Hollow Man 2

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Hi. I'm Devin Villiers, M.D.

I couldn't help noticing

your lovely necklace.

And what's your area of specialty,

Dr. Villiers?

I kill monkeys,

as well as rats, gerbils,

the occasional potbellied pig,

but mostly monkeys.

- He means medical research, dear.

- Nope.

I just like to kill monkeys.

It's late. We should be going.

Good night, Doctor.

- Good night.

- Yeah.

Go easy on him tonight!

What?

Oh, my goodness.

What do you want from me?

Somebody please help me.

- Where is it?

- I don't know.

- I'm getting worse.

- I don't have it, swear to God.

Don't f*** with me!

Please, you gotta believe me!

I need that buffer now, Devin.

It's locked in a vault.

I can't get to it, nobody can.

- Then make some more.

- No. No, not me.

Then who? Who can make the buffer?

Maggie! Maggie Dalton.

She synthesized the compound,

did the research.

Nobody else, just her.

Maggie Dalton.

Please, please let me go.

Don't tell anyone I was here.

You never even saw me.

No, no. God, no.

But I saw you.

Excuse me, there's a guy

in the bathroom, bleeding.

Come on.

Oh, sh*t.

We need paramedics in here right away.

How could we have let this slip by?

Hey.

- Sleeping on the job?

- Me? No.

Just deep in thought.

Yeah, 40 winks deep.

What'd you find out?

Well, they said he was pretty trashed,

committed some serious party fouls.

Assume our suspect's covered in blood.

How does he walk out of here unnoticed?

And barefoot.

Check it out.

Death by cell phone.

That's a first.

- He popped the SIM card.

- So somebody's got his address book.

- That can't be good.

- Nope.

Excuse me, we're not finished in here.

- My God!

- Excuse me, excuse me.

I'm sorry, Detective.

This man was one of my staff.

I apologize. May I?

I'm Dr. William Reisner,

of the Reisner Institute.

- Think tank over in Redmond.

- Yes.

And on occasion, we do more than think.

- Any thoughts on this?

- We contract to the Pentagon, Detective.

As I'm sure you can imagine,

we have a long list of enemies.

Great, well, we'd love

to get a statement from you outside.

- We'll be taking over from here.

- On whose authority?

Well, I've cleared it with your superiors,

if that's what you mean.

They clear you

to contaminate the crime scene, too?

- Are we good now?

- Yeah, perfect.

Let's make sure Forensics bags the hands,

I want to get a fingernail...

- You all heard the Colonel.

- Yeah, I heard the Colonel.

Let's let it go, Frank.

- We're rolling over on this?

- It's not me.

DOD's calling the shots on this one.

Reisner's hooked in with the Pentagon.

- You're letting them investigate themselves.

- Did I say I liked it?

Come on, this isn't

Halliburton overcharging for unleaded, Tom.

It's a murder case, they have no jurisdiction.

Read the Patriot Act.

- I need you to run a soft cover on this girl.

- Great.

- Still letting us give out tickets, right?

- Yeah.

She was the staff biologist

over at the Institute.

- Reisner's concerned about her.

- Babysitting gig.

Look, you're still on the case.

Besides, she's got, like, eight diplomas,

you might learn something.

- Look, Tom...

- We're done, Frank.

Now get out of here,

before my ulcer starts bleeding.

What, were you guys born in a barn?

- I guess I should've studied biology.

- Yeah, right?

Great.

Hello, Detectives.

Thank you for helping us out.

Come in.

Hey.

- Hackles down.

- Yeah.

This is Dr. Margaret Dalton.

Margaret, these are Detectives Turner and...

- Martinez. We'll be taking the first shift.

- Great.

How much danger do you think I'm in?

Well, we don't know too many of the details,

Miss Dalton, we're just security.

Well, my colleague was murdered,

brutally, from what I've been able

to piece together.

And honestly, I expected someone

more senior, more in the loop.

The chief assures me

they're two of the finest on the force.

You'll be fine, ma'am.

Oh, I'm sorry,

I'm sure you're entirely competent.

Thanks.

Do you mind if we secure the premises?

Go ahead.

Good night, William.

I'll check back in the morning.

Well, I'll be upstairs.

Make yourselves comfortable.

- Sorry, I was just gonna...

- I've gotta get that fixed.

I got a 1920s bungalow.

Does the same thing.

Creaks and groans like a ghost.

- You check downstairs, I'll take up.

- I'm sure you will.

- Okay, you take upstairs, I'll take down.

- No, no, go ahead, I'm fine.

- You sure?

- Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

I like it down here

with the creaks and the groans.

- You have any firearms in the house?

- No.

Anyone else regularly use your place?

Friends, relatives?

Nope.

You don't have a housekeeper? Boyfriend?

I have a cat.

I'm a dog person, myself. This your office?

Yeah.

Mostly just some personal stuff.

- Do you mind?

- No, no, not at all.

Rainfall noise works for me.

I need to check in there.

I guess if you've got

any voyeuristic tendencies,

this is a great job, huh?

Don't worry,

we take pills for that sort of thing.

My kid sister, Heather.

She's a freshman at U-Dub.

Must be close.

Or I'm overcompensating.

We're done up here.

What were you and Dr. Villiers working on?

Do you discuss your cases with strangers?

I'm still bound

by a non-disclosure agreement.

- I couldn't tell you if I wanted to.

- What do you mean "still"?

Well, I haven't worked there for six months.

I was let go.

What do you do now?

I'm unemployed.

Quite an overhead you got.

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