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'The name's Brogan,
Lieutenant Brogan.

'For 20 years,
I was with the NYPD.

'Now...
Well, let's just say

'I've transferred
to another precinct.'

FEMALE VOICE: 'Vanderbilt basin
estates, where the elite recreate.

'Imagine relaxing in the
climate-controlled comfort

'of your own private penthouse.

'Don't delay.

'Call today for an RSA guided tour

'of this state-of-the-art
residential facility.

'You won't be sorry.'

MALE VOICE: 'Is your RSA unit
on the blink?

'Then call Ro-Ro's robot repairs.

'We specialise in program interface,

'special supplemented units,
expert retro-fitting,

'even personality implants...'

That's the latest ad dirigible.

- Manned?
- No.

It's automated, fully loaded.

It's got enough fuel on it
for a three-month trip.

Great, and only 100 feet
above the main flyaway.

You know, this reminds me
of that belly dancer

on Allolab Seven.

Do you relate everything to
the opposite sex, Haldane?

Yeah, doesn't everybody?

Showtime.

This is the police.

Please descend to ground level.

So much for being polite.

280.1 VC in progress, Zone Nine.

All units respond.

Scanning vehicle ID.

Well, surprise, surprise.

- It's wiped.
- Huh.

Howdy, ladies.

Rumour has it you need
a little help, Haldane.

Didn't your mother ever tell you

not to listen to rumours, Castle?

Among other things.

Stay on its left, Jane.

What the hell is that?

I don't know.
But whatever it is,

it's headed straight
for Ivory Towers.

- We'll take it, Jane.
- We copy, Brogan.

We'll stay on the limo.

We gotta knock it off course.

Why did I know you
were gonna say that?

Now!

Uh... table for two?

This just gets better and better.

We hit a cloud bank on
Zone Eight and lost visual.

And the limo disappeared
from the scanner a few ticks later.

Oh, it just vanished
into thin air?

Well, that isn't what Took said,
is it, Haldane?

- It was implied.
- Slomo! What do you got?

Uh, Lieutenant,
your assumption was correct.

The capsule was
a class-A sun chariot.

Its telemetry was
configured to deliver

the corpse directly into the suns.

Someone didn't want us
to find that body.

Bye-Bye, corpus delicti.

Oh, I just love it when
you talk dirty, Castle.

SLOMO: Uh, I believe you are
confused, Officer Haldane.

The correct meaning of corpus
delicti is a Latin term used by...

- Forget it.
- It isn't important, Slomo.

You got anything on our John Doe?

Uh, negative, Lieutenant.

No ID, no matches
from missing persons.

As you say on Earth, "zippola."

Here's the coroner's report
on your JD, Brogan.

Oh, thanks, Fredo.

Slomo, take a look.

SBA, Lieutenant, Tarn male, 33,

six superficial scars.

Several of the deceased's
vital organs were missing -

heart, liver, all three kidneys.

Sounds like a Brooklyn deli.

Mmm, nice.

It's funny.

You know what I've got here?

The estimated rebuilding cost
of Mona's galactic cafe,

after you two dropped into dinner.

Oh, come on, Captain.
If it weren't for us,

half the tenants of Ivory Towers

would be pushing up
Diluvium daisies.

I couldn't agree
with you more, Haldane.

Now... Now to work.

You two remember,
uh, an interplanetary

we got a couple of months
ago from planet Danae

about organ-leggers
working the wharf area?

Yeah, didn't a number
of very important surgeons

get caught with their
knives in the cookie jar?

- Yeah, but the killers got away.
- Right.

But after reading the coroner's
report on your space cadet,

I'd say they've found a new home.

From tomorrow, I want
you two on this full-Time.

Aw, come on, Captain.

We're workin' three homicides now.

I know what your caseload is,
Haldane, and it can wait,

unless you'd prefer
to argue the point?

You're the captain, Captain.

Good night, gentlemen.
Go home.

Can you remember the last time
we had a moment to ourselves?

I mean, you know, like this?

Asleep or awake?

You know, I'm curious.

How did you manage
to get away early?

We lost our cruiser.

The onboards went down.

You lie like an
Altorian politician.

OK, but we did lose our cruiser.

Mmm-hmm.

So, what's the bump, Brogan?

We got a back-breaker,
startin' tomorrow.

Mmm.

Well, at least for now,
I like it.

Yeah.

Well, you'll get
no argument out of me.

Daddy, you're home!

Uh, sweetie, it's past your bedtime.

But I wanted to tell Dad
I got 100 on my math exam!

Oh, honey, that's terrific.

- Now, get back to bed.
- What about our deal?

What deal?

Oh, if she gets 100 on her test,

you give her whatever she wants.

- Yeah, within reason.
- Six days in New Hawaii.

You been taking lessons
from your mother?

- Of course.
- It was worth a shot.

How about a jar of peanut butter?

OK, you got it.

But you gotta go to bed,
right this minute.

You should've stuck
with New Hawaii.

At least you know where to find it.

What do you mean?

Well, peanut butter is
about the hardest thing

to get in Demeter City.

- I'm a cop. I'll find it.
- Ah, OK.

- Hi, Dad.
- Oh.

Why are you home so early?

BOTH SIGH

WOMAN: 'Don't miss Dr Jorry's
special offer.

'Donate your organs and secure
your place in the suns,

'aboard a deluxe sun chariot...'

Well, one more, then lunch.

What, are you kiddin'? We got nine
more clinics to check out.

'Good day. Welcome to Dr Paul
Jorry's transplant clinic.

'If you are interested
in signing on as a donor,

'please speak to our receptionist,

'who will give you details of
our special incentive plan.'

Excuse me. Can you tell us
where we'd find Dr Jorry?

Uh, yes.
You called earlier.

Dr Jorry is just prepping a patient.

- No, we had an appointment.
- Don't worry.

Once he starts the operation,
you can go in and talk to him.

In the meantime, gentlemen,

can I ask if you're both
registered as donors?

If you sign up now, we're offering
you and your loved ones

your own special resting place
in the suns.

Hmm.

Yo, Speedy!

- Where's my cash?
- Forget it!

HE GRUNTS

Ow!

Ow! Ow!

Oh, my goodness!

- He came from nowhere!
- Ow! Don't touch me!

But...
But it was an accident!

- Oh, I think my leg's broke!
- B-But I didn't even see you.

You want I should call a cop
or a lawyer or something?

- Excuse me, sir.
- Huh?

I have seen this punk
try this one before.

Hey, you, move on.

Can the phony tears.

Go! Beat it!

Who the hell are you?
The Lone Ranger or somethin'?

Ah!

It's just like a human to go
and try something like that.

You're absolutely right.

A, uh...
A word to the wise.

This place is infested with humans.

Watch yourself.

I would like to give you
a little something

to thank you for your troubles.

I-I-I'd be insulted, sir.

This is my neighbourhood.

I'm just trying to keep it safe.

Oh! Well, uh, thanks again, friend.

My pleasure.

Thanks again!

- The, uh, "Lone Ranger"?
- It worked, didn't it?

This time, Speedy.

Next time, stick to the script.

- OK.
- We got a match.

- Tissue and blood?
- Absolutely perfect.

I'm sure you'll find
them all in order.

The paper trail for each body part

is pretty mind-boggling.

It seems that I spend
most of my time

these days filling out forms.

There, that does it.

Wrap him up, Dora,
and take him to post-op.

Yes, Doctor.

Uh, Doctor,
how can you tell for sure

that all the organs you receive
are from legitimate donors?

I can't.

I have to rely on paperwork,
just like everyone else.

But I haven't had a
donor call and complain yet!

DOOR OPENS
Ah, Mrs Vork.

Now, here's a typical example.

The Cliban liver needed
for Mrs Vork's operation

is coming all the way
from asteroid A-16 -

a miner who died in a cave-in.

But since he registered as a donor,

his life, or rather death,
won't be a complete loss.

It is unfortunate that in,
uh, in my field,

one life has to be lost
before another can be gained.

Well, that's one way
to look at it, Doc.

That's the way it is.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have to attend to Mrs Vork.

Well, thanks for your time, Doc.

Not at all.

So, how about some lunch?

I think I just lost my appetite.

THEY CHUCKLE

So, what do you think, Pike?

Does our friend live
in a large apartment

or a small one?

Hmm.

This looks like the one.

Hey!

- This place is taken!
- Yeah?

Well, not for long.

CHUCKLING

Oh. Oh, no! No!

HE GROANS

Wirt?

Hey!

What's going on?

Ears, eyes, toenails?

What possible use could
they have for my toenails?

Where you been, man?

Toenail transplants
are the latest craze,

and yours are kinda cute.

FREDO: 'Hey, guys, we have
a 207 in progress.'

Paradise Street. Code Three.

It's right by you.

'Suspects left
the scene in a black limo.'

- We're on it, Fredo.
- Hey, look familiar?

Yeah, that, or we've
got identical twins

flying around town
with their numbers wiped.

Oh, man. If it drops another one
of those things...

WHOOSHING

This is the police.

Reduce your speed
and descend to ground level.

- Yeah, right.
- We got him this time.

Brogan!

Will you quit yelling in my ear?

Where are you goin', Pike, huh?

Brogan, I don't think
this is such a hot idea.

Tracking.

- You still got him?
- Yeah, I got him.

Do it! Now!

'Spectrum program interface...'

Damn!

I lost him.

It's like they just
vanished into thin air.

'..for all RSA units.'

It was dark.

They pulled a gun on me.

All I know is,
it was a couple of Creons.

Wirt owe anybody money?

Hey, Wirt didn't owe nobody,
and nobody had it in for him.

- He was as clean as soap.
- Yeah.

So, this must be his evil twin,
then, huh?

Let's see -
pickpocketing, bunco,

grand larceny,
petty theft, hopper theft.

Oh, man. I can see where
this is goin'.

You ain't gonna do zip
to find out who grabbed him.

Jeez.

Look, for what it's worth,
Wirt's a good guy.

He's always been there for me
when things have gotten tough,

which is more than
I can say for most humans.

But that don't matter to you,
does it?

- Don't bet on it, kid.
- So, you'll find him?

We're gonna try.

Yeah.

- Are we finished here?
- Yeah. I'll get you a ride back.

What are you trying to do?
Ruin my rep?

I can't be seen
with people like you.

Hey, bolts for brains!

I am an RSA unit.

When's the next
shuttle back to DC?

- 25:15, sir.
- I'm outta here.

Sweet kid.

So, Haldane,
I understand the limo

pulled a vanishing act
on Eagle Eye himself.

OK, so maybe I was wrong.

OK, maybe I'll just
take that as an apology.

Dr Jorry,
what can I do for ya?

Well, I was hoping
you might be able

to put my mind at ease, Rick.

I had a visit from the police.

They're asking questions.

They were anxious to know

how and where I received
my organ transplants.

And what did you tell 'em?

I, uh, showed them the paperwork.

I see. And you're worried
that during the course

of the police investigation,
they'll discover

some of our donor statements
are, uh, unorthodox.

CHUCKLING
In a nutshell, yes.

The paperwork is fine, Doc.

But there will always
be an element of risk.

After all, if we
didn't rob a few graves,

hey, those organs
would be gone forever,

along with the lives
of many of your patients.

Yes, but I can't afford
any damage to my reputation.

Believe me, it's not in
our interest, either.

So, don't worry about it.

Now, about that liver for your
Cliban patient, good news.

It'll be at the space port
within the hour.

Thanks.

At least that's some good news.

Talk to you soon.

FEMALE: 'Tune in to Channel 239,
tonight at 13...'

OK. So far,
we've got a dead Tarn.

Minus a few essentials.

A Cliban pickpocket
snatched by a couple of Creons,

who most likely did the Tarn,
flat feet from hittin'

every clinic and hospital
in Demeter City,

all of which check out to be legit,

and a wise-guy kid
flop artist with a mouth.

- So?
- So, what? You got an idea?

Mmm-hmm.

You're scary, Brogan.

'Final boarding for Simter
transport, level five...'

OK, here's what I got
on the medical import's manifest -

one Creon kidney, one Creon heart,
one Trajin pancreas.

You wanna stay with me on this?

Uh, yeah... Right, right.

Creon kidney, Creon heart,
Trajin pancreas.

Uh, our missing persons list -
no matches.

Got a rush shipment from,
uh, asteroid A-16,

a Cliban liver for a Dr Paul Jorry.

All right, we'll take it.

'Earth passenger Monroe,
please report to departure pad.'

OK, in the last three days,

Dr Jorry imported two consignments,

three Tarn kidneys,
our John Doe Tarn,

and one Cliban liver,
Speedy's friend, Wirt.

Which will soon be walking
out of Dr Jorry's clinic,

inside of Mrs Vork.

And we can't get a warrant
to arrest Jorry

because all
the paperwork is spotless.

- It's all just a coincidence.
- All very legal.

All very smelly.

We gotta turn up the heat.

Get him to make a mistake.

Give me a reading
on the cerebral stats.

Minus nine at the lenticular
nucleus and rising.

Very well. You can take
Mrs Vork to post-op now.

WOMAN: Dr Jorry is with a patient!

Sorry, miss, but I'm
afraid you can't see him.

Dr Jorry?

Amanda Sparks, Demeter City Times.

I'm sorry to barge in
on you like this.

It's just, well, I'm doing
an article on organ implants,

and I was hoping you might lend me

your expertise for a few minutes.

Well, uh, I'm interested
in any publicity,

which might encourage the public
to sign up as organ donors.

Heaven knows we need them.

And, uh, what exactly do you
need to know, Miss Sparks?

How many transplant operations

would a clinic like this carry
out in the course of a day?

Well, that varies, of course,
according to the availability

and the suitability of the donor.

But, on a good day, we could
get through between five and six.

That many?
Well, I had no idea.

Now, do you specialise
in just one species?

Oh, good heavens, no.

We, uh, we deal in a great
many different species.

Have you ever operated on a Cliban?

Now, that is a coincidence.

I've just completed a liver
transplant on a Cliban patient.

Now, that's just perfect.

Do you mind if I ask you
a few questions about it?

No, go, fire ahead.

Were you aware that a male Cliban

was kidnapped just last night
on Paradise Street?

His name was Udo Wirt.

Yeah. I'm sorry, but I, uh,
fail to see the correlation.

Didn't you just say you just
performed a liver transplant

on a Cliban patient?

Yes, indeed.

But our donor died in
an accident on asteroid A-16

and his livers were shipped
immediately to my clinic.

I see nothing unusual in that.

I'm afraid there is.

I have contacts on A-16.

The mining facility there hasn't had
a death for over six months.

So, who really was
your donor, Dr Jorry?

I'm sorry, but you
have been misinformed.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I have much work I have to do.

Thank you.

I cannot have my officers
entrapping prominent citizens,

whether it be
just cause or not!

Any way you slice it,
it is still entrapment.

Captain, we were just trying
to stir up the hornet's nest.

Well, you certainly managed
to do that, Haldane. Oh, yes.

What the hell were you
two thinking about, Brogan?

Stopping a murderer
before he kills again.

You think Jorry is a murderer?

- No.
- Perfect.

You two have really
balled up this one.

Look, Captain,
Jorry may not be a murderer,

but he's sure as hell
part of the equation.

Well, you're not!

Sergeant Fredo, send up
Officers Orrin and Romek.

- Right away, sir.
- Captain, wait a minute.

If Jorry is involved,
I don't want him to walk

because of bogus investigating.

You've tainted this case.

I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
ask you to stay away from him.

Go and juggle one of your
other cases.

And, Castle,
you're out of uniform!

And close the door!

Hmm.

- Now what?
- Cover for me.

I got someone I need to talk to.

Not a problem.

A reporter was here, asking about
a Cliban called Udo Wirt.

Apparently, he disappeared from
Paradise Street last night.

- I've had enough of this.
- Cool it, Doc.

- I'm out!
- You're in way too deep.

Out!

Besides, you and your lovely wife

really don't wanna lose that
nice, expensive home of yours.

Now, do ya, huh?

If we go down...

You go down.

Right, now that
we have that settled,

what's the species
of our next donor?

MECHANICAL WHIRRING

ROBOTICALLY: Thank you.

Thank you.

Damn!

Ah...

ROBOTICALLY: Thank you.

Hey, nice threads.

You find Wirt?

- We need to talk, Speedy.
- What?

Here, in broad daylight?

I mean, you're starting
to shade my rep.

OK, then,
let's step into my office.

Hey!

We don't know for sure.
He may still be alive.

Nope.

Wirt was an expert
at getting out of places.

He would've gotten in touch by now.

You guys were
pretty close, huh?

My folks walked off a colony ship,

right into
the Tarn-Creon riots.

They never had a chance...

..but Wirt, he saved me, raised me.

Taught you everything you know.

He did the best he could, OK?

Yeah.

I guess he did.

Hey, Brogan,
everybody needs a trade.

BEEPING
Hi, Dad.

About this peanut butter thing,

do I get a choice
between smooth and crunchy?

- Um...
- You forgot, didn't you?

Well, no.
I didn't exactly forget.

But it... it's not very
easy to find, honey.

- There's always New Hawaii.
- Hey, good idea.

- You think they have it there?
- Bye, Dad.

I still want that peanut butter.

OK, honey. Bye.

Cute.

For a little kid, that is.

So, what's with the peanut butter?

We had a deal.

She gets a good grade...

You cop for the peanut butter.

I heard of that stuff.
Never had it, though.

Speedy!

Take care.

Try Taradeli, across the street.

I heard they got all
that Earth stuff there.

Thanks, I owe ya.

Forget it. I owe nobody,
and nobody owes me.

What can I get ya?

I'm lookin' for some
Earth-style peanut butter -

crunchy, smooth, whatever you got.

Not a chance,
but I'll get some in later.

Damn.

Uh, look, let me give
you my, uh, name, address,

and, uh, phone number.

When you get some in,
you give me a call, OK?

- Got it. Mr Brogan?
- Right. Thanks.

- A perfect match.
- Tissue and blood.

How's the peanut butter
hunt coming, Dad?

- Oh, don't ask.
- I already have, right?

You know, Dad, I've been
giving this peanut butter thing

a lot of thought,
and I don't really care.

- You don't?
- It can be smooth or crunchy.

Come on, squirt.
Let's play Tunnel Dragons.

Oh, dibs on Zal-Kator!

- Hi.
- Mmm. Hey.

why don't you, uh, take off
your clothes and join me?

I don't think so.

Well, you know, Brogan,
it might just relax you.

- Uh, maybe later.
- Mmm.

Suit yourself.

Hey, um, did you have any
luck with that peanut butter?

SIGHS
Not you, too.

Hmm.

What am I gonna do
with you, Brogan?

All right!
VIDEO GAME BEEPS

Oh, yeah!

Bonus round, ten more points!

Mr Brogan,
this is your lucky night.

The boss found this out back
just after you left.

Ah.

THUD

Brogan?

Brogan?

Brogan?

KIDS ARGUING

Oh, come on.
I got the bonus round.

Just let me have one game.

Anything?

Uh, that's a negative, Captain.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

I was in the Thera-pool. I came down
the hall, the door was open.

The coffee was spilled.

- No noise?
- No, nothing.

- I didn't hear anything.
- Is Daddy gonna be OK?

Oh, sure, sure.

- Dad can take care of himself.
- Now, listen.

We'll have some good news
for you really soon.

Captain?

What have you got?

Mrs Albright,
who lives in the next unit,

saw Brogan getting into
a limo with two Creon.

At the parking lot
in the central hub.

Man, a limo and two Creons?

- The leggers.
- Gotta be.

You two, get back
down to Paradise Street.

Question everybody one last time.
I want that limo!

- Captain, what about Jorry?
- Go for it!

Took and Castle,
you're with Haldane!

You can start prepping
your patient, Doctor.

We got a donor.

Have you removed the heart, yet?

No, but as long as we
don't have any complications,

she'll be ready
in a couple of hours.

Then, I'd like to remove it myself.

- Say, again?
- Look.

Now that I know
what we're doing,

I don't have to accept poorly
removed organs any longer.

- Uh, I'm not sure, Doc.
- Look!

It puts my patients' lives at risk.

Think about it.

Bottom line,
it's not good for business.

And that's what
it's all about, Doc.

Sit tight.
We'll come and pick you up.

Yeah, we're holding back, Captain.

We don't want the limo pulling
another disappearing act.

Stay with 'em, Haldane.
I'll send backup.

What about the doctor?
Can we trust him?

Well, we don't have a choice.

It's the only way
we're gonna get to Brogan.

We've got to try to
keep a fix on him, Tooki.

I'm doing my best.

'Don't delay.
Call today for an RSA guided tour

'of this state-of-the-art...'

I don't believe this!

Track the limo's trajectory from
the point where we lost them.

This doesn't make any sense.

It vanished right there.

'Here's a look at upcoming
attractions on your...'

Anybody got a can opener?

Here's your first patient, Doc.

By the way,
found this in his pocket.

Name's Brogan.

- He's a cop.
- Oh.

Now, that's a stroke of luck.

Here's the man who's been
snooping around the clinic.

THUNDER RUMBLES

Better go make sure everything
in the bay is secure.

'Tonight, at 13,
as the Creon Community Council

'debates the issues live...'

It's the only place they can be.

So, how do we get Brogan out,
without tearing it apart?

Come on, Doc.

He's gonna be a dead man anyway.

I'm not operating on a man
unless he's properly sedated.

I don't want to risk
damaging his heart.

This won't hurt a bit, Lieutenant.

Hurry it up, Doc.

HE GRUNTS

WHOOSHING,
ALIEN GRUNTS

Oh!

Ah!

BROGAN YELLS

BROGAN GRUNTS

CHOKING

'Teshan supplementary units
expert...'

No go! I tried every code,
every frequency.

If it's got a hidden entrance,
I don't know how to find it.

GRUNTING

Ah!

We're right by you.
Where do you want us?

Cover the starboard side.

I think it's time
we try the doorbell.

All right. Hit the PA, Tooki.

OK.

HALDANE: This is the police.
You are surrounded.

Open up and prepare to be boarded.

This is the police.
You are surrounded.

Open up and prepare to be boarded.

Yes!

- Oh, no!
- Brace yourselves!

- What kept you?
- Traffic.

All units, all units!

The limo has left the dirigible.

Buckle up.
This is going to be a bumpy ride.

Go! Go, go, go!

The limo!

It's not gonna get very far.

It's headed right into Orrin
and Romek's waiting arms.

SIREN BLARES

This is the police.

Reduce your speed
and descend to ground level.

Too fast!

Too fast! Ah!

Thought you two
would like to know

we snagged Rick
and Pike's accomplice.

- At the space port, right?
- Right.

Freight handler, medical import.

He's very cooperative -
names, dates,

everything we need
to wrap this case up.

So, does this mean we get a raise?

It means you don't get suspended.

Where do you think
you're going, young man?

That way, Captain.

I'm not a captain,
and you're not going anywhere

until you fill out one of these...

One of these forms.

All right. Look, I'm outta here.
You need a ride?

No. Sally and the kids
are gonna pick me up.

It's, uh, it's good
to have you back, partner.

Get outta here.

I heard you nailed
the dudes that got Wirt.

Is that True?

How'd you get in here?

Anybody ever tell you
that answering a question

with a question is not polite?

What's this?

Stop with the stupid questions
already.

Just open it.

Ha!

I got my sources.

I got another stupid question.

Why?

Wirt was always into payback.

I guess I am, too.

- Daddy!
- Hey.

- Dad!
- Hey, guy.

- Hi.
- Mmm.

- You all right?
- Yeah. I'm fine.

You did it!
You got my peanut butter!

Yeah, I had some help from my...
friend.

- You got it. Beautiful!
- Oh, never mind.

Come on. Let's... Let's go home.

Yeah. Are you sure you're all right?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Hey, you gotta give me some.

You gotta be nicer to me.

How about
a peanut butter sandwich?

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