- 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."
- Calling officer romek.
Calling officer romek.
- Hey, Buddy, how's your new partner doin'?
- Like a veteran. - I was talkin' to Morgan.
- Officer romek's got a really good feel
for the territory, Officer orrin.
- don't be fooled, Morgan.
- How do you like the desk job, orrin?
You gettin' a real feel for that?
- Well, it has its pluses.
For once I get to tell you what to do
and you have to listen.
- I'm sorry, did you say somethin'?
- We got a report of a purse snatchin'
outside the Gilmore bar.
You're to proceed there immediately.
Hear that, romek?
- Somebody has to protect the streets.
Enjoy the paperwork, orrin.
- So, this is the Gilmore district.
- in the flesh.
- It reminds me of the divisions on earth.
The politicians always promisin' to clean em up,
but never do. - hmm.
Sounds like you've been here already.
Come on-- Let's get this over with.
- Where the hell do you think you're goin'?
Get back inside.
All right, everybody.
It's that time again.
You guys, against the wall!
You guys, assume the position!
- Okay. - All right.
- and turn the damn music off!
It's just like a family reunion here.
All right-- On your feet.
Hands on the bar.
I said, on your feet-- Hands on the bar!
Thank you.
Now, it seems a little lady Got separated
from her purse a few minutes ago.
- Hey!
- And me and officer Morgan, would like to bring about
a reunion of sorts.
Now, who wants to be the good citizen?
Morgan, check out the back room.
- Gotcha.
- You guys don't seem to be very cooperative.
What about you guys over here against the wall...
you got anything to say?
- Jane, have another. - Thanks, fredo.
- Oh, yeah-- Give me some more of these.
Listen, did you make these yourself?
- Yeah-- Why?
Is somethin' wrong? - No, no, no, no.
They're not half-Bad.
- Yeah, Yolanda did you ever think
about hirin' ol' fredo out?
I could use a good meal ever once in awhile.
- He doesn't come cheap.
- Let you out, haldane.
- Oh, my own partner.
- The truth hurts, haldane.
- Come on, Estes-- Time for bed.
- I want to stay up with the grown-Ups.
- of course you do, But they don't have exams this week.
- Come on, Estes.
I can be the mum tonight.
I'll Tuck you in. - Okay.
Good night. - Good night, sweetheart.
- Good night. - Good night.
- You can't really be my mom, you know?
- and why's that?
- 'cause you're a human, and I'm a tarn, silly.
- Well, maybe I'll just have to
have my species officially changed.
- You can't do that.
You have to have a baby of your own.
- Good night, sweetie. Hmm.
- Good night.
- How about a bedtime story?
Well, I think it's about time for the slam ball game.
Fredo, why don't you turn on the screen.
- All right-- the stingrays.
- "and from that moment on,
all tarns had a beautiful bone
in the top of the head.
And they still do today."
- I love that story.
- No-No!
Ahhh!
- Honey, what's the matter?
- It's okay, sweetheart.
It's just another bad dream.
- Mommy and Daddy would never let anything bad happen to you.
- So, you know there's nothing to be afraid of.
- Well, we got her purse back.
- Yeah, but she's still gonna be crazy.
Like they say on danai,
"nothin' worse than an empty purse."
- Did you hear that?
- Hear what? - Come on!
Freeze-- police!
- Forget it-- He'll be long gone!
- Is he dead?
- I'd say that was a fair assessment.
- Hey, look.
He dropped a watch. - leave it for forensics.
Orrin, it's romek.
We got a stiff here.
- hold it.
- that our man?
- If my memory serves me right.
Yes, sir.
- Well, then we owe your memory a big vote of thanks.
You just saved us a lot of time.
Romek, see if slomo can get an id from This memory fit.
By the way,
romek tells me you're pretty cool out there.
- to be honest, sir, I was pretty scared, sir.
- Well, scared is sensible.
Look-- do me a favor, will ya?
Just call me Brogan.
- Yes, sir.
- Initials D.C.
- His friends knew him as Danny cav.
- Among other things.
- Everybody knew him.
Small time Hood.
Had his hand in everything.
- Only with Danny it usually case up empty.
- Same as Johnny Mueller.
Two small-Time hustlers.
Both killed with a light Lance.
Both in a week.
- So any theories?
- One thing I've learned over the years,
without facts, I wouldn't give you
two credits for anyone's theories.
You know, to me this smacks of neighborhood wars.
What are you waiting for?
Go find me some facts.
- most of the time, solvin' a murder on demeter
is a piece of cake.
It's weird.
A tarn will walk right in and say, "hey!
I just whopped my neighbor with a slam ball bat."
We follow him home and there's the guy dead.
Right on the lawn.
Tarn starts cryin' like a human.
Five minutes later, we know all there is to know.
- How's it going, haldane?
- Oh, just terrific.
Let's see.
Podly thinks we got some kinda neighborhood war
and now he wants facts.
- Imagine that.
Well, you might get lucky.
- Castle, how many times do I have tell you?
Luck has nothin' to do with it.
- Kay, partner.
Time to round up the usual suspects.
- Good luck.
- right.
- Hey, lieutenant?
Miss datch, "demeter news."
She's on her way down from bay two.
Uh, tell her I don't have time.
- Tell her-- I don't know.
- Tell her what a wonderful time
we had at your place last night.
- Uh, Morgan?
If slomo gets an I.D. On that memory fit,
let me know, okay?
- Sure thing, Brogan.
- Sergeant fredo!
Where's the lieutenant?
- Uh, you just missed him.
He, uh, he had to run.
- I bet he did.
- Officer Morgan, I have cross-Referenced
your memory fit.
If your recollections are to be relied upon,
your suspect's name is mas maharg.
- Mas maharg?
I know that name.
- Brogan-- Wait up!
- Go away, datch-- We're in a hurry.
- Two minutes! - Journalists.
Don't you just love 'em?
- I didn't know you cared, haldane.
- I don't.
- Tell me about your serial killer.
- Sorry, you lost me.
- You always did have a lousy sense of direction, Brogan.
So, if it's not a serial killer, what is it?
Neighborhood wars?
- It's police business.
- Oh, don't be stupid, Brogan.
You know, it can do a lot of damage
if we don't have the full story.
- You threatenin' me, datch?
- Absolutely not.
But you know me, lieutenant.
The word, "no" and I never have been what you call,
"close friends."
- Yeah, well it's about time you got acquainted.
- Well, if you don't mind, we'd like to leave now.
Step back.
Bye-Bye.
- You really have to practice telekinetics, Estes.
It's not something that you can do
if you're thinking about something else.
- Come on, Estes-- don't be lazy.
You don't want to fail your exam, do you?
- No!
- Now, watch daddy.
- You see?
It requires total concentration.
If you don't give it your full attention,
you'll lose control.
- See?
It's easy.
Now, you try again.
- Total concentration, sweetheart.
- No!
No!
- Ah!
- Oh no!
Oh! - Ahh-Ahh!
- Oh!
- Fredo, try and stop it!
- What is it, sweetheart?
What's the matter?
- Oh!
- Call the doctor, fredo.
- Request emergency contact immediately.
- You know, after all these years,
I'm still amazed at what people'll do to each other.
- Not as amazed as the victims.
- Romek? - Yes, lieutenant?
-You got anything maharg yet?
- Not a thing.
But we're working on it.
- All right.
You guys finished? - Yeah.
That's all we need. - Bag him.
- Yeah, we all die sooner or later.
Yep.
- Yes, sir.
- a lot of people try to figure it out.
Me... I don't bother.
It's your time or it isn't.
That's all.
He'd be 52 tomorrow.
I know because we had the same birthday.
You don't forget somethin' like that.
- You know the victim, sir?
- Uh-Uh-- I knew him.
- Would you mind answering a few questions?
- Before I answer any questions,
uh, could I have a moment with Lam?
Uh, that's his name.
- right.
- Sure.
Just don't touch anything.
- You're very kind.
How was the end, Lam?
Was it painful, hmm?
Because no matter how much you suffered you no good--
- Whoa-Whoa, sir!
Sir, whoa!
Whoa-Whoa!
- This is merciful compared to the way I'm suffering now.
First time in 15 years I win big at Gilmore raceway,
and-And what does he do?
He-He gets himself killed, so he doesn't have to pay me!
He doesn't have to pay any of his clients!
- Wait a minute-Wait a minute- Wait a minute!
This guy was a bookey?
- Nah, he was a lousy bookey.
But he was my friend.
- It's so good to see your face, Sally.
We can't seem to get a straight answer
out of the doctor.
We're just so worried about her.
- we haven't slept since She was admitted.
- It's all right, Yolanda.
The staff here are the best in the city.
I just wanted to explain something to you
about children in Estes' condition.
Okay, they're facing an ENORMOUS internal struggle.
A part of them can't get away from whatever it is
they've just experienced, and a part of them
desperately wants to get back to normality.
That's where I come in.
The purpose of post-Trauma therapy is to help children
like Estes get back on their feet.
- She's in good hands, honey.
- Her telekinetics exam is at the end of the week.
I don't know if you knew that.
They may be able to reschedule.
I mean, I suppose I could ask them!
Oh, oh-Ho.
- She's gonna be all right.
Oh.
- right.
John Mueller.
- No known gang affiliations.
- Danny cav.
- Ditto on the gang affiliations.
- Lam Sidney.
- Etcetera, etcetera.
- All three d.O.A.
All three with multiple lacerations
around the face, neck, and shoulders.
- And what does the world of science
have to say about this, Officer Carson?
- Not a lot, sir. - Huh.
Well, that's more than we got.
- Well, the victims are all different species.
And now that we know none of them had any connections
with gangs-- - Sort of shoots down
my "Neighborhood wars," theory, huh?
- It would appear so, sir.
In any case, multiple lacerations like these
suggest to me crimes of obsession.
If you're trying to get rid of something
that you can't get rid of,
say something from your past--
- You mutilate the memory.
- I think we may be dealing with a classic serial killer.
- Well, that's another theory.
All right.
Let's have one more look at the prime suspect.
- Mas maharg.
Long record of violent crime.
No fixed abode.
Presumed based in the Gilmore district.
- Yeah, but we sure as hell can't find him.
- that's not what I want to hear, romek!
I want every informant, every Petty thief,
everybody's damn mother Questioned if necessary!
This guy has got to be found!
Now, get to it!
- Uh, captain?
I've got a suggestion.
- Whatever it takes.
- Iona datch, news at noon?
Well, if it isn't my favorite lieutenant.
- How you doin', datch?
- Oh, the polite approach.
Sounds suspiciously like you kneed a favor, Brogan.
- You must be part tarn.
Look, I'll cut to the Chase.
You were right.
It's not neighborhood wars.
We got ourselves a serial killer.
- So, tell me something I don't know.
- We got a suspect. - I'm listening.
- I want his face plastered all over the news.
- Oh, well I'd really like to help you, lieutenant,
but I've just gone and gotten acquainted with word, "no."
- It's not the time, datch.
Do you want the story, or not?
- Okay, but I don't owe you for this.
You're using me.
Just like you say I use you.
- Well, I'll take that as a compliment.
- don't.
- I'm not sure if you can hear me, Estes.
But I think you can.
All you have to do
is listen and tell me when something sounds good.
Now, that's not too tough, is it?
You're mother tells me you like ice cream.
- It's her favorite human food.
- at a place near here they just got a shipment
of fizzy chip cookie dough.
And if you want some, all you have to do is say so.
I mean, I can be back in five minutes tops.
Or you can come with me if you like.
- Come on, sweetheart.
You know how much you love ice cream.
- why don't you think about it,
and we'll sit here and keep you company for awhile.
- Spaceport departure in one hour.
In one hour.
- I don't know what romek's been tellin' you,
but murder in demeter city
is one of the most difficult crimes for us to solve.
- Three men are dead, zipload.
- So-- Why talk to me?
- You'd be amazed. - You could help.
You could be next.
- Well, we'd find some guy lyin' face down on his lawn.
Nobody saw anything nobody heard anything.
Nobody knows anything about it.
- See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil.
- More or less.
Only we don't have monkeys in demeter.
- You don't need 'em.
Evil is evil.
- Brogan, we just got a tip.
Somebody spotted maharg at a soup kitchen
near the Gilmore.
- Mas maharg, D.C.P.D.
You're under arrest--
Brogan!
- Freeze!
- Police!
Out of the way!
Get out of the way!
- Move-- Get out of the way!
- Ahh!
- Don't even think about it!
- Morgan!
Tell Morgan to stop!
Hold it right there, pal.
- Somebody read him his rights!
- Why bother?
- Because that's what separates us from them.
- You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be reported
and used against you.
- How is she?
- She's doing just fine.
Is that Estes' doll? - She certainly is.
- I thought it might be.
You know, Estes, you might be able to help me out.
I think your doll wants to go home.
I mean, if I was a doll this isn't exactly the place
that I would want to be.
But the problem is that I don't speak
doll talk anymore.
It's been way too long.
And I need someone who does and that way,
I'll know what she wants to do.
Will you help me?
- She'd be a lot happier at home, sweetheart.
- In her own room.
- In her own bed.
- With her mommy and daddy to take care of her.
I think she'd like that, don't you?
Well.
Maybe she isn't your doll.
Maybe she belongs to some other little girl.
We'll just have to go and find her.
- She's mine.
- I thought it might be.
- and I thought about it.
- about what, baby?
- I would like some fizzy chip Cookie dough ice cream now.
- of course, honey.
You can have as much as you like.
- Okay, maharg.
It's just a routine question and answer session.
You had 'em before.
For the record, I'm reminding that anything you say or think
can be recorded and used against you
in a court of law.
Ready?
- Willing and able.
- Okay.
Name?
Date of birth?
Address?
Occupation?
How we doin'?
- Well, I'm having no problem reading him, lieutenant.
- Good. - But, um--
- Did you have anything to do with a murder
of a human named John Mueller?
Did you have anything to do with the murder of a tarn
named Danny cav?
Did you have anything to do
with a murder of a creon named Lam Sidney?
Okay, what's he thinkin'.
- Well, it's not what you'd expect.
- It rarely is.
Let's hear it.
- Yes, sir.
Another day, another night, another meal to cook.
I just got home.
The kids are crazed, I'd normally be shook.
The company will be here in an hour's time or less,
but I'm not gonna worry, 'cause I only have to dress.
Thank you for kapeck soup.
Heats right up in the pack.
- What the hell is that?
- Jingle.
I hear it on my way to work all the time.
Another day, another night, another meal--
- What does it mean?
- Well, it means he's hungry, lieutenant.
Very, very hungry.
- What have you got? - Nothing.
Maharg's a psycho all right,
but we can't prove he's the killer.
- What about the light Lance?
- Well, we gotta wait for Carson
to get the analysis back,
and if that's inconclusive,
unless a witness shows up
we're gonna have to let him walk.
- We'll harbor that moon when we get to it, Brogan.
In the meantime, why don't you do something
that you haven't done in awhile.
Get home at a reasonable hour.
- You're home early.
- I can leave if you want.
- No, it's just that, uh, I'm not ready.
- You look ready to me.
- Hmmm.
- I miss 'em, but I'm glad the kids are away tonight.
- mmm.
I finally got Estes to talk about her nightmares to me.
- that's great-- How is she?
- Good.
Her dreams are so violent.
Oh, um, oh, they remind me of those old slasher movies
that were outlawed on earth.
- doesn't sound like a tarn.
- No... I know.
Her nightmares are-Are so specific.
She doesn't just see somebody murdered.
I mean, she sees the Lance, she sees the wound,
she even described the victim's watch
and-And the initials on it.
Yeah-- I've never had a case like it.
- Um, what were the initials?
- I don't know.
- can you try to remember, it's important.
- Oh, um, d... Uh, d-D-C, I think.
- How the hell would Estes know that?
- What do you mean?
- The only thing that I can think of
is that she's been picking up the killer's thoughts.
Maybe even seeing through his eyes
with her paramental eye.
- I never heard of that.
- Well, it's rare in adults,
But tarn children are more sensitive.
Less interference if you know what I mean.
- Let me take a look, sweetheart.
- ahhh!
No-No-No!
- It's impossible. - What?
- She's seeing maharg.
- Eighty-Eighth? - Orrin, quick.
- Where's maharg?
- I don't know, lieutenant.
We had to release him a couple of hours ago.
- What the hell for?
- Carson got the Lance analysis back.
It didn't match the one that killed the others.
We had nothin' to hold him on.
- Okay, thanks.
- No-No!
- I'll get the nurse. - No-No!
- It's okay, baby.
It's okay-- Take it easy.
- Come back to us.
Please don't leave us again.
- Drop it!
- Ugh, ugh, ugh.
- You know the routine.
There's no virtue without temptation.
Have you ever heard that before?
I prefer to think there's no virtue without justice.
Waste like you needs to learn
there are consequences for your actions.
- argh!
- Anything you say can be recorded
and may be used in a court of law!
You have the right to have an attorney present!
You have the right to remain... silent!
- How's she doing?
- Not very well.
I can't get her to respond to anything.
- I'm sure she will.
You're doing a great job, Sally.
- Yeah, well it's not good enough.
I'll see you guys.
- Come on, fellas-- Stay with me, huh?
You got to be there.
- Oh, no-- What she doing here?
- Who knows?
- So, there you have it.
A little tarn girl under armed guard
lies in a coma at demeter city hospital.
Is she in communication with the Gilmore serial killer?
Is she the witness who will solve this case?
Only time will tell.
Iona datch at 13 O'clock.
This is the news at noon.
- Uh-Ya.
Come.
- Have a minute, captain?
- No, but come in anyway.
- Uh, I was wondering.
Did you have a chance to look over the report
about maharg's death? - Yeah, I've read it.
- listen.
I know there's not a lot we can do
about things sometimes.
I mean, I couldn't ask for two better officers
than Jane, took.
But we're never really safe, are we?
I mean, I just watched the news.
- Yeah-- Okay.
- Captain?
- Prepare the medical center for reception.
We've got a protective custody situation.
- Uh, yes sir.
- Okay?
- Thanks.
- Uh, lieutenant?
Miss Datch from news at noon wants to speak with you.
- Not as much as I want to speak with her.
Where is she?
- Uh, I had her wait in the coffee room.
- Is there somethin' wrong with you?
How could you put a little girl in jeopardy like that?
- What are you talking about?
I reported a story from a tip you gave me.
- I never said anything about a tarn girl.
- doesn't mean she doesn't have anything to do
with the story.
You're not my only source.
- that's what I like about you, datch.
You make up your own rules.
- No, Brogan.
The rules have been around for light years.
They're called, "freedom of the press."
- Oh, right.
You don't know the whole story.
We don't even know if the little girl is a witness.
Let me tell you something.
If anything happens to that little girl--
- Is that a threat, Brogan?
- You better believe it.
- Patrick Brogan, married-- Two children.
You haven't missed a house payment in over five years,
but you've been late twice though.
Your credit rating is okay.
Most of your neighbors thinks you keep pretty strange hours,
but only one thinks it's because
you're having an affair.
- Where the hell did you get that information?
- I'm a journalist.
It's important I know who I'm talking to.
I've got a file on every cop in this case.
Have a look at this.
Go on.
It-it probably is just a coincidence,
I don't know for sure yet.
You see, I try not run the stories
'til I've double checked the facts.
I want you to know that.
And I try to apologize when I make a mistake.
Sorry about the little girl.
- Datch?
If I didn't know any better,
I'd almost think you had a conscience.
- I'll take that as a compliment.
- don't.
- When This is over,
you'll have all the fizzy chip Cookie dough ice cream
you could possibly want.
- How you doin', sweetheart?
- She's doin' just great.
- Jane and took have gone off duty.
But there will be a guard on the door 26 hours a day.
First shift will be here any moment.
- Thank you, fredo. - No, thank you.
- Reporting for duty, sergeant.
- What's up?
- I'm just going down to the coffee room.
Can I bring you anything?
- No, thanks-- I'm fine.
- Okay.
- according to this, a year before Morgan transferred here
there were five murders in his precinct.
All small-Time hoods.
Killer never apprehended,
uh, however Morgan received a commendation from bravery.
- What?
- Call up his personnel file.
- Yeah.
- What are you doing?
What are you doing?
No-- Stop it!
No!
- Four more Lance murders in his training precinct.
All small-Time hoods.
Killer never found.
Morgan singled out again.
- This is not a coincidence.
- Romek, where's Morgan?
- He's on guard duty outside the medical room.
- No!
- You killed all those people, didn't you'?
- They weren't people.
- They were just like you and me.
- No-- They're waste.
- It's locked.
- Morgan!
It's Brogan!
Unlock the door!
Morgan!
What happens now, Morgan?
- Whatever's necessary, sir.
- I want you to let her go.
- I don't think that's necessary.
- I'll shoot.
- You wouldn't do that.
We're on the same side.
- Give me the gun, Morgan.
- The things that motivate me are the same things
that motivate you.
- there's no way out.
- How long you been a cop, Brogan?
- Let her go! - Twenty years?
- I want you to do it now.
- I've only been a cop for three,
and I already know much more than you'll ever know.
If you want to get rid of the crime,
get rid of the criminals!
- It's over, Morgan.
- the funny thing is, the criminals at least
know what they're doing out there.
They just don't care.
Now, cops like you, you act like you care,
but you just don't do anything to stop it!
And that's worse!
- Hands behind your head!
Do it-- now!
Turn around-- Face the wall!
Cuff him and read him his rights!
- It's all right, sweetheart.
It's all right.
It's all over.
There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.
Your nightmare is over.
- Hey, orrin!
Put that pencil down.
Now, that Morgan's out of the picture,
you can get back to doin' some real police work.
If you still remember how.
- Didn't the captain tell ya?
Fredo is takin' some time off to be with his daughter.
I'm acting sergeant.
- Get outta here! - Really.
- Where you goin'? - On patrol.
Somebody has to protect the streets.
- What about me?
- Come on, partner-- Let's go.
- Ah, I knew you were just kiddin' me all the time.
- Castle?
What are you doin' tonight?
I know this great soup kitchen.
- Sorry, haldane.
I've already got a date with my therapool.
- Okay, I'll get the soup and I'll meet you there.
- I don't think so.
- Why do I bother to ask?
- Because one of these days you might just get lucky.
- Castle, luck has nothing to do with it.
- How about 8 O'clock?
At the soup kitchen.
- I'll settle for that.
- I was pretty scared, but I really concentrated hard.
Just like you said.
And I got an "a."
- We're proud of you, sweetheart.
But we'd be proud of you no matter what score you got.
I'll get it.
- Now, let's open your present!
Ta-Dum!
Motionary ii.
- Oh, no!
I mean, thanks.
Motionary ii.
- whenever you're ready.
- Hi. - Hi.
- Hey, guys-- Come on in.
- Oh.
I brought something for you.
- fredo!
- There you go. - Wow!
Fizzy Chip cookie dough.
- that's right.
As much as you can eat.
There's more in mom's freezer.
I think you'll need a spoon.
Mmm.
Is it as good as it looks?
- Great. - Great.