THE THING
Screenplay by
Bill Lancaster
From the story "Who Goes There"
by Don A. Stuart
SECOND DRAFT
March 4, 1981
CAST
MACREADY 35. Helicopter pilot. Likes chess. Hates
the cold. The pay is good.
GARRY 46. The station manager. Stiff. Ex-army
officer. Wears a handgun.
CHILDS 33. Six-four. Two-fifty. Black. A
mechanic. Can be jolly. But don't mess.
BLAIR 50. Sensitive. Intelligent. Unassuming.
An assistant biologist.
DR. COPPER 45. Professional. A decent man. A good
doctor.
PALMER 27. Second string chopper pilot. Crack
mechanic. Long hair. Slight sixties acid
damage.
NAULS 22. The cook. Bright. Black. Irreverent.
But kindhearted. Roller skates.
NORRIS 44. Stocky. Rugged looking. A
geophysicist. An incipient heart condition.
BENNINGS 38. A meteorologist. Dutiful. An old pro.
CLARK 24. The dog handler. Likes it here. Good
at his job.
SANCHEZ 21. The radio operator. Hates it here.
Lousy at his job.
In the winter of 1982 these men were commissioned by the
United States National Science Foundation to gather data
concerning the physical and natural sciences on the
continent of Antarctica.
THE MAIN COMPOUND OF U.S. OUTPOST #31
The interior is a cramped and never ending maze of
hallways, passageways and doors which connect the many
rooms and compartments within the compound. Sturdy, but
prefabricated materials have been used in its
construction.
There is a laboratory. An infirmary. A kitchen and mess
hall. A communications room and sleeping quarters. Other
cubicles are for storage and supplies.
The most spacious area of the building, and the main
center of activity, is the Rec Room. Of the many entrance
ways to this room can be seen the small work chambers with
their sophisticated computers and other scientific
equipment.
The below quarter houses the generator and still other
compartments for storage.
A long underground tunnel connects the main compound to
the dog kennel.
FADE IN:
A STARRY BLACKNESS
From out of the billions, the smallest of specks drives
slowly forward. It closes; getting larger; its features
becoming more identifiable: a vessel. Flip-flopping; out
of control. Its stern roaring with flame. It passes; its
blue fire surging into the screen.
"THE THING"
A thundering...
FADE TO:
A BLIND AND FERAL WHITENESS
... Glacial desert... gusts of snow... superimpose:
ANTARCTICA 1982 WINTER
A SOUND
Loud and strident. A helicopter streaks across frame. It
travels precariously close to the ground; its chassis
battered and swayed by the wind.
INT. COPTER
Red dials beam on the faces of two men. One carries a
rifle and searches the horizon with binoculars. The other
pilots. Their unkempt faces, their blazing eyes notate a
wildness. They bark at each other in some Scandinavian
tongue. Two men arguing like mad and desperate children.
The man with the binoculars sights something.
EXT. HORIZON - BINOCULARS' POV - A DOG
It turns and snarls at the craft some fifteen hundred
yards to its rear. Then whirls and gallops off. A gun
blast kicks up snow at its heels.
INT. COPTER
Another blast of rifle fire as the man takes issue with
his prey. The pilot slams a fist into his gunman friend
and implores for better aim. The craft swoops lower and
the engine is put into full throttle.
EXT. HILL - THE DOG
running feverishly up and over a hill of ice. A weather-
beaten, wooden sign sticks up on the other side:
U.S. NATIONAL SCIENCE FOUNDATION -- OUTPOST #31
A rifle blast kicks up more snow.
EXT. COMPOUND OF U.S. OUTPOST #31
A large, almost snow-covered building. Not far from that
a tall, meteorological balloon tower.
A scattering of several small shacks at varying distances
from the main compound. The smaller hovels are connected
by wooden planked walkways and steadying ropes.
Multicolored pennants stick put of the snow marking
pathways and directions to outdoor experiments.
A tractor and two helicopters sit idle, covered with
mounds of continuously mounting snow.
TWO MEN, NORRIS AND BENNINGS
standing some thirty yards from the main building are in
the process of letting up a large red balloon. Childs, a
hefty black man, is twenty yards away tinkering with a
snowmobile. Their beards are caked with ice. It is
winter and it is harsh.
The faint sound of the copter turns their attention.
THE COPTER
flying ever lower now. The man with the gun leans
dangerously outside and fires away at the dog as it nears
the outpost.
THE MEN
outside the compound look to one another, incredulous.
THE COPTER
much too low now, and chastised by the wind, attempts a
high-speed landing, directly on the heels of the sprinting
dog. It bounces violently on the hard-packed surface.
Once. Twice. Passing the dog.
A third bounce sends it skidding. It flips; its blades
snapping off like toothpicks. It lands belly-up,
soundless except for the whine of its engine.
The man with the gun rolls out before the explosion.
INT. MAIN COMPOUND
The half a dozen men, playing cards, monitoring equipment,
listening to music -- spring to their feet, startled.
EXT. COMPOUND
The dog reaches Norris and Bennings, as they awkwardly
wade through the snow, toward the downed copter.
THE SURVIVOR
of the crash, his eyes crazed with determination,
struggles to his feet. Heedless of his companion, he
double-times his way to the men and the dog. He reloads
his gun and bellows in his Scandinavian tongue.
Norris and Bennings have no idea what he is saying.
The survivor waves his arms as if shooting them off,
screaming as he does so; his face now caked with blood.
The two men are bewildered. The dog jumps up, licking and
pawing them, imploring for safety.
Blam!! The visitor fires. The men jump back in
disbelief.
NORRIS
What the fu...
Blam! Blam! The crazed visitor screams and fires as he
stalks after them. His countenance ablaze, mad. Ice and
snow kick up about the terrified Americans. A bullet
smacks into the dog's hip, sending it skidding and howling
in pain.
Childs, the black man by the snowmobile, takes cover,
diving behind his machine.
Bennings is hit. Norris pulls, drags him back toward the
compound. The dog crawls along beside them.
The intruder is relentless in his assail. He runs,
screaming, firing, screaming, reloading and firing.
INT. COMPOUND
Total confusion. Some watch helplessly through the small,
fogged-up and translucent windows. Others try to mobilize
grabbing for their heavy jackets.
CLOSE ON A .357 MAGNUM
as it efficiently breaks through a windowpane and into the
cold. A steady hand grips it firmly.
THE SCANDINAVIAN
getting closer. Kablam! Suddenly, his head jerks back.
He falls to his knees and then face down into the snow.
NORRIS AND BENNINGS
stare blankly, but relievedly at the fallen man. The dog
whimpers in pain.
CHILDS
pokes his head out from under the snowmobile.
INT. MAIN COMPOUND - REC ROOM
The rumbling of voices fades. The men adjust their eyes
to station manager Garry, as he extracts his gun from the
broken window, relieves it of its spent shell and puts it
away.
CUT TO:
EXT. BURNING COPTER
Several men spray snow on the burning wreckage. There is
no hope for the pilot.
CUT TO:
INT. COMPOUND
CLOSE ON THE PALLID FACE OF THE SCANDINAVIAN INTRUDER
A neat round hole is set in the middle of his forehead.
Station manager Garry holds up something akin to an ID.
GARRY
Norwegian... Jans Bolen.
Fuchs, a young and sensitive-looking biologist, stands
closest to the large area map of Antarctica. Several men
sit and stand around viewing the body that lies on two
brought-together card-tables.
FUCHS
Gotta be from the Norwegian camp.
GARRY
How far's that?
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
shit 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.
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
Shit, 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.
INT. MACREADY'S SHACK - CLOSE ON ICE CUBES
being dumped into a glass, followed by the pouring of
whiskey. An electronic Voice is heard.
VOICE
Bishop to knight four.
MacReady takes a sip of his drink; makes his way over to
his electronic chess game. A large Mexican sombrero hangs
on his back. He is tall; about thirty-five. His shack is
sparse but unkempt. A few centerfolds on the wall are
interspersed by an occasional poster of some Mediterranean
or South American paradise.
The chess game is of larger than normal size. The pieces
move automatically with the press of a button. He sits
down and chuckles over his opponent's bad move.
MACREADY
Poor little son of a bitch. You're
starting to lose it, aren't you?
He confidently taps out his move. His companion's
response is immediate.
VOICE
Pawn takes queen at knight four.
MacReady's grin slowly fades as he examines the board.
There is a pounding at his door. MacReady broods for a
bit, heedless of his visitor and makes his next move.
VOICE
Rook to knight six. Check.
More impatient pounding. MacReady glares at his opponent
for a beat. He bends forward, opens up a flap containing
the chess game's circuitry and pours in his drink. There
ensues a snapping, popping sound as smoke and sparks rise
from the machine; followed by a flush of chess gibberish.
MacReady gets up from his seat, mumbling on his way to the
door.
MACREADY
... Cheating bastard...
He opens the door. Norris steps in followed by a flurry
of snow and wind.
NORRIS
You jerking off or just pissed?
MACREADY
We got any more of those electronic
chess things down in supply?
NORRIS
Get your gear on.
MACREADY
What for?
EXT. OUTPOST
One of the grounded choppers is being readied for take-
off. Childs holds a huge industrial torch to the engine,
warming it up.
INT. MAIN COMPOUND - CORRIDOR
Garry, Bennings, Dr. Copper, Palmer and MacReady wind
their way through the slender corridors on their way to
the chopper. Dr. Copper carries a satchel of medicine
supplies. MacReady, going over his flight chart, looks
mad as hell. Dialogue overlaps.
MACREADY GARRY
... Craziness... ... Quit the griping
This is goddamn insane... MacReady. Sooner
you're there -- sooner
you're back.
MACREADY
It's against regulations to go up
this time of year!
DR. COPPER
Screw regulations! Four guys could
be crawling around on their bellies
out there!
MACREADY
So, I don't want to end up crawling
around with them when we go down.
GARRY
Look, if you're going to keep
bitching, MacReady -- Palmer's
offered to take him up...
MACREADY
What are you talking?! He's had two
months training in those choppers!
PALMER
(defiant)
Four!
MACREADY
(to Bennings)
What is it out there, anyway?
Forty-five knots?
BENNINGS
Sixteen.
MACREADY
(disgusted)
And the horse you rode in on.
Sixteen for how long?! You can't
predict this time of year...
INT./ EXT. CHOPPER
Dr. Copper sits next to MacReady, who is at the controls.
MacReady tightens the string of his sombrero around his
neck and starts up its choking engine.
MacReady fights violently with the controls as he
struggles to get the craft into the air. It finally
rights itself and moves up and off into the grey-white
sky.
INT. MAIN COMPOUND
A couple of the men mingle in the area. Clark, the dog
handler, looks out the window.
CLARK
Mac's really taking it up, huh?
The dog, a large bandage on his hip, wades through the
room. Under tables. Past men's legs. It hobbles
slightly. No one takes notice.
CUT TO:
EXT. THE CHOPPER
moves over a ridge of ice. Columns of smoke can be seen
rising ominously from a quarter mile off.
INT. CHOPPER - POINT OF VIEW
As they near, the smoke looms thicker. A black, tar-like
gush; billowing up into the grey sky from the whiteness
below.
EXT. NORWEGIAN CAMP
Smoke climbs upward in the f.g. MacReady sets his craft
down. Pull back to reveal the camp itself: resembling
the aftermath of a western fort, sacked and ravaged by
Indians.
Small fires and debris are strewn everywhere. The prefab
Administration Building exposes gaping holes. Smoke rises
from the almost entirely snow-buried Quonset huts. Embers
swirl in every direction.
INT. CHOPPER
The two men look at each other in silence. They get out.
CLOSE ON A LARGE, MAKESHIFT FUNERAL PYRE
smoldering to a close. A hastily conceived crematorium.
Wood, books, furniture, tires, anything that will burn has
been mixed together with the charred remains of several
dogs and the body of a man.
Curious mounds of a melted and blackened goo are heaped
within the mess.
A small can of gasoline lies nearby. A large oil drum not
far off.
MACREADY AND COPPER
their faces ashen as they take in this grotesque sight.
MacReady turns to view the Norwegian compound. He then
exchanges a look with Copper. MacReady heads back toward
the chopper.
THE CHOPPER
MacReady unhinges the shotgun that is latched to the panel
behind the seats.
EXT. THE MAIN BUILDING - THE DOOR
MacReady and Dr. Copper stand hesitantly amidst the wisps
of snow and embers. MacReady tries the door. It is
unlocked. He slowly pushes it open with his gun. A
creaking. A long pitch-black corridor. Copper shines a
flashlight.
DR. COPPER
Anybody there?!
No answer. Just wind. They exchange a look and enter.
INT. NARROW CORRIDOR
The two men move slowly. It is dank and cold. Their
breath, bleating like exhaust. A soft, steady wind howls
overhead. The flashlight is not much help.
Further down, they hear a faint hissing sound. As they
get closer it more resembles static. The flashlight finds
a door at the end of the corridor. The sputtering static
comes from within.
The face of the door has been shredded. An ax sticks out
from its middle. MacReady wrenches out the ax. There is
blood on it. The men acknowledge this for a beat.
MacReady tries the knob. It opens slightly. Something is
blocking it from the other side.
MACREADY
Anybody in there?!
Nothing.
DR. COPPER
We're Americans!
Nothing.
MACREADY
Come to help you!!
MacReady pushes against the door.
MACREADY
Give me a hand.
They push, shove, grunt. The door gives a bit. Finally
more. It widens enough for MacReady to see that a large
computer-like machine is blocking their path. MacReady
wedges in and shines the flashlight.
It is the communications room. Holes in its roof have
allowed in the freezing cold. The flashlight exposes the
back of the radio chair. One more nudge allows them into
the room.
A beat as they catch their breath. MacReady spots a
Coleman lantern. He lights it with a match. Holds it up.
The brighter light exposes the top of a man's head sitting
in the radio chair.
MACREADY
Hey, Sweden...! You okay?
The chair rocks slightly with the gentle breeze. They
inch closer. A yard from the chair, MacReady stops the
Doctor. He pokes his gun at the chair's back.
MACREADY
Sweden?!
Dr. Copper spots something. From the man's wrist on the
armrest, he follows a long, yarn-thick, red line, ending
in a pool of frozen blood on the floor.
The two men step around the chair. The Norwegian stares
up in blanched death. A gaping black hole for a mouth.
His throat and wrists slit. An old-fashioned straight
razor in his lap.
MacReady turns off the hissing radio, and marches to the
other door. It is locked and barricaded.
DR. COPPER
(more to himself)
My God, what in hell happened here?
MACREADY
Come on, Copper.
The two men free a machine-like obstacle from the other
exit. MacReady opens a lock and pushes the door open.
More blackness. Stronger wind. Copper holds the lantern
high as they make their way down a row of wooden steps and
into a cavernous, underground causeway.
MACREADY
Hey, Sweden!!!
DR. COPPER
(irritated)
They're not Swedish, goddamn it,
they're Norwegian, MacRe --
Whap!! Something slaps into the Doctor's face from the
darkness. The lantern crashes to the ground. The Doctor
stumbles, falls. MacReady grabs the flashlight and whirls
in different directions. A panting beat. Silence.
Dr. Copper holds up what hit him. A thick centerfold,
buffeted by the wind. MacReady takes it.
MACREADY
Norwegian of the Month, Doc.
Harmless.
MacReady pockets it for further viewing.
INT. THE NARROWEST OF CORRIDORS
The supporting beams have long since buckled and cracked
from the constantly moving ice underneath. The evidence
of fire has further weakened the foundations. The wood
creaks overhead. Bits of ice and silt trickle down.
The two men walk hunched, cautious. MacReady gingerly
tries to make his way around a broken and smoldering beam.
He brushes it gently sending a shower of debris from the
yawning roof.
The two men wait until it subsides and then moves on.
Further down. MacReady's knee bumps into something along
the wall, causing him to stumble slightly. He shines his
light on it.
An arm is sticking out of a steel door about three feet
off the ground. The door has been slammed shut. The arm
pinned, its fist still gripping a small welding torch.
The flame long since gone out.
MACREADY
(wincing)
Holy shit...
He tries the door. Unlocked. It opens. The arm drops to
the ground. It has been severed by the force of the slam.
Its owner is nowhere to be seen.
MacReady, sickened, coughs. Dr. Copper mumbles.
DR. COPPER
Christ...
They step over the arm and into another slim passageway.
Moving along they come to rest in front of a door with
Norwegian lettering on it.
MacReady pushes it open with his foot. Dozens of papers
fly about, flailed by the holes in the Quonset hut-style
roof. The place is a wreck. They enter. MacReady
surveying the small room with his flashlight.
DR. COPPER
... Laboratory.
Broken beakers, test tubes, a microscope are illuminated.
MacReady notices a video camera.
MACREADY
Portable video unit.
Copper makes his way over to the main work table. He
shuffles through papers, glancing at the writing.
MACREADY
Anything?
DR. COPPER
All in Norwegian.
Dr. Copper bends down and begins gathering the papers,
strewn about the room.
MACREADY
What are you doing?
DR. COPPER
Could be important work. Might as
well bring it back.
MACREADY
It's getting late. Hurry it. I'm
going to check the last few rooms.
He exits. Amongst the rubble, Dr. Copper finds a pocket
tape recorder and several cassettes. He selects a tape
and is about to pop it in when he senses something to his
rear. He turns. Looks. A beat. Nothing.
INT. HALLWAY
MacReady shoves himself into another room.
INT. ROOM
Debris and wood flush down on him. The receding ceiling
had been blocking the door from above. He brushes his
coat and shines the light upwards.
The ceiling is a shambles. He then shines the light
deeper into the room.
INT. NORWEGIAN LAB
Dr. Copper is playing the small tape recorder. A casual
Norwegian voice drones on as if making notes. He fast
forwards. The same casual drone.
MACREADY (O.S.)
Copper, come here!!
INT. ROOM
Dr. Copper enters, squeezing in, through the door. The
wood cracks overhead. More debris comes falling down.
MACREADY
Careful. It's about to go.
Copper dusts himself. MacReady stands before a huge block
of ice. Fifteen feet long. Six feet wide. Four feet
tall.
It has partially melted, but its thawing process has been
stopped by the now freezing temperatures within the
outpost.
Its one curious feature: the middle has been thawed and
scooped out. Giving it the appearance of a large
bathtub. The two men study it uncomprehendingly.
MacReady's gaze turns to a large metal cabinet at his
left. He moves for a closer look. Several photographs
are pasted to its door. Small snapshots of the Norwegians
at work and play.
He tries to open it. Stuck. The partially caved-in
ceiling is slightly blocking the top of the door. He
tries again, careful not to dislodge the wood and plaster
above. Bits of dust float down.
DR. COPPER
Watch it.
His grip is too strong. It gives suddenly, unexpectedly.
The large metal door flies open.
Large chunks splash from the ceiling. They come thumping
to the floor, behind and in front of the open cabinet
door. MacReady coughs and waves away the dust. He peers
inside. Nothing much. some empty shelves. Some small
scientific gear.
His flashlight then locates a large photograph taped to
the inside of the cabinet door.
It is a picture of five Norwegians, arm in arm, all
smiles, toasting each other. They are on either side of
the frozen block of ice, pridefully displaying it for the
camera. The block looks much thicker. Its interior
opaque.
MacReady looks to the block of ice and then back to the
photograph. He untapes it, pockets it and shuts the door.
An armless corpse swings into his face from behind the
closing door. Dislodged from the ceiling, the body and
MacReady go crashing to the floor.
CUT TO:
INT. U.S. OUTPOST - RECREATION ROOM
The loud beat of Warren Zevon's song, "The Werewolves of
London," can be heard throughout the compound. The room
is empty. Close on a video pong game, its ball of light
lazily traveling back and forth. The dog, its tail
wagging, its bandage on, walks by.
INT. KITCHEN
Zevon's record is blasting from Nauls' stereo. He skates
from the big walk-in freezer and plunks down a large side
of beef on the wood-cutting table to thaw. He skates from
pot to pan keeping time with his sounds.
He smells. Tastes. Adds a little something here, a touch
there. He clearly enjoys his work.
Station Manager Garry stops past the open door.
GARRY
Turn that crap down, Nauls. You can
hear it all over the camp!
NAULS
Oui, Bwana. Can do.
He skates over and turns it down, but not much.
INT. COMMUNICATIONS ROOM
Garry enters and sees that Sanchez has nodded off in front
of his receiver. His headgear is still on. Garry walks
over and turns up the volume, the static jolting Sanchez
awake.
SANCHEZ
Hey, man...!
GARRY
You reach anybody yet?
SANCHEZ
We're a thousand miles from anybody
else, man. It's going to get a hell
of a lot worse before it gets
better.
GARRY
Well, stick to it.
INT. COMPOUND CORRIDOR
An empty hallway. Larger than most. Doors to several
sleeping quarters on either side. The dog slowly walks
through.
One of the doors is open up ahead of his left. The dog
stops in front of it and looks in. Someone is inside.
Inside the small cubicle, a slight portion of a man's back
can be seen as he sits bent over a chair; his large shadow
displayed on the wall.
Back in the corridor. The dog looks up the hall once and
casually to the other end. No one. He enters the room.
The sound of a man's voice, too indistinct to tell whose,
mumbles:
MAN'S VOICE
Hello boy.
A beat.
The sound of a glass breaking. A muffled scuffling. The
door is slammed shut from the inside. And then silence.
CUT TO:
EXT. COMPOUND
Fuchs, the young biologist, is finishing up his daily jog
around the compound. He stops at the end of a long
Quonset hut almost completely buried in the snow. The hut
is fifty yards long and connects to the main compound. He
enters a tunnel from a latch door up top.
INT. TUNNEL
He jogs down the steps, passing the underground dog kennel
and trots toward the compound through the long narrow
tunnel. He passes and waves to Clark, who rolls along a
wheelbarrow of dog food.
CLARK
opens the door to the small kennel and serves up the
dinner. The dogs, about seven of them, yelp and bark
eagerly.
INT. UNDERGROUND PASSAGEWAY
near the fuel supply bladders. Older and more rickety
than the quarters above.
Childs waltzes through, humming, a big smile on his face.
He stops at a door with six locks on it. Different kinds.
Combination locks, key locks, etc. He opens each one
separately.
INT. STORAGE ROOM
Inside are several marijuana plants. Sun lamps beam down
on them. Childs inspects them with a wide grin.
CHILDS
How my brothers and sister doing
today? Doin' fine.
He moves over to a tape deck, selects a cassette, grins
back at the plants and turns it on.
CHILDS
What say to some nice Al Green for
my babies, huh?
He waters them carefully, as Al Green sings softly. He
hears a panting and turns around to see the dog. His
bandage is gone.
CHILDS
What you...? You get the hell on
out of here.
The dog is shooed off. Childs turns back grumbling.
CHILDS
... Comin' in here... goin' to
urinate on my babies.
INT. MAIN COMPOUND - HALLWAY
Blair passing through, holding a chart and carrying a rack
of test tubes, notices a large bandage on the floor. He
picks it up, inquiringly. It is mangled and shredded.
INT. GENERATOR ROOM
Palmer works on the generator. He hears the sound of
approaching propeller blades from outside. And then the
sound of his tool box crashing to the floor. He turns to
see what caused the ruckus.
The dog, who has entered the shed, has jumped on the work
table and upended the tool box on its eagerness to look
out of the above window. Palmer curses under his breath
and calls out.
PALMER
Clark! Will you kennel this goddamn
dog?
(bangs wrench
against pipe)
Hey, Clark?!
THE DOG
It paws at the window and watches as the chopper, carrying
MacReady and Dr. Copper, fights against the newly arrived
heavy winds and lands safely.
INT. STATION MANAGER GARRY'S QUARTERS
Garry, MacReady, Dr. Copper, Norris, Bennings, Blair and
his assistant, Fuchs, are present. The small Norwegian
video unit has been set up and its contents are being
viewed on a TV screen. Grainy, home movie-ish, no sound.
The proceedings are grim.
Shots of the Norwegian's at work. Others of them playing
soccer on ice. Generally the footage is a prosaic record
of their day-to-day life.
Norris shuffles the bundle of notes Dr. Copper brought
back with him.
NORRIS
... Seems they were spending a lot
of time at a place four miles
northeast of their camp.
GARRY
What were they involved in?
MacReady, working on the video machine, answers.
MACREADY
Little ice core drilling... some
seismology... glaciology... same old
shit we do.
The present footage is a shot of them all naked and
probably drunk, holding a sign across their waists as they
stand outdoors in super-freezing weather.
BENNINGS
How much more of this crap is there?
DR. COPPER
About nine more hours.
BENNINGS
We can't learn anything from this.
DR. COPPER
Probably right.
MacReady turns on the light and shuts off the video
machine. He then slides the portable tape deck across the
table to Dr. Copper. They exchange a look.
DR. COPPER
MacReady and I were listening to
some of these cassettes on the way
back.
(somberly)
Like you gentlemen to hear it.
A Norwegian voice drones on calmly, making verbal notes.
Norris shrugs.
BENNINGS
What do you want from us?
MACREADY
(flat)
Just listen.
Dr. Copper fast forwards. The calm voice continues. And
then a loud blast, followed by pounding. The sounds of
confusion. Voices. Loud. Frenetic. Men's feet running
up and down wooden floorboards. A gurgling. A hissing.
Screams. And then a screeching. More blasts mixed with
the din of wild, carnage-wrought cries. And then more
screeching. A screeching unlike anything these men have
ever heard.
The men look from one another in silence as they listen.
Dr. Copper turns it off.
DR. COPPER
Goes on like that quite awhile.
(beat)
What do you gentlemen make of it?
GARRY
Could be anything... Men in
isolation... some beef that
snowballed... got out of hand...
NORRIS
Maybe the whole camp got bent...
Something they ate. What about food
poisoning, Doc?
Dr. Copper taps the tape deck pensively.
DR. COPPER
Maybe.
He glances at MacReady, and then back to the others.
DR. COPPER
There's something else we want you
to see.
INT. INFIRMARY
Dr. Copper and MacReady begin dumping the heavy contents
of a large plastic trash bag onto the slab.
DR. COPPER
We found this.
Displayed on the slab is what appears to be the corpse of
a man. Badly charred. What is left of the trousers and
shoes of the bottom torso are ripped and split, as if his
legs and feet had burst from the inside. His upper body
is an almost undecipherable gnarled mass of protoplasmic
mush.
The head is strangely disfigured and looks larger than
normal. It is situated not on its shoulders but near the
abdomen. Tendon-like appendages are wrapped around the
carcass and sticking up and out in odd postures. One is
wrapped around the body's left leg.
The shirt has been ripped and lies shredded in the tar-
like mess.
The men grimace.
DR. COPPER
I know he's pretty badly burned...
but could fire have done this?
Blair, sickened but fascinated, pokes at the tendon-like
things and the tarry goo.
DR. COPPER
Blair, I'd like you and Fuchs to
help me with autopsies on this one
and the one Garry shot this morning.
INT. REC ROOM - LATER - CLOSE ON A TABLE HOCKEY GAME
Foosball. Nauls and Clark are going at it hot and heavy.
Sanchez sits off in a corner thumbing through an old issue
of Photoplay.
Bennings, Norris and Garry are engaged in a card game.
Bennings is about to play a card when he feels something
under the table. He looks. It is the dog.
BENNINGS
Clark, will you put this mutt with
the others where he belong?!
INT. LAB
larger than most of the other rooms and well-equipped.
Dr. Copper is performing an autopsy on the Norwegian
intruder, killed early that morning.
Blair sits over his microscope, while Fuchs prepares
slides. The other body is draped with a sheet, waiting
its turn. Dr. Copper pulls off his gloves.
DR. COPPER
Nothing wrong with this one.
Physiologically, anyway.
(to Blair)
Find anything toxic?
BLAIR
No drugs... alcohol. Nothing.
INT. TUNNEL
Clark leads the dog through the long, cold tunnel toward
the kennel. A new dressing has been placed on its hip.
He unlatches the door to the kennel and leads him in.
INT. KENNEL
About twenty feet long, five feet wide. Poorly lit.
Cramped with dogs. Some of them sleeping. Others pacing
around and curious, greet their new companion, sniffing,
panting and rubbing up against him. Clark pats the dog
and several others, then leaves, latching the door behind
him.
INT. SLEEPING CUBICLE
Childs lies in his cot watching a small television. The
show is a tape of an American TV game show. He has seen
this one too many times, extracts the cassette and injects
another game show.
Palmer is stretched out in the other cot, reading a comic
book and smoking a joint. Childs beckons for it and takes
a hit.
INT. PUB
A small area, just off the rec room. Set up like a bar.
MacReady is alone looking over the rest of the videotapes
from the Norwegian outpost. Mundane to esoteric chores of
Antarctic camp life. He looks bored.
INT. LAB
Blair, hovering over the microscope, lays in a slide,
focuses and motions for Dr. Copper to take a look.
Copper is confused as he examines. He shrugs.
DR. COPPER
I don't understand.
Fuchs takes the opportunity to look. Blair moves over to
the disfigured corpse and indicates one of the fibrous,
tendon-like appendages.
BLAIR
It's tissue from one of these sinewy
rods.
Fuchs is befuddled as he examines.
FUCHS
What in the world kind of cell
structure is this?
BLAIR
That's the point.
DR. COPPER
(tired)
I don't get you, Blair.
BLAIR
I'm not sure it is any kind of cell
structure. Biologically speaking.
DR. COPPER
(sighing)
This really isn't my field, Blair.
Let's wrap for the day.
Dr. Copper undoes his lab coat and lays it over a chair as
he exits. Blair stares down ominously at the mutilated
body.
EXT. COMPOUND - NIGHT
A steady stream of sleet pounds the compound and small
surrounding shacks.
INT. REC ROOM
Vacant. The wall clock reads four-thirty.
INT. HALLWAY
Sleeping cubicles on either side. The sound of snoring.
INT. PUB
Bleary-eyed, MacReady is in the process of blowing up some
strange inflatable object. As he puffs away, he still
keeps an eye on the Norwegian video tapes. His balloon
begins to take shape. It blossoms into a life-size
replica of a full-breasted woman. Something on the tape
catches his eye. He rewinds, then starts it forward
again.
The screen shows the Norwegians on the surface of what
appears to be an enormous, flat glacier. They are spread
out on the ice around a large odd oval shape; their arms
outstretched.
It fades to black and then a Norwegian comes on mugging
childishly in front of the camera, apparently quite
pleased with something.
The tape fades to black again and the picture reappears.
This time they have marked off the large oval area with
flag sticks.
Closer shots show three of the men digging a deep hole
into the ice. There is a small patch of something dark
and metallic at the bottom.
MacReady leans forward, intrigued.
The men are now sinking something deep into the ice at
various points around the markings. MacReady squints and
mumbles to himself.
MACREADY
Decanite...? Thermite charges...?
The tape jump cuts again showing a long shot of the
markings. No Norwegian in sight. An explosion kicks up
the ice. A beat as the ice sprays to the ground. Then
the camera appears to shake as the ground beneath it
quivers.
Another immense explosion follows. An earthquake-like
force throws the camera to the ground.
MACREADY
What in...
The tape continues, distorted, unviewable. A distinct
crack in the lens. MacReady lets go of his companion and
quickly rewinds. The deflating mannequin is sent
sputtering around the room.
INT. KENNEL - NIGHT
Most of the dogs are sleeping or lounging. The new dog
watches them calmly, silently.
He takes several steps towards a group of about five dogs
and sits upright. Completely still. He stares at them.
A beat. The dogs are aware of something. They begin to
seem a bit confused, uncomfortable.
The new dog continues to stare. Sitting rigidly,
unnaturally still. His eyes dead, lusterless black
spheres.
Bewildered, a few dogs start to pace. As if sensing
something: a portent. A danger. But so odd. They begin
a soft, purring growl.
The new dog remains a statue. The growling builds. More
dogs begin to pace. Nervously. Faster, encircling.
Emitting hisses, snarls. The lack of response driving
them into a frenzy.
Barks. Growls. More frenetic pacing. The din
escalating. Three dogs start to close in on the stranger.
They attack.
THE SHADOW OF THE NEW DOG
against the kennel wall. The shadow suddenly lurches
upward, seeming larger.
The kennel roars.
INT. PUB
MacReady is still going over bits of the same footage,
fascinated. He hears the far-off clamor of the dogs.
INT. NAULS' QUARTERS
He, too, bothered by the noise, tosses and turns in his
sleep.
INT. CLARK'S QUARTERS
Clark snores. MacReady has entered.
MACREADY
Clark.
No response. MacReady nudges him. Clark rolls away,
annoyed.
MacReady pinches his snoring nose, cutting off the air.
Clark sits up, groggy.
MACREADY
Dogtown's going nuts. Take care of
it.
INT. TUNNEL
Clark, sleepy, irritated, makes his way down the freezing
corridor. The wind soughing loudly overhead.
CLARK
reaches the kennel door. The savage outpouring of noise
from within baffles and angers him. He unlatches the
door.
CLARK
What's got into...
Smack! Just as he opens the door, two dogs, as if
jettisoned from a cannon, knock him off his feet. Growls,
barks, snarls. And a screeching from within.
INT. KITCHEN
MacReady is fetching himself a beer. The sound of the
far-off screeching. He freezes. A beat. He turns and
sprints.
HIS BEER CAN
as it smashes the glass of the fire alarm. He pulls the
lever.
INT. TUNNEL
The alarm is blaring throughout the camp. MacReady,
Garry, Norris run through the narrow tunnel led by Clark.
MacReady carries a shotgun. Garry, half-dressed, has his
.44. Clark, a fire ax.
CLARK
I don't know what the hell's in
there, but it's weird and pissed
off, whatever it is.
INT. HALLWAY
Chaos. Men, half-naked, bounce from their cubicle.
Pulling on their pants, digging into shoes.
INT. CHILDS' CUBICLE
Childs is grappling with his belt buckle.
CHILDS
Mac wants the what?!
BENNINGS
(at the doorway)
That's what he said. Now! Move!
Bennings is off.
INT. TUNNEL
as the men approach the locked kennel door. The two dogs,
thrown into Clark, back ferociously and scratch at the
door trying to get back in. One is badly bloodied.
The fight inside rages on. MacReady and Clark brace
themselves by the narrow door. Norris and Garry hold back
the two hysterical dogs. Clark undoes the latch and he
and MacReady enter the kennel.
The light has been broken and it is pitch black. MacReady
snaps on his flashlight. Norris and Garry can't contain
their animals and the dogs burst into the room. They
smash into MacReady and send him sprawling. Total
confusion: the dogs; the men; the screeching; the
blackness.
CLARK
Mac, where are you?
MacReady gropes for his flashlight and rights himself. He
finds Clark. Then shines it around the cramped room
trying to get his bearings.
The light finds a mass of dogs in a wild melee in the
corner.
Barking mixed with hissing, a gurgling, a screeching.
Dogs being hurled about and then charging back into the
fray with a vengeance.
The flashlight illuminates parts of some "thing." A dog.
But not quite. Impossible to tell. It struggles
powerfully. Garry pokes his head into the blackness.
GARRY
What's going on, damn it?
MacReady aims his shotgun at the entire pack.
MACREADY
I'm going to shoot.
CLARK
No! Wait!!
Clark wades into the pack, grabs at dogs' hides and throws
them back. He then wields his ax into the fray, chopping
and hacking away at the gurgling, hissing silhouette.
From out of nowhere, a large, bristly, arachnid-like leg
springs up and wraps around Clark's ax. It sends Clark
smashing violently into the wall.
OUTSIDE
More men running, nearing the kennel. Several squeezing
in with Garry, trying to get a look.
INSIDE
MacReady fires several rounds. A dog is flung at him,
knocking him and his flashlight once more to the ground.
Garry squeezes in and begins blasting away in the
direction of the hissing and screeching. A dog is hit.
MacReady crawls for his flashlight.
MACREADY
Clark? Where are you? Clark!
Blam. Blam. Garry continues firing at the silhouette.
INT. TUNNEL
Childs, huffing and puffing, lugs the huge industrial
torch toward the crowded kennel doorway.
CHILDS
What's happening?
MACREADY (O.S.)
Childs, you got the torch? You get
your ass in here!!
INT. KENNEL
Childs scrunches in, disoriented by the blackness, and
bumps into Garry, knocking him off balance.
CHILDS
Where are you?
MacReady signals with his flashlight and then points it at
the gathering of snarling dogs.
MACREADY
Torch it over there!
CHILDS
The dogs?
MACREADY
Screw the dogs!! Torch it!!
Childs lets loose with a burst of blue flame. A mewing, a
screeching.
Part of the kennel starts to burn.
GARRY
(panic)
We're on fire!
MACREADY
Don't let up, Childs!
GARRY
(to outside)
Extinguishers.
Childs moves closer, continuing his assault on the
hissing, gurgling presence.
Men charge into the room and begin spraying dogs and
burning walls. Dogs and men choke and cough amidst the
smoke and CO2.
The screeching lessens. The hissing and gurgling fade.
Childs turns off his torch.
CUT TO:
INT. REC ROOM - NEXT MORNING
Those of the men that have gathered exhibit a pale and
quiet uneasiness.
Blair, in silent awe, stands over the badly burned corpses
of two interlocking dogs, that lie before him on a table.
They are connected as if they were one animal. Though,
the one wearing the remnants of Clark's bandage is much
larger and appears less dog-like. Its entire torso is
cracked and peeled, as if its innards were trying to burst
out.
Odd appendages, recoiled and withered by the flame, are
wrapped grotesquely about both bodies.
Clark, his eyes set in glassy stare, sits in shock. Nauls
comforts him. Childs stands nearby smoking a joint and
staring at the floor.
Blair, transfixed, continues hovering over the united
cadavers. Weighing. Thinking. A very worried look on
his face.
The dead bodies of two other dogs from the kennel are not
far off.
INT. INFIRMARY
Fuchs is attending to the shredded bodies of three other
badly wounded dogs.
INT. REC ROOM
Nauls pats Clark on the shoulder and grins, trying to pick
up his spirits.
NAULS
It's okay now, man. It's dead.
It's over.
(beat)
You see.
Clark turns to him with a childlike smile.
CLARK
I know. Mr. Childs killed it. I
saw.
NAULS
Right, man. Right.
INT. SMALL WORKROOM
Norris is going through some maps. MacReady is bent over
his shoulder. Norris finds the one he's looking for.
NORRIS
Here. This is where they were
spending most of their time.
Bennings pokes his head in the room.
BENNINGS
Pretty nasty out, Mac. Thirty-five
knots.
MACREADY
Screw it, I'm going up anyway.
INT. MAIN COMPOUND - MORNING
Station Manager Garry has joined Blair by the stuck-
together bodies. Blair motions to the bandage.
BLAIR
Was that dog, the Norwegian dog?
GARRY
I just can't comprehend any of this.
It was just a dog.
CHILDS
(evenly)
"tweren't no dog, Bwana.
BLAIR
That tape MacReady showed us this
morning...
GARRY
Couldn't make much of it myself.
BLAIR
I've asked him to try and locate the
site. Okay with you?
GARRY
Sure. You think there's a
connection?
BLAIR
Maybe.
EXT. CHOPPER
high above the Antarctic expanse.
INT. CHOPPER
MacReady pilots. Young Palmer and Norris are with him.
It is clear but the winds are troublesome. The ride is a
shaky one. Norris refers to their map. He points.
NORRIS
One of their sites would be directly
over here.
They aim for a large mountainous wall. As they go up and
over... they see:
A FLAT, GLACIAL EXPANSE
On the surface, an enormous blackened oval shape.
INT. U.S. OUTPOST #31 - LAB
All the bodies of the dogs have been brought in. Fuchs
stands by as Blair studies through his microscope.
INSERT - A MICROSCOPIC SAMPLING
of two cells. They appear to be much different from each
other. They are joined at the ends but are completing the
process of breaking off from each other.
ON BLAIR
A disturbed look on his face. He checks his watch, as if
timing the procedure.
EXT. GLACIER - TRACKING WITH MACREADY, NORRIS AND PALMER
as they walk along the ice. They come to a stop at the
edge of a sharp drop.
Pull back to reveal -- the massive black hole about
fifteen feet beneath the ice. Charred, gnarled and
mangled metal are all that is left of what was once an
enormous sphere.
MacReady's and Norris' eyes meet each other in silence.
Palmer is in awe.
PALMER
Wow...
MacReady finds a burst thermite canister. He and Norris
climb down.
They move along amongst the wreck. Almost everything but
the skeletal superstructure has disintegrated into a fine
ashy powder.
Norris digs for ice samples at the perimeter of the
wreckage, while MacReady browses through the center.
Palmer continues to marvel, as he walks around the oval,
atop the ice.
MacReady returns and kneels down next to Norris as the
latter examines a piece of metal.
NORRIS
Magnesium of some type... or some
kind of strange alloy.
(looks out at debris
in disgust)
And those poor dumb bastards had to
go and blow the hell out of it.
MACREADY
So what do you make of it?
NORRIS
You know damn well what we both make
of it.
MACREADY
No chance it could have been some
new kind of test craft?
Norris shakes his head no.
NORRIS
Seismic activity has been pushing
this are up from way down for a long
time...
(holds up ice
sample)
... This ice it was buried in...
It's over a hundred thousand years
old.
Palmer calls out, waving them over.
EXT. GLACIER
The two men join Palmer about fifty yards from the oval.
A large rectangular chunk has been cut out of the ice. It
is fifteen feet long, six feet wide and eight feet deep.
MacReady kneels down to observe. A beat.
A gust of wind picks up the snow at their feet.
CUT TO:
INT. REC ROOM - NIGHT
Fascinated, a few of the men are reviewing the Norwegian
video tapes of the finding of the mysterious craft.
MacReady sits quietly by his chess set contemplating a
large glass of Scotch. Clark, less interested than the
others, is flipping through the Norwegian nudie magazine.
Blair, looking worried, sits off in a corner, pondering
the photo of the block of ice and fingering a piece of
crumbled-up metal brought back from the site.
Childs, viewing the tapes, can't quite believe it all.
CHILDS
Okay now, Mac, run this by me again.
Thousands of years ago this rocket
ship crashes, right...? And the...
MacReady is not listening.
CHILDS
MacReady!
MACREADY
Look, I'm just guessing...
CHILDS
Well, go on.
INT. KITCHEN
Nauls, about to prepare dinner, scowls as he rummages
through his many cabinets.
NAULS
Where's that big ol' steel pot of
mine?! Damn!
He turns to examine the cabinets above the large stove.
He spots something in the nearby kitchen trash can.
Disgusted, he pulls out a torn and shredded pair of long
johns.
INT. REC ROOM
MacReady theorizes.
MACREADY
... So it crashes, and this guy,
whoever he is, gets thrown out, or
walks out, and ends up freezing.
CHILDS
I just can't believe this voodoo
bullshit. You believe this voodoo
bullshit, Blair?
Blair says nothing, lost in thought.
Palmer, stoned, a joint dangling from his mouth, is
searching for information through stacks of old issues of
The National Enquirer and The Star.
PALMER
(rambling)
Happens all the time, man. They're
falling out of the skies like flies.
Government knows all about it...
Chariots of the Gods, man... They
practically own South America. I
mean they taught the Incas
everything they knew...
CHILDS
Cool it, Palmer!!
Palmer shakes a magazine at him adamantly.
PALMER
Read von Daniken! Have you read von
Daniken? Get your facts straight!
Clark marvels at a particular photo.
CLARK
Jesus, why would those guys ever
want to leave Norway...?
Nauls skates into the room. He shakes the crumpled-up
pair of long johns in his fist.
NAULS
Which one you muthers been tossing
his dirty underwear in the kitchen
trash?!
He flings it across the room. It lands on MacReady's
chess set.
NAULS
I want my kitchen clean. Germ free!
Nauls spins on his skates and storms off. MacReady
fetches the strangely shredded underwear and rolls it up,
while Childs paces.
CHILDS
So, MacReady, come on now. These
Norwegian dudes come by... find him
and dig him up...
MacReady tosses the ball of cloth across the room into a
trash bin.
MACREADY
Yeah, they dig him up and cart him
back. He gets thawed out, wakes up
and scares the shit out of them.
And they get into one hell of a
brawl...
CHILDS
Now how's this motherfucker wake up
after thousands of years in the ice,
huh?
MACREADY
(annoyed)
I don't know how. Because he's
different than we are. Because he's
a space guy. What do you want from
me, anyway. Go ask Blair.
CHILDS
You buy any of this, Blair?
A beat as Blair stares straight ahead, transfixed. He
speaks softly, to no one particular.
BLAIR
It was here... got to that dog... It
was here in this camp...
The men take in his grave countenance.
GARRY
So...? So what? It's over with.
Blair turns to them. A pause. The men search his face.
BENNINGS
(edgy)
Well, isn't it?
INT. LAB - CLOSE ON A SHEET
as Blair rips it off exposing the tangled mess of
interlocking dogs.
Pull back. All the men have gathered. Some of the men
settle into chairs, others stand.
BLAIR
Whatever that Norwegian dog was...
It... It was capable of changing its
form...
(indicates their dog)
... when it attacked our dog... it
somehow was able to digest... or...
absorb it... and in the process
shaped its own cells to imitate our
dog's cells exactly...
(holds up gooey dog
leg)
... This for instance isn't dog at
all -- it's imitation... We got to
it before it had time to finish
or...
NAULS
Finish what?
BLAIR
... I think the whole process would
have taken an hour... maybe more.
And then I suppose both would have
changed back to dog form.
PALMER
Well, that Thing in the ice sure
weren't no dog.
BLAIR
(impatient)
Of course not... But whatever it was
revived, it... Well, The Thing was
probably disoriented... and realized
it couldn't survive for long in our
atmosphere... But being the
incredibly adaptable creature it
was... it tried to become something
that could... Before the Norwegians
killed it... it somehow got to this
dog.
CLARK
What do you mean "got" to the dog?
BLAIR
It was a life form that was able to
imitate and reproduce, whatever it
ate or absorbed, cell for cell.
Silence.
BLAIR
The concept is staggering. I
know... I... I don't fully
understand it myself.
CHILDS
(skeptically, points)
You're saying... that big muther in
the ice, became the dog.
BLAIR
(nodding)
I think we're talking about an
organism... that could imitate other
life forms... perfectly... It could
have gone on and on... It could have
become one dog... It could have
become as many dogs as it wanted to
-- and without losing any of its
original mass...
NORRIS
You been into Childs' weed, Blair?
Blair slams his fist on the slab.
BLAIR
Look, I know it's hard to believe...
GARRY
(breaking in)
So what's our problem?
BLAIR
Well... there's still some cell
activity... it's not entirely dead
yet.
Several of the men nearest the carcasses jump back
knocking over a chair.
CUT TO:
EXT. COMPOUND - NIGHT - CLOSE ON THE DOG CARCASSES
lying on the snow. Splash. They are being soaked with
gasoline.
FUCHS (O.S.)
(in violent
protestation)
You can't do this! You can't burn
these remains...
Pull back. Fuchs is beside himself. Childs has the large
torch. MacReady empties another can on the bodies. Dr.
Copper stands nearby.
MACREADY
And the horse you rode in on, Fuchs.
(to Childs)
Light it up.
Childs lights the tip. Fuchs makes a determined move for
the torch.
FUCHS
Well, I'm not going to let this
happen...
Childs struggles with him for a beat and then flings him
to the ground. Dr. Copper grabs him preventing him from
getting back up.
Childs splays the remains with a jet of flame. Fuchs
shakes his head in frustration and disgust.
FUCHS
I just can't believe it... We're
going to go down as the biggest
bunch of assholes in history...
MACREADY
Fuck history. At least we're going
to live to be an old bunch of
assholes.
CUT TO:
INT. KENNEL - NIGHT
The night feeding. Clark dishes out the food. Blair is
taking blood samples from the remaining three dogs.
BLAIR
(perplexed, bothered)
Clark, did you notice anything
strange about that dog? Just
anything at all? Any little thing?
CLARK
No. Just that he recovered real
quick... That night when I found him
in the rec room, he had already
scraped off his bandage. Before I
put him with the others, I redressed
his wound and noticed it had healed
up real good...
A beat as Blair stares at Clark.
BLAIR
That night?
CLARK
(pets dog vigorously)
Yeah.
BLAIR
What was he doing in the rec room?
CLARK
Well, after I worked on him --
thought I'd let him rest. Left the
room for a bit. When I came back,
he was gone.
BLAIR
Well, where was he? Where did he
go?
CLARK
Don't know. Looked for him for a
bit... couldn't find him.
BLAIR
(a long beat)
You're saying he wasn't put into the
kennel until the night?
Clark seems uneasy under Blair's intense gaze.
CLARK
Well... yeah.
Blair stands, his eyes still glued to Clark.
BLAIR
How long were you with the dog?
Alone, I mean?
CLARK
Ah... He was hurt bad. Bullet
nicked an artery... I don't know...
An hour... hour and a half...
Blair's eyes glaze as if in revelation.
CLARK
What the hell you looking at me like
that for?
BLAIR
Nothing. Nothing at all.
He backs out of the kennel.
INT. HALLWAY - COMPOUND
Irritated, distressed, station manager Garry moves briskly
down the hall. Blair, worried and pale, tries to keep up
with him.
BLAIR
... It could have gotten to
somebody...
GARRY
Anybody sick?
BLAIR
No, I... I don't mean infection...
or disease...
Garry stops at the entrance to the communications room.
GARRY
Any luck yet?
Sanchez shrugs.
SANCHEZ
Couple seconds of an Argentine disco
station.
GARRY
Well, stick with it. I want you at
it round the clock. We got to get
help in here...
BLAIR
(alarm)
No... No, you can't let anyone in
here... That dog was all over this
camp...
Bennings interrupts, entering the hallway, referring to
his meteorological chart.
BENNINGS
(to Garry)
Travel-wise, tomorrow may be okay.
But after that some pretty nasty
northeasterly shit's coming in.
FUCHS
... Goddamn fools...
The men outside come stomping through the hallway.
BLAIR
(pleading)
Listen to me, Garry. Please...
GARRY
(to MacReady)
If the weather clears enough before
we reach anybody -- I'm sending you
and Doc up to MacMurdo...
BLAIR MACREADY
No! You can't let I ain't going anywhere
people leave... in anything over forty
knots, Garry...
GARRY
(snapping)
The hell you won't, MacReady!
BLAIR
Don't you understand?! That Thing
didn't want to become a dog...
GARRY
(fed up)
Damn you, Blair! You've already got
everybody half-hysterical around
here.
BLAIR
You can't let anybody leave!
GARRY
I've got six dead Norwegians on my
hands, a burned up flying saucer,
and we've just destroyed the
scientific find of the century. Now
fuck off!
Close on Blair, ashen-faced, falling silent. As if in a
daze, he watches the men as they continue to converse.
Suspicious, frightened.
CUT TO:
EXT. COMPOUND - NIGHT
Pitch black except for the barest of lighting which
outlines the building. Wind. The swirl of ice.
INT. MACREADY'S CABIN - NIGHT
Far away from the others, MacReady sits in his little
hovel putting the final screw into his mended chess set.
On the other side of the set, his busty, inflatable
companion has been propped up in a chair. His sombrero
hangs down her back, keeping her in place. Hawaiian music
plays from his tape deck.
MACREADY
All set.
He puts down his screwdriver, holds up his glass and
offers a toast with a big grin.
MACREADY
To us.
He clinks the drink he has made for her that rests on her
side of the board. He sips. He turns on the machine and
makes his first move.
MACREADY
Now go easy on me, Esperanza. I'm
just a beginner.
The set answers for Esperanza.
CHESS VOICE
Rook takes bishop at Queen four --
Rook take pawn at Queen two --
Rook takes Queen at Queen one --
Checkmate.
MACREADY
Aw shit.
He flips open the circuitry panel in disgust. He tosses
his screwdriver on the board and grabs his drink, downing
it.
MACREADY
Sorry, hon.
He reaches inside his ice bucket. Empty.
MACREADY
Never any damn ice around here...
EXT. MACREADY'S CABIN - NIGHT
MacReady exits. He swacks at a nearby bank of ice with a
small ice pick.
MACREADY
Now in Mexico... Tahiti... They got
ice... They got ice coming out of
their ears.
The sound of a clanking. He turns his attention. Metal
against metal. Strange. MacReady listens. It appears to
be coming from far off below, near the camp.
MACREADY
as he makes his way down with the aid of the steadying
ropes. The clanking louder now. He senses the direction.
MACREADY
at the bottom near the main compound. The sound has
stopped. He looks around in the near blackness. A beat.
THE CHOPPERS
sitting idle in the dark. MacReady approaches. The door
to one of the cockpits is slightly ajar. He opens it
cautiously.
INT. CHOPPER
MacReady slips in. He turns on a flashlight. The
controls have been mangled. Beaten with something heavy.
Bang!! MacReady, startled, turns. Like the sound of a
gun. Coming from the main compound.
INT. COMPOUND - MAIN ENTRANCE
Confusion. Shouts. MacReady enters. He grabs Palmer as
he and Bennings rush by.
MACREADY
What's...
PALMER
Blair. He's gone berserk.
BENNINGS
He's in the radio room. Got a gun.
Beat on Sanchez something fierce.
HALLWAY - RADIO ROOM ENTRANCE
The men are on either side of the open radio room doorway.
Garry peeks his head in. A gunshot blast forces him back.
RADIO ROOM
Sanchez lies on the floor, groaning. Blair holds the gun
on the door. He wields a fire ax with the other hand and
smashes down on the radio.
BLAIR
Anybody interferes, I'll kill!
Nobody's getting in or out of this
camp...
HALLWAY
MacReady has joined the others.
MACREADY
He smashed one of the choppers up
good. Childs, go check the other
one and the tractor.
Childs is off.
RADIO ROOM
Blair crunches the ax down once again, while keeping an
eye on the door.
BLAIR
... You think I'm crazy? Fine!
Most of you don't know what's going
on -- but I'm damn well sure some of
you do!
(crunch)
BACK TO HALLWAY
NORRIS
The back window. A couple of us
could maybe surprise him.
MACREADY
Too damn dangerous.
BACK TO RADIO ROOM
BLAIR
... You think this Thing wants to
become an animal? Dogs can't make
it 1000 miles to the sea. No skua
gulls to imitate this time of
year... No penguins this far
inland... Don't you understand?! It
wanted to become us!
He brings the ax down hard on the radio.
BACK TO HALLWAY
Childs runs up, out of breath.
CHILDS
He got both choppers and the
tractor... I don't know how bad yet.
Garry readies his large .357 Magnum.
MACREADY
No, wait a minute.
(to Norris)
The fuse box.
Norris double-times down the hall.
MacReady turns the corner and into the rec room. He grabs
one of the thick card tables.
MacReady returns with the table to the hallway.
BLAIR
... Can't you see...? If one cell
of this Thing got out it could
imitate every living thing on Earth.
Nothing could stop it! Nothing!
MACREADY
(humoring)
Look Blair, maybe you're right about
this. But we've got to be rational.
We've got to talk this over. I'm
unarmed and I'm coming in.
BLAIR
No, you're not! I don't trust any
of you!
NORRIS
reaches the fuse box. He opens it.
HALLWAY
MacReady readies the table like a shield.
MACREADY
If you're right we've all got to
stick together.
The lights go out. MacReady charges into the black room.
Blair fires. MacReady barrels into him, knocking him to
the ground. He pummels him with a right hand and manages
to control the gun.
The others dive in and pile on.
CUT TO:
EXT. COMPOUND
Heavily-clothed, MacReady, Fuchs and Dr. Copper help a
dazed Blair to a toolshed some seventy-five yards from the
main compound.
INT. TOOLSHED
More spacious than MacReady's. Very livable. Two
windows. Blair has been placed on the cot. Dr. Copper
injects him with a sedative.
BLAIR
Why am I here?
DR. COPPER
It's for your own protection, Blair.
MACREADY
And mainly ours.
EXT. SHACK
Fuchs and MacReady nail boards over the windows.
MACREADY
Leave a bit of an opening so he can
see out.
Blair's droopy-eyed, heavily drugged features loom up at
MacReady through the window.
MACREADY
How you doin', old boy?
BLAIR
(softly)
I don't know who to trust.
MACREADY
(humoring)
Know what you mean, Blair. Trust is
a tough thing to come by these days.
Just trust in the Lord.
BLAIR
(beat)
Watch Clark.
MACREADY
What?
BLAIR
Watch him close. Ask him why he
didn't kennel the dog.
Blair's face disappears from the window.
CUT TO:
EXT. COMPOUND - DAY
Harsh and grey. Getting very dark as winter takes a
stronger hold. Bennings is dumping the trash in a large
hole in the snow which acts as the trash dump.
Bennings finishes and drags the empty bins past Palmer and
Childs, who are fixing the wounded choppers.
INT. RADIO ROOM
The radio looks a mess. Norris and Sanchez, a bandage
wrapped around his head, examines the damage. He is in
pain and still looks a little groggy.
SANCHEZ
I'll see what I can do. But they
didn't teach me much about fixing
these things.
Norris smiles and pats him comfortingly.
NORRIS
They didn't teach you much about
working them either.
INT. MESS HALL - MORNING
CLOSE ON A BUFFET OF EGGS, BACON, TOAST, ETC.
Pull back. The men help themselves. It is a cramped,
elongated room.
Dr. Copper approaches Nauls and hands him a capsule.
DR. COPPER
Put this in Blair's juice before you
take him his tray.
Clark comes running into the room, pallid, out of breath.
The men turn to look.
CLARK
The dogs...
CUT TO:
INT. THE KENNEL
Empty. Clark and Garry examine the latch of the kennel
door.
GARRY
Doesn't look broken.
CLARK
No. Door was wide open. I know I
latched it.
EXT. COMPOUND ABOVE THE UNDERGROUND KENNEL
CLOSE ON THE DOGS' TRACKS in the snow. They lead from the
kennel's open stairwell and out onto the ice. All the men
have gathered.
CLARK
All three of them took off.
MacReady is writing down what appears to be a list on a
pad.
DR. COPPER
How long do you suppose they've been
gone?
CLARK
I haven't seen them since their last
feeding. Could be as much as
twenty-four hours.
MACREADY
They couldn't have gotten that far
in this weather.
Garry and several others turn to MacReady quizzically.
GARRY
You're not thinking of going after
them, are you?
MACREADY
I am going after them.
NORRIS
What in the hell for? Even if
Blair's right -- they'll just die
out there. No food. They're over a
thousand miles from anything.
PALMER
Chopper aren't going to be ready for
days.
MacReady hands his list to Bennings.
MACREADY
Get these things out of supply and
meet me over by the snowmobiles.
GARRY
You're not going to catch them in
one of those with the start they
got.
MACREADY
Palmer, how long would it take you
to strap those big four-cylinder
carburetors on?
PALMER
(grins)
Oh, I got you. Not too long.
MACREADY
Then get a move on. Childs, come
with me.
He puts his arm around Childs and pulls him along. The
others watch them walk off, a little bewildered.
GARRY
(shouting after
them)
Besides, what are you going to do
when you catch up to them?
Bennings is reading MacReady's list.
BENNINGS
Holy shit.
(hands list to Garry)
Whatever he's going to do, he ain't
fucking around.
EXT. OUTDOOR WORK AREA - CLOSE ON THE BARREL
of the large torch. A fierce stream of flame bursts from
its nozzle.
Pull back. The stream has shot out some fifteen feet.
Childs has been modifying it.
CHILDS
I can get maybe another five or six
feet out of it.
MACREADY
That's good enough.
CLOSE ON PALMER
as he works on the snowmobiles. Into frame rolls a
wheelbarrow on sleds. A box marked DYNAMITE is its most
prominent article. Pull back. Bennings reads off the
list of supplies.
BENNINGS
All right... Box of dynamite... box
of thermite... three shotguns... box
of flares... two flare guns...
thirty cans gasoline... and a case
of alcohol.
MACREADY
Let's load 'em.
EXT. ANTARCTICA - ICESCAPE
The two vehicles rip across the hard, flat ice, bolstered
by the added horsepower. They follow the still visible
dog tracks in the snow.
CUT TO:
THE SUN
sliding across the horizon, signaling midday. The
snowmobiles whoosh past. Bennings drives the one loaded
with supplies. MacReady and Childs double up on the
other.
CUT TO:
MACREADY
steadying his binoculars, while Childs drives, spots
something up ahead. The vehicles slow down and come to a
halt. Something lies just ahead of them in the whiteness,
in the middle of the dog tracks.
THE MEN
kneel down by the "something." It is the half-eaten
remains of a dog. Its hind legs and lower stomach picked
clean. Its ripped hide, flapping in the wind. Its top
half missing.
CHILDS
What is it?
MacReady follows the line of continuing dog tracks.
MACREADY
Maybe dinner.
BENNINGS
Dogs don't eat each other.
MACREADY
(beat)
I know.
CHILDS
Where's the other half?
MACREADY
Probably the next meal.
MacReady moves to the snowmobile and grabs a two-gallon
can of gasoline. He turns to Bennings.
MACREADY
Where these tracks headed?
BENNINGS
Nowhere... Just straight to the
ocean.
A beat as MacReady takes this in. He pours the gas over
the remains and sets it aflame.
MACREADY
Let's move.
Childs and Bennings are not that anxious to continue.
CHILDS
They could be hours ahead of us,
Mac.
BENNINGS
Gonna get dark soon, too. Supposed
to be fifty below tonight.
MacReady gets on and revs up the engine.
MACREADY
Turn back if you want.
Childs and Bennings return shrugs.
CUT TO:
THE SUN
making its last pass, rolling off the horizon. Only a
slight orange hue left.
CUT TO:
THE SNOWMOBILES
move slower, positioned on either side of the tracks. The
tracks abruptly change direction. The men come to a stop.
It is much colder now. Their beards, a mask of white
powder.
MacReady surveys the new direction. They are headed
toward a far-off ridge of bluffs. Large, windswept mounds
of ice.
CUT TO:
THE SNOWMOBILES
as they move through a valley of newly-formed dunes and
tall ice cliffs. The last of the sun obscured, the
headlamps are turned on and pointed at the tracks.
The men look behind, in front, and from side to side, as
they proceed cautiously through the maze. Up ahead
MacReady spots:
A DOG
It sits, its back to them, unconcerned, heedless of their
arrival. It is munching on the other half of the dog
carcass.
The men stop their machines some twenty yards from it.
They are hemmed in at the valley's narrowest point.
Childs, carrying the torch, and MacReady, armed with a
thermite bomb, wade awkwardly but carefully toward the
animal in their snowshoes. Bennings stands back by the
snowmobiles.
Childs and MacReady spread out some dozen feet from the
dog. It continues to pay them no mind, content to chew
its food.
CHILDS
Where's the other one?
Bennings surveys the tops of the snow bluffs that encircle
them with his flashlight.
MACREADY
(to dog)
Where's your buddy, boy? Huh?
No response. MacReady searches the near vicinity with his
light. All three are growing uneasy.
MACREADY
Let that thing fly, Childs. Don't
let up until he's ash.
Childs turns on the gas and lights the tip.
Bennings is still watching the bluffs. Something from
beneath the snow reaches up and grabs his feet. He is
ripped back down through the hard snow in one incredibly
powerful motion. He screams, his head the only thing
sticking out of the ice.
Childs and MacReady turn, confused, unable to see anything
be Bennings' screaming head. They rush toward him.
MacReady stumbles.
The sound of a snapping, a crackling to MacReady's rear.
He freezes; turns back to the dog. Its back is still to
him; its coat of hair sticking up like that of a
porcupine. It snarls; its face turns slowly toward him.
Its skin splitting; its mouth ripping open wildly.
MACREADY
Childs!!
Childs stops, confused as to who to help first. He
notices the dog hunched and ready to spring. He steps
back toward MacReady. The dog/Thing leaps for MacReady;
an incredible jump of some twenty feet.
Childs lets loose a blast, hitting the dog in midair; the
force of the spray knocking it back and tumbling to the
ice in flames.
MacReady throws his thermite canister. It discharges and
engulfs the screeching animal in fire.
BENNINGS
howling in pain. The ice underneath him thrashes
violently. Childs and MacReady stand by helplessly,
unable to see what has him or what action to take. Childs
moves closer to help.
MACREADY
(pulls him back)
Stay back!!
Bennings' head disappears with a sudden jerk through the
ice. The ice continues to rumble like boiling water,
moving in different directions. Part of Bennings' body
pops up in a different area and is just as quickly pulled
back down.
MacReady and Childs watch on in frustration and anger.
CHILDS
What we going to do?!
MACREADY
How the fuck do I know?!
Bennings' head and shoulders then surface near one of the
snowmobiles. Something has him. Unclear as to what. The
jowls of a dog. But huge. Bennings' heavy clothing
begins to rip, tear, as if his skin underneath was bulging
out. The jowls seem to be absorbing his head.
MacReady runs for the snowmobile.
MACREADY
Torch them!!
CHILDS
But...
MACREADY
He's gone already! Do it!
Childs blasts away. The ice begins to melt as Bennings
and whatever has him catch fire. A screeching.
MacReady grabs cans of gas from the snowmobiles. Suddenly
a steel-like, arachnid-shaped arm shoots out in pain and
with incredible force pierces the fiberglass chassis of
the snowmobile. MacReady is knocked back. He recovers
and dumps cans of gasoline on the writhing mess.
He dives and rolls away from the lunging appendage.
He and Childs watch on as Bennings and The Thing roar in
flame. Behind them, the other dog/Thing continues to
burn. The screeching, mewing and gurgling wails on, all
about them.
They look to each other in disbelief, their faces
illuminated by the flickering flames. The strident sounds
beginning to subside.
THE SUN
Its slim, orange arc sets, signaling the start of the
Vernal Equinox. And the beginning of six months of
darkness.
CUT TO:
INT. COMPOUND - REC ROOM
The men are interrogating Clark. He is frazzled and
defensive.
CLARK
... I'm telling you I don't remember
leaving the kennel unlatched...
Childs is holding the industrial torch directly in his
face.
CHILDS
Bullshit! You left it open so they
could get out!
EXT. TRASH DUMP
MacReady, waist-deep in trash and snow, searches for
something.
INT. REC ROOM
The interrogation continues.
CLARK
... Would I even have told you they
were gone if I had anything to hide?
GARRY
But why didn't you kennel that dog
right away?
CLARK
I told you I couldn't find...
(pushes torch away)
... get that out of my face.
Childs grabs him by the collar and rips him off his chair.
CHILDS
Don't you be telling me...
Nauls steps between them.
NAULS
(to Childs)
Lighten your load, sucker. You
ain't the judge and executioner
around here!
CHILDS
Who you trying to protect,
mutherfucker? I'm telling you this
S.O.B. could be one of them.
Garry breaks it up, pulling them apart. MacReady enters
from the outside. A bundle is tucked under his arm.
GARRY
Hold on, damn it. We're getting
nowhere... If this bit of Blair's
about absorbing and imitating is
true... then that dog could have
gotten to anybody.
DR. COPPER
And if it got to Clark... Clark
could have gotten to anybody.
MacReady moves over to the table.
DR. COPPER
Theoretically any of us could be
whatever the hell this thing is.
Norris shakes his head, rubbing his chest in slight
discomfort.
NORRIS
It's just too damn wild -- I can't
believe it.
MacReady pushes his sombrero back over his head.
MACREADY
Well, you can believe it now.
He drops the bundle he had been holding on the table
between the men. It is the shredded pair of long johns.
MACREADY
Nauls found this yesterday. It's
ripped just like the clothing on the
Norwegian we brought back. The same
thing was happening to Bennings'
clothes when it got to him. Seems
these Things don't imitate clothes.
Just flesh and bone.
The men look from one another. Silence. MacReady picks
it up and examines the label.
MACREADY
Size large.
(grins)
What do you wear, Clark?
Clark stews.
CLARK
So what?
NORRIS
I wear a size large, too.
MACREADY
So do I. So do most of us.
The uneasiness in the room grows.
MACREADY
Doubt if it got to more than one or
two of us. But it got to someone.
(beat)
Somebody in this room ain't what he
appears to be.
A pause as all eyes travel from man to man.
SANCHEZ
(scared)
Well, what we going to do?
Norris turns to Dr. Copper and Fuchs.
NORRIS
Can there be... some kind of test?
To find out who's what?
DR. COPPER
A serum test possibly.
FUCHS
Right. Why not?
GARRY
What's that?
DR. COPPER
It's a simple blood typing test.
This Thing's blood chemistry is
different than ours. Basically we
mix someone's blood with
uncontaminated human blood. If we
don't get the proper serum reaction
-- then that person isn't human.
CHILDS
Whose uncontaminated blood we going
to use?
DR. COPPER
We've got blood plasma in storage.
GARRY
How long will it take you to prepare
this?
DR. COPPER
A couple of hours.
GARRY
Well, get to it.
Garry unhinges a key from his belt and hands it to Dr.
Copper. Dr. Copper and Fuchs head for the infirmary.
PALMER
How's that Thing get to the dogs? I
though we stopped it in time.
MACREADY
Copper thinks they swallowed pieces
of it during the fight.
PALMER
And that was enough?
DR. COPPER (O.S.)
Garry. The rest of you! Come here!
INT. INFIRMARY
The men rush in. Fuchs and Copper stand by the open
plasma storage refrigerator. The inside is a mess of
dried blood. The bladders have been ripped open. Copper
is ghastly pale.
DR. COPPER
Somebody got to the blood...
sabotaged it.
NAULS
Oh, my God.
A horrified silence.
MACREADY
Was it broken into?
FUCHS
No. Somebody opened it. Closed it.
And then locked it.
Sanchez twitches, terrified.
MACREADY
Well, who's got access to it?
DR. COPPER
I guess I'm the only one.
GARRY
And I've got the only key.
Several pairs of eyes turn to Garry.
MACREADY
Would that test have worked?
DR. COPPER
I think so.
NORRIS
Somebody else sure as hell thought
so.
MACREADY
Who else could have used that key?
GARRY
Ah... no one... I give it to Copper
when he needs it...
MACREADY
Could anyone have gotten it from
you?
DR. COPPER
I don't see how... when I'm finished
I return it right away.
NORRIS
When was the last time you used it?
DR. COPPER
(uneasy)
A day or so ago... I guess.
Garry senses the nervous and inquiring eyes on him.
GARRY
I suppose... well, it's possible
someone might have lifted it from
me. But...
CHILDS
That key ring of yours is always
hooked to your belt. Now how could
somebody get to it without you
knowing?
GARRY
(upset, flustered)
Look, I haven't been near that...
that refrigerator.
Silence as the men continue to stare. Sanchez is
perspiring.
GARRY
Copper's the only one who has any
business with it.
The eyes shift from Garry to Copper.
DR. COPPER
Now... wait a second, Garry, you've
been in here on several occasions...
FUCHS
And the Doc thought of the test.
CHILDS
(anger)
So what?! Is that supposed to leave
him in the clear?! Bullshit!
Sanchez bolts out the door. Stunned for a beat, the
others chase after him.
GARRY
Hey, Sanchez!
SANCHEZ
in terror, runs at top speed through the narrow corridors.
Opening and shutting doors. The others are in pursuit.
They shout for him to stop.
CUT TO:
SANCHEZ
as he reaches a small armory. A glass case set into the
wall. A half dozen rarely used guns are inside. He tries
the handle. Locked.
He hears the clamor of feet and voices as the others are
nearing. He breaks the glass and grabs a shotgun. Then a
box of shells. He frantically tries to load, but is too
nervous.
The others arrive at the end of the hallway. Garry pulls
his handgun and points.
GARRY
Put that down!
SANCHEZ
(trembling)
No.
GARRY
I'll put this right through your
head.
No one doubts Garry's sincerity.
SANCHEZ
You guys going to let him give
orders? I mean he could be one of
those Things.
The other regard Garry tensely. No one oblivious to the
fact, that Sanchez just might be right.
MACREADY
(calm)
Put it away, Sanchez. Just put it
away.
Still trembling, he tosses the shells back into the broken
case, leans the gun against the wall and begins to sob.
Nauls skates over to comfort him.
The men watch as Garry lowers his gun. He turns to them.
GARRY
I don't know about Copper. But I
didn't go near that plasma...
(beat)
But I guess you'll all rest easier
if someone else is in charge.
He hands his gun to Norris.
GARRY
Can't see anyone objecting to you,
Norris.
NORRIS
Sorry, gentlemen...
(rubs chest)
... Don't think I'd be up to it.
Haven't been feeling well lately.
Childs goes for the gun.
CHILDS
I'll take it...
MacReady beats him to it.
MACREADY
Maybe it should be someone a bit
more even-tempered, Childs.
Childs glares.
MACREADY
(to others)
... Any objections?
Roving eyes pass about the hallway. Nobody is sure who to
trust. MacReady seems as good as any.
INT. REC ROOM
The men have gathered to discuss plans. Furtive and
untrustworthy glances are passed around the room.
MACREADY
... From what we know this Thing
likes to go one on one. So we stick
together as much as possible. In
two's and three's.
Childs points to Garry, Dr. Copper and Clark.
CHILDS
What do we do about those three?
MACREADY
We got morphine, don't we.
Fuchs nods.
MACREADY
Well, we keep them loaded. Stash
them here in the rec room and watch
'em twenty-four hours.
PALMERS
(ears perk up)
Morphine? You know I was pretty
close to that dog, too.
Palmer is ignored.
NORRIS
We should sleep in shifts.
MACREADY
Right. Half of us awake at all
times.
SANCHEZ
How we going to try and find out
who's... you know, who's who?
MACREADY
(to Fuchs)
Can you think of any other tests?
FUCHS
I'll try. I could sure use Copper's
help though.
CHILDS
You can eighty-six that thought
right now, man.
Dr. Copper eyes his accuser solemnly.
MACREADY
Also... When this Thing turns... it
turns slowly at first. I think we
can handle it in that state. But if
it ever got to full power... from
what I saw of that Norwegian camp...
well, I just don't know... It would
probably take it an hour or more to
get like that. So no matter what
anybody's doing, we all return to
this room every twenty minutes.
Anybody gone longer than that...
anybody trying to leave... we kill
'em.
CUT TO:
EXT. COMPOUND - DARKNESS
It is the dead of winter. Six months of darkness ahead.
Palmer fights the cold as he works dismantling the engine
of the helicopter.
He frowns, searching for something.
PALMER
(mumbles)
Where's that magneto? Can't find a
darn thing around here any more.
INT. REC ROOM
Copper, Clark and Garry sit moodily together on a couch.
Norris awkwardly prepares to give them their injections.
He is new at this. Childs stands guard with his torch.
Dr. Copper offers to help.
DR. COPPER
I'll do it. You're going to break
the needle in my arm.
CHILDS
No, Doc. He's doing a real fine
job.
EXT. COMPOUND
MacReady and Sanchez are foraging through the trash dump.
MACREADY
Look for shoes, too. And burned
cloth.
INT. RADIO ROOM
Norris has begun dismantling the radio. He rubs at his
chest as he disengages the headset.
INT. HALLWAY
Following Nauls as he skates through the labyrinth.
Checking waste bins. Pausing to look behind shelves and
any obscure hiding place.
MacReady passes him coming the other way.
NAULS
That thing's too smart to be hiding
any more of its clothes, MacReady.
MACREADY
Just keep looking.
INT. LAB
Fuchs is poring over a book. Several others lie open on
his desk.
MacReady pokes his head in the lab.
MACREADY
How's it going?
FUCHS
Nothing yet. But, MacReady, I've
been thinking... If our dogs changed
by swallowing parts of that other
one... We better see to it that
everyone prepares their own food and
we eat out of cans.
MACREADY
Gotchya.
EXT. COMPOUND
A siren goes off, signaling the end of a twenty-minute
period. Sanchez pulls himself out of the trash dump.
Palmer carries a large part of a helicopter engine toward
the compound.
INT. COMPOUND
The hallway near the supply storage cubicle. MacReady
holds the door open as Palmer makes his way to him lugging
the heavy helicopter part.
Childs passes by from the other direction.
PALMER
Childs, where's that magneto from
Chopper One?
CHILDS
Ain't it there?
He passes by.
PALMER
No it ain't there. Would I be
asking if it were there?
MACREADY
Move it, Palmer.
INT. SUPPLY STORAGE ROOM
Palmer sets down the heavy part. Norris follows him
inside with a bundle of radio gear. They move back out
into the hallway. MacReady locks the door behind them.
HALLWAY
The three move down the hall toward their appointed
rendezvous at the rec room.
MACREADY
(to Palmer)
Start taking apart those snowmobiles
next, huh?
INT. KITCHEN
Cramped. Several of the men are preparing their food.
Opening cans. Heating them in pots.
EXT. COMPOUND
Nauls wearily approaches Blair's tool shed with a tray of
food. He hears a pounding from within.
NAULS
I got your goodies, superdude.
He peeks in through the opening in the boarded-up window.
Blair is nailing himself in from the inside. He looks
pretty crazed.
NAULS
What you doin'?
BLAIR
Nobody's getting in here. You can
tell them all that!
NAULS
Well, who the hell you think wants
to get in there with you?
Nauls slides the tray in the slot. It is immediately
shoved back out and topples onto the ice. Some of the
food has splashed on Nauls' heavy coat.
NAULS
Now why'd you go and...
BLAIR
And I don't want any more food with
sedatives in it. I know what you're
up to. Don't think I don't. And if
anyone tries to get in here -- I've
got rope. I'll hang myself before
it gets to me.
NAULS
You promise?
Nauls picks up the tray, heads back mumbling.
NAULS
Crazy white scientist motherfucker...
EXT. COMPOUND
Palmer works on the snowmobile. Sanchez resumes searching
through the trash.
INT. BALLOON TOWER
MacReady slashes into the huge uninflated weather
balloons, rendering them useless. Tanks of helium and
hydrogen are stacked nearby.
INT. KITCHEN
Nauls does the dishes. His cassette plays in the b.g.
INT. REC ROOM
Childs continues guarding the three men.
CLARK
Gotta go to the can, Childs.
Childs follows him to the other end of the room.
CHILDS
Be quick.
Clark walks to the head. Childs moves back to the middle
of the room. As the guard he is much more vulnerable in
this position. Being split between his prisoners.
The lights begin to flicker. The soft purr of the
generator begins to fade.
CHILDS
Oh, no.
The lights go out. Nauls calls from the kitchen.
NAULS (O.S.)
Childs! That a fuse?
CHILDS
No. The generator. You got the
auxiliary box just off the kitchen.
Get to it.
(fumbling around)
Where's the damn flashlight?
(calling out)
You fellas okay over there?
Dr. Copper giggles in the dark.
CHILDS
Cut that out, Copper.
(beat)
Nauls? What's taking you?!
NAULS (O.S.)
I'm working it! Nothing's
happening!
CHILDS
That's impossible, man! Okay,
Clark, out of the john where I can
see you!
NAULS (O.S.)
It's shorted out or something!
CHILDS
(shouting)
Clark, you come on out here!!
Childs lights the tip of his torch, allowing him a strong
candlelight. Garry is no longer in the room.
CHILDS
Where's... Where's Garry?
Dr. Copper looks numbly at the empty seat next to him.
Childs finds the portable siren and blares it.
EXT. COMPOUND
MacReady, Palmer and Sanchez heed the call and head for
the compound.
INT. REC ROOM
Childs jerks his head around in different directions.
CHILDS
Where are you, Garry? Don't you
move an inch, Copper.
(shouts)
Nauls, bring me a goddamn
flashlight!
INT. KITCHEN
Pitch black.
NAULS
Somebody's taken it. I can't find
it!
CHILDS (O.S.)
Clark, you want me to come in after
you?!
INT. HALLWAY
MacReady, Sanchez and Palmer come in from the outside.
They bump into each other trying to get their bearings
from the lack of light. Palmer, the only one who seems to
have one, turns on his flashlight.
MACREADY
(shouting)
What's happened?!
NORRIS (O.S.)
MacReady, that you?
MACREADY
Yeah!
NORRIS (O.S.)
It's the generator I think! No
power.
MACREADY
(to Palmer)
Well, let's get down there.
CHILDS (O.S.)
MacReady!
MACREADY
What?
CHILDS (O.S.)
Garry's missing!
MACREADY
(to self)
Oh, shit!
(shouts)
Well, hang on!
CHILDS (O.S.)
Gee, thanks!
INT. GENERATOR ROOM
Palmer and MacReady stumbling down the stairs. MacReady
turns around, looks.
MACREADY
Where's Sanchez?
Both look around. Sanchez is gone. Palmer's light finds
the motionless generator. He examines it.
PALMER
The fuel pump... it's gone...
(frantic)
You've got to get up to supply, Mac.
If we don't get this thing started
soon, it'll freeze on us and we'll
never get it going.
MacReady dashes upstairs into the darkness.
INT. HALLWAY
The lab door is opened. Fuchs holding a small candle
walks out. As he passes, the shoulder of a man springs
into frame.
INT. GENERATOR ROOM
Palmer is feverishly working underneath the generator on
his back.
INT. REC ROOM
The temperature continues to drop rapidly. Childs swats
himself to keep warm, while still keeping an eye on Dr.
Copper and the rest of the room.
INT. HALLWAY
MacReady rushes out of the supply room, with a fuel pump,
bumps into somebody.
MACREADY
Who... Who is that?
The silhouette moves on down the hallway.
MACREADY
Sanchez...? Hey, who...
PALMER (O.S.)
Mac, where the hell is that pump!!
CUT TO:
INT. GENERATOR ROOM
MacReady holds the flashlight for Palmer. Their breath,
puffs of white smoke.
PALMER
Somebody definitely messed with it.
MACREADY
We going to make it?
PALMER
Hope so. Another ten, fifteen
minutes. What I don't get is...
The sound of a screeching. From somewhere in the
compound. The two men's faces, locked in fear.
CUT TO:
INT. REC ROOM
The generator has been repaired; the lights within the
compound are back on.
Grim and tense. Everyone is present but Fuchs. Eyes flit
from man to man. Palmer, Nauls and Sanchez are spread out
about the room, keeping as much distance as possible from
the rest.
Norris and Childs are tying the Doctor, Clark and Garry to
the couch. MacReady prepares several makeshift
blowtorches as he kneels on the ground.
SANCHEZ
Where were the flashlights?
MACREADY
Screw the flashlights. Where the
hell were you?
PALMER
Tons of stuff's been missing around
here. Magnetos, cables, wire...
NAULS
Kitchen things, too...
MACREADY
Anybody see Fuchs... or hear him...?
Huh?
No answer as the men's faces roam the room. Childs glares
at Garry as he begins to tie him in.
CHILDS
Where'd you go?
Garry's groggy features stare blankly.
CHILDS
I said where? Where'd you go?!
GARRY
Was dark... find a light...
CHILDS
You lying bastard...
Garry struggles to his feet, affronted.
GARRY
(slurring)
I rather don't like your tone...
He grabs Childs by the collar.
CHILDS
You sit back down...
Childs whales on him with a right hand. Both go tumbling
over the couch. MacReady and Norris dive in breaking it
up.
NORRIS
Enough...
MacReady, furious, pulls Childs away.
Norris breathing heavily from the activity, massages his
chest. The strong, stormy winds overhead batter the
roofing. MacReady glances up. He and Childs release each
other.
MACREADY
That storm's going to start ripping
any minute -- so we don't have much
time.
He thrusts one of the blowtorches hard into Childs'
stomach.
MACREADY
We've got to find Fuchs. When we
find him -- we kill him.
SANCHEZ
Why?
MACREADY
If he's one of those Things, we've
got to get to him before he
changes... Nauls, you and Childs and
I'll check the outside shacks...
He tosses torches to Sanchez and Palmer.
MACREADY
Sanchez, you and Palmer search the
inside...
PALMER
I ain't going with Sanchez.
Sanchez snaps his head toward Palmer. Palmer looks at the
others.
PALMER
I ain't going with him. I'll go
with Childs...
SANCHEZ
Well, screw you, man!
PALMER
I ain't going with you!
CHILDS
Well, who says I want you going with
me?!
MACREADY
Cut the bullshit... Okay, Sanchez,
you come with us. Norris... you
stay here...
(refers to tied-up
men)
Any of them move -- you fry 'em.
And if you hear anything, anything
at all you let loose the siren. We
all meet back here in twenty minutes
regardless.
(a beat)
And everybody watch whoever you're
with. Real close.
The men survey each other.
MACREADY
Let's move.
CUT TO:
EXT. COMPOUND - NIGHT
MacReady and Nauls, wearing their snowshoes and using
flares for light, pull themselves along the steadying rope
that leads to Blair's shed. They are careful to keep an
eye on each other as they move along.
Sanchez heads off in the direction of another shack.
CUT TO:
INT. COMPOUND - HALLWAY
One of the many doors creak open. Childs and Palmer
stealthily move into the next corridor. Palmer falls a
few steps behind.
PALMER
What'd we ever do to these Things
anyway...
Childs freezes and snaps his head around facing Palmer. A
beat.
PALMER
What?
CHILDS
Don't walk behind me.
Another beat.
PALMER
Right.
He moves to the other side of the wall, parallel with
Childs. They continue on, skimming along the sides of the
corridor in plain view of one another.
CUT TO:
EXT. COMPOUND
Nauls and MacReady arrive at Blair's shack. They peer in
through the spaces between the boards.
A weak light burns as Blair is seated eating out of a can.
A hangman's noose dangles from the ceiling nearby.
MACREADY
Hey, Blair!!
Blair jumps in fear, spilling his can.
MACREADY
Has Fuchs been out here?
Blair approaches the boarded-up window. He looks haggard
and afraid.
BLAIR
I've changed my mind... I'd... I'd
like to come back inside... I don't
want to stay out here any more...
Funny things... I hear funny things
out here.
MACREADY
Have you come across Fuchs?
BLAIR
Fuchs...? No, it's not Fuchs... You
must let me back in... I won't harm
anyone... I promise...
MACREADY
We'll see...
He and Nauls trudges off. Blair shouts after them.
BLAIR
I promise! I'm much better now!
I'll be good!! I'm all better!!
Don't leave me here!!
INT. REC ROOM
Norris continues his watch on the sedated trio. He
anxiously tries to keep an eye on the various entrances
behind and in front of him. He rubs his chest in pain.
DR. COPPER
I'm getting worried about you. You
ought to have a checkup.
NORRIS
Let's just not get worried about
anything just now.
DR. COPPER
(yawning)
After all this mess then.
NORRIS
(nodding)
After all this mess.
EXT. COMPOUND - THE SLOPE TO MACREADY'S SHACK
The winds are thick and vicious now. MacReady and Nauls
pull themselves along the rope fighting their way up the
slope. A violent gust sends MacReady's body horizontal,
but still hanging onto the rope. The wind slaps him back
down. His flare and torch tumble back toward Nauls.
Nauls saves the torch from rolling down the hill.
MacReady, lying vulnerable, watches Nauls pull his way
toward him. He tenses. Nauls reaches him. A beat. He
hands back his torch. Relieved, MacReady pulls himself
upright.
INT. COMPOUND - KITCHEN - CLOSE ON THICK POWER CABLES
that line the wall. They have been torn apart. Childs
and Palmer examine.
PALMER
Auxiliary light cables...? Been
cut.
CHILDS
Cut, bullshit. Been pulled apart.
EXT. MACREADY'S SHACK
as they reach the top. The remaining flare their only
light. Very dark. They stand on either side of the door.
MacReady shoves it open. Pitch black inside. MacReady
flips the light switch. Doesn't work.
INT. SHACK
They enter. Hunched. Torches ready. The place is a
mess. The winds as strong as on the outside.
The single flare illuminating the ceiling. Almost all of
the corrugated, steel roofing is gone. As if ripped off.
NAULS
(shouting to be
heard)
Where's the roof?!
MacReady stares up incredulous, as they advance through
the room.
NAULS
This storm do that?
MACREADY
(shouting)
Couldn't be possible. Must have
weighted a ton and a half...
Nauls kicks over a chair. A naked, fleshy object bounds
high into the air. Nauls thrusts out his torch, catching
the breasts of the inflatable woman. She pops and is
sucked out through the hole in the roof.
Nauls tries to catch his breath.
NAULS
Goddamn white women.
INT. COMPOUND
Underground, rickety corridor. Palmer stands by as Childs
undoes the many locks to the room that houses his plants.
One by one. Palmer twists his head in every which
direction. Nervous.
Childs pulls open the heavy door. A flush of snow and
wind push them back. They wedge their bodies at the
entrance to the lightless room.
CHILDS
My babies.
They enter. The light from the hall exposes the
completely smashed-in window high above the plants. The
plants look frozen.
PALMER
Somebody broke in.
CHILDS
Now who'd go and do...
Saddened, angry, Childs goes to check the damage to his
plants. Palmer, his face set in horror, yanks him back.
PALMER
Childs!!
CHILDS
Let go of me...
PALMER
Don't get near 'em. The plants!
They're alive. Those things can
imitate anything...
CHILDS
What's it going to do, being a
plant?
Palmer readies his small torch.
PALMER
We got to burn 'em.
CHILDS
Now hold on, you dumb...
Palmer sprays them with flame. Childs pushes him to the
ground, and tries to swat out the fire.
CHILDS
You stupid, sonofa...
Palmer, his mouth agape with terror, screams and points to
the closing door to their rear. Childs whirls.
FUCHS
One arm outstretched, swings into view. An ax, embedded
deep into his chest, pins his frozen body to the inside of
the door.
INT. REC ROOM
Norris startled by the scream, turns on the siren.
CUT TO:
INT. PLANT ROOM
Sanchez has joined Childs and Palmer. The body of Fuchs
is still pinned to the door. Sanchez tries to wrench the
ax loose. It is too deeply embedded and won't budge.
SANCHEZ
Whoever put this through him...
Sanchez observes Childs' hulking frame and adds pointedly:
SANCHEZ
... is one bad-ass and strong
muther.
CHILDS
No one's that strong, boy!
INT. PASSAGEWAY
Tracking with the three men. Opening and closing doors,
as they make their way back to the rec room. They keep
their distance from each other, watching each other while
they walk.
PALMER
Why didn't it imitate Fuchs? Isn't
that its number -- to get more
recruits.
CHILDS
Wasn't enough time. Generator was
out, what...? Thirty minutes.
Takes the bastards an hour, maybe
two to absorb somebody.
SANCHEZ
Why Fuchs?
CHILDS
He was working on a test. Fuchs
must have been onto something.
These bastards got scared and got
rid of him.
(suddenly realizing)
... Hey... Where's...
CUT TO:
INT. COMPOUND - CLOSE ON PALMER'S FACE
shouting down a passageway.
PALMER
MacReady!!
CLOSE ON CHILDS
bellowing.
CHILDS
Nauls!! MacReady!!
EXT. COMPOUND
A strong driftwind streams snow across the ground
obscuring everything but the very top of the buildings.
The siren screams.
INT. REC ROOM
Rigid, immobile faces. Listening to the storm overhead.
CHILDS
How long they been out now?
NORRIS
Forty... Forty-five minutes.
Silence, as the uneasy eyes measure one another.
CHILDS
We better start closing off the
outside hatchways.
VARIOUS ANGLES OF THE COMPOUND
Childs, Sanchez and Palmer -- closing off and bolting the
entrances to the camp.
NORRIS (O.S.)
All of you! Come here!
INT. COMPOUND MAIN HALLWAY - POINT OF VIEW - THE MEN
Through the fogged-up windows, a figure can be seen
approaching the main compound. It pulls and drags its way
along the guide rope, fighting the gale force winds.
CUT TO:
THE MEN
weapons in hand, huddle at the main doorway. They unbolt
it. Sleet and hail send Nauls rolling in from the
outside. The men force the door back and lock it.
The weary Nauls kneels on the floor and gasps for air.
The others surround him.
PALMER
Where's MacReady?
Nauls weighs each of them ominously, while digging down
underneath his heavy jacket.
NAULS
Cut him loose of the line up by his
shack.
CHILDS
Cut him loose?
NAULS
When we were up poking around his
place... I found this...
He pulls out a thick bundle of heavy clothing. It is
mutilated and partially burned. He holds out the jacket
to show the inside collar.
Close on name tag -- it reads: R.J. MACREADY
The men, as they examine in a hush.
NAULS
... It was stashed in his old coal
furnace... wind must have dislodged
it... I don't think he saw me find
it.
The men continue to examine in various states of
disbelief.
NAULS
... Made sure I got ahead of him on
the towline on the way back... cut
him loose.
SANCHEZ
(incredulous)