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Dead Drop

Blair: Acceleration disease.

Workman: What?

Blair: It's an affliction common to the '90s. Everybody's wired, overcommitted. I got lots of information like that.

Man: That thing you said about being wired.

Blair: Yeah?

Man: You must be a mind reader.

Blair: Yeah.

Simon: More research questions?

Jim: Sandburg's neverending search for the missing link.

Simon: Maybe he should check a mirror.

Jim: Ellison.

Blair: Hey, Jim, doesn't look like I'm going to make it to lunch.

Jim: Don't tell me you're on that elevator.

Blair: Yes, I am, actually. Yeah, I was here getting a figurine appraised for the university. It's Chinese, 3rd century. It's supposed to be a good luck charm.

Jim: Good luck? Remember that breathing exercise you taught me, the one to relieve stress?

Blair: Yeah.

Jim: Start doing it.

Jim: I can't believe Sandburg's in the middle of this. Before he started tagging around with me, the worst that could happen to him at the university was a paper cut.

Simon: Look at the upside. His police experience is gonna help him through this.

Jim: Hey, Simon, is it me or is Cascade the most dangerous city in America?

Caitlin: He won't speak to me.

Blair: Why not?

Caitlin: You wouldn't understand.

Blair: Well, try me. I minored in psych.

Jim: We're going to do everything we can to get those people out, but in the meantime, I'd locate thatmoney.

Wilkenson: Or else what?

Jim: I drop a dime to the media and the world finds out that Mr. Newsweek hero is just an empty suit who'd let his own daughter die.

Wilkenson: What the hell is the matter with him?

Simon: Well, Mr. Wilkenson, I'll tell you. That's his friend in there and if you cared half as much for your daughter, maybe this whole thing would be over.

Blair: I'm gonna cut a hole in the bottom of the elevator. That's what I'm gonna do. I'm going to drop the bomb out. Fifteen stories. Boom! It's gonna be too far away to hurt any of us.

Workman: Depends on the size of the bomb.

Blair: The size of the bomb, the velocity of the explosion The rate of the fall, whether or not mercury is in retrograde, for crying out loud. But to tell you the truth, none of that really matters. Because we are only minutes away from redecorating the inside of this elevator. Come on, get that thing going. Can you hand me those glasses, please? Thank you. Okay, that's it. Okay. Come on, three minutes. Here, let me have that. Two summers at a sheet metal plant -- fastest torch in my crew. Nothing personal.

Joel: Out of the box at last, huh? Are you okay?

Blair: Well, you know that parachute ride down at the Cascade Pier?

Joel: Yeah.

Blair: Try it blindfolded, with a bomb in your lap and three hysterical people hanging onto you. I'm fine.

Jim: Hey, Chief, this figurine you brought here to have appraised?

Blair: Oh, yeah. Wang-Cho dynasty, third century B.C.

Jim: Some kind of good luck charm?

Blair: Mm-hmm.

Jim: If I were you I'd bring it back up to have it reappraised. Only this time...

Blair: ...take the stairs.

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