Species III Page #5

I... I... I...

Excuse the intrusion.

I... I didn't mean to interrupt.

- I just came to see Abbot.

- He's not home.

Well, I'll come back

another time.

Would you like to come inside?

Why don't you look at me?

Aren't I attractive?

You are by any standard... perfect.

Are you Abbot's girlfriend?

Housekeeper?

Just a friend.

Just friends.

No need to use names.

Your lack of inhibition

is truly inspiring.

Careful! Brooks Brothers!

Am I asleep? Am I awake?

Who the hell cares?

That's enough.

You can leave.

Excuse me?

Go! Shut the door

on your way out.

Not so fast.

Moments like these

don't happen every day.

I think we should go for it.

No!

It's not polite to be a prick tease!

Don't you know that?

Here.

Let's get inside.

What is that?

- It's happened.

- What's happened?

- Sara, where are you?

- What happened?

Sara, where are you?

Holy sh*t!

What the hell happened?

What the hell was he doing here?

Impressive.

She's already quite powerful.

What are you doing?

Here. His access card

might come in handy sometime.

No, no, just leave him.

We gotta call the police.

- I don't think so.

- You don't think so?

There's a dead man

on your bedroom floor, Professor!

Turner had it coming for years now.

That's crazy!

You're not thinking

about reporting this, are you?

- Yeah!

- Dean, it's not murder.

- She was just following instinct.

- Instinct?!

Listen, Professor, this whole situation

has gotten way out of control.

We gotta call

the police immediately.

Now, Dean, you really think the police

are gonna believe you

when you tell them an alien species

killed the head of your department?

If anything, they'll take

a closer look at you,

who recently had a very

heated disagreement with the victim

over your funding...

which he cut.

That's insane.

Dean!

Dean, I need your help.

Sara's producing eggs now.

We can build something,

something amazing.

You walk away now, it's back

to beakers and Bunsen burners.

I like beakers and Bunsen burners.

You're upset, I know.

This part of it isn't pleasant.

- It's in the name of science, Dean.

- In the name of science?!

Come on. You gotta give me

something better than that!

The end result, the end result.

The outcome.

Don't ever lose sight

of what that all will mean, Dean.

I want shared credit.

What?

My name next to yours

on everything we do.

Ag reed.

I was sure you'd turn that down.

What, and give you

a graceful way out?

Truth is, you don't want a way out.

Not after what you've seen.

Give me Turner's keys.

I'll get rid of the car.

Easy. Easy.

- Now we gotta find Sara.

- How?

You don't even know

what she looks like at this age.

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