... | |
| The dim light from the flashlights reveals unusual SLIME TRAILS | |
| across the floor and walls. | |
| KANE | |
| (fascinated) | |
| What do you suppose left these? | |
| Parker, with a look of revulsion, wipes a viscous substance from his | |
| boot. | |
| 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. | |
| RIPLEY | |
| (quietly) | |
| Did you see that? | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - SAME TIME | |
| Lambert and Ash watch the MONITORS, restless. | |
| LAMBERT | |
| This is too much. They should come back. | |
| They should— | |
| Ash places a calm hand on her shoulder, interrupting her. | |
| ASH | |
| They’ll deal with it. Trust Ripley. | |
| Lambert, reassured by Ash's stoic demeanor, nods reluctantly, her | |
| eyes back on the blinking monitors. | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - SECTION 12 - CONTINUOUS | |
| 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. | |
| KANE | |
| (whispering back) | |
| Guys... you might want to see this. | |
| 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. | |
| BRETT | |
| The hell was that? Are we moving? | |
| Ripley opens a communicator. | |
| RIPLEY | |
| (into the device) | |
| Dallas, we found something... | |
| The cocoon opens slightly. | |
| A BEAT. | |
| Something MOVES inside. | |
| 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 | |
| The cocoon pulsates more violently, the movement within becoming frantic. | |
| Kane inches closer, captivated, his hand trembling as he reaches out. | |
| KANE | |
| (mesmerized) | |
| Look at it... it's like... | |
| Ripley reaches out, yanking him back. | |
| 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. | |
| Parker and Brett rush to his side, trying to pry the creature off, but | |
| its grip is iron tight. | |
| PARKER | |
| (panicked) | |
| It's got him! It's got him good! | |
| Ripley, fighting to keep her cool, pulls her communicator closer. | |
| 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! | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - MOMENTS LATER | |
| 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. | |
| Ripley looks to Ash, the science officer, her eyes demanding answers. | |
| RIPLEY | |
| Get that thing off him, Ash! Safely, but | |
| quickly! | |
| Ash approaches cautiously, examining the creature without touching it. | |
| ASH | |
| (analyzing) | |
| Remarkable. The creature has established a | |
| tight seal... It's not just clamped on; it's | |
| fused. | |
| Dallas' voice comes through the room's comm system, anxious. | |
| DALLAS (V.O.) | |
| What's the situation? | |
| Ripley looks at the struggling Kane, then back to the comm. | |
| 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 | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| LAMBERT | |
| (anxiously) | |
| It’s like a nightmare... | |
| Parker watches Kane, his hands clenched into fists. | |
| PARKER | |
| We need to be armed, whatever that thing is— | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| DALLAS | |
| (into the comm) | |
| Update, Mother. Immediate data on unknown | |
| life forms. | |
| A PAUSE. Then the COMM WHISPERS with MOTHER’s synthetic voice: | |
| 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. | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - MESS - CONTINUOUS | |
| Dallas enters the mess where Brett is hastily making improvised weapons | |
| from mining tools. Dallas snatches a makeshift flamethrower. | |
| DALLAS | |
| Ripley's right. No unnecessary risks. | |
| But, we stay prepared. | |
| BRETT | |
| (nods, gripping his tool) | |
| Got it, Cap. | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - INFIRMARY - CONTINUOUS | |
| Ash’s eyes remain fixed on the creature, analyzing the scanner’s readout. | |
| 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. | |
| LAMBERT | |
| It's using him... for what? | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| INT. NOSTROMO - BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS | |
| Dallas, now realizing the gravity of their situation, toggles the | |
| shipwide comm. | |
| DALLAS | |
| (into the comm, firmly) | |
| Crew, this is the Captain. Stay alert and stay | |
| close. We are not alone on this ship. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. |