Mulberry Street Page #2

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And don't act like you

haven't noticed, blondie.

Thanks, Larry.

What happened to Ray the painter?

Did he fall off another ladder?

He got bit by some crackhead

at the flophouse,

you know, over there by Bowery Street.

No sh*t.

He ought to watch that.

Could get a nasty infection.

I'll be more worried about

the guy that bit him.

Yeah.

Hey, Ray.

You okay?

...despite today's emergency?

People get bit by rats

every day in this city.

This is an isolated incident.

That was the mayor, live from City Hall.

This is Melissa Moore

reporting for New York 2 News.

Your mom, she left me a message.

She said your bathroom

sink is leaking.

How'd you get in?

I'm the super.

I got a key.

Morning, Vic.

How you doin'?

Do you want another one?

No, thanks.

We got a rat.

I set a few traps. Nasty bastard.

Barked at me.

Well, I'm used to the two-legged kind.

You know, they howl at me.

...this time in Harlem,

at the 145th Street station.

Emergency services are at the scene.

The number of victims

is not known yet.

This is the third attack

in the last four hours.

Two of the victims

from this morning's attack

have died at St. Vincent's Hospital.

And this just in. We are now learning

that the mayor and the MTA

are suspending all subway service

in Manhattan until further notice.

This is an emergency broadcast.

All service is canceled.

You are being advised

to exit the station immediately.

I repeat, this is

an emergency situation.

Leave the station at the closest exit.

All service has been canceled.

Thank you for using mass transit.

Smooth as a baby's ass.

That feels a lot better.

So how you doin', Frank?

Can't breathe, but otherwise

I feel great, yeah.

I'm goin' out. You want anything

when I get back?

Bring me back a broad, will you?

I'm serious. You want anything?

Get me a cigar. Don't tell Charlie.

I won't. You gonna be

okay here by yourself?

Hey, I fought my way from Anzio to Normandy.

What the hell do you think?

All right, I'll see you.

Hey, maybe you can get me a beer.

Sure.

- Don't...

- I know, I know. Don't tell Charlie.

I'll be back.

Hey.

Oh, Clutch, you scared me.

I saw you drop these.

I was on my roof.

I found 'em in my tree.

Oh, yeah. Thanks, Clutch.

Hey, that's very sweet of you.

- Thank you.

- Whoa.

Wait, I got some lipstick on you.

- I gotta run.

- Okay.

Ray?

Are you okay?

The number of rat attacks

has escalated throughout the day.

Attacks are being reported

in every area of Manhattan.

City health officials are advising...

I was just about to dine.

You okay in there?

Look kinda pale.

Just something I ate.

What do you want, Coco?

Cable's out again.

All right, I'll come up and look at it.

Thanks, Ross.

You sure you okay?

What are you wearing?

You wearing something musky?

No, I never wear anything heavy.

My nose must be off.

Had a rough night, Ray?

Oh. We got a rat.

Gross.

Got him clean, though. That's good.

Glad it didn't die under the floor.

I hate the smell.

Would you might tossing him

in the garbage outside for me, Ray?

Thanks.

Hey, the next one's on me, okay?

Hey, you guys hear the radio?

A train car, loaded with people,

they got bitten by rats.

They're telling everybody

to stay off the streets.

What, you havin' a party?

Casey's comin' home.

Dad.

Traffic trying to exit the city

has come to a standstill.

FDR Drive has been

closed to all but official traffic.

PATH train service to Jersey City

and Hoboken is still suspended.

Stay tuned for all updates.

Coming up after the break,

four patients go missing

from St. Vincent's critical ward.

Rough night, huh?

I'm Matthew.

Had a few?

Call 911.

Help me! Oh, my God.

Oh, sh*t!

Stay out!

F***in' die! Die! Die!

Die, die, die!

Let me in!

No way, man. How do I know

you're not one of them?

Do I look like one of those f***ing things?

Let me in!

No. Tough sh*t.

You f***in' scumbag.

Yo, you. Oh!

All circuits are busy. Please remain...

All circuits are busy.

The number of reported cases

has more than tripled in the last hour.

The governor, having just come out of an

emergency meeting with cabinet members,

has declared Manhattan

under official quarantine

until investigators can discover

the source of the outbreak.

Stay tuned for the mayor's press conference,

which will be brought to you live

from Bermuda in just a moment.

He's in Bermuda, that a**hole!

They're shutting us in.

Whatever it is,

they don't want it getting out of the city.

I'll bet it's Bin Laden, that rat bastard.

As far as we know, the virus is

spread through saliva

and blood from infected rats

to a human host.

Symptoms are flu-like...

Tie him up.

As far as we know,

the virus is spread

through blood and saliva,

from infected rats to a human host.

What in the hell is wrong with Ross?

Symptoms are flu-like,

including light sensitivity

and itching, followed by dementia,

dry mouth, and vomiting.

It is extremely important

to avoid contact

with anyone who has been bitten.

Once bitten, they are a carrier.

- If you have already been bitten...

- I'm clean.

...please report to the nearest

hospital immediately.

- What about me?

- Yeah, yeah, you're okay.

I gotta go check on Frank.

Get outta the way.

Hold up. I'll go with you, Charlie.

- You okay?

- Yeah.

Oh, God. Poor Ross.

- Take his hat.

- Don't need his hat.

Hey, man, it might not be safe out there.

No, we're gonna risk it.

Goddamn yuppies jumping ship.

- Go back to Connecticut!

- Do you have the keys to the Jag?

- I have the keys.

- To the Jag?

Yes!

Oh, come on.

Gimme that, you wacko.

At least you turned off the oxygen.

I was a demolition expert, you a**hole.

You should see the news.

You should see what happened to Ross.

- What happened?

- He turned into a big f***ing rat.

We had to lock him in the closet.

- A rat?

- A rat. A big f***ing rat.

You should see him. Ugly.

Charlie, you stay here.

I'm gonna check on the kid.

You wouldn't believe...

Otto. Open the door.

You heard from

your mom today?

What's her number at the bar?

- What's wrong?

- Nothing.

- You all right?

- Yeah.

What was all that noise downstairs?

Don't worry about it.

Clutch, you're shaking.

There's nothing going on. Relax.

Sh*t.

Tell you what. Get dressed,

come down to my apartment.

I can't. I told my mom

I'd stay here. I'm grounded.

I'm ungrounding you. Get your ass dressed

and come down to my apartment.

- But I told...

- There's no buts about it.

Told the kid to come

down here and stay.

Charlie and Frank are all right.

...confirmed reports now

of the attackers eating their victims.

That's it. That'll work.

You be careful out there, sugar.

You keep this door locked.

...a state of martial law in Manhattan.

National Guard troops

are gathering in parts of New Jersey

and Staten Island.

Sh*t.

F***.

Mother...

You bit by one of those things?

- No.

- Good.

Where's Otto?

He's at my place. He's safe.

Here, put this on.

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