this fucking couch!
Childs.
We're going out to give Blair the test.
If he tries to make it back here
and we're not with him... burn him.
(WIND HOWLING)
Mac, the door's open!
How'd he get out?
The door was bolted from the outside.
(WOOD CREAKS)
GARRY: Blair?
NAULS: Hey, Blair, you down there?
We got something for ya!
MacREADY: Blair's been busy out here
all by himself.
What is it?
Something he's been making.
It's a ship of some kind.
He stole the parts from the helicopter.
The smart S.O. B. Put it together
piece by piece.
Where was he trying to go?
Anyplace but here.
Hey, you guys, come here. Come here.
I think I saw Childs outside
the main entrance of the camp.
- What's he doing outside?
- I don't know.
Got a flare?
He got back inside and blew the generator.
In six hours,
it'll be a hundred below in here.
Well, that's suicide!
Not for that Thing. It wants to freeze now.
It's got no way out of here.
It just wants to go to sleep in the cold
until the rescue team finds it.
What can we do? What can we do?
Whether we make it or not,
we can't let that Thing freeze again.
Maybe we'll just warm things up
a little around here.
We're not getting out of here alive.
But neither is that Thing.
(GLASS SHATTERING)
Generator room.
The generator's gone.
Any way we can fix it?
It's gone, MacReady.
All right.
We gotta bring this whole place
right down into the ice.
Garry, plant yours in the old storage room.
Nauls, down by the generator.
God!
(MOANING)
How's it coming in there?
I said, how's it...
(GROWLING)
Yeah, fuck you, too!
You the only one who made it?
Not the only one.
Did you kill it?
Where were you, Childs?
Thought I saw Blair.
I went out after him
and got lost in the storm.
Fire's got the temperature up
all over the camp.
Won't last long, though.
Neither will we.
How will we make it?
Maybe we shouldn't.
If you're worried about me...
If we've got any surprises for each other,
I don't think we're in much shape
to do anything about it.
Well... what do we do?
Why don't we just
wait here for a little while?
See what happens.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,