Prog #120: Judges Don’t Need To See! (The Forever Crimes)

Case File

A series of high-profile blackmail cases are linked to a cryogenic suspension company, Forever Towers.

Ol’ Stoney Face

Dredd doesn’t hold with the practice of people extending their lives out, and actually calls it “a sickening travesty of life”.

The Big Meg (and Beyond)

The very ill and very rich of 2101 can access services like Forever Towers Home for the Semi-Dead (“Just Resting”), which freeze them with hours of life remaining.

The Law

It turns out the Judges have their own suspended animation technology that they use on “special” cases, freezing them with mortal wounds until medical science can save them – and then lock them up presumably.

Side note, but the creep in this episode doesn’t really seem special enough to warrant this treatment. Blackmail is horrible and all that, but Dredd’s gunned down far worse people than him.

Mack is back! Dredd phones in from the scene of the crime to get the computer’s help to make the connection with Forever Towers.

Creeps

Dr. Gold runs Forever Towers like your typical rich and snobby establishment, and makes a nice amount of money doing it. But that isn’t enough, as we learn that he’s been obtaining secret personal information about his client’s families and then using Jurgen Monks and the fine establishment Ryker’s Shuggy Hall to blackmail them.

Jurgen Monks has a huge amount of paper files (!) in large filing cabinets (!) in his apartment, which Dredd tracks down after obtaining Monks’ pocket address book (!). This leads Dredd back to Dr Gold, who attempts to take the Judge out with liquid nitrogen jets but ends up the victim of a homing bullet.

Rap Sheet

Despite a life-threatening injury from Dredd’s Lawgiver, Dr Gold is sentenced to be frozen in the Vaults beneath the Justice building.

Resyk

Jurgen Monks’ blackmailing career comes to an end here, as he attempts to escape down a laundry chute that turns out to be a garbage disposal.

Verdict

A fairly interesting but straightforward story of blackmail, with the standard “taste of your own medicine” ending. As usual Bolland’s artwork lifts it above average, but I can’t think of much else to say.

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