The Thing Page #3

FUCHS:

'Bout eighty kilos southwest.

GARRY:

(surprised)

That far?

Garry directs his attention to Childs, the large black man

who had been working on the snowmobile. Next to him sits

Norris, the rugged-looking, fortyish, geophysicist, who

was one of the men being shot at.

GARRY:

You catch anything he was saying?

CHILDS:

Am I starting to look Norwegian to

you, Bwana?

Garry motions inquiringly to Norris.

NORRIS:

Yeah. I caught that he wanted the

better part of my ass to come apart.

INT. INFIRMARY

Dr. Cooper, mid-forties, works on the outstretched leg of

Bennings, the meteorologist. Clark, the dog handler, is

mending the hip of the wounded dog off in the corner.

Bennings lets out with an ouch.

DR. COPPER

Don't "ouch" me. Two stitches. It

just grazed you.

He helps a shaken Bennings up off the table.

BENNINGS:

What in the hell were they doing...?

Flying that low... shooting at a

dog... at us...

DR. COPPER

Stir crazy. Cabin fever... Who

knows.

The dog yelps and whimpers as Clark tries to calm him.

CLARK:

I'll be here a while. Shell's

pretty deep.

INT. RADIO ROOM

Blair, senior biologist, fifty, balding, leans against the

entrance door.

He looks on as the young, bored-looking radio operator,

Sanchez, attends to his equipment. Bursts of static.

SANCHEZ:

It's no go.

BLAIR:

Well, get to somebody. Anybody.

We've got to report this mess.

SANCHEZ:

Look, I haven't been able to reach

sh*t in two weeks. Doubt if

anybody's talked to anybody on the

whole continent.

INT. HALLWAY

Nauls, the cook, glides along on his roller stakes down

one of the many narrow hallways that connect the various

compartments of the main compound. He is black, a little

mischievous, about twenty-two.

He comes to a flashy skidding stop at one of the entrances

to the rec room area, where the men are gathered with the

dead Norwegian.

NAULS:

Maybe we at war with Norway.

Palmer, a spacy, twenty-seven year old, novice pilot and

mechanic, grins as he lights a joint. He directs a remark

to station manager Garry.

PALMER:

Was wondering when "El Capitan" was

going to get a chance to use his pop

gun.

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