Hollow Man 2

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!

(PEOPLE EXCLAIMING IN SURPRISE)

What?

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 fuck 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.

(HOLLOW MAN BREATHING HEAVlLY)

Oh, shit.

We need paramedics in here right away.

How could we have let this slip by?

(CHATTERING ON POLlCE RADlO)

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.

LlSA: Check it out.

Death by cell phone.

That's a first.

He popped the SlM 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...

ROLLlNS: You all heard the Colonel.

Yeah, I heard the Colonel.

LlSA: 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.

Ha, ha. Look, Tom... We're done, Frank.

Now get out of here,

before my ulcer starts bleeding.

What, were you guys born in a barn?

LlSA: 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.

MAGGlE: Great.

Uh, how much danger do you think I'm in?

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

we're just, um, 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-- 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?

Uh, 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.

(CRlCKETS CHlRPING ON CD PLAYER)

Rainfall noise works for me.

l, uh, need to check in there.

MAGGlE: 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.

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.

ls 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.

(HOLLOW MAN BREATHING HEAVlLY)

(HOLLOW MAN BREATHING HEAVlLY)