RIPLEY: Transmission? . . . Out here?
LAMBERT: What kind of transmission?
DALLAS: Acoustical beacon that repeats identicals of 12 seconds.
DALLAS: I don't know.
BRETT: So, what?
PARKER: I hate to bring this up, but this is a commercial ship, not a rescue ship.
PARKER: It's not in my contract to do this kind of duty. . . And what about the money, if you give me some money, I'll be happy to.
PARKER: Let's go over the bonus situation. Can we talk about the bonus?
ASH: I'm sorry, can I say something? There is a clause in the contract that specifically states any transmission indicating a possible intelligent origin must be investigated.
PARKER: I don't want to hear it.
DALLAS: (raises voice) Parker, will you just listen to the man!
ASH: With penalty of total forfeit of shares . . . no money.
DALLAS: You got that?
PARKER: (laughs) Yeah.
DALLAS: Allright, we're going in.
PARKER: (turns to Brett) Yeah, we're going in, aren't we.
INT. BRIDGE: All but Parker and Brett have gathered to listen to the signal Mother has detected. Lambert sits at a console to patch it in.
DALLAS: Can we all hear that, Lambert?
Lambert works some controls and the signal audio comes thru the overhead speakers. It's a strange oscillating synthetic sound recognized by no one.
KANE: Good God!
RIPLEY: Doesn't sound like any radio signal I've heard.
LAMBERT: Maybe it's a voice.
DALLAS: Well, we'll soon know. Can you home in on that?
LAMBERT: What was the position?
DALLAS: Six five five zero, dash nine nine.
Lambert punches in the numbers, waiting for a read out.
LAMBERT: Allright, I found the quadrant. Ascension, six minutes twenty seconds. Declination, thirty nine degrees, two seconds.
DALLAS: Okay, put that on the screen for me.
A monitor activates and an image of outer space appears behind an electronic grid.
LAMBERT: Allright, well that's it. It's a planetoid. Twelve hundred kilometers.
KANE: It's tiny.
DALLAS: I need rotation.
LAMBERT: About two hours.
DALLAS: What about gravity?
LAMBERT: Point eight six.
ASH: You can walk on it.
EXT. NOSTROMO AND REFINERY APPROACHING THE STAR/PLANET SYSTEM
INT. BRIDGE: The crew are at their stations. The crew strap themselves to their seats. Much preparation for separation, etc.
ASH: Equatorial orbit nailed.
EXT. NOSTROMO: Moving within range of the planet.
DALLAS: D.O.R. is on line.
RIPLEY: How's the status on the lifter?
DALLAS: Give me an EC pressure reading.
ASH: 48 seconds and counting.
DALLAS: Prepare to disengage from platform.
INTERCOM: 12 . . . 11 . . . 10 . . . 9 . . . 8 . . . 7 . . . 6 . . .
Dallas hits appropriate switches.