Mimic Page #8

Chuy doesn't pay attention, just stares out at the street.

MANNY:

Did you look at the story book I got you?

Manny lifts a brightly colored CHILDREN'S BOOK.

MANNY:

Our Animal Friends. Can you say that,

Chico? "Friends"?

Nothing from Chuy.

CHUY'S POV - STREET

The building across the street. Yellow DOH tape at the

entrance.

MANNY (OS)

A friend is the one you can trust. When

you are with a friend, no matter where in

the world, you are at home.

A FIGURE moves out of the shadows and totters in the rain

toward the entrance. It is the OVERCOAT MAN, barely visible

in the rain.

MANNY:

In this city. A friend is a hard thing to

find...

CHUY:

His face shows a bit of animation.

CHUY:

Funny Shoes...

Manny looks up from the book.

CHUY:

Alli. Mr. Funny Shoes.

Manny comes over, looks out.

THEIR POV:

The figure has disappeared into the dark front of the

boarded-up building.

MANNY AND CHUY:

MANNY:

No one is there. Is empty.

Chuy doesn't respond. Manny turns the boy's face to his.

MANNY:

Chuy, listen to me. They have Jesus on

the cross, but that is not a holy place.

You understand?

Chuy looks at him blankly. Manny sighs; he knows he doesn't.

MANNY:

Ah, Nino. God only knows what goes on in

your head, eh?

He pats the boy on the head, then goes back to work. Chuy

turns back to stare at the street.

CHUY:

Mr. Funny Shoes...

CUT TO:

EXT. OUTSIDE TYLER APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT

The D.O.H. Van pulls up in front of a modest Pre-war

building. Josh and Peter climb out.

Peter is reviewing a roster.

PETER:

Josh, what was Immigration's

countdown?

Josh hands Peter a plastic bag with his sweat clothes

and running shoes.

JOSH:

Thirty-three workers.

Peter hands him the roster.

PETER:

There are thirty five listed in the

reverend Wong's roster...

JOSH:

Sh*t.

Peter walks up the front steps.

PETER:

Remember what that woman said, about

people being taken? Check with the

copsin the area.

INT. TYLER APARTMENT - NIGHT

Peter enters the apartment, which has long since been

remodeled with a nicer couch and a bigger TV with slightly

better reception.

PETER:

Sus?

No answer. He notices the dining room table is filled with

yellowed FILES, all marked JUDAS TRADITOR.

PETER:

(Looks around once again)

Susan?

INT. LAUNDRY ROOM

Peter comes in to find Susan sitting in a chair before a

dryer, quietly watching laundry whirl within.

PETER:

(Regarding the laundry.)

Thought it was my week for that.

SUSAN:

(Shrugs.)

I needed to think. It was either this

or the weather channel.

Peter walks over, kisses her. He notices an open book of

INSECT MORPHOLOGY on her lap. There's a FULL COLOR

PHOTOGRAPH of an OOTHECA -- an insect eggcase.

INT. LAUNDRY ROOM - LATER

Peter folds laundry into his/her piles. Susan paces.

SUSAN:

This thing was the size of my fist,

Peter!! That's off the charts!

PETER:

Okay. So you lost a great specimen-

SUSAN:

Don't you get it? It's more than

that.

Peter takes a bedsheet. Susan helps him fold it.

SUSAN:

You know why insects don't grow larger?

Because they don't have a complex

respiratory system. What I saw did. It

had lungs.

Peter walks backward with his end of the sheet. The two

begin to fold it together.

SUSAN:

Evolution doesn't work that fast.

Something pushed that thing to take the

leap. We need to find another specimen.

PETER:

We?

As they fold the sheet, they move closer together.

SUSAN:

I did a PH test on its tarsal pads.

The folding of the sheet has brought them almost face to

face. Susan finishes folding herself.

SUSAN:

There's only two species who match the

enzymes I found. One's a leaf-cutter ant

in the Amazon...

She has his full attention now.

SUSAN:

The other we released here two years ago.

EXT. ALPHABET CITY - AVENUE B - DAY

A TAXI CAB makes a U turn and cruises on.

INT. CAB

Susan ignores the yakking Armenian DRIVER as she scans

the buildings and empty lots-

ARMENIAN DRIVER:

Avenue B... again! Maybe you got

wrong letter, uh?

The cabbie looks up at a Manhattan street map glued over

his head on the roof of the cab.

SUSAN:

Keep going. We'll tell you when to

stop...

PETER:

Maybe they lied to you.

SUSAN:

Even if they did... that's all we

have, isn't it?

The cab cruises past the tenement buildings, nondescript

stores, junked cars and rubble-strewn lots. It stops

before a traffic light.

A LEERING HOMELESS GUY with a greasy rag and greasier

cleaning solution approaches the windshield.

ARMENIAN:

No... Oh, sh*t. Get away, you Turk!

The Homeless guy begins wiping/smudging the windshield

with his dirty rag. The driver sends him away.

The light turns green. The Driver accelerates, turning

on the windshield wipers to expunge the smears left by

the guy.

Susan sees something.

SUSAN:

Pull over!

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