The Thing

ANTARCTICA, WINTER 1982

Ok, I've got another one.

A good one.

A man and a woman are making love one night...

when their young boy walks in.

Wait a minute.

Is this the right way?

Olav!

What the hell are we looking for?

Just keep going straight.

We are getting close to the source of the signal.

Ok, carry on.

The boy is horrified. He runs out of the room crying.

The mother says, "Oh my God, what should we do?"

The father says, "I'll handle this."

He walks out the room.

Goes and opens his son's door...

And there is little Sven, lying on top of Grandma.

Just giving her the business.

Going up and down. Up and down.

And the boy turns around and looks at his father...

"Not so funny when it's your mom, is it?"

We're close.

We're right on top of it.

Nobody move.

Oh my God!

Watch your step.

You made it!

Of course I did.

We found a fucking alien!

Cheers!

There's nothing here.

Let's check over there.

Lars' dog.

Did you hear that?

Be careful.

Let's go.

Oh my God.

It killed Henrik.

Edvard, we are running out of time.

Peder, Jonas, bring it inside.

Shit.

We just lost four people. We have no helicopter or radio.

You are making a mistake by bringing in outside help.

We could lose the discovery.