ALIEN

                     "ALIEN"

                        by
                    Walter Hill
                        and
                    David Giler


                Based on screenplay
                        by
                   Dan O'Bannon


                     Story by
          Dan O'Bannon and Ronald Shusett



                                     REVISED FINAL

                                     JUNE, 1978





        Science fiction plucks from within
        us our deepest fears and hopes then
        shows them to us in rough disguise:
        the monster and the rocket.
      
                             W.H. Auden
      
      
      
        We live, as we dream -- alone.
      
                            Joseph Conrad
      

     

FADE IN

SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE:

INT. ENGINE ROOM

Empty, cavernous.

INT. ENGINE CUBICLE

Circular, jammed with instruments.
All of them idle.
Console chairs for two.
Empty.

INT. OILY CORRIDOR - "C" LEVEL

Long, dark.
Empty.
Turbos throbbing.
No other movement.

INT. CORRIDOR - "A" LEVEL

Long, empty.

INT. INFIRMARY - "A" LEVEL

Distressed ivory walls.
All instrumentation at rest.

INT. CORRIDOR TO BRIDGE - "A" LEVEL

Black, empty.

INT. BRIDGE

Vacant.
Two space helmets resting on chairs.
Electrical hum.
Lights on the helmets begin to signal one another.
Moments of silence.
A yellow light goes on.
Data mind bank in b.g.
Electronic hum.
A green light goes on in front of one helmet.
Electronic pulsing sounds.
A red light goes on in front of other helmet.
An electronic conversation ensues.
Reaches a crescendo.  
Then silence.
The lights go off, save the yellow.

INT. CORRIDOR TO HYPERSLEEP VAULT
   
Lights come on.
Seven gowns hang from the curved wall.
Vault door opens.

INT. NARCISSUS - LATER

Now repressurized.
Ripley is seated in the control chair.
Calm and composed, almost cheerful.
Cat purring in her lap.
She dictates into a recorder.

                         RIPLEY
          I should reach the frontier in
          another five weeks.  With a
          little luck the network will
          pick me up...This is Ripley,
          W564502460H, executive officer,
          last survivor of the commercial
          starship Nostromo signing off.
                 (pause)
          Come on cat.

She switches off the recorder.
Stares into space.

EXT. OUTER SPACE

The shuttle-craft Narcissus sails into the distance.

                                        FADE OUT




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