Nightwatch Page #3

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Because if it can't be explained,

then it's just meaningless chaos.

It could touch any one of us

at any moment.

Which is exactly what it is.

I would have been sick.

I have a high tolerance

for that stuff.

I still think it's weird.

- Why?

- You don't think it's weird?

Why shouldn't I see the body?

I work there.

How do you know it's the same guy?

Some of us just know.

What is that supposed to mean?

Nothing. I'm sworn to secrecy.

- Come on.

- I can't tell you.

Wait a minute. You can't tell me?

Katherine, you wouldn't want to know.

Believe me.

Jerk.

- Duty nurse.

- This is night watchman from 03.

- The alarm just went off.

- The alarm?

The alarm from the morgue went off.

- What was that?

- The alarm from the morgue.

- Oh, well...

- Well?

You should just

go and check it, then.

The doctor will be there

in about 30 minutes.

What! But what if it...?

Just go down and check it out

and find the defect.

What if it's not a defect?

Don't worry. It is.

You crazy bastard! You're insane!

What the hell are you doing?

- Who do you think you are?

- I couldn't help it.

- I almost had a heart attack.

- But you didn't.

Christ, I almost sh*t myself!

How the hell did you get in here?

The front door doesn't close right

and you're buried in that book.

I stood and watched you

for five minutes!

You scared ten years off my life.

I called the duty doctor.

They're gonna think I've gone crazy.

You know, it's a really

beautiful place you got here.

It's cosy!

I talked to Joyce.

Remember, your name is James.

I can't handle

any more of your ideas.

All you have to do is show up.

I promise.

Dress nice.

Like I'm gonna tell Katherine

I'm dressing nice to study with you.

Tell her that we're studying opera.

Figaro. Figaro. Figaro.

You're a f***ing nutcase!

That's Mr F***ing Nutcase

to you, pal!

Where's the fire?

It was my f***in' alarm clock.

I'm sorry. What a shock.

- Can I offer you something?

- Excuse me?

Have you ever spent any time

with the Zine family?

What?

Thorazine, Stelazine, Compazine...

No!

They're really very nice.

They will make you sing hymns while

you watch a baby fall under a train.

No, thank you. I'm fine. Thanks.

Listen, we don't have time

for screwed-up kids.

Just don't freak out again.

OK?

Those'll kill you.

Thank you.

She's probably not coming.

Impatience is

an early indicator of boringness.

- "Boringness"? That's not a word.

- Here we go.

Joyce. Friend to the working man.

Good luck, James.

Oh, my God. Oh, Jesus.

- Hello.

- Hi.

- I'm Joyce.

- I'm James.

Good evening.

Allow me to congratulate you both.

- Congratulate us?

- On your engagement.

Why, thank you.

- Would you care to order now?

- Sure.

I didn't get a chance to...

I think we'll have the cod fish.

- Very good.

- I don't like fish.

Oh, of course.

Well, the filet mignon.

How would you like those?

- Medium.

- Rare.

- Rare.

- Of course. Thank you.

So, where do you come from?

Home.

Oh, no, I meant...

San Diego.

Wow, San Diego.

- How did you get here?

- Walked.

No, I meant from San Diego.

Drove.

- Do you like it here?

- It's OK.

I was on my way to Nepal.

Nepal? Wow. What's in Nepal?

Monks.

Oh, right.

What are you doing?

Martin said

I had to do it right away.

Martin said.

You called?

No. Actually, we're fine.

I'm sorry, sir, but I'm gonna

have to ask you to leave.

What?

Excuse me. Can I have a word, please?

Just for a second.

You went too far this time, "Martin".

What do I... What do I owe you?

Fifty.

Cheers.

I don't drink. It makes me sick.

Really?

How much to drink a glass of whisky?

Twenty.

Twenty bucks? Yeah? OK.

Whoa, wait.

I didn't say how big it would be.

Bottoms up.

I guess you hear

that phrase quite a bit.

Joyce, you're dribbling.

That wasn't part of the deal.

All right.

I'll give you $100.

$100, if you can tell me

that you love me...

- I love you.

... and make me believe it.

- I love you.

- No, come on.

It's too fast. Didn't ring true.

I didn't believe it. Did you?

- I don't...

- OK, I'll add another 50.

That's all my allowance now.

It's all yours

if you can make it sound real.

- I love you.

- No. Come on.

- I love you.

- No, make me believe it.

- I...

- Make it sound real.

I love you.

No.

I didn't believe it. Sorry.

How you feeling, Joyce?

OK.

- Why do you take all this sh*t?

- What's it to you?

- Tell us about your customers.

- Why?

Tell us about your clients,

the weird ones. Tell us what they do.

- Why?

- Curiosity.

Answer the f***ing question.

One dresses up like a baby

and makes me change his...

That's not weird enough.

- One guy makes me pee...

- Weirder.

One guy makes me pretend I'm dead.

Yes!

He covers me in a sheet and puts

a tag on my toe and then he...

Then he what?

- Then he...

- Then he what?

Tell us what's wrong, Joyce.

My friend, Leanne,

brought the psycho home.

And?

And she...

They...

- I'd rather not.

- Tell us.

No. Please, can I go now?

Please, tell us.

They made me identify her body.

He took her eyes.

Could there be a relation between

the guy that makes you pretend...

What the hell do you care?

Can I go now?

You think you've met him?

Can I go now?

How was your evening?

OK, you know. Typical James.

- I don't know how Marie takes it.

- Me neither.

Who's Joyce?

Joyce?

I don't know. Why?

She called late, asking for you.

For me?

Yes.

I don't know.

I don't know who that could be.

Did she say what it was about?

No.

- She leave a number?

- No.

I don't know.

Here's Johnny!

And the question still remains,

ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

what did the defendant know?

When did he know it?

And if he's so f***ing smart...

- Hello.

- Have you been here?

- I can't hear you.

- Have you been here?

Come to think of it,

I'm not even home. Leave a message.

The boy who cried zombie.

Just you wait.

She's down there.

OK, which one was it?

Think you can still remember?

- It was the prostitute.

- Prostitute.

Well, good morning, Miss Singer.

This young man claims

that you've been up and about.

Well, isn't that strange?

She appears to be as dead

as a f***ing doornail.

But I saw her there.

I saw her like I'm seeing you.

Hello? Miss Singer?

Hello! Is this thing on?

Still dead.

Listen. I saw...

- What's going on?

- Sorry, Inspector,

but I thought

I might need some backup.

- Did you have a problem?

- Yeah! I saw this...

His problem is he's under-medicated.

I saw her in the hallway.

I've gotten rid of people

for much less.

This is like one of those

movies on the USA Network.

- What do you mean?

- The hero sees something weird

and then no one will believe him.

You know, sometimes, Martin,

when you get overly tired,

the lines get a little blurry.

No, but I saw it.

- Now that guy thinks I'm crazy.

- No, no, no. Forget the doctor.

I think he has too much access to

the medicines he freely prescribes.

You saw what you saw.

Here, Martin.

You can always reach me here.

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