Mimic 2 Page #2

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 likability 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 f***in' 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 favor, 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.

F*** off.

Give me the goddamn desk.

That desk weighs over|200 pounds, a**hole.

So did Jason Mundy.

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

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