Mimic 2

Reports of a biological threat have...

The epidemic...

Unknown biological...

There's no official word for this...

...secret extermination|effort undertaken by members...

Unexplained underground explosion...

As rescue crews insisted...

...witnesses claim|was insect-like in nature...

MTA officials continue to deny...

the existence of a mutant...

...to deny the existence...

of a mutant strain of cockroach...

engineered by scientists...

Taxi!

Hey, Klaski, nice of you|to join us all on your day off.

All right, you punk!

Why am I here, Cleeland?

You'll see.

Over here we have|our taxi driver, Mr. Colm...

who plowed into|a Mr. Trahn over there...

who was carrying a suitcase...

filled with about|75 pounds of dirt.

Dirt?

Wait, it gets better.

His body was totally evacuated.

Cleeland...

- Eviscerated.|- Whatever.

Yeah,|I've seen this before.

It happens with this kind of impact.

Yeah?|You ever seen this before?

Flip him.

Every insect lives|for just one purpose...

survival of its own kind.

Take our ants here for example.

They spend their whole lives...

building this wonderful colony|for their queen...

but she never comes.

Why not?

Well, it's against the law|to have a fertile queen...

because we'd|be overrun with babies.

So instead,|they just die off...

burying each other|in these mounds...

until there's|only one left standing...

and that last soldier|goes on alone...

with nothing left|to live for... or fight for.

No one left to even bury him|when he dies.

Since we spent|the last three weeks...

learning about various types|of insects and their habitats...

I want each of you to choose|an insect and write a report...

describing what your life|would be like as that insect.

And I want it tomorrow!

Out, out, out!|Out, out, out!

No! No, I mean it.|Stop jumping in the puddle.

No.

Fight, fight, fight!

No fight. Nobody has to fight.

Leon!

Diego, what's the matter?

Are you OK? Come on.

I live in the ground.|My family's all dead.

Sometimes it makes me|feel sad and lonely.

Sometimes|it makes me feel angry.

I think about the other insects.|Do they have families, too?

I want to know|if they're happy...

'cause if they are happy,|I want to hurt them.

Is that all, Sal?

That's all, Miss Panos.

One more year.

Hell, I'll be glad|to see it go.

This building's dying|one room at a time.

Don't you think after 20 years...

you're going to miss it|just a bit?

Are you kiddin'?

I am goin' to ride|the wreckin' ball.

Just kiddin'.

No, no, no. The only|thing I'm gonna miss...

around this place is you.

Yo, Remi.

Still Miss Panos to you, Nicky.

Yeah, yeah, Miss Panos.

What's with the shiner?

Forgot to duck.

Your old man again?

Yeah. So, listen.|I was wonderin'...

you want to go out|sometime or somethin'?

No.

Why not? I ain't your student|no more, so what's the problem?

The problem.|Well, it starts with jail time.

It goes rapidly|downhill from there.

It would be our secret.

Here's another secret...|I already have a boyfriend.

Get out of here. You?

What? Is that|so hard to imagine?

No, I mean, who is he?

His name? His name is Noyb.

Noyb? What kind|of name is that?

None of your business.|Pheromones.

None of your...|I got it. Noyb.

This is Remi.|I can't take your call...

but if you leave a message,|I'll get back to you...

unless you're Jason,|in which case...

please don't make me get|an unlisted phone number.

I thought I heard my name.

You did, Jason, but you|wouldn't appreciate the context.

Can I come in?

I'm actually goin' out.

I just want to talk.

About what?

Us.

We've been on one date, Jason.

You can't have an us|after one date.

You can only have|a stalker situation.

Am I clear on that?

That hurts me.

Subtle doesn't seem|to cut it with you, Jason.

You know, I'm not one of|your goddamn insects, Remi.

You know what I'm sayin'?

Bye.

You're right about one thing.|Subtle doesn't cut it with me.

Oh, God. I'm a wacko magnet.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Now, your|common household cockroach...

takes it a step further.

Not only does he use food|to attract a female...

but he mounts her as soon|as she dips down to eat it.

Of course,|more often than not...

he can't find her|external genitalia...

through all that body armor...

so dinner ends up|being kind of a bust...

from a biological perspective.

Now, your common|female bed bug...

needs no external|genitalia whatsoever.

The male simply impales|her wherever he wants...

and if she's lucky enough|to survive the experience...

she may actually reproduce.

You can always tell the number|of times she's mated...

by counting the scars.

Some more wine?

Well, sorry for goin' off|at the mouth like that.

It's... That was getting|a little bit schized.

Hey, schized works for me.

Well, anyway, thanks|for a really nice evening.

Are you sure you don't|want to grab a night cap?

It's a school night.

So? Whatever happened|to a little extra credit?

Let go, Phillip.

Remi...

What the hell?

Hey!

I don't feel so good.

Fluffy!|What are you barkin' at?

Come here!

What do you want?

Just a moment of your time...|please.

I keep meaning to talk|to the landlord about this.

OK, I tell you what.

Let me do it.|I got it. OK.

All right.

You're an etymologist, right?

That means you're into bugs.

I'll... Yeah.

You really like these|crusty little bastards?

I admire their simplicity.

They are what they are|no matter how you dress 'em up.

Not like people, you mean.

Yeah. Not like people.

Well, you know,|I should probably...

pay a little more attention|to our insect friends...

instead of whacking 'em|with my shoe.

If you're serious|and not just patronizing me...

there's a book called|"The Secret Life of Bugs"...

that you might|find interesting.

Really? Oh, yeah?|That's a real page-turner?

It better be. I wrote it.

So, what exactly are you|searching for, Detective?

Well, right now I'm searching|for some information...

on a guy named Lincoln Trahn.

I heard what happened.

He was a colleague|of yours, right?

Colleague? Lincoln Trahn|sold endangered species...

on the black market.

At least 200 species|of arthropod...

are now extinct|thanks to Lincoln Trahn.

So he was an enemy,|I mean on a professional level.

I can't say I miss him.

What are you writing?

It's a... grocery list.

No. No, wait a minute.

I didn't hate him like that.

Like what?

You guys work on a quota system?

Ten bucks a suspect,|something like that?

I'm real terribly sorry...

to have troubled you, Miss Panos.

Thank you.

You're wagging your antenna...

in the wrong direction, Detective.

Thank you very much|for your hospitality.

Good night.

Yeah, I had a problem|with Jason Mundy.

He was a creep.|Just ask my front door.

You know, besides rating low|on your likability list...

Jason Mundy and Lincoln Trahn...

they had something else in common.

You want to guess what that is?

No.

They were both missing their faces.

You know, I'm not really a shrink...

but I'd have to say that...

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