Mimic Page #25

In the crush of onlookers is one deadpan face- a MIMIC,

hugging the shadows, waiting for its moment!

We PAN 180 degrees to the other side of the platform-

there, briefly glimpsed is ANOTHER, and ANOTHER.

We TILT down to the throng below.

SUSAN:

(barely audible)

They've come up...

The electrified VOICE of the train ANNOUNCER suddenly

FADES UP, telling of departures and delays-

We raise above Susan's head-

TRAIN ANNOUNCER:

The 11:
16 local to Poughkeepsie,

boarding now, Track 32- the 7:20

Connecticut local, making

connections to South Norwalk-

DOWN ANGLE:

-culminating in an OVERHEAD VIEW of the main terminal.

The movement continues. But from here, the people are

dots, their importanec no greater than that of a colony

of ants.

FADE OUT:

LOS ANGELES, JUNE-19-96

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