Without a Trace

Martin:
I think he's sleeping with her. The way he talks about her and she's climbing that corporate ladder pretty quick.

Jack Malone:
He may be in love with her, but he's not sleeping with her. Never even thought about it.

[Martin looks quizzically at Jack]

Jack Malone:
He's gay.

Martin:
What, because he called her a "fireball"?

Jack Malone:
No... 'cause he was checking you out.

Jack Malone:
According to the groom, she was an angel.

Martin:
I guess love is blind. And deaf. And very, very dumb.

Jack Malone:
Spoken like a true romantic.

Martin:
You still believe in that?

Jack Malone:
Yeah, marriage, kids, the whole nine yards.

[Martin looks at him]

Jack Malone:
I didn't say I was good at it, but I'm a huge fan.

Samantha:
Hey, you think it's easy being surrounded by guys with guns all day?

Martin:
I thought you liked guys with guns.

Samantha:
I like the guns.

Jack Malone:
[introducing the 'new guy'] All right, as you all know, we have a new member of the team joining us today - Martin Fitzgerald. Let's make sure we give him the frosty welcome that all rookies deserve.

Danny:
[whispers] Two years working white-collar in Seattle and he gets this assignment?

Samantha:
Doesn't hurt to be Victor Fitzgerald's kid.

Danny:
Mmm. No wonder he's smiling.

Samantha:
Not a bad smile, either.

Jack Malone:
I was surprised that your father didn't call me about you.

Martin:
I asked him to stay out of it. I don't want any preferential treatment.

Jack Malone:
Good, 'cause you're not getting any.

Jack Malone:
Everybody's skeptical of you white-collar guys.

Martin:
Yeah, I've noticed.

Samantha:
[about a missing person's father] He's barely got a pot to piss in and he's taking his daughter to a $300 dinner on a Saturday night?

Jack Malone:
Well, think about it. He abandons her when she's a kid. He doesn't know how to deal with it. Now he wants to be her best friend. It's classic guilt.

Samantha:
Is it guilt or romance? You don't go to Carmine's unless it's valentine's day or you're going to propose.

Jack Malone:
How would you know?

Vivian:
Where's she going?

Danny:
Maybe it's a booty call.

Samantha:
Your mind is always in the gutter. There was no call.

Danny:
Tom Wilkins, 11:48.

Martin:
In my experience, there's usually not a three-hour lag between the call and the, uh... [clears his throat] delivery.

Samantha:
Think a fresh change of clothes will make up for a lost night's sleep?

Jack Malone:
Well, if I looked as good as you in black, I wouldn't need to change.

Samantha:
[laughs] Jack... your collar.

Jack Malone:
You're starting to sound like my wife.

Samantha:
You should listen to your wife.

[Sam fixes the mussed collar]

Jack Malone:
You do this for Dr. Fred?

Samantha:
Sure.

Jack Malone:
How is Dr. Fred?

Samantha:
Busy and unavailable, just the way I like 'em.

Samantha:
Well, there's always Daddy Dearest. This way he gets the money and the girl.

Jack Malone:
You have a chip on your shoulder.

Danny:
[after a boy goes missing at Yankee Stadium] This would've never happened at Shea.

Vivian:
It's so sad how bitter Mets fans are.

[at a boxing training camp in the Catskills]

Danny:
I don't understand why someone would come all the way out here to get in shape. I've got a gym nineteen blocks from my apartment.

Samantha:
Your apartment's also in the vicinity of three gentlemen's clubs.

Danny:
I like a little variety in my workout.

[interrogating a suspect who shot at him]

Danny:
And if the ballistics come back positive, I've got you for attempted murder - of me.

[investigating the disappearance of a boxer]

Samantha:
I don't get it. You get beat in the head for a living, and you make money only to have your manager steal it. What's the point?

Danny:
Boxing does have its benefits.

Samantha:
What? Wearing satin shorts to work?

Martin:
[after breaking protocol on a case] How long does it take to get out of his dog house?

Danny:
Depends on the dog.

Samantha:
Don't mind Danny. He's just, uh, marking his territory.

Vivian:
Smart little kid, huh?

Danny:
Smart enough to blow off the Yankees.

Jack Malone:
[waiting on a suspect] Sometimes I wish I'd never quit smoking.

[Jack and Martin are chasing a suspect. Martin tackles suspect into a lake]

Jack Malone:
Where'd you learn that? White Collar?

Martin:
Sixth grade swim class.

Jack Malone:
I was gaining on him, ya know?

Martin:
Sorry about that.

[In reference to the "lake" incident]

Samantha:
Heard you got a little wet.

Martin:
Beats sweating my ass off in the doghouse.

Jack Malone:
[after two suspects leave a building] There's Frick and Frack now.

Jack Malone:
There's a lot more than pain here. There's a lot of secrets in this marriage.

Samantha:
Aren't there secrets in every marriage?

Samantha:
Is that from your infidelity handbook?

Jack Malone:
Chapter three.

[Talking about a re-united marriage]

Samantha:
So, what do you think their odds are? [Sam doesn't get an answer] Are you all right?

Jack Malone:
Marie and I separated.

Samantha:
When?

Jack Malone:
Three months ago.

Samantha:
Three months.

Jack Malone:
Yeah.

Samantha:
Well, I don't know what to say.

Jack Malone:
Well, you know, we were trying to work it out, and, uh we're in kind of, uh... limbo.

Samantha:
I'm going to go home.

[Going through a missing person's apartment]

Danny:
Tired of Queens? Here's what eighteen hundred gets in the city.

Martin:
Aw, come on, they can't all be like this.

Danny:
You're right. Most of the time, the bathtub's in the kitchen.

[Talking with a missing person's boss]

Martin:
Mmm. And she didn't seem bothered or distracted in any way?

Manager:
No more than usual. After you stand on your feet for six hours

[Martin and Danny are placing bets on a suspect]

Danny:
My money's on Goren Davic - the modeling guy. A: He used to run after-hours clubs in Brooklyn. B: NYPD has their eye on him...

Martin:
...and C: You don't like him.

Danny:
I was just getting to C.

[after interrogating a suspect]

Jack Malone:
The head butt was a nice touch.

Danny:
No... head "bump". That was a head "bump", not a head "butt".

[Waiting to interview a missing person's mother]

Samantha:
I know this house.

Martin:
It's a long way from New York, that's for sure.

Samantha:
Girls with dreams have been running away from this house for a hundred years.

[Jack tells Chet that a lead on his son was a dud]

Chet Collins:
Feels like drowning, Jack [starts to cry]... like drowning so slowly you don't even realize what's happening.

[Chet stands up]

Chet Collins:
Well, I-I have to go. I can't let Sean go, but... you know, each time... each time I'm scared that I might not be able to hang on.

Jack Malone:
You can hang on to me.

[bringing in garbage bags of shredded documents]

Danny:
Can anybody say "Enron"?

[an ex-veterinarian takes over a high-school type boarding school]

Jack Malone:
With what qualifications, looking after animals?

Samantha:
Well, high school's pretty rough these days.

Jack Malone:
Hilarious.

[Surveying a suspect's house]

Danny:
I think I heard something inside. Listen.

Martin:
You think you heard, or you did hear?

[the suspect is heading home and Jack is trying to warn Martin and Danny]

Jack Malone:
Spaulding's on his way back. Get out of there.

Martin:
Danny's in the house.

Jack Malone:
What the hell... what are you guys doing?

Martin:
He thought he heard something.

[Danny is still in the house when the suspect returns home. Martin is calling his radio to try and warn him]

Martin:
Did you hear me?

Danny:
Yeah, I heard you.

Martin:
You get something good?

Danny:
[puts on sunglasses] Oh, yeah.

[Talking to Barry Mashburn- the man running the hold-up]

Barry Mashburn:
No one's hurt. [pauses] Yet.

Jack Malone:
Does that include Sydney Harrison?

Barry Mashburn:
Sydney's safe for now.

Jack Malone:
Can you tell me where she is?

Barry Mashburn:
She's, uh, she's, uh, she's with my partner.

[Martin listens in on the phone conversation]

Barry Mashburn:
You know, but one word from me and she dies. They don't hear from me by midnight, she dies. You understand that?

Jack Malone:
Okay, Barry, I got it, I got it. It's good that you've kept your cool.

Barry Mashburn:
Yeah, so far.

Jack Malone:
Right, 'cause you don't want to hurt anyone, Barry, because if you do, that's when things are going to get difficult.

Barry Mashburn:
Oh, yeah, well, things are really peachy right now.

Jack Malone:
Martin?

Martin:
Yeah?

Jack Malone:
I know. [Martin doesn't say anything] About you, and uh...

Martin:
Okay.

Jack Malone:
Good luck with it.

Martin:
[nods] Good night.

Jack Malone:
Night.

Samantha:
[interrogating a suspect] Did you charge a plane ticket to Houston four months ago? [suspect nods] And then again two months ago, and then *again* last week? [suspect nods nervously]

Martin:
And did you run into this guy while you were there? [shows her a picture of a suspect] Lives in a suburb outside of Houston. Loves boats, loves to steal people off of boats.

Martin:
You know, we could make a sex tape. Post it online here, then you wouldn't have to tell anyone about us.

Samantha:
That's cute.

Maria Malone:
When I asked you to move to Chicago, in the back of my mind, I just, I never thought that you would say yes.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, I know.

Maria Malone:
And now I wish... you hadn't.

Jack Malone:
W-what are you talking about?

Maria Malone:
I'm so sorry. I don't want you... I don't want you to come with us.

Jack Malone:
Why?

Maria Malone:
I don't want to be married to you any more.

Jack Malone:
What kind of ambiguity?

Paula Van Doren:
The ambiguous kind.

Jack Malone:
I meant what I said before, Graham. You care about these kids. That's why you took Andy under your wing. He was confused, vulnerable. You were the only one who understood him.

Graham Spaulding:
Is that right?

Jack Malone:
I think so. But then he turned on you, didn't he? I know how that feels. Know how... painful that can be. You pour yourself into someone - your time, energy, and devotion. You give them everything they need to grow and then they just abandon you.

Graham Spaulding:
Are you speaking from experience?

Jack Malone:
Sure. You love someone... you make love to someone... you give your life to them and then they don't even look at you.

[Jack is bargaining with a suspect for the missing boy's location]

Jack Malone:
But I tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to give you fifteen minutes with him, if you tell me where he is.

Graham Spaulding:
You'd do that?

Jack Malone:
I'll give you fifteen minutes with him... alone. You can do whatever you want.

Graham Spaulding:
Fifteen minutes.

Jack Malone:
Whatever you want.

[after the missing boy is found]

Graham Spaulding:
Do I get my 15 minutes now?

Jack Malone:
Your 15 minutes are over.

Jack Malone:
Five a.m. Danny's up early.

Samantha:
That's assuming he went to bed.

[Sam's working on the man with two lives case]

Vivian:
What are you doing?

Samantha:
Trying to figure out who was following our "Prince Charming".

Vivian:
Don't judge the guy. It sounds like he was really trapped.

Samantha:
It's called divorce. What is with you people?

Vivian:
You're taking it a little personally.

Samantha:
You go to a lawyer, he draws up the papers, you sign them, you swallow your regret, and you move on.

Vivian:
And of course you're speaking from experience.

Samantha:
Yeah. I was married once. When I was 18.

Vivian:
Really.

Samantha:
Yeah, it was red hot for the first two weeks and ice cold the last four months.

Vivian:
Well, at least you understand commitment.

Samantha:
[laughs] Thanks.

[Father-in-law of the missing person is a suspect]

Jack Malone:
He's afraid. He thinks we're on to something.

Samantha:
I'm sure he's quaking in his boots. We got nothing on him, Jack.

[Danny and Martin are back from California]

Danny:
A plane is not supposed to be in the sky. It's not natural.

Martin:
Neither was that flight attendant and you weren't afraid of her.

[Danny is checking in after his flight home]

Danny:
Vivalina.

Vivian:
[laughs] Ah... how'd it go with Mr. Fitzgerald?

Danny:
Good, good. He took a little breaking in but he's a good guy.

[a girl goes missing in a small town]

Vivian:
What's so fascinating?

Martin:
Oh, it's nothing. I was just... this town, it seems so innocent, you know?

Vivian:
Just wait till we're done with them.

[Staking out a bar]

Marla:
Sure you don't want a real drink?

Danny:
No, I'm fine. Thanks.

Marla:
Not on the job?

Danny:
Not ever.

[Jack brings Sam a cup of coffee]

Samantha:
Ah, thank you.

Jack Malone:
Looks like I should have brought you eye drops.

Samantha:
Yeah, and you look like a million bucks.

[Looking through videos the missing girl made]

Samantha:
I've been sitting here all night looking for clues, looking for suspects. I mean, I'm not just seeing her I'm seeing... everything she sees and I keep thinking that if I get to know her maybe that'll help, you know? And then I think maybe I'll get to know her and it won't make any difference at all, it just... [Starts to cry]... God, I'm sorry.

[Jack puts a hand on her shoulder]

Jack Malone:
This is... well, you're not supposed to get used to this. You're not. When you do... it's time to hang it up.

[about the mayor of a small town]

Jack Malone:
Must be the town snitch.

Martin:
Well, he is a politician.

[Staking out a ransom drop spot]

Samantha:
Nothing but the rats and the roaches.

Danny:
At least you got company.

[Two restaurant workers find the ransom money in the dumpster]

Jack Malone:
[into mic] Oh, please. Danny, get rid of them.

[Danny takes out ear piece and tucks it into his shirt. He moves from his spot and approaches the two restaurant workers who have opened the bag and start pocketing the money inside]

Danny:
Hey. Hey, you want to live to see tomorrow? Don't be playing with my livelihood, you got me?

[Danny lifts his shirt and shows them his gun. He pushes them aside and grabs the bag from them. The workers leave. Danny puts the bag back in the trash bin]

Jack Malone:
Nice work, Serpico.

Danny:
I grew up on Pacino.

[Talking to a fake kidnapper who called in a fake ransom]

Jack Malone:
Easy money. Didn't occur to you that we'd be all over this?

Guy:
I told her not to call the police.

Jack Malone:
You are hands down the biggest idiot I've ever met.

[an eleven year old has been surfing porn sites]

Jack Malone:
Geez. I didn't know what girls looked like when I was his age.

Danny:
I was all over it. My brothers were good for something.

[about to teenagers having an argument]

Jack Malone:
This is all over a key chain?

Danny:
It's the South Bronx, Jack. Kids get shot for a whole lot less there.

Jack Malone:
The cops don't have time for it, right?

Danny:
No, but I do.

[after an interrogation, where Danny got physical with a suspect]

Martin:
What the hell was that?

Danny:
A little improvisation.

Martin:
It was stupid is what it was.

[Sam is seeing her therapist]

Samantha:
So, you see... when a bullet goes in to the thigh, it can lodge in the fascia. That's the, uh, connective tissue. Mine was a through-and-through, which means the bullet went...

Dr. Lisa Harris:
I know what it is.

Samantha:
Okay, so to answer your question, getting shot felt very much like someone had taken a jackhammer to my leg. A burning hot jackhammer. [pauses] And you're staring at me.

Dr. Lisa Harris:
Samantha... I asked you what it felt like to be shot, and you described, in quite some detail, the physical experience of being wounded. I'm interested in knowing how it felt in other ways.

Samantha:
Oh. Why didn't you say that?

Dr. Lisa Harris:
Samantha, you were brought here because you were a hostage in a kidnapping, during which you were shot in the leg with your own gun. You were assigned to desk duty, and as soon as you were allowed back on active, you shot and killed two suspects during an investigation.

Samantha:
That was a good shooting.

Dr. Lisa Harris:
Yes, I read the report.

Samantha:
There's a little girl, a violinist, who is missing. I'm sure you've heard. I could help her a lot more if I was out there doing my job.

Dr. Lisa Harris:
Well, right now, this is part of your job. And as our time is up I won't keep you. I have you on for Thursday, 8:00 a.m...

Samantha:
I can't do Thursday. But I'll call you.

[Walking through a group home]

Samantha:
Growing up here, I don't even know how these kids have a chance.

Vivian:
Is that your liberal conscience talking?

Samantha:
That's my heart talking. Where's yours?

[a suspect is cooperating]

Danny:
Hey, Radio, you see how pleasant this whole process can be when you give us what we want?

Radio:
Well, since I served my country do I get a letter from the president?

[about an Arabic doctor who disappears]

Jack Malone:
You notice how he went from respected doctor to suspected terrorist in the space of a five-minute conversation?

Martin:
I guess that's the world we live in.

Jack Malone:
I guess.

[Looking through a messy apartment]

Martin:
Hmm, very functional.

Samantha:
Reminds me of a dorm room at Quantico.

Martin:
Good ol' Club Quantico.

[Going through the missing doctor's med books]

Samantha:
Neurology, toxicology, virology.

Martin:
The study of viruses.

Samantha:
Well, that's not odd, considering he's a doctor.

Martin:
Here's some light reading: "Dirty Democracy". "How the U.S. Sends Its Blasphemers to Death", "Why Terrorists Keep Picking on the U.S.", "How the U.S. Has Perverted Dozens of Foreign Elections" and much, much more.

Samantha:
All by Colin Blume. From Boston.

Martin:
A bit inflammatory, no?

Samantha:
Last time I checked we still had freedom of the press.

Martin:
Look, I'm not condoning censorship but we've got a profile.

Samantha:
Yeah, of a Saudi Arabian Doctor. That's all we have.

Martin:
Look, profiles aren't flawless but they exist for a reason. I mean, come on, we use them every day.

[Sam picks up another book]

Samantha:
Oh, look, Pediatrics. Maybe he's a pedophile too.

[Jack brings in the Joint Terrorism Task Force in about the Arabic doctor]

Samantha:
Jack, I, um... I think you're making a mistake. I think... that you have jumped the gun bringing in JTTF.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, well, that's my call.

Samantha:
You're right, it is your call. But just... think about it. I mean, after this investigation, do you think Anwar will be able to get a job in his field? Forget the CDC. He'll be lucky if the INS renews his VISA.

Jack Malone:
It's not my problem. Look, if any of this is making you uncomfortable I can transfer you to another case.

Samantha:
[coldly] No. I can manage.

Martin:
Was that obstruction?

Jack Malone:
No. That was frustration.

Martin:
Sam, I want to show you something.

Samantha:
It's "Samantha". Nobody calls me "Sam".

Martin:
Jack calls you "Sam" all the time.

Samantha:
Well, Jack's the boss. In case you hadn't noticed.

Martin:
Why do I get the feeling that you're profiling me? Ambitious, white male willing to do anything to get ahead including show up his coworkers and

[about a missing father]

Jack Malone:
No. Pillar of the community, coaches little league. The whole nine yards.

Vivian:
That's a mixed metaphor.

Jack Malone:
Indeed.

[about domestic abuse]

Jack Malone:
No, no history and history is written by the victors.

Vivian:
Winners... and that's a clich?.

Jack Malone:
It's an adage. And it's an adage because it's true

Jack Malone:
Perfect husband, perfect father, perfect life.

Danny:
Sounds like perfect denial.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, we'll see.

Martin:
How do you know the father took her? Maybe they were kidnapped. Maybe he was killed and then she was taken.

Samantha:
Even a psychotic pedophile is unlikely to target a girl traveling with an adult male.

Martin:
So without any evidence to suggest this guy was dirty you assume, this is a custody thing or incest.

Jack Malone:
Careful, Martin, she's got a thing about men.

[the missing father was having an affair]

Samantha:
Another woman.

Martin:
So says busybody.

Samantha:
And you believe the trusted car thief? One minute he doesn't know anything about his boss the next, he's crying into his soup about what a Quaker the guy is.

[the missing father has $500,000 in his bank account]

Danny:
He's got an ex-con working for him. Maybe this whole Laundromat, dry-cleaner thing is a front.

Jack Malone:
For what?

Danny:
I don't know. Drugs, diamonds, illegal ferrets.

Samantha:
Oh, the wife's always the last to know.

[Danny is giving Jack grief]

Jack Malone:
What? Did I take you away from a date?

Danny:
Actually, yeah. You?

Jack Malone:
Please.

Vivian:
Morning, sunshine.

Martin:
Oh, give me a break. I've been at the hospital for the last eight hours.

[Checking hospital records]

Vivian:
Anything turn up?

Martin:
Oh, yeah. 23 nurses, 14 doctors, 12 orderlies and a partridge in a pear tree.

[Talking about a father-to-be]

Jack Malone:
My wife was nuts about all this baby stuff, too. A lot of bedside reading. "Daddy, Who Are"..."Prepping Papa". This guy was really committed.

Samantha:
[flatly] Yeah, he's a real saint. Eight-and-a-half months pregnant and she's waiting on him hand and foot.

Jack Malone:
She brought him breakfast. He didn't ask her to go downstairs and rotate the tires on his car.

[Reviewing security tapes of a hospital]

Danny:
We have doctor, man in a wheelchair, pregnant woman that's not her... a fat guy in a robe, a nurse...

Martin:
Is it important that you narrate?

Danny:
You know, I'm sorry, I forgot... you can't think and listen at the same time, and...

Martin:
That's pretty good for someone who can't think without speaking. This is one big hospital.

Danny:
You'd rather be in the field, right?

Martin:
Always.

[Bringing in chinese take-out]

Danny:
Yo, this stinks.

Martin:
Yeah, just the way I like it. Thanks.

Danny:
I don't know how you eat that crap in the morning. It's gross.

Martin:
Oh, come on - protein, carbs, dairy... three of the four food groups. It's good. You want some?

[after the husband has an outburst in which he threatens someone's life]

Samantha:
Wow. Well, that's refreshing. He's got the FBI in his lap and he still says whatever he's thinking.

Jack Malone:
Either that or he just can't control himself.

[Looking through office buildings]

Danny:
But all we have is an address? Wow, this is some lead. Looks like we're going door to door. I should've brought my bibles.

Samantha:
Yeah, I think you're more of an insurance guy. In the meantime, give me the names. I'll, uh, I'll start running them.

Danny:
You want them in alphabetical order?

Samantha:
Very cute. What are they?

[about transferring to another case]

Vivian:
Okay, if you guys don't want to work on the case, I think you need to take it up with Jack.

Danny:
Oh, we'd love to - it just seems like somebody doesn't want to leave his office today.

Vivian:
Jack, you are not responsible for everything and everybody.

Jack Malone:
Are you done?

[Chet is giving Jack a Saints pendant]

Jack Malone:
St. Jude.

Chet Collins:
Yeah. I got it from a priest about a year ago. I don't know if the man gave it to me because he thought I was a lost or because Sean was lost. Either way... [whispers] I don't need it anymore. But maybe, I thought, you know, maybe you could use it.

Danny:
Morning, hot stuff.

Samantha:
Good morning to you. Late night last night?

Danny:
A man's got to do.

Samantha:
Yeah? Who's the lucky?

Danny:
I don't kiss and tell, you know that.

[Looking at a blood-stained car]

Danny:
Oh, something definitely happened. If that's her blood, there's only one question: Where'd they dump the body?

Samantha:
You are such a pessimist. She could have been assaulted and kidnapped for all we know.

Danny:
I bet that's what you told the cops, right?

[Going through missing flight attendant's room]

Martin:
Mmm, she's in AA. One day at a time. So, what do you think about that?

Samantha:
Turning everything over to a higher power? Hey, like John Lennon says, "Whatever gets you through the night."

[Checking out missing person's internet 'profiles']

Vivian:
How is the wonderful world of internet dating?

Jack Malone:
Well, there's no better way to get to know your victim than to hear what she has to say about herself.

[On internet dating]

Jack Malone:
This is what I have to look forward to. I'm going to take one of these out. What do you think of this: Uh, Jumpin' Jack Flash. Divorced, two kids, bad knee, grumpy workaholic. It's a pretty good sell, right?

Vivian:
My husband's looking better everyday.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, I'll bet.

[about murdered internet-daters]

Samantha:
Any luck?

Eric Keller:
Actually, we've been too lucky. Our ladies have had more dates in the last two weeks than all of them combined in the last two years.

Samantha:
Got a list for me?

[Eric digs out a folded sheet of notebook paper]

Samantha:
Ooh. Very official. Can you get me a bit more background on any of these guys?

Eric Keller:
I'll see what we can do.

Samantha:
Okay.

[Sam starts to leave, but turns back around]

Samantha:
You know... you don't look too bad yourself.

Eric Keller:
Thanks.

Samantha:
But for a detective, your investigating skills are pretty poor. I didn't let my hair grow; I cut it.

Eric Keller:
Uh, Yeah.

[about leaving Sam alone with her ex-boyfriend]

Samantha:
You did not have to do that.

Danny:
Sure, I did.

Samantha:
Oh, god.

[Eric Keller and Sam going undercover, Martin and Danny are watching from across the room]

Martin:
Is there something going on between those two?

Danny:
Used to be.

Martin:
Really? That's her type, huh?

Danny:
Hey, are you jealous?

Martin:
Jealous? What, are you crazy?

Danny:
Okay. Guess I'm crazy.

Martin:
[smiles and shakes his head] Yeah.

Martin:
Samantha... you, uh, you got time to grab a drink?

Samantha:
Oh, I've... I-I told Keller I'd meet him. But, I mean, you're welcome to come with us if...

Martin:
No, no, that's all right. No, you guys go ahead. Thanks.

Samantha:
Okay, well, maybe some other time?

Martin:
Yeah, some other time.

[Tricking a suspect's roomie to let them in the apartment]

Jack Malone:
Does that look like a water pipe to you, Agent Fitzgerald?

Martin:
Oh... certainly looks like one.

[Picking up a call from Jack or Danny]

Martin:
[into phone] This Freud or Jung?

[about a missing vet's war medals]

Jack Malone:
Distinguished service medal... Bronze Star... Purple Heart... Silver Star... Vietnam Service Medal... Liberation of Kuwait.

Samantha:
Are they in order of importance?

Jack Malone:
Uh... no. If they were, it would be Silver Star first, then Bronze Star. It appears that they're in chronological order. Maybe the timeline of his career.

Samantha:
Well, then I think I know how his career ends. His service pistol's missing.

[Martin's dad is some head-honcho in the government]

Victor Fitzgerald:
[to Jack] So, how's my boy doing? They giving him a hard time because of his old man?

Jack Malone:
Well, I don't know. Are we?

Martin:
Constantly.

[after Jack has had an argument with Victor Fitzgerald]

Jack Malone:
Didn't even wait for me to say, "yes, sir."

Martin:
He never does.

[Heading in to interrogate a suspect/congressman]

Martin:
Sure you don't want to wait for my father?

Jack Malone:
I left word at his office.

Martin:
[dryly] It's a shame we missed him.

[after Martin and Jack come back from a trip]

Danny:
How was Washington?

Jack Malone:
"D.C.," As in "Didn't Cooperate." I did get a free pen out of Whitehurst's office, though.

[Looking at a service pistol]

Jack Malone:
It's a Russian Tokarov.

Danny:
Yeah. Jack knows his guns.

[Martin sees his dad heading for Jack's office]

Martin:
Oh, great.

Danny:
What?

Martin:
Hold on to your hat.

[about Jack's army expertise]

Jack Malone:
I was in the 82nd airborne, first battalion in the 504 in '79.

Manny Ayabar:
Red devils, huh?

Jack Malone:
Yeah. Baggy pants.

[to a drug-dealer]

Danny:
Hey... nice pony tail.

[Walking up to a missing teacher's apartment]

Danny:
This is three. Just two more to go.

Martin:
Oh! Why is it that no one in a walkup ever lives on the first two floors?

Danny:
Vampires.

Martin:
Really?

Danny:
Yeah, they have all the lower apartments all to themselves.

Martin:
No direct sunlight, right?

Danny:
Exactly. Plus, they live to be 106 years old, so the apartments never turn around.

Martin:
Oh, that's good to know.

[after Danny's been shot at]

Jack Malone:
[into phone] How's he doing?

Samantha:
[into phone] Well, he'll never admit it, but he's a little amped up.

[after talking to a real-estate agent]

Vivian:
Buying a dream house, talking about starting a family... Doesn't sound like a guy who was planning to run.

Martin:
Want to know the part I heard? This guy felt trapped by his life, and he wanted a clean start.

Vivian:
You sound pretty convinced.

Martin:
Just speaking from experience.

Danny:
What do you know about bog turtles?

Samantha:
Bog turtles?

Danny:
Apparently, they're an endangered species.

Samantha:
Bog turtles... who knew?

Martin:
This case is really getting to you.

Samantha:
Yea.

Martin:
Is it the kid?

Samantha:
It's all of it.

Jack Malone:
Are we not talking? Is that, uh, is that what's going on here? You know, it's been two weeks. You still haven't unpacked the boxes at your desk. [she looks at him] What's that for, is that for my benefit?

Vivian:
Don't flatter yourself, Jack, please.

Jack Malone:
You know what, Viv? I understand that you're upset. Just knock off the whole martyr thing, will you?

Vivian:
Me? A martyr? Look who's talking. You walk around with the weight of the world on your shoulders. You know what? As far as I'm concerned, you should be back in Chicago doing what's right for your kids.

Jack Malone:
You know what? You want to take a shot at me about my work, that's one thing. But just shut up about my personal life, all right? It's none of your business.

Vivian:
Yeah, well, stop bringing your personal life into the workplace, Jack.

Jack Malone:
What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Vivian:
It means you screwed Samantha and dumped her like garbage. You go back to your wife, but you don't really try and make that work. You recommend me for a job, then you take that back. Then you come along and you say sorry, like I'm supposed to go back as if nothing happened. Well, you know what? You need to take responsibility for the things you do, Jack, and grow up.

Danny:
[hugging Jack] I am so sorry about your Dad.

Jack Malone:
[trying to escape Danny's hug] What are you doing?

Vivian:
[about a kid who has been kidnapped whom they don't know anything about] We've got a decent sketch...

Jack Malone:
[deadpan] Great.

Vivian:
Hey, it's a start.

Jack Malone:
Not much of one.

Cruz, Mexican Federale:
[while driving after Lucy Costin ran away] What sort of Cuban name is "Taylor" anyway?

Danny:
You like to tell jokes? I got a joke for you; How many Mexican Federales does it take to keep one American woman in a hotel room?

Cruz, Mexican Federale:
Why don't you go back to your country and let us do our jobs?

Danny:
You know what, if you could do your job... I would be in my country. Yeah, but unfortunatley I got to come here to do your job...

[Martin gives Sam a long to-do list]

Samantha:
I thought you said one thing.

Martin:
Yeah, but this is you.

Jack Malone:
There was no way I was going to leave that boy to die.

Paula Van Doren:
You made your own bed on this, Jack.)

Jack Malone:
You know, I used to think that this job was worth it. Giving up my life, my family, my friends, but today I almost sold my soul, and you know what? Not worth it. Here's my letter of resignation.

[Note:
Jack DOES NOT quit his job]

[At a point where everyone thinks they've lost their jobs]

Danny:
Good luck, man.

Martin:
Thanks.

Danny:
Martin...

[Martin turns around]

Danny:
When this is all over, and you and I are looking for our next gig, I just want you to know that I-I think we make a hell of a team.

Martin:
What, selling shoes?

Danny:
[amused] Shoes, boots, pumps, whatever.

Martin:
Sounds good to me.

[a drop off has turned into a hostage situation, in which Sam is one of the hostages]

Paula Van Doren:
What the hell happened, Jack?

Jack Malone:
We had a drop go bad. There's a suspect across the street in a bookstore. He's holding about a half a dozen hostages.

Paula Van Doren:
And Special Agent Spade is one of these hostages?

Jack Malone:
Yes.

Paula Van Doren:
Mm-hmm. Have you achieved contact with the suspect?

Jack Malone:
[sighs] Not yet.

Paula Van Doren:
Then Drummond should step in and be the negotiator on this.

Jack Malone:
With all due respect to you and Drummond, I am knee-deep in this. I have background on the suspect. I know a lot about the person he kidnapped. I have tons of experience in hostage negotiation, not to mention the fact that there's one of my agents in that bookstore.

Paula Van Doren:
Which is what makes me doubt whether or not you have proper objectivity - particularly because it's... this agent, Jack.

[Martin looks over and appears to be eavesdropping]

Jack Malone:
[lowers his voice] Which is exactly why I should do it. Because if she tries to communicate something to me covertly, I am the best one to interpret it. I know her. Drummond doesn't.

Paula Van Doren:
You've got the rope, Jack. Don't hang yourself with it.

[On the phone with Barry Mashburn]

Barry Mashburn:
I-I-I don't need anymore false promises.

Jack Malone:
What are you talking about? We just started talking. There's no false promises here. What are you talking about?

Barry Mashburn:
Let's just say people are liars, Jack.

Jack Malone:
Okay, let's just say that people are liars. Let's just say that. But I'm not, okay? You know why I'm not? Because I have to keep my credibility. If I lie, I lose my credibility with you and that's not good, because we have to work this out together. You understand? We have to work this thing out together.

[Sam has been shot during a hostage situation]

Barry Mashburn:
[to Richard] Where'd you get the gun?

Richard:
[points and stutters trying not give Sam away] It was... I-I... it was over there. I don't know. It was there.

Barry Mashburn:
[to Richard] You the cop?

Richard:
[scoffs] If I was, I'd have taken you out five hours ago.

Barry Mashburn:
All right, who's the cop? Huh?

[Barry starts to swing his gun around]

Samantha:
[shouts] I am! I'm FBI.

Barry Mashburn:
[disbelieving] No way.

[On the phone with Barry, after Sam's been shot]

Jack Malone:
Barry, what's going on in there?

Barry Mashburn:
Nothing. Everything's fine.

Jack Malone:
Well, I heard a gunshot.

Barry Mashburn:
It was an accident. Everyone's fine.

Jack Malone:
So nobody's been shot?

Barry Mashburn:
No, no, no.

Jack Malone:
Well, then, what happened?

[Barry doesn't answer]

Jack Malone:
Barry, what happened?

Barry Mashburn:
One of the idiots tried to jump me. My gun went off, but it, uh, it-it shot into the floor.

Jack Malone:
Okay, okay. Uh. Let me talk to somebody else in there.

Barry Mashburn:
What, you don't believe me?

Jack Malone:
Well, two minutes ago, you were talking about shooting people.

Barry Mashburn:
I-I never said that.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, that's what you told Samantha to tell me.

Barry Mashburn:
Well, she was just nervous. She-she-she wanted to get out of here.

Jack Malone:
Okay, well, let me talk to her.

Barry Mashburn:
No! No, you got to take my word for it. I don't want to talk right now.

[Once again, on the phone with Barry]

Jack Malone:
Yeah?

Barry Mashburn:
Okay, look... We need a doctor.

Jack Malone:
What for?

Barry Mashburn:
Somebody got shot.

Jack Malone:
Who?

Barry Mashburn:
Samantha.

[Martin lets out a breath]

Jack Malone:
How bad is it?

Barry Mashburn:
It-it was an accident.

Jack Malone:
[hard] I didn't ask you what happened. I asked you how bad it was.

[Van Doren sends Jack a look. Martin doesn't move from the headphones]

Jack Malone:
You've been jerking me around for 45 minutes, Barry.

Barry Mashburn:
What are you talking about? You lied to me! You've been lying this whole time!

Jack Malone:
What the hell you talking about?

Barry Mashburn:
I found her badge, Jack! She's one of yours.

[after that last conversation with Barry]

Jack Malone:
We're not sending in a doctor, we have to send in the SWAT team.

Paula Van Doren:
[softly] Jack, when I asked you if you could keep your objectivity with Spade inside there, you said you could. Now, she said it was an accident. She said it was a through-and-through.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, and I think she's not telling the truth. For all we know, he had a gun to her head. We can't take anything she says at face value.

Paula Van Doren:
SWAT is the last resort. Now, do your job and negotiate your agent out of there.

[Sydney is the reason Barry's wife died in 9-11]

Jack Malone:
Yeah, I have a feeling that as long as his wife was dead and Sydney is alive, it was never going to be enough.

Martin:
You know, if this guy did kill Sydney, he's not going to have too much regret about Samantha. I mean, she's just another person who betrayed him.

[Phone conversation]

Barry Mashburn:
They're going to turn me into a maniac, aren't they?

Jack Malone:
Who, Barry?

Barry Mashburn:
The press.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, they probably will do that. Sooner or later, it was going to come out. It's inevitable.

Barry Mashburn:
Look, Jack, Jack, I-I never wanted any of this to happen. Okay, I just wanted...

Jack Malone:
[quietly] What, Barry? What did you want?

Barry Mashburn:
I don't know. I don't know. I don't know what I wanted. I-I... don't even know what I'm doing here.

Jack Malone:
Listen to me. You've made some bad decisions, but it's not too late. You can get yourself out of this.

Barry Mashburn:
Okay, okay, Jack, please, tell them that it was an accident.

Jack Malone:
Look, Barry, I can tell them all of that, but they're not going to believe it until you let Samantha go.

Barry Mashburn:
T-tell them that-that it... tell the press it-it was an accident and I will-I will... I will release someone else to you. I promise.

Jack Malone:
Why not her?

Barry Mashburn:
No, no, no. She's my insurance.

Jack Malone:
Against what?

Barry Mashburn:
So-so that you get moving on my helicopter.

Jack Malone:
Look, Barry, Samantha's life is no more important than anyone else's, but she's the one who's been shot.

Barry Mashburn:
No, th-this is not negotiable, Jack. She stays.

[Martin and Jack share a look]

Jack Malone:
Who do you want to give me?

Barry Mashburn:
Okay.

[looks at Richard]

Barry Mashburn:
The Idiot.

Barry Mashburn:
[to Richard] Okay, you're going out.

Richard:
What about her?

[points at Sam]

Barry Mashburn:
This isn't a discussion, "Dick".

[the SWAT Team has just retrieved Richard from the bookstore]

Richard:
What the hell did you handcuff me for?

Jack Malone:
Standard procedure. For all we know, you could've been an accomplice. We had to check you out.

Richard:
W-wait, you're investigating me? While I've been doing the whole time trying to stop the guy?

Martin:
And you got one of our agents shot because of it.

Richard:
[defensively] Well, maybe, if you guys weren't sitting around here with your thumbs up your asses, we wouldn't have to be in there trying to take the fight...

Martin:
Why don't you just settle down, all right?

Jack Malone:
Do me a favor? Just tell me how she is.

Richard:
[quietly] She's bleeding all over the place. She's going to die in there.

Jack Malone:
[quietly] Grab that.

[Martin takes the gun]

Martin:
What are you doing?

[Hands Martin his wallet]

Jack Malone:
Hold down the fort.

[Jack crosses the street, and heads towards the bookstore]

Jack Malone:
[yells] Barry!

[Barry grabs of the hostages]

Barry Mashburn:
Come here.

[Barry drags the hostage to the door and puts the gun against his head]

Jack Malone:
Come to the door. I want to talk to you! Come on, Barry, open the door!

Jack Malone:
[shouts] Open the door! I want to talk!

Barry Mashburn:
[shouts] Who the hell are you?

Jack Malone:
I'm the guy you've been talking to. [flashes his bade] Jack Malone, FBI.

Barry Mashburn:
Well, what do you want?

Jack Malone:
I want to come in.

Barry Mashburn:
No way!

Jack Malone:
Yeah, yeah, come on, let me in...

[Jack takes off his tie and throws it aside]

Jack Malone:
Look, I got nothing, all right? Nothing!

[He takes off his jacket and drops it to the ground]

Jack Malone:
Nothing! No gun. I'm not wired...

[Jack lifts up his shirt]

Jack Malone:
Nothing, see? [yells] Nothing!

Barry Mashburn:
[yells back] What do you want?

Jack Malone:
I want Samantha!

Barry Mashburn:
And why should I give her to you?

Jack Malone:
[shouts] Because she is bleeding to death... and I know that you're not a murderer!

Barry Mashburn:
Well... what do I get in return?

Jack Malone:
Me. You get me.

Jack Malone:
What's going on, Barry? What are you thinking?

Barry Mashburn:
Nothing.

Jack Malone:
Come on. It's just you and me. Talk to me.

Barry Mashburn:
Of all the things that happened... you know what consumes me the most?

Jack Malone:
What?

Barry Mashburn:
The last time I saw my wife.

Jack Malone:
What happened?

[Barry laughs softly]

Barry Mashburn:
Nothing. It was nothing special at all.

Barry Mashburn:
[quietly] I got nothing to lose, Jack. You want to keep talking? Right?

[Barry puts his gun up against Jack's forehead]

Barry Mashburn:
How about that? You feeling something now?

Jack Malone:
Okay, I want you to take Martin with you.

Samantha:
No, Jack, I can do this on my own.

Jack Malone:
Yes, I know. I want you to take him anyway.

[a father refuses to let FBI search his sons' rooms]

Jack Malone:
Everybody's an expert.

Vivian:
I bet he's searching their rooms as we speak.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, I bet.

Martin:
Are you coming?

Samantha:
Hold your horses.

[Sam slowly pulls herself out the car]

Martin:
Physical therapy going pretty well, huh?

Samantha:
Do yourself a favor, don't get shot. It's not all it's cracked up to be.

Martin:
I'll try my best.

[about Jack, as he drops off ransom money]

Vivian:
Well, he certainly looks as if he's old enough to have teenage kids.

Danny:
Definitely having a hard time with that bag.

Vivian:
He says he's been working out. I guess $5 million bucks weighs a lot.

[Staking out the father of two 'kidnappers']

Martin:
Doesn't look like he needs any more money. He's probably just protecting his kids.

Samantha:
Yeah, remind me not to have any.

Martin:
They don't all turn out to be psychopathic kidnappers, you know.

Samantha:
Let me guess - 2.2, white picket fence, golden retriever.

Martin:
Yeah, maybe. Something like that.

Samantha:
Not for me. Not in this world.

[Sam has been put on leave after the shooting]

Martin:
Hey, what are you doing here?

Samantha:
I forgot something. [pauses] The kids are all right?

Martin:
That's what Roger Daltry says.

Samantha:
[smiles] Right. Yeah.

Martin:
Get some sleep, will you?

Samantha:
Yeah, I just got to... find the thing that I forgot... before.

Martin:
Right.

Samantha:
Yeah.

Martin:
Okay.

Samantha:
Goodnight.

Martin:
G'Night.

[Martin starts to head for the door]

Samantha:
Martin?

[Martin stops and turns around]

Samantha:
You know how you said we should get a drink sometime?

Martin:
Yeah?

Samantha:
I could really use a drink.

Martin:
Well... nothing worse than a beautiful woman drinking alone.

[In the church of a missing priest]

Vivian:
Confessional's over there.

Jack Malone:
Not enough time in the day. I'll pass.

[Holding up a picture of a priest's Little League team]

Vivian:
We're going to have to interview every one of these boys.

Danny:
Because he's a priest?

Vivian:
Because he's a missing priest.

Danny:
H-he's a man of god, and he's dying, okay, so show compassion.

Vivian:
You know, I want to believe in him, too, but you have got to admit, they have been testing our faith a lot these days.

Danny:
I played on a team. The St. Benedict's Dragons.

Vivian:
I find it very hard to imagine you in a white communion gown.

Danny:
I didn't actually go to church. When I was 13, I got busted shoplifting a flask of rum from a liquor store. The judge gave me two choices: St. Benedict's after-school program or juvie. I figured a couple hours of basketball a day, how bad could it be?

Vivian:
And how bad was it?

Danny:
Father Orlando kicked my ass. Probably saved my life.

[discussing suspects based on a profile]

Martin:
Well, the husband's a lawyer. They usually have above average intelligence - sort of.

Jack Malone:
I hear you're the b*tch of Detention Block C. You'd better tell me what I want to know.

Convict:
Or what?

Jack Malone:
Or you're gonna spend the rest of your life in here, bending over to pick up the soap.

[after Sam's OPR meeting]

Samantha:
Remind me to slam that OPR guy with a softball at the next spring picnic.

Vivian:
I'm not sure that's how you get on their good side.

Jack Malone:
What makes you assume I was a Catholic?

Fr. Sean Walker:
You have the disillusionment of someone that used to believe.

[Jack nods]

Fr. Sean Walker:
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be presumptuous.

Jack Malone:
Hey, presume away.

[about a missing priest]

Samantha:
So maybe he's really good at keeping secrets... or he just doesn't trust his coworkers.

[Sam sends Vivian the "Look"]

[Going through a suspect's apartment]

Martin:
This guy's an ex-con.

Danny:
What?

[Holds up a beaded box]

Martin:
Prison art.

Danny:
What, did you do a nickel at pelican bay? 'Cause if you did, I'm going to be a whole lot nicer to you.

Martin:
Nah, actually I did an internship at a state prison, taught accounting. And I received several of these lovely cigarette box knickknack holders as thank-you gifts.

[after an ex-con is found in a stolen car]

Danny:
I get it... he gave it to you, right? Kind of like, uh, "congratulations for getting out of the slammer" gift.

[Talking to a found missing person]

Vivian:
Go easy on him.

Jack Malone:
Don't I always?

Jack Malone:
I talked to Schmidt in OPR. You can go back into the field, under one condition.

Samantha:
What?

Jack Malone:
We want you to see the in-house counselor.

Samantha:
"We?"

Jack Malone:
Okay, me.

Samantha:
No.

Jack Malone:
Samantha, you may not think that I'm the best person qualified to talk to you about this... But this kind of event can have long-term fallout, and you've got to deal with it.

Samantha:
I just feel like you've lost faith in me.

Jack Malone:
Nobody has lost faith in you. Least of all me.

[about the fianc? of a missing girl]

Jack Malone:
Smells like a brewery in here.

Martin:
Yeah, you noticed?

Danny:
What, is he still drunk?

Martin:
Nah, he's just fairly hung over.

[Sam is going to Palm Springs with Martin on assignment]

Samantha:
I might be reading too much into this, but there's, um... no hidden message in you sending me on vacation to Palm Springs, is there?

Jack Malone:
What kind of message?

Samantha:
Like, maybe I'm just getting back to work, and you're trying to get me out of your hair.

Jack Malone:
You are... reading too much into this. You should just take it for what it is: In-flight movie and a little bit of sun... and a chance to interview a convicted felon and a potential murderer. Enjoy.

[Martin is confronting an ex-con he used to work with]

Martin:
Are you any better with names like Dennis Ricci or Timothy Deleia? You were both.

Lucas Vohland:
Is this your girlfriend?

Samantha:
I'm his partner.

Lucas Vohland:
You're a lot better-looking than his last one.

[about missing con-artist]

Martin:
It doesn't seem like you kill somebody for ripping you off on a painting.

Samantha:
Certainly not those people. They'd probably just refill your iced tea. You know, it sounds more to me like Whitney knew she was going to get caught, and she ran. I'm driving.

[Sam's cell goes off]

Martin:
No, I've seen you drive.

Samantha:
I'm driving.

Martin:
Oh, where's the airbag?

Samantha:
[into phone] Hello? Oh, yeah, look, I'm really sorry about that. I kind of got busy. Yeah, Thursday at seven sounds great. Okay, I'll see you then.

Martin:
Hot date?

Samantha:
Yeah, with my federally funded therapist.

Raymond Deesy:
So, the FBI's giving out parking tickets now?

Jack Malone:
Define "honestly".

[phone call with Martin]

Jack Malone:
How's Sam?

Martin:
She could use a few driving lessons, but, uh, other than that, she's all right. The sunshine treats her well.

Jack Malone:
Keep me posted.

[a missing girl changed her name]

Vivian:
Speaking from experience? Danny..."Taylor"?

Danny:
What about it?

Vivian:
So, why?

Danny:
I guess I just wanted a fresh start.

Vivian:
Did it work?

Danny:
Sometimes.

Vivian:
So, are you going to tell me?

[about missing fianc?e]

Samantha:
So, she's on her way back right now and start her new life?

Martin:
Yeah.

Samantha:
I'd hold off buying a wedding present.

[after Sam's appointment]

Samantha:
Sorry, I got held up with something.

Jack Malone:
How'd it go?

Samantha:
Pointless.

Jack Malone:
That's good.

Dr. Lisa Harris:
You want to talk to me about Agent Spade?

Jack Malone:
Yeah, I get the impression that she may be resisting you a little.

Dr. Lisa Harris:
She's been resisting me a lot, actually. Having a hard time even getting her in the room.

Jack Malone:
You want me to talk to her?

Dr. Lisa Harris:
No. No, she'll come around.

Jack Malone:
What if she doesn't?

Dr. Lisa Harris:
They all do. Most of them. Is that all?

Jack Malone:
Mm-hmm.

Dr. Lisa Harris:
Okay.

[Jack starts to leave]

Dr. Lisa Harris:
Jack?

Jack Malone:
Yeah?

Dr. Lisa Harris:
If you ever need to talk about anything yourself, my door's always open, you know that?

Jack Malone:
Yeah, I know that, Lisa.

[after seeing Jack leave the therapist's office]

Danny:
Not you, too.

Jack Malone:
No, but thanks for asking.

[looking through mugshots]

Vivian:
If I have to look at one more bearded, 40ish, scary-looking Russian guy, I'm going to blow my brains out.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, I know.

Vivian:
How'd you learn to speak Russian anyhow?

Jack Malone:
Busboy at the Russian Tea Room.

Vivian:
[laughs] Learn something new every day.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, I know. Lotta fun, isn't it?

[looking through missing suspect's apartment]

Danny:
Isn't it so much easier when they leave the Amtrak schedule right on the coffee table, and they've gone as far as circling the getaway train in bright red ink?

Fiancee:
[about Danny's brother] You know Rafie's really good with cars.

Danny:
I remember him being good at stealing them.

Danny:
Sometimes in life you have to face up to who you are.

Fiancee:
Rafie's done that. I wonder about you.

[a woman is suspected of having an affair with the missing man]

Suspect:
It's called friendship. It's like therapy for poor people.

[about a home invasion]

Martin:
Woman came home, found him kicked back on the sofa with a bag of cheese balls, watching SportsCenter.

Samantha:
At least it wasn't porn.

Danny:
Miss Wright, don't come in here and ask me to make excuses for my brother. I stopped doing that a long time ago.

Danny:
[to his brother] Where was that "family man" when I was fourteen and Mami and Papi were dead? In the next room sticking needles up his arm.

Rafie:
[to Danny] Papi was drunk. He was a bastard. I spent ten years between his fist and your pretty face!

[questioning the attorney of a death row inmate]

Samantha:
Do you think Ricky did it?

Lawyer:
I don't think he got a fair trial.

Samantha:
That's not what I asked.

Lawyer:
I know.

Suspect:
You think I whacked Cooper?

Martin:
You know what I think? I think you're the kind of guy who uses the word "whacked".

Samantha:
I wanted to tell you something.

Martin:
Sure. What's up?

Samantha:
I'm happy.

Martin:
Okay.

Samantha:
I mean you make me really, really happy.

Danny:
So you and Marty seem... well, you seem something.

Samantha:
Yeah, we are.

Danny:
That's good. It is good Sam. Why are you hiding it?

Martin:
[Martin has just found out about Jack and Samantha's past affair] I guess old feelings die hard.

Samantha:
They don't die, they just... fade. And then you feel bad that they faded becuase you wonder... you wonder what they meant when you had them.

Martin:
Well, I guess if they didn't fade, there... there wouldn't be room for new ones. [Martin slowly smiles at her, she equally slowly smiles back]

Samantha:
No, I guess there wouldn't.

Graham Spaulding:
You can't save everyone, Jack.

Samantha:
Hey, Martin?

Martin:
Yeah?

Samantha:
You wanna share a cab?

Martin:
I live uptown. [points opposite direction]

Samantha:
Yeah, I know. [Martin hesitates, then smiles and walks toward her]

Samantha:
I am a woman whose slept with two men on the same team. If people find that out...

Martin:
Oh, is that all we're doing? Just sleeping together?

Jack Malone:
Good morning.

Danny:
Is it? [looks out window] Is it? It's morning.

Jack Malone:
Man, you look wired.

Danny:
Wired? Wired is better than tired!

Samantha:
Well, you just got your head handed to you.

Martin:
Wouldn't be the first time.

Samantha:
I guess some things around here won't change to much.

Martin:
I was thinking some things will, though.

Samantha:
What do you mean?

Martin:
[quietly] I mean you and me. We, um, sort of got interrupted this morning.

Samantha:
Yeah, we did.

Martin:
[smiles] I'll walk out ahead of you.

Samantha:
[quickly] Okay.

Martin:
So, Scully, you done yet?

Samantha:
I still have about a half hour here.

Martin:
[sighs] Okay.

Samantha:
[smiles] You know, I still haven't seen your apartment.

Martin:
No, you haven't

Samantha:
So I'll come by later?

Martin:
[nods and smiles] Sounds good.

Danny:
You know, Martin. I see you and Sam in a place just like this one. [Martin shakes his head] I do. Barbequing out back with the kids, Uncle Danny coming over to shoot some hoops.

Martin:
I've seen your hook shot, you better start working on it now.

Danny:
I'm unstoppable and you know it.

Samantha:
You wanna tell everyone, don't you?

Martin:
Look, Sam, you already know how I feel, and now Danny's asking. But this probably isn't the best time to talk about it.

Samantha:
Fine, we won't talk about it.

Danny:
Martin, why don't you just ask me what you wanna ask me? Go.

Martin:
Look, I know you don't drink...

Danny:
Yes. I'm an alcoholic. I haven't had a drink in 7 years, 3 months and 18 days.

Martin:
Good for you.

Danny:
And not a day goes by when I'm not dying to have a drink, which is why I go to meetings twice a week. You got it?

Samantha:
You know, I didn't... say anything earlier, but, uh, thank you. For saving my life.

Martin:
[smiles] You're welcome.

Martin:
I guess some cases aren't meant to be.

Vivian:
[finishes up a phone call] Jack. That was the submissions department from Playboy.

Jack Malone:
They want you to pose for Miss November?

Vivian:
[tracking a call from a pay phone] Let's hope the kid's in a chatty mood.

Jack Malone:
Let's hope I spelled Patchogue right.

Samantha:
Are you wearing a wire?

Vivian:
It's not a wire. It's a halter monitor for my heart. I went to see a doctor a while back and he's been running some tests. Look, I'd really appreciate it if you didn't say anything to anyone about this, at least until I find out more about it myself. [pauses] I mean, even Martin.

Paige Hobson:
Adisa says there's a moment that makes people take action. I guess that was my moment.

Tara Patterson:
[after finding out she is pregnant] I have a Chem test Friday that I need to study for, and... our first swim meet is next week, and there's S.A.Ts, and... I'm supposed to go to Harvard.

Martin:
[Matin is going through a missing real estate agent's files while eating a sandwich, Danny comes up next to his desk] It's about time, I saved you half.

Martin:
[Danny takes a bite out of Martin's sandwich] I was talking about the files.

Danny:
Do you mind?

Jack Malone:
[Nell is hiding under a desk] What are you doing under there?

Nell Clausen:
I'm not sure.

Jack Malone:
This is Agent Fitzgerald.

Nell Clausen:
Hi.

Martin Fitzgerald:
Nice to meet you.

Jack Malone:
Wanna come out here and lie to me some more?

Jack Malone:
So do you have a plan yet?

Tara Patterson:
Sort of.

Jack Malone:
That's good.

Tara Patterson:
My mom's not gonna think so.

Jack Malone:
Well, you know what parents are like. No matter how old you get, you're always their baby. It doesn't matter if you threw up on them or kept them up all night because you were crying or because you got pregnant. In the end, all they wanna do is hold you and tell you that they love you.

Elena Delgado:
If this van's rocking, don't come knocking.

Samantha Spade:
I was going to ask how things went with Jen Long. But I guess the scotch answers that question.

Jack Malone:
I lied to her. I told her life was going to get better

Samantha Spade:
She's thirteen years old, Jack. What were you supposed to tell her?

Jack Malone:
The things that happened to that kid...they're gonna come back to her.

Samantha Spade:
I don't think you lied. I think you gave her hope.

Olczyk:
How do you feel?

Jack Malone:
They have a term for it. Um... crap.

Mr. Hopkins:
Things you must see... It's gotta be worse then anyone can imagine.

Martin:
People can imagine it. That's how it happens.

[searching the missing person's apartment]

Danny:
Uh oh... this girl takes "Fit and Thin."

Samantha:
So?

Danny:
Well, "Fit and Thin" equals high maintenance. It usually comes with a cat, a fat best friend and a daddy complex.

Samantha:
Your compassion is overwhelming.

[During Sam's OPR interview]

Agt. Jason Farrell:
Well, uh... Oh, oh, one other thing, Agent Spade. Have you and Agent Malone ever had a sexual relationship?

Samantha:
I beg your pardon?

Agt. Jason Farrell:
Unless you're going to go Clinton on me, it's a fairly straightforward question.

Samantha:
You have no right to ask me that.

Agt. Jason Farrell:
Actually, I do. Administrative Operation Procedures of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, section 23...

[Farrell flips througha manuscript]

Agt. Jason Farrell:
"A supervising agent - " that would be Agent Malone - "is strictly forbidden from having a sexual relationship with an agent and his immediate reporting chain."

[Looks at Sam]

Agt. Jason Farrell:
That would be you.

Samantha:
I'm not going to respond to this.

[Sam stands up and heads for the door]

Agt. Jason Farrell:
[forcefully] We are not done!

[Sam stops at the door]

Agt. Jason Farrell:
Look... Samantha...

Samantha:
"Agent Spade."

[Sam sits back down]

Agt. Jason Farrell:
Agent Spade... I don't mean to be impolitic when I say I think we can all understand the pressures of this job, especially the difficulties a junior agent may face, say, if she were approached by a superior - a man in a very unhappy marriage, desperate for the intimacy he wasn't getting at home. In this light, the Agent's actions would be understandable. However, refusing to answer, or lying about such a relationship, would not.

[about an OPR investigation of the Anwar Samir case]

Vivian:
You're assuming they're looking for facts.

Danny:
Sounds to me like they're just looking for a body.

[about the necessary paperwork for the OPR investigation]

Danny:
Advise of Rights?

Agt. Jason Farrell:
You have a problem with that, Agent Taylor?

Vivian:
Let me guess, we have the Right to not cooperate and you have the Right to fire us if we don't.

Graham Spaulding:
Jack... you look good.

Jack Malone:
Yeah. I wish I could say the same for you. I hear they're quite fond of child molesters in prison.

[Spaulding laughs]

Graham Spaulding:
I thought we had an understanding.

Jack Malone:
We do.

[after Sam's OPR interview]

Samantha:
He asked me about us. He had all this stuff. Um, security card access records of nights that we left together; phone logs.

Jack Malone:
And what did you say?

Samantha:
I told him it wasn't true.

Jack Malone:
You have no idea of what he knows or doesn't know. That's his ace up the sleeve - that's how he wins.

Samantha:
I was just trying to protect you.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, but you didn't have to lie. Even if he had hard evidence, there's nothing he could do about it.

Samantha:
We broke at least half a dozen conduct codes.

Jack Malone:
And lying to an OPR investigator could get you fired.

Samantha:
And sleeping with an agent under your command could get you fired. I'm sorry I lied. I was just trying to save your ass.

[Once again, after Sam's OPR interview]

Jack Malone:
You want to take me down, that's fine - give it your best shot.

Agt. Jason Farrell:
We weren't scheduled to meet, were we?

Jack Malone:
[livid] You come into MY house and you mess with MY people, you better not miss, you little piss wad!

Agt. Jason Farrell:
I'm gonna ask you to leave right now.

[Farrell points to the door]

Jack Malone:
[ignores him] This is where I work, you pencil-pushing little maggot!

[knocks a mug of pens and pencils off the desk]

Jack Malone:
This is where I work! And not the kind of crap that you do - I don't push through other people's garbage.

[Farrell stands up]

Agt. Jason Farrell:
Are you threatening me, Agent Malone?

Jack Malone:
You take it any way you want!

[about the Spaulding trial]

Vivian:
Jack, you can't.

Jack Malone:
Yeah? Just watch me.

Vivian:
You can't lie in court.

Jack Malone:
You think I'm going to let Spaulding walk away? He kills and abuses children. He's done it twice, and he's going to do it again.

Vivian:
Oh, so could you live with yourself?

Jack Malone:
Hey, I can live with one less pedophile being on the street.

Vivian:
You compromise your sense of Right, and there's one less of you.

Jack Malone:
I have a feeling there's about to be one less of me anyway, and if I'm going down, I'm taking Spaulding with me.

Vivian:
All right, we know that Farrell's a bastard, but he can't beat you unless you let him.

Jack Malone:
What do you want me to do, Viv? I am screwed either way.

Vivian:
I know.

[Danny walks into Jack's office]

Danny:
Mr. Farrell.

[Farrell looks up]

Agt. Jason Farrell:
Yes.

Danny:
You suggested I come back today, if I reconsidered.

Agt. Jason Farrell:
And you have.

Danny:
I have. So have my colleagues.

[Vivian and Sam walk in and stand next to Danny]

Samantha:
We think we understand your Advise of Rights form now. As it turns out, you have the Right to be a miserable little bastard.

Vivian:
And we have the Right to tell you to "shove it".

[All three of them tear up the 'Advise of Rights']

Agt. Jason Farrell:
Have you lost your minds?

Danny:
You should go home now.

Agt. Jason Farrell:
I'll leave when my work is done.

Danny:
Knock yourself out.

[Jack confesses to refusing to give Spaulding a lawyer during his interrogation]

Judge H. Adderly:
Agent Malone, you knowingly and willfully violated this man's right to be questioned with an attorney present. What were you thinking?

[Jack looks at the Judge]

Jack Malone:
I can tell you exactly what I was thinking. I was thinking it was 38 degrees in the Coleman Caves, and that there was a terrified young man in one of them, tied up like an animal, shot full of drugs so that Mr. Spaulding could have sex with him. I was thinking that if I turned around and went back to New York, so Mr. Spaulding could consult with his attorney, Andy Deaver would be dead by the time I got back. I can also tell you what I was not thinking. I was not thinking about his constitutional rights. I was not thinking about evidence suppression or even this trial. That's the job of this court. And this court will decide whatever it decides. But I can say this without reservation:... Given the same set of circumstances, I would do exactly the same thing because my primary responsibility was to save Andy Deaver. That's my job.

[quietly]

Jack Malone:
That's my job.

[Note:
this is what Jack did instead of lying in court]

[after the trial, on a bench in front of the courthouse]

Jack Malone:
[amused] So you guys just tore them up?

Samantha:
Well, Farrell had the originals. We tore up copies. It was more of a symbolic gesture.

Jack Malone:
[smiles] I appreciate the gesture and the symbolism.

Samantha:
You were right, you know.

Jack Malone:
About what?

Samantha:
It was dumb to lie to Farrell.

Jack Malone:
Not as dumb as what I just did in there. I think I let a killer walk free, and I lost my job all in one hit.

Samantha:
You know, when Farrell asked me about us, my instinct was to tell him the truth... because it's been really hard for me not telling anyone... being around you all the time and pretending like nothing never happened, you know?

Jack Malone:
[quietly] I know.

Samantha:
I don't think I was lying to save you. I think, in that moment, I thought maybe... if I say this, if everybody knows... then it really will be over.

[pauses and looks over at Jack]

Samantha:
It is over, isn't it?

[Jack reaches out and brushes some hair out of Sam's eyes]

Jack Malone:
Yeah, it's over.

[Sam leans onto Jack's shoulder. Jack put his arm over her, and rests his cheek on her head]

Martin:
He told you uncut diamonds are worth less?

Alex Genya:
Well, yeah, 'cause they haven't been, like, shaped yet or whatever.

Samantha:
So what did you do with the diamonds?

Alex Genya:
Sold 'em to the guy - he gave me the hundred grand.

Martin:
I'd like to say you're smarter than you look, but then I'd be lying.

Jack Malone:
[answers phone to suspect, assuming a false name] This is Jack Sloane.

Carlsson:
You mean FBI agent Sloane.

Martin:
[Stephanie vomits over a guardrail] Seasick Coast Guard. That's a first. You okay?

Stephanie Boothe:
Sorry. It's the body. Never seen one before.

Martin:
Yeah. Doesn't get much easier.

[Checking out a bar a missing person frequented]

Samantha:
Were they here last Friday?

Bartender:
You really an FBI agent?

[Talking to a suspect's driver]

Danny:
Thank you for cooperating. You should be careful.

Shem:
Why is that?

[Danny points to where the car is parked]

Danny:
Fire hydrant. It's a big fine.

Goren Davic:
Says who?

Danny:
Says twelve witnesses, that is who.

Goren Davic:
Well, they're lying, and they don't know anything about it.

Danny:
You better start telling us what you do know or I'm going to put you on a plane back to Kosovo you little piece of Euro-trash.

[Jack has restricted Martin to desk duty after he broke protocol]

Martin Fitzgerald:
How long does it take to get out of his doghouse?

Danny Taylor:
Depends on the dog.

Samantha:
Okay, Tiger, put your lips away.

Samantha:
[when seeing Danny in his outfit] Hello, hey! Did someone forget to give me the casual Tuesday memo?

Danny Taylor:
No... I'm going to the club... Undercover...

Samantha:
O... oh...

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
Do they make those jackets for men?

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
[interrogating a clearly drunk suspect] You're a stalker Mr. Hill. You are the principle suspect in a kidnapping case. You've written her I don't know how many letters, you're a drunk and apparently you're an idiot.

Peter Hill:
[very upset] I am not a drunk!

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
I'm agent Malone from the FBI. You wanna tell me what's going on?

Rachel Gibson:
I just need to lie here six more hours and I'll be cured.

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
Just... Just tell me what happened the night that Peter left.

Rachel Gibson:
[Looks surprised at Jack]

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
Come on, look, I know everything, ok. I know about the convict, the laundry guy, the mobster and for somebody who's been locked away in their apartment for two years your life is a hell of a lot interesting than mine.

Rachel Gibson:
You don't know the half of it!

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
Then fill me in, I still got to do the paper work...

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
[after finding Rachel in the bowling alley and hearing her story] You know what, enough already, alright. The trespassing, out! Get out of there now!

Rachel Gibson:
What is wrong with you?

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
We don't have enough time to discuss that subject. What is wrong with you?

Rachel Gibson:
I'm an agoraphobic!

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
You live 15 miles from here! You gotta be the worlds worst agoraphobic! Look, the only reason that you're laying here is that you don't have the guts to tell... your girlfriend that you like her.

Rachel Gibson:
I've never been a lesbian. I don't know what to do.

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
I've never been a lesbian either... But I did have this dream once, though, but that's a different subject. Look I can't help you, ok! But I have a feeling you'll be able to figure this out. So, come on. Get out of there.

Danny Taylor:
We're morbid, Jack.

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
Why's that?

Danny Taylor:
Well, unless something really bad is happening to somebody, it just doesn't feel like a day at the office.

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
Yeah, well, I'll have you know that underneath this black suit lies an eternal optimist.

Danny Taylor:
Hmm. All I'm saying is, it's a nice change.

John Michael 'Jack' Malone:
At least nobody died.

[about Claire's post traumatic stress disorder]

Danny:
You know, my parents died when I was Clare's age, and I'm not reliving it.

Jack Malone:
Maybe you're working your way through it. Maybe this is reliving it for you.

Danny:
Thanks, Dr. Freud.

[Martin reading a psychology manuscript]

Vivian:
"Acute stress disorder." Job getting to you?

Martin:
Oh, you noticed. Actually, I'm trying to keep up with Jack and Danny.

[about Claire's ex-boyfriend]

Martin:
Slacker to the rescue.

Vivian:
Boy rescues girl from mental institution. It's a practically a teen legend.

Martin:
Hey, don't forget the evil father. It's classic.

Vivian:
So, he takes her back to the loft, she changes her clothes, but then what?

Martin:
Well, Springsteen song - they're halfway to California.

[Talking to a girl who accidentally killed her mother]

Danny:
I can understand why you want to be alone. It's nice here. Clare, I understand why you feel the way you do. I lost both my parents when I was eleven. We were driving somewhere and they were fighting.

[sighs]

Danny:
My dad was yelling at my mom. He used to like to yell at my mom. I wanted him to stop, so I said something. Then he turned around, and he yelled at me. That's when the car started to swerve. I never told anybody that. Ever. And I know what it's like to keep a secret. I didn't mean to do anything wrong that day. I was just a kid...

[after being told a missing girl had no help escaping from a locked room]

Danny:
She didn't use her spidey powers to climb through a ceiling tile.

[talking with fianc? of a missing socialite]

Christopher Mayes:
She went to the... store to get cigarettes. It's something she's done 100 times. Look, I... I already told the other, uh, agent all of this.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, well, sorry to inconvenience you.

[once again, with the fianc? of a missing socialite]

Christopher Mayes:
There wasn't anything that I really remember.

Jack Malone:
Was it because you were drinking or are you having problems with your short-term memory?

[yet again, with the fianc? of a missing socialite]

Jack Malone:
What's your business?

Christopher Mayes:
I'm between careers.

Jack Malone:
Which ones?

Christopher Mayes:
The one I spend pleasantly living off my inheritance, and the one where I actually find something meaningful to do.

[Taylor thinks Christopher killed his fiancee and framed her partner]

Christopher Mayes:
You can't prove any of this.

Danny Taylor:
I will.

[about questioning the wife of a missing soldier]

Jack Malone:
Coming, Captain?

Captain Meyers:
I spoke with her earlier. I have a feeling she'll be more forthcoming without me there.

Jack Malone:
Not too fond of the military?

Captain Meyers:
Those left behind usually aren't.

Danny:
So, I hear you got in a fight with PFC Grant. What's the story?

Sgt.:
Honestly?

Danny:
No, no, lie to me.

Jack Malone:
What is this, Captain Meyers? Don't ask, don't tell?

Captain Meyers:
I can't tell much when I don't know much.

[interviewing soldiers in Iraq]

Jack Malone:
So, you were both in the firefight, right?

Soldier:
Another day at the office.

Vivian Johnson:
Come on? The man is missing, you're sleeping with his fianc?. Ever watch Columbo?

[about Chet Collins' missing son]

Vivian:
I don't think you should give up.

Jack Malone:
Sometimes I wish I could.

[about Chet Collins removing money from his bank account]

Martin:
Yeah... or could be drugs.

Jack Malone:
[immediately] It's not drugs.

Samantha:
It's happened to better men than Chet, Jack. Men who've had it a lot easier.

Jack Malone:
Not this man. Move on.

[going through Sean Collins files]

Danny:
Okay, here we go.

[puts the boxes down on the table]

Danny:
Sean Collins, six and a half years worth of dead ends.

Samantha:
This is only half of it.

Martin:
And we're looking for what?

Danny:
That's the fun part. We don't know.

[about Chet's missing son]

Vivian:
What happened the last time Chet came in here?

Jack Malone:
I told you, nothing.

Vivian:
Okay. Now, tell me the truth.

Jack Malone:
Vivian, back off.

Vivian:
Did you just tell me to back off?

Jack Malone:
Yeah, back off.

Vivian:
Jack! This is not your personal crusade. I've spent just as much time on this case as you have, and whatever happened between you and Chet is relevant to this investigation. It is not a private moment. You need to share it with the rest of the team, which includes me.

Jack Malone:
The report came back. It cleared you of any wrongdoing.

Vivian Johnson:
[Vivian remains frozen]

Jack Malone:
I like working with you Vivian. [vehemently] But don't you ever lie to me again.

Jack Malone:
Just because we're dealing with a schizophrenic doesn't mean we're dealing with a random, haphazard set of events. Delusions, which are one of the hallmarks of this disease, are defined as fixed false beliefs. So they're organized in a systematic fashion.

Samantha Spade:
Wow. We always kind of thought that psych degree on your wall was one of those mail-in jobs.

[Sam laughs]

Jack Malone:
[smirking] No, that would be my bowling award.

[Martin is talking to a homeless woman with an ice cream cone]

Wilma:
Want a bite? It's got jimmies.

Martin:
Uh, no, I'm lactose intolerant, but thanks. So, you were saying?

[Inside a mosque]

Imam:
Would you mind taking off your shoes, please?

Jack Malone:
It might be a better idea if we step outside.

Nurse Jackson:
Excuse me. You're with the FBI, right?

Vivian:
Right.

Nurse Jackson:
I need to talk to you. About two weeks ago I saw Dr. Samir talking with a man. It was right over there. And it seemed kind of suspicious, you know?

Vivian:
What did the man look like?

Nurse Jackson:
Dark skin... beard, I think.

[Quick flashback]

Dr. Anwar Samir:
...They ought to blow up that thing.

[Blip back to current]

Nurse Jackson:
And I know it... it almost looked like they were tell and then when I walked by I could swear they were talking about blowing something up.

[Flashback:
Before Anwar Samir's been shot]

Dr. Anwar Samir:
White blood cell counts are really good now. I'd like to have Tommy come back in a few weeks and have our oncologist look at him but this looks good. He'll be up and swinging his bat again in no time.

Salvatore:
Thank, thanks a lot, Doc. Man, I don't know how to thank you. Wait a sec, you like the Mets, right? I got season tickets.

Dr. Anwar Samir:
At Shea? Are you kidding me? That place is a nightmare. All that jet noise. They ought to blow up that place and start over and build a new one like Wrigley Field...

Raymond Walsh Balaclava:
I'm calling your boss.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, get in line!

Duncan:
[to Martin and Samantha] Wait, so you're like the real Mulder and Scully? I mean, that's it, right?

Martin:
Yea, that's us.

Duncan:
Yes!

Duncan:
So you're not like, men in black?

Samantha:
The movie?

[Introducing a cop informant]

Vivian:
This is Agent Spade.

[Sam and Ellis shake hands]

Det. Frank Ellis:
Didn't know they made them like this at the bureau.

Samantha:
Yeah. I walk and talk, too. And I'm anatomically correct.

Serene Barnes:
Um, I was on the internet last night and I put my name in a search and I found this. [shows them a missing persons poster] That's me. I was kidnapped thirteen years ago.

Samantha Spade:
Do you know who kidnapped you?

Serene Barnes:
No, I, I don't know, I don't remember. That's why I'm here. I really wanna know who I am and what happened. Can you help me?

Bernie Scoggins:
[in regard to the Katan case, where Maria and the girls were confronted] Let me ask you, if you want to get sole custody of Hanna and Kate, how can you be sure nothing like that will ever happen again?

Jack Malone:
I can't be. Any more than you can be sure you won't get hit by a bus when you walk out of here.

Bernie Scoggins:
So you're not concerned about it?

Jack Malone:
About you being hit by a bus? Not really.

Brian Stone:
You're the man who was chased us.

Martin:
Yeah.

Brian Stone:
There's no end to my bad luck.

[On video before Annie was kidnapped/murdered]

Annie Miller:
Hey, mom, I know I don't say this too often but I really do love you, seriously.

[about a borrowed car]

Quince:
I got Lojack.

Jack Malone:
[raises eyebrows] You got Lojack in an '87 cutlass?

Quince:
Yo man, I used to steal cars for a living. I know how

Chuck:
Mr. Pritchard is none of your business.

Jack Malone:
He may not be. But there's a six year old girl missing. And that *is* my damn business.

[about a missing boxer]

Vivian:
Hey, I know boxing is a dirt business, but this kid is clean.

Danny:
Viv, are you and Dante dating, or...

Jack Malone:
Hey, I'd watch it if I were you. She's got a wicked left hook. Takes you by surprise.

Danny:
That's good to know.

[about Vivian's son]

Jack Malone:
How's Reggie?

Vivian:
He's a little confused. He was about five minutes away from meeting his hero, and then this happened.

Jack Malone:
What'd you tell him?

Vivian:
I told him I'd find out what happened.

Jack Malone:
That's a hell of a promise.

[after tracking down the missing boxer]

Martin:
Did what we had to do.

Vivian:
Doesn't mean it feels good.

Martin:
Yeah, no kidding. What are you going to tell Reggie?

Vivian:
What he needs to know. "Dante Jones is a great boxer."

Danny:
[Rafie is about to kill himself] Don't make me lie to him, Rafie.

Rafie:
Who?

Danny:
Nicky.

Rafie:
Nicky?

Danny:
Ten years from now, when he asks me, "How did Papi really die?"

Alex Rosen:
My parents still love each other.

Judge Manning:
Alex, does your dad hit your mom?

Alex Rosen:
[starts looking worried] I don't wanna talk about this.

Judge Manning:
I know you don't, but I can make it stop. All you gotta do is tell the truth.

Alex Rosen:
[uncomfortably] He hits her with a rolled up magazine. If she fights he belts her.

Alex Rosen:
[crying] It's getting worse and worse!

Laura MacAvoy:
Don't you ever get tired of thinking the worst of people?

Jack Malone:
I just get tired of being right.

Jack Malone:
He may be in love with her, but he's not sleeping with her. Didn't even think about it. [Martin gives him a look] He's gay.

Martin Fitzgerald:
Because he called her a fireball?

Jack Malone:
Because he was checking *you* out.

Samantha Spade:
Why'd you leave the apartment the way you did, unlocked with everything on?

Maggie Cartwright:
I don't know. I honestly don't know. It was like I was in a dream or something.

Jack Malone:
You wanted to be found.

Danny:
[Trying to get a child to talk] We're not mad that you lied. I lie sometimes. [referring to Jack] He lies all the time.

Jack Malone:
Constantly.

Father Henry Stevens:
[to Jack] Thank you for looking for me.

Vivian Johnson:
Way to watch your desk!

Samantha Spade:
Thank you.

Vivian Johnson:
Dr. Polk, you are a disgusting pig. I am personally going to see to it that you never see the light of day again.

Jack Malone:
So we have sex addiction combined with a simulated rape fetish. Then I've got to believe that somebody messed with this kid somewhere down the line. Father, brother, uncle, someone.

Danny Taylor:
I'm an alcoholic. I haven't had a drink in seven years, three months and eighteen days.

Martin Fitzgerald:
Good for you.

Danny Taylor:
And not a day goes by that I'm not dying to have a drink. Which is why I go to meetings twice a week. You got it?

Martin Fitzgerald:
I got it.

Jack Malone:
I'm Special Agent Malone.

Lance:
Hm. Impressive title.

Jack Malone:
Oh, you're a funny guy.

Jack Malone:
You duct-taped Ryan to a chair, and you shocked him with an electrical cord.

Lance:
No, I didn't.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, we found his blood on the chair, and his urine on the floor. Do not mess with me.

Lance:
All right, look, man. Okay we shocked him a little. All right? But we had no choice.

Jack Malone:
You had no choice? Life's full of choices - you just chose 20 to life.

Jack Malone:
Charlie have any reason to fear you?

Lance:
No.

Jack Malone:
I want you to pick up your phone and call him.

Lance:
All right, but, uh... 'kay, then you got to do something for me.Like... you know immunity.

Jack Malone:
Immunity from what?

Lance:
From what we did to Ryan.

Jack Malone:
What'd you do to Ryan?

Lance:
I already told you.

Jack Malone:
I think you killed him.

Lance:
What?

Jack Malone:
I think you killed Charlie, too.

Lance:
Why would I kill Charlie?

Jack Malone:
Because, you were afraid he'd fold.

Lance:
No. Hey, hey, no! Listen, to me. I told you the truth, man.

Jack Malone:
Let me tell you some thing, if we don't find your friends the truth's not gonna matter. Juries convict sick bastards like you every day, and five minutes later they go and get a book deal.

Lance:
No, I'm...

Jack Malone:
You draw the wrong judge, the one that's looking to run for governor, we're talking lethal injection. You're 17 - they can try you as an adult.

Lance:
But I swear to God, I didn't kill anyone!

Jack Malone:
Then pick up the phone and call your friend and prove to me that he's okay.

Ryan Wallace:
[Pushing Charlie] I'm doing it.

Charlie Lane:
What?

Ryan Wallace:
The bomb plan - and you're gonna go to jail for it.

Jack Malone:
Abu Ghraib comes to high school.

Jack Malone:
So, who're we lookin' at?

Samantha:
Agnes Deschamps, she's, uh, 25 years old. This is her store. She sells new age products out front, she does psychic readings back here, she lives upstairs. Nobody's seen her for a couple days.

Jack Malone:
So who called it in?

Samantha:
Another psychic that works with her. She's on her way here now.

Jack Malone:
She could've saved herself some time and told us where to look.

Rebecca:
But, uh, this morning I had a vision.

Samantha:
A vision?

Rebecca:
Of Anne, and the energy was... frantic. [vision plays] I could feel Agnes' presence. She was scared.

Samantha:
Um, does your vision come with an ID? A location? You know, was it past, present... future?

Victor Fitzgerald:
[when Jack comes back after shooting Emil Dornvald] Was it a good shoot?

Jack Malone:
There is no such thing.

[Talking to the stepson of a missing person]

Danny:
You know what I used to do when I was your age and I missed someone?

Robert:
What?

Danny:
I used to lay in my bed at night and I used to look out the window and I'd stare up at the sky and I would name each of the stars after someone that I missed. So whenever I felt lonely, I'd look up at the sky and I'd see Daniella, Erica and Andrea right there. It made it a little better.

Danny:
It's simple. A plane isn't supposed to be in the sky. It's not natural. It's not...

Martin Fitzgerald:
Neither was that flight attendant, but you weren't afraid of her.

[after Bruce admits to trying extort money from the D.A]

Jack Malone:
You are, hands down, the biggest idiot I've ever met.

Jack Malone:
Fourteen-year-old kids with multiple partners - it's getting rough out there.

[Interviewing a missing person's best friend]

Samantha:
That's a cool tattoo.

Patrick McCullough:
Oh. Yeah, that was stupid.

Samantha:
Why is that?

Patrick McCullough:
'Cause I can never take it off.

[last lines; Jack has promised Spaulding fifteen minutes alone with Andy in exchange for Andy's location]

Graham Spaulding:
Agent Malone? Do I get my fifteen minutes now?

Jack Malone:
Your fifteen minutes are up.

[first lines]

Jessie Prince:
[pounding on the front door of a house] Open up, Bob! Come on, Bob, don't make me kick down the door; I got my nice boots on.

[Delia Rivers left a message for Jack before she disappeared]

Samantha:
You might be the last person she called.

Jack Malone:
[regretfully] I should've called her back.

[Going through a missing reporter's' apartment]

Martin:
Well, she's not going to win any happy homemaker awards.

[Messing with a dealer's pinball game]

Danny:
Hey, full tilt.

Jack Malone:
Sorry about that.

Freddy Katan:
[calmly] Accidents happen.

[Talking to Eric Keller about the last case Delia Rivers was working on]

Samantha:
Yeah, well, she was investigating a death row case - a dirty one.

Eric Keller:
Oh, so you come to your friendly neighborhood homicide detective.

Samantha:
Oh, it's not just the "friendly" part. You're also the cutest homicide detective I know.

Eric Keller:
And you're wondering if I've put any innocent men on death row.

Samantha:
No, look, cops talk. I just, I thought maybe you'd heard something.

Eric Keller:
And I thought you were just using me for my body.

Samantha:
[smiles] Yeah, you wish.

Eric Keller:
Look, you got to give me something, all right?

Samantha:
All right. We think it was a shooting. Buried evidence - a jacket.

Eric Keller:
I'll see what I can do.

Samantha:
Thank you.

[Sam starts to walk off]

Eric Keller:
[calls out] Will I see you tonight?

[Sam turns around and smiles]

Samantha:
I hope so.

[about Eric Keller and his leads]

Martin:
You and, uh, "Delia" - fuzzy boundaries.

Samantha:
Well, that's how I like my relationships - nice and complicated.

[Checking Freddy Katan's alibi]

Jack Malone:
Let's hope for your sake that she is hiding. Where were you last night?

Freddy Katan:
With my attorney.

Jack Malone:
All night? You guys having a sleepover?

Paul Summers:
We were working late on a business deal. Now, unless you have a formal complaint against my client, this conversation is over.

Jack Malone:
We'll be in touch.

[Danny points at Paul]

Danny:
Harvard, '92?

[Paul winks at Jack and Danny before they leave]

[Raiding Freddy's club]

Samantha:
Ex-felons carrying concealed weapons. Now that's not good.

Freddy Katan:
What the hell are you doing?

Danny:
Delia Rivers sends her regards.

[Jack's wife and kids are in his office after being threatened by Freddy Katan]

Jack Malone:
How are the kids?

Marie:
Uh, Kate's making a, uh, Hogwarts Schoolhouse out of paper clips, and... Hannah managed to find an US magazine with Hilary Duff on the cover, so...

Jack Malone:
Who the hell's Hilary Duff?

[after Freddy Katan's been arrested]

Samantha:
I heard about Hannah. Is she okay?

Jack Malone:
It's complicated.

Samantha:
Did you tell her her dad caught the bad guy?

Jack Malone:
I told her there are no bad guys.

[auctioneer's daughter is kidnapped]

Jack Malone:
Why didn't you contact us when you got the call?

Mr. Beckworth:
I thought I could handle it myself.

Jack Malone:
Yeah, with your extensive knowledge of selling Ming vases?

[about a big wedding]

Jack Malone:
Very good. The society page says this is the first big event of the season.

Martin:
You read the society page, huh?

Jack Malone:
Uh-huh. Right after I read the obits.

[about missing bride sneaking out the night before the wedding]

Samantha:
And you're thinking she was up to no good.

Danny:
I'm thinking I had a friend whose fianc?e slept with the best man the night before the wedding.

Samantha:
Ouch.

Danny:
Yep.

[after Charlie shoots his father for molesting his wife when she was a little girl]

Charlie Beckworth:
Shut up! Just shut up! Sick sonuvabitch.

Mr. Beckworth:
[shouting] She's lying!

[Danny stands over Mr. Beckworth]

Danny:
Shut. Up.

Jack Malone:
According to the groom, she was an angel.

Martin:
I guess love is blind. And deaf, And very, very dumb.

Jack Malone:
Spoken like a true romantic.

Martin:
You know I just keep wondering if Charlie knew all along. I mean he was in that house too. Who knows? Maybe that's why he married her. He was trying to save her.

Jack Malone:
Maybe. Maybe it was love.

Jubilee:
[talking about Danny] You got dibs on that long drink of water?

Elena Delgado:
I only use him for sex.

[Going through Josh's kitchen]

Danny:
Creatine, amino acids, vitamin supplements... heroin.

Samantha:
How do you know it's not wheat germ?

Vivian:
Hey, don't take your coat off, you're going to meet parents back at Josh's apartment in twenty minutes.

Samantha:
[groans] Ugh, it's five flights of stairs.

Vivian:
Better than a Stairmaster.

[Danny is messing around with lab equipment]

Stuart Wesmar:
I wouldn't touch anything - that's a

[about Josh Abrams' parents]

Samantha:
Just a little bit controlling.

Jack Malone:
Wonder if they let him go to the bathroom by himself.

[to the student body dealer]

Mace Williams:
I swear to God, I didn't do anything to Mr. Abrams.

Danny:
Okay, shut up, stop swearing to god, and start telling us why you were going to run.

[to Mace Williams drug supplier]

Martin:
All right, then... is it Mr. Blue or Mr. Panda?

Blue Panda:
It's Mr. Jackson to you.

Danny:
As in Michael? Or Stonewall?

[sits across from Blue Panda]

Danny:
See, if I were you, I'd pick Michael, because singing works a lot better than silence around here.

Blue Panda:
Yeah, real funny. You make that up all by yourself?

[Once again, about Josh Abrams' parents]

Jack Malone:
You didn't meet his parents. Maybe he cracked under the pressure of being Mr. Perfect, grabbed a hundred G's and jetted off to Bangkok.

[Talking to a suspect's sister]

Samantha:
Hi. I'm Samantha Spade. I'm with the FBI.

Teri Fuller:
Sam Spade - like in the "Maltese Falcon"?

Samantha:
Don't remind me. My mother was a big Bogart fan.

[Teri has run off to meet up with Josh]

Samantha:
What about her?

Vivian:
Well, if I'm right, she went voluntarily.

Samantha:
She's 16, Viv. It's statutory rape, it is kidnapping, and he is a fugitive.

Vivian:
She's 17 in three weeks, and if she consented to go...

Samantha:
...without her father's permission.

Vivian:
It's a hard case to make, Sam, and you know it.

Samantha:
I don't think it's that hard.

[about Teri and Josh]

Vivian:
Sounds like she had everyone wrapped around her little finger.

Samantha:
Come on, Viv. You've seen the family. She's just trying to survive.

Vivian:
Yeah, well, she got her meal ticket now.

Samantha:
Yeah, and he got his "Victory for Humanity".

[after tracing Teri's location]

Jack Malone:
We'll send in the locals.

Samantha:
Jack, this is a kidnapping.

Jack Malone:
She'll be 17 in three weeks. It's a technicality.

Samantha:
This girl is damaged, okay? And she is being taken advantage of.

Jack Malone:
Look, the life she's leaving behind isn't much better with that father and that brother. What do you want to do, put her in a foster home?

Samantha:
[softly] She's just a kid.

[Teri has run-off for good]

Samantha:
We're not going to find her, are we?

Jack Malone:
Canadian border's too hard to cover.

Samantha:
Yeah. Pretty sophisticated plan, though.

Jack Malone:
She read Hammett, right?

Samantha:
Yeah. Femme Fatale.

Jack Malone:
Yeah.

Samantha:
I ran away when I was her age.

Jack Malone:
I'm not surprised. How far did you get?

Samantha:
My mom tracked me down at the bus station the next town over.

Jack Malone:
Did you catch hell?

Samantha:
I remember when I saw her... just having someone look for me, that was enough to keep me from trying it again.

Jack Malone:
It's a good thing.

Lucy Costin:
Wish me luck. [walks away]

Jack Malone:
Like you need it.

Howard:
All I want is James back in one piece.

Martin:
Well, it's a little late for that...

Daniel Norville:
[Jack is leaving the scene after finding the boy] Agent Malone! I should thank you. For everything you did for our family. I know you we're just doing your job.

Jack Malone:
That's not a problem.

Daniel Norville:
To be honest... I hope I never see you again.

Jack Malone:
Likewise.

Eric Miller:
I'm a loser.

[about an embarrassing picture of Eric Miller]

Lisa Potter:
I don't know where I got it.

Jack Malone:
Come on, Lisa. I have two daughters of my own about your age, and I know when they're lying to me. And you are lying to me right now.