The Voices Page #4

- Did you hear that?

I earned the right

to be called a good boy.

You earned the right

to be hit by a mini-van.

Knock, knock.

- Hey, Jerry.

- Hey, Lisa.

What's up, big guy?

I was over here.

Just thought I'd see

what you're up to.

I'm trying to figure out

how to get out of here early.

Early?

Shoot, man.

It's past 5:
00 now.

Oh.

- Do you wanna get a drink?

- Yeah, uh-huh.

You wanna go to TGI Fridays?

Fridays kind of sucks

on Tuesdays.

We could go to David's, though.

It's cool.

You'll really like it.

- Good. Yeah.

- Okay.

You wanna... now?

- Yeah, now.

- Yeah.

Yeah.

If you're ready, I'll...

The divorce was final

in September or something.

I mean, it went,

like, really quickly

because I basically

agreed to everything.

You know, he got the house

and the car and I got the cat.

What kind of cat?

Um, I don't know.

Like a black and white.

It's a rescue.

It's cute.

Are you good with cats?

No, the real question

is are cats good with me?

Because they pretty much own

us, not the other way around.

Oh, my God, yeah.

- Right?

- You've got that right.

Yeah, I mean, if I don't give

my cat everything he wants,

it's just like, watch out.

Yeah, yeah. Me, too!

Me, too. Me, too.

Yeah, I tried switching

to dry cat food.

He was not having it.

He tore up my couch.

- No.

- I know.

- Serves me right, though.

- They're very demanding, huh?

Yeah.

- What's your cat's name?

- Mr. Whiskers.

And he is a son of a b*tch.

- How about you?

- Pig Head.

'Cause...

that's what he is...

a pig head.

- Oh.

- Pig Head.

He's so cute, though.

Do you wanna meet him?

Yeah.

He's probably tearing up

my apartment right now.

Oh, now?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

O- okay.

Uh, yeah, okay,

if you're okay to drive.

I'm just gonna go

to the bathroom.

- Yeah, okay.

- Okay, I'll be right back.

I'm not, um,

in the habit of...

going home with somebody

after one date, you know.

I... but...

um, sometimes you just gotta

say, "what the hell," I guess.

Yeah, you just gotta cut loose.

Oh, actually, I'm...

I'm that way, actually.

Can we go...

can we go somewhere else?

Where?

- It's a surprise.

Where are we?

This is where I grew up.

It's beautiful.

You think so?

Yeah, this is so romantic.

What did you guys grow?

Hah. Nothing.

My stepdad had big plans,

but he was gone

all the time with the Army.

- And my mom... well, she pretty much...

- What was she like?

Uh, German.

Beautiful...

but mostly sad.

Why was she sad?

He made her choose

between leaving him

and leaving Berlin.

She spent the rest of

her life homesick.

You okay?

Huh.

That was my favorite window.

I spent a lot of time there.

You didn't have any friends?

No, not really.

They called...

the kids called me

"Gesundheit"

and "Fahrvergngen"

and the "The Ultimate

Crying Machine. "

- Kids are cruel.

- I know.

I used to...

I used to sit there

and I would look up at the...

at the night sky

and I'd make believe that

the stars were my friends.

That's stupid, huh?

- No, it's sweet.

- Oh.

They're coming for me, Jerry.

I'll...

I'll stop them.

It's too late.

They already know.

I told them.

What...

what did you tell them?

I told them

that sometimes I can hear

the secret conversations

of the world.

Things no one else hears.

The animals...

the angels talking to me.

Sometimes I hear them,

too, Mom.

I know you do, Jerry.

Never tell anyone.

I told them

and they won't let me alone.

Promise me you'll never tell.

- Promise.

- I-I promise.

Never.

They don't understand.

They can't understand.

What's that sound?

It's the hospital people...

and they have the sheriff

with them.

- I can't go back.

I can't go back.

I can't go back.

I can't go back.

I can't go back.

Finish it.

Finish it.

Finish it, please.

Jerry, finish it, please.

Please.

Please, Jerry...

finish it, please.

Jerry.

What is it?

My... my mom... my mom died

up in that room.

- Sorry... I'm sorry.

- No, don't be.

Hey.

It's okay.

It's just...

I'm s... sad.

Take me home...

Hey.

Thanks.

That was

a wonderful night, Jerry.

I think so, too.

I'm really glad

you asked me out.

Me, too.

You're so mysterious, you know.

The first time

you came up to Accounting

I could tell there was

something deep about you.

Hmm.

You seem a million miles away.

What's on your mind?

This night turned out differently

than I was expecting.

- Different good?

- Definitely.

- I don't feel alone.

- Me, neither.

We have to get going.

Work. Oh.

- Yeah. I know.

- Oh.

It seems like the last thing

I wanna think about.

I know. I gotta go home

and feed my cat and dog.

They're gonna be

furious with me.

- Do you want me to give you a ride?

- No, it's okay.

- I'll walk.

- Yeah?

Yeah. Come up

to Accounting later.

Just pretend you're

delivering something.

We can make out

in the copy room.

- I'll try.

- Okay.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Bye.

- Bye.

Who's a good boy?

Who's a good boy?

- I want to smell her crotch, Jer.

- Come, here. Hey, sit.

Where the f***'s my food,

f*** face?

Aw, I had the best night

of my whole life.

Mwah!

Who's a good boy?

Yeah.

Oh. Oh.

Food.

Hey, Mr. Whiskers.

Food. Now.

I left you a little gift

on the sofa.

A reminder why you can't

leave us alone without food.

Jerry.

Hey.

Get me a friend!

- What am I supposed to do?

- I do not know.

- Pretend everything's fine.

- Really?

Well, it got you this far,

didn't it?

I guess so.

- Hey, Jerry?

- What?

They need you up in Accounting.

Some problem with

payroll or something.

Okay.

I found some irregularities

in your records.

We need to do an audit.

- What?

- Come on.

- Close the door.

- Close the door.

Come here.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh, thanks, Jerry.

Jerry was just, uh...

he just faxed...

uh, fixed the copier.

I can make a copy later.

I gotta...

I'm gonna go.

Okay.

- Lisa, you dog.

- Woof, woof.

Hey, are you

still doing payroll?

Yeah, I'm a payroll lifer.

Why?

Can you give me

Jerry's address?

I wanna bring him

a gift or something.

Like a whoopie cake.

It's nothing.

Or you could just ask him.

I want it to be a surprise.

Please?

That's a lot of cheese sandwiches

to eat in one sitting. 41?

And that tiny Sonya Thomas

always wins.

And now a grimmer story.

A woman murdered...

her partial remains

dumped in the woods.

- So sad.

- So terrible.

Reporter Sheila Hammer

has an Action One News

exclusive.

The grisly discovery Tuesday

near Milton

of an unidentified

female stabbing victim

has local police on the hunt

for a serial killer.

Jerry, you're a serial killer.

- Sheriff Weinbacher.

- No, he isn't.

- Shh!

- Now, with the aid of the FBI

we have developed a profile

of the unknown killer.

Male, late 20s or early 30s,

white,

lower-middle class.

- Trouble fitting in.

- That's you, Jerry.

- Can I have an autograph?

- Shh!

Will he kill again?

Well, if he's not stopped

soon, every indication is...

he will kill again.

You hear that, punk?

No, no, no.

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