Mimic 3: Sentinel Page #2

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You took these pictures?

- It's his hobby.|- Yeah.

I'm not sure it's strictly legal.

He's harmless.

This guy was at the scene|when... what's his name?

- Desmond.|- When Desmond disappeared?

Yeah, and there was blood.

The rain washed it away.

Get any pictures of that?

No, I was out of film.

Yeah, well...

Gee, I wonder what Desmond|does for a living.

- F***.|- Rosy!

Well, I...

might as well go have a chat|with the Garbageman.

I don't see him.

The guy's harmless.

Well, who is he?

He didn't see anything happen.

- Did you get his name?|- Never mind his name.

What about the garbage bags?|Why does he only come out at night?

Maybe he collects food|for the shelters.

What do you mean, maybe?|Did you even talk to him?

Marvin.

Oh, I brought two glasses.

No, my shift|ends in 20 minutes.

Is there a Mr. Montrose I should|be getting a statement from?

- Yeah.|- No.

Cancer.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

What about Desmond?

Your friend, right?

Listen, I don't know|what to do, considering.

Considering what?

Marvin's past.

That's where we first met.|The precinct.

I took your statement the last|time Marvin witnessed a crime.

Oh, right.|I'm surprised you remembered.

That must be three years ago.

You didn't even talk...

Easy, Marvin.

Maybe you need to spend a little|less time peeping in on the neighbours.

Okay, look, we both saw|Desmond get killed.

Rosy! Please.

No, no, no.|She seems certain.

Are you?

And what about you?|What did you see?

It looked like|something happened.

It looked like|something happened?

Are you 100% sure, Marvin?

You saw a murder?

I don't know.

It doesn't sound like|trouble to me, but...

I can check in on you|from time to time.

Could you do that...

Detective?

Yeah. Sure.

I can put some of my guys|on patrol.

Keep an eye on the 'hood.

And...

call me Gary.

No, no, no,|it's not a problem.

No?

No, are you kidding?

Oh, stop.

- Rosy, hey.|- Hey, fink.

- Hey, Carmen.|- Hi.

You okay?|I saw you outside.

I'm fine.

Is this the thing|about Rosy's dealer?

He's not my dealer.

Rosy was telling me|about this garbage guy.

I've seen him around.

What's he look like?|His face?

I don't know.|It's a face.

I never really noticed.

Are those the cops|Dumars put downstairs?

Yeah. Is he still on the|couch with mom? - Yep.

Are you okay?

You know,|I haven't smoked in two days.

You're a good influence on me.

What the hell is he doing?

Who?

Garbageman.

There's something glowing|in his apartment.

Weird.

Can I see?

You're wearing perfume.

Yeah.

Oh, God!|I didn't even think!

- It's okay.|- I'm so sorry.

He might be allergic to you.

- Shut up, Rosy.|- Shut up, Rosy.

- I'm gonna go.|- I'm coming.

- I'm sorry.|- I'm sorry.

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