[talking into tape recorder]I'm going to hide this tape when I'm finished. If none of us make it, at least there'll be some kind of record. The storm's been hitting us hard now for 48 hours. We still have nothing to go on.
[MacReady briefly turns of tape recorder and takes a drink of whisky. He looks at the torn longjohns and turns it back on]One other thing: I think it rips through your clothes when it takes you over. Windows found Bennings' torn and bloody clothes in the storage room after he was taken over. Earlier, Nauls found a pair of shredded and dirty longjohns in the kitchen trash can, but the nametag was missing. They could be anybody's. Nobody... nobody trusts anybody now, and we're all very tired... There's nothing more I can do, just wait... This is R.J. MacReady, helicopter pilot, US outpost #31.
[turns off recorder]
[Holding TNT in one hand, and a lit flare in the other]Anybody touches me, and we go!
[reads from the book]
[reading from the notebook]"There is still cellular activity in these burned remains. They're not dead yet!"
[pause]Fine! Windows, you come with us. You, me and Nauls will check the outside. Palmer, you and Childs check the inside. Norris, you stay here and watch Gary, Clark, and the Doc. Any one of them moves or tries to break free, you fry 'em. If you see or hear anything... anything at all, you cut loose on the sirens. We all meet back here in 20 minutes... regardless! And everybody watch who ever you're with... real close.