The Midnight Meat Train Page #2

...will be on that surveillance tape.

Do you sell your photos?

What? Yes, but not like this.

Police calls mostly.

Erika's a pretty big model.

Tabloids be interested in these.

Really? I wouldn't know.

- Is that so?

- Yeah. I wasn't stalking her...

...if that's what you're indicating.

Look, I... I saw these guys.

I thought that they looked

suspicious, so I followed them.

But you did continue to photograph her?

Well, yeah, yeah, but...

I guess so, but...

Why?

When you come up

with an answer, call me.

What?

It's nothing.

I didn't imagine you to be...

- ...the person that would say, "whoa."

- I'm not.

I don't.

I haven't said it since high school.

But that's how good it is.

I'm having a group show

in three weeks.

Get me two more images that strong...

...and you'll be a part of it.

Okay.

Oh, good.

Without your unconditional

love and support...

...and without you finally introducing

me to one of your contacts...

I can't believe you made me wait

so long.

none of this would have been possible.

I love you both.

- Cheers.

- Cheers.

- Now, I must depart.

- What? No.

- What? Where are you...? What?

- Two more images.

That's not tonight. No.

Why can't...?

- Two more shots. That's all I need.

- What about these shots?

Hey, tell your wife to relax.

Sweetie, I take the train every day.

Safer than walking.

But you hear these stories.

That was ages ago. Look, no graffiti,

air conditioning works.

You can understand the conductor.

It's a new century.

We're getting at off the next stop,

so you can do what you want...

...but we're getting off, okay.

All right, fine. You know what?

We can go back to my place...

...and Leigh here can cook us...

- ...a nice romantic dinner for three.

- Did we just miss our stop?

- You'd have to talk my wife into bed.

- You're into it.

- Randle.

- Wait a second, honey.

You know, it's cheap wine.

Cheaper than the plate.

- Maybe if you didn't sleep...

- Randle.

- What?

- What trips me out...

Randle!

Randle!

No!

Why are you doing this?

No!

I'm sorry, mister, I...

I just wanted a picture of you.

Sometimes I don't know

what I'm thinking.

- Hey, buddy?

- What?

Mind if I take a look?

- Officer, you can't do that.

- Yes, I can.

Orange Alert and above,

I can search whatever I want.

How do I know

you don't got explosives?

It's a camera.

Yeah. Life's like a box of chocolates.

What the hell is going on?

Supposed to be a local.

This is a citizen's arrest.

Damn.

Damn!

I'm gonna shove

that hammer up your ass!

I'm very disappointed in you, Mahogany.

Clean up the mess.

Jeez.

God.

- How'd you get in here?

- The spare key.

Okay, before you freak out...

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