Mimic 3: Sentinel Page #2

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I don't know.

It doesn't sound like|trouble to me, but...

I can check in on you|from time to time.

Could you do that...

Detective?

Yeah. Sure.

I can put some of my guys|on patrol.

Keep an eye on the 'hood.

And...

call me Gary.

No, no, no,|it's not a problem.

No?

No, are you kidding?

Oh, stop.

- Rosy, hey.|- Hey, fink.

- Hey, Carmen.|- Hi.

You okay?|I saw you outside.

I'm fine.

Is this the thing|about Rosy's dealer?

He's not my dealer.

Rosy was telling me|about this garbage guy.

I've seen him around.

What's he look like?|His face?

I don't know.|It's a face.

I never really noticed.

Are those the cops|Dumars put downstairs?

Yeah. Is he still on the|couch with mom? - Yep.

Are you okay?

You know,|I haven't smoked in two days.

You're a good influence on me.

What the hell is he doing?

Who?

Garbageman.

There's something glowing|in his apartment.

Weird.

Can I see?

You're wearing perfume.

Yeah.

Oh, God!|I didn't even think!

- It's okay.|- I'm so sorry.

He might be allergic to you.

- Shut up, Rosy.|- Shut up, Rosy.

- I'm gonna go.|- I'm coming.

- I'm sorry.|- I'm sorry.

Okay, I'm sorry.

Come in.

You're alone.

Yeah, Rosy's arguing|with your mom and Dumars.

- Guess what.|- What?

I've given up everything.

No cigarettes.|No perfume.

I'm clean, harmless.

You could eat off me.

God, what a corncob.

What's Dumars doing now?

Trying to pork mom,|accusing me of being a junkie.

I want to smash him.

How's Garbage?

He doesn't leave|his apartment anymore.

Just watches.

Sounds familiar.

Des has been gone long enough|to be a missing person.

Did you ask Officer Dumars?

Whatever.

He's got other things|on his mind.

Can I look?

Sure.

Are you okay?

Are you taking anything?

I haven't had anything|since Des has been gone.

It's part of the problem.

There's Mrs. Leibowitz.

Ma Bell?

Yeah, she's been down there|for a while.

I think she's looking|for Desmond.

Like Rosy?|Lost a fix.

F*** off, Carmen. Or get on|with f***ing my brother,

so I can stop chaperoning|you over here.

Rosy...

I'm sorry.

It's just...

I don't know what we saw,|but it looked bad.

And Garbageman...

I gotta do something.

You know, my dad's|the building manager.

Bad idea.

What idea?

It would be the easiest thing|to get a key

to Garbageman's apartment.

Terrible, terrible idea.

And Marvin|could keep watch for us.

Here's my mobile number.

Haven't you guys seen|this movie?

F***ing terrible idea.

What do you think?

The Pastures.

Adam Pasture.

The kid who disappeared|last week.

His family would have|reported him missing.

We could talk to them.|See what they know.

And it might help get|Dumars to take us serious-ly.

Come on, it's not gonna hurt.

Yeah? - It's Carmen. There's|no answer at the Pastures place.

I can't see|through the curtains.

What's Garbageman doing?

I can't tell.|His apartment's dark.

- Maybe he's gone.|- I don't know.

He's been hanging out|in the dark lately.

- Jesus.|- What?

Garbageman.|He's in Birdman's apartment.

- You sure?|- He's just standing there.

Then he's not home.

Carmen?

- Carmen?|- Hey, Marvin, we're inside.

- Carmen, there's two of them.|- God, it smells like sh*t in here.

Two of who?

- Two Garbagemen.|- What?

Maybe neither of them are him.|You need to get out of there.

Now, just a sec.|Rosy found feathers.

They're gray,|like pigeons or something.

I don't think it's him.

Of course, I just figured out|what was glowing.

It's his fridge.|It's padlocked though.

Carmen, get Rosy.|Get out of there.

She's trying to find|a light switch.

Carmen, can you hear me?

Yes, dear, I can hear you.

I know you think|this is a bad idea, but...

Rosy, no!

Carmen, get out!

F***.

Mom.

Mom!

Mom!|Rosy's in trouble!

Mom! It's serious!

God dammit!

Dammit, Marvin,|you are way too old for this!

Please, just go over there!

I just don't understand.|Rosy was...

Rosy was in Garbageman's apartment|and then he took her!

- What do you mean that he took her?|- Haven't we bugged this guy enough?

Rosy could be dead right now!

- I'm calling the cops.|- I am the cops!

I mean the real cops.

Rosy.

- She says she lives here.|- Yeah, we're her parents.

Then I'd appreciate it|if you kept an eye on her.

Are you okay?

What happened, exactly?

She was in my apartment.

I don't think|she stole anything.

What were you doing in there?|Are you stealing?

Is this about drugs?

- No.|- This won't happen again.

You are not leaving|till you are cleaned up.

Who do you think you are?

Oh, Rosy!

Now, you are grounded.|Get in your room.

- F*** off.|- Get...

Rosy.

- I'm sorry.|- I'll file a police report if you want.

No. Thank you.

Thank you.|We won't bother you again.

I appreciate that.

- Good night.|- Night.

Why didn't he recognize you?

I thought you had a talk|with him.

Why do you insist on doing this|to your mother?

You're too old to ground.

He couldn't go anywhere anyway.

Okay.

I'll see you in a sec.

Thanks.

How you doing?

Good.

Carmen's place is great.

You think you'll stay long?

I don't know.

Do you think Dumars|has any terminal diseases?

Yeah, okay, babe.

Sure, I'll talk to you soon.

Yeah.

Talk to you soon. Bye.

Marvin.

You're in my room.

Well, that was your mom.|She'll be home soon.

She's...

- Leave it.|- Sorry.

I said leave it!

So, Marvin...

I want us...

I want us to be friends.

So what exactly is your beef?

I just don't know|what you're doing.

Well...

Well, your mom...

She's a special lady.

And she really digs me.

And I think that what we've got|could really blossom.

I don't want to know|what you do with my mom,

just so long as you never|pretend to be my dad.

And stop pretending|that you don't believe me

and assigning these guys|to the courtyard.

What?

And who's the official-|looking guy in the car?

Let me see.

And there's another one.

And another one.

Those aren't my guys.

I might as well be a beat cop.

I don't even have "guys".

I'm...

I'm sorry.

I was trying|to impress your mom.

I don't even have the authority|to put men on patrol.

Well, then who are they?

Well...

maybe I could find out.

Hey, you're home.|What are you doing out here?

Oh, trying not to smoke.

Because of Marvin?|That's so sweet.

Sh*t, it's Garbageman.

What the hell is this?

This was supposed|to happen tomorrow.

I'm out of time.

It's now or never.

Is it stable?

If you keep it cold.

I don't like it.

Watch it!

I'm very, very sorry.

It was a mistake.

A little mistake.

I'm very sorry.

Excuse me, sir?

Sir?

Just a moment.

The phone.

Where's the f***ing phone?

- Marvin?|- Where are you?

Downstairs, following Garbageman.|We need your eyes.

We need help.

Close it.

Now.

The customer you are|trying to reach is out...

Oh, my God.

Well...

f***.

What's going on?

You're about to get|what you paid for.

Rosy...

F***!

Oh, my God!

No! No!

Let me help.

She won't stop bleeding.

Good.

The blood draws them.

No!

No!

Oh, my God!

No!

Let her out!

Hush.|You're gonna help me.

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