- 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."
- That's drako.
He's our, um, chief executive Officer.
And I'm head of security and personnel.
My wife says you're looking for work, right?
- That's right, Mr. Tamsin, sir.
- "Tamsin" will do, Ross, my boy.
- Yes, sir.
I'm a hard worker.
- It takes more than that to make it in our business.
You've gotta have nerve.
Not everyone gets a chance like this.
And you wouldn't, if you weren't my wife's cousin.
- Actually, sir, I-I'm her nephew.
What exactly do you make here? - Whatever's in demand.
Currently, 50 credit notes.
Here, buy yourself something nice.
Don't worry.
They're totally indistinguishable
from government issue.
- You mean they're counterfeit?
- Counterfeit?
It's such a judgmental word.
I prefer replicates.
Ross, great rewards don't come without great risks.
You're not afraid of taking chances, are ya?
- Well, no, sir,
but-But this is illegal.
- What's the matter with you?
I thought you were looking for a way
to make some real money.
- Well, I am, but I guess I'm not cut out
for this kind of work.
- This is a genuine opportunity
I'm offering you here.
- Thanks, but I'm sorry.
- Well, suit yourself.
- Police-- You're under arrest!
Nobody move!
Drop it!
- I didn't do-I didn't do anything.
- Relax, kid-- Relax-- We know.
We heard everything-- We need to get a statement from you,
and then you're free to go, okay?
- Sure. - All right, let's go.
Come on-- Move it out! - Come on.
Come on! - Let's go!
Let's go-- Come on-- Come on-- Come on-- Come on!
Hurry it up, people-- Move it!
- What the-- oh!
Hey-- Hold on-- Hold on-- Hold on!
- What is it? - Oh!
Oh!
- That felt like an earthquake!
- Brilliant, haldane.
I'm surprised you haven't made detective already.
- Huh-- I do know how to make the earth move.
- You wish. - Okay, party's over!
- Ugh! - Cover!
- What the hell is that? - I don't know.
We weren't introduced.
- cover me, Brogan!
- What is it shooting?
- Some kind of charged particle beam.
- That small-- It can't be.
- Tell him that.
- Move-- I'll cover you.
- Ugh. - Took!
Took!
- We're not gonna stop him with these.
- Well, maybe if we concentrate our fire
and hit him from all angles at once.
Everybody, on my signal, fire!
Now!
Flank him!
- Where is he goin'?
- Get down, kid!
Get down!
- Ugh!
Ah!
- Hang in there, kid-- Hang in there.
- Four officers down-- We need emergency medical assistance.
- Her spine was shattered in two places--
An injury that would paralyze a human.
Fortunately, she's a tarn,
and her spinal chord will regenerate.
In a week, she'll be as good as new.
- that is, if you can hold still
and give yourself a chance to heal.
- Well, it's times like this...
...When telekinesis really comes in handy.
- Well, look on the bright side, tooky.
You got a week's worth of "R" And "R,"
While your partner does all the work.
- Yeah, for a change.
- Oh, I see-- All of a sudden, you're an expert on work.
- Well, I know how to get out of it.
- Only you would take pride in that.
- It's good to see you two getting along so well.
- Yes, right-- You just get well,
before the captain gets any bright ideas
of partnering me off with him.
- Hmm, castle and, Well, haldane and castle---
it's got a nice ring to it.
- Relax.
I'll be back on the streets, before you know it.
Tarns are built tough, you know?
- As for your suspect--
- He's not a suspect, doctor.
He's just somebody who happened to be
in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- that's an understatement.
He's in critical condition.
We've got him on full life support.
- is he gonna pull through? - Hard to say.
He's stable, for now,
But, frankly, I'm not optimistic.
- Well, I'm responsible for him being here.
- It was nobody's fault, Brogan.
- I should've called for more backup.
- You had four units.
- I should've called for six or eight.
I don't know-- I should've been prepared.
- to what-- invade a small country-- Nonsense.
There was nothing wrong with your plan or its execution.
In fact, you all performed admirably.
- Look, captain, please, don't patronize me.
I screwed up!
- I'll tell you what you screwed up.
Nobody expected drako to have some kind of killer cyborg
waiting to spring him loose.
Fine.
Now, listen, my concern is not to find fault.
My concern is to determine your next move.
- We look for draco.
We find him-- We find the cyborg.
- that's if the cyborg was under draco's control.
- You don't think it was? - I'm not sure.
Sophisticated weaponry is not the way draco normally operates.
- So, maybe he changed his m.O.
I mean, if this thing wasn't draco's, whose was it?
And why did it screw up our bust?
- I don't know.
- Right-- It's time to find some answers.
Have forensics run an analysis of this hunk of armor
you managed to blast loose.
Maybe we'll get some leads from that.
So, what's your game plan?
- I figure, we hit the streets.
Somebody's gotta know somethin' about that thing.
- Yeah, that's right.
Assassins don't just materialize out of thin air, huh?
- I'm disappointed in you, zipload.
- No reason, Brogan.
I-I'm being straight wit' ya.
I don't know nothin' about draco
or-Or the cyborg killer.
- I never lie to you, Brogan.
- Of course not, Sara.
But every now and then, you keep things from me.
- Not this time-- I swear.
I'm keeping nothing from you.
- You know, maybe a week in the joint would help
to awaken your memory.
- Oh, no-- Please.
You know I can't take that-- I-I'm as good as dead there.
I wouldn't make it.
- Then tell us what we wanna know.
- I would, if I knew anything.
But I swear, I haven't heard a damn thing.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Have you eaten?
- Oh, I had a cup of coffee.
- Now, there's a nutritious dinner.
- Yeah.
- How's tooky?
- Uh, she's doing fine.
- You tired? - Yeah.
Been pounding the streets all day-- Not a single lead.
Mmm.
- Okay, take off your jacket and show me.
- Show you what?
- Whatever it is you're keeping from me.
- Ah.
- Oh-- I'll change the bandage.
- It's nothin'.
- It's a blast wound, isn't it?
- Uh, not exactly.
- don't get technical on me.
- Ah!
- You, uh, didn't get that playing golf.
- I don't know.
You haven't seen haldane's back swing lately.
- Is that a real wound, dad? - Yeah.
I'm afraid it is. - You nail the perp?
- No, not yet-- I will.
- Cool.
- I don't think so, zil.
She wants to know if you're gonna die.
- Uh, no, sweetie, not from this little scratch.
- Honey, your father's fine.
Tell zil not to worry about a thing.
- She understands english, mom.
- of course, she does-- Look, it's late.
It's time to go to bed-- Kiss your dad good night.
- hmm.
- Good night, dad.
- Good night, sweetie.
- Code red.
Officer needs assistance.
Ah!
- Took's dead.
I keep saying it to myself over and over and over, again,
'cause part of me just won't accept it.
I can't believe it.
- Yeah, I, uh, I keep thinking
that she'll walk in any minute and Apologize
for missing roll call.
Look, Jane.
I-I don't know how to say this
without-Without it sounding like a line,
But if there's anything I can do to help,
I mean, an ear or a shoulder, anything,
just let me know.
- I will.
- I know I'm not exactly your first choice.
But, well, the offer's there,
for what it's worth.
- Thanks.
- The night duty nurse caught a glimpse of the assailant
leaving the icu.
Matches the description of the creature that attacked you
at draco's warehouse.
- I don't get it.
Why would that thing wanna kill took?
Some kind of vendetta against cops?
- Uh, maybe.
If draco's pulling the cyborg's strings,
could be that draco is holding a grudge against us
for busting the operation, huh?
- Captain, forensics have run every test they've got
on this hunk of armor. - Well?
- Well, sir, all the tests were inconclusive.
- What do you mean, "inconclusive?"
- It's some sort of bizarre alloy that defies description.
They can't tell what it's made of.
- don't they have any idea?
- Well, they're talking of sending it
to the hawking laboratories on earth,
but that ain't cheap. - I'll worry about that.
Get it to them!
- Brogan, your friend zipload's on comm six.
- I'll take it in the captain's Office.
- why don't you use my office, Brogan?
- Zipload, what do you got-- Did you find the cyborg?
- Uh, no-- but I, uh, I might know where draco's holed up.
- I don't have time for guessing games-- Come on.
- Oh, hey-- Hey, Brogan!
I'm going out on a limb here.
A guy's gotta live!
- Yeah, well, that's gonna be kinda hard to do
when word gets out you're a police informant.
- Oh.
Oh, that's cold, Brogan.
All right.
Draco's got the penthouse suite
at the torana hotel.
- there's his penthouse.
- Well, it looks like draco's not home.
Oh, damn. - What?
You got a hot date?
- No, I just wanted to check on Jane.
See if she's all right.
- that's gonna have to wait, partner.
Draco just got home.
Oh!
- Oh, look.
There's a cyborg in that Hopper.
All units-- All units-- Cyborg spotted.
Grid reference b-Seven-Five, zone eight.
He's headed north out of the torana hotel.
All available units converge.
Let's nail this cop killer.
- Hang on.
- What the hell?
- Uh... control surfacers gone.
We're losing it-- Eject, haldane.
Eject!
- Malfunction-- My ejector won't work.
- I'll try and set 'er down.
- What are you, nuts, without the surfacers?
Eject!
Punch out, Brogan!
- Not without you!
- End of discussion!
Happy landings, partner.
- damn it, haldane!
- Is that coffee fresh?
- No more than usual.
- I think I'll have some, anyway.
I need the wake-up call.
- Tired?
- It's not sleepy.
It's more like, uh--
- Numb.
- that's it.
Nothing makes sense anymore.
Took and haldane, both good cops,
good people, gone.
- I know.
You keep Asking yourself why.
And you know damn well there's no reason.
- haldane and I, we used to give each other such a rough time.
You know something?
I always thought we'd end up together.
- hmm. - You're not surprised?
- No.
I always thought you would, too.
What do you got, sergeant?
- Maybe a lead on tamsin, draco's second in command.
Someone called in an anonymous tip,
an address where tamsin's hiding out.
I'd put orrin and romek on it.
They're still checking out draco's known enemies.
- I'll take it.
- We'll take it.
- Okay, so both of you take it.
- You know, Jane, if you wanna take a few days,
give yourself some time.
- I don't see you taking any time.
- I will later.
Right now, I've gotta keep focused
on Tracking down haldane's killer.
- It's dangerous to make this hunt personal.
- I'm not.
- Good.
Then there's no reason for you to work alone on this.
Do you think tamsin knows something about the cyborg?
- More than that.
I think tamsin may be the one giving it orders.
- So, we're saying that the cyborg didn't show up
at the bust to save draco but to kill him?
- Brogan?
It's me, tamsin-- We need to talk.
- Show yourself.
And put your hands where I can see them!
It's all right-- don't shoot!
I'm surrendering.
- So, you made the anonymous call yourself?
- What's the matter, tamsin-- Your killer turn on ya?
- My killer-- No.
I don't know anything about that thing.
It doesn't work for me. - Right.
- I don't know what it does or who it is.
All I know, is it killed draco.
I demand protection!
- You can demand squat.
If the cyborg's after ya, that's your problem.
You hired it. - that's not True.
I'm telling ya-- I don't know anything about it!
- I'm telling you-- You're gonna pay for my partner's death.
And you wanna know something?
I'd just as soon let the cyborg do the job.
- You wouldn't do that-- you can't do that!
You-You're a good cop-- You play by the rules!
- Not anymore.
- ah!
If-If you leave me here, I'm a dead man.
- don't beg for your life.
It don't mean a damn thing to me.
The only thing you've got to bargain with is the truth.
Now, tell me about the cyborg!
- I don't know anything about it.
- Who is he-- Where can we find him?
- I swear-- I don't know!
Ah! - Brogan!
- Stay out of this! - Now, where is he?
- Brogan, stop it. - Answer me.
- Brogan, put that away.
- Not till this punk talks to us.
- He is talking-- You're just not listening.
- all I'm hearing is lies-- I want the truth.
- So do I, but this isn't the way, and you know it.
We have to do this right, by the book.
Come on-- Let's take him in.
- What happened to you, tamsin-- You're a mess.
- Sideswiped by a sky cab.
- Accidents happen.
- Look, you just wanna book me and be quick about it?
And I'm kind of in a hurry to be locked away
inside a nice, safe cell, okay?
- We aim to please.
- Brogan, take a look at this.
- Terrific-- What the hell is it?
- The analysis of that piece of metal from the cyborg.
We just got it from the hawking laboratories.
- they say they'd never seen anything like it.
It's platinum and iridium, mostly,
plus rhodium, beryllium, thallium, and carbon.
- Great-- So?
- So, they say they don't know how an alloy of those elements,
in this proportions, could ever have been made.
- Well, someone did it.
- Yeah, But the top metallurgists on earth
swear they couldn't even begin to duplicate this stuff.
They wouldn't know where to start.
- Brogan, dr. Grant just called from the hospital.
She wants to speak to you in person.
- I can't explain it, lieutenant,
but his condition is improving.
He's still comatose, but his heart rate stabilized,
and his tissue degeneration has stopped.
And you don't know the cause?
We think we know the cause,
but we still can't figure it out.
Uh, we found an unusual substance
in Ross' bloodstream.
From the absorption rate, we estimate it was given to him
about 39 hours ago.
- that's when the cyborg broke in here and killed took.
- And the substance is actually helping Ross recover?
- The drug is limiting the amount of damage.
Still, even if he regains consciousness,
he'll most likely be paralyzed for life.
- Have you analyzed the drug?
- Thoroughly, but, well, uh--
- It's a compound you've never seen before.
Too complex for you to synthesize?
- Well, that's right.
Even given the formula, we couldn't make that drug.
The technology doesn't exist yet.
- I don't get it.
Why would that monster give Ross a drug
that would help him?
- So, we've got a cyborg with weapons No one can identify.
- Armored with a metal no one can make.
- And giving Ross a drug that no one can synthesize
because the technology doesn't exist yet.
What if he's from the future?
- a time traveler?
- It would explain a lot of things, don't you think?
- I think you've got a hell of an imagination.
Frankly, I don't care where it came from.
We know it's a cop killer.
The only other thing I wanna know about it
is how to take it down.
- Where is tamsin?
- Oh!
- Ah!
- What's going on here?
Ah!
- All units proceed to precinct eight-eight.
Code Three.
We're under attack!
Ah!
- Intruder alert-- Intruder alert.
Security breach-- Intruder alert.
Security breach.
- Ah!
- Oh, my god.
- the cyborg.
- It's heading for the cells.
Lookin' for tamsin.
I'm all right.
Go-- go!
- No, sir-- It's all clear around here.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, we checked everywhere.
Hey!
- Don't kill me!
Ah!
Don't kill me-- Ah!
- Stay back, Brogan!
- Oh-- I'll be back for you, Brogan.
You created me, and you're gonna die for it.
- I don't wanna go, dad.
- It's not up for debate.
- But I wanna stay here with you.
- No-- Now, listen to me.
Listen to me.
I need you to be with your mother and sister, all right?
- Right.
- Thank you.
- Mom, I'm scared, and so is zil.
- Sweetie, don't be afraid.
We're going to a safe place. - Why do we have to go?
- Because it isn't okay to be here now.
- Then how come daddy's staying?
- Because he has to-- It's his job.
- I'll be with you soon, sweetie-- don't worry about it.
- No, we're not taking the bat.
Come on-- Here, take my briefcase-- Please?
It's heavy-- It's heavy. Please-- Let's go.
- Come here.
Don't call or try to contact me.
Don't discuss with anyone where you're going.
- I know the drill.
We'll be fine.
- It's gonna be all right. - No.
No, it won't be all right.
Because even if you make it through this,
you've crossed a line.
We can't go back to the way things were before.
- Sure, we can.
- I can't.
I'm sorry.
Okay, everybody-- Let's go-- Let's go.
- Come on.
Come on.
- ugh! - Ah!
Ah!
Ah.
- Too bad your trap won't work without power, Brogan.
- that wasn't the trap.
Ah!
Ah-- Ugh.
Ah!
Now, let's see who you are.
Ah!
Ross? - That's right, Brogan.
The boy you crippled, now a man.
- Jane was right-- You are a time traveler.
- From 30 years in the future.
I did come out of the coma,
when cybernetic techniques were developed
that gave me this artificial body.
- They give you your murder weapons, too?
- I added those-- and when I found a scientist
who had invented a means of time travel,
I stole his prototype and came back here
to prevent the catastrophe that made me a cripple.
- Yeah, well, you failed, pal-- You didn't change history!
- I did, but not enough.
In the original timeline,
one of draco's men fired the shot
that knocked me into the acid bath.
- The third technician, the first man you killed.
- Yes.
I stopped him from injuring me,
but it made no difference.
This time, it was your shot that put me in the acid.
You crippled me!
I swore revenge on all of you.
- You've had about all the revenge you're gonna get.
Now, it's my turn.
- I'm dying anyway.
Go ahead and finish me.
- No problem.
But that wouldn't bring anybody back.
This time travel device, where is it?
- Why?
- Because this timeline has to be set right.
- I haven't got enough strength
to make another time trip. - there's another way.
Let me go back. - You can't undo the past.
I've already tried.
- What have we got to lose?
- Nothing.
The device is built into this belt.
The calibration's locked into the exact time coordinates.
When the indicator comes on, just press that.
- When I get there,
I'm gonna have to stop you from interfering.
- use one of these power packs.
They contain enough of a charge to disable me.
Brogan?
Good luck.
- I didn't do-- I didn't do anything.
- Relax, kid-- Relax-- We know.
We heard everything-- We need to get a statement from you,
and then you're free to go, okay?
- Sure. - All right, let's go.
Come on-- Move it out!
- Ross!
You, in the back, drop it!
- You heard the man-- Drop it!
- Good eyes, Brogan.
- I didn't say anything.
- Well, it sure sounded like you.
- Yeah, well, it wasn't.
Um, must've come from outside.
I'll go check it out.
- You've ruined my mission.
- No, the future has been changed.
We're ceasing to exist.
We've accomplished your mission.
- What was it?
- I'm not sure.
For a minute, I thought I saw myself.
- You're drinking too much coffee.
You're starting to hallucinate.
- Maybe you're right.
Everything okay in there?
- Yeah, a clean bust, smooth as space.
You know, it's nice when everything goes as planned, huh?
- Yeah.
It sure is.
- Nice and easy, everybody.
Let's go.
- um, I, uh, need you to come up to the station with me
and give a statement.
It shouldn't take too long. - Oh, that's no problem.
I'm not in a hurry-- Thanks a lot.
I'm very grateful to you.
- No, you did the hard part.
You turned down tamsin's offer.
- Well, I said the words, but to be honest,
I'm not quite sure what I was really gonna do.
I can't say I wasn't tempted.
- Well, if there were a law against that,
we'd all be in trouble.
- Yeah.
- Excuse me.
- Lieutenant, sergeant fredo informs me
that you just busted draco's operation
with only four units.
- Yes, sir.
- What were you thinking of, Brogan?
- Captain?
- for a bust like that, you need a minimum of six
or even eight units.
- Uh, captain, I know what I'm doing here.
- Yeah, I suppose so.
Well done, Brogan.
- Thank you, sir.
- ...so it couldn't have been a earthquake,
is what I'm saying.
- All I know, is if the ground moves, it's an earthquake.
- Technically speaking, that wasn't an earthquake.
- Okay, orrin.
It was an altorquake.
- Yeah.
- So, what-- You guys are telling me none of you
were even the least bit scared?
- I didn't say that.
I said only an idiot wouldn't be scared.
So, how about you, haldane?
- What about me?
- Were you scared or not? - Is that a trick question?
- Hey, Brogan, what's with the smile?
- I don't know.
For some reason, I was thinking that, um,
we never really appreciate what we have until it's gone.
- Hey, now that's profound.
- If you ever quit the force,
you should consider teaching philosophy.
- Yeah, you could start writing greeting cards.
I'm sure you got a big future in that.
- No, thanks.
I'll just stick with the future I've got.