All language subtitles for RoboCop(TheSeries)-Ep.02-PrimeSuspect(480pDVDRip)

It's time for...

Commander Cash!

Mayday! Mayday!

Yee-haw! Commander Cash!

Not everyone was this lucky.

Hundreds of men came
back brain-dead,

kept alive by
cryogenic freezing.

But without your help,
we'll have to pull

the plug on our frozen heroes.

A five thousand dollar
contribution can keep

one of our brave men
on ice for years.

So, don't forget, adopt a vet!

Help support our frozen friends.

For just five thousand dollars
you can put your name

or the name of a loved one
on a vet of your choice.

Makes a great gift!
Donations can be arranged

through your local OCP
bank, mall or superstore.

All major credit cards accepted.

Despite such public appeals,
OCP admits that its

fallen far short of raising the
funds to maintain life support

for the 142 medically
brain dead veterans

under the corporation's care.

Now, a potential white knight has come
to the rescue with a unique answer.

Prominent cyberneticist and
entrepreneur, doctor Roger Yung,

who resigned from OCP two years ago
to create his own company, Cybertech,

wants to turn vets into cops.
Robocops.

This gives them a new life and an
opportunity to be productive again.

Now, there are some religious
nuts who call this a sin.

Well, I think that it's much
more sinful to let these

unfortunate cryovets
just fade away.

Besides, everybody
loves Robocop.

Down with Robocop!
Down with Robocop!

Behold Robocop,

a security cyborg.

We know what it really is:

The dog-spawn of Satan himself!

Now, the forces of
damnation want to create

an army of inhuman monsters.

Only God can create life,

not science.

This blasphemy must be stopped!

Down with Robocop!

Amen! Down with Robocop!

Down with Robocop!
Down with Robocop!

Down with Robocop!

This is surveillance footage
taken by Robocop, Mr. Mayor.

The man handing you the money
has been positively identified

as Vlad Stitch Molotov, head of
the Russian mafia in Old Detroit.

Alleged. He's never
been convicted.

Do you wish to comment on any of
the evidence we've shown you?

Yes. No comment.

Down with Robocop!
Down with Robocop!

So,

does this Robo scoop have
evidence on us or not?

Doesn't really matter.

The good reverend of this flock
will turn up the heat on Robocop,

- keep both of us out of jail.
- That better be right.

If not, I will have to find
a way to deal with this

nosy robot myself.

Down with Robocop!
Down with Robocop!

Get back!

Let's go, Gadget,
you're coming with me.

Hey, settle down now.

You're gonna have to
take this outside!

Come on, outside, now, come on!

This is an unlawful assembly.

Please disperse or
there will be trouble.

You soulless abomination!

- I do not fear you!
- Amen!

I'll banish you!

Come out, you foul
metallic demon!

I command you out, Satan!

Unhand me, you soulless demon!

You are messing with
the power of the Lord!

This is your final warning.
Disperse.

You don't scare us, Satan.
Down with Robocop!

Down with Robocop!
Down with Robocop!

You'd better go. Seeing you
only seems to make them worse.

All right, all right!
Robocop has gone now.

And I suggest you
all do the same.

- We've made our point, for now.
- Yes!

But we'll be back.
You can count on it.

Amen! Down with Robocop!

Down with Robocop!

Don't worry. I still like you.

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

Okay, everybody, clear!

Officer Alex Murphy shot to
death in a 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.

Wow!

Cops...

What a bunch of crap...
What did I do?

You exceeded the posted speed
limit by 42 mph in a school zone.

Yeah? Reverend Bob's got
your number, buckethead.

I don't have to
listen to no machine.

Turn off your engine, this
is your final warning.

Go get a grease job.

Step out of the car, please.

Okay! All right, all right...

I'm out, I'm out...

Thank you for your cooperation.

I told it the light was yellow.

And it just went haywire.

How awful for you!

I tried to reason with it,

and it tore my car
apart and grabbed me.

I can still feel those cold steel
fingers wrapped around my throat.

There there, brother. The Lord
was there to protect you.

Amen! I don't blame you
for suing the police,

well, three hundred million
hardly seems enough...

Well, I will demand a
full investigation.

It's a sad day when our
police allow a machine

to brutalize a decent citizen.

It is so refreshing to
see a public servant

who for once is on the
side of the Lord.

Hallelujah, brother Friendly!

Hallelujah! Hallelujah!

This is truly a
spiritual moment.

- Friends, we have to leave now...
- Yes, indeed.

But we're going to fight the good fight
here at Godamighty broadcasting centre,

arcade and shopping mall.

Well, right now we're having our
annual "He has risen" half-price sale.

That's where I buy all my
clothes and cosmetics!

- And don't she look great!
- Oh, you!

Keep those pledges rolling in!

And we're off.

Makeup!

The switch part is gem, sir.

Can I sell or can I sell, eh?

Come out, you foul
metallic demon!

I command you out, Satan!

You soulless abomination...

You soulless abomination!

Till death do us part.

You foul metallic demon!

You're going to grow up
to be big and strong.

Just like Dad.

What's with you, Alex?
Why are you here?

I have memories of this place.

You're letting that
Reverend Bob get to you.

I will never know why so many people think
God speaks to us through loudmouth jerks.

He says I have no soul.

So what does he know?

It's fakes like the Reverend Bob
we're low on the soul department.

You should see his financial records:
Millions ripped in from innocent people.

You'd think there'd be some
way for the law to stop him.

Sometimes the law's not enough.

Let us bathe in the
waters of love, baby...

Oh yeah...

Lordy, lordy...

- Did you talk to the Reverend Bob's wife?
- Yeah, she was in the condo downtown.

Seems the perfect couple's
been living apart for years.

I also checked to see if
the mayor had an alibi.

- You questioned the mayor?
- Oh yeah, and get this:

He says he was at home when Taker was shot.
His wife says he was out all night.

I wanna put him through
a VS-analyzer.

You wanna put the mayor
through a lie-detector test?

Just because he's a mayor doesn't mean
he's not a suspect, Sarge, come on.

- Take a look at that, Maddy.
- What is it?

Ardour-9, armor-piercing with an
alloy coating. That look familiar?

Yeah, Robo's gun or one like it.

We both know that piece is one
of a kind, another thing:

Six shots came through
that wall dead on target,

there's only one way to do
that: Thermographic targeting.

Oh come on, Sarge, this is obviously a
frame. There's no way Robo would kill Taker.

I know that! And you know it.

But OCP sees it differently.

Now, Mr. Fraker from Security Concepts
is on to Metro South right now.

We just got word that he already
ordered Robocop shutdown.

He what? He can't do that, who the
hell does this guy think he is?

He's the boss, Madigan, he can...
Mad... He...

It's like talking to a brick.

And this is the last of the
data from Robocop's memory.

Stitch Molotov paying
off Mayor Friendly.

- And that's the last of them.
- What's going on?

If I'm shut down, my memory
banks will be erased.

You look like he's already been found guilty.
Did you even ask him about last night?

Dispatch tracking shows it off
the air between 12 and 2.

When I asked it why, the
only thing it has to say is.

"Directive 1 prohibits me from
answering that question."

Directive 1... serve
the public trust...

That's obviously malfunction.
The only solution

is an internal affairs investigation, in
the meantime we have to shut it down.

"It" is he, okay?

And the rules say any officer
facing disciplinary action

is entitled to hearing
the police commission.

That only applies
to human officers.

- It applies to all cops regardless.
- Come on.

You can't expect us to treat
this robot like a human being.

But Robocop isn't just a robot. I
mean, he's unique, he's a phenomenon.

Absolutely correct.

That is your opinion, Dr. Yung.

I did design Robocop's
neural matrix

which makes me somewhat of an expert
on the subject, wouldn't you say?

Fine. You want a police
hearing, you've got one.

Tomorrow morning.

Charlie Lippencot, Dr. Yung. It's an
honor to finally meet you in person.

I heard about your plan to robotize
the cryovets, it's an ingenious idea.

Well, thank you, Dr...
Rippencot?

Lippencot. I was the designer
of Robocop's motor circuitry.

I could sure use
some help right now.

Robocop is refusing to
violate Directive 1.

I see. I've developed a new
program which might help.

Could we take a look
at the optic flow?

Oh, this is very exciting.

Right this way.

Murphy, what's going on?

I cannot violate my directive.

Damn it! If they shut you down you'll
lose your memories, you know that!

End of Murphy! Okay? This
is a death sentence.

I know.

You claim to give an account of your
actions on the night of question

would violate the Directive 1,

"To protect the public's trust."

Yes.

All right. Then let's
examine the murder.

The bullets that
killed Reverend Taker

were made by OCP Security
Concepts for your gun alone.

- That is correct.
- May I see your gun, please?

- Thank you, is it fully loaded?
- Yes.

And to fire it, I just pull
the trigger like this...

- Doesn't seem to work.
- The gun is encoded.

It can only be fired by me.

So, you're saying that this gun,

which killed Reverend Taker,

can only be fired

by you?

Yes.

Mr. Mayor, I wasn't pleased.

Members of the commission,

in view of the
overwhelming evidence

I'm forced to move that a full.

Internal Affairs
investigation is required,

and the Robocop be shut
down pending its results.

- Are we all in favour?
- No!

No one move! Drop your weapons!

God sakes, do what he says!

Security, this is Fraker.
Robocop's escaped,

and it's taken a police officer captive.
Give me OCP Internal Affairs.

You can put that down now. You
blew your queue back there,

you weren't supposed to make
your move until after the vote.

- I'm not programmed for acting.
- Sorry, it's all right, it worked.

They will still say we
have broken the law.

Hey Murphy, there's no law
that says any cop has to be

put to death just because
he's under investigation.

The only chance we have
here is to clear you.

Trouble.

Hang on.

Turn left.

Brake.

Come on, move it!

Move, form a blockade, don't
let them to get off this pier!

Murphy, this is not working out.

This is Smith, OCP
Internal Affairs.

Release the hostage

and get out of the car now.

Get out.

Don't worry, I'll get to the
bottom of this, alright?

- You know where to find me.
- Right...

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

All right! You, you, go and get her!
Move it!

The rest of you, hold your fire
until the hostage is clear.

Stay where you are!

Don't move, or we will
be forced to shoot!

Damn it, open fire!

Commander said open fire!

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

Okay, let's move out! Come
on, come on, come on!

Police dragged the river
but came up empty-handed.

And at this hour the search
continues for Robocop,

wanted for the brutal killing
of popular evangelist.

Reverend Bob Taker.

Robocop: A murderer...

Say it ain't so, Robo!

The cop he took hostage,
what was her name?

- Detective Lisa Madigan.
- I want to see her service file.

My nose is telling me this abduction stinks
worse than a garbage truck on a heat wave.

- Anything else?
- Everything OCP's got on Robocop.

And I mean everything, right
down to the kind of oil it uses.

And I want to see the police
files on the Taker murder.

And get me a sandwich,
I skipped lunch.

That miss at the pier is scandalous,
I'm sorry I put in the initial call.

John Fraker, Security Concepts.

Smith, OCP Internal Affairs.

In spite of what you may
think, I'm still in charge.

As of now, all police communications
will be routed here to our command post.

Now hold on. I'm
the OCP VIP here.

You'll need my
authorization for that.

Mr. Fraker, if I had time

I'd explain the tactics
of hunting a fugitive,

and I'd point out
that OCP's contract

with Internal Affairs Concepts
gives me total authorities

so I don't have to explain myself
to you, but I don't have the time,

so stay out of the way
and let me do my job.

Let the record show that his
honour, the Mayor, insists

on being questioned with the use
of the voice stress analyser.

Only to clear my name.

Where were you the night Reverend Taker was
killed between the hours of midnight and two?

At home. In bed.

Were you in any way involved in
the killing of Reverend Taker?

Absolutely not.

Well, the VS is
working properly...

I want you to deliberately lie.
What's your name?

Abraham Lincoln.

- Now what's going on?
- I can only guess.

His long exposure to politics
has made it impossible

for his vocal responses
to convey the truth.

- This is an outrage!
- Mrs. Taker, what are you...

How dare you question this fine
man about my husband's murder?

His honour does not have an alibi
for the night of the murder.

- Well, he does now.
- Bambi... Mrs. Taker...

Can it, Fred. He was
with me all last night.

It checks.

This is a blatant attempt of the
police to cover for one of their own.

But it won't work.

Bambi, detective Madigan
is simply doing her job.

Oh, yes, of course.

No hard feelings, dear.

Yeah.

This all you could get on
the late Murphy Alex J.?

That's it. According
to OCP's specs,

his brain was used to run the autonomic
system but the man's memory was wiped clean.

Irish Catholic. Family man.

Married ten years, one child.

This kind believed in
tradition and faith.

Those have a way of surviving
long after we die.

Dad, Dad.

Dad, why are they
so mean to him?

- That's Madigan's car.
- Yeah, I smelled it right.

They're down the hall of
this Murphy's family church.

Okay, I'm going in. Call
in the Delta squad team.

Tell them to form a perimeter
around the church.

No one open fire, attempt entry
until I give the order...

Would you put that down?
Are we clear?

- Yes, sir.
- All right.

Pardon... Easy, it's me.

Well, I guess the Vatican bank crash
should've hit this place sort, huh?

What did you find out?

Well, we can scratch the Mayor
off our list of suspects,

he and Bambi Taker were
together all night.

- What about Stitch Molotov?
- Very tight alibi, as usual.

It looks bad, doesn't it?

Not gonna lie to you,
Murphy, it looks real bad.

But why can't you tell me what
you were doing that night?

- Directive 1 forbids me...
- from responding, yeah yeah,

dammit Murphy, I'm your
partner, okay, your friend,

- I'm trying to help you.
- I'm sorry, but you must trust me.

There is no way out, people.

Place is surrounded, and
you're coming with me.

No, don't shoot!

I wasn't going to shoot him.

I'm sorry.

You can't keep running
forever, Murphy!

Arrest her! Aiding on
defending a fugitive!

Give it up!

I did not kill Reverend Taker.

Not my department.

My job is to take you in.

Dead or alive, you're
coming with me.

- Look out, he's coming!
- Don't shoot!

You idiot!

Damn!

Should've kept you down
at Family Services.

Okay, people!

Sonic hammers, power charges
down here stat! Move!

You heard the man, get the sonic...
thing!

Diana.

Alex!

What have they done to you?

Motor circuitry damaged.

Need Lippencot.

Give me your hand.

I'm patching you through now.

Wow, Robo!

What happened to you?

Get Lippencot.

He's not here. Can I help you?

I need Charlie. He
designed my circuits.

I know, the prototype.

Charlie showed it to me once.
He made me promise not to tell.

He's not even supposed to have it.
See?

Thank you, Gadget.

According to the prototype,

this will affect
temporary repairs.

Alex, why don't you just
tell them about your alibi?

People would not
understand what you are,

what you mean to their lives.

You're a real gentleman, Alex.

Lippencot has a prototype
of my circuitry.

If there is a
duplicate of that...

Then there would be one of your gun, too.
I'll check it out.

Hey, hey! I told you no one
is supposed to see this.

I needed to help Robo.
He was here.

Didn't Sergeant Parks
warn you about lying?

But I'm not lying!
He was here, sorta.

He was all fuzzy, like
in those hollygrams.

- A holograph.
- Yeah. He was all messed up,

so I showed him the prototype,
and he fixed himself.

At least I hope he did. Do
you think he'll be okay?

Huh? Oh, yeah-yeah, I'm
sure he's all right.

Listen, I want you to tell Sergeant
Parks to log me on to Cybertech.

I'm going to go talk to Dr.
Yung.

Got it.

Designer who designed your gun
also created the neural matrix,

Dr. Roger Yung of Cybertech.

I have to speak with Madigan.

No time. We both better
get out of here.

Come on, come on, move it,
you're almost through!

Welcome, Dr. Rippenclaut.

My lab is down the hall
on your left, last door.

Hey Robo, are you okay?

Yes, thanks to you.
Where is Charlie?

He was here, but
he went out again.

He said he was going to
talk to a young doctor.

- Dr. Yung?
- Yeah, him. What's wrong?

He may be in danger.
Go to Bea at dispatch.

What do you want me tell her?

Robocop's helmet...

Yes, the prototype.

It's against OCP rules, I know,
hope you can keep it to yourself.

No-no, in fact I kept
my prototype, too.

That's what gave me my idea. Do you
mind if I run a theory by you?

No, not at all.

- Damn!
- SWAT teams have searched

every subway station
in zones 4 and 5.

Still nothing, we're
checking on 6 and 7 now.

- I hope you guys never find him.
- Listen.

If you care about anything what happens
to Robocop, pray that I do find him,

because the only other choice
I've got is to kill him.

I got an emergency call
coming out a police van.

- They spotted Robocop at Cybertech.
- Good.

- What's he doing there?
- That's what I intend to find out.

Let's round up the rest of the SWAT
team and meet me there, all right?

Wait, wait, wait!
Take me with you.

He will listen to
me, I know he will!

- All right, get in!
- Move out, move out!

So, I got to thinking, if I
kept the prototype of my work,

maybe whoever designed Robocop's
gun kept the prototype too?

What do you think?

Dr. Lippencort,

that is brilliant.

You mean, like this?

You killed Reverend Taker.

You used the thermographic targeting
in that helmet to blame it on Robocop.

A plus. If Taker had kept up
his campaign against Robocop,

OCP might have been forced to cancel
my project to robotizing cryovets!

Ah, but why frame Robocop?

I mean, if he's shut
down, it won't help you.

On the contrary,

no one has ever been able to discover
how or why Robocop really works.

There's only one procedure
that has never been tried:

The full autopsy.

It's Lippencot's car,
what is he doing here?

Actually, I was going to pin the
whole thing on Stitch Molotov

but you make a much
better suspect.

You made a copy of the
gun, you killed Taker

because you feared that he was a
threat to Robocop and to you.

Some people do anything
to save their job.

Excuse me, doctor...

It's over, Rippencourt.

Freeze!

Put your hands where I can see.

He's the killer. He did it.

And it's Lippencot!

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

Put your gun down, slowly.

Damn... Take cover!

Oh, the helmet! He's got
thermographic vision!

Go.

Damn.

You are under arrest.

Oh, am I glad to see you.

Some nice shooting, partner.

If it means anything, this is one
time I'm glad I didn't get my men.

But if you tell anyone I've
said that, I'll deny it.

I can keep a secret.

Trust me.