Hollow Man 2 Page #2

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William Reisner

was an extremely gracious employer.

- All secure downstairs, Frank.

- Great.

Here's my cell phone number.

Put it on speed dial.

We'll be right outside if you need us.

One of us could stay inside

if you'd feel more comfortable.

I'll be fine.

I'd like to keep that door unlocked,

in case we need to get to you quickly.

Is that standard?

Well, it's a good idea.

Okay, then.

Okay, anyone with eight degrees

has no right to look like that.

Like what?

Oh, yeah, act like you didn't notice.

She could probably melt concrete

with those blue eyes.

They were green, actually.

- Bell Ranger.

- Not one of ours.

It's heading north.

I'll call it in anyway. N-7953?

Lewis, it's Turner.

Get me an ID through Sea-Tac ATC.

Non-police Bell Ranger,

tail number N-7-9...

- 5-3.

- ...5-3.

- 7-9-5-3. Got it.

- Okay.

- Have fun.

- Okay.

Hey, Frank.

Keep it down in there,

you're gonna disturb the neighbors.

I'm sure they got better things to do

than listen to me hum.

You promise? I mean, really, really promise?

- Don't worry.

- I swear, if you Paris me, I'm dead.

My dad will kill me.

- I mean it.

- Come on. You know I'd never do that.

What if my parents come home early?

My dad sometimes drives around the block

just to trick me.

I'll go check.

It's all good.

Close the blinds, okay?

All right.

Now, play with yourself a little,

have some fun.

- You sound like a porn director.

- You wish.

Nice.

Hey, Frank, look in the mirror.

Your Arizona tan is officially gone.

You're one of us now.

Great, how'd that happen?

I like it. It suits you.

Oh, thanks.

Sh*t.

That's it.

Come on, a little more.

Nice.

- That's it.

- Okay, your turn.

What've we got here?

Must be the sister, Heather.

Hey. It's Heather, right?

You look like a cop.

What makes you say that?

Your suit.

Nobody would actually wear that.

I'm Detective Martinez.

She's dead, isn't she?

At her computer,

suffocated under a pile of printouts.

Nobody found the body for days,

and now there's some

creepy bio-culture growing out of her nose.

No, no, she's fine.

Everything's fine.

Means everything's not fine.

Oh, yeah, she's a peach.

Okay, I think I got it. Okay.

Wait, just a sec.

What are you doing?

- I thought I saw someone.

- What?

Ash, come on.

There's nobody here.

Let's play.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Someone's here.

Ashley, there's nobody here. Nobody.

Maggie!

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, Heather, I'm so sorry.

Something came up at the last minute.

Yeah, I figured as much from the stakeout.

It's just a precaution.

Against unauthorized quality time

with your sister?

It's a work thing.

That non-disclosure sh*t

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