Species: The Awakening Page #2

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asking that Calderon fellow

about finding a certain somebody.

Well, I'll tell you something,

unless you give him a bribe,

he ain't gonna do nothing.

No, that's the way

it is with these Mexicans.

They play dumb until you play ball.

Now, you seem like a right, nice fellow,

so I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna cut through all that bull,

and I'm gonna hook you right up.

What are you getting at?

You want to know how

to find Forbes, huh? I'm gonna tell you.

Now, at midnight,

you go down

to the Square of the Blessed Maiden.

There'll be a taxicab there.

You wait till he flashes his lights.

Then you go over

and you get in the back seat of the taxi.

Any business you have with Forbes,

you put it in an envelope

and you give it to the driver.

I'm looking for Forbes McGuire.

Hey, where are we? Is this where he lives?

I'm a friend of Forbes.

I just want to talk to him.

Hey, buddy, are you listening to me?

Come and sit

by my side if you love me

Do not hasten to bid me adieu

Just remember that Red River Valley

And the fellow who loved you so true

Oh, the Red River Valley

Hold on, I'm coming.

Hold your goll-darned horses,

I said I'm a-coming!

- Oh, you don't look so good.

- God damn you!

You set me up, you son of a b*tch!

- Now, you just hold on there.

- No!

Now, I don't care who put you up to it,

but, God help me, I'm not leaving here

until you tell me where I find Forbes!

Right now!

Yeah, well, I don't think you're tough

enough to be telling me

what to do in my own hotel room.

You are trespassing.

Put the gun down.

Oh, lookee here.

Oh, is that your new bodyguard, huh?

Put it down, now.

Oh, I'm so scared, I'm scared. I'm...

That cowboy

better not be setting us up again.

What is this place?

He can't be here.

Listen.

Whoever's here, they're behind this door.

Yeah, but how do we get in?

Yeah! Giddyup, girl.

That's it! Giddyup! That's the way.

That's the way I like it!

Fantastic.

Go on. Go on, what'd I say? What'd I say?

Oh, that's a girl. Come on, sweetheart.

Oh, baby.

McGuire.

What the...

Holy sh*t!

I don't believe it!

As I live and breathe, Tom Hollander.

Why did you try to have me killed?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the nun.

You know, the one with the tentacles.

And your friend, the cab driver.

Okay, I do not know

what you're talking about.

You haven't changed, have you?

Hello, sweetheart.

Forbes McGuire.

Have we met somewhere before?

And by the bys,

how'd you two get in anyhow?

You left out a keypad for us.

Oh, my God. We have met before.

You're G-178.

- Her name's Miranda.

- Whatever. She's gorgeous.

Oh, right.

Everyone, yeah, this is Azura.

Azura's my director

of community relations.

We've already met.

This was your nun.

What?

Oh, for God sakes, Azura.

Listen, Tom, I'm really sorry, mate,

I had no idea you were here.

That's because no one

tells me anything anymore.

That's the trouble with these

inferior models, you know.

No complex thinking, love.

Absolutely no higher

intellectual functioning.

But this one?

Come on, sweetheart,

tell me a little bit about yourself.

I hold advanced degrees in Biochemistry,

Comparative Literature and Classics.

Well, well, well,

Tom Hollander.

You sly, old fox.

I mean, come on.

Frankenstein built some stumbling drunk

with a couple of bolts

through his forehead.

Another bloke at Caltech wins tenure

for getting a robot to peel an orange.

And you, you come up with this.

The Holy Grail of every man's dream.

What the...

- Miranda? Miranda?

What's happening to her?

She's sick.

That's the only reason we're here.

Put her up there.

We need an IV line

and 50 cc's of hormones.

Oh, no sh*t?

Look, I do know what I'm doing, okay?

And keep an eye on her blood pressure.

We need to stabilize

her human hormone levels and quick.

Come on, sweetheart.

You're playing with fire, you know that?

Look, I dabble, okay?

You know, once in a while

I try something out.

And for Christ sakes,

if I can really make

someone's dream come true

by giving them back

a dead relative or whatever, then why not?

Because it's not their dead relative

if they look like them,

but they're half alien.

Do your clients even know that?

They don't need to.

I'm telling you, these things are safe.

The alien side almost never comes out.

I've worked out most of the kinks.

What about your cab driver?

Look, who knows? You know?

Random behavior.

So, okay, there's been

one or two mistakes,

you know,

things I never should have made.

And admittedly, you know,

one or two of those mistakes

might have escaped into town,

but they're unstable.

They die off in a month or two.

Look, it's cool. Trust me.

What's wrong with Miranda? Any ideas?

Yeah.

So, what is it? What does she have?

Old age.

Come again?

Mortality, mate. You know,

there's nothing actually wrong with her.

She's just reached the end of her lifespan.

Her? Are you crazy? Look at her.

Yeah, I know. It's hard to believe, isn't it?

She's young, she's beautiful,

and soon, she's gonna die.

How long?

I mean, you know, until...

Soon. You know, today, maybe tomorrow.

I could try making you another one.

Might not be as smart.

Whatever you might think,

Miranda's a human being.

Well then, tell her the truth.

Tell her she's gonna die.

I mean, isn't that what being

a human being's all about?

What about Azura?

What are you gonna do when she dies?

Don't you care about her?

Hell, no.

Just pop out another one.

Blonde, probably, green eyes and a tan.

I mean, come on, mate.

That's the beauty of all this.

No.

Look, all right then,

don't tell her, you know.

After all, you lied to her in the

first place about what she really was.

Was that because

you respected her as a human being?

Or was it just a convenient way

of keeping things in control?

Oh, sh*t, mate.

Don't listen to me. What do I know?

I mean, look at me.

Look at this place down here.

I'm the one who should have died off

a long time ago.

I'll tell you, between me, you

and the gatepost,

I kind of hope one of these buggers

polishes me off someday.

Miranda...

I raised you as my niece,

but I love you like my daughter.

Unfortunately,

there's nothing he can do.

And I

just want you to know

I'm truly sorry.

There's something I want to see.

You name it.

I don't know

if I'm human or not.

Or if I have a soul or not.

But, whatever I've done, I have to settle it.

Look, Miranda,

whatever you want to do, we'll do.

Wherever you wanna go, we'll go.

I would like to be back home.

Of course. But...

And go to the police there.

The police?

I killed people in that hospital.

I need to take responsibility for that.

Miranda...

Even if...

Even if I don't make it home,

I have to try.

Aw!

Group hug?

Come on, you two. Come with me.

Okay, so there is one way

to extend Miranda's life.

Why didn't you tell us this before?

Because it requires

ending someone else's.

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