Hollow Man 2 Page #3

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Tell me everything you know,

or we're going back.

- I can't go back there!

- But I can.

It's your call.

Okay, okay! Okay.

Here, put that on.

- What's happening?

- Get out.

Look, he's just a cop, for Christ's sake.

Get me a fix on him now.

We've got a 90-degree swing

around the lake.

There's no bridge, until here.

Which would put them

in this general vicinity.

If Turner gets Dalton to talk, it's over.

- For all of us.

- He won't, that's a promise.

Seattle patrol unit has found a Mustang

abandoned near Union Bay.

Put Turner out over the Net,

and get his picture to the local TV stations.

Yes, sir.

How does someone like that

just slip out of our hands?

You've really outdone yourselves this time.

Usually when you people make a mess,

at least you can see it.

Thanks.

Get down!

We need assistance setting up a roadblock

at the 5th Street Bridge.

Unit 23, please respond.

Okay. Come on. Get in, get in.

- What are we doing?

- We gotta keep moving.

If we stay in one place,

the cops will catch us.

This is some rescue.

I'm not doing this for you.

I need information.

Okay, start talking.

Five years ago,

a team of molecular biologists

broke the code for human invisibility.

But the program was scrapped,

almost overnight.

Why?

All but two of the first team were killed.

Something went seriously wrong.

A year later, Reisner started up again

with covert funding from the DOD.

The operation was codenamed

Silent Knight, with a "K."

Cute.

The idea was to create

the ultimate national security weapon,

an undetectable soldier.

Reisner managed to reproduce

the original test results.

Then he called me in to correct the defects.

There's a flaw in the invisibility code.

The serum turns human tissue invisible,

but it also has horrible side effects.

Simply put, the serum allows

light to pass directly through us...

- I was there, I believe you.

- Okay, but the radiation...

- Just tell me about the guy.

- It damages your cells.

- Over time, it kills them.

- Skip the science lecture.

Just tell me about him, and make it simple.

Okay.

Dying test subjects, not good.

So I developed a compound

called "the buffer," to keep him alive.

His name was Michael Griffin.

He was Special Forces.

He'd been in Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq.

How do you feel?

I feel like I'm about to blast off. I feel ready.

Thanks, Doc, for this opportunity.

What's your name?

Dr. Dalton. Maggie.

Maggie.

Take good care of me, Maggie.

- How's he doing?

- Blood pressure normal, heart rate normal.

Galvanic skin response shows low stress.

He's smiling.

Let's do this.

Reisner told me our test went well.

But when they gave him the buffer

a few days later, he suddenly died.

Somehow the buffer had failed.

Of course, I blamed myself.

I couldn't see the truth.

Reisner let me go, but I couldn't let go.

I had to know why the buffer failed.

And tonight I found out.

The buffer didn't fail.

They never gave it to him.

It was all about making the world

a safer place.

Yeah. Nice job.

Tell Command there are checkpoints

at every bridge and road out of the city.

If Turner and Dalton

try to leave Seattle tonight, we'll catch them.

It's not just the cop we have to worry about,

you realize that.

You've got an invisible assassin out there

fighting his own war.

- And I'll bring him in.

- You've lost control of him.

Griffin's always operated

on the edge of anarchy.

When he goes into combat, he goes deep,

he goes black.

So why the hell would he listen to you?

He's still a soldier, and I'm still his CO.

Griffin cannot get the buffer.

It's that simple.

Now you find him, and end it.

Like I said, he won't get to Dalton.

Nothing happens to her.

Nothing that involves me.

- Are we clear?

- We are.

Wait here.

You have nine new messages.

To listen to your...

Jesus, I saw it on TV. Where are you?

Does the ferry to Edmonds

still run at this hour?

I don't know.

Hope you like canned tuna.

- Bishop here.

- Dalton's cell just went hot.

How long till you get a fix?

We're triangulating now, sir,

should be less than a minute.

I'll be right here.

Okay, so finish telling me

about this Michael Griffin guy.

- What else do you know about him?

- Nothing, I only met him a couple of times.

Well, the guy's a soldier.

He's held in high regard, you knew that.

Yeah.

So they spent years training him,

millions on the program,

why are they trying to kill him?

I have no idea, Turner.

You know, you're really on the ball, Maggie.

I'm surprised you weren't running the place.

I was in research.

The Department of Killing

must've been down the hall.

Come on, you telling me

the whole time you were there,

you didn't ask one single question?

Look, I was doing something

bigger than myself.

I was working for national security.

Well, how patriotic of you.

I feel so much more secure.

So what now, genius?

Take a left up there, get on the interstate.

In two hours we'll be in Oregon.

He'll never find us.

That's your big plan,

play hide and seek with the invisible guy?

Without the buffer,

the serum's attacking his organs.

He can't live for more than a month.

We're not going anywhere.

That bastard killed my partner.

I'm not turning my back on that.

She was trying to protect you.

She might still be alive

if you'd told the truth.

I got a message. A couple of minutes ago.

Great.

You just turned yourself

into a tracking beacon.

I was just trying to call my sister,

let her know that I'm okay.

Who sent the message?

Look, this guy's been texting me

for months,

ever since I started working for Reisner.

Little warnings. Nothing specific.

But he stopped, till now.

Whoever it is must've known

about the attack on your house.

Must be tracking you.

- Where are we going?

- 2058 Ludlow. Meet your pen pal.

How do we know

he's not one of the bad guys?

We don't.

A lot of people hate working nights, huh?

Me, I don't mind it at all.

It's quiet. You can hear yourself think.

You know what I mean?

Oh, I know what you mean.

I hate this place more than you could know.

Well, it's not for everybody, that's for sure.

No, it isn't.

That's me.

- Excuse me, ma'am.

- Yes?

You know where I could find

Colonel Bishop?

- It's the last door on your left.

- Thank you.

You have a nice voice.

That's North Carolina, right?

Hello?

Cherry Point, ma'am.

Cherry...

Then back trace her number.

I want to know who made that last call.

Call me when you get a hit.

Yeah, I checked it out, man.

You got a few winos on the nod,

maybe a couple homeless, that's it.

- That's it? Hey, hey, you sure?

- Yeah, Scout's honor, man.

All right. Here.

Anytime, Officer. I love this undercover sh*t.

Oh, wait.

You know, you might wanna use

the back entrance.

It smells better.

- Bishop.

- We pulled the message, sir.

- Who sent it?

- Caller's ID was scrambled,

it's being decrypted as we speak.

But I have the text right here,

it should be coming up on your screen.

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