#mcquilligan

This is a show I saw in a dream. I cannot emphasise enough that all of this was a dream I had. All of it. This is an expansion of some really quick notes I took on my phone as soon as I woke up. 

McQuilligan was a tough Irish cop in 1950s New York. After a dishonourable discharge he now works as a private detective wearing a polo neck under a leather jacket in his beige office because it’s the 1970s. He has an eyepatch because he thinks it’s cool. 

If you need help, if you don’t have a lot of money and you are not dissuaded by abject alcoholism and rank incompetence, maybe you can hire… McQuilligan.

In first episode, a little girl is kidnapped. For some reason he doesn’t feel comfortable taking cases involving little girls, so the desperate parents had to keep raising the age until he agreed. I have no idea what was going on in this part of my dream. None of it makes any sense. But he was on the phone to the parents in his little dark office and it was like this: 

“No.” 

“12?”

“No.”

“Maybe she’s 14?”

“No.”

“OK what if she was 18?”

“Hmm… I’ll take the case.”