Mimic Page #12

RAYMOND:

(to Peter.)

Okay, look. You better come in with

me. Help me through.

INT. EMERGENCY ROOM

Raymond, Peter, and several other ER STAFF work on Siri,

now lying on an operating table.

RAYMOND:

(To Peter)

All hands on deck, Pete. Remember the

dril?

PETER:

It'll come back to me.

RAYMOND inspects Siri's wounded hand. The bandage has

been removed. The bite-wound is infected and

suppurating. A large red circular RASH around it.

PETER:

Looks like a Lyme disease rash.

RAYMOND:

It's not consistent with the internal

bleeding. Any idea what bit her?

Peter shakes his head.

RAYMOND:

I think we're gonna need to have that

specimen here.

An ASSISTANT finishes inserting a catheter down her

throat.

Blood and fluid leak up through the clear tube.

ABOVE THE OPERATING THEATER.

Staring down through the circular glass deck, Susan

silently observes the procedures.

CUT TO:

INT. MANNY'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Salmon-colored LIGHT slants in from sodium vapor streetlight.

PAN through the shadowy room, past Manny's sleeping form to

Chuy, asleep under a tent made of an old Star Wars blanket.

A RHYTHMICAL CLICKING SOUND is heard from outside.

Chuy pops his head out from under the blanket, listening.

EXT. FIRE ESCAPE - NIGHT

Wearing only his pajama bottoms, Chuy steps out on the fire

escape with his spoons in hand.

The CLICKING RESUMES from the building across the street.

OVERHEAD VIEW:

The barefoot little boy crosses the street, steps through the

center of the huge PAINT STAIN on the sidewalk.

The CLICKING sound comes again.

STREET LEVEL:

The CLICKING comes again from inside the flophouse. It

continues a little bit, then stops.

Chuy CLICKS his spoons together, mimicking the sound.

Beat. A CLICKING from within again; almost an answer.

Chuy ducks under the yellow DOH tape, walks toward the front

of the building.

He comes to the boarded entrance. There is a hole, narrow,

and low in the doorway.

Chuy squats, begins to wriggle through it.

INT. FLOPHOUSE - LOBBY

Chuy steps into the lobby.

The CLICKING comes again, from further inside.

Chuy moves to find it.

CHAPEL:

Bits of STREETLIGHT slant in. Chuy walks slowly, listening.

He steps into the SHADOW of a LOOMING FIGURE. He turns...

CHUY'S POV - CRUCIFIX

We start on bleeding, nail-pierced feet, then TILT up the

twisted body to the face of Jesus, looking down.

CHUY:

stares without emotion at the plaster figure.

MOVEMENT to his side. He turns again.

A dimly-lit FIGURE stands before him.

Shapes fold and regroup in the darkness, resolving into the

tall figure of the OVERCOAT MAN.

The Man begins to emit the CLICKING NOISE from under his

chin, his whole head VIBRATING.

Chuy smiles. He has a beautiful smile.

CHUY:

Mr. Funny Shoes.

He plays his spoons, imitating the sound the figure made.

He is answered...but this time, it's from the other side of

the room. We PAN as he turns.

ANOTHER OVERCOAT MAN appears in the shadows.

Chuy GIGGLES, delighted.

CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL - WAITING ROOM

Susan and Peter.

SUSAN:

...you don't even know what you're

looking for.

PETER:

You said that thing was big as your

hand. I don't think I'm going to

miss...

SUSAN:

Why take the chance? Just let me go

down there with you...

PETER:

No.

Susan glares at him. Peter sits down by her.

PETER:

Susan, listen to me: you handled

that insect almost as much as Siri...

SUSAN:

It didn't bite me.

PETER:

I know. But if it was carrying

something...there's a chance you

could have been exposed.

Susan is silent.

PETER:

Chris is going to run some blood

tests on you. I want you to stay here

till he's absolutely sure you're

clean. Okay? Then you'll call me...

You'll catch up with us...

Susan looks up at him. Finally, she nods.

PETER:

We'll be all right, Sus. I promise.

He leans over, kisses her gently. But Susan seems

hardly reassured.

CUT TO:

INT. MANNY'S APARTMENT - PREDAWN

The blue hours before dawn. Laconic movement outside. New

York dragging itself out of bed.

We FIND Manny fixing some melted cheese sandwiches on a hot

plate. He addresses Chuy's tented bed behind him.

MANNY:

My father saw me stay in bed, he'd go get

a pitcher. Cold water, whoosh, I tell you

that's some alarm clock, brrrrr!

Manny cuts the bread in four equal sections and arranges them

in a star-shaped pattern. A breakfast ritual of some kind.

MANNY:

Ah! There you go! The way you like 'em,

Chu-chu...

(He pours a glass of milk.)

We're low on milk, you remind Grampa to

pick some up tonight, okay?

He walks over to Chuy's tent bed. He pulls the sheets aside.

His grandson is gone.

CUT TO:

EXT. SEWAGE FILTRATION PLANT - PREDAWN

Sewage water BUBBLES in huge tanks.

A WORKMAN walks down catwalks above the tank, disengaging the

larger pieces of debris from the filter areas with grappling

hooks. Shoes, tires, rags...

A GRINDING SOUND is heard. The Workman YELLS out to a

CONTROL BOOTH above.

WORKMAN:

Hold up! We gotta block on filter D.

SOUND of the pump coming to a halt.

The Workman walks to the filter area. He sinks his grappling

hook into the polluted waters.

UNDERWATER SHOT:

Spooky, silent. The grappling hook moves like a scythe to the

filter...

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