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- Oliver: Oh.Oliver: No, you go ahead? - Man: No, no, it's okay.
Kyle: Fish?
Oliver: Kyle, wow, I never thought I'd see you again.
Kyle: Yeah. What are the odds?
Kyle: Yeah, so how long has it been?
Oliver: Since college. I didn't even know you were back in town.
Kyle: Yeah, never really left.
I'm in med school now. I work at the hospital. You?
Oliver: I'm one of Llanview's finest.
Oliver: I actually should take that.
John: Fish. John: It's McBain. You busy?
Oliver: What now?
John: Well, I got some information on the Halpern-Granger ***.
- Oliver: Where are you? - John: 202 Lincoln.
Oliver: I'm on my way.
Oliver: Kyle. Hey, I haven't seen you since graduation,
and now I see you two days in a row.
Kyle: What can I say? It's not that big a town.
Kyle: K.A.D.? Is that Kappa Alpha Delta?
Oliver: Uh, this -- you know, the fraternity's having a reunion. Are you going to come?
Kyle: No. My college days are over. Well, I should get back to the hospital.
Oliver: Weren't you just coming in?
Kyle: I'll see you around.
Roxy: You're wasting your time. Johnny Mac is on the lam.
You think he'd be a moron to come back to his old place?
Oliver: Look, I'm sorry. It's mayor's orders.
Roxy: Well, the mayor is full of crap.
I never would have voted for him if he didn't have that killer hair.
But I'll tell you one thing -- Johnny Mac didn't kill anybody.
Oliver: Look, John McBain is a suspect in a string of killings and he has to be treated as such.
Roxy: All right, drop the act.
You don't really think that Johnny is going to do a Normy Bates on his wife, do you?
Oliver: No, you know, it doesn't really matter what I think, okay? I have my orders.
Kyle: Fish?
Oliver: Kyle, hey.
Kyle: Hey. You hear about the McBain guy?
Heard he's the K.A.D. killer.
Oliver: Who's calling him that?
Kyle: Everybody. Don't you watch the news?
Last thing our old frat needs after all that bad press from good ol' Marty Saybrooke.
Oliver: Look, John McBain is a good friend of mine.
Okay, he's not a murderer.
Roxy: See, I knew it.
Kyle: Whoever it is, I just hope it's not a brother.
Local chapter's already teetering on the brink of collapse as it is.
Well, happy hunting.
Kyle: So I got your message.
I thought that we had this thing all wrapped up.
You know, transplant's a done deal.
Your grandson got what he needed.
Roxy: I need to ask you something.
Kyle: Like I haven't done enough for you already?
Pulling stem cells from an unresponsive donor.
Roxy: That's what I'm trying to tell you.
"The patient" isn't so unresponsive.
Rex: What patient?
Kyle: So your "non-responsive friend" -- what's the deal?
Roxy: Can't get into this right now. We'll talk later.
Kyle: Okay, but I still need a room.
It wasn't a story about me not having a place to stay, okay?
My roommate's booting me. His girlfriend's moving in,
and I can't afford a place of my own.
Know how expensive med school is?
Free rent would go a long way to squaring things up for everything I did for you.
Roxy: You putting the squeeze on me?
Kyle: Call it whatever you want.
I just heard you tell your son that you're not keeping any secrets from him,
but I know you are. Big ones.
I got to get back to work. Call me when my room's ready.
Kyle: Fish, how's it going, man?
Look, I'm getting out of here.
I'm wrapping up a babysitting gig
- so I'm going to go, but we'll talk -- - Oliver: No, no, no, no, I can't let you go, Kyle.
Kyle: What are you talking about?
Oliver: Well, John McBain called me and said that there was some kind of situation here.
Kyle: No, there's no situation. See?
Everything's cool.
Cole: Was that John on the phone?
Kyle: Look, I don't know what's going on here, okay?
But I'm beat and I'm going.
Oliver: No, Kyle, you're not.
Kyle: You know who I am. We were fraternity brothers, for crying out loud.
Starr: Do you know where my parents are? Does John?
Kyle: I told you, they called me --
after they -- they went out after they called me to come check on kids.
Starr: You are lying.
Obviously something bad happened here tonight
or else my brother wouldn't be scared out of his mind right now.
Kyle: Look, Oliver, man, there's some huge misunderstanding here -- honestly.
Oliver: Well, let's try to straighten it out, yeah?
Why don't you tell me what's going on here?
John: You -- where's your sister? Where's Powell Lord?
Kyle: I'm not saying anything else without a lawyer.
John: Hey, listen, I'm not a cop!
Oliver: Hey, you are in so much hot water. Do not make this worse.
John: Take him down to the station. Hold him for questioning.
Oliver: Let's go. You heard the man.
- Kyle: He said he's not a cop! - Oliver: Yeah, well, I am.
John: Hey, Fish, get a couple units over here right away, okay?
Kyle: Fish, I swear to you, I had nothing to do with whatever it was my sister was involved with that guy.
Oliver: That guy is one of the men who *** Marty Saybrooke way back when -- in our frat house, Kyle.
Kyle: I know you and I haven't hung out since college, okay?
But you know me. I'm not a murderer,
and I'd never knowingly put a baby in danger –
Oliver: Sit down, Kyle.
You know, to be honest, I don't really know what you're capable of, aside from blackmail, where we've got you dead to rights.
Kyle: Don't I get a phone call?
Oliver: I'll be right outside.
Kyle: Don't hurt me, man.
Schuyler: Ah, I can't make that promise unless you give me what I want.
Kyle: Fine, whatever it is you want.
Schuyler: Give me the bag of blood you ripped off, Kyle.
Kyle: What are you talking about?
Schuyler: Oh, don't -- don't you play me.
I had a bag of Stacy Morasco's blood.
It was in my fridge.
You knew about it. Now it's gone. Say something.
- Kyle: I don't know anything about -- - Schuyler: Where's the blood?
- Kyle: If you'd just get off me, I swear to God. - Schuyler: What are you going to do, tough guy? Huh?
Oliver: He won't do anything, but I'll run you in
Kyle: This freak jumps me out of nowhere,
telling me he's looking for blood.
I think he's trying to kill me.
Schuyler: Oh, yeah, or bust you for breaking into my place.
Kyle: Oh, yeah -- yeah, right. Like you have any proof.
Schuyler: Yeah, I don't have any proof of anything because you took it right out of my fridge.
Oliver: Whoa, whoa, whoa, all right, what's he talking about?
Kyle: I don't know what he's talking about.
Obviously he's in the middle of some sort of psychotic episode.
Schuyler: Do I look like I'm crazy to you, seriously?
Kyle: Okay, fine, fine. I don't want to get this guy into any trouble, okay?
I'm willing to let it go.
Schuyler: Oh, that's very generous of you, Kyle.
Oliver: Kyle, shouldn't you be a little more worried about your own legal troubles?
Right now you got a lot of counts against you.
Kyle: Yeah, exactly. So why would I go creating more for myself?
Okay, fine, I won't press any charges if I get an apology.
Schuyler: I'm sorry I accused you without proof.
Next time I'll have some.
Kyle: Hey, thanks for having my back, man.
Oliver: Yeah, don't expect me to do it again.
Kyle: Oh, come on, Fish. It's not like you believe that guy.
Oliver: No, the one thing I do know, though, Kyle,
is that I sure as hell don't believe you.
Kyle: So, you really think that little of me?
Oliver: Look, Kyle, I covered for you because we used to be friends.
But now you're linked to three murders.
Now you're going to be accused of breaking and entering.
I can't really think less of you than I already do.
Kyle: So that's how it's going to be?
Oliver: No, Kyle, that's how it is.
Kyle: I don't even get the benefit of the doubt.
Well, thanks a lot, Oliver.
Oliver: Don't call me that.
Kyle: Where are you going?
Oliver: I came to find Roxy. I'll come back another time.
Kyle: Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait. I'll give her the message.
Oliver: It's personal.
And since you and I don't really have a personal relationship anymore,
there's no point in you getting involved.