01x06 - Manhattan Maneater

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"City slayer strikes again.

New york nighttime terror
reaches new peaks

With the discovery of the city
slayer's fourth victim."

Reading trashy tabloids does not
count as urban studies, jonny.

-Yeah, but it sure is more
interesting, pop.

-We had a deal.

You agreed to study
if I brought you along.

This is vince vance, welcoming
you to another edition

Of ad vance:
the big apple, sliced and diced.

New york's number one news
magazine.

We're live at the scene
where only hours ago

The infamous city slayer struck
again,

Slaughtering victim
number four.

No one is more enraged at these
senseless murders

Than yours truly.

So, on behalf of my show,
I am offering a $25,000
reward...

Twenty-five thousand bucks?

...for any information that can
bring this psycho to justice.

This is vince vance,
live for ad vance:

The big apple,
sliced and diced.

Wait, jonny.

Remember, you have a deal
with your father.

Lighten up, hadj.

If this isn't urban studies,
tell me what is.

All right, cool it, kid.

There's nothing for you
to see here.

Go home and catch it
on the 6:00 news.

Okay, that's a wrap,
let's get out of here.

This is trouble. I know it.

On the other hand,
good medicine taste bitter.

Vince, have you lost your mind?
Twenty-five thousand dollars?

Jerry, baby, relax.
Take a chill pill.

Think of the ratings.

Who are you two clowns?

Two of your biggest fans,
mr. Vance.

You and the rest of the world.
You want my autograph?

Here, take two.
They're small.

-Can you believe
that guy?

-No and I'm sure no one else
does either.

If you ask me,
this k*ller ain't human.

An animal,
that's what he is.

An animal.

-Victim number four.

-An animal, an animal.

That's what it is.

Slaughtering victim
number four.

Jonny.

Jonny, jonny, wake up.

I know I can find
the city slayer.

-Oh, in your dreams, man.
-In a manner of speaking, yes.

Trust me. I feel it.

Okay, that's
good enough for me.

-Now what?
-We make like sherlock holmes.

I have already deduced that the
midpoint of all the m*rder sites

Is grand central station.

The new york subway system
gives our k*ller

A thousand escape routes.

Elementary, my dear hadji.

But maybe playing chicken with


And a couple hundred tons of
train is not too cool.

Exactly.

It is not the live tunnels we're
interested in.

It is the disused ones.

There are more than 80 miles
of abandoned tunnel

Under manhattan alone.

How do you know this stuff?

You too would know this if you
had read your father's article

On modern urban archeology.

Oh, yeah, that was right on top
of my reading list.

Chill. It's just a train.

Let us try this way.

I bet this place
hasn't been used in decades.

I think you will lose
that particular bet, my friend.

Come on, hadji. Move it.

Are you certain it was a tiger
you saw down there?

How can you be sure
it's the city slayer?

How do you know
the incidents are related?

The coroner has been kind enough
to show me his reports.

And I have no doubt
that the injuries

Are consistent with
an attack by a tiger

Or some similar big cat.

Jonny. Jonny quest.

I'm afraid we have
nothing else to say.

No further comment.

You, the kid with the towel
on his head.

Why didn't
the big pussycat eat you too?

You betray your ignorance, sir.

This is not a towel,
it is a turban.

Yeah, turban-schmurban.

You got some mystic swami thing
happening with you

And the tiger or what?

Actually, sir, I charmed him
with my flute,

Just like I do
with snakes.

Ladies and gentlemen,
meet db graves,

World-renowned hunter and k*ller
of all things great and small.

Ad vance: the big apple,
sliced and diced

Has an exclusive contract
with mr. Graves

To hunt down and k*ll the
manhattan maneater on camera.

I'd rather see
the tiger hunt vince.

We missed out again, dad.

You wanna join them in new york?

-We can?
-Sure. Why not?

With jonny and
benton's track record,

It's a buck to a bent dime
they'll be needing us to pull

The fat out of the fire
within the next 12 hours.

...bringing you an ad vance
exclusive update

On the manhattan maneater.

The beast escaped from convicted
drug lord reno dorman's

Upstate mansion and apparently
traveled to the city

By following the tracks south.

A freaking tiger in manhattan.
Is that cool or what?

...mr. Grave's contract to
$100,000.

-A hundred grand?
-But listen up, new york.

If db fails,
that 100,000 could be yours.

Yeah, tell me about it,
vince.

One hundred thousand dollars
for the manhattan maneater,

Dead or alive.

So, what are we waiting for?
Let's go hunting.

Forget about it, new york.
The reward is mine.

I will hunt down and
terminate that tiger

With extreme prejudice.

Not if I find it first,
mr. Graves.

The man's a barbarian.

We are talking about
a magnificent creature

Not vlad the impaler.

You can't apply logic here,
dr. Quest.

And I'll tell you something
else.

With a hundred
long ones at stake,

Every wacko in new york city
will be gunning for that cat.

If someone kills that tiger,
it'll be our fault.

How do you figure that?

We should've kept
our mouths shut.

-Oh, we gotta do something.
-And your fathers?

Do you think they will sanction
another risky undertaking?

You know what?
Race and pop always say

You should take responsibility
for what you've done.

-Finish what you start.
-And we certainly started this.

What you all need, kids?
Mr. Mo jo got it all.

I got tiger t-shirts, tiger
toys, tiger underwear.

I even got tiger scent.

So, what do you need?

Nothing,
but thanks, anyway.

Yo, goldilocks.
What we got here?

-Where's your crib?
-Crib?

What planet are you from?

-The man's asking where
you're staying at.
-The plaza.

You mean,
we got us a donald and marla?

Ain't these dudes
the two tiger boys?

Tiger boys?

For real? For real?

They the kids that saw
the manhattan maneater, right?

Word. You kids struck luck.

Instead of getting smoked,
you gonna get us rich.

You're gonna find us
that tiger.

What do you mean
there's nothing you can do?

We don't file a missing person's
report until the person's

Been missing 12 hours.

These are not just persons,
sergeant.

They're kids.

Forget it, benton.

These guys will be as much use
as a chicken-wire submarine.

We'll find them ourselves.

Relax, they're probably
just out on the town.

Ain't exactly the plaza, right?

I'd be changing
the channel for you,

But this station
about the only one we get.

Ain't that the way you folks
like it, goldilocks?

Us folks?

You do not have the information
to make a judgment like that.

Yo, yo, yo,
what's your deal, anyway, man?

I mean, being a brown brother.

It is not simply skin
which makes a brother.

It is the soul
within that skin.

For real, swami,
you got that right.

This tiger's worth
a lot of money to us.

When can we expect
delivery?

Real soon, just have
the cash ready.

Then what, karl?
You retire?

Retire? Man, I'll be tripping
if I live to see 25.

On your feet, tonto.
We got tracking to do.

You too.

Standing by to scan all new york
phone signals

Including cellular
and personal communicators.

Downlink. Telesat 17. Code


If they can get to a phone
for a couple seconds

We'll have an instant trace on
them.

Question is,
can they get to a phone?

I have read of a secret
subterranean world

Existing beneath
the subway system.

-For real?
-For real.

It must have been closed down
years ago.

Hey, hey, pussycat. Over here.
Come on, come on.

I'd guess you did right,
goldilocks.

We lucked out.

Imagine trying to smoke
that sucker out in the open.

You tell vince vance
we got his tiger.

Hey, don't be looking at me
like that, man.

It's just business,
that's all.

If it was you, you'd be doing
the same thing to me.

Yeah, you and everyone else.

Can't we get a shot where I look
a little more sincere?

Think of the ratings.

Hey, listen, prime time, I'm
gonna make this call only once.

Now, you want the cat,
I got it.

You could be in the zoo for all
I know, right?

Look, I got someone else to give
you the word, the quest punk.

Now, you tell the man
what's happening out here.

This is jonny quest,
please, call my dad.

Don't you be trying that.

I want him to know we're okay.
He's my pop.

-He'll be ripping his hair out.
-I wouldn't know about that.

Look, three things, prime time:
no cops, the money in cash,

And I want the cat's body
when you done blowing it away.

-Deal.
-Deal.

Now, here's where we meet.

We're locking on,
grand central station.

-Wait.
-Something wrong?

-They're beneath the station.
-In the subway?

No, below that.

I surmise it would be best
to drop it and run.

This is vince vance, live from
the subterranean world

Of new york where we will
witness television history.

The death of
the manhattan maneater.

I don't hear
no tiger, man.

There they are.

So, what's the deal?

-Where's the tiger?
-I guess it escaped.

You wanna die, punk?

I see him.

Wait, wait, get some light up
there.

He's framed. Camera rolling.

At great risk
to my own life,

I am bringing you
this portrait

Of a murderous,
bloodthirsty k*lling machine.

You can't do this.

For a hundred grand,
we can do anything.

The great hunter and mercenary,
db graves

Is lining up the k*ll shot,
which will end

The manhattan maneater's
reign of terror.

No more words are needed
from this reporter.

I'll let our camera tell the
story until justice is served.

Justice?

This ain't nothing
about justice.

Ain't nothing right
about this.

No.

-Stand aside.
-What's this?

Show's over. The deal's off.

-Move or I'll sh**t.
-He means it.

So do i, man.

This is obstruction
of justice.

You morons
are gonna blow my ratings.

Turn that stupid
thing off.

Take it easy, k*ller,
the hunt's over.

That was my k*ll,
give me my r*fle.

You cretin, you idiot,
you moron.

Do you know what
you've just done?

Sure, k*lled
a great story.

My man was just kind of
out of place.

I know that feeling.

-Did you have to k*ll him?
-He's not dead, son.

But he'll wake up with one heck
of a hangover.

-Come on, let's take him home.
-Home?

Yeah, he belongs
in a jungle,

And I'm not talking
about new york.

Go ahead, jonny.

This is your deal.

I guess at least I can say
I visited india.

It's a cool place, swami.