Mimic Page #24

SUSAN:

looks up, into the shaft.

THE ELEVATOR:

coming down, but it's taking its own sweet time.

SUSAN:

Oh, come on, come on!

PETER:

Jump in.

Peter pulls her into the shaft, closes the security gate

behind them.

INT. SHAFT

A skeletal framework on each side. Just enough for a

handhold.

Peter steadies Susan as she climbs in beside him. She

balances on the narrow ledge.

Peter SLAMS the cage door shut, latching it.

PETER:

You go first. I'll be right below you.

SUSAN:

Your arm, you can't...

PETER:

I can. We can do this...

He shows her the first hand and foothold. Susan grabs on.

INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL

The Albino amkes its way forward, flanked by two Mimics.

It stops.

Turns toward the elevator.

INT. SHAFT

Susan hauls herself up the framework, handhold by

handhold. Peter is right below her.

She can see his arms are starting to tremble dangerously

with the effort.

SUSAN:

We're gonna make it!

Peter grinds his teeth, trying to make the next

handhold.

WHAM! Something hits the gate below them!

INT. BY THE ELEVATOR GATE

The Mimics are tearing at the metal gate.

The Albino remains still, watching them work.

PETER AND SUSAN:

Susan's arm and legs are shaking now. Her breath starts

catching in her throat with the effort.

PETER:

Don't hold your breath! Keep it going,

even flow!

Susan tried, but can't. She tries to pull herself up to the

next level.

PETER:

C'mon...

SUSAN:

Ah...

PETER:

Talk to me.

SUSAN:

Peter...

Susan pulls herself up.

SUSUAN:

I'm really glad I'm not pregnant.

REVERSE:

We look down past them as they climb. Two of the Mimics and

the Albino have gotten into the shaft!

The Albino is so long it climbs by bracing its legs against

opposite walls.

SUSAN AND PETER:

Susan is crying, barely any strength left.

Peter does his best to stay in control, but in truth is

barely hanging on himself.

LIGHT hits them from the shaft above now, SOUNDS of PEOPLE

TALKING and a muffled P.A. ANNOUNCEMENT filter down.

MIMICS:

rushing upward on the shaft wall, higher, higher.

INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT

Peter's hands grab onto the grating of the gate on the next

floor.

KCHUNK! is heard above them. Peter looks up.

Now the elevator is coming down.

PETER:

Hang onto me.

Peter pulls Susan up till she can grab it too, both of them

able to get a foothold on the ledge-

PETER:

Hang on tight!

He begins to KICK on the gate, trying to tear it free. Susan

looks back down.

SUSAN'S POV - SHAFT

The Mimics rush up, closer, closer. The Albino opens its

mandibles.

SUSAN AND PETER:

both KICK at the gate, it gives, Peter pulls Susan through

to the

INT. SUBWAY TRACK

PETER:

Come on!

Peter and Susan stumble away.

INT. ELEVATOR SHAFT

The Albino sees the elevator approaching from above.

It gives a few CLICKS to its minions.

The two other Mimics race up the shaft...

...toward the elevator...

...and WEDGE THEMSELVES IN ON EITHER SIDE!

They are CRUSHED instantly. But the elevator is stopped just

above the open gate.

With just enough room for the Albino to get through to

INT. SUBWAY TRACKS

Susan and Peter run. There is LIGHT just up the tunnel. We

hear VOICES.

SUSAN:

Don't look back!

They go for it. At last, they make it to

INT. A PLATFORM

Susan and Peter stumble forward. Light streams down from

overheads. Susan turns.

SUSAN'S POV

The Albino spills out onto the track behind them.

Sleek, streamlined, light glancing beautifully off it.

SUSAN AND PETER:

turn back...

HEADLIGHTS hit them as we hear the ROAR of a SUBWAY TRAIN

heading at them from the other side of the platform!

SUSAN:

No...

PETER:

We can do it!

They run.

ALBINO:

runs, faster than any other Mimic.

TRAIN:

The express train BLOWS its HORN, RUSHING FORWARD.

PLATFORM - COMMUTERS

Weary late-night COMMUTERS stand half-asleep on the tracks.

A sleepy-eyed little girl points, tugging on her mother's

hand.

LITTLE GIRL:

Mommy, there's people...

PETER AND SUSAN:

PETER:

(Adrenaline pumping)

We-can-do-this!!!

MOTORMAN:

The driver sees the battered couple...

He reaches for the brake...

SUSAN AND PETER:

They reach the edge of the platform, the HORN deafening as

the train speeds toward them. Peter pushes Susan up, leaps-

INT. TRAIN - CONDUCTOR

We RUSH toward his horrified face.

THE ALBINO:

directly ahead.

The train, still flying, PLOWS INTO IT...

...flattening, grinding, pulverizing...

...until the windshield of the subway car is covered in white

blood.

The motoran leans on the brake, his eyes screwed shut in

primal horror. The train SQUEALS to a stop...

ON THE PLATFORM:

Susan and Peter collapse on the cement floor in each others

arms. Heaving and weeping.

INT. GRAND CENTRAL STATION - NIGHT

COMMUTERS turn to stare as Peter and Susan move across

the floor. Both bruised and bloodied, leaning against

each other, heading for the exit.

Some DERELICTS observe them with curiosity.

A trio of MTA cops start towards them.

PETER:

It'll be fine... it... They're still

down there. We'll seal the whole

system, go in with whatever it

takes...

But Peter's voice evidences a lack of conviction now,

he's trying to convince both Susan and himself of

something he doesn't fully believe.

PETER:

It'll be fine... We nailed them

before, we'll do it again...

He hurries to meet the MTA cops. Susan looks up.

SUSAN'S POV

Commuters move to and fro, moving up and down and in and

out of the illuminated areas of the station.

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