Chappie Page #6

Let's see you.

- I've got blings? I've got blings?

- Gangsta.

We're gonna do stuff

to get ready for the heist.

- No, but...

- No, no, no. Not crimes.

- Like, special gang stuff.

- Special gang stuff.

- You wanna come with?

- I wanna come with!

Okay. Chappie.

Now, your job now is to get one

of Daddy's cars back...

...so we can get the money.

Who do I get the car from?

I told you, from the naughty man

who took Daddy's car from me.

So now you're gonna take the gun

and you point it at him.

But you don't have to shoot him.

Give him a fright

so he never takes my car again!

- Give him a nice big fright!

- Yeah.

That's good, Chappie. Okay.

Where is he?

I'm gonna show you now.

He's a f***ing cock. A**hole.

Hey. Hey, there's the dick right there.

- Go get him!

- I'm gonna get him!

I'm gonna get the cock!

- I'm gonna get him!

- Go get him! Bring it home, man!

- Hey! Cock!

- What seems to be the problem, officer?

You don't steal cars from Daddy!

You don't...

...steal cars from Daddy!

- No, don't! What did I do?

- You thief!

Don't hurt me!

- No! Jesus!

- What are you doing?!

- You don't steal Daddy's cars.

- Whose car?!

- Jesus Christ!

- F***!

- I got your car, Daddy!

- Come here, Chappie!

- Come here!

- Leave the car.

Thief! Thief!

- Come on!

- You thief!

- Get in.

- But I got the car!

What's the matter with you?

Shut the door.

Thief!

Jesus Christ, Chappie,

what the f*** is wrong with you?

What, Daddy?

Daddy needs the cars nice

so he can sell them.

Why smash the car, man?

Okay, I see. I see!

Please, may I go again?

Chappie. That's her.

That's the slut that took Daddy's car.

I'm gonna get her.

- Hi, officer.

- Slut! Get out. Out!

Why you steal Daddy's cars?

You naughty!

- It's my car!

- Whose is this? Is this Daddy's?

Don't steal people's things!

Hey! Get out, you alcoholic.

- Out, out, out!

- I haven't been drinking!

- Are you stealing cars for alcohol?

- That's my car!

I got my own one, guys.

That's my boy!

Yo, check this sh*t out!

Yeah, I'm a pimp! I'm a pimp!

Now we're gonna take the cars

to the King.

And the King's gonna give us

special tools, so we can do the heist!

Then we'll get even bigger monies,

Chappie.

I can't do the heist.

Heist is a crimes.

Daddy, look. There's dogs here.

- Ja, Chappie.

- They're here to fight.

Bring me the ear!

There's the police!

Run! It's a cop!

Hey, he's good!

He's not a cop!

Is this where the King lives, Daddy?

Yeah, you wanna come see

the King with us?

- Ja, I wanna go to the top.

- Well, you can't, Chappie.

Because you're not doing the heist.

You stay here.

Maybe next time, Chappie.

Okay. I'll just chill here, guys.

I'll just keep guard here.

Jissis, it's high.

Hey, King!

- My brother.

- My man.

- What up? What up, man?

- We got all the stuff.

Parked out back.

We have the cars?

From Ninja?

Yeah, it's all here boss.

Here's your explosives.

Hook us up with some more sh*t.

We'll take those, n?

Take them to my car.

It's dead, Chappie.

It's gone to the next place, Daddy.

Out here in the wild...

...life is hard.

You see that dog there.

You're either that dog...

...or you're this dog.

If you wanna survive, Chappie...

...then you must fight.

Ja, but not me.

I'm titanium.

I'm gonna live forever, Daddy.

What does that say there?

"Low battery."

Battery, power, energy supply.

I need a new battery.

That battery's stuck.

It's melted together.

That battery can't come out.

What you gonna do...

- ...when that battery runs out?

- I die? Chappie die?

Deon, he put you in a broken body.

Deon's my maker.

It doesn't make any sense.

He wouldn't make me just

so I could die. Deon loves me, Daddy.

Come here. Come here.

I can get you a new body,

but it takes lots of monies.

The type of monies that you get

from doing the heist.

- I can't do the heist.

- You have to do it.

Now, which dog

do you wanna be, Chappie?

That dog...

...or that dog?

That's my good boy, Chappie.

It's a good boy. Hey?

Oh, my God. Again?

I'm here to collect my creation.

He's too important to leave here.

He's not here.

What? Where is he?

I don't know. He went out with Ninja.

They've been gone all day.

Doing what?

Probably committing

an assortment of felonies.

He's probably a wanted criminal

by this stage.

Hey, Chappie!

I brought you a friend for your chicken.

Look at this.

Hey, Chaps, what are you doing?

Hey?

Chappie, why won't you talk to me?

I'm your maker.

Come on.

What do you want, Deon?

I don't want that bloody chicken.

Not interested in that sh*t.

Oh, really?

What are you interested in, then,

Chappie?

Selling narcotics? Being a deadbeat?

Deon...

...why are you trying

to control him like this?

Just let him be.

Daddy told me about you, Deon...

...about how you made me

in a body that will die.

What do you mean, Chappie?

Is it true that I will die

in a few days, Deon?

That this battery will die?

Is it true, Deon?

Yeah.

But you my maker.

Why'd you just make me

so I could die?

I didn't...

I didn't make you

so you could die, Chappie.

I want to live.

I wanna stay here with Mommy.

I don't wanna die.

You've become so much more

than I could ever have imagined.

How was I supposed to know

that you would become...

...you?

Come on, come on. There we go.

Alternate file:
Genesis.

Yes!

Say goodbye to your daggy,

little monsters, Deon.

Chappie? Chappie!

- No!

- Chappie!

Oh, my God! What's happening?!

Christ. It's his CPU.

- Chappie?

- Don't touch him!

F*** you, dude!

- Stand back!

- Okay, okay, okay!

- Yo, chill. Okay.

- Hey, boss.

Take it easy, man.

Step back.

I'm taking him away from this place!

Two aces.

What do you want?

Hey, man.

You're not gonna believe this.

The cops have gone offline.

Are you serious?

Yeah. It's open season down here.

No, I got it.

Hey, thula!

The robot pigs are offline!

This city belongs to me!

I want every-f***ing-thing!

Let's go!

It's mayhem as police droids

across the metro...

There it is. There it is.

...have begun shutting down.

The R.S.A.P. has not yet issued

a statement...

...but the city is tearing itself apart.

Return to your homes

or rubber bullets will be used.

Please disperse!

Please disperse...

Come on.

Yes!

Burn the dog!

Get Michelle Bradley

on the line right now!

Activate every single human officer

and reservist!

Now! Do it!

...with robbers making off

with close to 100 million rand.

There is no indication the robotic police

will come back online.

"Are you sure you want

to erase Genesis?" Yes, I would.

As you can see, there are

broken droids and utter disrepute...

So far the police have been unable

to investigate...

...as the rioting continues

unabated in...

Come on, come on.

Chappie.

Chappie. Chappie?

Come on, Chappie.

Chappie.

Chappie.

Ja, man. Deon, it's me.

Oh, my God. You're alive.

What happened to me?

I'm not sure.

But I have some suspicions.

Come on, Chappie. We need

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