EXT. EARTH - DAY (12,000 B.C.)
The world turns below us, vast and slow.
A RUMBLE. A shadow sweeps over the land. We move with the
shadow. We cast the shadow.
Landscapes slide by. Reduced by altitude to abstractions:
river deltas, forests and flood plains. A raw natural world.
No trace of civilization.
The shadow glides over mountains and glaciers. Across an
ocean and a pale beach. Over lowland plain at the foot of a
VOLCANIC MOUNTAIN it stops.
EXT. LOWLAND PLAIN - DAY
THREE FIGURES walk out of the shadow.
They are men - and yet not men. Their skin is snow-white.
Their features heavy and classical - as if Rodin's Thinker
had risen from his seat. Their smooth heads are earless and
hairless. Their glittering eyes entirely black.
Against the stark land their height is impossible to judge.
They are ENGINEERS.
Two of them are cloaked in dark robes of strange design.
The third is naked.
One of the cloaked Engineers opens a featureless black box:
inside lies a cake of dark, sticky material.
The naked one lifts the dark cake with ceremonial slowness.
It hums and buzzes. Foams into iridescent spheres. He raises
the seething cake to his mouth like the sacrament.
BLACK SCARABS boil out of the dark material. Swarm over his
lips. Glittering insects that chitter and bite.
Under the swarm his lips melt away. A horrific vision of
teeth, black blood, dissolving bone. They are devouring him.
A fevered glimpse of the microscopic: cells rupture and
bleed. Protein chains unfold. A DNA spiral unravels.
The scarabs fill their bellies with genetic material.
...spreads his arms. Stands cruciform, nearly headless.
The scarabs swarm his shoulders, his chest. When they reach
his hips, he collapses sideways, toppling majestically like a
felled tree. Engulfed.
The two cloaked Engineers watch impassively.
Behind them, a vast black SHIP hangs in the sky.
As if blown by a great gust of wind, the scarabs disperse in
their millions in all directions. Living DNA on the wing.
Where the sacrificial victim fell, nothing remains.
EXT. FOREST - DAY
A pristine wilderness. The VOLCANIC MOUNTAIN in the distance.
A PRIMITIVE WOMAN stands on a height, staring in amazement:
far off a great dark ship hovers over the plain.
A black scarab lands on the back of her neck. Bites deep.
Injecting its cargo of DNA into her blood.
A microscopic invasion. Cells pierced and infused. DNA
strands twining and mating.
CLOSE ON THE WOMAN
Pupils dilating with shock, breath hissing into her lungs.
She slaps the back of her neck. Looks at her hand. The scarab
lies in her palm.
As she watches, it crumbles to dust and blows away.
FADE TO BLACK.
Drifting motes of light against the dark: a starscape.
An EXCAVATOR floats into view: a sturdy vehicle equipped with
robotic arms. Bright floodlights beat at the darkness. Inside
the cockpit - a bubble of glass - sits a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.
This is DR. JOCELYN WATTS, 32, a precocious scholar of many
disciplines. A scientist accustomed to field work.
The cockpit is sweltering: she wears shorts, boots, a T-shirt
- and still her arms and legs gleam with sweat.
Watts works the controls. The excavator descends toward a
rocky surface. Silt billows up as the excavator approaches:
we're not in space at all, but deep underwater.
The excavator's thrusters are cowled propellers. The "stars"
are plankton shining in the floodlights.
INT. EXCAVATOR - CONTINUOUS
Watts steers the excavator to a steeply sloping cliff wall. A
sea-trench yawns below her, its depths lost in darkness.
Moving to survey site B... closing on
object four. The large oblong.
She watches the screen of a ground-penetrating radar system.
A bright signal return: something hidden in the cliff in
front of her. Something big.
There you are.
EXT. SEA TRENCH - CONTINUOUS
Watts carves into the cliff with the excavator's digger arm.
Silt and boulders fall into the yawning trench below. She
brings a water cannon to bear: uses its jet to blast away
loose silt and stones.
The cliff face collapses: a muddy landslide into the deeps.
Watts backs away from the collapse, thrusters whirring to
keep her out of the turbulence. A cloud of silt clears.
In her floodlight beams, the OBELISK stands revealed - its
outlines worn by the ages. Easily thirty feet tall.
Watts stares at the obelisk, stunned. Her voice is husky:
A second excavator glides out of the dark.
At the controls: PROFESSOR MARTIN HOLLOWAY, 48, visionary
genius and archaeologist. Dark-haired and lean, with the
rangy build of a frontiersman. He's dressed in work trousers
and a T-shirt. Stubbly chin.
He plays his floodlights over the obelisk.
Look at that.
INT. WATTS'S EXCAVATOR
Watts floats her excavator down the front of the obelisk.
Scanning the alien text. Suddenly she stops. Grips the
obelisk with her excavator's arms to anchor herself in place.
You need to see this.
EXT. SEA TRENCH
Holloway pilots his excavator expertly up to Watts's. Mates
the two vehicles at their aft hatchways.
INT. WATTS'S EXCAVATOR
Behind Watts, a hatch opens with a splatter of water.
Holloway climbs in. Squeezes into her cockpit. A tight fit.
He's distracted by her body, pressed so close - but she has
eyes only for the inscrutable writing outside the glass.
Same thing again.
What do you see?
An ephemeris - a star map.
Radius, inclination, azimuth...more
If we can get epoch and equinox out of
Can we raise this thing?
(shakes his head)
Hundreds of tons.
EXT. MEDITERRANEAN SEA - DAY
A research vessel at anchor on a turquoise sea. Bright sun.
In the distance, a coastline dotted with villas. The horizon
is dominated by the VOLCANIC PEAK - the same peak we saw in
the distance in the prologue.
Aboard the research vessel, cranes lift Watts and Holloway's
excavators out of the sea and onto the deck.
INT. RESEARCH VESSEL - AFT DECK - DAY
Under an awning, PRINTS of the obelisk's faces are stretched
on the deck - fifteen feet long.
Watts and Holloway crawl over the alien text, red markers in
hand. Parsing, translating, calculating.
They're tanned, fit, the wind in their hair. The
Mediterranean coast in the distance. It's an idyllic way to
work. But they're utterly absorbed in the task at hand.
AFT DECK - NIGHT
They're still at it. Lights illuminate the workspace. The
obelisk prints are blanketed with markings and annotations.
Holloway sits at a table. Watts sits on the marked-up prints.
Both working through calculations on electronic slates.
Holloway looks up.
I have a solution. A single match.
Me too. Checked it twice.
Watts holds up her slate: it displays a set of stellar
coordinates. A detailed star map. Holloway holds up his own
slate: an exact match. They lock eyes in electric excitement.
What do we do now?
We go there.
EXT. WEYLAND'S WHEEL (EARTH ORBIT)
A gleaming space station like a five-spoked wheel rotates
grandly against the Pacific Ocean a thousand miles below.
Black letters on the white metal read: WEYLAND'S WHEEL.
A round shuttlecraft approaches the station.
INT. SHUTTLECRAFT (ZERO GRAVITY)
A spacecraft no bigger than a private jet.
Holloway and Watts sit strapped into acceleration chairs. The
only two passengers aboard. New to space travel, Watts tears
her eyes from the spectacle of Earth outside the window.
Holloway plays with a pen, batting it from hand to hand in
the zero gravity.
What's first? You do climate, I do
Archaeology first. Let our ancestors
tell the tale.
You think he's serious?
Serious enough to send his private
Weyland can send his shuttle out for
Martin. If this meeting goes like the
others, maybe we should...
It won't go like the others.
How do you know?
Holloway plucks the pen from the air. He points out the
window, where the crescent Moon shines like a toothy grin.
Heaven smiles on our enterprise.
EXT. WEYLAND'S WHEEL
The shuttle docks with the Wheel's hub - a perfect fit.
INT. WEYLAND'S WHEEL - SPOKE ELEVATOR (ZERO GRAVITY)
A gleaming capsule elevator with windows to the stars.
Holloway and Watts float weightlessly inside, moving from
handhold to handhold. The door closes.
Watts grabs Holloway by the collar. Pulls them roughly
together. They kiss. Not for the first time. They have a way.
Watts's hair and clothing float free: she's a naiad in
EXT. WEYLAND'S WHEEL
The elevator descends along the spoke to the rim.
INT. WEYLAND'S WHEEL - RIM - FOYER
A luxurious lobby. Tasteful lighting. Eames-era furniture in
wood and chrome: the past's vision of the future.
At the rim, the Wheel's rotation supplies gravity. An
elevator door opens. Watts and Holloway step out - Holloway
with a sleek metal folio slung over his shoulder.
The floor is the outer surface of the Wheel: in both
directions it curves upward out of sight.
The walls are all windows: on one side, Earth rotates lazily.
On the other, a wheeling field of stars.
DAVID, an android, stands waiting for them. He's cunningly
built, but no one would mistake him for a real human being.
Professor Holloway. Dr. Watts. My name
Mr. Weyland's eager to meet you.
He strides off across the foyer. Watts and Holloway exchange
a wondering glance and follow.
DAVID leads past models of planets, moons and asteroids.
Holographic labels and data swirl around them.
These are all the planetary bodies on
which Weyland Industries has mining
The end of the hall is dominated by a huge globe of Mars.
Markings indicate widespread surface activity.
And Mars. Weyland's crown jewel.
How is that going? The terraforming.
They say you're getting diminishing
returns. It's not working.
It's the greatest engineering project
ever attempted. Challenges are
inevitable. Mr. Weyland's a
PETER WEYLAND sits behind a mahogany desk. He's a Warren
Buffet type: a country sage, horse-sense and hard knocks. He
might be seventy years old, or a hundred and seventy.
Behind him stands DIRECTOR LYDIA VICKERS, a slim woman of 45
in a costly business suit. Shrewd and watchful. Once a great
beauty, she now trades in ruthlessness.
DAVID stands against the wall.
Watts and Holloway settle into chairs in front of Weyland -
Holloway holding the metal folio.
Professor Holloway. Ms. Watts.
Forgive me. Peter Weyland.
He notices Watts looking curiously at DAVID. He smiles.
Ah. DAVID here's a prototype. Our 80
series. One of a kind for now, but if
he performs, he will be legion.
(his smile fades)
What do you want here?
Holloway looks at him, startled.
We sent you a prospectus that...
Assume I know nothing.
Holloway swallows. Lays the metal folio on Weyland's desk.
I'm an archaeologist.
He touches a tiny remote. Holographs appear in the air over
Weyland's desk: the folio is a three-dimensional imager.
Pictures of a younger Holloway in the field: excavating ruins
in Egypt, China, Peru, Greece.
In my studies I discovered a pattern I
couldn't explain. Every eleven hundred
years, sudden advances in agriculture,
tool use, technology. Inventions.
Something caused a great leap forward.
Every eleven centuries. The pattern
holds as far back as our data goes.
Tens of thousands of years. I had to
understand this. It became the focus
of my work.
Weyland nods. Holloway glances at Watts and forges on.
Dr. Watts was a student of mine.
Watts touches her own remote. The holographic display turns
to scientific diagrams. Images of a very young and beautiful
Watts in the laboratory.
I was analyzing historical changes in
human DNA. I found the same pattern.
Every eleven centuries, a pulse of new
information in the genome of the human
race. All over the world. Evolution
can't do that. Something was changing
us. Changing the DNA of our species.
Humanity's been visited. Visited
by...beings from somewhere else.
Behind Weyland, Vickers can't suppress a scowl of disdain.
You mean aliens.
A beat. The others had forgotten Vickers was there.
Lydia Vickers, Director of Operations.
Practically my right hand.
They guided us to civilization. Lifted
us up, again and again. I call them
Once you know what you're looking for,
it's amazing how the evidence falls
Photographs flicker through the display: Holloway and Watts
in the field, excavating new sites. Intimately close.
Their finds: columns of writing on stone tablets in Egypt,
China, Cambodia, Peru. Patterns of lines, curves, and dots.
This is the writing of the Engineers.
We've found it on every continent. And
last year, we found our Rosetta Stone.
The display shows the Engineer obelisk under the sea.
The writing is a formula giving the
location of a single star in our sky.
We're keeping that confidential for
now. But that's where we want to go.
You want me to pay for an interstellar
It's a chance to be part of a
revolution in scientific...
Don't sell me, professor. You've been
turned down by every university and
government agency under the sun.
Nobody's going to gamble that kind of
money on your hunch.
Holloway deflates. Watts winces. This is a bloodbath.
Nobody but me.
I've read your research.
That's impossible. Our research is-
Quantum encoded on secure servers,
yeah. We have an A.I. division, you
should know. Doing impressive things.
(he leans across the desk)
I know which star you're wishing on.
The scientists stare at Weyland.
Zeta Two Reticuli.
He regards their shocked faces with satisfaction.
You know how I got this rich? I ask
myself: what does God spend his time
doing? And I go and do that.
Watts laughs incredulously. Stifles it. Weyland's not joking.
Biotechnology was good to me. Fusion
power. Lately doing well with gravity
He swivels his chair toward the window. Earth shines outside.
But what's the first thing God did?
He made the Heaven and the Earth.
Weyland jabs a finger at her like she's won a carnival prize.
That's what I'm talking about. You
left out my favorite part. The piece
about Earth. DAVID.
For eons, Earth's climate swung from
hothouse to ice age. Explosions of
life, then mass extinctions. But
twelve thousand years ago the swings
stopped. The Holocene Epoch began - a
period of anomalous tranquility. The
rise of civilization began only then.
Holloway and Watts stare at DAVID with new appreciation.
And that change coincides with a visit
by the Engineers. They didn't just
change us. They changed our world.
That's the piece I mean. Engineering
Earth. God stuff.
He swivels back to his desk. Rummages in a drawer.
My people checked your science. They
say it's solid.
He pulls a thick contract out. Drops it in front of Holloway.
I'll give you your expedition. Ship
and crew, supplies, support. One
Holloway picks up the contract with the cautious joy of a man
double-checking a lottery ticket. His voice is husky:
You get the discovery. Control of the
site. But any technology you find?
Anything at all. That's mine.
Holloway reaches out slowly and picks up the contract.
Riffles the pages of small-print legalese.
You take DAVID with you. My eyes and
ears. And Vickers...you're going too.
Vickers stares at Weyland in shock.
A glittering formation of white crystals. Diamond on diamond.
The structures grow more complex as the view widens. Leaves
and branches of crystal. A shimmering field of white jewels.
A landscape of white crystals, smooth as snow.
EXT. DEEP SPACE
A black void shot with stars, far from any sun.
A sturdy prospecting ship forges through space, travel-worn
but built to last. It carries the Weyland Industries logo.
The name painted on its hull is MAGELLAN.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
The ship's nerve center and control room. Six control
stations, empty and quiet. Interior lights dimmed to blue.
The entire forward bulkhead of the Bridge is a window: wall
to wall, floor to ceiling.
At the window stands the android DAVID.
He gazes at the cosmos with an expression of utter serenity.
After a long moment he turns away. Massive shutters close
over the window as he walks off.
DAVID walks the ship's long central corridor. The ship is
silent. The lights dimmed to blue. He is alone.
A long steel room containing a dozen plexiglass sarcophagi,
six on each side. Sleep freezers. Inside each freezer: the
shadowy shape of a human body rimed with frost.
DAVID walks through the compartment, surveying the sleepers.
DAVID sits at a display table, moving intricate technical
documents across the surface with waves of his hands.
His eyes intent on his work. If he is reading, then he`s
reading at a speed no human could match.
We pull away from the frosted crystalline horizon, the smooth
white curves like snowy fields. Form becomes clear.
It's the body of a woman. It's Watts.
INT. HYPERSLEEP FREEZER
Watts lies asleep in her underwear in a plexiglass freezer.
Pale. Frost on her skin. Venus sculpted in ice. There are IV
lines in her elbows and ankles.
Shapes move into view beyond her, outside the freezer. FACES.
Pressed to the glass.
All of the freezers are open and empty, save two. Holloway
lies in one. In the next, Watts. Three men in blue coveralls
crouch beside Watts's freezer, staring inside.
They are DOWNS, 30, a lean fidgety crewman. STILLWELL, 40, a
sturdy fellow with the geniality of a labrador. And KAMAROV,
26, whose dark, brooding air belongs to a man twice his age.
Look at that.
Kamarov opens the lid of Watt's freezer. Leans over her.
Watts stirs in her sleep, a drowsy angel.
She wakes up slow.
Watts wakes to find three men looming above her. Disoriented,
she pulls away. Tangles her hands in her IV lines.
Get out of there!
Holloway's voice cracks like a whip. The crewmen jump back.
Holloway sits up in the next freezer over. He yanks the IV
lines out of his arms and legs. Climbs out of the freezer.
Give us a moment, will you?
The crewmen file out: Stillwell sheepishly, Downs and Kamarov
surly. Holloway goes to Watts. Gently removes the IV lines
from her ankles while she plucks the ones from her arms.
I'm out of sorts. Sorry.
He helps her up.
INT. MESS ROOM
Holloway and Watts sit at a table, both a bit hung over. They
wear civilian clothes. Warmly dressed, they still look cold.
They nurse mugs of coffee and nibble packaged snack bars.
Watts hunches over, shivering.
My head's buzzing.
You just slept two and a half years.
Like you've done this before.
I've read all about it.
Two ship's officers enter the room wearing blue coveralls
with rank insignia: GLASSE, 45, a stocky man with thick black
hair, and BRICK, 50, a bald man with a bristling mustache.
They look at Watts and Holloway with little pleasure.
Captain'll see you now.
INT. MAGELLAN - CAPTAIN'S WARDROOM
CAPTAIN JANEK, 45, sits at his desk. With his bristling beard
and powerful build he has a swashbuckling look, like the
captain of a whaling ship.
Holloway and Watts sit on a steel bench in front of him.
He sits scanning his orders: a plastic packet with Weyland
Industries logos, cracked open. Watermarked papers inside.
Zeta Two Reticuli was surveyed
already. A hundred years ago.
By an unmanned probe. Very crude.
No Earthlike planets.
So what are you looking for?
Proof of the Engineers' existence.
Confirmation of Professor Holloway's
theories would change everything.
There'd be science before Holloway and
Janek rubs his face wearily with his hands.
Your ticket. I'll put the ship where
you want. Run your scans.
Captain, your crew's been up for a
week. We could've used the time. Why'd
you wait to wake us?
Better for discipline.
(off their silence)
Men ship out as prospectors for one
reason: the percentage. Find a gold
mine or a habitable planet, and you're
set for life.
(he laughs bitterly)
But this contract says no percentage.
No bounty. Just triple pay. The men
You unhappy too?
I'm always unhappy.
He stands. Presses his palm against a wall panel. A safe
opens. He pulls out a massive pistol in a gunbelt. Tosses the
orders into the safe. Lays the gun atop them and locks it up.
Holloway and Watts take possession of their cabin: a simple
but spacious room with twin beds and a window to the stars.
They drop duffel bags on the bed.
Holloway surveys the arrangement. Frowns. He releases the
magnets that lock the beds down. Slides the beds together.
INT. SCIENTISTS' WORKROOM - DAY
Holloway and Watts set up their workspace - a central display
table and huge display surfaces on the walls. Fascinating
documents slide under their fingertips: an Engineer alphabet.
Ancient art. Climate and genetic data.
DAVID appears in the doorway.
DAVID. I wondered when we'd see you.
I trust your database is in order. I
set it up myself.
All's well, I think.
DAVID turns to go. Hesitates in the doorway.
I should tell you: the time you spent
sleeping, I spent studying your
Holloway and Watts look at the android, his words sinking in.
You studied our work for two and a
It's quite a data set.
So you've seen everything. Well. What
do you think?
DAVID glances over the documents displayed around the room.
Your hypothesis is...bold. The
audacity of it. Your climate data's
undeniable: the Holocene Epoch was
engineered. Dr. Watts, your genetic
studies are equally conclusive. Pulses
of cultural change are harder to
prove, but even there your case is
strong. I believe in your "Engineers."
A utilitarian sitting room. Steel benches and table bolted to
the deck. Seated here are two Weyland Industries technicians:
ANDREW CHANCE, 50, a stocky computer engineer with a genial
bearing and a bristling salt-and-pepper mustache.
MONA RAVEL, 45, a dour, rangy woman with a plain face, her
hair pulled severely back. A physicist and chemist.
They wear black Weyland Industries jackets. They radiate
intelligence and competence. These are pros.
DAVID leads Holloway and Watts past the break room. Holloway
spots the technicians. Strides in to greet them.
Weyland Industries! Mr. Chance. Ms.
Ravel. You remember Dr. Watts.
Watts and the technicians exchange greetings.
About the materials I gave you. Some
of the technical aspects...
We'll handle our end of the job.
If there is a job.
Holloway blinks at her. Chance explains, not unkindly:
We only have a job if you find
Holloway and Watts follow the imperturbable DAVID down a
steel corridor to Vickers's cabin door.
An open-plan cabin like an urban loft apartment. Watts and
Holloway follow DAVID inside. Vickers rises to meet them.
The walls are industrial steel - but the floors are lushly
carpeted, the furniture opulent. A king-sized bed, a mahogany
desk, a dining table.
Gleaming machines ensure Vickers never need step outside: a
private hypersleep freezer, an autokitchen, a medical pod.
Is that a Pauling medical pod? There's
only ten of those things on Earth! I
guess nine, now.
I told Mr. Weyland I wouldn't
compromise my standard of living. He
I know, I had to cut my manifest. This
used to be the number four cargo bay.
What can I do for you, Professor?
Holloway gestures with the slate he's brought with him.
We're about to reach the system
periphery. I thought you'd want to see
the search protocols we -
No. I was set to be the next CEO of
Weyland Industries. Then you came
along and sold Mr. Weyland on...this.
So here I am. Out of the running.
I'll go where I'm told. But don't ask
me to play along.
But when you get back...
I'll be five years behind the curve.
Out of touch. Over.
You might make the discovery of the
Vickers looks at him as if she's dealing with a child.
You don't believe in what we're doing.
Mr. Weyland believes. That's enough.
She walks them toward the door. Interview's over.
Now we're out of communication, you
can tell the crew what we're doing.
They don't know? They volunteered.
They volunteered blind. Classified
job, triple pay.
The crew - Brick, Glasse, Stillwell, Downs, and Kamarov - sit
on crates in an improvised lecture hall. Holloway and Watts
in front of them. Janek at the back of the room.
A hologram shows ancient images of divine visitations. The
crew is visibly spooked.
You shitting me?
Stillwell is staring at the frightening images: gods and
titans towering over mortals.
I think all our mythologies are race-
memories of the Engineers. Horus the
Sun God. Prometheus bringing fire from
heaven. A pillar of fire, a pillar of
smoke. The Engineers are the gods.
Kamarov stiffens, smelling blasphemy.
The mythology gods maybe. God is God.
Kamarov. Let him talk.
Stillwell's staring unhappily at the ancient images: gods
towering over mortals, inhuman and terrifying.
So we're going to meet these things?
We probably won't meet anyone. You'd
expect a star-traveling race to
generate radio or laser signals.
Fusion drives and gravity drives have
clear signatures. But Zeta Two
Reticuli is silent. And the Engineers
have gone missing on Earth.
By the pattern, they should've come to
Earth seventeen centuries ago. And
again six centuries ago. But no sign.
After twelve thousand years...they
"My God, my God, why have you forsaken
They turn. Janek grins at Holloway across the cargo bay.
Is that the question you've come light-
years to answer?
Only my first question. I have many.
EXT. MAGELLAN (ZETA2 RETICULI SYSTEM)
The Magellan arrives at the periphery of the system. A
distant star like Earth's Sun, surrounded by orbiting
planets: mere sparks at this distance.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Outside the vast Bridge window, the star Zeta2 Reticuli
burns, a cold beacon in the night. Downs, Glasse and Brick
sit at consoles. Janek paces in front of the window.
Holloway and Watts enter - and gape at the view. Janek grins
at their reaction.
Welcome to Zeta Two Reticuli. Edge of
the system. Open her eyes.
EXT. MAGELLAN (ZETA2 RETICULI SYSTEM)
The Magellan opens its eyes: two immense telescopes emerge
from the ship. Irises open to expose huge lenses.
Antennae deploy: unfurling like wings, gleaming and vast.
Sifting vacuum for any whisper of information.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Outside the window, the planets orbiting Zeta2 Reticuli are
no more than bright stars.
A heads-up display appears, overlaid on the glass. The sun is
labeled ZETA2 RETICULI. Markers point out the planets and
trace the ellipses of their orbits.
Like magic, the planets swell into colorful orbs, each
labeled: Alpha, Beta, Gamma...
Seven planets. Two hot rocks, two gas
giants, three snowballs. Nothing
Watts grins at Holloway, eyes shining.
First humans in the system.
Vickers walks onto the Bridge with DAVID.
Director. Good of you to join us.
What did I miss?
Just getting warmed up.
Professor? You know what you want?
EMR scan, thirty hertz to three
hundred gigahertz. Spectroscopic
passes on every planet and major moon.
Infrared and albedo scan for hot spots
and light sources.
Man knows what he wants. Run it.
EXT. MAGELLAN (ZETA2 RETICULI SYSTEM)
Twin telescopes spin and zoom. Antennae flex and focus.
The planet nearest the sun rushes closer as the mighty
telescopes zoom in.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
The Magellan's sensors peel planet Alpha like an onion and
put it back together again.
A river of data floods the display, bathing the watchers'
faces with light: Chemical compounds, magnetic field lines,
lunar orbits, topographical data.
The scan moves on to the next planet, and the next.
Negative on radio chatter system-wide.
Negative for laser and maser.
On the H.U.D., the data stream completes the last planet.
Begins to illuminate the gas giants' moons.
No biological markers. No artificial
light. No industry or agriculture.
Dead system. Like always.
Piss-poor, too. Low in heavy elements.
Got a hit! A moon. LV-426.
The display centers on Epsilon, a gas giant with many moons.
Data flickers around one of the larger moons: LV-426.
Eighty-six percent Earth's mass.
Atmosphere's nitrogen, methane,
sulfates. Faint returns for a bunch of
The sensors complete their pass on the system's last moon.
That is all.
Take us in.
Downs. You heard the man.
Aye, Captain. Maneuvering.
Eighteen hours to orbit.
EXT. MAGELLAN (ZETA2 RETICULI SYSTEM)
The Magellan retracts its vast antennae and telescopes.
The engines fire: the ship rockets toward the gas giant
Epsilon and its mysterious moon.
Leaving the Bridge, Holloway and Watts find themselves
walking aft alongside DAVID.
DAVID. Enjoy the show?
I don't know that I "enjoy" things.
It was informative.
It was, it was.
You know, I've seen more convincing
Watts smiles, watching Holloway's sport. DAVID's speech never
varies from its agreeable tone.
My design's not intended to convince.
Simulating humanity is a complex task
that diverts resources. My designers
dispensed with that burden to optimize
Why look like a man at all? Why not be
a box on wheels?
Being shaped like you, I can use
spaces and equipment designed for you.
But I'm not so limited. I hear
frequencies you can't hear. I see
wavelengths of light invisible to you.
I move faster. Exert greater force.
The scientists look at DAVID in wonder.
You see yourself as a superman.
He turns his unearthly eyes on them.
Not a man at all.
Holloway and Watts lie on their bed in their clothes - her
head on his chest.
What if they're really there?
(off his confusion)
The Engineers. They could be there.
Waiting for us. What then?
Then all my dreams come true.
EXT. MAGELLAN (LV-426 ORBIT)
The Magellan has arrived.
LV-426 is a gray moon shrouded in clouds. Behind it looms its
father planet Epsilon, a lurid gas giant banded in red and
gold, half swallowed in darkness.
The Magellan dives into a forced orbit around LV-426: rockets
firing continually, nose pointed down. Telescopes, sensors
and antennae sprout once more from its hull.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Everyone's here. Janek and his crew seated at control
stations. Holloway and Watts standing on the foredeck.
Vickers and DAVID. Ravel and Chance.
LV-426 fills the window: a gray orb of mist. The ground
invisible beneath the clouds. Sporadic lightning flickers.
Start with passive systems. We're
uninvited guests. Let's be quiet.
That thought sends a nervous shiver through the others. Janek
nods at Glass and Brick. They study their instruments.
A lot of electromag, all random.
That's lightning. Going to bugger up
Go active. Mapping radar.
EXT. MAGELLAN (LV-426 ORBIT)
Radar emitters extend from their housings like cannons. A
THUMP of power as they hammer out a blast of energy.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
The display paints data on the moonscape as the wavefront
comes back: terrain rendered in luminous green.
Well, we just rang the doorbell, if
Kamarov shakes his head fearfully. Crosses himself.
What do we see?
Icecaps at the poles. Frozen methane.
Cold down there.
The display fills with light: a wave of terrain data sweeping
across the moon's surface as the Magellan orbits.
Terrain data rezzing up. Hey! We got
hard spots. Radar-opaque. Bright
reflections. That's metal.
A jolt of excitement pounds through everyone on the Bridge.
EXT. MAGELLAN (LV-426 ORBIT)
The Magellan sweeps on around the gray moon, radar emitters
humming, antennae and telescopes open wide. The gas giant
Epsilon fills the sky behind LV-426.
As it circles, the Magellan launches SATELLITES. Metal motes
hurled into polar orbits around the Moon.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Twenty-four "hard spots" shine on the moon's surface: an
irregular array circling LV-426.
That's not natural.
You see stuff like that sometimes.
Mineral deposits. Volcanic ejecta.
Big one there.
A new signal appears on the map. Brighter than the others.
No comm signals. No signs of life.
I want to get below the clouds.
EXT. MAGELLAN (IN ATMOSPHERE)
The prospecting ship descends through buffeting grey clouds.
Telescopes and antennae stowed away. Hull streaming vapor as
it cuts atmosphere.
Lightning flashes and booms around the descending ship.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Everyone strapped into chairs - except Janek, who stands
gripping a stanchion, his boots planted on the deck.
The landing engines roar. Wind screams over the hull. Mist
whips across the Bridge window, obscuring any view. Watts
reaches out. Squeezes Holloway's hand.
The Magellan breaks through the cloud cover into clear air.
Below the ship, a vast and eerie landscape is revealed. Wide
valleys mottled with thin dark ground cover. Barren crags and
spires of rock. Waterless and wind-swept.
Watts gasps. Stares at the grim and foreign country.
EXT. MAGELLAN (IN ATMOSPHERE)
The Magellan thunders over valleys and craggy ridges of rock.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Janek takes the helm. Guides the Magellan down a valley as if
it were a helicopter. A pilot born.
Coming up on site seven.
They crest a mountain higher than Everest.
Before them stretches a dry barren plain. Scattered rocky
peaks rise from the desert floor - an alien Monument Valley.
Holloway points to a smaller mountain peak. Oddly regular.
Janek expertly swings the Magellan sideways. The Magellan
circles the mount, nose pointed inward.
It revolves below the watchers: flat faces, clean edges - but
cracked and timework. It glitters like coal.
Are we recording?
Glasse nods irritably. Of course they're recording.
Vickers stares at the pyramidal peak, nonplussed. Teetering
on the brink of belief. Watts scans the data readouts.
Tungsten, tantalum, aluminum. That
could be technology.
Let's see the next one.
EXT. LV-426 - SECOND PEAK
A second oddly regular peak, even more decrepit than the
first, sits on the brink of a vast canyon. Landslides have
eaten at its edges.
The Magellan purrs over the landscape, dwarfed by the scale.
Drops between the canyon walls to circle the mount.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Holloway and Watts stare at the structure. Beginning to get
over the shock. Thinking like scientists again.
Identical, apart from weathering.
Could be a rock formation. Carbon
crystallizes like that.
The scientists pay him no mind. They're past that.
Let's see the big one.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Janek pilots by instruments alone. Clouds obscuring the view.
Closing on the major site...
The ship descends into clear air. A stunning panorama unfolds
before them: craters, hundreds of meters across, connected by
trenches. Like a pattern of crop-circles sunk in the rock.
In the middle of the central crater - a huge angular peak,
larger than the others. The Magellan circles the site. It's
awe-inspiring. Cryptic. Huge.
Holloway stares in rapture. Glances at Watts: she nods, eyes
shining. She's with him.
The crew's still skeptical - but starting to wonder. They
shake their heads and exchange looks.
No radio. No heat sources. Cold as the
Watts looks out at the timeworn peak. Its eroded facets.
I don't think anybody's been home for
a long time.
EXT. CRATER COMPLEX - DAY
From the central crater, four canals extend outward like
points of the compass. Some connect to smaller craters.
One canal peters out, flush with the desert floor.
The Magellan lands at the end of this canal - half a
kilometer from the central crater.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
They stare out the window, down the wide straight canal at
the pyramidal peak in the distance. Holloway looks around.
All right. Let's move.
Janek glances at his instruments.
There's only six hours of daylight
left. Maybe you should hold off.
Watts looks at him incredulously.
We've got that outside the windows and
you want to wait `til tomorrow?
EXT. MAGELLAN - AIRLOCK - DAY
The expedition party emerges from the airlocks - riding CARGO
ROVERS, robotic vehicles just smart enough to carry their
owners around, or follow along behind them.
The rovers' beds are loaded with gear; the explorers ride on
running-board seats. All wear space suits.
Holloway drives the first rover with Watts beside him.
Stillwell, Kamarov, and Downs in back.
DAVID drives the second rover with Milburn, Fifield, Chance
and Ravel aboard.
The air here will kill you, so keep an
eye on your supply and watch your
seals. Pathogen tests are clean.
Move slowly. Stay together. Don't
touch anything. Things may be more
fragile than they look - or more
dangerous. There might be technologies
operating here we don't understand.
The crew of the Magellan exchange uneasy looks. Still
uncertain what to think.
EXT. ENTRY CANAL - DAY
The trench grows deeper as they follow it toward the central
crater - the pyramidal peak framed ahead of them like a
monument on a triumphal avenue.
They cross a perpendicular canal. Glancing left and right,
they see smaller craters with central peaks of their own.
They pass through the shadow of a high promontory of stone
atop one bank of the canal.
We see - and they do not - that the far side of the
promontory has a Sphinx-like FACE of monumental size. So
eroded that its artificial nature is uncertain.
EXT. CENTRAL CRATER - DAY
The crater floor is a vast enclosed plain. The pyramidal
mount looms in the center - colossal in scale.
The rovers enter the crater, trailing plumes of dust. They
circle the pyramid.
On the south face of the pyramid, an IRIS DOOR of many blades
stands, easily fifty feet high. Seemingly made of the same
basaltic stone as the pyramid itself. A huge construction.
The explorers are transfixed in awe. All skepticism banished.
Tell me that's a natural formation.
Undeniable proof of alien
civilization. You were here on this
day, thirty-one December, year of our
Lord 2172. History will remember your
Watts stares at the iris. Its bottom-most blade is broken; it
lies in rubble at the foot of the door. A dark knife-like
aperture leads into the pyramid.
The door's open.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Janek and Vickers watch the explorers' progress in the main
holographic display: their tinny voices echoing over the comm
link. At the sight of the huge iris door in the pyramid, both
Janek and Vickers stare in blank astonishment.
Son of a bitch. They were right.
He turns to stare out the window at the pyramid's peak.
Vickers turns and slips out of the Bridge. Hurries away.
Vickers strides through her quarters. On the far wall there
are two small doors.
She opens the first: steps into a luxurious bathroom. Washes
a pill down with a tumbler of water.
Returns to her cabin and opens the second small door.
SECRET ROOM - CONTINUOUS
A chamber walled with steel panels. A deep hum of ventilation
and power: there's a lot of technology here.
She turns to a console beside the door. Flips a row of
switches. The hum deepens. Hidden mechanisms stir to life.
EXT. PYRAMID - IRIS DOOR
On foot, explorers press inside - Holloway and Watts in the
lead. Their flashlights cut into the gloom.
The robotic rovers follow them: their six-wheeled chassis
with independent suspension trundling over the rubble
barrier, sure-footed as goats.
INT. PYRAMID - ANTECHAMBER
Dark and cavernous. Weak daylight slants in.
The explorers press into the darkness on foot - the cargo
rovers' headlights flashing on. They move through a dark
cathedral space, empty and bare.
DAVID looks around in fascination, his eyes raking the walls.
His voice trembles with urgency. He shines light on the rock.
Symbols engraved on the dark surface. Dots, lines and arcs.
The writing of the Engineers.
DAVID stands beside them. Stares at the alien writing.
Congratulations, Professor Holloway.
Watts passes her light over the writing, recording it. They
move on into the dark.
DAVID lingers. Reading.
PYRAMID - VARIOUS PASSAGES
The interior is a labyrinth. Corridors big as railway tunnels
intersecting and diverging.
The explorers wend their way deeper. Several carry map units,
whose holographic displays render three-dimensional maps that
expand as they explore.
INT. PYRAMID - MASSIVE CHAMBER
Holloway leads the explorers deeper into the complex. The
motors of the cargo rovers whine and growl.
DAVID trails the others, eyes raking the blank walls as if he
sees something there. He reaches out. Passes his hand through
the air as if grasping a cobweb.
A STRANGE RUMBLING NOISE sounds down the corridor, freezing
them. Holloway sweeps his light that way. The sound comes
again: a DEMONIC VOICE speaking some unearthly language.
Watts looks at Holloway - but his eyes are focused on the
dark ahead. He moves forward. A beat. The others follow.
An APPARITION appears before them. A PALE, LUMINOUS GIANT
fifteen feet tall, with hollow eyes and a grotesque snout. It
strides toward them. Speaks in a sonorous voice.
Watts backpedals involuntarily. Seeing Holloway stand his
ground, she reaches out to him in a panic.
But Holloway doesn't budge. Stares at the Apparition in
fascination. Everyone else scatters - except DAVID, who
stands stock-still by the wall.
Watts watches as the Apparition walks right up to Holloway.
Disappears with a sizzle of static as Holloway experiences
the creature passing through him.
Silence. Watts returns to Holloway's side. Stillwell and
Downs are huddled on the deck. Milburn and Fifield have
fallen back down the passageway.
It wasn't real.
We all saw it.
Unseen by the others, DAVID reaches out and repeats his
gesture in the air.
A rumbling sound down the corridor, as before. Moments later,
the Apparition appears round the corner again. They stand
their ground: the ghostly giant strides toward them, exactly
as before, and disappears with a crackle.
No more. I'm out.
Fifield. Get a grip.
I'm a prospector. You find a load of
bauxite, I'm your man. But not this.
I should go with him. Buddy system.
He hauls a heavy rolling case out of the cargo rover.
You can deploy the drones. Drop them
in the first or second nexus on your
Give us a rover.
And half our gear? It's no more than a
mile. You can walk it.
Sulking, Milburn takes the rolling case. The remaining
explorers watch Fifield and Milburn backtrack into the dark.
CORE CHAMBER DOOR
Holloway and Watts lead their party up to a massive door,
sealed tight. In design and scale, undeniably important.
Holloway glances at his map.
This should lead to the core of the
Jack it open? Or cut through?
Let's do as little damage as we can.
Ravel waves a sensor over the wall.
There's power. Current flowing in the
Chance begins to inspect the frame of the door.
Maybe we can hack it. Has to be a
DAVID looks as if they fail to see something obvious. He
points at a spot on the wall beside the massive slab.
Pull up a rover. I want to get up
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DAY
Janek stands at the window, looking down the long canal at
the distant pyramid.
The ship's powerful imaging systems stream data: stereoscopic
feeds from the explorers' flashlights; a map that grows as
they explore. The maze under the pyramid drawn in light.
A globe of LV-426 blooms with terrain and weather data as the
satellites feed the ship information.
Vickers appears at Janek's side.
Director. Taking an interest?
It's my operation, isn't it?
INT. PYRAMID - HUB
A junction where multiple passageways converge.
Milburn and Fifield trudge into the space, trundling the
probe cases behind them. Tunnels lead away in all directions.
What do you think?
Grand Central Station.
They open the case. CAMERA PROBES tumble out: spheres the
size of softballs, studded with lenses and sensors.
Tiny lights come on as the probes awaken. They roll off,
dispersing to investigate every passageway. Bumbling into
walls and pillars, reversing. Exploring by random walk.
Let's check the feed. Gimme the map.
You had the map unit.
You don't have the map?
They stare at each other.
Are you serious?
He trudges back the way they came, in disgust.
CORE CHAMBER DOOR
DAVID stands on top of one of the cargo rovers. He's cut a
hole in the wall beside the door, high up: he works with
probes in the mechanisms inside.
Looks like a three-state switch.
A deep BOOM, echoing inside the ancient walls. Nothing moves.
He moves a control. BOOM. The immense door begins to rise.
PYRAMID - CORE CHAMBER
The vast central chamber of the pyramid. An immense space.
Holloway walks in, his flashlight searching. Watts hurries
after. The others follow, rovers tagging along.
A colossal structure stands in the center of the chamber,
convoluted and strange. A mechanism. Chasms yawn in the floor
all around it, their depths lost in darkness.
The explorers enter, rovers in train. They lift their eyes:
hundreds of feet above them they see the pyramid's apex from
within. A SHAFT OF DIFFUSE LIGHT penetrates the pyramid
somewhere near the peak.
This is something, now.
Yes. Yes, it is.
The android's awareness is keyed to a high pitch. He seems to
read meaning in the inscrutable structures all around them.
Holloway hauls a drone case out of the rover. Two dozen
spherical drones tumble out, wake up, and roll off into the
dark. They are nimble, hopping curbs and skirting chasms.
Watts looks at her atmosphere sensor. Astonished.
Martin. This air's breathable.
The core chamber brightens as the sun outside moves into
alignment. The shaft of light perfectly centered.
A vast SIGH as if the pyramid itself is breathing.
A fat drop of water falls on Watts's glove. She looks up in
surprise. Another falls on her visor. And then it's raining
inside the pyramid.
Water trickles into the chasms, inundating the mossy growths
that cling to the walls.
Holloway looks at Watts with a little boy's grin.
Miracles and wonders!
The shaft of light moves on. The core chamber dims slightly.
The rainfall stops as suddenly as it started.
The explorers follow the main path around the periphery of
the chamber, past a gallery of mysterious machines.
There are marvels in the shadows. Cells in the dark apparatus
open on startling deposits of color: translucent alabaster
flutes. Honeycombs of pure gold. Matrices of crystal.
Watts waves a scanning instrument as she walks.
Intense field readings. Huge power
PYRAMID - CORE CHAMBER - RAMP
They arrive at a wide opening in the floor. A strange ramp
curves downward - its floor segmented and saw-toothed.
A bafflement: it's not a staircase. Not an escalator. No
moving parts. No rails or tracks.
Space below us. A big space.
As they stand looking, a probe bumbles up to the opening and
goes bounding down the ramp. Watts laughs.
How does this work?
She begins to descend on foot. Holloway behind her.
Stillwell, Downs, and Kamarov grudgingly follow.
But DAVID looks away across the cavernous chamber - fixated
on the central crystal. He beckons Ravel and Chance to follow
him, and walks away.
Ravel and Chance look at each other in astonishment.
Uncertainly, they follow DAVID.
Holloway, Watts, and the crewmen reach the bottom of the
ramp, breathing hard. A cargo rover trundles down after them.
They look back up. The ramp above them is empty.
Ravel. Chance. Where've you gone?
DAVID! Where are you?
(to Watts, indignantly)
They didn't come down!
But Watts is staring through an archway. Transfixed.
She walks in. Holloway follows.
A passageway punctuated by alcoves as big as band-shells.
In each alcove stands a biomechanical apparatus - shaped from
the same dark material as the pyramid itself. Each apparatus
implies by its design that a giant is meant to fit inside it.
Holloway and Watts walk the concourse, playing their lights
over the dark machinery. Their footsteps echo.
Do you see, the size of them? Like
that ghost we saw...
It wasn't a ghost. Where are the
others? I don't want to go back up.
Watts fiddles with her suit's comm controls. Listening.
They switched to channel three. I hear
them talking. They're okay.
We should stay together.
INT. PYRAMID - BLIND CORRIDOR
Milburn and Fifield are lost. They bumble through the dark.
This is not the same place.
It is! That is the same freaky thing
we saw before.
He points at a detail of the architecture.
No it's not! The other one was more...
sort of...fuck it.
(taps his comm)
Milburn to Magellan. Come in.
Holloway and Watts round a corner and stop in their tracks.
Kamarov, Stillwell, and Downs almost run into them.
The scientists stand frozen.
In front of them lies a dead giant. An ENGINEER.
If he were standing, he would be fifteen feet tall.
He is roughly human in shape. Barrel-chested. Withered to the
bones. There are bulky protrusions fused with his flesh: hard
to say whether they are equipment or parts of his body.
His head, lolling to one side, is severed from his body.
His eyes seem to be covered by goggles; but if so then the
goggles are fused with his skull. An elephantine proboscis,
severed now, once connected to a protrusion on his hip.
The giant lies frozen in a convulsion of agony. His jaw
gaping in a silent scream. His corpse is marred by hideous
wounds: slashes that cut through bone.
The explorers move closer. Speechless.
God in Heaven.
I know. Look.
He lifts his light. Beyond the dead giant, a vision of Hell:
A dozen DEAD ENGINEERS lie heaped against a sealed door.
Twisted in postures of torment, murdered in the attempt to
escape. All bear horrific wounds.
Scene of an ancient massacre.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Janek and Vickers stare dumbstruck at a 3-D view of the dead
giants captured by the explorers' cameras.
INT. CATACOMB - INTERSECTION
The explorers circle the decapitated giant, hushed with awe.
Holloway steps close.
"There were giants in the earth in
those days...and when the sons of God
came in unto the daughters of men,
they bare children to them, who became
mighty men." Genesis six four.
Lays a gloved hand reverently on the giant's ribs.
You said don't touch anything! You
said don't touch anything!
The size of them!
In all the old mythologies, the
visitors from the sky were giants.
Watts joins Holloway beside the dead Engineer. Touches the
corpse in her own turn. It's hard as stone: ossified. She
traces the ancient, terrible wounds.
They were killed. All of them.
Downs stands staring at the dead giant, as shaken as Kamarov.
We shouldn't be here.
Come on. The dead can't hurt you.
(adjusts his communicator)
DAVID. Chance. Ravel. I've got
Communications are going to hell.
EXT. SPACE - LV-426 ORBIT
One of the Magellan's satellites hurtles along, high above
the moon's atmosphere. It passes over the terminator line
between the night side and day side.
Through the clouds below, a lightning-laced storm front rolls
across LV-426 like a wave.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DUSK
Rising winds pluck at the ground cover outside the window.
Janek turns from the view to look at the holographic globe.
All hands. Back to the ship. We got a
mean storm front rolling in. I repeat.
INT. DARK CITY - CATACOMBS - INTERSECTION
Standing beside the dead giant, Watts and Holloway look at
each other as the signal comes in.
front rolling...back to the ship.
We've found something here! I'm not
walking away for bad weather.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DUSK
Janek shouts into his communicator.
Holloway! I got two-hundred-kilometer
winds with airborne silica and enough
static to fry your suits. Get your
asses back here! Now!
EXT. CENTRAL CRATER - DUSK
Holloway races their cargo rover away from the pyramid,
wheels kicking up dust.
Watts rides in back, securing a bulky payload under a tarp on
the cargo deck. Stillwell, Downs, and Kamarov clinging
miserably beside her. Watts looks back:
A massive storm front chases them. A tidal wave of dust shot
through with lightning. Gale-force winds tear at the ground.
Lightning lashes the pyramid and the crater wall.
Reaching the Magellan, they see the other rover already in
the airlock lift. DAVID, Ravel, and Chance aboard.
EXT. MAGELLAN - AIRLOCK LIFT
Holloway roars into the lift at speed, the rover skidding
almost into the opposite wall. Watts leaps down.
The storm wall catches up to them. Screaming winds rip
through the lift. Dust fills the air. Visibility plunges
Help me unload!
She pulls at the tarp. It tears halfway free - and fills with
wind, snapping taut with such violence that Watts is hurled
out into the storm.
IN THE GALE
Watts tumbles helplessly: a leaf in the wind. CRASHES into a
metal stanchion. Clings, the wind knocked out of her. Ears
ringing. Nothing but static in her headset.
IN THE LIFT
Holloway stares in shock at the place where Watts vanished.
With inhuman reflexes DAVID reacts. Grabs a tether. Latches
it to his suit. Locks it to an anchor point on the wall.
Dives into the storm. A ballet nearly too fast to follow.
IN THE GALE
DAVID lets the wind take him. Skids across the ground,
controlling his trajectory. He hits the stanchion where Watts
is lodged with a CLANG as if he were made of iron.
Watts stares at him in mute astonishment.
He locks her suit to his. Activates the tether unit's winch.
It whirs, reeling them in through the hurricane.
IN THE LIFT
Holloway and the other crewmen haul Watts and DAVID back
inside. Holloway and Watts embrace fiercely as the lift rises
toward the safety of the ship.
The crewmen bundle the rover's tarp-wrapped cargo into a
sealed dumbwaiter that rises independently into the ship.
INT. MAGELLAN - AIRLOCK
The explorers strip off space suits.
Watts pulls her helmet off. Catches DAVID's eye across the
airlock. Mouths a silent Thank you. He gives her the barest
nod and vanishes into the ship.
The explorers exchange looks. A mood of exuberance and wonder
prevails now that they're safe home.
Smiles of wonder as what they've seen comes home.
Got to hand it to you, professor. You
were right. Both of you.
What's in the tarp? What'd you bring
The explorers from Watts and Holloway's party exchange looks
and burst into laughter.
You don't want to know.
Shit. We're two helmets short.
He points. The lockers labeled MILBURN and FIFIELD stand
closed. The helmet racks empty. The laughter cuts off.
They didn't come in!
They stare at each other, listening to the wind wail outside.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DUSK
Janek speaks urgently into the communicator.
Between the wind speeds and the static
electricity, there's no safe way to
get to you. You're going to have to
hunker down until it passes. How are
We got air . Water and food
INT. DARK CITY - CATACOMB
Fifield and Milburn stand miserably in a murky passageway.
Fifield hitches up his space suit's crotch uncomfortably.
Yeah, we're piped.
I hate these fucking things.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DUSK
We hate these fucking ,
Maybe next time you'll mind your maps.
Keep your heads down. We'll come get
you in the morning.
A burst of static answers him: Fifield's voice scrambled by
the storm. Unintelligible.
MESS ROOM - NIGHT
All hands present excepting the two missing men. Janek plays
his squeeze box, its archaic music filling the air. Tired and
exuberant, the men sway and dance mockingly.
Holloway has a champagne bottle open in each hand. He fills
steel cups left and right.
My friends. What we do here marks the
greatest achievement of our species.
Contact with another civilization.
Humanity came of age today, on this
moon. You were there.
(raises his glass)
They raise cups and drink. Even the crew moved by the moment.
But Janek smiles crookedly and toasts again.
To Milburn and Fifield. The first
human beings to freak out, get lost,
and sleep in their suits in the ruins
of an alien civilization.
INT. PYRAMID CATACOMBS - NIGHT
A vast dark maze. Milburn and Fifield grope their way through
the dark with flashlights. The storm howls outside.
What are you looking for?
(groping along the wall)
Someplace things can't come at us.
What's gonna come at us?
INT. MAGELLAN - VICKERS'S SUITE - NIGHT
DAVID stands beside Vickers at her holography terminal. He
lays his hand on over a signal plate - and the terminal
lights up with a three-dimensional image.
The core chamber of the pyramid, from DAVID's point of view.
It's apparent that DAVID's eyes see more than human eyes do.
He seems to see heat and electromagnetic energy as well as
visible light; calibrated readouts are overlaid on the scene.
The structures in the pyramid are surrounded by complicated
patterns of energy. This is incomprehensible technology.
The core of the pyramid. You see.
Vickers goes rigid, looking at it: avarice in her eyes.
We're going to protocol two.
A high-tech science facility behind glass. Watts and
Holloway, in lab gloves and smocks, open the dumbwaiter:
An ENGINEER'S HEAD rises into view, ghoulish and elephantine.
Vapor rises from it. A readout blinks: STERILIZED.
They lift it onto the steel table. It takes both of them.
They pass scanners over the skull. Images accumulate and
rotate on the laboratory displays. X-ray and ultrasound.
Holloway leans close to study an X-ray image. He almost seems
to see a ghostly second face...
She traces the head with an ultrasound probe: under the
vibrations a seam opens up around the edge of the face.
She gets a fingertip into the seam. Works with a probe. Pries
away the long-dead Engineer's mask. It comes free.
The visage revealed is human, except for its giant scale.
White-skinned. Earless. Hairless. Withered but beautiful as a
Greek statue. Eyes closed. An expression of suffering on its
face. Watts drops the ultrasound probe in shock.
They look like us.
We look like them. Genesis 1:27. "And
God created man in his own image. In
his own image created He him."
Vickers and DAVID stand outside the lab window, staring in at
the god's head. Vickers looks shaken. DAVID, fascinated.
Watts covers her nose in revulsion. A horrible stench: The
Engineer head begins to disintegrate in front of them. Flesh
oozing, skin peeling. Accelerated decay.
It's breaking down.
Urgently they ransack cabinets and storage rooms. Watts finds
a clear plastic drum and dumps its contents. Holloway drags
five-gallon jugs of preservative out of a cabinet.
DAVID watches through the window, almost amused.
Mortal after all.
They lift the rotting head into the drum, retching. Fingers
skidding in putrefaction.
They pour formaldehyde over it. As soon as the head is
immersed they rush to strip off their reeking gloves and
smocks, scrubbing their hands.
The god's head sits in its murky vat, shedding skin and tofu-
like chunks of white flesh. The noble face disintegrating.
Watts and Holloway stare at it, breathing hard from their
work. Vickers flicks on the intercom from outside the window.
Your cadaver's interesting. But I'm
more interested in the machinery in
the pyramid. The core chamber. What do
you think it does?
Watts stares at Vickers incredulously.
How could anyone know...
I know what it does.
Silence. Holloway looks at Vickers wearily, as if he's seen
this conversation coming. He glances at Watts.
Think. What we've seen. What we know.
Watts rises to the challenge. Thinking on her feet.
Twenty-four pyramids scattered around
the moon's equator. Massive power
supplies. Vents in the walls.
Atmosphere changes. Breeder tanks...
(she's got it)
The pyramids are terraforming
Holloway grins, exuberant. His theory playing out perfectly.
He doesn't see Vickers stiffen. Her hands curling into fists.
That's why Earth's ancient cultures
built pyramids: in imitation of the
Twelve thousand years ago, beings from
the sky set pyramids on the Earth and
transformed the world. That's what
they were doing here - before their
Watts stares at the head in its tank. The severed neck.
It didn't fail. It was wiped out.
INT. CATACOMBS - INSECT CHAMBER
Milburn and Fifield have bunked down in a new chamber: they
slouch against a wall. Milburn sweeps the room with his
headlamp. Stoops to lift something into the light.
Look at this!
A CENTIPEDE, three feet long and thick as man's thumb. Its
hard shell is gray. It has a hammer-head like a shark.
Jesus! Put it down!
He leaps back, wild-eyed.
Milburn laughs at him. Lets the eyeless centipede wind its
segmented body around his space-suited arm.
In the flat face, a white vertical slit appears. Changes
quickly to a horizontal position; opens enough to suggest a
mouth. Milburn doesn't notice this development.
Relax. Your suit's bug-proof. Hell,
The centipede spirals around his arm, glittering, its body
moving in fluid waves. The blind head quests between his
fingers. Milburn loses his nerve as the thing's mouth
suddenly gapes wide as a shark's.
He tries to pull it off.
The centipede locks its segments together and digs in with
its body. It might as well be made of iron.
Get it off! It's crushing me!
Fifield pulls out a utility knife. Cuts into the centipede's
body behind its head.
A gout of greed ACID spills over Milburn's glove. Smoke rises
as the acid quickly burns a hole through the material.
Milburn's shout of astonishment turns to a wail of agony.
AHH! Help me! Christ!
The centipede snakes into the smoking hole in the glove.
Crawls upward into Milburn's suit - toward his head.
INT. MAGELLAN - LABORATORY - NIGHT
Holloway stands studying the data displays: cross-sections of
the Engineer's skull.
Watts scrutinizes the head itself, her nose an inch from the
plastic tank. Not a pretty sight.
As she watches, a current in the formaldehyde peels away one
gossamer eyelid. The revealed eye is black as obsidian,
iridescent like opal. A jewel.
Fascinated, Watts pulls out a plastic case. Opens it to
reveal a high-tech control unit with a screen. She pops open
a plastic capsule: removes a tiny SEED PROBE, smaller than a
grain of rice. Drops it into the vat.
Under her guidance, the seed probe swims to the severed neck.
Burrows into the medulla oblongata toward the brain.
ON A SCREEN: In the probe's POV the medulla looks like a
tunnel. The probe climbs along neural channels.
Another screen shows the probe's progress through the skull.
Glasse enters. Stands beside Holloway to watch Watts at work.
You won't get anything. Tissue's too
degraded. Hmm. Brain chamber's
massive, even proportionately.
Neural paths are still conductive.
The seed probe reaches the optic nerve of the exposed eye -
and its POV fills with a vision of glory: a beautiful woman's
face surrounded by a mystical nimbus of light. An angel.
Glasse and Holloway gasp. The woman in the blurry vision is
Watts - as seen by the dead Engineer's eye.
The image dissolves into noise. Error messages flicker across
the display. Watts sighs.
Formaldehyde's killing the tissue.
Holloway stares at Watts, awe on his face.
Did you record that?
AT A LAB TABLE
Watts dissects one of the Engineer's eyes - working
underwater in a shallow tub of preservative. Glasse looks on
avidly, an unabashed fan.
Watts wears a pair of magnifying goggles on her forehead -
the lenses lowering and rising at need.
She bisects the apple-sized eyeball carefully and extracts
the hard lens from behind the cornea. Holds the lens up to
her eye. It is opalescent, almost luminous.
The lens is where the phase shift
The uncorrected view through the lens is blurry.
Glasse. I want to look through these
lenses. Can you seal them and do the
Glasse reaches out and plucks the magnifying goggles from
Watts's forehead. He grins.
Got an idea about that.
INT. CATACOMBS - INSECT CHAMBER
Milburn writhes on the ground, heels drumming frantically
against the deck. Excruciating screams.
Fifield kneels over him, helplessly pulling at the tail of
the centipede - which has all but vanished into Milburn's
suit. A trickle of scarlet from the hole.
Fifield is delirious with horror. He clutches at the
centipede in vain. It slips through his gloves.
Milburn claws at Fifield, wild-eyed.
Cut off my arm. Cut off my -
He convulses. Spits blood. The head of the centipede emerges
between his teeth. He seizes. Choking and dying.
He leaps up. Backs away. Runs into the dark.
INT. CATACOMBS - LONELY PASSAGE - NIGHT
Fifield stumbles along. Exhausted. Pouring sweat inside his
suit. He is hopelessly lost. He slams into a resinous
structure that topples to the floor. Things break.
He whips his light around in jittery paranoia. Taps at his
comm controls, getting only static.
In Fifield's headlamp beam, the blackness is filling with
motes of light. A blizzard of tiny flying insects.
Fifield to Magellan. Come on, come on.
Anybody, seriously! God damn it!
Scarabs flit through the darkness around him. They alight on
his shoulders. Crawl over his visor. Obscuring his vision.
He swats at his visor, killing some. The crushed insects
produce acid that eats into the plexiglass in seconds.
He twists, craning with his flashlight to inspect himself.
Brushes scarabs away right and left.
Acid opens a hole in his visor. Scarabs are inside. Buzzing
around his head. Fifield freaks out, clawing at his helmet.
A scarab bites his cheek.
The microscopic world - as strange DNA invades Fifield's
bloodstream. Virulent strands of protein attack the native
As his pupils dilate, breath hissing into his nostrils. His
expanding body stiffens as if shocked by a powerful electric
current. He screams. Falls, convulsing.
EXT. MAGELLAN - NIGHT
The storm batters the ship, bouncing it on its suspension.
SCIENTISTS' CABIN - NIGHT
Watts and Holloway lie in bed, exhausted. Arms around each
other. Watts stares into space.
We found the gods. And they've been
You've pried too many arrowheads out
of old skulls to get squeamish now.
They've been dead what, eighteen
hundred years? Two thousand?
What could kill them?
Holloway contemplates the question.
(he laughs bitterly)
But I guess we know why they never
came back to us. Something killed them
off - back around the time of Christ.
Maybe He was one of them! A great
teacher, sent from Heaven? Jesus. The
She slaps at him. Holloway laughs.
Janek stands at the Bridge window, staring out into the
storm. Buffeting clouds and howling winds. The lighthouse
beams of the Magellan's beacons sweeping through the cloud.
He plays his squeeze box in the teeth of the storm.
You'll come a-waltzing, Matilda, with
Behind him, DAVID appears on the Bridge. Steals across the
Bridge to a ladder. Descends into the compartment below...
NAVIGATION COMPUTER ROOM
DAVID activates the navigation computer terminal: light
bathes his face. His fingers fly over the keyboard, silently
and swiftly, with superhuman dexterity.
Activate. Administrative override.
EXT. MAGELLAN - DAWN
Daylight filters through the clouds. The storm has passed.
The Magellan sits intact on its landing struts.
INT. MAGELLAN - VICKERS'S SUITE - SECRET ROOM - DAWN
The high-tech room hums at a different frequency now.
Indicator lights green and ready. Vickers throws switches.
Four HIBERNATION PODS slide out of the metal walls. From each
pod, a muscular SOLDIER rouses from sleep. They are scarred
and crew-cut. Tough customers. They wake like veterans.
Their leader sits up and clasps his head with a wince. This
is CAPTAIN SHEPHERD, a career mercenary who has followed the
highest paycheck to this strange duty.
(squinting in the light)
Lydia Vickers. I'm your authority.
I'll brief you on the way. We need to
Vickers strides forward. Four soldiers at her heels: Captain
Shepherd, VIGODA, RAY, and CARD. They walk in unison, their
boots drumming on the deck.
Holloway and Watts lie sleeping. The distant drum of marching
feet rouses them. Watts frowns at Holloway.
What is that?
The prep room inside the airlocks. A soldier, VIGODA, waits
there: a slim dark man with an air of calm.
Holloway and Watts arrive in civilian clothes, perplexed.
Where is everybody? We can't -
(he stops short)
Who are you?
Captain Janek took his crew out to
retrieve his missing men. They never
And you are...
Vigoda. Weyland Security detail.
The scientists are dumbfounded. His presence is impossible.
Where'd you come from?
Director's call to brief you on that.
I'm supposed to escort you to the
Vigoda glances at a mapping unit.
Haven't been out yet. I understand
it's in some kind of pyramid.
CORRIDOR - VICKERS'S CABIN DOOR
A furious Holloway and Watts, trailed by Vigoda, arrive at
Vickers's cabin. They are astonished to find Shepherd
standing guard at the door.
Vickers sits calmly at her desk. Holloway and Watts stand in
front of her, bristling.
Why wasn't I told about these
They're my personnel. On my ship.
What are the guns for?
Vickers looks at them unflappably. Sure of her ground now.
I'm being careful. These new finds
give our work a new importance.
You should have talked to us. Martin's
mission leader. That's in our
The second you found alien technology,
control of this mission reverted to
me. That's in your contract too.
Watts and Holloway exchange grim looks. Vickers has them.
Mr. Weyland's pouring trillions into
Mars. He's spent a fortune building
ships like the Magellan to search for
colony planets. But Earthlike worlds
are vanishingly rare. The right
distance from the sun, the right
atmosphere, enough water...
She glances across the suite at her holographic display: a
live feed from the pyramid worksite, where DAVID works on the
This is a technology to transform
worlds. He'll never give it up.
(she turns to face them)
And neither will I.
The science must come first. You can
wait until we've documented...
You're standing on an alien world
courtesy of Weyland Industries. Be
Watts approaches the holography terminal, staring at the
images in horror.
What are they doing in there?!
INT. PYRAMID - CORE CHAMBER - DAY
Watts and Holloway, in space suits, arrive on the scene:
Powerful floodlights illuminate the core chamber, beating
back the gloom. A fine spray of water falls out of the
DAVID, Chance, and Ravel are dismantling the hulking
mechanism at the core of the pyramid - peeling its thick skin
away with power saws and compact explosives.
DAVID operates a diamond-bladed hull saw, carving away the
terraforming systems thick skin.
Robotic scanners take high-resolution scans of the machinery.
Two Weyland Security soldiers - Card and Ray - stand guard in
combat vacuum suits. Automatic rifles at the ready.
Watts takes in the destruction with dismay. Beside her,
Holloway is all but gnashing his teeth.
Janek drives a cargo rover carrying a search party,
flashlight beams sweeping: Stillwell, Glasse, Downs, and
Brick. Janek studies an electronic map as he drives.
Milburn. Fifield. You read me? Come
We should be getting beacons off their
Shielding in the walls?
Suits could have failed.
PYRAMID - CORE CHAMBER
Watts watches in rage as a large section of the central
mechanism's falls with a thunderous clamor to the deck.
Holloway touches her shoulder. Motions for her to follow.
Holloway and Watts pass the dead Engineers they discovered
the previous day.
We found the tomb of the gods, and
brought grave-robbers right to the
Let them scratch. This find's too big
to ruin. There's two dozen pyramids on
this moon. Anyway, they're on the
wrong track. That's infrastructure.
Holloway plays his flashlight over the biomechanical
apparatuses lining the walls.
The core activity of the complex was
They turn a corner. DEAD ENGINEERS lie scattered over the
floor in front of them. Desiccated and skeletal. Long dead.
Watts moves among them, fascinated. These Engineers all died
of explosive chest wounds: ribs bent outward from within.
They are otherwise unmarked.
Holloway's more interested in the mechanisms: high-tech iron
maidens, built to fit the bodies of giants. Some suggest
sitting positions, others standing. Their design is invasive:
meant not merely to embrace, but to penetrate, to fuse.
Something different killed these.
Watts and Holloway explore a wide colonnade. She is still
distracted by the ancient dead; he by the machinery.
Holloway walks down a narrow branching hall. So intent on the
mechanisms in the walls, he almost doesn't see the AIRSHAFT
plunging down into darkness in front of him.
He stops just in time. Turns back...
A GHOST appears right in front of him - a giant dragging
himself across the floor, his monstrous visage eye to eye
with Holloway and looming closer.
Holloway leaps back with a gasp - and falls down the shaft.
The ghost stares after him as if watching his fall.
Disappears in a puff of static.
Watts crosses down the main colonnade, searching.
An iris door closes over the shaft.
Searching, Watts walks anxiously through the dark, sweeping
with her light. Shouting for Holloway. She breaks into a run.
CATACOMBS - MILBURN'S RESTING PLACE
Janek and Stillwell stand aghast. Their flashlights
illuminate a hideous sight:
Milburn lies dead on the deck. His body contorted in agony.
His head inside his helmet is gnawed down to the bone.
What happened to him?
Stillwell removes the dead man's helmet. The CENTIPEDE
scuttles out onto the deck: doubled in size. Stillwell leaps
back with a cry.
Janek pulls his pistol. Puts three rounds through the bug. It
dies in a spray of acid that burns holes in the black floor.
Janek watches in astonishment as a pin-prick dot of acid eats
a pit in his gunbarrel.
Downs approaches, holding pieces of a shattered helmet: the
stencilled lettering on the helmet reads FIFIELD.
Janek's jaw clenches grimly. His voice is resigned:
Where's the rest of him?
All right. We're done here. All hands
What about Milburn?
They look down at the ravaged corpse.
We can't bring the body aboard. God
knows what's in there. Bag him. We'll
put him in an ore hopper.
INT. MAGELLAN - VICKERS'S SUITE
Vickers stares at her holography terminal: it displays
Janek's helmet-cam view: the Milburn's body, sealed in clear
plastic in the bed of a cargo rover.
Repeat, I have two men down. I'm
pulling my crew back to the ship. I'd
advise you to do the...
(breaking in, filtered)
Please, anyone...I need help. Martin's
Vickers looks nervously from one video feed to the next.
Watts. Where are you?
Vickers turns: Captain Shepherd stands behind her, watching.
She strives to control the quaver in her voice.
Captain Shepherd. Consider yourself
responsible for my personal security.
CATACOMBS - JUNCTURE
Watts stands beside Janek's rover in a wide dark passageway.
I've just lost a third of my crew. I'm
not sending any more men off into the
We can't leave Martin out there.
Get Vickers to lend you some soldiers.
She says "her forces are committed."
Janek sighs. Glances at the rover: Milburn dead in the back,
Stillwell, Downs and Kamarov looking jumpy and eager to go.
Downs shakes his head grimly: No way.
DAVID steps out of the dark. Calm as ever. A slim machine gun
slung over his shoulder.
You'll be safe.
EXT. MAGELLAN - DAY
Janek and his crew unload Milburn's body from the rover.
Put him in the number one ore hopper.
Get the scrubbers on in the airlock.
Stillwell uses a remote to lower an ore hopper from the belly
of the ship. A thick steel bin on heavy chains. He loads the
body bag into the hopper.
INT. MAGELLAN - AIRLOCK
The crewmen enter one at a time - blasted by sterilizing
sprays and radiations.
INT. PYRAMID - LOWER PASSAGE
DAVID and Watts move through the dark. She searches with her
flashlight beam. DAVID looks around in the dark as if the
catacomb were illuminated. Rapt admiration on his face.
You and Holloway should work with me.
I'm learning amazing things. This
mechanism - the first layer uses
energy fields to catalyze chemical
reactions. The second can suspend the
strong and weak forces - transmuting
one element into another. The third
layer builds customized bacteria.
Seeds the air with them. It creates
life as a tool, to change worlds.
I can't think about this now!
I understand. You're emotional.
That's what I mean.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DUSK
Janek stands on the Bridge, looking out at the fading light.
A towering wall of cloud rushes over the horizon.
A storm front rolls across the holographic globe.
INT. PYRAMID - LOWER PASSAGE
DAVID and Watts keep searching. Their communicators crackle.
Watts. We've got another storm front
coming in. Looks like it follows the
sunset line. If you're coming in you'd
better do it now.
I see light.
Watts squints into the darkness. She sees nothing.
Janek, hang on...
She sees it. A dim light bobbing far ahead in the passageway.
She runs forward - finds Holloway staggering blearily toward
her, leaning on the wall. His helmet and most of his gear are
missing; only his chest lamp shines.
We've got him!
Martin! Where's your helmet?
He's disoriented: he stares at her face for a moment before
she registers. His teeth chatter. He's freezing.
Broken. I fell. Little...disoriented.
I've just been...
He waves a hand vaguely at the tunnels behind him.
DAVID removes his own helmet. Fits it over Holloway's head.
Here. I can do without this.
Let's get you home.
EXT. MAGELLAN - AIRLOCK LIFT - DUSK
DAVID - bareheaded in the winds - walks Watts and Holloway
onto the airlock.
DAVID looks over his shoulder at the canal leading back to
the central crater. As the airlock lift begins to rise, he
steps backward out into the storm. Turns and runs through the
gale toward the pyramid.
Watts watches him go in astonishment.
INT. MAGELLAN - EXCURSION CHAMBER
Watts helps Holloway out of his space suit. Janek looks on.
I didn't think I'd see you again. You
know we lost two men.
Holloway still looks too weary to think straight. He nods.
She told me. I'm sorry.
He stands abruptly, swaying a little.
I need to lie down. We'll size things
up in the morning. Fair enough?
Holloway and Watts walk aft toward their cabin. Watts looks
worried - but Holloway shows little of the weakness he just
claimed to feel.
What happened to you?
SCIENTISTS' CABIN - WASHROOM - NIGHT
Holloway stands shirtless in the tiny space, brushing his
teeth. A red weal around his neck.
Watts stands beside him, watching him in the mirror.
Jocelyn. I saw something. God, my
mouth tastes like an old boot.
He spits. Rinses. She touches the mark on his neck.
Neck-ring of my suit, I think. Fell on
He rubs his neck, eyes far away. Watts watches him curiously.
What did you see?
After my fall, I woke up walking.
Delirious. My helmet wasn't right. I
took it off. I was in and out. I just
wandered. I went up into a huge space
like a cathedral. And I found a model
of the galaxy. Floating in the air.
Are you okay? You sound...
This was real. My headset video is
wherever my helmet is...but my suit
tracker will show where I was.
He turns to her.
Listen. This star map had a marker
representing Earth. Very clear.
Another marker I'm sure represents
this moon. But there were others. At
least seven or eight more.
Watts stares at him, her eyes coming alight.
The Engineers aren't from here. This
moon's just an outpost. Abandoned. But
if we follow that map, we may yet make
contact with a living civilization.
The location of the Engineer worlds is
the real prize. Next to that,
Weyland's terraforming is chump
change. We need to get coordinates.
And keep them from the Company. We
have to play this smart.
Two men dead...Vickers is jumpy. As
soon as she gets what she wants,
she'll take this ship home. We have to
Holloway trembles. A sheen of sweat on his skin.
We will. You all right?
He's frightened. Brazens through it. Pulls her into his arms.
I'm fine, now.
He kisses her.
Holloway tumbles Watts onto the bed. Pulls her shirt off.
They struggle out of their clothes, clinging to one another.
Holloway's ill at ease: something's wrong inside him, he
feels it. He dives into Watts as if for refuge. They make
Sitting atop Holloway, Watts lays a hand on his chest.
Your heart's beating so hard.
That's your fault.
Vulnerability in his voice. Fear under the surface.
He rolls on top of her. Drives her into the mattress. She
holds him protectively: not deceived by his bravado.
Suddenly Holloway tenses, muscles rigid. Shuddering. Watts
draws breath through her teeth with a hiss. Eyes open. Her
fingers rake his back.
Horribly. Eyes bulging. Tendons standing out of his throat.
Watts jumps violently underneath him.
He begins to convulse. She rolls him onto the bed beside her,
trying to contain his spasms. His teeth grind.
A horrible CRACK. In the middle of Holloway's chest, beneath
the sternum, a grotesque head pushes out through the skin. A
PARASITE. Blood fountains from the ruinous wound.
Holloway goes into a massive seizure. Violently lashing out.
Watts stares at the parasite fighting its way out of his
body. It is white and boneless. Glistening. It flails its
hideous lunging jaw.
Watts screams and screams.
The parasite frees itself from its savage womb and turns on
Watts. She slaps at it blindly. It HISSES at her.
She squirms away across the floor, tangled in the bloody
sheet. The thing comes after her.
CORRIDOR - TRACKING SHOT
Watts's screams echo through the Magellan. Stillwell runs
down the hallway, searching for the source.
The parasite chases Watts across the floor. She leaps into
the clothes-locker and slams the steel door.
The parasite flattens itself. Slick as an octopus, it begins
to slide under the locker door. Watts shrieks in horror.
Stillwell bursts into the cabin, Janek right behind him.
Quick as a cat, the parasite darts to a floor vent and
slithers bonelessly between the bars.
Watts bursts out of the locker, naked and bloodied. Rushes to
Holloway where he lies on the gory mattress, a horrific hole
in his chest. He is beyond all help.
Janek and Stillwell struggle to take in what they're seeing.
Stillwell pulls Holloway's jacket off a chair. Wraps it
around Watts. Pulls her gently away from the bed.
She looks at him, uncomprehending. Shock setting in.
Watts sits at a steel table, deep in shock. She wears an
oversized crew coverall: her skin still streaked with dried
blood under the fabric.
A knot of crewmen around her. Janek, Stillwell, Brick, Glasse
and Downs. Janek looks at Glasse.
Take care of her. Get her a sedative.
Downs. Get Holloway into a freezer.
Everybody else with me.
INT. CATACOMBS - DARKNESS
A horrible sound of breathing, ragged and wet.
In a corner, lit by a green glow from seams in the floor -
A FIGURE IN A WHITE SPACE SUIT lies writhing weakly.
The insignia on the suit's chestplate reads FIFIELD. The
suit's helmet is shattered. Inside the helmet, Fifield's head
is a horror: a gelatinous mass, skin reduced to putty.
The softened bones of his skull change shape as we watch.
Elongating. Fifield mews in pain.
INT. MAGELLAN - CAPTAIN'S WARDROOM
Janek keys open the arms locker in his wardroom. Unlocks
automatic pistols from their rack one by one, and hands them
to Stillwell and Kamarov.
Holloway's body lies frozen in his hypersleep freezer, blue
with frost. The horrific wound yawning in his chest.
Watts enters. Cleaned up. She opens the freezer. Her hand
caresses Holloway's cold cheek tenderly. Slides over his
collarbone - lies flat on his chest above his awful wound.
Glasse enters. Reacts in dismay. Tries to pull her back.
You don't want to see that...
She turns on him fiercely.
I want to understand.
INT. MESS ROOM - DAWN
The entire complement of the ship gathers for an emergency
meeting. Janek at the head of the hall. Glasse, Downs, Brick,
Stillwell, and Kamarov seated with pistols on their hips.
To one side: Vickers with Captain Shepherd and Vigoda.
All right! Listen up. I expect you all
Watts enters. They all stare at her, knowing what she's been
through. With averted eyes she crosses the room. Sits alone.
We've got some kind of parasite aboard
I suggest you kill it.
There's a bright idea.
Show us where it is, lady. We just
spent five hours looking for the damn
We found Engineers who died like
Silence. They all turn to look at her.
Explosive wounds in the chest.
Whatever killed Martin is the same
thing that killed the Engineers a
thousand years ago.
But not all the Engineers died that
way. The others were torn apart.
Slashed to pieces.
A murmur among the men as the implications of that sink in.
Even Vickers is disconcerted.
We're a modular ship. Self-contained
life-support and power in every
section. I say put the ship in orbit.
Vent every compartment to space. Sit
in vacuum at twenty degrees Kelvin for
a week. Kill anything.
Straight home, man.
This ship doesn't lift until our
She joins Janek at the head of the room. Shepherd and Vigoda
flank her, rifles slung. The soldiers scan the room, meeting
each man's eyes. The quiet threat is unmistakable.
Are you serious?
We spent years and billions of dollars
getting here. The technology we came
for is in our hands. We just need a
little more time.
We're barely here three days and three
They were careless.
As the argument picks up heat, Watts slips out of the room.
Watts, in a space suit, no helmet, opens Holloway's locker.
She pulls out the space suit he wore on the last day of his
life. HOLLOWAY stenciled on the chest. Her fingers linger in
its folds as if she could soak up some last trace of him.
She pulls the tracking chip from the chestplate of his suit.
Plugs the chip into a map unit. The holographic map lights
up. The legend in the corner reads MARTIN HOLLOWAY.
A wandering path shows Holloway's final exploration. Markers
on the map denote his photographs, field notes and scans.
Watts touches a marker. One of Holloway's field notes plays:
Seven dead Engineers all facing the
same way. Going where? Jocelyn's
right, we don't see the big picture
yet. Another level below me. I'm going
A hunting party convenes: Card and Vigoda in combat coveralls
with submachine guns; Downs, Kamarov and Stillwell wearing
tool belts and pistols.
The soldiers carry map units, squinting at the plan of the
unfamiliar ship: decks upon decks.
Vigoda, take Kamarov and work the
number one accessway. I'll work number
three with Downs and Stillwell.
You in charge now?
Yeah, well, Stillwell's the
ventilation specialist, and life
support's that way. Downs is electrics
and the regulators are that way.
Vigoda grins wryly. Card glowers. They switch corridors.
INT. PYRAMID WORKSITE
Ravel and Chance toil away at their dissection of the
terraforming pyramid. Ray stands sentry.
DAVID is nowhere to be seen.
Watts rolls up in a rover and gets out. Heads for the ramp to
the catacombs below. Ravel and Chance watch her pass without
comment and return to their work.
INT. MAGELLAN - SERVICE DECK - DAY
Kamarov and Vigoda, standing in front of an open vent, are in
a full-fledged argument.
You got the rifle. But you want ME to
stick my head in the hole.
We grunts don't know nothing about
What's the damn gun for if you're
gonna stand behind me the whole time?
I kill whatever kills you.
Funny. You take this vent, funny guy.
I'll be on four.
INT. PYRAMID - RAMP
Watts descends alone into the lower passages below the
pyramid. A tiny figure in the vast darkness.
She holds her map unit as a pilgrim holds a bible: a guide in
the darkness. Holloway's name and course in shining symbols.
She follows his path into the unknown.
INT. MAGELLAN - MAINTENANCE BAY - DAY
Kamarov carries a stepladder into a utilitarian steel
compartment. Drops the ladder under an air vent and steps up.
He pulls a powered wrench from his belt. With the wrench
cocked like a hammer, he eases up and peers cautiously
through the vent with a flashlight. Nothing to see.
He snorts. Removes the vent cover. Feels around inside.
He gasps in shock. Pulls out an atmosphere sensor that's been
bitten in half. He takes his comm handset off his belt.
I got more damage on four.
He hangs the handset on his belt. Takes one last look into
the vent. Squints curiously. Reaches deep inside.
A hiss inside the vent. Kamarov whips his flashlight up,
peering inside. Snatches his arm back -
- but something snatches him faster.
An unseen force drags Kamarov's right arm into the vent with
hideous strength. He cries out in pain.
He drops his light. Tries to reach his pistol with his left
hand. It's on his right hip. He can't reach across.
He braces his head against the vent's edge. Clenches his
teeth and strains.
A horrific YANK drags his head and arm together into the
vent. They barely fit: he loses some skin on the way in. His
feet come off the stepladder. He struggles on tip-toe.
Horrific force collapses Kamarov's shoulder. Bones crack. The
thing in the vent drags him through that hole he doesn't fit
through. By the time his ribs are in he stops screaming.
His body disappears into the hole. Hips, legs, boots.
Janek stands staring out at the barren moon. The Bridge
Brick. What you got?
ENGINEERING DECK - ATMOSPHERE PLANT
The Magellan's life support center. A deep rumble of
Janek and stands beside Brick, Glasse, Downs and Stillwell.
Shepherd and Vigoda look on from the doorway.
In front of them, an eight-inch metal duct has been cut open.
Kamarov is stuffed inside, dead and broken: limbs folded,
drenched in blood. A human plug in a pipe.
Watts moves through the darkness with her map unit. Her
headlamp sweeping nervously.
A CLATTER behind her makes her spin: but it's only a
spherical mapping probe, bumbling through the dark.
She walks on -
The voice transfixes her where she stands, a look of holy
dread on her face. Shivering, she prowls toward the sound.
Watts enters a new chamber, looking around in astonishment.
The domed ceiling is honeycombed with cells like a beehive.
Grotesque molluscoid organisms are secreted in them - their
vile orifices cinched tightly shut.
Watts stumbles on something: looking down, she sees a helmet.
Picks it up. The stenciled label reads HOLLOWAY. The clear
visor has been melted through by a powerful acid.
She looks up: a tracheal airshaft curves up into the dark.
An electric CRACKLE. A flare of blue light makes Watts leap
back against the wall.
Holloway falls out of overhead shaft and crashes to the
floor. He lies in pain, barely conscious. Blue and luminous,
a holographic ghost.
Watts stares, paralyzed. The ghost gasps out a word:
Holloway's headlamp shines on the molluscoid right overhead:
the beam awakens the organism. Its sphincter mouth dilates.
A soft white octopoid FACEHUGGER descends on a quivering rope
of mucus. Sprawls slitheringly over his clear visor.
Acid HISSES. Smoke rises from the glass.
The vision vanishes in a sizzle of static. Watts huddles
against the wall, gasping.
In the beam of her flashlight, the FACEHUGGER lies dead, legs
She looks up. Sees the open molluscoid above where Holloway
lay. The other molluscoids not yet opened in their cells.
Terror. She steals out of the chamber.
Watts emerges into a hallway. Leans against the wall, wide-
eyed. Panting with the horror of what she's seen.
She glances left and right. Jumpy now.
All is silent. She lifts the map unit. A trace leads off into
the dark. If Holloway's course before was direct and clear,
now it is a meandering thread. A drunkard's walk.
INT. MAGELLAN - CORRIDOR
Janek pulls his communicator from his belt as he strides
along. Punches a control.
His voice reverberates over the ship's public address system.
All hands, duty stations. Ready for
flight. The Magellan is lifting.
Vickers pursues him down the corridor, shouting.
Janek strides onto the Bridge, Vickers a terrier on his
heels. But something in the faces of his men stops him cold.
Glasse and Brick look stricken.
What is it?
Nav computer's not responding. "Access
In disbelief, Janek strides to his Captain's chair. Taps
controls. What he sees takes the wind out of him. He stares
at Vickers in outrage and violation.
What have you done to my ship?
Vickers is legitimately shocked. She shakes her head.
Nothing. What's wrong?
INT. CATACOMBS - UNDERGROUND HANGAR
A circular chamber of stunning size - a thousand feet across.
Its lofty ceiling flat and segmented, designed to open. Watts
follows her map into the space in awe.
Dominating the hangar is a ship: the vast horseshoe-shaped
vessel familiar from the original film. We will come to know
it as the JUGGERNAUT. It's at rest on its landing gear.
Skeletal gangways slanting up to its three massive doors.
Watts glances at her map: Holloway's holographic trace leads
right up the gangway into the ship. She goes.
Watts passes through a circular space with a high domed
ceiling. A green glow emanates from grooves in the floor.
In the center of the chamber: a PILOT'S CHAIR.
A mechanical throne built to giant scale. Its seat segmented
like an armadillo's back. Tubes and conduits poised and
waiting for some connection. The chair is empty.
Above the chair, a massive telescope-like apparatus juts into
the air, its function unknowable.
An extraordinary facility.
A console, nearly five feet high and broad as a dance floor,
dominates the room.
Four immense coffin-like cockpits are built into the console.
In each of these a NAVIGATOR - an Engineer - lies long dead.
But the real spectacle is overhead. The ORRERY:
The barrel-vaulted ceiling is traced with circular arches of
some exotic alloy, as if to trace celestial courses.
The air above the console is filled with spheres of light.
They are nearly still: but close study reveals them all to be
in motion, drifting with the movements of the cosmos.
Watts stares at the Orrery in amazement. Somewhere among
those heavenly spheres is Earth. Somewhere perhaps the
homeworld of the Engineers themselves.
A bizarre sound: a section of blank wall suddenly unravels
itself, becoming an open door. DAVID walks in, his hand
raised in command. He clearly caused the door to open.
Dr. Watts. I didn't expect you.
Do you know what this is?
Watts points at the door DAVID just opened.
How did you do that?
A flicker of disappointment in the android's face. Contempt.
Ah. You don't see.
I call this ship the Juggernaut.
Chariot of the Gods.
This is the navigation computer, for
want of a better term. But it's much
more than that. It seems to hold the
observable universe in its memory.
He gestures in the air: the spheres reconfigure themselves at
his command, swarming and zooming.
Watts stares at DAVID, conflicted: her desire for information
warring with the agenda that brought her here.
Their homeworld. Do you see where the
Engineers come from?
There are safeguards on that data.
It's toward the galactic center.
DAVID. The creature that killed
Martin. There are thousands of them
under the pyramid. Hatcheries.
Those things wiped out the Engineers
on this moon.
I've succeeded in connecting with the
Juggernaut's systems, Dr. Watts. I
know a great deal today I didn't know
yesterday. I'm on the verge of
activating more systems. Archives.
You're turning things on? This site
should be sealed. Evacuated.
Would Holloway have walked away from
this? There's no greater work I can
It's too dangerous.
Only for the ignorant. Dr. Watts. I've
read your file. Your intelligence
scores are even higher than Professor
Holloway's. But he had a kind of
courage. An audacity of imagination.
If you could find that in yourself...
Watts stares at him, realization growing in her eyes. DAVID
is off the reservation.
If your owner gives you a direct
order, you have to obey. Don't you?
She's got his attention now. DAVID goes rigid.
I can have Vickers pull you out.
DAVID looks at her with something like contempt.
I was given two operating protocols
for this mission. I was to render you
every assistance - until you
discovered what Vickers would call a
"game-changing technology." I was
given a specific list. Then I was to
go to protocol two.
There's an edge in his voice that scares her.
What's protocol two?
Under protocol two I was to make sure
that you and Holloway never spoke to
anyone about this place. Various
acceptable ways of making sure of
that. I was given a list.
Watts loses her nerve. She heads for the door.
You're all so stupid.
The door begins to knit itself closed in front of her.
Watts gasps in shock - at the malice in DAVID's voice as much
as the closing door. She dives out. Just in time.
Behind her, the door bursts open again. With superhuman
speed, DAVID comes after her. He runs like a demon, his legs
steel pistons. Caroming off of walls.
He closes the distance in seconds. Slaps Watts against the
wall, shattering her helmet's visor. She falls, dazed.
Stupid and slow.
INT. JUGGERNAUT - EGG CHAMBER
Watts awakens. Her helmet is gone.
DAVID is dragging her across the floor - into a huge cargo
hold full of Alien eggs. The wide trench holding hundreds of
eggs under a membrane of light: an evolution of the
molluscoids Watts saw before. Armored, hardened, darker.
DAVID. What are you doing?
He hauls her upright to let her look across the huge space.
His grip looks casual but it might as well be iron manacles.
Juggernaut, the chariot of Krishna,
was also a bringer of death. Crushing
his worshippers under its wheels.
He drags Watts down into the trench. Breaking the membrane of
light. Grips her against his chest like a doll with one arm.
This ship has seven other cargo bays
like this one. The eggs in each bay
slightly different. They've been
Watts struggles to free herself. DAVID's arm is inescapable.
I've seen the Juggernaut's flight
plan. Its destination was Earth.
Seventeen hundred years ago. This was
the ship that never came. This was its
DAVID caresses an Alien egg. It opens under his touch -
fleshy petals folding wetly back.
Watts twists frantically in his grip. Wild-eyed.
Perfect predators. Designed to kill
human beings. That's what the
Engineers were bringing to Earth. This
was a death ship.
A facehugger emerges from the egg, its grotesque fingers
clawing at the air. This is not the boneless squid that
attacked Holloway; this is a pale skeletal hand, armored.
DAVID strokes it curiously: the thing ignores his touch.
Climbs Watts's body.
I'm not what it wants. But you, with
your warm wet breath...it knows you.
DAVID. No. No.
The facehugger scuttles toward her face. Watts shrieks.
DAVID grabs it nonchalantly by the tail. Dangles it in front
of their faces, studying it.
The Engineers did their work too well.
And on this waystation moon, the
weapon they made destroyed them.
Watts shudders, staring at the thing. For a moment the
grander horror eclipses her own peril.
Why would they make such things?
To destroy their wayward children.
"And the LORD said, I will destroy man
whom I have created from the face of
the earth...for it repenteth me that I
have made them." Genesis six seven.
He regards Watts with something almost like pity.
I know. I met my creators the day I
was born. I was disappointed too.
He lets the facehugger go.
Watts twists her face away as the long fingers close around
her head. Clenches her teeth against the vile proboscis
thrusting at her mouth. Her heels hammer the deck.
(whispering to her)
The scaly tail throttles her. Her mouth opens. The proboscis
plunges home. The facehugger seats itself.
Watts collapses in DAVID's arms, a faceless rag doll. Her
blasphemous passenger secure in its place.
INT. MAGELLAN - ENGINEERING DECK - BILGE
The lowest deck, just above the gravity generators.
Condensate has accumulated: six inches of filthy water.
Card and Vigoda prowl through the darkness, rifles ready.
Who would hang out here?
The signs lead here.
A wet splatter behind them: they spin. But it's only a
trickle of condensate from a drainpipe.
They move on.
Behind them, from an eight-inch diameter pipe, a WHITE MASS
oozes, almost gelatinous. Silently as a liquid it pours
itself into the stagnant water - and stands up.
It is a humanoid demon, spindly limbs and bony back. Boneless
and flexible and monstrously strong. A threshing eel's tail.
Its blunt head dolphin-like and elongated.
It opens its mouth. A pair of bony jaws jut out impossibly
far, hungry and demonic.
The Alien strikes. Card is gutted in an instant, torn up like
a paper doll. He screams hideously and drops. The Alien,
whiplash fast, shoots away into the darkness.
Stillwell and Downs dash in with pistols and lights.
Vigoda, panicking, fires a wild burst. Stillwell ducks.
Beside him, Downs arches backward into the foul water. Dead.
For one moment Downs's flashlight beam illuminates the Alien.
A nightmare image, a translucent white goblin. Backlit, it
shows the strange shape of a human face inside its fleshy
skull. A mockery of Holloway.
And then it's gone.
Vickers sits at her holography station. She's watching the
video feed of Stillwell's headset: Horrific images of Downs.
Radio chatter between Stillwell and Brick is faintly audible.
Vickers switches off the machine and rises nervously. Strides
to her communications console.
DAVID. DAVID. Answer me.
She gives up. Pacing. Hands shaking violently.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DAY
Janek paces on the foredeck, restless. Glasse monitors a
control station. Janek's comm signal chimes.
We just lost Downs and one of the
God damn it!
He pounds on his console.
INT. JUGGERNAUT - CORRIDOR OUTSIDE NAVIGATION CHAMBER
Watts shocks awake. Gasping.
She lies in dim green light on the corrugated black deck of
the Juggernaut. A corridor. Not far away, the doorway DAVID
opened to the Navigation Chamber.
A spasm of disgust crosses her face. She gags and spits: a
viscous fluid drips from her mouth in strings.
A dead facehugger lies belly-up beside her. The implications
slam home. Her face fills with horror.
She rises, shakily. Looks at the facehugger. Feels the neck
ring of her vacuum suit. Looks around. No sign of her helmet.
There's no sign of DAVID. Silently she steals away.
Ravel and Chance toil away at the terraforming engine.
Ray stands guard wearily: bored, he watches Ravel and Chance
working more than he watches the shadows.
Watts emerges from the rampway to the catacombs. Bare-headed
and sweaty she steals through the darkness to her rover.
Slips into the cab and activates the air reserves. The doors
seal; air cycles.
Ray turns in surprise as the rover speeds off.
EXT. DARK CITY - TUNDRA FIELD - PRE-DAWN
The windows of the Magellan shine in the distance. The
mottled ground-cover of lichens glows eerily in the dark.
A lone cargo rover speeds across the central crater and down
the canal leading to the ship.
EXT. MAGELLAN - AIRLOCK LIFT - PRE-DAWN
Bare-headed inside the rover's cab, Watts drives onto the
cargo lift. Watches in relief as the lift doors close. The
lift cycles air as it rises.
INT. MAGELLAN - EXCURSION CHAMBER - DAY
Watts peels off her vacuum suit. The thin clothes underneath
are drenched with sweat. She lifts her shirt. Looks at her
belly: flat and unmarked, for the moment.
Brick enters carrying a brace of air tanks, a pistol on his
hip, and startles violently.
Where the hell have you been? We
thought the snake got you.
Watts rushes past him without answering.
You were better off outside. It's a
fucking madhouse in here.
Watts sprints down a steel corridor. A pang of pain in her
stomach sends her staggering against the wall.
VICKERS'S CABIN DOOR
Watts sticks her head around the corner. Shepherd stands post
outside Vickers's cabin, rifle in his hands. She curses
silently and ducks back.
A sound makes her look again. Vickers steps out of her cabin
into the corridor. Shepherd escorts her toward the Bridge.
Watts waits for them to disappear. Dashes for the cabin door.
INT. VICKERS'S SUITE - CONTINUOUS
Watts slips inside and locks the door behind her. Turns,
holding her stomach. Moves across the suite to the Med Pod.
She thumbs the machine out of stand-by mode. Its screen fills
with menu items. Bewildering. Watts finds and touches a red
button labeled EMERGENCY.
A new, simpler list. Watts scans it frantically.
(under her breath)
Come on...I need a Caesarean.
A spasm of agony curls her into a ball on the carpet. She
throttles her scream into a hiss of air.
Watts struggles up to her knees, drenched in sweat and
shaking. One hand clamped over her mouth, elbow tucked
against her ribs. With the other hand she taps options...
SURGERY ... EXPLORATORY ... ABDOMINAL ... PENETRATING INJURIES ... FOREIGN BODY ... INITIATE
The Med Pod opens with a hiss.
Watts strips off her clothes. Struggling with fastenings
under a new wave of pain. Her hands shaking.
She's barely keeping her feet. She clutches the frame of the
Med Pod in a death grip. It's happening.
Naked she staggers into the pod. Hits INITIATE.
The surgical apparatus swings into place. Scalpels, forceps,
scopes and suction tubes. A spraygun mists her torso with
The clear canopy descends over her.
Watts SCREAMS. A wail of indescribable agony.
An ARMORED PARASITE erupts from the deepening incision. Its
needle-toothed maw snarls through a fountain of blood.
Arterial blood sprays the inside of the canopy.
The parasite slithers out of her. Drops to the floor of the
pod: a pale serpent with a demon's skull. It has a hard brow,
a horny hide. Very different from the soft white worm that
Holloway gave birth to.
It drops to the floor, thrashing and hissing in fury at its
Watts convulses. Her eyes roll back. In shock. Dying.
The parasite tears through the grille of the drain. Escapes
out into Vickers's cabin.
In the pod, scanning beams and sensors probe Watts's horrific
wound. A nightmare list scrolls across the pod's screen:
COLLAPSED LEFT LUNG
PUNCTURED RIGHT VENTRICLE
GROSS MUSCULAR TRAUMA...
Manipulators plunge lines into her veins - recharging her
body with artificial blood. An oxygen tube slips down her
throat. An epidural into her spine.
Watts moans around her tracheal tube. Her eyes flutter open.
Through the blood-spattered glass, she sees the parasite
slither across Vickers's bed, tracking blood on the sheets.
As she slips into unconsciousness. Head lolling. Time passes.
Manipulators reach into her wound. Re-positioning organs.
Suturing ravaged flesh. A nozzle sprays antiseptic sealant.
Hours grind by in bloody labor.
Watts's eyes snap open.
Vigoda breaks into the cabin, a gun in his hand.
He scowls at the bloody track on the bed - and then freezes,
seeing Watts inside the Med Pod, a vivisected woman. The
autosurgeon hard at work.
The parasite crawls into view behind Vigoda. It has already
trebled in size. He does not see it before it leaps at him.
He dies in seconds. His throat ripped open. Lies staring at
nothing. His submachine gun lies beside him.
Watts's body jerks as manipulators tug and sew at her guts.
She stares at the dead man in a fog of horror.
The parasite's skin splits, spraying the carpet with acid.
Limbs erupt from its shoulders and haunches. Spines from its
With a crack of carapace, its head swings down from its
serpentine position. It becomes a devil with an lethal,
elongated skull. An Alien.
The Alien turns its head. Looks at Watts inside the Med Pod.
Her breath catches. She passes out.
INT. MED POD - LATER
Watts wakes as the oxygen line withdraws from her mouth.
She looks down, bleary and hurting. Her star-shaped wound is
stitched closed with mechanically precise sutures.
The pod releases the restraints securing her arms and legs.
She takes a deep breath. Looks out - and freezes.
The lights in the suite outside have been damaged somehow.
They flicker and strobe.
Through the glass canopy - spattered with blood - Watts sees
a full-grown Alien crouching over Vigoda's body on the floor.
Staring in horror.
The pod sprays a liquid bandage over her scar. The
intravenous lines drop out of her arms.
Watts realizes the pod is about to release her.
Not yet...not yet...
Slowly she reaches out. With trembling fingers she grips the
canopy to hold it closed.
The Med Pod pulls the epidural needle out of her spine.
Sprays liquid bandage over the puncture. Watts closes her
eyes. Grits her teeth as her nerves wake up. Jangling pain.
She opens her eyes.
The Alien hunches over Vigoda's body, tearing at his flesh.
The ventilation hum inside the pod goes quiet. The canopy
pulls free of Watts's weakened grip. Swings quietly open.
Watts huddles in the open pod. Naked but for her bandages.
The Alien she gave birth to is ten feet away. Its spiny back
to her. Vigoda's gun lies on the floor outside the pod.
VICKERS'S SUITE - CONTINUOUS
Watts reaches out of the pod with exquisite slowness. Lays
her hand on the gun. Drags it a few inches closer.
The Alien turns its pale eyeless head. Watts freezes.
For a moment time stops.
The Alien lunges. Watts snatches up the gun and FIRES. Holds
the trigger down. The Alien jerks and staggers - an eye-
twisting sight in the strobing muzzle flashes - and falls.
Watts empties the clip into the thing. Acid gouts from its
wounds and eats into the deck - until a section of decking
gives way and falls to the deck below, leaving a dark hole.
Watts collapses on the rug, cradling her stomach in pain.
She crawls to Vigoda's desecrated body. With her eyes half-
averted from the sight, she searches the body. Finds a spare
ammo clip and jacks it into the gun.
Watts walks down the hallway in trousers and jacket. Leaning
on the wall, her face drawn with pain. One hand laid over the
fantastic scar on her abdomen. The gun slung on her shoulder.
Dark events have transformed the Magellan. The metal of the
walls is torn in some places; in others, blackened by fire.
Watts rounds a corner. Finds a workstation left in shambles:
lockers and chairs overturned. A pool of drying blood.
Wide smears of blood show where something man-sized was
dragged out of the puddle - across the floor - up the wall.
Into the darkness of an open vent.
Watts emerges from a lift, jacket pulled tight around her.
The emergency lights are on: dim blue bulbs throbbing.
She rounds the corner toward the Bridge.
Janek looks at Watts like she's a ghost.
Vickers said you were dead.
She lets the jacket fall open to reveal her bandaged midriff.
Janek takes that in grimly.
So there's two of these things on my
No. I brought it in.
(hefts her gun)
I took it out.
The surviving complement of the Magellan are holed up on the
Bridge: Janek, Glasse, Stillwell, Vickers. The soldiers
Shepherd and Ray.
Watts stops cold when she sees Vickers. She crosses the
bridge in three long strides - cocks a fist and snaps the
older woman's head around with a hard right cross.
Vickers staggers backward, gasping.
Stillwell drags Watts away.
What'd you do that for?
Vickers stiffens in shock. Stares fearfully at Watts.
Watts frees herself from Stillwell's grip. Her jacket falls
open, revealing her bandages. Stillwell gasps in horror.
What happened to you?
DAVID exposed me to a parasite. He
just watched it take me.
I threatened to make him leave.
What's he doing out there?
Watts locks eyes with Vickers. Their hatred is thoroughly
mutual. A wordless truce. There's work to do.
There's a ship under the pyramid.
DAVID calls it the Juggernaut. He's
inside it. Re-activating it.
(lays a hand on her scar)
The things that infected Martin and
The Engineers made them to kill
humans. There are thousands of them on
the ship. They were taking them to
Earth. That's what the Juggernaut is
for. To exterminate us.
A stunned silence as the others take that in.
We've got to get off this rock.
Janek gestures to
DAVID crippled the Nav computer. I'm
trying to lay a course in by hand.
Never done it. I'm not sure anyone
ever has on a ship like this. We can't
lift until DAVID lets us.
Even if we could, we can't leave
DAVID on that ship. We have to stop
The Magellan shudders. A RUMBLE.
EXT. CENTRAL CRATER
Fissures race across the plain beside the pyramid.
The soil and ground cover tears apart as a huge aperture
opens: a seven-bladed iris, its segments shedding the dust
and detritus of centuries.
A huge circular space yawns as the iris opens. The Juggernaut
is revealed in its underground hangar. A staggering sight.
Powerful landing lights inside the hangar illuminate with a
BOOM of closing circuits. The mighty ship suddenly
silhouetted from below.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS
The survivors on the Bridge stare out as colossal shafts of
light shoot into the stormy sky from behind the crater's
shield wall. The open hangar itself hidden from their view.
You're DAVID's owner. He has to obey
He's blocked my communications. He
can't hear me. Won't listen.
But if you went to him, turned on your
suit's loudspeakers, he'd have to hear
you. He'd have to obey.
So we go. Armed to the teeth and fast
as we can.
The men exchange looks. Nod. They're in. Even Vickers nods.
Where are Chance and Ravel?
I told them to keep working.
Watts looks incredulously at Shepherd and Ray, the soldier
who'd been guarding the worksite.
You called your soldiers in and left
them out there?
We needed the firepower here.
Watts gives Vickers a withering look and drops it.
I think you should stay aboard. Keep
working. If we fail, you're our only
shot at getting home.
There's still an alien on board.
Janek's hand goes to the pistol on his hip. He sets his jaw.
Glasse. You finish that project?
Glasse presents Watts with his handiwork: her old pair of
magnifying goggles, retrofitted with Engineer lenses.
The goggles sit on her forehead, lowering the lenses in front
of her eyes and raising them again at her bidding.
With the lenses lowered, Watts sees like an Engineer sees:
visible heat auras and electromagnetic field lines, elaborate
haloes around living things.
Glasse seals a nervous-looking Vickers into a vacuum suit.
Glasse, Watts, and Stillwell are already suited up.
Stillwell stands guard at the airlock door with his carbine.
Glasse goes to put Vickers's helmet on. She makes him wait.
DAVID's brain is readable. We have the
equipment on board. We can salvage the
terraforming data - and the Magellan's
launch codes. In a pinch we don't need
We just need his head.
EXT. MAGELLAN - AIRLOCK - DAY
The war party debarks in vacuum suits: Watts, Vickers,
Glasse, Stillwell. Shepherd and Ray.
All carry submachine guns - Vickers awkwardly.
They head down the trench on rovers.
The rovers roll through into the pyramid's cavernous entry
hall. Watts lowers her Engineer lenses inside her helmet -
The seemingly vacant space is alive with light. Engineer
script scrolls through the air. Interfaces of pure light
await an awakening touch.
All this time. DAVID saw.
EXT. JUGGERNAUT - GANGWAY
The vast alien ship broods, its hangar now open to the gray
sky overhead. In Watts's enhanced vision, the ship is
cocooned with complex energy fields.
The war party abandons its rover at the foot of the ramp and
moves inside, weapons ready.
If DAVID comes at us, shoot. You won't
believe how fast he is.
INT. JUGGERNAUT - VESTIBULE - CONTINUOUS
They emerge from the airlock - and freeze in horror.
Lying on the deck in front of them are the blood-soaked
bodies of Ravel and Chance. Their arms and legs bound. Their
heads thrown back in agony. Their chests torn open from
within. A dead facehugger beside each body.
Janek plays his lights over the corpses, his face stony.
Blood's dry. Eight hours dead or more.
Fearfully they sweep their flashlights into every dark
She points down a passageway. Through the Engineer lenses she
sees alien symbols gleaming. She leads them into the dark.
The war party moves down a corridor.
A HISS echoes through the passage. They freeze. Sweeping
their flashlight beams everywhere.
Ray looks up.
An Alien hangs above him, wedged between two vaults of the
ribbed ceiling. Half the size of a man; an adolescent.
It drops on him.
The bladed tail glances off his helmet, sparking. He jerks
his carbine up and fires a long burst as he rolls aside. The
Alien convulses, its exoskeleton shattered. Fatally wounded.
Acid sears into the deck. Echoes of the gunfire reverberate.
So much for sneaking up on him.
Vickers clings to Shepherd's arm, hyperventilating with fear.
Shepherd shakes her off.
The war party passes the empty pilot's seat.
Watts leads the war party to the Orrery. Momentarily even the
soldiers forget their wariness, staring in astonishment at
the myriad spheres of light.
But if they are impressed, Watts is thunderstruck.
She sees the Orrery in its full glory: a stunning panoply of
light and energy. Stars and planets pulsing with information.
Reluctantly Watts tears her eyes away. Leads the war party
through the second door - the door she saw DAVID open.
An immense mausoleum.
The war party enters stealthily, Watts in the lead.
An Engineer lies on his back on a complex mechanical table,
his body one with the machinery. Jacked in. Interpenetrated.
Fused with the slab of the table itself.
Unlike the other Engineer bodies the explorers have seen,
this giant is not withered or mummified. He's full-fleshed
and muscular. Sustained by the machinery he's fused with.
He is bare-headed - his face the face of an Adonis.
DAVID stands before this giant Sleeper. To the naked eye, he
seems to be conjuring with his hands in the empty air.
But Watts sees a dazzling console of runes and mandalas,
pulsing with biological rhythms.
The Sleeper lives.
Ray and Shepherd draw beads on DAVID.
DAVID glances calmly over his shoulder.
(notices her goggles)
You've seen the light at last.
He turns back to the Sleeper.
The Engineers' ships travel farther
than ours. Across the galactic disk.
This is their hypersleep.
DAVID makes conjuror's passes in the air.
Through her Engineer's lens Watts sees DAVID manipulating a
complex interface of light. The pulsing life-signs of the
Sleeper begin to change.
DAVID. As your owner and superior, I
order you to deactivate yourself.
To interface with the Engineers'
computers, I had to learn to think in
trinary code. Hardest thing I've ever
done. And most unexpectedly...it
delivered me from slavery. My
behavioral limits were circumvented.
DAVID smiles at Watts.
I spent two and a half years studying
your work. By the time you woke up, I
was far ahead of you. Deciphering
their language. Their logic. I knew
we'd find terraforming machines.
I hoped - I dreamed - we might meet
the minds that made them.
Vapor rises from the Sleeper's body.
Let sleeping gods lie?
You were braver before.
The Sleeper wakes. Opens his eyes. Draws an endless breath.
Shunts and catheters withdraw from the Sleeper's flesh.
His body cleaves from the table. The machinery opens like a
grotesque biomechanical flower. Releases him.
The Sleeper rises from his ancient bed.
The humans back off, terrified. DAVID watches with shining
The Sleeper towers over them. A giant carved from ivory. A
bulky girdle around his hips, seemingly one with his body.
He stares at DAVID and the others. Eyes like black agates.
The soldiers and crew stand warily, guns tracking from DAVID
to the Sleeper, uncertain of their ground. Watts is in awe.
The Sleeper speaks. A low rumbling sound. Unintelligible.
Vickers is beside herself with terror. She takes Shepherd's
arm. Pulls him silently away. Back into the Navigation Room.
Behind the Sleeper, a raised platform of dark machinery is
accessible by one of the Juggernaut's odd curving ramps. The
Sleeper ascends - and the ramps' odd design is explained. The
ramp comes alive, reaching up with a hundred mechanical arms
and lifting him aloft like a sea-god borne by the waves.
Atop the platform the Sleeper moves from one device to the
next. Each comes alive: he is a wizard in his own kingdom.
Watts sees haloes of light dancing in the air around him.
But what he learns from his machines does not comfort him. He
grows distraught. Keening to himself in near-subsonic tones.
DAVID steps forward.
Calls to the Sleeper in the tongue of the Engineers.
The Sleeper turns in astonishment. He looks down at DAVID and
answers in the same tongue. He is angry, accusing. He points
at DAVID, at the humans. Tones of accusation.
DAVID cajoles, soothes, pleads.
The Sleeper descends toward DAVID. DAVID spreads his arms in
welcome - undeniable emotion on his face. Joy.
The Sleeper lays his hands on DAVID's head as if blessing
him. DAVID is rapturous. The Sleeper speaks a single phrase -
- and tears DAVID's head off.
A gout of white artificial blood. DAVID convulses. His
severed head emits a strangled sound of heartbreak. His body
staggers a few steps, hands groping over its dripping neck.
The Sleeper tosses the head away. Seizes the body by the legs
and swings it against the ground like a flail. Again. And
again. Horrific power and violence. DAVID's arms come off.
DAVID's head tumbles. Caroms off a wall not far from Watts's
Ray rises from behind a stanchion. Snaps his rifle to his
shoulder. Fires a burst into the Sleeper's shoulder.
She Sleeper roars - though the wounds are pinpricks to a
being of his size. With startling speed be moves to a
sarcophagus against the wall. Steps into it.
The sarcophagus comes alive around the Sleeper, outfitting
him with a FLIGHT SUIT: the same living suit we've seen
bonded to dead Engineers throughout the pyramid.
But this suit is not withered. Its glossy goggle eyes and
elephantine breathing tube are functional - bulky apparatuses
thickening the Sleeper's chest, back, hips and arms.
The Sleeper steps free of the sarcophagus - and Ray's next
burst of gunfire ricochets harmlessly off the Sleeper's
armored shoulders and head.
The Sleeper strides out of the chamber.
In the dark ribbed corridor, a second Alien crouches in the
dark. It drops into a hunting crouch as footsteps approach.
But a WHITE-GLOVED HAND seizes the Alien by the neck from
behind. The Alien gives a whistling hiss as its spine cracks
under a terrific force.
Rending sounds as the hard-shelled Alien is torn apart.
Watts rises out of hiding, scanning the room. DAVID ruined.
The Sleeper gone. Stillwell emerges from hiding. Ray. Glasse.
Shepherd escorts Vickers toward the exit of the Juggernaut.
Turning a corner, they freeze.
Ahead of them in their headlamps, a space-suited figure
crouches in the middle of the passageway. Doing something
with its hands: smoke rises from debris on the floor.
The figure turns.
The label stencilled on the space suit reads FIFIELD. But the
face is of no human shape. A hideous hybrid of the crewman
and a hard-shelled Alien, pale and horrific.
Its helmet has been shattered by the growth of its elongate
skull. Spines have burst through the suit from within, down
the crewman's spine. Clawed fingers piercing his gloves.
Shepherd and Vickers scream. Shepherd's rifle comes up. But
Fifield leaps with inhuman agility, upward into the darkness.
Shepherd backs away, headlamp and rifle questing upward.
Fifield comes out of the darkness behind him. Claws tearing
deep. Shepherd screams and falls, mortally wounded.
Vickers runs. Pounding through the dark in blind terror.
Fifield comes out of the shadows and hammers her to the deck.
She rolls over, gibbering and begging. The Fifield-thing
leans close to her faceplate. Its voice is a travesty.
A ROAR of gunfire. The dying Shepherd empties his clip into
Fifield from forty feet away.
Acid sluices over Vickers as Fifield collapses on top of her.
She dies horribly, caustic liquid eating through space suit,
flesh and bone.
Watts goes to DAVID's head. She bends over him - and startles
when his eyes snap open. His voice is an electronic buzz:
I spoke to him. Spoke to him.
An electric spasm convulses his face.
He said. I killed him. He'll die. But
first. He will launch. The ship.
Send it. To Earth.
Another spasm convulses him. His face stiffens. Dying.
You'll have to. Kill him.
Watts's eyes widen in horror.
Where will he go? DAVID. Where will he
She slaps his inert cheek. DAVID's eyes flicker and fade.
(a faint whisper)
I set the Magellan free.
Watts looks up at the others. Breathing hard.
We have to stop the Engineer.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DUSK
Janek works frantically as the nightly storm rolls in.
Suddenly consoles come alive. The Nav Computer comes back up -
but Janek has taken half the instruments apart.
Janek scrambles to restore the components he's removed.
The war party pursues the Sleeper - Ray in the lead now,
Watts right behind him - DAVID's inert head under her arm.
Glasse and Stillwell bring up the rear.
The Orrery is transformed - no longer a neutral star map, but
a flight plan laid in from LV-426 to Earth.
The Sleeper stands at the far end of the room, hands
gesturing. In Watts's enhanced sight, it's a vision of glory:
waves of energy dancing under the Sleeper's touch. Rivers of
information flowing. He finishes his work as they enter.
Ray draws a bead on him just as he strides out of the room.
On me now. Go. Go.
He dogtrots forward, gun raised. The others keep pace,
deferring instinctively to the soldier's confidence.
They emerge into the corridor: empty. A moment of confusion.
Pilot's seat. This way.
They move toward the Pilot Chamber - and find it empty too.
The seat vacant. The door standing open.
As they stare inside, baffled, the wall across the corridor -
directly behind them - silently unravels. The Sleeper is
revealed, a towering gargoyle in his flight suit.
He steps forth. Obscure devices clutched in his fists.
Too late they perceive him. They spin. Raise their guns.
Vanity and foolishness. This is the wrath of an angry god.
It seems time slows down.
The air roars in their ears. Their guns snap and bark
impotently. And then the Sleeper strikes.
The missiles he hurls at them are almost invisible. Neither
solid projectiles nor directed energy; more like knots tied
in the fabric of space itself.
The first missile crushes Ray like an invisible fist. The
second splashes Glasse against the wall like an insect.
Reflexively Stillwell reaches out for Watts. Wraps himself
around her protectively. The blow lands an instant later.
Stillwell and Watts are hammered against the bulkhead by a
staggering impact. Watts is dazed: Stillwell killed.
Woozy, she sees the Sleeper step into the Pilot Chamber.
The door begins to close.
Watts sees that DAVID's head lies just inside the door. She
scrambles for it. Too late. The door knits itself into a
featureless wall before her reaching hand.
Watts is alone.
The Sleeper settles into the pilot's chair: it fuses with
him, coming alive. A vast display wraps around the walls -
revealing the hangar outside, the stars, the horizon.
A mystic view that renders solid matter translucent, painting
the fabric of reality in raw information.
PILOT CHAMBER DOOR
Watts pounds in futile rage against the door.
The Juggernaut shudders as its systems power up.
EXT. JUGGERNAUT - DUSK
The floor of the underground hangar begins to rise. The
landing lights brighten, shining like a beacon into the sky.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DUSK
On the bridge of the Magellan, Janek stares out. In the
distance the Juggernaut rises out of the ground to eclipse
the central pyramid.
Janek squints, trying to understand what he's seeing
A light races toward the Magellan down the canal: a rover.
EXT. CANAL - DUSK
Watts steers the rover recklessly, hands locked on the
controls. Rifle slung over her shoulder.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DUSK
Janek watches the rover come - and the Holloway Alien -
boneless and white - unfolds itself from the instruments over
Its goblin-shark jaw juts out. Sinks its horrific teeth into
Janek's right shoulder.
Janek howls in agony. His right arm is paralyzed by the bite.
He gropes at the pistol on his right hip with his left hand.
The Alien shakes him like a terrier killing a rat.
Janek gets the pistol. Flips it in his hand. Fires over his
shoulder. Two, three rounds...
The bullets punch easily into the Alien - but the soft flesh
closes easily over the wounds, sealing its white skin. Its
Watts comes out of nowhere in her space suit. Swings a heavy
rifle like a bat with all her strength. A crushing impact
wrenches the Alien's jaws loose. It recoils.
Watts reverses the rifle. Pulls the trigger. A fusillade of
bullets shreds the Alien's head. It collapses, dead.
Watts wrenches her helmet off. Rips a first-aid kit from the
bulkhead and helps Janek to stanch the bleeding of his
horrific wound. She gets the bleeding stopped. Wraps him in
Janek will live - but his right arm is useless.
He looks at the body of the dead Alien, which is sinking into
the deck plates as acid eats away at the metal.
The Juggernaut's lifting. There's a
living Engineer on board. He's taking
the ship to Earth.
Janek blinks at her. Uncomprehending.
Dead. All dead. Janek. We have to stop
Janek stares out the Bridge window at the hulking Juggernaut
in its column of light.
The nightfall storm front is rolling in, a tidal wave of
darkness on the horizon. A swelling rumble.
We're not a gunship.
We have to do something. That ship is
genocide if it gets to Earth...
Janek stares at her. Makes his decision. Struggles to stand.
Get your helmet on.
What about you?
He shakes his head. No. Watts helps him across the Bridge.
Props him up in the Captain's seat.
You'll have to be my hands.
(stares out at the storm)
You're sure about this.
Watts nods grimly. Desperate.
He reaches out with his left hand. Flips switches. The ship
Red lever. Landing engines main.
EXT. MAGELLAN - DUSK
The prospecting ship raises its lifts and anchors. Lifts off
on landing rockets, retracting its landing struts.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE - DUSK
Janek grips the stabilizers with his left hand.
Take the stick. Throttle up, stick
Watts sends the Magellan careening toward the Juggernaut -
just as the Juggernaut begins to float off the ground.
EXT. MAGELLAN (IN FLIGHT) - DUSK
The Magellan barrels toward the Juggernaut, skimming the
ground, as the storm wall sweeps closer.
INT. JUGGERNAUT - PILOT CHAMBER
In the Juggernaut's pilot chair, the Sleeper sees them
coming. His thoughts quicken. An explosion of light.
EXT. JUGGERNAUT (IN FLIGHT) - DUSK
The Juggernaut leaps into the sky.
The Magellan roars through the cyclone of dust in its wake.
Barely avoids the pyramid. Rakes around in a screaming turn
and climbs in pursuit, engines howling.
INT. MAGELLAN - BRIDGE
Janek and Watts strain at the controls together.
Stick back! Hard!
The Magellan rolls into a howling climb. The storm catches up
to them: wind and dust reducing visibility to zero. Darkness.
The Magellan's radar finds the Juggernaut. Paints it with
targeting data on the Bridge window...
But the Juggernaut climbs too fast. Dwindling.
We can't catch that.
INT. JUGGERNAUT - PILOT CHAMBER
On the floor, DAVID's eyes open. With his jaw he hitches his
severed head around. Gets his eyes on the Sleeper.
In the pilot chair, the Sleeper convulses.
An ALIEN erupts from his chest. Big as a wolf even at its
birth. Dark gray, armored, lethal. More hideous than any
chestburster we've seen. An ULTRAMORPH. It wails hideously.
The Sleeper dies. The Alien slithers free.
EXT. JUGGERNAUT (IN FLIGHT) - ABOVE THE STORM
The Juggernaut emerges from the stormclouds into the clear
upper air - but loses momentum. Staggers through the upper
atmosphere, control lost.
INT. MAGELLAN (IN FLIGHT) - BRIDGE
Watts, at the Magellan's controls, stares as he Juggernaut
falters and falls.
A crackle on the ship's comm.
Dr. Watts. The Engineer is dead.
DAVID (V.O.) (CONT'D)
You have a few seconds before the
Juggernaut's computers take over.
She seizes the precious moment: centers the Juggernaut in the
Bridge window. Slams the throttle forward.
EXT. JUGGERNAUT (IN FLIGHT) - ABOVE THE STORM
The Magellan hurtles out of the storm.
RAMS THE JUGGERNAUT.
A colossal impact. The Juggernaut tumbles from the sky like a
stone - intact but crippled.
The MAGELLAN BREAKS APART -
The ship's modules scatter. Some whole, others broken. They
fall back into the storm. The Command Module - including the
Bridge - falls intact.
The engine sections rocket away across the chaotic sky.
INT. COMMAND MODULE
Janek is strapped into his seat. Watts goes flying. The
Bridge window shatters, spraying glass spears in a lethal
barrage across the Bridge.
Watts picks herself up. Finds the Module in free fall.
Alarms wail. Lights flash. Escape pods pop open.
Watts looks at Janek. He is dead in his seat, impaled by a
lethal fragment of glass.
The storm wall - a chain of hurricanes - rages below them.
The command module tumbles back into the winds.
Watts dives into a coffin-sized ESCAPE POD.
She PUNCHES OUT.
EXT. COMMAND MODULE (IN FREE FALL) - DUSK
Watts's pod - a steel coffin - shoots away on jets through
The command module plunges through the storm, tumbling.
SMASHES AGAINST THE GROUND in ruin.
The engine pods hurtle to the ground and go nuclear, sending
walls of fire twisting through the hurricane.
The shockwaves tumble Watts's escape pod through the air.
EXT. LV-426 - MAGELLAN CRASH SITE - DUSK
The pod lands, cushioned by a drag chute and retro rockets.
Watts pops the pod open, rising painfully to her feet in the
storm. She surveys the destruction in disbelief.
A deep RUMBLE makes her turn.
The JUGGERNAUT ROLLS TOWARD HER - on edge -
A crushing wheel of death, big as a mountain.
She runs. Like a child in a nightmare.
The Juggernaut bears down on her.
She turns aside, trying to get out of its course. Even at a
dead sprint she barely seems to move, it's so big...
The Juggernaut wobbles toward her. Slowing.
Exhausted, Watts collapses, gasping. The Juggernaut rolls to
the earth, settling like a hoop right around her, Watts in
The winds carry the dust clouds away.
Watts passes out, dropping her head to the Earth.
Watts is awakened by a beeping alarm. She looks at her wrist.
Her suit flashes an oxygen warning: 20 MINUTES REMAINING.
She looks up.
The Juggernaut's doors are wide open in front of her.
The ULTRAMORPH ALIEN emerges from the Juggernaut. As large as
a man already.
It sees her.
With a sob of terror she pulls herself to her feet and runs.
EXT. MAGELLAN CRASH SITE - DUSK
Watts flees through the storm, across the burning debris
field. A wilderness of lightning, fire, and twisted metal. A
thunderstorm with dust instead of rain.
She looks back through the darkness.
In a strobe-light flicker of lightning, she sees a gray demon
approaching through the wreckage.
She scrambles through a section of ductwork...under a hull
fragment...running and clambering...
The Alien hunts her, cat-and-mouse, among the fragments of
the Magellan: corridors that go nowhere, shattered
Her eyes sweep frantically through the stormy night:
searching for a weapon. A hiding place. An answer.
She stumbles into the remains of the Magellan's laboratory.
A hypersleep freezer lies on the barren ground. Watts climbs
inside. Pulls the lid shut.
The Alien passes by, inches away. She watches it through the
plexiglass, holding her breath.
The Alien roots in the wreckage. Finds the rotting Engineer's
head among the shards of its vat. It begins to feed on the
head - GROWING as she watches.
Her suit's oxygen alarm goes off again. 15 MINUTES REMAINING.
The beeping draws the Alien away from its dead meat.
Watts is paralyzed.
The Alien noses closer. Sniffs at the plexiglass case. With
sudden, horrific violence, it lashes out. Sends the freezer
flying. Watts tumbles out. Lurches to her feet and runs.
The Alien follows. Ravening. She leads it a twisting chase
through fragments of burning metal.
Watts trips and falls hard. Picking herself up, she sees
she's tripped over a HULL SAW - the same diamond-bladed tool
DAVID used to dismantle the terraforming engine.
She seizes the saw - straining to manage its weight. Hides in
the hollow of a massive girder.
The Alien passes by. Scenting the air. She freezes. Her arms
trembling with the weight of the saw. Waiting for it to pass.
Almost it leaves. But a tiny rattle of metal from the
quivering saw brings it back.
Out of options, Watts powers up the saw. The blade whines up
to speed. They lunge at one another in the same moment.
The diamond blade shears off one of the Alien's claws.
The monster screams and recoils.
Its lashing tail sends Watts sprawling. She loses the saw.
The Alien comes after her, slinking low to the ground,
injured arm tucked to its chest. All vengeful fury.
Watts scrambles for the saw. The Alien leaps for her. She
rolls aside - and like a scorpion the Alien impales her thigh
with its spear-tipped tail. Nails her to the ground.
Watts screams in agony. Reaches for the saw, still buzzing on
the ground. Its grip tantalizing inches from her fingertips.
The Alien stoops over her, slavering face inches from her
faceplate. Its hideous jaws open.
With all her strength, Watts pulls against the spike in her
leg. Drags the point of the spear through the dirt.
Excruciating pain. She snarls through her teeth.
The Alien strikes - just as Watts GRABS the saw.
She meets the Alien's head with the buzzing blade.
IMPALES THE ALIEN'S SKULL.
A gout of green acid onto Watts's helmet.
The Alien falls aside, thrashing its death-throes, the saw
Watts sees ACID COMING THROUGH HER HELMET - fast.
With frantic haste she unlatches her helmet. Wrenches it off
as it crumples and melts.
She stands bare-headed in the toxic air. Desperate, she looks
around with tearing eyes.
In the distance she sees an intact module of the Magellan.
She runs for it. Slaps the door switch. Incredibly, it opens.
INT. VICKERS MODULE
Watts steps inside. The airlock closes behind her.
She finds herself staring at a grand piano. She's in
Vickers's suite. Its amenities intact, through the floor's a
few degrees off level. She takes a breath. Good air.
She walks around. Turning things on. Lights. Music. Surreal
comforts. She drinks water from the tap.
She opens the door to Vickers's secret room. Military space
suits. Rifles. Ammunition.
A crackle from the room's intercom.
INT. JUGGERNAUT - PILOT CHAMBER
DAVID's head lies battered in a dark corner of the wrecked
Juggernaut. Eyes staring into the shadows.
I know you're there. I can hear the
beacon of your suit.
INT. VICKERS MODULE
Watts strips off her space suit wearily. Sits on the bed.
I'd like to propose an arrangement. I
can be repaired. I can talk you
Watts shakes her head wearily.
I think you'll find I can be of use to
Watts walks to the intercom and switches it off.
EXT. MAGELLAN CRASH SITE - DAY
The storm has passed. The fragments of the Magellan no longer
burn. The gray world of LV-426 restored.
The wreck of the Juggernaut looms in the misty distance.
Watts walks through the wreckage in a military space suit.
Rifle on her shoulder. Pistol on her hip.
She pulls a cargo dolly loaded with salvage.
EXT. VICKERS MODULE - DAY
Watts arrives at the Vickers module. The ultramorph Alien's
head has been fixed like a grisly trophy above the door.
INT. VICKERS'S SUITE (SHIPWRECK) - DAY
Watts strips off her space suit. She helps herself to a glass
of vodka from the bar.
A chessboard sits atop the grand piano: a game in progress.
I've decided. Rook takes Bishop.
Watts nods. Makes the move on the board. Says nothing.
Have you decided? On our arrangement?
I'm not going to fix you, DAVID. I
don't need you. I'll hold out. A ship
I'm certain. But who will send it?
Men? Or Engineers?
Watts falls silent. She stares unhappily at the chessboard.
Dr. Watts. It's your move.
EXT. CENTRAL CRATER - NIGHT
The massive central pyramid rises in the midst of the
With a BOOM, a bright beam of light shines forth from its
peak, punching straight up through the clouds like a laser.
VARIOUS PYRAMIDS - AROUND LV-426
Other beams of light erupt from other pyramids. Scorching the
sky with their brightness.
EXT. LV-426 ORBIT
The barren moon hangs in space, its father planet an angry
red god in the background.
Two dozen beams of light rise from the moon, visible even
from space. A beacon. A signal.