It's just like on TV! And that is the most superlative compliment Archie can think of for anyreal-life event. Except this is just like on TV but better. It's very modern. It's so well designed youwouldn't want to breathe in it, no matter fart in it. There's these chairs, plastic but without legs,curved like an 5; they seem to work by means of their own fold; and they fit together, about twohundred of them in ten rows; and they snake around you when you sit in them soft yet supportive!
Comfy! Modern! And you've got to admire folding like that, Archie thinks, lowering himself intoone, a far higher level of folding than he'd ever been involved with. Very nice.
The other thing that makes it all better than TV is it's full of people Archie knows. There'sMillboid at the very back (scoundrel), with Abdul-Jimmy and Abdul-Colin; Josh Chalfen nearer themiddle, and Magid's sitting up at the front with the Chalfen woman (Alsana won't look at her, butArchie waves anyway because it'd be rude not to) and facing them all (near Archie Archie's got thebest seat in the house) sits Marcus at a long long table, just like on The V, with microphones allover it, like a bloody2 swarm3, the huge black abdomens4 of killer5 bees. Marcus is sitting next to fourother blokes, three his age and one really old bloke, dry-looking desiccated, if that's the word. Andthey've all got glasses to a man, the way scientists do on the telly. No white coats, though. All verycasual: V-necks, ties, loafers. Bit disappointing.
Now he's seen a lot of these press conference larks7, Archie has (weeping parents, missing child,or, conversely, if it was a foreign-orphan-scenario, weeping child, missing parents), but this is milesbetter because in the centre of the table is somethingquite interesting (which you don't usually get on TV, just the weeping people): a mouse. Quite aplain mouse, brown, and not with any other mice, but it's very active, scurrying9 around in this glassbox that's about as big as a television with air holes Archie was a bit worried when he first saw it(seven years in a glass box!), but it turns out it's temporary, just for the photographs. Irie explainedthere's this huge thing for it in the Institute, full of pipes and secret places, space upon space, so itwon't get too bored, and it'll be transferred there later. So that's all right. He's a cunning-lookinglittle blinder too, this mouse. He looks like he's pulling faces a lot of the time. You forget how alertlooking mice are. Terrible trouble to look after, of course. That's why he never got one for Irie whenshe was small. Goldfish are cleaner with shorter memories. In Archie's experience anything with along memory holds a grievance10 and a pet with a grievance (that time you got the wrong food, thattime you bathed me) just isn't what you want.
"Oh, you're right there," agrees Abdul-Mickey, plonking himself down in the seat next to Archie,betraying no reverence11 for the legless chair. "You don't want some resentful fucking rodent13 on yourhands."Archie smiles. Mickey's the kind of guy you want to watch the footie with, or the cricket, or ifyou see a fight in the street you want him to be there, because he's kind of a commentator14 on life.
Kind of a philosopher. He's quite frustrated15 in his daily existence because he doesn't get muchopportunity to show that side of himself. But get him free of his apron16 and away from the oven,give him space to manoeuvre17 he really comes into his own. Archie's got a lot of time for Mickey. Alot of time.
"When they gonna get on wiv it, then?" he says to Archie. "Taking their time, eh? Can't look ata mouse all bloody night, can you? I mean, you get all these people here on New Year's Eve, youwant something resembling entertainment.""Yeah, well," says Archie, not disagreeing but not completelyagreeing either, "I spe ct they've got to go through their notes and that.. Snot like just getting upand telling a few howlers, is it? I mean, it's not just about pleasing all the people all of the time,now, is it? It's Science." Archie says Science the same way he says Modern, as if someone has lenthim the words and made him swear not to break them. "Science," Archie repeats, handling it morefirmly, 'is a different kettle offish."Mickey nods at this, seriously considering the proposition, trying to decide how much weighthe should allow this counter argument Science, with all its connotations of expertise18 and higherplanes, of places in thought that neither Mickey nor Archie has ever visited (answer: none), howmuch respect he should give it in the light of these connotations (answer: fuck all. University ofLife, in nit and how many seconds he should leave before tearing it apart (answer: three).
"On the contrary, Archibald, on the bloody contrary. Speeshuss argument, that is. Commonfucking mistake, that is. Science ain't no different from nuffink else, is it? I mean, when you getdown to it. At the end of the day, it's got to please the people, you know what I mean?"Archie nods. He knows what Mickey means. (Some people Samad for example will tell you notto trust people who overuse the phrase at the end of the day football managers, estate agents,salesmen of all kinds but Archie's never felt that way about it. Prudent19 use of said phrase neverfailed to convince him that his interlocutor was getting to the bottom of things, to thefundamentals.)"And if you think there's any difference between a place like this and my cafe," Mickeycontinues, somehow full throated and yet never increasing above a whisper in terms of decibel,'you're having a laugh. "Sail the same in the end. "Sail about the customer in the end. Exemplifrickin' gratia: it's no good me putting Duck a. I'orange on the menu if nobody wants it. Vis-a-vis,there's no point this lot spending a lot of money on some clever ideas if they'renot going to do some nicking good for someone. Think about it," says Mickey, tapping histemple, and Archie follows the instruction as best he can.
"But that don't mean you don't give it a bloody chance," continues Mickey, warming to histheme. "You've got to give these new ideas a chance. Otherwise you're just a philistine20, Arch. Now,at the end of the day, you know I've always been your cutting-edge type of geezer. That's why Iintroduced Bubble and Squeak21 two years ago." Archie nods sagely22. The Bubble and Squeak hadbeen a revelation of sorts.
"Same goes here. You've got to give these things a chance. That's what I said to Abdul-Colinand my Jimmy. I said: before you jump the gun, come along and give it a chance. And here theyare." Abdul-Mickey flicked23 his head back, a vicious tick of recognition in the direction of hisbrother and son, who responded in kind. They might not like what they hear, of course, but youcan't account for that, can you? But at least they've come along with an open mind. Now, mepersonally, I'm here on good authority from that Magid Ick-Ball and I trust him, I trust hisjudgement. But, as I say, we shall wait and see. We live and fucking learn, Archibald," says Mickey,not to be offensive, but because the F-word acts like padding to him; he can't help it; it's just a fillerlike beans or peas, 'we live and fucking learn. And I can tell you, if anything said here tonightconvinces me that my Jimmy might not have sprogs wiv skin like the surface of the fucking moon,then I'm converted, Arch. I'll say it now. I've not the fucking foggiest what some mouse's got to dowith the old Yusuf skin, but I tell you, I'd put my life in that Ick-Ball boy's hands. I just get a goodfeeling off that lad. Worth a dozen of his brother," adds Mickey slyly, lowering his voice becauseSam's behind them. "A dozen easy. I mean, what the fuck was he thinking, eh? I know which oneI'd've sent away. No fear."Archie shrugs24. "It was a tough decision."Mickey crosses his arms and scoffs25, "No such thing, mate. You're either right or you ain't. Andas soon as you realize that, Arch, suddenly your life becomes a lot fucking easier. Take my word forit."Archie takes Mickey's words gratefully, adding them to the other pieces of sagacity the centuryhas afforded him: You're either right or you ain't. The golden age of Luncheon27 Vouchers28 is over.
Can't say fairer than that. Heads or tails?
"Oi-oi, what this?" says Mickey with a grin. "Here we go. Movement. Microphone in action.
One-two, one-two. Looks like the man neth begin nethuy> I'.. . and this work is pioneering, it is something that deserves "public money and public attention, and it is work the significance of which overrides29, in anyrational person's mind, the objections that have been levied30 against it. What we needWhat we need, thinks Joshua, are seats closer to the front. Typical cuntish planning on the partof Crispin. Crispin asked for seats in the thick of it, so FATE could kind of merge31 with the crowdand slip the balaclavas on at the last minute, but it was clearly a rubbish idea which relied uponsome kind of middle aisle32 in the seating, which just isn't here. Now they are going to have to makean ungainly journey to the side aisles33, like terrorists looking for their seat in the cinema, slowingdown the whole operation, when speed and shock tactics are the whole fucking point. What aperformance. The whole plan pisses Josh off. So elaborate and absurd, all designed for the greaterglory of Crispin. Crispin gets to do a bit of shouting, Crispin gets to do some waving-of-gun,Crispin does some pseudo-Jack Nicholson-psycho twitches34 just for the drama of it. FANTASTIC.
All Josh gets to say is Dad, please. Give them what they want, though privately35 he figures he'llhave some room for improvisation36: Dad, phase.
I'm so fucking young. I want to live. Give them what they want, for Chrissake. It's just a mouse .. .
I'm your son, and then possibly a phoney faint in response to a phoney pistol-whip if his fatherproves to be hesitant. The whole plan's so high on the cheese factor it's practically Stilton. But itwill work (Crispin had said), that stuff always works. But having spent so much time in the animalkingdom, Crispin is like Mowgli: he doesn't know about the motivations of people. And he knowsmore about the psychology37 of a badger38 than he will ever know about the inner workings of aChalfen. So looking at Marcus up there with his magnificent mouse, celebrating the greatachievement of his life and maybe of this generation, Joshua can't stop his own perverse39 brain fromwondering whether it is just possible that he and Crispin and FATE have misjudged completely.
That they have all royally messed up. That they have underestimated the power of Chalfenism andits remarkable40 commitment to the Rational. For it is quite possible that his father will not simplyand unreflectingly save the thing he loves like the rest of the plebs. It is quite possible that lovedoesn't even come into it. And just thinking about that makes Joshua smile.
'.. . and I'd like to thank you all, particularly family and friends who have sacrificed their NewYear's Eve ... I'd like to thank you all for being here at the outset of what I'm sure everybody agreesis a very exciting project, not just for myself and the other researchers but for a far wider ..."Marcus begins and Millat watches the Brothers of KEVIN exchange glances. They're figuringabout ten minutes in. Maybe fifteen. They'll take their cue from Abdul-Colin. They're followinginstructions. Millat, on the other hand, is not following instructions, at least not the kind that arepassed from mouth to mouth or written on pieces of paper. His is an imperative41 secreted42 in thegenes and the cold steel in his inside pocket is the answerto a claim made on him long ago. He's a Pandy deep down. And there's mutiny in his blood.
As for the practicalities, it had been no biggie: two phone calls to some guys from the old crew,a tacit agreement, some KEVIN money, a trip to Brixton and hey presto43 it was in his hand, heavierthan he had imagined, but, aside from that, not such a head fuck of an object. He almost recognizedit. The effect of it reminded him of a small car-bomb he saw explode, many years ago, in the Irishsection of Kilburn. He was only nine, walking along with Samad. But where Samad was shaken,genuinely shaken, Millat hardly blinked. To Millat, it was so familiar. He was so unfazed by it.
Because there aren't any alien objects or events any more, just as there aren't any sacred ones. It'sall so familiar. It's all on TV. So handling the cold metal, feeling it next to his skin that first time: itwas easy. And when things come to you easily, when things click effortlessly into place, it is sotempting to use the four-letter F-word. Fate. Which to Millat is a quantity very much like TV: anunstoppable narrative44, written, produced and directed by somebody else.
Of course, now that he's here, now that he's stoned and scared, and it doesn't feel so easy, andthe right-hand side of his jacket feels like someone put a fucking cartoon anvil45 in there now he seesthe great difference between TV and life, and it kicks him right in the groin. Consequences. Buteven to think this is to look to the movies for reference (because he's not like Samad or MangalPande; he didn't get a war, he never saw action, he hasn't got any analogies or anecdotes), is toremember Pacino in the first Godfather, huddled46 in the restaurant toilet (as Pande was huddled inthe barracks room), considering for a moment what it means to burst out of the men's room andblast the hell out of the two guys at the checkered47 table. And Millat remembers. He remembersrewinding and freeze-framing and slow-playing that scene countless48 times over the years. Heremembers that no matter how long you pause the split-second of Pacino reflecting, no matter howoften you replay the doubt that seems to cross his face, he never does anything else but what hewas always going to do.
'.. . and when we consider that the human significance of this technology .. . which will prove, Ibelieve, the equal of this century's discoveries in the field of physics: relativity, quantummechanics .. . when we consider the choices it affords us ... not between a blue eye and a brown eye,but between eyes that would be blind and those that might see .. ."But Me now believes there are things the human eye cannot detect, not with any magnifyingglass, binocular or microscope. She should know, she's tried. She's looked at one and then the other,one and then the other so many times they don't seem like faces any more, just brown canvaseswith strange protrusions, like saying a word so often it ceases to make sense. Magid and Millat.
Millat and Magid. Majlat. Milljid.
She's asked her unborn child to offer some kind of a sign, but nothing. She's had a lyric49 fromHortense's house going through her head Psalm50 63 early will I seek thee: my soul thirtieth for thee,my flesh longethfor thee .. . But it asks too much of her. It requires her to go back, back, back to theroot, to the fundamental moment when sperm51 met egg, when egg met sperm so early in this historyit cannot be traced. Irie's child can never be mapped exactly nor spoken of with any certainty. Somesecrets are permanent. In a vision, Me has seen a time, a time not far from now, when roots won'tmatter any more because they can't because they mustn't because they're too long and they're tootortuous and they're just buried too damn deep. She looks forward to it.
"He who would most valiant53 be. "Gainst all disasterFor a few minutes now, beneath Marcus's talk and the shutters54 of cameras, another sound(Millat in particular has been attunedto it), a faint singing sound, has been audible. Marcus is doing his best to ignore it and continue,but it has just got considerably55 louder. He has begun to pause between his words to look around,though the song is clearly not in the room.
"Let him with constancy, follow the master ...""Oh God," murmurs56 Clara, leaning forward to speak in her husband's ear. "It's Hortense. It'sHortense. Archie, you've got to go and sort it out. Please. It's easiest for you to get out of your seat."But Archie is thoroughly57 enjoying himself. Between Marcus's talk and Mickey's commentary,it's like watching two TVs at once. Very informative58.
"Ask Irie.""I can't. She's too far in to get out. Archie," she growls59, lapsing60 into a threatening patois61, 'youkyan jus led dem sing trew de whole ting!""Sam," says Archie, trying to make his whisper travel, "Sam, you go. You don't even want to bein here. Go on. You know Hortense. Just tell her to keep it down. "Sjust I'd quite like to listen to therest of this, you know. Very informative.""With pleasure," hisses62 Samad, getting out of his seat abruptly63, and not troubling to excusehimself as he steps firmly on Neena's toes. "No need, I think, to save my place."Marcus, who is now a quarter of the way through a detailed64 description of the mouse's sevenyears, looks up from his paper at the disturbance65, and stops to watch the disappearing figure withthe rest of the audience.
"I think somebody realized this story doesn't have a happy ending." As the audience laughslightly and settles back into silence, Mickey nudges Archibald in his ribs66. "Now you see, that's a bitmore like it," he says. "A bit of a comic touch liven things up a bit. Layman's terms, in nit Noteverybody went to the bloody Oxbridge. Some of us went to the '
"University of Life," agrees Archie, nodding, because they were both there, though at differenttimes. "Can't beat it."Outside: Samad feels his resolve, strong when the door slammed behind him, weaken as heapproaches the formidable Witness ladies, ten of them, all ferociously67 be-wigged, standing68 on thefront steps, banging away at their percussion69 as if they wish to beat out something more substantialthan rhythm. They are in full voice. Five security guards have already admitted defeat, and evenRyan Topps seems slightly in awe70 of his choral Frankenstein's monster, preferring to stand at adistance on the pavement, handing out copies of the Watchtower to the great crowd heading for Soho.
"Do I get a concession71?" inquires one drunken girl, inspecting the kitschy painting of heaven onthe cover, adding it to her handful of New Year club fliers. "Has it got a dress code?"With misgivings72, Samad taps the triangle-player on her rugby forward shoulders. He tries thefull range of vocabulary available to an Indian man addressing potentially dangerous elderlyJamaican women (iflcouldplease sorrypossiblypleasesorry you learn it at bus stops), but the drumsproceed, the kazoo buzzes, the cymbals73 crash. The ladies continue to crunch74 their sensible shoes inthe frost. And Hortense Bowden, too old for marching, continues to sit on a fold-up chair,resolutely eyeballing the mass of dancing people in Trafalgar Square. She has a banner between herknees that states, simply,THE TIME IS AT HAND Rev12. 1:3"Mrs. Bowden?" says Samad, stepping forward in a pause between verses. "I am Samad Iqbal.
A friend of Archibald Jones."Because Hortense does not look at him or betray any twinge of recognition, Samad feels boundto delve75 deeper into theintricate web of their relations. "My wife is a very good friend of your daughter; my step-niecealso. My sons are friends with your'
Hortense kisses her teeth. "I know fe who you are, man. You know me, I know you. But at dispoint, dere are only two kind of people in de world.""It is just that we were wondering," Samad interrupts, spotting a sermon and wanting to sever76 itat the root, 'if you could possibly reduce the noise somewhat... if only '
But Hortense is already overlapping77 him, eyes closed, arm raised, testifying to the truth in theold Jamaican fashion: Two kind of people: dem who sing for de Lord and dem who rejeck 'im at deperil of dem souls."She turns back. She stands. She shakes her banner furiously in the direction of the drunkenhordes moving up and down as one in the Trafalgar fountains, and then she is asked to do it againfor a cynical78 photo-journalist with a waiting space to fill on page six.
"Bit higher with the banner, love," he says, camera held up, one knee in the snow. "Come on,get angry, that's it. Lovely Jubbly."The Witness women raise their voices, sending song up into the firmament79. "Early will I seekthee," sings Hortense. "My soul thirsteth for thee, my flesh longeth for thee in a dry and. thirstyland, where no water is .. ." Samad watches it all and finds himself, to his surprise, unwilling80 tosilence her. Partly because he is tired. Partly because he is old. But mostly because he would do thesame, though in a different name. He knows what it is to seek. He knows the dryness. He has feltthe thirst you get in a strange land horrible, persistent81 the thirst that lasts your whole life.
Can't say fairer than that, he thinks, can't say fairer than that.
Inside: "But I'm still waiting for him to get to the bit about my skin. Ain't heard nothing yet,have you, Arch?""No, nothing yet. I spe ct he's got a lot to get through. Revolutionary, all this.""Yeah, naturally .. . But you pays your money, you gets your choice.""You didn't pay for your ticket, did you?""No. No, I didn't. But I've still got expectations. The principle's the same, in nit Oi-oi, shut it aminute ... I thought I heard skin just thenMickey did hear skin. Papillomas on the skin, apparently82. A good five minutes' worth. Archiedoesn't understand a word of it. But at the end of it, Mickey looks satisfied, as if he's got all theinformation he's been looking for.
"Mmm, now that's why I came, Arch. Very interesting. Great medical breakthrough. Fuckingmiracle workers, these doctors."'.. . and in this," Marcus is saying, 'he was elemental and indispensable. Not only is he apersonal inspiration, but he laid the foundations for so much of this work, particularly in hisseminal paper, which I first heard in .. ."Oh, that's nice. Giving the old bloke some credit. And you can tell, he's chuffed to hear it.
Looks a bit tearful. Didn't catch his name. Still, nice not to take all the glory for yourself. But thenagain, you don't want to overdo83 it. The way Marcus is going on, sounds like the old bloke did everything.
"Blimey," says Mickey, thinking the same thing, 'fulsome84 praise, eh? I thought you said it wasthis Chalfen who was the Mr. Big.""Maybe they're partners in crime," suggests Archie.
'.. . pushing the envelope, when work in this area was seriously underfunded and looked toremain in the realms of science fiction. For that reason alone he has been the guiding spirit, if youlike, behind the research group, and is, as ever, my mentor85, a position he has filled for twenty years now"You know who my mentor is?" says Mickey. "Muhammad All. No question. Integrity of mind,integrity of spirit, integrity ofbody. Top bloke. Wicked fighter. And when he said he was the greatest, he didn't just say "thegreatest"."Archie says, "No?""Nah, mate," says Mickey, solemn. "He said he was the greatest of all times. Past, present,future. He was a cocky bastard86, All. Definitely my mentor."Mentor .. . thinks Archie. For him, it's always been Samad. You can't tell Mickey that, obviously.
Sounds daft. Sounds queer. But it's the truth. Always Sammy. Through thick and thin. Even if theworld were ending. Never made a decision without him in forty years. Good old Sam. Sam the man.
'.. . and so if any one person deserves the lion's share of recognition for the marvel87 you seebefore you, it is Dr. Marc Pierre Perret. A remarkable man and a very great.. ."Every moment happens twice: inside and outside, and they are two different histories. Archiedoes recognize the name, faintly, somewhere inside, but he is already twisting in his seat by then,trying to see if Samad is returning. He can't see Samad. Instead he spots Millat, who looks funny.
Who looks decidedly funny. Peculiar88 rather than ha-ha. He's swaying ever so slightly in his seat,and Archie can't catch his eye for a you-allright-mate look because his eyes are locked on tosomething and when Archie follows the path of this stare, he finds himself looking at the samepeculiar thing: an old man weeping tiny tears of pride. Red tears. Tears Archie recognizes.
But not before Samad recognizes them; Captain Samad Miah, who has just stepped soundlesslythrough the modern door with its silent mechanism89; Captain Samad Miah, who pauses for amoment on the threshold, peers through his reading glasses, and realizes that he has been lied to byhis only friend in the world for fifty years. That the cornerstone of their friendship was made ofnothing more firm than marshmallow and soap bubbles. That there is far, far more to ArchibaldJones than he had ever imagined. He realizes everything at once like the climax90 of a badHindi musical. And then, with a certain horrid91 glee, he gets to the fundamental truth of it, theanagnorisis: This incident alone will keep us two old boys going for the next forty years. It is thestory to end all stories. It is the gift that keeps on giving.
"Archibald!" He turns from the doctor towards his Lieutenant92 and releases a short, loud,hysterical laugh; he feels like a new bride looking at her groom93 with perfect recognition just at themoment when everything between the two of them has changed. "You two-faced buggering bastardtrickster misa mata, bhain chute, shora-baicha, syut-mo rani hara am jadda .. ."Samad tumbles into the Bengali vernacular94, so colour fully26 populated by liars95, sister-fuckers,sons and daughters of pigs, people who give their own mothers oral pleasure .. .
But even before this, or at least simultaneous with this, while the audience looks on, bemusedby this old brown man shouting at this old white man in a foreign tongue, Archie senses somethingelse going on, some movement in this space, potential movement all over the room (the Indian guysat the back, the kids sitting near Josh, Me looking from Millat to Magid, Magid to Millat, like anumpire) and sees that Millat will get there first; and Millat is reaching like Pande; and Archie hasseen TV and he has seen real-life and he knows what such a reach means, so he stands. So he moves.
So as the gun sees the light, he is there, he is there with no coin to help him, he is there beforeSamad can stop him, he is there with no alibi96, he is there between Millat Iqbal's decision and histarget, like the moment between thought and speech, Like the split-second intervention97 of memoryor regret.
At some point in the darkness, they stopped walking through the flatlands and Archie pushedthe Doctor forward, made him stand just in front, where he could see him.
"Stay there," he said, as the Doctor stepped inadvertently into a moonbeam. "Stay right bloody there."Because he wanted to see evil, pure evil; the moment of the great recognition, he needed to seeit and then he could proceed as previously98 arranged. But the Doctor was stooping badly and helooked weak. His face was covered in pale red blood as if the deed had already been done. Archie'dnever seen a man so crumpled99, so completely vanquished100. It kind of took the wind out of his sails.
He was tempted101 to say You look like I feel, for if there was an embodiment of his own poundingheadache, of the alcoholic102 nausea103 rising from his belly104, it was standing opposite him now. Butneither man spoke52; they just stood there for a while, looking at each other across the loaded gun.
Archie had the funny sensation that he could fold this man instead of killing105 him. Fold him up andput him in his pocket.
"Look, Tm sorry about it," said Archie desperately106, after thirty long seconds of silence. "War'sover. I've nothing against you personal .. . but my friend, Sam .. . well, I'm in a bit of a situation. Sothere it is."The Doctor blinked several times and seemed to be struggling to control his breathing. Throughlips red with his own blood he said, "When we were walking .. . you said that I might plead .. . ?"Keeping his hands behind his head, the Doctor made a move to get on his knees, but Archieshook his head and groaned107. "I know what I said .. . but there's no ... it's just better if I -' said Archiesadly, miming108 the pull of the trigger and the kick-back of the gun. "Don't you think? I mean,easier ... all round?"The Doctor opened his mouth as if to say something, but Archie shook his head again. "I'venever done this before and I'm a bit ... well, pissed, frankly109 ... I drank quite a bit ... and it wouldn'thelp .. . you'd be there talking and I probably wouldn't make head nor tail of it, you know, so .. ."Archie lifted his arms until they were in line with the Doctor's forehead, closed his eyes, andcocked the gun.
The Doctor's voice jumped an octave. "A cigarette?"And it was at that moment that it started to go wrong. Like it went wrong for Pande. He shouldhave shot the bloke then and there. Probably. But instead he opened his eyes to see his victimstruggling to pull out a battered110 cigarette packet and a box of matches from his top pocket like ahuman being.
"Could I please? Before .. ."Archie let all the breath he had summoned up to kill a man come out through his nose. "Can'tsay no to a last request," said Archie, because he'd seen the movies. "I've got a light, if you like."The Doctor nodded, Archie struck a match, and the Doctor leaned forward to light up.
"Well, get on with it," said Archie, after a moment; he never could resist a pointless debate, 'ifyou've got something to say, say it. I haven't got all night.""I can speak? We are to have a conversation?""I didn't say we were going to have a conversation," said Archie sharply. Because this was atactic of Movie Nazis111 (and Archie should have known; he spent the first four years of the warwatching flickering112 Movie Nazis at the Brighton Odeon), they try to talk their way out of stuff. "Isaid you were going to talk and then I was going to kill you.""Oh yes, of course."The Doctor used his sleeve to wipe his face, and looked at the boy curiously113, double-checkingto see if he were serious. The boy looked serious.
"Well, then ... If I may say so .. ." The Doctor's mouth hung open, waiting for Archie to insert aname but none came. "Lieutenant... if I may say so, Lieutenant, it appears to me you are insomething of a ... a ... moral quandary114."Archie didn't know what quandary meant. It reminded him of coal, metal and Wales,somewhere between quarry115 and foundry. At a loss, he said what he always said in these situations.
"I should cocoa!""Er .. . Yes, yes," said Dr. Sick, gaining some confidence; he had not yet been shot and a wholeminute had so far passed. "It seems to me you have a dilemma116. On the one hand ... I do not believeyou wish to kill me'
Archie squared his shoulders. "Now look, sunshine '
"And on the other, you have promised your overzealous friend that you will. But it is more than thatThe Doctor's shaking hands tapped his own cigarette inadvertently, and Archie watched the ashfall like grey snow on to his boots.
"On the one hand, you have an obligation to to your country and to what you believe is right.
On the other hand, I am a man. I am speaking to you. I breathe and I bleed as you do. And you donot know, for certain, what type of a man I am. You have only hearsay117. So, I understand yourdifficulty.""I don't have a difficulty. You're the one with the difficulty, sunshine.""And yet, though I am not your friend, you have a duty to me, because I am a man. I think youare caught between duties. I think you find yourself in a very interesting situation."Archie stepped forward, and put the muzzle118 two inches from the Doctor's forehead. "Youfinished?"The Doctor tried to say yes but nothing came except a stutter.
"Good.""Wait! Please. Do you know Sartre?"Archie sighed, exasperated119. "No, no, no we haven't any friends in common I know that, becauseI've only got one friend and he's called Ick-Ball. Look, I'm going to kill you. I'm sorry about it but '
"Not a friend. Philosopher. Sartre. Monsieur J. P.""Who?" said Archie, agitated120, suspicious. "Sounds French.""He is French. A great Frenchman. I met him briefly121 in '41, when he was imprisoned122. But whenI met him he posed a problem, which is similar, I think, to yours.""Go on," said Archie slowly. The fact was he could do with some help.
"The problem," continued Dr. Sick, trying to control his hyperventilation, sweating so muchthere were two little pools in the hollows at the base of his neck, 'is that of a young French studentwho ought to care for his sick mother in Paris but at the same time ought to go to England to helpthe Free French fight the National Socialists123. Now, remembering that there are many kinds of oughtone ought to give to charity, for example, but one doesn't always do so; it is ideal, but it is notrequired remembering this, what should he do?"Archie scoffed124, "That's a bloody stupid question. Think about it." He gesticulated with the gun,moving it from the Doctor's face and tapping his own temple with it. "At the end of the day, he'll dothe one he cares about more. Either he loves his country or his old mum.""But what if he cares about both options, equally? I mean, country and "old mum". What if heis obligated to do both?"Archie was unimpressed. "Well, he better just do one and get on with it.""The Frenchman agrees with you," said the Doctor, attempting a smile. "If neither imperativecan be overridden125, then choose one, and as you say, get on with it. Man makes himself, after all.
And he is responsible for what he makes.""There you are, then. End of conversation."Archie placed his legs apart, spread his weight, ready to take the kick-back and cocked the gunonce more.
"But but think please, my friend try to think' The Doctor fell to his knees, sending up a cloud ofdust that rose and fell like a sigh.
"Get up," gulped126 Archie, horrified127 by the streams of eye-blood, the hand on his leg and then themouth on his shoe. "Please there's no need for '
But the Doctor grabbed the back of Archie's knees. "Think 537please anything may happen ... I may yet redeem128 myself in your eyes ... or you may bemistaken your decision may come back to you as Oedipus's returned to him, horrible and mutilated!
You cannot say for sure!"Archie grabbed the Doctor by his skinny arm, hauled him upright and began yelling, "Look,mate. You've upset me now. I'm not a bloody fortune-teller. The world might end tomorrow for all Iknow. But I've got to do this now. Sam's waiting for me. Please," said Archie, because his hand wasshaking and his resolve was doing a runner, 'please stop talking. I'm not a fortuneteller."But the Doctor collapsed129 once more, like a jack-in the-box. "No ... no ... we are notfortune-tellers. I could never have predicted my life would end up in the hands of a child .. .
Corinthians I, chapter thirteen, verse eight: Whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whetherthere be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we knowin part, and we prophesy130 in pan. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in partshall be done away. But when will it come? For myself, I became tired of waiting. It is such aterrible thing, to know only in part. A terrible thing not to have perfection, human perfection, whenit is so readily available." The Doctor lifted himself up, and tried to reach out to Archie just asArchie backed away. "If only we were brave enough to make the decisions that must be made .. .
between those worth saving and the rest .. . Is it a crime to want '
"Please, please," said Archie, ashamed to find himself crying, not red tears like the Doctor's, butthick and translucent131 and salty. "Stay there. Please stop talking. Please.""And then I think of the perverse German, Friedrich. Imagine the world with no beginning orend, boy." He spat132 this last word, boy, and it was a thief that changed the balance of power betweenthem, stealing whatever strength was left in Archie and dispersing133 it on the wind. "Imagine, if youcan, events in the world happening repeatedly, endlessly, in the way they always have .. .""Stay where you fucking are!""Imagine this war over and over a million times"No thanks," said Archie, choking on snot. "Sbad enough the first time.""It is not a serious proposition. It is a test. Only those who are sufficiently134 strong and welldisposed to life to affirm it even if it will just keep on repeating have what it takes to endure theworst blackness. I could see the things I have done repeated infinitely135. I am one of the confidentones. But you are not one of them .. .""Please, just stop talking, please, so I can '
"The decision you make, Archie," said Dr. Sick, betraying a knowledge that he had possessedfrom the start, the boy's name, which he had been waiting to employ when it would have the mostpower, 'could you see it repeated again and again, through eternity136? Could you?""I've got a coin!" yelled Archie, screamed it with joy, because he had just remembered it. "I'vegot a coin!"Dr. Sick looked confused, and stopped his stumbling steps forward.
"Ha! I have a coin, you bastard. Ha! So balls to you!"Then another step. His hands reaching out, palms up, innocent.
"Stay back. Stay where you are. Right. This is what we're going to do. Enough talking. I'mgoing to put my gun down here .. . slowly .. . here."Archie crouched137 and placed it on the floor, roughly between the two of them. "That's so you cantrust me. I'll stand by my word. And now I'm going to throw this coin. And if it's heads, I'm goingto kill you.""But' said Dr. Sick. And for the first time Archie saw something like real fear in his eyes, thesame fear that Archie felt so thoroughly he could hardly speak.
"And if it's tails, I won't. No, I don't want to talk about it. I'mnot much of a thinker, when you get down to it. That's the best I can offer. All right, here goes."The coin rose and flipped138 as a coin would rise and flip139 every time in a perfect world, flashing itslight and then revealing its dark enough times to mesmerize140 a man. Then, at some point in itstriumphant ascension, it began to arc, and the arc went wrong, and Archibald realized that it wasnot coming back to him at all but going behind him, a fair way behind him, and he turned round towatch it fall in the dirt. He was bending to pick it up when a shot rang out, and he felt a blisteringpain in his right thigh141. He looked down. Blood. The bullet had passed straight through, just missingthe bone, but leaving a shard142 of the cap embedded143 deep in the flesh. The pain was excruciating andstrangely distant at the same time. Archie turned back round to see Dr. Sick, half bent144 over, the gunhanging weakly in his right hand.
"For fucks sake why did you do that?" said Archie furious, grabbing the gun off the Doctor,easily and forcefully. "It's tails. See? It's tails. Look. Tails. It was tails."So Archie is there, there in the trajectory145 of the bullet, about to do something unusual, even forTV: save the same man twice and with no more reason or rhyme than the first time. And it's amessy business, this saving people lark6. Everybody in the room watches in horror as he takes it inthe thigh, right in the femur, spins round with some melodrama146 and falls right through the mouse'sglass box. Shards147 of glass all over the gaff. What a performance. If it were TV you would hear thesaxophone around now; the credits would be rolling.
But first the end games Because it seems no matter what you think of them, they must beplayed, even if, like the independence of India or Jamaica, like the signing of peace treaties or thedocking of passenger boats, the end is simply the beginning of aneven longer story. The same focus group who picked out the colour of this room, the carpet, thefont for the posters, the height of the table, would no doubt tick the box that asks to see all thesethings played to their finish .. . and there is surely a demographic pattern to all those who wish tosee the eyewitness148 statements that identified Magid as many times as Millat, the confusingtranscripts, the videotape of un cooperating victim and families, a court case so impossible thejudge gave in and issued four hundred hours community service to both twins, which they served,naturally, as gardeners in Joyce's new project, a huge millennial149 park by the banks of theThames .. .
And is it young professional women aged150 eighteen to thirty two who would like a snapshotseven years hence of Irie, Joshua and Hortense sitting by a Caribbean sea (for Irie and Joshuabecome lovers in the end; you can only avoid your fate for so long), while Irie's fatherless little girlwrites affectionate postcards to Bad Uncle Millat and Good Uncle Magid and feels free asPinocchio a puppet clipped of paternal151 strings152? And could it be that it is largely the criminal classand the elderly who find themselves wanting to make bets on the winner of a blackjack game, theone played by Alsana and Samad, Archie and Clara, in O'ConnelTs, 31 December 1999, thathistoric night when Abdul-Mickey finally opened his doors to women?
But surely to tell these tall tales and others like them would be to speed the myth, the wicked lie,that the past is always tense and the future, perfect. And as Archie knows, it's not like that. It's neverbeen like that.
It would make an interesting survey (what kind would be your decision) to examine the presentand divide the onlookers153 into two groups: those whose eyes fell upon a bleeding man, slumpedacross a table, and those who watched the getaway of a small brown rebel mouse. Archie, for one,watched the mouse. He watched it stand very still for a second with a smug look as if it expectednothing less. He watched it scurry8 away, over hishand. He watched it dash along the table, and through the hands of those who wished to pin itdown. He watched it leap off the end and disappear through an air vent1. Go on my son! thought.
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