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John Carpenter's

 

The Thing: Cold War

by Boomwolf



EPISODE ONE: Outpost 31

The film starts with a flashback of the husky/helicopter chase.

ONE WEEK LATER...

We see the aftermath of the explosion that destroyed Outpost 31. Smoke and embers dance around the ruined research station fighting a losing battle against the deadly arctic wind coming through the blown open shelters. The damaged helicopter sabotaged by Blair in the original film lies half buried in snow. The entire base is as though it had been laid to siege with artillery fire. There is no life here.

 Macready Narration

This thing doesn't wanna show itself, it wants to hide inside an imitation. It will fight if it has to, but it's vulnerable out in the open...

More shots of the damaged camp. A shot of the dog kennel and of the long hallway filled with bedrooms.

MACREADY NARRATION

If it takes us over, then it has no more enemies left...

Back outside, the camera pans down to an empty bottle of alcohol. Next to it is a frozen hand.

MACREADY NARRATION

And then it's won.

Fade to black

A radio message requesting a response from Outpost 31 can be heard.

OUTPOST 47 RADIO OPERATOR

Outpost 31 this is U.S. station 47, come in over... Outpost 47 to outpost 31, do you read, over? This is outpost 47 to Mcmurdo come in, over.

Static and then-

MCMURDO RADIO OPERATOR

Roger that 47 we read you.

OUTPOST 47 RADIO OPERATOR

Has station 31 checked in since the storm let up, over?

MCMURDO RADIO OPERATOR

Negative 47, we haven't heard anything in over a week. Their transmitter might have been knocked out, over.

OUTPOST 47 RADIO OPERATOR

We got a garbled message before all contact was lost; something about being "in the ice".

MCMURDO RADIO OPERATOR

They're probably just snowed in.

OUTPOST 47 RADIO OPERATOR

They got another storm heading their way. We'd like to send a bird to take a look while the weather's good.

MCMURDO RADIO OPERATOR

How soon can you get a helicopter ready?

OUTPOST 47 RADIO OPERATOR

Two hours.


 Fade out.

Roll Credits.

Fade in. From the destroyed outpost, an approaching helicopter can be seen. Slow zoom into the helicopter cockpit. There are three passengers in the helicopter. FRAMPTON,the pilot, looks out into the vast ice fields in search of something. Seated next to him, is the radio operator WILKES, carefully studying a navigational chart. Seated in the back is Dr. BRIMBLY, the oldest member of the group and the Physician of Outpost 47. WILKES switches on the radio.

WILKeS

Outpost 47 Chopper to Outpost 31, over. Outpost 31 do you read?

BRIMBLY

Keep trying.

WILKeS

We should be right over the camp in about 5 minutes.

FRAMPTON

Yeah, if you're reading that right.

WILKeS

You think you can do better? Go ahead.

FRAMPTON

And who would fly? You? I'd rather take my chances on foot than ride shotgun with a bozo like you at the stick.

BRIMBLY

Knock it off. And stay on that radio.

Wilkes

Sure thing, Doc. (Minutes Pass)

Frampton

Christ, is that smoke?

BRIMBLY

What in damnation...?!

Wilkes

(over radio) Mcmurdo, come in! Come in over!

Mcmurdo Radio Operator

We read you chopper 1, what's the status of station 31? Have you reestablished contact-over?

Wilkes

The camp...it's gone!

MCMURDO RADIO OPERATOR

Say that again?

Wilkes

It's gone sir! It -it looks like some kind of explosion.

MCMURDO RADIO OPERATOR

Are there any signs of survivors?

Wilkes

There's too much smoke to see anything from the air.

Frampton

I'm gonna circle for a landing spot.

The helicopter circles the camp and lands. The three men exit the helicopter. They take in the sight of the smoking main building. Ash and cinders float out of the gaping holes blasted out the sides. The wind howls.

WILKES

Mcmurdo say's we got about thirty minutes before the next storm reaches us. We should get the shelters up before we start looking for survivors.

FRAMPTON

Think we'll find anybody Doc?

BRIMBLY

In these conditions? Without shelter, nothing could live out here much longer than an hour.

FRAMPTON

If there is anyone left, they're probably holed up in whatever is still standing. (Looking at a damaged, but not totally destroyed room) Whats that over there?

Brimbly

Could be infirmary. We'll start there. Let's get these tents up.

FRAMPTON

All right.

Cross-Fade On black

The tents have been assembled. They set up camp just outside the smoldering ruins. The three men begin their search. As they walk through the destroyed camp, they pass a familiar bottle of alcohol. But the frozen body is nowhere in sight! They make their way inside the heavily damaged prefabricated structure.

Wilkes

Hello? Can anyone hear me?

Silence.

BRIMBLY

That room down the hall. They make their way to door.

Frampton

Think we should knock first?

Brimbly

That's not funny.

Frampton

Sorry.

They enter the room. Just as BRIMBLY suspected it is indeed the infirmary. But it looks more like a frozen morgue. Scorch marks cover the walls and ceiling. In the center of the room on a burnt slab lies the dead and frozen remains of the Norris-thing. Much of the creatures features have been melted away, but the vaguely humaniod torso is unmistakable. The chest cavity is slit down the middle.

Frampton

God...

Wilkes

Where's the head?

Frampton

Jesus Christ...they cut him to pieces... What for?

Brimbly

I don't know. I've never seen anything like this.

They can only stare in silent dread.

Wilkes

(ready to get out of there) We-we  should keep looking for the others...

Frampton

(Indignant) Others? We don't even have all of this guy!

Brimbly

He's right. There's nothing we can do. We'll bag the body and bring it to the chopper.

Wilkes

You think there will be more...like this?

a beat


Brimbly

I hope not.

They make their way towards the exit.

WILKES notices something on the floor. He shines his light on it.

Wilkes

What is that thing?

Frampton

Looks like a ...crab?

BRIMBLY goes to take a closer look. He reaches down a picks up the unidentified remains. He turns it over in his gloves.

BRIMBLY

Oh my God......

Looking back at him, melted by flame, covered with frost, is a still recognizably human face in a frozen expression of anguish.

FADE TO BLACK

Wilkes

So, what's the body count, Doc?

CUT TO A ROW OF BODY BAGS Laid out across the snow.

Brimbly

(Somber) Seven bodies. Four American. Three... Unknown, unidentifiable.

Frampton

 The tags on the clothing marked: Clark, Copper, Nauls, and uh, Childs.

Brimbly

What about the dog kennel?

WILKES

There wasn't anything there. Just a bloody axe.

Brimbly

I've found some notes in what was left of their science lab. I'll take a look at them when we bed down. Frampton, let me see that Journal and recorder you found.

Wilkes

Bed-down ? Here? Are you kidding? After everything we've seen? How can you even talk about sleep?! What if someone's still around here?

FRAMPTON

Look around, man. This place is a graveyard. Whatever went down here, it's over.

WILKES

There's still four people unaccounted for...

BRIMBLY

(firmly) Wilkes, the helicopter doesn't have enough fuel to risk flying back in a storm. It's better to radio back to base to bring in more fuel with the other choppers. We'll have more fuel, and more manpower. As for survivors hiding out here, don't bet on it. Anyone who stuck around after the Base went up is frozen. From what I've seen, what happened here was sabotage and murder. The helicopters, radio, and dozer were destroyed intentionally. The dogsleds wold have been the only mode of transportation left. They must have taken them.

FRAMPTON

 "They"?

Brimbly

The survivors.

FRAMPTON

Or the sonsofbitches that did this.

BRIMBLY

I'm hoping that the party responsible is in these body bags, personally.

WILKES

And what if they aren't?

BRIMBLY

More reason to wait for backup before heading over to the Norg Base.

WILKES

You think that's where they went?

Brimbly

Definetly. It's only forty-nine miles away.

FRAMPTON

They sure as hell didn't come knocking at our door. Hey Wilkes, if you don't wanna sleep out here, you can always sleep in the chopper. You know, with the bodies.

WILKeS 

Bullshit to that!

BRIMBLY

Wilkes, go and get the rest of the gear.

WILKES walks off towards the helicopter, leaving FRAMPTON and BRIMBLY.

Frampton

Hey Doc...what do you really think happened here? I mean, that body... that...man...

BRIMBLY

Frampton, I haven't the slightest idea. Maybe some sort of... radical genetics research...I don't know.

FRAMPTON

Well at least they put it out of its misery. Whatever it was.

Brimbly

Perhaps there's something in those papers...

WILKES

GUYS! Guys, come quick! We got us a survivor!

FRAMPTON

What?!

BRIMBLY

I'll get the medical bag...

WILKES

Over here, at the helicopter!

FRAMPTON runs to where WILKES is , BRIMBLY goes his tent, he exits carrying a large medical case. He rushes toward the helicopter.

BRIMBLY

Is he American?

Wilkes

(Laughing) I think so, he doesn't say.

BRIMBLY reaches the chopper. There is no sign of any survivor. FRAMPTON and WILKES are looking at something underneath the aircraft.

POV looking at the men from under the chopper

WILKES

Come on, buddy. C'mere boy...

The unmistakable whine of a dog comes from under the helicopter.

Frampton

That's it boy. Come on out...

An emaciated and frostbitten husky crawls out from under the chopper. It wags it tails weakly.

FRAMPTON

Jeez, look at those paws. Poor thing's probably gonna lose his toes.

BRIMBLY

I'll be damned. A dog made it this long out here?

FRAMPTON

He must have got left behind somehow. Poor bastard.

BRIMBLY

We'll do what we can for the feet. Right now, food is what he needs. Bring him to your tent.

Cross-fade on black

WILKEs sits at the helicopter radio.

Wilkes

Station 47, this is chopper one, over.

Radio operator

Chopper one, we read you, what's the situation on the ground, over?

WILKES

Uh... It's a big mess. It's really bad ...we got bodies...and the some of the personnel  are missing. Looks like the base was sabotaged, over.

RADIOMAN

Sabotaged? What do you mean?

WILKES

(Frustrated) I mean we've got a massive amount of... Explosive damage to the camp, a couple of dismantled choppers and a couple of guys with bullet holes where their brain should be! Somebody wanted to make damn sure nobody got out of here alive. And to top it off, we got a crashed Norwegian helicopter. Did they declare war on Norway and forget to tell us?...Over?

There's a momentary pause on the other end.

Radioman

Are you jerking me off?

Wilkes

(FURIOUS) Goddammit man, I don't have the brain functions necessary to come up with the shit I've seen today on my own! It's too fucking cold for that kind of high-level thinking!

RADIOMAN

(Still not convinced) You're not putting me on?

WILKES

Come and see for yourself, hop on board the next chopper and you can help search for bodies.

RADIOMAN

Christ. How many?

WILKES

I don't fucking know man. At least seven. Probably all of them if we don't get some help out here.

RADIOMAN

What do you need?

WILKES

We need... some people out here who know how to deal with this mess! I came out hear to fix a transmitter, and instead it looks like we've walked right into some kind of international incident. We need more manpower for a proper search of the base, we need more fuel for our helicopter, and we need someone who knows how to treat frostbite on a dog.

RADIOMAN

I'll try to get in-touch with Mcmurdo, give them the situation. The way the weather is looking we can probably have a couple birds there sometime tomorrow evening. But I can't promise anything.

WILKES

Make sure somebody on that chopper speaks Norwegian. And another thing...make sure these guys bring some kind of weaponry. We don't know who started the killing: us or them, but if things get nasty out there when we pay those Norgs a visit, we might need some firepower.

RADIO

What kind of firepower?

WILKES

Well, looking at the camp...I don't think a howitzer is entirely out of the question.

cross-fade on black

BRIMBLY sits in a chair inside his tent. He is holding a small book, thumbing through the pages. Nearby sits a supply crate; sitting atop is a lantern. A stack of partially destroyed research papers sits atop a second nearby crate. FRAMPTON appears at the tent entrance.

FRAMPTON

Find anything?

BRIMBLY

The cooks log.

FRAMPTON

Anything in it?

BRIMBLY

So far, not much. Daily journal entries, some recepies...

Frampton

If there's anything useful in there, it's probably gonna be in the last few entries, wouldn't you think?

Brimbly

(smiling) You're right. I'm afraid I was indulging myself.

Frampton

Wilkes and I are getting ready to bed down.

BRIMBLY

What about the Dog?

FRAMPTON

We got him in the tent with us.

BRIMBLY

Well, try to keep warm.

FADE OUT

Int. tents-night

FRAMPTON enters the tent. WILKES is inside, next to the heater. There is no sign of the dog.

Frampton

Hey, where's the dog?

Wilkes

He's not in here.

Frampton

Well, no kidding! Where'd he go?

Wilkes

I don't know, I turned away for a couple of minutes to set up the heater, and when I turned back-

Frampton

And you didn't go and look for him?

Wilkes

Look man, he hasn't been that long. Only a couple of minutes. I figure he had to take a crap or something. As soon as the heater was good I was gonna go looking for him.

Frampton

Well, go look for him then. That dog is our only survivor.

WILKES exits the tent. Snow has started to fall.

Wilkes

Here boy! Here dog!

WILKES finds the canine standing outside the helicopter. As he approaches, the animal begins to whine.

Wilkes

What ya doin' back out here boy? There's a storm fix'n to hit.

The dog ignores him. It growls at the helicopter.

Wilkes

What's your problem? Come on now...

WILKES reaches for the animal, with a snarl it whips around and sinks its teeth into his hand.

Wilkes

Damnit! Fine! Stay out here until your nuts fall off, stupid furball!

Frampton

Wilkes! Hurry up!

Wilkes

(angry) I'm coming!

WILKES leaves the animal and returns to his tent.

Frampton

(annoyed)Wilkes...Where the is the dog?

Wilkes

Fuck the dog! Damn things going nuts trying to get into the helicopter. Bastard bit me, so I left him out there. You want him? You go get him.

FRAMPTON

Better have the Doc take a look at your hand.

INT. BRiMBLY'S TENT

WILKES enters BRIMBLY's tent. BRIMBLY is still reading the journal.

Wilkes

Hey Doc, got time to take a look at my hand?

BRIMBLY

What happened?

WILKES

The dog bit me.

Brimbly

(suprised) Really?

WILKES

Yeah. Damn things acting really strange.

BRIMBLY will still not look up from the book.

Brimbly

Frostbite may be getting to him. Pain might be making him more aggressive.

WILKEs

What are you reading?

Brimbly

I'm reading this entry from the beginning of last week. Seems the Norwegians weren't right in the head. Came down here with guns and explosives, trying to kill a dog.

Wilkes

So the Norwegians caused this?

Brimbly

No, they were dead when this entry was written. Says one was shot while firing on several of men. Other one blew himself up.

Wilkes

What happened to the dog?

Brimbly

Apparently the dog survived. Says here it made itself at home in the rec room.

insert Of HAND

WILKES

Could you put that down for a minute? I'd really like to get this hand looked at. I'd like to keep at least a couple of fingers!

Brimbly

Oh stop fussing! Fine, come here...It doesn't look too bad. Keep it out of the cold. We'll get some antibiotic ointment and bandage it.

BRIMBLY walks off camera and returns back to WILKES with a bag.

fade out

BRIMBLY (O.C.)

There, all set. It's not too tight, is it?

Wilkes

It's fine.

Brimbly

Alright then, just keep it covered and dry and you should be fine. You and Frampton should be hunkering down for the night. The storm is going to be rough. I'm going to finish up this journal before I turn in for the night.

Wilkes

I don't think you ought to be reading that. That journal should probably only be read by his family. Show some respect for the man's privacy.

Brimbly

I'm sure that after all this is investigated and taking care of, it will be returned to his family. But right now it's important that we find out what we can. And if that means violating a dead man's privacy in hopes that there's some clue as to why this disaster happened,then frankly, I don't give a damn what you think. Privacy doesn't exist out here; not on the ice. And while I can understand and respect your feelings on the issue, I think you're a little young to be trying to give me a damn lecture. Now, get out of here, and take care of that hand.

WILKES exits BRIMBLY's tent.

Wilkes

You can be a real ass sometimes doc!

Brimbly

I'm just doing what needs to be done Wilkes.

Brimbly goes back to reading.

EXT. OUTPOST 31 RUINS - night

WILKES heads over to his tent he notices the dog still hanging around the helicopter.

Wilkes

Hey, dumbass, there's a snowstorm heading right for us! Get your rabid ass in here! Your gonna be a dog-sicle!

The dog comes running towards him. WILKES turns and runs.

Wilkes

I didn't mean it! Get away!

WILKES stumbles, tripping over himself in panic. He lands facedown in the snow. The dog runs right on by him. It heads inside the tent, poking it's head out to look at WILKES.

Wilkes

Stupid mutt, how in the hell did you survive this long? Wilkes picks himself up and enters his tent.

cross-fade on Black

INT. BRIMBLY'S TENT

BRIMBLY is reading. The wind has picked up and the storm has arrived. The narration by the deceased NAULS will be accompanied by shots of the wrecked base and vehicles during the storm.

Nauls (O.C.)

Monday 11:32 AM: the the doc and Macready took off in the chopper to check out the Norway camp. I'd made extra food in case they brought someone back with them. Someone really oughta put that dog in the kennel. That mutt came sniffing in here while I was making dinner. I chased him out with a spatula. I don't need some damn animal leaving hairs in my kitchen and in my ingredients... 8:54 PM: Mac and the Doc the brought something back with them from camp Norway. I guess I should say what's left of camp Norway,the way they talk, the place been torn apart. They brought back some notes and video tapes and something that just makes my skin crawl....some kind of... I don't know, it kinda looked like a man. But... two faces and all warped and...everything just wrong. Is this what the Norgs dug out of the ice? And why did they burn it?

Tuesday 5:52 AM: I can't sleep. I keep seeing that... I remember the sounds from this morning.. the barking and shooting and screaming and the alarm in the hall. When I remember these things my mind tells me that it couldn't have been real. But it's lying in there on the slab in the lab right now. I can't look at it. I keep hearing the sounds that it made, the dog that wasn't really a dog. A horrible wailing accompanied with a chorus of terrified and dying animals. Animals that Blair said it was trying to become. It? Would "IT" become "they"? How can one creature become many? How the hell is any of this possible? Maybe theres something on those video tapes...

5:36PM: They found a spaceship. An honest to God U.F.O.! This is so fucking nuts. I can't believe this crap, I'm a cook, I didn't come out here so I could slug it out with martians in the snow...

9:37 PM: We thought we killed it. It killed bennings. Or became him, or whatever it does when it gets ahold of you. Windows caught it before it could finish transforming. We chased it outside and burned it. We took all the other bodies and burned them too. Wednesday

7:45: Blair's lost it. Killed the rest of the dogs, I think, and completely trashed the radio.He also did a number on the helicopters. There's no way out of here now. Unless someone heard Window's distress call, noone's even gonna come looking for us till spring. We're on our own out here. But maybe we can stop this. Doctor Copper is already working on some sort of test. It might help prove who human and who's....not.

11:54: The test was sabotaged. There's no way of knowing who did it, but I know why. Someone here isn't who they appear to be. It had to be Garry Or Doc. They are the only ones with access to the blood, and the test was the Doc's idea. If the doc's no longer human, it was pretty clever; coming up with a test and then sabotaging it. If it was Garry...well then it was pretty stupid. We tied them both up to be sure.Clark too; seems he had the most contact with that thing-dog. Mac's in charge now. He's got Fuch's trying to come up with a new test. Blairs been locked in the toolshed since this morning. He's refusing to eat anything I bring him....

Turns out I'm not in charge of meals anymore. Fuch's say's that Blair's notes suggest that a single cell from the creature is enough to infect you. He convinced Mac that someone might try to contaminate the food. As long as they have known me, do they really think that I wouldn't notice anyone acting suspicious in MY kitchen? That I wouldn't notice if one little thing was out of place? Maybe they just don't trust me anymore. I know I don't trust THEM anymore. I heard footsteps coming down the hall last night. Stopped at my door. I heard them try the knob. I had locked it. Then I heard what sounded like someone scratching at the bottom of the doorframe. I called out to whoever it was on the other side, and heard'em take off back down the hall. I'm keeping the lights on from now on.

We should have shot that dog on sight. If only one of those unlucky bastards spoke english, we could have stopped this. I only hope that if we don't make it, someone might find this book. stop this sonofabitch before it reaches civilization. So many people...my family..we would never stop its spreading. We have to stop it here. We have to kill it...even if that means we have to die with it.

BRIMBLY puts the book down. He is shaken.

Brimbly

(to himself) Could this be real?

Cut to a scene of the day's previous events. The destroyed camp, the strange remains on the medical table, the spider-head creature, the row of body bags....and finally the dog.

Brimbly

Oh....God!

A quick image of the dogbite on WILKES's hand.

Brimbly

GOD!

EXT. BRIMBLY'S TENT

BRIMBLY rushes out of his tent,heading straight for the helicopter. He has something in his arms. He opens the passenger door and climbs inside.

Frampton (O.C.)

 Doc, what the hell are you doing?

FRAMPTON and WILKES are watching him from their tent. Standing between them is the dog.

End Episode one

Episode 2 : Paranoia

FRAMPTON

What the hell is he doing in there?

WILKES

Hey, Doc, you trying to freeze yourself to death?

CLOSEup on the helicopter.

There is no sign of movement.

FRAMPTON

I'll go see what's going on.

int. frampton's helicopter

FRAMPTON approaches the helicopter. As he nears we can hear the ragged, unsteady breathing of BRIMBLY. When FRAMPTON is right outside, we hear the sound of a gun hammer being cocked back.

FRAMPTON opens the helicopter door.

BRIMBLY

Frampton...

FRAMPTON climbs into the cockpit.

FRAMPTON

You can't stay out here. What's going on?

Brimbly

I need to speak with you about Wilkes.

FRAMPTON

What about him?

BRIMBLY

How has he been since the dog bit him?

FRAMPTON

He's not complaining as much, now that the bleedings stopped.

A brief moment of silence occurs.

BRIMBLY

Frampton, what kind of contact have you had with the animal?

FRAMPTON

Not much. Never really been much of an animal person. What's this about?

BRIMBLY

I want you to keep away from Wilkes and that dog.

FRAMPTON

Is something wrong?

BRIMBLY is silent.

FRAMPTON

You know you been acting awful strange since I gave you that damn diary. Wilkes says your obsessed. What's the matter with you?

Brimbly

We should never have come here.

FRAMPTON

I can't argue with that.

Brimbly

You won't understand. You won't believe...how could you? How could I? All our preconceptions of nature... I don't...we don't know anything.

FRAMPTON

What are you talking about?

BRIMBLY

Frampton, I... believe everything that happened here can be traced back directly to that animal in your tent.

FRAMPTON

That's ridiculous.

BRIMBLY giddlyy laughs.

BRIMBLY

Thats what I would have thought two hours ago.

FRAMPTON

It's just the cold, it's not letting you think straight. This whole situation is messing with our heads.We have to go back inside. You just need some rest-

BRIMBLY

I'm not going!

FRAMPTON

Damn it man! If you don't get out, me and Wilkes are gonna come back here and drag you out!

BRIMBLY

You aren't leaving either. Not until I'm sure.

FRAMPTON

Of what?

BRIMBLY pulls a revolver and points it at FRAMPTON.

FRAMPTON

Hey! What the hell?!

BRIMBLY

(Determined) I'm going to ask you again. When you were with Wilkes and that dog, did either do anything that seemed strange? Anything?

FRAMPTON

Hey, man, I-

BRIMBLY

I don't want to shoot you. But if I can't trust you to give me a straight answer...

FRAMPTON is shaking.

FRAMPTON

Jesus man...I don't know! I...I think Wilkes said that it was trying to get inside here. Right before it bit him. Listen Doc, I don't know why your doing this...

BRIMBLY

Because... you may not be the same man that you were this morning.

FRAMPTOm

What?

BRIMBLY

You remember the bodies in the infirmary? The strange creature? I think they used to be human.

FRAMPTON

How is that possible?

BRIMBLY

They were ...infected somehow. The details aren't clear....

FRAMPTON

What does that have to do with us?

BRIMBLY

(Sure of himself) It's the dog. It has to be the dog.

FRAMPTON

What do you mean, it has -

BRIMBLY

(snapping) SHUT UP!

FRAMPTON is silent.

BRIMBLY

Goddamn you Frampton! If you only knew the thoughts racing through my mind! How can I trust you? How can I?! You could already be one of them!

FRAMPTON

I don't know what your talking about!

BRIMBLY

Oh, I bet you do. I've found proof of what happened. Terrible proof. And it's making me crazy, knowing, and not knowing if it's already too late.

FRAMPTON

Brimbly...Let me help you. Tell me what happened out here and let me help.

BRIMBLY

What makes you think I still trust you?

FRAMPTON

  You trust me more than Wilkes. You asked me to keep away from them.

BRIMBLY

I thought you...I thought you were possibly still safe.

FRAMPTON

And what do you think now?

BRIMBLY

I think...I think that maybe the only reason I'm not dead is because the monsters don't know I'm on to them.

FRAMPTON just stares at him and bursts out laughing.

FRAMPTON

Monsters?! Ah, buddy, I can't believe this! You really had me scared, man! Waving that gun really had me sold! Seriously! Hey, come one, was it the abominable snowman? Huh? Wendigo? Giant man-eating penguin? Your a sick man!

BRIMBLY reaches for something laying at his feet. He picks it up and sets it in his lap. It is the tape recorder. He presses the PLAY button. The machine groans as it's damaged parts begin to operate, scraping against it's own internal mechanisms. A distorted and broken voice resonates in the cockpit. It kills off FRAMPTON's laugh.

MACREADY (ON TAPE)

I'm going to hide this tape when (garbled). If none (garbled) make it, at least there will be some kind of record. The storm's been hitting us ha-(garbled) now for 48 hours. We still have nothing to go on. (garbled) thing (garbled) it rips through (garbled) it takes you over.(garbled for several seconds) They could be anybody- Nobody... nobody trusts anybody now, and we're all very tired... there's nothing more I can do, just wait... R.J. MacReady, helicopter pilot, US Outpost #31.

FRAMPTON looks at BRIMBLY. Looking for any sign of deception. Anything that told him this was a setup. BRIMBLY shakes his head.

FRAMPTON

Mother-of-shit.

BRIMBLY

Yes. Something like that.

FRAMPTON

We should get on the radio and warn those Norwe-

BRIMBLY

It's too late.

FRAMPTON

Huh?

BRIMBLY

The Norwegian camp is just like this one. We aren't going to find any survivors. That's where it started. The Norway scientists found something out here in the ice. Something alive. And whatever it is, it destroyed their base and nearly killed them all. Then, they chased it all the way here...and it started all over again.

FRAMPTON

How do you know that?

BRIMBLY

The Norwegian Base was mentioned in the journal. Know what else was mentioned? They were chasing what looked like a normal sled dog.

FRAMPTON seems to mull this over for a moment.

FRAMPTON

So...what was it?

Another moment of silence occurs.

BRIMBLY

Something that looked like a dog, but wasn't. A..shape shifting organism. Or maybe a virus...some...something with the ability to either replicate, or assimilate it's prey.

FRAMPTON

A what?

BRIMBLY

It takes on the form of whatever it kills. A perfect imitation. Undetectable to the human eye...my God! Have you any idea, what would happen if this thing reached the coast? The Mainland? Life on earth as we know it could be completely wiped out. And these men knew that. This wasn't sabotage, this was a sucide! That's why the vehicles are ruined. They couldn't risk it escaping. These men gave their lives trying to stop this thing...and I will not allow any such sacrifice to have been in vain. If there's the slightest chance that the organisms cell are still alive, we have to destroy it. We Have to take steps. We can't let this thing spread any farther.

FRAMPTON

What are we gonna do?

BRIMBLY

We have to destroy everything that this thing might have touched.

Frampton

How?

BRIMBLY

We burn it. Siphion the fuel from the helicopter. The bodies, clothing, everything.

Frampton

Wilkes and the dog? You can't mean them?

BRIMBLY

I'm afraid we may have no choice.

FRAMPTON

We can't just kill Wilkes! Not without proof! Your a doctor, can't you come up with some sort of test? A way to tell if he's infected?

BRIMBLY

Maybe. The journal mentioned something about some kind of blood test. It was sabotaged, so there is a chance it might have worked. But I don't have the equipment-

FRAMPTON

There's gotta be something in the infirmary that's still usuable.

BRIMBLY

Maybe, but we don't have much time. The next chopper arrives sometimes tomorrow. We can't risk exposing more people. We gotta destroy anything that might be contaminated before anyone else arrives.

FRAMPTON

We do it tonight then! After he's asleep, I'll sneak out to the infirmary and see what's salvageable.

BRIMBLY

Blood vials, clean syringes, gauze, anything useful for drawing and storing blood. As many as you can find. I'll start siphoning the chopper as soon as we're certain he's out. We can store it in my tent.

FRAMPTON

This is nuts.

BRIMBLY

Only if I'm wrong.

FRAMPTON

And what if your are?

BRIMBLY

I'm not.

FRAMPTON

What happens if he catches us? What if he doesn't want the test?

BRIMBLY

We don't give him a choice. We'll sedate him, strap him down, and perform the test on him, you, and the dog.

FRAMPTON

Me?

BRIMBLY

I'll need your blood for the test to work. Don't worry, I won't tie you down.

FRAMPTON

That doesn't make me any less uneasy.

BRIMBLY

I don't like the situation any more than you do. But it has to be done. Get ready.

Ext. Frampton's Helicopter


FRAMPTON exits the aircraft. He heads towards the two tents. WILKES watches from just outside theirs. FRAMPTON joins him.

INT. TENTS - NIGHT

WILKES

What's going on?

FRAMPTON

Nothing. The doc's just looking at some maps.

WILKES

What for?

FRAMPTON

He was trying to calculate the distance from the Norg camp. I was helping.

WILKES

We should get some rest.

FRAMPTON

Yeah, we should. I'm staying in Doc's tent.

WILKES

Suit yourself.

Cross-Fade On Black

EXT. tents - night

The time is 3:00 AM. All is quiet, except for the artic wind.

A figure silently slips out of BRIMBLY's tent. It's FRAMPTON. He pauses outside the tent Wilkes is occupying, listening for any sign of movement. There is no movement and he makes his way over to the chopper. BRIMBLY is still there, his eyes fixed on WILKES'S tent as if expecting him to come out at any moment. FRAMPTON climbs inside.

FRAMPTON

(Quiet) I read the journal.

BRIMBLY acknowledges with a grunt.

FRAMPTON

I can kinda see why you acted the way you did. It's a lot to drop in a guy's lap, ya, know?

BRIMBLY

Yes.

FRAMPTON

So...it's just you and me.

BRIMBLY

And what's out there.

FRAMPTON

How do we know it isn't over? I mean, maybe it's dead?

BRIMBLY

No dog could make it out here-

FRAMPTON

Maybe it could! You don't know! It could have survived by digging under the snow! Feeding on the dead! It might even be from the Norwegian base!

BRIMBLY

(calm) It is tragic that you'd choose to deny the truth, despite how high the evidence is stacked in front of you, instead of dealing with the problem at hand. Is he asleep?

FRAMPTON

 I think so.

BRIMBLY

Then let's get started.

The pair exits the helicopter

cross-fade on black

INT. WILKES's TENT - EARLY MORNING

WILKES wakes up. The dog is not there with him.

WILKES

Run off again. Damnit.

WILKES exits the tent. The storm is not as bad as it had been last night, but the falling snow still limits his visibility. He marches off into the white.

Wilkes

Stupid Goddamn animal! I gotta risk my neck just so we can say we brought back a survivor?

Somewhere up ahead a dog barks.

WILKES

Here, dog! Come here boy!

More Barking.

Wilkes

Keep talking. I'll get you.

EXT. OUTPOST 31 RUINS - EARLY MORNING

WILKES makes his way through the wrecked outpost.

WILKES

They'll probably give you a medal...

More Barking.

WILKES

...put you on a stand, tell everyone how brave you are...

WILKES stumbles, hits the ground. He gets up and curses.

WILKES

Where are you!?

EXT. TENTS - EARLY MORNING

FRAMPTON rushes out of WILKES'S tent with a look of unwelcome surprise on his face.

FRAMPTON

They're not here!

BRIMBLY

(Alarmed) WHAT!? Where are they?

FRAMPTON

I don't know!

Something on the ground catches BRIMBLY's attention.

BRIMBLY

(Kneeling to the ground) Look. Tracks in the snow. Human. Dog. Heading into the Outpost.

FRAMPTON

What do we do?

BRIMBLY

(brandishing the revolver) What has to be done! Hurry!

They follow the tracks.

EXT. Outpost 31 RUINS - MORNING

WILKES is freezing. His face is starting to show the first signs of frostbite. He can barely stand.

WILKES

(weakly) Maybe we should go back to camp...

He suddenly realizes that he's not sure where that is. He's lost his bearings.

EXT. OUTPOST 31 RUINS - MORNING

BRIMBLY and FRAMPTON continue their frantic search.

FRAMPTON

Wilkes! Wilkes, where are you?


EXT. OUTPOST 31 RUINS - Morning

WILKES lies motionless in the snow.

FRAMPTON(O.C.)

Wilkes!

WILKES opens his eyes.

WILKES

(Straining to be heard) Over here! Help me!

FRAMPTON, upon hearing the radioman's voice, rushes forward.

FRAMPTON

Ah shit, man! Hey DOC! hurry! (to Wilkes) What the fuck were you thinking?!

WILKES

Gotta bring the dog back...medals...

FRAMPTON

What?

BRIMBLY

Get out of the way Frampton!

FRAMPTON turns to see BRIMBLY pointing the pistol in their direction.

FRAMPTON

Put that fucking thing away, he needs help!

BRIMBLY

(Harsh) How do you know? This might be a setup.

FRAMPTON

For Christ sakes doc, look at him!

BRIMBLY

(wary) Where's the dog?

FRAMPTON

Forget the dog! We have to help him!

BRIMBLY

We can't trust him!

FRAMPTON

I'll take my fucking chances!

FRAMPTON reaches for WILKES.

BRIMBLY

Don't!

Brimbly fires the gun at them. It just misses Frampton.

FRAMPTON

Goddamn you!

BRIMBLY looks stupidly at the gun. FRAMPTON uses this chance to rush him. FRAMPTON knocks him down, causing the gun to drop. FRAMPTON retrieves it. He points it at the now helpless doctor.

FRAMPTON

(furious) You've lost your shit. You realize that?

BRIMBLY

(desperate) Frampton, it's not him! He's not human! Please! It will kill us!

FRAMPTON

The only one trying to kill anybody is you!

BRIMBLY

Your not looking at the big picture. Your risking everyone's lives. Everyone! The entire God damned planet! Do you see that!?

FRAMPTON

(commanding) We'll be careful. We tie him up. Do the test. We make sure. Got it?

BRIMBLY

(defeat) Your going to kill us.

FRAMPTON

Get on your feet. Now move.

FRAMPTON grabs WILKES and hoists him over his shoulder. He gestures for BRIMBLY to walk out front, so he can keep an eye on him.

FRAMPTON

The next time you point a gun at me, you better fucking kill me.

BRIMBLY is crestfallen as FRAMPTON carries WILKES back to camp.

Cross-fade on white

INT. TENTS - DAY

WILKES is tied to a chair. He appears heavily sedated. FRAMPTON stands nearby.

FRAMPTON

Wilkes? Wilkes, can you hear me?

WILKES

(drugged) Where am I?

FRAMPTON

Your back in your tent. You went outside and got lost in the storm. Remember? You said you were after the dog.

WILKES

(drugged) Dog?

FRAMPTON

Yes, Wilkes, the dog we found.

BRIMBLY enters the tent.

BRIMBLY

Wilkes, where is the dog?

WILKES

(drugged, happy to see him.) Hey doc, I think my toes is messed up. I can't feel'em. Could you take a looks?

BRIMBLY keeps his distance.

brimbly

 Perhaps later. Wilkes, we need to find that dog.

WILKES:(nodding in agreement) We sure do! We got to go an get him a medal...hey, if mmmy toes are gone, do you think I'll get a medal too? I haven't won a medal since high school track...I beat Jeremy Simmons in the long jump...bet it's harder with no toes...

FRAMPTON

Maybe we'll each get one. That would be nice, huh?

WILKES

Oh yeah...hey!

WILKES notices that he is tied to the chair.

WILKES

I can't move! What's going on?


FRAMPTON

You're tied down.

Wilkes

(confused, still druggy) No, it ain't, I been tied up! What for?

FRAMPTON

(Preparing a syringe) We don't want you to hurt yourself. You might run off again. Frampton injects Wilkes with more sedatives.

WILKES

(drifting off) I'm not gonna run off any more. Its too cold out there...and its so cold, and white... I wanna stay inside with my friends...everything out there is dead...

WILKES is unconscious. FRAMPTON gives BRIMBLY a worried glance. BRIMBLY looks grim.

FRAMPTON

Storms over. Are we ready?

BRIMBLY

When the time comes...will you be prepared to kill it?

FRAMPTON

If the time comes, yes. But for now I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt.

BRIMBLY

I'll start unloading the bodies. You get the burn pile started. I'm gonna need to draw some blood...from each of us.

FRAMPTON

Okay...


FADE TO BLACK-CUT TO -

CLOSEup ON A MAKESHIFT TABLE

INT. WILKES'S TENT - day

Two crates and a long flat chunk of sheet metal stacked on top have been thrown together as a sort of makeshift workbench. Sitting on top are several flasks sitting in a fire-scorched flaskholder. Two of them are filled halfway with blood. Laying beside are several petri dishes. A few yards away is a large pile of broken crates. FRAMPTON is standing over it, dousing it with liberal amounts of helicopter fuel and kerosene. BRIMBLY is carrying a bodybag over his shoulder. He places it on the pile, heads back to the helicopter, and returns with another corpse.

FRAMPTON

So, how is this supposed to work?

BRIMBLY

I don't know if it will work. The only thing we have are educated guesses. We know that supposedly all that is needed to assimilate another organism is a single invader cell. Maybe a single cell is in of itself an entire organism.

FRAMPTON

What?

BRIMBLY

Consider the burnt corpse we found in the infirmary. It's head was detached from the body. And then we found the strange insect-like creature with a humanoid face. I suggest that both creatures are part of the same whole. And that each part is itself made up of smaller parts, each with the ability and desire to survive on it's own.

FRAMPTON

I'm not sure what you mean...

BRIMBLY

I'm saying that when they burned that body in the infirmary, the head apparently freed itself and attempted an escape.

FRAMPTON

Freed?

BRIMBLY

Somewhat like some species of lizard that lose their tail when attacked by a predator. But much more sophisticated. The imitation could not have had any use for limbs on it's head, it would never have passed for human. The limbs must have been an act of necessity, spawned as a means of locamotion. This act implies that this organism, this thing, is able to manipulate it's shape at will. This would have to be done at the cellular level. Millons of imitation cells working together to escape annihilation. Now, with that in mind, lets consider the blood. Human blood is composed mainly of red blood cells and plasma. It's main function is to deliver necessary substances to the body's cells. But when an invader cell is introduced into the blood stream, it attacks red and white bloodcells, absorbing and assimilating them into more invader cells, only disguised now as ordinary blood cells. These cells are carried via the bloodstream throughout the entire body, allowing these imitator cells to quickly spread and infest other parts of the body. The host might not even realize anything is wrong-until nothing but imitation remains. And noone would be able to tell the difference, because the imitation would be perfect. All the quirks, mannerisms, possibly even memories of the victim's life would be absorbed and utilized by this monstrousity, to uphold a facade of humanity.

BRIMBLY grins.

BRIMBLY

But even a perfect imitation, is still just that; imitation. A group of cells working together as a whole. But separate a small group from that whole, such as this supposedly human blood drawn from Wilkes... and we now have two groups of cells, each cell still an indivudal itself...with it's own desire to survive! And willing to damn the main mass in doing so! If this imitation-blood is put in close promiximity to uncontaminated blood...what do you think will happen?

FRAMPTON

I don't know...it might try to absorb it?

BRIMBLY

I believe it would. We'll know presently. Brimbly produces an empty syringe.

BRIMBLY jabs it into his own arm, and withdraws a decent amount of blood.

BRIMBLY

Take the flask filled with your blood, and pour it into one of those petri dishes.

FRAMPTON

Okay.

FRAMPTON pours the blood into the petri dish. BRIMBLY approaches the table. He turns to face FRAMPTON

BRIMBLY

When a doctor is preparing a blood transfusion, it is important to make sure the donor and the recipient's blood are compatible. If the donor blood posesses cells with different surface molecules than those of the recipient's, let's say, my A positive and your B postive, then the antibodies in our blood will recognize each other's blood sample as foreign. It will trigger an immune response, resulting in blood clotting.

BRIMBLY takes the blood filled syringe, and injects half of the contents into the petri dish with FRAMPTON's blood.

BRIMBLY

I suppose if you weren't human, Frampton, you would have killed me by now.You have had plenty of opportunities.But Better safe than sorry. We'll see if this clotts...

cross-fade on black

Closeup on a petri dish of clotted blood.

Cut to a CLOSEup ON BRIMBLY 

BRIMBLY is looking down. He coughs.

BRIMBLY

It seems to be normal.

FRAMPTON

So we're clean?

BRIMBLY

I think so...

FRAMPTON

So now we try Wilkes?

Brimbly

His blood type is B positive. Human blood should clot. If it does anything else-.

FRAMPTON

What happens if Wilkes doesn't pass the test? How do we deal with him?

BRIMBLY

IT. We kill it. I imagine it will try the same to us.

CUT TO -

Ext. Burn pile - DAY

WILKES is still tied down in his chair, but as the camera pulls back, we see that now he is sitting amongst the bodybags in the middle of the burn pile.

CUT TO -

BRIMBY takes a vile of blood from the flask holder. He pours the blood into a empty petri dish.

CUT TO -

FRAMPTON draws blood from WILKES's arm with a syringe.

WILKES

(drugged) What's going on?

FRAMPTON

We're just trying a little experiment. Nothing to worry about.

BRIMBLY

(Sharp) Frampton!

FRAMPTON

(hurrying over) I'm coming!

BRIMBLY

Don't talk to it.

FRAMPTON

What?

BRIMBLY

I don't want it wise to us.

FRAMPTON

Are you serious? He's sedated.

BRIMBLY

We don't have time to argue. Grab a flare.

FRAMPTON

Huh? Oh, right.

FRAMPTON lights a flare.

BRIMBLY

Are you ready?

FRAMPTON

(Holding the flare) Yeah....

BRIMBLY takes the blood filled syringe and holds the needle directly over the petri dish. His breathing becomes shallow, his heart racing. A small drop of WILKES's blood hangs from the needle's tip.

CLOSE ON BLOOD BRIMBLY'S FACE IN BG - SLOW MOTION

The droplet of blood falls.

TOP DOWN VIEW OF PETRI DISH - SLOW MOTION

The blood falls into the petri of BRIMBLY's blood. It creates a pool like ripple effect when it lands. BRIMBLY holds his breath, waiting.

FRAMPTON

(anxious) Well?

BRIMBLY

We have to wait. It needs time. Just keep those flares lit...

Fade to black.

Ext. Tents - Evening

CLOSE ON BRIMBLY (BACKSIDE)

BRIMBLY Stands over the workbench, his back to us.

BRIMBLY

Sonofabitch.

FRAMPTON

Doc?

BRIMBLY

Goddamned, motherfucking, sonofabitch. Perfect. Too fucking perfect!

FRAMPTON

Brimbly, what the hell are you doing? Who are you talking to.

BRIMBLY turns to face him. There is a grim smirk on his lips.

BRIMBLY

(bitter) Oh...nobody. Nobody human anyway. Wilkes clotted. The imitation really is perfect. I can't prove anyone human. I can't prove anything.

BRIMBLY looks to his left.

CLOSEup ON One of the CRATES Frampton was chopping

There is an axe embedded in it.

FRAMPTON

(watching Wilkes) What do we do now? Do we untie him?

BRIMBLY

(Quietly)) Yes. Untie him...


As FRAMPTON reaches WILKES, BRIMBLY sneaks up behind him, axe at the ready!

BRIMBLY

We do what we have to. Nothing gets out of here alive!

BRIMBLY brings the axe down on the middle of FRAMPTON's back. FRAMPTON falls to the ground with a painful cry. His flare drops to the ground.

CLOSEup ON THE REVOLVER that has fallen to the ground.

Brimbly reaches down and carefully picks it up. Amid this we hear Frampton's agonized sobs. He points the barrel downward, at Frampton's head.

FRAMPTON

(weakly) Why...?

Brimbly Pauses.

BRIMBLY

(regret) I didn't want to. You didn't deserve this. (voice breaking) I have always considered you a good man...a good friend.  It's the only way, you see? Kill off the infected, destroy the potential for infection, and the disease can no longer spread. I'm going to finish this. Then I will die, burning in hell if there is one. Please understand...please... forgive me?

FRAMPTON

Brimbly...I can't...I can't-feel anything...I'm...

BRIMBLY

 Frampton!

FRAMPTON is silent.


BRIMBLY falls to his knees, clutching his chest. He retches. He lays there gasping for a moment. He looks up, towards the burn pit.

Ext. Burnpit - Evening

WILKES is frostbitten badly.

BRIMBLY

(hoarse, rambling to self) I can't stop. I have to finish this...told him I'd finish... oh God forgive me...!

BRIMBLY staggers over to the burn pile. WILKES is unconscious.

Brimbly

Hey! Wake up!

BRIMBLY takes aim with the revolver. He fires. WILKES'S left kneecap shatters as the bullet enters his leg. The sudden extreme pain yanks him back to consciousness, he cries out in suprise.

BRIMBLY

You bastard! You think I don't know your kind? I've spent my life fighting monsters like you! Smallpox! Cholera! Ebola! Your a plague, a God-damned sentient pandemic in the making!

WILKES

My leg!

BRIMBLY produces a flare from his pocket. He ignites it, then threateningly holds it at the burn pit.

BRIMBLY

You going to tell me where that "dog" is?

WILKES

(Bewildered) Brimbly... you shot me!

BRIMBLY

Tell me where the dog is, or you burn!

WILKES

(seeing Frampton) What did you do?

BRIMBLY

He's gone.

WILKES

What?! No! Brimbly, what have you done?!

BRIMBLY

The same I'll do to you if you don't give me that dog! Stop stalling!

WILKES

I dont know what happened to the dog.

BRIMBLY

Your lying!.

WILKES

No, I swear! I lost him in the storm. What do you want it for?

BRIMBLY

Don't act like you don't know.

WILKES

I don't know! What's happened to you?

BRIMBLY

The dog infected you.

WILKES

What the fuck are you talking about?

BRIMBLY

You are not the real Wilkes! You can't be! Maybe you think you actually are, but your not real!

WILKES

Are you crazy?!

BRIMBLY

(accusing) You were bitten by that dog-imitation.You had the most exposure to the animal. Then you went missing in the middle of the night. And it was you who tried to discourage me from reading that journal.

WILKEs

  Why did you kill Frampton?

BRIMBLY

So you couldn't infect him too! I have to stop it from spreading...

WILKES

But I'm Wilkes! I really am! You gotta believe me!

BRIMBLY takes aim with the revolver once more. This time for the head.

BRIMBLY

(grim) It doesn't matter. As soon as I put down that journal, I already knew our fate. We have to die, and we have to take the thing  with us. I'm sorry.

WILKES

Wait a minu- NO!

QUICK CUT TO-

EXT. OUTPOST 31 RUINS - EVENING

A loud gunshot echos through the camp.

cross-fade on black

 CLOSEup ON A large FUEL CAN.

EXT. Burnpile - afternoon

CLOSEup ON A CAN OF FUEL being poured over the bodies of of Wilkes, Frampton, and the others.

BRIMBLY struggles with the heavy container, his body has started showing the first signs of frostbite. Nearby a portable electric heater chugs noisely away. BRIMBLY finishes saturating the burn pile. He shuffles over to the helicopter.

CUT TO-

Int. BRIMBLY'S Tent Afternoon

BRIMBLY sits in his chair. On the crate in front of him is the tape recorder. Brimbly presses record.

BRIMBLY

My name is Doctor Jacob Brimbly. I'm the Former Physician of U.S. Outpost #47. If you are listening to this tape, I am likely already dead. Three men were dispatched to invistigate a distress signal transmited from Outpost 31. When we arrived, we discovered the base was in ruins. We found several bodies...but no survivors. I have discovered that an unknown lifeform had been the culprit. This lifeform, unlike anything we have ever seen, is the most dangerous organism on the planet. It can infect and assimilate it's victims. This means it can spread very quickly...like a plague. Its most terrifying aspect however is that it immitates the appearance and behavior of it's victim! This creature, if it can even be called that, is able to look and act like a man you have known your entire life. It is extremely difficult to detect. If this organism were to reach the Antarctic coast there would be no way anyone could stop it. It would take only a few years at most before our planet would be completly infested. With so much at stake, I knew I could not let anything leave our camp. Nothing must come back. Not even our bodies. Everything must be burned. I have killed radio operator Jim Wilkes because I suspect he had been infected by the creature. I also take full responsibility for the murder of Leroy Frampton, the pilot who brought us here. I will destroy as much of the remains as I can before I freeze to death. Please, whoever finds this tape, whoever you are, you must make certain that every body you discover be incinerated.

A dog barks outside the tent.

CUT TO-

EXT. BRIMBLY'S TENT

BRIMBLY steps outside.

The dog is wandering around the burnpile. It doesn't seem to notice BRIMBLY. BRIMBLY looks over at-

CLOSE ON The REVOLVER Laying on top of the workbench.

BRIMBLY retrives it and approaches the creature. The husky notices him, it begins to back away, issuing a low growl of warning.

CUT TO-

EXT. BURNPILE-EVENING

BRIMBLY steps into the middle of the burnpile and points the gun at the canine. The dog starts barking at him. BRIMBLY takes aim....

INSERT of bRIMBLY'S POV of The dog in the gunsights.


MEDIUM SHOT OF BURNPILE - FOCUS ON BRIMBLY

INSERT of BRIMBLY'S EYES, THE DOGS EYES, and A THUMB COCKS BACK THE HAMMER

BACK TO SCENE-

In the background behind BRIMBLY, with the sound of cracking ice, a bodybag SITS UP. BRIMBLY whirls around at the noise.

FOCUS ON THE BODY BAG

The bodybag is as still as a statue. BRIMBLY just stares stupidly. The thing in the bag cannot see BRIMBLY but it can certainly sense him.

BRIMBLY

You lying sonofabitch!

BRIMBLY fires the gun at the bag. BRIMBLY's bullet rips into the skull of whatever's inside.


BRIMBLY grabs his flare and ignites it. He lobs it into the pile. The pile ignites into a big cadaver bonfire.

the bagthing

Screeeeeeee!!!

THE BAGTHING comes flying out of the flames! It flops into the snow near BRIMBLY. It flops about like a stranded fish, fire eating away at the bag. THE BAGTHING rolls onto its back, zipper sticking skyward. Suddenly, inhuman hands tear through at the sides, grasping, reaching...

CLOSEup ON BODYBAG MIDSECTION

The hands grab hold and tear the bag open from the outside. A figure emerges from the bag like a butterfly emerges from some infernal cocoon. Horrible rumbling and insect-like noises emmanate from the dark man-shaped being.

BRIMBLY fires twice. The first shot misses, but the second lands squarly in the creatures back. Growling, the creature turns to face him it's eyes finally focused on it's foe. BRIMBLY is stunned.

It looks an awful lot like NAULS THE COOK.

BRIMBLY

Jesus....


The revolver fires, and NAULS-THING'S lower jaw is blown off! Reeling backward, NAULS-THING gurgles as it tries to keep from falling back into the fire.


BRIMBLY fires the revolver once more. The next shot sends it tumbling down into the fire. NAULS-THING howls in pain as the fires singe away the flesh on its back. But the creature is still not yet finished, it leaps back to it's feet even as the tissue of its back, arms and head still burns with flammable liquid. Wet, squishy, and charred flesh begins to slough off in disgusting flame-flicked piles. NAULS-THING'S tongue stretches down past the chin line, splitting into a tentacled horror resembling that of a cuttlefish's mouth. Six-inch, black needle-like claws emerge from the creatures already alien hands. Long, curved, and barbed spines jut from the spinal cord of the creature. Bloody black eyes stare upward as the beast screams at the sky. BRIMBLY runs for his life.

EXT. OUTPOST 31 RUINS

BRIMBLY runs through the ruins, desperate for some sort of hiding place. Somewhere not far behind, NAULS-THING screams.

THING POV of MOVING THROUGH THE PATH Brimbly took, but much faster.

It pauses, seemingly losing it's prey for the moment. Looking from side to side.

CUT TO

INT. KENNEL

BRIMBLY is hiding in a corner of the dog kennel. There is no sign of any movement.

The faint sound of crunching snow can be heard in the distance. The sound is getting louder. NAULS-THING is getting closer. A low gurgle is heard right outside the dog kennel. A monstrous shape shambles by the Kennel Fencing. It pauses. BRIMBLY dares not breathe.

CLOSEup ON An ALIEN HAND Slipping through the links.

It grasps the cold metal. It grabs hold of the fence with both arms and rips the wire fence open. It climbs inside. BRIMBLY is trapped.

NAULS-THING steps towards BRIMBLY. BRIMBLY raises the revolver and points it at NAULS-THING...

BRIMBLY pulls the trigger but only a clicking sound is heard. The gun is empty. The creature opens it's jaws, tentacles dripping with slime.

BRIMBLY

I've killed everybody.

Something behind NAULS-THING growls.

NAULS-THING turns around just as the husky pounces on top of it! NAULS-THING howls in rage, as this new enemy savages it. They tumble to the ground in a mass of fur and talons. BRIMBLY escapes in the chaos. The dog suddenly cries out.

INT.BRIMBLY'S TENT

BRIMBLY enters the tent. He hits record on the tape recorder.

MACREADY (ON TAPE)

I'm going to hide this tape when (garbled). If none (garbled) make it, at least there will be some kind of record. The storm's been-

THING POV of it Making it's way toward the tent


hitting us ha-(garbled) now for 48 hours. We still have nothing to go on. (garbled) thing (garbled) it rips through (garbled) it takes you over.(garbled for several seconds) They could be anybody- Nobody... nobody trusts anybody now, and we're all very tired... there's nothing more I can do, just wait... R.J. MacReady, helicopter pilot, US Outpost #31.

THING POV of it Entering tent


INT. BRMBLY'S TENT

NAULS-THING enters the TENT. BRIMBLY's not there.

CLOSEup ON The TAPE RECORDER

NAULS-THINGS SMASHES it!


NAULS-THING gurgles aggitatedly; it has been tricked! Where was its prey?

The sound of a flare being lit is heard from outside. The Thing turns and looks out...

CUT TO-

BRIMBLY is holding a flare. He tosses it on the ground. A line of fire shoots straight for NAULS-THING, following a set path of poured fuel. NAULS-THING turns around to see where it's headed.

THING POV of Brimbly's tent

BRIMBLY's tent is filled with cans of helicopter fuel and kerosene.

NAULS-THING has nowhere to go. There is no time. It thrashes it's arms up and down in a final act of rage, roaring at its killer.

Brimbly

Fuck yourself.

The tent explodes and a massive fireball shoots up into the sky.

FADE OUT

cut to-

ext. arctic land - day

Two Helicopters Circle the smoking crater.

PILOT

For Christ Sake!

2ND CHOPPER PILOT

You see anything?

PILOT

Not yet....wait!

2ND PILOT

What is it?

PILOT

I think I got something...

EXT. FRAMPTON'S HELICOPTER

BRIMBLY is lying half buried in snow.

soldier (o.c.)

Brimbly?

BRIMBLY is unresponsive.

soldier(o.c)

Dr, Brimbly? Can you hear me?

BRIMBLY's eyes open weakly

BRIMBLY POV

An armed artic soldier is looking down at him.

SOLDIEr

Dr. Brimbly,we need to get you back to base. Can you tell us what happened here?

BRIMBLY spots movement behind the soldier. It's another soldier playing with the dog.

BRIMBLY tries to shout a warning, but finds that no sound will come. His lungs have been scorched. He gesticulates and flails widly to no avail, he has no way of warning them. He is carried off to the helicopter. He is sedated. The dog gets in.

PILOT

OUTPOST 47, this is chopper 2, we have injured passengers enroute to base, prep the infirmary. Chopper 3 will continue to search, over.

OUTPOST 47 RADIO OPERATOR

Roger that, chopper 2, we await your arrival... The Helicopter Flys off into the white...

END ACT 1

 


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