Mimic

This film contains very strong language.

HUSHED BABBLING VOICES

'Seven.'

'An eight-year-old from Manhattan was dead on arrival...'

'Seven'

'Teddy bear, teddy bear, touch the ground...'

The Centre for Disease Control.

Is this an epidemic?

Whatever the carrier, it's not the water.

We don't believe it's airborne.

-CHILDREN:

-One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...

DISTANT SIREN

GASPS AND SOBS

-MAN:

-Strickler's Disease was first diagnosed two years ago.

WHEEZING

We're no better off now.

PANTING CONTINUES

COUGHING AND SPLUTTERING

I needed you to see this for yourself, Dr Tyler.

It's the same in every hospital in the city.

For the lucky ones, it's a lifetime in leg braces.

CHILD GASPS

Most of these kids won't make it.

COUGHING

SHE PANTS

We need your help.

'Strickler's Disease came to New York like a thief in the night,

'threatening to steal a generation of our children before our eyes.'

The killer was cunning. It was deadly.

Neither a cure nor a vaccine could be found.

We at the CDC had to contain it before it spread beyond Manhattan,

so we went after its carrier, the cockroach. Or rather, she did.

Dr Susan Tyler is the reason we have had no cases of Strickler's

for six months. Dr Susan Tyler.

'Dr Tyler, Professor of Entomology, New York State...'

Thank you, Peter. I hardly need to tell New Yorkers just how resilient

the common cockroach is. As it has proven

virtually immune to chemical control,

we needed a new avenue of attack. So, with genetics labs

across the country, we recombined termite

and mantid DNA to create a biological counter-agent.

A new species to be our six-legged ally

in wiping out the roach population.

We call it...the Judas breed.

Once in contact with the Judas's secretions,

'the common roaches were infected with an enzyme which caused...'

Hey, c'mon, Susan.

You're missing it.

'..so every last member of the nest starved to death within hours.'

-APPLAUSE ON TV

-Hope someone's taping this.

'This has been a long time coming,'

but the Strickler's outbreak has been contained.

'The epidemic is over.'

Hey, Susan! Honey?

'Dr Mann, what does this victory

'mean to you personally?'

Our fifteen minutes are gone.

And personally, erm, it's where I met my wife.

What is this?

Some kind of Catholic guilt thing?

We don't know the impact of what we did.

The impact is

a lot of kids running around next year because of you. A lot of kids.

-Hey...!

-Maybe we get lucky.

Maybe a couple will be ours someday.

A couple, huh? Oh, OK.

We're not rushing.

Why overtax you? It's been a hard year.

It's been a great year.

THUNDER

HEAVY RAINFALL

BANGING AND SCRAPING

HE GASPS

HE WHIMPERS

HE YELLS

THUNDERCLAP

HE HUMS

Oxfords.

Seven and a half. Black. Leather soles.

IT HISSES

CLICKING

IMITATES CLICKING

CLICKING CONTINUES

Funny, funny shoes.

Funny, funny shoes.

Funny, funny shoes.

Funny, funny shoes...

CDC.

CDC?

Hey, boss. Welcome to disease-land!

-Tuck it in.

-All right, all right.

You sure this is yellow fever?

You read your pages?

-Listen, I...

-Two cops saw the broken scaffold, the paint,

then looked through that cellar window.

Go ahead. Take a look.

THEY SHOUT

Pleasant, huh? Couldn't let 'em out until you gave the OK, so...

Three dozen people trapped in here.

Bacterial reading off the scale. Not airborne.

A Reverend Harry Ping - a preacher, imagine - he ran this place.

There's no sign of him. Oh.

Have you had lunch?

-Mm-hmm.

-Try to keep it down, OK?

Piece of shit on the ceiling. Figure that one out.

Here you go, Josh.

-RUMBLING

-Subway?

This is what I love about my job. I get to travel, see the world,

meet exotic cultures.

All bacterial, but what the fuck, right?

Thanks, Miguel. Board up all exits. If this leads to the subways,

I don't want it to spread. Quarantine everything.

SHE SOBS

What's going on, Remy?

Oh, I'm just... commemorating my sad moments.

Great restaurant. I think, a fucking gentleman!

I go to the ladies, the schmuck is slipping sedatives in my drink!

-What a pervert!

-Ha! This city's full of perverts.

You don't know who anybody is anymore. Jesus, I look shit.

-Hi, guys.

-You the bug lady, right?

We're here to deal.

When you pick them up, use the front vein on the wing.

It's the strongest part, so you don't break it.

Let's see what else you have here. Ah, look... What do we have here?

-Swallowtail?

-Excellent.

How comes you like bugs so much?

-Imagine you're one of them.

-Eating furniture? That sucks!

No, don't judge so quickly.

These guys were building castles when dinosaurs were wimpy lizards.

Now say you're him.

He's what we call a soldier. Now there is no way

you'd quit fighting, no matter how hurt you were.

You'd battle to the death.

But...most insects don't kill unless their territory

is invaded. You just stun your prey up here and then

drag it all the way down here, to there.

Into what is kind of like a pantry.

They eat it alive?

Yeah. You're not squeamish about such things.

This is the nest. The heart of the colony. The big enchilada.

-Why?

-Anything happens to the nest, the entire colony dies out.

I'd bail, start my own.

Well, you couldn't do that.

See, that big guy there, next to the queen. Look over there.

He's the king. In all the nest, he's the only fertile male.

He got a good deal.

SHE CHUCKLES Yeah. A simple structure for survival. Perfectly balanced

-and very beautiful.

-Whatever peels your banana.

So you wanna buy the butterflies?

Y'know, you guys did a good job. How about five bucks?

-That's your best?!

-Show her the weird bug.

-A dollar, just to look.

-A great bug. From the subway. A bit broken.

OK. My best offer. Ten bucks the lot, plus...

a specimen jar, tweezers and mounts.

-Deal!

-Are you crazy? This is the best!

-This is our meal ticket.

-C'mon, bug's almost dead, anyway.

It's yours.

-Ten bucks?

-They're From Alphabet City.

There's worse things they could sell.

Oh, no. Your papers.

Help me get the window.

Susan. Push!

Oh, God, I hate this window.

On three. One, two, three...

RATTLES

'Why the hell are my officers in quarantine?'

Captain, those two go home, kiss their wives,

their kids, and I'm the one left with

-a full epidemic...

-C'mon, Chuy. Time for dinner.

Dinner.

Well, I do care! Jesus! I hate cops.

-They make the worst coffee.

-Shiny wire.

-Giving you a hard time...?

-Don't stare. People look back.

It's not polite...

-I can't believe this.

-What?

I spend an hour in the field for a weekend's worth of crap.

Oh, speaking of that. That turd that I took to the lab,

I found these in it.

What are they?

Buttons.

-Buttons?

-Maybe they needed fibre.

HE CHUCKLES

-SHE GASPS

-Sorry...

CHIRRUPING

Wow...

Oh, my God. You're just a baby.

IT HISSES

SHE GASPS

Oh, my God!

'Transfer of recombinant genetic material

'into Judas breed allows rapid enzymatic change...'

REWINDS TAPE

'..ensuring 100% sterility in all Judas females.'

REWINDS TAPE

'..utilisation of suicide gene.'

REWINDS

'..leading to life expectancy of 120 to 180 days.'

THUNDER ROARS

IT CHIRRUPS

CHIRRUPING CONTINUES

IT CHIRRUPS

SMASHING GLASS

THUNDER CRASHES

CLICKING

Hmm...

SCRATCHING

THUNDERCLAP

CHIRRUPING

HE HUMS

Not too little, and not too much.

You rub it in,

around and around.

Like this. Hmm?

Let the leather take it.

BOY HUMS

Funny shoes.

Ayee.

Mr Funny Shoes.

No-one is there.

Is empty.

Chuy, listen to me.

They have Jesus on the cross,

but that is not a holy place.

Call me back tonight?

Thanks, Officer.

Cops are on it.

Good.

-HE PLAYS PIANO

-Erm, they said...

Can you do me a favour

and hold off working at night for a while?

I can't. I was thinking I should...

Someone broke into your office, OK? I'm sorry you lost a specimen but...

This is not just a specimen, Peter.

I did a pH test. Only two species match

what I found - a leaf-cutter ant in the Amazon, and the other one,

we released here, three years ago.

PIANO STOPS

You said...

You said the ones we released only had a lifespan of six months.

We engineered sterile adults, not supposed to last

-past one generation.

-What happened?

The one I examined today was a baby.

They were designed to die.

They are breeding.

I shine them good.

Chuy. Black Lincoln.

Chuy... Black Lincoln. This one.

Chuy...pay attention, please.

This is where you found the bug?

Yeah, man. But they changed the lock.

-Sure you haven't seen one of those?

-No. What is it?

An ootheca. Kind of a fancy name for an egg case.

There's probably more weird bugs inside it.

I see one of those, I puke.

Here you go.

-Here.

-Hold on. Is there money to be made on this egg thing?

-Sorry.

-Dealing days are over.

-Vamanos.

-These egg things look nasty.

-Don't you like nasty things?

-If we find this, she'll pay, right?

Is that all you think about?

C'mon...

SHE COUGHS

-This bug, what does it look like?

-RUMBLING

CLATTERING

CLICKING Did you hear that?

MARBLES CLATTER

-How deep does this go?

-Let's see.

-MARBLES CLATTER

-Let's take a look.

-See anything?

-Not yet.

-CLATTERING

-Shit! Ahhh, I dropped it.

-Ahhh... I can't reach it.

-Let me try. My hands are smaller.

-Just leave it.

-No, wait. Almost there.

DOOR OPENS

-What d'you think we'd get for this egg thing?

-At least a 20 spot.

RUSTLING

Jesus!

HE CHUCKLES

Fuckin' moles!

-Hey. Got any change?

-Get a job, scag!

Get the hell off the tracks! Off our tracks!

-< That's where he is. Long John.

-Hey, slow down, hot shot.

Don't be talking to no moles. They're messed up.

Hey, mole. Eat my long John!

I already told you, this is CDC business.

And I'm telling YOU, those lockers are MTA business.

OK. We'll pay for the locker. Whatever we...

-Who am I talking to? You or him?

-To me, OK? You're talking to me.

-All we want to see...

-That's the old maintenance bridge.

This insect we're looking for...

Your lady wants bugs, eggs, whatever. Fine.

RATTLES SPOONS

But it's like Swiss cheese below!

Tunnels in, tunnels out. Old tracks.

You go down, break your necks, it's my ass on the line...

-Lace-up shoes. Black. Nine West.

-Chuy, finish your sandwich.

It's good. It's chicken.

Penny loafers. Eleven. Double E.

IMITATES WALK ON SPOONS

Hey...

-He's really good at that.

-Oh, yes.

He imitates anything.

Doesn't he go to school?

He doesn't need school. He's special.

What you making there? Is that a superhero?

Mr Funny Shoes.

-He knows all about shoes.

-< Hey, I'm talking to you!

No. AT me. You get a permit, maybe we'll have a conversation.

Great! We'll do lunch!

Look forward to it!

Uptown!

-What happened?

-Napoleon is alive and he works for the MTA!

-We must go down.

-He wants a permit? I'll get a special one!

-SQUELCH

-Yeuch...!

Ugh! What's that?

Is that the egg thing?

Give me a hand.

Oh, man! That smells.

HE COUGHS

MUFFLED CHIRRUPING

(I can hear the bugs inside.)

C'mon, cut it. She'll give us at least 40 bucks.

RATTLING

RATTLING

-What's up?

-I think there's a guy down there.

Shit!

Oh, shit. Oh, shit!

Oh, shit! They've got me.

Help! Oh, God! Please.

Please, help me.

HE SCREAMS

HE SCREAMS

'A philosopher named Hobbes once wrote that life,'

by its nature, is nasty, brutish and short.

An ant would say succinctly, "Can I eat it? Will it eat me?"

It's this kind of simplicity... that governs the phylum Insecta.

MOBILE PHONE RINGS

(Hello?)

'It's me. I got the permits. We go down tomorrow.'

(OK, that's great. I gotta go. Call you later. OK.)

..or cellular phones, as my esteemed colleague can tell you.

You think your little Frankensteins got the better of you.

I was hoping you could tell me. I really need

to find some answers, Walter.

Dear Susan, is it answers you want from me, or absolution?

You still think making the Judases was wrong?

Three years ago I would have called it unforgivable.

But I have two grandchildren alive today, probably because of you.

It would be a tad hypocritical

for me to pass judgement.

-That's not an answer, Walter.

-It's not an easy question.

But...as to the Judases,

I think it's likely some survived.

Evolution has a way of... keeping things alive.

But they all died in the lab.

Yes, Susan.

But you let them out. Into the world.

The world's a much bigger lab.

SIREN BLARES

CHUY HUMS

MUFFLED SCRATCHING

MUFFLED CLATTERING

MUFFLED CLICKS

CLATTERING

CLICKING

CLICKING

MIMICS CLICKING WITH SPOONS

Hmm?

CLICKING

MIMICS CLICKING

CLICKING CONTINUES

Funny shoes...

CLICKING AND SPOONS

PHONE RINGS

-Yeah?

-'Hi, Peter. It's Remy.'

-Hi.

-'Susan there? I must talk to her.'

-How you doing?

-'Fine. It's really important.'

-Yeah, sure.

-CLOCK WINDS DOWN

-What are you doing?

-SHE CHUCKLES

What've you got there?

-Where?

-There. In your hand.

-Nothing.

Are we testing it?

-Maybe.

-Are we testing it?

Maybe. I don't know. Could be.

-It's Remy.

-Oh, good. So give me the phone...

No, you give me... Give me...

-Are we testing it?

-Yes.

-Can you hold on...?

Hey... What's up?

INDISTINCT ON PHONE

-They found what?

-What's going on?

OK. I'll be there in about 20 minutes.

OK. Bye.

-How long we got?

-Patience.

CLOCK PINGS

(We'll just try again.

(Try again.)

Y'know, sometimes these things can be wrong.

It's OK. Gotta go. OK?

Bye, babe.

-We got the subway thing.

-I know. I'll meet you there when I'm done.

Done...?

Done from what?

Boots, toys, beer bottles,

body parts,

cocaine-filled condoms,

little baby alligators.

Shit, you wouldn't believe the stuff I'd seen.

Yep, they flush 'em down,

we fish 'em out.

This, we didn't know what it was. It was going out,

-till I remembered Remy.

-Jeremy plays bass in my band.

Wob-a-dobba-dowww...!

Anyway, so, erm...

THEY COUGH AND GAG

Yep. I remember Remy says to me if it has more than four legs,

it's not a mammal.

It's a lobster. Right?

If my father saw me stay in bed,

he'd go get the pitcher

of cold water

and whoosh!

I tell you,

that's some alarm clock...

-How big are these bugs?

-Hurry it up.

My shift's almost over. I need my beauty sleep.

Hey, I lose my Saturday, so do you.

Looks like somebody requested you for overtime.

C'mon, hurry up. Let's find these things. Got a long way to go.

HE MOUTHS

Watch your step. We've got burrows going down seven storeys.

-No shit?

-Oh, yeah.

Five storeys down. You fall, I don't wanna come back

to pick you up. OK, it's all yours.

Go ahead.

'It's 48 hours anyway.'

I can't wait that long.

Yes, yes. I write it.

'Write it down. It's your case number. 27...'

What you say? 27?

27...

83.

What does this mean, case number?

'It means I deal with you in 48 hours, OK?'

HE MUTTERS IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE

Mr Funny Shoes...

Chuy!

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS QUIETLY

Hi, Doc.

Susan sent some homework.

HE PANTS

Chuy?

Chuy?

CLICKING

Chuy...?

CLICKING

Chuy!

Chuy...?

People actually live down here?

Yeah, the mole people. This section was popular,

up to Fulton Street. Crack-heads, dope-heads, shit-heads, head cases.

Suddenly, poof! All gone. Rumours started.

A couple of stiffs got found. Some crap about a killer.

"Overcoat Slim". "Long John".

Ha, ha. Now down here is the land of talk.

The wildest version goes farthest.

Hold it right here.

You got it?

I see.

What this...? Look!

The organs are perfectly formed.

They were functional.

I'm guessing here and of course...

they don't have a, erm, a complete specimen, but...

What do you think it is?

This thing... is not just some random mutation.

It's a highly evolved soldier caste.

Formidable killer.

It couldn't have developed in a vacuum.

It's part of a colony.

-All right.

-Hold it, that's all.

Now take the other end...

This way, this way.

Should've stayed at the office. Is there much longer to go?

Keep looking around.

It's the size of your palm.

Oh, man! Take a whiff.

God, that smells like acid.

No - ammonia.

Hey, guys...

Hmm?

There's some weird shit here.

What kind of "weird shit"?

Lots of it.

Ohhh!

God!

Man!

Go ahead. Ask him.

Ask him.

Erm, you seen anything like this before?

Have I seen shit like this before? Do I look like I know this shit?!

No, I ain't seen shit like this before.

Who the fuck would climb the walls to hang one of these?

Must've been some elephant-ass motherfucker!

-PA:

-'Delancey Street Station closes in five minutes.

'Find alternate routes to your destination.'

MEN SHOUT IN SPANISH

TRAIN RUMBLES

C'mon, Peter. Hurry up.

Erm,

do you have the time?

Sir, the time?

SHE GASPS

SHE SCREAMS

Ohhh... Y'know, my father always wanted me to become a dentist.

I said, "No way!"

Spend my life looking into people's open mouths?

What could be worse than that, right?

Oh, man. I've never been this deep.

This is the old Armory Station.

They built it around

the turn of the century. It's been closed for decades.

I guess we've covered everything.

Hey, look. You got your shit. I'm happy for you.

Let's get the hell outta here.

I want a full team in here by 6.00pm.

-CHIRRUPING

-Shit...! What the fuck?!

Don't...!

-Look what the fuck you did, man!

-You see the size of that thing?!

CLICKING

CREAKING

-Whoa, whoa...

-Whoa...

BOTH: Whoooaaa!

-Peter, are you all right?

-It's OK, Josh.

It's OK. I think I'm OK...

Get the hell off me!

-I think he's OK, too.

-How can I help you back up?

I don't know.

-You see a way up?

-No.

-Shit.

There is no way up.

HE GRUNTS

COP CHUCKLES

Oh, man! That's gonna work!

You know a better way?!

Hey. Show that to the Station Manager.

Tell him I'll have his bubble butt if he don't send someone in ten!

I can't find my way back alone.

Look, just go back the same way we came.

Wait, wait. All right...

First tunnel to the left and up to the fork, right? Then right,

right, left, right?

Can't I stay here and help you up?

Toss us the glow-sticks and go, Josh. Please.

Head up. You'll get there.

All right, all right! I got it.

CHIRRUPING

CHIRRUPING CONTINUES

CHIRRUPING

FLIES BUZZ

Urghhhh!

RUMBLING

SHE SOBS AND WHIMPERS

Help me?

He-e-e-elp..!

Please, help me!

Help...!

Please?

Please, somebody, please help me.

CHIRRUPING

CLICKING

IT HISSES

Yeeaagghh..!

GRUNTING

SQUAWKS AND CHIRRUPS

SHE GASPS

RAPID CLICKING

SHE MOANS

PANTING

HISSING

CHIRRUPING

HE GRUNTS

RAPID CLICKING

Oof!

CHIRRUPING

HE GRUNTS

HE PANTS

CRUNCHING

SHUFFLING FOOTSTEPS

# There were four old brothers

# Tom, Clarence, Earl, Steve... #

(Piece of shit...)

This is weird. Should've seen some track bunnies by now.

What are they?

Track bunnies. Rats.

They're usually around.

They big?

Damn right!

# Yeah, yeah! Got a telegram this morning

# Sayin' my wife was dead

# I dropped what I was doin'

# Whoa, I cried till my eyes were red

# Y'know I loved that woman

# And now she's gone... #

Could you just knock it off, please? Knock it off?!

Hey, I sing when I'm nervous.

Turn these lights back on.

-What?

-You say the cables are still live.

-Oh, man.

-Maybe we can rewire them.

There you go again...

How you gonna rewire them? Need a whole crew for that!

What is your problem?!

You need a memo whenever we shit?

-Oh, don't go there!

-Hmm?

You be careful how you speak to people.

CLATTERING

Josh...?

He wouldn't be coming from there.

Manny, what the hell are you doing here?!

Hurry.

The lady needs help.

Honey, we're coming!

Oh, Jesus.

Please hurry. Please.

C'mon...!

Oh, no...!

What the fuck is that?! Get her, man!

Get her! What the fuck is it?! What the fuck is that monster?

Go!

Look! There! There! There! The car!

The door! Push the fucking door!

GUNSHOTS

SHRIEKS AND SQUEALS

GUNFIRE

SQUAWKING

What the fuck was that?!

WHIMPERING

-C'mon, here. Here!

-Just wait a minute!

-Fuck it! You wait! I wanna be sure.

-It's not dead.

Well, it's gonna be very soon, lady!

RHYTHMIC TAPPING

-There it is.

-Drag it out.

-There it is.

-Drag it out!

You'd better tell me... what the hell

is going on around here.

SCREAMING

GUNFIRE

SHOTS ECHO

Oh, man!

GROANING

OK, Leonard, OK.

It's going to be fine.

LEONARD MOANS AND WHIMPERS

OK. You just stay calm.

OK, there we go.

It's going to be OK.

HE CONTINUES TO MOAN

Josh'll be here soon. He'll bring help.

You're dreamin'. If he was coming, he'd be here now.

They ate his ass! You think there's no more out there?

So what put shit on the walls?!

Listen, Leonard. If you keep on screaming like that,

we're going to meet the rest of its family.

Manny...

-Manny, be careful.

-It's dead.

No, I put two clips in it - it kept coming.

Wait. Wait a second. Help me turn it over.

-Peter, these are lungs.

-What the hell is she talking about?

Biology 101. Insects don't have lungs.

-It's what limits their size.

-Secretions are the same.

Oh, God...

Increasing the Judas's metabolism sped up its breeding cycle.

Tens, hundreds of thousands of generations. How many mutations?

I don't fucking get this.

How could...? How could the Judas evolve into this?

Think generations, not years, OK? It took

40,000 generations for apes to become humans.

So?!

We changed its DNA, Peter! We don't know what we did!

Wait, wait a minute! Hold on!

If that thing has been around,

how come nobody's ever seen it?

I think we have.

CLICKING

Sometimes an insect will evolve to mimic its predator.

A fly can look like a spider.

A caterpillar can look like a snake.

The Judas evolved to mimic its predator.

Us.

-Nobody up there knows about this?

-Nobody would.

Not until it's too late.

These things can imitate us, infiltrate us, breed a legion

before anyone would notice.

How could you...? How could you do this?!

Take something, make it like a man!

A man who's not a man... He's a thing!

Manny... Manny!!

That steals my child?

You tell her, Manny. She don't give a Goddamn.

-Shuddup.

-A kid gone. My leg chewed.

-Shut the fuck up!!

-Cos of insects with lungs?!

CHIRRUPING

Ah, shit, they're everywhere!

Manny! Manny, get over here!

GROANING

It's the blood!

The smell of the blood is driving them crazy!

Oh, shit!

We have to cover the scent! Manny, give me your razor.

Give me the razor!

Here. Rub it on the windows. By any cracks!

-Just do it!!

-C'mon!

Hold on...

Ow! What is it?

Scent gland. How insects identify themselves.

Here. Rub it all over. They won't attack

if they think you're one of them.

CHIRRUPING SUBSIDES

Eurgh!

CHIRRUPING RETREATS

It worked.

HE PANTS

(D-Do you mind?)

(No, go ahead.)

(Manny give me your lighter. Look. This is where we are.)

(Now these tunnels may lead to the surface.)

(If we can get this car moving, we might be able to make it.)

What...

What do you mean,

"might"?

I mean probably.

But even if they do...

This thing's been down here rotting

for half a century. How do you know it'll move?

Listen to me. Listen. This car is a CR17 from Coney Island.

Believe me, it was made to last.

Now, Manny,

there is a track relay switch, in this room here.

Switch the tracks to get us going.

-Yes, I'll try.

-Not try. Do.

The fuse box here. If I can rewire it, I can juice up the whole system.

Leonard, man.

Look at yourself. I mean...

I'll do it. Talk me through it,

I'll go out there...

No, no. No.

-I'll go. I'll go.

-Why?

I know more about what's out there than you do.

You're right.

You understand the creature.

Leonard knows the subway. So, erm,

so this is the way it's gotta be. Whatever happens,

-it's Manny and me.

-Why?

You two have to stay on this car.

You've gotta get back up.

You've gotta undo this.

So I'll go.

-We'll go.

-Yeah.

I have to put this on you now.

They mimic us.

We mimic them.

Ahh, Peter, Peter.

Peter, look.

You'll find two wires.

One green, the other blue.

OK.

Ohh, man, this shit can't be sanitary.

Take it off.

No, man. Leave it on. Leave it on.

RUMBLING

Don't touch it.

Try not to sweat.

They sense chemical changes.

Ohhh. OK.

OK, I'll, erm, I'll try not to sweat.

CLICKING

Chuy!

Susan. He's in.

He just needs to find the switch.

Green. Blue.

Green, blue. Green, blue.

Shit!

HE PANTS

HISSING

CLICKING

HE GASPS

Oh, God! Oh, God...

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit...

CREAKING

CLICKING

Chuy.

Chuy...

Chuy, it's me.

C'mon, Manny, what's taking so long?

Do these subways lead to the regular tunnels at Grand Central and Penn?

Yeah, yeah.

They'll use them to migrate out of the city.

After that, they'll set up colonies anywhere they can.

All the ones we've seen are female.

Males would be lighter, with no wings.

If they hold true to the Judas spawning pattern,

the nest will have only one fertile man.

Now if we could catch that male, and kill him,

then the females can't breed

and a generation could die out.

Where the hell is the male?

Chuy, Chuy.

Chuy. Come here.

RATTLING

Friends.

C'mere. Please.

IT CHIRRUPS

HE YELLS

HE WHIMPERS

CRUNCHING

Oh, goddammit, he must be in trouble!

-He must be!

-Shh, shh, shh. Wait. Listen.

-Aw, Jesus...

-I'm going out there.

You stay here.

Listen. If the car starts,

I'll meet you at the end of the platform.

Chuy?

FIZZLING

Oh, my God.

Oh, Manny.

FOOTSTEPS

Chuy...

GRINDING

Yes! CR17 from Coney Island, goddammit!

CLANKING

WHEELS SQUEAL

Ow! Ow!

Ow, God...! Damn.

CLANKING

God...damn! Shit!

WHIMPERING

-KNOCKING

-Leonard?

Get away. Go away, I'm bleeding.

I found a way out. A dumb waiter.

Peter, I'm bleeding. Go away.

I can't stop it.

I can't stop it. They'll be here soon.

Where's my wife? Where's Susan? Where's Susan?!

She went to get Manny...

CLICKING

CLICKING IS MIMICKED

Shhh!

-Susan.

-Shhh!

They haven't seen us yet. Don't move.

CHIRRUPING

Go!

HE PANTS

HE HUMS

SQUEAKING

# At an old general station... #

Oh, my God.

# Please,

# Send a train... #

Leonard?

# You see my health is

# Failing me

# And I ain't got

# Too much time... #

-CLICKING

-Huh?!

SCREAMING

GUNSHOTS

C'mon, Chuy. Good boy... CHUY SOBS MANIACALLY

It's all right. Shh. Stop, stop it.

It's OK. Stop. All right.

Peter, get in. Peter. C'mon. Chuy, shhh. Stop it. Stop it. Shh.

CHIRRUPING

Get in, Peter. Get in. Peter. What are you doing?

-I gotta stop them here.

-No. Peter, don't do this!

Peter! No! Noooo...!

Oh, Jesus. No, no...!

Chuy. Chuy. Stop. Stop. Shh!

IT SQUAWKS

RUMBLING AND HORN BLASTS A train!

We're here!

Help!

GRUNTING

CLICKING

BANGING

Watch it. Got it. Go on.

Get out. Hurry. Go!

GROANING

Aghh!

Fuck you!

BOLTS RATTLE

BANGING STOPS

SQUELCHING

CREAKING

CLICKING

BANGING RESUMES

CLICKING

MUFFLED SQUAWKING

GAS HISSES

Yeeeaaaggghhh!

SQUAWKING AND HISSING

FLINT CLICKS

SQUAWKING

HE GROANS

GASPING

Whaaa...!

Arggh!

SCREAMING

Watch out!

SCREAMING

SHE GROANS

(Chuy?)

(Chuy?)

Chuy?

SHE GROANS

DISTANT RUMBLING

Chuy?

CHATTERING

Oh, God.

It's the male.

SHE PANTS

NO!

You will not hurt him!

NO! Turn around!

Turn around!!

SHE WINCES

HE WHIMPERS

SHE GROANS

Come on. C'mon. Come on!

PANTING

SQUAWKING

PANTING

SHE SOBS AND WHIMPERS

SIRENS BLARE

'Emergency crews continue to work in the aftermath of the explosions...'

Hustle up! Team leader!

We swept the area twice.

It's burned.

Nothing could have survived down there.

What about one of us?

I'm sorry, Susan.

I really am.

Shiny wire.

SIRENS BLARE

Mountain boots. Ten.

Brown.

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