Angie Tribeca

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?