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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."

Projected impact areas, eastern edge of the bay

and the ocean beyond.

So track and chart every damn fragment.

There's something definitely happening down there.

What?

Damn cops They're everywhere. What if he gets in the way?

We've just got to let things take their course.

Fantastic!

Mr Butler, are you sure you're okay?

Captain Weldon, MIA.

What does Military Intelligence want with these two?

Is there something under the building?

Something he wanted?

That's classified It's all classified.

We have to stop it.

Argh!

If it's that bad then people have the right

to know what it is.

You don't know, do you?

You don't either?

Well, you destroyed Randall Butler.

But we still don't know what it is.

I'm a lot more worried about the big one.

Commander, we'll be transporting within the hour.

Very good, Major.

Your show.

Uh, put down there, the first warehouse.

Yes, sir.

Just those two on the door?

Low profile, Captain.

- Too low I'd say. - Need-to-know priority.

Only the four who dig up the thing know we have it here.

Seal off each end of the block till we're outta here.

We oughta destroy that thing right now.

Command has to know what makes it tick first.

That's what Site R is for.

Then I'll breathe easier once we get it there.

Can you tell me where it is yet?

All in good time.

Ah, here is your key.

Only two exist.

SHE YELPS

I've never seen it flair like that before.

I'll be damned.

- What? - It's vibrating.

I hope it isn't getting ready to do its thing.

- Don't even joke. - No joke.

The mystery is why it hasn't already.

Get away, major.

Ha-ha, where to, Captain?

If this is it, ground zero's the best seat in the house.

HE SCREAMS

Major, are you all right?

Graffa, take it easy.

What are you doing? It needs this.

Stop it, Graffa.

GRUNTING

Stop her.

Stook, get her.

Oh.

I will get it for you.

I will get it.

I will...

Okay, I'm outta here.

I love you. - Love you.

Ah, wait up, Dad.

I'll walk you to the door.

You know it's your anniversary today.

Yeah, I know.

Not gonna do the same thing as last year are you, Dad?

You want us to make you a reservation

at a nice restaurant. - What did you get her?

Relax, you guys.

This is the big one, Dad, 15 years.

Really?

Dad. - Gotta go Bye.

See ya.

Stay calm.

Yeah, you too.

Let's take a ride.

Over to the van.

Open the door, Lieutenant.

What was that, a Sleeper?

I'll tell you in a minute. Tell me now!

Don't let me have to shoot you

before you know what's going on.

Okay?

Okay.

So, what's the story, Weldon?

Captain Weldon.

Major Graffa may have tagged me KOS,

but I'm still a loyal Servant Officer.

Kill on sight?

Oh, you're great company, Captain.

Here's your story.

This is Naja, a planet on the far side

of the Ripley Galaxy just two unit months ago.

And these pictures are taken live

from the planet's last operational satellite.

It's a dead world now.

What happened?

The red areas are eruptions from a space-borne parasite.

At first, everyone thought they were meteors,

but they started spreading like a fungus,

killing all organic life.

Is, ah, that one of 'em?

Uh-uh, we don't know what that is.

Randall Butler had it, and he led us

to one of the places where the parasite did land.

under the old Roedam Towers building.

Major Graffa's got it now,

and he's taken it to a secret location.

We gotta find it and destroy it.

It if bursts, it will spew millions more,

or we be too late.

We?

- I need your help. - Ah.

You know so much already.

I'm alone, Lieutenant.

You're the only choice I got.

I can't help you.

You want to know what's in the hypo?

TZ8.

It's a lethal enzyme.

It'll unzip every Strand of DNA in your body.

You're crazy. - Hold on, I can stop it.

There's an antidote.

It works a lot faster on plants then on people.

You got about 52 hours before it kicks in.

You're sick.

I need motivated assistance from you, Lieutenant.

So we better get busy.

Hey, Liz, where's your daddy. He's kind of late.

He's probably out panic buying

an anniversary present for my mom.

Yeah, right That's today, isn't it?

How soon they forget, even the good ones.

Ah, thanks, Liz Take care. - See ya.

Yeah, wait, I wouldn't forget.

Come on I remembered Brogan's.

True, but then you have a mind made for minutiae.

Come on, give me a break here.

All right, your favourite dish is Altorian pasta.

You're favourite colour is sapphire.

You love Creaon renaissance poetry.

You love the Star Drive ride at Astroland,

and night walks on glow beaches.

Very good.

Okay, it's my turn.

Ah, you like Ton wine with seafood.

Um, you're loyal to the fault,

but can't accept compliments.

Um, you have a cute behind. HE SCOFFS

And you scoff when you're pleased, like you're doing now.

So what are we saying here, Castle?

I don't know, that we're both observant?

Hey, do you want to go out this weekend?

- For fun? - No, for real.

Attention, please,

this is a scrambled government transmission.

- What the? - Please enter

your personal code to unscramble this communication.

Who the hell are you?

Commander General, Military Intelligence.

What do you want?

We have a situation with one of our agent officers in your area.

You need to be briefed.

Carson, we need a qualitative analysis

on this thing right away.

What is it?

We were hoping you would tell us.

Ah, this is Captain Weldon, MIA.

Didn't know you hung with the type.

Neither did I.

Captain Weldon, you're under arrest by order

of your Commander General.

over here, Weldon.

Captain.

You'll report to me in the briefing room, Lieutenant.

Yeah, Captain, I got a problem here.

She dosed me. - What?

What did you hit him with?

TZ8. Anti-personal enzyme.

Oh, no.

Relax, Brogan, you were tryin' and that was our deal.

Here, this will deactivate it.

It's the antidote.

- Get her into a cell. - Thanks, Captain.

Let me see that.

TZ8 will take you apart cell by cell.

It's clean.

Drink it now.

Oh, tastes like Slomo's coffee.

I know as much as I've been told.

The MIA Chief of Staff is on his way up to handle it.

I'm meetin' him in the briefing room.

How did they know Weldon was here?

Well, they must have tracked her vehicle.

Yeah, but Captain, if this big one they dug up

could take out the whole planet...

That's her story, Haldane.

It could be a fabrication.

Remember, we're City Police,

and we're not equipped or trained to handle this.

Yeah, well neither is the MIA, by the looks of it.

Wrong again, Lieutenant.

Keep reading it, Tooki.

Sure.

if I get a little weird, give a yell.

Okay.

HE GROANS

Hey, I'm reading something here.

It's alive.

What about the planet Naja.

Weldon showed me the film.

War, a senseless, terrible war.

It was Weldon's last assignment.

Yeah, I heard about it on Interplanetary.

Yeah, it's a tragedy.

Now, Captain, I'll take custody of Weldon

and the meteorite.

I'll have them brought up.

Uh, let me do it.

I, uh, I feel bad for her.

More coffee, major?

Brogan, this thing's an extra galactic spore.

- Meaning? - It's like pollen.

The one that Weldon's after is probably the female,

the seed, and you sure as hell don't want this one near it.

That's what Butler was trying to do,

bring them together. - Probably.

A lot of pollens hitch rides on other life forms,

in this case, us.

No wonder Everybody's so scared.

Thanks, Carson, Graffa is gonna be one very relieved soldier.

What's up?

He lied about this thing.

So?

Standard procedure in civil emergency, cover up.

Nah, it's more than that. I don't follow.

Weldon had the spore, Graffa's got the seed,

and one of them is trying to finish the job.

Which one? He's a liar.

She's a loose cannon. How do you trust either?

I don't.

Captain Podly, it's taking too long.

- Haldane, see to it. - Yes, sir.

We'll both see to it.

Let's go.

- Where? - I'm gettin' you out of here.

You believe me. I'm workin' on it.

Lieutenant, the Captain just called.

You're to wait here for Haldane.

Yeah, don't worry about it, she's my responsibility.

Yes, sir, but you can't take her away.

You lay a hand on another officer,

and I'm gonna drop you.

She's gone!

Code 11. Officer down, prisoner at large Repeat, code 11.

ALARM BLARES

There they are. - What the hell you doing?

Stay out of this.

APB. All units, suspects fleeing Precinct 88

in an unmarked astrovan.

One female human, Tara Weldon.

One male human, Patrick Brogan, DCPD.

Approach these fugitives with caution.

welcome to the club.

You are gonna get straight with me, starting now.

I've been straight with you

since I first brought you here.

Yeah, at the point of a gun and a hypo.

Point taken.

Tactical mistake.

I'm sorry. - Yeah.

What'll it take for you to trust me, Brogan?

Oh, hell, I probably already do.

You do?

Yeah, you kept your word, even if you are MIA.

Thanks, I guess. don't mention it.

I sure picked the right cop though, didn't I?

So what now?

We gotta destroy that thing.

I don't know how.

We could accidentally release it.

Then we gotta get it off Altor.

Graffa's got every high space lane monitored.

We poke our heads above orbit, we're dead.

Then we've got no choice.

We've got to find the seed and take it out.

Right.

What?

I'm sorry, Brogan, I don't have much to lose really.

But you've got a family.

Well, ah, I won't have if we don't win.

Do you have a secure comm line?

Random frequency unit. Talk fast, though, Graffa's got a scanner.

Hi.

Sal.

What's wrong?

I can't come home for a while,

and, ah, you're gonna hear some things about me.

Brogan, what's happening?

I can't say over the comm.

Now, listen to me closely,

I wanna celebrate our anniversary as usual.

You got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Are you all right? What's...

I gotta go, honey I love you.

I love you.

What's your best guess where Graffa would've hid that thing?

He prepared sight all himself.

The only other person who knows is our Commander General.

So, you're his partner, think like he thinks.

Where would he have put it?

BLEEPING

Damn, Seeker. Get in quick.

They're coming up Get on their tail.

Fire.

Where are the cannons on this thing?

Nowhere.

The vehicle's hardened, but you better lose 'em ASAP.

I'm doing my best.

Hang on.

I can't see, sir.

Damn.

Next time, I shoot back.

Okay, I'll be back in an hour or so.

If not, we'll have to assume it's time to go.

Right.

All vehicles, I'm calling a 24-hour alert.

Lieutenant Brogan is still at large.

He must be found.

Hey.

You shouldn't have risked it.

Where the kids? - Out.

Podly told me you helped a prisoner escape.

Yeah, I did.

Honey, I want you to take the kids

and get away from Altor.

Why?

What's this all about?

I mean, Podly told me about the MIA.

He also told me that that you might not be yourself.

There's nothing wrong with me.

- Ah, so I see. - Stop it.

Look, listen, what if you're under control,

and you don't even know it?

I think I should go.

Hold on, Brogan.

What's this?

Just hang a minute, will ya?

They asked for you, they're your friends.

Yeah, we ain't here to arrest you or nothin'.

Nah, just to find out what's going on.

Okay, so what made you think I'd be nuts enough

to come back to my own home?

It's the last thing Anybody would expect.

The usual.

You and Sal, you spend every anniversary cuddled up,

makin' out, watchin' a movie

because that's what you did on your first anniversary

because it's... BOTH: ..all we could afford.

Yeah.

So, am I me or not?

You win on consistency.

So what's the plan, Lieutenant?

Team 6-O reporting.

Nothing doing in the Siouxrob District.

Copy, Tooki Clear to Zone Five.

Report back in 20.

Ah, forget her.

I have what I need.

Be on your guard.

- Sir. - You're dismissed.

Get your things and leave immediately.

- Yes, sir, but... - Get outta here!

Look at that.

THEY GROAN

SCREAMING, CRACKLING

WAILING

FIZZING

There's somethin' wrong here.

I make one shooter over behind the pipes.

SHE GASPS What is wrong with you?

Just great.

Now how are you supposed to trust her?

I thought he'd been caught by you, hot shot.

You notice I wasn't shootin' at him?

We have to assume that, ah,

Graffa's got the spore to the seed.

How long before it blooms?

On Naja, the cycle started to repeat itself

every 19 hours.

That's wonderful, and we don't have any idea

where the damn thing is.

Castle.

Sir.

Officers Haldane, Romek and Orrin are failing to report.

Would you have any ideas or information on that, Castle?

- Me, sir? - Yes, you, sir.

He...

..they've likely gone to hook up with Brogan, sir.

Add their names to the Dragnet.

Captain, they wouldn't turn on us.

They may have, or they may be hostages, or worse.

In any event, we need to know.

Don't we, Officer?

Get to it.

Morning. Did he come out of there last night?

Ha, I'd sure like to know what he's been doing?

Hey.

What's that?

It's glowing.

Hey, what happened to that bush?

Jeez, it's everywhere.

Securely attached to their person at all times.

- Brogan. - And now an unusual item

from the Toimen Province.

Farmers in the Tri-Valley are concerned

about a mysterious disease that has struck overnight,

destroying a number of crops.

Prices may be affected.

And now for the weather. - It's started.

Damn, works fast.

The roots spread underground killin' the soil

19 hours later it bursts, sending out millions more.

It's over. - No, not yet.

We know how to find the thing now.

We'll cover ya.

Stay low until you get to the Tri-Valley,

then pop up to altitude and scan the ground for heat.

Ha, it's another kind of heat I'm worried about.

Captain, what are we lookin' for exactly?

The dead plant life is starting to rot, emitting heat,

infrared will give us an exact picture

of the affected area.

The centre will be where Graffa's got the seed.

You got it.

Airspace intrusion, right on top of us.

Scramble the cruiser. - Yes, sir.

Hold it right here.

I'm slowing down, Captain.

Looks good.

Got it.

We're directly above the epicentre.

Right. Check the land register. See who owns it.

Yeah, it's coming up now.

Ah, oh, man, you'll love this.

Randall Butler?

Graffa hits side arm on Butler's farm! Oh, perfect.

What the?

Where the hell did he come from?

Masking himself as MIA.

You want him?

You got him.

Slots trim for manoeuvre.

Trap's open, both cannons hot.

Now!

Like I said, next time I shoot back.

How do we begin to hunt down Brogan and Haldane?

What if we do nail them?

What'll we do with them?

Honestly.

Honestly?

We arrest them.

Right.

What happened?

They shot down the cruiser.

Keep your eyes peeled. We may get action.

Okay.

Scanning for movement.

Four bodies, two at ten, two at thirty.

Go. - Go.

Orrin, Romek, you in position?

We're all set here. What?

- They made us. Fall back. - I thought you'd never ask.

Cover me.

- Brogan! - Ah!

Argh!

Give him a hand.

Damn!

The code has been broken.

What the? Captain Podly, commander.

You busted in on me like this yesterday, remember?

How did you get this code?

Ah, police sources.

I have a pal who has a friend who's CIA. Etc...

What's on your mind?

Major Graffa's on my mind.

My very best people have broken ranks to help Weldon.

Now, doesn't that bother you? It sure has hell bothers me.

Everything bothers me.

Thank you for your concern, Captain.

Yes, Commander.

Scramble the scorpion bomber to Site R.

Time is the enemy now.

They have to kill them all.

Let history sort 'em out.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Terrible, but beautiful.

- Kill it. - don't know how.

Besides, it's about to burst.

Wanna bet?

Ha. Hey, you'll only be helping it, spreading it everywhere.

You see, it's like a fungus, Brogan,

a very simple life form.

Yeah, well maybe we can take it apart,

cell by cell.

Come on, keep moving.

Hey, Weldon, you got that enzyme you dosed me with?

- The enzyme? - The TZ8.

Come on, this thing's ready to pop.

Graffa!

Just look at you.

Let me have it.

If this stuff will take a human apart in 52 hours,

it oughta go like wildfire through that thing.

It'll fry you before you get close enough.

Well, I'll just have to take that chance.

No, let me be your shield.

I'm dead already.

It's finished with me...

..but I'm still a soldier.

I can't let you do that.

Let him, or I will.

Come on, Lieutenant, it's your last shot.

HE GROANS

HE SCREAMS

ETHEREAL SCREAMING

FIZZING

BOOMING

RUMBLING

Here comes the cavalry.

Let's go. Move it. Come on.

Right on time.

DCPD! Hold it where you are.

On the ground, face down, everybody.

Hold on, Castle.

Drop you weapon, Haldane.

I can't do that.

You don't know what's going on here.

You don't know what's going on.

You're under arrest. Drop it now.

Drop it, Haldane, please.

Some date, huh?

Yeah.

would it help if I told you I love you?

I don't know.

What about you?

I love you, too, but...

So, what do you say you two guys

don't shoot each other, huh?

Yeah, take a lifetime to hassle it out.

Look, cut it out, guys.

What is going on here anyway?

Command, this is Scorpion Gamma Dragon.

We're at optimum logistics.

Site R. Target is acquired.

Clear.

Look at that thing.

is it dead?

I think so.

It is now.

BLEEPING

There's a Scorpion. It's on a target run.

We're dead.

Gamma Dragon, you are green to go.

Prep and launch your missile.

Clear.

BLEEP

Go.

Lock and load, Jane, Don't miss, or all our dates are cancelled.

- Launch missile. - Affirmative.

Fire in the hole.

Incoming.

RAPID BLEEPING

Missile released.

Everybody take cover. Scatter.

Come on, move it. - It's too late.

The radius is one mile. We won't make it.

Go. BOOMING

Haldane?

Haldane, speak to me.

HALDANE: We're okay.

It was close.

FIZZING

What a girl wouldn't do for an evening out.

Hey, Orrin, you about ready?

Yeah, yeah, let's go.

Ah, all I want is meal and a magna steam.

Yeah, that'll about do me.

Good night, Captain.

One second, fellas, I found this

at the bottom of my drawer.

You care to join me? Captain?

Ah, forget the regulations.

- Sergeant Fredo? - Captain.

Whatever you say, Captain.

SPEAKS OWN LANGUAGE

Ah, sure. Here's mud in your eye.

LAUGHTER

So, did you like it?

I mean, you can tell me if you didn't.

I did.

You're a very good cook. I never would have dreamed.

I have to admit, pasta is the only thing I make.

Oh.

What time is it?

Quarter past.

I've got to go. It's an early shift tomorrow.

It's a much shorter ride to the station from my place.

You guys oughta get out more.

Yeah, you spend your anniversary

doing the same thing as usual, didn't you?

Ah, it's bed time, as usual.

- Good night, dinosaurs. - Good night, sweetie baby.

Good night, honey.

- Dinosaurs? - Hmm.

You know, they ruled the Earth for 160 million years.

Must have been doing something right.

I don't know.

Then a meteor came and snuffed them out.

Yeah, it could happen anywhere, I guess.

Not as long as there's a good cop around.

THEY CHUCKLE

THEY LAUGH

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