RoboCop 2

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Lethal response.

On the international scene, the Amazon

nuclear power facility has blown its stack...

...irradiating the world's largest rain forest.

Environmentalists call it a disaster.

But don't they always?

In national news,

Attorney General Marcos today...

...approved the ED 209 combat unit

for deployment in five American cities...

...despite widespread complaints

of malfunction.

The surgeon general is dead.

Gunned down 20 minutes ago by a militant

addict of the deadly designer drug Nuke.

The greatest health threat

facing our nation.

Nuke.

The most addictive narcotic

in history.

A plague that...

Nuke! Nuke!

This station has just received

this transmission from Cain...

...convicted murderer

and leader of the Nuke cult.

The people want paradise.

And they will have it.

The assassination is the latest

act of terrorism by Cain...

...following the bombing

of a drug treatment clinic that left five dead.

After the latest breakdown in negotiations,

Detroit's police returned to the picket line...

...demanding better terms from

Omni Consumer Products, OCP...

...the corporation contracted by the city

to run the police department.

OCP cut our salaries 40 percent

and canceled our pensions.

Now they refuse to even talk to us.

God knows why,

but they want this strike.

What happened?

Get up!

- Hold him!

- You put my eye out, you b*tches!

Shut up, you fuckhead!

- You're breaking my f***ing arm!

- Hurry!

Look at this. What a nasty man.

Night's made. Let's pay Papa

and get us what we need.

Nuke me, baby!

- I'll kill you b*tches!

- He's up! Come on!

- You're sh*t with a timer, man!

- Come on! Let's go!

I'll take out an army with this sh*t!

Let's load up

and get the hell out of here!

Where's the bullets for this gun, man?

Third drawer, bottom.

We should've brought a truck!

I really like this gun, man.

Just take it and get out.

Thanks.

- I don't believe this!

- What?

- It's the cops, man.

- Cops are on strike, stupid.

Can't you hear that?

- See. What did I tell you?

- I'll fix him.

Did you see that? We got him!

- Beautiful. Come on, man. Let's move it.

- No. One more!

Nice sh*t, man.

F***ing cops!

Peace officer.

Think it over, creep.

Nuke.

It's not mine, man.

Where is it made?

It's not mine, man. I told you! I'm clean!

Where is it made?

I don't know, man!

All I know is where I get it!

Freeze.

Nobody move. This is a bust.

Ladies, stay down.

Somebody! Open the fridge, damn it!

Come on!

Can't shoot a kid, can you, f***er?

Can't shoot a kid...

Throw it home, Dad!

Shut up!

Drop it or the little sh*t's dead!

I'll blow its f***ing head off, man!

Lewis...

...hang it up.

Now, no sh*t from either one of you!

- And don't try to follow me!

- We won't.

The baby's going with me!

I'll kill it, man. I'll do it. I'll f***ing kill it!

We can't have that.

Nice shooting.

See you, Jimmy.

- Hi, Mom.

- Hi.

Don't do it! No! Stop... Stop it, Alex!

OCP defines you as a machine...

...that utilizes some living tissue.

You understand that.

Yes.

And so do you

consider yourself human?

I require an answer.

Stop tape.

You have any idea what you're doing

to that poor woman?

Take a look at her file.

Go on.

Officer, Mrs. Murphy

is bringing suit against OCP.

My name is Tom Delaney.

I'm representing her.

Up to a few months ago,

she wouldn't leave her bedroom.

Then there were hypnotists

and harmonic treatments.

Then you pull this sh*t!

Driving past her house day after day.

Spying on her. Trying to make her

think her husband is still alive.

She's barely started

to accept the loss.

- You're ripping her to pieces.

- And for what?

Do you think you could ever be

a husband to her?

I mean, what can you offer her?

Companionship?

Love?

A man's love?

No.

Roll tape.

Are you Alex Murphy?

No.

Are you human?

No.

You are simply a machine.

I am...

...a machine.

Nothing more.

Nothing more.

That'll do it. Stop tape.

Now, you stay there.

All right, go get her.

Let's be decent about this.

Give them some privacy.

I don't have a problem with that.

Alex?

Don't you know me?

Don't you remember me?

Alex, it doesn't matter

what they've done to you...

Touch me.

It's cold.

They made this...

...to honor him.

- No, I...

- Your husband is dead.

I don't know you.

Why is this happening?

I thought all communication systems

were the same.

I tried to save the company

a few bucks.

It took two days to download specs

from Cleveland.

I lost the account.

It hardly befits my dignity

to have to come to you, Johnson.

Sorry for the slight inconvenience,

Your Honor.

Twenty minutes in rush hour isn't slight.

Not when you're mayor of a major city!

When will you start paying the cops

so they'll go back to work?

We're not a charity.

The city owes us over $37 million.

- You'll have to cut us some slack.

- A deadline's a deadline. Sorry.

How are we supposed to raise

that kind of money?

You aren't.

- What the hell is he talking about?

- We don't expect you to pay.

Let me refer you to our contract.

"In the event of default...

...OCP shall have the uncontested right

of foreclosure on all city assets."

You signed this.

We miss one payment,

and you can foreclose?

We can and we will.

We're taking Detroit private.

So you deliberately undermined

our credit.

That was the easy part.

And you engineered the police strike.

You want Detroit to tear itself apart...

...so you can raid it like you would

any other corporation!

Do you know how many people

are dying?

You're murderers!

I'd advise you to say nothing further.

It might be...

...actionable.

It's bullshit!

- Bullshit, you senile, old bastard!

- All right, calm down.

- We better get out of here.

- I'm okay!

- Calm down. We better leave.

- I'm calm.

- Calm down. Easy.

- I'm okay.

All right, good.

- I'm in control. Everything is fine. It's okay.

- Relax.

I'm fine.

One last thing, gentlemen.

We will sue your asses.

Give it your best shot.

F*** you, you old, senile bastard!

This is bullshit!

F*** you!

- This is bullshit!

- Calm down.

I've been very patient, Johnson.

Five months.

- Who's that?

- That's Dr. Juliette Faxx.

Just moved up to head the

Attitude Adjustment team.

Five months. Ninety million dollars!

- I want to see some results.

- Yes, sir. I'll show you what we have.

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