Species III Page #4

Hi.

Sara, wait.

I wanted to show you something,

if it's all right.

Why don't you sit down?

What is this?

It's chess.

It's a game. It's fun.

This is the king,

and it's the most valuable piece,

but it's also the most vulnerable.

And there's other pieces,

and they all move.

That's the rule book,

but it's long and boring.

- It's easier if I just show you.

- Start.

- What?

- White moves first.

All right.

You've played before.

No.

Wait, you don't mean just by

picking up that book, you could...

That's right.

You're kidding, right?

Wow.

Checkmate.

How can you do that?

I have to sleep now.

Okay...

Listen... maybe we could,

you know, sometime...

Agh!

Yo.

What happened to your hand?

It was a Bunsen burner.

Seen the departmental website today?

- Amazing!

- What about it?

"Hi, my name's Amelia,

and I am looking for anyone

in an accredited

biochemistry program

who's recently done work

in advanced DNA electroporation."

Jesus, look at her!

Those eyes, man.

Those bedroom eyes, man.

Come on, she can't look like that

and be a biochemist.

Who cares what she is?

What are you doing?

I gotta see just

how crazy this chick is.

You're an idiot.

Dude, dude!

There's already an answer.

Hi. This is Amelia.

Get out your credit card.

She's definitely crazy...

I'm in love.

Before we speak directly,

I need to ask you a few questions.

Have you done any unusual lab work

in protoplastic cell suspension?

Specifically, any kind

of transmembrane conductivity

and permeability diffusion?

I'm looking for a man

who has measured

pore coefficients greater than 10e

minus 16 meters squared per second.

If you're that man,

please submit some sample data

in the response body

of an e-mail to me.

If I like what you write,

we can meet.

I promise you won't be disappointed.

Okay... that's annoying.

Turn your computer off.

Just turn it off.

Hey! What's your problem?!

You've been acting squirrelly

for clays now...

sneaking around, disappearing.

What's up?

Nothing.

Sir, Echelon picked this up

during a morning sweep.

- What is it?

- Mass e-mail.

Went out to servers at every

biochem program in North America.

The terminology is highly specialized.

Certain key words resonate

exactly with Project Athena.

- Athena...

- Wasn't that shut down?

- I want this girl found.

- Yes, sir.

You know,

I've been meaning to tell you.

I think it's a big mistake for you

to start having feelings for Sara.

Feelings?

- She's just gonna break your heart.

- Who said I had feelings for her?

And I understand the temptation,

of course.

I don't have feelings for her.

Listen, I know she's not

attracted to humans, all right?

Everything she does is only

in her own biological interest.

I know this.

And listen. Do me a favor.

I'll steal equipment, I'll dissect aliens,

I'll even bury bodies.

Just don't give me

any more dating advice.

- Please.

- Okay.

Hey.

No one knows

anything about this, right?

Of course not.

Ah, there you are.

We need to take

another blood sample.

You know the drill.

You look tense.

And your blood pressure's...

...way up.

What's wrong?

I'd prefer it if Dean took my blood.

Dean?

Very well.

This won't take long.

What the hell is that?!

Must be another half-breed.

What are you doing?

I equipped the lab with a fail-safe.

Hydrochloride gas.

But it's toxic to Sara, too!

Come on, we gotta get her!

No! Stay!

What about the project?

You can't just let her die!

It's already in here!

- You already harvested her eggs?

- The first night of her maturity.

She never knew.

Did it under anesthesia

while she slept.

That's why you let her go out.

Oh, come on, look!

He's raping her!

No, Dean! No!

Damn it!

Go!

Go! Go! Go! Get Sara!

So! So! So!

Abbot!

Abbot!

Ah...

All right, listen to me.

Listen to me, all right?

You're gonna be okay, all right?

You're gonna be okay!

I doubt it.

Come on.

Absurd...

can't possibly end like this.

No, it's not, okay?

I'm gonna go to the E.R. Come on!

I'm going to the E.R.

Right now! Come on!

The half-breeds...

they'll keep coming.

More and more! Dangerous!

The eggs!

Do it, Dean...

create the new species.

Do it...

Your life's in danger.

I don't understand.

You see that thing there?

That contains your eggs.

Alien ova, you understand?

The half-breeds need it

so they can create

a viable continuation of their line.

And Abbot wanted it...

Abbot wanted it so he could

create an even purer strain,

so they'd give him the Nobel prize.

But I think we should just put an end

to this whole little

Garden of Eden right now.

What about me?

Sara, you could have a lifespan

of 400 years, for all I know.

And if I don't reproduce, the threat

to your own species ends with me?

That's right.

But with the DNA you've collected,

you can create more like me.

Sara, listen to me.

Just because we can do something

doesn't mean we should.

Well, I guess this is it, Doctor.

Ammonium nitrate

and perchloric acid.

Hope you'd approve.

Sara?

Sara, are you in here?

Sara.

We sh... we shouldn't do this.

Don't you want me, Dean?

Yeah, of course I do, but...

why do you want me?

I just do.

You're not attracted to humans.

You want something.

Abbot's work was important.

The species must continue.

It's up to you.

Why don't you just think of it

as a simple exchange of services?

F*** it.

I can't.

It's up to you, Dean.

Hey, what's up?

- Did you hear about Abbot?

- What about Abbot?

He's gone, dude... went missing.

Just like Dr. Turner.

That's two profs in one semester.

I wonder if there's some kind

of specialized serial killer out there.

So, anyway...

...I heard back from Amelia.

- Amelia?

- Yeah.

The honey on the internet?

The one who wanted the information

on electroporation.

- You got in touch with her?

- Yeah. She liked the data.

What data?

Something you wanna tell me?

What are you talking about, Hastings?

- You left your notebook here one day.

- You went through my sh*t?

- Jesus, man! Why did you do that?!

- It's genetically impossible!

So what the hell is it?

Look, I just... I can't tell you

right now, all right? I'm sorry.

She said the data was perfect.

And then she starts in with all kinds

of other questions.

Who was I? Where did I get it?

Did I have any contact with alien life?

At that point, I'm like,

"All right, the chick really is crazy."

Wait a minute.

She has your e-mail address.

- So?

- So she can find us!

Us? So what?

She's just some harmless crazy chick!

Right?

What'll it be?

This is a gas station, right?

Fill it up.

Are you sure you don't need

something else?

Yeah.

Tell me where I can pee.

There's a women's room

around the back.

Check the oil, too...

Unless that's too hard for you.

- Nice ride.

- Got that right.

There's no soap in here.

Maybe you should file a complaint.

Maybe you should get out of here.

Maybe I should teach you

some manners.

Maybe you should.

- Come on.

- All right.

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