Miranda?
Hey, hey! Right here, mate.
Get her on the table. Clamp her down and make it quick.
We need to get a sedative inside her before she fully turns.
- Turns? - Yeah.
She's fighting for her life, and that's when their less attractive
but very, very strong side comes out.
Come on.
Okay.
Okay, that'll stabilize her for a little while.
But we need to do a human graft soon, or we'll definitely lose her.
Now, go out and get me a donor. I need a female, and bring her back alive.
Me? You want me to...
Yeah, it's time to get your hands dirty.
Do you want to save her, or not?
Go!
Looking for me?
Maybe.
Do you want to dance?
Sure.
Let's go.
Should we go somewhere else? I know a place.
Do me here.
- Turn around! - What? Now, hey, hey...
Turn around.
- You're kidding. - You pervert. You prick.
I don't believe this, you're robbing me?
Now, where do you want it? One in the leg, or two in the ass?
Stop wasting time. Let's take her and go.
Come on, let's get you home. You had a little too much tonight.
Who are you pricks?
Where am I?
Let me go, let me go!
Shut up! You're about to be harvested.
Please!
Please let me go, please, please!
Why?
Let me go! No!
No, no!
First off, we're going to impregnate Colette with alien DNA.
Time to go fishing.
Oh, God.
Hey, no worries, mate, she won't feel a thing.
This is monstrous.
Fertilization achieved.
Now, the trick here is injecting the stem cells
at just the right point in their evolution.
In other words... Now.
I'd forgotten how fast this thing went.
Hey, hey, what's happening?
The cells are infusing all over her body.
That can't be good.
Come on, you're killing her!
Vital signs critical.
Stop this! Stop it now!
Hey, hey, hey, it's done, dude. It's out of my control.
Oh, crap.
Miranda, easy. Easy.
Easy. It's me.
Come on, Miranda. Miranda, come on.
It's me, it's okay.
You're all right now. Come on.
Hi.
Where am I?
In the presence of two bloody geniuses, that's where.
Guess what? You're all better now.
- But how did you... Stem cells, baby.
Here, drink some water.
Temperature's normal, blood pressure's excellent.
All systems are go.
I don't know how to thank you.
Hey, look what I found for you.
Ovid's Metamorphoses. I never thought I'd read Latin again.
Intellectual functions appear present.
The Metamorphoses is about people getting changed into other creatures.
Your idea of a joke?
Yeah, well...
Then again, we haven't heard her conjugate any Greek verbs yet.
Try me.
I'll give you all the tenses.
Past, present, future, subjunctive...
What have we done, mate?
Okay, I'll stop. Just let me do one thing.
What's that?
Fuck this girl here.
Miranda, what are you talking about?
Your director of community relations.
Let me fuck her.
Okay, Azura, love, there's something I wanted to talk to you about outside.
Just come with me, babe.
Miranda, are you feeling okay?
Never better.
So, where to?
We can't go home, right? Police are probably looking for me.
I thought you wanted to talk to them. Face up to the whole thing.
Why? So I can rot in jail?
What's the point of extending my life if I can't enjoy it?
Regardless, I think it might be a good idea to go back to the hotel.
You need some rest.
Rest? I'm not tired.
I'm going to go live. Experience things.
So, what do you say
we grab one of Forbes' bottles of top-shelf tequila
and get naked?
Hey, hey. Come on, what are you talking about?
Come on. I know the truth, now.
You're not my real uncle.
No. No, Miranda, no. No.
Fine. Fuck you, then.
What's up?
Is this some perverted stunt of yours? What the hell have you done to her?
I extended her life. Just like you asked me to.
- There might be one or two glitches... - Have you seen her blood cells?
It's chaos. She's not stabilizing.
We've got to do something.
- Another transfusion, more stem cells. - That won't help.
That woman's here to pick up the dog.
Look, hang on a sec, mate.
For God's sake. Azura!
You got the money?
- Lady? - Yes, yes.
Here's the money. There it is.
Release form.
My sweet, sweet Pamela. It's you.
Actually, it's a fucking alien facsimile. And you might want to remember that.
Good girl.
It's you!
Hey, man, I'm sorry about that. I had a bit of business to...
Miranda?
Miranda!
She's gone. You hear? She's gone.
I gotta find her. She's sick.
- She's not just sick, she's dangerous. - I don't care.
Listen, mate, if you're gonna go, at least take this.
- What the hell is that? - Hydrochloride acid.
Now, it won't kill her, but it might slow her down.
- This dosage, on the other hand... - I'm not gonna kill her!
I'm gonna find her, bring her back here, refine the hormones, temper the mixture,
and get her back to what she was!
- Dude, do not underestimate these things. - Stand out of my way!
This is your fault, McGuire. You always did sloppy work.
Listen, Tom, I'm telling you.
She's got no human imperative anymore. She's pure creature.
She'll most likely be pregnant before nightfall.
In two weeks, this entire town will be overrun.
She's sterile! I took care of that a long time ago.
I wouldn't count on it. With her new stem cells,
there's no telling what she might do.
We've got to kill her.
Face it, Tom, she's not human. She's not your little girl anymore.
If you weren't so obsessed, you'd see that.
Look, mate, if you won't kill her, then we have to bring her back here.
- Wait, Tom! Let me help you. - Do what you want!
I'm telling you, you can't stop her alone! You're gonna get yourself killed.
Miranda?
Miranda!
Senorita, may I do something for you?
I think so.
I must ask you to cover yourself, senorita.
It's okay.
I know. You're like me.
I knew from the beginning.
Miranda?
Miranda.
Senor.
Wow, wow, wow, you scared...
Where's Miranda?
Everything was fine until you two showed up.
I should have killed you in the alley!
Not so good, you humans.
You don't have to do this.
Genesis 20.
"Behold, thou art but a dead man... "
Your dress, I want it.
- You want my dress? - Yeah. Take it off.
You know what, I got a better idea.
Why don't you better get out of here right now, bitch?
Oh! You mean my dress?
Lick my ear.
Yeah, me so like it.
A monster, it killed mi compadre.
Oh, crap. Where'd she go? The monster.
- Over there! - All right.
Bingo.
Here goes.
Miranda?
The innkeeper was one of mine. And he was sterile.
Otherwise you'd be pregnant by now.
Turn around.
You have wanted to fuck me since the moment we met.
Miranda?
Oh, my God.
Where am I?
It's okay. It's okay.
Relax. Relax, Miranda.
Tom...
Lay down.
Tom, I need your help.
Of course. Anything.
You have to end this.
Hang in there. Hang in there.
The human side of me is dying.
And I don't want what's left.
It's over.
You know what you've got to do.
Thanks
for giving me life.
You were right, Miranda.
You were always right.