Species Page #2
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- Year:
- 1995
- 108 min
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...chrysalis. Some kind of cocoon.
What are we looking for,
a giant moth?
If that is a cocoon...
...she'll be fully-grown now.
- Fully-grown.
Maybe that's how
she got by our people.
They were looking for a child.
She is a child.
It stinks in here. I'm going outside.
Get the conductors' ID and credit card
numbers on your computer.
There's no sign of them on the train.
- Let's assume she took them.
- I'll see to that.
She kills if she's threatened.
And she has no remorse about it.
None.
Of course, Los Angeles
is perfect for her.
It's a city of the future.
Anything goes.
Totally mobile population.
Everyone's a stranger.
Very little is taboo or unacceptable.
Whatever she does,
no one will notice her.
Well, whatever. So...
Los Angeles is where the battle
will be fought...
...and won.
You look very pretty.
Do you have a hundred?
Here we are.
Be more careful with your money.
Not everybody's as honest as me.
Are you foreign?
Do you speak English?
- Yes.
- Here. You keep this.
Here, let me take this.
Be careful here.
Yes.
Watch your step.
Our laboratory, Visitor Base One...
...is being moved to some empty virus
research labs at the university.
They're moving our equipment now.
It'll be operational by 8:00.
Check into your rooms. Everyone out
front in 15 minutes. We'll go over.
What will we do?
Process the evidence from the train.
Could we try growing this creature
with its own DNA?
We do a version without ours this time
and investigate its vulnerabilities.
That'd be good.
- Then I could know how it feels.
- Makes sense.
This human life form could be a mask.
Without the camouflage...
You're right. At least we'd know
what we were dealing with.
A couple of bozos just ran out.
I got a customer.
- Yes, young lady. Can I help you?
- I want a room.
62, including tax. That'll just
about cover the Honeymoon Suite.
Hi. Come here often?
What's your sign?
Tired of brunette?
Change.
Change the color of your hair.
Color-Tress.
I've increased the magnification.
When I pierce the cell,
the foreign DNA will be introduced.
Sh*t!
The camera's gone down.
Excuse me.
Do you have a replacement camera?
We do, but it'll take time for
the technician to replace it.
No. This happens in my lab
all the time. It's simple to replace it.
You saying you can do it?
Sure I can. I just need somebody
to give me a hand.
I don't want technicians in there.
This is classified.
I'll do it.
I'll do it.
- Man of action, I like that.
- That's me.
Can you get that one for me?
Give me the camera.
Something's... Something's wrong.
Christ, It's started already.
- It's started. Get the top back on.
- What?
Laura, Press, get the top back on.
Here you go.
She must have penetrated the cell.
- Sh*t.
- What was that?
He dropped the bolt.
- Find the bolt. Get the top on.
- I'm looking, Fitch.
Can they hear me in there?
Laura, Press...
...get the top on, then I'll let you out.
- Where'd it go?
- It fell through the grate.
- Can you lift it up?
- It's not gonna move.
- This isn't going anywhere.
- No, can't get it!
- Press...
...you gotta get the bolt!
- Can't get it. The floor's welded down.
- Oh, my God.
Press. Oh, my God.
- I've never seen anything like this.
- Holy sh*t.
I can't let them out.
- Press, look.
- Come on.
Fitch, let us out of here!
Open the goddamn door!
- Not until I know what's in there!
- Open it now!
- Let them out.
- I can't!
- Open up the f***ing door!
- Let us out!
- Tell me it'll stop growing, Dan.
- It's not, let them out!
Open up the door!
Press, Press.
What the f*** is that?!
Laura, get to the other door!
- Let her out, Fitch!
- I can't!
- Let her out!
- I can't!
- You motherf***er!
- Let her out!
- You've gotta let them out!
- I can't hold it in!
Get out of the way!
I'm gonna burn it!
Out of the way!
- What is this thing?
- In 2 minutes, I'm burning the room!
I have to do it!
You have two minutes to kill it.
Disconnect the gas line.
Use it as a flamethrower.
Laura, watch out!
- Where'd it go?
- In the pipes!
- Open the door!
- Shut up, Dan!
One minute remaining.
Laura...
...it stopped moving. I think I killed it.
It's dead! Open the door!
It's dead, Fitch. Let them out.
Oh, God, it's not dead.
- Sh*t.
- What'll we do?
30 seconds remaining.
- There's not much time. Let's go.
- Open the door!
- Let them out.
- I can't do that.
- I have to follow protocol!
- What protocol?!
The protocols by which
we're doing this!
You didn't tell them that
before they went in.
- Fitch, let them out.
- Twelve, 11, 10...
- Fitch, let them out!
- I must follow protocol.
Let them out, Fitch!
Go. Get out of there!
Three, two, one.
- I had no choice.
- Yeah, sure.
The protocol is to burn the room
if anything went wrong!
Where's a good place
to find a man?
There's plenty of guys at the Id
around the corner. It's a club.
You won't have trouble
meeting somebody there.
Thank you.
You can't miss it.
Look for the long line.
I need your credit card...
...for room incidentals,
long distance calls and so forth.
Credit card? Zip zap?
American Express, Visa,
MasterCard?
There you go. Thanks. All right.
Thank you.
Wait a minute!
You don't want this falling
into the wrong hands.
No.
Here's Justin Crawl. It's through
and it's covered by the goalie.
Yeah?
The conductor's credit card
turned up...
...in a Hollywood motel.
The van's out front.
Let's go.
You two.
Enjoy yourselves.
You, legs. You're in. Go on.
Where are you from?
- I'm foreign.
- You're what?
- I'm foreign.
- Really?
Easy, easy.
I've got a party to go to
and no one to take me.
I'll take you.
- You will?
- Yeah.
Okay. I'm going
to the little girls' room.
Wait right here.
I'll be right back.
I'll be right here.
Whatever it takes, right?
All's fair in love and war.
Can't see much on that.
Get this tape to the lab. Enhance it.
See if we can get a better look.
She looks nice.
Do you have any idea
where she went?
- I'll find her.
- She wanted to meet a man.
I suggested a club called
the Id around the corner.
Get the tape.
I've got a party to go to
and no one to take me.
Where is this party?
I don't know.
Whoa, you can't park there!
Back that out!
- No, you can't go in there.
- What's going on?!
- There's been a murder!
- No one leaves here! I mean, nobody!
There's always some action
in this part of town.
Blue-eyed blonde.
Black leggings, pink sweater, 5' 10"
tall. Who'd she leave with?
Blonde leaves with a guy
Name the top attractions. No losers.
Assume he's socially adept.
He'll be helping her out.
A friendly guy, not an a**hole.
I'm thinking.
- Robbie left with a blonde.
- That's him.
That's him.
Come on. Let me show you
the rest of the house.
I'm still sweaty from that place.
It's so crowded.
Like it?
Yes.
I feel like a shower.
You want one?
Tell you what.
I'm taking one.
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