Nightworld Page #5

van parked outside.

All moved in?

- Are you spying on me, Zara?

- No, I, (laughs) there's

nothing else to do

around these parts

except watch people.

(soft jazz music)

So, tell me, Brett,

how does an American

man wind up in Bulgaria

working as a security guard?

- It's a long story,

but the short version is

is once upon a time I

was a cop in Los Angeles.

So a security job seemed to fit.

- And you what, came to Bulgaria

just to watch other

people's stuff? (laughs)

- Not exactly.

I flew in from Varna.

That's where I live.

Well, lived.

- Live, lived?

- It's a long story,

(laughs) like I said.

I retired there.

- A little young to be

retired, aren't you?

- I'll take that as a

compliment, thank you.

- Did you know

that your building

is quite famous

around these parts?

There are a lot of history

behind those walls.

- Yes, so people

keep telling me.

- I've only ever read about it,

never actually been inside but,

this place has weathered

a lot over the years.

- Never been inside?

- [Zara] Uh, no.

- Well, maybe sometime

you can come by,

I could show you around.

I mean, it's pretty

spectacular inside.

It would also liven up what

is usually a very boring day.

Call me and we'll

set something up.

- I would if I had your number.

- Let me see your phone.

(phone softly beeps)

Well, now you do.

(gate creaks)

(intense dramatic music)

(phone alerts)

(suspenseful bass booms)

What the...

(eerie suspenseful music)

(phone ringing)

- [Jacob] Ya?

- Yeah, um, I was told to call

this number if something...

- [Jacob] What's the

problem, Mr. Anderson?

- Uh, (laughs) well,

actually I'm not sure.

I'm not even positive

I saw something,

it's just that...

- I'm on the way, Mr. Anderson.

Meet me at the front

of the building in,

shall we say, 15 minutes?

- Sure.

Who is this I'm talking to?

Hello?

Hello?

- Wait please.

Mr. Anderson?

- Uh, yeah.

Sorry, I didn't realize--

- Don't worry, Mr. Anderson,

you are not the first.

And you certainly

won't be the last.

Jacob.

- Pleasure to meet you, Jacob.

- He's been paid, Mr. Anderson.

- It's Brett.

- Ah.

Well then, Mr. Brett,

would you be so kind

as to escort me downstairs

to the basement?

- Absolutely.

This way.

Watch your step.

- I wasn't always blind

during my time here.

Ah, I remember it like

the back of my hand.

- I'm sorry, you worked here?

- For some time, yes.

What did the camera record?

And again, I remind you,

Brett, please, in detail.

- It's just a blur.

I mean, it looked

like the shadow

of something moving really fast.

I tried to play it back slowly

and I couldn't

make anything out.

- I'm going to need

you to play it back.

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