Mimic Page #22

...and with a HEAVE, throws it onto the front track.

OUTSIDE:

The other Mimics take instant notice.

BY PETER:

The Mimic before him suddenly turns. In a flash of speed,

it's gone, heading toward

THE DEAD MIMIC:

stuffed with the bloody rage, the thing sends its fellow

into a feeding frenzy.

The other Mimics begin TEARING into it, ripping their brother

to shreds in cannibalistic orgy.

SUBWAY CAR:

Susan watches in disgust.

SUSAN:

Choke on it, motherfuckers.

Leonard turns the lever crank again. The doors begin to

shut.

PETER:

breathes a sigh of relief.

He goes to the powerbox, opens it up.

He shines his flashlight down on the back of his hand.

The simple chart tells him what to wire: BLUE WIRES TO

THE GREEN WIRES.

PETER:

(to himself)

Green...Blue...

He looks back up at the powerbox. His face falls.

All the wires are a GROSS BROWN, their colored plastic

casings having long ago faded into goo.

INT. SWITCHROOM

Manny enters. The space is even more dusty than the rest of

the station. Spiderwebs strung over old machinery. White

Doric PILLARS support the ceiling like skeletal bones. 1940s

style LAMPS are built into their side.

Manny looks around. Off to the right, right next to the

rusted track switch board, he heads for the COUPLING SWITCH.

Once there, he rests and, through the murky windows, he

waves back to LEONARD.

He pulls out his pills box and takes a pill. But his hands

are shaking, under enormous tension. Some of the pills

scatter on the floor. He puts the box away and leans

against the wall.

A CLICKING nearby catches his attention, echoing from the

entrance of ANOTHER ROOM.

It is not the sound of the Mimics; but rather, of METAL.

Spoons.

MANNY:

Chuy...?

Manny follows the sound.

BY THE TRACK:

Peter desperately tries to connect the wires the right way.

He wipes off the brown gunk, tries to discern any semblance

of color.

He feels himself start to sweat. He tries to relax.

Breathes...

INT. ROOM BEHIND SWITCHROOM

The space is larger than the switchroom. The walls and

ceiling have an odd, shiny consistency.

Manny heads in further, locates the levers and waits.

Something pale and small emerges from the dark, a few feet

away, a face that seems to float in the eerie half-light.

A RUSTLING behind him. Manny turns around.

MANNY:

(Whispering)

Nino...

He swings the light onto Chuy, sitting on the floor before

the remains of a RUSTY COLUMN. That beautiful, emotionless

smile on his pale face.

MANNY:

Chuy...

BY THE POWERBOX:

Peter has made all the necessary connections. He turns now

to the fuse-section.

A red throw-switch is there, and two big slots for fuses.

One is still occupied.

The other one empty.

PETER:

Dammit!

CU - PETER'S FOREHEAD

BEADS OF SWEAT begin to form.

SUBWAY CAR:

Susan watches the Mimics at their feast.

All of a sudden, they begin to stop, as if losing interest.

SUSAN:

(horrified)

The scent's fading...

Susan steps back, looks around desperately for a flashlight.

LEONARD:

(tense as hell)

What's Manny doing? I can't see him

anymore.

ROOM BEHIND SWITCHROOM

MANNY:

Nino, please...

Manny slaps his knees with both hands in a parental gesture

of "come to me".

In the darkness, something that looks like a PALM FROND

floats gracefully down from the ceiling, making see-saw

gestures as it falls through the air.

Manny shines his flashlight on the floor. It's not a palm

frond.

It's a wing.

Manny turns his flashlight to the ceiling and walls.

The place IS COVERED WITH MIMICS. They are in the middle of

a vicious mating ritual. The males tear savagely at the

females wings as they proceed to mount them. A chaotic

clusterfuck.

Manny is sickened.

CHUY GIGGLES. Manny shines his light ahead. Manny's face

falls.

MANNY:

Dios mio...

The WHITE PILLAR BEHIND CHUY IS MOVING...

...unfolding...

...at last revealing...

AN ALBINO MIMIC! Another leap for evolution...

Its form is different from the other Mimics. Sleeker, more

supple, almost beautiful. And while its movements are still

not completely human, there is a kind of unearthly grace to

them that at the very least entrance us.

The thing raises itself to full height, dwarfing the tiny

boy. It stands over him like a king over his court fool.

Chuy giggles happily. It's all a game to him.

The Albino CLICKS in response -- a long, leisurely sound, as

if trying to communicate with the boy.

Chuy pulls his spoons out and begins to play them, making a

perfect imitation of the sound.

Manny starts to tremble as the creature gazes upon him with

huge, expressionless 'eyes'. He turns to Chuy-

MANNY:

(barely audible)

Chuy...

CHUY:

(whispers)

Friends.

MANNY:

NO, NO, CHUY, NO...

CHUY:

Friends.

The Albino CLICKS his jaws, moving in toward Manny.

CHUY:

plays his SPOONS in perfect imitation.

MANNY:

stands under an archway in a swirl of dust. He raises his

arms, like a prophet. He lets go of hsi razor and kneels.

MANNY:

God has closed his eyes. This, he cannot

see...

His vacant eyes, fill with tears, he prays quietly, a strange

serenity invades him.

The Albino's jaws open and charge.

PLATFORM:

Some Mimics advance toward Peter's direction.

SUBWAY CAR:

Susan desperately waves a flashlight and bangs the window,

trying to attract their attention.

SUSAN:

Over here! Over here! Goddam you!!

BY THE TRACKS:

Peter BREAKS the arm off one of his glasses. He jams it at

the empty fuse. It SPARKS.

PLATFORM:

THUMP! The electricity COMES ON...

The lamps on the columns BURST INTO FLAMES from the power

surge. Fire illuminates the station like a Greek temple.

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