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Ladies and gentlemen of the world, we
join in silent prayer as the spaceship

Columbus approaches re -entry.

After almost two years in space,
traveling from Mars to Earth, the craft

crippled last week when a meteor shower
shattered the main drive and depleted

the Columbus's oxygen supply.

We have you marked.

Prepare for re -entry. Astronaut Jackson
and cosmonauts Koslow, Petrovich, and

Yamouri. have had to put their life
support systems on rock bottom

leaving Commander Zachary Stone to pilot
the craft and make the emergency

repairs. The question on the minds of
everyone at the space agency and the

of the world is, will Stone's jerry -rig
propulsion system hold up? The

Columbus is now entering first gravity.

This is the key time.

Must fire.

We have ignition.

The Columbus has braked successfully.

All it has to do now is coast home.

Commander, we'll correct course. Thank
God.

Congratulations, Commander Stone.

We can now celebrate the heroics of a
young American without whom five lives

would have been lost and perhaps our
future in space would have been

jeopardized. The man of the hour,
whether here in Metroplex or in Moscow,

welcome home, Zachary Stone.

How does it feel to be back on terra
firma?

Hey, Johnny.

Red Sands and Mars may be beautiful, but
they sure don't compare to the Green

Hill of the Hall. What did you miss the
most?

Well, let me put it this way.

I can't wait to get back to see my
father and my brother Frank and go down

come to nothing big, man.

All right, all right, all right.

Zach,

how'd you do it? How'd you know how to
get the ship back?

It's fake.

I believe a man can accomplish anything
he sets his mind to.

I simply deplore the waste of money on a
useless space program.

It could be so much better used here on
Earth.

You're a true humanitarian, Santori
-san.

You often remind me of Jomo Kenyatta.

And I very much admire Philmon -san.

So, our blood is now mixed, Abigail.

The property is yours to occupy and will
be fully furnished within.

We all try to change the world in our
small way, don't we?

It is man's purpose in life.

I'm all filibrated out, E .B.

Where's my family?

I've always been here for you. What
happened to Isaac?

E .B., seeing you at the ceremony was a
breath of fresh air.

But a man doesn't spend two years in
space looking forward to coming home to

adopted uncle.

Things happen in life, my boy.

Personal situations many times have to
take a back seat to professional

obligation.

Fredrickson, do shut up.

Dad's, uh... He's gone, isn't he?

He was in an automobile accident shortly
after your Mars ship took off.

Why didn't anybody say something?

Because they were afraid that the news
would alter your performance and

jeopardize your mission.

Okay.

Word, Frank.

Somebody talk.

Gentlemen.

Frank Jr.

disappeared in the line of duty, Zach.

But a trail of computer evidence showed
that he was a cop on the tape, right?

Computers.

They screw up your checking account and
then accuse the world's best cop of

corruption.

Do you believe Frank went bad?

I can't believe I'm here with an honest
-to -God astronaut.

We file clerks only get to meet
celebrities and their bios when they

Of course, if anybody found out, I'd let
you see all this.

Probably see my bit up there, too.

Wow. Your brother actually worked in the
crime zone?

Bigger pay, bigger risk. Or so I heard.

Gate 12, 397 to Metro North.

Pull up train 181 to Central West
bounding from launch gate 10.

181 to Central West.

Got a few hundred yen to help put a poor
girl through college?

I don't have any money. See, I've been
off the planet for a while.

And I thought I'd heard every lame
excuse in the world.

Hey, I saw you on TV last night.

So what's God's gift to the media doing
here in the sewer?

Comparing it to Mars?

My opinion?

Mars wins.

I'll give you a lift back to the real
world.

Just remember, you're going to play
explorer in this part of town.

Better learn the rules of the jungle.

All for one and one for all, kid. You
and me.

Too much tears.

Here, kid.

This is for you.

Now you spend it on your education,
okay?

You're going to go all the way to the
moon someday.

Maybe further.

The police academy isn't any happier to
have you than NASA is to lose you.

I'm not asking for any favoritism, E .B.

I have to prove myself, just like any
other rookie.

Your father didn't want you following in
his footsteps, you know that? Dad's

gone now, and our name's in the mud.

Now, he wouldn't have wanted it that way
either.

I doubt you'll clear Frank Jr.

by walking his beat.

He gave up a lot for me.

The least I can do is try.

You know where I'll be if you need me.

You know where I'll be.

Training

sequence

initiated. Fire at will.

Bounce training sequence initiated.

I am sorry, Oyoban.

We lost Pisces Electronics to a higher
bidder.

Hunterford Industries again.

Business is a gamble, isn't it?

Just like life.

Examination sequence initiated.

Performance evaluation excellent.

E .B. Hungerford has opposed us in so
many negotiations, nay?

A man is a power -hungry megalomaniac.

Sometimes I wish he did not exist.

You'll have to forgive me, Madam Prime
Minister. I must go.

I'm very late for an extremely important
engagement.

Fine ladies on a daily basis.

Damn telephones make a man late for his
own funeral.

You?

How can you...

Man, will you let go of me?

You better have a damn good reason for
barging in here, you Neanderthal.

Hungerford Industries.

Number? 365 -02 -007.

FX Spinner.

FX Spinner?

You're Spinner? No, I just look like
him. Of course I'm Spinner.

All right.

Please. Thank you.

Now, Bozo, who the heck are you?

No, it's really nice to see a guy who
doesn't watch television all the time.

I'm Zach Stone.

Zach Stone?

Yeah. Hey, man, just tell me.

Did you see any fine little green
sisters while he was down on Mars?

I'm just kidding. I'm just kidding.

What the heck are you doing down in the
crime zone?

Well, EB was supposed to be at my
graduation from the police academy.

And he didn't show.

Well, he's not in the building. I
already checked.

Just came in to do some late night work
and so the door trashed.

Actually, there's one place I didn't
look.

Oh, no.

That used to be a car.

No, don't touch it. I plan on it.

What is this stuff?

Some sort of genetically engineered
plasma enzyme.

I've known Mr. H for two years.

If anything's happened to him... Mr. H?

It's me.

He pulled me out of the gutter.

Gave me a chance at life.

Whoever killed him must have just left.

Maybe I can still find him.

So what are you going to wind up as?

A perforated corpse or oatmeal?

Neither. I'm going to get that guy.

We're not talking a regular guy, bro.

We're talking enough firepower to lay
down one of the world's best security

systems and turn that car downstairs
into mashed potatoes.

Do you know what I've seen since I got
home?

This whole world is kind of hell.

I'm sorry, I didn't survive burned out
power sources. Zero gravity.

To watch everybody I care about die.

Oh, so you think you survived Mars
because you were so smart, huh?

No, you had technology on your side.

And I'm not talking these tranquilizer
guns that the cops use on the bad guys

these days.

You had science working for you. You had
Mr. H's space suit, and that made you

superhuman.

Where's the suit now?

We're on Earth, remember?

Not in Kansas, Dorothy.

Come on, man, it's yourself beats going
after these guys in my underwear.

Where's the suit?

What you need is the new suit.

What new suit?

The one we were working on for your next
Mars mission.

Major parts of it are reinforced.

And the new electronics give the
exoskeleton muscles some real kick.

They said you were dead.

I had to go in there, didn't I, kid? No,
Frank.

Chilly most.

You're back.

You gotta ease up, though, man. You're
gonna pull out my expensive tubes.

Where am I?

The beautiful Hungerford Industries
Infirmary. Kind of nice, don't you

Huh? Don't think.

You suffered a pretty good bonk on the
cabeza.

You know that?

Evie, Evie.

He's still dead.

Your butt almost went with him.

Except I'm a people person, know what I
mean?

Couldn't stand the thought of being
alone.

Thanks, man.

You're gonna make it.

Come on, Zach.

Couple more lefts, couple more rights.
You'll be able to do the whiplash.

Thanks.

Almost. So, uh, your folks left you in
the city to make it or break it, right?

That's right, and I broke it.

Ended up in stir.

The cop who bagged me decided I had a
brain, donated me to science.

But here I am.

You know, I find it surprising that
Hungerford would risk taking in

a parolee. Hey, Zach.

I'm not just a parolee.

I didn't mean anything by it, man.

Really.

Besides, the cop put in a good word for
me.

Maybe you know him. He's got the same
last name as you.

Stone?

Frank Stone?

There's no way Frank could kill
Hungerford, man.

I wouldn't have thought he could kill me
either.

But he sure came close.

You sure it was him?

Hey, man, I know my own brother.

Do me a favor.

Don't tell anybody till I'm sure.

All right.

So...

You and Mia are all that's left of the
family now.

Yeah, I guess so.

You know, with E .B. gone, what's gonna
happen to this company?

It's giving me a real pause for thought.

It'll probably be ripe for some big
takeover by some big cheeses like

GTE, Satori Enterprises.

Taylor Satori, huh?

You know?

Before he was public hero number one, my
dad put him away from masterminding a

series of savings and loan frauds.

When you see Officer Stone, tell him
I'll never forget him.

There was just some way we could hide E
.B.'s death from the public.

I

don't

know why the media aren't carrying the
news on you.

Our reliable sources say that Hungerford
was murdered.

One must never wish for the death of
another, even an enemy.

Let's put aside our personal aims for
the moment.

It is time to initiate my program.

And the meeting with the international
leaders?

In due time.

they must first come to realize the
great need they have for those of us who

wiser.

After all, who else can do their
thinking for them?

Today, he's butting into windows all
over town.

He sure looks like it.

Hey!

Aren't you... A new officer that just
signed up for this precinct.

Name's Miranda Deutschman. Hi.

Zach Stone.

Hey, look what we've got here. The
original Martian chronicler. What are

doing here? Working here, ma 'am.

How are you?

talk in my office where you're a little
less distracted.

Is that why you pushed your way through
the academy?

So you could reopen your brother's case?

Frank was a fumed murderer, right?

Well, unsolved cases are still ongoing.
That's been my understanding.

Frank's death was a real blow to this
department.

Regardless of what they're saying now,
we lost a fine detective.

And a good friend.

But there have been ten rapes reported
so far this morning.

And God knows how many.

Burglaries, robberies, and active crimes
are going down while we stand here

talking.

Okay.

What if there's new evidence that Frank
is still alive?

There are no glory hounds here, Junior.

Remember that.

Remember this, too.

I've got as much confidence in you as
I've got in the government.

And I stopped voting for them ten years
ago.

You're right.

Forget it.

You're right.

Welcome to the crime zone.

We get all the obsolete software.

It's just not enough money to pay for
the good stuff.

Come on, give me a break.

Okay.

Yep.

There have been vandals attacking
property all over the zone.

Hmm. All the buildings they hit are
owned by a guy named Quentin Saint

It's weird, huh?

Yeah, real coincidence.

Check it out, huh?

All eyewitnesses at each attack reported
gang types.

Another coincidence, huh?

Thanks. Oh, I almost forgot.

A message came while you were out. You
want to hear it?

Sure.

We get all the rejects.

What's the matter?

That was a message from a ghost.

And so FX insisted that the first thing
a man would crave after two years in

space would be white meat.

Where is he?

He's in there.

I programmed in Mr. H's personality,
achievement, intelligence.

Voice and speech patterns?

Next best thing to have in them here.

Almost.

Hey, you solved the corporate takeover
problem, didn't you?

The way I figure it, Mr. H spends so
much time in his private office that

don't expect to do anything but hear
from him anyway.

Spinner, who really designed that suit
that I demolished?

Well, Mr. H had gotten a little too deep
into the stock market and politics, and

he didn't believe there'd really be a
second Mars mission, so I did it with my

own little hands.

However, it was not designed for street
youth, and it was not designed to take a

direct hit.

How long would it take for you to make
another one?

Not long, unless you're in a hurry.

I'm in a hurry. Hurry.

Now work faster.

Can you modify this for street use?

You mean like triple deck CD? More
reinforcement.

More weaponry.

You still have to Frank whoever he was.
Can you do this?

Do you realize what you're offering me
here?

A chance to out Hungerford.

Hungerford.

Impossible.

Don't bet on it.

You're right.

I've had a real run of bad luck with
those inner -city properties.

Know what's behind it?

Someone's trying to destroy me. That's
obvious.

Could be anyone.

Dave Concord, for example. How about the
Regis Company?

And there's Marge Crocker and that bum
Bill Needles.

Who are these people, Mr. St. Germain?
My enemies.

And they're not all, believe me.

Here's a list.

These are realtors.

Of course.

Trust me, son.

I'm the only honest land man in town.

Yeah.

We'll check in.

Those are really nice.

Pets.

Excuse me.

Zach, man.

This police work is so exciting.

Reminds me of why I chose science.

Yeah, which part exactly?

Because you're fluffy.

What a slime.

You bug the slime?

Yeah, he's talking to him.

Say goodbye to daddy.

Who's fluffy?

Who cares?

Nice fluffy.

This thing belongs in the Smithsonian.

Well, first it was my dad's and my
brother's.

Now she is mine.

And, well, you just don't see a class
act of wheels around like this.

Hey, you're not going to ruin my
upholstery, right?

You want it burglar -proof or not?

Just watch the upholstery.

Si, amigo.

Jet. Jet.

Done.

Shut the door.

No. Please.

Just refer to my electrokinetic
deflector system as brilliant.

And while we're on me, I even put one on
your suit.

Overrun with what?

What's what? You can't just leave me
hanging like this.

13275 is the only property St. Germain
has on Bronson Street.

Whoa.

I thought you said we were going to look
at the suit.

Later.

The way you drive, there may not be a
later.

reading central you're reading cheap

gremlin crap boy this is it zach the
perfect opportunity to test the suit

save your skin i hope man i don't need
the suit oh i didn't know you were

wearing your bestest sneakers or maybe
you don't mind being a shake and bake

triplets main course

Get down to the weenie roast on Bronson
and Sundance. And don't argue.

Who the hell is he?

I don't know, but I bet he sure can
burn.

Come on, show me what you got.

client doesn't accept Franks. Who knows
how long it'll be before the frogs bow

under to Germany anyway.

You tell them if they want the property,
they're going to have to what?

Close deal.

I didn't order the destruction. I swear
it. I can't even collect the insurance

money. I'm just a front for the real
owners.

Who is he?

I think you need something sweet for
dessert, don't you?

Satori.

Who?

Satori.

Just a little excited. Well, you know,
this is your idea for the surprise

It's not happening.

Don't give me a hard time about the
blindfold.

It wasn't my idea.

It was mine.

Mr. H.

Done up wild style.

This is humiliating.

I'm a bloody cartoon.

Oh, quit your griping. It gives you more
personality.

I can't believe it.

Reincarnated as Fred Flintstone.

And, Zach, he's the ultimate computer
hack, too.

Mr. H., show me the info you tap out of
the FBI computer in Washington.

Careful, man. That's illegal.

I beg your pardon. Decatron 16
volunteered the information.

There appears to be a cabal of
international businessmen engaging in

terrorism across America with the
objective of undermining our nation's

confidence. and eventually overthrowing
the government.

Oh, is that all? Their leader is Teo
Satori.

Somehow that doesn't surprise me.

Perhaps this will.

You see, I have information on your
brother as well, from my own memory

Zack, Frank was knee -deep in an
unofficial investigation into Satori's

dealings.

He didn't like what he found.

Was Satori involved with Frank's
disappearance?

This comes from neither a computer tap
nor my memory bank. It's an opinion.

In a word, yes.

Isn't he wonderful?

Just what we need to protect us in these
violent times.

The people are coming down very hard on
the crime zone, seeing all this

violence.

I know.

I am very sensitive to public opinion.

It will polarize even more as the
suburbs become more dangerous.

The suburbs.

There's no crime in the suburbs.

Things change, she thought me some.

We're short 2 ,000 yen.

You promised me three men.

Only two are still alive.

We still get all the money.

What are you doing here?

You're moving uptown.

Yeah.

The Joint Chiefs of Police are ready.
You are authorized to enter.

Are you there?

Please take your position on the
solicitor's square.

You may address us.

My name is Zack Stone.

We know who you are, or we would not
break protocol to enable you to address

It's about my brother, Frank.

We are fully aware of your oldest
sibling's case, and do not believe it to

worth pursuing at this time.

Please leave this list to Square.

No, no, please listen to me.

Frank Stone Jr.

was a great cop.

An honest cop.

You see, he was onto a bunch of scams
run by Teo Satori.

And Satori had him discredited to
protect his public image.

Do you have evidence that Teo Satori had
your brother killed?

No.

Not yet.

I don't even know if he's... I mean...

I don't know what happened to Frank.

Teo Satori is an internationally known
philanthropist.

And he is respected by public figures as
high up as the President of the United

States.

The case is closed.

Why won't you listen to me?

What kind of country is this where
innocent men are thrown to the dogs?

And criminals become heroes.

If Satori is on the streets, this city
will burn.

A woman's secret weapon is her
femininity.

It's more lethal than the biggest gun or
the gun. coldest knife.

Clothes make the woman.

They enhance her femininity.

Special clothes.

Pretty clothes.

My clothes.

You don't understand the power of a
woman.

She can accomplish miracles if she puts
her mind to it.

A woman can win wars.

She can lead a nation.

Or she can start wars.

Just because she's a woman.

This lasagna's great.

How's the prime rib?

Oh, hey, tofu's tofu.

You'd be happy to know I'm on top of our
problem. Oh, yeah? Which one?

Sensibility.

Example.

You're in 8th and Eastwood, and I'm in
the lab with the suit.

What do you do?

Let me guess.

Click my heels together twice and say
something like, there's no place like

home, and I'm there, right?

Not exactly.

Harvey, we'll dig my solution.

Our solution.

Mr. H's and mine.

Oh, man, don't tell me that computer's
not telling me what to do.

Can't get him to shut up.

He's even negated his own off switch.

Mr. H.

Then click your heels together and muddy
your mumble jumble.

Avon calling.

So you found out going over my head
wouldn't help.

What I'm finding out is that Frank's
disappearance is tying me to enough

evidence to nail tail Satori for life.

So you think you've got something on
Satori?

Something and a half.

Well, why didn't you say so before?

Some despicable gang from the Precinct
33 area has oozed into a suburban

development at 36A and has taken a woman
and a child hostage.

Thank you very much, Captain Frost.

You're certainly containing your locals.

I think I'm going to head out before I'm
witness to an act of technological

violence.

with Article 13, Item 4A. The only
strategy for dealing with a hostage

is to wait the villains out. I don't
care about your damn article. Send a man

in. Rules were designed to save lives.

I thought cops were.

From now on,

the lions will be feeding...

Press the star if you need pursuit.

Are you going to release the hostages?

Well, I've been talking to Katie here.

That's her name, Katie Maxwell.

Seems Katie has a dream.

That's right.

She wants to do something with her life.

Cute, huh?

Katie wants to be a dancer.

She's been dancing since she was six
years old.

Let's get out of here. I don't know
what's going on.

All done?

All right, let's leave.

Let's get out of here.

Come on, let's get out of here. Come on,
come on.

One more time.

This is just

the

start, hot shot.

Just the beginning.

We do not have a six -foot white knight
in full battle dress flying around on a

souped -up motorcycle working for the
police department.

This is Derek Malenko reporting live
from the Bay Hill Entertainment Mall.

here getting reactions...

No wonder she's in charge of the
precinct.

Don't underestimate Captain Frost.

She's still out on the streets, and that
makes her different than most bigwigs.

And besides, who are we to pass judgment
on who a person goes out with?

Don't tell me there's a rule in the
manual against cops, Fred, or anything.

No.

Just sort of a mother's warning.

Never get involved with a cop, because
they have a nasty habit of getting

killed.

Just when you get attached to them.

I wouldn't want to argue with anybody's
mother.

Yeah.

And then there's this problem cops have
with ignoring the telephone.

A -bomb.

A corner bucket.

Isn't that cute?

If times get tough, you'll be the best
pickpocket in town.

Do you have any idea what you've
interrupted in order to give me this

demonstration? Just tell me.

Is she fine?

Well, then, if I work nights, so do you.
Oh, come on, man.

And don't give me none of this two years
in space stuff, because even then, you

got more action than me.

Sorry to hear that.

Watch this.

Just what do you think you're doing?

Sorry, Matee.

I was trying to give Zach Mann here a
rundown on how I've, uh,

how we've modified the nightstick.

By all means.

Let's show him the rest.

Ready, Zach?

Let's do it.

Okay.

The tip is a torch, so watch where you
point it.

Just above the torch is an electronic
prod.

This shoots mace.

Great if anybody tries to rape you. That
was my idea.

Thanks a lot.

This is a homing rocket.

Good for moving vehicles.

This is a targeting display in case the
suit needs a backup.

What's that?

Carbide blade.

In case you encounter any really tough
steak.

That's the mag light, which is great
when you go camping.

And this here is a radio, in case you
need me.

The name's Bond.

James Bond.

Listen, FX, it's been great, and I'm
really going to need this.

See ya.

Wait a minute, Zach.

Wait a minute. I haven't even had time
to show you the neat old bulletproof

armor for the bike.

Great. I'll come by tomorrow, and we'll
bounce some spitwads off.

Stage. I'm afraid you've got your work
cut out for you, Zach.

You've got to master these devices
tonight.

Come on, Evie, you've got to give me a
break here. I've got a lady back at my

place and... The life we save may be
yours, my boy.

You want to call her a cat?

So, Sergeant, by the book Anderson
scored big brownie points for the police

commission last night.

Typical burby cop, huh?

20 years behind a desk.

No action heavier than throwing a shoe
at a tomcat.

Just talk, talk, talk.

Hey, speaking of talk, it's my turn to
see you on TV last night.

And?

Glamorous. You look really glamorous.

That's not what I meant.

What is your opinion of the mysterious
Zony Raider?

I don't really have an opinion.

Who do you think he is?

Probably some citizen who's tired of
sitting back watching the bad guys drag

this city into the garbage.

Know who I thought he might be?

No. Who?

Your brother Frank.

He's crazy, I know it.

I used to go out with him. You know
that, don't you?

No.

No, I didn't.

Well, you were bound to find out sooner
or later. I figured it was just better

coming from me.

It's better knowing that I'm not the
only one feeling bad about Frank.

You've never done a diet.

Now's your chance.

to fill you in on our rising crime rate.

All of us are only too aware that this
area has been plagued by an onslaught of

violence that simply cannot be stemmed.

You, Slick, get over here. Hands behind
your back.

At least you can finish something.

Look, I tried to get back last night. I
just couldn't. Well, that's the third

rule about cops. When they lie, there's
another one. I would

like to introduce

Teo Satori.

Our government.

is clearly trying to protect us, but is
falling miserably short of the mark.

What we need is a unifying leader, a man
who can guide us out

of these difficult times.

And who do you propose as this leader,
Mr. Satori?

The esteemed Satori -san is too humble
to answer your question,

madam.

Personally, I propose a man already well
known for his

beneficence.

Teo Satori.

What specifically is your solution to
handling the perpetrators of all this

violence?

The insurgents will simply be relocated
to a new setting in the wonderful

but largely unpopulated state of
Nebraska.

That concludes my report, ladies and
gentlemen.

The lions are at the door, sheep. Get
ready for the slaughter now. Move! Now!

Move!

When it rains, it pours. Gang

attacking Sephora International.

Then reinforcements. Let's go.

Hey, man, I want to talk to my lawyer.
Hey, shut up!

I didn't know I meant me.

Come on, Miranda.

Okay.

Here comes the egg beater.

Freeze it.

Okay, can you blow it up?

I don't know.

That used to work.

I need more.

Once more.

Boy,

does that ring a bell from my childhood.

Haven't seen it for a while, though.

What is it? Some kind of private
security bird?

Yep. And I bet I can guess whose it is,
too.

Check out who's running the McNamara
coal fusion plant these days.

Must be psychic.

In case you're interested, Stone, looks
like Miranda's going to pull through.

Great. Thanks for telling me.

The two civilians that were hit are
still in critical condition.

Too bad that bullet that hit Satori was
so far off.

What are you planning to do with Patty
Pretty, her gang, and the other

insurgents, Oyabun?

Many years ago, the Indians of the Sioux
Nation agreed to be

relocated from their homes on the Great
Plains of the American government to a

reservation in the Southwest.

It was a very difficult journey, and
many perished along the way.

And when they got there?

There wasn't any reservation.

The government had neglected to set
anything up.

Hide any housing.

Make the area habitable. What happened
to the Indians?

They died.

This place drives me crazy!

He's back!

You're a lady now, aren't you?

So, you're a one -man army, eh?

Too bad you don't work for me.

I work for Gritsutori. That counts, you
will.

Harsh words, Komaraki.

But words are not warriors.

Oh.

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