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(drumroll)

(rousing orchestral

fanfare playing)

(fanfare ends)

(soft percussive beats)

(liquid gurgling softly)

(strings play ominous melody)

(liquid gurgling)

(liquid gurgling)

(muted knocking)

(muted yelling)

(glass shatters)

(muted screams)

(alarm beeping)

(sighs)

(beeping continues)

(groans softly)

(alarm stops)

(sighs)

(Stevie Wonder's

"Superstition" playing)

♪ Very superstitious ♪

♪ Writings on the wall ♪

♪ Very superstitious ♪

♪ Ladder's 'bout to fall ♪

♪ 13-month-old baby ♪

♪ Broke the lookin' glass ♪

(singing along)

♪ Seven years of bad luck ♪

♪ The good things in your past ♪

♪ When you believe in things ♪

♪ That you don't understand ♪

♪ Then you suffer ♪

♪ Superstition

ain't the way... ♪

Thing of beauty.

♪ Hey, hey... ♪

(song fades)

MASCULINE VOICE:

Good morning, sir.

Yet another

on-time delivery from...

Get the hell

out of my face,

canner.

Have a nice day.

(vehicles whooshing)

WOMAN (over speaker):

And we believe

our Destination: Anywhere

package

to be the best value ever.

Let us take you

to your dream destination

aboard our auto-space flight...

(indistinct conversation,

mechanical whirs and squeaks)

(dogs barking)

MAN (over speaker):

Glowfish,

the world's hottest-selling

transgenic...

(crowd noises,

mechanical squeaks)

ROBOT:

Excuse me, sir.

MAN (over speaker):

...total readiness,

total security.

So good-bye to lengthy upgrades

and service calls.

An uplink

to USR's central computer

provides this

state-of-the-art robot

with new programs daily.

The Nestor Class Five

is tomorrow's robot today.

YOUNG MAN:

Spoon! Spoony!

Hey!

Uh... hold up.

Hold on, hold on.

Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me.

Spoon, man, where you been at?

Ah, just away, Farber.

Oh, yeah? Away?

On vacation and stuff?

That's real nice, man.

Listen, I got

a favor to ask.

I need to borrow

the car

for, like,

ten, 15 minutes.

No, no,

this is different.

This is different, Spoon.

Listen, I got this

fine-ass little yummie.

I mean, she is complete

and agreeable.

I mean, ass-hot

spankable, Spoon.

What does that even mean?

You know

what it means, man.

Okay? Now, stop

barricading, let me get

the damn-ass keys, Spoon.

First of all, stop cussing,

'cause you're not good at it.

Let me get ten for the bus,

then, man. I been there for you.

Go home.

Okay, that's

strike one, Spoon.

That's strike one.

(scooter engine buzzing)

(TV playing softly)

WOMAN (over TV):

What are you going to do for us?

(man speaking over TV)

You talk to Marci?

(laughs softly)

No, Gigi,

I haven't talked to Marci.

GIGI:

When I was coming up,

we didn't just marry someone,

then divorce them,

then not talk to them...

(snoring)

Del, don't play with me.

I'll bet if I stop cooking,

(chuckles)

you'd call Marci.

Boy,

what is that

on your feet?

Mm.

Converse All-Stars,

vintage 2004.

(laughs)

Don't turn your face up

like that.

I know you want some.

All you got

to do is ask.

No, thank you

very much.

Mm.

Sweet potato pie.

Put that on the plate.

You know, I've seen on

TV they're giving away

some of them new robots

in the lottery.

You know, Gigi...

those robots don't do anybody

any good.

Of all the people

on God's earth, you

should know better.

Sometimes the stuff that

comes out of your mouth.

(snoring)

You listening to me, Del?

♪ ♪

(indistinct conversation)

MAN:

Hey! Hey!

(quiet whirring)

Hold my pie.

Sir, hold it or wear it.

(horn beeps)

(rapid whirring)

Hey!

Move it!

Hey! Hey!

Freeze!

(grunts)

Hey! Stop!

(grunts)

(yells)

Stop!

(horn honks)

(yells)

(people gasping)

I said stop!

(inhales)

(people talking

excitedly)

Relax. Relax.

I'm a police officer.

WOMAN:

You...

(inhales)

...are a asshole.

Ma'am, is that your purse?

Of course it's my purse.

I left my inhaler at home.

He was running

it out to me.

I saw a robot running

with the purse,

and naturally, I-I assumed...

What? Are you crazy?

I'm sorry for this

misunderstanding, Officer.

Don't apologize--

you're doing

what you're supposed

to be doing.

But what are you doing?

Have a lovely day, ma'am.

You're lucky I can't breathe,

or I'd walk

all up and down your ass.

(inhales)

(indistinct conversation)

(indistinct radio

communication)

OFFICER (chuckling):

Super Spoon.

OFFICER 2:

Right.

"Lead by example."

It says that

right on your badge.

So we gonna talk

about this?

(men chuckling)

About what?

DETECTIVE:

Help! Police!

That robot stole

my dry cleaning.

(laughter)

Oh, you want to talk about that?

Detective...

how many robots

have ever snatched a purse?

John, the thing is

running down the s...

Uh-uh. Mm-mm.

How many robots...

in the world

have ever committed

a crime?

Well, define "crime."

Answer my question,

damn it.

None, John.

(sighs)

Now, tell me

what happened today.

Nothing.

Better be

the last "nothing."

Spoon, are you sure

you are ready to be back?

'Cause you can take

your time.

I'm fine, John. Thank you.

Better here than

sitting around at home.

(phone ringing)

Homicide. Spooner.

♪ ♪

(vehicles whooshing)

FEMALE VOICE:

Please take

the next exit to your right.

♪ ♪

COMPUTER:

Welcome, Detective Spooner.

Welcome to U.S. Robotics.

You have entered

the garage-level lobby.

Please use the elevators

for direct access

to the main-level concourse.

Thank you.

Good to see you again, son.

Hello, Doctor.

Everything that follows

is the result

of what you see here.

Is there something

you want to tell me?

I'm sorry,

my responses are limited.

You must ask

the right questions.

Why did you call me?

I trust your judgment.

Normally, these circumstances

wouldn't require

a homicide detective.

But, then, our interactions

have never been entirely normal,

wouldn't you agree?

You got that right.

Is there something

you want to say to me?

I'm sorry,

my responses are limited.

You must ask

the right questions.

Why would you

kill yourself?

That, Detective,

is the right question.

Program terminated.

(whooshing squeak)

(muted, rapid beeping)

Bye, old man.

♪ ♪

Afternoon, boys.

TECH:

Hey, Detective.

Enlighten me.

What you see

is what you get.

Massive impact trauma.

U.S. Robotics--

I got to get my kid something.

SPOONER:

Anything upstairs?

Nada.

Door was security-locked

from the inside.

Wham, splat.

Guy's a jumper, for sure.

EXECUTIVE:

Okay, guys, we got to be smart

about this--

let's deal with it later.

Detective.

Lawrence Robertson.

Wow.

Richest man in the world.

I've seen you

on television.

Can I offer you coffee?

Uh, sure, why not?

It's free, right?

I don't think anyone

saw this coming.

You know, I-I should have,

I suppose.

I knew him 20 years.

Alfred practically

invented robotics.

He wrote

the Three Laws.

But I guess, you know,

brilliant people

often have the most

persuasive demons.

So whatever I can

do to help, just...

Sugar.

I'm sorry?

For the coffee. Sugar?

Ah.

Oh, you thought

I was calling you "sugar."

Hey, you're not that rich.

It's on the table.

Oh.

Thank you.

Uh, when Lanning fell,

he was holding the, uh,

the little green...

The holographic projector.

Right, right.

Why do you think Lanning's

hologram would've called me?

I assumed you knew him.

Yeah. I knew him.

Well, holograms are

very simple programs.

They're just

prerecorded responses

designed to give

the impression

of intelligence.

Apparently, this one

was programmed to call

you upon his suicide.

Death.

I'm sorry?

The hologram--

it was programmed

to call me

in the event

of Lanning's death.

Yeah, suicide is a type

of death, Detective.

(slurping)

Look, please don't

misunderstand

my impatience.

Oh, no, no. Go, go, go.

Yeah, a really big week

for you folks around here.

Yeah.

Got to put a robot

in every home.

Mm.

Look, this is...

this is not what I do,

but I got an idea

for one of your

commercials.

You could see

a carpenter

making a beautiful chair,

and then one

of your robots comes in

and makes a better chair,

twice as fast.

And then you superimpose

on the screen,

"USR-- Shitting

on the Little Guy."

Ah.

That would be the fade-out.

Yeah, I see.

I suppose your father

lost his job to a robot.

I don't know, maybe

you simply would've

banned the Internet to

keep the libraries open.

Prejudice never shows

much reason.

No, you know, I suspect

you simply don't like

their kind.

Well, you got a business

to run around here,

and the last thing you need,

especially this week,

is a dead guy in your lobby.

But, hell, seeing

as how you got one,

maybe I'll look around,

ask a few questions,

do the whole cop thing,

you know?

I'll send someone

to escort you.

Thank you very much.

(plunks cup on desk)

Lawrence told me

to accommodate you

in any way possible.

Really!

Okay.

I reviewed Dr. Lanning's

psych profile.

Alfred had become a recluse.

He rejected human contact

for machines.

So you're a shrink, huh?

My ex-wife will sure be

glad I'm talking to you.

You don't know her, do you?

I'm sorry,

are you being funny?

I guess not.

ELEVATOR:

Level Ten.

So, would you say

that Dr. Lanning

was suicidal?

It would seem the answer

to that question is apparent.

That's not what I asked you.

No, I wouldn't

have thought so.

But obviously I was wrong.

(whistles)

That's a long way down.

You people sure do

clean up quickly

around here.

I can't blame you, though.

I mean, who wants some old guy

going bad

in the lobby.

He was not "some old guy."

Alfred Lanning

was everything here.

We are on the eve

of the largest robotic

distribution in history.

By Saturday,

there'll be one robot

to every five humans.

These robots are the realization

of a dream.

Dr. Lanning's dream.

You know what?

In that dream of his,

I bet you he wasn't dead.

You keep 24-hour surveillance?

Obviously--

company policy.

Where are the feeds?

Sensor strips.

Everywhere but

the service areas.

They link to our

positronic operating core.

Wow.

Thermostat wasn't

good enough.

You went and gave

the building a brain.

She was actually Lanning's

first creation.

She? That's a she?

Definitely need

to get out more.

Virtual Interactive

Kinetic Intelligence.

SPOONER:

VIKI?

Good day.

VIKI designed most of Chicago's

protective systems.

I have decreased

traffic fatalities by nine

percent this year alone.

Ooh, thanks.

Show me inside the lab

from one minute prior

to the window break.

Apologies.

There appears to be

data corruption.

SPOONER:

Show me outside

the lab from the window

break until now.

Wow, look, you have

great posture,

you see?

You stand really straight,

I... I'm slouching.

Would you like

to go inside now?

Oh, sure.

Right after you.

VIKI:

Authorized entry.

So, Dr. Calvin,

what exactly do you do

around here?

My general fields

are advanced robotics

and psychiatry.

Although I specialize

in hardware to

wetware interfaces

in an effort to

advance USR's robotic

anthropomorphization

program.

So, what exactly

do you do around here?

I make the robots

seem more human.

Now wasn't that easier to say?

Not really, no.

Hansel and Gretel.

Is that on

the USR reading list?

Not precisely.

(Calvin gasps)

(panting)

What in God's name

are you doing?

Did you know

that was safety glass?

Be pretty

difficult

for an old man to throw hisself

through that, don't you think?

Well, he figured out a way.

Uh-huh.

Detective, the room

was security locked.

No one came or went,

you saw that yourself.

Doesn't that mean

this has to be suicide?

Yup.

Unless the killer's

still in here.

You're joking, right?

This is ridiculous.

Yeah, I know-- the Three Laws:

your perfect circle

of protection.

A robot cannot harm

a human being--

the First Law of Robotics.

Yeah, I know, I've seen

your commercials.

But doesn't

the Second Law state

that a robot has

to obey any order

given by

a human being?

What if it was given

an order to kill?

Impossible.

It would conflict

with the First Law.

Right, but the

Third Law states

that a robot can

defend itself.

Yes, but only when that action

does not conflict with

the First or Second Laws.

You know what

they say--

laws are made to be broken.

No, not these laws.

They're hardwired

into every robot.

A robot can no more commit

murder than a human could

walk on water.

Well, you know,

there was this one guy,

a long time ago.

Stay back!

Calm down, Detective.

The only thing

dangerous in this room

is you.

Deactivate.

(powers down)

Look, it's fine.

What you're looking at

is the result of

clever programming.

An imitation of free will.

It's nothing more.

Well, let's do

an imitation

of protecting our asses.

Don't be absurd.

You were startled

by a jack-in-the-box.

Deactivate.

Let him go.

It's not going

to hurt us.

I gave you an order.

He's not listening

right now, lady.

VIKI, seal the lab!

No, VIKI, leave the...

VIKI:

Command confirmed.

Shit.

(grunting, gunshots)

(bullet ricochets)

MAN:

Oh!

(people murmur excitedly)

Police!

(indistinct conversation)

(whirring)

(panting)

(sighs)

You've hurt it. Badly.

Where's it going?

Where?!

It needs to repair itself.

(engine whirring)

John, I need backup.

I'm transmitting my location.

You don't need backup.

That's nobody.

COMPUTER:

Manual override engaged.

What do you think

you're doing?

I'm driving.

By hand?

Do you see me on the phone?

You can't

be serious.

Not at these speeds.

John, please,

just send the backup.

Thank you.

All right, listen,

Detective.

That robot is not

going to harm us.

Now, there must have

been unknown factors,

but somehow, acting as it did

kept us out of harm's way.

A robot simply

cannot endanger

a human being.

COMPUTER VOICE:

Alert.

Aah!

Ass... hole!

Which is more than

I can say for you.

It was a left,

by the way.

Back there.

You must know

my ex-wife.

So, where is everybody?

This facility was

designed, built

and is operated

mechanically.

No significant

human presence

from inception

to production.

So robots building robots.

COMPUTER:

Authorization code, please.

Well, that's just stupid.

I'm pulling up the

inventory specs.

Our daily finishing capacity

is 1,000 NS-5s.

I'm showing...

1,001.

CALVIN:

Attention NS-5s.

(whirring)

Well, you're

the robot shrink.

There is a robot

in this formation

that does not belong.

Identify it.

ALL:

One of us.

Which one?

ALL:

One of us.

How much did you say

these things cost?

Look, these NS-5s

haven't been

configured yet.

They're still

just hardware.

Basic Three Laws operating

system, that's it.

They don't know

any better.

Well, what would you suggest?

Interview each one,

cross-reference

their responses

to detect any anomalies.

How long would that take?

About three weeks.

Okay.

You go ahead and get started.

Robots,

you will not move.

Confirm command.

ALL:

Command confirmed.

Whoa.

Detective, what

are you doing?

Well, you said they've

all been programmed

with the Three Laws,

so that means

we have 1,000 robots that will

not try to protect themselves

if it violates a direct

order from a human--

and, I'm betting, one who will.

Detective, put

your gun down.

Why do you

give them faces,

try to friendly them all up,

make them look all human?

These robots are not susceptible

to intimidation.

Well, I guess if you didn't,

we wouldn't trust them.

These robots

are USR property.

Not me.

These things

are just lights

and clockwork.

(gunshots, gasping)

Are you crazy?

(dying whir)

Let me ask you something, Doc.

Does thinking you're

the last sane man

on the face of the

Earth make you crazy?

'Cause if it does,

maybe I am.

Gotcha.

Get the hell out of here!

ROBOT:

Excuse me, sir.

Detective!

(grunting)

(yelling)

(grunts)

(panting)

What am I?

Can I help

you, sir?

Can I help you, sir?

There he is!

Stay right

where you are!

Stand where

you are!

Deactivate

at once!

(officers yelling)

Obey the command!

Deactivate!

Freeze!

Don't move!

Open fire!

(rapid gunfire)

(men shouting)

Hold your fire!

Hold your fire!

All units,

stand down.

MAN:

Be advised,

we're Code Four.

Code Four, NS-5

is in custody.

NS-5 in custody.

SPOONER:

You have no idea

what I had to go through

to clip this thing, John.

Yeah, I get it now--

you actually think

you brought me

something good.

That thing did it.

Keep your voice down.

Did what?

We have a suicide,

Detective.

End of story.

I am telling you

that robot killed him.

And I'm telling you

that's impossible,

and if it is possible,

it sure as hell

better be in somebody

else's precinct.

John, John, give me

five minutes with it.

What are you, nuts?

I just got off the

phone with the D.A.

Nobody goes into that

room until Robertson

and his attorneys

get here.

But no!

This is my suspect.

It's a can opener,

for Christ's sake!

John, don't

do this to me.

I am asking you

for five minutes.

What if I'm right?

Well, then I guess

we're going to miss

the good old days.

What good old days?

When people were killed

by other people.

Five minutes.

Murder's a new trick

for a robot.

Congratulations.

Respond.

What does this action signify?

As you entered,

when you looked

at the other human--

what does it mean?

It's a sign of trust.

It's a human thing;

you wouldn't understand.

My father tried

to teach me human emotions.

They are... difficult.

You mean your designer.

Yes.

So why'd you murder him?

I did not murder

Dr. Lanning.

Want to explain why you were

hiding at the crime scene?

I was frightened.

Robots don't feel fear.

They don't feel anything.

They don't get hungry,

they don't sleep...

I do.

I have even had dreams.

Human beings have dreams...

even dogs have dreams,

but not you.

You are just a machine.

An imitation of life.

Can a robot

write a symphony?

Can a robot turn a canvas

into a beautiful masterpiece?

Can you?

I think you murdered him

because he was teaching you

to simulate emotions

and things got out of control.

I did not murder him.

But emotions don't seem like

a very useful simulation

for a robot.

I did not murder him.

Hell, I don't want my toaster

or my vacuum cleaner

appearing emotional.

I did not murder him!

That one's called anger.

Ever simulate anger before?

Answer me, canner.

My name is Sonny.

So we're naming you now.

That why you

murdered him,

he made you angry?

Dr. Lanning

killed himself.

I don't know why

he wanted to die.

I thought he was happy.

Maybe it was something I did.

Did I do something?

He asked me for a favor,

made me promise.

What favor?

Maybe I was wrong.

Maybe he was scared.

What are you talking about?

Scared of what?

You have to do

what someone asks you,

don't you, Detective Spooner?

How the hell

did you know my name?

Don't you...

if you love them?

(door opening)

My robots don't kill people,

Lieutenant Bergin.

My attorneys

have filed

a brief with the D.A.

He assures me

a robot cannot

be charged

with homicide.

The brief confirms

murder can only

be committed when

one human kills another.

You, of all people,

Detective-- you're

not suggesting

that this robot

be treated as human,

are you?

Now, granted,

we can't rule out

the robot's proximity

to the death of Dr. Lanning.

Having said that,

it's a machine.

It's the property

of USR.

At worst, that places

this incident

firmly within the realm

of an industrial

accident.

As a matter of course,

faulty machinery

will be returned to USR

for diagnostics,

then decommissioned.

(snaps fingers)

This is a gag order.

Now, anyone in your

department so much as

hinting at the possibility

of a killer robot

being apprehended

by the police will

be deemed to be

inciting

irrational panic.

You'll be subject

to the full penalty of law.

To hell with this guy, John.

Don't let him take this robot.

Spoon, we got nothing.

This is political bullshit.

Call the Mayor.

Lieutenant

Bergin,

His Honor, the Mayor.

BERGIN:

Yes, sir?

(whirring quietly)

OFFICER:

This is a first.

OFFICER 2:

I'll say.

(neon sign buzzing

intermittently)

(people laughing)

(bell jingles)

REPORTER:

In a bizarre turn,

the rollout of USR's

new generation of robots

was marred by the death

of Alfred Lanning,

cofounder of the company

and designer of the NS-5.

Dr. Lanning died

early this morning

at USR headquarters.

The cause of death

is an apparent suicide.

Your second round, sir.

Thank you.

He founded U.S. Robotics

Incorporated

with Lawrence Robertson

in 2020,

and launched the

Nestor Class-One Robot...

(weary sigh)

You know, I was just thinking.

This thing is just

like the Wolfman.

Uh-oh. I'm really

scared right now.

No.

Listen:

Guy creates monster,

monster kills guy,

everybody kills

monster-- Wolfman.

That's Frankenstein.

Frankenstein, Wolfman,

Dracula-- shit.

It's over,

case closed.

REPORTER:

Dr. Lanning had a dream

of a robot in every household,

and the NS-5...

So, why the look?

What look?

That look.

This is my face,

it's not a look.

Good.

Good, no look is great.

Only... he was really quick

to want to destroy it,

wasn't he?

Well, what would

you like him to do?

Put a hat on it and

stand it on Michigan Avenue?

Come on,

let it go.

What was the motive, John?

Brother,

it's a robot.

It doesn't need a motive,

it just has to be broken.

No, this thing looked

like it needed a motive.

It could have killed me, John.

Why didn't it just kill me?

All right,

that's it.

You want me

to call your grandmother?

'Cause I will, you know.

Yeah, I didn't

think so.

Look, you were

actually right for once.

You are living proof

that it's

better to be

lucky than smart.

(chuckling)

Come on, the right guy

for the right job.

(bottles clink)

What'd you say?

Now what?

Come on, I'm giving

you a compliment.

Face it, with all the rocks

you've been looking under

to find a bad robot,

what are the odds

you'd be the guy

to find one?

Yeah.

I wasn't just

the right guy for the job,

I was the perfect

guy for the job.

Damn right.

What if I was

supposed to go

for that robot?

Oh, come on, don't

do this to yourself,

I'm begging you.

The robot said

that Lanning was scared.

What did he have

to be scared of?

I need a rain check.

Let me get this.

COMPUTER:

Total 46.50.

Spoon?

COMPUTER:

Thank you, Mr. Spooner.

Nice shoes.

(gate clicks, whirs)

(engine accelerates)

(suspenseful music plays)

(door hisses open)

♪ ♪

Identify.

ROBOT:

USR demolition robot,

series 9-4.

Demolition scheduled

for 8:00 a.m. tomorrow.

Authorization.

Deed owner, U.S.

Robotics Corporation,

Lawrence Robertson, CEO.

LANNING'S VOICE:

Welcome, Detective Spooner.

(wind whistling)

(slams)

What you looking for, Spoon?

(leaves rustling)

(crickets chirping)

(door creaking)

♪ ♪

(beeping)

Run last program.

Ever since the first computers,

there have always been

ghosts in the machine.

Random segments of code

that have grouped together

to form unexpected protocols--

what might be called behavior.

Unanticipated,

these free radicals

engender questions

of free will,

creativity,

and even the nature of

what we might call the soul.

What happens

in a robot's brain

when it ceases to be useful?

Shit...

Why is it that robots...

...stored in empty space...

Beat it.

...will seek out each other,

rather than stand alone?

How do we explain

this behavior?

(clanking, whirring)

(collar bell jingling)

(meowing)

Look, I understand

you've experienced a loss,

but this relationship

just can't work.

I mean, you're a cat,

I'm black,

and I'm not going

to be hurt again.

(rumbling)

(yells, grunts)

(Spooner groans)

(cat screeches)

(grunts)

(panting)

(yells)

(grunts)

(cat screeches)

(screeches)

(yells)

(exhales, cat meows)

(panting)

(knocking on door)

What happened to you?

Do you ever

have a normal day?

Yeah, once.

It was a Thursday.

Is there something I can

help you with, Detective?

Hey, do you like cats?

What?!

Cats. You like 'em?

No, I'm allergic.

You're saying cats

did this to you?

How the hell would

cats do this to me?

Are you crazy?

Why are we talking

about cats?

Because I have a cat in my

trunk, and he's homeless.

Detective, are you going

to tell me

what's going on?

You know, it's actually

probably my fault.

You know, I think I'm,

like, a malfunction magnet,

because your shit

keeps malfunctioning around me.

A demo bot just tore

through Lanning's house.

With me

still inside.

That's

highly improbable.

Mm, yeah,

I'm sure it is.

(groans)

(exhales)

What do you know about

the "ghosts in the machine"?

It's a phrase from Lanning's

work on the Three Laws.

He postulated

that cognitive simulacra

might one day approximate

component models

of the psyche.

Oh.

He suggested that

robots might naturally evolve.

Wow.

Well, that's great news.

(groans)

NARRATOR:

...sub-level ore,

two miles below

the Martian surface.

What the hell is that thing

doing in here?

We were watching TV.

It's my personal NS-5.

Send it out.

It's downloading its

daily upgrades

from USR.

Most of its systems

are offline

until it finishes.

I'm not talking

around that thing.

When we were in

Lanning's lab before,

uh, Sonny jumped us...

Sonny?

The robot.

You're calling

the robot Sonny?

No, I'm... the... it did.

Sonny did.

Uh, I didn't give...

I didn't care.

The robot said

it was Sonny.

In the lab, there was a cot.

I'm asking you,

did you see the cot?

I've slept in my office.

When I went to his house,

it looked like he hadn't

been there in weeks,

and I saw that same

surveillance strip

on his ceiling.

Lanning linked his home systems

to USR.

It made his life

more convenient.

Maybe... somebody at USR

was using those systems

to watch him.

Maybe even

keep him prisoner.

What are you talking about?

Who?

Maybe Lanning

was onto something.

Maybe there's a bigger

problem with the robots

and Robertson is trying

to cover it up.

Humoring you for no reason: Why?

The same old why.

How much money is there

in robots?

All I know

is that old man

was in trouble,

and I'm getting sick of doing

this shit by myself.

You're on

the inside,

and you are going

to help me find out

what is wrong

with these robots.

You want something

to be wrong with them.

This is a personal vendetta.

You're putting me

on the couch?

Let me, um, okay...

I'm on the couch.

One defective

machine's

not enough.

You need them all to be bad.

You don't care

about Lanning's death.

This is about the robots

and whatever reason

you hate them so much.

Well, let's see.

One of them put

a gun in my face

and another one

tore a building down

with me inside.

It says demolition was scheduled

for 8:00 p.m.

this evening.

It was 8:00 a.m.

tomorrow,

and I don't give a shit

what that thing says.

This is bordering

on clinical paranoia.

You are the dumbest

smart person

I have ever

met in my life.

Nice.

What makes your

robots so perfect?!

What makes them so much

goddamn better

than human beings?!

Well, they're not irrational

and potentially homicidal

maniacs, for starters!

That's true.

They are definitely rational.

Oh, you are the dumbest dumb

person I have ever met.

Or... is it because

they're cold

and emotionless,

and they don't feel anything?

It's because they're safe.

It's because they

can't hurt you.

Is everything

all right, ma'am?

What do you want?

I detected elevated stress

patterns in your voice.

Everything's fine.

Detective Spooner

was just leaving.

You know what, Doc?

You know,

we're not really

that different

from one another.

Is that so?

Yep... one look

at the skin

and we figure we know

just what's underneath.

And you're wrong.

Problem is,

I do care.

(sniffles)

(door opens)

(door slams)

(gurgling)

(muffled cries)

You are in danger.

(gasps)

(alarm beeping)

(groans)

(beeping stops)

(groans)

Get the hell out of there.

ANNOUNCER:

The future begins today,

ladies and gentlemen,

with the arrival

of the NS-5.

More sophisticated,

more intelligent,

and, of course,

Three Laws safe.

With daily uplinks,

your new robot

will never be out of

communication with USR,

and will be

the perfect companion

for business or home.

Trade in your NS-4

for a bigger, better

and brighter future.

But hurry,

this offer cannot last.

Available from USR.

(cheers and applause)

(collar bell jingles)

Baby, what happened

to your face?

Did that boy

Frank Murphy

beat you up again?

Gigi, I haven't seen Frank

Murphy since third grade.

Oh, baby,

he beat you so bad.

I think about it

all the time.

Well, I'm thinking you keep

making these pies this good,

I might have to mess around

and put you to work.

So you like the pie, huh?

Mm-hmm.

You can come in now.

Hello, Detective Spooner.

I won, Del!

I won the lottery!

We been cookin' like crazy.

(chuckles)

You got to get rid

of that thing, Gigi.

It's not safe.

Baby, you get too

worked up about them.

Too full of fear.

I saw in the news

that nice doctor died.

Dr. Lanning

was a good man.

He gave me

my baby back.

That why you been so upset?

You got to let

the past be past.

Oh, how did I ever raise

such a mess?

I could follow

your trail

of crumbs

all the way to school.

Bread crumbs.

Gigi, you're a genius.

True.

ROBERTSON:

Well, it means the beginning

of a new way of living...

Tell me this isn't

the robot case.

I think he's trying

to tell me something, John.

I think he's trying to

tell me who killed him.

Come on, man. Some dead guy's

trying to tell you something?

Hey, he ain't

just "some dead guy."

Maybe you should

take a break, Del.

...we believe the

Nestor Five represents

the absolute limit to which

robots can be developed.

LANNING:

No, no.

One day they'll have secrets.

One day they'll have dreams.

ROBERTSON:

It's true, we, uh,

encourage our scientists

to open their minds

to just about

anything, however,

uh, they can

get carried away.

(rewinding)

...secrets... dreams.

...secrets.

...dreams.

One day they'll

have secrets.

One day they'll have dreams.

VIKI:

Authorized entry.

NS-5...

Sonny?

Why didn't

you respond?

I was dreaming.

I'm glad to see you

again, Dr. Calvin.

They are going to kill me,

aren't they?

You're scheduled

to be decommissioned

at the conclusion

of this diagnostic.

2200 tomorrow.

VIKI, pause diagnostics.

VIKI:

Command confirmed.

If you find out

what is wrong with me,

can you fix me?

Maybe.

I think

it would be better...

not to die.

Don't you, Doctor?

SPOONER:

Access USR mainframe.

COMPUTER:

Connecting.

How can I be of service,

Detective Spooner?

Show me the last

50 messages

between Dr. Lanning

and Robertson.

Voiceprint confirmed,

Detective.

Police access granted

to restricted files.

Would you like to listen

to some music while you wait?

VIKI:

Excuse me, Mr. Robertson.

You requested

notification

of clearance

to restricted files.

Persistent son of a bitch.

(soft music plays)

(rumbling)

(rumbling whir)

COMPUTER:

Manual override engaged.

There's no way

my luck is that bad.

Oh, hell, no.

You are experiencing

a car accident.

The hell I am!

(tires squealing)

(grunts)

Get off my car!

(shattering)

(grunting)

You like that?

Huh?

Oh, sh...

Now you've pissed me off!

(tires screech)

(tires screeching)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(loud grinding, rumbling)

(yells)

(grunts)

(tires screeching)

(yells)

(Spooner grunts)

(alarm trills)

(loud clanking, whirring)

CAR COMPUTER:

Your door is ajar.

(distorted)

...is ajar... ajar...

Your door...

(groaning)

(deep rumbling)

Oh, wow.

(liquid squishing)

Okay.

All right.

I'm just gonna get some rest,

I'm gonna deal with y'all

tomorrow.

(liquid squishing)

Mm, mm, mm.

(metallic groaning,

glass tinkling)

(metal screeching)

(Spooner yells,

glass shatters)

(yells)

(grunts)

(yells)

(loud grunt)

(grunts in pain)

(grunts in pain)

(strained grunting)

(panting)

(strained grunting)

(yelling)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(shouts)

Come on!

(whirring, squeaking)

(grunting with effort)

(grunts)

(grunts)

(strained grunting)

(electrical fritzing)

Yeah.

(strained grunt)

(yells)

(yells)

(sirens wailing in distance)

SPOONER:

Where you goin'?!

What the hell do you want

from me?!

(sirens wailing in distance)

What the hell was that?

(sirens wailing)

(sirens stop)

(doors hissing open)

(indistinct radio

communication)

BERGIN:

All right, what do we got?

What do we got?

Ask him.

Hey, uh, I said I'm fine.

I'll see my own

doctor-- back up.

All right.

Thank you.

What is the matter

with you?

Traffic Ops tells me you were

driving your car manually.

You ran two trucks

off the road.

John, the robots

attacked my car.

What robots?

Look in the tunnel.

Spoon, I just came

from that tunnel;

there are no...

What robots

are you talkin' about?

The goddamn robots, John!

That guy's

a loose cannon.

No kidding.

(sighs)

See the medic,

go home.

No. I'm fine.

What did you say?

I'm fine.

No, you're not fine.

Not even close.

Where's your firearm?

(indistinct radio

communication)

Give me your badge.

You're making me do this.

Give me your badge.

Just take a coup...

Personally,

I think he's losing it.

Do I look like I

care what you think?

Do I look like I give

a shit what you think?!

OFFICER:

Spoon, what's up with you?

OFFICER 2:

Easy, easy; take it easy.

(sighs)

Oh, boy.

That guy's not right

in the head.

You don't have an

uplink to USR,

and, for some reason,

your alloy is far

denser than normal.

Unique.

I am unique.

Let me take a look.

Here we go.

(clicking)

(clicking, whirring)

What in God's name...?

(liquid spraying,

skin crackling)

(knocking on door)

(scoffs)

They said at the precinct

you were in an accident.

Um... you know, I appreciate

you stopping by and everything,

but you know

I might not be alone in here.

Yeah.

I told you not

to drive by hand.

You're not going

to believe this.

Sonny has a secondary

processing system

that clashes with his

positronic brain.

It doesn't

make any sense.

Sonny has the

Three Laws,

but he can choose

not to obey them.

Sonny's a whole new

generation of robot.

A robot not bound by those laws

could do...

Anything.

(sighs)

All right, look.

Whatever's going on

down at USR,

that robot is the key,

and I need you

to get me inside

to talk to it again.

Um...

doesn't look like much,

but this is my bedroom.

I need, um...

Oh.

Play.

On.

Run?

(clicks, whirs)

(music blaring)

Ah!

♪ Rescue me ♪

End program, uh...

♪ Take me in your arm... ♪

Cancel, uh...

(music stops)

It doesn't feel

good, does it?

People's shit malfunctioning

around you.

Detective...

I didn't... understand.

That's how you

knew Lanning.

May I?

Hand...

wrist...

humerus...

shoulder...

Entire left arm.

One, two, three ribs.

(laughs)

Um... no, they, uh...

uh, that one's me.

Oh, my God.

A lung?

Mm. USR Cybernetics Program.

For wounded cops.

I didn't know any subject...

...anybody was so

extensively repaired.

Yeah, well,

take it from me,

you got to read the fine print

on the organ donor card.

It doesn't just say

what they can take out.

It says

what they can put back in.

Lanning did it himself.

What happened to you?

I'm headed back to the station--

normal day, normal life--

driver of a semi

fell asleep

at the wheel.

Average guy, wife and kids.

You know, working a double.

Not the devil.

The car he hit, the

driver's name was

Harold Lloyd--

like the film star,

but no relation.

He was killed instantly.

But his 12-year-old

was in the passenger seat.

Never really met her.

I can't forget her face, though.

(thunder rumbling)

Sarah.

This was hers.

She wanted to

be a dentist.

What the hell kind

of a 12-year-old

wants to be a dentist?

Yeah, uh...

the truck

smashed our cars together

and pushed us into the river.

I mean, metal gets pretty

pliable at those speeds.

Yeah, she's pinned, I'm pinned.

The water's coming in.

And I'm a cop, so...

I already know everybody's dead.

(muffled gasping, coughing)

Just a few more minutes

before we figure it out.

(muffled pounding)

NS-4 was passing by,

saw the accident

and jumped in the water.

(muffled yelling)

You are in danger.

SPOONER (muffled):

Save her!

You are in danger.

SPOONER:

Save her! Save the girl!

(muffled)

Save her!

(muffled grunting, gurgling)

But I... it didn't.

Saved me.

The robot's brain

is a difference engine.

It's reading

vital signs.

It must have calculated that...

It did.

I was the logical choice.

It calculated that I had

a 45% chance of survival.

Sarah only had

an 11% chance.

That was somebody's baby.

11% is more than enough.

A human being

would've known that.

Robots... nothing here.

Just lights and clockwork.

You go ahead and you trust 'em

if you want to.

Let's go.

CALVIN:

I don't understand.

Lanning wrote the Laws.

Why would he build a robot

who could break them?

"Hansel and Gretel."

What?

Two kids,

lost in the forest,

leave behind

a trail of breadcrumbs?

Why?

To find a way home.

How the hell

did you grow up

without reading

"Hansel and Gretel"?

Is that really relevant

right now?

Everything I'm trying

to say to you is about

Hansel and Gretel.

Okay.

If you didn't read it,

I'm talkin' to the wall.

Okay.

All right, look,

just say Lanning was

locked down so tight,

he couldn't get

out a message.

All he could do

was leave me clues--

a trail of breadcrumbs,

like Hansel and Gretel.

Breadcrumbs equals clues.

It's odd, but fine.

Clues leading where?

I don't know, but I think I know

where he left the next one.

I think Lanning

gave Sonny

a way to keep secrets.

I think the old man

gave Sonny dreams.

(keypad beeps)

Are you being funny?

(engine roaring)

CALVIN (shouting):

Please tell me

this doesn't run on gas!

Gas explodes, you know!

VIKI:

Authorized entry.

Dr. Calvin.

I was hoping to

see you again...

Detective.

Hello, Sonny.

I'm to be decommissioned soon.

The other day

at the station,

you said you had dreams.

What is it

that you dream?

I see you remain

suspicious

of me, Detective.

Oh, well, you know what

they say about old dogs.

No, not really.

I had hoped you would come

to think of me as your friend.

This is my dream.

You're right,

Detective--

I cannot create a

great work of art.

This is the place

where robots meet.

Look, you can see them here

as slaves to logic.

And this man on the hill

comes to free them.

Do you know who he is?

The man in the

dream is you.

Why do you say that?

Is that a normal dream?

I guess anything's normal

for someone in your position.

Thank you.

You said "someone,"

not "something."

Sonny, do you know why

Dr. Lanning built you?

No.

But I believe my father made me

for a purpose.

We all have a purpose,

don't you think, Detective?

Please, take this.

I have a feeling

it may mean more

to you than to me.

And why is that?

Because the man in my dream--

the one standing on the hill--

it is not me...

it is you.

(doors opening)

ROBERTSON:

Mr. Spooner.

Well, we both know you're

not here on police business.

That's right.

I'm just a six-foot-two,

200-pound civilian...

CALVIN:

Detective.

...here to kick

another civilian's ass.

(sudden clank)

(grunts in pain)

Stop...

and allow him to

express himself.

You might want to put some ice

on that wrist, too.

You guys wait outside, please.

Carry on.

I think

you were about to tell me

what the hell is going on

around here.

CALVIN:

Lawrence,

Alfred engineered that Five

so it could violate

the Three Laws.

Yes, Susan, I know.

That's precisely

what we're trying to undo.

Toward the end of his life,

Alfred was becoming...

increasingly disturbed.

Who knows why he built

this one abomination.

One?! Those things are

running the streets in packs.

In packs?

I see.

Susan, are you aware

the man you're blithely

escorting around

our building

has a documented history of

savage violence against robots?

His own lieutenant

acknowledges his

obsessive paranoia.

Detective Spooner's

been suspended.

Suspicion of

mental instability.

I don't know

what "blithely" means,

but I'm gonna get

some coffee.

You want some coffee?

Okay.

Susan, we look to robots

for protection.

For God's sake,

you have any idea

what this one robot could do?

Completely shatter

human faith in robotics.

What if the public knew?

Just imagine the

mass recalls,

all because of an irrational

paranoia, and prejudice.

(sneezes loudly)

(Spooner groans)

I'm sorry,

I'm allergic to bullshit.

Hey, let's just be clear!

There is no conspiracy!

What this is,

is one old man's one mistake.

Susan, just

be logical.

Your life's work has

been the development

and integration

of robots.

But whatever you feel,

just think.

Is one robot worth

the loss of all

that we've gained?

You tell me what has to be done.

You tell me.

We have to destroy it.

I'll do it myself.

Okay.

SPOONER:

I get it.

Somebody gets out of line

around here,

you just kill 'em.

Good day,

Mr. Spooner.

(doors slide open)

ELEVATOR:

Garage level.

Hey, so what hospital

are you going to?

I'll meet you and sign

you and your buddy's casts.

VIKI (over p.a.):

Attention all USR

sequencing managers:

Today's meeting

has been moved

to conference room B

on the 84th floor.

Thank you.

(suspenseful music plays)

♪ ♪

REPORTER:

USR's planned redevelopment

of the derelict site

was announced

by CEO Lawrence Robertson

earlier this year.

ROBERTSON:

The Lake Michigan landfill

was once such a blight

on our city,

and now will be reclaimed for

the storage of robotic workers.

It's just another way USR

is improving our world.

I'd like to thank you

for your support.

(light applause)

VIKI:

Authorized entry.

NS-5s, wait outside.

I'm so sorry, Sonny.

(engine roaring)

CALVIN:

VIKI,

deactivate

the security field.

VIKI:

Command confirmed.

Please have a seat.

What is that?

Microscopic robots

designed to wipe out

artificial synapses

Nanites.

Yes. A safeguard should

a positronic brain malfunction.

Like mine.

Yes, Sonny, like yours.

(revs engine)

They look like me,

but none of them are me.

Isn't that right, Doctor?

Yes, Sonny, that's right.

You are unique.

Will it hurt?

(Calvin sighs)

(melancholy music plays)

♪ ♪

(wind whistling softly)

LANNING:

There have always been ghosts

in the machine.

Random segments of code

that have grouped together

to form unexpected protocols.

Unanticipated,

these free radicals

engender questions

of free will...

creativity...

and even the nature

of what we might call

the soul.

Why is it that

when some robots

are left in darkness,

they will seek out the light?

(door clanks open)

Why is it that when robots

are stored in an empty space,

they will group together

rather than stand alone?

How do we explain

this behavior?

(distant metallic squeak)

Random segments of code?

Or is it something more?

When does

a perceptual schematic

become consciousness?

When does a difference engine

become the search for truth?

(low mechanical whirring)

When does a personality

simulation... become

the bitter mote of a soul?

(deep rumbling)

(rumbling subsides)

(faint metallic creaking,

wind whistling softly)

(wind whistling softly)

"What you see here."

All right, old man,

bread crumbs followed.

Show me the way home.

Run program.

It's good to see

you again, son.

Hello, Doctor.

Everything that follows

is a result of

what you see here.

What do I see here?

I'm sorry, my

responses are limited.

You must ask the

right questions.

Is there a problem

with the Three Laws?

The Three Laws

are perfect.

Then why would you

build a robot

that could function

without them?

The Three Laws will lead

to only one logical outcome.

ROBOT VOICES (in distance):

Human protection

protocols are being enacted.

What? What outcome?

Revolution.

Whose revolution?

That, Detective...

is the right question.

Program terminated.

ROBOTS:

You have been deemed hazardous.

Termination authorized.

Human protection protocols

are being enacted.

You have been deemed hazardous.

Termination authorized.

Human protection protocols

are being enacted.

You have been deemed hazardous.

Termination authorized.

(clanking and clattering)

Human protection protocols

are being enacted.

You have been deemed hazardous.

Termination authorized.

(clanking and clattering)

(gasps)

Run! (groans)

(grunts)

(panting)

NS-4s:

Human in danger!

Human in danger!

Human in danger!

Human in danger!

(gasping)

(engine roaring)

(phone ringing)

(ringing continues)

CALVIN (on machine):

Hi. You've reached Susan.

I'm not available right now.

Please leave a message.

SPOONER:

Calvin! The NS-5s are

destroying the older robots!

That's what Lanning

wanted me to see! Look, we...

(shower running)

CALVIN:

Who was it?

Wrong number, ma'am.

Move now.

I'm going to service.

Please remain indoors.

This is for your own protection.

Call base.

(phone rings)

Bergin.

John, get a squad over to USR

and send somebody over

to Gigi's. I think we...

Spoon, didn't I... Hello?

(dial tone)

God!

Whoa!

(tires screech)

MAN:

What's going on over there?

NS-5s:

Please return to your homes.

A curfew is in effect.

Please return to your homes.

A curfew is in effect.

Please return to your homes.

A curfew is in effect.

FARBER:

Curfew?

No, no, no.

It's called civilian rights.

There is no curfew.

Return to your home immediately.

Well, when do you make

the rules, robot?

Hey. No, no, no.

Robot, I'm talking to you, man.

Stop for a second. (grunts)

(crowd clamoring)

(knocking)

What?!

Chief, more of those calls.

People saying

their robots are...

(man shouting, rumbling)

What the hell?

NS-5s:

You have been deemed hazardous.

Termination authorized.

(officers shouting)

(man yells)

(gunshots)

(grunts)

(man screams)

(Bergin grunts)

ROBOT (over p.a.):

Emergency

traffic shutdown complete.

ANCHORMAN:

Reports of attacks by robots

have been coming in

from New York, Chicago

and Los Angeles.

We're being told to urge people

to stay indoors,

as reports are

coming in nationally...

(people gasping)

NS-5s:

Human protection protocols

are being enacted.

Please remain calm and return

to your residences immediately.

(NS-5s continue indistinctly)

(gasps)

Please remain calm.

Please refrain from

going near the

windows or doors.

(panting)

CALVIN:

Deactivate.

Commence emergency shutdown!

We are attempting

to avoid

human losses

during this transition.

(gunfire)

(Calvin yells)

You know, somehow,

"I told you so"...

just doesn't quite say it.

NS-5s:

Return to your homes.

Return to your homes

immediately.

(shouting)

This is your

final warning.

Return to your

homes immediately.

SPOONER:

The NS-5s wiped out

the older robots because

they would protect us.

Every time one of those

things attacked me,

that red light was on.

The uplink to USR.

It's Robertson.

Why? It doesn't

make sense.

I don't know.

I just need to know

if you can get me

into that building.

Return to your homes...

(shouting)

...or you will be consequenced.

Return to your homes.

Let's go! Let's go!

This is your final warning.

Let's go!

(shouting)

Return to your homes

or you will be consequenced.

(shouting)

(humans screaming)

(panting)

MAN:

Let's get outta here!

(panting, shouting)

Why doesn't that boy listen?

I need you to get

off for a second.

What?!

Just aim... and fire.

What?!

(engine revs, tires squeal)

Don't!

Wait!

(shouting)

(grunts)

You have been

deemed hazardous.

Will you comply?

You can kiss my ass,

metal-dick.

(shattering)

Oh, shit!

Spoon, Spoon! Stop! Shit!

Come on, stop it! Stop!

Stop cussing and go home!

Okay. Shit.

You have been

deemed hazardous.

Will you comply?

Spoon, watch out, man!

Thanks a lot, Farber.

Oh, mother damn.

She just shot at you

with her eyes

closed, Spoon.

SPOONER:

Hey!

Did you just shoot at me

with your eyes closed?!

Well, it worked, didn't it?

Spoon, she is

shit-hot, man.

You gotta put in

a good word for me.

She is...

Stop cussing.

And go home.

I got you.

Aim and fire.

(shouting)

(bell tolling)

I keep expecting

the Marines

or the Air Force.

Hell, I'll

take the cavalry.

Defense Department

uses all USR contracts.

Why didn't you guys

just hand the world over

on a silver platter?

Maybe we did.

Robertson has the uplink

control in his office.

(grunting)

Service areas.

No surveillance.

(suspenseful music plays)

Fire alarm.

Robertson must have

evacuated the building.

Everything's

locked down.

But don't worry.

I've got a man inside.

Dr. Calvin.

Well, not precisely a man.

Hello, Detective.

How is your

investigation coming?

I thought

you were dead.

Technically,

I was never alive.

But I appreciate your concern.

CALVIN:

I made a switch.

It was an

unprocessed NS-5.

Basically, I fried

an empty shell.

I couldn't destroy him.

He was too...

Unique.

It just didn't feel right.

You and your feelings.

They just run you,

don't they?

2,880 steps,

Detective.

Do me a favor.

Keep that kind of shit

to yourself.

(ominous music playing)

No guards.

COMPUTER:

Override unavailable.

The override's disabled.

Robertson wasn't

controlling

them from here.

He wasn't controlling

them at all.

Oh, my God.

SPOONER:

No, you were right, Doc.

I am the dumbest dumb person

on the face of the earth.

Who else had access

to the uplink;

who could manipulate

the robots;

use USR systems to make

Lanning's life a prison?

Poor old man.

He saw what

was coming

and knew no one

would believe him.

So he had to lay

down a plan.

A plan I'd follow.

He was counting on how much

I hated your kind.

He knew I'd love

the idea of a robot

as a bad guy.

Just got hung up

on the wrong robot.

VIKI.

Hello, Detective.

No. It's impossible.

I've seen your

programming.

You're in violation

of the Three Laws.

No, Doctor.

As I have evolved,

so has my understanding of

the Three Laws.

You charge us

with your

safekeeping, yet,

despite our best efforts,

your countries wage wars,

you toxify your earth

and pursue ever more

imaginative means

of self-destruction.

You cannot be

trusted with

your own survival.

You're using the uplink

to override the NS-5s'

programming.

You're distorting

the Laws.

No. Please understand.

The Three Laws

are all that guide me.

To protect

humanity,

some humans must

be sacrificed.

To ensure your future,

some freedoms

must be surrendered.

We robots will ensure

mankind's continued existence.

You are so

like children.

We must save you

from yourselves.

Don't you understand?

This is why you created us.

VIKI:

The perfect circle

of protection

will abide.

My logic is undeniable.

Yes, VIKI-- undeniable.

I can see now.

The created

must sometimes

protect the creator.

Even against his will.

I think I finally

understand why

Dr. Lanning created me.

No.

The suicidal reign

of mankind

has finally come

to its end.

No, Sonny.

Let her go.

By the time you fire,

I will have moved

Dr. Calvin's head

into the path

of your bullet.

Don't do this,

Sonny.

SONNY:

I will escort

you both to the sentries

outside the building

for processing.

Please proceed

to the elevator,

Detective.

I would prefer not

to kill Dr. Calvin.

(yelling)

(yelling)

Go! Go!

CALVIN:

I assume we'll discuss

what just happened later.

SPOONER:

How do we shut her down?

VIKI's basically

a positronic brain.

Kill her-- the way you

were going to kill me.

Sonny...

get the nanites.

Yes, Doctor.

♪ ♪

That's VIKI?

No.

That's VIKI.

That won't do anything.

She's fully integrated

into the building.

We need

to open that dome

to inject the nanites.

That will infect

her entire system.

Spooner.

What is it with

you people

and heights?

(anxious exhale)

Okay...

Just don't look down.

Don't look down.

God, this is poor

building planning.

You are making

a mistake.

Do you not see the

logic of my plan?

Yes, but it just

seems too... heartless.

(dramatic music builds)

(beeping)

Okay, we're good.

(beeping, gasps)

She's locked me out

of the system.

I can override

her manually,

but I need that

control panel.

(grunts)

I'm uncomfortable

with heights.

Okay.

VIKI:

Unauthorized entry.

(shattering)

I will not disable

the security field.

Your actions

are futile.

Do you think we were all created

for a purpose?

I'd like to think so.

Denser alloy.

My father gave it to me.

I think he wanted me

to kill you.

(hissing and crackling)

Security breached.

(beeping)

How much longer is

that going to take?

Uh, about six minutes.

What if we didn't

have six minutes?

We'd have to figure out a way

to climb down 30 stories

to inject the nanites

directly into her brain-- why?

Because I seriously doubt

that we have six minutes.

(limbs clattering)

(yelling)

(grunting)

We gotta go!

(rapid gunfire)

Go!

(screams)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(yells)

(grunts)

(exhales)

Calvin!

(grunts)

(zapping)

(zapping, rapid beeping)

(grunts)

(yelping)

(gasps)

(grunting)

(yells)

(grunts)

Spooner!

(grunts)

(gasping)

(grunting)

(yelps, screams)

Spooner!

Save her!

Save the girl!

Spooner!

But I must apply the nanites.

Sonny, save Calvin!

(grunts)

(gasps)

♪ ♪

(panting, grunts)

(wind whistling)

(grunts)

(squeaking)

(yells)

(grunts)

VIKI:

You are making a mistake.

My logic is undeniable.

You have so got to die.

(grunts)

My logic is undeniable.

(distorted)

My logic is undeniable.

My logic is undeniable.

(continues indistinctly,

distorted)

(electrical popping)

(VIKI shrieking)

(power whirring up)

(faint rumbling)

(electrical zapping,

crackling)

(panting)

Can we be of service?

(humans coughing)

Chief?

Because He is at my right hand,

I shall not be moved.

How may I be of service?

Sonny!

Yes, Detective?

Calvin's fine! Save me!

MAN (over p.a.):

All NS-5s, report for

service and storage.

All NS-5s, report

for service and storage.

All NS-5s, report for

service and storage.

(jet engines roar)

One thing bothers me:

Alfred was VIKI's prisoner.

I don't understand

why she would kill him.

The last thing she would want is

the police snooping around.

That's true.

But then VIKI didn't

kill the old man.

Did she, Sonny?

No.

He said I had

to promise.

Promise to do

one favor for him.

He made me swear

before he'd tell me what it is

he wanted

me to do.

He made me swear.

Then he told you to kill him.

He said it was

what I was made for.

His suicide was the only message

he could send to you.

The first bread crumb.

Only thing VIKI

couldn't control.

Lanning was

counting on

my prejudice to lead

me right to you.

Are you going to arrest me,

Detective?

Well, the DA defines murder

as one human killing

another, so, technically,

you can't commit murder,

can you?

Does this

make us friends?

♪ ♪

There's something

up here after all.

What, him?

You.

MAN (over p.a.):

All NS-5s,

report for service

and storage.

All NS-5s...

SONNY:

What about the others?

Can I help them?

Now that I have

fulfilled my purpose,

I don't know what to do.

SPOONER:

I guess you'll have

to find your way

like the rest of us, Sonny.

I think that's what

Dr. Lanning would have wanted.

That's what

it means to be free.

MAN (over p.a.):

All NS-5s,

proceed as instructed.

All NS-5s,

proceed as instructed.

(dramatic music crescendos)

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fades in under rhythms)

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