The Watcher Page #2

I'd like to know if you think

you can handle it on our end.

I know that in L.A.-

Oh, no, this isn't L.A.

It's not my job anymore.

You know what? The only reason that

your burnt-out, messed-up ass...

is standing in my office is because you

had a three-year head start on us.

This perp is dead set on putting

you in the middle of this sh*t,

whether we like it or not.

You're right. The field office

in L.A. has the relevant files.

I can't tell you anything

that's not in them.

I'm sorry.

Mike. Excuse me.

Mike, we got several sets of prints off

the FedEx envelope and the photo itself.

I'm sorry. This is none of

my business, but, uh,

you can run the prints.

You're gonna get me, the driver,

three guys from the warehouse,

Santa Claus...

a whole bunch of elves.

Definitely not this guy.

Who the hell is that?

Run it.

Yes, sir.

Ooh-ooh

Can't anybody see

Well, you're young.

Do you plan to live on

disability your whole life?

I take 200 milligrams of Seconal just so I

can sleep two and a half hours a night.

Twice a day, I take

and 20 milligrams of lotensen

for high blood pressure.

I self-inject migraine medicine

whenever the f*** I please.

They don't...

mix well with work.

Hmm.

Maybe you're just afraid.

F***in' right.

I am afraid.

Okay.

Let's talk about that.

I go places,

and I forget why I'm there.

I miss exits

on the freeway.

I'm lucky to... find my way home

from the grocery store.

And if I do, then...

most of the time

I've forgotten my groceries.

But yet, you make it

here every week.

Twice a week.

Yeah.

You do.

What if the next picture that

arrived was of your daughter?

Would you really want me

to be the one looking for her?

Yes.

Yes... I would.

From this moment

How can it feel

This wrong

- Hello.

- Hi. It's me.

Me?

Me who?

It's freaking cold here.

Why'd you move here?

What the f***

do you want from me?

You hardly leave your apartment.

And when you do, it's to eat...

at that same terrible Vietnamese

restaurant night after night.

You seem so bored.

I was expecting a warmer welcome.

I didn't f***in'

ask you here, did I?

The guy they

replaced you with-

I tried to make it work, but we just

didn't see eye to eye at all.

I was going to quit the game entirely, but

then I thought, "Chicago's not so bad. "

At least you didn't move

to New Jersey, right?

Yeah.

So, why don't you

grab a pen?

I'll give you the name and number of

the... agent that's on your case.

You can... share your inner turmoil

with him 'cause I don't give a sh*t.

I know your job is hard, Joel,

so I'm willing to take steps to try

and make things work between us.

- What are you talking about?

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