"You just can't stand it when somebody has more power than you."
When the ostensible villain of the piece rings truer than the purported hero, things have gone awry. The above remark was intended to paint Dunbrook as an arrogant cad who thinks he's untouchable, and he is, but it also inadvertently tells an unpleasant truth about Mac Taylor: Mac really can't stand it when someone has a bigger set than he does. The idea that someone isn't kowtowing to his moral superiority offends him on an elemental level. Despite his proclamations to anyone who'll listen that how he feels never affects how he does his job, it's not hard to see that Mac is excessively invested in the Dunbrook case, is, in fact, on a personal crusade. Not to bring Agent Walsh's murderer to justice, but to avenge himself on a man who dared to scoff at the mighty, mighty Mac peen.
This case was mishandled from the outset. It was meant to showcase Mac's valiant struggle against Dunbrook's seedy, smarmy corruption, but it wound up showcasing Mac's astounding, unbridled arrogance. He never once stops to consider that he might be wrong. Whereas he's constantly harping on his subordinates to follow the evidence regardless of their personal feelings, he blithely ignores or dismisses any evidence that doesn't fit his grudge-tainted theory. He's utterly convinced that Dunbrook is Up to No Good, even when the initial evidence supports Dunbrook's version of events. When Stella points out this unwelcome fact, Mac brushes it aside. Why? Because Mac "just knows". In NYland, Mac's gut is the only evidence that matters. It's infallible, and if anyone acts against him or questions his sainted gut, then they're clearly in collusion with his enemies, as witnessed by his snide derision of Brigham Sinclair. "I'm not going to stand around while Sinclair decides on his next political move."
Fuck you, Mac Taylor. Right in the ear with a sharp stick. You should've been eating crow, feathers intact, when Sinclair turned up in Dunbrook's offices with a search warrant. Did you thank him for having your back or acknowledge the risk he was taking by supporting your alarming axe-grinding campaign despite the egregious lack of evidence(and no, Mac, your terminal indigestion doesn't count)? No. You simply stood there with that infuriating smirk on your face, as if Sinclair's support was your God-given right. Up yours, you maddening ass.
I notice you never apologized to the FBI agent for calling him a "son of a bitch" in his own office, either, even after he came to you with the truth. Apparently, berating fellow law enforcement officials who are no doubt beholden to the oaths they took and, therefore in difficult positions, is perfectly acceptable when you don't get what you want, as is issuing ludicrous threats. Do you really think the FBI couldn't screw you like a three-dollar whore if it so desired? The FBI works for the U.S. government, the same government that routinely tells Medicare recipients that things such as insulin and oxygen are "not medically necessary". They don't give a tinker's damn about your pisspot New York fiefdom. They'll laugh while they bend you over, and they won't use lube.
And since when has Sinclair trusted Mac Taylor? Two seasons ago, Taylor was blackmailing Gerrard and Sinclair over a relatively minor breach of protocol when Gerrard was a lieutenant, and Mac knows about the leaked memo that alleged sexual harassment by Sinclair. Shouldn't Sinclair be trying to gank Mac at every turn, or at least be paranoid that Mac will upset his already tenuous hold on his position as Chief of Detectives?
The case against Connor Dunbrook was a joke. His DNA on a gun in his father's office? Wow. There's an airtight case for you. No defense attorney could possible poke holes in that. Nope. A good lawyer couldn't possibly speculate that the FBI, who'd already broken into his office with Jell-o and a dead woman's fingerprints, planted the gun. Nope. Not at all.
And way to make Flack look like an idiot. He worked the Steele case. He should've known she was dead. But no, it had to be All About Mac, and so, Flack had to look like a finger-gnawing half-wit. Oh, goody.
Well, at least we know how the finale will be all about Mac when it should be all about Flack? Who cares about grief when you can get your righteous indignation on?
"You're just a lab rat with a chip on your shoulder."
I know I shouldn't, but I love you, Mr. Dunbrook.
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