All language subtitles for RoboCop.2.1990.REMASTERED.1080p.BluRay.x265.10Bit.DD+5.1-Pahe.in_SDH

(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 Nuclear Power
Facility, has blown its stack,

irradiating the world's
largest rain forest.

Environmentalists
call it a disaster.

But, don't they always.

In national news,

Attorney General 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 help!

MAN: Nuke! Nuke!

(GRUNTING)

This station has just received the
following transmission from Cain,

convicted murderer
and leader of the Nuke cult.

People want paradise.

And they will have it.

FEMALE ANNOUNCER: The assassination
is the latest act of terrorism

by Cain, following
the fire-bombing

of a drug treatment clinic,
that left five dead last 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 salaries 40%
and canceled our pensions.

And now they refuse
to even talk to us.

God knows why,
but they want this strike.

(HISSING)

(BABY CRYING)

(WOMAN MUMBLING)

(CAR ENGINE REVVING)

(GASPING)

(CLAN KING)

What happened?

(CRYING)

Hmm.

Ooh, look what we got.

(LAUGHING)

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

Get up.

Hold him!

You put my eye
out, you bitches!

(GROANING)

Shut up, you fuckhead.

OW! You're breaking
my fucking arm.

Hurry!

(GROANING)

Look at this.
What a nasty man.

Night's made.

Let's pay Papa
and get us what we need.

Nuke me, baby.

(GRUNTING)

MAN: I'll kill you,
bitches!

I'll kill you!
He's up! Come on!

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

You're shit
with a timer, man.

Come on! Come on! Let's go!

MAN 1: (LAUGHS) I'll take
out an army with this shit!

Let's load it up and
get the hell out of here!

(COUGHING)

(GRUNTING)

Where's the bullets
for this gun, man, huh?

Third drawer, bottom.

(LAUGHING)

Wow!

MAN 2: (LAUGHS) We should
have brought a truck!

(LAUGHING)

I really like this gun, man.

So, just take it
and get out.

Thanks.

(GASPING)

(BULLETS CLANKING)

I don't believe this!

What?

It's the cops man.

Cops are on
strike, stupid.

Can't you hear that?

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

You see,
what did I tell you?

I'll fix him.

(SIREN DRONING)

(MAN 1 LAUGHING)

Did you see that?
We got him!

Beautiful. Come on,
man, let's move it.

No. One more.

(LAUGHING)

(GLASS TINKLING)

Nice shit, man.

Fucking cops.

(MEN LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING)

(DOOR CREAKING)

(WHIRRING)

(GRUNTING)

Peace officer.

Think it over, creep.

(GROANING)

Nuke.

It's not mine, man!

Where is it made?

It's not mine, man!
I told you, I'm clean.

OW! Ah!

Where is it made?

I don't know, man!

All I know
is where I get it!

(GROANING)

(COCKS GUN)

(SALSA MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

(MUFFLED EXCLAIMING)

(BABY CRYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Freeze.

Nobody move.

This is a bust.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(GUNS FIRING)

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

Ladies, stay down.

(GUN FIRING)

(BABY CRYING)

(HISSING)

(SPEAKING MANDARIN)

(SCREAMING)

(SIREN WAILING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GUN FIRING)

(KNOCKING)

MAN 1: Somebody!
Open the fridge, damn it!

MAN 2: Open the door,
come on.

(GRUNTING)

Can't shoot a kid,
can you, fucker?

(GUN COOKING)

(DISTORTED BEEPING)

(DISTORTED) "Can't
shoot a kid, can you?"

Throw it home, Dad!

(GUN FIRING)

(BUZZING)

(DISTORTED VOICE MUMBLES)

(BABY CRYING)

(WOMAN SPEAKING CANTONESE)

Shut up!

Drop it, or the
little shit's dead!

I'll blow its fucking
head off, man!

Lewis, hang it up.

(WOMAN SPEAKING CANTONESE)

(BABY CRYING)

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.

I'll kill it, man! I'll do it.
I'll fucking kill it.

We can't have that.

(GUN FIRING)

(GROANING)

(SPEAKING CANTONESE)

Nice shooting.

See you, Jimmy.

Hi. Hi, Mom.

(GIGGLING)

Don't do it!
No, stop! Stop it, Alex!

HOLZGANG: OCP
defines you as a machine

that utilizes
some living tissue.

You understand that.

Yes.

And so, uh, do you
consider yourself human?

I 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.
I'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?

I 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.

I am

a machine.

Nothing more.

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.

I 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.

It's cold.

They made this

to honor him.

No. I... No...

Your husband is dead.

I don't know you.

(CRYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

(INAUDIBLE)

Why is this happening?

(INAUDIBLE)

I thought all communications
systems were the same.

I tried to save
the company a few bucks.

It took two days to download
specs from Cleveland.

I lost the account.

(GUN FIRING)

(THUDDING)

MAYOR: It 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.

"In 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.

(STUTTERING) 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.

I'd advise you to say nothing
further. It might be actionable.

It's bullshit!

Bullshit, you senile
old bastard! It's bullshit!

All right, calm down. I think
we'd better get out of here.

I'm okay.
I'm calm.

Calm down. I think
we'd better leave.

Calm down.
Easy. Easy.

I'm okay.
I'm okay.

Fine. Good. Good.

I'm in control. Everything
is fine. It's okay.

Relax.

I'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 latest in
civilian-control technology...

I'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.

I want to see
some results.

JOHNSON: Yes, sir.
I'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.

In every way, an
improvement over the original.

It gives me great pleasure
to introduce to you,

Robocop 2.

(TRUMPETS BLOWING)

(HUMMING)

You are under arrest.

(ZAPPING)

Stop, or I'll shoot.

(WOMAN GROANS)

(VOICE DISTORTING)
Stop, or I'll 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.

I 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
Irish 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.

I 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) I've never met
anyone who wanted to be a robot.

Well, it would require
a screening process,

one I'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?

It 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: (CHANTING) ...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 CLAMORING)

Please,
one at a time.

That's the best
we can do.

Hello, ladies.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(TAUNTING) 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!

(HISSING)

(COUGHING)

(SIGHING)

(CLEARING THROAT)

Yeah.

GIRL 1: Hey! Hey!

GIRL 2: How're you doing, Hob?

(THE KID GOES WILD
PLAYING ON SPEAKER)

ROBOCOP: Hob.

That's him.

Thank you.

Nuke me.

HOB: Go ahead, take two.

There's plenty of Nuke
to go around.

I'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.
Well, I'll tell 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.

It's okay.

Give him something to
help him with his conscience.

(STUTTERING) Uh, no. That's
all right. I don't really want it.

Come on, Duffy.
I know you need it.

(SCOFFS)

The kid goes wild

Rebel alone
Heart of a stone

The kid goes wild

Isn't this a school day?

(ALL SHOUTING)

MAN: (SHOUTING) Cops!

(WHISPERING) Hey!

Shit.

(DOORKNOB CLATTERING)

Oh, no.

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

(GIRLS SCREAM)

Freeze!

Turn around.
Put your hands up.

(GUN FIRING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(ALL SCREAMING)

(GUN CLICKING)

Shit.

(GROANING)

(CHOKING)

Officer Duffy,
have a seat.

(GROANING)

(CHOKES)

You look a little
out of breath, bitch.

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

You've sold us out,
Officer Duffy.

What are you talking about?

Where is Cain?

I don't know any Cain.

(GROANS)

No!

Where is Cain?

I don't know!

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Where is Cain?

I told you.
I don't know!

(GRUNTING)

He pulled his pistol
And demanded his pay

(CHOKING)

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.

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING)

(BREAKS SQUEAKING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

(CLANGING)

Go.

(GUNS FIRING)

(CLINKING)

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

I don't blame you.

They program you

and you do it.

I will kill you.

Oh, you just tried.

And I forgive you.

(GROANING)

(CLANGING)

(YELPS)

(GRUNTING)

Why'd you stop?
You got it cracked.

I'm tired.

HOB: They say he's got
a brain, I wanna to see it.

You think it was me
that beat you?

It wasn't.

(SNIFFS)

It was this.

(CLICKING)

(HISSING)

(CHUCKLES)

(DRILLING)

CATZO: It's too tough.

Try here, at the joint.

(GRUNTING)

(DRILLING)

CATZO: (LAUGHS) Yeah!

Ha! Look at that!

(METAL GRINDING)

(DISTORTED) Hey,
come on, out it out.

How does it taste?

(SCREAMING)

MAN 1: What the hell
is going on?

MAN 2: Man,
just look at him.

(MECHANICAL HUMMING)

Christ,
he's been stripped.

(ELECTRONIC MOANING)

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.

It's...
It's electrical.

(SCOFFS) Bullshit.

I 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 micro shocks.

It's damn tricky.

He could be
going any time.

Move! Move!

What's happening in here?

GOP 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.

If you don't fix him,
it's murder.

Now, settle down, honey, I'm doin'
you people a favor just by talkin' to you.

You son of a bitch.

He's in hell.

Come on!

FEMALE OFFICER: Fix him.

We'll be in touch.

(ALL CLAMORING)

(DUFFY LAUGHING)

DUFFY: Oh, man,
you guys are the greatest.

Did you see their faces?

(LAUGHING) "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, I'm a minor.

Don't want to break any laws.

(LAUGHING)
Here, you take it.

God, I just
love you guys!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(GROANING)

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.

(GROANING)

Wait a minute? What...

Hey, Cain.

Hey, it's...
It's good to see you.

Thanks for
gettin' me out.

(GRUNTING)

I can't get up.

You noticed
that one.

(CHUCKLES) Look, Cain, I
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?

(CLAN KING)

Oh, shit!

Cain, Cain, come on.
Look, I'm begging you, man.

Look, I'll do anything.

(PANTING)

Okay. Oh, you're
kiddin', right?

Yeah, you're just kiddin'.
Oh, you're just scarin' me.

Oh, you taught me
a lesson, man.

(PANTING) I'd never
fuck with you.

(STUTTERS) Because I really
love you guys, I really, I really do.

Shut up.

Look, I've been loyal

I know shit that I 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?

(LAUGHING)

That's a good touch.
That's a good touch.

"Have the kid leave."

(LAUGHING)

"Have the kid leave." "Why?"

(DUFFY LAUGHING)

Come on, 'cause
this is just over.

Hey, come on, Cain. Come
on, man, what are you doin'?

No!

Oh, come on.

(SCREAMING)

(GRUNTING)

(GASPS) You said you were
just going to scare him!

Doesn't he look scared?

(GASPING)

(DUFFY SCREAMING)

I can't believe you're
even contemplating this.

It 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, I really think this is a
good place to start looking.

You're out of your mind.

Is that your
professional opinion?

Yes, goddamn it!
It 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.

I'm going to take this
directly to Johnson.

(BEEPING)

He's just been waiting for
an excuse to get you fired.

(SIGHS)

Good morning, sir.

I'm sorry to bother
you this early.

You seem agitated.

Well, frankly, I'm...
I'm shocked.

Mr. Schenk just called.

It seems Dr. Faxx has begun screening
candidates for the Robocop 2 project.

So I understand.

It'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.

It'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.

(CLINKING)

Fortunately,
I have found a way.

Yes, Miss Faxx and I have
already discussed it.

I know you'll help
to implement her ideas.

Of course, sir.
Whatever I can do.

Anything else?

FAXX: Coffee?

Uh, no, thank you.

Don't forget your shoes
on the way out.

(ALARM BEEPING)

(MECHANICAL GRUNTING)

He's my patient. He's critical.
I'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.

I 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.

It's time to update
the program,

and I would like to hear
from each one of you.

WOMAN: (WHISPERING)
It's about time they asked us.

Well, we're getting
a lot of heat,

and I mean a lot of it,
from the parent's groups

and personally, I don't blame
them. I'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.

If 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,

I'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.

It's no good. The
program isn't uploading.

He's resisting.

There's too much data.

No. It's him.
Leave him to me.

I can't, it's not
going to work!

You're wasting
valuable time.

Don't resist this.

Let me up.

I 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.

It'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?

(TYPING)

Respond.

I am Officer Alex Murphy.

Detroit Police Department.

That won't do.

What are you?

Robocop.

Crime Prevention Unit, OCP.

Better. Much better.

I type it. You think it.

You type it. I think it.

What a wonderful
opportunity you represent.

Psychotherapy,
it's such a...

It's a slow,
clumsy practice,

but with you
this is so simple,

direct.

(TYPING)

You know, you're
really very lucky.

We can do in moments,
with you,

what would take years
with a human patient.

I'm really very lucky.

You're free.
You're free from doubt,

free from having
to make painful choices.

I am free.

He's ready.

(BEEPING)

Uploading command program.

I am so glad we had
this chance to dialog.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Look at you, it's like
you're brand new.

Thank you,
thank you.

You really had us
worried there, Murphy.

I'm touched.

Get this guy.

(ALL LAUGHING)

He's touched.

That's enough all of you
back to your posts, come on.

Let's go!

How're you feelin', Murphy?

I'm just fine, Warren,
thank you for asking.

Let's get you downstairs.

I want to see if those
amateurs at OCP screwed up.

Pity.

It's a beautiful morning.

Shame to waste it.

Ready for duty, partner?

You betcha.
Let's go.

Nothing I'd rather do.

He's sounds terrific.

Something's wrong.

(GLASS SHATTERING)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING)

(MAN CHATTERING ON TV)

(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

Harder!

(SIREN WAILING)

It's Robo!

Everybody out the back door!

Get out!

(GUN FIRING)

BOY: It's locked!
GIRL: It won't open!

Murph, wake up, will ya?

Good morning.

LEWIS: Come on,
take him out.

Robo.

I think we should talk.

What's with you, Murph?

Where'd they go?

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.

I'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...

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

We all have to work...

I haven't finished.

Hit the gas, Murphy.

The posted limit is 35.

We should set
an example, Anne.

Your hair looks
lovely that way.

It's OCP. They did
something to you.

I'm fine.

(SIGHS)

Isn't the moon
wonderful tonight?

It's still daytime.

It's the thought
that counts.

Oh, Jesus. We're heading back
to the station, that's all there is to it.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

CHILDREN: 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!

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Bad language makes
for bad feelings.

You're nuts!

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Murphy, come on.
Let's go.

Come on.

(CHILDREN CHANTING)

Back!

(GASPING)

Thank you for not smoking.

WOMAN: Well,
there it is. It's OCP.

They screwed him up.

He must be going
out of his mind.

It'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: It can't be done.
Not with this equipment.

Are you saying there's
no way? I 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.

It would probably
kill him.

No!

No!

MALE OFFICER 1:
I'll get some help!

(SIZZLING)

(THUDDING)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

Get him inside!

MALE OFFICER 2:
Come on! Move it!

MALE OFFICER 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 OFFICER 4:
He weighs a ton.

MALE OFFICER 5:
Yeah. He sure does.

(ALL GRUNTING)

That's it!

For all he's
been through.

MALE OFFICER 5:
Get out of the way!

MALE OFFICER 6: Move out!

You think he's alive?

MALE OFFICER 5: I
don't know. He's pretty hot.

Put me down.

Put him down now.

MALE OFFICER 5: All 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.

CAIN: 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.

I think it's ready, sir.

Thank you, Frank.

(HISSING)

(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.

(INHALING)

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

Hey, cops!
Huh? What?

Cops!

And they ain't carryin'
no picket signs!

They going to kick
somebody's ass!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(POLICE OFFICERS CHATTERING)

MALE OFFICER 1: Let's go!

(GROANS)

(GUNS FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

Give me your hand,
goddamn it!

Get down.

(GROANS)

MALE OFFICER 2:
Watch behind!

MALE OFFICER 3:
Get him in the back.

(GROANING)

(GROANS)

Nice.

(EXCLAIMING)

(ALARM BEEPING)

Fuck! Run!

Get out!

Bomb! Get down!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

MAN: You son of a bitch!

(METALLIC CLANGING)

(ENGINES REVVING)

(SCREAMS)

(INAUDIBLE)

(TIRE SQUEALING)

(ENGINES REVVING)

(CAIN GRUNTING)

$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 trial.

They say 20 seconds
in the California sunshine

is too much these days,

ever since we lost
the ozone layer.

But that was before
Sunblock 5000.

Just apply a pint
to your body

and you're good
for hours.

See you by the pool.

FEMALE NARRATOR:
Sunblock 5000.

Protection for the new age.

FAXX: Subject is
violently antisocial,

given to delusions
of god hood,

and is hopelessly
addicted to narcotics,

which offers us a simple and infallible
method of ensuring his obedience.

Hmm.

You're perfect.

And I must have you.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

What the hell
are you talking about?

It's like you
don't even care.

Just do what I say, Angie!

He'd want us
to come for him!

Look! Just forget about it
'cause it's not gonna happen!

I'm through
arguing with you!

And I'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.

(PANTING)

Damn it, Hob,
you know that's not fair.

Now, come on.

It's been a bad time.

Sure has.
You're really hurting.

Yes, so I'm hurting.

You're gonna get
the shakes soon, Angie.

You got it bad.

You little bastard.

You just do what I tell
you from now on, Angie.

(HISSING)

Start the motor and drive.

(CRYING) He'll kill you.

He'll kill us both.

Fuck him.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Oh, you're a mess.

I 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)
It's Faxx.

I'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.

(GASPING)

(MONITOR FLATLINING)

SURGEON: Come on,
come on. Let's move it.

We've only got
five minutes.

Lock it up.

NURSE: I've got
things set up.

Okay, temperature?

Optimum.

Move the screen
in a little closer.

I can't read it.

How'd we get
this one?

Well, Faxx found him.

(CHUCKLES)

He volunteered.

Volunteered?

(SCOFFS) Big-hearted guy.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. It's not
the heart we're after, though.

Here we go.

Mmm. Speaking of
hearts, how's Eileen?

Christ! Does
everybody know?

(WHIRRING)

(DRILLING)

(SKULL CRACKING)

All right,
hold your breath.

(CRACKING)

And showtime.

It's nice and clean in here.
There's no damage.

Well,

here we go.

Easy...

(SLUSHING)

NURSE: We got it.

Here it comes.

Thing of beauty.

SURGEON: Excellent.

I don't know about the
rest of you, but I'm hungry.

(BEEPING)

(WATER BUBBLING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(BORN TO BE WILD PLAYING)

Thank you!
Thank you!

Yes! Yes!
"Spider Baby" Stalinski!

He's come out for Detroit
and now you come out for him.

The lines are open.
Waiting for your pledge.

If you want
honest government,

government that
works for you,

I'm asking you to dig deep
into your pockets.

(SLURPING)

I'm asking you to give

whatever you can spare!

Where does
that put us, Gilly?

(FANFARE PLAYING)

(PHONE RINGING)

Hi. Yes, ma 'am.

Hello! This is Mayor Kuzak.

Could you turn down
your set, please?

Your Honor,

I have some very
good news for you.

I think

the city is saved.

Now,

you listen
very carefully.

COUNCILMAN: 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.

If the city can pay,

we'll be humiliated.

I think it's worse
than that, sir.

We shifted 80%
of our liquid resources

to the Urban
Pacification Plan.

If we can't foreclose, public
confidence in GOP will plummet,

so will our stock.

Sir, if I may?

There's another option.

We certainly have
the surveillance capabilities

to follow the mayor.

It all depends on how far
we're willing to go.

If anything went wrong...

As I 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!

(GRUNTING)

Schenk, check your
blood pressure.

You can get me fired
if you want to.

You are not bringing
illegal drugs into my lab!

I will do worse
than get you fired.

Now leave me alone.

(ROARING)

(SIGHING)

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.

I need you to do
something for me first.

Then the pain stops.

Good boy.

(ENGINE REVVING)

I don't like this.

I think we better get
out of here while we can.

I know what I'm doing.

If you have any cash, now's
the time to put it in your shorts.

That's just plain rude.

I wonder if any of you
could help me?

I'm looking
for a Mr. Hob.

So,

how much you need?

Money, I mean.

(STUTTERS) Well, our
current debt to GOP is, uh...

Bob?

$37,480,911.

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.

(WHISPERING) For God's sake,
Marv, these people are criminals!

Why do you have
to label people?

I hate labels!

You shut up.

(POUNDING)

(MECHANICAL HUMMING)

But we cannot capitulate
in the war on crime.

I'd be voted
out of office.

And I don't think
anyone wants that.

War on crime's
fine with us.

It's business
we're talking' about here.

Do you have any idea
how many people we employ?

You know, I...

I never thought
about Her 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.

(MECHANICAL HUMMING)

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.

(HISSING)

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?

(CHUCKLING) Yeah,
he's got a point.

(CLANGING)

What the hell is that?

(METALLIC RATTLING)

MAYOR: Get out!
Get out!

(MAN CHATTERING)

(ANGIE SCREAMING)

(FOOTSTEPS POUNDING)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANING) Marv.

(SHUSHING)

(MECHANICAL HUMMING)

(EXCLAIMING)

(YELPING)

(GASPS)

(GROWLS)

Cain!

Oh, wow!

You look great.

(GROWLS)

(MOANS)

(CHUCKLING) Ooh.

It'll take some
getting used to, but...

It'll be great, Cain.

(ROARS)

(BONES CRACKING)

(FOOTSTEPS POUNDING)

(SCREAMING)

(COUGHS)

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

(HOB GROANING)

(GASPS)

Lie still.

I'm cold.

You are going into shock.

I will call for
a medical emergency unit.

Wait. No.

Don't leave me.

I won't leave you.

Who did this?

It was big,
bigger than you.

It was Cain.

I'm gonna die.

You know what that's
like, don't you?

It really sucks.

Yes.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(CAMERA CLICKING)

CASEY: 13 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, I said,
I have no comments!

Now no comments
on these allegations.

These were men who served
this city tirelessly.

However, I make a promise
to the people of Detroit City,

that no effort will be spared
to investigate this thoroughly.

But Mr. Mayor...

(REPORTERS CHATTERING)

I'm sorry,

no more questions.

CASEY: Our own Mayor Kuzak.

Now let's go
live to Jess.

JESS: And here it is,
the Civic Centrum,

OCP's 100-story gift
to the Motor City.

While 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 will make good on its promise

of a better life
in Detroit.

Press.
Sorry, folks.

Media only.
TV and press only.

You'll have to step back.

(SIRENS WAILING)

(REPORTERS CHATTERING)

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?

I'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 troubled
city of Detroit

will join in a bold
new venture.

Now, I'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.

(WHIRRING)

(FANFARE PLAYING)

(ALL APPLAUDING)

My friends, welcome to
our city as it should be.

And as it will be
in the hands

of responsible
private enterprise.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

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 CLAMORING)

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 law 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,

I give you Robocop 2.

(ALL MURMURING)

Bastards. Maniacs!

What's the matter?

I can't believe it.
It was them. They sent it.

Sent what?

Nothing.

OLD MAN: There's going to be
a big call for this unit.

And we'll make him
right here in Detroit.

That means jobs
we can all be proud of

and make "Made in America"
mean something again.

(PEOPLE APPLAUDING)

This single container holds
enough Nuke to addict a city block.

Hundred of these
are produced every day

and sent to sweatshops where
urban slaves prepare this poison

for our friends, our
loved ones, our children.

Now, I 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 APPLAUDING)

Uh, yes.

Things will be a lot
quieter with this boy around.

(ALL LAUGHING)

What's wrong with him?

Oh, it's nothing,
it's nothing at all.

OLD MAN: Turn him off.

I can't.

Cain, let's step outside.

You! Get out of here!
You're obsolete!

That thing is a killer!

It's not even armed.
It's harmless.

It's a killer,
and I saw it!

(BEEPING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Get out of here. Now!

Let me... No! No!

(GROANING)

Behave yourselves!

(SIRENS WAILING)

What's the deal here?

Christ knows. It sounds like
there's a war going on in there.

You're coming
with me, Cain.

(GRUNTING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(METALLIC CLANKING)

(RUMBLING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

MALE REPORTER 1:
There he is!

FEMALE REPORTER: Come on!

MALE REPORTER 2:
Over here!

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Are you jealous... Are you
jealous of the replacement?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

This could look bad
for GOP, Johnson.

Scramble the best
spin team we have.

FEMALE OFFICER: Hustle,
hustle, hustle out!

Hustle, hustle, hustle out!

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SCREAMS)

131132323:.

(GROANS)

(BOTH SCREAM)

MALE OFFICER 1:
Ammo! Ammo! Ammo!

MALE OFFICER 2: Move back!
Move back! Everybody get out of here.

Get down!

Get out!

Hold your fire!
Hold your fire, damn it!

(SIRENS WAILING)

All right, let's get
him out of here.

(CRYING)

MAN 1: Watch his neck.
He's hurt bad.

Easy. Easy.

Shit!

I gotta get back.

MAN 2: Move it back!
Move it back!

MAN 3: Let's get out of here.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(PEOPLE CLAMORING)

Let's give him
what he wants.

(BEEPING)

(CRACKLING)

(DISTORTED GROWLING)

(STATIC BUZZING)

Goodbye.

(STATIC BUZZING)

(DISTORTED SCREAM)

(ELECTRIC BUZZING)

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.

It'll be a feeding frenzy.

It'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, I know I can find it.

She did choose
the brain, sir.

Good thinking.

(WHISPERS) Sir.

Thank God
you're all right.

I was so worried. I thought
it was gonna hurt you.

Now, now, it's over.
It's all over.

(CRYING) I 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.

(SIRENS WAILING)

Just look at what they've
done. They are criminals.

OCP won't own
this city for long.

And I'll see to that.

I will take it to the streets,
I will take it to the people.

If 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 CHATTERING)

FEMALE REPORTER 2:
Give us a statement, sir!

MALE REPORTER 2: Sir, we
have dozens dead. This is an atrocity.

Is 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?

LEWIS: That son of a bitch,
he's getting away with it.

We can't even touch him.

Patience, Lewis.

We're only human.

(METALLIC SQUEAKING)