RoboCop 2 Page #2

Robots with emotional problems.

No, sir, not robots, cyborgs.

Cybernetic organisms. We use living human

tissue and that's our whole problem.

The candidates were all fine men,

respected police officers.

I reviewed their files myself.

Sir, police officers may not be

the best candidates for our purposes.

They're a physical bunch.

They're macho, body-proud.

Stripped of all that it's no wonder

they become suicidal.

Our one success was a cop.

Well, yes, Mr. Johnson. Alex Murphy.

Top of his class,

devout Irish Catholic, family man.

Everything in his profile

indicates a fierce sense of duty.

That's probably what kept him alive.

With due respect, Dr. Faxx,

your area of expertise is psychology.

Not robotics.

There's no harm in hearing

the young lady out, is there?

No, sir.

Thank you, sir. I believe that Murphy's case

was unusual but not unique.

We can find someone else, someone

to whom the prospect might even be...

...desirable.

I've never met anyone who wanted

to be a robot.

It would require a screening process,

one I'd would be happy to supervise.

The cost would be negligible.

It would be a shame

to waste all the work that's been done.

It certainly would.

Go to it. Report to me directly.

Yes, sir.

You could learn a thing or two

from that girl, Johnson.

- not for me!

Decent pay to decent cops!

Union's got a list!

We ain't forgetting who you are!

One at a time!

Please, one at a time.

Don't you know

what's going on out here?

It's the best we can do!

Hello, ladies!

They won't be f***ing

with any more cops!

They won't be f***ing

with nobody, man!

Hob. That's him.

Thank you.

Nuke me!

Go ahead. Take two.

There's plenty of Nuke to go around.

I've lost him.

You haven't been around in a while.

Go ahead. This one's on me.

Five degrees south-southwest.

There's the little darling.

Good eyes, Murphy.

Good as money can buy.

Ferdy, you got out.

Well, I'll tell Cain, okay?

Better have something

to give me this time, officer.

One cop per car.

Okay, these are the routes.

Three cars.

- One cop per car?

- That's right.

Sitting ducks. We set up three

snipers and that's all it takes.

- Pay the man.

- All right.

Thank you.

- You didn't count it.

- That's all right.

You should really count it, you know.

It's okay.

Give him something

to help him with his conscience.

No, that's all right. I don't really want it.

Come on, Duffy. I know you need it.

Isn't this a school day?

Cops!

Oh, sh*t!

Oh, no.

Freeze!

Turn around. Put your hands up.

Sh*t.

Officer Duffy, have a seat.

You look a little out of breath, b*tch.

- You sold us out, Officer Duffy.

- What are you talking about, Murph?

Where is Cain?

I don't know any Cain.

Where is Cain?

I don't know.

Where is Cain?!

I told you, I don't know!

Where?

River Rouge. The old sludge plant.

You're a rotten cop.

Go.

- You.

- You want me?

Dead or alive.

Then one of us must die.

Dead, then.

Jesus...

...had days like this.

Hounded and attacked like a criminal.

But like him, I don't blame you.

They program you, and you do it.

- I will kill you.

- Oh, you just tried.

And...

...I forgive you.

Why'd you stop? You got it cracked.

I'm tired.

They say he's got a brain.

I want to see it.

You think it was me that beat you?

It wasn't.

It was this.

It's too tough.

Try here at the joint.

Yeah!

Look at that!

Come on. Cut it out.

How's it taste?

What the hell's going on?!

Man, just look at him.

Christ, he's been stripped.

Let's not get carried away here.

We're talking about a piece of equipment.

Don't tell me he can't suffer.

Just look at him.

It's electrical.

Bullshit.

I know every inch of him.

Every circuit.

Every living nerve.

His pain centers are alive.

They're lit up like Christmas trees.

The back-up generator's

just making him twitch.

He's suffering.

How long can he last?

No way of knowing.

Got him on minimal life support.

Keeping the brain going

with microshocks.

- It's damn tricky. He could go anytime.

- Move. Move!

What's happening in here?

OCP is happening. These bastards

won't lift a finger to help him.

This unit needs

millions of dollars in parts.

You can't expect authorization for that

kind of cash overnight. Be reasonable.

If you don't fix him, it's murder.

Settle down. I'm doing you

a favor by talking to you.

You son of a b*tch. He's in hell.

Fix him!

We'll be in touch.

Oh, man, you guys are the greatest!

Did you see their faces?

"We're gonna throw away

the key, Duffy."

The cops didn't give you trouble,

did they?

The usual sh*t from Reed.

They'll never prove anything.

Hey, want some?

Hey, I'm a minor.

Don't want to break any laws.

Here, you take it.

God, I just love you guys!

What happened?

Hey, where we going?

Hey, come on, guys.

This isn't funny, man.

Oh, God, my head.

My head is killing me.

Hey, man. What's...?

Hey, Cain! Hey, it's good to see you.

Thanks for getting me out.

- I can't get up.

- You noticed that one.

- Cain, I don't know what the kid told you...

- You told them, Duffy.

- You told them where we were.

- That's not true.

- We know all about it, Duffy.

- You think you're the only cop we have?

Oh, sh*t!

Cain. Cain, come on.

Man, I'm begging you, man!

Look, I'll do anything!

Okay. You're kidding, right?

Yeah, you're just kidding.

You scared me.

You taught me a lesson, man.

I'd never f*** with you,

because I really love you guys.

- I really do!

- Shut up!

I've been loyal. I know sh*t

that I still haven't even told you, Cain!

You deserve this, Duffy.

Cain might have been killed.

Okay. Okay.

Maybe you ought to have the kid leave.

- Why?

- What do you mean, "have the kid leave"?

That's a good touch. That's a good touch.

"Have the kid leave."

That's good. "Have the kid leave." Why?

Come on. It's over.

Come on, Cain! Come on, man.

What are you doing?

Come on!

You said you were

just gonna scare him!

Doesn't he look scared?

I can't believe you'd do this.

It hardly matters what you believe,

Mr. Schenk.

But these are criminals.

They're maniacs.

You're giving premature

value judgments.

All right, it may be true.

The subjects are socially misaligned.

Socially misaligned?

These are death row inmates!

And of no use to society. We need a

subject who'll welcome the power...

...the virtual immortality we offer.

Now, I really think this is a good place

to start looking.

- You're out of your mind.

- Is that your professional opinion?

Yes, goddamn it, it is! Yes!

And you are not using my lab to put

that kind of a brain into my cyborg.

We'd dearly miss you here.

You're the one that's gonna be

out of a job.

I'm going to take this directly

to Johnson.

He's just been waiting for an excuse

to get you fired.

Good morning, sir.

I'm sorry to bother you this early.

You seem agitated.

Frankly, I'm shocked.

Mr. Schenk just called.

Dr. Faxx has begun screening

candidates for the Robocop 2 project...

So I understand. It's very exciting.

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