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'The name's Brogan, Lieutenant Brogan.

'For 20 years, I was with the NYPD.

'Now... Well, let's just say,

'I've transferred to another precinct.'

Jones, Straight,

Reba, Tritt.

- All the greats. - All the great whats?

Country singers. My brother sent these to me.

These are antiques.

They used to be my grandpa's.

I thought you and your brother were close?

We are close.

Hey, I happen to love country music, I'll have you know.

Yeah, you would.

CHUCKLES

'Warning. You are exceeding the speed limit by 240% and rising.'

Hey! Oh, that sounds really dangerous.

Whoa!

CHUCKLES

What do you say we play a few tracks?

Gee, that'd be swell, Haldane,

but cruisers don't come equipped with sound systems.

- Grandpa's disc player. - Haldane, we're on duty!

WHOOSHING

Man, you're doin' the paperwork on this one.

SIREN BLARES

COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING Haldane!

I didn't touch it, honest.

Man, this guy is whacked out of orbit.

HE LAUGHS

Oh!

'Warning. You are exceeding the speed limit by 300% and rising.'

Drop and drool, bud.

'Please keep a minimum of two hands on the controls

'at all times.'

HE LAUGHS

COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS

This is the police!

'Reduce your speed and descend to street level.

'This is your last warning.'

Weird music. I like it!

Man, what's he up to now?

No, he's not.

He is.

HE LAUGHS

I'm gonna name my first ulcer after this guy.

HE LAUGHS

Ah, good afternoon, Officers.

What the hell you think you're doin' anyway?

- Hey! - I want to shoot you.

Yeah, well, I got a better idea.

Why don't you try these on for size?

Oh, handcuffs are no good, Officer.

You see, I'm Marcus Droon.

Strongest Tarn in Demeter City.

Maybe the strongest Tarn in...

erm...

No!

HE GROANS

I have a bad feelin' about this.

It's a hell of a way to beat a speeding ticket.

COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYING What's that awful noise?

That "awful noise", as you call it,

is classic country music.

Classic?

- You worry me, Haldane. - I do?

- Not in the way you think. - Ah, I see.

Now you know what I'm thinkin'.

Do you go out of your way to annoy me,

or does it just come naturally?

Enough, you two. What about our vaporised driver, Jane?

Right.

Take a look at the late Marcus Droon's ID.

No arrests, no convictions.

- Traffic tickets? - Nothing.

He was a librarian. Couldn't be cleaner.

Or deader.

One minute he's on top of the world. The next, poof, hot air.

Sounds like too much flash.

"Flash"?

That's street jargon for Demeter's latest drug of choice.

Users love it until they OD, then... boom!

- No more user. - Tell me about it.

Thanks a lot, Jane. We'll check with his landlady,

and see what she can tell us about him.

Hi, I just can't believe this!

Marcus was always a very quiet, respectable young Tarn.

So shy, really.

You know, he worked at the Demeter City Library.

In fact, in the entire time he stayed here,

he never once took a vacation.

He really was a perfect tenant.

Kept himself to himself, never caused problems,

or made any noise.

- Paid his rent on time... - Uh-huh.

Look, did he have any, um, close friends, or relatives?

Any regular visitors?

He was a real loner.

His parents passed away, oh, years ago.

He didn't really like people.

I suppose if you stop to think about it,

I was the only real friend he had.

I'm sure he'll be missed.

- Brogan? - Yeah.

HE-11, does that mean anything to you?

No, not off-hand... Wait, what's this?

Peru?

I need to make a report.

Yeah, we'll be with you in a minute, sir.

No, now.

- I need to make a report. - We're busy, sir.

No, now!

THUMP

I'm sorry.

It's just... Well, my girlfriend's dealing flash,

and I don't know what to do about it.

You can start by givin' us a name.

- Pola Vad Moonacki. - And the address?

That's the problem. We got in a fight and she ran off.

How about a description?

- I got a picture. - Oh, even better.

If you see her, maybe you could tell her,

well, you know, I'm sorry.

Yeah, sure.

Hey, Slomo!

Slomo, run an ID scan on this.

Oh, and your name?

According to Slomo, this Pola character

was last registered in a flop house in the Wharf District.

Nice neighbourhood.

If she's dealing down there, she must be pretty low

on the totem pole.

You can't get much lower than dealing drugs to begin with.

RINGING

Who is it?

- Demeter City Police! - Identification?

OK.

Pola Vad Moonacki?

We've got a warrant to search your premises.

On the suspicion of dealing flash.

- Flash? - Don't play dumb.

Your boyfriend told us all about it.

Boyfriend? What boyfriend?

CRASHING

ROARING

GROANING

GROANING

Man, we walked right into that one.

- Dumb. - You feel dumb now,

wait till the captain hears our report.

Forensics confirmed it.

The files Brogan and Haldane found in Droon's apartment

are 100% flash, aka HE-11.

And now it doesn't look much, does it?

Just a tiny, little bottle of bright blue liquid.

Now, I want you all to see exactly what this stuff does.

Sergeant Fredo?

Cell security cams recorded this earlier today.

Meet Emilia Setrick.

Age 52.

A grandmother.

No criminal record.

She was arrested this morning for robbing a jewellery store.

With this.

HALDANE WHISTLES

She said something about breaking through the wall.

Said she had the hardest head in Demeter City.

I think this is where we came in.

Hit the streets, people.

Dealers, distributors, manufacturers.

Anybody and everybody involved in the flash trade.

I want them closed down and locked up,

and I want it done yesterday!

Took and I have been doing some research

on the chemical make-up of flash.

One of its key components is tetrachriline.

Only two companies on Altor import this stuff.

Which one do you want - Interchem or Chemtrex?

Which one do you want?

- Haldane? - What?

- Don't do this. - Do what?

You know exactly what.

I do?

Don't answer my questions with questions.

I hesitate to mention in front of two police officers,

but, um, HE-11, or flash, as you call it,

was developed here at Interchem.

But, uh, before you run me in,

allow me to say that we discontinued that research

as soon as we discovered the drug's lethal side-effect.

We lost over three million credits on that programme

and we still haven't recovered.

Why were you researching it in the first place?

Well, we were trying to develop an ego-enhancer.

An artificial confidence booster

for the low in self-esteem.

Unfortunately, when the concentration of HE-11

reaches a certain critical level in the blood...

..it triggers a chain reaction.

Well, essentially the blood plasma converts to trioxyglycosone.

Isn't that like Zimtel?

Yes, only less stable.

Body heat alone can set if off.

Now, ironically, the drug is perfectly safe

when used in moderation.

Problem is, when the user's confidence

is boosted above a certain level...

Moderation goes out the window.

Exactly.

Any idea how HE-11 got on the streets?

I can only think of one possibility.

It's really pure conjecture.

All right. Come on, Doc. Cut to the chase.

We're talkin' about saving lives here, Dr Jansen.

When the HE-11 programme was cancelled,

my chief chemist left rather suddenly.

Perhaps you should talk to her.

Her name is... Pola Vad Moonacki.

'Pola Vad Moonacki... Wait a second.

'I thought so.

'Orrin and Beezle just filed a kidnapping report on her.'

Could you upload us that report, Fredo?

- 'SBA.' - Thanks.

RINGING I hate coincidences.

Yeah, what do we got here?

Criminal record, none.

Prior drug history, none.

Sound like a typical flash dealer to you?

Well, no, but it's the only lead we've got.

Don't forget Peru.

You take Peru, I'm gonna take Pola.

POLA: Let me out of here!

Somebody!

Anybody!

SHE SCREAMS

Scream all you want, Pola.

Isolinium.

Completely soundproof.

I won't work for you again, Carmel.

You perverted my research.

You accepted our money.

Until I found out you were selling HE-11

on the street, unlicensed.

Huh, Pola.

It takes years to get a licence.

We simply had to cut some corners.

And kill innocent people?

We were as disappointed with that unfortunate side-effect as you.

You are going to eliminate that side-effect.

GROWLING I won't do it...

You can't make me.

Do you know this address?

Oh?

I see.

Well, then you won't mind if Morgo were to, say,

dismember everyone who lives there.

Welcome back, Pola.

See you later, prime ancients.

I'm planet-bound.

Yo, wait a minute, pal.

I'm staying at Tork's, Dad.

The tournament's running all weekend.

I spoke with Yinca this morning, it's fine.

- Bye, sweetie. - Mom.

- Have fun. - Take no prisoners, Matt.

Dad?

Zil says I really need to talk to you.

Sure, hon, what's up?

Well, there's this class project I got to write.

It's called, A Parent's Day.

- A Parent's Day, huh? - Mm-hmm.

And I'm gonna write about what a great policeman you are.

Mm. ZIL CHATTERS

All right, I'll ask him. Don't be so pushy.

Um, ask me what, honey?

Well, the point of the project is

to actually see what goes on in your day.

The station's not a very good place for a little kid, honey.

- I'm sorry. - I'm not a little kid!

- I'm almost 11! - Yeah, I know.

But it's just not a real great idea.

I mean, why don't you write about Mom's work?

If I wanted to write about Mom's work,

I would've asked her. ZIL CHATTERS

Zil says you aren't being very nice, Daddy.

I think Zil's got a point.

'So, Creons, if you suffer from

'Creon Chiropodic Disorder, just dial "feet".

'That's F-E-E-T.'

'Coming up next, Erdie Grisham

'with the SlamBall highlights of the week.

'And his special guest, the greatest crossover...'

What's a Peru?

- It's a country on Earth. - Ah, yes.

Your arbitrary political divisions.

When will you humans wake up to planetary government, honestly?

In this case, it's a dial code.

Peru translates to 7378.

We found it in Droon's apartment.

And it just so happens to be the private internal number

of our good buddy, Dr Henry Jansen, of Interchem.

Ah.

It will give you all the confidence you never had, my dear.

- Thank you very much. - You're welcome.

It looks the same.

I've altered the ratio

and lengthened the catalysation period.

Morgo, bring that lizerette.

SHE SIGHS

Morgo, do you still have that address?

I know I'm close.

Give me a few more days, please?

You've got 26 hours.

Or rather, your parents do.

MORGO GROWLS

SCREAMING

Nice try, Pola.

LAUGHING

Flash don't work on Morgo.

This is rather stupid, Henry.

The cops have been to see me.

They may be tapping my line.

Are they on to us?

They're asking the right questions.

Which means whether Pola's cracked the design flaw or not,

we've got to go.

I've given her 26 hours and plenty of motivation.

All right, I'll clean up at Interchem.

As soon as she's done, dismantle everything

and load it into the transit.

Make sure we have enough fuel to get to the planet Danai.

We'll take the air shuttle from there.

I think Earthlings will enjoy a little ego boosting.

And Pola?

When she's done, give her to Morgo.

Um, take these to disposal, Tanya,

Then I want you to wipe the computer files.

Dr Jansen?

Officer Haldane, Brogan.

Delighted to see you again.

How may I help you?

We've got a warrant to search the premises.

We've tested every vat, every flask,

every test tube in every lab at Interchem.

Nothing.

So, what we're saying here is that we have

Dr Henry Jansen in the lock-up,

and we have no evidence.

I hope you fellas have got somethin' up your sleeves besides arms.

Captain?

Brogan and Haldane asked us to check out some addresses

from Jansen's database.

The guy's a real prince.

We thought you might like to see what we found down in Zone Seven.

Plus, a dealer who's willing to name names.

The secret of our success?

BOTH: Timing.

Captain? Jansen's got a visitor, one Carmel Matthews.

Sounds like an invitation to me, gentlemen.

To be honest, Henry, I don't know why I've come.

Our relationship ended so long ago.

I'm glad you did.

Carmel, I had nowhere else to turn.

This is all so alarming.

You, of all people, behind bars.

It was all some kind of horrible mistake.

Sweetheart, I want you to know that I am innocent.

Pola must have set me up.

How dare you mention her name in my presence!

BANGING Hey, Hey, hey!

Behave.

And to think I actually felt sorry for you.

And all you could do is talk about Pola.

Ain't love grand?

Yes, Officer Haldane.

Love is grand.

'That's easy for you to say, Lieutenant,

'but you're not dealing with the dirtbags out there in the street.'

'Stand by for more exciting police action in Demeter City Blues...'

Honey? Do we have to?

'These words from our local sponsor.'

No, we don't have to.

Something I did?

No.

Just something you didn't do.

Well, you know Trina's mother is taking her to

Moon Station One, where she works as an astrophysicist.

And Alana's father is taking her

to the transit factory where he works.

Yeah, OK, OK. I get the picture.

Why don't you take her to the hospital?

She doesn't want to go to the hospital.

Honey, if I walk into the 88th with a kid on my arm,

Podly's gonna cut me off at the knees.

Patrick Brogan.

Your captain is not the issue here, and you know it.

HE SIGHS

All right, I admit it.

I want my kid to be something more

than just some cop walkin' a beat.

You're not just some cop walkin' a beat.

You're my cop walkin' a beat.

And besides that, I think it's a little early

to be worried about her career choices, don't you?

I know what you're doin'?

- Hmm? - Yeah.

- The answer's still no. - It is?

I mean it. Absolutely no way.

- Mm-hmm. - It won't work.

How old is she?

Ten, almost 11, Captain.

Ah. My daughter was the same way at that age.

Bet she watches all the cop shows, right?

Yes, sir. That's my Liz.

Well, I have to tell you I did the same thing myself.

Took my daughter to the station for a few hours.

Gave her the guided tour, usual stuff.

I don't see why you shouldn't do it, too.

But only for a couple of hours, right?

At most, Captain.

By the way, um, when you did that with your daughter...

Ah, it worked out great.

She's a detective over in the 38th now.

Hey, Brogan!

They finally found a partner tough enough for ya, huh?

CHUCKLES

Space police officers are chosen

for their exceptional sense of humour.

Wow. Tremo.

Jane. Tooki.

- Say hello to Liz. - Hiya, Liz.

So, are you gonna be Brogan's new partner?

Officers are also chosen for their originality.

Pretty tough requirements, huh?

Hey, look what we found for you in stores.

Ooh.

welcome to the DCPD, Officer Brogan.

We ought to use you on the recruitment posters.

- Er... - Something wrong, Brogan?

No, I was just gonna tell Liz how much

dull and boring paperwork we have to do.

The paperwork is boring, right?

But it's more than made up for by the excitement of high-speed chases.

- Catching criminals. - Coffee and doughnuts.

- Sweet. - Yeah.

Come on, Liz. We got work to do.

Morgo!

I really could use some muscle in here.

You really should push on, dear.

You're running out of time.

And so is Mommy and Daddy.

Finally decided to show up for work, Haldane?

Yeah. I thought an appearance would be in order.

I know I'll regret this, but may I ask why

you crawl in here at least 20 minutes late almost every morning?

You see, it's simple.

I'm still on Earth time.

I'm used to a 24-hour day, with one moon.

Here I get a 26-hour day with... I don't know how many moons.

I think my internal clock's still a little confused.

So is your excuse.

Hey!

- I think she likes you. - You think so?

Nah... What are you doin' here?

Did Brogan put in for a new partner?

Don't worry, Jack.

We'll let you go on patrol with us once in a while.

- Late again, Haldane? - Uh, sir, uh, yeah.

I'd love to hear your excuse.

If you can spare the time, that is.

My office.

KNOCKING Excuse me, Officer?

What do you want?

SPRAYING, HE GASPS

How do you feel?

OK.

No, I don't. I feel like, great!

Shh!

Keep your voice down.

Now, will you please open this door?

- No way. - But you're great.

You're the greatest police officer the force has ever had.

If you open this door, guess what would happen?

- You'd escape. - Right.

But you would recapture me...

CLICKS FINGERS ..like that.

Because you are that terrific.

Open the door.

HE SIGHS

All right, man.

But I'm gonna recapture you...

CLICKS FINGERS ..just like that.

Thanks.

Your face does not match my records.

Identify immediately.

Officer Liz Brogan.

Lieutenant Brogan's new partner.

Uh, don't move.

I-I-I'm finding your picture now.

Thank you, uh, Officer Brogan.

Report to records at five for a voice print

and DNA scan... Goodbye.

Bye.

Boss giving you a hard time?

Yeah.

Always bugs you by doing things by the book,

But they don't have to deal with the dirtbags out there.

CHUCKLING

What's so funny?

'Access denied.'

Hold it right there.

Here, let me help you...

Hey, Dad?

I found another cop show. It's really cool.

9-13 in the bay. Officer down - code red.

Honey, you stay right here!

ALARM BLARES

Thanks, friend.

Massive.

HE HUMS

Anybody get the number of that truck?

Carmel, no time for chitchat, darling.

- Wrap things up. - I'll be waiting for you, Henry.

I'm on my way.

APB escaped prisoner in Cruiser 304X.

Last seen headed downtown.

Let's blow this popsicle stand.

Get a fix on him yet?

No, but we'll get him when he hits the atmosphere.

Perhaps Officer Liz Brogan would like some, uh, juice?

Isn't she with you?

BEEPING

- We got him. - Coordinates?

8-0-1 mark 7.

- Yeah, go get him, Daddy! - What are you doin' here?

Watch out, Dad!

BROGAN GASPS

Give it up, Jansen. There is no escape.

Now what are we supposed to do?

Drop her off somewhere?

Ten-year-old down there? Nah, I don't think so.

Dad, you're losing him!

He's taking us over the magnatire refinery.

Huh, terrific.

MUSIC TURNS ON

- Massive music. - Turn it off!

Hang on, Liz.

Whoa! Massive.

Congratulations, Pola.

You seem to have...

FRAZZLING

Keep a fix on him.

- Great. - Going to scanner.

No good. Magnatire dust shut us down.

- Damn it! - Daddy.

- We lost him. - Better notify Immigration.

Make sure he doesn't jump the planet.

We're taking you home, young lady.

Morgo?

I'll bring the transit to the side entrance.

Henry will be arriving at any minute.

She's all yours.

Here.

Eat dirt!

HE YELLS

That's cutting it rather fine.

I had to take a slight detour.

We're just about to load up.

And Pola?

Morgo is dealing with her now.

- 'Precinct 88?' - You've got to help me.

I'm being held prisoner, 423 West 53rd.

- Come quickly! - 'Help is on its way.'

Copy, Fredo, 423 West 53rd.

Keep back or I'll shoot.

Not unless you load it first.

This is where we bid adieu, Pola.

- But... - Don't worry.

I'm not gonna kill you. I'm just gonna leave you.

Someone will find you, someday.

I'm sure.

Thanks for everything.

Well, this is the right address.

Great (!)

I love chasing around Demeter after crank calls.

Jansen!

BLAST

All units, code three!

'Officers need assistance.

'We've got Jansen pinned down, 423 West 53rd.'

We're on our way, Jane.

Uh, Brogan, we're the only available cruiser.

Got to go, Daddy. HE SIGHS

SIREN BLARES

Stay in the car, Liz. I mean it.

Stay in the car!

OK.

COUNTRY MUSIC

Jansen's in the closet. He's got an HDB.

Swell.

- She dead? - Stunned.

Dr Jansen!

We need to talk.

Doctor!

WHISPERS: Go.

Lay down your weapons, if you don't mind.

Keep it up, Jansen.

You've got nowhere to go.

BLASTING

Jansen, move clear!

That's not so bad.

In fact... it's wonderful.

HE YELLS

- 'Precinct 88?' - Yeah, it's Brogan.

Jansen case concluded.

And, um, bring a mop.

I got to get Liz back before somethin' else happens.

GUN COCKS Cover!

Liz! Liz!

Liz...

Liz!

Daddy!

Daddy?

Daddy?

I went looking for you.

Oh, man... Oh, no!

What?

All my country, the discs, they were in the cruiser,

the whole collection!

Ah, that's... That's a cryin' shame, partner.

Oh.

Come on, honey.

Did I ever tell you what I used to do when I was a kid?

No. What?

Well, after I'd add the, uh, chocolate syrup...

..I'd take a spoon, and I'd mix the whole thing up...

..into a chocolate malt.

Voila... The Brogan Swirl.

- Thanks, Dad. - Hmm.

Liz, um, you don't have to tell your mother, you know,

everything.

About what?

About today.

Why not?

Well, you know how moms are.

She might not understand.

SALLY CLEARING THROAT

- Hi, honey! - Hiya.

Hey, The Brogan Swirl.

You know, your dad always used to make that for me

when he wanted something.

Mom, you'll never guess what happened today.

- Honey, I can explain. - Let's let Liz explain.

After all, it was her adventure.

Go ahead, sweetie.

Well, I learned something really important today.

And that is?

I know what I want to do when I grow up.

HE SIGHS

Well, if you really want to be a cop...

A cop?

Cop work's boring.

I want to be a country and western singer.

You do?

Great. That's great.

Wait a minute.

Cop work is boring?

ALL LAUGHING

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