Moon 44 Page #3

First of all, I'm gonna try

to make some money off of them.

You don't care about anyone

but yourself, do you, Cookie?

- Man...

Is a tough world out there.

I'm just a business man,

trying to survive. That's all.

Bug off!

- Stud, you lost?

- No, I'm not lost.

I came to deal.

I'm the Cookie Man.

Cover all your highs.

Uppers, Downers, Whoopers, Scoopers

Benies, Zonkers, Pinks and Blues.

- Whatever you guys need, Cookie Man's got it.

- Get the hell out of here. We're no junkies.

Did you hear me say

anything about junkies?

Let me tell you...

It's rough up here man.

I'm just offering you a little

something to relax.

Shithead. You get your pill

factory out from my face!

Hey, hero.

I saved you a seat!

- Hey a**hole, I'm talking to you!

- No, you're not. You're talking to yourself.

Listen up!

In honour to promote

pilot-navigator collaboration

I have decided to honour our

new fighter pilot with KP.

And our friend Mr. Wisenheimer here

is going to show him the ropes.

Who? Me?

And just to make it a

bit more interesting...

and to avoid KP yourselves,

I would like each and every one

of you to contribute his share.

Gentlemen, if you please.

Wisenheimer.

Why don't you take a little break

and get me something to eat?

Yes, sir.

Right away, sir.

A little rough,

isn't it, Sykes?

Yeah, I'll fix his dinner!

I'll fix his dinner good!

I'm trying to maintain

discipline here.

Of course that's something that

obviously you know very little about.

Beeing a civilian...

...and a woman.

If you're such a great

leader of men...

...how come you're not

an officer?

I mean...

...what went wrong with

your caree, Sergeant?

Just gonna mix in a little of

the old secret sauce.

There you go.

Just like mama used to make.

Give him the potatoes...

Hope the bastard doesn't

sh*t for a month!

You call this evidence?

Hey, a little louder! I don't

think they heard you back on Earth.

Wanna keep it down a little?

Jesus!

That's not the only evidence we got.

I got plenty more down in shuttle control.

Oh, look.

You got the book all wet.

Oh, oh!

What we got here?

Seasoning.

Yeah!

- Wisenheimer?

- Coming!

Dinner for one.

Bon appetit... Sarge.

Sh*t!

You trying to get rid of me?

You need one of these things.

Makes the job a whole lot easier.

When we get back, I'm thinking

of selling this thing.

Gonna call it "Mr. Burglar".

Any second now... whoosh!

Has to warm up a little.

Alright!

"Mr. Burglar". Don't leave

home without it.

Galactic Mining figured their

shuttles had 'techical defects'.

But according to my calculations,

they're dead wrong.

They didn't just disappear into

space. They were stolen!

How do you figure that, kid?

Well, it's based on a little

theory of mine called...

...contiguous geometric mathematical

probability relationships.

Alright, mining shuttle number 112 left

a week ago, no one's heard from it since.

The mathematical probability,

the odds of one of

these suckers getting...

...lost in space...

We're talking 1 to 1429.

That means maybe, maybe like one

every 40, 45 years would disappear.

- Not every month like it is now.

- What are all these units for?

Each one of those is connected

to one in the shuttle.

It's sort of an automatic

flight plan.

Wait a minute. If the shuttles are

on automatic pilot...

and they're not reaching their

programmed destination, then...

That means somebody's tampering

with the computers!

- You got it!

- Well, how?

How the f*** should I know, Sherlock?

That's why we got you here.

Wait, I can... I can tell you

which one's going to be next.

We've got a winner,

number 117.

- 117, right Here.

Alright.

See this number?

Means in 22 hours, this shuttle

will not belong to Galactic Mining.

This I guarantee!

Hey, Stone,

where are you going?

Hey, Stone!

Wait up, man!

What do you think, huh?

Stay out of it, kid,

I'll take care of it now.

Hey, what, are you kidding me?

Come on, we're partners!

I showed you everything!

- So what?

Stone!

I'm scared.

I gotta get out of here, man.

I'm a street kid, you know.

A hacker.

I'm not like one of these

corporate eggheads.

I took this job cause I thought

it was going to be fun.

I didn't expect this.

See, I help you...

...and they let me out of my

contract... as a reward.

- Maybe.

- Look, it's obvious there's

gonna be another attack!

I don't wanna die here.

You'll put in a good word.

- And have my bonus.

Forget the bonus, alright?

What do you say?

- Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow!

Where you going, pretty boy?

- Let go!

- Let go?

You don't like me?

That hurts.

But what about one of

my lovely buddies?

Same old sh*t, Scooter.

- Get away from me!

- Too skinny.

Come on, listen! Back in prison, we

dreamed of a nice pretty boy like you...

...and we turned him into a nice

pretty girl. And we know how to keep

our girls real happy.

Don't we, guys?

Come on, Scooter. He got the message.

Why don't you let him go, ha?

- No, he's just shy.

- Come on, let him go.

Why dont't you

get out of here?

You'll come around, won't you?

- No, no! Help me, please!

- Shut up!

- You got a proglem, Sergeant?

- Yes, sir, we got a problem.

I just saw Stone in shuttle control!

I know. Ston's a cop.

Internal Affairs.

Holy sh*t.

What in the f*** are we supposed

to do if Stone catches on?

Look, Sergeant.

I don't see it as a problem.

Accidents sometimes happen.

You're not serious!

I mean, first you get me to help you

steal shuttles, that's one thing...

...but what you're talking about

now is murder! - Oh, please!

Spare me. Do you wanna know what the

company's priorities are for this rat hole?

Let me tell you in one word...

Shuttles! That's all they care about!

The god damn shuttles mean more to

them than you, me, the entire crew!

- I don't believe that!

- No?

Well, what have I got the

master keys for?

They've been screwing us

for a long time.

Now it's time

we screwed them.

Marc?

Marc!

What happened?

Leave me alone.

- Who did this to you?

- Don't touch me!

- I'm sorry!

- Just don't touch me!

- God damn it!

- Could you just leave me alone?

Those bastards are gonna

pay for this!

I swear to God they will!

Attention all personel! Prepare

all copters for training flights!

Lock all weapons into

unarmed position!

Tag teams will be

as follows...

Team 1:
Stone F., Tyler R.

Team 2:
O'Neil J., Schultz D.

Team 3:
Haggerty M., Kowalski L.

Team 4:
Field L., Login T.

Team 5:
Bailey S., Follow M.

Alright, let's knock the

systems checkout.

- Roger that.

- Alright, just call them out.

- Come on, Freddy!

- Number 5, Patrick.

- Final check list complete.

- All systems are go?

- All systems are go!

First competition:

Stone F., Tyler R.

Opposing:

O'Neil J., Schultz D.

I'll show this a**hole

how to fly!

Attention tech-crew!

Prepare copters for

simulated attack.

Lock all weapons on the

unarmed position!

All pilots...

This is only a training flight!

This is only an excercise!

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