C.O.P.S. (1988–1989): Season 1, Episode 1 - The Case of the Stuck-Up Blimp - full transcript
Big Boss plans to rob wealthy guests at a party held on board a posh Empire City blimp.
- C.O.P.S -
Central Organization of Police Specialists.
Fighting crime,
in a future time.
Protecting Empire city from
Big Boss and his gang of crooks.
C.O.P.S
C.O.P.S
It's crime fighting time.
The case of the stuck-up blimp.
C.O.P.S File #29716.
The crime was unusually daring,
even for the big boss.
A day light robbery of Empire
city's spectacular new blimp.
Here's how the case came down.
The mount that arrived
at Empire city this morning,
in a few short hours,
the city's rich and famous,
will be arriving in drones for the
fund-raiser on board this luxury air-ship.
I'll be there too.
Bringing you exclusive coverage.
This is Whitney Morgan,
reporting live.
Ah.
Empire city's rich and famous,
eh?
All stuck on that blimp.
What an opportunity!
Now, let go over the plan,
ONE MORE TIME.
Right,
big boss.
We crash the party on the blimp, destroy
the radio so they can't call for help,
Then we steal all
the loot we can carry.
And I zoom up in the cockpit,
and collect the gang and the loot.
Not before I cut the blimp loose.
The cops will be so busy
trying to save the passengers,
We'll slip right
through their fingers.
Eh...
Good...
But you forget one thing!
If we're gonna crash that party,
we gonna wear tuxedos.
Officer...
You forgot something.
- No tuxedo is complete without a top hat.
- Ah, thanks!
Ta ta...
Better hurry,
probably late for the fund-raiser.
Ah?
I.D Code
574-62-912
- Suspect Identification -
BERSERKO - K23105
TURBO TU TONE - Z19242
(ALARM)
We'll be the best dressed crooks
in Empire city, Hi hi hi ha ha.
Police officer,
you are under arrest!
Freeze!
Lowlifes.
Ah?!
Why's they had to up the roof?
Don't look down,
just don't look down.
Just our luck, we rub a tuxedo shop while
the cop is being fitted for a monkey suite.
Ugh..
Agh.
Com'on Berserko.
Yeah,
right.
Whoa Whoa..
Whaa Whoa...
Whoahooo...
Whoooaaoooo.
Ahhhhh...
Yagghhh...
Ughh!
Aghh.
(FEAR OF FALLING)
Ahh.
Ahh.
What's the matter,
rubber legs?
Afraid of heights?
Hi hi,
ha ha ha.
Let's go bright boy.
We got a blimp to rob.
Oh.. Eh.
Ah.. Ah.
C.O.P.S
(MECHANIC GROWL)
(CLEAR THROAT)
Has anyone seen Hardtop?
We're going to be late
for that charity dinner.
He'll show up sir. Hardtop had never
miss a chance to meet his... Dream girl.
You mean Whitney...
Uhm... Whitney...
Morgan.
Whitney Morgan.
The best darn
reported in Empire city.
And... Also the prettiest.
I hear she goes for big
though cops in uniform.
Well I guess that leaves me out.
Let's go sir.
"Crimson Caterers"
I like the big boss' new
plan a whole lot better.
We'll be able to go anywhere in that blimp,
dressed like waiters.
- Hi he he he
- Ha ha ha
How long have you
been afraid of heights?
Who? Me?
What makes you think
I'm afraid of heights?
Then how do you explain
the look of fear in your eyes?
Uhm...
well.. I...
This isn't official C.O.P.S
business Hardtop.
Nobody's forcing you up.
That's OK.
I can handle it.
(WHISTLING)
(WHISTLE TO SIGHT OF A GEM)
He he.
You won't believe...
Federal agent Vess.
Com'on boys.
You're Baldwin P. Vess,
leader of C.O.P.S, code name "Bulletproof".
You are very well
informed young lady.
I'm a reporter.
I have my sources.
Look Bulletproof,
I need an angle on this event.
I'm not here on official business,
our visit is strictly social.
Well, if something comes up...
You will be the first to know.
Ah...
She looks even prettier in person.
What exactly are these things?
What do I look like lady,
the gallop and gourmet?
Hey!
Ah?!
Maybe you didn't understand...
The lady wants to know
what you're serving.
Hey, I ain't serving nothing.
I'm on a parole, see.
Parole...
I probably wouldn't have liked
these little sandwiches anyway.
Wait, I saw you with Bulletproof earlier,
you must be one of the cops.
Mind if I tag along?
I think you might be on to a story.
Well, I...
I guess, I...
- Now, as you were saying...
- Whitney sweetheart,
- Yes Beamer?
- I set up an interview with Nathan Kelly.
- The shipping tycoon?
- That very same.
Well, lead on Beamer.
Got to go officer,
we'll talk later.
Oh...
- Ugh.
- Ohhh..
What!?
Hey bitch, what are you trying to do?!
Ruin my threads?
Something fishy around here chief,
and it's not the caviar.
Shh...
Let's check it out.
Ah? What?
Berserko!
I guess we should
have brought our guns, ah?
Don't move, Cop'per.
Get your mitts up.
Now..
Move up against the wall.
Well what do you know?!
Ohh robbery-legs,
right?
You got some memory mister.
What do we do
with them Berserko?
- Ogh.
- Ugh.
If I could just get
my hands on you...
Chill out,
robber-legs.
Eh,
here's the new game plan.
Ah..
Ah...
You signal Turbo,
and destroy the ship's radio.
Ah, good.
Meanwhile, I'll cut the blimp loose
while the boys rob the passengers.
Great!
Let's do it.
But don't forget to
make me a doggy bag.
Uhm,
I like those little sandwiches.
Doggy bag,
right.
Now get out there!
Ss...sorry Bulle-Bulletproof.
But my fingers are
starting to freeze.
There!
I've almost got it.
- That does it!
- It is all my fault.
I should have figured why
those thugs are stealing tuxedos.
Don't worry about it,
I've got a plan.
10-33.
Repeat, 10-33... Emergency.
Emergency,
officers in trouble, request backup.
Robbery in progress.
Bulletproof in trouble,
lets go!
It's crime fighting time!
A simple tumbler setup.
A charge about here should be sufficient.
This M98 moves approximately...
Do it before my ears freeze off.
Ah, sir.
- Hey!
- Ahh...
Never cut a blimp loose before.
I kinda like it!
- Hey!!
- Ahhh...
One line is down...
Three to go.
10-27,
Approach with extreme caution.
Repeat,
Approach with extreme caution!
On our way up,
sir.
What gives?!
Suspect on-board plans
to cut the zeppelin loose.
If the blimp breaks free,
we'll never get on board.
Listen Hardtop, I'll go up and stop
Krusher before he cuts the ship loose.
When that platform comes around,
with LongArm and the
others, lock it into place.
I won't let you down sir.
That goes without saying...
Excuse me!
Whitney Morgan, Empire city news.
Can't you see I'm busy,
lady?
Oh don't let me interrupt.
But I was curious, you looted the
passengers of all their valuables,
why steal those tiny Sandwiches?
It's a doggy bag,
for Krusher.
It's all over,
Krusher!
Ugh...
(STRUGGLING)
Hate to leave you hanging...
But I got a blimp to cut loose.
Ugh...
Cops! I better get the loot
before things heat up down there.
Now that we're party poopers,
but our ride just showed up.
Alright lets split.
I hope you don't think I'm a pest,
but how about an exclusive interview?
One more crack out of you lady, and I'll
give you an exclusive knuckle sandwich.
Then how about some stock
footage for the 11 o'clock news?
Beamer!
Look what you've done do Beamer!
It will take weeks to
put him back together again.
Give it up lady,
you join him!
Got... to stop him!
Berserko!
You are under... arrest...
Let me go you big goon.
You should have
stayed in the Ice box.
Hardtop!
Get ready.
I can't.
Snap out of it kid.
LongArm.
I can't.
Ahh...
Ah.
Ugh.... Egh.
LongArm,
Use your power cuffs.
You OK Hardtop?
- Yeah!
- Good.
Now go get Krusher,
while we get the rest of the gang.
Put me down!
How dare you!
Take you paws off me,
you big jerk.
Quite lady, I mean it.
I am not kidding.
Freeze, lowlife.
You are under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say,
Can and will be used
against you in the court of law.
Ahhhh...
Let me help you!
Oghh...
Ohh.
Oh! I forgot the loot.
(GUN SHOTS)
The game's over Berserko.
That's what you think, Blackfoot.
Geronimoooo.
Ahh..
You got the loot?
Before you go, a quick interview
for the 18:00 o'clock news?
It's been funnn.
And you can quote me on it.
Whoa...
Ahhhh...
Heeeeelp.
- I'm losing my grip!
- Don't worry, I won't let you fall.
Ahhhh...
I think...
I've finally found my story.
Ahhh...
Yayy.
Sorry to spoil the moment kid.
What do you know...
They left the loot.
ha he he he.
Hmm.. I assume you pulled
the heist off without a hitch?
- How much loot did you get?
- Let me see...
Ah?!
What?
I hope it's not a problem?
Sandwiches??
Ah...
Ah, well big boss...
We did have a little
problem with the loot.
But how do you feel about,
sandwiches?
Aghh...
Berserko!
Ah...
Excuse me...
Hardtop.
I just wanted to say...
We've gotta hook up with the studio,
they want you to go on live.
I...
I think what you did was...
Cut the chit-chat,
50 million viewers awaiting.
Ahh..
Next time lady.
So... What yours about
you being afraid of heights?
Not anymore.
Anybody can conquer their fears.
Tonight, Empire city was served by
its elite law enforcement team, C.O.P.S.
Who proved once again,
that crime does not pay,
and this reporter must give a special
thanks to one member of C.O.P.S,
This' one for you,
Hardtop.
Rock Krusher and the remaining
crooks were sentenced to jail.
The jewels were returned
to their rightful owners,
and the zeppelin was
re-moored above Empire city.
Thus ending the case
of the stuck-up blimp.
Case closed.
Central Organization of Police Specialists.
Fighting crime,
in a future time.
Protecting Empire city from
Big Boss and his gang of crooks.
C.O.P.S
C.O.P.S
It's crime fighting time.
The case of the stuck-up blimp.
C.O.P.S File #29716.
The crime was unusually daring,
even for the big boss.
A day light robbery of Empire
city's spectacular new blimp.
Here's how the case came down.
The mount that arrived
at Empire city this morning,
in a few short hours,
the city's rich and famous,
will be arriving in drones for the
fund-raiser on board this luxury air-ship.
I'll be there too.
Bringing you exclusive coverage.
This is Whitney Morgan,
reporting live.
Ah.
Empire city's rich and famous,
eh?
All stuck on that blimp.
What an opportunity!
Now, let go over the plan,
ONE MORE TIME.
Right,
big boss.
We crash the party on the blimp, destroy
the radio so they can't call for help,
Then we steal all
the loot we can carry.
And I zoom up in the cockpit,
and collect the gang and the loot.
Not before I cut the blimp loose.
The cops will be so busy
trying to save the passengers,
We'll slip right
through their fingers.
Eh...
Good...
But you forget one thing!
If we're gonna crash that party,
we gonna wear tuxedos.
Officer...
You forgot something.
- No tuxedo is complete without a top hat.
- Ah, thanks!
Ta ta...
Better hurry,
probably late for the fund-raiser.
Ah?
I.D Code
574-62-912
- Suspect Identification -
BERSERKO - K23105
TURBO TU TONE - Z19242
(ALARM)
We'll be the best dressed crooks
in Empire city, Hi hi hi ha ha.
Police officer,
you are under arrest!
Freeze!
Lowlifes.
Ah?!
Why's they had to up the roof?
Don't look down,
just don't look down.
Just our luck, we rub a tuxedo shop while
the cop is being fitted for a monkey suite.
Ugh..
Agh.
Com'on Berserko.
Yeah,
right.
Whoa Whoa..
Whaa Whoa...
Whoahooo...
Whoooaaoooo.
Ahhhhh...
Yagghhh...
Ughh!
Aghh.
(FEAR OF FALLING)
Ahh.
Ahh.
What's the matter,
rubber legs?
Afraid of heights?
Hi hi,
ha ha ha.
Let's go bright boy.
We got a blimp to rob.
Oh.. Eh.
Ah.. Ah.
C.O.P.S
(MECHANIC GROWL)
(CLEAR THROAT)
Has anyone seen Hardtop?
We're going to be late
for that charity dinner.
He'll show up sir. Hardtop had never
miss a chance to meet his... Dream girl.
You mean Whitney...
Uhm... Whitney...
Morgan.
Whitney Morgan.
The best darn
reported in Empire city.
And... Also the prettiest.
I hear she goes for big
though cops in uniform.
Well I guess that leaves me out.
Let's go sir.
"Crimson Caterers"
I like the big boss' new
plan a whole lot better.
We'll be able to go anywhere in that blimp,
dressed like waiters.
- Hi he he he
- Ha ha ha
How long have you
been afraid of heights?
Who? Me?
What makes you think
I'm afraid of heights?
Then how do you explain
the look of fear in your eyes?
Uhm...
well.. I...
This isn't official C.O.P.S
business Hardtop.
Nobody's forcing you up.
That's OK.
I can handle it.
(WHISTLING)
(WHISTLE TO SIGHT OF A GEM)
He he.
You won't believe...
Federal agent Vess.
Com'on boys.
You're Baldwin P. Vess,
leader of C.O.P.S, code name "Bulletproof".
You are very well
informed young lady.
I'm a reporter.
I have my sources.
Look Bulletproof,
I need an angle on this event.
I'm not here on official business,
our visit is strictly social.
Well, if something comes up...
You will be the first to know.
Ah...
She looks even prettier in person.
What exactly are these things?
What do I look like lady,
the gallop and gourmet?
Hey!
Ah?!
Maybe you didn't understand...
The lady wants to know
what you're serving.
Hey, I ain't serving nothing.
I'm on a parole, see.
Parole...
I probably wouldn't have liked
these little sandwiches anyway.
Wait, I saw you with Bulletproof earlier,
you must be one of the cops.
Mind if I tag along?
I think you might be on to a story.
Well, I...
I guess, I...
- Now, as you were saying...
- Whitney sweetheart,
- Yes Beamer?
- I set up an interview with Nathan Kelly.
- The shipping tycoon?
- That very same.
Well, lead on Beamer.
Got to go officer,
we'll talk later.
Oh...
- Ugh.
- Ohhh..
What!?
Hey bitch, what are you trying to do?!
Ruin my threads?
Something fishy around here chief,
and it's not the caviar.
Shh...
Let's check it out.
Ah? What?
Berserko!
I guess we should
have brought our guns, ah?
Don't move, Cop'per.
Get your mitts up.
Now..
Move up against the wall.
Well what do you know?!
Ohh robbery-legs,
right?
You got some memory mister.
What do we do
with them Berserko?
- Ogh.
- Ugh.
If I could just get
my hands on you...
Chill out,
robber-legs.
Eh,
here's the new game plan.
Ah..
Ah...
You signal Turbo,
and destroy the ship's radio.
Ah, good.
Meanwhile, I'll cut the blimp loose
while the boys rob the passengers.
Great!
Let's do it.
But don't forget to
make me a doggy bag.
Uhm,
I like those little sandwiches.
Doggy bag,
right.
Now get out there!
Ss...sorry Bulle-Bulletproof.
But my fingers are
starting to freeze.
There!
I've almost got it.
- That does it!
- It is all my fault.
I should have figured why
those thugs are stealing tuxedos.
Don't worry about it,
I've got a plan.
10-33.
Repeat, 10-33... Emergency.
Emergency,
officers in trouble, request backup.
Robbery in progress.
Bulletproof in trouble,
lets go!
It's crime fighting time!
A simple tumbler setup.
A charge about here should be sufficient.
This M98 moves approximately...
Do it before my ears freeze off.
Ah, sir.
- Hey!
- Ahh...
Never cut a blimp loose before.
I kinda like it!
- Hey!!
- Ahhh...
One line is down...
Three to go.
10-27,
Approach with extreme caution.
Repeat,
Approach with extreme caution!
On our way up,
sir.
What gives?!
Suspect on-board plans
to cut the zeppelin loose.
If the blimp breaks free,
we'll never get on board.
Listen Hardtop, I'll go up and stop
Krusher before he cuts the ship loose.
When that platform comes around,
with LongArm and the
others, lock it into place.
I won't let you down sir.
That goes without saying...
Excuse me!
Whitney Morgan, Empire city news.
Can't you see I'm busy,
lady?
Oh don't let me interrupt.
But I was curious, you looted the
passengers of all their valuables,
why steal those tiny Sandwiches?
It's a doggy bag,
for Krusher.
It's all over,
Krusher!
Ugh...
(STRUGGLING)
Hate to leave you hanging...
But I got a blimp to cut loose.
Ugh...
Cops! I better get the loot
before things heat up down there.
Now that we're party poopers,
but our ride just showed up.
Alright lets split.
I hope you don't think I'm a pest,
but how about an exclusive interview?
One more crack out of you lady, and I'll
give you an exclusive knuckle sandwich.
Then how about some stock
footage for the 11 o'clock news?
Beamer!
Look what you've done do Beamer!
It will take weeks to
put him back together again.
Give it up lady,
you join him!
Got... to stop him!
Berserko!
You are under... arrest...
Let me go you big goon.
You should have
stayed in the Ice box.
Hardtop!
Get ready.
I can't.
Snap out of it kid.
LongArm.
I can't.
Ahh...
Ah.
Ugh.... Egh.
LongArm,
Use your power cuffs.
You OK Hardtop?
- Yeah!
- Good.
Now go get Krusher,
while we get the rest of the gang.
Put me down!
How dare you!
Take you paws off me,
you big jerk.
Quite lady, I mean it.
I am not kidding.
Freeze, lowlife.
You are under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say,
Can and will be used
against you in the court of law.
Ahhhh...
Let me help you!
Oghh...
Ohh.
Oh! I forgot the loot.
(GUN SHOTS)
The game's over Berserko.
That's what you think, Blackfoot.
Geronimoooo.
Ahh..
You got the loot?
Before you go, a quick interview
for the 18:00 o'clock news?
It's been funnn.
And you can quote me on it.
Whoa...
Ahhhh...
Heeeeelp.
- I'm losing my grip!
- Don't worry, I won't let you fall.
Ahhhh...
I think...
I've finally found my story.
Ahhh...
Yayy.
Sorry to spoil the moment kid.
What do you know...
They left the loot.
ha he he he.
Hmm.. I assume you pulled
the heist off without a hitch?
- How much loot did you get?
- Let me see...
Ah?!
What?
I hope it's not a problem?
Sandwiches??
Ah...
Ah, well big boss...
We did have a little
problem with the loot.
But how do you feel about,
sandwiches?
Aghh...
Berserko!
Ah...
Excuse me...
Hardtop.
I just wanted to say...
We've gotta hook up with the studio,
they want you to go on live.
I...
I think what you did was...
Cut the chit-chat,
50 million viewers awaiting.
Ahh..
Next time lady.
So... What yours about
you being afraid of heights?
Not anymore.
Anybody can conquer their fears.
Tonight, Empire city was served by
its elite law enforcement team, C.O.P.S.
Who proved once again,
that crime does not pay,
and this reporter must give a special
thanks to one member of C.O.P.S,
This' one for you,
Hardtop.
Rock Krusher and the remaining
crooks were sentenced to jail.
The jewels were returned
to their rightful owners,
and the zeppelin was
re-moored above Empire city.
Thus ending the case
of the stuck-up blimp.
Case closed.