Memoirs of an Invisible Man Page #5

Oh, come on. Nick's way too narcissistic

to kill himself.

He'll probably wash up on the shore one day

all bloated and eaten by crabs.

Richard!

How can you say these things?

I thought you were Nick's friends.

It's just...

I don't know.

I got a real funny vibe,

like he's dead.

Well, why don't you have

a sance, Richard.

Get out your Ouija board and call up

his spirit from the dead. I'm going to bed.

George...

Seems to me, if he was gonna

commit suicide in my house...

...he'd have the common decency to leave

a note or clean up a little first.

Laugh, but I'd be careful mocking

what you don't understand.

Nick! Nick! If you're here with us,

Nick, give us a sign.

Jesus! You bastard!

He could have been channeling

through me!

Sh*t!

Losing weight, Richard?

- So much for my good friends.

- Ellen, you wanna get the lights, please?

- Night.

- Good night, you two.

- Well, I'm not really that tired, are you?

- Yeah. I'm exhausted.

Yeah, me too. Meet you on the beach

for a swim, bright and early?

Sure. Sleep well.

I remember feeling

an enormous sense of relief...

... that she didn't let him

into her room or kiss him.

Alice, are you decent?

Yes.

- What is it?

- I was saving this till I sold my novel.

You're a broker, not a novelist.

Actually, I'm starting it this summer,

but I've got it all worked out in my head.

This is really sweet,

but not tonight. I'm tired.

Oh, just a short one. Come on.

I really admire what you do.

You're so unlike all the other women

I meet. You don't seem...

...caught up in the bullshit.

- Not yet anyway.

Richard...

I'm really gonna have to say

good night.

There's something I haven't told you.

My wife left me three months ago.

God, I'm such a mess.

Can't work, can't sleep.

Richard, don't cry.

I'm sure it's what's best for her.

- And you.

- I need you!

Richard, stop!

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I don't know what came over me.

Maybe I misunderstood the situation

this weekend.

I'm sorry if you thought

that we were...

- This is awkward.

- Just forget it happened.

- Don't tell anybody I cried, okay?

- Okay.

Good night.

About the time she fell asleep,

I stopped kidding myself.

I was nuts about her.

Why couldn't I have met her a year ago?

Probably would have messed it up.

Right here. Set it down.

Quick. Hurry up.

Yeah. Got it.

- Wait a minute, George.

- What?

Just pin my arms down.

Good. Okay.

Wait a minute.

Could you just squeeze my butt?

Yeah. That's it.

Okay.

Wait a minute. No, George...

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- God.

Fate was cruel.

Well, that was memorable.

Just give me 10 minutes.

Look at the moon or something.

That night, I moved to the house

down the beach.

The next day, I decided to call her.

Hello?

Hello?

- Alice?

- Yes.

I need to talk to you.

Who is this?

It's Nick. Nick Halloway.

Remember me?

Nick Halloway. Is this a joke?

Listen, please don't tell anybody.

I'm in the gray-and-white house

down the beach.

I'll leave the door open for you.

Can you come down here, please?

Please, Alice.

Hello?

Hello?

Back here.

Nick?

Alice, don't be afraid.

It's me, Nick.

- Were you in an accident?

- Yeah.

Oh, what happened?

Were you burned or something?

You want to sit down?

No.

Where the hell did she run to?

Bodega Bay?

It's been over two hours.

You never know.

Attractive girl, jogging alone.

I wouldn't worry about that, George.

She's as strong as an ox.

I will not allow you to turn this

into another fiasco.

- Like you did in Iran.

- I'm getting the job done.

I'm your section head!

I gave you this chance!

Wachs was supposed to be

in Washington two days ago.

- Where the hell is he?

- Wachs is sequestered.

I'm not convinced he's been entirely

forthcoming with us. Now calm down.

Trust me.

All right. When do I get him?

- When I'm convinced.

- No.

- When do I get the invisible man?

- He may be here still, but I doubt it.

- I'll get him soon. Very soon.

- I hope so. It's my ass on the line.

I won't justify these expenditures

and methods with no results!

I want him, and if I don't get him...

...you will be the next person

to disappear.

Perhaps a reminder of the state of things

might be in order.

I'm the one that kills people, Warren.

Not you.

And if you screw up on me...

...I will cut off your testicles,

fry them...

...and Morrissey here

will have them for lunch.

Nick, maybe this isn't

the right thing to do.

Running and hiding.

Maybe you should be in the hospital.

Not a chance.

They know every move I make.

Besides, there's nothing a doctor can do.

I feel normal.

I probably could use a shave,

but who's gonna notice?

For years, women have been telling me

they can see right through me. Christ!

Can I touch you?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

You do need a shave.

I never realized how important it is

to be seen.

You know? Acknowledged.

You start questioning whether

you exist at all.

Oh, Nick.

I guess I forgive you

for standing me up.

The last thing you want to do

is watch me eat.

So how can I help you?

Open a brokerage account and buy me 2000

shares of a stock called Allied Resources.

- Having seconds?

- Yeah. I suddenly got hungry again.

Must have been all that running

you did this afternoon.

Must be.

Well...

I'll just take this up to my room and...

I'm going to turn in early.

See you in the morning.

I can get the broker to buy stock

without you having to spend any cash.

Okay.

You'll play what's called a "float."

I trade through you and stockpile money.

I cut you a check for half,

and I'm out of your life.

Were you in here last night?

Who? Me?

You mean last night, in this room?

- Nothing would have happened, you know.

- Oh, hey, I know that.

Did you hang around afterward?

Alice, I didn't see a thing.

I had my hands over my eyes.

Of course, you can see

right through them.

Good night, George.

This has been a terrific weekend.

- I'm glad at least you got laid.

- Well, it was only Ellen.

I think you're crazy, letting her stay here.

She's a family friend.

Should I say no?

You told me you heard two voices

coming out of her room.

Suppose she's really schizo?

Ah, George.

You're the best. This will be the perfect

place for me to get some work done.

I left the number of a good therapist.

If you feel like talking,

she's very understanding.

She's helped Richard a lot.

Thanks, George.

Good to know

Richard's getting some help.

Chuck, it's George.

Wanna hear a hot one?

Guess who broke into my house

and ran up $500...

...on food and booze on my accounts.

Nick Halloway.

No, he's not dead. He's on a binge.

- This is ridiculous.

- No, it is not.

Just let me finish.

You owe me a meal anyway.

I'm sure you have better things to do,

places to go, people to see.

First of all, I don't have

better things to do.

I'm in between projects right now...

...and I'm not seeing anybody.

That's an understatement.

It's a hell of a lot more comfortable

than that Ace bandage.

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