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Fifteen years is a long time to be in a coma.

Things might not be the way you remember.

Well, as long as I can still rent movies from Blockbuster and find work as a

travel agent, I'll be totally fine.

Mainly, I'm just excited to do this.

Detective Giles, you've done very well on the written portion of your

lieutenant training exam.

Well, it's really the guy I copied from who deserves all the credit.

Of course, the real measure of any lieutenant is how well he does on his

feet. Therefore, I'm assigning you your first provisional case.

Oh, a jumper.

Nice.

Now get back here and show me what you got.

Tribeca Tanner, get... Tribeca Tanner, get the hell

in here!

You wanted to see us, Lieutenant?

For the purposes of this case, Detective Giles will be acting as Lieutenant.

A sub?

Can't we just watch a movie?

Can I go to the bathroom? It's an emergency.

Now, now!

I expect you to afford him the same respect you afford me. Do you

understand?

Acting Lieutenant Giles?

Okay. Hi, guys.

We got a lot of work to do today.

Who threw that?

Well, it's mine now.

All right, enough with the nonsense.

I want you two to head down to the hospital and figure out how the hell

this guy got dead!

Yes, sir, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

Nice one.

I didn't put it down yet.

The emergency room is closed due to an emergency.

If this is an actual emergency... Emergency!

Emergency! What are we looking at shows?

Before we go any further, I'd like to acknowledge the elephant in the room.

I've just received my two-week chip from a gambling addiction program.

That's a casino chip.

So what happened here?

Looks like a suicide.

We have a deceased male, mid-30s, no ID.

There's an A on his T-shirt, but we're not sure what it signifies. Judging by

these injuries, I'd say he fell from about 1,000 feet. The only wrinkle is

the hospital's only about 100 feet tall.

Any chance you got the height wrong? Is that just from eyeballing it? No, it's

not from eyeballing it. I looked at it. You don't get these injuries from a 100

-foot fall.

I was just asking.

I'll take him back to the lab and see what an autopsy tells us.

And all the stock, in my opinion, is at an all-time low. I strongly believe he

didn't jump from this building.

All right, well, let us know what you find.

In the meantime, let's keep this place on lockdown until we figure out what

happened.

Mmm.

What's this?

Blood. I'm examining the effects on blood in the absence of any atmospheric

pressure. Don't you have any work to do? The blood in the fall victim's body was

boiled at some point. Meaning what? Someone boiled him and threw him out a

window? It's difficult to explain, but blood will actually boil in the absence

of any air pressure.

What's called a vacuum.

It is my professional opinion that this man fell from space.

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Okay. Cool.

Monica, I know things have been kind of rough on you, so if you're still not

feeling well... Look.

I know it sounds crazy.

But if there's one thing I know, it's blood and guts. And what happens to them

when they've been shot, bludgeoned, stabbed, poisoned, strangled, burned,

and in one case caramelized. And I'm telling you that someone dropped that

man from over 50 miles into the atmosphere.

Tribeca! Tanner! Get in here!

It is of the opinion of the department forensic specialist that the man found

this morning in front of the hospital fell from an extremely great height.

Like a tall building?

Even more extreme.

Like from an airplane?

Like crazy loco extreme.

Like a spaceship?

Acting Lieutenant Giles, isn't there a point when these cases become so far

-fetched that they're hard to believe?

It's typical for the genre, Tribeca.

Now get your butts to NASA and tell me how the hell this guy fell out of the

sky. NASA like in Florida?

No, NASA in Houston.

So NASA in Houston.

Yeah. Got it.

How am I doing, Lieutenant?

Considering what you've been given?

Awful. Just awful. I have no faith.

Excuse me, Ms. Craft.

Oh, hello.

Welcome. And it's Mrs.

Unmarried. Obviously.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid you've caught us at a bit of a busy time. We're about to

launch a satellite that will be able to go around and around the Earth.

Telemetry! Go!

Engines! Go!

Thunderbirds! Argo!

Go, Speed Racer!

Go! I'm sorry, you were saying?

A dead body fell to the ground in Los Angeles, and, uh, what's a nice way to

put this?

A lunatic that I work with has a theory.

It's just so embarrassing.

Can an astronaut fall from one of your spaceships?

Yeah, right.

And one day you'll be able to say, shit, on television.

And besides, we haven't even sent anyone up in the past six months.

I'm so sorry.

This is gonna get you in trouble with your boss.

Oh, he's not my boss.

My boss is another man. Anyway, thank you for your time. Let's go, Tim. Wait a

minute, detectives.

You won't miss this.

Seven, six, five, four, three, two,

one.

Boys, cookies!

Oh, these are for the men.

I'll get you a frisk and a diet pill later.

You know, actually, if I'm remembering right, we did register a rocket launch

out of California yesterday from one of those space tourism companies.

Hmm.

Ooh.

We must have it in here somewhere.

Here it is.

Galaxium Aerospace.

Not sure who was on board, but would you like me to make a mimeograph?

I'll just take a picture. Oh, just take the card. I don't want you to have to

wait for the film to be developed.

Biggs, would you like me to take that for you?

Sure. Have a great day.

Galaxian Aerospace is the pet project of bad boy, playboy, rockstar CEO Spurberg

Pennington. Is that the idiot that went over Niagara Falls on a horse?

That's him.

Total adrenaline junkie.

Let's see if the police showing up gets his engine running.

Mr. Pennington?

Angie Tribeca, LAPD.

What's up, detective?

You caught me.

I'm collecting some California condor eggs for an omelet. This is an unusual

request, but we're investigating the possibility of a passenger from one of

your space flights falling overboard.

What? A passenger fell overboard from one of my space flights?

Are you serious?

You just made my whole millennia. You should come work for me.

You could be my vice president of joy.

Shall I take it next time?

So you're saying that you could account for every single passenger on that

flight? Absolutely.

Thanks. I think we got what we needed. Sorry to bother you.

It's an embarrassment.

It's completely humiliating, and it's beneath you.

It's just a turtleneck, Tribeca. What are we doing?

Everybody's looking at us like we crazy.

Why don't we just say he fell from a hot air balloon and call it a day? This is

my first case as lieutenant, and I want it solved correctly.

Maybe your first job as lieutenant should be to figure out if your head of

forensics is bonkers.

That's it. You're staying on campus for lunch.

This case is making the department look bad.

Chasing out the spaceships.

I'm just saying. Hot air balloon accidents happen all the time.

Lieutenant, a little help here? If I intervene, you'll fail this portion of

the exam.

Well, then maybe I'm not ready to be a lieutenant, Lieutenant.

Lieutenant?

Tanner, get the balloon paperwork.

That's what I'm talking about.

I'll deal with our forensics problem.

Dr. Scholz. Yes?

We need... I've identified our victim. His name was Alan Fresco. Missing

persons report filed yesterday morning.

And that proves... He's an engineer at Acme Rocket Parts. Hence the A on his

shirt. Your point is... Acme Rocket Parts was a subcontractor for Galaxium

Aerospace. They built the windshields on the Galaxium One spaceship.

And that's important because... Look what I found in his pocket.

He was on that ship.

When's the last time you saw Alan Fresco?

I saw Al two days ago. We were still working on the fix for the faulty

windshields. You know, the glass in the front of the... I may not be a rocket

scientist, sir, but I know what you're talking about.

Now, the windshield, which powers the vehicle, You said that they were unsafe.

Only unsafe in the sense that that windshield would crack apart the second

you left the atmosphere.

Al told them over and over again it wasn't ready, but that lunatic

Pennington wouldn't listen.

The last time I talked to him, he said he was going to Galaxium to try and

reason with Pennington. And if that didn't work, he would go to the press.

You gotta understand, Al was a perfectionist. Even one ship exploding

would have bothered him.

Thanks, Dave.

We'll be in touch.

Salutations, detectives. And how are your ways?

Sit down, Mr. Pennington, and keep your New Age jargon to a minimum.

Oh, okay.

May I ask, what was so important that you had to pull me off Kate Upton?

What does the name Alan Fresco mean to you?

Nothing. What about Acme Rocket Parts? Acme Rocket Parts manufactures certain

components for the Galaxium-1 space bus.

Like the faulty windshield.

Look, Detective, Galaxium leads the industry in safety. We're tied with the

only other company that does this.

That's funny, because the engineers at Acme, they had major concerns about that

windshield.

Alan Fresco's an idiot.

And if I knew who that was, I would tell him to his face.

Was Alan Fresco on that flight?

No, absolutely not. Did Rachel not get you the manifest? We've seen the

manifest, and we contacted every single person on there.

And they all agree that there was no Alan Fresco on that flight. Oh, thank

God. But they all said your behavior on the flight was nervous and agitated and

that you entered and exited the bathroom several times, completely ignoring the

out-of-order sign.

So you brought me in here to talk about a broken bathroom?

They also heard an airlock open, then screams, then the airlock shut again.

So you brought me in here to talk about an airlock opening and then some

screaming and then the airlock shutting?

I think you pushed Alan Fresco off that flight because you were afraid he was

going to go to press with the safety concerns about the Galaxium. And that's

something your stock prices couldn't afford.

Am I right, Mr. Pennington?

Look, if you want to get a prosecutor...

and tell that prosecutor that Sperber Pennington, the guy that lived inside of

an orca for three weeks, pushed a man out of his spaceship without any

evidence or witnesses whatsoever, then you are a bigger daredevil than I am.

Shalom.

Kickstand up.

It's just a tight turn, is all.

Adios.

Damn it.

Acceleration is a little tricky.

Here we go.

Nope. Yeah.

Here we go.

So I don't know if you've heard yet, but it sounds like this spaceship theory

isn't crazy after all. Yeah, I heard.

Just wanted to say, I'm sorry.

I think there's someone else you owe an apology.

Forget about it, Tribeca. I wouldn't have believed it either.

But I think there's someone who deserves a little thanks for putting it all

together. Hey, man, all in a day's work.

I'm proud of you all.

So what's our next move, Acting Lieutenant Giles?

Thanks, Lieutenant.

Okay, well, we've already connected Al Fresco to Pennington. We just need

physical evidence that Fresco was on that ship.

What judge is going to give us a warrant based on the facts of this case?

You don't need a judge when you've got a lieutenant who bends the rules.

Now you're starting to get it.

Someone's gotta get on that ship. Someone that Pennington's never met.

Now remember, we're just two rich kids blowing their family's wealth on a 20

-minute trip to space.

Copy that.

Afternoon, folks. This is your captain speaking.

That chime you just heard indicates that we have left Earth's atmosphere.

Feel free to relax, unbuckle those seatbelts, and enjoy all the wonders of

zero gravity.

Our movie today, The Secret Life of Pets, will begin shortly.

You seen that movie?

It's really funny.

What's up?

There's no doubt Fresco's body was in that bathroom. I found his wallet, one

of his shoes, his Pokemon collection, and what must have been his lucky

chloroform rag.

We've got Pennington dead to rights.

I'm sorry.

Who's got who, dead to rights?

Galaxium One, this is Houston.

Come in.

They're not responding.

I don't like this.

Miss Craft, I hate to even raise this possibility, but can any of these

monitors show normal TV?

I'm afraid not.

Valium? You shoot that gun, you'll kill us all. I think you're forgetting about

the escape pod.

Unfortunately, there's only room for one.

Sorry, Marty.

This is Houston. Go ahead, Galaxium.

Uh, Houston, we have a bad thing happening.

Giles, what do you need? Talk to me.

I need you to tell me I would have made a good lieutenant.

You're gonna make a great lieutenant.

You're coming home.

I wouldn't be saying that if you were seeing what I'm seeing.

Choles is trying to wrestle the gun away from Pennington. She's holding her own,

but, oh, he was only using one arm. Now he's using two.

She's doomed.

Why isn't anyone helping her?

Tell her I said I love him.

No.

You're going to tell him yourself when he gets home from boarding school in six

years.

Tribeca.

I'm here.

I love being your partner.

Gus.

Oh, shit. The windshield just cracked and Pennington

got sucked out. We're fine.

Table blanket over the... Oh, good, you're already doing it.

Initiating auto-return system.

See you guys in ten.

These are the moments I'm gonna miss when I get fired for being a mom.

I passed.

Does that mean I have to start calling you Lieutenant now?

I passed the first of 300 cases I have to oversee.

Oh. That's still pretty good.

So I guess this spending time apart thing is becoming more permanent, huh?

Seems like that's for the best right now.

Okay, partner.

Happy you're back on Earth, safe and sound.

Me too.