Narcopolis Page #4

- What?

'You heard me. '

- I was following up a lead.

- 'Your status is orange!

'You don't follow up leads

without checking in with me first!'

'Some of the Drecks are having a social

at the Bloodbuzz. Put in an appearance. '

- What, now?

- 'Yes, now. '

- But I've got work to do.

- 'It can wait. '

F*** me! It's the Lone Ranger!

Come here!

Everyone, this is my old buddy

Mr Frank Grieves!

We've met.

You gotta try this sh*t.

It's on promotion.

It's called a f***ing Smaquari.

- Old school.

- Whoo!

- What can I get you?

- Anything soft?

Like what?

Actually, don't bother.

Hey! What the hell?

Sorry, I thought you were

someone else.

All right, Daddy.

Let's get out of the ladies'.

It's all right. I got this covered.

- Are you Dreck?

- That's right.

- I thought we had an agreement.

- Not with me you don't!

- Hey, Frankie, what's going on?

- This isn't gonna happen.

You look like you need a hug.

Relax, brother. Everyone loves you.

I don't need your f***ing love!

Take him down! Take him down!

What the f*** are you looking at?

- You're early.

- I got bored. What have you got?

Suits me, don't you think?

Unfortunately, it's just a bracelet.

- I can just take it back.

- You don't need this.

- What do you need it for?

- Look at it. It's got a blank face.

Maybe we should call Eddie.

See what he thinks.

What are you doing?

No, don't, please.

Stop! Stop it!

- You're sick!

- Yeah?

After that sh*t you pulled in the tunnel,

what do you expect? A hug?

Well?

The watch is fitted

with some kind of safety device.

It works in contact with the owner.

Show me.

Give me your arm.

And turn.

There.

Come on!

- It's just a watch. Big deal.

- Oh, yeah, big deal.

But look at the date.

It just needs resetting.

- That's one explanation.

- What's the other one?

You wouldn't believe me.

- The watch isn't wrong.

- Yes, it is.

No, it's correct,

but not to you, not now.

- It hasn't been manufactured yet.

- Then where did you get it?

And the reason you can't find me

on your DNA network

is because the date of my birth

isn't due for another two years!

- There is no way you'll believe me.

- Damn right. Let's go.

Where are you taking me?

I put my job on the line

and this is what you give me?

Some bullshit junkie fantasy?

I'm turning you in.

Thanks for nothing!

Wait! I tell you everything I know.

You give me my money now.

I'll drop it by sometime.

What, what, what is this you write here?

You write this?

- Why? Do you know what it is?

- No, it's not a scientific term.

It's some kind of...

Sh*t!

F***!

You've gotta stop doing that!

I don't want any more stories

about 2044, watches or whatever.

I just want the truth.

I told you the truth.

- What does Morlock refer to?

- What?

Your fianc or whatever he was,

he had...

he had the word "Morlock"

imprinted in the proteins of his brain.

- Did you say Morlock?

- Yes.

Is that some kind of branding

or something?

Is that the name of this drug you're

both using? Was it an Ambro drug?

Or are they trying to get hold of it?

Answer me!

Morlock has nothing to do with the drug.

It's a word.

It means something else.

I don't have time

for your f***ing stupid games!

- What is it?

- It's impossible.

What's impossible? What's impossible?

If it doesn't mean a drug,

what does it mean?

Who are you?

Come on. Hurry.

Hurry up! Get in the car!

We've got him.

- 'What do you want me to do?'

- Does he have the girl?

- 'Yes. '

- We need her alive. Lose the Dreck.

What the hell's that thing doing?

F***!

Need a jump-start?

All right! How's the face?

What the f*** is that?

'It's a word.

It means something else.

'Who are you?'

Hello! Ben?

Is it Ben? How's it going, buddy?

I'm OK.

Would you like to see some magic?

- What?

- Magic. You know?

Now let me think.

Wasn't it your birthday this week?

How do you know that?

Don't worry.

That's not the magic. This is.

I- I-I'm not supposed to eat those.

My mum says.

It'll be our little secret.

I told you,

we don't want anything from you.

Sorry. Am I disturbing?

Family time?

My dad was supposed to come.

But he hasn't.

What a bummer.

I'm sorry about that.

It must be really hard

having to do this on your own.

Just give me five minutes.

That's all I ask.

- Yep?

- He wasn't at the wife's place.

- Well, stick around and keep watch.

- All right. All right, cool.

Where the f*** are you, Grieves?

They said you'd gone

on indefinite leave.

That you'd had a relapse,

that you'd molested some girl in a bar.

You can't go on like this.

OK, you have to turn yourself in.

They're searching for you in every corner

of the city. They will find you.

The police and Ambro

are in this together.

- What?

- They made a deal, Eddie.

Ambro have taken over

the Kindle district.

Whatever they are doing there,

they are willing to kill to protect it,

and they're using the police

to bury the evidence.

- Oh, Jesus, Frank.

- I think it's a drug.

The substance you found in the body.

I think Morlock is a drug.

An experimental drug.

- How do you know this?

- The girl!

I saw her.

They put a syringe... Some sort

of syringe, they put it in her eye.

- That's how they got it into the brain?

- Yes.

It would explain

the alloy traces on the body.

- Exactly. There was something else.

- What?

She was wearing a watch,

some kind of homing device.

She was wearing a watch

and the date on it was 2044.

- What?

- 2044, Eddie.

Well, that's 20 years from now.

Do you see?

No, I don't understand.

We were never supposed

to know about this...

But, Frank,

you never reported any girl.

- No one saw any girl.

- F*** that!

They're from the future, Eddie.

If we wanna identify the body,

we need to start looking for a child,

not a grown man!

You said it yourself. He was 29.

He was f***ing 29.

If he's from 2044...

You're the f***ing scientist, Eddie.

Please...

Look, I got my transfer, OK?

In 12 hours, I'm on a plane out of here.

I don't wanna be a part of this any more.

Can you explain Morlock to me? Hmm?

You need help, Frank, OK?

There are people who can do that.

That's where I'm going.

Come and visit when you're better.

Hey.

Is it true?

Have we done a deal with Ambro?

Ooh. Who've you been talking to?

Where is he?

I don't know.

Please.

I got my transfer.

So I heard, yeah.

'Only Ambro products carry

with my personal guarantee.

'Ambro... playing safe. '

It's all right.

There's a box in Ben's room.

I need to get it.

He wouldn't believe me

you weren't coming.

He waited up for you

until he couldn't stay awake any more.

I had to carry him into his room

in the clothes he chose specially.

I even caught him tidying up for you.

God, he's nine years old,

he should be light-hearted!

He should be carefree and happy.

He should not be dealing with this sh*t

that you dump on us every single day!

And now you're here

for some stupid box?

- Who the hell do you think you are?

- I'm sorry, Angie.

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