Catch 'Em in the Act

Catch 'Em in the Act

by Terry Bisson
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Catch 'Em in the Act by Terry Bisson

Lou has a magic box.  It makes people do things they normally wouldn’t. And Lou likes to watch.

Terry Bisson’s 1990 short story “Bears Discover Fire” won both the Hugo and the Nebula awards, and his all-dialogue story “They're Made Out of Meat” is one of the most widely-reprinted SF stories of the last several decades. He has published several volumes of short fiction, including Bears Discover Fire and Other Stories. His novels include Talking Man, Fire on the Mountain, Voyage to the Red Planet), Pirates of the Universe, and The Pickup Artist.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781429952828
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date: 07/20/2010
Series: Tor.Com Original Series
Sold by: Macmillan
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 32
Sales rank: 1,253,039
File size: 220 KB

About the Author

Terry Bisson has won the Hugo, Nebula, and Theodore Sturgeon Awards. He lives in New York City.

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Catch 'Em in the Act!

By Terry Bisson, Jeremy Enecio

Tom Doherty Associates

Copyright © 2008 Terry Bisson
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4299-5282-8


Lou was almost thirty. He had a job and an apartment, but he was lonely. He didn't have any friends. He didn't know why; he just didn't.

So he did what everyone who is lonely does: YouTube and eBay. One day it was eBay.

"Say, look at this!" he murmured. Lou often murmured to himself.

Catch 'em in the Act!
BUY IT NOW: $19.95
Brand New in Box.
Batteries Included.
One to a Customer.
Shipping, $4.99

That didn't seem like all that much. The shipping wasn't bad either. That's usually where they get you. So Lou did what every lonely person with PayPal does. He clicked on BUY.

Four days later, it came. It was about the size of a cell phone, with a little viewscreen that folded out to one side.

It only had two buttons: SHOOT and PLAY. Not a lot of features. But the price was right.

Lou pointed it at his cat and looked in the viewscreen.

There was the cat. The picture in the viewscreen was black and white, with a little Date & Time display at the top. It was even grainy, like a real surveillance video.

Cool! Lou pressed SHOOT.

The cat took a crap in the corner, and then left the room, looking like a criminal. But cats always look like criminals.

Lou pressed PLAY. There it was again in the viewscreen: the cat, the crap, the corner, in grainy black and white, with Date & Time at the top: 04/18/2008/8:44 p.m.

The cat slunk off and the screen went blank.

Lou hit PLAY and watched it again.

"Cool," he murmured.

* * *

It was time to try it out in the real world. There was a 7-Eleven only blocks away.

It was empty. Lou went in and wandered to the back of the store. He looked through the viewscreen and scanned the scene, from the beer case in the back to the Pakistani clerk reading a magazine behind the counter. He looked pretty bored.

Lou hit SHOOT. The Pakistani clerk looked up from his magazine toward the cash register. He hit NO SALE and took a bill out of the cash register and stuck it in his shirt pocket. 04/18/2008/8:58 p.m.

Lou hit PLAY and watched him do it again. It was a five.

Cool, thought Lou. He looked around the store through the viewscreen. In grainy black and white, with the Date & Time display, it looked like a crime scene. But 7-Elevens all look like crime scenes. What it needed was more people.

A black guy came in for Salems and a lottery ticket. Lou got him in the viewscreen and was just about to press SHOOT when the black guy turned and looked straight at him.

"Hey, asshole!" he said. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"Nothing," said Lou. "Making a call." He pretended to be punching in a number.

"Somebody ought to kick your ass," said the black guy. He paid and left. The clerk went back to his magazine. It was People. Lou pretended to be looking for something in the candy aisle.

A fat white kid came in. Lou knew him. It was the kid from upstairs over Lou's apartment. He was about twelve. He lived with his mother. Lou wasn't afraid of him.

Through the viewscreen, in black and white, with the Date & Time display, the kid looked like a perp. He went straight to the candy aisle and picked out a Snickers.

Lou pressed SHOOT and watched the kid approach the counter. Instead of paying for the candy bar he stuck it into his jacket pocket. Then he jammed it forward like a gun. 04/18/2008/9:04 p.m.

"Open the fuckin' register," he said. "Give me the bills. Keep the change. Keep your hands in sight or I'll blow you away."

"OK, OK!"

The Pakistani clerk opened the cash register and took out a wad of bills. He handed it to the kid, who backed out the door, still with his hand jammed in his pocket. 04/18/2008/9:05 p.m.

Then he ran.

"Did you see that?" asked the clerk. Lou shrugged and said, "Not really." He didn't want to get involved.

He backed out the door and left the Pakistani clerk calling the cops. He went back to his apartment and pressed PLAY.

There was the fat kid, robbing the store. It had the Date & Time and everything.

Lou watched it several times. He liked crime videos.

* * *

The next day after work Lou went by the fat kid's apartment. It was right upstairs. He waited until he was sure the mother was away.

"What do you want?" the fat kid asked. He didn't want to open the door.

"I saw you rob the 7-Eleven," Lou said.

The fat kid opened the door. "You're a liar," he said. But he didn't sound like he was sure.

Lou hit PLAY and showed him the video on the viewscreen. "I didn't mean to," the fat kid said. "I don't know what came over me."

"That's what they all say," said Lou. "Give me half the money or I will call the police."

The fat kid gave him half the money. "Let me see that thing," he said, pointing at the video camera.

"No way," said Lou. He went home and counted the money. It was $62, more than he made in a week.

* * *

The next day, Lou called in sick. "I have the flu," he said. His boss grumbled but didn't say anything.

Lou took his new Crimestoppers™ video camera to the mall. It was almost empty during the day. There was only one girl shopping. She was extremely pretty.

In the viewscreen she looked like a perp.

Cool, thought Lou.

He followed her up the escalator to Level Two. He watched her in the viewscreen as she went into Cinderella's Slipper, a shoe store. He pressed SHOOT. She picked up a pair of socks when the clerk wasn't looking and stuck them down into her tank top.

Lou followed her to the food court. She got a taco salad. He sat down at the table with her even though all the other tables were empty.

"Beat it," she said. "I'm calling Security."

"I have something to show you," said Lou. He set the video camera on the table, unfolded the viewscreen, and pressed PLAY. There she was, stealing the socks at 04/20/2008/10:14 a.m.

"I don't know what came over me," she said.

"That's what they all say," said Lou. "I'm calling the cops unless you split the loot with me."

The girl just laughed. "What are you going to do with one sock?"

That was a good question. "Keep 'em both, then," said Lou. "Think of me as a friend." She was extremely pretty.

"Not even a remote possibility," said the girl, her mouth full. "I don't like your style. Plus, you are not all that good-looking."

"What style?" asked Lou.

"Plus, my mother is picking me up," she said, scooting back from the table. It but not the chair was bolted to the floor. Lou followed her, at a safe distance, out to the parking lot. Her mother was waiting in a Lexus. Lou watched in the viewscreen as the pretty girl got in and slammed the door. He pressed SHOOT as the Lexus drove off. It scraped the side of a Hyundai on the way out of the parking lot, but didn't stop.

Lou went home alone. He watched his crime videos and then went to bed. Now he had two. But he still didn't have any friends.

* * *

The next day Lou called in sick again.

"This is getting old," said his boss.

"It's the bird flu," said Lou. He had $62 and he knew how to get more.

He went to the bank. It was a branch with only one teller. He watched the customers come in and out, then picked out a little old lady with a shopping bag. He got her in the viewscreen and pressed SHOOT.

She pulled a ski mask and a .44 out of the shopping bag. She put on the ski mask and fired the gun into the ceiling. 04/21/2008/09:18 a.m.

Everybody hit the floor.

"Hand it over, motherfucker!" the little old lady yelled. The teller filled her shopping bag with money, and she ran out the door.

Lou followed her.

She ripped off her ski mask and jumped onto a bus.

Lou jumped on behind her. He sat down beside her even though all the other seats were empty.

"I saw you rob that bank," he said.

"No, you did not!" she said. She was out of breath.

"Yes, I did," said Lou. He pressed PLAY and showed her the viewscreen and she shook her head in amazement. "I don't know what came over me," she said.

"That's what they all say," said Lou. He made her give him half the money. It was $560, more than he made in a month. It was all in twenties.

He got off at the next stop and went home and watched crime videos. Now he had three. The cat walked through the room, prancing like a criminal, but Lou ignored it. He didn't want to run down the batteries.

* * *

The next day Lou called in sick again.

"This is getting old," said his boss. "You are fired."

Lou didn't give a damn and told him so. He had $622. What did he need with a job?

He went back to the mall. The pretty girl was there again. Her mother apparently dropped her off every day. There was hardly anybody else around.

Lou followed her up the escalator. He watched her in the viewscreen as she walked into Cinderella's Slipper. He pressed SHOOT. She swiped a pair of little pink socks and stuck them down into her tank top. It was pink too. Then she went to the food court and ordered a taco salad. Lou sat down beside her.

"I warned you," she said. "I'm calling Security."

"Go ahead, they might be interested in seeing this," said Lou. He showed her the video of her stealing the socks at 04/22/2008/10:22 a.m.

"I told you, I don't know what came over me," she said.

"I do," said Lou. He explained to her about the Crimestoppers™ video camera. "Everybody that I shoot commits a crime," he said. "They can't help it."

"It must be magic," she said. "If so, it's not evidence."

"There's no such thing as magic," said Lou. "It could be from another dimension, or something. I got it on eBay." He made her look at the video again.

"It's not evidence anyway," she said. "The socks are pink and that's in black and white."

"I'm not interested in turning you in anyway," said Lou. "I just want to make friends."

"You have a funny way of going about it," said the pretty girl. "Now if you will excuse me, my mother is picking me up."

Lou followed her out to the parking lot and watched her on the viewscreen getting into the Lexus. He pressed SHOOT. On its way out of the lot the Lexus ran over a little dog but didn't stop.

Lou went home alone. He was more lonely than ever.

* * *

That night he was watching crime videos when there was a knock at the door.

It was the fat kid. The little old lady was with him.

"How did you find me?" Lou asked.

"There are ways," said the little old lady.

"Let's see that thing," the fat kid said.

"What thing?" Lou asked.

"You know what thing," they both said.

Lou showed them the Crimestoppers™ video camera and explained to them how it worked. "Everybody I shoot commits a crime," he said. "They just can't help it."

"You're telling me!" said the little old lady.

"That's why we're here," said the fat kid. It turned out they both had enjoyed the experience, and now they wanted to form a criminal gang. "Your apartment will be our hideout," said the little old lady. "You can be our boss," said the kid.

Lou wasn't so sure. But he let them stay. He even let them play with the cat. He was lonely and a criminal gang was better than nothing.

* * *

The next day Lou called in sick again. Then they went downtown and committed some crimes. They stole a box of nails at the hardware store and a thousand dollars at the Indian casino. Then they went back to their hideout and divided up the loot.

"That video camera is cool," said the fat kid as they divided up the loot. "It's like magic."

"It's apparently from another dimension," said Lou.

"Dimension shimension," said the little old lady. "It's from the future if you ask me."

"I got it on eBay," said Lou. He was beginning to worry about the batteries.

* * *

The next day Lou called in sick again. "You don't work here any more," said his boss. "So knock off the damn calling in."

They went downtown and committed more crimes. Then they went back to their hideout and divided up the loot. Then Lou and the fat kid watched crime videos while the little old lady played with the cat.

Lou had $979.12 by now but he couldn't get the pretty girl off his mind.

"Why the long face?" the fat kid asked.

"Fess up, Boss," said the little old lady.

Lou showed them the crime video of the pretty girl at the mall. He told them everything but the truth: that he wanted her as his girlfriend. He had only just realized it himself.

"She's a skillful one, that one," said the little old lady.

"I'll bet that Lexus is filled with socks!" said the fat kid. "We should ask her to join our criminal gang."

"Hmmmm," murmured Lou. He was beginning to come up with a plan.

* * *

The next day Lou called in sick again. He hung up as soon as his boss answered. Then they all went to the mall together. They got there late. The pretty girl was already in the food court, having a taco salad.

Her tank top looked stuffed with socks.

"You again," she said, when she looked up and saw Lou approaching, watching her on his tiny viewscreen. "You're wasting your time. How can I commit a crime while I'm eating my lunch? Brunch. Whatever."

It was 04/25/2008/10:09 a.m. She didn't see the little old lady and the fat kid sneaking up behind her. Lou pressed SHOOT and they immediately went to work kidnapping her. They duct taped her to her chair and gagged her so she couldn't scream for help.

They carried her on the chair to Lou's apartment, which was now their hideout.

"What's the big idea?" she asked, as soon as the gag was removed.

Lou explained to her about the criminal gang. "We want you to join," he said. He introduced his two partners. He didn't use their real names, which he didn't know anyway.

"You're a natural," said the little old lady. "We steal a lot more than socks," said the fat kid.

"There is no way I'm joining your criminal gang," the girl said, looking at Lou with scorn. "I already told you, I don't like your style. And you're not all that good-looking. So untie me. Or untape me. Whatever."

"Only if you will join our criminal gang," said Lou. "Otherwise, you are a hostage. Your call," he added.

Before she could reply yes or no, he got her in the viewscreen and pressed SHOOT.

"OK, I will join your criminal gang," she said. "And I will be your girlfriend, too." It was 04/25/2008/12:19 p.m.

"What's this about a girlfriend?" asked the little old lady.

"But my mother is picking me up in the mall parking lot at one o'clock," the pretty girl added. "I have to tell her I won't be home any time soon or otherwise she will worry."

"Fair enough," said Lou.

"Don't trust her!" said the fat kid.

But Lou was the boss. They carried her on the chair to the mall parking lot and untaped her just as her mother was pulling in. But instead of telling her mother that she was never coming home again, so she wouldn't worry, the girl jumped into the Lexus and rolled down the power window.

"Fuck you and your criminal gang!" she shouted as they sped off.

Lou watched her depart with tears in his eyes. He didn't even bother to shoot her departure.

"Told you," said the fat kid.

"Why the two sad faucets?" asked the little old lady when they got back to the hideout. Lou was crying. "This kidnapping was a bust, but there are lots of other crimes waiting to be committed," she said, trying to cheer him up.

"The day is yet young," said the fat kid. "So fess up, Boss, why the long face?"

In a sudden burst of honesty that surprised even himself, Lou explained that it wasn't the crime of kidnapping that had interested him, but the victim herself — the pretty girl.

"I feel used," said the little old lady, the cat on her lap.

The fat kid was crying himself. "What about our criminal gang?" Lou confessed that it wasn't the criminal gang he had wanted all along but a girlfriend. He didn't give a damn about the criminal gang.

"You devious bastard!" said the fat kid. He went off on Lou. Then he reached into the little old lady's shopping bag and pulled out the .44.

"Careful with that," said the little old lady. "It's a one-way ticket to Hell."

"Good!" said the fat kid. He pointed the gun at Lou but he couldn't pull the trigger no matter how hard he tried.

"I've got an idea," said the little old lady. She grabbed the video camera from Lou and pointed it at the fat kid. She got him in the viewscreen and pressed SHOOT. "Try it again," she said.


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