Mimic 2 Page #3

It's OK. I'm not scared.

Good. Then neither am I.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

"Lincoln."

Who?

"Lincoln Trahn."

Just don't! Don't open it.

Why not?

Just leave it alone.

Whatever you say.

- Nicky!|- I didn't do it!

It's nothin'.

It's just dirt. It's nothin'.

Sh*t! Sh*t!

Get it shut!

Nicky, get the strap!|Keep it closed!

- Nicky!|- What is that, Remi?

Keep it shut!

I'm trying!

Just hold the top down!

- What are they?|- Get the latch!

It's broke!|They're comin' out the sides!

Sh*t.

The strap's broken, Remi.

Break off the legs!

Pull! Snap them off!

Sal. Sal, stay back.

Come on, Sal.

Hold it down!

Keep it closed!

Be careful!

Remi, help!

Get it off me! Help!

Heads up! Remi!

They're comin' out the sides.

They're everywhere!|Heads up!

They're all over me!|They're biting me.

Get them off, Remi!

Hold still.

Get it off me, Remi!|Get it off me!

Get away!

Get it off me! Take them off!

I'm getting them, Sal.|I'm getting them.

Hold still.

Get them off!

Help.

OK. All right. OK, OK.

All right. It's OK.|It's all right.

All right. Everything's|gonna be OK.

OK. It's fine.

This is the nest.

I think we just disturbed it.

OK.

Oh, come on.

It won't hurt us.

At least not until it finds out|what went down in here.

That should|give us enough time...

to get back upstairs...

slip through the gap in|the barricade, get to a phone.

Then what?

Then we wait.

No way.

Running would be a big mistake.

Hopefully we can stall it|by closing a few doors.

You call that a plan?

You got a better one?

Yeah! Yeah...

Find a few more of these,|pound 'em into spikes...

go out there and ventilate|the motherf***er...

then we rabbit like hell!

Number one, you'd never|puncture the cuticle.

Number two, in all likelihood...

we're dealing with a soldier|that kills when provoked...

and number three,|you are so intoxicated...

the only damage you're likely|to inflict is with your breath.

What the hell|do you know, anyway?

Your only chance in hell,|Nicky, is what I know.

Now, the genetics of this breed|may be scrambled all to hell...

but it began as a cockroach...

so it should still basically|behave like a cockroach.

Like a cockroach?

Roaches are negatively phototactic...

which means they run from light.

They're also thigmotactic...

which means they like|tight, confined spaces...

so keep away from walls|and large clustered objects.

They also have sensors...

that detect subtle variations|in air movement...

so running will draw one out...

a hell of a lot faster|than walking.

They also demonstrate|a remarkable capacity...

for insight learning.

What's that?

The ability to learn|from their own mistakes...

which puts them|head and shoulders...

above just about anybody|I happen to know...

including myself.

So, am I gonna be|graded on this later?

No. Strictly pass-fail.

See anything?

Me neither.

All right, remember.

Slow, stick to the center|of the hall...

and stay behind me.

Keep your breathing shallow.

Try not to sweat.

Sweat attracts 'em, too.

- You through?|- Yeah.

Nicky.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let's go.

It's not recharged.

Let's go anyway. Come on.

I thought I closed that door.

It's in here.

It's going down, not up.

- It's checking the babies.|- Run.

- I thought you said not to run!|- Come on, Nicky!

We gotta get|this stuff out of here.

They're coming. Hurry, hurry.

Just the loose ones.

Help me get this stuff|out of here!

Do them all.

Come on.

Faster.

Watch out!

Careful! Careful!

And get something in there.|Give me that stool.

Yeah.

Hold it up with this.

Hurry.

Put it in.

Go!

- You first!|- No!

Why does everything|have to be an argument?

Go!

Sal.

Come on, Sal.

Come on, come on!

What are you doing here?

Get out of here! Run!

You just do it quick.

Stay back.

- What the hell is it?|- We gotta get out of here!

What the f*** is that?|That's not a man!

Jesus Christ, somebody tell me|what the f*** that is!

Move!

- In here!|- Come on!

You all right?

Quick!

Lights! Get lights on!

Remi. What are you do...|What is she...

We gotta get lights on.

Remi, what are you do...|What is she doing?

It's negatively phototactic.

It's what? Remi...

Good enough.

Remi...

Remi!

Tell me I just saw|a giant f***ing cockroach.

Basically a cockroach|with some ant and termite DNA...

tossed in to spice up|the recipe.

I need backup.

Sorry, but I got|a better handle on this.

- Operator.|- Yes, hello.

Connect me to the Center|for Disease Control...

Atlanta, E.I.S. Division.

What's E.I.S.?

Epidemic Intelligence Service.

E.I.S., may I help you?

Yes, hello.|I need you to listen carefully.

I have at least|one adult instar...

of the Judas breed|at this location.

There may be more.|I don't know.

Judas breed, you said?

That's right. Judas breed.

There's a possible|satellite colony...

being established|inside the building.

Where are you located?

It's a public school,|South Bronx P.S. 400.

How many in the building?

There's four of us.

Are you armed?

- Are we armed?|- No.

No, we're not armed.

All right,|keep the line open, then.

Yes, keep an open line.|Please hurry.

Let me see that.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna take|its f***ing head off.

You won't even make a scratch|unless it's in molt.

Besides,|you know what happens...

when you take the head|off a cockroach?

It dies?

That's right. It dies.

About nine days from now|when it finally starves to death.

F***.

Panos? Remi Panos?

I don't give a red rat's ass|about Remi Panos.

She was with you CDC morons|when you caused this disaster.

You're such a people person.

You don't think|this is an Army concern...

you take it up with whatever|governing authority...

you can shake out of bed|at 3:00 in the morning.

All right, ladies.

We get in, we get out, before|the CDC or anybody else...

can turn this into|another goddamn circus.

You think it's still out there?

I don't hear anything.

'Cause it's not out there.

What?

It's right here.

Right where, Remi?

Oh, f***.

Where's it coming from?

It's inside the wall.

How the f***|did it get in there?

Lateral compression.

The same way it|gets inside your stereo.

What's it doing now?

Tracking me.

My pheromones, probably.

Phero what?

Chemical markers. Scent.

What are we gonna do now?

Christ. It's gonna be hours|before the CDC gets here.

Yeah, but we're not|gonna last that long.

I'll stay. You go.

- What?|- I'm the one it wants.

No.

You can't know that, Remi.

I'd say it's|pretty damn obvious.

You can't.

Yeah.

We're not leaving, Remi.

That thing bursts|through the wall...

you're gonna|stop it with what...

a letter opener|and a box of thumb tacks?

But...

If I stay here and don't move,|I won't provoke it.

I'm better off without you here.

I'll be OK, Sal.

I promise.

Sal...

Wait. You said it's following|your scent, right?

Can't we, I don't know...

leave your scent behind|or something?

What do you mean?

I don't know, you know,|like a distraction...

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