Chappie Page #5

- Check this out, man.

- P*ssy!

Please, may you not.

Please, may you not.

He's down for the count.

- Please, no! No!

- Make way, man.

Please, may you leave me?

I want to go home!

I want to go home!

F*** the police!

Run, b*tch, run!

I want to go home!

I want to go home!

Hello, Deon. Welcome home.

Oh, no. Mess, mess.

- Hello?

- Hello, Mr. Wilson.

- Tetravaal Security.

- Yeah.

You signed out the Guard Key

several days ago.

Yeah, no. Sorry, it was a mistake.

I took it home with me.

If it is not here by the end of the day,

I'll notify Miss Bradley.

- Good day to you, sir.

- Thank you.

All right, got him.

Target is on the move, eastbound.

Take the next exit.

Okay.

Three hundred metres up ahead.

Approach slowly.

Stop at a safe distance.

The target appears to be a police droid,

but I can assure you it is not.

Now, don't be intimidated.

He's as smart as a dunny rat,

so full aggression, okay?

- Copy that.

- Copy that.

Oi!

Forget your paintbrush,

did you, mate?

Hey? Well, you're just a little joey,

aren't you?

You look scared.

Where you going, mate?

- Roll him over, roll him over.

- Please, Chappie has fears.

This way.

We need access to his brain.

- No! Please, don't!

- Hey! Damn you!

Just get him down!

- Please, may you not! Please!

- You don't say please to me!

I'm not your friend!

I'm your enemy. Angle grinder.

I'm gonna teach him a lesson!

No! Chappie has fears!

Chappie has fears!

Chappie has fears!

Please, may you stop! Please!

You're gonna be a good boy now,

aren't you?

Roll him over.

That's it. Give me the screwdriver.

See, your simple AI programme...

...makes you think you're real.

But you know what's in here, huh?

Nothing.

Just a bunch of wires, mate.

You're not the full quid, are you?

There we go.

Chappie is real.

There we go.

All right.

Let's get rid of him.

Come on. Hold him down.

- Hold him down.

- No, no, no.

- Hold him down!

- No more fears!

Hold him down!

Chappie doesn't want fears!

Chappie doesn't want fears!

Stop the f***ing truck!

Cease fire. Cease fire!

Let the cripple go.

I've got what I need.

Run, Forrest!

- It's gonna be so easy.

- Oh, Jesus.

Chappie?

- Chappie.

- I told you it was a bad idea.

Mommy.

- Chappie! Chappie, what happened?

- Mommy.

Oh, my God. Chappie?

Chappie, what happened?

Who did this?

Oh, my God, Chappie.

Sit here. Sit here.

I'm so sorry.

What happened?!

How could you do this?

How?!

He's just a child!

I didn't know this would happen.

I don't even know what happened.

I hate you!

- My arm is gone, Mommy.

- Amerika.

Don't we have those arms, those legs,

that sh*t in the back?

- Yeah, hold on.

- Do you think you can fix...?

Oh, Chappie. Chappie, let me

just get some of this dirt off you.

Okay.

Chappie, who did this?

A man.

In a van.

A man in a van?

- Did he put you in the van?

- Yeah.

Do you know this man?

No.

- That's bad, ese.

- And there were children also.

And they threw fire,

even though I said please.

Children?

Oh, shame!

- This thing in his head.

- That's pretty messed up.

We need to get this thing back in here.

The man broke it, Mommy.

- He broke on my head.

- I'll fix it.

Are you gonna fix me?

I'm gonna try, buddy.

- So how does this go?

- Here we go.

- Where does that go?

- That's better.

All right. Here we go, buddy.

Plug and play, just like he said.

How does that...?

I think that's it.

Can you move it? Try it.

Try. Try and move your arm.

- There we go. It's working.

- I move it.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- All right, buddy.

- Oh, Jesus. Thank God.

- You're indestructible, homes.

- I'm indestructible?

Titanium. Indestructible. That's you.

That's my book?

That's Black Sheep?

- What?

- Please, may I have it?

This is from my maker.

Black Sheep and Little Bird.

- Please, may you read it?

- Yeah.

- Please, may you read it?

- Yeah, I can read it for you, Chappie.

"All the sheep in Magooville

were white.

But Abel was a black sheep."

- Do you know what's a black sheep?

- No.

It's, like, when you're different

to everyone else.

Like me. I look different,

from you and Amerika.

- Yeah.

- And the boys.

Yeah, but it's not so much

how you look.

It's special, like what's inside.

That's what makes you different.

See, it's who you really are.

Inside.

Your soul.

Chappie's inside here?

You see...

...the outside, this...

...this is just temporary.

When you die, the soul inside

goes to the next place.

The thing inside...

...see, that's what Mommy loves.

Come. Mommy loves you.

Okay. Come.

Let's read your book.

"Abel would help his mommy

do the housework on weekends.

He would do all the dishes

and the laundry.

Abel was a happy sheep,

but one day..."

Hello, Chappie.

Hello, Mommy.

You're a black sheep, Chappie.

You're special.

- I know, Mommy.

- Hi, Chappie.

Chappie.

Sometimes, people make mistakes.

I'm really, really, really sorry, Chappie.

Do you forgive me?

Forgive?

Come here.

Come, Chappie.

Let's you and me reset.

Reset? Forgive?

And we're gonna make you nice

and tough and strong...

...like a f***ing robot gangsta,

number one, n?

Gangsta number one.

- Boom.

- Boom.

From now on,

I'm gonna be your daddy. For real.

You gonna be Chappie's daddy?

- What's...? What's up?

- Nothing.

- What's that, Chappie?

- That's nothing.

Show me.

It's Mommy.

If you wanna be in the gang,

be cool like Daddy!

Put the thing down!

Now!

If you wanna be cool,

you have to act cool.

Look how Daddy walks.

Look how cool.

- You need to keep it gangsta.

- Keep it gangsta.

Ja, be cool.

- Don't laugh. I'm being cool.

- No.

Even when you pull a gun,

be cool like this. Boom!

Now, you try.

Die, f*** mother! Boom!

Yes, Chappie! That's what you do

when you shoot motherfuckers.

No, I can't shoot peoples.

What?

I can't. They didn't do anything to me.

Ja, but what happens

if he pulls a gun on you?

I'm titanium. I'm invincible.

Amerika says.

Yeah, but you can't let a motherf***er

disrespect you, homes.

How you gonna do the heist

if you don't shoot people?

I can't do a heist. A heist is a crimes.

I promised my maker...

You were doing so f***ing well.

Why do you have to f*** it up?

No, no, no, it's okay, it's okay.

- I promised.

- Yeah, yeah.

It's okay. Hey. Let's worry about

that later, okay? I got this, all right?

You.

You're doing well.

If somebody really disrespects you...

...you can deal with them

without using a gun.

Serious?

Just stick the knife in.

They relax and go to sleep.

Ja, you can just make them

go sleepy-weepy.

It's like a nice thing.

It feels nice, Chappie.

- Take the knife.

- Take the knife?

Go sleepy-weepy?

Go like this?

- Want to sleep, Amerika?

- No.

- You want to sleep, Daddy?

- No, no, no.

Daddy's not tired. He's already slept.

- What is it, Daddy?

- Real gangsters...

...use this.

- Nice!

- I got it?

Do it again! Yeah!

Oh, sh*t!

Boom! Nice!

Nice, Chappie.

You look nice now, Chappie.

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