N Norris
Magnesium of some type... or some kind of strange alloy. And those poor dumb bastards had to go and blow the hell out of it.
So what do you make of it?
N Norris
You know damn well what we both make of it.
No chance it could have been some new kind of test craft?
N Norris
[Norris shakes his head]
Seismic activity has been pushing this from way down for a long time... This ice it was buried in... It's over a hundred thousand years old.
[showing the remains of the dog-thing to the entire camp]
You see, what we're talkin' about here is an organism that imitates other life-forms, and it imitates 'em perfectly. When this thing attacked our dogs it tried to digest them... absorb them, and in the process shape its own cells to imitate them. This for instance. That's not dog. It's imitation. We got to it before it had time to finish.
Finish imitating these dogs.
[throwing a fit in the radio room]
Nobody gets in and out of here! NOBODY! You guys think I'M crazy! Well, that's fine! Most of ya don't know what's goin' on around here, but I'm damn well sure SOME of you do!
He got most of the chopper and the tractor. And he's killed the rest of the dogs.
[as Garry advances with his gun]
Garry, wait a minute, wait a minute. Now, Childs, go around to the map room door. Talk to him.
[Childs exits]
Norris, get a table from the lab.
[still smashing up the radio room with an axe while yelling]
D'ya think that thing wanted to be an animal?! No dogs make it a thousand miles through the cold! No, you don't understand! That thing wanted to be US! If a cell gets out, it could imitate everything on the FACE OF THE EARTH! AND NOTHING CAN STOP IT!
[appearing in the map room doorway]
Okay, Blair. Come on, man, you don't wanna hurt anybody.
[Blair whips a pistol out and shoots at Childs but misses]
I'LL KILL YOU!
All right, we gotta find him. Nauls, why don’t you come with me and we'll go outside. Palmer, you and Windows check the inside.
I ain't going with Windows. I ain't going with him, I'll go with Childs--
Windows Hey, **** YOU, Palmer!
Who says I want you going with me?!
ALL RIGHT, CUT THE BULLSHIT! Windows, you come with us. Norris, you stay here. Any of them move, you fry them. You hear anything, anything at all, you cut loose on the sirens. We all meet here in 20 minutes regardless. And everybody watch who you're with, real close.
Blair... he got back inside and blew the generator. In six hours, it'll be 100 below in here!
Not for that Thing. It wants to freeze now. It's got no way out of here. It just wants to go to sleep in the cold until the rescue team finds it.
What can we do? What can we do?
Whether we make it or not, we can't let the Thing freeze again. Maybe we'll just warm things up a little around here. We're not gettin' outta here alive. But neither is that Thing.
I don't know. Thousands of years ago it crashes, and this thing... gets thrown out, or crawls out, and it ends up freezing in the ice.
I just cannot believe any of this voodoo bullshit.
Childs, happens all the time, man. They're falling out of the skies like flies. Government knows all about it, right, Mac?
You believe any of this voodoo bullshit, Blair?
Childs, Childs... Chariots of the Gods, man. They practically own South America. I mean, they taught the Incas everything they know.
So, come on now, MacReady, Norwegians get ahold of this... and they dig it up out of the ice.
Yes, Garry, they dig it up, they cart it back, it gets thawed out, wakes up - probably not the best of moods - I don't know, I wasn't there!
Nauls [skates in with ripped long johns]
Which one of you disrespectful men been tossing his dirty drawers in the kitchen trash can, huh? From now, I want my kitchen clean, all right? Germ free!
So how's this mother****er wake up after thousands of years in the ice?
Bennings And how can it look like a dog?
I don't know how. 'Cause it's different than us, see? 'Cause it's from outer space. What do you want from me? Ask him! [motions to Blair]
You buy any of this Blair?
[talking into tape recorder]
I'm gonna hide this tape when I'm finished. If none of us make it, at least there'll be some kind of record. The storm's been hitting us hard now for 48 hours. We still have nothing to go on. [turns off tape recorder and takes a drink of whisky. He looks at the torn long johns and turns it back on] One other thing: I think it rips through your clothes when it takes you over. Windows found some shredded long johns, but the nametag was missing. They could be anybody's. Nobody... nobody trusts anybody now, and we're all very tired. Nothing else I can do, just wait... R.J. MacReady, helicopter pilot, US outpost number 31. [turns off recorder]
