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MagnaVolt,
the final word in auto security.
No embarrassing alarm noise, no need to trouble the police.
And it won't even run down your battery.
MagnaVolt.
Lethal Response.
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 E.D. 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...
Get some help!
Nuke!
Nuke!
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.
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, O.C.P.,
the corporation contracted by the city,
to run the Detroit Police Department.
O.C.P. cut our salaries 40 percent and canceled our pensions.
And now they refuse to even talk to us.
God knows why, but they want this strike.
What happened?
Hmm.
Ooh, look what we got.
Get up.
Hold him!
You put my eye out, bitches!
Shut up, you fuckhead!
Ow! You're breaking my fucking arm.
Look at this. What a nasty man.
Night's made.
Let's pay papa and get us what we need.
Nuke me, baby.
I'll kill you, bitches!
He's up! Come on!
You're shit with a timer, man.
Come on! Come on! Let's go!
I'll take out an army with this shit. Hah!
Let's load up and get the hell out of here!
Where's the bullets for this gun, man, huh?
Third drawer, bottom.
Wow!
We should have brought a truck! Ha, ha!
I really like this gun, man.
So just take it and get out.
Thanks.
I don't believe this!
- What? - It's the cops, man.
Cops are on strike, stupid.
Can't you hear that?
What did I tell you?
I'll fix him.
Did you see that? We got him!
Beautiful. Come on, man, let's move it.
No. One more.
Nice shit, man.
Fucking cops.
Peace officer.
Think it over, creep.
Nuke.
It's not mine, man!
Where is it made?
Not mine, man! I told you, I'm clean.
Ow!
Where is it made?
I don't know, man!
All I know is where I get it!
Freeze.
Nobody move.
This is a bust.
Ladies, stay down.
Somebody! Open the fridge, damn it!
Open the door, come on.
Can't shoot a kid, can you, fucker?
"Can't shoot a kid, can you?"
Throw it home, Dad!
Shut up!
Drop it, or the little shit's dead!
I'll blow its fucking head off, man!
Lewis, hang it up.
Now, no shit from either one of you!
And don't try to follow me!
We won't.
- 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.
Nice shooting.
See you, Jimmy.
- Hi, Mom. - Hi.
Don't do it! No, stop! Stop it!
O.C.P. 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 O.C.P.
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 treatments...
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.
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.
Iam...
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.
Why is this happening?
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.
It hardly befits the dignity of my office
to have to come to you, Johnson.
My apologies for the slight inconvenience, Your Honor.
20 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 dollars.
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,
"0O.C.P. shall have the uncontested right of foreclosure
"on all city assets."
You 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.
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!
All right, calm down. I think we'd better get out of here.
- I'm okay. I'm calm. - Calm down. l...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. - Relax.
It's okay.
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. Bullshit!
O.C.P.'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 dollars.
I want to see some results.
Yes, sir. I'll show you what we have.
O.C.P. 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.
You are under arrest.
Stop, or I'll shoot.
Stop, or I'll shoot.
O.C.P. is proud to present the future of urban pacification,
RoboCop 2.
90 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.
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.
You could learn a thing or two from that girl, Johnson.
Not for me. Decent wages, decent cops!
Hey!
The union's got a list! We ain't forgettin' who you are!
One at a time.
Please, one at a time.
That's the best we can do.
Hello, ladies.
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.
Yeah.
Hob.
That's him.
Thank you.
Nuke me.
Go ahead, take two.
There's plenty of Nuke to go around.
I've lost him.
Boy, you haven't been here in a while.
This one's on me.
Five degrees, south-southwest.
There's the little darling.
- Good eyes, Murphy. - Good as money can buy.
Ferdy, you got out. Hmm. Well, I'll tell Cain, okay?
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.
Uh, no. That's all right. I don't really want it.
Come on, Duffy. I know you need it.
Isn't this a school day?
Cops!
Hey!
Shit!
Oh, no.
Freeze!
Turn around. Put your hands up.
Shit.
Officer Duffy, have a seat.
You look a little out of breath, bitch.
You've sold us out, Officer Duffy.
What are you talking about?
Where is Cain?
I don't know any Cain.
No!
Where is Cain?
I don't know!
Where is Cain?
I told you. I don't know!
Where?
River Rouge. The old sludge plant.
- You're a rotten cop.
Go.
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.
Ahh!
Why'd you stop? You got it cracked.
I'm tired.
They say he's got a brain,
I wanna to see it.
You think it was me that beat you?
It wasn't.
It was this.
It's too tough.
Try here, at the joint.
Ha, ha! Yeah!
Ha! Look at that!
Hey, come on, cut it out.
How does it taste?
What the hell's going on?
Man. Just look at him.
Christ, he's been stripped.
Let's get him inside.
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.
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 back-up 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 microshocks.
It's damn tricky.
He could be going any time.
Move! Move!
What's happening in here?
O.C.P. 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.
We'll be in touch.
Oh, man, you guys are the greatest.
Did you see their faces?
"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.
Here, you take it.
God, I just love you guys!
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.
Wait a minute? What...
Hey, Cain.
Hey, it's... It's good to see you.
Thanks for gettin' me out.
I can't get up.
You noticed that one.
Ha, 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.
We know all about it, Duffy.
You think you're the only cop we have?
Oh, shit!
Cain, Cain, come on. Look, I'm begging you, man.
Look, I'll do anything.
Okay. Oh, you're kiddin', right?
Yeah, you're just kiddin', Oh, you're just scarin' me.
Oh, you taught me a lesson, man.
I'd never fuck with you.
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.
Okay. Okay.
You know, maybe you ought to have the kid leave.
- Why? โWhat?
Why would we have the kid leave?
That's a good touch. That's a good touch.
"Have the kid leave."
"Have the kid leave." "Why?"
Come on, it's... It's over.
Hey, come on, Cain. Come on, man, what are you doin'?
No!
Oh, come on.
You said you were just going to scare him!
Doesn't he look scared?
I can't believe you're even contemplating this.
It hardly matters what you believe, Mr. Schenk.
But these are criminals! They're maniacs!
You're... You're giving in to premature value judgments.
All right, it may be true.
The subjects are socially misaligned.
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.
You're the one who's going to be out of a job.
I'm going to take this directly to Johnson.
He's just been waiting for an excuse to get you fired.
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 off-line.
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 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.
Fortunately, I have found a way.
Yes, Ms. 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?
Coffee?
Uh, no, thank you.
Don't forget your shoes on the way out.
He's my patient. He's critical.
I've got to stay with him.
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.
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.
It's about time they asked us.
Well, we're getting a lot of heat, and I mean a lot of it, from the parents groups
and personally, I don't blame them. I'm a parent myself.
- Hmm. - 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.
You're absolutely right.
Or help a cat out of a tree
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. - l 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?
Respond.
I am Officer Alex Murphy,
Detroit Police Department.
That won't do.
What are you?
RoboCop.
Crime Prevention Unit, O.C.P.
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.
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.
Uploading command program.
I am so glad we had this chance to dialogue.
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.
He's touched.
That's enough all of you back to your posts, come on.
Let's go!
How 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 O.C.P. 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.
...crash-landing on Mars.
We are obviously in touch with beings of a very highly intell--
Aah! Oww!
Harder!
It's Robo!
Everybody out the back door!
It's locked, it won't open!
Murph, wake up, will ya?
Good morning.
Come on, take him out.
Murph!
I think we should talk.
What's with you, Murph?
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.
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.
Let's go.
The point is...
...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 o.c.p. They did something to you.
I'm fine.
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.
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!
Bad language makes for bad feelings.
You're nuts!
Murphy, come on. Let's go.
Come on.
Back!
Thank you for not smoking.
Well, there it is. It's O.C.P.
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.
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.
I'll get some help!
Get him inside!
Come on! Move it!
Come on. Come on.
Don't touch him. He's hot! Use your jackets!
Why the hell did he do that?
O.C.P. gave him crazy commands. Fried himself to get rid of them.
- Nice and easy. - He weighs a ton.
Yeah, he sure does.
Get out of the way!
Move out!
Think he's alive?
I don't know. He's pretty hot.
Put me down.
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.
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.
Frank,
the Benzedrine's got my teeth wiggling.
Cut it with scopolamine.
Five mills per.
Yes, sir.
Made in America.
Yeah, we're gonna make that mean something again.
Hey, cops!
- Huh? What? - Cops.
And they ain't carryin' no picket signs!
They going to kick somebody ass!
Give me your hand, goddamn it!
Get down!
Watch behind!
Get him in the back.
Christ.
Look.
Fuck!
Fuck! Get out!
Get down!
- You son of a bitch!
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.
Sunblock 5000.
Protection for the new age.
Subject is violently antisocial,
given to delusions of godhood,
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.
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 โcause 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.
Damn it, Hob, you know that's not fair.
Now, come on.
It's been a bad time.
Sure has. You're really hurting.
Yeah, 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.
Start the motor and drive.
He'll kill you.
He'll kill us both.
Fuck him.
Oh, you're a mess.
I got good news for you.
You gonna have a chance for immortality
as long as nothing happens to that lovely brain.
Dr. Weltman?
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.
โNight.
Come on, come on. Let's move it.
We only got five minutes.
Lock it up.
I've got the things set up.
All right. Temperature?
Optimum.
Move the screen in a little closer.
I can't read it.
How'd we get this one?
Well, Faxx found him.
He volunteered.
Volunteered?
Big-hearted guy.
Yeah. It's not the heart we're after, though.
Speaking of hearts, how's Eileen?
Christ. Does everybody know?
All right, hold your breath.
And showtime.
It's nice and clean in here. There's no damage.
Well,
here we go.
Easy...
We got it.
Here it comes.
Thing of beauty.
Excellent.
I don't know about the rest of you,
but I'm hungry.
Thank you! Thank you!
Yes! Yes! "Spider Baby" Stalinski!
He's come out for Detroit
and now you come out for him.
The line's open. Waiting for your pledge.
If you want an honest government,
government that works for you,
I'm asking you to dig deep into your pockets.
I'm asking you to give
whatever you can spare!
Where does that put us, Gilly?
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.
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 your guys take over...
Your services to O.C.P. will be rewarded.
If the city can pay,
we'll be humiliated.
I think it's worse than that, sir.
We shifted 80 percent of our liquid resources
to the Urban Pacification Plan.
If we can't foreclose,
public confidence in O.C.P. will plummet,
and 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!
Schenk, 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.
So much terrible pain.
You don't remember me
but you do remember this, don't you?
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.
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.
Well, our current debt to O.C.P. is, uh...
Bob?
37,480,911 dollars.
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.
50 cents, 50 dollars. That's cute.
Don't be a queer.
50 million.
This is bullshit. Let's get out of here.
Good God.
Gentlemen?
Well? Will 50 do it?
Oh, yes, yes, yes. That'll do it.
Don't you guys think that'll do it?
Yeah.
50 mill. That will do it.
That'll do.
For God's sake, Marv, these people are criminals!
Why do you have to label people?
I hate labels!
You shut up.
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 it like 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.
Why do people do crimes?
Why? Why, drugs. People do drugs.
Because 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.
So no more crimes.
You get to be the mayor who cleaned up Detroit.
He's got a point.
Don't you think he's got a point?
Yeah, he's got a point.
What the hell is that?
- Get out! Get out!
Marv.
Cain!
Oh, wow!
You look great.
Ooh.
It'll take some getting used to, but...
It'll be great, Cain.
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.
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 comment!
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.
I'm sorry,
no more questions.
Our own Mayor Kuzak.
Now let's go live to Jess.
And here it is, the Civic Centrum,
O.C.P.'s 100-story gift to the Motor City.
While debate continues over O.C.P.'s hostile takeover,
there's no denying the mood down here is festive.
Citizens interviewed on the scene
expressed excitement and hope that O.C.P. 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.
Can O.C.P. bring industry back to Detroit?
- Sir, can a corporation own - Does O.C.P. own the city?
- the city government? - You gonna hold elections?
- ...all O.C.P. Employees? - What's your position on social welfare?
- Why aren't you going to City Hall? - Just a minute.
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?
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.
My friends, welcome to our city as it should be.
And as it will be in the hands
of responsible private enterprise.
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 places
where bad things happen. Don't be nostalgic.
What about democracy?
Nobody elected you.
Anyone can buy O.C.P.'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.
Sit down.
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.
Ladies and gentlemen, with great pleasure,
I give you RoboCop 2.
Bastards! Maniacs!
What's the matter?
I can't believe it. It was them. They sent it.
Sent what?
Nothing.
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 Americaโ
mean something again.
This single container
holds enough Nuke to addict a city block.
A 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.
Ah, yes.
Things will be a lot quieter with this boy around.
What's wrong with him?
Oh, it's nothing, it's nothing at all.
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!
Take her out of here. Now!
Let me... No! No!
Behave yourselves!
What's the deal here?
Christ knows. It sounds like there's a war going on in there.
You're coming with me, Cain.
Are you jealous... Are you jealous of the replacement?
This could look bad for O.C.P., Johnson.
Scramble the best spin team we have.
Hustle, hustle, hustle!
Hustle, hustle, hustle!
Ammo! Ammo! Ammo!
Get down!
Get out!
Hold your fire!
Hold your fire, damn it!
All right, let's get him out of here.
Watch his neck. He's hurt bad.
Easy. Easy.
Shit!
I gotta get back.
Move it back! Move it back!
Let's get out of here.
Let's give him what he wants.
Goodbye.
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, Holtzgang.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Just look at what they've done. They are criminals.
O.C.P. 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...
- The old man! - He's leaving!
You don't realize what we're losing.
- Give us a statement, sir! - We have dozens of deaths.
This is an atrocity. Is this your idea of a better life?
Was this an experiment of some kind?
That monster was crazy! How did this happen?
Do you really feel that RoboCop...
- How do you account for this disaster?
Will O.C.P. make reparations to the victims?
That son of a bitch is getting away with it.
We can't even touch him.
Patience, Lewis.
We're only human.
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