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You know, too much TV can be detrimental to your health.

- Yeah? You think so? - Didn't do him much good.

So... what's up, doc?

This is Madigan, give me sergeant Parks, we've got another one.

Mallardo told Madigan there's a break in the Security Concepts.

- Tonight? - That's what the man told Madigan, and he hasn't been wrong yet.

- We're rolling backup. - Roger.

Let's see what the boss is doing.

- Everything looks good? - Yeah.

Toy department.

It's a fire sale, boys! Everything! Go!

Careful.

- Boss! - Yeah?

I thought you should know, Robocop's heading your way.

Got it, Shorty!

Freeze! You are under arrest!

Shake it off.

Okay, round these jokers up. Nice work.

Got them all?

Not quite.

It's a junk shop in here.

Wait here.

Hold it right there, Morgan!

Hey, tin man,

think you're unstoppable? Stop this!

Grenade!

Murphy!

You all right?

Murphy!

- I have been better. - Madigan!

- In here! - Is everything okay?

Yeah, we're fine.

- What happened? - Murphy took a grenade, it was Pudface Morgan.

- Murph, isn't this place... - Yes.

My replacement parts are resupplied from here.

What did Morgan have in mind? Fighting you with your own weapons?

Well, if he did, he's dumber than I thought.

Murphy's not unstoppable because he's well armed, it's 'cause he's Murphy.

Come on.

- Come on, all clear. - Wow.

Boss, we almost didn't get out of there.

Yeah, just look at us - no weapons, no gain!

Great, pigheads!

Did you ever hear about losing a battle

- to win the war? - Losing?

- To win? - What?

Get in!

Everything in place...

Puddles?

Like I was telling these two dingbats here,

after tonight OCP and Robocop

- are history. - Oh, I like the sound of that.

Let's go!

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 MediaBreak with Bo Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.

And our top story: The president is coming to Delta City

to present the Corporation of the Year award to Omni-Consumer Products.

I'm proud to accept this award on behalf of everyone at OCP.

And I know we've got to give the president a great Delta City welcome.

In other news, Rocky, the president's national Get Tough on Crime campaign

got a boost from Detroit's Metro South precinct.

A string of crime-busting triumphs was topped last night

by the round-up of the Pudface Morgan gang.

Although Morgan himself eluded capture, it was nice going anyway, Metro South!

So... you failed to nab Pudface.

- He was a step ahead of us. - I told you when

and I told you where the crime would be commited.

I mean, what more can I do? I am not, after all,

God.

You did, I trust, inform warden Pratt of my public service, didn't you?

Because every thwarted crime, you see, it earns me parole points.

Dream on, Mallardo, you're in maximum security. Do you know how many points it would take for you to earn parole?

Well, let it be a billion! Let it be a billion billion!

Because I have the power,

as you, of all people, should be well aware.

If I just... if I just might say something personal here,

I think that your cynicism is a really unattractive trait.

It's something probably to work on.

Well, I guess cynicism goes with the territory,

especially since I'm dealing with the source who plucks out information from the psychic energy stream.

My poor child...

My poor, poor child.

How little you comprehend.

You live in an interactive world teeming with messages

that your poor blinkered brain cannot decode and so, to you they don't exist.

And yet, to the receptive mind

they're everywhere.

And, thanks to my innate intellect, my regimen of physical exercise,

meditation and vegetarianism,

my mind has become...

wow, how can I describe it...

a collector lane on the information superhighway.

An off-ramp is more like it.

Now, I... I have but to sample the flavor

of the news of the day. I mean, to pitch my antenna

into the energy stream, as you so crudely put it in.

And... then a pattern...

emerges, and then it becomes clear.

What is, what will be,

I see it. And it's...

it's...

Well, you have the results yourself, don't you?

I warned you 7 times of criminal enterprises

- and 7 times... - you have been right, I remember.

So, there's just really... there's really no reason to doubt my word, is there?

When I tune my brain into the power network

I always, always find a plot.

Well?

His degree of truth is between 70 and 75%.

- You mean he actually believes this stuff? - Not entirely.

- He is manipulating his stress levels. - But why, what is he doing?

Dr. Mallardo is an evil man. And a genius.

He is capable of anything.

Yes, yes! So...

Mr. McGrew, you have our full cooperation.

It's an honor to work with the secret service protecting our president

and indeed, our way of life as we know it.

- Anything you may need by way of facilities, manpower... - Thanks, gentlemen, but our people can handle it.

Since the president launched the Get Tough on Crime campaign,

- every day's become a challenge for us. - And you've met that challenge magnificently.

Where the local law enforcement can help out is in crowd control,

- protesters... - Ingrates, you mean.

- They can go back where they came from. - Actually, most of them will come from Old Detroit.

- Ah, Robo! This is... - Bob L. McGrew. Secret service.

Good to meet you.

- My pleasure, sir. - Heard a lot about you.

I'd like to have you on our team, but of course, that'd just cause a lot of trouble.

The antirobotics lobby would have a field day.

But Robocop could be unvaluable.

Machines cost a lot of people their job in this country, Mr. Chairman.

- People votes. - Makes sense to me.

No offense.

None taken.

Come and get it: Tofuburgers!

What are you giving your son? That's a male child!

He needs meat!

But meat is so expensive!

Look: Man is at the top of the food chain.

That means we eat everything below us

and that's meat!

Now that's how real man eats.

I love a man who eats meat.

What'd I tell you?

Don't veg out, America, meat's good for you and good for the economy!

So eat up! And remember what Commander Cash says: Meat means business!

Hi, Chip.

Where are you? Looks lovely.

Oh yeah, doesn't it?

It's what Pudface laughingly calls headquarters.

I think it used to be a warehouse for schoolbooks.

Talk about ironic: The guy's practically illiterate.

Yeah, but he does serve our purpose so well.

- Well... - He's reckless, fearless and really quite exceptionally careless.

He'll do the job, take the blame and be out of the picture before he knows what hit him.

What more could one ask of a colleague?

You're right. It's so deliciously ruthless.

Yes, the president's visit has everyone excited,

from the richest rich people in Delta City

to the poorest poor people here, in the filthy disgusting slimy slums

of Old Detroit...

where I happen to be standing.

So, for now, this is Chip Chayken... Smith...

signing off... uh...

I mean, it is amazing what gets on TV these days, isn't it?

We can feel the energy in the air.

Yes, the president's visit has everyone excited

from the boulevards of Delta City to the mean streets of Old Detroit.

And here at the OCP hotel and convention center

where the award presentation will take place,

secret service people are everywhere doing...

whatever it is they do.

And wherever the president travels, it's a big deal in terms of logistics and... and all that stuff.

I hear the secret service guy Bob L. McGrew thinks you're a political risk.

Unfortunately, I am not a registered voter.

But if called upon, I will be ready.

Well, just be careful.

That explosion Pudface Morgan touched off eliminated your ordnance reserve.

All that survived were these tag weapons.

And thank God they didn't go off. If they had...

It would've been trouble.

The secret service people tend to be... well, secretive, but we have with us today.

Mr. Edward Foster, VP OCP Security Concepts.

Mr. Foster, what's your task?

As usual, I'll be consulting on all major security decisions.

And what role will Robocop be playing?

Well, the president's head of security and I agree on that Robocop

will be used where his skills can be most maximized.

- Meaning? - Crowd control.

What?

Crowd control? Oh my God, are you mad?

No! No!

So there you have it, straight from the horse's mouth.

I'm Martina Marx, sending you back to studio.

I'll get it.

- What is it? What's wrong? - Slight change of course, Chip.

Not to worry. Tell Pudface we have a new target.

Murphy, there you are!

I just got a message from Mallardo via warden Pratt.

Quote: There will be trouble today at the convention center, peace and love.

- That is McGrew's turf. - Hey, Mallardo's batting a thousand right now,

so whatever he's up to we can't just sit on it.

You're right. This is no time for nitpicking.

I'll ride with you.

Chairman's quite... quite candid about it.

"Edward", he said...

that's me... "Edward, you're working miracles in Security Concepts."

He's a brutally honest man.

And the fact is, the chairman and I are team.

Unofficially, I'm being groomed to succeed him.

Excuse me, Mr. Foster, we're with channel 3,

I wonder if we can trouble you for an interview.

It's for prime time news.

- They never stop. - Step this way, please.

Agent McGrew!

I want to talk to you.

We just got some information.

We got the hotel and the flags in the background, it's a very strong image.

The light's real flattering.

Yeah, yeah, it's sure nice.

Wait a minute, isn't that...

- Just step into the van, Mr. Foster. - Oh my God! Help!

- Help! - Just how reliable is this so-called source?

- Look. - What the hell...

It's Foster, they got Foster!

Help!

Got them. Now let's go get them!

Yep, they're in there all right.

At least the van is. What I can't figure out is why anyone would wanna kidnap Foster.

Well, he's been shooting his mouth off on TV. Somebody must think he knows something.

- About the president's arrival. - Yeah, whatever. Let's get in there, shall we?

Please remain here.

There it is.

Could be a trap.

- There is one man inside. - How do you know that?

- Thermograph imaging. - You mean he can...

Uh-huh.

- There is a bomb. - Let's get him out of here!

There is no time.

My God!

Oh, thank you! Thank you!

- It was a simple mechanism. - Somebody help me, please!

I fought them, God knows...

but there were just too many for me.

It's all right, Foster, it's over now.

- Thank you, sir. - Now you're sure one of them was Pudface Morgan?

I can hardly be mistaken about that.

They want to know about security at the convention center?

Yes, they're plotting something horrible.

I don't like this one bit. I had a disturbing report today.

Someone is investing heavily in speculative options that our stock is going to plummet!

- Why would they be doing that, unless... - They knew something was about to happen.

Just imagine if, God forbid, the president

should be attacked at the award luncheon. Not only would it be a national tragedy,

OCP would be at fault. It's too awful to contemplate.

First Morgan tries to bag a little high-tech weapons, now this.

Would he really try to go after the president?

Well, I know he's got the ego for it, I just don't think it's his style.

There may be someone behind him.

Tell me more about this... source of yours.

Welcome to my humble home, agent McGrew.

You've been expecting me?

Well, naturally, Bob.

I mean, after all, we have a lot to talk about.

- Will you hurry it up? - I just want to get this right.

We're not just making history here, we're making a statement.

What do you mean "we", hot shot? I'm the patsy.

I'm the one who's gonna be taking all the heat.

I would be rather more inclined to call it... glory.

After all, you are going to be a hero to every red-blooded criminal in this country.

Anyway, you know how Dr. Mallardo laid it out.

I can't be playing the market for us if I'm implicated in the plot.

- Now, can I? - Good point.

Hey, balloon-brain, I'll tell you what's a good point!

The truth is, when the big moment hits,

none of us is going to be implicated. Every one of us...

is going to be rich. Now smile!

Well, I'm glad you remembered to use the tag weapons.

- They were appropriate. - Oh, different serial numbers again.

Mr. Foster must've come up with another new supplier.

- For "new" read "cheap"? - Uh... yeah.

Well, while we're here let's recheck your rambolt mechanism.

- Good. - It is important to stay in shape.

So Murphy, this data you put together on Mallardo really makes a lot of sense.

If you follow the links far enough, every one of the 8 crimes that he has managed to predict

was perpetrated by someone connected to Pudface Morgan.

- Or Chip Chayken. - Where's he at these days?

He walked away from the work release program 4 months ago.

Aha, remember what the chairman said about someone speculating on OCP stock?

- Chayken's specialty. - Check it out.

And, with the president due to arrive tomorrow morning,

Media Break has received this photograph

identified as the fugitive killer William Ray "Pudface" Morgan.

Accompanying the photo was the following message:

"You can't stop the unstoppable."

It's been interpreted as a direct threat to the president.

Excitement is mounting as we await the arrival of the presidential motorcade.

This is a historic day for Delta City, every... oh, excuse me.

Oh, I guess that means they've arrived.

The president will be arriving in a basic black limo...

They're coming into the driveway now... just moments away...

- Welcome to Delta City, madam president. - Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

- My husband. - How are you doing?

I'd like you to meet Mr. Foster, our VP of Security Concepts.

- The eagle has landed. - Roger.

Hey, hey...

Great.

- Darling! - Yeah?

Oh, right. Right.

Well, Bob, let's get started.

Peace and love.

I don't believe it, you let him out?

It was my idea.

I beg your pardon, ma'am, but I don't think you can be aware of how dangerous this man is.

I'm under no illusions, detective, I can assure you.

But I have heard that this man has the talent to access the immediate future.

There is some evidence... that the crimes he predicts are interconnected.

Possibly to himself, ma'am.

And I've heard that you have the ability to measure the level of person's truth

within their responses. Now,

as a politician that scares the hell out of me.

But as the potential victim of an assassination plot...

well... why don't we hear what Dr. Mallardo has to say?

You are the president, ma'am.

Yes, I am.

Why don't you tell the president what you told me?

May I just say... what a lovely room this is.

- Mallardo! - Oh, yes... you see, I...

I've been having these thoughts now for a couple of months,

ever since I launched my personal brain probe into the electro-media sphere,

- I've been seeing... - Facts, Malardo. Just the facts.

Yes, fine! Fine.

There will be an attempt made

at this afternoon's ceremony

to destroy the president and the chairman of OCP

be means of a remote control bomb.

The bomber will be the deranged and the very ugly

fugitive Pudface Morgan.

The act will take place

at the moment the presentation is made.

And I really have no more information at this time but I will promise you

that I will keep my mind open.

Now, was there a mention of a... of a presidential pardon?

It seems... was I wrong? Did someone say that?

Well?

His degree of truth was 100%.

I've made a security adjustment. Grand ballroom is out.

The announcement will take place down here in the corporate ballroom.

Look, my people can do a routine bomb scan but they can't do what you do.

I want you to go over every inch of this place.

Let us hope the anti-robotics lobby does not find out.

Yeah, well, to hell with them.

We got one hour.

No?

Carrots are nature's little miracle, excellent for the diet

and for the eyes.

Have you ever seen a rabbit with glasses?

I mean, take me, for example. Always had good eyes.

And that's because of carrots. I firmly believe in carrots

and I can see for miles...

and... miles...

There he is! It's all set.

We don't need Mallardo to tell us.

Yeah, look, boss, there it is!

The bomb's online and ready to go.

You mean, Robocop's online and ready to go?

- Same thing, right? - Yeah, that's the beauty of it, Shorty.

The bomb detector is the bomb.

- Anything turned up? - No.

- Well, maybe Mallardo finally blew the call. - No.

What he said must be exactly true. He is behind all of this.

- I agree, but what's his plan? - He is at the Henry Ford.

- He'll try to escape. - Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him.

Good.

Thing is, how can there be a bomb if we've changed locations?

Pudface couldn't get a firecracker into this place.

- There must be something we have not considered. - We're opening up.

Let's be alert.

And of course, the question on everyone's lips is

what will the president be wearing? We'll have her speech live from the convention center.

I can hardly wait.

- Neither can we, huh, boys? - You might say that.

Well then, I think I will leave this in your capable hands.

Don't forget: The moment the award is presented.

- Where is it you're going, boss? - Dr. Mallardo needs my help.

- Yeah, you take good care of him. - Oh, I will.

As soon as we collect all the dough,

we'll take good care of both of them.

So long...

suckers!

Are you... are you sure I can't tempt you?

I mean, they are fresh and cool and crisp and...

God, they're good.

There's plenty more where that came from.

Think you're unstoppable? Stop this!

"You can't stop the unstoppable."

Thing is, how can there be a bomb if we've changed locations?

Pudface couldn't get a firecracker into this place.

That explosion Pudface Morgan touched off eliminated your ordnance reserve.

All that survived were these tag weapons.

What I can't figure out is why anyone would wanna kidnap Foster.

I'm glad you remembered to use the tag weapons.

- Different serial numbers again. - "You can't stop the unstoppable."

- Hey, where are you going? - I must check something.

Hello, room service, please?

Chip! Put that away, put that away,

it's all been taken care of.

The old "sedative in the carrot" routine.

He bit!

As always, the president is elegant but understated

in a classic vermilion blazer and skirt with matching shell

accessorized with a tasteful alabaster bag, beige pumps

and a discreet gold chain setting off her lovely complexion.

You didn't say who did her hair.

Beta-2, Mallardo's escaped! Cover the north stairwell!

Dr. Mallardo and...

Chip Chayken, I presume.

You got them, excellent. What about the president?

My job is here.

Okay, Mallardo, where's Pudface?

You said he was gonna detonate the bomb, you knew all about it, now talk, both of you!

- Pudface who? - You see, I don't actually know the criminals

whose crimes I predict, I thought that was understood.

Listen to me, you little prick! If we don't find the bloke really soon

- someone's gonna get hurt really bad! - Detective Madigan!

We must never threaten felons to obtain information.

- What? - They have rights.

It's true, it's true!

We are people, too.

Therefore we will wait and see what happens at the award luncheon.

Then we will know more.

Umm... Why do you want to waste so much time

- standing here with us? - The detective could stay here and watch us

- and you could circulate. - No.

- No? - No! - No? - No!

We will all remain here

until I learn the whereabouts of Pudface Morgan.

And, Mr. Chairman, we in Washington appreciate

everything that you have done here at OCP. A corporation that cares!

I think I'm gonna throw up. Okay, boys.

- Let's get ready to blow this thing! - Hey, boss, something's wrong! - What?

The bomb is leaving the building!

- You want Pudface? There he is! - In the red van!

Over there!

Could we hurry this up, please?

- Officers! Arrest these two. - Yes! Thank you! Thank you.

Never seen two guys happy to be arrested, what's going on?

- They know where the bomb is. - What do you mean, it's here somewhere?

Right next to you. I am the bomb.

The tag weapons?

Oh, the new serial numbers! Pudface planted them, that's why they survived the grenade blast.

- How did you know that? - One just knows these things.

Let's get Pudface.

- It's coming this way. - What do you think it means?

It means showdown!

- Murphy, are you sure about this? - Yes.

Okay, partner. Your call, finish the job!

Boss, all you gotta do is press the button on that remote thing and kaboom!

Shorty, you wouldn't understand.

This one's between the robot and me! Now get outta here!

They both are gonna get blown to bits. That's something anyway!

It's just you and me, big guy!

Okay, tin man!

So much for one-on-one.

Time to say bye-bye!

Bye-bye!

I'll be back, you toolbox!

- What can I say? Unbelievable. - Thank you, Madigan.

What exactly happened?

Well, Robo deactivated the bomb in his leg but left the transmitter intact

so Pudface wouldn't know it.

I guess the bomb in the van was a surprise package from his pals.

- Shut up! - You shut up!

What do you expect? You can't win them all!

All right, get in there!

It's Robocop!

- What happened? - Robocop saved the president!

Robocop, you're all they said you were.

- And more. - Madam president, you shouldn't be out here, you're much too exposed.

- Nonsense, Bob, I wouldn't have missed this for the world. - Me neither.

Sir, I believe you saved my life.

And mine.

Tell me, what could we do to lure you to Washington?

We could certainly use you on Capitol Hill.

I am sorry, ma'am, that would not be possible.

I was born here. And as long as I am needed I will stay

to protect and to serve.

For at every moment of every day, somewhere there is a crime happening.

- But thank you. - No, thank you, Robocop.