All language subtitles for RoboCop.2.1990.720p.BluRay.H264.AAC-RARBG

(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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