All language subtitles for RoboCop (The Series) - Ep. 14 - Illusions

Come on, come on, let's go!

Roll that big one!

Come on!

All right, peanuts!

Come on, get your guns!

Freeze, vermin! This is a bust!

Go, go! Go!

You missed.

My turn.

Freeze!

One more load that won't hit the streets.
Nice work.

My pleasure, sergeant.

Get them outta here.

- So?
- Hey boss, what are you doing to me, man?

I'm down at the warehouse,
I'm doing my job.

These cops have aligned your shipments. Like, maybe,
you've got a rat inside or something, you know.

And maybe that rat is you.

Let me tell you
something, my friend.

I am a poor simple businessman, trying
to make his way in an alien land.

I need to have the respect of the people who
depend on Reggie Braga for their hardware.

Man, I know you long time, Reggie. I
didn't mouth to no cops, I swear.

I'm just a lookout.

Okay, look out for this.

What? Hey, hey, I didn't do nothing,
man, it wasn't me. Come on, Reggie!

You wanted to scare me? It worked! Don't
shove me, man, it ain't funny no more!

Reggie Braga's two rules
for staying in business:

First, always have
someone to blame.

And the second?

Always punish your enemies.

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

Okay, everybody clear!

Officer Alex Murphy shot to
death in the line of duty.

Legally he's dead. We can
pretty much do what we want.

There's a new guy in town.
His name's Robocop.

Murphy, it is you.

Give us three minutes, and
we'll give you the world.

This is Media-Break with Bo
Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.

The stories we're watching at this hour: The president and
first gentleman embarked on a good-will tour at Brooklyn.

Meteors bombard
Southern California.

And cross-dressers demand
their own national day.

Here at home, Rocky,
police led by Robocop

seized another cash of illegal weapons
from a Karioka (?) town warehouse

owned by reputed underworld
boss Reggie Braga.

Mr. Braga denied any
knowledge of the weapons,

although it was a ninth raid
on his property this month.

I am a poor simple immigrant trying
to make his way in an alien land.

"Underworld"...

What's that?

I'm in the nut business.

Up next: New medical reports say French
fries are essential to your health!

Where is he? I hired a guy,
I expect him to be here.

Wait, freeze it right there.
I want Madigan to see this.

Okay, word on the street
is Reggie Braga's

blaming everyone but his grandmother
for his lost shipments.

Is that recorded
from the v-phone?

I didn't know you could access
a v-phone for surveillance.

Murphy's got a friend
at the phone company.

I cannot reveal my source.

Say no more.

Watch this, the best is yet to come.
Murph?

Hey, Magician, you can walk into
the room like everybody else.

What the hell are you
doing for me, eh?

I hired the best in the business.
I want results.

- Ambitious plans take time.
- I've got no time, the cops are killing me out there.

In a few days the OCP is unveiling their new
interceptor for the law enforcement community.

Which means a hundred more cops out there!
Are you loco?

I see it as a chance
to make a statement.

Statements I don't need. What I
need is those people out my back.

There's only one way.

I agree: Cut off the
head, the body dies.

Then do it.

You could even switch to another phone.
I'm impressed.

I'm importing a couple of hired
guns, Schmidt and Wilson.

I got you. Why do I need them?

I need them. No extra charge.

Okay.

I'm counting on you, Magician.

The next shipment is a big one.
The mother lode...

to guns and glory.

Mine!

That's it.

So who is this Magician?

- An assasin.
- Well, that much I got: Cut off the head, the body dies.

Well, that means only one thing.

- The chairman of OCP.
- They really think we'll back off if they hit the chairman?

- It would make that statement.
- Well, let's hit them first.

For what, the v-phone tap?

However Murphy got it,
it's inadmssible.

I want Braga's whole operation.

You heard what he said? The
mother lode is on its way.

Madigan, you are the detective.
Do an NCIC search on the Magician

and his hired guns,
Schmidt and Wilson.

I'm on it.

Meanwhile, no let-up
on Braga whatsoever!

All right kids,
another one here.

Now, this little trick was
shown to me by a farmer

who had a lot of work and
not enough hands to do it,

so he had to make sure that
he had enough free hands!

Thank you very much!

- You got a good audience.
- And a tough one.

Children see what is, they don't
look where you want them to.

Which, after all, is
a magician's game.

Welcome to the Rabbit's Hat!

I was raised never to accept
gifts from strangers.

Easily solved.

Adam Roland, at your
service, madam!

Or is it mademoiselle?

Detective. Madigan, Metro South.

Ah, well, what can I do for you,
detective Madigan Metro South?

Some information about magic. Or
magicians, I'm not really sure.

Why don't we start
with a demonstration?

No, no...

Nico! Soon-to-be
the Amazing Nico.

Now, pull a card from your deck.

All right, don't show it to us.

Concentrate, very, very hard.

I have it. I have it.

I ha... have it...

right... here.

The queen of hearts.

Nico?

- Not bad.
- Not bad? That was terrific!

But it's just a trick.

Exactly! Of no practical
value whatsoever.

Which is why I intend
to preserve it.

Well done, Nico. Carry on.

You see that smile on Nico's face?
That's what it's about.

He's the future. And here...

behold the bast.

Thurston.

Blackstone.

Houdini.

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

Ah... Milo the Magnificent.

In some ways...

the greatest of them all.

You really think the
chairman will go for it?

Oh wow!

I mean, go for me?

I mean... I mean...

- You know what I mean.
- He has no choice.

The VP of OCP Security Concepts
has made his decision.

- But that's you!
- Exactly.

The launch of the Mark 2
Turbo Interceptor is my show

and I need you.

- I've been reading up like you told me.
- You'll be fine.

Thank you, Eddie.

That means so much.

Of course it does.

He's expecting me. Us.

Mr. Chairman, I'd like you
to meet Tish Collier.

What?

Not now, Foster.

So, I'm to be a target, am I?

I suggest you cancel your appearance
at the Interceptor launch.

What?

That is out of the question.

Isn't it, sir?

Of course it is. My God, security is our business,
if we can't deal with this, what good are we?

Excellent point, sir.

Do I take it there has
been some kind of threat?

- Why wasn't I informed, sergeant?
- Security Concepts' memo 646:

The victim is to be notified directly
of any threat to his life or property.

Memo? Whose memo was that?

Yours.

- Maybe you missed it.
- I do not miss...

Never mind, Foster! Let's leave this to
the people who know what they're doing.

But sir, I am...

- What's going on?
- Not now, Miss Collier.

All right, this is what we got.

There are three
potential assassins.

One is the planner, calls
himself The Magician.

He's hired a hit team, sir, Schmidt and Wilson.
They're the ones we've gotta concentrate on.

Welcome! This room has been
reserved especially for you

but contents have been
sanitized and inspected!

Missing or damaged items will be added
to your bill. Check out all our...

What a dump!

You kidding? There's a condom
machine in the bathroom.

So where's the stuff?

The Magician said it's under the bed.
Let's take a look.

There it is.

And remember free ice and mints
are available at the lobby!

Nice. The Magician
thinks of everything.

Yeah, what a guy.

So, just who do we have to hit?

Top drawer, taped to the bottom.

Wow!

We gotta raise our
rates, sweetheart.

Book these felons!

Possession of illegal firearms.

That source of yours just
never dries up, does it?

Sources of information,
powers of observation.

Two requisites of a good cop.

Amen to that.

Madigan, any luck
with our assassins?

Oh, okay: Schmidt and Wilson are
linked to a dozen contract hits.

NCIC's got no photos,
no prints...

And they think one
of them's a woman.

They think?

What about The Magician?

Well, I turned up this guy, Adam Roland,
right? He's a real magician, or so he says...

and...

Madigan!

Was he of any help?

Well, he's got this old poster

of an illusionist named Milo Silvera called himself
Milo the Magnificent. Worked right here in Detroit.

That's fascinating,
Madigan, but...

But! In a costume that's a dead ringer for
the same guy we saw at Reggie Braga's.

Get him in here.

That's the kicker. Silvera went down
in a jumpliner crash 16 years ago.

You got all this from,
what's his name... Roland?

Yep.

Then squeeze him!

- We're running out of time.
- Sarge, come on!

I mean, this guy, he's a magician,
I don't think that he's gonna...

Let me guess.

Recognize this?

You were so interested in Milo Silvera, I remembered
after you left I had a robe from one of his costumes.

Thought I had the
mask, too, but...

- Could you use this?
- Yeah, that's great, thanks.

Actually, I want to talk
to you about Silvera.

How about tonight?

Tonight?

Yeah, I was thinking, you know, if
you were busy, we could, maybe...

have dinner.

And then we could talk.

Are you asking me out?

I guess I am.

What do you say?

Where?

Name it.

Do you know Antonio's bistro?

It's my favorite place.

- Okay, I'll meet you there.
- Great!

Antonio... it's great.

Oh, what time are you off?

Eight o'clock.

Great.

What? What?

You see that, man?

It's like a vault in here.

That door is so strong,
state of the art.

Hey, Joey, that's good. Are
you positive the ammo's safe?

Robocop himself couldn't
blast his way in here.

Believe it, man!

Thank you for dropping in.

Joey, speak to me!

Joey!

The problem today is that we know too
much, everything's got an explanation.

I prefer wonder, illusion.

Thanks. Take this
check, for instance.

Our sumptuous dinner,

reduced to a few sorted numbers

on a piece of paper. Now,

wouldn't it be great if
you could just make it...

disappear?

I can see how magic
could come in handy.

You have no idea.

I think I do.

So tell me about Silvera.

The poster showed him with
a boy, was that his son?

M-hm. Jamie, I think, his name was.
Oh, he was a strange kid.

He was part of the act, he was good, too.
I saw this.

What do you mean, strange?

I don't know. Different from
me, I guess, but then again,

I was just this kid from a downtown orphanage,
what they now call Family Services.

What did I know?

Where's Jamie now?

He died with his father.

That's too bad.

Another avenue of
investigation for (?) closed?

Must be serious.

It is. And I really have to go,
so why don't we split the tab?

If I can find it.

Your left sleeve.

I'm a cop.

Seems to me that a cop more than most of
people could use a little bit of a...

harmless magic in her life.

Why is that, because it's so
tough and gritty out there?

Yeah, something like that.

I mean, don't you just wanna,

you know, cut loose, get away?

Sure, sometimes,
but I resist it.

There's too much to do.

Anything else?

Just this.

- You saw it coming.
- A mile away.

The chest armor is carboceramic
laminate, titanium reinforced.

Beneath it is an array of microsensory
circuits, you can check the manual for specs.

I will.

I definitely will.

Of course it's all
very complicated.

But it does the job.
Right, Lippencot?

You could say that.

- You getting all this?
- Yes.

Oh... yes.

When you want a moment with those police
types at the unveiling of the Interceptor,

you're gonna have to be
up to speed, as it were.

Okay.

Thank you so much for
your time, it's been...

fascinating.

Carry on, Lippencot.

Sorry to put you through that, Robo, Mr.
Foster insisted.

He seems to think you're some kind
of mindless insensitive... uh...

Machine?

I'm used to it.

Yeah.

I guess you are.

This is a squad room.

As you can see, Metro South is not
one of our best running precincts.

- It looks busy.
- Chaotic is the word.

I try and help, reorganize procedures,
trying make things a little more civilized,

- but of course they resist.
- The precinct performance record is excellent.

- I looked it up.
- Pure luck.

- Excuse me!
- My fault.

She's a detective.
Can you believe it?

Really?

Have a nice time?

Yes, I did, actually.

We talked about Milo the Magnificent. Did you know
he used to make his entrance in a bolt of lightning?

What do you think about that?

I think Mr. Roland knows an
awful lot about this guy.

Well, that's the
point, isn't it?

Wait a second, Sarge,
what are you getting at?

This came in for you about an
hour ago from data central.

Report that Milo Silvera's 14-year-old son
was aboard the jumpliner's unconfirmed,

his body was not among
those recovered.

So Jamie Silvera could be alive!

Seems like it.

What, you think Adam Roland...

Oh come on, Sarge, there's no way,
he's the source, not a suspect!

Just remember, Madigan:

The Interceptor
launch is tomorrow.

So Milo Silvera's son was
never on that flight?

He was on the original passengers
list, but his name was crossed off.

- They never recovered his body.
- How about that?

If he is alive, he's changed his identity.
There's no trace of him anywhere, I've checked.

Lisa, what's all this about?

All I can tell you is there's a bad guy out there
somewhere who was a big fan of Milo the Magnificent.

- So you think...
- I think I'd better find him.

You're going? I mean, I thought that...
we could...

This is not a good
night for me, okay?

Okay.

Remember though,

if this bad guy is into magic,
his game is misdirection.

What you see is definitely
not what you'll get.

I'll keep that in mind.

Oh, and...

Thanks, Adam.

Hello. Edward Foster,
VP, OCP, SC.

Any problems here?

Well, thank you, and I
believe we're all right.

Carl Gillen, Ed. This
is Sheryl Polansky.

- We're with Securotech.
- Ah, yes, Securotech!

One of our key
Interceptor suppliers.

Glad you could make it.

Well, excuse me now, won't you? I'm
gonna just mozy on over to the booth

and make sure everything's hunky-dory.
- Of course.

And thanks again for your contribution
to the wheels of tomorrow.

Right back at you, Ed.

He's a little anxious
about our location here.

He thinks we might be
too close to the dais.

Too close? That's where
everyone wants to be.

The chairman's gonna be speaking
there in just a few minutes.

In fact, I'll be making an introduction.
Personally.

Well, I'll be looking
forward to that.

Bye.

Who's she?

Securotech.

Fine outfit.

I never heard of them.

They only produced one of the Interceptor's
most important components, the...

long-range audio detection unit.

Surprised you didn't know that.

If these people are as
skilled as you suggest,

this vest isn't going
to do much good.

We must take every precaution, Mr.
Chairman.

The precaution I'm
counting on, my boy...

is you.

As you'll soon see, the Interceptor
Mark 2 comes with tinted

missile-resistant windows
and fire-free finish.

And as for muscle, it can give you
0-100 kph in only 3.2 seconds.

- How's that for head-snapping thrust?
- When do we see it in action?

Tomorrow. And Robocop himself will
be here to put it through its paces.

You're all invited!

Thank you.

Excellent, Miss Collier.

You actually sound like you
know what you're talking about.

Oh thank you, Eddie. You're
always such a comfort.

So, how's the
situation with the...

you know...

the chairman?

Nice to see you, really.

Now, the Securotech audio detection unit, ladies and
gentlemen, is one highly versatile little bit of business.

It can be positioned virtually
anywhere on the Interceptor:

At the grill, on the lightbar,
even hand-held by the officer.

Now, if you care to have a closer
look at it, you go right on ahead.

The time, dear.

All right. Let's do it.

Hello! Excuse me. Could you take
me to the manual lighting room?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

We've got some kind of
electrical problem.

Excuse me, detective!

- I'm Tish Collier, I saw you at Metro South.
- Right, is everything okay?

Well, that's just it.

I'm not sure.

The light just keeps blinking on and off, and
the problem is assumed to be in the booth.

So, thought it might
be here in the main.

Ladies and gentlemen, if I can
have your attention, please.

Thank you. Thank you.

You are too kind.

It gives me more
pleasure than I can say

to introduce to you the man I
have had the good fortune to know

and respect,

more than respect. The chairman
of Omni Consumer Products!

And with him, the pride
of OCP Security Concepts:

Robocop.

We at Omni Consumer Products

are pleased and proud to welcome
you all today to the unveiling

of a next generation

of law enforcement transport,
the Mark 2 Turbo Interceptor.

You've been a busy girl.

Come on, come on!

So important, and
profit margins...

The wheels of tomorrow!

Is this them?

Come on!

Stay where you are!
Everything is under control!

All right, buddy!
Get up! Get up!

How about that for a demonstration
of night vision security action?

Let's give all the performers a
great big hand, what do you say?

Schmidt and Wilson know as much
about The Magician as we do.

- And you believe it, huh?
- Yeah, I do. They feel like they were hung up to dry.

The Magician was supposed to back
them up, only he didn't show up.

- Yet.
- What do you mean, yet?

They had their shot at the chairman and they missed,
and it was his last public appearance this month.

- I know, but...
- But what?

In a magic show...

what the magician shows you... is
what he wants you to see, right?

But...

what is really going on...

is happening someplace else, right?
Adam showed me that.

Said I've got a
real knack for it.

I'm glad police work is so much fun
for you, Madigan, I really am.

Thank you, Sarge.

Yes!

Adam?

Anybody home?

Adam?

Can I help you?

Whoa, whoa, stop
right there, no!

- Did I scare you?
- What do you think?

I'm sorry, really.

- Where did you get that?
- I found this stuffed away in an old trunk.

Amazing, isn't it?

So the voice box is built-in, it sounds
the same no matter who's wearing it.

Exactly. Why?

Check this out.

- Take a look at the throat, what do you notice?
- Notice, what do you mean?

- Wait a minute!
- How many kids did Silvera have?

Just the one.

Ladies and gentlemen!
The time has come!

OCP Security Concepts
is proud to present

the new Mark 2
Turbo Interceptor,

driven by Robocop.

- I'm on pins and needles.
- I'm pretty a bit myself.

Congratulations, Miss
Collier, on a job well done.

Eddie, what's gotten into you?
People can see.

- Who cares?
- Eddie!

Oh my God!

To the mother lode!

And no more Robocop!

We got the guns,
we got the girls,

we got the glory!

Drink up, boys, it's party time!

And to you...

Magician...

You're worth every penny.

Thank you.

Thank you, Reggie.

As a matter of fact, The Magician
has made his final appearance.

It's an appropriate way for him
to go out, don't you think?

Terminating the greatest crime
fighter on the face of the planet.

The cops didn't know what hit him, they thought we
were after the old man, just like you said they would!

They bought your
set-up completely.

Please.

To Robocop! May he
rest in pieces.

The party is over!

What?

Take it, boys!

Enough is enough, Braga!

- You broke my foot, robot!
- You broke the law.

There you go! Hold it!

Come on, creep! Hands up!

So this is the famous
Magician, huh?

Alias Jamie Silvera.

Son, or should I say daughter,
of the late great Milo Silvera.

How could you
possibly have known?

My father kept the
secret all his life.

- Even altered my birth records.
- But he couldn't alter Mother Nature.

The picture of you in the Milo the
Magnificent poster's what did you in.

See, when we looked real close,
we noticed something was missing.

An Adam's apple. 14-year-old boys
have them, girls don't. Biology 101.

(?) Robocop. I saw him blow up!

Correction: You thought
you saw him blow up.

The lnterceptor can
operate on autopilot.

I escaped through a
hatchway in the ramp.

I would've noticed that.

I guess you would've if your buddy Foster
hadn't distracted you just at the right time.

In law enforcement we
call that misdirection.

Foster!

- That fool!
- Yeah, well, he sure fooled you.

Did he now?

Wait a minute, wait a minute!

- The Magician, where is she?
- She's right over here, Sarge.

And now for my next trick...

Hey, hold it!

Now how the hell
did you do that?

Well, it's like I told you, Sarge.
When it comes to the art of magic...

I've got a knack for this stuff.

I guess I owe that boyfriend
of yours an apology.

I guess you do. I'll be glad
to pass it along for you.

What's going on here? Why
wasn't I informed about this?

Who's responsible?

I am in charge here.
Do you understand?

I provided the diversion.

None of this would've happened
if it weren't for me!

We sent word.

Perhaps Mr. Foster neglected
to read the memo.

- Oh, I don't believe that.
- Neither do I.

Mr. Foster would never do a
thing like that. Right, Foster?

Foster?

Was it something I said?