Mimic 3: Sentinel

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Marvin, you gotta come|see this sh*t.

- Did you get my pictures?|- Yeah. But you gotta come outside.

Me and Des found something.

- What is it?|- You'll see.

Well, Mom's home.|She won't want me to leave.

We can sneak past.

"Citizen's Arrest" is on.|You gotta.

What is it you want me to see?

I think we found a dead body.

Going out, mom.|Back in a few.

Stay close.

Marvin?

Oh, sh*t,|it's too dark to see now,

but the body's down there.

I don't see anything.

It's at the bottom.

- You high, Rosy?|- No.

It's been, like, two hours.

Jesus.

Do you think it's real?

When did you guys find it?

Find what?

The body in the sewer.

I don't know.|We were pretty messed up.

Get doubles of these.

I want to send one to the cops.

Christ, if I'd known you|were gonna get worked up,

I wouldn't have shown you.

Did you finish|my biology homework?

Look underneath.

What do you see?

Garbageman.

He's new.

Garbageman.

The dark guy|with the trash bags?

He moved in last week|above Birdman.

What are you looking at now?

Ma Bell.

Still yammering|at the grandkids?

Looks it.

Did I tell you|I met your veiled lady?

What's her name?

Carmen.|She's a dentist's assistant.

Is she nice?

Is she nice? Sure.

Maybe I'll bring her around|sometime. You might like her.

You might even...|I don't know, not die a virgin.

Rosy...

Unless you're allergic|to that, too. - Shut up.

Well, don't be|so hypersensitive.

That gets funnier each night.

Oh, my God.

World's Number-One Dad|just lost his sh*t.

And look.

I found that downstairs.

Is that Number-One Son?

Yeah, and...

And I took this two days ago.

You see the shadow?|It moved.

Oh, my God.|That shadow moved?

Well, call the National Guard.

Call the Space Marines.|Call the cops.

They love this great|fake-detective routine.

You're scaring yourself|because you're bored.

I'm only looking.

That picture is so blurry,|it could be Bigfoot.

Hey, Rose.

Hey, Des.

Check this out.

You got any matches?

What's up?

Dinnertime!

If you can stand to be away from|the window long enough to eat.

Hi, Ma.

Oh, God.

What the neighbors must think.

Hey, why do you|leave the lights on?

So they can see you?

Hey, Ma...

I seen Rosy with this guy,|and...

and I think|he's a drug dealer.

Rosy's a big girl.

Yeah, but don't you think lately|she's been acting kinda off?

You didn't like the lunch|I made you.

I took the pills.

You can't live on pills alone.

Oh, baby.|You're so fragile.

You can't afford to skip a meal.

Yeah, I wasn't hungry.

I don't want to be made|to worry about you like this.

Well, I been thinking again|about finding my own place.

You know that's not possible.

Dr. Carson seems to think|it's a good idea.

He sees you once a month.|He doesn't know how you are.

I'm 24 years old, Ma.

I'll take care of things.

Will you finish|your dinner tonight?

I can't stay here forever.

I love you.

Carmen.

Carmen,|this is my brother.

Marvin obviously knows|who you are.

Oh, my God.|You weren't kidding.

It's kinda pervy.

You got a good eye.

I got good subjects.

What he's got is a compulsion.

How long|have you been doing this?

Yeah, since he got sick.

I was one of the last kids|to get Stricklers'.

You were one of those|roach kids?

Well, I prefer "Bubble Boy".

Right on.

What were they called?

- Judas Breed.|- Right.

You ever see any of them?

No, it didn't work like that.

Sure he did.|All the time.

Shut up, Rosy.

He was on the phone to|the CDC like every week.

He thought he was Smokey|the Bear of giant roaches.

I was 8 years old.

Yeah, try 16.

His therapist said he felt bad

'cause they created the Judas|for kids like him.

Kill the roaches|that are making them sick.

You didn't tell me|I was on here!

Yeah...

Did you want them back?

I mean, do you want them?

No. I mean, why would I want|pictures of myself?

Can I have this one, though?

Yeah, sure.

- May I look?|- Yeah, just a sec.

What do you see?

Des is dealing Ma Bell dope.

What's a "Des"?

Desmond, her boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend.

You okay?

And Ma Bell.

She's always talking to her|grandkids, so we call her that.

- Mrs. Leibowitz?|- You know her?

I hear her at night.|She's a phone-sex operator.

Are you okay?

You smoke.

What?

It's an allergy thing.

I put it out|before I came inside.

He's hypersensitive.

Well, should I go?|I mean, I'm sorry, you know?

- Sorry. It's...|- I'm sorry.

- I didn't think.|- It's all right.

Yeah, take it easy.

I think she likes you.

Ma Bell's running from something.

No kidding.

Garbageman's down there.

Can you get me more film?

I'm busy.

Holy sh*t!

What?

He's hurt.

I think there's blood.

Where is he?

- Where?|- He's right there.

Sh*t!

Jesus, what happened?

I don't know.

Well, what did you see?

Mom?

Mom!

We have to call the cops.

Detective Dumars.

Well, thanks for coming.

No problem.

Simone.

Do I know you?

Do you want to come in?

Yeah.

What seems to be the problem?

Well... my kids think|they saw something.

- Somebody was hurt.|- Killed.

My son is a Stricklers'|disease survivor.

He's environmentally|hypersensitive.

Must be very hard|on you.

Yeah, it happened over there,|near the entrance of the alley.

His name's Desmond.

He was covered in blood,|and then he disappeared.

He was hurt?

Yeah.

Was... anybody else around?

He saw the Garbageman.

I think I did.

Okay.|Okay, I bite.

Who's the Garbageman?

Him.

You took these pictures?

- It's his hobby.|- Yeah.

I'm not sure it's strictly legal.

He's harmless.

This guy was at the scene|when... what's his name?

- Desmond.|- When Desmond disappeared?

Yeah, and there was blood.

The rain washed it away.

Get any pictures of that?

No, I was out of film.

Yeah, well...

Gee, I wonder what Desmond|does for a living.

- F***.|- Rosy!

Well, I...

might as well go have a chat|with the Garbageman.

I don't see him.

The guy's harmless.

Well, who is he?

He didn't see anything happen.

- Did you get his name?|- Never mind his name.

What about the garbage bags?|Why does he only come out at night?

Maybe he collects food|for the shelters.

What do you mean, maybe?|Did you even talk to him?

Marvin.

Oh, I brought two glasses.

No, my shift|ends in 20 minutes.

Is there a Mr. Montrose I should|be getting a statement from?

- Yeah.|- No.

Cancer.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

What about Desmond?

Your friend, right?

Listen, I don't know|what to do, considering.

Considering what?

Marvin's past.

That's where we first met.|The precinct.

I took your statement the last|time Marvin witnessed a crime.

Oh, right.|I'm surprised you remembered.

That must be three years ago.

You didn't even talk...

Easy, Marvin.

Maybe you need to spend a little|less time peeping in on the neighbours.

Okay, look, we both saw|Desmond get killed.

Rosy! Please.

No, no, no.|She seems certain.

Are you?

And what about you?|What did you see?

It looked like|something happened.

It looked like|something happened?

Are you 100% sure, Marvin?

You saw a murder?

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