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.
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..