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- Am I?

Am I?

Dead? No, not exactly.

Your sentence has been adjusted.

- What?

The tribunal
decided that in your case

execution was too lenient.

Too kind an end for a murderer
of such voracious appetite.

You've been genetically devolved.

- What?

Genetically devolved.

This is your punishment.

The worst sentence we could pass.

You're a human being now.

- A human being?

Yes.

A primitive life form occupying
the savage planet Earth.

We will land there soon and
you will be left, banished.

A generous action on our part.

Better than you deserve.

- Banished.

Exactly.

You've no hope for return.

- But I, I'm alive.

Yes. For now.

But remember, de-evolution
is a flawed process.

It doesn't always work.

Your ingenuity will determine
your ability to survive.

Good luck.

At least it's a chance.

- I'll kill you.

A word of caution.

Guard your body well.

Damage to it may result in
painful metamorphosis, or worse.

- Yeah.

So he takes this big ass ball bearing

and drops it down the end
of a high pressure hose.

And just as Dave comes
around that corner, pow!

Lets him have it.

Knocked him dead on his ass.

That little squealer is lucky

we did not have to break his arm.

- Yep.

You told me.

Gimme a cigarette.

I thought you quit.

- I did. I just want one.

Gimme one.

- Well...

if you really want me to.

- Give me a damn cigarette
'fore I knock your head off.

- There she is.
- Where?

Where?

I got her.

Ah, God, see what you made me do?

- Son of a bitch!

What?

- Dad?

Dad?

- Shut up.

One of 'em's human.

- What's the other one?

- How the hell should I know?

We got to do something.

- Shoot it.

- Yeah. Yeah, shoot it.

Yeehaw!

- Yeah, Dad!

Yeah!

- I'll bet he is glad to see us.

Howdy.

Dad!

Dad?

- Shit.

- There ain't nobody gonna believe this.

- Oh, yeah?

Take the car, and go borrow Joey's van,

but don't tell him nothing.

If we can get this thing outta
here, maybe we can sell it.

- Who'd pay money for this?

- Somebody will buy it.

The Army, the circus,
fucking Johnny Carson.

And get some dry ice, too.

- Why don't we just put it in the trunk?

- I am not putting that thing in my car.

- Maybe we should just get the cops.

- Don't be stupid.

Just go do what the hell I told you.

Well, go on, goddamn it, go!

Yeah, you clear?

5653, 5653, are you clear?

You ever been to Hawaii?

Yeah, I was
there last month.

Yeah? How was it?

It was nice.

That's it? I
mean, some imagination.

Just nice?

- You wanna know the truth?

- No, not really.

- They kill each other over coconuts,

all they eat is fish,
and it rains every day.

- That's not Hawaii.
That's Cleveland.

See, I've been to Cleveland.

Come on. Play fair.

Is that Scully?

- Where? Where?

That guy looks like him.

Yeah, now look,
here's what we're gonna.

No hey, hey, hey, take
it easy, wait, wait!

Oh, Jesus.

- Hold it, Scully.

Police. You're under arrest.

Hey, asshole.

Fuck! Fuck!

Hands above your head now!

- I'm innocent. I didn't do nothing.

- I have a warrant for your
arrest on charges of rape,

sodomy and attempted murder.

You have the right to remain silent.

Come on, mister.

Any... Let her go!

Scully, let her go.

I'm here either way.

Yeah, well, what are you gonna do?

Take a shot. Take a shot.

No!

Loosen up, bitch!

Let her go, Scully!

Fuck around and I shoot your ass!

Back the fuck up!

- Shit.

Hold it, Scully.

- Go on. Get outta here.

Beat it.

Beat it!

You shoot me, and I'll slit her throat.

I mean it.

You wouldn't shoot me.

- Try me.

- In the back?

You ain't got the ba...

You have the
right to remain silent.

Fucking leg.

Anything you say can
and will be used against you.

Oh god!

You have a right to an attorney.

What's the
matter with you, you bitch?

If you can't afford one

the court will appoint one.
- You're in big trouble!

No, listen, baby.

Listen. I'm gonna tell you something.

I could really go for a honey like you.

Ow! You're hurting me!

Hey, I didn't think you heard what I said.

We can play house.

I'll bring my friend.

What, you can't even take a joke?

Who's gonna pay money for this?

Yeah?

- Oh, my god. Oh, my god.

I don't believe this.

I don't believe this.

Tell me you're not dead.

- I'm not dead.

- Oh, my god, please be okay.

Please, mister.

Please, mister, please be okay.

Are you all right?

- I live. I think.

- Come on. Come on, I'll
take you to the hospital.

Come on. Come on.

You know, I got hit by a car once.

I was seven.

I was playing with my
brother's skateboard,

and zoomed out in the street, and wham!

A cookie truck crashed right into me.

Knocked me out cold for a minute.

My head was as big as a watermelon.

Really gross.

Driver felt bad.

Stopped by our house, gave
us a whole case of cookies.

I mean, can you imagine?

What a joke.

Turned out okay, though,

'cause we sued the guy
and went to Disneyland.

- Disneyland.

- You sure you're okay?

- I am fine.

- Yeah, well, I'll take
you to the hospital anyway.

- Headlights bothering you?

Grab some sunglasses.

Some sunglasses in there.

Go ahead. Grab 'em.

Don't worry. It's registered.

I'm not a criminal.

You just can't be too careful
these days, that's all.

For God's sake.

Go ahead, put 'em on, put 'em on.

Go ahead, go ahead.

Kinda cute.

Kinda.

Parker, 148 Parker.

Unit 3 come in, Unit 3.

Still some stuff out.

Pursuing a
man down 128 South Boulevard.

- Where is he?
- Hey, just take it easy.

There's no rush.

- What, is he dead?

- Oh, yeah, he's dead.

- Well, maybe we can bring
him back. Anybody try CPR?

- Gee, you know, come to think
of it, I guess we forgot.

- Where is he?

- He's over there in the bushes.

Why don't you go over there
and see what you can do?

How you feeling?

- Better, thanks.

Sorry.

- Hey, that's okay.

Tell them the ambulance
has arrived, will ya?

- Will you do it, okay?

- This is Unit 14.

Read me, over.

Unit 14.

Read you. Roger.

Over.

- The paramedics have arrived

and they're taking the body outta here.

We're leaving the scene
and we're taking the, uh,

suspect in for questioning, over.

Copy
Unit 14. Over and out.

- Funny, officer.

That's real funny.

- Hey, I thought you'd be amused.

- Yeah, well, you wanna tell
me where the head is now,

or is that too much trouble?

- No trouble.

There is no head.

- There's no head?

No head.

What happened?

- Well that's for him to
know, and for us to find out.

- So, anyway, I was
totally into it. Totally.

I was working out five, six
clays a week, four hours a day.

I was collecting unemployment,
so I had the time.

I was taking all these
aminos and vitamins,

eating all this health food
and stuff, and I looked great.

I'll tell you, I looked great.

But, uh, everything's got its
price, you know what I mean?

I mean, well, I developed

this terrible hemorrhoid situation, so,

so I just gave the whole thing up.

I mean, you got your health,

you got your wealth, you know what I mean?

I'm not speaking too frankly, am I?

- No.

- Good, 'cause I wouldn't wanna do that.

You sure you're okay?

Well, here we are.

Look, I have an itty bitty
baby favor to ask of you.

Would it be okay if I
didn't go inside with you?

I mean, it's up to you,

but I'd kind of rather
my insurance company

didn't find out about this.

Of course, if you don't have insurance,

well, you know, maybe we
could work something out.

We could, uh...
- Where are we?

- At the hospital.

So what do you say, is that okay?

Is it a deal?

Come on, buddies, pals, friends?

Oh! great!

Thanks.

Thanks so much.

Thanks a lot.

You're such a love.

Okay. Well, I'll see you later now.

Buh bye. Bye! Why don't you
just go right in those doors.

I'm sure they'll take
care of you.

See ya.

Can you close the door?

Close the door.

Will you get? Close it.

That's right, just give it a shove.

Bye-bye. See ya.

Savage planet Earth.

You're a human being now.

You've been genetically devolved.

- Hey, my man, check it out.

Flake, rock, smack.

I got coke.

Competitive prices, you
see what I'm talking about?

I got flake, rock, crack, smoke,
Quaaludes, lids and ludes.

I got bennies, uppers,
downers, inners, outers.

Hey, check it out, man.

I got ludes, baby.

Hey, hey baby, where you going?

Where you going, mama? Hey, come back.

Where you going, baby?

- You wanted to see us, Captain?

- Yeah. I got a homicide
in the forest preserve.

Throat slasher.

I want you guys to take it.

- Sex crime?

Ritual murder?

- Maybe.

Anyway, it's hard to say.

They not only slashed the throat,

they, uh, chopped off the head.

- Chopped it off?

- Chopped it off and took it with 'em.

Now, I want you to go down to
County and interview the son.

He's our only suspect.

But frankly, uh this is
a strange piece of shit.

I mean, the kid's got a record,
but he reported the murder.

Well, he didn't exactly report the murder.

He reported a headless
monster from outer space.

The, uh, arresting officers
found a hunting rifle

at the scene with a silencer on it.

You figure it out.

- Okay.

- Get up!

Get up.

You asshole!

- Boy, I'll bust you up!

I guess I ought to see
the other guy, right?

I better get you fixed up, buddy.

Cops come through here, they'll
run your ass to the morgue

or to the drunk tank.

Why don't you try this on for size?

Easy, partner.

- I am fine.

- Sure you are.

But you look like shit.

Put this on.

See what else I got here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa.

Not over that one.

Never mind, never mind.

You do what you want.

You're from outta town, right?

Where you from?

- Disneyland.

- You are weird, my man.

You are weird!

- Weird!

- Never mind. I'm kinda weird myself.

I'm getting tired.

Let's go down to the mission.

- Mission?

- Yeah.

Ritz Carlton's filled up, ain't it?

- I don't know.

- I like you, man.

- I like you, man.

- You a funny guy.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, my brother.

Hold it.

It's cool.

It's cool.

- Come on, man.

Let's get some breakfast.

- Hi, Kip.

I'm Detective Pierce, and
this is Detective Krieger.

We're gonna ask you a
couple questions, all right?

What were you doing in the
forest preserve last night?

- I already told the police.

We were hunting.

We were hunting deer.

- With a silencer?

- That's not what's important.

What's important is we
saw this flying saucer.

Well, I mean, we didn't actually see it.

It was more of this, this
bright ball of light.

And then this, this guy...

This monster came out of it.

The monster, he looked kinda
like a lizard and a bug.

- A bug?

- Well, they were fighting.

Well, my dad took a shot
at him, but it got away.

And then the guy, well, he
looked kinda normal, at first.

He comes up to us like he wants
to thank us, or something.

But when he gets up to us,

he just hits my dad, knocks him down.

And then this guy starts shaking,

turning into this alien thing.

Everything but his head.

His head just, just exploded!

Just completely disappeared!

My daddy sent me for help.

I got scared so, uh,
so I went for the cops.

When we went back there...

my daddy...

my dad's head was ripped off,

and the thing was just, it was gone!

Oh, look, I know I sound crazy.

I don't know if I believe it myself.

But it's true.

And we deserve that money.

We discovered it.

My dad would have wanted it that way.

- All right, let's cut the bullshit, kid.

What the hell were you doing
in the forest preserve?

- Fuck you!

You think I'm crazy, right?

Would that make everything
better, if I was crazy?

Is that it?

Would that make things better?

- Okay!

All right, Kip, we just
need to know what happened.

- Fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you.

- It's the TV.

It gives 'em ideas.

The drugs make 'em crazy,
and the TV gives 'em ideas.

This country's going
right into the crapper.

Boo!

You, come on.

Let me go!

I'm gonna get you, pig!

I'm gonna get you!

Are you all right?

I'm gonna get you!

- Lunatic.

Doctor Powell,

please call 4991, Doctor Powell.

Soup is for you.

Here you go.

Coffee?

Soup is good for you.

God bless you.

The soup is for you.

God bless you.

Here's the coffee.

Here's some coffee.

Here's the soup.

The soup is for you.

Soup?

Here, hon.

The soup, the soup is for free.

God loves you.

- Say, Julius, my main man.

Gimme a dollar.

I'm halfway to a pint.

I ain't got a dollar.

What I look like, Donald Chump?

Why don't you ask my
friend and main buddy here?

What's your name again, homie?

- Bob. Bob Laney.

- Bob.

Well, put here there, Jim?

- Bob.

- Bob.

- I ain't got a dollar.

You don't, huh?

Well, don't leave me hanging.

Go on. Shake it.

It won't cost you nothing.

Ah.
- Ah.

- Hey, come on, man, don't do that.

Hey man, what's the matter?

You sick or something?

Hey. Come on.

Hey, man, spit it out.

Hey, man, don't.

Come on, spit it out.

- Oh, man!

Jeez.

God damn.

- Isn't that something?

What happened to this guy?

- If I didn't know better,

I'd say his head had been squeezed off.

The lacerations around
the neck are too irregular

to indicate anything else, and
it appears that a wild animal

ate some of Mr Robert Laney,

almost immediately after he was dead.

- Ate him?

- Not his best day.

I have to run some tests yet.

Do you think he
was killed somewhere else,

then dumped in the preserve?

- Probably not.

That would be inconsistent
with the condition of the body.

Blood would have pooled in various places

since the heart wasn't pumping.

- Connie, what do you
think happened to the head?

- I don't know.

Maybe animals took it.

- Do you think it's still at the scene?

- Oh, that would make your
life a lot easier, wouldn't it?

- Hey, yo, ain't this the life?

Think of all them fools
up there running around,

punching that clock,
kissing somebody's ass,

killing themselves for money.

Look at us.

Man, I'm telling you,

things don't get no
better than this, homeboy!

You want a taste, man?

Let's crack this bottle.

Beethoven's 5th, Julius' pint.

- I ain't shitting you, man.

I won the lottery.

And that's more than you can say.

- Then what the hell
happened to the money?

Man, you talking shit.

- The daily game, man, not Lotto.

It wasn't but 890 bucks.

Shit, I spent that in a week.

- Go ahead, man, turn it up.

- Hey, Humphrey, save some for the fish!

- Hey, homeboy, what's up?

- Holy shit.

- Fuck. Shit.

- Well, what did I tell you?

Wasn't it beautiful?

Today was my kinda day.

But be prepared to bundle up tonight.

Especially in the western suburbs.

Tomorrow, a cold front
coming down from Canada

and a warm front coming up from the Gulf

could collide and cause
some precipitation.

Will it be clear, or will it
get nasty for this weekend?

Be back with you in just a moment.

Up next, sports
on Channel Ten Metro News.

Escape to
paradise tonight on a waterbed

from The Waterbed Hunt.

Sleep problems?

One of our flotation systems...

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or the handsome, hand crafted Versailles.

Drift off to sleep tonight on
a bed from the Waterbed Hunt.

- What's the matter?

- You got a cigarette on ya?

- You're not allowed to smoke
in here, and you know that.

- Um, babe, baby, you gotta help me.

I'm dying.

- Okay, you want me to call a nurse?

No, come on, cut it out, cut it out.

I'm not kidding.

Now, listen.

Give me a butt so I can smoke it

while I'm moving my
bowels in the toilet, huh?

- You're supposed to use the bedpan.

- Oh, man.

Don't make me beg you.

I can't use that fucking thing.

Hey hey, hey hey look.

Here. Here.

I swear to God.

I swear on my mother's grave
that I won't do nothing.

Just let me sit on the
toilet and move my bowels

and smoke a cigarette while I'm doing it.

Is that too much to ask outta you?

Huh?
- Forget it, Scully.

No can do ski.

- Okay, okay, okay,
okay, okay.

Gimme that thing.

Jesus H. Christ,

you gotta make a federal
case outta everything.

Or simply irresistible.

Sybil brings out the...

No two feelings are alike.

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Critics agree, "Henry"
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See it for yourself, but not alone.

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Channel Ten Metro News.

My five day forecast

Increasing chance of some
showers tonight and tomorrow,

then clear, warmer.

Highs in the 60s, lows in the 40s.

Cool around the lakes.

That's about it.

Back to you, Dave.

- Police report finding
an unemployed transient

murdered tonight in an alley,

three blocks from the Pacific Mission.

This is the second

Decapitation murder

Reported in the city in as many days,

but police declined

to speculate on whether the
murders are in some way related.

Unlike the previous killing,

both the body and the head of the victim

have been recovered.

You take me to
the nicest places, Charlie.

Stick with me, kid.

There's 10 guys in there

we should be booking right now.

Battery in progress.

Progress 16 minutes.

Who's available?

- What's your fucking problem?

You got a problem?

- Yeah, I got a problem!

Yeah! Some of that.

Get back! Get back!

Get back.
- Yo, fucking...

- Darling, you look marvelous.

Doctor McAmeny, 2601.

Doctor McAmeny, 2601.

- And then he just twisted his head off,

like you take the cap
off a bottle of wine.

Blood's everywhere, and I started running.

Man, I mean, I ran for my life.

- But you had been drinking all day.

- Yeah, but I wasn't drunk.

I saw the guy turn into a monster.

His hands, his arms,
okay, his, his head, okay,

his head got real weird,

and then he ripped Julius' head off.

Twisted it right off.

- Look at me. Could I do that?

I'm asking you, could a
regular person do that?

- Yeah.

Did your monster have a name?

- As a matter of fact, he did.

Very particular about it, too.

Uh, Bob Laney.

His name was Bob Laney.

- Diana, can I talk to you
for a minute, please, outside?

Wait a second, Krieg.

Mr. Whitefeather, this
is Detective Krieger.

Tell him the monster's name.

- Bob Laney.

- Diana.

Krieger, I don't know what it's gonna have

anything to do with this, but Bob...

- I got some bad news.

Scully escaped.

Chodiss was guarding him at the hospital,

and he attacked her.

It's bad.

He beat her up pretty bad.

- Is she gonna be okay?

- Yeah, they think so.

Look, um, why don't you
go down to the hospital

and I'll finish this up.

I shoulda wasted him.

- What?

- I shoulda wasted him
when I had the chance.

- Oh, yeah, right.

Yeah, I forgot.

This is all your fault.

Go on.

Get outta here, will ya?

You're a human being now.

Say, Julius, my main man.

- You can see her now.

- What time is it?

7:30.

- Thanks.

- Don't stay too long.
- Okay.

May I have
your attention, please?

The nursing grand rounds
are now being held

In the professional building room B.

- Hey, Pierce.

How you doing?

- How are you doing?

I brought you some flowers.

- Thanks.

- So how you doing?

- Lousy.

- Yeah.

I heard.

- God. I fucked up.

So bad.

- You didn't fuck up.

It coulda happened to any of us.

- God, that asshole could have killed me.

I guess I'm lucky, huh?

- Can I do anything for you?

Feed your plants?

Water your cat?

- Thanks.

- I'm gonna have to get you

a pair of sunglasses for that black eye.

Does it look that bad?

I'll have you
looking like a rock star.

Dr. Frank Weisman, 2211.

Doctor Weisman, 22...

- You get outta here real quick, okay?

- Diana, can you do me a favor?

Anything.

- Can you catch that prick for me?

- He's top on my list.

Yo man, this is the life.

Say, Julius.

Say, Julius.

Say, Julius.

Easy boy, what do ya got?

- The wound is quite similar
to that of the other victim.

This time, they found the head, but, uh...

Well, take a look for yourself.

It's not exactly a matched set.

Meet Robert Laney.

- The other victim.

- Right.

Dental records. Positive I.D.

- What's going on here?

- I've had blood drinkers
and skin peelers,

but this is a new one on me.

And here's the really weird part.

Histopathology found elements

of a third blood type in Laney's head.

- The perpetrator.

Great.

- I didn't say on his head.

I said in his head.

This is too strange.

- And guess what.

This one was eaten too.

- So we're dealing with a serial killer

who's not only a cannibal,

he injects his victims with his own blood.

- That third blood type,

we haven't been able to classify yet.

- Classify?
- Yeah.

We don't even know if it's human.

Cost $2 million
over the last few years.

Now I'd like to show you
another section of the museum

that's also of great interest.

Uh, if you'd like to step this way...

Thank you.

Step this way, please.

Excuse me, sir.

Sir?

Please, everyone, uh, stand back, please.

Uh, everything's fine.

Will the
owner of a red Buick,

license plate BH1017,

please remove your car from
the emergency entrance?

- Hello, beautiful.

Miss me?

- Busy day for you?

- That's the way I like it.

This one ain't much.

Passed out at the museum.

He came to before we got there.

He didn't want us to
touch him, so we didn't.

Probably hasn't bathed
in a couple of years.

He's got some terrible
kind of skin condition

on the back of his hand.

You can handle it.

- Gee. Thanks so much.

Dr. Jack
Jones, respiratory therapy.

Let's go.

1186, stat.

Sorry, love. Duty calls.

- Oh, leaving me again?

- It's a cold, cruel world, darling.

Ciao.

Dr. Jack
Jones, please call 1186.

- Shit. Shit.

- Dead. Dead.

Dead.

- Syringe, Nurse!

Yes, Doctor.

- Dead.

Dead.

Dead.

Doctor, oh, my God!

Doctor Rina,
please call the operator.

Dr. James Rina, please call the operator.

- Oh!

Oh! Oh, my God.

Yes. Do you have an appointment?

- Well, all right.

Come in.

Come back in 15 minutes, Nurse.

Now, what's
the matter with your...?

- Man, oh, man.

- What's happened?

Now, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I just wanna take a look at your neck.

I can't help you unless
you let me examine you.

Would all
first year nursing students

please report to room
307 at 3.00 p.m. today.

- Dr. Cheever.

Dr. Cheever.

He examines it,
examines it, examines it.

1748,
33s on South Appleton.

What a day.

Krieg?

Yeah?

- What if they're telling the truth?

- Who?
- The witnesses.

- Witnesses never tell the truth.

I'm serious.

- So am I.

- All right.

Then what was Robert Laney's head

doing at the scene of Roosevelt's death?

- I don't know.

Maybe it was part of the killer's ritual.

I don't know.

Maybe.

- Look, the kid's a dope
fiend, the Indian's a wino.

I mean, what?

Are you trying to say that there
are people from outer space

visiting us here? Is that
what you're trying to say?

- No, no. I mean, I don't know.

But sometimes, you wonder.

- Look, look, we home
grow 'em right here.

Look around you.

I mean, we got
enough nutsy fagans here.

I mean, Jesus Christ, we don't
have to import this shit.

Look at it.

- That's what I like about you, Krieg.

You really let me know
what you think, you know?

You don't fuck around.

Hey, watch it, lady.

Unit 22, come
in. Come in, unit 22. Over.

- Unit 22. Over.

218, Unit 22.

In Roten Hospital.

You got another one.

Repeat, 218...

- Yeah, I know what that is.

- Yeah, we're on our way.

Kick it, baby.

Let's go.

Dead? No, not exactly.

All right, come in.

You're a human being now.

- Can I help you?

What can I do for you?

I'll be with you in a moment.

- Are these yours?

- Yes.

- They must be working you hard, Doc.

What was it, a car accident?

- Nosebleed.

Nosebleed?

You're a funny guy, Doc.

Don't worry, I'll take care of these.

Nosebleed.

- I'm a funny guy...

- Hi, Dr. Cheever.

Hi.

Oh, Doctor.

Dr. Cheever.

Dr. Cheever.

Dr. Cheever.

What's the matter with you?

Do whatever the
hell you want to do.

I'm tired of hearing that.

I'm tired of having the same
argument over and over again.

- That stunk.

- What're you talking about?

That was great.

You stink.

Oedipus my wheels?

Oedipus my ass.

- I liked the part about
killing your parents.

- Why shouldn't I wanna kill my parents?

What have they ever done for me?

- You are seriously
twisted, man, you know it?

- Okay, here it is.

- You look like shit!

- I do not.
- Not you, him.

- I look great.

He looks great.

- I do.
- He does.

- You look great.
- I do.

- You sound like shit.

- Fuck you, man.

- We may never find our friends again.

We tried, now, let's eat.

- We don't have any money.

- Oh!
- No problem.

We'll carve out an I.O.U.

Yeah.

- The natives are restless.

- Maybe it's the headhunter.

- Not funny, Lance.

- Head, head, I need my head.

- Now what is it?

- It's Vlad.

Who's Vlad?

- Dr. Cheever's dog.

He's a pain in the ass.

- Well, let's kill it and eat it.

- Well.

I like your new song, Lance.

It's stupid.

Stupid songs sell.

Why don't the rest of you
guys write some songs?

- Make a speech, why don't you?

- Shut up!

- Have some respect for a fellow artist.

- My good man, the sting of your humor

is no more relevant than
that of a butterfly's fart.

- Uh, where're you going?

- I'm gonna go see a man about a horse.

You've gotta go! You've gotta go!

- Open the fucking door, maggots!

What's the matter?

My tummy hurts.

What did you eat?

Everything!

Yeah?

Okay.

3040 Lakeview Terrace.

Yeah, I got it.

Okay.

1632.

- What do you think it is?

- I have no fucking idea.

Unit 22,
repeat that last description.

- Yeah.

Okay, its head belongs
to the dog next door,

and its body, it's a monster.

- A monster?
- Yeah. A monster.

You call Scarcelli, and you wake him up.

Are they sure it's dead?

- Yeah.

- Absolutely sure?

- No pulse, no respiration,
what else is there?

- Could this thing come alive
and rip somebody's head off?

- What do you think?

Send it to the morgue.

- Did you tell Scarcelli
it's a dog headed monster?

- He believes you.

He told me to tell you
to send it to the morgue.

That's where you send dead monsters.

- Come on, kid, I'll buy you a drink.

Come on.

Uh, yeah, a
citizen called at 4940 Stone.

- When I was working sex
crimes down in area 4,

we had this, this young, pretty girl.

She was a runaway.

She said her father had been doing her

and had been doing her for a long time.

She cried, and she
begged us to take her in,

to stay at Audi House.

And I vowed to bring him in.

So we brought him in, and
we turned on the heat.

Turns out he was a substantial joe,

and a loving father, and that
she made the whole thing up.

It gets you.

- Yeah.

Well, listen, it's, uh,
it's late and I'm beat,

so let's solve the problems

of the universe tomorrow, okay, kid?

What do you say?

Okay, Charlie.

- You know your problem?

You got no social life.

- What, do you want me to get married,

and all this would go away?

- No, no, this'll all be the same.

The only difference is,

you'll be driving in a
station wagon to PTA meetings.

- Who'd take care of you, Charlie?

- God.

- Thank you, Joey.

See you later, pal.

Hey. Hey!

What do you think you're doing?

- I'm taking a piss.

What's it to you?

- It's my fucking city, asshole,

not your personal toilet bowl.

Hey.

Get lost.

- I'm a police officer

and you're under arrest
for indecent exposure.

- Hey, look, Officer, I
was just taking a leak, I...

- Wipe it up.
- Huh?

- Wipe it up.

- It's raining!

- Wipe it.

Now.

Look, Officer...

- Hey, you, you, you.

Go on. Get out of here.

It's enough.

Get outta here.

Diana, I wanna talk to you.

- Krieger, I hate when you do that!

I had it under control.

Fuck!

- I think it's time you
went home, Diana.

- I hate that. I hate that shit.

- You're making much too much of this.

I've done it myself, you know.

Dogs piss in the street every day.

- Well, good for dogs, all right?

I wanna go home.

- Okay, kid. Let's go.

Come on.

- Thanks.

- How you doing?

- I'm all right.

- Never a dull moment.

- Not on this job.

Krieger?

I've never killed anybody before.

- It's never easy.

Maybe you ought to take
some time off, kid.

- Ah, I'm okay.

I'm gonna stay.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

It's your call.

- I just finished talking with the FBI.

They wanna talk to you guys.

About what?

- About that thing you found last night.

They don't know what to make of it.

Well, what the
hell do you expect us to do?

- Just explain it away.

- You can't do that.

You have to see it for yourself.

It's not human.

- If it's not human, what is it?

- Detective Pierce, homicide.

Yes.

We'll get over there right away.

Trouble.

That thing we sent Connie,
she thinks it's still alive.

Connie?

We came here as fast as...

Connie?

- Oh, my God.

Oh my god.

- What's going on here?

- It's all right.
Everything's under control.

Call downtown.

Tell Captain Scarcelli to
get his ass down here now.

Will you do that for me, please?

- Right away.
- Thank you.

You all right?

Would you get her some water?

You know all that money

we're spending exploring outer space?

We, we gotta stop.

I, uh, I think my nose is broken.

Fucking bastard!

- Take it easy.

Take it easy.

It's over. It's over.

- We'll take him. FBI.

- You can't kill it!

- It's dead now.

Unit 20, come in.

Unit 20.

Where are they going?

They don't know what they're doing.

- The Feds never do.

- No.

Shoot it!