Memoirs of an Invisible Man Page #4

Weird, crazy dreams...

... about what might have been

and what I had lost.

Welcome, Nick.

- Oh, Nick. Hi.

- Hello, Nick.

Nick, good to see you.

Good to see you.

Hi, Nick.

Hi, Nick.

- Nick, you charmer.

- Right this way.

Looking for something, Nick?

It was about time I did look for something.

Maybe I could turn the tables on them.

Find out what they knew about my condition

and use it to my advantage.

- Who's up?

- Vinny's up. Sit down and deal.

Yeah. I owe the pot $2.

Red dog, red dog,

face of red dog.

Nothing is wild, and it starts with Vin.

Six dollars in the pot.

Pass? No pass?

Congressman Davis called

for a third time.

Singleton called from L.A. looking for Wachs.

I said what you told me to.

If we can't find this dude

for six months...

...is he gonna keep us

operational that long?

Singleton's weak and he's unreliable,

but he knows the value of the prize.

So let's start

with surveillance reports.

- Comments?

- Okay, phone calls...

Welcome.

I often sit here like this

at the end of the day, in darkness...

...and imagine what it must be like.

Were you conscious when it happened?

Did you feel yourself change?

Did you pray?

I've been worried about you, Nick.

Is everything all right?

How long have you been here?

Long enough to learn some things about you

I might tell my friends at the Chronicle.

You don't have any friends

at the Chronicle, Nick.

Besides, we both know that

when you go to the press...

...you become the last thing

you want to be:

A circus attraction.

- Now, I told you. It all comes back to me.

- Bullshit.

You answer to people.

I heard.

Maybe I'll call Washington

and talk to a guy named Singleton.

Let's say you do.

Now, what do you think you could control

the moment you make your presence known?

And if I work with you,

I suppose things would be different.

I could come and go as I please.

Put your goddamn hands on the desk!

Now get a grip on yourself, Nick.

Listen to what we're offering you.

- In exchange for what?

- For your services to your country.

You have a wider obligation now.

You can be of immeasurable value to us.

I'm not doing your spying.

Suppose we'd had you,

an invisible agent, in 1939.

Maybe there wouldn't

have been a Second World War.

What are you saying?

You mean I would have killed Hitler for you?

I mean maybe you could have saved

Now, assassination, anything at all,

is entirely ethical if you're on the right side.

Now you listen to me,

you son of a b*tch.

I've lost everything but my soul,

and you won't take that away from me.

Whatever I become, it'll be my choice,

not yours. Is that clear?

We're prepared to give you

anything you want, everything you need.

But you have to understand, if you

won't work with us, I can't let you live.

I don't sleep well. I can see through

my eyelids, through the top of my head.

I get walleyed!

I get bat-sh*t!

Don't you ever touch me again.

I'll kill him. I swear to God.

- Back off.

- Do what he says.

Move it.

Nick.

Contrary to what you might think,

I am not without feelings.

Oh, God. Don't you see, we're

in this together, Nick, you and I?

We're not so terribly different.

We're iconoclasts.

Think of the adventure

we could have together.

Yeah, we can go to Frontierland.

- See you, Dave.

- Oh, Nick...

Give me that.

I had to get out of San Francisco.

Jenkins would never stop searching,

and I wasn't safe at the Academy Club.

He knew my patterns. It would only be

a matter of time before he'd catch me there.

There were hotels,

but they would be more dangerous.

I couldn't go back to my apartment,

and I couldn't risk confiding in anyone.

That's when I decided

on George's summerhouse.

Three quarts of vodka, 3 quarts

of Scotch. Do you have any bouillon cubes?

Yeah, for soup or broth.

You know, chicken, beef, vegetable.

Well, which is clearest? Clearest.

Which is most transparent?

I'm looking for clear foods here.

No coloring. Easy to digest.

My doctor says I gotta eat

clear foods. I'm all gas.

Hold on a minute, will you?

What's that, George?

Mr. Talbot says, could you please charge it

to his account? 37 Beachfront Lane.

Thank you very much. Yeah,

tell the kid to come in the front door.

Anybody home?

Hello?

Hey, dickwad.

I had to put the old Nick Halloway

behind me.

I'd create a new identity,

go underground.

- Morning.

- Morning.

Get myself a secure place

where Jenkins would never find me.

I could play the market

by phone.

All I needed was a name on a brokerage

account and a couple of bucks to start with.

I would become the invisible tycoon,

and then...

Then I would make them pay.

All of them.

They would rue the day

they tangled with Nick Halloway.

- Wow, George. It's beautiful.

- Yeah. Everybody needs a place to get away.

- Recharge the batteries.

- Lf you can get here.

- We got here, didn't we?

- Yeah, we did, but that traffic...

Now half the day is gone.

Get in. We'll drive

back to the city.

Sh*t, George.

What are you doing here?

- Just forget it. We're here, all right?

- That's what I said.

God! The silence.

And the air out here.

It makes me think of children

and the Fourth of July.

I like it better in the wintertime.

It gets so crowded in the summer.

This is the first chance I've had to relax

since I've been back. Thanks, George.

It's so stuffy in here.

It smells like somebody had a fire.

- Subletting to someone?

- What the hell is going on?

- I haven't been here since January.

- I think we should have a look around.

Is there a gun in the house?

Goddamn it!

Somebody's been

wearing my clothes!

- This is certainly peculiar.

- What?

Everything's here, my hidden key is missing,

and the Jacuzzi's on the timer.

All right, I don't like this.

This is making me very nervous.

Whoever it is,

they left you fully stocked.

Someone put food

in my refrigerator?

There's some nice stuff in here.

There's a bottle of Montrachet.

That's why I love Marin County.

You get a better class of burglar.

It's gotta be my brother Chuck.

He must have split up with Kathleen again.

Oh, great.

Wyborowa, 100 proof.

Chuck drink this?

No.

But I know who does.

Halloway's in trouble.

I spoke to a pencil pusher at some

government agency I never heard of.

He asked me the same

personal questions about Nick...

...the SEC did when

Charlie Randolph got busted.

There's a lot of confusion over

at Shipway & Whitman.

When a guy's been working there

Roger Whitman's got auditors

looking to see if anything's missing.

Do you really think he's a thief?

Didn't strike me as the embezzler type.

Knowing Nick, he probably came here

to shack up with somebody's wife.

- Lf that's all it was, he would have called me.

- Why don't we just change the subject?

Wherever he is, I'm sure Nick would love

to know we're talking about him.

I think Halloway got

in a lot of trouble...

...came out here, got nice and loaded

and walked into the ocean one day.

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