Reach Out And Touch Crazy
Judith goes to the nearest pub, asks for a vodka tonic, and spots Johnny Tyler. He smiles and gets up to leave, embarrassed about their bad date, and after a moment, she offers him a pint. He protests briefly, and then gives in. "And a pint for the gentleman," Jude says breezily. I don't think it's such a light thing for her. I think she knows they wouldn't get Mark Benton to play Johnny if he weren't a big deal. I think even now she's being a detective and looking at the whole mystery, of which Steve is now officially just part. I think she's clever.
The policeman is like, so you got access to the stadium and whatever? So this riot waiting to happen is your fault? Steve asks him for a sec, starts throwing that charm around, and Dillane offers that it is not a really good idea, but Steve begs, in that schizoid way, for just two minutes. "And then you can arrest me if you still want." Have you ever been in a clinical environment? You cannot say no to a schizophrenic. They warp the world around them; it's because they have to. It's horrible. The cops give him two minutes. "Bingo," he says. And smiles.
Johnny tells Jude that he works around the corner, in a print shop. "Lucky seeing you again," he starts, and she puts up the wall: "Just the one drink, then I'm off." He goes into it -- "Used to that..." -- and she shuts him down: "Oh, don't start." There's a second of near-anger, the snake behind it, and then Johnny's sorry. He launches into his litany: "Not a surprise, is it? Size of me." She agrees that being a fat-ass does not make it easier. He tells this awful story about how he gets dressed up every time, S'mints in every jacket, but once she sees him, one drink and she's off. (Tip: Canal Street, at least for now. Whole different mess of biscuits over there. Trust me.) "And then I go home," Johnny murmurs, eyes gone silver, "To satisfy myself over some whore in a jizz mag." (I have no idea what he actually calls it, but it seems to be about that gross, considering the worried look Jude shoots him.) "That's who we are, Judy: life's lost. Evil's such a lazy thing...God's got everything. Life, and love...And we're the opposite. We've got nothing, so we hitch a ride...Useless souls. We're waiting for you, Judy." She jumps up, scared, and the lights leave him. The bartender throws Johnny out, and he tosses some generic nastiness over his shoulder about "Suppose a shag's out of the question," even though Jude needs it.