RoboCop Page #3

This processor dispenses a rudimentary

paste that sustains his organic systems.

Tastes like baby food.

Knock yourself out.

- OK, let's start with tracking.

- Give me a grid.

Target.

Target.

Now follow.

Voice-stress analyser.

One, two, three.

Record.

- Now play back.

- Bring it up 50%.

Now play back.

- He's ready.

- We got it.

Clear out.

What are your prime directives?

Serve the public trust.

Protect the innocent. Uphold the law.

That's good. That's very good.

I f***in' love that guy.

- It's Supercop.

- Look at that f***in' gun.

Sh*t.

- This guy is really good.

- He's not a guy, he's a machine.

What are they gonna do? Replace us?

Come on.

Reed! He needs a car.

Thank you.

Sure. Any time.

Oh, yeah. Go get 'em, boy.

I'd buy that for a dollar.

- Will there be anything else, sir?

- Empty the register. Put it in the bag.

Excuse me?

Give me your money, all of it,

and don't f*** with me!

Now, move!

Open the safe, pops.

- Open the goddamn safe!

- We don't have a safe.

Sh*t. There's your goddamn safe!

Open the son of a b*tch!

I'll count to three and you better

open that son of a b*tch. Come on!

I'm gonna blow her brains out.

- I'll open the safe.

- Good boy.

You better open that

on the count of three. One, two...

F*** me.

Drop the gun.

You are under arrest.

F*** me! F*** me! F*** me!

F*** me!

Thank you for your cooperation.

Good night.

I'll buy that for a dollar!

Don't touch me!

- We don't want your money!

- We want you!

Take it easy! We're not gonna hurt you!

- There's too much hair.

- I know. Give her a haircut.

Hey! There's more hair... down there!

No!

Let the woman go.

You are under arrest.

Sh*t.

You better back up, pal,

cos he's gonna kill her!

He's gonna kill her!

Your move, creep.

It's OK!

Oh, God, I was so scared.

Thank you! Thank you!

Madam, you have suffered

an emotional shock.

I will notify a rape crisis centre.

All units. close intersection...

I don't care. Get those men

by the stairs now. Hit it!

Terrorism has never been a factor

in city politics before.

But today, former city councilman

Ron Miller entered city hall with a gun.

He's now on the second floor, holding

Mayor Gibson and his staff hostage.

We do believe that Miller

has killed one of the hostages.

- Lieutenant, what's next?

- We wait. Terrorism is a tricky business.

Massive and immediate retaliation

is the best policy but...

- Excuse us.

- Where are you goin'?

Hey, let's have some crowd control.

Get these people back.

- Where do you think you're goin'?

- Keep him talking.

OK, Miller. Don't hurt the mayor.

We'll give you whatever you want.

First, don't f*** with me.

I'm a desperate man.

And second,

I want some fresh coffee!

And third, I want a recount.

And no matter how it turns out,

I want my old job back.

- OK.

- And I want a bigger office.

And I want a new car.

And I want the city to pay for it all!

What kind of car. Miller?

Something with reclining leather seats

that goes fast and gets shitty gas mileage.

How about the... 6000 SUX?

Yeah.

OK, sure.

What about cruise control?

Does it come with that?

No problem, Miller. Let the mayor go,

we'll even throw in a Blaupunkt.

Lieutenant, don't jerk me off!

When people jerk me off, I kill 'em.

Do you wanna see?

Get up, Your Honour. Get up.

Your public wants to see you.

Nobody ever takes me seriously.

Well, get serious now

and kiss the mayor's ass goodbye.

RoboCop. Who is he? What is he?

Where does he come from?

He is OCP's newest soldier

in their crime-management programme.

OCP spokesmen claim

the fearless machine

has crooks on the run in Old Detroit.

Today. kids at Lee lacocca

Elementary School got to meet in person

what their parents only

read about in comic books.

Robo. excuse me. Any special message

for all the kids watching at home?

Stay out of trouble.

More fighting in the Mexican crisis when

American troops participated in a raid

with Mexican nationals against

rebel rocket positions in Acapulco.

Now this.

Red alert. Red alert. Red alert.

- You crossed my line of death.

- Then dismantle your MX stockpile.

Pakistan is threatening my border.

That's it. buster.

No more military aid.

"Nukem".

Get them before they get you.

Today labour leaders agreed to sanction

construction of OCP's Delta City.

creating an estimated

one million new jobs.

despite questions about worker safety

in dangerous Old Detroit.

Robert Morton. Vice President.

Security Concepts. OCP.

I can't comment on Delta City.

It's not my division. But I will say this.

At Security Concepts. we're projecting

the end of crime in Old Detroit in 40 days.

There's a new guy in town.

His name's RoboCop.

Hey, hey, Bobby boy.

Vice president. Congratulations.

- Handball Tuesday night?

- Bill, I'd love to, but I got a date.

Couple of models coming to my place.

I'd buy that for a dollar.

Welcome to the club, Bob.

You're making a real name for yourself

in Security Concepts with RoboCop.

- We try.

- Let me in on the bottom line, pal.

I hear Jones was plenty pissed.

He's got this killer rep,

but it's a smokescreen.

He's lost his teeth. The guy's a p*ssy.

Are we talkin' about

the same Dick Jones?

He's old, we're young.

And that's life.

I gotta go.

I got a meeting.

Congratulations, Bob.

Thanks.

I remember when I was

a young executive for this company.

I used to call the Old Man funny names.

"Iron butt."

"Boner."

Once I even called him...

"a**hole".

But there was always respect.

I always knew where the line was drawn.

And you just stepped over it, buddy boy.

You've insulted me, and you've insulted

this company with your bastard creation.

I had a guaranteed

military sale with ED-209.

Renovation programme.

Spare parts for 25 years.

Who cares if it worked or not?

The Old Man thought

it was pretty important... Dick.

You know,

he's a sweet old man.

And he means well.

But he's not gonna live for ever.

And I'm number two around here.

Pretty simple math, huh, Bob?

You just...

f***ed with the wrong guy.

You're out of your f***in' mind.

You better pray that that unholy

monster of yours doesn't screw up.

- You hungry?

- No, thanks.

Goddamn rebels blew up

the airport in Acapulco.

Great. We were going there next week.

Hey, what was that?

Hey, look. Bucket boy's on line.

Hey. Hey, halt.

Stop! Wait a minute!

- What the hell's going on?

- I don't know. He just left.

Just left?

Roosevelt!

Rosie, we got a problem.

Out of the way.

Take a look at this.

Sh*t. Call Bob Morton.

Jerry, book him.

I'll catch up with you later.

Hello. I haven't really had

a chance to introduce myself.

I'm Anne Lewis.

Do you have a name?

How can I help you, Officer Lewis?

That's not really what I meant.

Don't you have a name?

Murphy. It's you.

- You really don't remember me, do you?

- Excuse me.

I have to go. Somewhere

there is a crime happening.

Stop!

- What did you talk to him about?

- Nothing.

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