Mimic 2 (2001) - full transcript

Mimic 2 - Horror 2001 English

Reports of a biological threat have...

The epidemic...

Unknown biological...

There's no official word for this...

secret extermination
effort undertaken by members...

Unexplained underground explosion...

As rescue crews insisted...

witnesses claim
was insect-like in nature...

MTA officials continue to deny...

the existence of a mutant...



to deny the existence...

of a mutant strain of cockroach...

engineered by scientists...

Taxi!

Hey, Klaski, nice of you
to join us all on your day off.

All right, you punk!

Why am I here, Cleeland?

You'll see.

Over here we have
our taxi driver, Mr. Colm...

who ploughed into
a Mr. Trahn over there...

who was carrying a suitcase...

filled with about
75 pounds of dirt.

Dirt?

Wait, it gets better.



His body was totally evacuated.

Cleeland...

- Eviscerated.
- Whatever.

Yeah, I've seen this before.

It happens with this kind of impact.

Yeah?
You ever seen this before?

Flip him.

Every insect lives
for just one purpose...

survival of its own kind.

Take our ants here for example.

They spend their whole lives...

building this wonderful colony
for their queen...

but she never comes.

Why not?

Well, it's against the law
to have a fertile queen...

because we'd
be overrun with babies.

So instead, they just die off...

burying each other
in these mounds...

until there's
only one left standing...

and that last soldier
goes on alone...

with nothing left
to live for... or fight for.

No one left to even bury him
when he dies.

Since we spent
the last three weeks...

learning about various types
of insects and their habitats...

I want each of you to choose
an insect and write a report...

describing what your life
would be like as that insect.

And I want it tomorrow!

Out, out, out!
Out, out, out!

No! No, I mean it.
Stop jumping in the puddle.

No.

Fight, fight, fight!

No fight. Nobody has to fight.

Leon!

Diego, what's the matter?

Are you OK? Come on.

I live in the ground.
My family's all dead.

Sometimes it makes me
feel sad and lonely.

Sometimes
it makes me feel angry.

I think about the other insects.
Do they have families, too?

I want to know
if they're happy...

'cause if they are happy,
I want to hurt them.

Is that all, Sal?

That's all, Miss Panos.

One more year.

Hell, I'll be glad to see it go.

This building's dying
one room at a time.

Don't you think after 20 years...

you're going to miss it
just a bit?

Are you kidding'?

I am going' to ride
the wrecking' ball.

Just kidding'.

No, no, no. The only
thing I'm gonna miss...

around this place is you.

Yo, Remi.

Still Miss Panos to you, Nicky.

Yeah, yeah, Miss Panos.

What's with the shiner?

Forgot to duck.

Your old man again?

Yeah. So, listen.
I was wondering'...

you want to go out
sometime or something'?

No.

Why not? I ain't your student
no more, so what's the problem?

The problem.
Well, it starts with jail time.

It goes rapidly
downhill from there.

It would be our secret.

Here's another secret...
I already have a boyfriend.

Get out of here. You?

What? Is that
so hard to imagine?

No, I mean, who is he?

His name? His name is Noyb.

Noyb? What kind
of name is that?

None of your business.
Pheromones.

None of your...
I got it. Noyb.

This is Remi.
I can't take your call...

but if you leave a message,
I'll get back to you...

unless you're Jason,
in which case...

please don't make me get
an unlisted phone number.

I thought I heard my name.

You did, Jason, but you
wouldn't appreciate the context.

Can I come in?

I'm actually going' out.

I just want to talk.

About what?

Us.

We've been on one date, Jason.

You can't have an us
after one date.

You can only have
a stalker situation.

Am I clear on that?

That hurts me.

Subtle doesn't seem
to cut it with you, Jason.

You know, I'm not one of
your god damn insects, Remi.

You know what I'm saying'?

Bye.

You're right about one thing.
Subtle doesn't cut it with me.

Oh, God. I'm a wacko magnet.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Now, your
common household cockroach...

takes it a step further.

Not only does he use food
to attract a female...

but he mounts her as soon
as she dips down to eat it.

Of course,
more often than not...

he can't find her
external genitalia...

through all that body armour...

so dinner ends up
being kind of a bust...

from a biological perspective.

Now, your common
female bed bug...

needs no external
genitalia whatsoever.

The male simply impales
her wherever he wants...

and if she's lucky enough
to survive the experience...

she may actually reproduce.

You can always tell the number
of times she's mated...

by counting the scars.

Some more wine?

Well, sorry for going' off
at the mouth like that.

It's... That was getting
a little bit schized.

Hey, schized works for me.

Well, anyway, thanks
for a really nice evening.

Are you sure you don't
want to grab a night cap?

It's a school night.

So? Whatever happened
to a little extra credit?

Let go, Phillip.

Remi...

What the hell?

Hey!

I don't feel so good.

Fluffy!
What are you barking' at?

Come here!

What do you want?

Just a moment of your time...
please.

I keep meaning to talk
to the landlord about this.

OK, I tell you what.

Let me do it.
I got it. OK.

All right.

You're an etymologist, right?

That means you're into bugs.

I'll... Yeah.

You really like these
crusty little bastards?

I admire their simplicity.

They are what they are
no matter how you dress 'em up.

Not like people, you mean.

Yeah. Not like people.

Well, you know,
I should probably...

pay a little more attention
to our insect friends...

instead of whacking 'em
with my shoe.

If you're serious
and not just patronizing me...

there's a book called
"The Secret Life of Bugs"...

that you might find interesting.

Really? Oh, yeah?
That's a real page-turner?

It better be. I wrote it.

So, what exactly are you
searching for, Detective?

Well, right now I'm searching
for some information...

on a guy named Lincoln Trahn.

I heard what happened.

He was a colleague
of yours, right?

Colleague? Lincoln Trahn
sold endangered species...

on the black market.

At least 200 species
of arthropod...

are now extinct
thanks to Lincoln Trahn.

So he was an enemy,
I mean on a professional level.

I can't say I miss him.

What are you writing?

It's a... grocery list.

No. No, wait a minute.

I didn't hate him like that.

Like what?

You guys work on a quota system?

Ten bucks a suspect,
something like that?

I'm real terribly sorry...

to have troubled you, Miss Panos.

Thank you.

You're wagging your antenna...

in the wrong direction, Detective.

Thank you very much
for your hospitality.

Good night.

Yeah, I had a problem
with Jason Mundy.

He was a creep.
Just ask my front door.

You know, besides rating low
on your likeability list...

Jason Mundy and Lincoln Trahn...

they had something else in common.

You want to guess what that is?

No.

They were both missing their faces.

You know, I'm not really a shrink...

but I'd have to say that...

you really have to
hate looking at someone...

to want to rip his face
clean off.

This... this is crazy.

You know, one of your...

one of your close friends
describes you here as...

"Pathologically
unable to sustain..."

A proximate intrapersonal
relationship...

"with anything
that walks on two legs."

Yeah, I had to bring home
a Webster's for that one.

Am I under arrest?

No.

I don't need the ten bucks
quite that bad, yet.

So, she's your basic
predatory lesbo.

How do you figure that?

Well, she's a babe... A.

B... she don't like guys.

C... she rips
their fucking' faces off.

Ergo lesbo.

Hey, check this out.
Missing persons.

Came over the wire this morning.

Poor schnook was last seen
with your bug lady...

down at Remington's on 88.

Ask me, we got ourselves a perp.

Yeah. Hey, Cleeland,
do me a favour, will you?

Hand me that desk over there
while you're up, OK?

Homicide.

You're a real wacko,
you know that, Klaski?

Yeah. No, really.
Hand that over.

Fuck off.

Give me the god damn desk.

That desk weighs over
200 pounds, asshole.

So did Jason Mundy.

Now, if you can tell me
how a 112-pound woman...

picked him up and chucked him
over a fucking' lamppost...

I will give you a prime suspect.

Listen, Remi,
I know this is probably...

all a big misunderstanding...

but you can't blame some of
the parents for over reacting.

- You told them?
- I...

Jesus, Morrie, you told them.

You know I'm doing
everything I can...

to set the record straight.

Of course you are...

even though you find me
pathologically unable...

to sustain a proximate
intrapersonal relationship...

whatever the hell that means.

But you think I said that?

You're the only pompous
blow hard I know, Morrie.

You'll have my resignation
in the morning...

if you don't fire me first.

Hello?

You hurt? You hungry?

You want something' else, Lou?

Nah. I gotta get
back to the school.

The gum is hardening
under those chairs as we speak.

Yeah. You want a box for that?

No, no. I got it.

Yeah? Suit yourself.

All right.
Well, I will see you later.

- Good night, Lou.
- Good-bye.

To think you could've been
building sand castles in Bali.

Sal.

He's dead, isn't he?

Didn't your aunt
come pick you up yet?

Well, where have you been?

Around.

It's after 6:00.

Come on.
Let's go give her a call.

She's not home yet.

Well, where is she?

She said she'd be here
around 6:30, 7:00.

Sal.

She works late on Thursdays.

We'll wait till 7:00...

and then I'm
taking you home myself.

You understand?

Are you hungry?

I've got some sunflower
seeds and some gum.

You're leaving, aren't you?

- Excuse me?
- You quitting?

I might be... for a while.
I don't know.

There's some things
going on right now...

I don't have a whole
lot of control over.

Can I come with you?

No, Sal, I'm sorry.
I really am.

Oh, God.

Hi, fellas.
How are you doing'?

I'm gonna have to ask you
to clear the premises, sir.

Really?

Security matter.

Department of Defence.

Well, I tell you what.

Why don't we
call it career day, OK?

And you and I compare notes.
How about that?

You're more than welcome to
continue your investigation...

when we're done with ours,
Detective Klotski.

Klaski. Done with what?

Since when are three local
homicides a military deal?

I got something' here.

Excuse me.

What the hell?
Is that semen?

I'm talking' here.

All right, pal.
Just lay off, OK?

Obviously, you know
I'm not at liberty...

to discuss procedural
matters with you...

but I would like to leave you
with this one thought...

the days of cleaning up New York
with a gun and a toothpick...

are over.

That's it. She's way overdue.

Let's go.

What the... Who did this?

Was it here when you came in?

No.

Lou!

Hey, Lou!

Lou!

Lou!

Remi?
What... what's going on?

What the hell is all this?

What do you think, Morrie?
It's a prank. Where's Lou?

Well, I haven't seen him.

The mop closet door is open...

so he's probably
around here somewhere.

Well, maybe you could
get him over here?

No... I'll get you out.

You just stand back.

Morrie, don't try
moving' that stuff by yourself.

It's too heavy.

Au contraire, my sweet.

I've been working out.

Pilates. You should try it.

Not only am I 40% stronger...

I'm like a spider monkey
in bed now.

I'm sure Sal Geary here
is real impressed...

aren't you, Sal?

How are you, kid?

I'm sorry about that now.

Don't you worry about a thing.

We're gonna get you out
of here in two shakes, OK?

Morrie? Morrie!

Remi! Remi!

Run!

Let's go! Come on!

Get up. Get up.

Go!

It can't be.
It's just not possible.

They're all dead.

Come on.

Stay here.

Oh, my God. Nicky!

Remi. Oh, shit. Miss Panos.

What are you doing here?

He hides here from his dad.

Did you see anything?

What?

Never mind.
How'd you get in here?

You just pull that.

Narc-ass piece of shit.

You two, go to the door
and keep an eye on the hall.

Why?

'Cause I'm the fucking teacher,
and I said so!

What are you doing?

Seeing if it's out there.

If what's out there?

Run! Go! Get out of here!

I'm gonna get sick.

Save it. Come on.

Holy... Look at this guy
over there.

Is he still moving'?

Scan to the right.
One of his trails.

Up that pipe.

No, that pipe.
Up, up toward the window.

Oh, my God.
Look at that.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

We've got
the mother lode here, boys.

What the hell was that, Remi?

Help me get this door!

OK. Nicky, do you have a light?

- What?
- A match! Something.

Yeah. What?

What are we doing'
down here, Remi?

Remi. What the hell was that?

Are you gonna answer me, Remi?

Do you remember
how not so long ago...

a lot of children were sick...

from a terrible disease
spread by cockroaches?

Yeah, sort of.

We created
a new breed of insect...

we hoped would make
the roaches die out.

Well, not all of 'em died.

Some of 'em kept on
mutating, changing.

Into people?

Not really.
You see, some insects...

overtime they evolve to look
and act like other insects.

It's a way of confusing
their natural enemies.

We call them mimics.

But these particular
guys didn't evolve...

to just look like
another bug or animal.

They evolved to mimic
their only real predator... us.

Looks kind of like Lou,
the janitor.

No, Sal. That's not possible.

They can't mimic
specific people.

I don't know. You ask me,
that's Lou's face.

No. That's not possible.

Oh, fuck!

Come on. Wake up.

We'll be OK, Sal. I promise.

Remember, it's not a monster.
It's an insect...

and insects, they behave
in very predictable ways.

It has no reason to hurt us.
Understand?

I stood as close as
I'm standing to you right now...

and it didn't hurt me.

What about Mr. Deaver?

Well, I think
what Mr. Deaver did...

Have you ever poked
a bee's nest...

and all the bees, they fly out
and try to sting you?

It's because
you disturbed their nest.

They're just acting on instinct.

Are we in the nest?

In a way.
In a way, yes, I think we are.

That's why we have to be
very careful not to disturb it.

Do we have to stay in here?

No. Not long.

Just long enough to figure out
the best way to leave. OK?

It's OK. I'm not scared.

Good. Then neither am I.

What are you doing?

I don't know.

"Lincoln."

Who?

"Lincoln Trahn."

Just don't! Don't open it.

Why not?

Just leave it alone.

Whatever you say.

- Nicky!
- I didn't do it!

It's nothing'.

It's just dirt. It's nothing'.

Shit! Shit!

Get it shut!

Nicky, get the strap!
Keep it closed!

- Nicky!
- What is that, Remi?

Keep it shut!

I'm trying!

Just hold the top down!

- What are they?
- Get the latch!

It's broke!
They're coming' out the sides!

Shit.

The strap's broken, Remi.

Break off the legs!

Pull! Snap them off!

Sal. Sal, stay back.

Come on, Sal.

Hold it down!

Keep it closed!

Be careful!

Remi, help!

Get it off me! Help!

Heads up! Remi!

They're coming' out the sides.

They're everywhere!
Heads up!

They're all over me!
They're biting me.

Get them off, Remi!

Hold still.

Get it off me, Remi!
Get it off me!

Get away!

Get it off me! Take them off!

I'm getting them, Sal.
I'm getting them.

Hold still.

Get them off!

Help.

OK. All right. OK, OK.

All right. It's OK.
It's all right.

All right. Everything's
gonna be OK.

OK. It's fine.

This is the nest.

I think we just disturbed it.

OK.

Oh, come on.

It won't hurt us.

At least not until it finds out
what went down in here.

That should
give us enough time...

to get back upstairs...

slip through the gap in
the barricade, get to a phone.

Then what?

Then we wait.

No way.

Running would be a big mistake.

Hopefully we can stall it
by closing a few doors.

You call that a plan?

You got a better one?

Yeah! Yeah...

Find a few more of these,
pound 'em into spikes...

go out there and ventilate
the motherfucker...

then we rabbit like hell!

Number one, you'd never
puncture the cuticle.

Number two, in all likelihood...

we're dealing with a soldier
that kills when provoked...

and number three,
you are so intoxicated...

the only damage you're likely
to inflict is with your breath.

What the hell
do you know, anyway?

Your only chance in hell,
Nicky, is what I know.

Now, the genetics of this breed
may be scrambled all to hell...

but it began as a cockroach...

so it should still basically
behave like a cockroach.

Like a cockroach?

Roaches are negatively phototactic...

which means they run from light.

They're also thigmotactic...

which means they like
tight, confined spaces...

so keep away from walls
and large clustered objects.

They also have sensors...

that detect subtle variations
in air movement...

so running will draw one out...

a hell of a lot faster
than walking.

They also demonstrate
a remarkable capacity...

for insight learning.

What's that?

The ability to learn
from their own mistakes...

which puts them
head and shoulders...

above just about anybody
I happen to know...

including myself.

So, am I gonna be
graded on this later?

No. Strictly pass-fail.

See anything?

Me neither.

All right, remember.

Slow, stick to the centre
of the hall...

and stay behind me.

Keep your breathing shallow.

Try not to sweat.

Sweat attracts 'em, too.

- You through?
- Yeah.

Nicky.

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

Let's go.

It's not recharged.

Let's go anyway. Come on.

I thought I closed that door.

It's in here.

It's going down, not up.

- It's checking the babies.
- Run.

- I thought you said not to run!
- Come on, Nicky!

We gotta get
this stuff out of here.

They're coming. Hurry, hurry.

Just the loose ones.

Help me get this stuff
out of here!

Do them all.

Come on.

Faster.

Watch out!

Careful! Careful!

And get something in there.
Give me that stool.

Yeah.

Hold it up with this.

Hurry.

Put it in.

Go!

- You first!
- No!

Why does everything
have to be an argument?

Go!

Sal.

Come on, Sal.

Come on, come on!

What are you doing here?

Get out of here! Run!

You just do it quick.

Stay back.

- What the hell is it?
- We gotta get out of here!

What the fuck is that?
That's not a man!

Jesus Christ, somebody tell me
what the fuck that is!

Move!

- In here!
- Come on!

You all right?

Quick!

Lights! Get lights on!

Remi. What are you do...
What is she...

We gotta get lights on.

Remi, what are you do...
What is she doing?

It's negatively phototactic.

It's what? Remi...

Good enough.

Remi...

Remi!

Tell me I just saw
a giant fucking cockroach.

Basically a cockroach
with some ant and termite DNA...

tossed in to spice up
the recipe.

I need backup.

Sorry, but I got
a better handle on this.

- Operator.
- Yes, hello.

Connect me to the Center
for Disease Control...

Atlanta, J.I.S. Division.

What's J.I.S.?

Epidemic Intelligence Service.

J.I.S., may I help you?

Yes, hello.
I need you to listen carefully.

I have at least
one adult instar...

of the Judas breed
at this location.

There may be more.
I don't know.

Judas breed, you said?

That's right. Judas breed.

There's a possible
satellite colony...

being established
inside the building.

Where are you located?

It's a public school,
South Bronx P.S. 400.

How many in the building?

There's four of us.

Are you armed?

- Are we armed?
- No.

No, we're not armed.

All right,
keep the line open, then.

Yes, keep an open line.
Please hurry.

Let me see that.

Yeah.

What are you doing?

I'm gonna take
its fucking head off.

You won't even make a scratch
unless it's in molt.

Besides,
you know what happens...

when you take the head
off a cockroach?

It dies?

That's right. It dies.

About nine days from now
when it finally starves to death.

Fuck.

Panos? Remi Panos?

I don't give a red rat's ass
about Remi Panos.

She was with you CDC morons
when you caused this disaster.

You're such a people person.

You don't think
this is an Army concern...

you take it up with whatever
governing authority...

you can shake out of bed
at 3:00 in the morning.

All right, ladies.

We get in, we get out, before
the CDC or anybody else...

can turn this into
another god damn circus.

You think it's still out there?

I don't hear anything.

'Cause it's not out there.

What?

It's right here.

Right where, Remi?

Oh, fuck.

Where's it coming from?

It's inside the wall.

How the fuck
did it get in there?

Lateral compression.

The same way it
gets inside your stereo.

What's it doing now?

Tracking me.

My pheromones, probably.

Phero what?

Chemical markers. Scent.

What are we gonna do now?

Christ. It's gonna be hours
before the CDC gets here.

Yeah, but we're not
gonna last that long.

I'll stay. You go.

- What?
- I'm the one it wants.

No.

You can't know that, Remi.

I'd say it's
pretty damn obvious.

You can't.

Yeah.

We're not leaving, Remi.

That thing bursts
through the wall...

you're gonna
stop it with what...

a letter opener
and a box of thumb tacks?

But...

If I stay here and don't move,
I won't provoke it.

I'm better off without you here.

I'll be OK, Sal.

I promise.

Sal...

Wait. You said it's following
your scent, right?

Can't we, I don't know...

leave your scent behind
or something?

What do you mean?

I don't know, you know,
like a distraction...

a decoy or something.

Clothes, maybe.

We'd have to leave 'em behind
in roughly the same positions.

We don't know this'll work.

- We don't know it won't.
- That's not bad.

All right.

- You and Sal go.
- No.

Sal, this is your best chance
and you're taking it.

Nicky and I,
we're right behind you, OK?

Please, get Sal out of here.

Do whatever it takes.

I'm coming back if you're not
out that door in 60 seconds.

Fair enough.

OK. OK, come on, Sal.

Come on, let's go.

You heard the lady. Let's go.

I need you to do this, Sal, OK?

Let's go.

Here. I stole it.

I'm sorry I made you cry.

You ready to do this?

Sure this is gonna work?

It was your idea, remember?

The female scent is
the strongest attractant...

there is in the insect world.

I've seen just one molecule
drive males into fits...

of self-destruction,
ripping themselves apart...

completely overriding
what limited capacity...

for reason
they might otherwise have.

I could die
in the next two minutes.

Well, if you don't
move your hand...

you're gonna die
in the next few seconds.

Sorry.

Don't answer it.

Move, move!
Take your positions!

- Move, move!
- Over there!

She didn't answer.

You're surprised? I'm not.

Let's go, go, go!

Gives me the willies.

Move!
Let's back all the way up!

Run.

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

There's two more inside!

- Where?
- In the principal's office.

- No, not any more.
- What do you mean?

No, we just rang it.

There's nobody in there...
alive, at least.

What are you talking about?
You can't know that!

No, we just rang the office
and nobody picked up.

You rang it?
I just came from there!

That's it!
Back off, Detective!

What was that, Remi?

Come on, just keep going.

Remi?

Detective!

We'll take it from here, thanks.

Sergeant, escort these two
to the holding area.

I want this premises sealed now.

What are you doing?

Containment and eradication.
It's that simple.

Give me five minutes.

Can't do it.
Every second we delay...

lowers our probability
of success.

God damn it, there's
still two people in there.

There's a hell of a lot
more hanging on this deal...

than two people who are
probably dead already.

Sergeant.

Let's go.

Aren't you gonna
take my gun first?

Take his gun.

Hey, asshole!

Clear the stairs!

Stay down.

- What's it doing now, Remi?
- I don't know.

Oh, God, your scent.

What about my scent, Remi?

It's all over me now.

What does that mean?

Deaver, Jason Mundy, Lou...

What?

It's eliminating
the competition.

You gotta get out of here, Nicky.

Get out of here, Nicky. Go!

Hey, you guys,
it's down the hall!

Where?

Right down the hall,
man, come on!

Get him out of here!

Let's get out of here, now!
Come on!

Come on,
what are you waiting for?

Get out of here!

Don't be stupid! Let's go!

Last chance!

Screw him.

Couldn't stop
the detective, sir.

He took off
to recover the woman's body.

Get everybody back.

- I got a son about your age.
- Sorry to hear that.

The canisters are being
put in place, sir!

Well, let's get
this puppy packing!

- Sarge.
- Sir?

Expedite the kids.

Let's go, son.

Bring 'em down!
Let's go!

Remi.

Hold out one thousand...

Primaries in place!
Clear the area!

OK, you heard him.
Let's go!

Move it! Move it!

Easy, easy.

Easy, easy.
You're among friends.

I'm Dr. Shapiro.

How are you feeling?

Still sensitive.
That's good.

A good neural response.

You're something of
a medical marvel, you know.

No internal bleeding.
No infection.

I don't know whether
to write a paper...

or take you out dancing.

Oh, God.
Something in my...

There was,
but it's all gone now.

We cleared away every last bit
of it, I assure you.

All of it?

Absolutely all of it.

What was it?

Can you tell me what it was?

Larva.

Insect larva.

I don't know
exactly what variety...

because they were
immediately confiscated...

by the Department of Defence.

But they were, in fact...

largely responsible
for your remarkable turn around.

How?

They're macrophagous.

In much the same way
ordinary maggots...

were used
by medieval physicians...

to eat away dead
and infected tissue.

Those remarkable buggers cleaned
you up like little shopvacs...

and their mucoid secretions
staunched your bleeding to boot.

Miss Remi, I think you probably
owe them your life.

It is dead, right?

Looks dead to me.

Not good. This is very bad news.

This thing's already morphed.

It's just the outer casing.

We gotta
find it while it's still soft.

Oh, Jesus.

This thing's already
meta morphed into a new instar.

What the hell
are we looking for?

You have a visitor.

Who?

Says he's family.

Does he have a name?

Not one he's willing to share.

Family?

Get your little
miscreant butt over here.

It looks worse than it feels.

How'd you get here, anyway?

My aunt drove me.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Where is she now?

You made it up.
You don't have an aunt.

I do.

Lots of ants.

Remember, Sal,
this is a foster situation.

You clear on what that is?

No long-term commitments.

Just want to be clear.

- Keep the change.
- Thanks, lady.

What do you think?

I kinda pictured something
a little different.

- Yeah, like how?
- More yellow.

Yellow?

Yeah, yellow...
with chocolate sprinkles.

OK.

Check out the new door.

Three-inch reinforced steel.

Stay here.

I thought I told you
to stay in the hall.

Sit here. Don't move.

Thank God it's you.

Christ. How much longer...

we gotta pick over
this fucking place?

What the hell do you care?
You're on an hourly.

Yeah. Who do I see
about a raise?

Wait a second. What's that?

Looks like your buddy
Detective Klaski.

Wait a second.
If that's Klaski...

then who the hell carried
that girl out of here?

Nine days?