"Mitchell Hundred: Three Musketeers? Is that supposed to be some kind of calling card, or did the bomber just get sloppy and, I don't know...drop it? Commissioner Angotti: Why don't you let detective Bando and me figure that out, while you make sure the rest of New York stays inside today. Mitchell Hundred: I'd say mother nature has taken care of that for me, wouldn't you? Commissioner Angotti: Tell that to the sixty-odd people protesting that "Nigger Lincoln" painting down the street this morning. Mitchell Hundred: What? You said the roads-- Commissioner Angotti: Yeah, they're undriveable, but a few subway lines are still open, including the 2 and the 3... Mitchell Hundred:...which drop you off right in front of the Brooklyn Museum of Fucking Art. Jesus, what's wrong with people? It's freezing out here! Commissioner Angotti: Hey, the weather was shittier than this at that ridiculous "Battle In Seattle" a few years ago. Folks are willing to brave the elements when they're pissed off enough and/or looking to meet liberal coeds. Anyway, I don't want to tell you how to run your circus, but I'd do whatever it takes to make those protesters happy enough to go the fuck home. Both of these plow drivers were killed within a few miles of the BMA If we are dealing with you-know-what, our bomber might see that crowd as a target."