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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.'

Oh, wow, these are tremo... They're awesome!

These are the ones that I want, OK?

Cute.

They're gorgeous. Perfect for her.

Liz, your gift certificate's only worth 100 credits.

Gosh, everything here is expensive.

- Hmm. - How about these?

Everybody down! Get down and stay there!

Faces on the floor. Get on the ground! Move! Move!

All right, set it up.

And stay there.

All right, come on! SMASHING

Hey, what are you looking at?

Hear what I said? Keep your eyes shut, no-one gets hurt.

You, pal, what are you looking at?

Face on the floor!

Kiss the carpet!

BEEPING

Keep your eyes on the floor and no-one gets hurt, lady!

Hey, pal. You want your brains out?

Face on the floor!

BLASTING

Go! Go! Get in there!

- Move it, move it! - All right. OK, let's go. Come on.

All right, pal, you pack it up now!

Move!

Heads down, mouths shut!

Oh, look at all this stuff. This is great!

Come on, move it, move it.

Hurry up in there!

What are you doing, idiot!

You're done, lady.

What are you looking at?

N-nothing. I-I thought...

Thought what?

- Please, I... - Say pretty please.

Pretty... please.

The ring, take it off. Come on, give me. Give me!

Cos you're not gonna be needing it any more.

Stop it!

Hey, the kid's got knuckles.

Hey, kid, you wanna come work for me?

Hey, we're done. Come on, let's go.

Go, go, go!

Whoa!

Go!

- Hey, kid. - No!

No!

GUN CLICKS Boom!

- Come on, let's go! - Come on, move it!

Get outta here, idiot.

OK, everybody keep your heads down,

stay on the ground, and shut up!

GUNSHOT

That's one hell of a souped-up hopper coming up.

Whoa.

An unmanned mining drone - rock snatcher.

Yeah, with the throttle up and the doors wide open,

that thing coulda scooped us up like an asteroid.

It's too fast to catch. File an illegal.

Yep.

'Lieutenant, got a robbery.

'Zone two at 5-0 Hawking Way.

'Shots fired.'

Copy, Fredo. We're on it.

Unreal, 98mm SDS.

Micron smooth.

What'd they use, an electron torch?

Wouldn't scratch it.

Anyway, that's not the point. Where's the hole?

Why, it's, uh... it's right there, isn't it?

No, the piece they cut out. It's gone.

Well, maybe someone took it.

Get serious.

A piece of star density steel this size

gotta weigh at least 80 tonnes.

That'll slow 'em down a bit.

THEY CHUCKLE

Good one!

You OK, Sally?

Yeah, we're all right, thank you.

What we got? Anybody hurt?

- No, but... - Daddy.

It's OK, honey. It's OK.

SLOMO: Attention!

Aero Tech from Vehicle Division

is scheduling routine cruiser safety inspections.

I don't care how many hoppers fit the description, run a make!

Right away, sir.

His finger tightened on the trigger...

..and then he said, "Say pretty please."

Sally, I heard.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm OK. Thanks, Captain.

Good. We'll get those fellas, don't you worry.

Possible escape vehicle.

A yellow hopper Humes and Coup seen speeding from the area.

I put Sergeant Fredo on to it.

Thanks, Captain.

Sally, uh, look, I'm sorry but we need to get a memory fit

on the perp that you saw.

Haldane, I'm still taking her prelim.

Um, you guys wanna give her a little room here?

No, it's OK. I'm up to it, I am.

I'm ready when you are.

Robberies, whatever.

When you deal with the public, you have to pay the price.

Can I, uh, get you anything,

you know, like a soda or a cup of...

Coffee, you darling!

There you go.

What?

You never let me be first with a lady, ever.

What'd I say?

What'd I do?

Now, you wanna tell me what happened?

I-I don't know how to describe it.

Well, hang on, honey.

You just think about what happened

and I'll watch with you, OK?

- Just think? - Mm-hmm.

I can do that, I guess.

Easy... Easy, slow down, Liz.

I'm right here.

GLASS SHATTERING

DISTORTED: The ring. Take it off. Give me. Give me!

Move on, Liz.

Your mom's OK. You're OK.

OK, everybody keep your heads down!

Stay on the ground and shut up! GUNSHOT

Liz, can you look more closely at the case?

Good girl.

Perfect, that's him.

All right.

Let's find this guy.

Lieutenant?

I think we found a place to start looking for him.

Demeter University Research Institute.

Where do we start, department of armed robbery?

It's Dr Reece.

He had a project with us.

HAD a project?

The institute cancelled his funding.

He wasn't prepared to share his data.

What was he working on?

Well, I, uh...

We could subpoena your records.

Naru Reece is an erratic and brilliant physicist.

He was working on a small beam accelerator.

What's that?

It fires subatomic particles,

which break up the structure of matter.

It's not exactly a new concept.

Well...

normally such an accelerator is enormous.

His fits in a suitcase.

Would this accelerator machine blow a hole in metal?

Well, in theory it could penetrate

the very fabric of the universe.

We need his address, now.

OK.

Apparently, he's hit upon hard times.

The forwarding address is 15 Dok Street.

It was only a test run, Doc.

No, Zann, I just wanna be paid and goodbye.

Don't you wanna move to a nicer neighbourhood?

I said "no".

I just want enough to complete my work.

Give me my machine.

HE GRUNTS

You're not hearing me, Reece.

What... What are you doing?

Don't touch that.

Please, you don't understand it.

I don't understand hoppers either...

..but I can drive 'em.

It's your suspect, all right.

We had one damn lead,

and now it's a... cremated, headless torso.

I tested the bone marrow DNA,

it matches Reece's birth records.

Yeah?

Carson, what's that smell?

They used cyclopie to torch the body.

What's that thing?

Melted plastic. I wanna take a closer look at it.

Well, we're gonna bag everything in here, if we have to.

Hey, you, Selmar, get in there and find something.

Not a single witness.

The apartment's clean, no sign of struggle.

Get these people outta here.

This is a crime scene, not a street party.

Well, if I didn't know him better,

I'd think he was taking this personally.

Come on, Matt, you always get to sit there.

And one time I get it and you take it.

I was sitting there.

Actually, you weren't.

But that's OK. You can have it anyway.

What's going on, Matt?

I'm being mature. Mom says I have to.

It's been a little tense today.

How you feeling?

Look, I know today was...

- We're OK. - Good.

But, you know, it's all right to feel angry or scared.

Nope, fine.

Honey, I'm sorry I wasn't there today.

It's OK.

I'm sorry.

It's only a ring.

Why you fighting me on this, Lieutenant?

Public relations has to issue

a statement from the officer in charge.

It's regulation. So give 'em one and shut 'em up.

OK, we're dead in the water.

- Oh, tell 'em that. - Yeah, right, start a panic.

Look, Captain, we've got a robbery crew

with a machine that will punch through anything,

maybe even the whole planet,

and we have no clue what they're gonna do with it next

because they just murdered the only lead we had.

Now, you want me to tell 'em that?

Well, maybe some regulations are made to be broken.

Zannadu Mining, this is B of A armoured transport.

You scheduled a pick-up.

'Affirmative. You are cleared for docking.'

The bank security guys are here.

Get that in there.

OK, Zann.

We're getting up to 900 ounces

out of some of these asteroids.

GUARD WHISTLING

That's a lot.

Wow.

Yeah, I hope you guys are on the ball.

Mr Zann, sir, we're the best.

You'll, uh, follow us in your hopper.

- Absolutely. - All right.

Just park in the public base

and meet us at the vault elevator.

Gotcha.

And, uh, this is the most secure room

you'll ever encounter, Mr Zann.

Solid star density steel.

Ah...

As a, uh, champagne class depositor,

you'll receive 26-hour service access.

- Your health. - Thanks.

Thank you.

Please.

Open, "says me".

HE CHUCKLES

Come along.

Thanks.

Wow, there must be a billion in here.

Oh, a hundred billion...

Gold, black platinum, Altorian silver.

It's, uh, tax time.

You know, I'm real happy about this vault.

HE CHUCKLES

You're in luck.

You know what this is?

Reece's brain?

Close. It's Reece's day timer.

And guess what?

The wafer's intact.

Can you read it?

No, but Slomo can.

OK, Slomo, we need some names.

Scan his appointments.

Where was he going? What was he doing?

Who was he meeting?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, slow down, Lieutenant.

The directory contains Dr Reece's appointments

for the past ten years. I will proceed from the beginning.

Uh, no, no. Start at the end, metal head.

Last dated entry is Zannadu Enterprises, Inc.

There she is, Zannadu Enterprises.

It's currently licensed to an Alvin Zann, New York City.

- Small universe. - Yeah, too small.

I know that name.

Check him for priors.

He's through there.

Hey, a couple of human cops.

What's your business on Altor, Zann?

Just working for a living.

What a let-down after robbery and attempted murder.

Bull!

- Hey, what do you know? - Everything, buddy.

You got a rap sheet that oughta be delivered with the morning paper.

Ancient history.

Guy eventually gets smart.

Now, what do you want?

- Know him? - No.

Well, guess you didn't get any smarter.

Name's Naru Reece.

He contacted you nine days ago.

Let me look at it again.

Oh, yeah.

Might have been that nut who phoned me... once.

- What'd he want? - Money.

Some invention. Supposed to be great for tunnelling mine shafts.

But you weren't interested?

I'm not interested in shafts.

I like to run with the rocks,

catching pay dirt, wherever it goes.

Yeah, us, too.

Look, uh, I got work to do.

- Anything else? - No, that'll do it.

Oh, please, don't leave Altor

without notifying the police.

Say pretty please.

Like I said.

It's him, no question.

Now let's push him.

I want 26-hour open surveillance on Zann,

and don't forget his crew.

Check for outstanding warrants, aliases, parole lists,

immigration, too.

Took, Castle, I want you to sit on his butt.

Move it!

Haldane!

Looks like Zann's headed downtown.

With a bad exhaust.

Gotta be violating emission codes.

But when we pulled in the hopper, it wasn't Zann.

One of his crew was driving.

Dammit! He's decoyed us.

HE KNOCKS Hey, want some doughnuts?

No, I'll get fat.

What the...

- Hey! - Get outta the van!

BLASTING

HE YELLS

There's no time. Leave it.

We gotta get outta here.

- OK, OK! - Come on!

Hang on a minute, Jane.

'Brogan, got an armoured van robbery. Zone 12 East.

'Perp's heading for orbiting, yellow hopper.

'Same as the jewellery heist.'

Copy. Let's go.

There, I got a blip, about 30 degrees out.

There, two o'clock.

Looks good. Let's reel him in.

'Alert, collision imminent!

'Alert, collision imminent! Alert, collision imminent!

'Alert, collision imminent...'

What the hell is that?

Drive's out.

Man, server's cooked.

Zero function. Eject...

- Eject! - Go!

'Officers Took and Castle to DCPD recovery.

'What's your status?'

'DCPD recovery vehicle A-10,

'we are proceeding to disabled unit,

'23 arc decrees off sub-beacon five.

'You can tell your boys the cavalry's coming.'

Sit tight, guys. The recovery vehicle's on its way.

What hit you?

I don't know, Tooki.

But whatever it was, it was big and it was fast.

Hey, Janey. It's awfully cosy in here.

You sure you don't wanna join us?

You'll have to come up with a better offer

than the back seat of a cruiser, Haldane.

All right, watch closely.

This is the security recording from the armoured van.

The perps cut a hole in the rear door of the vehicle

with the same device they used for the jewellery centre job.

As you can see, the guard tries to fight back,

but his shots are absorbed by whatever the hell that thing is.

Now, here's the peculiar part.

They seem to change their minds about stealing the money.

The assumption is that something frightened them off.

But we've no evidence to support that.

So there it is.

What have we got, Carson?

Well... it's like a hole,

deep as infinity.

Scariest thing I've ever seen.

There's no way to protect ourselves from it.

Well, what are we gonna do about it?

Turn it off.

But not while it's expanded.

It'll be a hyper vacuum slamming shut.

The concussion would blow you right through the walls.

Captain, I-I don't get it.

Zann's got this powerful machine.

He uses it to knock over an armoured van

and he doesn't take the money. I mean, we're missing something here.

Yeah, like a plan to nail this sucker.

We gotta get in there and search that mining vessel.

We need hard evidence.

You're going to need evidence before you get a search warrant.

So, get creative.

Zannadu Enterprises, this is DCPD...

Open up for safety check.

OK, check the light fixtures, the tool boxes,

fire extinguishers and anything else you can think of.

- What are you looking for? - Mistakes.

Try the mirror.

750 mag pro, full auto clip.

Legal and registered.

HE SNIFFS

- Recently fired. - I had a lizard rat problem.

Big one. About your size, Brogan.

Yeah? You still got a problem.

Hey, guys, fellas, be careful.

Thanks, guys.

- Open this, please. - What for?

Checking for undeclared fruit.

I, uh... forgot the combination.

I think I know how it goes.

Hey!

Oh, boy, look.

Flesh mags.

- Tsk, tsk. - Tsk, tsk.

BROGAN CHUCKLES

Piece of the getaway vehicle left lying around.

- Very unsafe. - What vehicle?

We just melted down some scrap.

Well, since you made the trip...

let me show you something.

There's nothing up front.

This is more than you two will make in a lifetime

at spit-shining your shoes,

and I'm turning this much out in a day.

You wanna hold one for a second?

You threatened my wife, you scared my child...

you're going down, Zann.

So help me God, you're going down.

Orrin, Romek, let's go.

CHUCKLING

I thought you were gonna pop him might there.

Yeah.

So did I.

DEVICE BEEPING

Liz, knock it off.

Liz, that's enough!

What?

Gosh, no-one can do anything around here.

Liz, pick it up.

It's not yours, it's Matt's.

- Liz. - Read your stupid book.

Liz.

Here, jerk face.

There are limits to my maturity.

Patrick, cut Liz some slack.

- Cut yourself some. - Meaning?

She's taking her cues from you.

Meaning?

Stop being so strong for everybody.

Let it go.

- Coffee, Lieutenant? - Yeah, yeah.

Run that sequence again.

Transmitting.

Hold it... Rerun.

Enhance.

Slow it down.

Freeze.

He only wanted the ID because armoured guards' IDs

are coded for vault entry.

Zann's going after the Bank of Altor.

It takes a lot more than an ID card to get in, Brogan.

In any case, I instructed central tracking

to notify us if Zann's vessel moved.

It did.

It left Altorian orbit at dawn.

He's gone.

No, I don't believe he's gone.

It doesn't make sense.

You scared him. He's off to rob someplace else.

No, sir. He's gonna hit that bank.

I know you want him. He threatened your family.

But you have to let it go.

Uh... better have the bank cancel that ID,

just in case. Huh?

- Open, "says me". - Says me.

Ah. CHUCKLES

Put it there with Mr Zann's other strong box, will you?

That's fine, boys.

Thank you.

- Thank you very much. - Ah, my pleasure, sir.

And if you'd like to come with me,

we'll pick up your deposit slip in my office.

'Bank of Altor.'

Yeah, this is Lieutenant Brogan, DCPD,

I need to talk to the bank manager about a stolen ID.

'He's away from his desk. Would you like to hold?'

Oh, uh, thanks a lot, guys.

You know where the docking bay is?

- Yeah. - OK.

See you, Mr Zann.

Open, says... me.

BEEPING

I blew it. Scared him off.

Don't let it eat ya. Zann'll get his.

Brogan, we're registering a vault alarm.

Bank of Altor.

Come on. Quick, quick, move. Come on.

Get them unloaded. Down here. Down here.

Come on, speed it up. Speed it up.

Oh, sorry, officers, we've got it all under control.

- Got what under control? - Oh, just a false alarm.

Time watt's been screwed up. It's weird.

Like it's been tampered with from inside.

- Zann's in there. - Mr Zann?

What are you talking about?

Open it up.

- Come on! - OK.

What in tarnation?

Fredo, we've got a live 620 here.

Send backup now.

Can you open it?

Sure, this program will blow the locks

and the doors will open automatically.

Then do it.

Takes 120 unit seconds for the program to run.

You ready, sir?

One, two, three, go!

You know, something doesn't add up here.

What do you mean?

He didn't use the machine to get in.

And why would he trap himself like that?

- This is cold. - What do you mean "cold"?

The door, it's freezing.

Can you check humidity inside this vault?

- Certainly. - Tell me.

Current humidity... zero?

That's impossible.

Because there's no air in there.

He didn't use the machine to get in. He used it to get out.

What are you saying?

They're going out the back way, pal. You got a big hole in your bank.

Get outta here! Move! Come on, let's go.

Come on. Come on.

Rock snatcher, straight ahead.

Man, if that thing gets up to speed, it's gone.

Well, I guess we'll have to go along for the ride.

Hang on, man.

Oh, Jeez, Brogan.

Now it gets dangerous.

I hope there's enough room for us in here.

Now's not a good time for guess work, partner.

- Tight parking spot. - Not as bad as New York.

Come on, baby, hold together. Don't spring a leak now.

CRUNCHING

BEEPING

We got air. Let's go.

Police, freeze! Freeze!

BLASTING

Ahhh!

Ahhh!

Give it up, Zann.

Zann, give it up!

You give it up, Brogan!

BEEPING

Can you shoot a gun faster than I can twitch a finger?

I don't think so.

Now drop it.

Better decide, time's running out.

Nail it, Brogan.

GUNSHOT, CRACKLING

It's homing in on the glove, Zann.

Drop the glove!

No... No!

No... SCREAMS

Brogan, it's getting bigger!

Shut off the machine!

It's gonna breach the hull!

Throw it in.

WHOOSHING

Haldane?

You all right?

HE GROANS

Yeah.

Just another day at the office.

Oh, man.

Tell me again why I love this job...

Hey, look who's here.

Hey!

Way to go.

All right, Brogan.

LAUGHTER

Captain, the Bank of Altor's begun transfer of the bullion.

Good. The sooner, the better.

You did real good, Lieutenant.

Brogan, Haldane?

I'm putting you two in for a commendation.

All right!

APPLAUSE

Well, thank you, sir. That's very kind of you.

Yes, it is.

Hey, the bank oughta give you guys a parade.

LAUGHTER

You know... you're lucky I still exist.

Haldane, if you didn't exist, I'd have to invent you.

PLATE SHATTERING

PLATE SHATTERING

CHUCKLING

Oh, boy, does that feel good!

I'm telling ya.

PLATE SHATTERING

Here, try one.

Just imagine that clown's face on it.

Go ahead. Go ahead.

PLATE SHATTERING

Yeah. Let's do it together.

PLATES SHATTERING

THEY TALK OVER EACH OTHER, GIGGLING

What did I call it? I can't remember.

Hi.

Hey. Don't look at me. I'm not cleaning anything up.

Have some ice cream.

- We saved one for you. - Mm.

BOWL SHATTERING

LAUGHING

Have a spoon.

Let it go, didn't you?

Yes, I did!

Hey, look. I'm a pimple.

THEY LAUGH

I don't believe it.

Believe it.

Oh!

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