The Making of 'The Thing'

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Your move:
bishop to knight four:

My move:
knight to rook three:

Poor baby, you're startin'

to lose it, aren't ya ?

Your move:
king to rook one:

My move:
rook to knight six:

Checkmate:
Checkmate:

You cheatin'b*tch:

Childs, what's he doin' ?

Circlin'the camp:

Who is he ?

- George, are you okay ?

- Yeah, yeah, l'm okay:

Yeah:
What's goin'on

down there ?

Watch it!

Easy:

Easy:
Easy:

Easy:
Yes:

First goddamn week

of winter:

Oh, come on:
Four stitches:

Barely grazed ya:

What were they doing

flying that low,

- shooting at a dog, at us ?

- Hmm, stir-crazy,

cabin fever, who knows ?

U:
S: Number 31, calling McMurdo:

Come in, over:

U:
S: Number 31, calling McMurdo,

urgent! Come in, over:

Great:

- Come on, come on:

- Nobody!

Nobody:
Get ahold of somebody: Get ahold

of anybody! We gotta report this mess !

Look, l haven't been able

to reach sh*t in two weeks !

l doubt if anybody's talked to anybody

on this entire continent,

and you want me

to reach somebody!

Maybe we at war with Norway:

l was wondering when El Capitan was

gonna get a chance to use his popgun:

- How long they been stationed there ?

- lt says here only eight weeks:

- That's not long

enough for guys to go bonkers:

- Bullshit, Bwana:

Five minutes is enough

to put a man over down here:

- Damn straight:

- l mean, look at Palmer:

He been the way he is

since the first day:

- How many in their party ?

- They started with ten:

- There'd be eight others left:

- How do we know ?

Guys as crazy as that could have

done a lot of damage to their

own before they got to us:

- Nothing we can do:

- Oh, yes there is: l want to go up:

- ln this weather ?

- Bennings ?

- Winds are gonna let up a tad

next couple of hours.

- A tad ?

Can't condone it much myself,

but it is a short haul.

An hour there,

an hour back.

- Sh*t, Doc, l'll give you

the lift. No problem.

- Forget it, Palmer.

Thanks for thinkin'

about it though.

Loaded with kerosene.

l count 15 cans.

- MacReady!

- Mac, get your gear on.

- lt may not clear up for a week,

and we're the closest to 'em.

- lt's all right by me, Doc.

- l'm just letting you know

we're taking a chance.

- Quit griping, MacReady.

lf we get caught in a white-out, you can

scratch one doctor and one pilot.

This is real thin. lt'll clear

as soon as you get up.

lt's up to you, Mac.

lf you don't wanna fly,

we don't fly.

- You really wanna save

those crazy Swedes, huh ?

- Norwegians.

- Which way, Doc ?

- Southwest.

You have to read the map

'cause l'm gonna be busy.

Mac's really taking it up, huh ?

He knows what he's doing.

Nauls, will you turn that crap down ?

l'm trying to get some sleep.

l was shot today.

- Oui, Bwana. Will do.

- ? Very superstitious ?

? Writing's on the wall?

? Very superstitious ?

Anybody there ?

Hey, Sweden ?

They're not Swedish, Mac,

they're Norwegian.

Mac !

My God! What the hell

happened here ?

Come on, Doc.

Portable video unit.

- Anything ?

- lt's all in Norwegian.

- What are ya doin' Doc ?

- lt could be important work.

l wanna take it back with us.

lt's gettin'late.

Let's hurry it up.

l'll check out

the last few rooms.

Hey, Copper, come here !

Maybe they found a fossil, the remains

of some animal buried in the ice,

- and they chopped it out.

- But where is it ? Look at this.

What is that ?

ls that a man

in there or something ?

Whatever it is,

they burned it up in a hurry.

Help me find a shovel, Doc.

- We found this.

- Jesus Christ!

Blair, l'd like you

to start an autopsy right away.

- Did you reach anybody yet ?

- Reach anybody ?

We're a thousand miles

from nowhere, man,

and it's gonna get a hell of

a lot worse before it gets any better!

Well, stick to it,

Windows, stick to it.

Nothin' wrong with this Norwegian,

physiologically anyway.

- No drugs, no alcohol, nothin'.

- Hmm.

Well, what we got here

is what appears to be, anyway,

a normal set of internal organs.

Heart,

lungs, kidneys, liver,

intestines.

Seem to be normal.

...one, door number two

and door number three.

l think that Dawn Screen here

has got the most to trade in.

l went to you first.

You brought your friend, Anna.

You've been consulting Anna

all through the show.

- You may as well consult her

one more time.

- l know how this one ends.

Clark, will you put this mutt

with the others where it belongs ?

Yeah, okay.

Go ahead.

Go ahead.

What are you waiting for ?

l don't know

what the hell's in there.

- lt's weird and pissed off,

whatever it is.

- Bennings, go get Childs.

What is this ? What's goin'on ?

- Hey, Palmer, what is this ?

- l don't know.

Childs !

Mac wants the flamethrower!

- Mac wants the what ?

- That's what he said!

- Now, move !

- Damn it!

- Stand back.

- Mac, what is it ?

No ! No ! God!

- Don't! Don't! No !

- Get back ! Get back !

Get your ass over here ! Burn it!

Damn it, Childs,

torch it!

Oh, my God.

Oh ! Ohh !

Look. Son of a b*tch.

What we're talking

about here is an organism...

that imitates other life-forms,

and it imitates them perfectly.

When this thing

attacked our dogs,

it tried to digest 'em,

absorb them.

And in the process shape

its own cells to imitate them.

This, for instance.

That's not dog.

lt's imitation.

We got to it before

it had time to finish.

Finish what ?

Finish imitating these dogs.

Easy. Easy. Good.

Easy. Easy.

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