Memoirs of an Invisible Man Page #3

An Oregon man is being arraigned today on

charges he killed a man nine years ago...

Oh, Jesus.

- What happened?

- Where have you been?

For a moment,

I thought it had all been a dream.

But that didn't last.

I saw the news about the fire

at Magnascopics and I was worried.

The food I hadn't thrown up

the night before had evaporated.

I was as transparent as ever.

- Oh, sh*t.

- Nick. Nick.

I'm here.

- Sort of.

- So, what happened out there?

Cathy, I've been sick as a dog.

What's this about a fire?

You didn't go, then? You're sick?

Well, I'm sorry. Can I send you some soup?

No. No. No. I'll be fine. Just reschedule

all my appointments for Monday.

- Thanks, Cathy. Bye.

- Bye.

It's Roger. Where are you?

Should we be long or short on Allied?

The stock is going crazy.

Would you call me, please?

Hi, Nick. It's Alice.

I'm calling to confirm our lunch on Friday.

Am I being too forward about this?

What am I talking about? We've already

been to the ladies' room together.

See you Friday.

Nick. David Jenkins. Global Devices.

Perhaps we met last night.

We got your name from the register.

There will be an inquiry...

... into what happened at Magnascopics

last night. We'll need a signed statement...

I knew that voice.

Who the hell did he think he was kidding?

These guys were fast.

Robin, it's Nick Halloway.

It's important.

Mr. Cebron's in court today,

but I know he wants to talk to you.

- He does?

- Are you in trouble with the government?

- Why would I be?

- That's what Mr. Cebron asked...

... but they were being real vague.

Oh, can you hold on?

Robin, they're paging my flight.

- Tell him I'll call him when I get to Dallas.

- Dallas?

Who the hell were these guys?

How did they find me so quickly?

I had to get out of there fast.

The first thing I had to do was remember

where I put my jacket and shoes.

Keep that thing low so when I mark him,

you don't get off a headshot.

We're at the front door.

Zebra Team standing by.

- Alpha?

- Ready.

- Delta?

- In place.

- Baker Team?

- Set up.

- You've got a green light.

- Let's take this a**hole.

- This is Jenkins. I'm at the front door.

- Sh*t.

- Give me the status on the roof.

- No movement yet.

Come on, come on, come on.

- Is it all right to open up?

- Yes, ma'am.

May I come in to use

the phone, please?

He seemed such a nice young man,

that Mr. Halloway. Has he killed someone?

Oh, I must have slipped.

Halloway!

I got him.

Oh, sh*t.

California Street.

Mr. McCaren, you all right, sir?

- What happened?

- I think something hit me.

- What was it? You sure you're okay?

- My back.

Who are you guys?

Halloway, are you there?

If you're hurt,

I'd like to help you.

Halloway, listen to me.

You can't escape.

Believe me. Wherever you go,

whoever you tell, it all comes back to me.

You must trust us, Nick. We're the only

people that can give you your life back.

We're all you have.

It's lonely, isn't it, Nick?

When you're a freak?

F*** you.

For hours, I wandered the streets of the city.

I was a fugitive, afraid of getting caught.

I kept imagining Jenkins leaping out

at me from every dark corner.

Taxi!

As a child, when I'd dream about being

invisible, I thought it would be so easy.

I could do what I want,

go where I want and take what I want.

But that's the catch.

No matter how hungry I was,

I couldn't give myself away.

My purse! My purse!

ACADEMY CLUB:

RECEIVING:

I was starving and exhausted.

Somehow, I found myself

in the alley behind my club...

... and I figured it would do

for the time being.

In a building this size,

there would be places to hide.

Finally, I formulated a plan.

I'd get to this Dr. Wachs from Magnascopics,

show him what had happened.

And whatever he did to get me this way,

I would demand he undo.

Wachs?

Magnascopics doctor?

Last Wednesday?

I was inside when it happened.

- I beg your pardon?

- Give me a dollar. They could be watching.

Does the word "invisible"

mean anything to you?

- Where's the professor?

- In the park, taking a stroll.

- Come on, will you? We're gonna lose him.

- Relax.

But this is astounding.

I never dreamed. They never told me.

Open your coat,

show me the rest.

- Trust me. It's all the same.

- Oh, dear God.

There's got to be

another psychotron, right?

Can't you just take me there

and turn me back?

I'll forget the whole thing. No lawsuits,

no recriminations. No harm, no foul.

Our research had nothing to do with

invisibility. This was a random reaction.

- Don't say this.

- What are you doing here?

You should be with me,

with us, in the lab.

We must replicate the variables,

begin to explore how this happened.

"Begin to explore"?

That's not good enough!

- You gotta help me now!

- It's gonna take time.

I don't have time! I want

my molecules back! Look at me!

It's him.

- You gotta turn me back.

- No!

Oh, God. You bastards!

Sh*t!

Would you bring me a phone,

please? Thanks.

Hi, this is Alice Monroe. I'm meeting Nick

for lunch at the Brasserie. Is he on his way?

I don't have you in his book

or I would have phoned.

Mr. Halloway's out sick.

- I hope it's nothing serious.

- No, it's the flu.

I'll tell him you called.

What's your number?

Yeah. It's Alice Monroe.

- Sure.

- Thanks.

- Bye.

- Bye.

I guess I'll be eating alone.

Can I see a menu, please? Thanks.

I am the Sidney Leavitt professor

of theoretical physics, a member...

...of the National Academy of Science!

- Shut up!

- I'll ask again. Where is he?

- I've already told you, I don't know.

Why didn't somebody tell me

there was a man inside?

When are you planning to make

contact with him again?

Exactly under whose authority

are you operating?

I know the deputy director,

and Dick Parcells would never sanction...

...that stunt your goons pulled in the park

this afternoon.

Now, Dr. Wachs, what were you

really doing at Magnascopics?

I find it hard to believe

that this was all simply an accident.

I am aghast at this.

There's an invisible man loose in the city.

I want to find him too...

...so, what are we doing here?

- Take off your jacket.

- Why? What are you gonna do?

Don't worry, doc.

This won't hurt you a bit.

Make a fist.

I said, make a fist.

- Let me know when he's ready.

- Why are you doing this to me?

- All I know is that he exists.

- And that's already too much.

"Never been married,

parents both deceased."

The guy's got a few friends,

but not real close to any of them.

Not exactly a workaholic either.

He kind of plays it fast and loose.

It's always difficult

with people like this.

No strong emotional ties,

no political beliefs, no particular interests.

As a matter of fact,

when you think about it...

...the man has the perfect profile.

He was invisible before he was invisible.

Look, he's not a pro. He's alone.

He's desperate. He'll crack.

Where are you hiding, Halloway?

I could only sleep

out of sheer exhaustion.

And when I did sleep, I would dream.

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