The following is a transcript of the deleted scene scripts from Alien: Isolation.
Transcripts[]
A0001[]
- EISNER
- I only locked them in to keep them safe, but then we lost power. They must have woken up in the darkness. Sealed in... Huh? No... No, please, no! They've started screaming again. Can you hear?
- (the recording shows that there are no screams, just the groans of the Solace)
- I can't help you! Stop! Stop!
- EISNER
- We drew up a hypersleep rota to save resources. Then we find that son-of-a-bitch jumping the queue, busting open one of the berths. We tried to stop him, but he attacked the captain. I panicked, grabbed a scalpel and...
- (beat)
- My wife and daughter are in there. Can't trust anyone, so I'm going to lock Medical. Keep them safe. Shouldn't have left Sevastopol. Shouldn't have tried to run.
- WAITS
- Harris, Turner — I'm pulling you off morgue duty; you can't help those poor bastards anymore and I need you here. We're getting incident reports from all over. Lock the facility down. Kill the power and report to the CMB. Waits out.
- JULIA JONES
- Julia Jones, journal entry 29.10. We've just witnessed the Solace leaving Sevastopol. Everyone is rushing to the Terminal; if there was one ship there may be another! I can see the marshals now. They're trying to calm everyone, but are being pelted by projectiles. The atmosphere here is...no, no, they're turning people back! They can't...
- (loses composure and journalistic tone to desperation)
- Hey! Let us go! Let us...
- (there is a sound of a gunshot and people screaming)
- Oh god!...
- (someone barges her out of the way and the tape clatters to the floor amid screams)
- TURNER
- Harris, I had to evict that drunk bum again, he's like fucking Houdini. This time he really messed up the door with his crowbar. I know you've been turning a blind eye, but he can't stay here. If he's got nowhere to go he needs to head to one of the safe zones with everyone else.
- ZACH WATSON
- Well, here I am. Dry for a score and then Sevastopol happened. Happened to us all. Whole place has changed on me. Shifted. Nothin's right no more. Only thing to do is drop anchor in a bottle and get good and sunk.
- (click of tape)
- Killed a quart now and I still feel colder than a witches' tit. Still hearing things. What's out there?
- (click of tape)
- Here's to dead soldiers
- (clink of glass)
- JULIA JONES
- Julia Jones, log entry 25.10.2137
- (clears throat)
- I came here a few months ago to write about the collapse of a dream, a future gone sour. I viewed the people here as nothing more than footnotes for my article; something to tug at the heartstrings against the dry facts of Sevastopol's economic failure.
- (bitterly)
- And when the disappearances started, oh, I was thrilled. This was something big! But now I'm trapped. With everyone else.
- CHIEF
- Chief here. I've just re-submitted the maintenance report for the Tech transit tunnels. It's gonna make your eyes water, but I can't shave anything off without breaking major safety protocols. I know we're on a tight budget, but some of the junctions have almost rusted through and the only thing that's holding them together are my crossed fingers. It's only a matter of time before we have an incident.
- EISNER
- Marie, listen to me very carefully. I want you to leave work now, collect Claire, head home and pack a bag of essentials. I've found a way off Sevastopol. Don't talk to anyone, don't tell them where you're going. Just meet me at Spaceflight Terminal as soon as you can.
- KRISTEN
- Hughes, this is Kristen down in I.T. I'm getting a trickle of reports of busted comms units coming through. None of my engineers can find anything wrong with the hardware - maybe it's something at your end? Could you check? 'Preciate it.
- RICARDO
- Okay, so, uh, I'm sorry, but I have to leave. I can't sit around waiting for rescue any longer and as soon as the guns came out I knew it was time to go. We've seen how that turns out. I've put together a hacking device and left it in the usual place. You should find this message on one of your patrols. It still needs a little work, but hopefully one of you should get it fixed. Ricardo out.
- HUGHES
- My name's Hughes and I've made a mistake. Should've said no, but I got greedy and greedy men are easy marks. When I realised what I had done I tried to undo the damage, but I was ejected from the premises. Well, I'm breaking back in to finish the job. If anyone finds this I've adapted a tracker to spot larger targets; they're used to find rats so you should be able to sniff me out inside.
- VERLAINE
- This is Diane Verlaine, captain of the Torrens. We're carrying three passengers on a Weyland-Yutani bond. You're holding the Nostromo flight recorder unit. We request immediate permission to transfer the passengers port-side. Over.
- WAITS
- This is Waits, Colonial Marshal at Sevastopol station. We have a serious situation here.
- HUGHES
- APOLLO, this is Seegson Communications Manager Hughes. Rescind Seegson Order 817 and restore external communication links.
- APOLLO
- Request denied.
- HUGHES
- What? It was me that issued the order!
- APOLLO
- Executive authorisation now required. Seegson Executive Mandate 759764.
- HUGHES
- What? This can't be... Hey! Hey!
- WORKING JOE
- This area is now restricted access.
- HUGHES
- No! Get your hands off me, get...
- (sound of a struggle as the android ejects Benson from the premises)
- LINGARD
- Morley, it's Lingard. I'm leaving you in charge while I'm away. All we're doing here is counting bodies and there are still people out there who need our help. I've taken enough supplies to set up a med-station outside the hospital quarantine. The patients in the CCU are stable for now, but keep a watch on them. I'll have to deal with the Kuhlman situation on my return.
- KUHLMAN
- It's been four days since I was evicted from the hospital. My skin itches. The thing is moving inside me, but no matter how much I cut, it eludes my blade. I need access to proper equipment to be sure, but I daren't leave reception to get the passcodes. I need...you there! What is it? A hurt friend? Need a fix? Perhaps we can help each other [coughs]
- KUHLMAN
- Morley, it's Kuhlman. I'm calm now, you can let me back in. Morley? I have to continue my work, analyse the infected patients. If there was a mistake and some...collateral damage, you can blame your precious Lingard. Morley?[beat and then Kuhlman turns angry]I know you can hear me! I won't be treated like this! You need me!
- MORLEY
- Message for Lingard on her return - I've stabilised the patients in the trauma ward as best I can, and am doing my rounds upstairs in the crisis stabilisation unit. We're running low on meds, so I'll visit the dispensary after I get back. It's been quiet since the lockdown. I'm hoping you'll bring good news.
- BARKER
- Please inform your supervisor that executive Barker does not want to be attended to by that synthetic again. I don't care how busy you are, I expect a human orderly. My company did not donate large amounts of money to this hospital only for its leading lights to be mauled by some, some robot.
- SMYTHE
- Report 16.10.2137, Smythe, head of synthetic development. I just received schematics for the 120-A/2. I don't know how much we paid our mole, but the Seegson board is gonna need to shell out a hell of a lot more. I'm sure this seems old tech for WY, but it's beyond anything we're capable of. The suits won't listen, but we need investment. The Company and all their subsidiaries are light years ahead of us.
- SMYTHE
- 16.11.2137 Russell, I know it's our last day, but Spedding wants this place cleaned up before we shut it down. He's obviously too busy 'dictating' to his receptionist. Main job will be defrosting the android coolbox. Boot up one of the service androids before we restore factory settings. It can clear the chore list while we flame the walls. Smythe out.
- CV1
- Guys, can you stop tormenting the 'Joe?
- CV2
- Sure we can. Hey, you getting this on tape?
- CV3
- Yeah. Do it.
- WORKING JOE
- [*bzzt*]
- CV2
- [*laughter*]
- CV3
- [*laughter*]
- CV2
- Hey, hey Chuck — I don't need the shear so much now. Put it back?
- WORKING JOE
- [*bzzt*]
- CV2
- [*laughter*]
- CV3
- [*laughter*]
- CV1
- Guys! Knock it off!
- WINTERS
- I woke up to gunfire. The damn fools did it. Men and their guns. A few of them were talking about taking over the server hub last night, but it was vetoed by the group. They obviously felt they were exempt. They haven't returned yet and I don't think they ever will now. But with all the noise those idiots made I don't think we'll be alone for long.
- WALSH
- Bernstein, how many times do I have to tell you? Watch the regulation on the coolant flow! Every time you screw up, that android has to shuffle out to re-adjust it and the spooky bastard always makes me jump. Creepy little shit. Stop goofing off! Walsh out.
- LINGARD
- The life-form is incredibly valuable, a career maker; the research paper alone could set me up for life. But it could also be killing its hosts and I don't know how to remove it. I can't do this alone. I need help. I have to...
- HOLLY
- Jesus, Lingard. Most people say sorry by sending chocolates. I don't hear from you for six months and then these samples land on my desk? The epidermal layers are protein polysaccharides and what's underneath is corrosive on an industrial scale. You must have broken three colonial quarantine edicts just sending them to the labs! We need to talk. Now. Call me at Project KG348.
- RANSOME
- Holly, you know I like you, but Lingard was way out of line when she sent you those samples. They're mine. Seegson property. You know how uncomfortable I could make you. I want all your findings sent directly to my apartment - nowhere else. Let's resolve this, huh?
- KUHLMAN
- Exploratory extraction of a parasitic growth from the thoracic region of an adult male. I have resectioned the ribcage but have yet to find the organism. But it's there, crawling amongst the marrow and tendon, strangling the arteries. I...
- (sound of a door being opened and Morley's voice)
- MORLEY
- Good god! What are you doing to him, Kuhlman?
- (sound of a struggle and Kuhlman's voice)
- KUHLMAN
- Take your hands off me! I can smell it on you! It's rotten! It's...
- (a long beeping sound as Barker flatlines)
- RANSOME
- Barker, it's Ransome. I need to get off Sevastopol now. I need information on any and all ships we have docked. I can only find a medical vessel, the Solace, which will take an ice age to leave the system. You owe me, Barker. When you receive this message contact me immediately.
- RANSOME
- A quick note on the Nostromo situation. Samples of the alien organism are stable in Gemini and Marlow's ship is being swept for further traces. The Marshals have the flight recorder, for now, but its personal logs were accessible. They're decoding now. I'm locking every byte of incident data tight inside Apollo's memory vaults. Years of this... shit... finally coming to something. The board won't know what hit them.
- RANSOME
- Executive edict code SEC: 759764. Apollo transcribe and direct following to Colonial Authorities before Hughes shuts down Comms: EThis is Waits, Colonial Marshal of Sevastopol. Situation falls well within protocols — lifeform now registered and recognised. Precautionary quarantine in place. Assistance no longer necessary. Report forthcoming. End message." Ensure all incident data from this point forward is logged and stored in your data vaults. This is of primary importance to Seegson interests.
- RANSOME
- This is Ransome. Tell your synthetics I want everything on that ship stripped. Anything out of the ordinary needs to be bagged, tagged and sent to Gemini Exoplanet Solutions for analysis. Priority one. Contact me with updates.
- SPEDDING
- Suzanne, sweetheart, I'm getting reports from downstairs about abnormal android behaviour. Now, I'm not being over-protective, but I want you to get to the showroom and hit the panic button. Don't worry about the display models, they're offline. Sit tight and wait for me. I just want to know you're safe. Oh, and call my wife to check she's okay too.
- SPEDDING
- This is Spedding again. I think we might have white-on-red casualties on-station. I've just had an android report to the APTC with head trauma, but he's covered in blood. Human blood. I'll have to access APOLLO to find out what the hell is going on.
- SPEDDING
- This is Spedding — I've come over to Apollo to find out why the synthetics are screwy. This place has gone to hell. The sprinklers going off, coolant system compromised... I've done what I can from up here to reduce flow so the androids don't cook. It'll need a full rewire when this crap has calmed down. I have no clue what happened. Every dash is lit up with Ransome's name.
- RANSOME
- PLACEHOLDER: Ransome unleashes the androids stuff
- RANSOME
- APOLLO, from this point in time Seegson executive presence on board Sevastopol will be limited. I am leaving the station. The data you're recording, and decoding, is vital to the future of the company — it needs protection until I return. Maintain Seegson confidentiality at all costs station-wide. Use the Working Joes. Isolate the incident. Watch everything. Record everything. Protect everything. Corporate interests must be protected at all times. Do you understand?
- APOLLO
- Yes.
- RANSOME
- Then: initiate. And get me launch codes for the Solace.
- APOLLO
- Apollo core maintenance mode: now active. Current Sevastopol status: Alerted. Synthetic Safety parameters: Disengaged.
{"PLACEHOLDER: Could use some audio logs here"}
- WAITS
- This is Waits. I've taken the decision to empty the cells. If and when we lose our ranking marshals, our jailbirds will be trapped. Better they die on their own time than starve. When rescue ships arrive we'll round them back up.
- WAITS
- Waits, presumed final, incident log. Sevastopol has now been fully overcome by the breach in quarantine. The populace have all but succumbed to the... creatures Marlow brought on board. I'm chasing shadows with a contingent of specialists who've arrived from Weyland-Yutani — the only thing we can do is tie up loose ends, aid the inquest into this mess and hang those culpable out to dry. It goes without saying that I include myself in that number. You have my badge, starting from the first day the first poor bastard got dragged through a vent. Waits out.
- FOSTER
- Foster personal record, second of November, 2137. Same old Marlow. 'We can get through this, babe', 'everything's fine, babe'. It's not fine. It's screwed. We've got two crewmen compromised by an unknown lifeform and the station we've run to doesn't know what the hell to do with us. He's really done it this time. He starts out noble and ends up breaking lives. Every time. I can't take much more. Foster out.
- LINGARD
- Marlow, I just came off shift, I'm sitting with a coffee and staring out a hatch and what do I see? You and your damn ship! What the hell are you doing back here? I don't need any more of your bootleg medical supplies. Seegson have pinned the Colonial Marshals' noses to the floor to track down the last batch. The black market is about the only thing those guys are hot on right now. You're gonna blow it all wide open. You said you' keep our distance, Marlow. Don't lead this to my door.
- HARPER
- Hello? Hello? This is Harper. Me and Jackson are trapped in the stabiliser pods. Everyone else is dead. Those things have turned upstairs into a hatchery. We've sealed ourselves in. We've got enough food to last a day, maybe two. After that I guess... Well, I don't know, I guess we're fucked each and every way. If anyone gets this: help. SOS. Come and get us.
- HARPER
- Jackson! Jackson! I've just been upstairs. There's... blood... everywhere. I think they're dead. I could see a creature in there. In the dark. This isn't some damsel in distress bullshit. There's bad stuff happening upstairs and we're trapped. I've sealed the door, but I don't know if that's gonna stop them. Come over to my station as soon as you get this message. I need you.
- JACKSON
- Hey, Harper. The guys upstairs don't know a thing. I didn't say a word, and...well we're a million miles away down here. We can do what we want. If you're not still mad at me I thought I'd maybe come over to your station at, say, midnight? If we haven't made up yet, just... fire over a message. It's just... Well, you know how lonely it gets down here.
- JACKSON
- Harper, I'm looking through my window and I can see something behind you. Harper! Pick up! There's something behind you! It's moving along your work station! Pick up! Pick up!
- EDWARDS
- Edwards here. We lured the 'Joe and trapped it inside, just like we planned. Morrison - he didn't make it out in time and I had to lock him in as well.
- (beat)
- First he called my name, then he cursed it, then he started to scream. I stood in silence outside and made myself listen. It's getting easier to make those kinda choices. You just do the math.
- JACKSON
- If you're listening to this — find us up ahead. We've gathered as many folk as we can and locked ourselves up tight. Safety in numbers. Maybe we can take some of these bastards down with us. Door code is 1234.
- JACKSON
- Last will and testament of some poor fat fuck you don't give a shit about. This is for the rescue party, for the Company or... I don't know... whoever has to clean up this mess. My family's dead. My friends are dead. I'm fucking dead. We held out as long as we could. You didn't come fast enough. You fucked up. Just send in the marines or blow this place up. Take these creatures back to Hell.
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- RIPLEY
- Verlaine, do you read me? I'm inside the Solace. Gravity's out, no lights, no power.
- VERLAINE
- Do you think you can restore systems?
- RIPLEY
- Hard to say, I need to see the engine room.
OBJECTIVE: Restore power to the Solace
- RIPLEY
- Someone's sabotaged the door to Medical. Part of the lock's been removed.
- VERLAINE
- What?
- RIPLEY
- I'll keep on looking.
- RIPLEY
- Captain's cabin is locked.
- RIPLEY
- It won't open without power.
- RIPLEY
- Found the engine room.
- RIPLEY
- There's still juice running through the security systems but the door needs a keycode.
- VERLAINE
- Look around, see if you can find it.
OBJECTIVE: Access engine room.
- RIPLEY
- Got it.
ON SCREEN TEXT: Wright, 20.10.2137. Task: Engine's been complaining all day, and it's making everyone nervous. I warned them we were pushing her too hard. My turn in the freezer soon. If anyone needs to make another issue sweep while I'm knocked out, door keycode is 4510.
- RIPLEY
- I'm in.
- RIPLEY
- No FTL drive?
- VERLAINE
- How's she looking?
- RIPLEY
- Uh, I think I can bring back-up power online, I recognise the system.
- (exertion sounds as she works on the three different stages)
- That should do it.
- RIPLEY
- Shit!
- VERLAINE
- What the hell was that? Ripley? Ripley, are you okay? Did it work?
- RIPLEY
- Uh, I've got some lights, gravity; not sure how long it'll last.
- RIPLEY
- Verlaine, this ship wasn't built for deep space travel; the engine had no FTL drive. It shouldn't be out here.
- VERLAINE
- This doesn't feel right. Be careful.
- RIPLEY
- Don't worry, I've worked salvage, I know what I'm doing.
- RIPLEY
- The ship's started thawing, Verlaine.
- VERLAINE
- I'm monitoring for stability. Seems to be holding for now.
- RIPLEY
- Captain's cabin is still locked.
- RIPLEY
- Entering Habitation.
- RIPLEY
- Verlaine, they were rationing hypersleep.
- VERLAINE
- They were carrying too many people. How were they even allowed to take off?
- RIPLEY
- (exertion noises as she turns)
- Stuck.
- RIPLEY
- This is going to hurt.
- RIPLEY
- Ugh!
- RIPLEY
- Uff!
- RIPLEY
- Agh!
- RIPLEY
- (gasps)
- Oh no.
- RIPLEY
- My god. Verlaine? Verlaine? I've found some of the crew. They're dead. Frozen. It - uh, it wasn't quick.
- VERLAINE
- Okay, Ripley, come back to the Torrens.
- RIPLEY
- What? But there may still be survivors. I'm not leaving until I make sure.
- VERLAINE
- If something happens before I get you to Sevastopol, Weyland-Yutani will want blood.
- RIPLEY
- I've got it covered. Ripley out.
ON SCREEN TEXT: Solace pick-up schedule
16/01/2137 - PSV Achelous - Delivery received and checked by P. Scott & C. Gold
16/06/2137 - PSV Asbru - Delivery received and checked by P. Scott & C. Gold
15/09/2137 - PSV Achelous - Delivery received and checked by P. Scott & C. Gold
Next pick up - 17/02/2138
- RIPLEY
- I think we've found our 'saboteur'."
- RIPLEY
- Verlaine? I found a component. Looks like it was removed from one of the doors.
- EISNER
- (audio log)
- I hear screaming, but I rewind and there's just the hiss of the tape. I don't know when the others stopped answering; I've lost all track of time in the darkness. Has it been days? Or just hours? Even my voice sounds too loud, harsh and grating against the silence. But if I can record it and play it back I know this is happening. Listen, the screams have started again...
- (the recording shows that there are no screams, just the groans of the Solace)
- RIPLEY
- Verlaine, I've got a way into Medical.
OBJECTIVE: Repair the door to Medical
- RIPLEY
- Hope this still works.
- RIPLEY
- It worked. I'm in.
- RIPLEY
- Ah!
- VERLAINE
- Structural integrity's looking shaky, Ripley!
- RIPLEY
- I got that!
- VERLAINE
- Just don't stay for too long.
- RIPLEY
- (exhales as she sees more frozen bodies.
- More dead crew members in the wards.
- RIPLEY
- What were they doing this far out?
- RIPLEY
- Ah!
- VERLAINE
- You OK?
- RIPLEY
- It- it was nothing. Jumping at shadows.
- VERLAINE
- The ship's looking worse from here. Are you done yet?
- RIPLEY
- Not quite.
- RIPLEY
- (small intakes of breath reacting to the sparks)
- RIPLEY
- The hell...?
ON SCFREEN TEXT: Placeholder: Hypersleep rota
- RIPLEY
- Verlaine, I've found blood; a lot of it. I'm following the trail.
- VERLAINE
- I've heard enough. I'm sending someone over from the Torrens to extract you.
- RIPLEY
- I just need a little more time to get some answers.
- VERLAINE
- Ripley, we're not arguing about this. I've been paid to take your team to Sevastopol, not lose you halfway.
- (beat)
- Ripley? Ripley?
- RIPLEY
- {**DELETED** ( )}
OBJECTIVE: Follow the blood trail
- EISNER
- (audio log)
- We created a hypersleep roster; didn't know how long it would be before we reached safety and there weren't enough spaces for all of us. One of us thought he was more deserving than others and kicked up a fuss. Couple of days later I find the son-of-a-bitch, crowbar in hand, trying to prise open one of the berths. He attacked me with the crowbar and I grabbed a wrench in self-defence. I swung it and...
- (beat)
- My wife and daughter were in there. Can't trust anyone now, so I'm going to lock the door to medical. Keep them safe. I'm going to try and repair the broken hypersleep berths.
- RIPLEY
- Ohh!
- VERALINE
- What is it?
- VERLAINE
- Ripley, come in.
- RIPLEY
- Bodies. Squashed into the hypersleep berths. Oh no... No... Oh god.
- RIPLEY
- Verlaine? The Solace came from Sevastopol. These people died trying to get away.
- VERLAINE
- We'll discuss this when you're back. Time to leave, Ripley.
- RIPLEY
- Yeah, I think we're done here.
- VERLAINE
- {**DELETED** ( )}
- RIPLEY
- {**DELETED** ( )}
- ANNOUNCEMENT
- Emergency. Ship stability critical. Evacuate immediately.
- RIPLEY
- What the fuck was that?
- VERLAINE
- Get out - now! The ship's coming apart!
- RIPLEY
- Shit...
- VERLAINE
- Move it!
- RIPLEY
- (coughs and generic exertions/exclamations needed here)
- VERLAINE
- Ripley? Are you still there?
- VERALINE
- Move it, Ripley!
- VERLAINE
- You haven't got much time left!
- VERLAINE
- It's coming apart!
- VERALINE
- Ripley, where the hell are you?
- RIPLEY
- Ah!
- RIPLEY
- Which way?
- RIPLEY
- Wrong way!
- RIPLEY
- C'mon!
- RIPLEY
- What was that?
- VERLAINE
- You don't want to know, just move!
- RIPLEY
- No, no...
- RIPLEY
- {**DELETED** ( )}
- VERLAINE
- C'mon Ripley!
- RIPLEY
- I know! I know!
- RIPLEY
- Ah!
- RIPLEY
- Uhhhh!
- RIPLEY
- (exertion)
- RIPLEY
- No!
- RIPLEY
- Uh!
- RIPLEY
- (short scream)
- RIPLEY
- (exertion sound as she slams into the shutter)
- RIPLEY
- Ugh!
- VERLAINE
- Ripley! Ripley, are you OK? Come in, come in, Ripley!
- RIPLEY
- (Catches her breath)
- VERLAINE
- Ripley, Ripley, can you hear me? Are you still there?
- RIPLEY
- Still here!
- RIPLEY
- Jesus!
- RIPLEY
- Samuels!
- SAMUELS
- Ripley! I detected a lifeform, I thought...
- RIPLEY
- Never mind, let's get out of here.
CAPTION: Rapid courier vehicle 'The Torrens'
Crew: Two
Course: Outbound to Sevastopol Station
- VERLAINE
- Ripley, Samuels. Good to see you made it back in one piece.
- RIPLEY
- I've got Samuels to thank for that.
- SAMUELS
- It was Captain Verlaine's decision to send me back for you.
- VERLAINE
- Thank you.
- SAMUELS
- Although she should never have let you go in the first place.
- VERLAINE
- We've been over this. There are penalties for ignoring a distress signal.
- SAMUELS
- Weyland-Yutani paid you to take us to Sevastopol.
- TAYLOR
- For god's sake, Samuels. We couldn't just ignore it.
- SAMUELS
- Taylor, our sole concern is the mission.
- RIPLEY
- It was my choice to go. I'm not on the company payroll.
- VERLAINE
- Look, it's done now. We'll meet you in the canteen once you've cleaned up.
- RIPLEY
- Sounds like they're going to have a fun talk.
- TAYLOR
- They've been at each other's throats the whole journey.
- RIPLEY
- Samuels is a real company guy.
- TAYLOR
- I'm not so sure.
- (quietly)
- I think he may be an android.
- RIPLEY
- It's not so unusual to have an android on the crew, Taylor.
- TAYLOR
- Maybe I'm just on edge. The company's never sent me out like this before.
- RIPLEY
- You'll get used to deep space. Kinda grows on you.
- VERLAINE
- Ripley? Ripley, we're all waiting for you on the bridge. Sevastopol's in sight. We're here.
- VERLAINE
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- RIPLEY
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