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Come on, come on, let's go!

Roll that big one!

Come on!

All right, peanuts!

Come on, get your guns!

Freeze, vermin! This is a bust!

Go, go! Go!

You missed.

My turn.

Freeze!

One more load that won't hit the streets. Nice work.

My pleasure, sergeant.

Get them outta here.

- So? - Hey boss, what are you doing to me, man?

I'm down at the warehouse, I'm doing my job.

These cops have aligned your shipments. Like, maybe, you've got a rat inside or something, you know.

And maybe that rat is you.

Let me tell you something, my friend.

I am a poor simple businessman, trying to make his way in an alien land.

I need to have the respect of the people who depend on Reggie Braga for their hardware.

Man, I know you long time, Reggie. I didn't mouth to no cops, I swear.

I'm just a lookout.

Okay, look out for this.

What? Hey, hey, I didn't do nothing, man, it wasn't me. Come on, Reggie!

You wanted to scare me? It worked! Don't shove me, man, it ain't funny no more!

Reggie Braga's two rules for staying in business:

First, always have someone to blame.

And the second?

Always punish your enemies.

Go ahead and shock the flatline, then let's quit.

Okay, everybody clear!

Officer Alex Murphy shot to death in the line of duty.

Legally he's dead. We can pretty much do what we want.

There's a new guy in town. His name's Robocop.

Murphy, it is you.

Give us three minutes, and we'll give you the world.

This is Media-Break with Bo Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.

The stories we're watching at this hour: The president and first gentleman embarked on a good-will tour at Brooklyn.

Meteors bombard Southern California.

And cross-dressers demand their own national day.

Here at home, Rocky, police led by Robocop

seized another cash of illegal weapons from a Karioka (?) town warehouse

owned by reputed underworld boss Reggie Braga.

Mr. Braga denied any knowledge of the weapons,

although it was a ninth raid on his property this month.

I am a poor simple immigrant trying to make his way in an alien land.

"Underworld"...

What's that?

I'm in the nut business.

Up next: New medical reports say French fries are essential to your health!

Where is he? I hired a guy, I expect him to be here.

Wait, freeze it right there. I want Madigan to see this.

Okay, word on the street is Reggie Braga's

blaming everyone but his grandmother for his lost shipments.

Is that recorded from the v-phone?

I didn't know you could access a v-phone for surveillance.

Murphy's got a friend at the phone company.

I cannot reveal my source.

Say no more.

Watch this, the best is yet to come. Murph?

Hey, Magician, you can walk into the room like everybody else.

What the hell are you doing for me, eh?

I hired the best in the business. I want results.

- Ambitious plans take time. - I've got no time, the cops are killing me out there.

In a few days the OCP is unveiling their new interceptor for the law enforcement community.

Which means a hundred more cops out there! Are you loco?

I see it as a chance to make a statement.

Statements I don't need. What I need is those people out my back.

There's only one way.

I agree: Cut off the head, the body dies.

Then do it.

You could even switch to another phone. I'm impressed.

I'm importing a couple of hired guns, Schmidt and Wilson.

I got you. Why do I need them?

I need them. No extra charge.

Okay.

I'm counting on you, Magician.

The next shipment is a big one. The mother lode...

to guns and glory.

Mine!

That's it.

So who is this Magician?

- An assasin. - Well, that much I got: Cut off the head, the body dies.

Well, that means only one thing.

- The chairman of OCP. - They really think we'll back off if they hit the chairman?

- It would make that statement. - Well, let's hit them first.

For what, the v-phone tap?

However Murphy got it, it's inadmssible.

I want Braga's whole operation.

You heard what he said? The mother lode is on its way.

Madigan, you are the detective. Do an NCIC search on the Magician

and his hired guns, Schmidt and Wilson.

I'm on it.

Meanwhile, no let-up on Braga whatsoever!

All right kids, another one here.

Now, this little trick was shown to me by a farmer

who had a lot of work and not enough hands to do it,

so he had to make sure that he had enough free hands!

Thank you very much!

- You got a good audience. - And a tough one.

Children see what is, they don't look where you want them to.

Which, after all, is a magician's game.

Welcome to the Rabbit's Hat!

I was raised never to accept gifts from strangers.

Easily solved.

Adam Roland, at your service, madam!

Or is it mademoiselle?

Detective. Madigan, Metro South.

Ah, well, what can I do for you, detective Madigan Metro South?

Some information about magic. Or magicians, I'm not really sure.

Why don't we start with a demonstration?

No, no...

Nico! Soon-to-be the Amazing Nico.

Now, pull a card from your deck.

All right, don't show it to us.

Concentrate, very, very hard.

I have it. I have it.

I ha... have it...

right... here.

The queen of hearts.

Nico?

- Not bad. - Not bad? That was terrific!

But it's just a trick.

Exactly! Of no practical value whatsoever.

Which is why I intend to preserve it.

Well done, Nico. Carry on.

You see that smile on Nico's face? That's what it's about.

He's the future. And here...

behold the bast.

Thurston.

Blackstone.

Houdini.

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Ah... Milo the Magnificent.

In some ways...

the greatest of them all.

You really think the chairman will go for it?

Oh wow!

I mean, go for me?

I mean... I mean...

- You know what I mean. - He has no choice.

The VP of OCP Security Concepts has made his decision.

- But that's you! - Exactly.

The launch of the Mark 2 Turbo Interceptor is my show

and I need you.

- I've been reading up like you told me. - You'll be fine.

Thank you, Eddie.

That means so much.

Of course it does.

He's expecting me. Us.

Mr. Chairman, I'd like you to meet Tish Collier.

What?

Not now, Foster.

So, I'm to be a target, am I?

I suggest you cancel your appearance at the Interceptor launch.

What?

That is out of the question.

Isn't it, sir?

Of course it is. My God, security is our business, if we can't deal with this, what good are we?

Excellent point, sir.

Do I take it there has been some kind of threat?

- Why wasn't I informed, sergeant? - Security Concepts' memo 646:

The victim is to be notified directly of any threat to his life or property.

Memo? Whose memo was that?

Yours.

- Maybe you missed it. - I do not miss...

Never mind, Foster! Let's leave this to the people who know what they're doing.

But sir, I am...

- What's going on? - Not now, Miss Collier.

All right, this is what we got.

There are three potential assassins.

One is the planner, calls himself The Magician.

He's hired a hit team, sir, Schmidt and Wilson. They're the ones we've gotta concentrate on.

Welcome! This room has been reserved especially for you

but contents have been sanitized and inspected!

Missing or damaged items will be added to your bill. Check out all our...

What a dump!

You kidding? There's a condom machine in the bathroom.

So where's the stuff?

The Magician said it's under the bed. Let's take a look.

There it is.

And remember free ice and mints are available at the lobby!

Nice. The Magician thinks of everything.

Yeah, what a guy.

So, just who do we have to hit?

Top drawer, taped to the bottom.

Wow!

We gotta raise our rates, sweetheart.

Book these felons!

Possession of illegal firearms.

That source of yours just never dries up, does it?

Sources of information, powers of observation.

Two requisites of a good cop.

Amen to that.

Madigan, any luck with our assassins?

Oh, okay: Schmidt and Wilson are linked to a dozen contract hits.

NCIC's got no photos, no prints...

And they think one of them's a woman.

They think?

What about The Magician?

Well, I turned up this guy, Adam Roland, right? He's a real magician, or so he says...

and...

Madigan!

Was he of any help?

Well, he's got this old poster

of an illusionist named Milo Silvera called himself Milo the Magnificent. Worked right here in Detroit.

That's fascinating, Madigan, but...

But! In a costume that's a dead ringer for the same guy we saw at Reggie Braga's.

Get him in here.

That's the kicker. Silvera went down in a jumpliner crash 16 years ago.

You got all this from, what's his name... Roland?

Yep.

Then squeeze him!

- We're running out of time. - Sarge, come on!

I mean, this guy, he's a magician, I don't think that he's gonna...

Let me guess.

Recognize this?

You were so interested in Milo Silvera, I remembered after you left I had a robe from one of his costumes.

Thought I had the mask, too, but...

- Could you use this? - Yeah, that's great, thanks.

Actually, I want to talk to you about Silvera.

How about tonight?

Tonight?

Yeah, I was thinking, you know, if you were busy, we could, maybe...

have dinner.

And then we could talk.

Are you asking me out?

I guess I am.

What do you say?

Where?

Name it.

Do you know Antonio's bistro?

It's my favorite place.

- Okay, I'll meet you there. - Great!

Antonio... it's great.

Oh, what time are you off?

Eight o'clock.

Great.

What? What?

You see that, man?

It's like a vault in here.

That door is so strong, state of the art.

Hey, Joey, that's good. Are you positive the ammo's safe?

Robocop himself couldn't blast his way in here.

Believe it, man!

Thank you for dropping in.

Joey, speak to me!

Joey!

The problem today is that we know too much, everything's got an explanation.

I prefer wonder, illusion.

Thanks. Take this check, for instance.

Our sumptuous dinner,

reduced to a few sorted numbers

on a piece of paper. Now,

wouldn't it be great if you could just make it...

disappear?

I can see how magic could come in handy.

You have no idea.

I think I do.

So tell me about Silvera.

The poster showed him with a boy, was that his son?

M-hm. Jamie, I think, his name was. Oh, he was a strange kid.

He was part of the act, he was good, too. I saw this.

What do you mean, strange?

I don't know. Different from me, I guess, but then again,

I was just this kid from a downtown orphanage, what they now call Family Services.

What did I know?

Where's Jamie now?

He died with his father.

That's too bad.

Another avenue of investigation for (?) closed?

Must be serious.

It is. And I really have to go, so why don't we split the tab?

If I can find it.

Your left sleeve.

I'm a cop.

Seems to me that a cop more than most of people could use a little bit of a...

harmless magic in her life.

Why is that, because it's so tough and gritty out there?

Yeah, something like that.

I mean, don't you just wanna,

you know, cut loose, get away?

Sure, sometimes, but I resist it.

There's too much to do.

Anything else?

Just this.

- You saw it coming. - A mile away.

The chest armor is carboceramic laminate, titanium reinforced.

Beneath it is an array of microsensory circuits, you can check the manual for specs.

I will.

I definitely will.

Of course it's all very complicated.

But it does the job. Right, Lippencot?

You could say that.

- You getting all this? - Yes.

Oh... yes.

When you want a moment with those police types at the unveiling of the Interceptor,

you're gonna have to be up to speed, as it were.

Okay.

Thank you so much for your time, it's been...

fascinating.

Carry on, Lippencot.

Sorry to put you through that, Robo, Mr. Foster insisted.

He seems to think you're some kind of mindless insensitive... uh...

Machine?

I'm used to it.

Yeah.

I guess you are.

This is a squad room.

As you can see, Metro South is not one of our best running precincts.

- It looks busy. - Chaotic is the word.

I try and help, reorganize procedures, trying make things a little more civilized,

- but of course they resist. - The precinct performance record is excellent.

- I looked it up. - Pure luck.

- Excuse me! - My fault.

She's a detective. Can you believe it?

Really?

Have a nice time?

Yes, I did, actually.

We talked about Milo the Magnificent. Did you know he used to make his entrance in a bolt of lightning?

What do you think about that?

I think Mr. Roland knows an awful lot about this guy.

Well, that's the point, isn't it?

Wait a second, Sarge, what are you getting at?

This came in for you about an hour ago from data central.

Report that Milo Silvera's 14-year-old son was aboard the jumpliner's unconfirmed,

his body was not among those recovered.

So Jamie Silvera could be alive!

Seems like it.

What, you think Adam Roland...

Oh come on, Sarge, there's no way, he's the source, not a suspect!

Just remember, Madigan:

The Interceptor launch is tomorrow.

So Milo Silvera's son was never on that flight?

He was on the original passengers list, but his name was crossed off.

- They never recovered his body. - How about that?

If he is alive, he's changed his identity. There's no trace of him anywhere, I've checked.

Lisa, what's all this about?

All I can tell you is there's a bad guy out there somewhere who was a big fan of Milo the Magnificent.

- So you think... - I think I'd better find him.

You're going? I mean, I thought that... we could...

This is not a good night for me, okay?

Okay.

Remember though,

if this bad guy is into magic, his game is misdirection.

What you see is definitely not what you'll get.

I'll keep that in mind.

Oh, and...

Thanks, Adam.

Hello. Edward Foster, VP, OCP, SC.

Any problems here?

Well, thank you, and I believe we're all right.

Carl Gillen, Ed. This is Sheryl Polansky.

- We're with Securotech. - Ah, yes, Securotech!

One of our key Interceptor suppliers.

Glad you could make it.

Well, excuse me now, won't you? I'm gonna just mozy on over to the booth

and make sure everything's hunky-dory. - Of course.

And thanks again for your contribution to the wheels of tomorrow.

Right back at you, Ed.

He's a little anxious about our location here.

He thinks we might be too close to the dais.

Too close? That's where everyone wants to be.

The chairman's gonna be speaking there in just a few minutes.

In fact, I'll be making an introduction. Personally.

Well, I'll be looking forward to that.

Bye.

Who's she?

Securotech.

Fine outfit.

I never heard of them.

They only produced one of the Interceptor's most important components, the...

long-range audio detection unit.

Surprised you didn't know that.

If these people are as skilled as you suggest,

this vest isn't going to do much good.

We must take every precaution, Mr. Chairman.

The precaution I'm counting on, my boy...

is you.

As you'll soon see, the Interceptor Mark 2 comes with tinted

missile-resistant windows and fire-free finish.

And as for muscle, it can give you 0-100 kph in only 3.2 seconds.

- How's that for head-snapping thrust? - When do we see it in action?

Tomorrow. And Robocop himself will be here to put it through its paces.

You're all invited!

Thank you.

Excellent, Miss Collier.

You actually sound like you know what you're talking about.

Oh thank you, Eddie. You're always such a comfort.

So, how's the situation with the...

you know...

the chairman?

Nice to see you, really.

Now, the Securotech audio detection unit, ladies and gentlemen, is one highly versatile little bit of business.

It can be positioned virtually anywhere on the Interceptor:

At the grill, on the lightbar, even hand-held by the officer.

Now, if you care to have a closer look at it, you go right on ahead.

The time, dear.

All right. Let's do it.

Hello! Excuse me. Could you take me to the manual lighting room?

- Sure. - Thanks.

We've got some kind of electrical problem.

Excuse me, detective!

- I'm Tish Collier, I saw you at Metro South. - Right, is everything okay?

Well, that's just it.

I'm not sure.

The light just keeps blinking on and off, and the problem is assumed to be in the booth.

So, thought it might be here in the main.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I can have your attention, please.

Thank you. Thank you.

You are too kind.

It gives me more pleasure than I can say

to introduce to you the man I have had the good fortune to know

and respect,

more than respect. The chairman of Omni Consumer Products!

And with him, the pride of OCP Security Concepts:

Robocop.

We at Omni Consumer Products

are pleased and proud to welcome you all today to the unveiling

of a next generation

of law enforcement transport, the Mark 2 Turbo Interceptor.

You've been a busy girl.

Come on, come on!

So important, and profit margins...

The wheels of tomorrow!

Is this them?

Come on!

Stay where you are! Everything is under control!

All right, buddy! Get up! Get up!

How about that for a demonstration of night vision security action?

Let's give all the performers a great big hand, what do you say?

Schmidt and Wilson know as much about The Magician as we do.

- And you believe it, huh? - Yeah, I do. They feel like they were hung up to dry.

The Magician was supposed to back them up, only he didn't show up.

- Yet. - What do you mean, yet?

They had their shot at the chairman and they missed, and it was his last public appearance this month.

- I know, but... - But what?

In a magic show...

what the magician shows you... is what he wants you to see, right?

But...

what is really going on...

is happening someplace else, right? Adam showed me that.

Said I've got a real knack for it.

I'm glad police work is so much fun for you, Madigan, I really am.

Thank you, Sarge.

Yes!

Adam?

Anybody home?

Adam?

Can I help you?

Whoa, whoa, stop right there, no!

- Did I scare you? - What do you think?

I'm sorry, really.

- Where did you get that? - I found this stuffed away in an old trunk.

Amazing, isn't it?

So the voice box is built-in, it sounds the same no matter who's wearing it.

Exactly. Why?

Check this out.

- Take a look at the throat, what do you notice? - Notice, what do you mean?

- Wait a minute! - How many kids did Silvera have?

Just the one.

Ladies and gentlemen! The time has come!

OCP Security Concepts is proud to present

the new Mark 2 Turbo Interceptor,

driven by Robocop.

- I'm on pins and needles. - I'm pretty a bit myself.

Congratulations, Miss Collier, on a job well done.

Eddie, what's gotten into you? People can see.

- Who cares? - Eddie!

Oh my God!

To the mother lode!

And no more Robocop!

We got the guns, we got the girls,

we got the glory!

Drink up, boys, it's party time!

And to you...

Magician...

You're worth every penny.

Thank you.

Thank you, Reggie.

As a matter of fact, The Magician has made his final appearance.

It's an appropriate way for him to go out, don't you think?

Terminating the greatest crime fighter on the face of the planet.

The cops didn't know what hit him, they thought we were after the old man, just like you said they would!

They bought your set-up completely.

Please.

To Robocop! May he rest in pieces.

The party is over!

What?

Take it, boys!

Enough is enough, Braga!

- You broke my foot, robot! - You broke the law.

There you go! Hold it!

Come on, creep! Hands up!

So this is the famous Magician, huh?

Alias Jamie Silvera.

Son, or should I say daughter, of the late great Milo Silvera.

How could you possibly have known?

My father kept the secret all his life.

- Even altered my birth records. - But he couldn't alter Mother Nature.

The picture of you in the Milo the Magnificent poster's what did you in.

See, when we looked real close, we noticed something was missing.

An Adam's apple. 14-year-old boys have them, girls don't. Biology 101.

(?) Robocop. I saw him blow up!

Correction: You thought you saw him blow up.

The lnterceptor can operate on autopilot.

I escaped through a hatchway in the ramp.

I would've noticed that.

I guess you would've if your buddy Foster hadn't distracted you just at the right time.

In law enforcement we call that misdirection.

Foster!

- That fool! - Yeah, well, he sure fooled you.

Did he now?

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

- The Magician, where is she? - She's right over here, Sarge.

And now for my next trick...

Hey, hold it!

Now how the hell did you do that?

Well, it's like I told you, Sarge. When it comes to the art of magic...

I've got a knack for this stuff.

I guess I owe that boyfriend of yours an apology.

I guess you do. I'll be glad to pass it along for you.

What's going on here? Why wasn't I informed about this?

Who's responsible?

I am in charge here. Do you understand?

I provided the diversion.

None of this would've happened if it weren't for me!

We sent word.

Perhaps Mr. Foster neglected to read the memo.

- Oh, I don't believe that. - Neither do I.

Mr. Foster would never do a thing like that. Right, Foster?

Foster?

Was it something I said?