Your move: bishop to knight four.
My move: knight to rook three.
Poor baby, you're startin' to lose it, aren't ya?
Your move: king to rook one.
My move: rook to knight six.
Checkmate. Checkmate.
You cheatin' bitch.
Childs, what's he doin'?
Circlin' the camp.
Who is he?
- Said Norge or something on the side. - That's Norwegian.
- George, are you okay? - Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.
Yeah. What's goin' on down there?
Watch it!
Easy.
Easy. Easy.
Easy. Yes.
First goddamn week of winter.
Oh, come on. Four stitches. Barely grazed ya.
What were they doing flying that low,
- shooting at a dog, at us? - Hmm, stir-crazy,
cabin fever, who knows?
U.S. Number 31, calling McMurdo. Come in, over.
U.S. Number 31, calling McMurdo, urgent! Come in, over.
Great.
- Come on, come on. - Nobody!
Nobody. Get ahold of somebody. Get ahold of anybody! We gotta report this mess!
Look, I haven't been able to reach shit in two weeks!
I doubt if anybody's talked to anybody on this entire continent,
and you want me to reach somebody!
Maybe we at war with Norway.
I was wondering when El Capitan was gonna get a chance to use his popgun.
- How long they been stationed there? - It says here only eight weeks.
- That's not long enough for guys to go bonkers. - Bullshit, Bwana.
Five minutes is enough to put a man over down here.
- Damn straight. - I mean, look at Palmer.
He been the way he is since the first day.
- How many in their party? - They started with ten.
- There'd be eight others left. - How do we know?
Guys as crazy as that could have done a lot of damage to their own before they got to us.
- Nothing we can do. - Oh, yes there is. I want to go up.
- In this weather? - Bennings?
- Winds are gonna let up a tad next couple of hours. - A tad?
Can't condone it much myself, but it is a short haul.
An hour there, an hour back.
- Shit, Doc, I'll give you the lift. No problem. - Forget it, Palmer.
Thanks for thinkin' about it though.
Loaded with kerosene. I count 15 cans.
- MacReady! - Mac, get your gear on.
- It may not clear up for a week, and we're the closest to 'em. - It's all right by me, Doc.
- I'm just letting you know we're taking a chance. - Quit griping, MacReady.
If we get caught in a white-out, you can scratch one doctor and one pilot.
This is real thin. It'll clear as soon as you get up.
It's up to you, Mac.
If you don't wanna fly, we don't fly.
- You really wanna save those crazy Swedes, huh? - Norwegians.
- Which way, Doc? - Southwest.
You have to read the map 'cause I'm gonna be busy.
Mac's really taking it up, huh?
He knows what he's doing.
Nauls, will you turn that crap down? I'm trying to get some sleep. I was shot today.
- Oui, Bwana. Will do. - # Very superstitious #
# Writing's on the wall #
# Very superstitious #
Anybody there?
Hey, Sweden?
They're not Swedish, Mac, they're Norwegian.
Mac!
My God! What the hell happened here?
Come on, Doc.
Portable video unit.
- Anything? - It's all in Norwegian.
- What are ya doin', Doc? - It could be important work. I wanna take it back with us.
It's gettin' late. Let's hurry it up.
I'll check out the last few rooms.
Hey, Copper, come here!
Maybe they found a fossil, the remains of some animal buried in the ice,
- and they chopped it out. - But where is it? Look at this.
What is that?
Is that a man in there or something?
Whatever it is, they burned it up in a hurry.
Help me find a shovel, Doc.
- We found this. - Jesus Christ!
Blair, I'd like you to start an autopsy right away.
- Did you reach anybody yet? - Reach anybody?
We're a thousand miles from nowhere, man,
and it's gonna get a hell of a lot worse before it gets any better!
Well, stick to it, Windows, stick to it.
Nothin' wrong with this Norwegian, physiologically anyway.
- No drugs, no alcohol, nothin'. - Hmm.
Well, what we got here is what appears to be, anyway,
a normal set of internal organs.
Heart,
lungs, kidneys, liver,
intestines.
Seem to be normal.
...one, door number two and door number three.
I think that Dawn Screen here has got the most to trade in. I went to you first.
You brought your friend, Anna. You've been consulting Anna all through the show.
- You may as well consult her one more time. - I know how this one ends.
Clark, will you put this mutt with the others where it belongs?
Yeah, okay.
Go ahead.
What are you waiting for?
I don't know what the hell's in there.
- It's weird and pissed off, whatever it is. - Bennings, go get Childs.
What is this? What's goin' on?
- Hey, Palmer, what is this? - I don't know.
Childs! Mac wants the flamethrower!
- Mac wants the what? - That's what he said!
- Now, move! - Damn it!
- Stand back. - Mac, what is it?
No! No! God!
- Don't! Don't! No! - Get back! Get back!
Get your ass over here! Burn it!
Damn it, Childs, torch it!
Oh, my God.
Oh! Ohh!
Look. Son of a bitch.
What we're talking about here is an organism...
that imitates other life-forms, and it imitates them perfectly.
When this thing attacked our dogs,
it tried to digest 'em, absorb them.
And in the process shape its own cells to imitate them.
This, for instance. That's not dog.
It's imitation.
We got to it before it had time to finish.
Finish what?
Finish imitating these dogs.
Easy. Easy. Good.
Easy. Easy.
- Clark? - Yeah?
Did you notice anything strange about the dog, anything at all?
Strange? No.
What was the dog doing in the rec room?
I don't know.
He was just wandering around camp all day.
Are you sayin' to me the dog wasn't put in the kennel until last night?
- Right. - How long were you alone with that dog?
I don't know, an hour, hour and a half maybe.
What the hell you lookin' at me like that for?
- I don't know. - What?
I don't know. It's probably nothin'.
It's nothin' at all.
How much more of this crap is there?
- Oh, nine hours I'd say. - We can't learn anything from this.
Guess not.
Where'd they take these shots?
Seems like they were spending a lot of their time...
in a little place northeast of their camp about five or six miles.
What's that?
It looks like something buried under the ice.
And look at that, they're planting thermite charges.
Whatever it was, it was bigger than the block of ice you found.
Here.
This is it, the place where they were spending most of their time.
- Pretty nasty out. 35 knots. - Screw it. I'm gonna go up anyway.
Half a mile due east.
Jesus! How long you figure this has been in the ice?
Well, the backscatter effect's been bringin' things up...
from way down around here for a long time.
I'd say... I'd say the ice it's buried in...
is 100,000 years old at least.
- And those Norwegians blew it up. - Yeah.
I don't know.
Thousands of years ago it crashes and this thing...
gets thrown out or crawls out and it ends up freezing in the ice.
- I just cannot believe any of this voodoo bullshit. - Childs,
happens all the time, man.
They're fallin' out of the skies like flies.
Government knows all about it. Right, Mac?
- Do you believe any of this voodoo bullshit, Blair? - Childs?
Childs, Chariots Of The Gods, man.
They practically own South America.
I mean, they taught the Incas everything they know.
So, come on now, MacReady.
The Norwegians get ahold of this...
- and they dig it up out of the ice. - Yes, Garry, they dig it up,
they cart it back, it gets thawed out,
wakes up, probably not in the best of moods.
- I don't know... - Which one of you disrespectful men...
been tossin' his dirty drawers in the kitchen trash can, huh?
From now on, I want my kitchen clean, all right? Germ free!
Now, how's this motherfucker wake up after thousands of years in the ice?
- And how can it look like a dog? - I don't know how.
'Cause it's different than us, see.
'Cause it's from outer space. What do you want from me? Ask him.
You buy any of this, Blair?
Mac, we're movin' those things out of the lab into the storeroom.
Can you come get your stuff?
Be there in a minute, Doc.
Through the door.
Right over there. Right over there.
Sorry, Mac. You have to move your stuff...
Doc says we gotta stash 'em in here and lock 'em up.
- I have to talk to you. - I'm tired of talking, Fuchs.
I just want to get up to my shack and get drunk.
- Mac, it's important. - What is it?
- Outside. - It's 40 below outside.
In the Thiokol. Please, Mac.
We ought to just burn these things.
Can't burn the find of the century.
That's gonna win somebody the Nobel Prize.
You got the keys?
Get 'em from Garry. I want to get some stuff out of here.
There's something wrong with Blair.
He's locked in his room and won't answer the door.
- I took one of his notebooks from the lab. Listen. - Yeah?
"It could have imitated a million life-forms on a million planets.
It could change into any one of them at any time.
- Now it wants life-forms on Earth..." - It's gettin' cold,
- and I haven't slept in two days. - Wait a minute, Mac.
"It needs to be alone and in close proximity with the life-form to be absorbed.
- The chameleon strikes in the dark." - Is Blair cracking up?
Damn it, MacReady. "There's still cellular activity in these burned remains.
They're not dead yet."
Let's go, Bennings. I gotta get some sleep.
Holy shit.
Go get the doc.
- I'll get Garry. We'll meet in Blair's room. - All right.
It's Bennings!
Bennings was right there, Mac! I swear it had ahold of him!
- Windows, get back! Keep away from him! - Don't touch him!
Get back! Stay back!
It isn't Bennings!
- My God! What was happening to him? - If it had time to finish,
it would have looked and sounded and acted just like Bennings!
- I don't know what you're saying. - That was one of those things,
trying to imitate him, Garry.
- Come on. - MacReady, I've known Bennings for ten years.
He's my friend.
We gotta burn the rest of them.
All right, step back.
You sure that's all of 'em?
We cleaned out the storehouse, the lab.
There is nothing left.
Where's Blair?
I can't find Blair.
Where's everybody else?
Windows is in the radio room still trying to get through.
Everyone else is in the rec room.
You go on. I'll be in in a minute.
Blair?
Don't come in here! I got a gun! I got an ax!
Don't, you son of a bitch! Don't come in here! You understand me?
- He's got a gun, Mac! - Anybody interferes, I'll kill 'im!
Jesus!
He smashed up some of the chopper pretty good.
Childs, go see if he got to the tractor.
Nobody gets in and out of here! Nobody!
You guys think I'm crazy! Well, that's fine!
Most of ya don't know what's going on around here!
But I'm damn well sure some of you do!
Christ!
He got most of the chopper and the tractor, and he's killed the rest of the dogs.
Garry, wait a minute! Wait a minute!
All right, Childs, go around to the map room door.
- Talk to him. - Okay.
Go on.
Norris, get a table from the lab.
Do you think that thing wanted to be an animal?
No dogs make it a thousand miles through the cold.
No, you don't understand!
That thing wanted to be us!
A cell gets out, it could imitate everything on the face of the earth!
- And nothing could stop it! - Okay, Blair.
Come on now, you don't want to hurt anybody.
I'll kill you!
Good shot, MacReady. Excuse me.
- All right, bring him up. Lift him up. - Yeah.
Okay. Okay.
Come on, Blair.
- What about your shack, MacReady? - I don't want him in my shack.
We'll lock him in the toolshed.
Why am I in here?
For your own protection, Blair... and ours.
How you doin', old boy?
I don't know who to trust.
I know what you mean, Blair.
Trust is a tough thing to come by these days.
Tell you what? Why don't you just trust in the Lord?