The Thing Page #4

Garry rebukes him with a stern look and then turns to

Fuchs.

GARRY:

How long have they been stationed

there?

Fuchs leafing through a pile of papers.

FUCHS:

Says here about eight weeks.

Dr. Copper enters the room. Bennings limping after him

slightly.

GARRY:

(shaking his head)

That's not enough time for guys to

go bonkers.

NAULS:

Bullshit, Bwana, sweetheart. Five

minutes is enough to put a man over

down here.

PALMER:

Damn straight.

NAULS:

I mean Palmer been the way he is

since the first day.

Palmer smiles and flips the cook the bird.

GARRY:

How many in their party?

FUCHS:

(referring)

Started with six. There'd be four

others left.

DR. COPPER

How do you know?

The men's attention turn to Copper.

DR. COPPER

... Guys as crazy as that could have

done a lot of damage to their own

before they got to us.

GARRY:

Nothing we can do about that.

DR. COPPER

Yes, there is. I'd like to go up.

GARRY:

In this weather?

DR. COPPER

(turns to)

Bennings?

BENNINGS:

Winds are going to let up a tad,

next couple of hours.

GARRY:

A tad?

BENNINGS:

Can't condone it myself. But it is

a short haul. Hour there, hour

back.

Garry still does not much like the idea. Palmer takes

another hit off his joint.

PALMER:

Sh*t, Doc, I'll give you the lift

if...

GARRY:

Forget it, Palmer. Doc, you're a

pain in the ass.

GARRY:

(turns)

Norris, go get MacReady.

Slight laughter from some of the men.

NORRIS:

(grins)

MacReady ain't going nowhere.

Bunkered in till spring.

GARRY:

Just go get him.

NORRIS:

(stands)

Anyway, he's probably ripped.

EXT. U.S. OUTPOST #31

Norris, bundled in his sixty-five pounds of clothing,

exits the main compound. He walks the prefab wooden

planks up the precipice; his destination is someone a

hundred yards up the slope -- to a shack. He grabs onto

the steadying ropes and pulls himself against the wind and

blowing sleet.

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