(CLICKING)
(BUZZING)
(GRUNTING)
(GRUNTS)
Magna Volt,
the final word in auto security.
No embarrassing alarm noise, no need to trouble the police.
(THUDDING)
(CAR ENGINE STARTING)
And it won't even run down your battery.
(MALE ANNOUNCER READING)
CASEY: On the international scene,
the Amazon NucIear Power Facility, has blown its stack,
irradiating the world's largest rain forest.
EnvironmentaIists caII it a disaster.
But, don't they always.
ln national news,
Attorney GeneraI Marcos today approved
the ED 209 Combat Unit,
for deployment in five American cities,
despite widespread complaints of malfunction.
The surgeon general is dead,
gunned down 20 minutes ago by a militant addict
of the deadly designer drug, Nuke.
The greatest health threat facing our nation...
Nuke,
the most addictive narcotic in history.
A plague that...
(GUN FIRING)
(GROANING)
(PEOPLE SCREAMING)
WOMAN: Get some heIp!
MAN: Nuke! Nuke!
(GRUNTING)
This station has just received the following transmission from Cain,
convicted murderer and Ieader of the Nuke cuIt.
People want paradise.
And they will have it.
FEMALE ANNOUNCER: The assassination is the Iatest act of terrorism
by Cain, foIIowing the fire-bombing
of a drug treatment clinic, that Ieft five dead Iast week.
Following the latest breakdown in negotiations,
Detroit's police today returned to the picket line,
demanding better terms from Omni Consumer Products, OCP.
The corporation contracted by the city,
to run the Detroit Police Department.
OCP cut our saIaries 40% and canceled our pensions.
And now they refuse to even taIk to us.
God knows why, but they want this strike.
(HlSSlNG)
(BABY CRYlNG)
(WOMAN MUMBLlNG)
(CAR ENGlNE REVVlNG)
(GASPlNG)
(CLANKlNG)
What happened?
(CRYlNG)
Hmm.
Ooh, look what we got.
(LAUGHlNG)
(GROANlNG)
(SCREAMlNG)
Get up.
Hold him !
You put my eye out, you bitches!
(GROANlNG)
Shut up, you fuckhead.
Ow! You're breaking my fucking arm.
Hurry!
(GROANlNG)
Look at this. What a nasty man.
Night's made.
Let's pay Papa and get us what we need.
Nuke me, baby.
(GRUNTlNG)
MAN: l'll kill you, bitches!
l'll kill you ! He's up! Come on !
(PEOPLE SCREAMlNG)
You're shit with a timer, man.
Come on ! Come on ! Let's go!
MAN 1 : (LAUGHS) l'll take out an army with this shit!
Let's load it up and get the hell out of here!
(COUGHlNG)
(GRUNTlNG)
Where's the bullets for this gun, man, huh?
Third drawer, bottom.
(LAUGHlNG)
Wow!
MAN 2: (LAUGHS) We should have brought a truck!
(LAUGHlNG)
l really like this gun, man.
So, just take it and get out.
Thanks.
(GASPlNG)
(BULLETS CLANKlNG)
l don't believe this!
What?
lt's the cops man.
Cops are on strike, stupid.
Can't you hear that?
(POLlCE SlREN WAlLlNG)
(TlRES SCREECHlNG)
You see, what did l tell you?
l'll fix him.
(SlREN DRONlNG)
(MAN 1 LAUGHlNG)
Did you see that? We got him !
Beautiful. Come on, man, let's move it.
No. One more.
(LAUGHlNG)
(GLASS TlNKLlNG)
Nice shit, man.
Fucking cops.
(MEN LAUGHlNG)
(LAUGHlNG)
(DOOR CREAKlNG)
(WHlRRlNG)
(GRUNTlNG)
Peace officer.
Think it over, creep.
(GROANlNG)
Nuke.
lt's not mine, man !
Where is it made?
lt's not mine, man ! l told you, l'm clean.
Ow! Ah !
Where is it made?
l don't know, man !
All l know is where l get it!
(GROANlNG)
(COCKS GUN)
(SALSA MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
(MUFFLED EXCLAlMlNG)
(BABY CRYING)
(MUSlC STOPS)
Freeze.
Nobody move.
This is a bust.
(PEOPLE SCREAMlNG)
(GUNS FlRlNG)
(WOMEN SCREAMlNG)
Ladies, stay down.
(GUN FlRlNG)
(BABY CRYlNG)
(HlSSlNG)
(SPEAKlNG MANDARlN)
(SCREAMlNG)
(SlREN WAlLlNG)
(TlRES SCREECHlNG)
(GUN FlRlNG)
(KNOCKlNG)
MAN 1 : Somebody! Open the fridge, damn it!
MAN 2: Open the door, come on.
(GRUNTlNG)
Can't shoot a kid, can you, fucker?
(GUN COCKING)
(DISTORTED BEEPING)
(DISTORTED) "Can't shoot a kid, can you?"
Throw it home, Dad!
(GUN FIRING)
(BUZZING)
(DISTORTED VOICE MUMBLES)
(BABY CRYlNG)
(WOMAN SPEAKlNG CANTONESE)
Shut up!
Drop it, or the little shit's dead !
l'll blow its fucking head off, man !
Lewis, hang it up.
(WOMAN SPEAKlNG CANTONESE)
(BABY CRYlNG)
Now, no shit from either one of you!
And don't try to follow me!
ROBOCOP: We won't.
MAN: The baby's going with me! No.
l'll kill it, man ! l'll do it. l'll fucking kill it.
We can't have that.
(GUN FlRlNG)
(GROANlNG)
(SPEAKlNG CANTONESE)
Nice shooting.
See you, Jimmy.
Hi, Mom. Hi.
(GIGGLING)
Don't do it! No, stop! Stop it, AIex!
HOLZGANG: OCP defines you as a machine
that utilizes some living tissue.
You understand that.
Yes.
And so, uh, do you consider yourself human?
l require an answer.
Stop tape.
Do you have any idea what you're doing to that poor woman?
Take a look at her file. Go on.
Officer, Mrs. Murphy is bringing suit against OCP.
My name is Tom Delaney. l'm representing her.
Up to a few months ago, she wouldn't leave her bedroom.
Then there were the therapists and the hypnotists and the harmonic treatment. . .
And then you pull this shit.
Driving past her house day after day,
spying on her, trying to make her think her husband is still alive.
DELANEY: She's barely started to accept the loss.
You're ripping her to pieces.
And for what?
Do you think you could ever be a husband to her?
l mean, what can you offer her?
Companionship?
Love?
A man's love?
No.
Roll tape.
Are you Alex Murphy?
No.
Are you human?
No.
You are simply a machine.
l am
a machine.
Nothing more.
That'll do it. Stop tape.
Now, you stay there.
All right, go get her.
Let's be decent about this. Give them some privacy.
l don't have a problem with that.
Alex?
Don't you know me?
Don't you remember me?
Alex, it doesn't matter what they've done to you.
Touch me.
lt's cold.
They made this
to honor him.
No. l. . . No. . .
Your husband is dead.
l don't know you.
(CRYlNG)
(lNDlSTlNCT CHATTERlNG)
(INAUDIBLE)
Why is this happening?
(INAUDIBLE)
l thought all communications systems were the same.
I tried to save the company a few bucks.
lt took two days to download specs from CIeveIand.
I Iost the account.
(GUN FIRING)
(THUDDING)
MAYOR: lt hardly befits the dignity of my office
to have to come to you, Johnson.
JOHNSON: My apologies for the slight inconvenience, Your Honor.
Twenty minutes in rush hour traffic isn't slight,
not when you're the mayor of a major American city.
All right, let's get to business.
When are you going to start paying the cops so they'll go back to work?
We're not a charity.
The city owes us over $37 million.
Well, you'll have to cut us some slack.
A deadline's a deadline. Sorry.
How are we supposed to raise that kind of money with things the way they are?
You aren't.
What the hell is he talking about?
We don't expect you to pay.
Let me refer you to our contract.
"ln the event of default,
"OCP shall have the uncontested right of foreclosure
"on all city assets."
You've signed this!
So you're saying, we miss one payment, and you can foreclose.
We can and we will. We're taking Detroit private.
So you deliberately undermined our credit.
That was the easy part.
And you engineered the police strike.
(STUTTERlNG) You want Detroit to tear itself apart
so you can raid it like you would any other corporation?
Do you know how many people are dying out there?
You're murderers.
l'd advise you to say nothing further. lt might be actionable.
lt's bullshit!
Bullshit, you senile old bastard ! lt's bullshit!
All right, calm down. l think we'd better get out of here.
l'm okay. l'm calm.
Calm down. l think we'd better leave.
Calm down. Easy. Easy.
l'm okay. l'm okay.
Fine. Good. Good.
l'm in control. Everything is fine. lt's okay.
Relax.
l'm fine.
One last thing, gentlemen.
We will sue your asses!
Give it your best shot.
Fuck you, you old, senile bastard !
This is bullshit! Fuck you.
This is bullshit. That's bullshit!
WOMAN ON PA: OCP's Iatest in civilian-control technology...
l've been very patient, Johnson. Five months!
Who's that?
Faxx. Dr. Juliette Faxx.
Just been moved up to head the attitude adjustment team.
Five months. $90 million.
l want to see some results.
JOHNSON: Yes, sir. l'll show you what we have.
OCP pioneered cyborg technology,
and now we take a quantum leap forward.
State-of-the-art destructive capabilities
commanded by a unique combination of software and organic systems.
ln every way, an improvement over the original.
lt gives me great pleasure to introduce to you,
Robocop 2.
(TRUMPETS BLOWING)
(HUMMING)
You are under arrest.
(ZAPPING)
Stop, or I'II shoot.
(WOMAN GROANS)
(VOICE DISTORTING) Stop, or I'II shoot.
(SIRENS BEEPING)
JOHNSON: OCP is proud to present
the future of urban pacification,
Robocop 2.
(FANFARE PLAYING)
(SCREAMS)
(THUDDING)
(METALLIC CLANGING)
Ninety million.
They all go crazy.
Robots with emotional problems.
No, sir. No, sir. Not robots, cyborgs.
Cybernetic organisms.
We use living human tissue,
and that's our whole problem, sir.
The candidates were all fine men, respected police officers.
l reviewed their files myself.
Sir, police officers
may not be the best candidates for our purposes.
They're a physical bunch. They're macho, body proud.
Finding themselves stripped of all that,
it's no wonder they become suicidal.
Our one success was a cop.
Well, yes, Mr. Johnson. Alex Murphy.
Top of his class, devout lrish Catholic, family man.
Everything in his profile indicates a fierce sense of duty.
That's probably what kept him alive.
With all due respect, Dr. Faxx, your area of expertise is psychology,
not robotics.
There's no harm in hearing the young lady out, is there, Johnson?
No, sir.
Thank you, sir.
l believe that Murphy's case was unusual but not unique. We can find someone else,
someone to whom the prospect might even be desirable.
(SOFTLY) l've never met anyone who wanted to be a robot.
Well, it would require a screening process,
one l'd be happy to supervise.
The cost would be negligible, and, uh,
it would be a shame to waste all the work that's been done, wouldn't it?
lt certainly would, my dear.
Go do it. Report to me directly.
Yes, sir.
(WOMAN CHATTERING ON PA)
You could learn a thing or two from that girl, Johnson.
CROWD: (CHANTlNG) . . .not for me. Decent wages, decent cops!
Decent wages. . .
Hey!
. . .decent cops!
The union's got a list! We ain't forgettin' who you are!
One at a time.
(ALL CLAMORlNG)
Please, one at a time.
That's the best we can do.
Hello, ladies.
(PEOPLE CLAMORlNG)
(TAUNTlNG) Uh-uh !
They've taken out three of them, Leon !
They won't be fucking with any more cops.
They won't be fucking with nobody, man.
Those cops will die. Bullshit! Bullshit!
(HlSSlNG)
(COUGHlNG)
(SlGHlNG)
(CLEARlNG THROAT)
Yeah.
GIRL 1 : Hey! Hey!
GIRL 2: How're you doing, Hob?
(THE KID GOES WILD PLAYlNG ON SPEAKER)
ROBOCOP: Hob.
That's him.
Thank you.
Nuke me.
HOB: Go ahead, take two.
There's plenty of Nuke to go around.
l've lost him.
HOB: Boy, you haven't been around here in a while. This one's on me.
ROBOCOP: Five degrees, south-southwest.
There's the little darling.
Good eyes, Murphy.
Good as money can buy.
HOB: Ferdy, you got out. Hmm. WeII, I'II teII Cain, okay?
(HISSING)
Better have something to give me this time, Officer.
One cop per car.
Okay, these are the routes.
Three cars.
One cop per car?
That's right.
Sitting ducks. We set up three snipers, and that's all it takes.
Pay the man.
All right. Thank you.
Hey, you didn't count it.
That's all right.
You should really count it, you know.
lt's okay.
Give him something to help him with his conscience.
(STUTTERlNG) Uh, no. That's all right. l don't really want it.
Come on, Duffy. l know you need it.
(SCOFFS)
The kid goes wild
RebeI aIone Heart of a stone
The kid goes wild
lsn't this a school day?
(ALL SHOUTlNG)
MAN: (SHOUTlNG) Cops!
(WHlSPERlNG) Hey!
Shit.
(DOORKNOB CLATTERlNG)
Oh, no.
(PEOPLE CLAMORlNG)
(GlRLS SCREAM)
Freeze!
Turn around. Put your hands up.
(GUN FlRlNG)
(ALL SCREAMlNG)
(GRUNTlNG)
(ALL SCREAMlNG)
(GUN CLlCKlNG)
Shit.
(GROANlNG)
(CHOKlNG)
Officer Duffy, have a seat.
(GROANlNG)
(CHOKES)
You look a little out of breath, bitch.
(GROANS)
You've sold us out, Officer Duffy.
What are you talking about?
Where is Cain?
l don't know any Cain.
(GROANS)
No!
Where is Cain?
l don't know!
(GRUNTlNG)
(GROANlNG)
Where is Cain?
l told you. l don't know!
(GRUNTlNG)
He pulled his pistol And demanded his pay
(CHOKlNG)
They say he shot that man Through the head
No passion
Now bad young Billy's got the law on his trail
ROBOCOP: Where?
River Rouge. The old sludge plant.
(SCREAMS)
You're a rotten cop.
(SCREAMlNG)
(GROANlNG)
(BREAKS SQUEAKlNG)
(DOOR CLOSlNG)
(CLANGlNG)
Go.
(GUNS FlRlNG)
(CLlNKlNG)
You.
You want me?
Dead or alive.
Then one of us must die.
Dead, then.
Jesus
had days like this.
Hounded and attacked like a criminal.
But like Him
l don't blame you.
They program you
and you do it.
l will kill you.
Oh, you just tried.
And l forgive you.
(GROANlNG)
(CLANGlNG)
(YELPS)
(GRUNTING)
Why'd you stop? You got it cracked.
I'm tired.
HOB: They say he's got a brain, l wanna to see it.
You think it was me that beat you?
It wasn't.
(SNIFFS)
It was this.
(CLlCKlNG)
(HISSING)
(CHUCKLES)
(DRlLLlNG)
CATZO: lt's too tough.
Try here, at the joint.
(GRUNTING)
(DRILLING)
CATZO: (LAUGHS) Yeah!
Ha! Look at that!
(METAL GRlNDlNG)
(DISTORTED) Hey, come on, cut it out.
How does it taste?
(SCREAMlNG)
MAN 1 : What the hell is going on?
MAN 2: Man, just look at him.
(MECHANlCAL HUMMlNG)
Christ, he's been stripped.
(ELECTRONlC MOANlNG)
HOLZGANG: Let's not get carried away here.
We're talking about a piece of equipment.
Don't tell me he can't suffer. Just look at him.
lt's. . . lt's electrical.
(SCOFFS) Bullshit.
l know every inch of him.
Every circuit,
every living nerve.
His pain centers are alive.
They're lit up like Christmas trees!
Nah, the backup generator's just making him twitch.
He's suffering !
How long can he last?
No way of knowing.
Got him on minimal life-support.
Keeping the brain
going with microshocks.
lt's damn tricky.
He could be going any time.
Move! Move!
What's happening in here?
OCP is happening.
These bastards won't lift a finger to help him.
This unit needs millions of dollars in parts.
You can't expect authorization for that kind of cash outlay overnight, be reasonable.
lf you don't fix him, it's murder.
Now, settle down, honey, l'm doin' you people a favor just by talkin' to you.
You son of a bitch.
He's in hell.
Come on !
FEMALE OFFlCER: Fix him.
We'll be in touch.
(ALL CLAMORlNG)
(DUFFY LAUGHlNG)
DUFFY: Oh, man, you guys are the greatest.
Did you see their faces?
(LAUGHlNG) "We're gonna throw away the key, Duffy."
So, uh, the cops didn't give you
too much trouble, did they?
Oh, usual shit-parade. You know.
They'll never prove anything.
Hey, want some?
Hey, l'm a minor.
Don't want to break any laws.
(LAUGHlNG) Here, you take it.
God, l just love you guys!
(GLASS SHATTERlNG)
(GROANlNG)
What happened?
Hey, where are we going?
Hey, come on, guys.
This just isn't funny, man.
Oh, God, my head.
My head's sort of killing me.
(GROANlNG)
Wait a minute? What. . .
Hey, Cain.
Hey, it's. . . lt's good to see you.
Thanks for gettin' me out.
(GRUNTlNG)
l can't get up.
You noticed that one.
(CHUCKLES) Look, Cain, l don't know what that kid told you. . .
You told them, Duffy, you told them where we were.
No, that's not true.
HOB: We know all about it, Duffy.
You think you're the only cop we have?
(CLANKlNG)
Oh, shit!
Cain, Cain, come on. Look, l'm begging you, man.
Look, l'll do anything.
(PANTlNG)
Okay. Oh, you're kiddin', right?
Yeah, you're just kiddin'. Oh, you're just scarin' me.
Oh, you taught me a lesson, man.
(PANTlNG) l'd never fuck with you.
(STUTTERS) Because l really love you guys, l really, l really do.
Shut up.
Look, l've been loyal
l know shit that l still haven't even told you, Cain.
You deserve this, Duffy. Cain might have been killed.
DUFFY: Okay, okay.
You know, maybe you ought to have the kid leave.
Why?
What? Why would we have the kid leave?
(LAUGHlNG)
That's a good touch. That's a good touch.
"Have the kid leave."
(LAUGHlNG)
"Have the kid leave." "Why?"
(DUFFY LAUGHlNG)
Come on, 'cause this is just over.
Hey, come on, Cain. Come on, man, what are you doin'?
No!
Oh, come on.
(SCREAMlNG)
(GRUNTlNG)
(GASPS) You said you were just going to scare him !
Doesn't he look scared?
(GASPlNG)
(DUFFY SCREAMlNG)
l can't believe you're even contemplating this.
lt hardly matters what you believe, Mr. Schenk.
(SCOFFS)
But, these are criminals! They're maniacs!
You're. . . You're given to premature value judgments.
All right, it may be true.
The subjects are socially misaligned.
(CHUCKLES) Socially misaligned? These are death-row inmates!
And of no use to society, Schenk.
We need a subject who'll welcome the power,
the virtual immortality we offer.
Now, l really think this is a good place to start looking.
You're out of your mind.
ls that your professional opinion?
Yes, goddamnit! lt is! Yes!
And you are not using my lab
to put that kind of a brain into my cyborg !
We'll dearly miss you here.
(SCOFFS)
You're the one that's going to be out of a job.
l'm going to take this directly to Johnson.
(BEEPlNG)
He's just been waiting for an excuse to get you fired.
(SlGHS)
Good morning, sir.
l'm sorry to bother you this early.
You seem agitated.
Well, frankly, l'm. . . l'm shocked.
Mr. Schenk just called.
lt seems Dr. Faxx has begun screening candidates for the Robocop 2 project.
So l understand.
lt's very exciting.
She's screening psychotics, sir. Murderers.
Well, we aren't planning to build a toy, Johnson.
Faxx knows what she's doing.
She's keeping Robocop offline.
lt's a public relations disaster.
You've got to learn to look at the larger picture.
The foreclosure.
You must know how important that is to us.
Yes, sir. . .
With Robocop out of commission, the chaos down there will increase,
and so will the odds of the city will fall into our hands.
Yes, sir, but a competent executive would find a way to deal
with the corporate image problem.
Couldn't agree with you more, Mr. Johnson.
(CLlNKlNG)
Fortunately, l have found a way.
Yes, Miss Faxx and l have already discussed it.
l know you'll help to implement her ideas.
Of course, sir. Whatever l can do.
Anything else?
FAXX: Coffee?
Uh, no, thank you.
Don't forget your shoes on the way out.
(ALARM BEEPlNG)
(MECHANlCAL GRUNTlNG)
He's my patient. He's critical. l've got to stay with him.
MAN: We'll let you know when we need your services.
Nobody on your staff has my experience with him. You need me!
We don't need anybody.
"We", who the hell are "we"? You're a goddamn lawyer.
You don't know anything about him !
You're exactly this far from getting fired, babe.
Shyster!
He's one of mine.
l want him back on his feet.
Well, maybe he will be or maybe we'll just sell the parts for scrap.
That's up to us.
You see, Robocop's off warranty.
(GRUNTS)
Robocop's command program,
his, uh, his set of directives,
it determines his behavior.
lt's time to update the program,
and l would like to hear from each one of you.
WOMAN: (WHlSPERlNG) lt's about time they asked us.
Well, we're getting a lot of heat,
and l mean a lot of it, from the parent's groups
and personally, l don't blame them. l'm a parent myself.
Hmm.
WOMAN: All that destructive behavior.
He's become a role model for our children.
Now what are we teaching them?
You have a point.
lf he'd just talk things out with people instead of firing that big gun of his.
Couldn't he take a little time to address environmental issues?
Excuse me, what was that?
He could speak out on environmental issues.
Don't see any reason why not.
For all the shooting he does,
l've never once seen him take the time to do anything nice,
like, um, visit an orphanage.
JOHNSON: You're absolutely right.
Or help a cat out of a tree or. . .
Or go door to door, collecting for the red cross
or maybe even, uh, roasting some marshmallows with some cub scouts.
Why, Mr. Johnson, that is wonderful.
Thank you so much.
lt's no good. The program isn't uploading.
He's resisting.
There's too much data.
No. It's him. Leave him to me.
l can't, it's not going to work!
You're wasting vaIuabIe time.
Don't resist this.
Let me up.
l must go.
Go where? Hmm?
Do what? Go dancing? Fall in love?
What is it you think you are?
Alex Murphy.
That's a delusion.
lt's a glitch in your system. Alex Murphy is dead.
You take away the plastic and metal and wires,
and you're just a couple of chunks on a coroner's table.
You're not even a corpse.
What are you?
(TYPlNG)
Respond.
l am Officer Alex Murphy.
Detroit Police Department.
That won't do.
What are you?
Robocop.
Crime Prevention Unit, OCP.
Better. Much better.
l type it. You think it.
You type it. l think it.
What a wonderful opportunity you represent.
Psychotherapy, it's such a. . .
lt's a slow, clumsy practice,
but with you this is so simple,
direct.
(TYPlNG)
You know, you're really very lucky.
We can do in moments, with you,
what would take years with a human patient.
l'm really very lucky.
You're free. You're free from doubt,
free from having to make painful choices.
l am free.
He's ready.
(BEEPlNG)
Uploading command program.
l am so glad we had this chance to dialog.
(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)
Look at you, it's like you're brand new.
Thank you, thank you.
You really had us worried there, Murphy.
l'm touched.
Get this guy.
(ALL LAUGHlNG)
He's touched.
That's enough all of you back to your posts, come on.
Let's go!
How're you feelin', Murphy?
l'm just fine, Warren, thank you for asking.
Let's get you downstairs.
l want to see if those amateurs at OCP screwed up.
Pity.
lt's a beautiful morning.
Shame to waste it.
Ready for duty, partner?
You betcha. Let's go.
Nothing l'd rather do.
He's sounds terrific.
Something's wrong.
(GLASS SHATTERlNG)
(CHlLDREN CHATTERlNG)
(MAN CHATTERING ON TV)
(GRUNTlNG)
(GROANlNG)
Harder!
(SlREN WAlLlNG)
lt's Robo!
Everybody out the back door!
Get out!
(GUN FlRlNG)
BOY: lt's locked ! GlRL: lt won't open !
Murph, wake up, will ya?
Good morning.
LEWlS: Come on, take him out.
Robo.
l think we should talk.
What's with you, Murph?
Where'd they go?
They're still here.
The little bastards.
Hands up, let's go.
Everybody up.
Move it, up against the wall.
Let's go.
Hands on top of your heads.
Nobody move.
ROBOCOP: You are under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you
in a court of law.
He's dead, Murphy.
You have the right to an attorney.
You're reading Miranda to a corpse.
l'm having trouble.
Oh, my. . .
This isn't very nice.
Though you may think you are having fun now,
you only hurt the one you love.
Think of Mom and Dad.
What kind of a lesson are you teaching them?
And now,
a word on nutrition.
Shit, he's fucked up.
Bad language makes for bad feelings.
BOY: Let's go.
The point is. . .
(CHlLDREN LAUGHlNG)
We all have to work. . .
l haven't finished.
Hit the gas, Murphy.
The posted limit is 35.
We should set an example, Anne.
Your hair looks lovely that way.
lt's OCP. They did something to you.
l'm fine.
(SlGHS)
lsn't the moon wonderful tonight?
lt's still daytime.
lt's the thought that counts.
Oh, Jesus. We're heading back to the station, that's all there is to it.
(TlRES SCREECHlNG)
(CHlLDREN LAUGHlNG)
(DOOR CLOSlNG)
CHlLDREN: Hey! Robo!
Robocop, what the hell are you doing?
Waste makes haste,
for time is fleeting.
A rolling stone is worth two in the bush.
Go fuck a refrigerator, pecker-neck!
(CHlLDREN LAUGHlNG)
Bad language makes for bad feelings.
You're nuts!
(CHlLDREN LAUGHlNG)
Murphy, come on. Let's go.
Come on.
(CHlLDREN CHANTlNG)
Back!
(GASPlNG)
Thank you for not smoking.
WOMAN: Well, there it is. lt's OCP.
They screwed him up.
He must be going out of his mind.
lt's not as if he can't just say no.
They've put all this nonsense into his brain.
He has to obey.
Take them out. All of them.
WOMAN: lt can't be done. Not with this equipment.
Are you saying there's no way? l can't believe that.
Well, sure, there are ways. You can pull his cranial circuits.
Yeah, which would shut down his life-support system altogether.
We could run a few thousand volts through him, pray his insulation holds.
lt would probably kill him.
No!
MALE OFFlCER 1 : l'll get some help!
(SlZZLlNG)
(THUDDlNG)
(PANTlNG)
(GRUNTS)
Get him inside!
MALE OFFlCER 2: Come on ! Move it!
MALE OFFlCER 3: Come on. Come on.
Don't touch him. He's hot! Use your jackets!
Why in hell did he do that?
OCP gave him crazy commands. He fried himself to get rid of them.
Nice and easy.
MALE OFFlCER 4: He weighs a ton.
MALE OFFlCER 5: Yeah. He sure does.
(ALL GRUNTlNG)
That's it!
For all he's been through.
MALE OFFlCER 5: Get out of the way!
MALE OFFlCER 6: Move out!
You think he's alive?
MALE OFFlCER 5: l don't know. He's pretty hot.
Put me down.
Put him down now.
MALE OFFICER 5: AII right, come on, stand him up!
Come on! Let's go! Here it is.
Are we cops?
What's bugging you, Murph?
Cain.
Cain's bugging me.
CAlN: We have only just begun, my flock.
Soon we will expand from city to city.
The rich and the poor alike will know a paradise
for every moment of their lives.
There's a Nuke for every mood.
We'll offer our customers
the opportunity to control every aspect of their emotional lives.
You know, with the White Noise and the Black Thunder,
and the Red Ramrod, and, uh, the Blue Velvet.
Frank, the Blue Velvet.
l think it's ready, sir.
Thank you, Frank.
(HlSSlNG)
(GRUNTS)
(STUTTERS) Frank,
the Benzedrine's got my teeth wiggling.
Cut it with. . . Scopolamine.
Five mil's per.
Yes, sir.
Made in America.
Yeah, we're gonna make that mean something again.
(lNHALlNG)
(POLlCE SlRENS WAlLlNG)
Hey, cops! Huh? What?
Cops!
And they ain't carryin' no picket signs!
They going to kick somebody's ass!
(TlRES SCREECHlNG)
(POLlCE OFFlCERS CHATTERlNG)
MALE OFFlCER 1 : Let's go!
(GROANS)
(GUNS FlRlNG)
(SCREAMlNG)
Give me your hand, goddamnit!
Get down.
(GROANS)
MALE OFFlCER 2: Watch behind !
MALE OFFlCER 3: Get him in the back.
(GROANlNG)
(GROANS)
Nice.
(EXCLAlMlNG)
(ALARM BEEPlNG)
Fuck! Run !
Get out!
Bomb! Get down !
(TlRES SCREECHlNG)
(PEOPLE SCREAMlNG)
MAN: You son of a bitch !
(METALLlC CLANGlNG)
(ENGlNES REVVlNG)
(SCREAMS)
(lNAUDlBLE)
(TlRE SQUEALlNG)
(ENGlNES REVVlNG)
(CAlN GRUNTlNG)
$500 million in cash,
Nuke money seized by police.
But State Attorney Sphincter
won't let the bankrupt city government touch it.
Coming up next, threats from the police union
and cheers from the public
as Metro North cops go back to work
and apprehend the Nuke lord, Cain,
who may not live to stand triaI.
They say 20 seconds in the CaIifornia sunshine
is too much these days,
ever since we Iost the ozone layer.
But that was before SunbIock 5000.
Just apply a pint to your body
and you're good for hours.
See you by the pooI.
FEMALE NARRATOR: SunbIock 5000.
Protection for the new age.
FAXX: Subject is violently antisocial,
given to delusions of godhood,
and is hopelessly addicted to narcotics,
which offers us a simple and infallible method of ensuring his obedience.
Hmm.
You're perfect.
And l must have you.
(TlRES SCREECHlNG)
What the hell are you talking about?
lt's like you don't even care.
Just do what l say, Angie!
He'd want us to come for him !
Look! Just forget about it 'cause it's not gonna happen !
l'm through arguing with you !
And l'm not asking for your permission !
Cain is in the hospital and we are going to get him.
You really just thought this out now, haven't you?
What about the cops?
We've got guns!
Damn it, Hob! Cain needs us.
Fuck Cain !
He'd kill you if he heard you say that.
He's not gonna kill anybody.
You heard the news. Shit, he's probably dead already.
You just shut the hell up!
You mouth off like that again
and it's no more Nuke for you, bitch.
(PANTlNG)
Damn it, Hob, you know that's not fair.
Now, come on.
lt's been a bad time.
Sure has. You're really hurting.
Yes, so l'm hurting.
You're gonna get the shakes soon, Angie.
You got it bad.
You little bastard.
You just do what l tell you from now on, Angie.
(HlSSlNG)
Start the motor and drive.
(CRYlNG) He'll kill you.
He'll kill us both.
Fuck him.
(ENGlNE STARTS)
(MONlTOR BEEPlNG)
Oh, you're a mess.
l got good news for you.
You're gonna have a chance for immortality,
as long as nothing happens to that lovely brain.
Dr. Weltman?
(CLEARS THROAT) lt's Faxx.
l'm afraid we lost our patient.
Yeah, he just expired.
Contact the organ harvest team. Make it fast.
We've got six minutes before the brain's useless.
(MUMBLES)
Night.
(GASPlNG)
(MONlTOR FLATLlNlNG)
SURGEON: Come on, come on. Let's move it.
We've only got five minutes.
Lock it up.
NURSE: l've got things set up.
Okay, temperature?
Optimum.
Move the screen in a little closer.
l can't read it.
How'd we get this one?
Well, Faxx found him.
(CHUCKLES)
He volunteered.
Volunteered?
(SCOFFS) Big-hearted guy.
(CHUCKLES) Yeah. lt's not the heart we're after, though.
Here we go.
Mmm. Speaking of hearts, how's Eileen?
Christ! Does everybody know?
(WHlRRlNG)
(DRlLLlNG)
(SKULL CRACKlNG)
All right, hold your breath.
(CRACKlNG)
And showtime.
lt's nice and clean in here. There's no damage.
Well,
here we go.
Easy. . .
(SLUSHlNG)
NURSE: We got it.
Here it comes.
Thing of beauty.
SURGEON: Excellent.
l don't know about the rest of you, but l'm hungry.
(BEEPlNG)
(WATER BUBBLlNG)
(lNAUDlBLE)
(BORN TO BE WlLD PLAYlNG)
Thank you! Thank you!
Yes! Yes! "Spider Baby" StaIinski!
He's come out for Detroit and now you come out for him.
The lines are open. Waiting for your pledge.
lf you want honest government,
government that works for you,
l'm asking you to dig deep into your pockets.
(SLURPlNG)
l'm asking you to give
whatever you can spare!
Where does that put us, GiIIy?
(FANFARE PLAYING)
(PHONE RINGING)
Hi. Yes, ma'am.
Hello! This is Mayor Kuzak.
CouId you turn down your set, please?
Your Honor,
l have some very good news for you.
l think
the city is saved.
Now,
you listen very carefully.
COUNClLMAN: Oh, it's no bluff.
Someone's shown up to bail the city out.
A rival corporation.
The mayor isn't saying and whoever it is,
is taking great pains to keep their identity a secret.
They're paying in cash,
and they're not moving the money through the banks.
Thank you, Councilman.
Uh. . .
That will be all.
You know, once you guys take over. . .
Your services to OCP will be rewarded.
lf the city can pay,
we'll be humiliated.
l think it's worse than that, sir.
We shifted 80% of our liquid resources
to the Urban Pacification Plan.
lf we can't foreclose, public confidence in OCP will plummet,
so will our stock.
Sir, if l may?
There's another option.
We certainly have the surveillance capabilities
to follow the mayor.
lt all depends on how far we're willing to go.
lf anything went wrong. . .
As l said, sir, it all depends how far we're willing to go.
We have no legal recourse.
There must be no witnesses.
Know that you've gone too far!
(GRUNTlNG)
Schenk, check your blood pressure.
You can get me fired if you want to.
You are not bringing illegal drugs into my lab!
l will do worse than get you fired.
Now leave me alone.
(ROARING)
(SlGHlNG)
Such terrible pain.
You don't remember me,
but you do remember this, don't you?
(GROWLS)
And we have it. All the Nuke you'll ever need.
Uh-uh, uh-uh.
Not so fast.
l need you to do something for me first.
Then the pain stops.
Good boy.
(ENGlNE REVVlNG)
l don't like this.
l think we better get out of here while we can.
l know what l'm doing.
lf you have any cash, now's the time to put it in your shorts.
That's just plain rude.
l wonder if any of you could help me?
l'm looking for a Mr. Hob.
So,
how much you need?
Money, l mean.
(STUTTERS) Well, our current debt to OCP is, uh. . .
Bob?
$37,480,91 1 .
Guess you're in some pretty deep shit.
Well, we need all the help we can get, young man.
Tell you what, put me down for 50, just to make sure.
Fifty says, $50.
That's cute. Don't be a queer.
Fifty million.
This is bullshit. Let's get out of here.
Good God.
HOB: Gentlemen? Well? Will 50 do it?
Oh, yes, yes, yes. That'll do it.
Don't you guys think that'll do it?
Yeah.
Fifty mil. That will do it.
That'll do.
(WHlSPERlNG) For God's sake, Marv, these people are criminals!
Why do you have to label people?
l hate labels!
You shut up.
(POUNDlNG)
(MECHANlCAL HUMMlNG)
But we cannot capitulate in the war on crime.
l'd be voted out of office.
And l don't think anyone wants that.
War on crime's fine with us.
lt's business we're talking' about here.
Do you have any idea how many people we employ?
You know, l. . .
l never thought about it like that.
Sharp kid.
So, your war on crime.
You wanna win it or what?
We're the only chance you have.
Listen to him. He's got it all worked out.
(MECHANlCAL HUMMlNG)
Why do people do crimes?
Why. . . Why. . . Drugs? People do drugs.
HOB: 'Cause they want drugs.
The kind that cost too much.
Nuke gives high quality at a cheap price.
And if you get off our backs, we're gonna make it cheaper.
And safer.
We don't go shoving our shit down anybody's throat.
And we don't advertise it like they do with cigarettes or booze.
So leave us alone and anybody who wants it, gets it.
(HlSSlNG)
HOB: So no more crimes.
You get to be the mayor who cleaned up Detroit.
(NERVOUSLY) He's got a point.
Don't you think he's got a point?
(CHUCKLlNG) Yeah, he's got a point.
(CLANGlNG)
What the hell is that?
(METALLlC RATTLlNG)
MAYOR: Get out! Get out!
(MAN CHATTERlNG)
(ANGlE SCREAMlNG)
(FOOTSTEPS POUNDlNG)
(GROANS)
(GUN FlRlNG)
(SCREAMlNG)
(GROANlNG) Marv.
(SHUSHlNG)
(MECHANlCAL HUMMlNG)
(EXCLAlMlNG)
(YELPlNG)
(GASPS)
(GROWLS)
Cain !
Oh, wow!
You look great.
(GROWLS)
(MOANS)
(CHUCKLlNG) Ooh.
lt'll take some getting used to, but. . .
lt'll be great, Cain.
(ROARS)
(BONES CRACKlNG)
(FOOTSTEPS POUNDlNG)
(SCREAMlNG)
(COUGHS)
(POLlCE SlREN WAlLlNG)
(HOB GROANlNG)
(GASPS)
Lie still.
l'm cold.
You are going into shock.
l will call for a medical emergency unit.
Wait. No.
Don't leave me.
l won't leave you.
Who did this?
lt was big, bigger than you.
lt was Cain.
l'm gonna die.
You know what that's like, don't you?
lt really sucks.
Yes.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CAMERA CLICKING)
CASEY: 1 3 dead in what appears to be a Nuke money massacre.
Among the victims, two city councilmen.
Was the city trying to strike a deal with the drug lords?
No comment, l said, I have no comments!
Now no comments on these allegations.
These were men who served this city tirelessly.
However, l make a promise to the peopIe of Detroit City,
that no effort wiII be spared to investigate this thoroughly.
But Mr. Mayor...
(REPORTERS CHATTERING)
l'm sorry,
no more questions.
CASEY: Our own Mayor Kuzak.
Now let's go Iive to Jess.
JESS: And here it is, the Civic Centrum,
OCP's 1 00-story gift to the Motor City.
WhiIe debate continues over OCP's hostile takeover,
there's no denying the mood down here is festive.
Citizens interviewed on the scene
expressed excitement and hope that OCP wiII make good on its promise
of a better Iife in Detroit.
Press. Sorry, folks.
Media only. TV and press only.
You'll have to step back.
(SlRENS WAlLlNG)
(REPORTERS CHATTERlNG)
FEMALE REPORTER: There he is! Right there.
MALE REPORTER 1 : Can OCP bring industry back to Detroit?
MALE REPORTER 2: Sir, can a corporation own a city. . .
Does OCP own the city? You gonna hold elections?
You'd make us all OCP employees?
Why aren't you going to City Hall?
Just a minute.
MALE REPORTER 3: What about the civil rights?
l'll answer that, young lady.
City Hall is the decaying symbol
of mismanagement and corruption.
You get that?
This magnificent structure
will be the seat of leadership for the new Detroit.
And what better place for a clean, fresh start?
OLD MAN: And so, people of the press,
city officials,
in a few minutes, Omni Consumer Products
and the troubIed city of Detroit
will join in a bold new venture.
Now, l'd like to explain just what this will mean.
Sometimes, we just have to start over
from scratch to make things right,
and that's exactly what we're going to do.
We're going to build a brand-new city where Detroit now stands,
an example to the world.
(WHlRRlNG)
(FANFARE PLAYING)
(ALL APPLAUDlNG)
My friends, welcome to our city as it shouId be.
And as it wiII be in the hands
of responsible private enterprise.
(PEOPLE APPLAUDlNG)
And a special welcome to Mayor Kuzak
and the outgoing administration.
Oh, we're not going anywhere.
Your Honor.
You'll have to tear down a lot of people's houses before you can make that thing,
and take away their homes.
We're going to raise towers of glass and steel.
Every citizen will have a living unit.
Safe, secure, and clean.
Now, please, take your seat.
Won't be much room for neighborhoods, huh?
Not like the kind that we all grew up in.
These days neighborhoods just seem to be
the sort of places where bad things happen.
Don't be nostalgic.
What about democracy?
Nobody elected you.
Anyone can buy OCP's stock
and own a piece of our city.
What could be more democratic than that?
Well, let me tell you there are a lot of people in this town
that can't afford to buy your stock.
And they're not gonna let you get away with this.
You haven't been following the polls.
Sit down.
(ALL CLAMORlNG)
OLD MAN: About a year ago, we gave this city Robocop.
I think he's worked out pretty well,
but things have become a little rougher out there.
And now we need a Iaw enforcement unit
capable of meeting the enemy on his own ground,
and carrying enough firepower
to get the job done.
(FANFARE PLAYING)
Ladies and gentlemen, with great pleasure,
l give you Robocop 2.
(ALL MURMURlNG)
Bastards. Maniacs!
What's the matter?
l can't believe it. lt was them. They sent it.
Sent what?
Nothing.
OLD MAN: There's going to be a big call for this unit.
And we'II make him right here in Detroit.
That means jobs we can all be proud of
and make "Made in America" mean something again.
(PEOPLE APPLAUDlNG)
This single container holds enough Nuke to addict a city block.
Hundred of these are produced every day
and sent to sweatshops where urban sIaves prepare this poison
for our friends, our loved ones, our chiIdren.
Now, l say it's high time
we put an end to this plague.
Robocop 2
will seek out every laboratory, every dealer,
and rid our city of Nuke.
(ALL APPLAUDlNG)
Uh, yes.
Things will be a lot quieter with this boy around.
(ALL LAUGHlNG)
What's wrong with him?
Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing at all.
OLD MAN: Turn him off.
l can't.
Cain, let's step outside.
You ! Get out of here! You're obsolete!
That thing is a killer!
lt's not even armed. lt's harmless.
lt's a killer, and l saw it!
(BEEPlNG)
(PEOPLE SCREAMlNG)
Get out of here. Now!
Let me. . . No! No!
(GROANlNG)
Behave yourselves!
(SlRENS WAlLlNG)
What's the deal here?
Christ knows. lt sounds like there's a war going on in there.
You're coming with me, Cain.
(GRUNTlNG)
(PEOPLE CHATTERlNG)
(WOMAN SCREAMlNG)
(METALLlC CLANKlNG)
(RUMBLlNG)
(PEOPLE SCREAMlNG)
(SlRENS WAlLlNG)
MALE REPORTER 1 : There he is!
FEMALE REPORTER: Come on !
MALE REPORTER 2: Over here!
(REPORTERS CLAMORlNG)
Are you jealous. . . Are you jealous of the replacement?
(lNDlSTlNCT CHATTER)
(PEOPLE SCREAMlNG)
This could look bad for OCP, Johnson.
Scramble the best spin team we have.
FEMALE OFFlCER: Hustle, hustle, hustle out!
Hustle, hustle, hustle out!
(lNDlSTlNCT CHATTER)
(SCREAMS)
l'll get you. l'll get you.
(GROANS)
(BOTH SCREAM)
MALE OFFlCER 1 : Ammo! Ammo! Ammo!
MALE OFFlCER 2: Move back! Move back! Everybody get out of here.
Get down !
Get out!
Hold your fire! Hold your fire, damn it!
(SlRENS WAlLlNG)
All right, let's get him out of here.
(CRYlNG)
MAN 1 : Watch his neck. He's hurt bad.
Easy. Easy.
Shit!
l gotta get back.
MAN 2: Move it back! Move it back!
MAN 3: Let's get out of here.
(WOMAN SCREAMlNG)
(PEOPLE CLAMORlNG)
Let's give him what he wants.
(BEEPING)
(CRACKLlNG)
(DISTORTED GROWLING)
(STATIC BUZZING)
Goodbye.
(STATIC BUZZING)
(DISTORTED SCREAM)
(ELECTRlC BUZZlNG)
Serious trouble, sir. So many dead and wounded.
Of course there won't be any trouble from the dead ones.
They'll have relatives. They always do.
lt'll be a feeding frenzy.
lt's only money.
How about criminal proceedings?
Well, uh, we're looking at major indictments, sir.
Prison terms.
What about me?
You know we'll do whatever we can, sir.
That's not good enough, Holzgang.
Uh, sir, what if this was all the work of one individual,
a person who had her own agenda
that wasn't in sync with the goals of our company?
Well, that usually works.
A woman who was not a team player,
who violated our trust.
MAN: Easy, easy.
Well. . .
We'd need some evidence to support that.
Sir, whether it exists or not, l know l can find it.
She did choose the brain, sir.
Good thinking.
(WHlSPERS) Sir.
Thank God you're all right.
l was so worried. l thought it was gonna hurt you.
Now, now, it's over. lt's all over.
(CRYlNG) l failed you.
Don't be hard on yourself.
Everything's going to be all right.
Johnson, that business we were talking about,
get right on it.
Yes, sir.
(SlRENS WAlLlNG)
Just look at what they've done. They are criminals.
OCP won't own this city for long.
And l'll see to that.
l will take it to the streets, l will take it to the people.
lf this is what it's come to, that businessmen can buy our rights like stock. . .
FEMALE REPORTER 1 : The Old Man ! MALE REPORTER 1 : He's leaving !
You don't realize what we're losing.
(REPORTERS CHATTERlNG)
FEMALE REPORTER 2: Give us a statement, sir!
MALE REPORTER 2: Sir, we have dozens dead. This is an atrocity.
ls this your idea of a better life?
FEMALE REPORTER 3: Was this an experiment of some kind?
MALE REPORTER 3: That monster was crazy! How did this happen?
MALE REPORTER 4: Do you really feel that Robocop. . .
How do you account for this disaster?
Will OCP make reparations to the victims?
LEWlS: That son of a bitch, he's getting away with it.
We can't even touch him.
Patience, Lewis.
We're only human.
(METALLlC SQUEAKlNG)
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