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What made you think you'd find anything at all? You specifically asked to visit an unoccupied floor. You flashed your badge, said it was police business. Now, it doesn't sound to me like you were looking for office space.
I was sent here. I don't know why or by whom, and I don't know who the victim hanging from that ceiling is or how it connects to me.
A little out of your jurisdiction, aren't ya?
When you called me, I thought you were in New York.
Sneaky like that. Plus it made it easier to find you.
Sinclair?
Yeah. He doesn't like to be embarrassed, Mac. So I got the rundown from Detective Brennan. Don't you wanna tell me what this is really about?
Wanna take a ride?
Long as it's not on the subway.
(holding the iPod) So, this is what was used to hijack the train. He attached an MP3 player to the control panel. The sick bastard.
Ya, well that sick bastard is Mac's stalker.
Mac Taylor. Heard your voice on the phone, I couldn't believe it. Now you're standing here. Look like your old man. Been a long time, Mac.
Since we were kids.
Yeah. Last I heard you were in New York, married, working for the mayor's office or something.
I'm a crime-scene investigator.
Phew. Must be something, huh? What's the statute of limitations for us sneaking into Wrigley? What brings you back, Mac?
Bobby Toole is dead.
That's supposed to be funny? He's been dead for 30 years.
Yeah. But they found his body today, in the Tribune Building.
We swore we were never gonna talk about this. I haven't told a soul.
Somebody put his body in the Tribune Building for me to find, the word coward on the wall. Did you do it, Jimmie?
What? What, are you out of your mind, Mac? Huh? Is this some kind of sick joke to you?
Over a month ago I got a T-shirt stained with blood. I didn't know until today, that's your brother's shirt. Will's blood. The same shirt he was wearing when Bobby Toole beat him to death.
You feeling guilty, Mac?
I don't regret the choice I made that day.
No, I don't imagine that you do, because you didn't lose a brother. Your family didn't fall apart. You didn't watch your father cry for the first time in your life, watch him crumble to his knees. You didn't spend ten years trying to make it up to your mother and your little brother, lying to little Andy about how Will died. Not you.
(comes to, tied to a chair with lasers and guns pointed at him)
Mac Taylor. The Mac Taylor. Phew. You know, it's funny, but you don't look like a hero.
Andy. I don't know what you...
Shh, shh, shh. Whatever you do, don't move. You see that gun? The slightest movement puts a bullet right between your eyes. Of course, freezing is something that comes naturally to you, isn't it, Mac? Something the public doesn't know about its hero cop, but my dead brother knows all too well.
For God's sakes, Andy, I was just a kid.
Yeah, well, you were old enough. All you had to do was pull the trigger. You know, playing with your crack CSI team, it's been, it's been fun. I gotta tell you, man, that Stella, she's just... She's smart. She never quite trusted me. Can see how she'd be an asset to you. Be a shame to see her die. You see, whoever comes through that door is gonna take a bullet. And I'm sure Stella and company are working on finding out where you are, as we speak.
(seeing the gag store)
Laughing Larry? You gotta be kidding me. Do you have any idea how much of my childhood was cruelly destroyed by this moron?
Trust me. I feel your pain.
You two wanna enlighten me here?
I was into comic books as a kid, right?
Yep.
And this guy had a full-page ad in the back of each and every one of ‘em selling things like Dribble Glasses, Onion Gum, Hypno-Coins, Whoopee cushions.
Plastic vomit, rubber dog-doo.
Hmm. Sounds great.
Oh, yeah. And it all looked great. And I'd do whatever it took. I would scrimp, I would save, I would mow every last lawn in the neighborhood to get my hands on Sneezing Salts or a hundred-piece Battle Fleet. And then, I go to the mailbox, and right there, before my innocent young eyes, would be disappointment in a cardboard box.
I once spent my entire summer allowance on this hovercraft that Laughing Larry said would take me and my friends riding on a carpet of thin air. Hovercrap!
How about the x-ray specs I bought in middle school to see through a girl's clothes? The only thing I ever saw through those was a nun coming at me with a yardstick.
(scratching at his arms and shoulders during the post) All right, then, ladies, unless there's something else?
There is one more thing, Sid. Mucuna pruriens. In India, they're also known as velvet-bean, cow-itch, but here in the United States, we usually call it itching powder. (hands him the evidence bag with a packet as Lindsay starts laughing)
Oh, no, oh, no...
It looks like he stuck it in his pocket, and after the blast, it wound up dispersed on his clothes.
(looking between the two women) Why aren't you...
A long-sleeved lab coat. Both stylish and functional.
Exploding cigars, insect ice-cubes, itching powder... what kind of a clown are we after?
Thought I told you to take some time off?
Oh, yeah, you did. I just don't wanna go home. 'Cause when I go walking down that hallway now, I'm...not gonna hear the kid laughing on the other side of the walls, you know. Crying when he doesn't wanna go to bed. I'm just afraid I'm gonna miss him
(in the ME's office)
(about Ruben) I saw him. I saw him. He was fine. I saw him. He rode the bike right away from me. I shouldn't have stopped. I shouldn't have stopped. Why did I stop!? I should've made sure the kid got home safe.
Ruben was a block and a half from your apartment building. There was a man down bleeding. Justin Scott needed your help. You acted on instinct, Danny.
Oh, man, I wish I hadn't. I wish I hadn't. Oh, I wish I hadn't! He just got his bicycle blessed this morning.
[finding out about Ruben, referring to Danny] I'm not very good at this kind of thing. What should I say to him?
Just tell him that you're not very good at this kind of thing.
Stop, Drop and Roll! You son of a bitch!
He's been up since 5:30.
I got in at 5:30
He's been up since 5:30.
(whispers) Yeah, I went to bed at 5:30.
Look, it's all kept under the radar. Invites are small. We each get a book with text numbers. Tell us when and where we're supposed to be. And the party begins. And Foxy, man, makes the game real. Turns Manhattan into Neverland.
Except nobody dies in Neverland
This party is invitation only.
(holding up his police badge) I left mine at home.
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