The Breed Page #2

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I am impressed.

Well, you just made my day.

Did anything strike you as unusual,

aside from the obvious?

Actually, yeah.

He's killed six others.

No eyewitnesses, nothing.

This time there's an eyewitness.

He parked his van in plain sight.

Could be he got careless...

...or wanted to get caught.

Not necessarily caught, but seen.

This is a critical time for us.

We've just revealed our existence

to you.

It's a decision

not all of us supported.

Someone may not want an alliance

with humanity to succeed.

And that someone...

...has still got a taste

for the real thing.

It's broad f***ing daylight.

Aren't you supposed to be

bursting into flames?

That only happens in movies.

We prefer night. The sun's a minor

irritant. That's why I wear glasses.

Well, I do like the shades.

- You wanted to go over your notes.

- Yes. They're at headquarters.

Where's that? Transylvania?

You should be

in the movies, Mr. Grant.

"Serenity"? You've gotta be kidding.

Definitely worth the trip.

Hungry, Mr. Grant?

I bet they make

a great blood sausage.

- A sixth consecutive

murder victim...

...killed in the same horrifying

manner as the rest.

Throat brutally cut...

...and all blood drained

from the body.

Police continue to say they have

promising leads...

...but public outcry is growing

with each new killing.

This is Arthuria Homer...

...with a special news bulletin.

My son!

Get your hands off my son!

Back off f***er!

You are scaring my son!

You shouldn't bring him here.

- Go. Go!

- Get him out of here.

It's all right.

- It's all right.

- Get out!

The boy is fine.

Are you satisfied?

Look, man, I thought the kid-

I know exactly what you thought.

What were you thinking

bringing me here?

They don't need some racist cop

throwing his weight around.

Racist? You calling me a racist?

You. Humanity.

" Made in God's image. "

You're all so arrogant.

Let's just go to work.

Who's this?

One of many suspects. Excuse

me, everything is in specific order.

Look, man, if we're gonna

be working together...

...we have to be straight up

with each other.

Is that right?

Some plants would

brighten up the place.

I didn't know you were a comedian,

Mr. Grant.

The handcuffs are silver.

The bullets, silver-jacketed.

Isn't that expensive?

We're allergic to silver. The wounds

won't heal until the bullet's removed.

What the f*** is this?

Prison cells.

Made of plastic compound.

They can withstand high explosives.

Bars are too easy to bend.

No guests?

These are set aside for violent

criminals. Murderers.

No stake through the heart?

This is not the movies.

And up until now...

...we have had no use for either.

We are a very peaceful people.

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