Nightwatch Page #2

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OK, so what are the stakes?

If I lose, I marry Marie.

You lose, you marry Katherine.

What?

- Why?

- It's some fun!

You are totally insane.

No, I'm not.

Sh*t.

Sh*t, the lights.

Weren't you afraid?

No. No. And then I saw these tubs.

There was something in them.

Spare parts.

I saw shadows or something.

I don't know.

That's really sick.

You're dead. What's it matter

what someone does to you?

I just think it's sick, OK?

I have to go to the bathroom.

Yeah, I'll go with you.

So, listen.

Yesterday,

I'm down in Camden near Hyde.

I see this

very attractive-looking girl

standing at a bus stop, right?

But I notice she doesn't get

on any of the buses.

So?

Come on, counsellor.

She was a prostitute.

Seventeen years old. Joyce.

How do you know all that?

Excuse me, those are my quarters.

I got the next game.

- Tough sh*t.

- All right, I'll get the manager.

I'm gonna go get Satan.

- It's OK.

- Sure?

Yeah.

Let us just play one game

then you guys can play, all right?

Why you look so scared?

I'm just kidding. You all right?

What did you do to him?

Shake my hand.

I'll just play one game, OK?

I'm sorry.

Damn, baby.

Do fries come with that shake?

Please, get out of my way.

Maybe we should do something, huh?

Let me know if you're interested

in nine inches.

I'm very interested in nine inches

but not in f***ing you three times

to get it.

Such nasty things

coming from such a pretty mouth.

Where you going?

Did I hurt your feelings? B*tch.

Hi. I hope our little altercation

didn't interrupt your beer-drinking.

We were just discussing

if we should do something.

- Let's go.

- No. We're gonna stay.

No, we're not.

I didn't mean you and me.

I meant me and Martin.

Just a little while.

- A**holes.

- I hope you know what you're doing.

You know, if this was the movie and

you were playing the exciting guy...

you'd go over

and show those guys up.

James. James.

James!

Four, quadruple, Jack.

- What are you doing?

- Getting ready.

- For what?

- You challenged me.

I take it back.

We're not in grade school.

You can't take it back.

James, don't...

Excuse me.

Hi. I wanted to thank you.

What in the f***

is you talkin' about, fool?

I wanted to thank you. You know how

long we've been looking for you two?

You're not telling me I'm the first

person to approach you about this?

I'm serious. You guys are gonna be

on talk shows forever.

- Talk shows?

- Oprah, Phil, Sally. You name it.

You like Ricki Lake?

What the f*** are you talking about?

When I say we've been looking

for two guys like you, I mean it.

- No one's approached you about this?

- No, nobody's approached me.

That's unbelievable.

Un-f***ing-believable.

You go on these talk shows -

and there'll be a lot,

you're gonna be

on the road for weeks.

These guys will ask

the same opening questions.

Maybe we should run through it now,

just so you're prepared, huh?

OK.

Yeah? All right, great.

It's a multipart question,

so answer carefully.

Now, we know for certain

that your parents communicated

through a series

of clicks and grunts.

What we wanna know is how and when

did you acquire

the facility of speech?

All right? Were you the only one in

your group to exhibit this facility?

And when did the majority

of your body fur fall out?

Answer the third part first.

Sure.

Come on back. Let's play some pool.

Where you going?

- Non-verbal communication...

- You motherf***er!

- Let's do it. Come here!

- You can't be domesticated.

God! Did you see their faces?

That was great!

"When did the majority

of your body fur fall out?"

Did you see them?

- F***!

- You all right?

- Goddamnit.

- Are you hurt?

Let's get out of here.

You know, I f***ed her.

Who?

The hooker, Joyce. I f***ed her.

You f***ed a prostitute?

Jesus, what was it like?

It was fascinating.

She did everything I asked.

Everything.

I'd say, "Stand over there,"

she'd say, "Yes, Martin. "

I'd say, "Lay down,"

she'd say, "Yes, Martin. "

What?

- I told her I was you.

- You said you were me. Why?

How would she know

who the f*** you are?

Back at the bar,

you were excited by that.

It was a rush. You felt good.

You felt alive, didn't you?

- Yeah, sure.

- I didn't feel anything. Nothing.

A year ago, I would've felt like you.

I would've felt hyped up, flushed.

But, it's like

my tolerance is increasing

and I can't get that feeling any more

and I have to get that feeling.

I just don't get that feeling

and I need it.

I have to, too.

Do you?

Challenge me.

- OK, do it with Joyce.

- What?

- Do it.

- Yeah, yeah!

Come on. What, do you think

this is just for fun?

And we invite her out, OK?

- Katherine.

- Katherine will never know. Come on.

Find an excuse, OK? Friend?

Buddy?

OK.

You told her you were me? F***.

Why do you have to rehearse

in the morning?

Alan likes morning rehearsals.

- Yeah? Well, that guy's a moron.

- Well, he speaks highly of you.

Like I said, the guy's a genius.

- Come on. You know I can't be alone.

- You can.

You got bad breath.

Call me tonight.

You'll be asleep.

Wake me.

Sh*t.

- Did I scare you?

- No.

I'm sorry. Inspector Cray.

Martin Bells.

- You new here?

- Yeah.

- Law school?

- Yeah, yeah. Last semester, I hope.

That's fascinating for some reason.

It has something to it.

He's dead and he's going to die.

I think his name was Louis Paine,

if I'm not mistaken.

Sitting on death row, waiting.

We could really use one right now.

- A death row?

- No, a murder.

Wait a minute. There's been another?

They're bringing her in now.

- Have you been in there?

- No.

- You should have a look.

- Nah.

No, you should. Otherwise you'll just

be haunted here working at night.

Nothing cures a fantasy

like a quick dose of reality.

You think so?

Go on.

OK.

Are you all right?

It was just feet. Just feet.

Yeah.

I've been meaning to ask

what they do with them.

By the way, I saw you on TV.

Yeah? How was I?

- Are you on to him?

- We're getting closer.

How do you know

it's just the one guy?

- Can I trust you?

- Well, yeah, absolutely.

Can I trust you with

a bit of privileged information?

- Yeah.

- He has a signature.

- Signature?

- He takes their eyes.

- Good evening, guys.

- This one just quit smoking.

Deputy Inspector Bill Davies,

this is the new night watchman.

- What's your name again?

- Martin Bells.

Deputy Inspector Bill Davies.

Bill, Bells. Bells, Bill.

Most people,

when they see something like this,

their immediate reaction is to ask,

"How could somebody do this and why?"

Even when we catch the killer,

they want to know the how and why.

In movies or television, the killer

always explains the how or why.

He always has some reason, however

crazy. A mad gleam in his eye.

I've interrogated murderers

like this one before.

Let me tell you, they are well beyond

the need to justify what they do.

They just do it.

Explanations are just a fiction

to make us feel safe.

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