Let Us Prey Page #2

His wife's certainly not up to the task.

- Is he another regular?

- He's clockwork.

And I guarantee, in the morning,

she will drop the charges.

Unfortunately, a common problem.

Meaning?

In abusive relationships.

That right, Constable?

The little girl that came back,

came here.

The world is full of evil.

Police stations doubly so.

Hey, hey, easy fella. This way.

Hey, Sarge? We found him.

Ah, you must be the new girl.

Mundie.

We met earlier.

I... was only playing, you know?

Mmm. Nice work, Mundie.

Heggie? Warnock.

Is this your boy? Six feet,

bearded, well out of it.

Yeah, he's the one.

Stepped right out in

front of a car, didn't you?

Yeah, well he's certainly had a knock.

We found him wandering.

He was right there,

just vanished.

- It's adrenaline I guess.

- Yeah, but adrenaline wears off.

Better call to Dr. Hume.

His number's on the wall.

What's your name, sir?

Yeah, he's eh... He's no' one for

shooting the breeze, Sarge.

Hi, I'm calling from the police station,

we have an injured man

here who needs attention.

Your name, friend?

To be honest, I think he may be

a bit pretty nut, boss.

It looks like a concussion.

- Thank You.

- What - Is - Your - Name?

On your very first day, too!

I keep telling you. It's the uniform!

So... he likes a girl in uniform, eh?

Looks like it.

But I prefer it if she's got nothing

on but handcuffs and the hat,

but you know...

Don't make me restrain you, man!

Down, boy!

So we're all playing Doctors

and Nurses now, are we?

Where is he?

Patient's that way, doc.

His injuries seem superficial.

No sign of intoxication.

So is that it then?

Well he certainly has an air about him.

In my opinion, I'd say "yes".

His silence could be voluntary.

Night in the cells it is then.

What for? The inability to talk?

So we'll call it vagrancy.

Besides, he's already stepped in

front of one car tonight, hasn't he?

Until you've established who he is,

I think it's probably best he stays here.

Any luck with a name, Constable?

No. No wallet, no ID, no phone, no keys.

Just this book, which is full of names.

But which one's his?

If any. Could be he's just

copied down the phonebook, no?

That's obsessive.

There are little symbols, little signs.

It must mean something to him.

Told you. The boy's "Radio Rental"!

That's something nice for you to

check out then, isn't it Heggie?

Figure it out! Try the loony bins.

See if it isn't a secure

wing missing it's diarist.

Well, I've certainly never seen him around.

It is unusual, even if it

is such a... one horse town.

And it was a pale f***ing horse.

What was that?

What did he just say?

Doctor Hume?

- He knows.

- Knows what?

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