Hollow Man 2 Page #2

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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

does not apply to me.

There's nothing to worry about.

- Go to the concert, take Chelsea...

- I already did.

It's over.

Listen, Heather, I'm really sorry.

This is just a crazy time right now,

but it will be over soon, I promise.

Right.

Well, in the meantime,

I'm gonna go shoot crystal and get pregnant

by some guy I barely know.

No, you're not. Heather.

And it wasn't a concert,

it was a poetry slam.

Everything okay?

Okay.

Good night.

Could you...

Could you just make sure she's okay?

You bet.

Thanks.

Hi, kitty.

You want in? Yeah? Come on.

Come on, kitty.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

There you go.

- Turner.

- I think I heard something.

Lisa just went inside, it's probably her.

Stay inside your study

until you hear from us.

Lisa, how's everything going in there?

It all looks fine.

I'm just gonna check upstairs.

Okay. Maggie's in her study,

make sure she knows everything's okay.

Who's there?

It's Detective Martinez, ma'am.

Stay in the room.

Lisa?

Lisa.

Sh*t.

Lisa!

Sh*t.

Come on, baby.

Come on, stay with me. Come on.

Damn it.

Oh, Jesus.

Come on.

- Stay inside.

- Does she have a pulse?

- No.

- I'll do chest compressions. Breathe.

- And one, and two, and three, and four...

- Come on, Lisa, breathe. Breathe.

And one, and two, and three,

and four, and five.

- Breathe, damn it!

- Take over!

One, two, three, four, five.

Come on.

Come on. Come on.

- Detective.

- What?

Her pupils are fixed and dilated.

I'm sorry, there's no use.

- All units, all units in position.

- Move, move, move!

Second team. Move into Bronco position.

- Take around back.

- Roger that.

Okay, watch your screens,

watch your screens.

Secure the perimeter!

Watch the windows.

Turner!

Help!

Zulu Two, are we clear?

Maggie?

- Maggie!

- Where is it?

- I don't know.

- I know you have it.

It's not here, but...

We got movement upstairs.

All units move into position.

Keep your eyes on the screen!

Where is he? Where is he? Where is he?

I heard you talking to him. Where is he?

Get out of my way!

Get upstairs.

- Clear out the room, now! Move!

- Go!

They're firing upstairs!

Negative.

Report, report!

Negative. Asserting perimeter.

Civilians clearing through, hold fire.

- Did we get him?

- Still waiting on confirmation.

- Rollins!

- Had him, Colonel Bishop.

- He was right here in front of us.

- Bishop, what's happening?

- We'll get him.

- I got nothing on my screen.

- Do you see?

- I can't see him!

William?

This whole thing was a goddamn setup.

You used her as bait.

Our tactics were necessary. I'm sorry.

Now clear out and let us do our job.

I lost my partner in there,

you son of a b*tch!

Get out of here, now!

Repeat fire.

Grenade, grenade!

What the hell's going on?

I can't see a goddamn thing!

Sweep downstairs.

I got him, I got him!

Target! Take him out!

Go, go!

Come on.

Go, go!

F***!

Plummer! Watkins! We've lost containment.

Get those Sky-Eyes off the dime.

- Rollins! What the hell happened?

- We lost the subject, sir.

All units, fall back!

Okay, come on. Go, go!

What the hell was that thing?

What kind of biologist are you?

My partner is dead.

He wanted you. Not Lisa, you.

I want answers.

Look, I don't know.

I'm trying to understand this myself.

It doesn't make any sense.

All right.

We'll go to the station and regroup.

No, you can't take me to the police,

you're a cop.

- He'll know I'm there.

- You don't have a choice.

- Let go!

- Turner.

Yeah, hey, dude, it's Lewis.

- About your Bell Ranger...

- I'm not going to the cops!

That tail number doesn't show up

in any of our databases.

Maybe you should go get

your eyes checked, dude.

No sh*t.

Bacon is murder.

That's right, people, bacon is murder.

That's right! Breakfast kills.

Bacon is murder.

Run!

Excuse me!

Keep going!

This way! This way! This way!

Come on. Come on.

I'm okay. Come on!

Come on.

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Good Christ.

Yeah, he just walked in.

Listen, I gotta call you back.

- Are you okay?

- Yeah.

We're all pretty shaken up around here.

She was a good cop, Frank.

Well, she was a little more than that.

Dr. Dalton, can I get you anything?

Some water, coffee?

I need a laptop, a secure landline,

and some privacy would be helpful.

- Can I talk to you outside for a second?

- Yeah. Excuse us.

These guys are f***ing with us,

they know who did this.

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Well, give the command, we'll go after him.

I got 100 cops that wanna hit the streets,

and run that shitbag down.

But my orders are to hold them back,

and that means you, too.

What orders? Whose orders, theirs?

I know all about taking bad orders, Tom.

Well, keep your personal beefs

out of this, Frank.

I'm not asking you to plant evidence.

When did you start bending over

for the big boys?

- I don't even recognize you anymore.

- You did what you could.

- Now I need you to walk away.

- Walk away from what?

Walk away from what?

- You know what's out there, don't you?

- I know enough to leave it alone.

Look, we hold her till the Feds get here,

we transfer custody, and we're home free.

Yeah.

Another case cleared, right?

- We're moving you to a holding cell.

- I'm sorry?

Just till the Feds get here.

The Feds?

It's for your own safety.

All right, guys, she's all yours.

This way.

You might wanna use the restroom

before you go in there.

Those holding cell toilets

can get pretty nasty, right?

- It's over there. You want me to take her?

- Sure.

Keep walking. You heard me, go.

Now! Fast. Second floor.

We'll be right outside, don't try anything.

Is that right?

- Hey, Chesley?

- Yeah?

You mind watching the head?

I gotta run back upstairs.

- You go on, then. We'll take it from here.

- Thanks.

This way, this way. Come on.

- Why are you helping me?

- I wanna know why Lisa died. Now.

What are you doing?

Frank!

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