Cyborg Cop III

You think they did that on purpose?

Yep.

If you ask me, that stuff will kill you.

Well, I know Saint, I know.

I mean, he ruined my breakfast.

Damn.

Let's get our guns ready.

Our guns?

Saint, we're going after a tax evader.

You know, we we're going after tax evader

whose main artillery is bug spray.

We're going after a bug-spraying tax evader, Saint,

not public enemy number one.

All right.

Oh, this is great.

Now, we gotta get the damn car washed too.

And I'm hungry. How much are we getting paid for this?

400.

Each? - Total.

You're Seth Perkins?

You boys enjoy your bath?

Max Kylie, I'm Saint Sebastian.

We're federal marshals. -Howdy.

Here to escort you to the nearest federal building.

Charges, tax evasion.

Your boys think you're the first fools

who Harv sent out here to get me?

Harvey? Hell, you know Harvey?

What a scumbag.

He knows Harvey.

Well, Harvey wanted me so bad,

he paid the last guys he sent out here 500 bucks to get me.

I guess you boys must be getting a whopping grand, huh?

We don't get out of bed for a grand.

You boys ought to get a job that pays better.

Adios.

Saint, I, uh, I think he's leaving.

Saint, what are you doing?

What are you looking at, the plane?

No, don't look at the plane, Saint. You hear me?

I read a book. -You what?

I read a book on flying.

It's like riding a bike. There's nothing to it.

You kidding me, right?

I mean, a book.

Saint, you're kidding me, right?

Max.

What is this, a height thing?

No, Saint.

No, this is not a height thing.

Then what is it, Max?

This would be more like a death thing!

Get in the plane.

Oh, look at that.

We can talk to each other.

Hold on.

Oh, my God. - That's it, Max.

Damn rednecks,

thinking they can catch an old fox.

This is great, huh?

Oh, my God. - This is great.

You wanna play games?

You've got to play with Uncle Seth.

Hold tight, Max, hold tight.

Son of a bitch.

What--? Look at him.

Look out.

We got a baldie six o'clock close.

What we gonna do about it, sir?

He probably gonna wet-plucket us.

Don't you worry nothing about it, son,

'cause it's bath time.

I can't see.

Open the window.

Nah, I can't open the window.

It's poison out there.

Come play with me, baby, let's see what you're made of.

Just hold on, Max. We're gonna get him.

Oh, not so fast.

Way over left, way over left.

Okay.

There he is.

The bumper's pretty good, huh?

I will shoot him. - You can't shoot him.

Take out the engine.

Thanks. -

Shit.

Hell of a shot, Max.

Don't worry, he's going down, Max.

Prepare for emergency landing.

Put your head between your knees and kiss your butts goodbye.

Saint? - Yeah, Max.

You got to the part on landing, right?

Didn't get that far.

We're gonna die. - Hold on, Max.

See, Max, nothing to it. -Yeah.

Saint, it was a heart attack, I feel like.

This ain't what would've happened

if I finished that book.

Shut up, I just want to go home.

Well, you know, partner, I think I prefer this guy's landing.

Oh boy.

Federal marshals kill farmer over tax evasion.

That's gonna look really good, Max.

Well...

Shit.

When I get outta here, I'm going to kill your mothers!

My mama who works--

Max. - 20 hours.

Max. - For 10 years.

My mother!

You broke my leg, you son of a bitch!

You should have never insulted his mother.

He's right. -

He's right.

Hey, hey, come on. Hey, where you guys going?

Well, you know what? The job paid.

Ain't nobody begging you to do it.

Right. Well, Harv, I want you to listen real good, all right?

I had to fly with the Red Barron here.

Well, you can thank your stars

you're not getting charged any doctors bills either.

Besides his legs, you fractured a couple of ribs.

Now we got this little extra job we want you to do.

We got this escaped prisoner up near Des Moines.

We wanted your boys go up there and track him down.

How much?

Give you five.

A thousand.

500.

Hundred, hundred?

Saint, UTCB, all right?

'Cause you know I'm outta here.

Harv.

What was this guy in for?

Oh, he, uh...

Oh, he killed a banker with an ice pick

and took the guard's gun.

We'll pass.

Nice try, Harv, nice try.

Now wait a minute.

Really, Harv. Really nice.

Adios, now, it was special.

Max, Saint, you owe me a favor!

Oh, yeah. Thank you.

Evelyn Reed is in the studio tonight

to file this special report.

Evelyn. -Thanks, David.

Once again, Iowa-based Delta Tech

has managed to stay out of the limelight

in recent Congressional hearings.

Delta Tech was accused and cleared

of selling US technology to powers

that could use the technology against US interests.

But what exactly is the nature of this technology?

And why do those who get employed by Delta Tech

swear an oath equal to that

of the National Security Council?

The true nature of Delta Tech's

secret technology remains a mystery.

The hearings are scheduled to proceed

after the Congressional recess.

And as the story breaks, we'll be there.

David. -

Thanks, Evelyn.

Stay with us with Bob Laramie and sports coming up next.

NHL league for this week.

Wednesday's games.

We've had an upset-- -Thank you, Oscar.

Montreal, one, New York Rangers, two.

Buffalo, one, Florida, two.

And we are off the air. Thank you very much, everybody.

Los Angeles over Dallas...

Evelyn, good one. -Thanks.

Call for you on line two, Ms. Reed.

Okay.

Evelyn Reed.

Look, I get a hundred calls like this.

Can you prove it?

Okay, I'll be there in one hour.

Ms. Reed. -Derrick?

I didn't think you were gonna show.

Listen, if you have an inside track on Delta Tech,

you better be able to back it up.

I can, Ms. Reed, oh yes, I can.

So what does Delta Tech have to do with the university?

They're our department's greatest benefactors.

They donated an entire wing.

Derrick, it's very late.

I'm a very busy woman.

That's what you brought me out here for?

Ms. Reed, you'll see for yourself.

Come along.

The guy I work for, Dr. Phelps, is conducting live experiments

with insect DNA and human plasma.

So what are they doing,

injecting humans with insect DNA?

Ms. Reed, it's a known fact