ducks]
Parker  : What the hell was that?
Brett   : Pressure dropping in deck three... We must've lost a shield.
Dallas  : Let's go with it!
Lambert : [through radio]
I'm not getting anything!
Ripley  : Warning: Red!
Kane    : Drop me off, now.
Still dropping. Yeah, now I got it.
Dallas  : Take her down!
Ripley  : Approaching peritritio-... [her voice falls away by the sound of the
engines starting]
Dallas  : Navigation lights on!
Kane    : Lights on three still out.
Ripley  : [through intercom] Give me a pressure reading. I'm not getting
anything.

[we hear the computer countdown again]
Dallas  : Kill drive engines.

[The Nostromo lands. One of the paws sets down on the ground and forms to the
rocks lying there. There is a screech and explosions. A warning sound goes
on]
Dallas  : What the hell happened?
[shouts] Somebody give me a straight asset(?)!!
Kane    : It's a hull breach.
Ripley  : I don't see anything. We still got pressure.
Dallas  : What's on three?
[shot from the outside: the Nostromo]

[on the bridge: everyone listens to Parker telling what's broken through the
intercom]
Parker  : Secondary load... Shine unit is out. Three of the four cells are
gone.
Ripley  : Is that it?
Parker  : No, hold on- Ehhh... We can't fix it out here anyway, and ehhh... We
need to reroute a couple of these ducts. What'd ya say, Brett...
Kane    : Dry knocked, huh.
[down in the engine room. Brett and Parker are there.]
Brett   : Try it out. Tell them that ehhh...
Parker  : [in intercom]
We couldn't fix it out here anyway, we gotta reroute all these
ducts and ehhh in order to do that we got to dry the dock.
[on the bridge]
Dallas  : [sighs] What else?
Parker  : Some fragments picked up, and we got to clean it all up and ehhh...
repressurise them.
[down in the engine room]
Ripley  : [through intercom]
How long before we're functional?
Parker  : [to Brett]
What- What is...
Brett   : It's a seventeen hour job...
Parker  : [into intercom]
At least twentyfive hours.
Brett   : Yeah...
Ripley  : Get started on the board panel, I'll be right down.
[down in the engine room]
Parker  : What the hell is she coming down here for, for christ' sake?
Brett   : She'd better stay the fuck out of my way...
Parker  : Yeah, I'd like to see what you'll gonna do when she get here...

[shot on another part of the bridge]
Kane    : Any response yet?
Dallas  : No. Absolutely nothing.
Ash     : We get the same transmission every twelve seconds.
Dallas  : All the other channels are dead.
[he sits down and looks out a window]
Kick on the lights.

[shot from outside, we see the light under the Nostromo go on.]
Kane    : [looking outside. Outside there is a lot of wind, almost no sight at
all.]
Well, we can't go anywhere in this...
Ash     : Well, Mother says the sun's coming up in twenty minutes.
Dallas  : How far are from the source of the transmission?
Ash     : Ehhh... North-east. Just under two thousand metres.
Kane    : Walking distance?
Dallas  : [laughs a bit]
[to Ash] Give me an atmospheric...
Ash     : Yes.

[Ash sits behind a terminal. There are numbers scrolling on the screen.]
Ash     : Oh...
Dallas  : It's almost primordial...
Ash     : We see a... nitrogen... high concentration of carbondioxyde,
crystals, methan, I'm working on the trace elements.
Dallas  : Anything else?
Ash     : Yes, there's... rock: lava base... Deep cold, well below the line.
Dallas  : Uhummm.
Kane    : I will volunteer to be on the first group to go out.
Dallas  : Yeah, it figures. You too, Lambert.
Lambert : [cigaret in her hand. Nodds knowingly]
Swell...
Dallas  : I'm gonna break out the weapons.

[shot of three people in spacesuits, going in a hallway]
[shot of Ash on a part of the bridge where he can see all. His chair moves
towards a window that extends outwards. Some terminals are there.]
[shot of the three people walking out and standing still. They go down by