Mimic Page #17

Josh freezes as he sees something behind a loose metal PLATE

on the wall.

He yanks at the plate- it gives a little bit. He yanks

harder- the plate falls down on one side, hanging

precariously from a loose bolt.

It reveals A HOLE PACKED WITH DOZENS AND DOZENS OF OOTHECAS.

He leans close to examine them- there is a NOISE in the

tunnel behind him-

JOSH'S POV - WATERFALL

A curtain of WATER falls over the side of a pipe onto the

floor. Behind it, something ENORMOUS crawls into view.

Multiple legs, antennae, an elongated body distorted by the

water and the light of a flare. It stops-

JOSH:

Holding his breath and tiptoeing sideways, never taking his

eyes off the thing, Josh begins to move away. He sees a

narrow OPENING in the wall- there seems to be dim LIGHT

coming from something beyond it. He tries to squeeze through

the opening-

MIMIC:

The creature is immobile behind the sheet of water, as if

mesmerized by its flow-

PIT - JOSH

With tremendous effort, Josh passes through the opening.

He finds himself inside a bowl-shaped mud hole. Scattered

around him he sees FUNNY BUNNY PATCHES that were sewn in the

sweatshop. He trips on a half-buried SEWING MACHINE. He

looks up-

Above him is a grate. He's come to the SHOWER ROOM of the

sweatshop!

INT. SWEATSHOP SHOWER ROOM

Empty now, except for the rusting sewing machines in a

corner. We TILT to see Josh moving the grate away. He

jumps- no way he can grab onto the slippery tile-

HIS HANDS SLIDE!!

PIT:

Josh puts the old sewing machine upright.

OUTSIDE:

Suddenly, the bolt hinging the plate gives way and... the

steel plate hits the ground: KLANGG!!

THE MIMIC:

leaps into action!

PIT - JOSH

hears the CLICKING, fairly close. He shines his light back

down the hole he entered through-

JOSH'S POV - THE MIMIC

moves past the waterfall and takes the wall at full speed.

JOSH:

JOSH:

Oh sh*t, oh sh*t, oh sh*t!

He stands on top of the sewing machine, wobbling, reaches for

the floor above-

SWEATSHOP SHOWER ROOM

Josh's head and one shoulder are in through the hole. His

arms tremble. He makes a desperate lunge and manages to grab

the POWER CORD of one of the abandoned sewing machines.

THE MIMIC:

rushes through the opening without even slowing down.

JOSH:

pulls himself up, up- WHAM! The Mimic hits the lower part

of his body, BLOOD spraying up through the hole. He SCREAMS,

grasps the cord with both hands!

He is brutally YANKED down into the hole, the sewing machine

tipping, then dragged across the tiled floor till it wedges

violently in the hole!

We track over to reveal, one of Chuy's perfectly

executed WIRE SCULPTURES. Sitting atop another sewing

machine.

CUT TO:

INT. REMAINS OF THE SUBWAY STATION

A ring of FLARES burns in the darkness like an island. Peter

lights another one, revealing a space buried in layers of

dust and time.

Cracked MANNEQUIN FACES stares out from an unopened TAILOR

SHOP. A FLOWER PARLOR decorated with cobwebs. A yellowed

NEWSPAPER on the floor, its headlines reading: GERMAN TROOPS

DRIVEN BACK ACROSS RHINE.

Peter looks up to see Leonard approaching from the track.

PETER:

Any luck?

LEONARD:

Well...there's an old service elevator

half a mile down the tracks. Ain't gonna

be much use, though. Lines are dead.

Peter shines his flare up at a thick cord of cables which HUM

ominously with electricity.

PETER:

You said those cables're still live.

Can't we rewire...?

LEONARD:

Oh, man, there you go again.

PETER:

What?

LEONARD:

Those things bring juice to the new

stations. You just can't rewire that

sh*t...

Peter approaches him.

PETER:

For Chrissakes, what's the problem?

You need a memo every time you fart?

LEONARD:

All right, motherf***er, that's it.

He pushes Peter violently. Their eyes lock and meet.

Inches away from a fistfight.

PETER:

Shh! Shh!

A SOUND rushing towards them, its echoes increasing by the

second.

Where is it coming from?

Peter looks at Leonard. Leonard unbuttons his holster clip,

places his hand on his .22

A SHADOW appears outside the archway.

It steps onto the platform.

Leonard frowns.

LEONARD:

(tentative)

Manny?!

The old man stumbles out of the darkness, out of breath. A

rusted crowbar in his hand.

Leonard walks over to him solicitously.

LEONARD:

My God, what the hell are you...?

MANNY:

Hurry, the woman needs help!

A shadow crosses Peter's face.

PETER:

Woman?

CUT TO:

INT. PIPE GALLERY

OUTSTRETCHED HANDS in the darkness.

REVEAL Peter leaning across the void with one hand while

Manny and Leonard grip his other.

Susan below, balancing precariously on the crisscrossing

pipes. A mess, but still alive. She reaches up to Peter.

It's too far.

SUSAN:

(A whisper)

Don't.

PETER:

Listen to me:
we're getting you out.

Leonard and Manny pull Peter back into

INT. TUNNELS

Peter undoes his belt.

PETER:

(To Manny and Leonard)

Give me your belts.

They obey. Peter buckles them together with his. He then

loops one end around a bannister, the other around his wrist.

LEONARD:

(to Manny, as he ties them

together)

What are you doing down here?

MANNY:

Chuy. He was taken. He's down here

somewhere...

(to Peter)

Oh, please, hurry. I saw what was

after her.

PETER:

What's...?

MANNY:

Just hurry.

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