15 years is a long time to be in a coma.
Things might not be the way you remember.
Well, as long as I can still rent movies from blockbuster
and find work as a travel agent, I'll be totally fine.
Mainly, I'm just excited to do this.
Ah! Ha! Oh!
Uhh!
Detective Geils, you've done very well
on the written portion of your lieutenant training exam.
Oh, it's really the guy I copied from
who deserves all the credit.
Of course, the real measure of any lieutenant
is how well he does on his feet.
Therefore, I'm assigning you your first provisional case.
Oh, a jumper.
Nice.
Now get back here and show me what you got.
Tribeca, Tanner, get...
Tribeca, Tanner, get the hell in here!
You wanted to see us, lieutenant?
For the purposes of this case,
detective Geils will be acting as lieutenant.
A sub? Can't we just watch a movie?
Can I go to the bathroom? It's an emergency.
Now, now! I expect you to afford him
the same respect you afford me.
Do you understand?
Acting lieutenant Geils?
Okay. Hi, guys.
We've got a lot of work to do today.
Who threw that?
Well, it's mine now.
All right, enough with the nonsense.
I want you two to head down to the hospital and figure out
how the hell this guy got dead!
Yes, sir, lieutenant.
Thank you.
Nice one.
I didn't put it down yet.
The emergency room is closed due to an emergency.
If this is an actual emergency...
ow! Ow! Ow! Emergency! Emergency!
What are we looking at, Scholls?
Before we go any further,
I'd like to acknowledge the elephant in the room.
I've just received my 2-week chip
from a gambling addiction program.
That's a casino chip.
So what happened here? Looks like a suicide.
We have a deceased male, mid-30s. No I.D.
There's an "a" on his t-shirt, but we're not sure what it signifies.
Judging by these injuries,
I'd say he fell from about a thousand feet.
The only wrinkle is, the hospital's only about a hundred feet tall.
Any chance you got the height wrong?
Is that just from eyeballing it?
No, it's not from "eyeballing it." I looked at it.
You don't get these injuries from a 100-foot fall.
Was just asking. I'll take him back to the lab
and see what an autopsy tells us.
And although stock in my opinion is at an all-time low,
I strongly believe he didn't jump from this building.
All right, well, let us know what you find out.
In the meantime, let's keep this place on lockdown
until we figure out what happened.
Mmm. What's this? Blood.
I'm examining the effects on blood
in the absence of any atmospheric pressure.
Don't you have any work to do? The blood in the fall victim's body
was boiled at some point. Meaning what?
Someone boiled him and threw him out a window?
It's difficult to explain, but blood will actually boil
in the absence of any air pressure...
what's called a "vacuum."
It is my professional opinion that this man fell from space.
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Okay. Cool.
Monica, I know things have been kinda rough on you,
so if you're still not feeling well...
Look, I know it sounds crazy,
but if there's one thing I know, it's blood and guts
and what happens to them when they've been shot,
bludgeoned, stabbed, poisoned, strangled, burned,
and in one case, caramelized.
And I'm telling you that someone dropped that man
from over 50 miles into the atmosphere.
Tribeca, Tanner, get in here!
It is of the opinion
of the department forensic specialist
that the man found this morning in front of the hospital
fell from an extremely great height.
Like a tall building?
Even more extreme.
Like from an airplane?
Like crazy, loco extreme.
Like a... Spaceship?
Acting lieutenant Geils, isn't there a point
when these cases become so far-fetched
that they're hard to believe?
It's typical for the genre, Tribeca.
Now get your butts to NASA
and tell me how the hell this guy fell out of the sky.
NASA, like in Florida?
No, NASA in Houston.
So NASA in Houston?
Yeah.
Got it.
How am I doing, lieutenant?
Considering what you've been given?
Awful. Just awful. I have no faith.
One minute to launch.
Two hours to lunch.
Excuse me. Ms. craft?
Oh, hello. Welcome.
And it's "missus." I'm married. Obviously.
I'm sorry. I'm afraid you've caught us at a bit of a busy time.
We're about to launch a satellite
that will be able to go around and around the earth.
Telemetry! Go!
Engines! Go!
Thunderbirds! Are go!
Go, speed racer! Go!
I'm sorry. You were saying?
A dead body fell to the ground in Los Angeles,
and, uh... What's a nice way to put this?
A lunatic that I work with has a theory...
It's just so embarrassing...
Can an astronaut fall from one of your spaceships?
Yeah, right.
And one day, you'll be able to say "shit" on television.
And besides, we haven't even sent anyone up
in the past six months.
I'm so sorry. Is this gonna get you
in trouble with your boss? Oh, he's not my boss.
My boss is another man. Mm.
Anyway, thank you for your time.
Let's go, Tanner. 10...
Wait a minute, detectives. ...9...
You won't want to miss this. ...8, 7,
6, 5, 4,
3, 2, 1.
Boys! Cookies!
Oh, these are for the men.
I'll get you a fresca and a diet pill later.
You know, actually,
if I'm remembering right,
we did register a rocket launch out of California yesterday,
from one of those space tourism companies.
Hmm.
Ooh!
We must have it in here somewhere.
Here it is.
Galaxium aerospace.
Not sure who was on board,
but would you like me to make a mimeograph?
I'll just take a picture. Oh, just take the card.
I don't want you to have to wait for the film to be developed.
Thanks.
Would you like me to take that for you?
Sure. Have a great day.
Galaxium aerospace is the pet project
of bad boy, playboy, rock star C.E.O. Sperber Pennington.
Is that the idiot that went over Niagara Falls on a horse?
That's him.
Total adrenaline junkie.
Well, let's see if the police showing up
gets his engine running.
Mr. Pennington?
Angie Tribeca, L.A.P.D.
What's up, detective? You caught me.
I'm collecting some California condor eggs
for an omelette. This is an unusual request,
but we're investigating the possibility of a passenger
from one of your space flights falling overboard.
What?! A passenger fell overboard?
From one of my space flights?!
Are you serious?!
You just made my whole millennia.
You should come work for me!
You could be my vice president of joy.
So I take it that you...
So you're saying that you can account for
every single passenger on that flight?
Absolutely. Thanks.
I think we got what we needed. Sorry to both you.
Is... aah!
It's an embarrassment.
It's completely humiliating, and it's beneath you.
It's just a turtleneck, Tribeca.
What are we doin'?
Everybody's looking at us like we crazy.
Why don't we just say he fell from a hot air balloon
and call it a day?
This is my first case as lieutenant,
and I want it solved correctly.
Maybe your first job as lieutenant
should be to figure out if your head of forensics is bonkers.
That's it. You're staying on campus for lunch.
This case is making the department look bad.
Chasing after spaceships...
I'm just sayin',
hot air balloon accidents happen all the time!
Lieutenant, a little help here?
If I intervene, you'll fail this portion of the exam.
Well, then maybe I'm not ready to be a lieutenant, lieutenant.
Lieutenant.
Tanner...
Get the balloon paperwork.
That's what I'm talkin' about.
I'll deal with our forensics problem.
Dr. Scholls? Yes?
We need... I've identified our victim.
His name was Allen Fresco.
Missing persons report filed yesterday morning.
And that proves...
He was an engineer at acme rocket parts,
hence the "A" on his shirt.
Your point is...
Acme rocket parts was a subcontractor for Galaxium aerospace.
They built the windshields on the Galaxium I spaceship.
And that's important because...
Look what I found in his pocket.
Tang.
He was on that ship.
When's the last time you saw Allen Fresco?
I saw Al two days ago.
We were still working on the fix for the faulty windshields.
You know, the glass in the front of the...
I may not be a rocket scientist, sir,
but I know what you're talking about.
Now the windshield,
which powers the vehicle,
you said that they were unsafe?
Only unsafe in the sense that the windshield would crack apart
the second you left the atmosphere.
Al told them over and over again it wasn't ready,
but that lunatic Pennington wouldn't listen.
The last time I talked to him, he said he was going to Galaxium
to try and reason with Pennington.
And if that didn't work, he would go to the press.
You gotta understand, Al was a perfectionist.
Even one ship exploding would've bothered him.
Thanks, Dave. We'll be in touch.
Salutations, detectives.
And how are your ways? Sit down, Mr. Pennington,
and keep your new age jargon to a minimum.
Oh. Okay.
May I ask, what was so important
that you had to pull me off Kate Upton?
What does the name Allen Fresco mean to you?
Nothing. What about acme rocket parts?
Acme rocket parts manufactures
certain components for the Galaxium I spacebus.
Like the faulty windshield? Look, detective,
Galaxium leads the industry in safety.
We're tied with the only other company that does this.
That's funny, 'cause the engineers at acme,
they had major concerns about that windshield.
Allen Fresco's an idiot.
And if I knew who that was, I would tell him to his face.
Was Allen Fresco on that flight?
No. Absolutely not. Did Rachel not get you the manifest?
We've seen the manifest,
and we contacted every single person on there!
And?
And they all agree
that there was no Allen Fresco on that flight.
Oh, thank god. But...
They all said your behavior on the flight
was nervous and agitated
and that you entered and exited the bathroom several times,
completely ignoring the "out of order" sign.
So... You brought me in here to talk about a broken bathroom?
They also heard an airlock open,
then screams, then the airlock shut again.
So... You brought me in here to talk about an airlock opening
and then some screaming and then an airlock shutting?
I think you pushed Allen Fresco off that flight
because you were afraid he was gonna go to press
with his safety concerns about the Galaxium.
And that's something your stock prices couldn't afford.
Am I right, Mr. Pennington?
Look, if you want to get a prosecutor
and tell that prosecutor that Sperber Pennington,
the guy that lived inside of an orca for three weeks,
pushed a man out of his spaceship
without any evidence or witnesses whatsoever?
Then you are a bigger daredevil than I am.
Shalom.
Kickstand up.
It's just a tight turn is all.
Adios.
Ah! Damn it.
Just the acceleration is a little... Tricky.
Here we go.
No. Yeah. There we go.
So I don't know if you've heard yet,
but it sounds like this spaceship theory
isn't crazy after all. Yeah, I heard.
Just wanted to say I'm sorry.
I think there's someone else you owe an apology.
Forget about it, Tribeca. I wouldn't have believed it, either.
But I think there's someone who deserves
a little thanks for putting all together.
Hey, man, all in a day's work.
I'm proud of you all.
So what's our next move, acting lieutenant Geils?
Thanks, lieutenant.
Okay. Well, we've already connected Al Fresco to Pennington.
We just need physical evidence that Fresco was on that ship.
What judge is gonna give us a warrant
based on the facts of this case?
You don't need a judge
when you've got a lieutenant who bends the rules.
Now you're starting to get it.
Someone's gotta get on that ship,
someone that Pennington's never met.
Now remember, we're just two rich kids
blowing their family's wealth on a 20-minute trip to space.
Copy that.
Afternoon, folks.
This is your captain speaking. That chime you just heard
indicates that we have left earth's atmosphere.
Feel free to relax, unbuckle those seat belts,
and enjoy all the wonders of zero gravity.
Our movie today, "the secret life of pets,"
will begin shortly.
You seen that movie? It's really funny.
What's up?
There's no doubt Fresco's body was in that bathroom.
I found his wallet, one of his shoes, his Pokemon collection,
and what must have been his lucky chloroform rag.
We've got Pennington dead to rights.
I'm sorry. Who's got who dead to rights?
Galaxium I, this is Houston.
Come in.
They're not responding.
I don't like this.
Miss craft, I hate to even raise this possibility, but...
Can any of these monitors show normal TV?
I'm afraid not.
I knew it.
Valium?
You shoot that gun, you'll kill us all.
I think you're forgetting about the escape pod.
But unfortunately, there's only room for one.
Sorry, Marty.
Houston?
Glulls...
Geils!
This is Houston. Go ahead, Galaxium.
Uh, Houston, we have a bad thing happening.
Geils, what do you need? Talk to me.
I need you to tell me
I would've made a good lieutenant.
You're gonna make a great lieutenant.
You're coming home. You wouldn't be saying that
if you were seeing what I'm seeing.
Scholls is trying to wrestle the gun away from Pennington.
She's holding her own, but...
Oh, he was only using one arm. Now he's using two.
She's good. Why isn't anyone helping her?
Tell our son I love him.
No.
You're gonna tell him yourself,
when he gets home from boarding school in six years.
Tribeca? I'm here.
I loved being your partner.
Geils...
Aah! Oh, shit!
The windshield just cracked, and Pennington got sucked out!
We're fine!
Scholls, tape a blanket over the...
oh, good! You're already doing it!
Initiating auto-return system.
See you guys in 10!
These are the moments I'm gonna miss
when I get fired for being a mom.
I passed.
Does that mean I have to start calling you lieutenant now?
I passed the first of 300 cases I have to oversee.
Oh. Well, that's still pretty good.
So I guess this spending time apart thing
is becoming more permanent, huh?
Seems like that's for the best right now.
Okay, partner.
Happy you're back on earth, safe and sound.