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He didn't recognize me.
It is his new partner that I'm worried about.
When we picked him up, he was talking to those two cops the two who came to question you about Hubley.
This is getting out of hand. I want you to deal with it. Immediately.
Kill them both.
Here?
Do it!
William Harcourt?
Yes...
I'm Sergeant Sykes, and this is Detective Jetson, Los Angeles Police Department.
Sergeant... Detective. I wasn't aware there were any Newcomers at the rank of Detective yet.
Yes, I heard about poor Warren. Tragic.
You were partners with him on some Slag uh, Newcomer real estate thing.
That's right. He and I, along with seven or eight others. Listen, gentlemen, I will be happy to assist you in any way I can unfortunately, at the moment, I'm overdue at another function.
Move a finger, Harcourt, and you're history...
No, Sergeant not history... Eternity...
So what've you got on Tuggle's killers?
Jesus, Sykes it's been less than ten hours. Me and Alterez are on it, okay?
You don't have squat.
You ever try to make a case in Slagtown? The list of Newcomer informants is about as long as the list of Mexican war heroes...
Look at your dildo partner. He's too scared to even come down to the sand. You're not gonna get wet standing here, moron!
I'd like to see you next to a sea of hydrochloric acid, Fedorchuk... see how much surfin' you'd do.
Well, if it isn't Detective Jetson. Forget you hip waders, big guy?
Lay off, asshole.
I may be an asshole, but at least I'm a real detective, not some outer shit space thing.
You are Cassandra?
That's right.
We are with the Police Department. This is Sergeant Sykes, and I am
Ss'ai k'ss? Perfect.
He's not here. Why ask me?
The young woman at the front said you might know where he is.
She did, did she? Well, she was wrong. Excuse me, I have to change.
In there.
Show me.
Oooh. Hardball. That sounds interesting. Are you going to strike me? You could tie me up and then do whatever you want with me... I've got my own ropes.
Does that cost extra or you throw them in?
You've got me all wrong. I don't charge money for something that I myself find pleasurable...
Look, I don't know where Mr. Strader might be. He comes and he goes.
The girl out front mentioned Strader's assistant, somebody named Watson. Maybe he knows.
Todd? Todd doesn't know either.
I know... Why don't you hang around for a while, let me entertain you? It's Matt, right? Now tell me the truth, have you ever... made it... with one of us?
Not unless I got real drunk and nobody told me about it later.
A virgin. I find that very arousing...
There's lots of things I haven't done, but his ain't high on the list. Don't take it personally.
I think you're just a little scared now, about what you might find once the lights go out. A little scared... and a lot curious. Maybe more than you want to admit. But doesn't that turn you on, that curiosity and fear, swirling together? Think of it as broadening your horizons.
I like my horizons narrow.
Your voice is saying no, but your body is saying yes.
You okay?
Yeah...
FourteenB. It's halfway down on your right.
Thank you.
Do you feel all right, sir?
Oh I haven't flown for a long time.
Excuse me, sir. Would you like some coffee before we serve dinner?
No. No thank you.
Excuse me, sir. There's been a little problem in the cockpit and I was wondering...
The cockpit? What is it?
It's the little room at the front of the plane where the pilots sit. But that's not important right now. The first officer is ill and the Captain would like someone with flying experience to help him with the radio. Do you know anything about planes?
Well, I flew in the war, but that was a long time ago. I wouldn't know anything about it.
Would you go up, please?
Mr. Striker, the passengers are ready.
Thank you, Randy. You better leave sweetheart. You might get hurt in here.
Excuse me, Sister?
Yes?
There's a little girl on board who's ill and...
Oh yes, I saw. Poor child.
Could I borrow your guitar? I thought I might be able to cheer her up.
Of course.
Sorry, Clarence. Latest weather report shows everything socked in from Salt Lake to Lincoln.
Hi, Roger. Good to have you aboard. Victor, this is Roger Murdock.
Roger.
Huh?
Roger.
Huh?
We have clearance, Clarence.
Roger, Roger. What's our vector, Victor?
Do you want me to check the weather, Clarence?
No, why don't you take care ot it?
No, he's not bothering anyone. Let him stay up here.
All right. But just remember, my name is Roger Murdock.
Would either of you like another cup of coffee?
I will, but Jim won't.
Yes?
Oh, Stewardess. My husband is very sick. Can you do something, please?
Well, the doctor will be with you in just a moment. One thing: do you know what he had for dinner?
Yes, of course. We both had fish. Why?
Oh, it's nothing to be alarmed about. We'll get back to you very quickly.
Hi!
I'm Randy.
I'm Lisa. Oh, you have a guitar!
I thought maybe you'd like to hear a song.
Oh, I'd love to.
Okay, this is one of my favorites.
Wait a minute. I know you. You're Kareem Abdul Jabbar. You play basketball for the Los Angeles Lakers!
I'm sorry, son, but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Roger Murdock. I'm the copilot.
You <u>are</u> Kareem. I've seen you play. My Dad's got season tickets!
I think you should go back to your seat now, Joey. Right, Clarence?
I'm an airline pilot. Ah, Clarence, according to my calculations, with this tailwind we ought to be able to make up an additional fifteen minutes over the Rockies.
I think you're the greatest. But my Dad says you don't work hard enough on defense.
Denver Control, this is Flight twozero niner intersecting Victor Airway seven ninerniner.

He didn't recognize me.

It is his new partner that I'm worried about.

When we picked him up, he was talking to those two cops the two who came to question you about Hubley.

This is getting out of hand. I want you to deal with it. Immediately.

Kill them both.

Here?

Do it!

William Harcourt?

Yes...

I'm Sergeant Sykes, and this is Detective Jetson, Los Angeles Police Department.

Sergeant... Detective. I wasn't aware there were any Newcomers at the rank of Detective yet.

Yes, I heard about poor Warren. Tragic.

You were partners with him on some Slag uh, Newcomer real estate thing.

That's right. He and I, along with seven or eight others. Listen, gentlemen, I will be happy to assist you in any way I can unfortunately, at the moment, I'm overdue at another function.

Move a finger, Harcourt, and you're history...

No, Sergeant not history... Eternity...

So what've you got on Tuggle's killers?

Jesus, Sykes it's been less than ten hours. Me and Alterez are on it, okay?

You don't have squat.

You ever try to make a case in Slagtown? The list of Newcomer informants is about as long as the list of Mexican war heroes...

Look at your dildo partner. He's too scared to even come down to the sand. You're not gonna get wet standing here, moron!

I'd like to see you next to a sea of hydrochloric acid, Fedorchuk... see how much surfin' you'd do.

Well, if it isn't Detective Jetson. Forget you hip waders, big guy?

Lay off, asshole.

I may be an asshole, but at least I'm a real detective, not some outer shit space thing.

You are Cassandra?

That's right.

We are with the Police Department. This is Sergeant Sykes, and I am

Ss'ai k'ss? Perfect.

He's not here. Why ask me?

The young woman at the front said you might know where he is.

She did, did she? Well, she was wrong. Excuse me, I have to change.

In there.

Show me.

Oooh. Hardball. That sounds interesting. Are you going to strike me? You could tie me up and then do whatever you want with me... I've got my own ropes.

Does that cost extra or you throw them in?

You've got me all wrong. I don't charge money for something that I myself find pleasurable...

Look, I don't know where Mr. Strader might be. He comes and he goes.

The girl out front mentioned Strader's assistant, somebody named Watson. Maybe he knows.

Todd? Todd doesn't know either.

I know... Why don't you hang around for a while, let me entertain you? It's Matt, right? Now tell me the truth, have you ever... made it... with one of us?

Not unless I got real drunk and nobody told me about it later.

A virgin. I find that very arousing...

There's lots of things I haven't done, but his ain't high on the list. Don't take it personally.

I think you're just a little scared now, about what you might find once the lights go out. A little scared... and a lot curious. Maybe more than you want to admit. But doesn't that turn you on, that curiosity and fear, swirling together? Think of it as broadening your horizons.

I like my horizons narrow.

Your voice is saying no, but your body is saying yes.

You okay?

Yeah...

FourteenB. It's halfway down on your right.

Thank you.

Do you feel all right, sir?

Oh I haven't flown for a long time.

Excuse me, sir. Would you like some coffee before we serve dinner?

No. No thank you.

Excuse me, sir. There's been a little problem in the cockpit and I was wondering...

The cockpit? What is it?

It's the little room at the front of the plane where the pilots sit. But that's not important right now. The first officer is ill and the Captain would like someone with flying experience to help him with the radio. Do you know anything about planes?

Well, I flew in the war, but that was a long time ago. I wouldn't know anything about it.

Would you go up, please?

Mr. Striker, the passengers are ready.

Thank you, Randy. You better leave sweetheart. You might get hurt in here.

Excuse me, Sister?

Yes?

There's a little girl on board who's ill and...

Oh yes, I saw. Poor child.

Could I borrow your guitar? I thought I might be able to cheer her up.

Of course.

Sorry, Clarence. Latest weather report shows everything socked in from Salt Lake to Lincoln.

Hi, Roger. Good to have you aboard. Victor, this is Roger Murdock.

Roger.

Huh?

Roger.

Huh?

We have clearance, Clarence.

Roger, Roger. What's our vector, Victor?

Do you want me to check the weather, Clarence?

No, why don't you take care ot it?

No, he's not bothering anyone. Let him stay up here.

All right. But just remember, my name is Roger Murdock.

Would either of you like another cup of coffee?

I will, but Jim won't.

Yes?

Oh, Stewardess. My husband is very sick. Can you do something, please?

Well, the doctor will be with you in just a moment. One thing: do you know what he had for dinner?

Yes, of course. We both had fish. Why?

Oh, it's nothing to be alarmed about. We'll get back to you very quickly.

Hi!

I'm Randy.

I'm Lisa. Oh, you have a guitar!

I thought maybe you'd like to hear a song.

Oh, I'd love to.

Okay, this is one of my favorites.

Wait a minute. I know you. You're Kareem Abdul Jabbar. You play basketball for the Los Angeles Lakers!

I'm sorry, son, but you must have me confused with someone else. My name is Roger Murdock. I'm the copilot.

You <u>are</u> Kareem. I've seen you play. My Dad's got season tickets!

I think you should go back to your seat now, Joey. Right, Clarence?

I'm an airline pilot. Ah, Clarence, according to my calculations, with this tailwind we ought to be able to make up an additional fifteen minutes over the Rockies.

I think you're the greatest. But my Dad says you don't work hard enough on defense.

Denver Control, this is Flight twozero niner intersecting Victor Airway seven ninerniner.