Breeders Page #3

OK. But I'll warn you right now.

I have a tortured history with men.

Hello?

Mum! I don't believe this is you.

Why? Why?

Because I haven't heard from you in months.

Not since my cheques stopped coming.

No, I'm not mad.

What could I do? I went out and I got a job.

Yes, you heard me. A job.

A good one too.

Except when the models get iced.

What? No, nothing.

I do hair, I do a little styling, a little make-up.

Styling. It's too hard to explain.

Let's just say it pays the rent.

The rent. The rent.

The rent is fine. It's nothing.

I live in the safest part of the East Village.

What?

No, no, no.

I mean...

Why would I be here if it wasn't?

Have you ever thought I was a fool?

Oh, well, thank you very much

for your vote of confidence.

I'm going to take a bath. Is there anything

you wish to discuss before I go?

Of course I'm still a good girl.

You may not believe it, but the subject

has come up frequently in the last few days.

Yes. Yes, don'tworry.

At this rate I'll be the oldest living innocent

female on the isle of Manhattan.

Mother, goodbye. Call me next Sunday.

Maybe I'll do something to shock you.

I'm only kidding.

Goodbye.

God, I wish I'd done something

that would shock her.

Pain or pleasure, sugar?

It's lady's choice. I don't want money.

I just want a good time.

- You wanna play button?

- Button?

Sure. For every zipper I unzip,

you unbutton a button.

Looks like you got a lot of buttons on that shirt.

That was a zip. Now you owe me a button.

You got it. That's how the game is played.

If Dr Markum is right,

the dust showing on these samples

will still only exist in a few locations.

I thought it was all over... under the city.

Most foundation sites have been sealed off

tight. Let's see what's left.

Grand Central we've got covered.

Grand Concourse, too far north.

South Street is too far south.

Madison Square.

Maybe.

Battery Park. Covered, but too far south.

- Empire State Building?

- It's dead centre.

- Oh, my God!

- What?

Look at this.

There's an additional location.

- Where?

- Right underneath us.

Hello?

It's for you.

Detective Andriotti.

- Right. We'll be right over.

- What?

- Assault in progress.

- Where?

Empire State building. Sub-basement.

The girl's safe. They've got it cornered.

It?

Some kind of animal. I don't know.

He said it wasn't human.

Ira!

- You know this guy?

- This is Dr Markum. He works with me.

Can we back away from whatever that is?

Good idea.

The energy coming out of this nest

could harm us if we're too close.

- Nest?

- Gamble, it's incredible.

It's an alien life-force

that drifted down onto the planet as a spore.

It reproduces itself throughout the galaxy

on some sort of periodic basis.

I can't figure it all out yet.

It can take on any form

to accomplish its goals.

- You saw the dead woman in the tunnel?

- Yes.

She was an experiment that didn't work.

She was diseased.

That's how they knew they had to use women

who were clean, untouched by anything.

Ira, this is crazy.

You're a virgin, aren't you?

- What?

- A virgin.

It needs virgins to reproduce.

I'm afraid it needs you.

That bag woman had an offspring,

but it was unacceptable.

It can't reproduce. It can only kill.

Look.

Very good, Gamble.

- You'll be even more help.

- What are you talking about?

You're going to be the mother

of one of the earth's new masters.

This planet is needed

to continue a noble race.

- You're f***ing bananas.

- If this race is so noble, how can it rape and kill?

You just killed, didn't you?

You...

You wouldn't hesitate to crush anything

if it meant saving your own life.

That's how we think of you.

We?

Gamble...

Help me.

Help...

...me.

Help me!

Brood time on this planet is... 48hours.

When the women rise from the pit.

They'll split into new beings.

They'll be unstoppable!

The human race

will serve as living hosts for all ofthem.

Oh, God!

Stop it!

Stop it! They're parasites! They're...

We've gotta destroy these things

before they get out of here.

This is a spur on the old train line.

Chances are it's still power capable.

- See if you can find any cable.

- Cable?

- Yes. Look.

- What am I looking at?

There! There!

- What? Where?

- Don't you see? The third rail.

If we can electrify it, we've got a chance.

- There must be one around here.

- What?

A phone box to the main station.

They have to be open in case of emergency.

Here it is!

Gamble, I've got it!

Hello? Is anybody there?

Come on!

Who am I talking to?

Who's this?

Listen very carefully. This is Dr Gamble Pace.

I'm in the 23rd Quadrant

of the midtown Annexe Corridor.

Hey, we've got another loon-bird

in the Annexe.

- Tell him to go to a shelter.

- It's a her.

There's two of them. Listen,

you've got to turn on the power to this section.

This is Detective Dale Andriotti of the NYPD.

One of you check me out

and the other electrify the system.

Go!

Dale, this isn't the way I imagined it.

Do you want to get married first?

No, it's just that I can't get

all of this out of my mind.

Ira said others would follow.

He was right.

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