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ZETA: My name is Zeta.

I was built as a weapon to destroy...

but I will not destroy anymore.

RO: Come on, let's go!

ZETA: It's Bennet. Run!

This way.

RO: Quick, Zee. Change.

ZETA: Ro, look out! - Ahh!

RO: We'll get you your freedom, Zee. I know it.

MAN: Get out of here.

GREER: Bucky!

[ALARM WAILING]

I know, I messed up.

I overloaded the capacitor. Next time I'll reroute the ion flow so that...

- There won't be a next time. - What?

Effective immediately, I'm suspending your lab privileges.

Cut me some slack, doc. It was an accident.

The fifth one this month.

You can't expect a major breakthrough without cracking a few beakers.

Hey, what happened to nurturing genius?

GREER: Maybe you got away with this nonsense when Dr. Tannor was in charge.

But now that I'm here, things will be different.

You're restricted to your room until further notice.

And no Net-surfing, either.

[IMITATES GREER] "And no Net-surfing, either."

Lucky I always keep a backup.

Log on.

Scan favorites.

Next.

Next.

Boring. Bor... Whoa, pause. Back one.

No problem. Activate decryption.

Interesting.

Any hits on the invisible man, Dr. Zelig?

Not yet. I'm rescanning the NSA mainframe and...

- Zee? - Contact code iota epsilon 7.

Get a hold of yourself before you freak someone out, like me.

Dossier download complete.

- Mission received and confirmed. - Time out.

I mean, wow, would you look at the time?

Whoo. We gotta scoot. Really.

What the heck was that?

I just intercepted orders for another infiltration unit.

- There are others? - Of course.

Infiltration Unit 7 is being sent to locate and eliminate this man.

I can't allow it, Ro.

MAN [OVER PA]: Your attention, please.

Passenger Elroy Modess, please answer any of the white courtesy vid phones...

located at the information desks throughout the terminal.

RO: So let me get this straight.

The target guy is an international arms dealer...

named Roland De Fleures?

- Also known as the Merchant of Death. - Yeah, and he's hiding out in San Palago?

Correct.

So why are we bothering to save him? I mean, obviously, he's a serious bad guy.

I don't care if he's innocent or guilty. What the government is doing is wrong.

I have to stop them.

Nothing worse than a robot with a conscience.

Well, if we're going, at least try to blend in. Lose the coat.

- Is that better? - Yeah, if they don't call the fashion police.

Two for Flight 25 to San Palago. The name is Smith.

I'm sorry, Mr. Smith, I'm not showing your reservation.

- But I confirmed this morning. AGENT: There's nothing here, sir.

But the flight's not full. I'm sure I can...

Oh, wait. It just sold out. Let me try another...

Oh, dear. Now the system's down.

MAN 1: Come on, mister. MAN 2: Not again.

I've been waiting here.

WOMAN: What's the hold-up? MAN 3: We've got a plane to catch.

- There's nothing I can do. - What a shame. No tropical vacation.

- No fun in the sun. ZETA: Bucky?

Figures. What bad luck put you back in our lives?

I keep tabs on you, like a hobby.

That's sweet. Now scram.

You promised never to mess with Zee again.

And I didn't. I just messed with the airline.

MAN 1: Do you hear me? MAN 2: Who's in charge?

[COMPUTER BEEPS]

MAN 3: I have people waiting for me.

Besides, your boy toy is last year's model. I want an IU7.

- What do you know about that? - Plenty. I pulled the schematics off the Net.

Get me in range and he's at my command. Check it out.

Enhanced dual-mounted grenade launchers, on board seeker missiles.

This bad boy rocks. No hard feelings.

The only problem is, this bogus airline won't let kids travel alone...

without a grownup.

[BEEPING STOPS]

So here's the deal:

If you let me come with you, I'll release your tickets.

- Don't trust this snot-faced little weasel. - I don't have a choice.

Welcome to San Palago.

Thank you.

Admit it, between you and me, you bought that thing at Gizmo Shack.

What?

This is groundbreaking technology, a new paradigm in electromechanics.

But you probably can't grasp that.

RO: Oh, I can grasp it. - Hey.

Still thinks he's so smart.

- Give it back. - Get lost, freak.

BUCKY: Tell her to give it back. - It's for your own protection.

- We can't allow you to interfere. BUCKY: What?

[BUCKY GRUNTS]

Hey, come back.

ZETA: We have to find De Fleures and warn him.

- But we don't even know where he is. - Then we'll ask.

Excuse me, I'm looking for Roland De Fleures...

also known as the Merchant of Death.

De Fleures?

Smooth.

Did it ever occur to you maybe other people think he's a bad guy too?

Perhaps.

[WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]

STEVEDORE: Yo, you two been asking about Mr. De Fleures?

ZETA: Yes, I need to see him. He's in trouble.

Someone's in trouble, amigo...

but it's not Mr. De Fleures.

Wow, this is a warm island welcome.

Get them.

Mr. De Fleures doesn't like people asking questions.

- He values his privacy. - Maybe we should just leave.

Too late for that, chiquita.

[GRUNTING]

Huh? Aah!

[GRUNTING]

RO: Heads up.

THUG 1: Let's teach her a lesson. THUG 2: Come on.

Zee, a little help here?

Took you long enough.

[GROANING]

What now? We're not gonna find De Fleures this way.

BUCKY: I know where he is.

RO: Yeah, right. - Casa Primera.

It's a huge compound on the south end of the island.

- How do you know? - Simple.

I cross-checked the Net for big-ticket deliveries to San Palago:

Caviar, hover yachts, high-def vid screens.

There's only one dude on this pathetic rock with those kind of creds.

De Fleures. Good work.

Thanks. Now can I have my controller back?

- No. - No.

Oh, man.

RO: Huh. The brat got one right.

What do you see?

ZETA: A laser-armed gate, seven guards, four bomb-sniffing drones.

And one high-voltage perimeter shield.

What did you expect, a welcome mat?

[PHONE RINGS]

De Fleures.

Boss, some kids were nosing around, asking about you.

The boys tried to take care of them, but somehow they got away.

- You idiot. - It wasn't my fault. But... But...

Yes, sir, we'll find them.

Aah!

Where is Roland De Fleures?

BUCKY: Some infiltration unit.

Can't even figure out how to crash a simple high-tech fortress.

- Quiet, I'm analyzing the data. - No wonder they needed a new model.

- Shut up. - Make me.

Shh. Look.

Dominique, does Mr. De Fleures know you're going out?

- Must my father know everything? - Well...

- Careful. She's trouble. - I know.

Oh, Zee, you're not really going to...

- Uh? - You two wait here.

- That was a short trip. - Forget something?

Oh, yes.

He's a friendly robot.

- What did you do that for? - Me?

- I told you she was trouble. - Dominique, wait.

Dominique.

DE FLEURES: Yes, chancellor, we received the payment this morning.

That's right, anti-armor missiles and micro-grenades.

You can expect delivery tomorrow. You have my personal guarantee.

[DOOR OPENS]

- Mr. De Fleures? - What...?

[GRUNTS]

How did you get in here?

Please listen. You've been targeted for assassination.

What else is new? And I suppose you've come to warn me?

Yes. A highly-advanced synthoid is on its way.

It can pose as anyone and will easily evade your security.

You should be proud, young man.

I've heard magnificent stories from men who were about to die...

but this one is the best.

[GASPS]

It's not a story.

IU7: Open the gate. Open the gate!

- I need to see the boss. - Is he expecting you?

Hardly.

[COUGHS]

- It's him, IU7. - Cool. Give me my controller.

Have you ever questioned when you became insane?

Come on, we have to warn Zee.

Mendes, why aren't you at your post?

Freeze.

I need backup.

[COUGHING]

[COUGHING]

What's that?

It's him. You have to trust me.

- Yes, help me. - Stay out of sight.

I'll try to lead him away.

IU7: Target identified.

Zee!

Roland De Fleures. Target acquired.

[GRUNTING]

[METAL GRINDING]

RO: Zee!

- Are you all right? - It's just a scratch.

Well done, my friend. I'm impressed.

- How much to buy a unit like you? - It's not over.

They'll send others after you. You have to turn yourself in.

Do you think this is the first time my life has been threatened?

- It's all part of the business. - The killing business?

I buy and I sell merchandise. What others do with it is up to them.

A real humanitarian.

Hmm. A few blown circuits, probably fried your memory...

but still worth a salvage.

I was gonna reprogram you anyway, use you to get a little respect back home.

IU7: Target reacquired.

Hey, it's not responding. Look out!

[GASPS]

[GRUNTS]

I thought I could control it. It must have an override program.

You think?

[PANTING]

No.

ZETA: Cancel target De Fleures. Input code alpha omicron 4.

IU7: Outdated input code. Disregard. Complete mission.

RO: Zee!

- You're the genius. Do something. - Right.

Are you nuts? We already know that won't work.

Trust me.

- I thought you needed a schematic. - Already had a truck by the same maker.

I break things a lot. Construction trucks show up.

Any other ideas?

Aah!

Huh.

- My stockpiles. RO: Run!

Get down.

[GRUNTS]

Awesome.

My life is over. Those weapons were already paid for.

When my clients hear I can't deliver, they're gonna kill me.

Perhaps you should reconsider turning yourself in.

Thank you for all your help, Bucky.

You kidding? I'm the one who messed everything up.

He doesn't kid. He's nuts, but he doesn't kid.

You really think I helped?

Cool. Hanging with you guys was kind of fun.

If you're ever in a jam again, let me know.

Oh, please. Let's hope we're never that desperate.

IU7: Resume mission. Must destroy target.

Error. Data files corrupted. Reconstructing memory.

Target identified.

Target Zeta.

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