Original subtitles

- the name's Brogan, lieutenant Brogan.

For 20 years, I was with the n.Y.P.D.

Now-- Well, let's just say,

"I've "transferred to another precinct."

- Ah, she was beautiful.

Violet eyes, gorgeous green hair.

- Yeah-- Sounds like love. - Yeah.

This is more than love-- We're talkin' major lust here.

- Yeah, so?

- So that's when I find out that her species doesn't do duos.

They do trios-- They've got three sexes.

Male, female and "Other."

Where does that leave me?

Two-Two-Three-Two is zaklyon drive.

- Huh? - Nissim's apartment.

- don't you guys never go home?

- Got a job to do Mr. Nissim.

Protect and serve, you know?

- I call it, "protect and persecute."

You tear my place apart in the morning

and then, spy on me at night.

I'm tired of this!

- Why don't you just make it easy on all of us,

and stop sellin' black crystal.

- You've got no proof I move crystal.

This is harassment, plain and simple.

- Well, maybe you oughta file a complaint, Mr. Nissim.

- Well, maybe I should drop by

and have a talk with you guys, up close and personal.

- I love this job.

- they ain't goin' away, boss.

We better cancel the delivery.

- Why-- This set-Up is perfect.

We can move it right under the cop's noses.

- Cops?

Are you involved with the police, oturi?

- Not to worry, doll.

You just concentrate on what you do best: Being beautiful.

[ringing]

- Sublight pizza, hey! - About time.

Meet you in the bay.

[beeping]

I'll be back.

- a vault full of ill-Gotten gains

and he stays home on saturday night and eats pizza?

- Hmmm, scan the bike's serial number.

- Hot delivery, anywhere on altor, guaranteed.

- Get out of here.

[alien screaming]

Torrence?

Piru?

What's happening?

Torrence?

Piru?

Huh, huh, huh, huh, ahhh!

Ahhh!

- Bet he's in there drinking merlot...

- What the hell?

Damn. Nissim.

- Well, he did say he'd drop by.

- Come on-- Let's get out of here!

- Do you have a name, an address or anything?

- I don't know.

I can't remember.

- What's on the menu, Janie?

- Mugging victim. Patrol seven found her wandering around downtown.

And the kicker is, she can't even remember Her own name.

- any I.D.? - No, she was cleaned out.

Except for this. - Grab your gear.

We got a code three in the heights.

- Somebody's whacked oturi nissim.

Brogan and haldane have called for back-up!

- Stay there, dear-- We'll be right back.

- Oh, cream or sugar?

- cream, no sugar...

I think.

- Ugh, dinner's still movin'.

- Let's see if anything else is.

- I got a dead fish here.

- Yeah, baby makes Three.

[rustling]

- Police!

Come out of there!

- Please! Don't hurt me!

- It's all right. It's all right-- We're cops.

Just tell us what happened?

- I didn't see it-- It attacked those men.

I heard it go that way.

- Stay with her. - Brogan!

- Roof clear? - Nobody got past us.

- Nobody came down the main elevator.

- Damn it-- We lost him!

- Our double-Sided special comes with an EXTRA triple Topping--

- I'm not orderin' a pizza.

I'm investigatin' a major felony,

and we think one of your delivery guys is involved.

- Like I say, that bike isn't registered with us.

We've got no such bike, we got no such driver.

But we do have a double-Sided extra special!

With a little something-- - aggh!

I hate pizza!

Put out an a.P.B on that bike, now!

Captain?

Check out the latest report from inter-Planetary.

Could be linked to nissim's murder.

[machine beeping]

- The gemini gang are making a run on the black crystal trade.

- All across the quadrant.

There's dead crystal dealers from here to earth.

They're wiping out the competition on a dozen planets.

- Including altor, it seems.

And this one had this in his hand when he dropped in on us.

- Black crystal, at least two ounces worth.

- Ah, I'd say it was closer to three,

and supposedly, a single gram

will extend a human's life three years.

- Huh, or a creon's 20.

And an entire species extinct in order to get it.

You could buy half of demeter with that rock.

- Then why didn't the killer take it?

- Because he didn't care about crystal.

He was after nissim.

A real pro. - Nah, not that professional.

He left a witness.

- I met Mr. Nissim at the kafka club.

He seemed nice, so I let him take me to his place...

just to talk.

- When the killer attacked,

what exactly did you see, miss amyas?

- Not much.

There was a sound in the corridor.

Mr. Nissim's friends pulled out these big guns.

Told me to get behind the curtains.

I couldn't see anything.

But I could-- I heard them scream, so I--

- It's all right, it's all right. It's all right.

- You're doing fine.

Is there anything else you remember?

Anything you'd like to tell us?

- Just I wish I'd never come to demeter city.

- Well, at least, demeter's not Boring.

- No, it's not Boring.

Tallis three, my home planet, that's Boring.

I wish I were there now.

- Well, for right now, miss amyas,

we'd like you to stay in town...

At least until we finish our investigation.

- You can call me "aleesha" If you want.

- Only if you call me, "Jack."

- Stay here. We'll be back in a couple of minutes.

- How's she read, tooki? - Anxious, scared...

the way anybody would be.

But beyond that, can't tell you much.

- that girl's lucky to be alive.

- Yeah, I think aleesha knows that.

- "Only if you call me, 'Jack?'"

- How's our mystery girl feeling?

- Not very well.

- She still can't remember anything.

And I haven't found a single linguistic match

with the symbols on her disk.

- doesn't look like any language I've ever seen.

What's your guess, beezle?

- Well, there's not a language.

These might be mathematical symbols of some kind.

Perhaps, it's a data disk.

- Hmm, sounds like a job for our walking computron.

Hey, slomo, come to Papa!

Chow down, boy.

[speaking foreign language]

- What in space is he saying?

- That is megalese, the language of our people!

- Your people. - our people.

We remember who we are, love.

We are the queen of megalon seven.

You will kiss our royal hand.

[speaking foreign language]

- Yank his power cells! - Can't do that!

We'll wipe his memory bank to day one.

- Well, press restart!

Press reset!

Press something!

[Speaking foreign language]

- What is going on here?

- Uh, just a minor problem, sir.

- Minor problem, huh?

You know how much these rsa units cost?

Fix it, or I'll suspend the both of ya for a month!

Without pay!

- Do you need me to arrange transportation for you back to the hotel?

- No, thanks. I'll just grab a transit.

- Uh, that's very pretty... the, uh, pendant, I mean.

- My father gave it to me.

It represents the two sides of each of us.

The good and the not so good.

It's a talisman against harm.

- Well, I'm glad I was workin' tonight.

- He's at it again.

- that's what I like best about you, Officer haldane,

you never let personal feelings color your judgment.

- Really?

What else do you like about me?

- It's a short list, haldane,

and it's getting Shorter by the minute.

- It's the last minute of the second half

and we're tied to two to two.

I make it past the backs, the sweeper, the goalkeeper

and I kick the ball right at the net.

- And you win the game? - No, way!

Goalkeeper's a tarn.

He used telekinesis to push the ball away from the net.

- that's cheating! - Tell it to the ref.

He's a tarn, too.

- Liz, where you been? Dinner.

- I was giving zill a bath.

- Well, sit down and eat your dinner.

Without zill, please.

- But she loves to eat with us.

- Yeah, well, I don't love eatin' with her.

Listen to your mother.

[ringing]

Matt?

- Yo, Matt, you in the borough?

- Yo-- How's it scannin', earth man?

- Smooth as space-- Warp me in.

Ready to tweak out? - Sure-- Got the stuff?

- Does an antaryian have wings?

- See ya, prime elders.

Inazy and I are headed for the lower bergs.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

To do what, Matt? - Uh, special project.

The two of us, inazy and I-- We're working on it together.

- You and inazy have been out every night this week.

- It's a big project.

Bye.

- Bye!

WOW!

All right!

- Let's go!

- Don't play with that.

Eat 'em. It's fine. It's just-- It's vegetables.

Okay?

What's wrong?

- What do you know about this inazy kid?

- Well, his parents live downtown at the coruthian commune.

- What's a human family doing in a coruthian commune?

- His parents tend the egg incubators.

- What?

- It's just for the next two years

'til their indentured service is up.

- Indentured service, egg incubators.

You know, I knew demeter

was gonna be different from New York,

but I didn't think it'd be this different.

- I like it here-- It's-It's weird and fun.

- From the mouths of babes.

- there's nothing normal here.

- Well, at least zill's normal.

[chattering]

- Hey?

Did you see the trivid reports on nissim?

- Oh.

- Someone took out him and his whole gang.

Who do you figure it was?

- I know nothing about nothing.

And I don't talk about it, neither.

And I advise you to do the same.

- Hey? Who's there?

Ow!

Ahhh!

Ahhh!

- Cut him some Slack, Officer Brogan.

Why are you always on Matt's case about his friends?

- Not all his friends-- Just this inazy kid.

How long's he been going to Matt's school?

- About a month-- They bus him up from downtown.

His teacher thinks he's fit in very Well, considering.

- Considering what?

- Well, um, well, the downtown kids tend to be more violent.

- That does it.

I don't want Matt hangin' with this inazy character anymore.

- Patrick he's-- - We'll finish this later.

Yeah? - Hey, Brogan.

We just answered a 187 down here in district nine.

You'll be interested in the particulars.

- Go ahead.

- We got a double-Sided special

with an EXTRA triple Topping of lizard

with black crystal on the side,

and a dead dealer on the wall.

- Looks like the same hitter who took out nissim is still at work--

Any leads? - Just one.

Central tracking's got a lock on your mystery pizza bike.

- Where? - District six, headed your way.

- Okay.

This is the police!

Descend to ground level at once.

Descend to ground level.

- Yo, ha-Ha!

I hate it when they do that.

- Whoa!

Come on! Come on!

- Two-Four-Three point one, vc district six in progress. All units respond.

[honking]

- Whoa!

Remind me to give that jerk a ticket!

- Whoa!

Argh!

Whoa, ooh, argh, argh!

Oh!

Ahhh! Ahhh!

- Let's go! Let's go! Let's go!

- And I only had three more payments to go.

I don't know what he looks like.

Xanac is just a voice on a blanked-Out screen.

- Yeah, we've heard of Mr. Xanac.

- If you never saw him, how'd you do your job?

- When he calls, I go to the car parked at the space port.

That's where I pick up my pizzas.

- Which you then deliver all over town

to a bunch of low-Lifes.

- Yeah, and everyone of them a lousy tipper.

- You had no idea you were movin' black crystal?

- Hey, I never look in the boxes.

Figured it wouldn't be too good for my health,

if you know what I mean?

- Mmm-Hmm-- Lemme guess?

You don't know who's knockin' off

all the dealers in town either, right?

- You must be part-Tarn, Officer. You read my mind.

- So how does he read, took?

- He's a creep, but he's telling the truth.

He's strictly an errand boy.

- Let's make sure I got this right.

Your ship was attacked, crew killed.

You were sold into slavery on androm-- After three years--

- four years. - excuse me, four years.

Four years on androm, you escaped.

You hitched a ride on the freighter

and ended up on altor.

- It has been a difficult journey,

but now, it is over.

As soon as you contact our people, we will return home.

- You know, um, your majesty,

megalon seven is very, very far away

and the cost of a Kunkel is rather high.

- Yes?

- I'm not authorized to make that kind of expenditure.

- a way will be found.

- How about a cup of coffee?

- cream, no sugar.

- How's her queenship? - Lost in the ozone.

She needs a major psych work-up.

She's rather sweet, though, in her own royal way.

- Ah, it sounds like a job for social services.

- Yeah, except they're booked solid.

So we're stuck with her, until I track down a bed and a shelter.

- Matt!

What are you doing here? - Can we talk a sec, dad?

- Now? I'm workin' here.

- Yes, now!

- Sure.

- What's the problem, son?

- Mom says you want me to quit being friends with inazy.

- Yep. - Why?

- 'cause you and your friend have been up to somethin' all week

and you won't tell us what it is.

- that's right. And I want it to be okay with you.

- Matt, I don't like this.

I don't like it one damn bit.

I saw you two and the stuff you had.

Now what is it?

- I don't want to tell you what it is.

Not yet.

It's okay, anyway.

I'm asking you to trust me.

- You're askin' a lot. - exactly.

- Okay.

You got it. - Great.

Thanks, dad.

- Liziral?

- Be right with you, lieutenant.

- Brogan?

Listen to this.

Aleesha, tell my partner what you just told me.

- Well, I didn't want to bother you.

- No bother-- Go ahead.

This morning, I remembered at the kafka club,

where I met Mr. Nissim, he had an argument with this awful man.

- and what did Mr. Nissim call this awful man?

- Xanac.

Do you know him? - Oh, yeah.

He's probably the biggest black crystal smuggler on the planet.

- Then why haven't you arrested him?

- Nobody knows what he looks like.

- He changes his face, as often as the rest of us change our socks.

- Yeah, and if we can't I.D. Him, we can't arrest him.

- Well, I can help.

I mean I know what xanac looks like,

this week, anyway.

- Would you excuse us?

I know what you're thinkin' and I don't like it.

Look, Brogan, xanac is Public enemy number one.

Aleesha can help us nail him.

- Mmm-Hmm.

You're lettin' your hormones get the best of you, haldane.

- You really want to take her out in the field?

- She's game!

I mean, come on, Brogan-- What choice do we have?

Xanac's either behind the other two murders,

or he's the next target.

- according to this pizza guy,

xanac's current base of operation is in this area.

- Wait a minute-- We got company.

- Anybody look familiar?

- That's him! The one in the green jacket!

He was the one that nissim called "Xanac" at the kafka club.

- that's good enough for me.

- Stay put. - But, Jack!

- Right now, he's officer haldane.

- Looks like xanac's got his very own pizzeria here.

- Ugh, complete with live maggots.

- cover!

- No tracks! No prints!

- I've never seen a cleaner crime scene.

-If you don't count the blood? - Yeah.

Oh, great, podly-- Just what we need.

- Central control unit 12, report vector locations.

- Additional officers required.

- Unit twelve, en route down town--

- This doesn't bother you? - Yeah.

It does bother me. I try not to let it show.

- All units code Blue-- Demeter city westside.

- Hey, c'mon.

- All units code blue.

- We need to talk. - Okay.

- You were the only ones there?

- Yeah, the girl stayed in the car.

She didn't see anything.

- We figured the perp went out the back way.

- So we can't identify the hitter,

or even establish if there was a hitter.

- Establish if there was a hitter?

- Do I need to draw a picture?

We have no arrests, we have no suspects!

And the only fellas present at the crime scene--

- Are always the same pair of street cops.

- Mayor's Office is startin' to ask questions.

And the word on the street is

that two of my guys Have gone rogue.

- Come on, captain-- Are you trying to tell us

you think that we killed those two scumbags?

- Get some results and soon, or what I think won't matter.

- Heavy traffic in-Bound-- Use caution.

- Hi, big news flash from the Matt front.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You got to get home at a decent hour, though.

Apparently, all will be revealed tonight.

- Uh, I'll try, okay?

- All right, slomo, it's showtime.

Come on, boy, say somethin'-- do something, anything.

- Officer beezle, how do you want to handle this?

Payroll deduction, or credit transfer?

- Huh?

- All these interstellar dispatches

logged to your account.

You're the department of pile of cash, pal.

- Sixty-Two thousand credits worth of dispatches

to megalon seven From my number!

You had to feed slomo that cockamamie disk,

and now he's making interstellar calls on my account!

- I hope you're satisfied! - Good morning!

What's happened-- And where am I?

Reverse-- Forward-- Stop.

- Look, if you change your mind about leavin',

I would love to show you some of the nice parts of demeter.

- Can we go see the first settlers fortress?

- And the fabulous cave mountains.

- Hey, haldane!

I got some news on our vanishing hit man!

- It would be more appropriate to say that we have some news.

- And if you haven't noticed, slomo's talkin' again.

- Right-- What about the hitman?

- I put slomo to work on our black crystal killer.

He cross-Referenced every interplanetary file

and murders with similar mos.

Came up with some Surveillance sticks from xania

taken two months ago.

Poor quality, but with some luck

and a lot of computer enhancement,

we'll know what our killer looks like before the end of the shift.

- Good work.

Look, do you mind hangin' around a little bit.

Takin' a look at orrin's pictures?

- Not at all.

- Officer orrin, you have now exceeded

Maximum allotted break time.

- Anyone ever tell you you're no fun, slomo.

- Yeah.

You yourself stated-- - Okay, okay!

We'll work while I eat.

Post the pics files on the wall monitor.

- Transmittin'. - Run 'em in sequence.

One more time.

- Officer castle!

I have three different social service agencies

in Three different districts

yelling at me that you're leaning on them.

Talk to me, Officer.

- Well, there's this bag lady, sir, mugging victim.

I'm trying to find a place for her, where she could be safe.

- Well, don't let it get out of hand.

- Whoa!

Rattlin' a few cages, huh? - Give it a rest, haldane.

- You know, that's what I like best about you, Officer castle.

You never let your personal feelings color your judgment.

- Run 'em in sequence.

One more time.

Hold it.

Go back one.

Make it two.

There!

We haven't played with this one.

Enhance it to maximum available factor.

Punch in a vector grid.

Hmm.

Emphasize line ten between 20.36 and 40.19.

Trace profile.

Stop.

Back-up.

Stop.

Enhance.

Stop!

- You're clever, Officer orrin.

Much more clever than you appear.

- don't even try.

You'll never make it!

- Slomo! - Intruder alert!

Intruder alert! Security breach in relaxation area 6162!

Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Officer down!

Relaxation Area 61-- Officer down!

Officer down!

Relaxation Area 61-- Officer down!

- Lieutenant Brogan, report!

Cleared off a section.

I'm beginnin' to think our perp's flown the coop.

- It's possible but it's also possible

he's still hanging around, so keep looking!

Proceed With extreme caution!

Consider Our perp armed, and extremely dangerous!

- That's news!

What are you doing here? - I heard what happened.

I was worried about you. - Look, it's not safe.

Get back to the main office.

Go on-- I'll be all right.

- How is he? - Deep in coma six.

Slomo's in an even worse state.

- Slomo? - Apparently, he got between orrin and the killer.

Only thing that saved him.

- I back you on the street for seven years,

and you go and get nailed right here in the station house!

- Are you okay? - I'm on emergency stand-By.

Podly thinks I'm part of a conspiracy

to knock off crystal smugglers, orrin's in e.C.,

then my partner's fallen for an alien

who lives god knows how many light years away.

All in all, I'd rather be in philadelphia.

- Ahh.

But you're here for your family.

- Hey, dad! - Yo, Mr. Brogan!

How do we look?

- I think they look great.

- It's a school project, an oral report on ancient greece.

You know, greece, earth?

Remember? - Yeah, yeah.

- Comedy? - And, like, tragedy.

Neat, huh? - Yeah-- Pretty neat.

This is what you guys been up to all this time?

- Every last minute.

We had to make most the stuff ourselves.

- Hardest part was getting the color liquid for these masks.

Took forever to find the right color.

- So, uh, what do you think, Officer Brogan?

- Well, you know, I mean-- - forget it, dad.

Just be there at school on Friday night.

We'll be performing in front of all the kids and their parents.

- I wouldn't miss it for the world.

- Hey, look everybody!

I'm happy!

Now I'm sad!

Happy, sad!

- My father gave it to me.

It represents the two sides of each of us.

The good and the not so good.

- Aleesha.

- Jack?

What are you doing here? - Watching orrin.

What are you doing?

- I just wanted to see how he was doing.

- Not another step! - Jack!

- Brogen thinks that you've been using us to get to xanac,

and to cover your tracks.

- What do you think, Jack?

Do I really look like I could've killed those men?

I wouldn't hurt anyone, especially you.

You know how I feel about you.

You're gonna show me the fabulous cave mountains.

- aleesha!

- You all right?

- What's wrong with you guys?

You never seen a hero cop before?

- Hey, you feeling okay? - No.

I just couldn't stand lookin' at those nurses in e.C. Anymore.

- Mum, you're supposed to be at the shelter.

- We pulled a lot of strings to get you in there.

- No, I must stay in this place!

- But you can't!

we haven't anywhere for you to sleep, no food.

- that won't be necessary--

Our retainers will arrive soon, to fetch their queen!

- Mum, what if you're not a queen,

and there are no retainers?

What if you're just a very sweet lady

who's a little confused?

- Sergeant fredo, what system does that ship Hail from?

- I have no idea, captain.

I've never seen anything like it.

- your majesty, to have you return to us.

After all these years-- We had almost given up hope.

- Relax, old friend.

Our long nightmare is over.

And now to business.

You will be reimbursed for communicates

with your robot dispatch to our own world.

And you must accept a token of our appreciation.

Take this, my dear, as a token of my affection.

It will bring you good fortune.

And please, never forget

that the universe is a vast and amazing place,

full of limitless possibilities.

- This shift isn't over yet, people!

Get back to work!