Space Precinct (1994) s01e14 Episode Script

- the name's Brogan, lieutenant Brogan.
For 20 years I was with the n.
Y.
P.
D.
Now Well, let's just say "I transferred to another precinct.
" - Yeah.
- I'm waiting for a friend.
- Hey, lookin' good tonight, honey.
Not on this planet, pal.
Take a hike.
- Yeah, go ahead.
Lose the hair, sister.
This ain't your night, pal.
Hey, nice.
- Thanks.
- Like the Palm tree.
Yeah.
- He's right.
You're lookin' good tonight.
- Thanks.
- Wanna dance, honey? - Sure.
- You're up, Donna.
I'll catch you later.
Can I help you? Police! Hold it right there! I said, "Freeze!" Now put your hands up where I can see them.
Walker, I've got him.
Walker! Where the hell are you!? - Pigeon? Pigeon, hold on.
- damn! - Out of my way! Police! Move! Move-- Police! Get out of my way! Oh, no.
- Yeah, so the next thing I know this gigantic humanoid has got me by the throat and holding me two feet off the ground.
- Only two? - Brogan, we got an officer down.
East parallel road.
The taunt night club.
- We're on it.
Who's the officer, fredo? - Uh, not one of ours.
She was with the 79th, working under cover.
- You better send some back up, fredo.
Crowd control could be a problem.
- Took and Casper are on their way, lieutenant.
- Come on Womack! I quit the streets.
You know that.
I'm a physical therapist.
- Yeah, and I'm the Duke of danai.
- Why thank you, your highness.
- Please.
- man, I am so glad today is over with.
- Ah, I hear ya.
- Hey, orrin? Womack? - Pretend we didn't hear him.
- I know you heard me.
- Hey! Sergeant fredo! - Oh, for cryin' out loud.
We only got half an hour left 'til the end of our shift.
- Then you better get moving.
- a peeper! I don't believe it! - Believe it.
Everyone else is on a homicide.
Now get going.
The lady sounded pretty upset.
- Ahh.
- Hi, boys-- Mm-Wah.
- All right, we got everybody here.
Line them all up, so I can ask questions in a minute.
- cuff me, lady.
I'm all yours.
- I don't think that'll be necessary, sir.
- Where's Walker? - He's at the bar.
- Lieutenant, how long is this gonna take? Is there some broad estimate you could give me? I'm trying to run a business.
- and I'm trying to run a murder investigation.
Now you get the hell away from me-- now.
You Brogan? - Yeah, I'm lieutenant Brogan.
- Well, I'm lieutenant Walker.
What kept ya? - I'm officer haldane.
It's nice to meet you too.
- Look, uh, I'm sorry about your partner.
- Oh, how sweet.
And what a crock.
- All righty, now that we've gone through the introductions, why don't you show us the crime scene? - He's really very clever, you know? First, he traps her here.
But then like an animal, he keeps moving, circling, stalking in a way.
Then he kills her.
- You know this guy? - Oh, yeah.
- You've seen him? - I'll know when I do.
It's his third strike this week.
All dancers.
All in the club district.
Same m.
O.
Exactly.
- Yeah, we heard.
- Sounds like it might be a serial killer.
- Oh, nice work, Officer.
Now you keep that up, one day you might even make lieutenant like us big boys! - Uh, Jack you want to see what Jane and took are up to? - Not really.
- Do it anyway.
So where the hell were you when you're partner was being murdered? - Obviously, I didn't get here in time, okay? - Uh-huh.
- I was on the wrong side of the dance floor, okay? I was out of position.
Now look.
Are you gonna assist me with this guy, or not? - I'm not assisting you in anything, lieutenant.
This is my case.
- the hell it is! - Maybe you hadn't noticed it, but this club's in the 88th precinct.
- Oh, oh, right.
And we should've cleared our operation with your people first.
Is that it? Look, Brogan.
Sorry.
Lieutenant Brogan.
If you're so hung up on procedure, join the army.
I'm lookin' for a murderer here and now he's a cop killer.
Hold it.
Sorry, kiddo.
- Nice guy.
- Chloe Vincent.
Well, we were at police academy together.
Same class.
- Sorry, ladies.
We're closed.
- Freeze! It's him! - Ahhh! - Get out of my way! - Ahhh! - Walker! - Did you see him? - What-- who? - Damn! - I-I don't see no peeper.
- Probably wishful thinkin' on her part.
You know what I'm sayin'? - Thank goodness you're here.
- Uh, you, uh, reported a voyeur miss-- - Mrs.
Kroze.
My husband's out of town.
- All right.
Come on out.
- Now you wouldn't want us to come in there after ya, would ya? - I guess he would.
- Ugh.
Ugh.
- I'll hold the light.
- Yeah, what a guy.
- oh! - What is that? - I think it's love.
Oh! - He says he sees the killer at the taunt.
But before I can catch him, the so-Called suspect disappears into thin air.
Captain, Walker's a loose Cannon.
- You were there, too? Did you see anything? - Just a jerk masquerading as a police, lieutenant, sir.
- haldane! The man just lost his partner! What's your excuse? - Let's put it this way, if there was a suspect in the club, I didn't see him.
- Yeah, well I did.
And if you people would do you job, like checking the security recordings of the taunt, then you'd see him too.
- Well, as a matter of fact, lieutenant, our r.
S.
A.
Unit is reviewing the recordings right now.
- Yeah, so is there anything else you want to tell us about how to do out job? - All right! That's enough! You're all professionals, act like it! Now lieutenant, your captain tells me I can expect your full cooperation.
- Yeah.
- So what have you got? - a possible lead.
I've set a meeting for tomorrow.
- Captain, we've got the autopsy report on Chloe Vincent.
You're gonna love this.
Cause of death.
None found.
- Cause of death, none found.
- I told you.
It's exactly like the other two.
- Carson, how can that be? - Well, sometimes it happens in elderly couples.
One dies.
A little later the other one goes too.
No heart attack.
No respiratory failure.
No internal bleeding.
They just lose the will to live.
- So what are you telling me? Lieutenant Walker's partner lost her will to live? - I can believe that.
- go home, gentleman.
Get a good night's rest.
Tomorrow will be here soon enough.
- I can hardly wait.
- Demeter shuttle arriving at 2600 hours.
- It's nice to see that I am not the only one around there who puts in long hours.
- Whatever makes you feel good, slomo.
- It was not a feeling.
Just an observation.
Officer castle, here is your hard copy of the bio you requested.
Lieutenant verro Walker.
- Thanks, slomo.
- Later.
- Lieutenant Walker worked at the 79th for ten years.
Five years in homicide.
Took a compulsory leave of absence last year for stress.
- Stress? Well maybe that explains it.
Walker's mind was really muddled when I read him at the club.
Like a book where the letters kept changing.
There was nothing you could've done about Chloe.
- I know.
That's the problem.
- Hey-- Can you guys give me a ride home? - When are you gonna get that burned out bucket of yours repaired? - Why, to give up the pleasure of your company? - Come on.
- Chloe Vincent, an office from the 79th Precinct was killed earlier tonight at the taunt.
The new downtown hot spot.
Late night news has learned that the circumstances surrounding officer Vincent's death were strikingly similar to those of last week's victims.
Leaving little doubt that a serial killer is at large in demeter city.
- Swell.
Hi, I didn't hear you come in.
- Ahh.
You're up late.
- Ah, I couldn't sleep.
Hungry? - Nah, I'll get something.
- Did you know Chloe Vincent? - She was a classmate of Jane's.
Be back in a minute.
- Sorry, fellas.
Wish I could help, but you know the rules.
All undocumented animals are destroyed.
We just don't have the facilities.
- Thanks a lot, pal.
- I told you Womack.
There's nothin' we can do.
- Come on, orrin.
Where's your sense of humanity? - Hey! What the-- will you give me that? Come on! Give me that! Hey! Come on.
Come on.
Yeah.
That's it.
Come on.
All right.
All right.
Hey, thanks.
Well, if we can't take him someplace to have him put down, what are we gonna do with him? Yeah, I know-- I know.
- Patrick? Is that you? No! No! - Honey? - Oh, wow! That was a bad one.
- Nightmare? - Mmm-hmm.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
Your mother just had a bad dream.
- Cool.
What about? - Never mind.
Go back to bed.
- What was that all about? - Mom had a nightmare.
- Really? What about? - Never mind.
Go back to bed.
- Oh.
- You okay? - I'm fine.
Oh, he was so close.
He was touching me.
- Who was? - I don't know.
Someone.
Something.
It was awful.
Somehow I had the feeling it's that guy who's been killing all those women.
Oh.
- So Walker did see someone.
- Slomo? - I have cross linked with interplanetary.
Species unidentified.
No matches found.
- Broaden the search parameters.
- Yes, try everything.
On world.
Off world.
The last 100 years.
The last 200 years.
Whatever.
- Oh, uh, mmm, no.
- Sorry, slomo.
I just want to get this guy, you know? - Match found.
- What? - Your request was to scan all files within the last 200 years.
Match from 98 years ago.
- Ninety-eight years? - You're kidding! Let me see the file! - Ersweelan.
Hair covered biped from MELA star system.
Non-Sentient.
Odd.
- Come on, slomo.
We haven't got all day.
- Okay.
Visual print scan queue lock.
Now on screen.
- Not him! The guy from 98 years ago.
- That is him.
There is no mistake.
- String of mysterious homicides.
All nearly a 100 years ago.
All victims young women.
Suspect never apprehended.
Last name: Kmada.
First name: Enil.
- Enil kmada? - You've heard of him? - Yeah, macke.
- What are you talking about? - Anyone who was brought up in our star system has heard of kmada.
He's an urban legend.
The kind of, you know, like a boogey man.
My sister used to threaten me with horrible stories about him.
- Yes, But the boogey man doesn't exist.
This guy's for real.
- Then kmada's back.
- So are you gonna tell us who we're meeting, or is this just gonna be your little secret? - She's an informant.
Maybe you've heard about 'em.
They give the police information, which helps with criminal case? - Really? - And maybe you've heard about professional conduct.
- Hey, you guys want to knock it off? I'm trying to land this thing in pea soup.
Hey.
- Lieutenant Walker! - 'Kay, let me handle this.
I'm Walker.
You mags serpell? - Uh-huh.
- You got something for us? - Okay.
I'm a club girl.
Damocles, otras, the hot tub, the taunt.
I work 'em all.
- Yeah, I-I get the picture.
What's your point? - Your guy.
The one you're lookin' for? I've seen him.
Even talked to him.
- Oh, yeah? What'd he say.
- Oh, you know.
Stuff.
Things you'd like to know.
- Okay.
What do you want? - Well I figure since I'm here doin' somethin' nice for you, maybe you should do somethin' nice for me first, okay? - No, no.
No, you play, then we pay.
- What'd he look like? - Uh, it was dark.
You know? I didn't really get a good look at him.
- Let's go.
- that's great, Walker.
Got anymore dynamite leads.
- Lieutenant-- Wait! Listen.
Uh, I'm kinda strapped.
You couldn't spot me a couple of credits, could you? I'd make it worth your while.
- Get outta here.
Oh.
- Brogan? We've come up with the positive I.
D.
On the killer.
- Well at least somethin' goin' right today.
What do you got, castle? - Change your mind, lieutenant? Ahh! - Brogan! It's him! It's our guy! - Where?! - I lost him! - I'm checkin' this way.
Freeze! - She's dead.
- Brogan he's disappeared.
Hold your position.
I'm on my way.
Walker you-- Walker! Walker! Damn it! Haldane, stay put! Officer needs assistance.
Fourteen twenty jupiter wharf.
It's a scrap metal yard.
Haldane? Haldane? - Right here.
So where's Mr.
Personality.
- Ya got me.
Walker? Walker, what's your position.
- Uh, I don't know.
I'm next to some kind of tower.
Oh.
I'd tell ya This guy is giving me some kind of headache.
- All right-- You stay put.
We'll come to you.
Walker! - There's the tower he was talkin' about.
- Walker! Where the he-- - What the hell's goin' on? - He's gone.
- It's weird.
We go to meet Walker's informant and kmada shows up? - Yeah, maybe she knew more than we thought.
- Brogan, she didn't know squat.
- All the same.
She's dead.
- Nobody set eyes on enil kmada for almost a century.
At first we thought we were dealing with a copycat killer, but according to Carson it's the same guy.
Or an exact clone.
- Kmada's back? Is this a joke? - No, this is no joke, pal.
He's for real.
- Officer took is currently researching additional information regarding kmada's origins.
- Oh, I love this job.
- I'm sorry, uh, we're closed.
Oh, all right! We're open.
- Well, the one thing we do know is that all four of the victims were killed in the club area, so we shall concentrate our efforts there.
Now, there are 11 clubs situated along the east end of parallel road.
The 79th Precinct will handle the shaded area, and the 88th will take all the rest.
Lieutenants Walker and Brogan will coordinate the operation from the taunt.
Sergeant? - All right, folks.
Here are your assignments.
Orrin and Womack, the hot tub.
Testook and manrovia, the damocles.
Kovina and simian, otras.
- What about our furry friend? - He'll be fine.
Relax-- Nobody ever goes in that storage room.
- Oh, did you find him anything to eat? - Yeah, your dinner.
- What? - It doesn't matter what your machines say, Officer.
It can't be him.
- humor me, Mr.
Perry.
- All right.
Ah.
Ah.
So let's see.
Kmada, kmada.
Ah, here we are.
Let's see now.
"and so it came to be, "that the souls of the macke we're lost.
"and they were condemned to live out their lives "in the bodies of others.
" - You're losing me, Mr.
Perry.
Are you saying that a macke lives Inside someone else? - Precisely.
It needs, uh, uh, a host.
It sort of hibernates in them without their knowledge.
- And eventually it kills the host, right? - Uh, no.
No.
The-the host is the only one it can't kill.
It needs a host to stay alive.
- So why does it have to kill at all? - Uh, macke needs life force to sustain it.
When its supply runs out, it awakens to feed, to-to kill.
And it carries on killing until it has taken on enough life force to resume its hibernation.
Of course, you know This is all, uh, purely academic.
It says here that every host was wiped out during the "great purge.
" They loaded them all on a ship and-And fired it into the suns.
That was nearly a century ago.
- Yeah, well they missed one.
Look at it, Mr.
Perry.
It's kmada.
I know it and you know it.
- Officer, there are no more macke.
- Tell that to the four girls he's killed in the last week.
- So how's life in the fast Lane, haldane? - No sign of our boy, Brogan, but this place is jumpin'.
- How's Jane bearin' up? She's fine.
I'm watchin' her every move.
- I'll bet you are.
- What else? - Uh, when a macke leaves to feed, it's host experiences extreme pain.
But it must stay close to its host at all times.
Even when feeding.
The macke and it's host were to be inextricably intertwined for life.
Like two beings with one soul.
- Two beings? Oh, great sempter.
When I read Walker's mind at the taunt.
- Officer! There's more! - Keep your mind on your work, Officer.
The night isn't over yet.
- Stay out of my face, Walker.
I know my job.
- That was so degrading.
Don't say anything.
I know where you live.
- look, I was just gonna say that I appreciate what you're doing.
- anyone of us would do the same thing if you're shoes.
- You're welcome to 'em.
I don't understand how they can do it.
- What have I done? - Yeah-- Brogan? - Brogan, where is Walker? - at the bar.
- You got to get him out of there.
- Whoa, slow down, took.
- there isn't time to explain.
You got to trust me.
Kmada lives inside Walker.
- What? - Kmada! Hold it right there! - Ah, ah, ah! - Police! Get down! - No! - Don't move! - Give it up, kmada! - Ahh! - Well, come on.
You know what you have to do.
Shoot me.
- Walker, you don't want me to do that.
- Well you never have a better excuse.
Come on, damn it! Shoot! Walker, I can't! - Don't Walker! - No! - Hang in there, pal.
Get away! Give him some air! - This is haldane! We've got an OFFICER down at the taunt.
Send medical assistance.
- I got him.
- He never got out of the ambulance.
I was with him the whole time.
- What about kmada? - I don't know.
He must have died inside Walker.
- All right, lieutenant.
Go home.
You can file your report in the morning.
- Thanks, captain.
It's been a long night.
- So if Walker dies, kmada dies too? - He needs Walker in order to survive.
- don't tell us, haldane.
You need a ride home.
- Walker didn't make it.
Brogan was with him in the ambulance when he died.
- poor man.
- Officer took, call on com nine.
- ahh! - Mr.
Perry! - Officer, I-I'm glad I found you.
I couldn't remember if it was the 84th or the 48th, or the-- - Yeah, well, you found me.
What's in your mind? - Kmada.
I was trying to tell you when you left.
When a macke's host dies, it doesn't guarantee that the macke dies, too.
- Well, what are you saying? - Macke can only survive without a host for a few seconds.
So if it senses that its host is dying, it immediately finds a new one.
If there is anyone nearby.
- the hunt for the serial killer has ended today in the death of both the killer, and unfortunately, another policeman from the 79th precinct.
Lieutenant verro Walker.
No further details are available at this time.
- This is getting to be a habit.
- Hi.
- Hi.
You okay? I just heard.
- I've been better.
- Are you hungry? - Uh, yeah.
I guess I am.
- Let me-- - It's okay.
I'll-I'll find something.
- Brogan! You gotta get out of there! Get away from your family! Kmada is not dead! He's with you now, Brogan.
- Haldane? - Just get out of there now! And he's got to go with you! - Patrick? - Come on! Whatever the hell you are! Come on! Get back in there! Ohh! Clear everyone out of level one.
Have slomo meet me at the docking bay airlock.
- I don't like this, Brogan.
- that's an order, haldane.
I'm gonna get this monster one way or another.
- Lieutenant Brogan, you requested that I meet you here.
- that's right, slomo.
I want you to discharge your auxiliary power packs into my arm.
- Your request is in breach of safety regulations.
I require authorization.
- I'm a lieutenant, slomo.
I authorize it.
- Duly logged, lieutenant Brogan.
I'm obliged to advise you that such a charge may prove fatal to humans.
- Just do it! - Yes, sir.
Ready? - Do it! Oh! No! - I'll rescue in three seconds.
One one thousand.
Two one thousand.
Go! - Slomo, scan your neural net for any new data.
- I am detecting an anomalous program in my primary I.
O.
Sector.
Correction.
The program is now relocating.
- delete it, slomo! Delete it now! - No, no, uh, uh, no.
Program deleted.
- Come on! - Clear! - Nothing.
- Clear.
- Nothing! - Clear.
- Yes! - Brogan.
Come on! Come on! - did I, uh did I mention that I love this job? - I checked with the 79th and apparently about a month ago, Walker tried to prevent the suicide of a deep sea Sander, who was accused of murdering the rest of the crew.
Well, that would explain how kmada got into Walker's body in the first place.
Call me stupid, but-- - Ooh, don't tempt me.
- I still don't exactly get how this whole slomo thing worked.
- Well, slomo's neural net mimics a living organism, right? - Right.
- So when Brogan died, kmada needed another host.
Slomo was the only one available.
- Kind of like hit the delete button, and Bye-Bye bad guy.
- Yeah.
- Hmm, a delete button.
- Not gonna work on me.
I'm hittin' escape.
Later, guys.
- Hey, haldane? Don't you need a ride? - No.
Got that bucket of bolts of mine gleamin' again.
- Listen, Jack.
Um-- - Oh, come on.
Don't tell me you two are all spooked by This kmada thing.
- I didn't say that.
- Okay.
Well, if you two are comin', Let's go.
- I bet the little guy is as happy as a slatworm in milk.
- Officer orrin and Womack? My office.
Now! - Did he say, "Please?" - Uh-Uh.
- Not good.
- Cap, uh - captain I, uh, Womack? - What the hell is that, sir? - You mean you've never seen this animal before? - Uh, no sir.
Not us.
- Ah, now that is a biggie.
This is dr.
Greeves of the endangered species facility.
- How ya doin'? - That ersweelan is the last of his kind.
And the doctor was planning to give a substantial reward for his return.
- Oh.
- Ah, well.
I suppose he'll just have to donate it to the, uh, retired officer's fund instead, eh? - Ah! Get off me! - Ah, I hope that's the last time you decide to bring your work home with you.
Count on it.
He's gone for good.
- I don't know.
I'm afraid he might come back in my dreams.
- Well, I-I can't guarantee you won't have nightmares again.
- Well, then I guess you'll just have to figure out a way to keep me awake.