Cop Craft (コップクラフト)

They're late.

Can you take it easy for once, man?

These people'd be late to their own mother's funeral,

for Christ's sake.

Yeah, I know the type,

but I've got somewhere to be after this.

Hot little lady?

That's one way to put it.

She's got me wrapped around her little claw

and I love every minute of it.

Oh, the cat, I shoulda known.

Finally, here those punks are.

Let's get to it so you can feed your cat.

Hey friends. You got the cash?

You shitheads are late.

The cops'll be sniffing around here any minute.

Where's the cash? Let's see it.

You first. You got the stuff?

High quality, right?

Shipped straight from the source.

Show us the cash and we show you the stuff.

Don't make me come get it.

I told you to calm down.

I got your dough right here.

All 50,000 in cold, hard cash.

Your turn, let's see the merch.

Whatcha think, friends?

A real-life fairy.

That's pretty good quality. Don't you think?

Oh, hell yeah. A higher life form.

You could make some primo drugs with this.

Where'd you guys get it?

I can't say. Trade secret and all that jazz.

Whatever, We'll take it.

Rick?

Right.

Pleasure doing business. Thanks a lot.

Yeah, glad it worked out.

Yeah, me, too.

Now that that's done, let's get down to why we're really here.

San-Teresa Metropolitan police.

Show me your hands.

You bastards are cops?

You punk's under arrest for kidnapping

and human trafficking.

This little fairy is a Semanian citizen, after all.

On your knees, hands above your heads.

C'mon, let's go!

Damn it. You dirty shithead pigs set us up!

You've got quite a potty mouth, don'tcha?

Rick, wanna read these idiots their rights?

You can do the honors, Kei.

Okay, listen up, for your own good.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything that comes out of that dirty hole in your face may be

used against you in a court of law,

so shut up and stop making more trouble for yourself.

You have the right to legal counsel.

If you can't afford one of those scumbags,

a subpar public defender will be provided.

You're welcome. Aren't we nice?

You fascist pig! I hope you burn in hell!

Doreana meta badely na !

Doreana meta badely na !

-- Hey. -- Doreana meta badely na !

Rick!

Doreana... Doreana...

Doreana meta badely na .

Zona zanieyen biye genna neylie .

That language. It's not from Earth.

Beyzennaly nozey daal fiel mezeyda dehmameiya

leymeh noi agusica .

Shut your mouth, damn alien.

Rick... Rick!

Dammit!

15 years ago, a hyperspace gate appeared

in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.

Beyond that gate lay a mysterious world filled with

fairies and monsters.

The city of San-Teresa on Kariaena island

became known as "Earth's Front Door."

Over two million citizens from this strange world live here.

A melting pot of races, cultures, and species.

The haves and the have-nots.

San-Teresa is the world's newest "city of dreams."

But, in the shadows, lurk all kinds of crimes and criminals.

Drugs, prostitution, weapons smuggling.

The San-Teresa Metropolitan Police force

maintain a specialized unit to deal with the seedy mayhem.

Hey, Matoba.

They found the perp's body lying in the road in Apple Hills.

Apple Hills? That's two miles away.

Chief Roth.

I got three clean hits on that guy with a nine millimeter.

No way in hell he got that far.

If he was a normal, human criminal, no.

So, It was another one of those damn aliens.

That's my guess.

Think he was controlled by a Semanian wizard?

The perp spoke Farbani,

and used words only spoken by the intellectual class.

He said that fairy was special.

Hm. I'll handle things here.

Matoba. You go get some rest.

Chief. My partner of four years

was just murdered in front of me.

I'm gonna make his killers pay.

That's an order. You hear me Sergeant?

I'm Sorry about Rick, but you need to decompress. So do it.

I gotta tell his wife. What the hell do I say?

I'll take care of that, too

No. She'd rather hear it from me.

Don't forget your report. Have it in by nine sharp.

Yeah, yeah.

Shit!

Hey, man, need a car wash tonight?

It look dirty to you?

Oh, I think it does. You see?

That's 300 dollars.

Cough it up, or you might not like what happens to your car.

You heard him, let's go.

What's wrong, you scared, doreany?

Fine, I'll pay it, just calm down.

C'mon, Hurry up!

Where'd I put my cash?

Oh, right. Here it is.

Huh?

Go get it, dickless.

Bastard!

You're Semanians, right?

Earthlings may be weaker than you,

but some of us aren't, don't forget that.

Whatever.

I think you meant, "Yes, sir."

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Get lost.

How pathetic.

-- --

Oh, Kei!

Rick's not home, but I'll tell him you called.

Are you okay?

Please, no. It can't be.

I'm sorry.

Hello?

Listen, about tomorrow. There's been a change of plans.

I need you to meet a noble for me.

What'd you say?

I said you're meeting a noble.

A VIP from the Farbani Kingdom gets here in the morning,

you're gonna meet them.

You want me to go pick up some alien aristocrat?

What am I, a diplomat now?

We've got a shortage of detectives who speak Farbani.

That's my curse.

Can't you just let me hunt down this guy who killed Rick?

This VIP could be connected to that somehow.

What?

Just go pick them up, will ya?

I've already alerted the coast guard.

Bossy bastard.

Hey.

We're coming up on the gate now.

Have you ever been to their world before, officer?

Sure have. Former military.

Went in the war, huh?

But I didn't get to see the gate, back then.

I was in a transport plane with all the other saps.

No one has ever seen it.

The Mirage Gate's invisible.

We have to rely on data from our observation satellites.

But those damn aliens know where the gate is.

They can tell by the wind and the tides, even with our tech,

they can find it faster than we do.

I guess that's what keeps you coast guard guys

so busy all the time.

Smart man. And we still don't get 'em all.

If we wanted to catch every damn smuggler and illegal immigrant,

we'd need more than twice the funding.

There they are.

It's some important noble, is that right?

I'll let you take it from here.

Doreany shii doreany !

Hey. Rakebye !

A kid? Is she a servant?

Where's the VIP?

Hey.

I am the one you seek.

Exedilica, of the Knights of Mirvor.

Do Earthlings have no welcoming ritual?