01x08 - Crime Time

[bunniefuu]

(dramatic music)

- It's time.

It's time!

(keys jingle)
(lock clicks)

(watch ticks)

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(inmate laughing)

(engine rumbling)

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- [All] Hi, Ben.

- You're late.

(tires screech)

- : on the dot.

- Actually, : and ,
make that seconds.

Punctuality is very
important to me, Big Hand.

You'll learn that in time.

(car accelerates)

- What's the hurry there, Ben?

- Making up for lost time, Little Hand,

that's the hurry.

, hours, minutes,
. seconds behind bars lost.

(car accelerates)
(dramatic music)

- Wow, what does all that
time add up to, Bennie?

- years, my shapely
Hourglass, years.

years of listening to a leaky sink.

(imitates water dripping)

years of my heart keeping the b*at.

(imitates heart b*ating)

years to make me the
human metronome I am today.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

years!

But the countdown is over.

I've served my time.

(dramatic music)

(tires screech)

- No!

(driver screams)

(metal crunching)

(fire whooshes)

- [Little Hand] Whoa!

(dramatic music)

(tires screech)

- For now, time serves me.

(clock rings)

We better hurry.

According to my calculations
City of Angel's finest

will be here in minutes, . seconds.

Their usual response time.

What are you waiting for?

The clock is ticking.

So am I!

Tick, tock, tick tock,
tick, tock, tick, tock.

(glass shatters)

(dramatic music)

(alarm rings)

- [Dispatcher] Attention
any unit in the vicinity

of the Phoenix Institute,

respond to the burglar alarm.

- That's one alarm I can't
hit the snooze button on.

(dramatic music)

Access lair.

(dramatic music)

(lair beeping)

(dramatic music)

(scanner beeps)

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(car accelerates)

- Hurry, hurry, we don't wanna go to jail

on the trivial charge of
breaking and entering,

do we?

- No.

- If you can't do the time,

don't do the crime.

- Black Scorpion.

- And you are?

Wait, wait, let me guess,

the Watchmaker?

Father Time?

Or the Minuteman?

- Try, Clockwise.

(laughs)

(intense music)
(fire whooshing)

- Fire.

(intense music)

- [Narrator] In the light of day

Darcy Walker is a cop.

But in the dark of night she becomes

Black Scorpion.

Doing with a mask what
she can't do with a badge.

(g*ns f*ring)
(intense music)

- Give yourself up, Clockwise.

- Impossible.

It's daylight savings time.

- We'll spring forward.

- And make her fall back.

(dramatic music)

(knives whooshing)

(Little Hand grunts)
(Kn*fe clinks)

(Big Hand grunts)

(fists thudding)

(Big Hand crashes)

(Big Hand grunts)

(knives clink)

I may be little but I'm fast. (grunts)

(Little Hand thuds)

- Not fast enough.

- The clocks weren't the only thing

the Swiss made bigger and better.

(dramatic music)
(women grunting)

(fist thuds)
(Hourglass yelps)

- Your time has run out, Clockwise.

- Impossible.

When you're the man of the hour,

not to mention minutes and
those all important seconds.

(dramatic music)

(Black Scorpion gasps)

- Auto revert.

I'm a cop.

- I can't believe you let
this Clockface get away!

- It's Clockwise.

And, captain, I didn't
just let him get away.

It was just.

- What?

- Just bad timing.

- If it happens again
you're gonna find yourself

walking prisoners to the bathroom!

Or else, checking city dump
for severed body parts!

Or whatever else I can think of

to make you regret the day
you became a police officer!

- Why is he in such a bad mood?

- Review board wants him to retire.

- How do you know?

- We tapped his phone.

- What?

That's illegal.

- So call a cop. (laughs)

- So, what happened?

What they say?

Did they give him a reason?

- Guys?

- The woman on the phone said

he's getting a little
too old to do his job.

- Apparently his wife has
said the same thing. (laughs)

- Enough.

Walker, let's go question Dr. Phoenix,

find out what Clockwise stole.

(dramatic music)

- Well, he stole microchips,
of them in all.

- What are they used for?

- The chrono-genetic-velocirator.

- Doc, English please.

- Of course.

The microchips produce sonic waves

which stimulate the cerebral cortex,

speeding up the flow of neurons,

which in turn convinces the brain

that the body is aging.

- Mind over matter?

- Exactly.

The organs then react accordingly,

accelerating the aging process.

It's why my clones are always generated

as fully developed human specimens

instead of embryos.

- Doc.
- Hmm?

- How would Clockwise know any of this?

- He probably read my
interview in Popular Genetics.

Here.

I got the cover story.

What do you think?

It's not a bad picture.

Of me, I mean.

The mutant of the month
is a little cross-eyed.

Except for the one in the middle.

- Doc, is it possible that Clockwise

could reverse your invention

and make himself younger?

- No, it's not that simple, detective.

The first rule of genetics is...

It is that living organism
get older not younger.

All the chrono-genetic-velocirator does

is expedite the course of nature.

- Yeah, but that doesn't
mean that Clockwise

wouldn't try to reverse it.

- He can try all he wants,

he will never succeed.

- He must want those
chips for another reason.

- Why you say that?

- Because Clockwise doesn't strike me

as someone who wastes time.

(dramatic music)

- Ask not for whom the bell tolls,

it tolls,

for the jury who sent me to prison.

- We're almost finished with
these clocks here, boss.

- Clocks?

I prefer to think of them as
tokens of my depreciation.

of them, , .

One for each of the detestable
dozen that found me guilty.

- Guilty of what?

- A crime that

I never committed.

(dramatic music)

Hey, watches, all kinds of watches.

I got time on my hands.

Hey lady, how 'bout a watch?

I got beautiful watches.

Oh, you like the coat, don't you?

I got gold watches, silver
watches, any kind you want.

Oh come on.

Come on.

Hey listen, in the heart of
things to come, all right,

no present like the time.

(sirens blaring)
(tires screeching)

(dramatic music)

Hey buddy, look at this.

Look what I got.

All kinds of watches.

Big watches, little watches.

Give me a break.

How about buying the coat then, will ya?

Hey, look, look, I got one.

- [Woman] You're off the case.

- [Man] What's that? What?

- [Man] Hey, man, come on.

(sirens blaring)
(dramatic music)

(tires screech)

(metal crunching)
(glass shatters)

- Hey, you all right?

Wait, wait!

(Clockwise breathes heavily)

I can't believe this.

(sirens blaring)

- [Officer] Police, freeze!

- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I know what it looks like to you,

but there was an accident, all right?

I swear.

It was an accident.

I ran over here to make
sure the guy was all right,

he took off, he dropped all this money.

What am I supposed to do?

I gotta pick it up.

You'd do the same thing, wouldn't ya?

Come on, look, I'll put the money back.

I don't need the money.

Oh, come on, you gotta believe me.

Officer, listen, you wanna buy a watch?

- Boy, you sure got a bum rap, boss.

- That's all in the past.

Can't turn back the hands of time,

but perhaps I can turn them forward a bit.

- Forward?

- That's what the stolen
microchips are for.

When my clocks go off
they'll send out a sonic wave

that'll prematurely age
those judgmental jurors.

- But I thought we were gonna steal stuff.

- We are, my beautiful Hourglass, we are.

We're gonna steal from them
what they stole from me.

Time.

It's all about time.

- Hey, yo, lady, hey.

- [Woman] Yes?

- You got the right time?

- Your clock is two minutes slow.

- You sure?

- [Woman] Of course I'm sure.

My watch says it's four on the dot

and my watch is never wrong.

Now, go ahead, correct the time.

- You got it.

(dramatic music)

(clock ticking)

I don't usually buy clocks.

But, my friend, this is an antique.

- What's it gonna cost me?

- More than you know.

- What'd you say?

- I said, maybe a fourth of your soul.

(dramatic music)

(clock ticking)

(dramatic music)

- It's about time.

- Sorry, to keep you waiting, sir.

- Sorry's not good enough, old man.

- Couldn't agree with you more, sir.

Couldn't agree with you more.

(clock beeping)

(tires screech)

(glass shatters)
(car thuds)

(dramatic music)

Three down, nine to go.

(henchmen laugh)

- [Dispatcher] Attention all units,

the Clockmobile has been
spotted heading north

on Paradise Parkway.

- Auto transform.

(dramatic music)

- Clocky, the light is yellow.

- Time waits for no man.

Nor do I.

(engine revs)

(tires screeching)
(cars thud)

(dramatic music)

- Boss, it's the Scorpionmobile.

- No cause for alarm, Big Hand.

I've got an idea.

- Well?

- Use the alarm clocks.

(cars accelerating)

(dramatic music)

- Now that's what I call
a time b*mb. (laughs)

- Wow.

(clock rings)

(clock booms)

- Whoa! (laughs)

- I bet that one ticked her off.

(laughing)

(dramatic music)

- Hickory, dickory, dock,
time for another clock.

- Can I give it a try?

- I don't see why not.

Boys, let Hourglass throw her a curve.

Set it for high noon.

- Come on.
(clock rings)

(Hourglass yodels)

(clock booms)

(dramatic music)

(tires screeching)

(g*ng cheers)

(tires screech)

- Clockwise strikes again.

A total of people
have aged as a result of

his so called Biological Clocks.

The victims all suffered similar symptoms,

premature wrinkling, loss
of vision, and gray hair.

- Argy, I don't wanna get old.

- It's gonna happen sooner or later, baby.

- Yeah, but will you still love
me when I'm old and wrinkly?

- Of course I will.

How wrinkly we talking?

- Like a raisin.

And I might start to sag.

And if I fall and need a hip replacement,

then you'll have to wheel
me around in a wheelchair.

So how 'bout it?

If I became an old,
wrinkly, sagging raisin,

with a plastic hip

that needed to be pushed
around in a wheelchair

would you still love me?

- Of course I will, baby.

I'd love you just like my granny.

- Your granny?

- Yeah.

I'd come visit you every Sunday.

- Visit me where?

- In the rest home, where else?

- I knew it!

The first gray hair I
get you're gonna dump me

for some bouncy,
bikini-wearing beach bunny

that's half your age.

- You really think I can get one of those?

- You're not gonna live
long enough to find out.

(dramatic music)

- Man, I can't believe
Tender Lovin' kicked me

out of my own apartment.

- You compared her to your grandmother.

What'd you expect her to do?

- I don't know.

Knit me a sweater? (laughs)

- Very funny.

- I thought it was.

- But seriously,

were you joking when you
said those things to her?

- I don't know.

I mean, I just can't imagine my old lady

being my old lady, you know?

I just, I dunno, what do you think, Blue?

Blue?

Hello?

Are you listening to me?

- Sorry.

Just a little distracted right now.

- Doing what?

- Cross referencing the
names of the people

that Clockwise targeted.

- [Argyle] Why?

- Because if I can figure
out what they have in common

I think I'll be able to figure out

what makes Clockwise tick.

(computer beeping)

- I think you just found your answer.

(computer beeping)

- All of Clockwise's victims
served on the same jury.

The People versus Benjamin Tickerman.

- Tickerman?

- Yeah.

I think he's really Clockwise.

Look, I've got his file right here.

- I don't need to see his file.

- He probably can't see the
file without his glasses.

- You should talk.

- Cap, it says here that
Tickerman served years

in Pearlgate Correctional
Facility for armed robbery.

- And he always claimed his innocence,

that he was just in the wrong
place at the wrong time.

- That's what they all say.

- His prison record's clean.

He even learned a trade while
he was in the penitentiary,

clock making.

- Well, take it from me, you two,

Tickerman is guilty.

- How do you know?

- Because I've been on the force

as long as he's been in prison,

and that's long enough to know...

To know--

- To know what?

- When it's time to quit.

I'm going to accept the
review board's offer

of early retirement.

(dramatic music)

- I'm really worried about the captain.

- Yeah, he has been acting
a little bit strange lately,

but I guess getting old
can be a scary thing.

- Getting old doesn't scare me.

Well, at least not as much
as getting old alone does.

- Come on, Darcy, you don't
have to worry about that.

- I don't?

- No, you and I are going
to get old together.

Taste.

- Needs more thyme.

So, you really think
we'll grow old together?

- Oh yeah.

You and I are going to
be going down the street

in our walkers chasing bad guys.

- Right.

- Speaking of bad guys,

how do we catch this Clockwise?

- We have to figure out
who his next victim is.

- What do you mean his next victim?

He's already gotten
revenge on all jurors.

- Yes, but he stole microchips,

which means there are two more
people left on his hit list.

- So then the question is,

who else does he blame?

- I don't know.

Too much thyme.

- I'll be the judge of that.

- The judge!

We gotta get down to the
criminal courts building.

- Why?

- He's going after Judge Cheetum.

(dramatic music)

- You're working (mumbles) this evening.

- Oh, just making sure this
glass is clean, your honor.

You can hardly tell what time it is.

- Don't worry about it.

I never read much to
watching a (mumbles) clock.

- All that 's about to change.

(dramatic music)

(tires screech)

(dramatic music)

- It's locked.

- Buzz their security.

(intercom buzzes)

- Where are you going?

- To look for another way in.

(dramatic music)

- You be sure and have yourself
a good evening, your honor.

- Care to join me in a little nightcap?

- Aint' no time for no libation,

or anything else.

- There's plenty of time.

It's only--
(dramatic music)

(g*n blasting)

(glass shatters)

(Clockwise laughs)

- It's a good thing I cleaned your clock.

- And now I'm going to
do the same to yours.

- Black Scorpion.

(energy buzzes)

(judge thuds)

- My goodness.

- If I didn't know any
better I'd say we're in love.

- And why's that?

- Because every time we're
together time stands still.

(device beeps)

- Oh, goodness!

- What is that thing?

- My own version of a stopwatch.

Unfortunately, it's electromagnetic pulse

can only stop for three
seconds but that's long enough.

- Not if I b*at you to the punch.

(clock ticking)

- Sorry, Scorpion, time's on my side.

(device beeps)
(clock ticks)

(Clockwise laughs)

Sorry to laugh, Scorpo,
but I'm just all wound up.

- Maybe I can unwind you.

(device beeps)
(clock ticks)

- That'll teach you to counter Clockwise.

- Freeze!

- You took the words right
out of my mouth, detective.

(clock ticking)

- Must be this drink.

- The evening's not a complete loss.

You're coming with me, Black Scorpion.

- You know it's nice to be a wanted woman,

but there's something
you should know about me.

- What's that?

- I play hard to get.

(g*n clatters)

(Steve grunting)

- Why is it that whenever
we're out in public together

we always have to fight?

- Maybe it's because you
always try to control me.

- Join me in a cocktail?

- Maybe later, your honor.

- You know what's great
about fighting you?

- What's that?

- We get to kiss and make up.

(punch thuds)
(Steve grunts)

- Where did I put those olives?

- [Argyle] Blue, Blue, I'm here.

What's the big emergency?

- Hey.

I need you to run some tests on this.

- A microchip?

- It's one of the Clockwise stole.

He tried to H Judge Cheetum with it.

- So what do you want me to do with it?

- I want you to reverse the process.

- (laughs) Yeah, no problem.

Then after that maybe I can find a cure

for the common cold.

- You have to try.

- So what are you gonna be doing

while I'm searching for this
high tech fountain of youth?

- Same thing I've been doing,

trying to figure out who his
next victim is going to be.

- Well, you're the detective.

(dramatic music)
- Detective.

His arresting officer.

- Is he still on the force?

- I don't know, let's find out.

(dramatic music)

(computer beeping)

Oh my god.

Yeah, he's still on the force.

But not for long.

(dramatic music)

(sirens blaring)

(tires screech)

- Hey, Slugger, Specs.

What, Strickland's not in yet?

- No, but his mail is.

- What's in the box?

- How're we supposed to know?

- The same way you know
all the cap's business.

Now come on, what's in it?

- It's a timing watch.

- Oh man, I tell you,

the review board does not
waste any time at all.

- Look at it though, it's solid gold.

- Whoa, Specs, what are you doing?

- Well, you asked.

- I didn't say take it out of the box.

Come on, he's gonna be here any minute.

- Cap never gets here before what?

past?

- Yeah, it's eight o'clock,
we got plenty of time.

- Guys, I'm not so sure.

(dramatic music)

- [Slugger] Suddenly I don't feel so good.

- Neither do I.

- My vision's getting blurry.

- My body aches all over.

(Specs gasps)
(watch clanks)

I just wet myself.

- [Specs] .

We're driving down--
- .

- [Steve] Your brain is gone.

No, it's gone.

We're in the car.

- You're an idiot.
- He's got no brain.

- [Specs] It was .

- [Slugger] Whoa, whoa, wow.

- Who's the young chippy?

- That's our Marcy.

(Darcy gasps)

- No, it's not Marcy it's Farcy.

You remember?

Right, Slugger?

- [Slugger] Yeah, I remember.

But who's Slugger?

- What in the world?

- Captain,

are you all right?

- I'm fine.

What happened to them?

(phone ringing)

- Hello, Rafferty, st precinct.

- It's Clockwise's work.

- Hello?

- I think it was meant for you.

- Then you know

this is all my fault.

- You were just doing your job.

- I didn't do it very well.

Arresting Tickerman was the worst mistake

I ever made,

and that's saying a lot coming from me.

(phone ringing)

- Hello.

Hello, is anybody there?

Hello?

Hello, is anybody--

- I'm on it.

Walker, st precinct.

- [Argyle] Blue, I got some bad news.

- Argyle is that you?

- [Argyle] Of course it's me.

I had an accident.

- What kind of accident?

- Well, Tender Lovin' was yappin'

and I touched the wrong
electrodes together and well--

- [Darcy] Don't tell me.

- From now on you're gonna
be calling me Uncle Argyle.

(laughs)

- Who you tellin' to call you uncle?

- Hush up!

- [Darcy] Was that Veronica?

- It better not be some bouncy,
bikini wearing beach bunny.

- Hush up!

The upside of this, Blue, is
I've gone deaf in one ear,

I can't hear Tender
Lovin' yappin'. (laughs)

- Stop, old man, I'm
trying to watch my program.

- You keep on,

I'ma hide your false
teeth from you next time.

- You shut up.
- No, you shut up.

- Guy Manley is live at Angel Field

with today's look at sports.

Guy.

- Hi, sports fans.

Sorry, but Guy is taking a time out.

I'm Clockwise,

with the countdown to catastrophe.

- Quick, Blue, turn to channel eight.

- Hold on, hold on.

Gimme that.

- Your white thing.

- The police have taken Judge Cheetum

into protective custody.

No doubt part of their
oath to serve and protect.

However, the brave boys in blue

will be serving the public better

if they turn the judge over to me.

Because if they don't I'll be setting off

this giant biological clock

to make every last man and
woman in the City of Angels

old before his or her time.

You have 'til the stroke of
midnight to meet my demands.

If you don't, I'll be the one to strike.

Make no mistake my plan will go off

like clockwork.

- All right, I'll call you right back.

- Tick, tock, tick,
tock, tick, tock, tick.

No more talk.

- You've got to be kidding.

- The plan will work, judge.

- You actually expect
me to turn myself over

to that tick-tocking t*rror1st?

Hey, try to say that three times fast.

Tick-terror-tockerist, tock-terror-tick.

(speaking gibberish)

That is a twist tonguer.

I mean, a tongue twister,

- Your honor, you wouldn't be
turning yourself over to him.

It'd be a set up

to flush him out of hiding.

Once he shows his face we'll
move in and arrest him.

- Uh-huh, and who'd gonna
guarantee my safety?

- I will.

- You?

It's because of your complete and utter

lack of competency as a police officer

that we're in this mess
in the first place.

No offense.

- None taken.

- Now wait a minute!

You can't blame the captain for this.

He's doing the best job he can.

- That's my point exactly.

And his best is not good enough.

So, what can I get you to drink?

(Darcy scoffs)

- Don't let what the
judge said get to you.

- Oh, believe me,

he didn't say anything
I haven't said to myself

a million times before.

- Have I ever shown you my bruise?

- There's only one place
Clockwise can get more chips.

- Uh?

- The Phoenix Institute.

- Oh, well what are we waiting for?

- We?

(dramatic music)

- Hello?

Anyone out there?

Can you hear me?

- Dr. Phoenix?

- Oh, please, you're just in time.

Please, open, press the button.

(door squeaks)

- [Darcy] What happened?

- Clockwise.

He stole the chrono-genetic-velocirator

just as I was on the verge of
making an important discovery.

- What kind of discovery?

- I may have found a way to
reverse the aging process.

- I thought you said that wasn't possible.

- Yes, for Clockwise, but
not for a genius like myself.

I was on the cover of
Popular Genetics after all.

- This is great.

- Yes, my mother thought so too.

She stuck it up on her refrigerator

so her fondue club could see it.

(captain laughs)

- I think the captain was
talking about your discovery.

At least now we don't have to worry about

when to stop Clockwise

because whatever damage he does

you're gonna be able to undo.

- That's not exactly true, detective.

You see, I was only halfway done

with the microchip conversion.

If Clockwise uses it in its present state,

well, he won't just age us,

he will turn us into corpses.

(dramatic music)

- We're running out of time, Walker.

My watch says quarter to .

- Mine says :.

- Well, trust me, I set my watch every day

at the corner of Sears and Third.

- Sears and Third?

- Yeah, you know, where
the clock tower is.

It's been there years
and it's never been wrong.

- The clock tower, that's it!

(tires screech)

(dramatic music)

You think you can handle these stairs?

- Oh yeah, sure.

But it might take me a little time.

- Well, time is all we've got.

You better get started.

- Wait, where are you going?

- To wait here for chopper patrol.

(dramatic music)

- [Clockwise] Tick, tock, tick, tock.

- We're almost finished with
these connections here, boss.

- Not a moment too soon
it's five to midnight.

- [Big Hand] Already?

- Time flies when you're having fun.

- The fun's over, Clockwise.

- Don't you ever knock?

Get her!

(dramatic music)

(stick thwacks)

(Big Hand grunts)

(bell rings)

(dramatic music)

(Little Hand grunts)

(captain huffing)

(Little Hand grunts)

(Little Hand thuds)

- I'll punch your clock.

(dramatic music)
(sticks whacking)

(Hourglass groans)

- That's what I call a Swiss Miss.

(dramatic music)
(captain huffing)

(dramatic music)

(Big Hand grunting)

(captain grunting)

(dramatic music)

(fists thudding)

(Little Hand groans)

- [Little Hand] Hey!

Let me down!

(captain huffing)

(Little Hand grunting)

(Little Hand mumbling angrily)

(bells ringing)
- Too late, Black Scorpion.

- This game of b*at the
Clock isn't over yet.

- You wouldn't hit a man
with glasses would you?

- Well, in your case
I'll make an exception.

(fist thwacks)

(dramatic music)

There's gotta be a way to stop this thing.

(dramatic music)

- Speaking of stopping,

fortunately for me when I take a licking

I keep right on ticking.

(imitates clock ticking)

(fist whacks)

The same thing can't be said for you.

Now nothing will stop me!

(dramatic music)

- Freeze.

You're under arrest.

- If it isn't my old friend,
Patrolman Strickland.

- It's Captain Strickland now.

And I'm not as old as you'd like.

Your biological clock didn't get to me.

- You mean the years
have done this to you?

Time is a cruel mistress.

(bell rings)

- The point is

now you'll never get your revenge on me.

- Is that so?

(bell rings)

- Not as long as you've got
that chrono-genetic-accelerator

aimed at the city.

- Ah!

Well now

it's aimed at you.

How's it feel to be in the wrong place

at the wrong time?

- Cut off that machine.

- I'll turn it off when
it's half past never!

- Then you leave me no choice.

- What are you doing?

- k*lling time.

(dramatic music)

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

No!

No!

No time!

(Clockwise groaning)

(dramatic music)

(bones cracking)

(Black Scorpion yells)
- Yuck.

(dramatic music)

- Dr. Phoenix has been
working around the clock

to restore youth to Clockwise's victims.

The bad news, however,
is that his discovery

can only reverse the
artificial aging process

brought on by the
chrono-genetic-velocirator.

The true fountain of youth
has yet to be discovered.

I'm sure there are a lot of
disappointed viewers out there.

- Well, I hope somebody
discovers a fountain of youth

by the time I get old.

- I wouldn't worry about
it if I were you, baby.

- Why not?

- 'Cause you are gonna be fine at any age.

And I know from experience.

- So, you don't care if my hair goes gray?

- You'll be a silver fox
no matter what age you are.

And I'll be the fox catcher.

(Tender Lovin' laughs)

- You still look scary.

- Hello, Darc.

- Wow, it's nice to see that you guys

are back to yourselves again.

- You mean back to our young selves.

- It's kinda bumming me out.

I was looking forward to retiring.

- Oh, speaking of which,
where's the captain?

- He's in his office, packing.

- What?

He's quitting?

Even after he helped Black
Scorpion save the city?

- The city wouldn't
have needed to be saved

if I hadn't arrested
Tickerman in the first place.

- Come on, captain, you were a young cop.

Young cops make mistakes.

We do it every day.

Some of us a little more than others.

- Is she talking to us?

- The fact is that you
learned from your mistakes.

And actually, we learn from them too.

- All right, Walker.

You've convinced me.

I'm gonna stay right here
and keep making mistakes

so that you guys can be better cops.

- Uh, well, that's not
exactly what I meant.

- Slugger, Specs,

bring these boxes, help me unpack.

- Hey, give me that back.

- [Slugger] Yeah, pick up the boxes.

- Hey.

Walker, why the long face?

Is something wrong?

- I don't know.

This whole thing has just got me thinking

about getting older.

- Are you still worried about being alone?

- Yeah, I mean, I don't know.

It would be nice to have somebody.

- Come on, I told you,

we will have each other.

- As partners?

- Um, I think I know how
Clockwise would answer that.

- How?

- [Steve] Only time will tell.

- Hello?

Anybody?

Hello?

(dramatic music)