All language subtitles for RoboCop (The Series) - Ep. 19 - Nano

- Oh no, man!
- End of the line...

man.

- For your girlfriend, Cleveland?
- So I'm a romantic.

How did you crack that jewel
without tripping the alarm?

Just read me my rights and call my lawyer.
I ain't talking to you.

Fine by me. I went off duty 5
minutes ago, he's all yours, Robo!

Good.

Hey, you can't do this!

Don't leave me here with this...
thing! Hey, listen!

I've got a pacemaker.

Okay, talk to me, Cleveland!

Start with how you're nowhere near smart
enough to pull off a job this slick.

Okay, I'll talk...

- But I think you would like me on the ground.
- Okay, Robo, put him down.

- Easy, easy, I don't like heights.
- Who is your boss?

It's always the human
element that lets you down.

Too bad. This haul would've
bought us the Augur-15.

Okay, okay. This really
weird guy I hired.

- Weird?
- Yeah, you know, not like a normal crook, this guy's straight, wears the suit and everything.

- What are you going to do?
- First rule of accounting management, Feldston:

Cut your losses.

Hey, give me my bus!
That's my bus!

Come on!

Come on, come on!

I'm okay, Murphy. I'm
okay, it doesn't hurt.

I don't feel anything.

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.

How is she, doctor?

Even if she wakes up, the damage to
her neck and spine is irreparable.

Dear God!

I want to know what happened.

So do I.

Nanomachines programed
and dispatched.

Nanomachines' clinical trial
simulation under way.

Okay.

We're going in.

Nanomachines on route to retina.

Let's take a closer look.

Surgical program initiated.

Nanomachines now performing
cone reconstruction.

Cone reconstructive
surgery complete.

Surrounding tissue
damage: 0.002%.

Color vision restored.

Feldston! Meet the new
help, Tom and Jerry.

- Hi!
- Hi.

Delta City Bank.

- Well, learn the layout, it's first job.
- You want us to knock over Delta City Bank?

Nobody's ever done that before.

They didn't have the benefit
of a superior technology.

Right, Feldston?

Program these to disable the vault
door, front door and alarms.

And one for the
safety deposit boxes.

- What are those things?
- The ticket to unimaginable wealth.

Inside that liquid there are thousands
and thousands of nanomachines.

Submicroscopic robots that are programed to
perform any mechanical or electronic task.

The money we get from this job
will help buy the Augur-15.

Then we'll have the
computing power

- to finally realize our dream.
- Your dream, Finch.

- I'm a prisoner working under protest.
- Oh, stop your whining.

Admit it, you've made more advances
working for me in the last six months

than you ever would've working
at the IRS workhouse.

These non-specific disruptors
alone are worth a Nobel prize.

But they're just toys compared to what
you'd be able to do with the Augur-15.

You, gentlemen, are standing on a
leading edge of a criminal technology.

With my help, you're gonna commit
crimes you never thought possible.

- How's Lisa?
- She was badly injured in the accident.

Accident, my foot! Something
put that bus out of control.

Here, look!

Now I tapped into
forensics lab data bank.

They found this tiny armor-piercing
needle in the bus grill.

There seems to be some kind of residue in the
barrel. I'm running a molecular scan on it now.

It seems to be some new
kind of colloidal medium.

I haven't been able to
identify it yet, but I will.

- That is forensics' job.
- I don't care.

I wanna help to find
whoever did this to Lisa.

- I want them to pay.
- They will.

To the full extent of the law.

Wait here while I
make the deposit.

- What do you think, Tom?
- I still think he's an amateur.

Gracie.

Hey, Murphy... Who won?

We did.

I remember a bus.

There was a crash.

Murphy, what happened?

Murphy, what happened?

I can't move.

How come I can't feel
anything, Murphy?

Oh God, no, please tell
me this isn't happening!

I can't feel anything!

Oh God, please tell this is a dream,
I'm gonna wake up in a second!

Oh God, no, Murphy!

Murphy!

All right, it's time. Go.

Tom, let me out!

Stupid cage.

He expects us to just walk in?

I told you, he's an amateur.

- You still think he's an amateur, Tom?
- I stand corrected, Jerry.

Beta-1, Beta-1, stand by for
uplink to sergeant Parks.

- Robocop, come in.
- Go ahead, sergeant.

I put a special scan on the city alarm
grid because of all these weird robberies.

We're showing a blank spot right
now at the Delta City Bank.

- Check it out, will you?
- Yes, sir.

Hands in the air!

Hey, what are you doing? Come on, pull
me in! I can't get rid of the cop!

What are you doing at the scene
of the crime, Lippencott?

- Did you transfer to forensics without my knowledge?
- No, I'm just lending a hand, sergeant.

Now, this looks like the same colloidal medium
residue from that needle the lab dug out of the bus.

- I also found some in the engine of the Robo cruiser.
- What's it used for?

That's what I'll find out, if
I can crack a molecular code.

I guess it can't hurt. Just keep
forensics up to date. And me.

The residue is found in box 666.

The bank records show it is
rented to a Howard K. Smith.

That'd be an alias. Look
at the description.

The bank security camera
should have a photo of him.

- Not bad, Charlie.
- Oh... thanks.

I will run a scan of the
bank's photo records.

Here's the Augur-15. Where
do you want this, Mr. Finch?

Right there, Jerry.

Tom's on the phone, he
wants to talk to you.

Take a look at it, Feldston.

- Hey, how are you doing, buddy?
- I'm feeling lousy, Jerry.

They've put that tagger out of me, and
my butt's gonna look like a waffle.

No cut, no strut, Tom.

Hey, listen, with that chip beeping inside
you you're a walkie-talkie for the cops.

- So you'll be better sitting this one out.
- Don't say sit, okay?

Sorry.

It's beautiful.

I could take us to
the Moon with this.

Finally, a spark of enthusiasm.

We don't want the
Moon, no-no-no.

Just some nanomachines programed to
take out the entire city's alarm grid.

Robo! I finally got a lock
on that colloidal medium.

Now, it matches one patented
by the IRS last year.

It was designed to pack and transport
nanomachines. You know, microscopic robots.

Well, somebody's programing
them to commit crimes.

- Does the patent name the inventor?
- Funny you should ask.

These three hold patents
on nano research.

- This guy specialized in the development of the colloidal medium.
- Edward Feldston.

Last known address - the IRS
workhouse in Des Moines.

He was working out back taxes by
developing nanomachine research.

Until he was broken
out six months ago.

And who was the arresting IRS
agent on Feldston's case?

Dennis Finch, IRS chief auditor.
President's medal, forensic accounting,

two citations for
outstanding asset seizure.

Quit a year ago, started his own business, Finch
Financial Services on Booker street near Washington.

I have seen him before.

Great. Great, looks
like we got a suspect.

- Now all we have to do is nail the creep.
- No.

More evidence is needed for
a successful prosecution.

Stakeout? Please, let
me in on that, Robo!

- I wanna bust this guy so bad!
- Your value is better served here.

But thank you, Charlie.

Well, anything you need, just holler!
Anything!

These are the fiber-optic conduits leading
into the Public Works building and Metronet.

That's your access point.
Release the nanomachines there,

- next to the fiber-optic conduits.
- How long will it take them to reach Neurobrain?

60 minutes. By the end they'll have
deactivated the diligence system.

Which monitors every
alarm in Delta City.

Brilliant.

Thanks to you, the dream of
my professional lifetime

- will finally bear fruit.
- Just what are you going to steal?

Pocket change, Feldston.

That's all. Just pocket change.

When you're done, release
these back into Metronet.

- They'll repair the system.
- Why bother?

With the diligence system down, Metronet
will ignore every alarm in the city.

You think I want
that on my head?

Mr. Finch, that Robocop's
got the place staked out!

I know that, Jerry, he's been
out there for hours now.

- I've already arranged the transfer of our assets out of here.
- How are we gonna get past the robot?

With the help of your friend.

Tag ID number 8734.

Robocop, Delta City Bank
incident, 17th July.

You did it, Tom! We're clear!

What did I tell you? They haven't made
a robot yet that can outdrive me.

Damn, end of the line, Jerry!
Old bucket butt's got me.

We'll have you out of this trip
before you know it. Just hang tough!

You will take care of Tom, right, Mr.
Finch?

You can count on it, Jerry.

What's the problem, officer?

You were exceeding the posted
speed limit by 50 miles per hour.

Oh, a speedometer
must be busted.

You are also wanted in connection with a
bank robbery. Please step out of the car.

Get away from the car, now!

- What happened?
- It looks like you've been fired.

Only a few minutes. Please.

- How are you feeling?
- Oh, never better.

Sorry, Murphy.

Being stuck in these contraptions made
me think about what you must go through.

God, how'd you do it?

How am I gonna do it?

Come on, Murphy,
let's take them!

When there's purpose
to your life,

that question will
always find an answer.

In one hour, payday.

Hey... Wow.

Beta-1, Beta-1, stand by for
uplink to sergeant Parks.

Robo, Tom rolled over. Finch has a
fallback hideout at 3242 Eastern avenue.

I'm rolling.

Thank God you're here!

Edward Feldston! You
are under arrest.

On IRS escape warrant 7653 and
for suspicion of robbery.

I'm not part of this!
It's Dennis Finch!

He made me do it!

Tell me everything.

That's where Finch
introduced the nanomachines.

They should've reached Metronet by now
and shut down the diligence system.

Every police and fire alarm in the city
will be turned off, it'll cause havoc!

Can the damage to
Metronet be repaired?

I programed another vial to reverse
the effect but Finch has it.

And this whole thing
was his idea.

My nanomachines were meant to be
medical tools, not commit crimes.

Medical tools?

What is Finch's target?

All he said was it's the
culmination of his life's work and

something about pocket change.

Pocket change.

Dennis Finch, IRS chief auditor.
President's medal, forensic accounting,

two citations for
outstanding asset seizure.

What was that, Robo?

Where would assets seized
by the IRS be stored?

When I was at the
workhouse I heard that

all assets seized in the Midwest are
stored in a special vault on Hoover road.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Come on, everybody!
It's party time!

- What about guards?
- Laid off during the last federal cutbacks.

Vault security is
totally automated.

- What is all this?
- Seized assets.

Let it be a lesson to you:
Always pay your taxes.

- Just exactly what are we taking outta here?
- My life's work is what,

twelve years of audits, inspections,
pouring over tax returns,

endless testimony
watching the rich squirm

while I seize their
priceless treasures.

- What treasures?
- Lot 14-112.

- What are you doing?
- Rare coins, my friend.

The brasher doubloon minted
in 1787, just one of many

worth 2 million dollars anywhere
in the world, no questions asked.

The Claudius Albinus
aureus struck in 193 AD.

800 thousand dollars on the black market.
Oh, the list goes on and on.

Open it.

This...

is the beauty that
started my dream.

The lost 200 mohur piece,
treated for emperor Shah Jahan.

70 ounces of pure gold. The
only one in existence.

Man, you really know
your coins, don't you?

Half of lifetime spent coveting other
people's wealth will do that to you.

Dennis Finch! You
are under arrest!

I don't think so.

Don't touch that! Do you know
how much that's worth? Come on!

Jerry, quick!

Take the case!

Hey! Hey, let me in!

You... you amateur!

I don't believe this!

Damn!

Drop the gun, loser.
You're busted.

Never trust an amateur.

Up first in local news:
Sporadic power blackouts

are causing traffic jams and mass
communication failures throughout the city.

And in what may be a related story,
trading on the stock exchange was halted

when the bigboard started
running quotes from Lord Byron.

A poet, I believe, Bo.

Could be, Rocky.

- In other news...
- Shut up, Bo! No news is good news.

Lighten up, people,
life's a party!

Just as good old Commander Cash!

- Hey, Bobby, why the long face?
- My dog died.

- I gotta bury him.
- Well, put those sad goodbyes on ice

- with the DT-2000 home cryogenic unit!
- Barky!

And for the old folks

there's the DT-4000, made with
grandma and grandpa in mind!

Makes them an attractive coffee table
and keeps those... (?) cold too!

- So, never say goodbye!
- When you can say hello

to home cryogenic!

Diana, respond.

Hey, big guy! How'd you
like the cartoons?

Care for a virtual martini?

You are not yourself. I'm
on my way to repair you.

Does anything look broken?

You have suffered damage
to your diligence system.

Hey, Alex! Why don't you
spike into Metronet?

You, me, cyberspace...

Could be special.

- Try to control yourself, Diana.
- Okay, play hard-to-get.

It's okay, hon. (Or "so can I"?)

I love classical music!

What the...

What's going on?

There is no reason for alarm.
Hospital generators are now online.

They've got 20 minutes of
fuel for the auxiliaries.

Power should be
back before then.

Most excitement
I've had all day.

I hear you knocking but you can't come in!
Boom-boom-boom-boom!

Oh, you are ruining a perfectly
good night on the town, Alex.

Come on, let's dance!

- I hated disco.
- Nice shooting, partner!

You don't know what
you're doing, Diana.

No? Oh, watch this!

You are a pushy guy, Alex.

What's your problem? Can a
girl have a little fun?

Madigan!

What's happening?

Sarge!

- They've lost all power!
- What do we do?

Gadget, go get the nurse!

Activate MetroNav.

I want an indirect easterly
route out of Detroit.

No highways or main
roads, no toll booths.

Plotting route. Drive
north 1.4 miles,

turn right on Brewer avenue.

This navigational program brought
to you by Grady's Autoglass,

specialists in
ballistics damage.

Oh, Alex, you're
such a party-pooper.

You cannot have power without
responsibility, Diana.

You are ignoring the emergency.

Madigan is in danger.

- Hang in there, Madigan, hang in!
- Is she gonna be okay?

Sure she is, honey,
she's gotta be.

You will feel better soon.

No, I won't. I'll feel normal.

There is not a joy
the world can give

like that it takes...

away.

Hey! No!

No!

Oh my! What have I done?

The power is down at
OCP Omni Mediplex.

Not for long.

Did I miss anything?

Lisa, don't ever do it again!

I'll try not to, kiddo.

- Lisa's all right.
- I must apprehend Dennis Finch.

- Can you help me locate him?
- Yeah, just give me a couple seconds to clean up this mess.

Thank you, Diana.

It's nice to have you back.

I got Finch. He's using MetroNav
to plot a getaway route.

But photoradar nailed him
eastbound on Brewer.

- Thank heaven for zero tolerance.
- I will intercept.

Don't bother. He'll be at Jane
and Burrows in 10 minutes.

How do you know?

Count on it.

Give me route updates.

Continue 2 miles east,

turn south on Jane street.

Wha...

You have reached the
end of your journey.

This navigational program
brought to you by... Robocop.

Sucker!

Dennis Finch, you
are under arrest!

- Please step out of the vehicle!
- You step out of the way, helmet head!

I repeat, turn off your
engine and exit the vehicle!

In your dreams, tin man!

Can't back out of
this one, Finch.

Damn!

That was your final warning!

Come on, let me out!

And this one is for Madigan.

Thank you for your cooperation.

Here we see actual microscopic footage of
the revolutionary battle machines at work

repairing a human spine.

That's astounding, Rocky, the
latest in surgical techniques.

It's the robots crawling
inside your body.

Oh, I don't even
like needles, Bo.

And, finally, a look
at Lisa Madigan,

a brave police detective who is the first
experimental patient of nanosurgery.

Seen here with Edward
Feldston, who designed the...

- Play it back again!
- Oh come on, guys, not again!

We got a sniper on the roof,
243 Clementine boulevard!

Let's go, Robo, snipers
I can deal with.

Once a cop, always a cop.
Right, Madigan?

Right, partner.