Mimic Page #13

...past long, soft filaments of RAGGED TISSUE...

...and connects with a LARGER FORM.

ABOVE WATER:

The Workman feels the grappling hook connecting. He gives a

YANK, hooking whatever it is.

He begins pulling it up.

A PALE FORM bubbles to the surface.

The Workman's face goes pale.

WORKMAN:

Oh, God...

A grating VOICE from the control booth is heard over the P.A.

CONTROL BOOTH:

VOICE:

What's the problem?

It take the Workman a moment to speak.

WORKMAN:

I think it's a baby!

The Workman pulls the form (as if that will do any good)

toward the edge of the tank.

He bends down, and now gets his first good look at it.

The Workman SCREAMS.

His grappling hook falls from his hand, into the sewage.

CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL - ICU WARD

Susan watches Siri from behind a pane of glass. Siri is

connected to a respirator, her vital signs monitored by

several machines.

Raymond approaches Susan, two cups of coffee in his

hands.

RAYMOND:

How you feeling?

SUSAN:

You tell me.

He smiles, gives her one of the cups.

RAYMOND:

Your blood tests were all negative.

You checked out.

Susan visibly relaxes. She looks back at the ICU ward.

SUSAN:

What about Siri?

RAYMOND:

She's stable. I don't think there's

any immediate danger, but we'll have

to keep her under observation...

SUSAN:

You think it's some form of

Strickler's, don't you?

Beat. Raymond shrugs.

RAYMOND:

Pathology's still working on the

tissue samples. If it is...it must

be an errant strain. Shorter

incubation period.

(Beat.)

I'm sorry, Sue. We just don't know

yet.

INT. HOSPITAL - BATHROOM

At the sink, Susan runs water over her hands, her face,

trying to collect herself. She looks up in the mirror.

We see that her eyes are swollen, tear-stained.

INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY

She walks out of the ladies room, drying her face with a

paper towel.

SOUNDS of a nearby argument catch her attention.

JEREMY (OS)

...how many times I gotta tell you,

man:
we can't accept this!

EMT (OS)

Well, what the hell else am I suppose

to do with it?

Susan heads in the direction of the voices.

INT. HOSPITAL - HALLWAY NEAR MORGUE

An ORDERLY (JEREMY) argues with an EMT. Their point of

contention:
a small FORM lying on a stretcher.

JEREMY:

Take it out back and throw it in the

friggin' dumpster!

EMT:

Not unless somebody signs for it.

Susan walks toward them, catches sight of the tiny form.

Her eyes go wide.

SUSAN:

Oh, my God.

Jeremy notices her.

JEREMY:

Hey, you can't...

SUSAN:

What's your name?

JEREMY:

Jeremy...

SUSAN:

Okay, Jeremy...go get Dr. Chris

Raymond, will you?

JEREMY:

Lady...

SUSAN:

Did you hear me? Get Dr. Raymond!

NOW!!

Jeremy hesitates. But if her tone wasn't enough, the

stare she gives him certainly is.

JEREMY:

Okay.

Jeremy backs away, takes off down the hall.

Susan approaches the stretcher.

SUSAN:

(To EMT)

Where'd you find it?

EMT:

Washed up at the filtration plant on

Bank street. Some a**hole there

thought it was a baby. They called

us.

Susan bends over it. She covers her mouth and nose at

the stench.

EMT:

It's a lobster, right?

But it's not. What lies on the stretcher before them

looks more like a demon from a Brueghel painting.

A THREE FOOT INSECT. It's mephitic, pink-white body is

rotten, falling apart. The head's intact, with strange,

large jaws thrown wide open. The chitin on one is half

gone.

CUT TO:

INT. SUBWAY LOCKER ROOM

Josh deposits a backpack full of equipment on the floor,

along with a small acrylic cage. Peter trains his FLASHLIGHT

into the bank of lockers.

Leonard, weary and pissed, looks at his watch.

LEONARD:

Better hurry it up, Doc. My shift's

almost over.

Josh hands him a piece of paper.

PETER:

Guess someone requested you for

overtime...buddy.

Peter braces his legs and tries to push the whole bank of

lockers clear--the locker section tips and falls with an

ENORMOUS BANG, which echoes loudly off the tile walls. Dust

flies everywhere.

When the dust settles and flashlights are focussed on the

area of the wall where the lockers stood, we see a LARGE

HOLE.

CUT TO:

INT. MORGUE - DAY

Using a steel probe, Susan examines the dead insect.

SUSAN:

Posterior sternites are gone...half the

protonum rotted off.

Raymond lifts one of the wings. A CLUMP OF WHITE LARVAE

feasts on the flesh underneath.

RAYMOND:

Maggots...

SUSAN:

Near hatching. Thing must've died about

three weeks ago.

Susan closes the mandibles and examines them.

SUSAN:

Do you have a polaroid?

CUT TO:

INT. SUBWAY TRACKS

Water DRIPPING from overhead, ECHOING footsteps- very

spooky. Leonard leads Peter and Josh down the tunnel-

LEONARD:

You all watch your step. We got some

burrows goin' down seven stories

here. You fall, I don't wanna have to

come pick you up.

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