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-We're not even sure it was [inaudible] tailing us.

That's some serious speed on him for a two-ton amphibian.

-Well, that's what this analysis will tell us.

K9?

-Affirmative.

[inaudible] sample is loaded with enough [inaudible]

pheromones to cover a Kalderian bed mite.

-That doesn't sound very impressive.

-Kalderian bed mites have reached

30 meters in height, at birth.

-Oh.

Note to self, no sleepovers on Kalderia.

TV: [inaudible] there has been another attack on the CCPC,

in which one unit was held up, and another kidnapped.

Reports are sketchier this time, but it's apparent

that the group calling themselves the Last Precinct

have claimed responsibility.

Witnesses report they're extremely ruthless.

-If you can't keep you mind on the task at hand,

perhaps you could rustle up some tea and biscuits.

TV: Cyber purge of all cyborg civil servants,

including the CCPC.

-What is your obsession with the CCPC and newscasts lately?

-K9, can you scan Darius to see if he might

be developing a social conscience?

-Negative, Starkey.

This unit does not have the power

to perform such a labor intensive operation.

-You've got opinions on everything.

Whey don't you do us all a favor,

and keep them to yourself?

-Whoa, hold on, Darius.

-Who is who, Starkey?

Look at you, all against me with your little jokes,

nice, tightly knit little family unit, aren't you?

Me, I'm just the hired help.

-I'm guessing that's what you humans

call hitting a raw circuit.

STARKEY: Raw nerve, K9, nerve.

But yeah, you're right.

-Are you sure you don't want to talk about it, handsome?

-Yeah. Thanks, but no thanks.

Handsome?

-I meant handsome, as in handsome cab driver,

except that I'm mechanical and automated, obviously.

I'll be quiet now.

-Yeah, good idea.

-What's that, Darius.

Come in?

Yeah? No.

Did you hear the one about the android

who got bitten by a mad dog? He got rubies.

-[inaudible] business.

STARKEY: Yeah, hey, listen, Darius.

I'm really sorry if we hit a raw circuit-- nerve earlier.

-No problem.

I shouldn't have gone off my nut like that.

It's just this--

-What is it?

-It's just this Last Precinct work.

-The stuff on the news?

-Yeah, but it's old news to me.

[doorbell]

-Huh, what now?

-Illegal experiments?

I think you have the wrong house number.

-CCPC intel reports that this is--

-Officer unit, take it up with Inspector June Turner

at the department.

-Stand aside.

-Excuse me!

-Stand aside, sir.

-There's something odd about that CCPC's energy signal.

CCPC: Shocking, poindexter.

-Gryffen, alert.

That CCPC unit [inaudible] function--

-K9!

-No!

PROFESSOR GRYFFEN: That's not standard issue.

You're not CCPC.

What are you?

-Command override -597 data.

What?

I don't understand.

That should have worked.

I hacked into those codes with mom.

Don't hurt him.

-Take it easy. JORJIE: Darius!

-You're all under house arrest.

-Huh? CCPC: Do not resist.

And don't lose your heads.

[chuckling]

-Human.

They're all human.

No, sunshine.

Just me.

My comrade here is CCPC through and through,

with a few minor adjustments.

-Get out of my house.

PIKE: Your house?

This isn't your house, Professor Gryffen.

It's ours, always was.

Hence our use of a secret entrance, unknown even by you.

Welcome to the final stand of the Last Precinct.

Well, thank you for he invite.

-Oy, what's all the commotion?

-You.

What are you doing here?

-Do you know this boy, Sergeant Pike?

-Yes, uh, I know him.

His name is Darius Pike.

He's my son.

PIKE: We hereby commandeer this police station

in the name of the Last Precinct.

Our demands are as follows.

One, the immediate deactivation of all CCPC units.

Two, the CCPC clone implant be shut down within 48 hours.

Three--

-Shut it off.

-But surveillance protocol stipulates--

-It's on a loop, you fool.

The only thing I'm getting from watching it is deja vu.

And the only thing I'm getting from watching it is deja vu.

There, the only humorous thing I'll say in my life,

wasted on you. -What's going on, Thorne?

-Ah, speaking of humorless.

-A bunch of radicals holding acquaintances of mine hostage

isn't a laughing matter.

I'm just glad Jorjie's [inaudible] today.

Oh no.

THORNE: Oh yes.

CCPC: Force field detected.

-Override the mansion security system.

THORNE: We've tried.

They've change the codes.

They're using our own security systems against us.

-Then cut the mansion's power. THORNE: Tried.

Can't.

Which part of usurped total control don't you understand.

JUNE: Jorjie.

Full briefing.

And get me their leader on vid link, now.

-Wait. Get off.

K9's still offline.

-This is department inspector June Turner.

-Who am I talking to?

-Sergeant Harry Pike, formerly of the Metro Police.

-As in dishonorably discharged, as in two years ago

charged with trespassing, resisting arrest?

-We were standing up for our rights.

Your negotiation skills need a little bit

of work, dear Inspector.

-I'll cut to the chase.

-You have children in that house.

I urge you to let them go.

Deal with me.

-Oh yeah?

And, um, if I was to, say, let one

go, which one would you choose?

-The girl.

I'm told her name is Jorjie.

PIKE: As in Jorjie Turner?

As in your daughter?

[chuckling] Don't look so shocked, inspector.

I've been in the game for decades.

I read all the files. JUNE: If you've hurt her--

-Mom, I'm all right. -Jorjie?

Pike, I swear, if you touch her--

-Come off it. What do you take me for?

-Well, since you're asking, a dangerous and disturbed fanatic

who uses guerrilla warfare to achieve his

aims, and doesn't care who he harms in the process.

PIKE: Oh, let's not get too high and mighty about the harm.

It was you, Inspector Turner, that backed the replacement

of human law enforcers with cyborgs.

-It was agreed by everybody in the department.

-That doesn't make your blame any the less.

You approved the worst decision ever taken by the government.

-I'm terminating this debate now.

-Guerrillas, fanatics.

-You should be flattered.

You're home invaders at best.

-You can't invade your own home.

-This is my home.

PIKE: Before the department annexed it,

this was the last operational police station in London,

the very one that we were dragged out

of by the CCPC for refusing to surrender our jobs to cyborgs.

DARIUS: It's a pity you weren't as fond of the house you walked

out of in the middle of the night two years ago.

-Disconnected.

Intruder alert.

Course of action neutralized-- well,

once my weapons and my navigation programs

are back online.

-Not like you to get knocked about by a terrestrial weapon.

-Assumption correct, young master.

My living metal antibodies are currently

able to deal with 99% of terrestrial weaponry.

The weapon used on me is not completely

of the earth, or this time.

-Oh, get with the program.

The department has been installing

extraterrestrial material in their latest CCPCs

for the past six months.

And we have been harvesting it, and putting it to our use.

PROFESSOR GRYFFEN: Inspector Turner specifically

opposed the use of alien tech in CCPCs.

-Well, she can oppose it until she's blue in the face.

She's not the one who's doing it.

She keeps pretty bad company, your mom.

-Alien biomechanical component detected.

Species of origin, unidentified.

-Unidentified because it's been altered by the department--

twisted and mutated to serve their function.

And there's one of these in the heart of every Mark

Two CCPC walking around out there.

-[WHISPERING] Weapons online yet?

-Repair 60% complete.

-Two can play at this game.

Halloran was able to utilize the CCPC's alien biotech, created

weapons for us to use against them.

We've got him to thank for this little number.

He was one of the greatest forensic scientists

in the world, until they tossed him aside like an old shoe.

Now the world will see the CCPC for what that really

are-- unreliable alien machines, ready to malfunction

at any moment.

Tick, tick, tick.

-Warning, unstable cybernetic bioagent reaction detected.

[inaudible] biomechanical virus incubated.

-It is not unstable.

We conducted numerous tests.

This virus is gene spliced to override the department's

control, and replace it with ours.

We're in charge here.

-That may be your plan.

But I can tell you it's not working.

-The dog is barking mad.

Woof.

Somebody should take it outside.

-Initiate biomet transmission protocols.

-Yes, sir.

They will literally be out of the department's control--

unresponsive, and utterly useless, except to us.

-And then they'll have no choice but to reinstate

humans into the police force.

-My advice is to move as far from the infected CCPC as

possible.

My scan shows they're completely unstable.

-I'm coming.

-Yeah, for once I'm with you.

-Stay put, you lot.

-Let them go, except the brainiac.

You'll give us all the leverage we need.

Take him upstairs.

And take this one outside, and release him into the ranks.

Use secret exit gamma.

-Professor!

-Go.

I'll be all right.

-K9, how are your navigation systems coming along?

-Self repairs 80% complete, young master.

-Well, you'd better get your skates

on before they figure out where we are.

We need to help the prof.

-It doesn't matter where we are.

I used to come here with my dad all the time.

He knows this place better than us.

-You used to come here, with him?

-Yeah, but he hasn't been my dad for a long time.

-Here.

-Hold it.

Complete your mission.

What's the matter?

Move it, cyber!

Complete your mission.

-As you command.

Crush all resistance.

Subjugate all humans.

-Have you considered our demands, Inspector?

This is your last chance to get out

of this with your dignity intact-- more than we ever got.

-All I've thought about is the things

I'll do to you if my daughter's harmed.

-Yes or no, Inspector.

-We don't give in to threats.

In fact, we're sending in an elite squad of fresh CCPC

reinforcements, fully pre-shielded against anything

you can throw at them. It's over, Pike.

-Think again, Inspector.

-All units, form up.

-Formation delta.

Formation delta.

Formation delta.

Formation delta.

-You leave me no choice but to reveal to the world

how useless the CCPC is, and to reveal

the alien technology in the heart of every unit.

-Alien? What are you talking about?

PIKE: I can't believe you're not aware of it.

-Unaware of what?

-Don't listen to him.

He's mad.

-I think your friend knows a bit more than what he's letting on,

Inspector.

Why don't you ask him about it, while your department

reaps what it sows?

-Just how soon can we expect this great retaliation

of yours?

-As soon as you give the order, Inspector.

-Now who's bluffing?

-All units advance.

And remember your orders.

The safety of hostages is priority number one.

Repeat, all units advance.

-Crush all resistance. -What?

CCPC: Subjugate all humans.

-Tick, tick, boom.

-Crush all resistance.

-Useless.

The command overrides are not working.

-It wasn't meant to go like this, not yet.

-Not yet?

What did you do to them, Thorne?

What did you put in CCPC?

-Shriver!

Get us out of here!

-I'm trying, sir.

-This conversation isn't finished.

-Look at them, uncontrollable alien infested cyber menaces.

Uncontrollable, except to us, of course.

-[moaning]

-I can't believe mom was behind the police

force becoming rebels.

-There's a lot we don't know about our parents.

-Yeah, well, at least you've got parents.

-Well, one in my case.

DARIUS: Yeah, me too.

But I don't count the guy out there.

-It's better than nothing from where I"m I'm sitting.

-I love mom.

Sometimes I wish I could change her, make her different.

-Yeah, I'd make dad say at home, for a start.

-Subjugate all humans.

Crush all resistance-- [gibberish]

reloading directive.

Crush all resistance.

-From my observation of you charming monkeys,

many parents want to change their children, and vice versa.

And yet everybody stays the same.

-Yeah, that's because they don't listen to us.

-Isn't that what they say about you?

[thuds]

-Subjugate all humans.

Crush all resistance.

-Repair complete.

Weapons system online.

-Nice work, K9.

-You've been eating your robo-wheaties have you?

-You totaled it.

-I synthesized the energy signature

of the customized weapons.

-Let's put it to good use, then.

-Now? -Now!

JORJIE: Professor!

K9: Sargeant Pike, you are no longer in charge of the CCPC.

No one is.

DARIUS: Watch out.

-You, cyber, why aren't you with the others?

Where's Halloran?

-Look out, Pike.

They've gone haywire.

-Stay back.

-What have you done?

-What went wrong?

Why did they go berserk?

-Correction.

Not berserk, quite the opposite.

The unstable virus has mutated randomly to its own advantage.

-So this is your great work, is it?

This is what it's all about, you leaving mom and me?

Looks like the Last Precinct will go down

in history as a joke after all. -Wait.

There might be a solution.

You created an unstable virus from corrupted alien material,

right? -Essentially, yes.

-And the infected CCPCs have developed

some sort of immune system.

So what if--

-What if we injected a pure form of the alien biomech

into the CCPC?

-To immunize them. PROFESSOR GRYFFEN: Exactly.

K9: Great minds think alike.

Mine's more efficient, of course.

-Untie him. We need his help.

Dad!

-All right.

-I suppose immunization would work.

I don't know where we'd get that kind of material.

Every CCPC in the vicinity has been infected.

Unless-- K9, surgical photon beam.

Cut to the core.

--[inaudible] experiments, what about your family.

-Darius, if I don't do this, I'll

soon be losing another family.

K9, go.

-Whatever you're thinking, Gryffen, do it fast.

-They're coming up.

-K9, you're our only hope.

Only another cybernetic organism can generate

the pure energy needed for the immunization.

STARKEY: Prof, quick. DARIUS: Come on, Prof.

Hurry it up. STARKEY: Hurry.

-Crush all resistance.

Subjugate all-- -I'm not going to lie to you.

This won't tickle.

DARIUS: We're out of time.

CCPC: Crush all resistance.

Subjugate all--

-Not on my watch, tin heads.

Subjugate this.

Now, that was good.

[relieved laughter]

THORNE: Look. -K9.

K9: Mission accomplished.

We now return you to your regular programming.

-Jorjie, is she--

-Jorjie is safe, Inspector.

-Thank you're, K9.

-To be 100% effective, anti-virus patch

must be relaid as a coded energy pulse through CCPC com central.

THORNE: No.

Why should we trust a cyber?

-Thorne, right now the only person I'm not trusting is you.

Whatever you've done to the CCPC,

we need to have a long debrief.

Let's go, K9.

K9: I'm with you, Inspector.

-Aren't you going to say something?

After all, he is your father.

-I'm glad I found you again.

Sorry it had to be this way.

-Um, so am I. I'm glad you did.

-I'm proud of you.

And I miss you and your mom.

Better get out of here, face the music, eh?

DARIUS: K9, can you reverse what you've just done to the CCPC?

-You mean, turn them back to out of control?

Why would I want to do that?

I reckon it could be good leverage is all.

I want to make sure dad gets a proper trial,

and a fair sentence.

-I'm sure the department will play

ball when it's put like that.

K9: Affirmative.

-Tell me, traitor, how does it feel to be carried out

of the station by the CCPC again?

-Inspector Thorne, please treat Sergeant [inaudible]

with the respect he deserves.

Or there will be consequences. JUNE: Inspector.

-Parents, huh?

-Can't live with them.

-Can't live without them.

-Useful for pocket money.

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