Mimic 2 Page #4

a decoy or something.

Clothes, maybe.

We'd have to leave 'em behind|in roughly the same positions.

We don't know this'll work.

- We don't know it won't.|- That's not bad.

All right.

- You and Sal go.|- No.

Sal, this is your best chance|and you're taking it.

Nicky and I,|we're right behind you, OK?

Please, get Sal out of here.

Do whatever it takes.

I'm coming back if you're not|out that door in 60 seconds.

Fair enough.

OK. OK, come on, Sal.

Come on, let's go.

You heard the lady. Let's go.

I need you|to do this, Sal, OK?

Let's go.

Here. I stole it.

I'm sorry I made you cry.

You ready to do this?

Sure this is gonna work?

It was your idea, remember?

The female scent is|the strongest attractant...

there is in the insect world.

I've seen just one molecule|drive males into fits...

of self-destruction,|ripping themselves apart...

completely overriding|what limited capacity...

for reason|they might otherwise have.

I could die|in the next two minutes.

Well, if you don't|move your hand...

you're gonna die|in the next few seconds.

Sorry.

Don't answer it.

Move, move!|Take your positions!

- Move, move!|- Over there!

She didn't answer.

You're surprised? I'm not.

Let's go, go, go!

Gives me the willies.

Move!|Let's back all the way up!

Run.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

There's two more inside!

- Where?|- In the principal's office.

- No, not anymore.|- What do you mean?

No, we just rang it.

There's nobody in there...|alive, at least.

What are you talking about?|You can't know that!

No, we just rang the office|and nobody picked up.

You rang it?|I just came from there!

That's it!|Back off, Detective!

What was that, Remi?

Come on, just keep going.

Remi?

Detective!

We'll take it from here, thanks.

Sergeant, escort these two|to the holding area.

I want this premises sealed now.

What are you doing?

Containment and eradication.|It's that simple.

Give me five minutes.

Can't do it.|Every second we delay...

lowers our probability|of success.

God damn it, there's|still two people in there.

There's a hell of a lot|more hanging on this deal...

than two people who are|probably dead already.

Sergeant.

Let's go.

Aren't you gonna|take my gun first?

Take his gun.

Hey, a**hole!

Clear the stairs!

Stay down.

- What's it doing now, Remi?|- I don't know.

Oh, God, your scent.

What about my scent, Remi?

It's all over me now.

What does that mean?

Deaver, Jason Mundy, Lou...

What?

It's eliminating|the competition.

You gotta get out of here, Nicky.

Get out of here, Nicky. Go!

Hey, you guys,|it's down the hall!

Where?

Right down the hall,|man, come on!

Get him out of here!

Let's get out of here, now!|Come on!

Come on,|what are you waiting for?

Get out of here!

Don't be stupid! Let's go!

Last chance!

Screw him.

Couldn't stop|the detective, sir.

He took off|to recover the woman's body.

Get everybody back.

- I got a son about your age.|- Sorry to hear that.

The canisters are being|put in place, sir!

Well, let's get|this puppy packing!

- Sarge.|- Sir?

Expedite the kids.

Let's go, son.

Bring 'em down!|Let's go!

Remi.

Hold out|one thousand...

Primaries in place!|Clear the area!

OK, you heard him.|Let's go!

Move it! Move it!

Easy, easy.

Easy, easy.|You're among friends.

I'm Dr. Shapiro.

How are you feeling?

Still sensitive.|That's good.

A good neural response.

You're something of|a medical marvel, you know.

No internal bleeding.|No infection.

I don't know whether|to write a paper...

or take you out dancing.

Oh, God.|Something in my...

There was,|but it's all gone now.

We cleared away every last bit|of it, I assure you.

All of it?

Absolutely all of it.

What was it?

Can you tell me what it was?

Larva.

Insect larva.

I don't know|exactly what variety...

because they were|immediately confiscated...

by the Department of Defense.

But they were, in fact...

largely responsible|for your remarkable turn around.

How?

They're necrophagous.

In much the same way|ordinary maggots...

were used|by medieval physicians...

to eat away dead|and infected tissue.

Those remarkable buggers cleaned|you up like little shopvacs...

and their mucoid secretions|staunched your bleeding to boot.

Miss Remi, I think you probably|owe them your life.

It is dead, right?

Looks dead to me.

Not good. This is very bad news.

This thing's already morphed.

It's just the outer casing.

We gotta|find it while it's still soft.

Oh, Jesus.

This thing's already|metamorphed into a new instar.

What the hell|are we looking for?

You have a visitor.

Who?

Says he's family.

Does he have a name?

Not one he's willing to share.

Family?

Get your little|miscreant butt over here.

It looks worse than it feels.

How'd you get here, anyway?

My aunt drove me.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Where is she now?

You made it up.|You don't have an aunt.

I do.

Lots of ants.

Remember, Sal,|this is a foster situation.

You clear on what that is?

No long-term commitments.

Just want to be clear.

- Keep the change.|- Thanks, lady.

What do you think?

I kinda pictured something|a little different.

- Yeah, like how?|- More yellow.

Yellow?

Yeah, yellow...|with chocolate sprinkles.

OK.

Check out the new door.

Three-inch reinforced steel.

Stay here.

I thought I told you|to stay in the hall.

Sit here. Don't move.

Thank God it's you.

Christ. How much longer...

we gotta pick over|this f***ing place?

What the hell do you care?|You're on an hourly.

Yeah. Who do I see|about a raise?

Wait a second. What's that?

Looks like your buddy|Detective Klaski.

Wait a second.|If that's Klaski...

then who the hell carried|that girl out of here?

Nine days?

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