Mike Bacarella credited as playing...
Bradley
- [Lt. D'Agosta and Det. Hollingsworth show up to the crime scene in the bathroom]
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: This is not good.
- Martini: Never thought there'd be a worse way to die than a shark attack. Having my head ripped off never occurred to me.
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: Where is his head?
- Det. Hollingsworth: It's over there by the sink.
- Margo Green: [Dr. Green walks into the crime scene mistakenly] Lieutenant D'Agosta...
- [screaming at the dead body and blood across the room]
- Margo Green: Oh, my God! Oh!
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: Get her out of here!
- Bradley: Lieutenant! Over here.
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: [Det. Hollingsworth attempts to walk over the dead body] No! Don't step over it
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: [Det. Hollingsworth brings his leg back to walk around the body] It's bad luck. Jesus Christ.
- Bradley: There's a half-burnt joint on the floor.
- [chuckling]
- Bradley: Seems our boy was having a little pot in the potty.
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: Pot's a misdemeanor. Decapitation seems a bit severe.
- [the forensics team member continues to chuckle]
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: I want the blood on the walls. Get a ballistic analysis. Pinpoint source, speed, force - Full splatter pattern.
- [Lt. D'Agosta and his search team use dogs to search the underground tunnels to the museum]
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: We've gone off the map, Evans.
- Evans: This is the old coal tunnel.
- Bradley: Lieutenant!
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: Yeah?
- Bradley: That scent seems to be getting stronger.
- Det. Hollingsworth: What the hell is this?
- Evans: Electric trams hauled coal right into the basement from the old barges. It's how Chicago stayed warm.
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: How far does it go?
- Evans: This one goes all the way to Lake Michigan. At least that's what they say. No one really comes down here.
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: So let me ask you something, could somebody get off a ship docked at the lake and go through these tunnels all the way to the museum and not be seen?
- Evans: Sure.
- Bradley: Hey, we're moving now guys.
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: Let's go!
- [the group begins to run as the dogs snarl them forward, when they arrive to a tighter more pitch black tunnel]
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: What in God's name is that smell?
- Bradley: I don't like this.
- Lt. Vincent D'Agosta: Okay, we can do this.