Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Get yourselves ready.

Give me one good reason.

Yeah. Friday night, the place should be packed.

Now drop your weapon.

- Where's the train? - I don't know.

- What do you think? - That the science officer is lying.

Only cops can have guns.

Lieutenant, sergeant's on the radio.

Yeah, well, in my case, it's a bit different.

Arrest for theft, then nothing.

Seen one, you can go home.

Lighten our load.

I'd hate to spoil my record.

A penal camp full of work-amnesty cutthroats.

Maybe he was contagious.

Mel, Jericho, go check out Williams.

Save some hot water for me.

Cooling his heels in the Shining Canyon jail.

You probably think this is some routine prisoner transfer.

Yeah, something like that.

Instead, we got a graveyard.

There's got to be a day log here somewhere.

I heard he took out at least six when they cornered him at Deimos Station.

I said I didn't kill nobody.

Perhaps a connoisseur like yourself would appreciate what I have to offer.

Yeah, but for what?

Open that door.

It's a voltage overload, most likely.

Let's just kick some ass.

Filing their teeth.

I left Drucker's about a week ago with a weather balloon I'd modified.

Then here he stays.

These my compadres.

Everybody, give it up.

Yeah. What we should have done in the first place.

But they don't die either. They go dormant below the surface...

and it doesn't matter that this lot are scumbags.

Come on. Pick it up.

even if we get back to Chryse, those things will just keep coming.

We aren't moving her anywhere.

The back wall's been breached.

Who's in charge here?

And I'll cut your fucking titties off.

probably tied upside down in here with your heads cut off.

Fuck me! The five of bats.

including Williams, including them.

I swear to you, Williams...