Species III Page #3

That's enough.

You can leave.

Excuse me?

Go! Shut the door

on your way out.

Not so fast.

Moments like these

don't happen every day.

I think we should go for it.

No!

It's not polite to be a prick tease!

Don't you know that?

Here.

Let's get inside.

What is that?

- It's happened.

- What's happened?

- Sara, where are you?

- What happened?

Sara, where are you?

Holy sh*t!

What the hell happened?

What the hell was he doing here?

Impressive.

She's already quite powerful.

What are you doing?

Here. His access card

might come in handy sometime.

No, no, just leave him.

We gotta call the police.

- I don't think so.

- You don't think so?

There's a dead man

on your bedroom floor, Professor!

Turner had it coming for years now.

That's crazy!

You're not thinking

about reporting this, are you?

- Yeah!

- Dean, it's not murder.

- She was just following instinct.

- Instinct?!

Listen, Professor, this whole situation

has gotten way out of control.

We gotta call

the police immediately.

Now, Dean, you really think the police

are gonna believe you

when you tell them an alien species

killed the head of your department?

If anything, they'll take

a closer look at you,

who recently had a very

heated disagreement with the victim

over your funding...

which he cut.

That's insane.

Dean!

Dean, I need your help.

Sara's producing eggs now.

We can build something,

something amazing.

You walk away now, it's back

to beakers and Bunsen burners.

I like beakers and Bunsen burners.

You're upset, I know.

This part of it isn't pleasant.

- It's in the name of science, Dean.

- In the name of science?!

Come on. You gotta give me

something better than that!

The end result, the end result.

The outcome.

Don't ever lose sight

of what that all will mean, Dean.

I want shared credit.

What?

My name next to yours

on everything we do.

Ag reed.

I was sure you'd turn that down.

What, and give you

a graceful way out?

Truth is, you don't want a way out.

Not after what you've seen.

Give me Turner's keys.

I'll get rid of the car.

Easy. Easy.

- Now we gotta find Sara.

- How?

You don't even know

what she looks like at this age.

No, no.

I'll know her when I see her.

She could be anywhere.

No, she's close by.

It's Saturday night...

in a college town.

Mating opportunities everywhere.

Oh!

Whoo!

Damn, baby! Oh!

All right, my turn.

I always wanted a girl

who could kick my ass.

How about putting

a little tongue on that?

You don't want the tongue.

Agh!

She's not here.

What if she doesn't come back?

- She will.

- How do you know?

We've accepted her,

provided her with food and shelter.

You look beat. Get some sleep.

Thanks.

Lent day.

Dear, are you all right?

Honey, you must be freezing.

You got a name?

I'm Colleen.

Come on, let me give you a ride home.

It's okay.

It's okay. Come on.

Don't feel bad.

There really aren't

any good men in the world.

So what do you do?

Sometimes, you settle for less.

Other times, you curl up in bed

with a book and a Dove bar.

Oh, I know.

I'm a huge sci-fi geek.

All that Roswell stuff?

It's real.

I'm going to a convention next month

on government conspiracies.

I even know how to defend myself

against alien abduction.

- You do?

- Oh, believe me.

We are living in a world

of high strangeness.

Turn here!

- I thought you said...

- Turn!

Fine.

Stop!

Sweetie, there's nothing out here.

What... Where are you going?

Oh, my God!

Oh, my God! What, are you crazy?

What are you doing running?

What are you doing?

Oh, my God!

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

God...

Oh, my God! Oh, God!

Oh, God! Start! Start!

Start!

Okay, okay! That's it!

Okay! Okay! Just go!

Somebody help me!

A**hole.

Wakey, wakey, sunshine.

What time is it?

- So what's her name?

- Who?

Whoever you were out with

till 3:
00 last night.

It was nobody.

- Where are you going?

- Got to go to class.

On Sunday?

Hmm.

Hello?

Hey, listen, sorry I'm late.

My alarm clock didn't go off.

Hello?

- Who are you?

- I'm Dean.

- You must be Sara.

- How do you know my name?

Because I'm working for Abbot.

Please let me go. Please.

You're late. Again!

Sorry.

I just met Sara. She's friendly.

It's better to stay away from her

as much as you can.

No reason for you two to have

any unnecessary interactions.

And another thing.

She's not to be told

what we're doing down here, all right?

As far as she knows,

we're just observing and studying her.

The half-breed's immune system

is shredded.

Lungs clogged

with every imaginable toxin.

All of them will end up like this,

I'd wager.

- The same thing happen to Sara?

- No, no, no.

Her superior DNA

should keep her quite healthy.

Let me bring you up to speed.

From Project Athena,

using Fitch's files,

I've done a comparative

DNA analysis

of the three generations

of alien species.

Sil... the original.

Created with equal amounts

human and alien DNA.

It's not a bad effort, really.

This, of course, is Eve...

genetic duplicate of the original.

Blood chemistry

was highly toxic in both subjects.

Behavior unpredictable,

often aggressive.

Disease-free.

Slightly susceptible

to hydrochlorine solutions.

Half-breeds...

first life forms created naturally,

outside the lab.

Mother was human,

father was an astronaut

infected by the alien strain...

resulting in unstable offspring

riddled with disease.

Evolutionary mistakes

with no defense against infection.

Now we have perfection.

Or close to it.

With a half-human mother,

Sara still has traces of our DNA,

but she is the purest species yet.

NOTE...

I'm going out now.

Don't try to stop me.

Have I stood in your way, Sara?

This is your home, not a prison.

We're your friends.

Do as you like.

Oh...

You're not just

gonna let her go out?

Why not?

What about secrecy?

What about harvesting the eggs?

- That's the plan, right?

- Certainly.

Well, anything could happen

to her out there.

What if she doesn't come back?

She came back last night,

didn't she?

Sara has eliminated our species

as potential partners.

As a purer strain,

she has no genetic partner.

Plainly put, the girl can't get laid.

Can you give me a hand?

Hey, you know this Project Athena?

Seems this guy, Dr. Fitch,

already tried growing a creature

from its own DNA.

The thing nearly destroyed

the isolation chamber

before they incinerated it.

I have no intention

of repeating Dr. Fitch's failures.

Obviously, pure alien DNA

is too volatile on its own.

Once we inject it

into Sara's eggs, though,

her human chromosome

should temper the mixture.

What about Sara?

How's she gonna feel about this?

Sara doesn't have any feelings.

Let's get on with this.

We have a lot to do.

- May I help you?

- I need a room.

Yes, sir.

Please sign here.

- Something's wrong.

- Nothing's wrong.

There's something wrong with you.

- A sickness...

- I'm fine.

You're not fine! You're dying!

Don't turn your back on us!

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