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you really have to|hate looking at someone...

to want to rip his face|clean off.

This... this is crazy.

You know, one of your...

one of your close friends|describes you here as...

"Pathologically|unable to sustain...

a proximate intrapersonal|relationship...

with anything|that walks on two legs."

Yeah, I had to bring home|a Webster's for that one.

Am I under arrest?

No.

I don't need the ten bucks|quite that bad, yet.

So, she's your basic|predatory lesbo.

How do you figure that?

Well, she's a babe... A.

B... she don't like guys.

C... she rips|their f***in' faces off.

Ergo lesbo.

Hey, check this out.|Missing persons.

Came over the wire this morning.

Poor schnook was last seen|with your bug lady...

down at Remington's on 88.

Ask me, we got ourselves a perp.

Yeah. Hey, Cleeland,|do me a favor, will you?

Hand me that desk over there|while you're up, OK?

Homicide.

You're a real wacko,|you know that, Klaski?

Yeah. No, really.|Hand that over.

F*** off.

Give me the goddamn desk.

That desk weighs over|200 pounds, a**hole.

So did Jason Mundy.

Now, if you can tell me|how a 112-pound woman...

picked him up and chucked him|over a f***in' lamppost...

I will give you|a prime suspect.

Listen, Remi,|I know this is probably...

all a big misunderstanding...

but you can't blame some of|the parents for over reacting.

- You told them?|- I...

Jesus, Morrie, you told them.

You know I'm doing|everything I can...

to set the record straight.

Of course you are...

even though you find me|pathologically unable...

to sustain a proximate|intrapersonal relationship...

whatever the hell that means.

But you think I said that?

You're the only pompous|blow hard I know, Morrie.

You'll have my resignation|in the morning...

if you don't fire me first.

Hello?

You hurt? You hungry?

You want somethin' else, Lou?

Nah. I gotta get|back to the school.

The gum is hardening|under those chairs as we speak.

Yeah. You want a box for that?

No, no. I got it.

Yeah? Suit yourself.

All right.|Well, I will see you later.

- Good night, Lou.|- Good-bye.

To think you could've been|building sand castles in Bali.

Sal.

He's dead, isn't he?

Didn't your aunt|come pick you up yet?

Well, where have you been?

Around.

It's after 6:
00.

Come on.|Let's go give her a call.

She's not home yet.

Well, where is she?

She said she'd be here|around 6:30, 7:00.

Sal.

She works late on Thursdays.

We'll wait till 7:00...

and then I'm|taking you home myself.

You understand?

Are you hungry?

I've got some sunflower|seeds and some gum.

You're leaving, aren't you?

- Excuse me?|- You quitting?

I might be... for a while.|I don't know.

There's some things|goin'on right now...

I don't have a whole|lot of control over.

Can I come with you?

No, Sal, I'm sorry.|I really am.

Oh, God.

Hi, fellas.|How are you doin'?

I'm gonna have to ask you|to clear the premises, sir.

Really?

Security matter.

Department of Defense.

Well, I tell you what.

Why don't we|call it career day, OK?

And you and I compare notes.|How about that?

You're more than welcome to|continue your investigation...

when we're done with ours,|Detective Klotski.

Klaski. Done with what?

Since when are three local|homicides a military deal?

I got somethin' here.

Excuse me.

What the hell?|Is that semen?

I'm talkin' here.

All right, pal.|Just lay off, OK?

Obviously, you know|I'm not at liberty...

to discuss procedural|matters with you...

but I would like to leave you|with this one thought...

the days of cleaning up New York|with a gun and a toothpick...

are over.

That's it. She's way overdue.

Let's go.

What the... Who did this?

Was it here when you came in?

No.

Lou!

Hey, Lou!

Lou!

Lou!

Remi?|What... what's goin'on?

What the hell is all this?

What do you think, Morrie?|It's a prank. Where's Lou?

Well, I haven't seen him.

The mop closet door is open...

so he's probably|around here somewhere.

Well, maybe you could|get him over here?

No... I'll get you out.

You just stand back.

Morrie, don't try|movin' that stuff by yourself.

It's too heavy.

Au contraire, my sweet.

I've been working out.

Pilates. You should try it.

Not only am I 40% stronger...

I'm like a spider monkey|in bed now.

I'm sure Sal Geary here|is real impressed...

aren't you, Sal?

How are you, kid?

I'm sorry about that now.

Don't you worry about a thing.

We're gonna get you out|of here in two shakes, OK?

Morrie? Morrie!

Remi! Remi!

Run!

Let's go! Come on!

Get up. Get up.

Go!

It can't be.|It's just not possible.

They're all dead.

Come on.

Stay here.

Oh, my God. Nicky!

Remi. Oh, sh*t. Miss Panos.

What are you doing here?

He hides here from his dad.

Did you see anything?

What?

Never mind.|How'd you get in here?

You just pull that.

Narc-ass piece of sh*t.

You two, go to the door|and keep an eye on the hall.

Why?

'Cause I'm the f***ing teacher,|and I said so!

What are you doing?

Seeing if it's out there.

If what's out there?

Run! Go! Get out of here!

I'm gonna get sick.

Save it. Come on.

Holy... Look at this guy|over there.

Is he still movin'?

Scan to the right.|One of his trails.

Up that pipe.

No, that pipe.|Up, up toward the window.

Oh, my God.|Look at that.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

We've got|the mother lode here, boys.

What the hell was that, Remi?

Help me get this door!

OK. Nicky, do you have a light?

- What?|- A match! Something.

Yeah. What?

What are we doin'|down here, Remi?

Remi. What the hell was that?

Are you gonna answer me, Remi?

Do you remember|how not so long ago...

a lot of children were sick...

from a terrible disease|spread by cockroaches?

Yeah, sort of.

We created|a new breed of insect...

we hoped would make|the roaches die out.

Well, not all of 'em died.

Some of 'em kept on|mutating, changing.

Into people?

Not really.|You see, some insects...

overtime they evolve to look|and act like other insects.

It's a way of confusing|their natural enemies.

We call them mimics.

But these particular|guys didn't evolve...

to just look like|another bug or animal.

They evolved to mimic|their only real predator... us.

Looks kind of like Lou,|the janitor.

No, Sal. That's not possible.

They can't mimic|specific people.

I don't know. You ask me,|that's Lou's face.

No. That's not possible.

Oh, f***!

Come on. Wake up.

We'll be OK, Sal. I promise.

Remember, it's not a monster.|It's an insect...

and insects, they behave|in very predictable ways.

It has no reason to hurt us.|Understand?

I stood as close as|I'm standing to you right now...

and it didn't hurt me.

What about Mr. Deaver?

Well, I think|what Mr. Deaver did...

Have you ever poked|a bee's nest...

and all the bees, they fly out|and try to sting you?

It's because|you disturbed their nest.

They're just acting|on instinct.

Are we in the nest?

In a way.|In a way, yes, I think we are.

That's why we have to be|very careful not to disturb it.

Do we have|to stay in here?

No. Not long.

Just long enough to figure out|the best way to leave. OK?

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