- 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."
- Vanderbilt basin estates, where the elite recreate.
Imagine relaxing in the climate-Controlled comfort
of your own private penthouse.
Don't delay.
Call today for an rsa guided tour
of this state of the art residential facility.
You won't be sorry.
Is your rsa unit on the blink?
Then call ro-Ro's robot repairs.
We specialize in program interface,
special supplemented units, expert retro-Fitting,
even personality implants.
- that's the latest ad, dirigible.
- Manned? - No.
It's automated, fully loaded.
It's got enough fuel on it for a three-Month trip.
- great, and only 100 feet above the main flyaway.
- You know, this reminds me of that belly dancer
on allolab seven.
- Do you relate everything to the opposite sex, haldane?
- Yeah-- doesn't everybody?
Showtime.
This is the police.
Please descend to ground level.
- So much for being polite.
- Two-Eight-O point One V-C in progress, zone nine.
All units respond.
Scanning vehicle I.D.
Well, surprise, surprise.
It's wiped. - huh.
- Howdy, ladies.
- Rumor has it you need a little help, haldane.
- Didn't your mother ever tell you
not to listen to rumors, castle?
- Among other things.
- Stay on it's left, Jane.
- What the hell is that?
- I don't know.
But whatever it is, it's headed straight for Ivory towers.
- We'll take it, Jane. - We copy, Brogan.
We'll stay on the limo.
- We gotta knock it off course.
- Why did I know you were gonna say that?
Now!
- Uh, table for two?
- This just gets better and better.
- We hit a cloud bank on zone eight and lost visual.
- And the limo disappeared from the scanner
a few ticks later.
- Oh, it just vanished into thin air?
- Well, that isn't what took said, is it, haldane?
- It was implied. - Slomo!
What do you got?
- Uh, lieutenant, your assumption was correct.
The capsule was a class "a" sun chariot.
Its telemetry was configured to deliver
the corpse directly into the suns.
- Someone didn't want us to find that body.
Bye-Bye, corpus delicti.
- Oh, I just love it when you talk dirty, castle.
- Uh, I believe you are confused, Officer haldane.
The correct meaning of corpus delicti
is a latin term used by-- - forget it.
Forget it-- it isn't important, slomo.
- You got anything on our John Doe?
- Uh, negative, lieutenant.
No I.D., no matches from missing persons.
As you say on earth, "zippola."
- Here's the coroner's report on your j.D., Brogan.
- Oh, thanks, fredo.
- Slomo, take a look.
- S.B.A., lieutenant, tarn male, 33, six superficial scars.
Several of the deceased's vital organs were missing--
- Heart, liver, all three kidneys.
- Sounds like a brooklyn deli.
- Mmm, nice.
It's funny.
- You know what I've got here?
The estimated rebuilding cost of Mona's galactic cafe,
after you two dropped into dinner.
- Oh, come on, captain.
If it weren't for us, half the tenants of Ivory Towers
would be pushing up diluvium daisies.
- I couldn't agree with you more, haldane.
Now-Now to work.
You two remember, uh, an interplanetary
we got a couple of months ago from planet Danae
about organ leggers working their warf area?
- Yeah, didn't a number of very important surgeons
get caught with their knives in the cookie jar?
- Yeah, But the killers got away.
- right.
But after reading the coroner's report on your space cadet,
I'd say they've found a new home.
From tomorrow, I want you two on this full-Time.
- Aw, come on, captain.
We're workin' three homicides.
- I know what your caseload is, haldane, and it can wait,
unless you prefer to argue the point?
- You're the captain, captain.
- Good night, gentlemen.
Go home.
- can you remember the last time we had a moment to ourselves?
I mean, you know, like this?
- Asleep or awake?
- You know, I'm curious.
How did you manage to get away early?
- We lost our cruiser.
The onboards went down.
- You lie like an altorian politician.
- Okay, but we did lose our cruiser.
- Mmm-Hmm.
So, what's the Bump, Brogan?
- We got a back-Breaker, startin' tomorrow.
- Mmm.
Well, at least for now, I like it.
- Yeah.
Well, you'll get no argument out of me.
- Daddy, you're home!
- Uh, sweetie, it's past your bedtime.
- But I wanted to tell dad I got 100 on my math exam!
- Oh, honey, that's terrific.
Now, get back to bed. - What about our deal?
- What deal?
- Oh, if she gets 100 on her test,
you give her whatever she wants.
- Yeah, within reason. - Six days in New hawaii.
- You been taking lessons from your mother?
- Of course. - It was worth a shot.
How about a jar of peanut butter?
- Okay, you got it.
But you gotta go to bed, right this minute.
- You should've stuck with new hawaii.
At least you know where to find it.
- What do you mean?
- Well, peanut butter is about the hardest thing
to get in demeter city. - I'm a cop.
I'll find it. - Ah, okay.
- Hi, dad. - Oh.
- Why are you home so early?
- Oh.
- don't miss Dr. Jorry's special offer.
Donate your organs and secure your place in the suns,
aboard a deluxe sun chariot.
- Well, one more, then lunch.
- What, are you kiddin'?
we got nine more clinics to check out.
- Good day.
Welcome to dr. Paul jorry's transplant clinic.
If you are interested in signing on as a donor,
please speak to our receptionist,
who will give you details of our special incentive plan.
- Excuse me.
Can you tell us where we'd find dr. Jorry?
- Uh, yes.
You called earlier.
Dr. Jorry is just prepping a patient.
- No, we had an appointment. - don't worry.
Once he starts the operation, you can go in and talk to him.
- in the meantime, gentlemen,
can I ask if you're both registered as donors?
If you sign up now, we're offering you and your loved ones
your own special resting place in the suns.
- hmm.
- Yo, speedy!
Where's my cash? - Forget it!
- Are you serious?
- Ah!
Ow!
- Oh, my goodness!
He came from nowhere! - Ow!
Don't touch me!
- But-But it was an accident!
- Oh, I think my leg's broke! - B-But I didn't even see you.
- You want I should call a cop or a lawyer of something?
- Excuse me, sir. - Huh?
- I have seen this punk try this one before.
Hey, you, move on.
Can the phony tears.
Go!
Beat it-- - Who the hell are you?
The lone ranger or somethin'?
- Ah!
- It's just like a human to go and try something like that.
- You're absolutely right.
A, uh, a word to the wise.
This place is infested with humans.
Watch yourself.
- I would like to give you a little something
to thank you for your troubles.
- I-I-I'd be insulted, sir.
This is my neighborhood.
I'm just trying to keep it safe.
- Oh, Well, uh, thanks, again, friend.
- my pleasure.
- Thanks, again!
- The, uh, "lone ranger?" - It worked, didn't it?
- This time, speedy.
Next time, stick to the script.
- Okay. - We got a match.
- Tissue and blood? - Absolutely perfect.
- I'm sure you'll find them all in order.
The paper Trail for each body part
is pretty mind-Boggling.
It seems that I spend most of my time
these days filling out forms.
There, that does it.
Wrap him up, Dora, and take him to post-Op.
- Yes, doctor.
- Uh, doctor, how can you tell for sure
that all the organs you receive
are from legitimate donors?
- I can't.
I have to rely on paperwork just like everyone else.
But I haven't had a donor call and complain yet.
Ah, mrs. Vork.
Now, here's a typical example.
The cliban liver needed for mrs. Vork's operation
is coming all the way from asteroid a-16--
a Miner who died in a cave-In--
But since he registered as a donor,
his life, or rather death, won't be a complete loss.
It is unfortunate that in, uh, in my field,
one life has to be lost before another can be gained.
- Well, that's one way to look at it, doc.
- that's the way it is.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to attend to mrs. Vork.
- Well, thanks for your time, doc.
- Not at all.
- So, how about some lunch?
- I think I just lost my appetite.
- So, what do you think, Pike?
Does our friend live in a large apartment
or a small one? - hmm.
This looks like the one.
- Hey!
This place is taken! - Yeah?
Well, not for long.
Oh.
Oh, no!
No!
- Wirt?
Hey!
What's going on?
- Ears, eyes, toenails?
What possible use could they have for my toenails?
- Where you been, man?
Toenail transplants are the latest craze,
and yours are kinda cute.
- Hey, guys, we have a 207 in progress,
Paradise street, code Three.
It's right by you.
Suspects left the scene in a black limo.
- We're on it, fredo. - Hey, look familiar?
- Yeah, that, or we've got identical twins
flying around town with their numbers wiped.
- Oh, man.
If it drops another one of those things--
This is the police.
Reduce your speed and descend to ground level.
- Yeah, right. - We got him this time.
Brogan!
- Will you quit yelling in my ear?
- Where are you goin', Pike, huh?
- Brogan, I don't think this is such a hot idea.
Tracking.
- You still got him? - Yeah, I got him.
Do it!
Now!
- Spectrum program interface. - damn!
I lost him.
It's like they just vanished into thin air.
For all rsa units.
- It was dark.
They pulled a gun on me.
All I know, is it was a couple of creons.
- Wirt owe anybody money?
- Hey, wirt didn't owe nobody, and nobody had it in for him.
He was as clean as soap. - Yeah.
So, this must be his evil twin, then, huh?
Let's see-- Pick-Pocketing, bunko,
grand larceny, Petty theft, Hopper theft.
- Oh, man.
I can see where This is goin'.
you ain't gonna do zip to find out who grabbed him.
Jeez.
Look, for what it's worth, wirt's a good guy.
He's always been there for me when things have gotten tough,
which is more than I can say for most humans.
But that don't matter to you, does it?
- Don't bet on it, kid. - So, you'll find him?
- We're gonna try. - Yeah.
Are we finished here? - Yeah.
I'll get you a ride back. - What are you trying to do?
Ruin my rep?
I can't be seen with people like you.
Hey, bolts for brains!
- I am an rsa unit.
- When's the next shuttle back to dc?
- Twenty-Five fifteen, sir. - I'm outta here.
- Sweet kid.
- So, haldane, I understand the limo
pulled a vanishing act on Eagle eye himself.
- Okay, so maybe I was wrong.
- Okay, maybe I'll just take that as an apology.
- Dr. Jorry, what can I do for ya?
- Well, I was hoping you might be able
to put my mind at ease, Rick.
I had a visit from the police.
They're asking questions.
They were anxious to know
how and where I received my organ transplants.
- and what did you tell 'em?
- I, uh, showed them the paperwork.
- I see.
And you're worried that during the course
of the police investigation, they'll discover
some of our donor statements are, uh, unorthodox.
- in a nutshell, yes. - the paperwork is fine, doc.
But there will always be an element of risk.
After all, if we didn't rob a few graves,
Hey, those organs would be gone forever,
along with the lives of many of your patients.
- Yes, but I can't afford any damage to my reputation.
- believe me.
It's not in our interest, either.
So, don't worry about it.
Now, about that liver for your cliban patient, good news.
It'll be at the space port within the hour.
- Thanks.
At least, that's some good news.
- talk to you soon.
- tune in to channel two-Three-Nine, tonight at 13.
- Okay.
So far, we've got a dead tarn.
- Minus a few essentials.
- a cliban pick-Pocket snatched by a couple of creons,
who most likely did the tarn, flat feet from hittin'
every clinic and hospital in demeter city,
all of which check out to be legit,
and a wiseguy kid flop artist with a mouth.
- So? - So, what?
You got an idea? - Mmm-hmm.
- You're scary, Brogan.
Final boarding for simter transport, level five.
- Okay, here's what I got on the medical import's manifest--
One creon kidney, one creon heart, one trajin pancreas.
You wanna stay with me on this?
- Uh, yeah-- right, right.
- Creon kidney, creon heart, trajin pancreas.
- Kidney, heart, uh, our missing persons list-- No matches.
- Got a rush shipment from, uh, asteroid a-16,
a cliban liver for a dr. Paul jorry.
- All right-- We'll take it.
- Earth passenger Monroe, please report to departure pad.
- Okay, in the last three days,
Dr. Jorry imported two consignments,
three tarn kidneys, our John Doe tarn,
and one cliban liver, speedy's friend, wirt.
- Which will soon be walking out of dr. Jorry's clinic,
inside of mrs. Vork.
And we can't a warrant to arrest jorry
because all the paperwork is spotless.
It's all just a coincidence. - All very legal.
All very smelly.
We gotta turn up the heat.
Get him to make a mistake.
- Give me a reading on the cerebral stats.
- Minus nine at the lenticular nucleus and rising.
Very well-- You can take mrs. Vork to post-Op now.
- Dr. Jorry is with a patient!
- Sorry, miss, but I'm afraid you can't see him.
- Dr. Jorry?
Amanda Sparks, "demeter city times."
I'm sorry to Barge in on you like this.
It's just, well, I'm doing an article on organ implants,
and I was hoping you might lend me
your expertise for a few minutes.
Well, uh, I'm interested in any publicity,
which might encourage the public to sign up as organ donors.
Heaven knows we need them.
And, uh, what exactly do you need to know, miss Sparks?
How many transplant operations
would a clinic like this carry out in the course of a day?
Well, that varies, of course, according to the availability
and the suitability of the donor.
But, on a good day, we could get through between five and six.
- That many-- Well, I had no idea.
Now, do you specialize in just one species?
- Oh, good heavens, no.
We, uh, we deal in a great many different species.
- Have you ever operated on a cliban?
- Now, that is a coincidence.
I've just completed a liver transplant on a cliban patient.
- Now, that's just perfect.
Do you mind, if I ask you a few questions about it?
- No-- Go-- Fire ahead.
- Were you aware that a male cliban
was kidnapped just last night on Paradise street?
His name was yudo wirt. - Yeah.
I'm sorry, but I, uh, fail to see the correlation.
- Didn't you just say you just performed a liver transplant
on a cliban patient? - Yes, indeed.
But our donor died in an accident on asteroid a-16
and his livers were shipped immediately to my clinic.
I see nothing unusual in that.
- I'm afraid there is.
I have contacts on a-16.
The mining facility there hasn't had a death for over six months.
So, who really was your donor, dr. Jorry?
- I'm sorry, but you have been misinformed.
Well, if you'll excuse me, I have much work I have to do.
Thank you.
- I cannot have my officers Entrapping prominent citizens,
whether it be just cause or not!
Anyway you slice it, it is still entrapment.
- Captain, we were just trying to stir up the hornet's nest.
- Well, you certainly managed to do that, haldane.
Oh, yes.
What the hell were you two thinking about, Brogan?
- Stopping a murderer before he kills, again.
- You think jorry is a murderer?
- No. - Perfect.
You two have really balled up this one.
- Look, captain, jorry may not be a murderer,
but he's sure as hell part of the equation!
- Well, you're not!
Sergeant fredo, send up officers orrin and romek.
- right away, sir. - Captain, wait a minute.
- If jorry is involved, I don't want him to walk,
because of bogus investigating.
You've tainted this case.
I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to stay away from him.
Go and juggle one of your other cases!
And, castle, you're out of uniform!
And close the door!
Hmm.
- Now what? - Cover for me.
I got someone I need to talk to.
- Not a problem.
- a reporter was here, asking about a cliban called yudo wirt.
Apparently, he disappeared from Paradise Street last night.
I've had enough of this. - cool it, doc.
- I'm out! - You're in way too deep.
- out!
- Besides, you and your lovely wife
really don't wanna lose that nice, expensive home of yours.
Now, do ya, huh?
If we go down-- - You go down.
Right-- Now that we have that settled,
what's the species of our next donor?
- Thank you.
Thank you.
- damn! - Ah.
- Thank you.
- Hey, nice threads.
You find wirt?
- We need to talk, speedy. - What?
Here, in broad daylight?
I mean, you're starting to shade my rep.
- Okay, then, let's step into my office.
- Hey! - We don't know for sure.
He may still be alive. - Nope.
Wirt was an expert at getting out of places.
He would've gotten in touch by now.
- You guys were pretty close, huh?
- My folks walked off a colony ship,
right into the tarn-Creon riots.
They never had a chance...
but wirt, he saved me, raised me.
- Taught you everything you know.
- He did the best he could, okay?
- Yeah.
I guess he did.
- Hey, Brogan, everybody needs a trade.
- Hi, dad.
About this peanut butter, do I get a choice
between smooth and crunchy? - Um--
- You forgot, didn't you? - Well, no.
I didn't exactly forget.
But it-It's not very easy to find, honey.
- there's always new hawaii. - Hey, good idea.
You think they have it there? - Bye, dad.
I still want that peanut butter.
- Okay, honey.
Bye. - Cute.
For a little kid, that is.
- So, what's with the peanut butter?
- We had a deal.
She gets a good grade...
- ...you cop for the peanut butter.
I heard of that stuff.
Never had it, though. - speedy!
Take care.
Try taradeli across the street.
I heard they got all that earth stuff there.
Thanks-- I owe ya.
- Forget it-- I owe nobody, and nobody owes me.
- What can I get ya?
- I'm lookin' for some earth-Style peanut butter--
- Crunchy, smooth, whatever you got.
- Not a chance, but I'll get some in later.
- Damn-- Uh, look, let me give you my, uh, name, address,
And, uh, phone number.
When you get some in, you give me a call, okay?
- got it, Mr. Brogan. - right.
Thanks.
- a perfect match. - Tissue and blood.
- How's the peanut butter hunt coming, dad?
- Oh, don't ask. - I already have, right?
You know, dad, I've been giving this peanut butter
thing a lot of thought, and I don't really care.
- You don't? - It can be smooth or crunchy.
- Come on, squirt.
Let's play tunnel dragons.
Oh, dibs on zal-Kator!!
- Hi. - Mmm.
Hey.
- why don't you, uh, take off your clothes and join me?
- I don't think so.
- Well, you know, Brogan, it might just relax you.
- Uh, maybe later. - Mmm.
Suit yourself.
Hey, um, did you have any luck with that peanut butter?
- not you, too.
- hmm.
What am I gonna do with you, Brogan?
- All right!
Oh, yeah!
Bonus round, ten more points!
- Mr. Brogan, this is your lucky night.
The boss found this out back just after you left.
- Ah.
- Brogan?
Brogan?
- Give it back.
It's my turn. - No way!
I've got one more man left.
- Oh, come on-- I got the bonus round.
Just let me have one game.
- Find anything?
- Uh, that's a negative, captain.
- What happened? - I don't know.
I was in the thera-Pool.
I came down the hall, the door was open.
The coffee was spilled.
- No noise? - No, nothing.
I didn't hear anything. - Is daddy gonna be okay?
- Oh, sure, sure.
- Dad can take care of himself. - Now, listen.
We'll have some good news for you really soon.
- Captain?
- What have you got?
- Mrs. Albright, who lives in the next unit,
saw Brogan getting into a limo with two creon.
At the parking lot in the central hub.
- man, a limo and two creons?
- The leggers. - Gotta be.
- You two, get back down to Paradise street.
Question everybody one last time.
I want that limo!
- Captain, what about jorry? - Go for it!
Took and castle, you're with haldane!
- You can start prepping your patient, doctor.
We got a donor.
- Have you removed the heart, yet?
- No, but as long as we don't have any complications,
she'll be ready in a couple of hours.
- Then, I'd like to remove it myself.
- Say, again? - Look.
Now that I know what we're doing,
I don't have to accept poorly removed Organs any longer.
- Uh, I'm not sure, doc. - Look!
It puts my patients' lives at risk.
Think about it.
Bottom line, it's not good for business.
- and that's what it's all about, doc.
Sit tight.
We'll come and pick you up.
- Yeah, we're holding back, captain.
We don't want the limo pulling another disappearing act.
- stay with 'em, haldane.
I'll send backup.
What about the doctor?
Can we trust him?
- Well, we don't have a choice.
It's the only way we're gonna get to Brogan.
- We've got to try to keep a fix on him, tooky.
- I'm doing my best.
- don't delay.
Call today for an rsa guided tour of this state of the art--
- I don't believe this!
- Track the limo's trajectory from the point
where we lost them.
- This doesn't make any sense.
It vanished right there.
- Here's a look at upcoming attractions on your--
- Anybody got a can opener?
- Here's your first patient, doc.
By the way, found this in his pocket.
Name's Brogan.
He's a cop. - Oh.
Now, that's a stroke of luck.
Here's the man who's been snooping around the clinic.
- Better go make sure everything in the bay is secure.
- Tonight, at 13, as the CREON community council
debates the issues live.
- It's the only place they can be.
- So, how do we get Brogan out, without tearing it apart?
- Come on, doc.
He's gonna be a dead man anyway.
I'm not operating on a man unless he's properly sedated.
I don't want to risk damaging his heart.
This won't hurt a bit, lieutenant.
- hurry it up, doc.
- Ah!
- Oh!
- Ah!
- Oh!
- Ugh!
- Ah!
- Teshan supplementary units expert--
- No go!
I tried every code, every frequency.
If it's got a hidden entrance, I don't know how to find it.
- Ah!
Ah!
- We're right by you.
Where do you want us? - Cover the starboard side.
I think it's time we try the doorbell.
All right.
Hit the P.A., tooky. - Okay.
- This is the police-- You are surrounded.
Open up and prepare to be boarded.
This is the police-- You are surrounded.
Open up and prepare to be boarded.
- Yes!
- Oh, no!
Brace yourselves!
- What kept you? - Traffic.
- All units, all units!
The limo has left the dirigible.
- Buckle up-- This is going to be a bumpy ride.
- go!
Go-Go-go!
- The limo!
- It's not gonna get very far.
- It's headed right into orrin and romek's waiting arms.
- This is the police.
Reduce your speed and descend to ground level.
- Too fast!
Too fast! - Ah!
- Thought you two would like to know
we snagged rik and Pike's accomplice.
- at the space port, right? - Right.
Freight handler, medical import.
He's very cooperative-- Names, dates,
everything we need to wrap this case up.
- So, does this mean we get a raise?
- It means you don't get suspended.
- Where do you think you're going, young man?
- that way, captain.
- I'm not a captain, and you're not going anywhere
until you fill out one of these--
One of these forms. - All right.
Look, I'm outta here.
You need a ride? - No.
Sally and the kids are gonna pick me up.
- It's, uh, it's good to have you back, partner.
- Get outta here.
- I heard you nailed the dudes that got wirt.
Is that True? - How'd you get in here?
- Anybody ever tell you that answering a question
with a question is not polite.
- What's this?
- Stop with the stupid questions already.
- Just open it.
- Ha! - I got my sources.
- I got another stupid question.
Why?
- Wirt was always into payback.
I guess I am, too.
- daddy! - Hey.
- Dad! - Hey, guy.
Hi. - Mmm.
- You all right? - Yeah.
I'm fine. - You did it!
You got my peanut butter!
- Yeah, I had some help from my friend.
- You got it.
Beautiful! - Oh, never mind.
Come on-- Let's-Let's go home.
- Yeah.
Are you sure you're all right?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
- Oh. - Hey, you gotta give me some.
- You gotta be nicer to me.
- How about a peanut butter sandwich?