Mimic Page #16

A CREAK from the scaffolding at their combined weight.

Leonard grabs Peter, tries to pull him from the scaffolding.

CREEEEAAAAAK!

THE ENTIRE SCAFFOLDING GIVES WAY!

Buckling diagonally...

...taking Peter and Leonard with it...

CRASH! Both Peter and Leonard are thrown to the ground of

the station below. The scaffolding falls around them.

JOSH:

rushes forward.

JOSH:

Peter!

PETER AND LEONARD

stir in the wreckage. Peter rises shakily. He puts his

glasses on. One of the lenses is badly smashed.

PETER:

It's okay. I'm all right.

He tries to help Leonard up; Leonard knocks his hand away.

LEONARD:

Get the hell away from me!

Peter looks up at Josh.

PETER:

(Deadpan)

He's all right, too.

Leonard brushes himself off, checks out his walkie-talkie.

It's been broken in the fall, a tangle of plastic and wires.

He curses under his breath.

Peter checks the wall for a handhold. But there's only

smooth tile and dust.

LEONARD:

Oh, that's gonna work.

PETER:

You got a better way up?

Leonard removes his badge, tosses it up to Josh.

LEONARD:

(To Josh.)

Show that to the station manager. Tell

him Leonard's gonna have his bubble-butt

he don't have someone down here in ten.

JOSH:

H-how do I get...?

LEONARD:

Way we came. Take the first tunnel to

your right...

Leonard's voice echoes off the cavernous walls. Josh

hurriedly writes it down in his notebook.

LEONARD (OS)

Go left. Go left again till you hit the

fork... Then right again. You got that?

JOSH:

I think so. One right, two lefts...

LEONARD:

And a right.

JOSH:

Right.

PETER:

Go Josh. Now.

Josh obeys.

CUT TO:

INT. NICHE

We hear a persistent BEEPING...

A concrete ROOM filled with glimmering debris. Cans,

eyeglasses, fake teeth, chrome, foil, glass shards, broken

watches.

Susan lies unconscious, half-sunk in a mulch of decomposing

food, old newspapers, plastic garbage bags. An inch of brown

WATER burbles past her bloody head.

SOMETHING jostles her, rocking her back and forth.

Her eyelids slowly open.

A HUGE MIMIC IS PERCHED ON HER BODY!

Its WINGCASE is drooped around her like a shroud. The

creature furiously tears at her jacket, trying to get at

Susan's beeper.

The beeper spills from her pocket along with several Pay Day

bars. The Mimic CRUSHES the machine instantly, then chomps

up all the candy bars with a single move of its mandibles.

Susan watches in terror as the creature steps away.

A SOUND from an adjacent tunnel. Susan looks...

...and sees ANOTHER MIMIC pulling the REMAINS OF A MAN into

the darkness.

Susan gropes around her in the soggy debris, looking for some

weapon.

SUSAN'S HAND

Her fingers close around a three-foot piece of RUSTY PIPE.

Something dark drips on her hand.

SUSAN:

looks up. Above her, a badly decomposing HUMAN FOOT, or what

is left of it. All part of the excarnated corpse of the

Chinese Preacher. His gold cross shines boldly in the dark.

Susan GASPS.

THE MIMIC:

hears the sound. It immediately SKITTERS back to her.

SUSAN:

jerks herself sideways...

AND STABS THE PIPE into the Mimic's thorax with a wet CRRK!

Susan heaves herself up, pushing the thing onto its back.

The Mimic BUZZES furiously, milky WHITE FOAM pumping from the

wound. Its legs slash the air as it tries to right itself.

Susan runs for the tunnels, debris falling from her clothing.

CUT TO:

JOSH:

comes to a t-junction. He checks his notepad for the

appropriate direction.

He turns, heads left.

CUT TO:

INT. TUNNELS

Susan staggers through a dark PASSAGEWAY. Water drizzles

into her grimy face. She looks up.

Rain leaks from an overhead grate three stories up. She can

see the SHOES of PEOPLE walking to and fro above.

SUSAN:

HELP!!!

EXT. STREET ABOVE - NIGHT

Life as usual on Delancey street.

Pedestrians crisscross the metal grate, hunched under their

umbrellas. Traffic noise, T.V. displays on street front

stores, boom boxes, car horns...

They drown out the tiny sound of Susan's voice...

SUSAN:

hears distant FEET SCURRYING toward her, punctuated by a

metallic CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

SIDE TUNNEL:

CLANG! The metal pipe, still imbedded in the Mimic, BANGS

the wall as the insect moves down the dripping narrow tunnel.

SUSAN:

looks around frantically. She crosses to a METAL LID on the

floor, lifts it.

A HOLE is below, dropping off into darkness.

The Mimic's CLANGING grows louder.

Susan sits herself on the edge of the hole, grasping the

metal lid by handles on its underside.

The Mimic rushes into the chamber, speeding toward her...

Susan JUMPS into the hole, hanging onto the lid...

WHANG! The lid SLAMS SHUT over the hole a fraction of a

second before the creature reaches it.

The Mimic touches the lid with its antennae, confused.

INT. HOLE

The TICK-TICKING of the Mimic's antennae scanning the lid.

Susan hangs from the handles on the lid, her arms trembling.

Susan's strength gives out. She lets go, falls.

PIPE GALLERY:

Susan CRASHES onto a juncture between two large PIPES.

She MOANS in pain.

CLOSER - SUSAN

secures her position, looks down. A seemingly bottomless pit

below, crisscrossed with a FOREST OF PIPES AND DUCTS.

The nearest pipe above her is well beyond reach.

She is trapped.

Then she hears the SOUND of the LID OPENING above. She holds

her breath.

A faint YELLOW LIGHT of a lighter flickers down at her.

CUT TO:

WET SECTION:

Josh cautiously enters a vaulted area. Old pipes have been

ripped from the walls. WATER gushes over the steel-plated

walls. He looks around- this doesn't seem familiar.

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