It's very pretty Bishop, but what are we looking for?
Right there. [indicates blue flashing from a vent at the power station] Emergency venting.
That's beautiful, man. That just beats all.
How long until it blows?
Four hours, with a blast radius of 30 kilometers, equal to about 40 megatons.
We've got problems.
I can't believe this. I CAN'T **** BELIEVE THIS!
Vasquez, close the shutters.
Why can't we shut it down from here?
I'm sorry, but the crash caused too much damage. An overload was inevitable at this point.
Aw, man. And I was getting short. Four more weeks and out. Now I'm going to buy it on this rock! It ain't half-fair, man!
Hudson, give us a break!
Four more weeks! Aw, man!
Well, we need the other drop-ship from the Sulaco. I mean, there must be some way of bringing it down via remote.
How? The transmitter was on the APC! It's wasted!
Well, I don't care how, but we'd better think of something, we'd better think of a way now.
Think of what? We're ****!
Shut up! [Over Hudson's panicking] SHUT UP! What about the colony transmitters? The uplink tower at the other end? Why can't we use--
No, the hard-wiring between here and there was damaged. We can't align the dish.
Well, then somebody has got to go out there, take a portable terminal, and patch in manually.
Oh, sure! With those things runnin' around? You can count me out!
I'll go.
Yeah, I guess we can just count you out of everything, Hudson.
That's right, man. Hey, why don't you go, man?
I'll go.
What?
I'll go. I'm the only one qualified to remote-pilot the ship anyway.
Yeah, man. Bishop should go. Good idea!
Believe me, I'd prefer not to. I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid.
