Charles Dance: Clemens

Alien³

Clemens

[Ripley gets out of bed naked]
Ripley: Wanna get me some clothes, or should I just go like this?
Clemens: Given the nature of our indigenous population, I would suggest clothes. None of them have seen a woman in years.
[under his breath]
Clemens: Neither have I, for that matter.

[Clemens rises after making love with Ripley]
Clemens: I really appreciate your affections. But I am aware that they deflected my question. In the nicest possible way, of course.

Ripley: How 'bout leveling with me? Well, when I asked how you got assigned here you avoided the question. And then when I asked about the prison ID tattooed on the back of your head you ducked me again.
Clemens: It's a long, sad story. And more than a little melodramatic.
Ripley: Try me.
Clemens: [smiles] If you insist. After my student years, despite the fact that I had become secretly addicted to morphine, I was considered to be most promising. A man with a future. Then during my first residency I did a thirty-six hour stretch on an ER. So I went out and I got more than a little drunk. Then I got called back. Boiler had blown on a fuel plant and there were thirty casualties. And eleven of them died. Not as a result of the accident but because I prescribed the wrong dosage of painkiller. And I got seven years in prison and my licence reduced to a 3C.
[pause]
Clemens: At least I got off the morphine.

Clemens: [to Andrews] I think it might be better if I left. I find you unpleasant to be around.

Andrews: Listen to me, you piece of shit, you screw with me one more time, I'll cut you in half.
Clemens: I'm sorry. I don't think I understand.

Clemens: Dillon and the rest of the alternative people, embraced religion, as it were, about five years ago. Tincture?
Ripley: I'm on medication.
Clemens: Hardly.
Ripley: What kind of religion?
Clemens: Some sort of apocalyptic, millenarian, Christian fundamentalist, uh...
Ripley: Right.
Clemens: Exactly. Point is, when the company wanted to close the facility down, Dillon and the rest of the converts wanted to stay. And they were allowed to remain as custodians with two minders and a medical officer. And here we are.
Ripley: How did you get this wonderful assignment?
Clemens: How do you like your new haircut?
Ripley: It's okay.
Clemens: Now that I've gone out on a limb for you with Andrews, damaged my already less-than-perfect relationship with that good man and briefed you on the humdrum history of Fury 161; can you not tell me what you were looking for in the girl?

Ripley: Now I've made another mistake.
Clemens: Really? What's that?
Ripley: Fraternizing with a prisoner. Physical contact. It's against the rules, isn't it?
Clemens: I'm not a prisoner.