Will: I’m sorry to… disturb you at work, but…
Sorry. I’m Will. Will Pollack.
Jordan: But… why leave me the model?
Will: He didn’t just leave you the model.
Jordan: I don’t… why me?
Will: You don’t know? … He loved you.
Will: You were good for him.
Jordan: He must not have told you much.
Mr. Y.
They never figured it out. (another
shrug) I guess they wouldn’t. A cop setting the whole
thing up and all.
Pollack What was her name?
Mr. Y.
The broad? Gotta think about that. Oh, yeah. Cavanaugh. Emily
Cavanaugh.
Jordan: Oh, man, am I glad
you’re here?!
Nigel: I dunno. Are you?
Jordan: I need your help.
Nigel: Let’s see… Woody’s birthday is
coming up soon and you need a masculine opinion-
Woody: Is it - Is it
what I said… at the airport… after Danny and Delinda
left? Coz that was a joke-
Garret: A week? You need a week off
now?
Jordan: It might not be that long.
Garret: Damn right! It’s not even going to be
one day. You can’t just run off-
Jordan: It’s important.
Garret: It’s always important, Jordan!
Woody: Back from where?
Garret: Sydney.
Woody: Sydney? As in… kangaroos, koalas…?
Garret: As in J.D.
Pollack.
Woody: I need an M.E.
Kate: I thought you pretty much had that
covered.
Woody: Jordan’s… unavailable.
Kate: Ah, I see. Another one of those
forward-backward moments in your complicated…
relationship?
Woody: Sometimes you complain about my interview
technique.
Kate: Don’t confuse me
with Jordan, Detective.
Nigel: Anything from the widow?
Woody: She admits to switching the pills. She
had a boyfriend.
Nigel: I’m stunned.
Nigel: Everything all right, then?
Woody: Yeah… sure. Why
wouldn’t…? She’s just being who she is. That’s all.
Jordan: Climbing the Bridge and putting… garbage
bins… at the top?
Will: I don’t – I’m not good at this stuff. So…
um… he was my brother. He was a pain in the arse, half
the time, but I loved him. He did some stupid things,
some things he wasn’t proud of, but he also did some
really good things… that’s what I’ll remember.
Will: Hold on to the good things, Jordan. Let go
of all the ones you can’t change. Don’t let those
“might’ve” moments mean more than what’s in the future.
Woody: So help me, Jordan, if you say ‘G’day,
mate….’
Jordan: I’m sorry, Woody-
Woody: (groans): I shoulda’ known.
Jordan: Geez. Let me finish, will ya? Before you
start the doom and gloom.
Nigel:
No, no, no. When you said “pets.” I remembered a story
I read. News of the Weird sort of thing, you know?
Bug:
Your Bible?
Bug:
A Macropus giganteus. An Eastern Grey Kangaroo.
Apparently named Sylvia.
Nigel:
: For Sylvia Plath, do you suppose?
Jordan:
Yeah... that. But – um – he also came into my life at a
time when... let’s just say I’d screwed up another
relationship... worse than usual.
Will:
Woody Hoyt?
Jordan:
God, he did tell you everything.
Nigel:
Decoration to us; all-you-can-eat buffet to Sylvia.
Nigel:
Come on. I’m Mr. Mueller...
Woody:
And I’m Syl – the kangaroo. (under his breath) If
anyone ever hears about this...
Jordan:
That better not be a gun in your pocket.
Woody:
It’s not.
Jordan:
Really?
Woody:
Give me about an hour to get us back to your place and
I’ll prove it to you. All night.
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