The Watcher Page #5

Help me. Help me.

Help me!

Hi, Joel.

How's the heart, pal?

Here.

You want a beer?

It would make it feel better.

Stop.

Here.

Tell me something.

Did you move 2,000 miles to live

near this woman's grave?

You did, didn't you?

Man, you've gotta

get out more.

I mean, is this

a satisfying relationship?

You know, she loves me.

She's decomposing.

She loves me.

She's decomposing.

What are we doing here? What is this?

You here to give yourself up?

Why didn't you tell anyone

you were f***ing her?

Just 'cause she was married?

We don't seem to be communicating.

Let me be clear with you.

I have no problem with shooting

you dead where you sit.

Well, you do

have one problem.

If I'm dead,

your friend Polly is going to meet

a rather gruesome fate...

involving candlelight and quite

a large pool of kerosene.

And you know something about

attractive women burning, don't you?

Tell me, what was it like?

Could you smell

her flesh burning?

You've already killed her.

Come on. You know me

better than that.

That's not even her blood.

Take me to see her then.

Oh, I don't know about that.

Can't we just sit here

for a little while and talk, Joel?

We'll talk once I see her.

I just need to know if there's

anything to talk about.

Go on, take it.

I just need to see that

she's all right, then we'll talk.

Well, fine.

Let's go.

It's good to see you, Joel.

It really is.

Wow, it's loaded.

We're going to make it

through this, aren't we, Joel?

I think that's more

up to you than it is to me.

You look older

since you were in L.A.

You're a good friend.

You're like a brother to me.

Did you know that?

Do you have any real

brothers or sisters?

What the fu- What is that?

I'm trying to have

a real conversation,

and you're psychoanalyzing me.

- What are you, Dr. Polly now?

- I was just curious.

Look at me when I talk to you.

You're trying to control this situation.

Stop trying to control this situation.

Can't you just leave your job

out of this? Just this once?

I'm telling you. I think you're spending

too much time with that Polly b*tch.

What do you need?

I want you to think

about what you need.

It's up to me to try and get that

and make an exchange.

Anything you need

for Ms. Beilman's safety.

What I need is you.

Hold on.

Hello.

I knew if I just came here

and talked to you in person,

you'd understand me

better, Joel.

F*** me, he's got

Campbell! Trace it!

You were the only one

who thought about me,

who really knew me.

For a long time,

I was the only one you had.

And then you met Lisa.

Pull in here.

Give me a second.

Give me a second.

Okay, he's about 20 miles

north of the city.

Yeah, you're gonna have to do

better than that. Now come on.

No sh*t! Give me another minute

and we'll have his exact location.

I got him! I got him.

He's right on the water.

Come on in.

Polly, Joel.

Joel, Polly.

She freak out at a damaged life

like a jailbait in the park

A teenage wolf and a bloody knife

going down in the dark

How to make a monster baby

How to get it on

How to make a monster baby

How to get it on

Go, go, Zombie

Go, go, yeah, yeah, yeah

Go, go, Zombie

Go, go, yeah, yeah, yeah

Roots in hell and time will tell

if your baby is insane

A child bride with bloody eyes

and Satan on the brain

Wakey, wakey, Joel.

That hurts, doesn't it?

I've heard that flashing lights and

migraines don't go together at all.

You're no fun.

Oh, no, Polly. No, no,

I'm not gonna kill him.

We need each other.

We define each other.

We're... yin and yang,

black and white.

Isn't that right, Polly?

Polly?

I said, "Isn't that right?"

I don't understand

the question.

Did you or did you not, in your professional

opinion, reach the conclusion...

that Joel and I need each other in

order to give meaning to our lives?

Yes. Yes, but I-

See?

Take your f***ing

hands off her.

I said take your

f***ing hands off her.

Sit down, Joel.

Sit down.

I'll sit here and listen to you talk all

night. Just take your hands off her.

Come on, put the f***ing gun down.

We both know you're not gonna do it.

And why do we know that?

Because you can

only kill her once.

He's right.

Upsy daisy.

How's this for deja vu?

We've got the fire.

We've got the pretty girl.

Only instead

of bringing us together,

you move to Chicago.

The guilt must

have been unbearable.

Or something like that.

Is that what

you want me to say?

I feel guilty a woman is dead because

I made a terrible mistake.

No.

No, no.

That wasn't the mistake.

The mistake was turning back

instead of pouring all you had into us.

What do I want you to say?

I want you to say thank you.

I want you to say thank you for coming

here and saving your pathetic life.

David, do you know how many serial killers

are active in Chicago right now?

Five. In the Midwest,

at least a dozen.

I could work on any one of them

without even packing a bag.

You get hit by a bus on a Thursday,

I'm working on a new guy on Monday.

You're my job.

You're paperwork.

I can't believe you still don't know

who you're talking to.

No, no, no!

No, please don't-

I have to do this. He's not going

to understand anything else.

You heard him. "Paperwork. "

Thank you.

- What did you say?

- I said, "Thank you. "

Tell me again.

I said, "Thank you. "

Get out of here.

Let's go!

Run, run!

Joel! Joel!

Give me your hand!

Reach for it!

Ready? Reach.

Here you go.

You all right?

Give me that blanket.

Where's the girl?

Is she all right?

She's right over there.

- Let's get the f***ing body out.

- Okay.

It's never quite that easy.

You go through the door.

They're never just sitting there waiting for

you with a welcoming smile on their face.

The best you can do is hope they f*** up and

do what you can to be there when they do.

Time's up.

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