Mimic 3: Sentinel

Year:
2003
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Marvin, you gotta come|see this sh*t.

- Did you get my pictures?|- Yeah. But you gotta come outside.

Me and Des found something.

- What is it?|- You'll see.

Well, Mom's home.|She won't want me to leave.

We can sneak past.

"Citizen's Arrest" is on.|You gotta.

What is it you want me to see?

I think we found a dead body.

Going out, mom.|Back in a few.

Stay close.

Marvin?

Oh, sh*t,|it's too dark to see now,

but the body's down there.

I don't see anything.

It's at the bottom.

- You high, Rosy?|- No.

It's been, like, two hours.

Jesus.

Do you think it's real?

When did you guys find it?

Find what?

The body in the sewer.

I don't know.|We were pretty messed up.

Get doubles of these.

I want to send one to the cops.

Christ, if I'd known you|were gonna get worked up,

I wouldn't have shown you.

Did you finish|my biology homework?

Look underneath.

What do you see?

Garbageman.

He's new.

Garbageman.

The dark guy|with the trash bags?

He moved in last week|above Birdman.

What are you looking at now?

Ma Bell.

Still yammering|at the grandkids?

Looks it.

Did I tell you|I met your veiled lady?

What's her name?

Carmen.|She's a dentist's assistant.

Is she nice?

Is she nice? Sure.

Maybe I'll bring her around|sometime. You might like her.

You might even...|I don't know, not die a virgin.

Rosy...

Unless you're allergic|to that, too. - Shut up.

Well, don't be|so hypersensitive.

That gets funnier each night.

Oh, my God.

World's Number-One Dad|just lost his sh*t.

And look.

I found that downstairs.

Is that Number-One Son?

Yeah, and...

And I took this two days ago.

You see the shadow?|It moved.

Oh, my God.|That shadow moved?

Well, call the National Guard.

Call the Space Marines.|Call the cops.

They love this great|fake-detective routine.

You're scaring yourself|because you're bored.

I'm only looking.

That picture is so blurry,|it could be Bigfoot.

Hey, Rose.

Hey, Des.

Check this out.

You got any matches?

What's up?

Dinnertime!

If you can stand to be away from|the window long enough to eat.

Hi, Ma.

Oh, God.

What the neighbors must think.

Hey, why do you|leave the lights on?

So they can see you?

Hey, Ma...

I seen Rosy with this guy,|and...

and I think|he's a drug dealer.

Rosy's a big girl.

Yeah, but don't you think lately|she's been acting kinda off?

You didn't like the lunch|I made you.

I took the pills.

You can't live on pills alone.

Oh, baby.|You're so fragile.

You can't afford to skip a meal.

Yeah, I wasn't hungry.

I don't want to be made|to worry about you like this.

Well, I been thinking again|about finding my own place.

You know that's not possible.

Dr. Carson seems to think|it's a good idea.

He sees you once a month.|He doesn't know how you are.

I'm 24 years old, Ma.

I'll take care of things.

Will you finish|your dinner tonight?

I can't stay here forever.

I love you.

Carmen.

Carmen,|this is my brother.

Marvin obviously knows|who you are.

Oh, my God.|You weren't kidding.

It's kinda pervy.

You got a good eye.

I got good subjects.

What he's got is a compulsion.

How long|have you been doing this?

Yeah, since he got sick.

I was one of the last kids|to get Stricklers'.

You were one of those|roach kids?

Well, I prefer "Bubble Boy".

Right on.

What were they called?

- Judas Breed.|- Right.

You ever see any of them?

No, it didn't work like that.

Sure he did.|All the time.

Shut up, Rosy.

He was on the phone to|the CDC like every week.

He thought he was Smokey|the Bear of giant roaches.

I was 8 years old.

Yeah, try 16.

His therapist said he felt bad

'cause they created the Judas|for kids like him.

Kill the roaches|that are making them sick.

You didn't tell me|I was on here!

Yeah...

Did you want them back?

I mean, do you want them?

No. I mean, why would I want|pictures of myself?

Can I have this one, though?

Yeah, sure.

- May I look?|- Yeah, just a sec.

What do you see?

Des is dealing Ma Bell dope.

What's a "Des"?

Desmond, her boyfriend.

He's not my boyfriend.

You okay?

And Ma Bell.

She's always talking to her|grandkids, so we call her that.

- Mrs. Leibowitz?|- You know her?

I hear her at night.|She's a phone-sex operator.

Are you okay?

You smoke.

What?

It's an allergy thing.

I put it out|before I came inside.

He's hypersensitive.

Well, should I go?|I mean, I'm sorry, you know?

- Sorry. It's...|- I'm sorry.

- I didn't think.|- It's all right.

Yeah, take it easy.

I think she likes you.

Ma Bell's running from something.

No kidding.

Garbageman's down there.

Can you get me more film?

I'm busy.

Holy sh*t!

What?

He's hurt.

I think there's blood.

Where is he?

- Where?|- He's right there.

Sh*t!

Jesus, what happened?

I don't know.

Well, what did you see?

Mom?

Mom!

We have to call the cops.

Detective Dumars.

Well, thanks for coming.

No problem.

Simone.

Do I know you?

Do you want to come in?

Yeah.

What seems to be the problem?

Well... my kids think|they saw something.

- Somebody was hurt.|- Killed.

My son is a Stricklers'|disease survivor.

He's environmentally|hypersensitive.

Must be very hard|on you.

Yeah, it happened over there,|near the entrance of the alley.

His name's Desmond.

He was covered in blood,|and then he disappeared.

He was hurt?

Yeah.

Was... anybody else around?

He saw the Garbageman.

I think I did.

Okay.|Okay, I bite.

Who's the Garbageman?

Him.

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?

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Donald A. Wollheim

Donald Allen Wollheim (October 1, 1914 – November 2, 1990) was an American science fiction editor, publisher, writer, and fan. As an author, he published under his own name as well as under pseudonyms, including David Grinnell.A founding member of the Futurians, he was a leading influence on science fiction development and fandom in the 20th century United States.Ursula K. Le Guin called Wollheim "the tough, reliable editor of Ace Books, in the Late Pulpalignean Era, 1966 and ’67, " which is when he published her first two novels, in an Ace Double. more…

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