Death Watch (La Mort en direct)

Still having trouble with tears?

No, they stopped.

Can you feel any pressure?

In my eyes or in general?

No, there's no pressure anymore,

not even when I change focus.

That's good; it's healing.

Hey.

It's all right.

Like hell it is, turn the light on.

You can take a few minutes of dark

before there'd be any permanent damage.

Um, how many?

Never been done, has it,

this kind of thing?

No.

A few.

Well, let's keep a light on, thank you.

You should always carry a light source.

All this technology but it still comes down

to the basics, doesn't it?

It all depends on a $1.98 Everready.

Walk around like a boy scout.

What do you do during the nights?

I daydream.

No, I read, watch TV.

Have you been able to sleep?

Takes a bit of concentration, you know?

But yeah, I've been able to nap sometimes

and still keep my eyes open,

no problem with that.

Pills are working-- you don't get tired?

Nope.

I never did like to sleep much anyway.

Always afraid I'd miss something.

Well, when's my next tune up?

You won't need one.

I'm ready.

Mr. Ferra.

Mr. Ferra, why did you let them do that to you?

Let them?

This way I'll never forget how pretty you are.

What's he doing?

Yeah.

What the hell's going on?

He's having fun.

He told me he walked all that first day,

just walked, doesn't remember where.

He didn't come home.

No, why should he?

We haven't been together for almost three years.

Half of marriage is a habit anyway, don't you think?

Three years he must have made new habits,

broken old ones, like me.

No, not quite.

He asked me if it had made him different,

if I'd noticed any... change.

No, I don't think so.

I wanted it too much.

Want a beer?

Oh, cheers.

Okay.

Um, okay, you can stop now, okay?

So long, see ya.

Hey, Vincent.

How did you find me?

-I just have to -Or did you turn me on?

Yes.

Listen, we got a problem.

The guy who you're supposed to cover

died an hour ago.

Are you kidding me?

No.

We've got someone else that seems

very promising.

Who? Not that painter.

No, too much self pity,

like you said.

There she is.

What does she do?

Computer book.

Gorgeous.

She a programmer?

Well, bestsellers.

Here, let's talk in the car.

Troubles, troubles.

Hey, you going on safari?

What?

Man told me this was for relaxed weekends.

It's only Tuesday.

Yeah, computer book junk.

Vincent, how was the first stuff?

Beautiful.

Not too grainy?

No, perfect.

There was a few panning shots

that blurred when you were playing

around, but, uh, it was

gorgeous stuff, beautiful work.

Vince.

Hmm?

When did your handkerchief die?

What do you mean?

How are the kids?

Well, as can be expected,

Neils is out of school

with a sprained wrist.

How'd he do that?

I did it.

"'I don't need a man,'

she said indistinctly."

"'You're too much like a nun

in that black thing,'

he muttered."

"'I can't touch you when you look like that.'"

So?

So.

It reminds me of somebody I know.

She signed?

No, we haven't approached her yet.

I'd like to be there when you do.

I'd like to be there when you do.

I'd like to be there when you do.

Nervous?

It'd be nice if she does it.

What, break down?

I don't mind a certain amount of involvement.

I'd rather like her.

How's Tracy?

Have you seen her lately?

No, why?

Just wondering how she took the news

of your promotion.

Promotion?

No, she doesn't know anything about it.

Why, should she?

Good friends.

Mrs.Mortenhoe is here.

Send her in, please.

Remember, Doctor, I want this to be handled

very delicately.

I've done it before, you know.

It's my business.

No, Doctor, it's my business.

I don't want her just to be told.

I want her to be receptive.

Totally receptive.

Totally receptive.

Totally receptive.

Gets to you, doesn't it?

Is there enough light to cover

her entrance?

Mrs. Mortenhoe, Katherine,

come in.

Hello, Doctor.

How are things at Publishing House?

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

Thank Harriet.

Harriet.

Yes, my enemy, my machine.

You two still at war, then?

I think she's winning.

Ahh, that's because she doesn't run

herself down.

She's winning because everyone wants

to read how pretty everybody is

and the world.

Katherine...

The world's not such a bad place,

- hmm? - No.

But it's not as empty-headed

and undisturbed and cute

as Harriet thinks it is.

Is it, Doctor?

No.

Is that new?

What?

The mirror.

No, it's always been there.

- Please. - Thank you.

Great, huh?

What is it?

Were the last tests as bad

as the first ones?

You mentioned last time about, um,

forgetting names, dropping things.

Sometimes, so?

So I have terrible bis for broken dishes.

So what?

Seems you're dying, Katherine.

Hey, just because I forget a few names?

What do you mean, "It seems I am"?

You are dying.

You don't take good care of things.

Nobody's dying anymore,

not from sickness.

However, the surgeries, en masse,

cutting and stitching...