The computer comes to life. Electronic hum and pulsing sounds.
Lights on the helmets begin to signal one another. A yellow light goes on. Data mind bank in b.g. A green light goes on in front of one helmet. A red light goes on in front of other helmet.
An electronic conversation ensues. Reaches a crescendo. Then silence. The lights go off, save the yellow.
INT. CORRIDOR TO HYPERSLEEP VAULT: Lights come on.
Seven gowns hang from the curved wall. Vault door opens.
INT. HYPERSLEEP VAULT: Explosion of escaping gas. The lid on a freezer pops open. Slowly, groggily, Kane sits up. Pale. Kane rubs the sleep from his eyes. Stands. Looks around. Stretches. Looks at the other freezer compartments. Scratches. A young woman stirs as Kane moves off.
INT. MESS: The crew of the United States commercial starship Nostromo seated around a table:
And the ship's pet: Jones the Cat.
LAMBERT: I'm cold.
PARKER: Still with us, Brett.
RIPLEY: Lucky us.
KANE: I feel dead.
PARKER: Did anybody ever tell you, you look dead?
Everyone laughs. Brett mouth's "Bonus" to Parker.
PARKER: Oh yea, right. I just forgot something man. Before we dock, I think we ought to discuss the bonus situation.
PARKER: Brett and I think we deserve a full share.
BRETT: Right. You see, Mr. Parker and I feel that the bonus situation has never been on an equitable level.
DALLAS: Well, you get what you contracted for, like everybody else.
BRETT: Yes, but everybody else gets more than us.
An overhead signal lamp flashes and beeps.
ASH: Mother wants to talk to you.
DALLAS: Yea, I saw it. Yellow light, for my eyes only. Kane, you get dressed . . . . . Parker?