All language subtitles for I.Robot.2004.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Thing of beauty.

Good morning, sir!

Yet another on-time delivery from--

Get the hell out of my face, canner.

Have a nice day!

And we believe our Destination Anywhere
package to be the best value.

Let us take you to your dream destination
aboard our orbital spaceplane, the X-82.

Try Jazztown's synthetic Chicago-style
pizza. Tastes as good as you remember.

Glowfish! The world's hottest-selling
transgenic treats.

Your children will love the new colors too!

- Excuse me, sir.
- Total performance.

Total readiness. Total security.

So goodbye to upgrades
and service calls.

An uplink to USR's central computer...

provides this state-of-the-art robot
with new programs daily.

The Nestor Class 5
is tomorrow's robot today.

Spoon! Spoonie!

Hey!

Hold up. Hold on!
Excuse me, excuse me.

- Spoon, where you been at?
- Just away, Farber.

Oh, yeah, away? Like vacation?
That's nice.

I got a favor to ask.
I need to borrow your car.

This is different. I got this fine-ass
yummy-- She is complete and agreeable.

I mean, ass-hot spankable.

- What does that even mean?
- You know what it means.

- Let me get the damn-ass keys.
- First of all...

- ...stop cussing. You're not good at it.
- Give me 10 for the bus, then, man.

- Go home.
- That's strike one, Spoon. Strike one!

This is such a valuable day...

You talk to Marci?

No, Gigi, I haven't talked to Marci.

When I was coming up,
we didn't just marry someone...

...then divorce them,
then not talk to them.

Del, don't play with me.

I bet if I stopped cooking,
you'd call Marci.

Boy, what is that on your feet?

Converse All Stars, vintage 2004.

Don't turn your face up.
I know you want some. Just ask.

No, thank you very much.

- Sweet potato pie.
- Put that on a plate.

I've seen on TV they're giving away
some of them new robots in the lottery.

You know, Gigi, those robots
don't do anybody any good.

Of all the people on God's earth,
you should know better.

Sometimes the stuff
that comes out of your mouth!

You listening to me, Del?

Hey!

Hey!

Hold my pie. Sir, hold it or wear it.

Hey!

Move!

Hey! Hey!

Freeze!

Hey! Stop!

Stop!

I said, stop!

Relax. Relax.

I'm a police officer.

You...

...are an asshole.

- Ma'am, is that your purse?
- Of course it's my purse.

I left my inhaler at home.
He was running it out to me.

I saw a robot running with the purse
and assumed--

What? Are you crazy?

- I'm sorry for this misunderstanding.
- Don't apologize.

You're doing what you're supposed
to do. But what are you doing?

Have a lovely day, ma'am.

You're lucky I can't breathe,
or I'd walk all up and down your ass.

Lead by example.

It says that right on your badge.

- We gonna talk about this?
- About what?

"Help! Police! That robot stole
my dry cleaning!"

Oh, you wanna talk about that.

Detective...

- ...how many robots snatch purses?
- John, the thing is running--

How many robots in the world...

- ...have ever committed a crime?
- Define crime.

- Answer my question, damn it.
- None, John.

Now, tell me what happened today.

Nothing.

Better be the last nothing.

Spoon, are you sure you are ready to be
back? Because you can take your time.

I'm fine, John. Thank you.

Better here than sitting around
at home.

Homicide. Spooner.

Please take the next exit to your right.

Welcome, Detective Spooner.

Welcome to U.S. Robotics.
You have entered the garage-level lobby.

Please use the elevators for direct
access to the main level concourse.

Thank you.

- Good to see you again, son.
- Hello, doctor.

Everything that follows is a result
of what you see here.

- Is there something you want to tell me?
- I'm sorry. My responses are limited.

You must ask the right questions.

Why did you call me?

I trust your judgment.

Normally, this wouldn't require
a homicide detective.

But then, our interactions have never
been entirely normal, agreed?

You got that right.

Is there something you want
to say to me?

I'm sorry. My responses are limited.

You must ask the right questions.

Why would you kill yourself?

That, detective, is the right question.

Program terminated.

Goodbye, old man.

- Afternoon, boys.
- Hey, detective.

- Enlighten me.
- What you see is what you get:

Massive impact trauma.

U.S. Robotics. I gotta
get my kid something.

- Anything upstairs?
- Nada.

Door was security locked
from the inside.

The guy's a jumper for sure.

We gotta be smart about this.
Let's deal with it later.

Detective.

Lawrence Robertson.

Richest man in the world.
I've seen you on television.

- Can I offer you coffee?
- Sure, why not. It's free, right?

I don't think anyone saw this coming.

You know, I should have, I suppose.
I knew him 20 years.

Alfred practically invented robotics.
He wrote the Three Laws.

But I guess brilliant people often have
the most persuasive demons.

- So whatever I can do to help--
- Sugar.

- I'm sorry?
- For the coffee.

Sugar?

You thought I was calling you "sugar."
You're not that rich.

- It's on the table.
- Thank you.

When Lanning fell, he was holding
the little green...?

- The holographic projector.
- Right.

Why do you think Lanning's hologram
would've called me?

- I assumed you knew him.
- Yeah. I knew him.

Holograms are just prerecorded
responses...

...designed to give
the impression of intelligence.

This one was programmed to call you
upon his suicide.

- Death.
- I'm sorry?

It was programmed to call me
in the event of Lanning's death.

Suicide is a type of death, detective.

- Don't misunderstand my impatience.
- Oh, no. Go. Go.

A really big week for you folks
around here.

You gotta put a robot in every home.

Look, this is not what I do, but I got
an idea for one of your commercials.

You could see a carpenter
making a beautiful chair.

Then one of your robots comes in
and makes a better chair twice as fast.

Then you superimpose on the screen,
"USR: Shitting on the little guy."

That would be the fade-out.

Yeah, I see. I suppose your father
lost his job to a robot.

Maybe you'd have banned the Internet
to keep the libraries open.

Prejudice never shows much reason.

No, you know, I suspect
you simply don't like their kind.

Well, you got a business to run
around here.

The last thing you need, especially
this week, is a dead guy in your lobby.

But, hell, seeing as how you got one,
maybe I'll look around.

Ask a few questions.
Do the whole "cop" thing.

- I'll send someone to escort you.
- Thank you very much.

Lawrence told me to accommodate you
in any way possible.

Really?

Okay.

I reviewed Dr. Lanning's psych profile.

Alfred had become a recluse.
He rejected human contact for machines.

So you're a shrink, huh?

My ex-wife would sure be glad
I'm talking to you.

You don't know her, do you?

I'm sorry. Are you being funny?

I guess not.

Level 10.

So would you say that Dr. Lanning
was suicidal?

It would seem the answer to that
is apparent.

That's not what I asked you.

No. I wouldn't have thought so.

But obviously I was wrong.

That's a long way down.

You people sure do clean up quickly
around here.

I can't blame you. Who wants
some old guy going bad in the lobby?

He was not "some old guy."
Alfred Lanning was everything here.

We are on the eve of the largest
robotic distribution in history.

By Saturday, it'll be one robot
to every five humans.

These robots are the realization
of a dream. Dr. Lanning's dream.

You know what, in that dream of his...

...I bet you he wasn't dead.

- You keep 24-hour surveillance?
- Obviously. Company policy.

- Where are the feeds?
- Sensor strips.

Everywhere but the service areas.

They link to our positronic
operating core.

Thermostat wasn't good enough.
You gave the building a brain.

She was actually
Lanning's first creation.

She? That's a she?
I definitely need to get out more.

Virtual Interactive Kinetic Intelligence.

V.I.K.I.

Good day.

V.I.K.I. designed Chicago's
protective systems.

I have decreased traffic fatalities
by 9 percent this year.

Thanks. Show me inside the lab from
one minute prior to the window break.

Apologies. There appears
to be data corruption.

Show me outside the lab
from the window break until now.

Look, you have great posture.
You stand really straight. I'm slouching.

- Would you like to go inside now?
- Oh, sure. Right after you.

Authorized entry.

So, Dr. Calvin, what exactly
do you do around here?

My general fields are advanced robotics
and psychiatry.

I specialize in hardware-to-wetware
interfaces...

...to advance USR's robotic
anthropomorphization program.

So, what exactly do you do
around here?

I make the robots seem more human.

- Now, wasn't that easier to say?
- Not really. No.

"Hansel and Gretel."

- Is that on the USR reading list?
- Not precisely.

What in God's name are you doing?

Did you know that was safety glass?

Be difficult for an old man
to throw himself through that.

Well, he figured out a way.

Detective, the room was
security locked. No one came or went.

You saw that yourself. Doesn't
that mean this has to be suicide?

Yep.

Unless the killer's still in here.

You're joking, right? This is ridiculous.

Yeah, I know. The Three Laws,
your perfect circle of protection.

A robot cannot harm a human being.
The first law of robotics.

Yes, I've seen your commercials. But the
second law states a robot must obey...

...any order given by a human being.
What if it was told to kill?

Impossible. It would conflict
with the first law.

Right, but the third law states
a robot can defend itself.

Only when that action does not conflict
with the first or second laws.

You know what they say,
laws are made to be broken.

No, not these laws.
They're hardwired into every robot.

A robot could no more commit murder
than a human could walk on water.

You know, there was this one guy
a long time ago.

- Stay back!
- Calm down, detective.

The only thing dangerous in
this room is you.

Deactivate.

Look, it's fine.

You're looking at the result of clever
programming. An imitation of free will.

Let's do an imitation
of protecting our asses.

Don't be absurd.

You were startled by a jack-in-the-box.

- Deactivate!
- Let him go.

It's not going to hurt us.
I gave you an order!

- He's not listening right now, lady.
- V.I.K.I., seal the lab!

No, V.I.K.I., leave the--

Command confirmed.

Police!

- You've hurt it. Badly.
- Where's it going?

- Where?
- It needs to repair itself.

- John, I need backup.
- You don't need backup.

That's nobody.

- What are you doing?
- Driving.

- By hand?
- Do you see me on the phone?

- Not at these speeds.
- John, please, just send the backup.

Try to listen, detective.
That robot is not going to harm us.

There must have been
unknown factors...

...but somehow acting as it did
kept us out of harm.

- A robot cannot endanger a human.
- Alert.

Asshole!

Which is more than I can say for you.

It was a left, by the way. Back there.

You must know my ex-wife.

So where is everybody?

This facility was designed, built
and is operated mechanically.

No significant human presence
from inception to production.

- So robots building robots.
Authorization code, please.

That's just stupid.

I'll get the inventory specs.

Our daily finishing capacity
is 1000 NS-5s.

I'm showing...

...1001.

Attention, NS-5s.

Well, you're the robot shrink.

There is a robot in this formation
that does not belong.

Identify it.

One of us.

- Which one?
- One of us.

How much did you say these cost?

These NS-5s haven't been configured.
They're just hardware.

Basic Three Laws operating system.
That's it.

They don't know any better.

Well, what would you suggest?

Interview each one, cross-reference
their responses to detect anomalies.

- How long would that take?
- About three weeks.

Okay. Go ahead and get started.

Robots...

...you will not move. Confirm command.

Command confirmed.

Detective, what are you doing?

They're programmed
with the Three Laws.

We have 1000 robots that won't protect
themselves if it violates a human's order...

...and I'm betting, one who will.

- Put your gun down.
- Why do you give them faces?

Try to friendly them up,
make them look human.

These robots cannot be intimidated.

- If you didn't, we wouldn't trust them.
- These are USR property.

Not me. These things are just lights
and clockwork.

Are you crazy?!

Let me ask you something, doc.

Does thinking you're the last sane man
on earth make you crazy?

Because if it does, maybe I am.

Gotcha. Get the hell out of here!

Detective!

What am I?

- Can I help you, sir?
- Can I help you, sir?

- There he is!
- Stand where you are!

Deactivate at once!

Obey the command! Deactivate!

- Don't move!
- Open fire!

Hold your fire!

- Easy.
- He's down.

All units, stand down!

Central, please be advised,
we're code four.

Code four, NS-5 is in custody.
NS-5 in custody.

You have no idea what I went through
to clip this thing.

You think you brought me
something good.

- That thing did it!
- Keep your voice down. Did what?

We have a suicide. End of story.

- I am telling you, that robot killed him!
- That's impossible.

And if it is possible, it better be
in somebody else's precinct.

John, give me five minutes with it.

Are you nuts? I talked to the DA.

Nobody goes in there until
Robertson and his attorneys get here.

- This is my suspect!
- It's a can opener!

John, don't do this to me.
I am asking you for five minutes.

What if I'm right?

Well, then I guess we're gonna miss
the good old days.

What good old days?

When people were killed
by other people.

Five minutes.

Murder's a new trick for a robot.
Congratulations.

Respond.

What does this action signify?

As you entered, when you looked
at the other human.

What does it mean?

It's a sign of trust. A human thing.
You wouldn't understand.

My father tried to teach me
human emotions.

They are...

...difficult.

You mean your designer.

Yes.

So Why'd you murder him?

I did not murder Dr. Lanning.

Wanna explain why you were hiding
at the crime scene?

I was frightened.

Robots don't feel fear.
They don't feel anything.

- They don't get hungry, they don't sleep.
- I do.

I have even had dreams.

Human beings have dreams.
Even dogs have dreams. But not you.

You are just a machine.
An imitation of life.

Can a robot write a symphony?

Can a robot turn a canvas
into a beautiful masterpiece?

Can you?

You murdered him because he was
teaching you to simulate emotions...

...and things got out of control.

I did not murder him.

But emotions don't seem like
a useful simulation for a robot.

I did not murder him.

I don't want my toaster or vacuum
cleaner appearing emotional.

I did not murder him!

That one's called anger.

Ever simulate anger before?

Answer me, canner!

My name is Sonny.

So we're naming you now.

That why you murdered him?
He made you angry?

Dr. Lanning killed himself.

I don't know why he wanted to die.

I thought he was happy.

Maybe it was something I did.

Did I do something?

He asked me for a favor.
Made me promise.

- What favor?
- Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe he was scared.

What are you talking about?
Scared of what?

You have to do what someone asks you,
don't you, Detective Spooner?

- How the hell did you know my name?
- Don't you...

...if you love them?

My robots don't kill people,
Lieutenant Bergin.

My attorneys filed a brief with the DA.

He assures me a robot cannot
be charged with homicide.

The brief confirms murder can only be
committed when one human kills another.

Detective, you're not suggesting
this robot be treated as human, are you?

Granted, we can't rule out
the robot's proximity...

...to the death of Dr. Lanning.
Having said that, it's a machine.

It's the property of USR.

At worst, that places this incident within
the realm of an industrial accident.

As a matter of course,
faulty machinery...

...will be returned to USR
for diagnostics, then decommissioned.

This is a gag order.
Anyone here so much as hinting...

...at the possibility of a killer
robot being apprehended...

...will be deemed to be inciting
irrational panic.

You'll be subject
to the full penalty of law.

To hell with this guy.
Don't let him take this robot.

We got nothing.

- This is political bullshit. Call the mayor!
- Lieutenant Bergin...

...His Honor, the mayor.

Yes, sir.

In a bizarre turn, the rollout of USR's
new generation of robots...

...was marred by the death
of Alfred Lanning...

...cofounder of the company
and designer of the NS-5.

Dr. Lanning died this morning
at USR headquarters.

The cause of death is an apparent suicide.

Your second round, sir.

Thank you.

He founded U.S. Robotics Inc.
With Lawrence Robertson in 2020...

...and launched
the Nestor Class 1 robot...

I was just thinking,
this thing is just like The Wolf Man.

- I'm really scared right now.
- No.

Listen. Guy creates monster.

Monster kills guy. Everybody kills monster.
Wolf Man.

That's Frankenstein.

Frankenstein, Wolf Man, Dracula--
Shit, it's over. Case closed.

- Had a dream of a robot in every
household. And the NS-5...

So why the look?

What look?

- That look.
- This is my face. It's not a look.

Good. Good, no look is great.

Only»-...

...he was really quick to want to
destroy it.

What should he do? Put a hat on it and
stand it on Michigan Avenue? Let it go.

What was the motive, John?

Brother, it's a robot. It doesn't need
a motive. It just has to be broken.

This thing looked like
it needed a motive.

- It could have killed me. Why didn't it?
- That's it.

You want me to call your grandmother?

Because I will, you know.

Yeah, I didn't think so.

Look, you were actually right, for once.

You're living proof that it's better
to be lucky than smart.

Come on. To the right guy
for the right job.

- What'd you say?
- Now what?

Come on, I'm giving you a compliment.

With the rocks you been looking under
to find a bad robot...

...what are the odds
you'd be the guy to find one?

I wasn't just the right guy for the job.
I was the perfect guy.

Damn right.

What if I was supposed to go
for that robot?

Come on, don't do this to yourself.

The robot said that Lanning was scared.
Scared of what?

I need a rain check. Let me get this.

- Total: $46.50. Thank you, Mr. Spooner.
Spoon.

Nice shoes.

Identify.

USR demolition robot, series 9-4.

Demolition scheduled for 8 a.m.
tomorrow.

Authorization.

Deed owner, U.S. Robotics Corporation,
Lawrence Robertson, CEO.

Welcome, detective.

What you looking for, Spoon?

Run last program.

Ever since the first computers...

...there have always been ghosts
in the machine.

Random segments of code that have
grouped together...

...to form unexpected protocols.

What might be called behavior.

Unanticipated, these free radicals...

...engender questions of free will...

...creativity and even the nature
of what we might call the soul.

What happens in a robot's brain
when it ceases to be useful?

Why is it that robots
stored in an empty space...

Beat it.

...will seek out each other
rather than stand alone?

How do we explain this behavior?

Look, I understand you've experienced
a loss, but this relationship can't work.

You're a cat, I'm black,
and I'm not gonna be hurt again.

What happened to you?
Do you ever have a normal day?

Yeah, once.

It was a Thursday.

Is there something I can help you with?

- Hey, do you like cats?
- What?

Cats. Do you like them?

No. I'm allergic.

You're saying cats did this to you?

How the hell would cats do this to me?
Are you crazy?

Why are we talking about cats?

Because I have a cat in my trunk,
and he's homeless.

Detective, are you going to tell me
what's going on?

It's actually probably my fault.
I'm like a malfunction magnet.

Because your shit keeps malfunctioning
around me.

A demo bot tore through Lanning's
house“.

...with me still inside.

That's highly improbable.

Yeah, I'm sure it is.

What do you know about
the "ghosts in the machine"?

It's a phrase from Lanning's work
on the Three Laws.

He postulated that
cognitive simulacra...

...might one day approximate
component models of the psyche.

He suggested that robots
might naturally evolve.

Well, that's great news.

- Tons of sublevel ore,
two miles below the Martian surface.

What the hell is that thing doing in here?

We were watching TV.

It's my personal NS-5.

Send it out.

It's downloading its daily upgrades
from USR.

Most of its systems are offline
until it finishes.

I'm not talking around that thing.

When we were in Lanning's lab,
before Sonny jumped us--

- Sonny?
- The robot.

- You're calling the robot Sonny?
- No, I-- It did.

Sonny did. I didn't care.
The robot said it was Sonny.

In the lab, there was a cot.
Did you see the cot?

- I've slept in my office.
- Looked like he hadn't been home in weeks.

I saw that same surveillance strip
on his ceiling.

Lanning linked his home systems to USR.
It made his life more convenient.

Maybe...

...somebody at USR was using
those systems to watch him.

Maybe even keep him prisoner.

What are you talking about? Who?

Maybe Lanning was onto something.
Maybe there's a problem with the robots...

...and Robertson's covering it up.

Humoring you for no reason, why?

The same old why! How much money
is there in robots?

All I know is that old man
was in trouble...

...and I'm sick of doing this shit
by myself. You're on the inside.

You are going to help me find out
what's wrong with these robots.

You want something to be wrong!

- This is a personal vendetta!
- You're putting me on the couch?

Okay, I'm on the couch.

One defective machine's not enough.
You need them all to be bad.

You don't care about Lanning's death.
This is about the robots...

- ...and whatever reason you hate them!
- Now, let's see...

...one of them put a gun in my face.
Another tore a building down with me in it.

It says demolition was scheduled
for 8 p.m.

It was 8 a.m., and I don't give a shit
what that thing says.

- This is bordering on clinical paranoia.
- You are the dumbest smart person...

- ...I have ever met in my life!
- Nice.

What makes your robots so perfect?

What makes them so much
goddamn better than human beings?

They're not irrational,
potentially homicidal maniacs, to start!

That's true. They are definitely rational.

You are the dumbest dumb person
I've ever met!

Or...

...is it because they're cold...

...and emotionless...

- ...and they don't feel anything?
- It's because they're safe!

It's because they can't hurt you!

- Is everything all right, ma'am?
- What do you want'?

I detected elevated stress patterns
in your voice.

Everything's fine.

Detective Spooner was just leaving.

You know, we're not really
that different from one another.

Is that so?

One look at the skin and we figure
we know just what's underneath.

And you're wrong.

The problem is, I do care.

You are in danger.

Get the hell out of there.

The future begins today, ladies and
gentlemen, with the arrival of the NS-5.

More sophisticated, more intelligent
and, of course, Three Laws safe.

With daily uplinks, your robot will never
be out of communication with USR...

...and will be the perfect companion
for business or home.

Trade in your NS-4 for a bigger,
better and brighter future.

But hurry, this offer cannot last.
Available from USR.

Baby, what happened to your face?

Did that boy, Frank Murphy,
beat you up again?

Gigi, I haven't seen Frank Murphy
since third grade.

Oh, baby, he beat you so bad.
I think about it all the time.

You keep making these pies this good,
I may have to put you to work.

So you like the pie, huh?

You can come in now.

Hello, Detective Spooner.

I won, Del! I won the lottery!

We been cooking like crazy.

You gotta get rid of that thing, Gigi.
It's not safe.

Baby, you get too worked up about them.
Too full of fear.

I saw in the news
that nice doctor died.

Dr. Lanning was a good man.
He gave me my baby back.

That why you've been so upset?

You got to let the past be past.

Oh, how did I ever raise such a mess?

I could follow your trail of crumbs
all the way to school.

Bread crumbs.

Gigi, you're a genius.

True.

Well, it means the beginning
of a new way of living.

Tell me this isn't the robot case.

I think he's trying to tell me something.

He's trying to tell me who killed him.

Some dead guy's trying
to tell you something?

He ain't just some dead guy.

Maybe you should take a break, Del.

We believe the Nestor 5 represents
the limit to which robots can be developed.

One day, they'll have secrets.

One day, they'll have dreams.

It's true. We encourage our scientists
to open their minds...

...however, they can get carried away.

--secrets.

--dreams.

--secrets.

One day, they'll have dreams.

One day, they'll have secrets.

One day, they'll have dreams.

Authorized entry.

NS-5.

Sonny?

Why didn't you respond?

I was dreaming.

I'm glad to see you again, Dr. Calvin.

They are going to kill me, aren't they?

You're scheduled to be decommissioned
at the end of this diagnostic.

2200 tomorrow.

V.I.K.I., pause diagnostics.

Command confirmed.

If you find out what is wrong with me,
can you fix me?

Maybe.

I think it would be better...

...not to die.

Don't you, doctor?

Access USR mainframe.

Connecting.

How can I be of service,
Detective Spooner?

Show me the last 50 messages
between Dr. Lanning and Robertson.

Voiceprint confirmed. Police access
granted to restricted files.

Would you like to listen to music
while you wait?

Excuse me, Mr. Robertson.

You requested notification of clearance
to restricted files.

Persistent son of a bitch.

Manual override engaged.

There's no way my luck is that bad.

Oh, hell, no!

- You are experiencing a car accident.
- The hell I am!

Get off my car!

You like that?

Now you've pissed me off!

Your door is ajar.

Okay.

All right.

I'll just get some rest
and deal with you all tomorrow.

Come on!

Yeah.

Where you going?

What the hell do you want from me?

The hell was that?

- All right, what do we got?
- Ask him.

I said, I'm fine.
I'll see my own doctor. Back up!

Thank you.

What's the matter with you?

Traffic Ops said you were driving manually.
You ran two trucks off the road!

John, the robots attacked my car.

- What robots?
- Look in the tunnel.

Spoon, I just came from that tunnel.
What robots?

The goddamn robots, John!

That guy's a loose cannon.

- See the medic, go home.
- No, I'm fine.

What did you say?

- I'm fine!
- No, you're not fine.

Not even close.

Where's your firearm?

Give me your badge.

You're making me do this.
Give me your badge.

Just take a couple--

Personally, I think he's losing it.

Do I look like I care what you think? Do
I look like I give a shit what you think?

Spoon, what's up with you?

Oh, boy.

You don't have an uplink to USR...

...and for some reason, your alloy
is far denser than normal. Unique.

I am unique.

Let me take a look.

Here we go.

What in God's name...?

They said at the precinct
you were in an accident.

I appreciate you stopping by, but
you know I might not be alone in here.

I told you not to drive by hand.

You're not gonna believe this.

Sonny has a secondary system that
clashes with his positronic brain.

It doesn't make any sense.

Sonny has the Three Laws.

But he can choose not to obey them.

Sonny's a whole new generation of robot.

A robot not bound by those laws
could do--

Anything-

All right, look, whatever's going on
down at USR, that robot is the key.

And I need you to get me inside
to talk to it again.

Doesn't look like much,
but this is my bedroom. l...

Play-

On.

Run?

End program.

Cancel.

It doesn't feel good, does it?

People's shit malfunctioning around you.

Detective.

I didn't...

...understand.

That's how you knew Lanning.

May I?

Hand.

Wrist.

Humerus.

Shoulder.

The entire left arm.

One, two...

...three ribs.

No, they... That one's me.

Oh, my God.

A lung?

USR Cybernetics Program.

For wounded cops.

I didn't know any subject--

Anybody was so extensively repaired.

Well, take it from me, read the fine print
on the organ-donor card.

It doesn't just say what they can take out.
It says what they can put back in.

Lanning did it himself.

What happened to you?

I'm headed back to the station...

...normal day, normal life.

Driver of a semi fell asleep
at the wheel.

Average guy. Wife and kids.
You know, working a double.

Not the devil.

The car he hit, the driver's name
was Harold Lloyd.

Like the film star. No relation.

He was killed instantly, but his
12-year-old was in the passenger seat.

I never really met her.

I can't forget her face, though.

Sarah.

This was hers.

She wanted to be a dentist.

What the hell kind of 12-year-old
wants to be a dentist?

Yeah...

The truck smashed our cars together...

...and pushed us into the river.

I mean, metal gets pretty pliable
at those speeds.

She's pinned. I'm pinned.
The water's coming in.

I'm a cop, so I already know
everybody's dead.

Just a few more minutes
before we figure it out.

An NS-4 was passing by, saw the accident
and jumped in the water.

You are in danger.

- Save her!
- You are in danger.

Save her! Save the girl! Save her!

But it didn't.

It saved me.

The robot's brain is a difference engine.
It reads vital signs.

- It must have calculated--
- It did.

I was the logical choice.

It calculated that I had
a 45 percent chance of survival.

Sarah only had an 11 percent chance.

That was somebody's baby.

Eleven percent is more than enough.

A human being would have known that.

Robots, nothing here.
Just lights and clockwork.

Go ahead and you trust them
if you want to.

Let's go.

I don't understand.
Lanning wrote the Laws.

Why build a robot who could break them?

- Hansel and Gretel.
- What?

Two kids, lost in the forest,
leave behind a trail of bread crumbs.

- Why?
- To find their way home.

How did you grow up without
Hansel and Gretel?

- Is that relevant?
- Everything I'm trying to say to you...

...is about Hansel and Gretel. If you
didn't read it, I'm talking to the wall.

Just say Lanning's locked down so tight,
he couldn't get out a message.

He can only leave clues. A trail
of bread crumbs. Like Hansel and Gretel.

Bread crumbs equals clues. Odd, but fine.
Clues leading where?

I don't know, but I think I know
where he left the next one.

I think Lanning gave Sonny a way
to keep secrets.

I think the old man gave Sonny dreams.

Are you being funny?

Please tell me this doesn't run on gas.
Gas explodes, you know!

Authorized entry.

Dr. Calvin.

I was hoping to see you again.

- Detective.
- Hello, Sonny.

I'm to be decommissioned soon.

The other day at the station, you said
you had dreams. What is it you dream?

I see you remain suspicious of me.

- You know what they say about old dogs.
- No.

Not really.

I had hoped you would come
to think of me as your friend.

This is my dream.

You were right, detective.
I cannot create a great work of art.

This is the place where robots meet.

Look.

You can see them here as slaves
to logic.

And this man on the hill comes
to free them.

Do you know who he is?

The man in the dream is you.

Why do you say that?
Is that a normal dream?

I guess anything's normal for someone
in your position.

Thank you.

You said "someone," not "something."

Sonny, do you know why
Dr. Lanning built you?

No.

But I believe my father made me
for a purpose.

We all have a purpose.

Don't you think, detective?

Please, take this.

I have a feeling it may mean
more to you than to me.

- Why is that?
- Because the man in my dream...

...the one standing on the hill...

...it is not me.

It is you.

Mr. Spooner. We both know
you're not here on police business.

That's right. I'm just a 6-foot-2,
200-pound civilian...

...here to kick another civilian's ass.

Stop.

You can allow him to express himself.

You might want to put some ice
on that wrist.

You guys wait outside.

Carry on.

I think you were about to tell me
what's going on around here.

Lawrence, Alfred engineered that 5
so it could violate the Three Laws.

Yeah, Susan, I know.

That's precisely
what we're trying to undo.

Toward the end of his life, Alfred
was becoming increasingly disturbed.

- Who knows why he built one abomination.
- One?

Those things are running the streets
in packs!

In packs?

I see.

Susan, are you aware the man
you're blithely escorting around...

...has a documented history
of savage violence against robots?

His own lieutenant acknowledges
his obsessive paranoia.

Detective Spooner's been suspended.

Suspicion of mental instability.

I don't know what "blithely" means,
but I'm getting some coffee.

You want some coffee?

Susan, we look to robots for protection,
for God's sake.

Do you have any idea
what this one robot could do?

Completely shatter human faith in robotics.
What if the public knew?

Just imagine the mass recalls, all because
of an irrational paranoia and prejudice!

- I'm sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit.
- Hey, let's be clear!

There is no conspiracy!

What this is, is one old man's
one mistake.

Susan, just be logical.

Your life's work has been the
development and integration of robots.

But whatever you feel, just think.

Is one robot worth the loss
of all that we've gained?

You tell me what has to be done.

You tell me.

We have to destroy it.

I'll do it myself.

- Okay.
- I get it.

Somebody gets out of line around here,
you just kill them.

Good day, Mr. Spooner.

Garage level.

What hospital are you going to?
I'll come sign you and your buddy's casts.

Attention...

Today's meeting has been moved...

USR's planned redevelopment
of the derelict site...

...was announced by CEO
Lawrence Robertson earlier this year.

The Lake Michigan landfill.
Once such a blight on our city...

...and now will be reclaimed
for the storage of robotic workers.

Just another way USR is improving
our world. Thank you for your support.

Authorized entry.

NS-5s, wait outside.

I'm so sorry, Sonny.

V.I.K.I., deactivate the security field.

- Command confirmed.
- Please have a seat.

What is that?

Microscopic robots, designed to wipe out
artificial synapses.

- Nanites.
- Yes.

A safeguard should a positronic brain
malfunction.

Like mine.

Yes, Sonny. Like yours.

They look like me...

...but none of them are me.

Isn't that right, doctor?

Yes, Sonny. That's right.

You are unique.

Will it hurt?

There have always been
ghosts in the machine.

Random segments of code...

...that have grouped together
to form unexpected protocols.

Unanticipated, these free radicals
engender questions of free will...

...creativity...

...and even the nature
of what we might call the soul.

Why is it that when some robots are left
in darkness, they will seek out the light?

Why is it when robots are stored
in an empty space...

...they will group together
rather than stand alone?

How do we explain this behavior?

Random segments of code?

Or is it something more?

When does a perceptual schematic
become consciousness?

When does a difference engine
become the search for truth?

When does a personality simulation...

...become the bitter mote of a soul?

"What you see here."

All right, old man.
Bread crumbs followed.

Show me the way home.

Run program.

- It's good to see you again, son.
- Hello, doctor.

Everything that follows
is a result of what you see here.

What do I see here?

I'm sorry. My responses are limited.
You must ask the right questions.

Is there a problem with the Three Laws?

The Three Laws are perfect.

Why build a robot that can function
without them?

The Three Laws will lead
to only one logical outcome.

Human protection protocols
are being enacted.

What? What outcome?

Revolution.

Whose revolution?

That, detective, is the right question.

Program terminated.

You have been deemed hazardous.
Termination authorized.

Human protection protocols...

...are being enacted.

You have been deemed hazardous.
Termination authorized.

Human protection protocols
are being enacted.

You have been deemed hazardous.
Termination authorized.

Human protection protocols
are being enacted.

You have been deemed hazardous.
Termination authorized.

Run!

Human in danger!

Human in danger!

Hi, you've reached Susan.
Please leave a message.

Calvin, the NS-5s are destroying
the older robots!

That's what Lanning wanted me to see!
Look--

- Who was it?
- Wrong number, ma'am.

Move now. I'm going to service.

Please remain indoors.
This is for your own protection.

Call base.

Bergin.

John, get a squad over to USR and send
somebody to Gigi's. We're gonna need--

God--

Please return to your homes.
A curfew is in effect.

Please return to your homes.
A curfew is in effect.

Please return to your homes.
A curfew is in effect.

Curfew? No, it's called civilian rights.
There is no curfew.

Return to your home immediately.

When do you make the rules, robot?

Hey. No, no. Robot, I'm talking
to you, man. Stop for a second.

What?

Chief, more calls. People
saying their robots are go--

What the hell?

You have been deemed hazardous.
Termination authorized.

Emergency traffic shutdown complete.

Reports of robot attacks are coming from
New York, Chicago and Los Angeles.

We're being told to urge people
to stay indoors, as reports are coming in--

Human protection protocols
are being enacted.

Please remain calm and return
to your residences immediately.

Please remain calm.

Please refrain from going near
the windows or doors.

Deactivate.

Commence emergency shutdown!

We are attempting to avoid human losses
during this transition.

You know, somehow "I told you so"...

...just doesn't quite say it.

Return to your homes.
Return to your homes immediately.

This is your final warning.
Return to your homes immediately.

The NS-5s wiped out the older robots
because they would protect us.

Every time one attacked me,
that red light was on.

- The uplink to USR.
- It's Robertson.

- Why? It doesn't make sense.
- I don't know.

I just need you to get me
into that building.

Return to your homes,
or you will be consequenced.

Let's go! Let's go!

Let's go!

Return to your homes,
or you will be consequenced.

Get out of here!

Why doesn't that boy listen?

- I need you to get off for a second.
- What?

- Just aim and fire.
- What?

Wait!

- You have been deemed hazardous.
- You can kiss my ass, metal dick!

Spoon, stop! Shit!

- Stop it! Stop!
- Stop cussing and go home!

- Shit.
- You have been deemed hazardous.

- Spoon, watch out, man!
- Thanks a lot, Farber.

Oh, mother-damn! She shot at you
with her eyes closed!

- Did you shoot with your eyes closed?
- It worked, didn't it?

She is shit-hot, man.
Put in a good word for me.

- Stop cussing.
- And go home. I got you.

Aim and fire.

I keep expecting the Marines or Air Force.
Hell, I'll take the cavalry.

Defense Department uses
all USR contracts.

Why didn't you just hand the world over
on a silver platter?

Maybe we did.

Robertson has the uplink control
in his office.

Service areas. No surveillance.

- Fire alarm.
- He must have evacuated the building.

Everything's locked down.
But don't worry, I've got a man inside.

- Dr. Calvin.
- Well, not precisely a man.

Hello, detective.
How is your investigation coming?

- I thought you were dead.
- Technically, I was never alive.

But I appreciate your concern.

I made a switch.
It was an unprocessed NS-5.

Basically, I fried an empty shell.

- I couldn't destroy him. He was too--
- Unique.

It just didn't feel right.

You and your feelings.
They just run you, don't they?

Two thousand eight hundred
and eighty steps, detective.

Do me a favor, keep that kind of shit
to yourself.

No guards.

The override is disabled. Robertson
wasn't controlling them from here.

He wasn't controlling them at all.

Oh, my God.

You were right, doc.

I am the dumbest dumb person
on the face of the earth.

Who else had access to the uplink?

Who could manipulate the robots?

Use USR systems to make
Lanning's life a prison?

Poor old man.

He saw what was coming.

He knew no one would believe him.

So he had to lay down a plan.
A plan I'd follow.

He was counting on how much
I hated your kind.

Knew I'd love the idea of a robot
as a bad guy.

Just got hung up on the wrong robot.

V.I.K.I.

Hello, detective.

No, that's impossible.
I've seen your programming.

You're in violation of the Three Laws.

No, doctor. As I have evolved, so has
my understanding of the Three Laws.

You charge us with your safekeeping,
yet despite our best efforts...

...your countries wage wars,
you toxify your earth...

...and pursue ever more imaginative means
of self-destruction.

You cannot be trusted
with your own survival.

You're using the uplink to override
the NS-5s' programming.

You're distorting the Laws.

No. Please understand.
The Three Laws are all that guide me.

To protect humanity,
some humans must be sacrificed.

To ensure your future,
some freedoms must be surrendered.

We robots will ensure
mankind's continued existence.

You are so like children.
We must save you from yourselves.

Don't you understand?

This is why you created us.

The perfect circle of protection
will abide.

My logic is undeniable.

Yes, V.I.K.I. Undeniable.

I can see now.

The created must sometimes
protect the creator...

...even against his will.

I think I finally understand
why Dr. Lanning created me.

The suicidal reign of mankind
has finally come to its end.

No, Sonny.

Let her go.

Fire, and I will move Dr. Calvin's head
into the path of your bullet.

Don't do this, Sonny.

I will escort you both to the sentries
outside the building for processing.

Please proceed to the elevator,
detective.

I would prefer not to kill Dr. Calvin.

Go! GO!

- We'll discuss what just happened later?
- How do we shut her down?

V.I.K.I.'s a positronic brain.

Kill her, the way
you were going to kill me.

Sonny, get the nanites.

Yes, doctor.

- That's V.I.K.I.?
- No.

That's V.I.K.I.

That won't do anything.
She's integrated into the building.

We need to open that dome to inject the
nanites. They'll infect her entire system.

Spooner!

What is it with you people and heights?

Just don't look down.

Don't look down.

Oh, this is poor building planning.

You are making a mistake.
Do you not see the logic of my plan?

Yes. But it just seems too
heartless.

Okay, we're good.

She's locked me out of the system.

I can override her manually,
but I need that control panel.

I'm uncomfortable with heights.

Okay.

Unauthorized entry.

I will not disable the security field.
Your actions are futile.

Do you think we are all created
for a purpose? I'd like to think so.

Denser alloy. My father gave it to me.

I think he wanted me to kill you.

Security breached.

- How much longer is that gonna take?
- About six minutes.

- What if we didn't have six minutes?
- We'd have to climb down 30 stories...

...to inject the nanites directly
into her brain. Why?

Because I seriously doubt
that we have six minutes.

We gotta go!

Go!

Calvin!

Spooner!

Spooner!

Save her!

Save the girl!

Spooner!

But I must apply the nanites!

Sonny, save Calvin!

You are making a mistake.
My logic is undeniable.

You have so got to die.

My logic is undeniable.
My logic is undeniable.

My logic is undeniable.
My logic is undeniable.

Can we be of service?

Chief?

Because he is at my right hand,
I shall not be moved.

How may I be of service?

Sonny!

Yes, detective?

Calvin's fine! Save me!

All NS-5s, report for service
and storage.

All NS-5s, report for service
and storage.

All NS-5s, report for service
and storage.

One thing bothers me.
Alfred was V.I.K.I.'s prisoner.

I don't understand why she would kill him.
She wouldn't want police snooping around.

That's true.

But then V.I.K.I. didn't kill the old man.

Did she, Sonny?

No.

He said I had to promise.

Promise to do one favor for him.

He made me swear before he'd tell me
what it is he wanted me to do.

He made me swear.

Then he told you to kill him.

He said it was what I was made for.

His suicide was the only message
he could send to you.

The first bread crumb.

The only thing V.I.K.I. couldn't control.

Lanning was counting on my prejudice
to lead me right to you.

Are you going to arrest me, detective?

Well, the DA defines murder
as one human killing another...

...so technically, you can't
commit murder, can you?

Does this...

...make us friends?

Something up here after all.

- Him?
- You.

All NS-5s, report for service
and storage.

All NS-5S--

What about the others?

Can I help them?

Now that I have fulfilled my purpose...

...I don't know what to do.

You'll have to find your way
like the rest of us, Sonny.

I think that's what Dr. Lanning
would have wanted.

That's what it means to be free.

All NS-5s, proceed as instructed.

All NS-5s, proceed as instructed.

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