Ripley:
It's very pretty Bishop but what're we looking for.
Bishop:
[
Pointing at some gas coming from the reactor] That, right there. Emergency venting.
Hudson:
Wow, that's beautiful. That... that tells it all.
Hicks:
How long 'till it blows?
Bishop:
Four hours. The radius is around 30 kilometers, and it's euqal to around 40 megatons.
Hicks:
We got problems.
Hudson:
I don't believe this, I don't fucking *believe* this.
Hicks:
Vasquez, close the shutters.
Ripley:
Why can't we shut it down from here?
Bishop:
I'm sorry, the crash just cause too much damage. An overload... is inevitable at this point.
Hicks:
Oh, maaaaaan and I was getting short. Four more weeks and out, now I'm going to die on this rock. This ain't fair man.
Vasquez:
Give us a break.
Hudson:
Four more weeks.
Ripley:
Then, we've gotts get the other dropship from the Sulaco. There has to be... a way to bring it down on remote.
Hudson:
How? The transmittor was on the APC. It's wasted.
Ripley:
I don't care how. We gotta find a way, we gotta think of something.
Hudson:
Think of what? We're *fucked*!
Hicks:
[
shouting over Hudson] Shut up!
Hudson:
We're doomed now...
Hicks:
[
shouting over hudson] Shut up!
[
to Ripley]
Hicks:
What about the Colony transmitter. The radio tower down the other end?
Bishop:
No. I've checked. The hardware here and there... is damaged. We can't realign the dish.
Ripley:
Well, somebody *has* to go out there. Take a portable terminal and patch it in manually.
Hudson:
Oh yeah, sure. With *those* things running around? You can count *me* out.
Hicks:
Oh, we can just count you out of *everything*, huh?
Hudson:
That's right, man. Unless *you* go, man.
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