The Thing from Another World

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- H, Eddie.

- Hiya, Scotty.

- Cold enough for you?

- Well, I'm only faintly alive. It's 25 below.

- You know everybody?

- We haven't met.

- McPherson.

- Hi.

Ned Scott, Capt. Hendry.

Scotty just got in today.

Hi, care to join us?

Wait till I count my fingers.

I may have lost one.

Scotty's a warm-weather man. We met

at Accra. Quite a spot. 105 in the shade...

...and the women hardly wore

anything at all. Very intelligent of them.

You just lie there in a hammock

while three of them fan you.

- Remember, Scotty?

- I remember.

- Oh, boy. When I die I hope I go to Accra.

- I was there.

I'm in.

- What are you doing here, Mr. Scott?

- Looking for a story.

Scotty's a newspaperman.

- How many?

- Three.

- Cards?

- I'll play these.

- Caught from ambush.

- Check.

- Well, I'll bet a buck.

- And I'll fold.

Call.

- Pair of queens.

- I thought so. Aces.

You ought to know better than to try

fooling our captain. Only dames can do that.

- Lt. Dykes, I promise...

- Slip of the tongue.

- What do you hear from the general?

- Fogarty's nursing secrets like a June bride.

I got an idea. A guy in Seattle

knows a whole radar defense story...

...Ioves to talk.

General McLaren.

Tell General Fogarty you want to go

to Seattle, and Pat and I will fly you there.

I met General McLaren too.

It's warm in Seattle. They got girls

there without fur pants on.

- What about it, captain?

- That could be right.

You won't be able to shoo our captain

southward with his heart...

...wrapped around the North Pole.

- That'll do.

- What's going on up there?

- Scientists are holding a convention.

- Looking for polar bear tails.

- Ever hear of Dr. Carrington?

- The fellow who was at Bikini?

- The same.

They're holding about 2000 miles

north of here. A whole bunch.

- Botanists, physicists, electronic...

- Including a pin-up girl.

- Very interesting type too.

- Very.

Capt. Hendry can give

you any data on her.

- You probably shouldn't have said that.

- Well, after I read...

Now look!

Someday I hope to have a navigator and a

copilot who are at least dry behind the ears.

- Oh, captain.

- You mail-order...

Capt. Hendry, report to General Fogarty's

quarters at once please.

for his troops. Sounds like the old days.

- Take my hand. Will you?

- Yeah.

Captain, if it amounts to anything,

bring me in on it. Will you, please?

Sure.

I gotta get a story someplace.

Come in.

- Close the door.

- Yes, sir.

- Good evening, sir.

- Didn't take you long.

Not many places to hide, sir.

Just got a queer message from your picnic

party up north, from Dr. Carrington himself.

"Believe an airplane unusual type

crashed in our vicinity.

Please send facilities to investigate.

Most urgent."

What would you find up there

besides a good-Iooking girl?

- I don't know, sir. Any ships missing?

- No.

- No Canadians either.

- Could be Russians.

- They're all over the pole like flies.

- You're going.

Take along a dog team or anything

you might need for rescue.

Come in.

Close the door!

You suppose the Pentagon

could send us a revolving door?

Could be, sir. We got pith helmets

last week.

- Weather report, sir.

- Okay, that's all.

If any messages come in from Dr. Carrington,

I want to be notified personally.

- No matter what the time.

- Yes, sir.

Here's your weather.

There's a front moving in...

...but you ought to have time

to get there and back.

- General, that newspaperman, Scott...

- What about him?

- He'd like to go with us.

- It's all right if you maroon him up there.

Don't get me wrong

about who gets marooned.

I'd like it if you didn't smash

into the landing ski this time.

That was an unavoidable accident.

Well, look, I'll expect you back

tomorrow night.

- Yes, sir. And I'll close the door.

- Just tell me what you find up there.

No one tells me anything around here.

Want some coffee?

- Hey, thanks.

- Here you are, sir.

Mr. Scott. Coffee.

- Are we there?

- No, sir. Hot coffee up front, sir.

- Lieutenant? Coffee, sir.

- Thank you, stewardess.

- Coffee?

- Yeah, thanks.

How far are we from camp?

Three hours. We've slowed down.

A little headwind.

A little headwind?

Close to 40 miles.

Our captain has some funny ideas

about the North Pole.

He thinks it's a garden spot.

Come and bring the kiddies.

Now look, don't you two guys start.

You know, Perry went to the North Pole

once. He retired with a sack full of medals.

Hey, Pat.

We go there every three weeks

just like it was lover's lane.

Mr. Scott, some people

seem to think... Wait a minute.

Hello, Air Force 191 from

Polar Expedition 6. Can you read me?

Air Force 191. Hear you fine, Tex.

Go ahead.

- What's your position?

- Three hours out.

Captain, switch over to your radio compass.

Check it against your magnetic heading.

What's on your mind, Tex?

We've got some disturbance up here.

It's whacking away at everything.

- What do you figure it's from?

- Don't know. We noticed it last night.

- Six to eight degrees difference.

- We're quite a bit off here, Tex.

You better home in on me.

I'll leave the key open.

- Or would you rather have me sing to you?

- Leave the key open.

I was afraid you'd say that.

Hey, the taxpayers ought to see this.

Hello, doctor, professor.

- Still the same game?

- Yes.

Hello, boys.

- Doctor, professor. Here's your mail.

- You're just in time for lunch.

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