Mimic Page #15

Leonard shines his flashlight ahead.

Revealed, quite literally, is a world of sh*t.

LARGE FECES scattered everywhere: on the floor, hanging

sausage-like from the ceiling. One can almost taste the

stench of old ammonia.

Peter puts on a rubber glove, inspects one of the fecal

stalactites.

JOSH:

Fecal matter, unknown origin: weird

sh*t.

(Beat)

Whatever it is, it's not human.

Josh breaks off a sample, drops it in a jar with a hard

THUNK. Leonard turns away in distaste.

LEONARD:

And it needs some metamucil.

CUT TO:

EXT. FLOPHOUSE - NIGHT

It's raining like hell. Manny approaches the abandoned

flophouse.

He peeks through the boarded-up front entrance. Right there,

on the dusty lobby floor, clearer than the larger

shoeprints...

...he discovers a trail of tiny, barefoot prints.

MANNY:

Chuy...

He kicks experimentally at the planks, but they're far too

strong.

ALLEY:

Manny explores the opposite face of the building, looking for

a way in.

A DOG is BARKING incessantly. Manny turns.

Something moves in the shadows! Something long and thin,

haloed by the rain.

It moves again, the streetlight touching it for a fleeting

moment as it totters around to the rear of the building.

It's The Overcoat Man!

The man hurries past. Manny sprints after him.

ALLEYS:

Manny comes running around a pile of grocery crates.

There is the OVERCOAT MAN.

CARGO WORKERS mill around a group of vegetable trucks,

unloading produce.

The OVERCOAT MAN attracts no attention. Keeping his head

down, staying near the shadowed buildings. Jumping and

hopping, he skitters into an alley.

FOLLOWING:

Manny has to trot to keep up with the mysterious figure. He

pauses to take a pill and place it under his tongue.

Once it takes effect he moves on.

The OVERCOAT MAN has moved past a chainlink fence. How??

It's too high!!!

The old man squeezes through a jagged opening. The metal

fabric cuts his shirt.

On the other side: a dead end. Nowhere to go except

for...

A SEWAGE GRATE:

Manny lifts it.

SEWAGE PIPE:

Manny lands on his feet with considerable difficulty. He

flicks his lighter flame and opens the straight razor.

This pipe is carpeted with trash and a thick crust of dirt.

Something moves under a wet newspaper: a thick mass of long-

legged spiders dissolve onto the walls and floor.

Suddenly...the distant sound of spoons playing.

MANNY:

Chuy...

Manny pulls a rosary from his pocket, wraps it around

his wrist and crosses himself with the razor...

...then begins to move down the pipe.

CUT TO:

PLATFORM "A" DELANCEY

Susan examines the Polaroids. She pulls out a payday bar.

The crew of repairmen are leaving.

REPAIRMAN:

Hey, Lady, all power will be down in

five minutes, okay?

SUSAN:

Okay....

She munches on the bar. She stops: one snapshot has caught

her attention. The fridge light illuminated this photograph.

Susan turns it around... and around... Trying to find

something different in the lines.

A train roars by.

Then she notices it:

THE POLAROID:

The closed jaws. They look like A HUMAN FACE.

SUSAN:

Gets up nervously and heads for the dor to the locker room.

A whole row of lamps goes off. The rest flickers in and

out.

Then we see, now standing on her platform: THE OVERCOAT MAN!!

He looks at her between a row of columns under the dead neon

lights.

Susan tries the locker room door. It's unlocked.

INT. LOCKER ROOM - SUSAN

carefully crosses the floor to the bank of lockers.

She kneels to examine the hole in the wall. She nears a

noise.

THE OVERCOAT MAN is moving toward her.

SUSAN:

Peter?

OVERCOAT MAN:

The man's face TIPS BACK...

...raising the complex, glittering INSECT HEAD FROM BEHIND

ITS MASK-LIKE FRONT JAWS.

Its multi-parted MOUTH clicks OPEN.

Susan SCREAMS!

The thing charges, its "coat" opening to reveal...SIX

LEATHERY WINGS, fully extended! The wingspan blocks the

whole tunnel, they vibrate rapidly.

Susan tries to run, but the creature -- hereafter known

simply as "The Mimic" -- LEAPS ONTO HER CHEST!

She's dragged screaming into the hole.

Their silhouettes recede rapidly amidst a confusion of legs,

wings and pipes.

CUT TO:

INT. VAULTED AREA

Peter and Josh put the fecal samples into the back-pack.

Leonard stands at the other end of the area. He inspects some

OLD SCAFFOLDING set up at an opening which leads to

THE REMAINS OF AN OLD STATION

fifteen feet below.

LEONARD:

I've never been this deep. This area

here is the Old Armory station. They

built it in the 40's. Ran out of money

half-way through...

It's like Grand Central's dead little brother. Tiled mosaic

walls, columns, monumental arches. Spaces for shops. A group

of abandoned turn-of-the-century subway cars on parallel

tracks.

LEONARD:

Okay, the fat lady's singing. Time to go.

Everything is gray with dust.

PETER (O.S.)

(To Josh)

I want a team in here by six tonight,

hands and knees with toothpicks...

Leonard squints down at the planks of the scaffolding.

A NYMPH -- big as the one seen earlier -- emerges from a pile

of nearby feces as if it were part of the mound.

Keeping his eyes fixed on the insect, Leonard coolly bends

down, picks up a ROCK.

PETER:

putting the last sample boxes into the back-pack, looks up

and sees

LEONARD:

step onto the scaffolding, raising the rock to crush the

nymph.

PETER:

Don't!!

SMASH! Leonard tosses the rock at the insect, crushing it.

Peter rushes to the insect's corpse on the scaffolding.

LEONARD:

Did you see the size of that thing?!

PETER:

Look what you did! You stupid sonofa-

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