Parker  : This son of a bitch was HUGE! I mean... It's like a man, it's big!
Ash     : It gained some...
Ripley  : Come one, Ash, I mean... Science department should be able to help
us. What can we do to drive it?
Ash     : Yes, well, it's adapted remarkably well to our...atmosphere,
considering it's nutricial requirements. Anything we don't know
about is temperature.
Ripley  : Ok, what about temperature, what happens if we change it?
Ash     : Let's try it. I mean, most animals retreat from fire, yes?
Dallas  : Fire, yeah. Parker, can you rig ehhh... three or four incenerator
units?
Parker  : Give me about twenty minutes and I'll do it...
Lambert : Who's going into the vent?
Ripley  : I do.
Dallas  : No. You and Ash, take the main airlock. Parker lambert, you cover up
that maintenance opening place.
Lambert : Right.

[Dallas goes to Mother. He asks her how they can kill the alien. Mother says
she can't compute. Dallas asks her if they can survive. Mother says she can't
compute.]

[Later. Dallas goes in the duct. He carries the tracker.]
Dallas  : Ok, I'm at the first junction.
Ripley  : Dallas, I'm right here.
Dallas  : Parker?
Parker  : Yeah...
Dallas  : Lambert?
Lambert : We're in position, I'm just trying to get a reading here.
Ripley  : The airlock is open.
Dallas  : Ok, Ripley...
Ripley  : Ready.
[shot of an airlock opening. It is a circle like opening, getting bigger.]
Dallas  : I'm moving up.
Lambert : Allright, I've got a reading on you.
[Dallas moves on. We hear the tracker beep constantly.]
Dallas  : Open the hatch to the third junction.
[Dallas breathes heavily]
Dallas  : Ok, I'm through. Ripley?
Ripley  : Yes!
Dallas  : Close all the hatches behind me. I'm moving on.
[The hatch behind Dallas closes.]
Lambert : Dallas! Hold on a minute! I migh... I think I've got it.
Dallas  : What...
Lambert : Yes, I've got it.
Dallas  : Where?
Lambert : Somewhere around the third junction...
Dallas  : Ok, I'm moving on.
[Dallas walks on. He carries an incinerator.]
Lambert : It is around here. Now Dallas, you'll gonna have to be carefull.
[Dallas walks on. He comes to a junction downwards. He aims the incinerator
down and pulls the trigger. Large flames burst down.]
Dallas  : Allright. I reached...the third junction and I'm going down.
[Dallas goes down. Nothing is there.]
[Lambert is checking the tracker she's holding.]
Parker  : What the hell is the matter with that box?
Lambert : Dallas! You'll gonna have to hold your position for a minute. I've
lost the signal!
Dallas  : What?? Are you sure...
Lambert : Look, look around. I- I'm sure it's down there. I mean it's gotta be
around there somewhere.
Dallas  : Check it out, Lambert. You might be getting interference.
Lambert : [scared] Dallas, are you sure there's no sign of it, I mean, it _is_
there!
[Dallas uses the incinerator]
Lambert : It's gotta be around there!
[Dallas uses the incinerator again the other way]
Ripley  : Dallas?
Dallas  : Oh, come one... [talks to himself]
Ah, am I- am I clear, Lambert? 'Cause I wanna get the hell outta
here.
[the beep on Lambert's tracker goes off. There's a dot moving towards Dallas's
dot on the little screen.]
Lambert : Oh, God.. It's moving right towards you!
Dallas  : Ahh...
Lambert : [scared] Move! Get out of there! Move it towards you! MOVE! [cries]
Dallas! Move, Dallas! Get out o...
[the beeps on the tracker start beeping almost synchronous]
[Dallas goes down one level]
Lambert : [cries] No! Not that way! The other way! God!
[Dallas turns around and the alien is there and stretches it's hands out to
grab Dallas.]
Ripley  : Dallas!
Lambert : No!
Parker  : Take it easy! Dallas!

[In the mess. Parker holds the incinerator Dallas was carrying. He throws it
on the table.]
Parker  : We found this laying there... No blood. No Dallas. Nothing.
[everyone keeps quiet. Parker is heavily irritated.]
How come not anybody say nothing?
Ripley  : [harsh] I'm thinking. Unless somebody has got a better idea, we'll
procede with Dallas's plan.
Lambert : What? And end up like the others? No, you're out of your mind.
Ripley  : Have you got a better idea?
Lambert : [hysterical]
Yes. I say that we abaondon the ship. We get the shuttle and get the
hell out of here. We take our chances and just hope that somebody'll
pick us up!
Ripley  : Lambert... The shuttle won't take four.