The Night Watch Page #2

join the bloody club.

Do you ever...

think about it?

The scrubs, our life there?

Life?!

Living death more like.

How was it for you...

after you got out?

I sort of lost my bearings.

I had to get away,

so I did a stint up north

for a refugee charity.

Salving my conscience

you might say.

Jews mostly, from

all over Europe.

God, what those people

have been through.

They told me terrible things.

They told me

wonderful things too.

The unexpected

goodness of people.

Their courage and...

I started writing

down their stories.

Selling them to the newspapers.

I struck lucky, The West London

Gazette took me on a reporter.

Nothing earth shattering.

Anyway, it's you I

want to hear about.

How's that sister

of yours doing?

I remember her from

the prison visits.

Viv, isn't it?

She works in Soho now,

one of those...

introduction agencies.

Still living at home

with she and your dad?

No, I'm in... digs

just round the corner.

Off Wood Lane.

So close to the Scrubs?!

Half the reason I

left London was to get

away from the stench

of that BLOODY place.

You should do the same Duncan.

Make a fresh start somewhere.

Nothing to keep you

here, is there?

Ah, so there is someone

to keep you here?

You'll have to ask me

back so I can meet them.

I'll worm it out

of you eventually.

Coaxing information out of

people is my stock in trade now.

I never take no for an answer.

Top up?

Duncan?

Duncan!

Duncan!

Duncan!

'How about this one?'

26 years old, ex-commando,

awarded the Victoria Cross.

Is that a glass eye?

How thrilling!

PHONE RINGING:

Do you suppose he

takes it out at night?

West End Introduction Agency?

Hello, gorgeous. Listen, it has

to be Thursday instead of tonight.

The wife's roped me into some damn

cocktail do with the neighbours.

What time Thursday sir?

Seven o'clock, usual place?

I'm counting the

minutes, my love.

Daddy! Daddy!

Do you have an appointment?

You need to fill this in,

as much detail as you can.

Actually, I'm not here after

a date, it's you I want.

Viv, isn't it?

Robert Fraser?

I shared a cell with your

brother in the Scrubs.

I ran into him the other day.

I'm concerned about him.

As I'm sure you are.

The cafe, at the top

of Poland Street.

I finish in 20 minutes.

I'll see you there.

Duncan never said

you were married.

I'm not.

Look, I know it's queer,

me dropping into your life out

of the blue like this, but...

when I saw Duncan with

Mundy the other night...

You went to their house?

I mean, Mundy, of all people!

Didn't he get enough

of him in prison?

A boy like Duncan, it's...

just not right is it?

A boy like him!

Why not just say what you mean?

And why do you suddenly

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