Hell of a game, Mess.
Yeah. Glad you could make it.
Me too. You should piss Lindsay off more often.
TV show quotes
Hell of a game, Mess.
Yeah. Glad you could make it.
Me too. You should piss Lindsay off more often.
[Danny and Flack are at the basketball game talking about the guy winning $1 million] Never gonna happen!
Why, you think you could do it?
You're kidding me? Boom, nothing but net, baby!
Oh, I think he can do it!
[after the name drawing]
No, he can't!
Wanna make a little wager?
$50 bucks?
I hate to take a colleague's money but for you, I'll be happy to make the exception! Come on!
[finding the victims seats] I'm surprised he didn't kick the bucket from altitude sickness with these seats!
That or the nachos.
(Few minutes earlier Rikki gives him pack of sugar.)Rikki, wait!... What's with the sugar?
[Danny and Flack are at the basketball game talking about the guy winning $1 million] Never gonna happen!
Why, you think you could do it?
You're kidding me? Boom, nothing but net, baby!
Oh.
[Drawing the name] Section 214, Row E, Seat 5.
That's me. [runs down to court.]
Hey, what's your name?
Dougan Scott.
You ready to take your shot for a million bucks, Dougan?
Oh yeah!
Alright New York fans, let's get ready to cheer on Dougan Scott for the $1 million shot.
Oh, I think he can do it!
No, he can't.
Wanna make a little wager?
50 bucks.
I hate to take a colleague's money but for you, I'll be happy to make the exception! Come on!
I'm not trying to give you a hard time here, Stella. Don't make me the villain. I'm on your side. I just wish you were on mine.
What's that supposed to mean?
Why am I the last to know that Reed is practically Mac's son?
It wasn't my place to share that information.
How'd it go with Reed?
How do you think it went?
I think you pushed. And he got mad and refused to give up his source. And then one of you stormed off.
Well, if you told me that before, you could've saved me the trip.
Come on, Mac. He's 23 years old. It's his first real job. He just wants to succeed and can't see beyond that. Is he really any different than you and I were at that age?
People are dying. I don't have time for the understanding approach.
Okay. Well, Reed found out about those carvings. We need to find his source. Don't let your pride get in the way.
Who's your source, Reed? Who told you about the carvings on the neck?
I don't know his name.
How do you get in touch with him?
He contacts me.
What's he look like?
I can't tell you that.
You can and you will.
Look, when I wanted a story, you stayed true to the code of your office and now I'm staying true to mine.
This is not a game. An innocent man is dead.
What are you talking about?
Your blog. You accused a driver named Jimmy of being the Cabbie Killer.
I didn't accuse anybody. I reported the information that I was given.
Without confirming it. Jimmy, the cabdriver was also known as Police Officer James Chameides. He was moonlighting as a cabbie out of Five Brothers Garage.
No, wait a minute. I thought Chameides was the work of the Cabbie Killer. He was, was, he was dumped from a cab.
His own cab. After he was brutally beaten and murdered by three men, vigilante justice. Now, where do you think they got the idea that Jimmy was the Cabbie Killer?
You're not blaming me for this guy's death.
I'm blaming you for putting a target on his back.
The newly dead who have coins to pay for the ride must be taken across the river or they'll wander the banks for a hundred years.
(nervous) Okay. Do you want me to, do you want me to write that? Is that what you want me to say?
No! Don't you see? They think I'm insane. They call me the Cabbie Killer. Use your words. Let them see me deliver the message, to the doomed. Make them understand.
You gonna kill me?
Only those who have the golden branch can cross the river while still alive and return to this world. Type! Now
Mac, who is Reed to you?
He's Claire's son, Quinn. She gave him up for adoption before we met. When he came looking for his biological mother, he found me, unaware that she had died.
[reading a blog] For weeks I've been investigating the cabbie killer murders with a certain morbid fascination.
This is in real time.
I'll create a GUI interface using Visual Basic... see if I can track an IP address.
(after a dead New Jersey cop in dumped front of the NYPD precinct and Flack is almost run over)
Look, I know I sound like an idiot. It was a yellow cab. That's all I've got.
[sarcastically] Have I told you how much I love the media?
I don't believe it. You've got a man on the inside.
Mac Taylor. It was one of the gunman's demands. Mac went in through the back door so the press wouldn't see, and in exchange he was able to negotiate the release of one of the hostages.
And you're worried about him.
I'm worried sick. Look, Brett, I need your help. No one knows weapons like you do.
So you've got a victim with one entry wound but with two bullet wounds inside of him.
Yeah. Basically I'm looking for the impossible.
A murder weapon that kind fire two rounds near instantaneously without any recoil.
Don't tease me.
Follow me. (leads her into an arms room and hands her a weapon)
(fires two shots)
It's called the Kriss Super V, .45 caliber. Every time you fire, the recoil energy produced is vectored downward into a spring-loaded receiver instead of backward into the shooter's body.
Takes the kick right out of kickback.
Hmm. End result? Highly accurate shot each time this bad boy's fired.
So how did our gunman get his hands on this kind of cutting-edge technology?
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