You're not connected to the Internet. Please check your connection.

Clips from Alien

Video Games 1979 ★ 6.7/10 (26 ratings) 1,354 clips
- Where is Earth? - You should know.
It's not our system.
I can't believe this.
Contact traffic control.
This is commercial towing vehicle <i>Nostromo,</i>
out of the Solomons, registration number 180924609,
registration number 180924609.
I've found it. Just short of Zeta II Reticuli.
I think I know why they don't come down.
- SOS? - I don't know.
It's not in my contract, this kind of duty.
Approaching orbital apogee. Mark.
If you have any trouble, I'll be on the bridge.
- Son of a bitch. - What's the matter?
How's it going?
What is it?
How come they don't freeze him?
I mean let's not be too hasty.
We don't know anything about it.
This way.
Don't get any on your arm.
What about Kane?
Here's your pen back.
Try it.
Feel like I've been in this place a month.
It's amazing. What is it?
And our guest?
And you let him in.
I was obeying a direct order, Remember?
Oh, yes. I forgot.
- It's alive. - That's a reflex action.
One more meal before bedtime. I'm buying.
What's wrong?
- Did you see anything? - No.
But it will give him a little incentive.
You and Ash, take the main airlock.
- Parker? - Yeah.
Close all the hatches behind me.
OK. Moving on.
Dallas, hold your position for a minute.
- I've lost the signal! - What?
Let's hear it. Let's hear it.
If it means killing it, yeah.
Don't follow me.
Any suggestions from you or Mother?
No, we're still collating.
You're what? You're still collating?
I find that hard to believe.
There is an explanation for this you know...
Parker? Lambert?
Let me by.
Get her up.
It's an android!
It's a robot. Ash is a goddamn robot.
Oh, God.
How come the company sent us a goddamn robot?
He's been protecting it all along.
What was your special order?
All other priorities rescinded.
You admire it.
- Blow up the ship. - Good.
- Ten minutes. - No bullshit.
We'll need coolant for the air support system.
Jones?
It's OK.
You are my lucky star.
OK.
my lucky star.
You are my lucky star.
Third Officer reporting.
This is Ripley, last survivor of the <i>Nostromo</i>,
Oh, yeah, right... I just forgot something man.
Contact traffic control.
What the hell are we doing out here?
I think I know why they don't come down.
I'm sorry, can I say something?
No money.
18, 17...
Disengage.
Money's safe. Let's take her down.
- Roll 92 degrees, port yaw. - Prime the port.
What the hell was that?
Let's go with it.
I'm still not getting anything.
Still dropping.