Species: The Awakening Page #3

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Oh, the Red River Valley

Hold on, I'm coming.

Hold your goll-darned horses,

I said I'm a-coming!

- Oh, you don't look so good.

- God damn you!

You set me up, you son of a b*tch!

- Now, you just hold on there.

- No!

Now, I don't care who put you up to it,

but, God help me, I'm not leaving here

until you tell me where I find Forbes!

Right now!

Yeah, well, I don't think you're tough

enough to be telling me

what to do in my own hotel room.

You are trespassing.

Put the gun down.

Oh, lookee here.

Oh, is that your new bodyguard, huh?

Put it down, now.

Oh, I'm so scared, I'm scared. I'm...

That cowboy

better not be setting us up again.

What is this place?

He can't be here.

Listen.

Whoever's here, they're behind this door.

Yeah, but how do we get in?

Yeah! Giddyup, girl.

That's it! Giddyup! That's the way.

That's the way I like it!

Fantastic.

Go on. Go on, what'd I say? What'd I say?

Oh, that's a girl. Come on, sweetheart.

Oh, baby.

McGuire.

What the...

Holy sh*t!

I don't believe it!

As I live and breathe, Tom Hollander.

Why did you try to have me killed?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about the nun.

You know, the one with the tentacles.

And your friend, the cab driver.

Okay, I do not know

what you're talking about.

You haven't changed, have you?

Hello, sweetheart.

Forbes McGuire.

Have we met somewhere before?

And by the bys,

how'd you two get in anyhow?

You left out a keypad for us.

Oh, my God. We have met before.

You're G-178.

- Her name's Miranda.

- Whatever. She's gorgeous.

Oh, right.

Everyone, yeah, this is Azura.

Azura's my director

of community relations.

We've already met.

This was your nun.

What?

Oh, for God sakes, Azura.

Listen, Tom, I'm really sorry, mate,

I had no idea you were here.

That's because no one

tells me anything anymore.

That's the trouble with these

inferior models, you know.

No complex thinking, love.

Absolutely no higher

intellectual functioning.

But this one?

Come on, sweetheart,

tell me a little bit about yourself.

I hold advanced degrees in Biochemistry,

Comparative Literature and Classics.

Well, well, well,

Tom Hollander.

You sly, old fox.

I mean, come on.

Frankenstein built some stumbling drunk

with a couple of bolts

through his forehead.

Another bloke at Caltech wins tenure

for getting a robot to peel an orange.

And you, you come up with this.

The Holy Grail of every man's dream.

What the...

- Miranda? Miranda?

What's happening to her?

She's sick.

That's the only reason we're here.

Put her up there.

We need an IV line

and 50 cc's of hormones.

Oh, no sh*t?

Look, I do know what I'm doing, okay?

And keep an eye on her blood pressure.

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