RoboCop 2 Page #4

You're nuts!

Murphy, come on, let's go.

Come on!

Back!

Thank you for not smoking.

Well, there it is. It's OCP.

They screwed him up.

He must be going out of his mind.

It's not as if he can just say no.

They put all this nonsense

into his brain. He has to obey.

Take them out, all of them!

Can't be done,

not with this equipment.

Are you saying there's no way?

I can't believe that.

Sure, there are ways.

You can pull his cranial circuits.

Which would shut down

his life-support.

You could run a few thousand volts

through him.

Probably kill him.

I'll get some help!

- Get him inside!

- Come on, move it!

- Come on!

- Don't touch him, he's hot!

Use your jackets.

Why'd he do that?

Fried himself to get rid

of OCP's crazy commands.

- Nice and easy.

- He weighs a ton.

Out of the way! Move out!

- Think he's alive?

- I don't know. He's pretty hot.

Put me down.

All right. Come on, stand him up.

Are we cops?

What's bugging you, Murph?

Cain.

Cain's bugging me.

We have only just begun, my flock.

Soon we will expand from city to city.

The rich and poor alike

will know a paradise...

...for every moment of their lives.

This is a Nuke for every mood.

We'll offer the opportunity...

...to control every aspect

of their emotional lives.

Here with the white noise

and black thunder...

...and the red ramrod

and the blue velvet.

Frank. The blue velvet.

I think it's ready, sir.

Thank you, Frank.

Frank. The Benzedrine's

got my teeth wiggling.

Cut it with scopolamine.

- Five mils per.

- Yes, sir.

Made in America.

Yeah. We're gonna make that

mean something again.

- Hey! Cops!

- What?

Cops!

And they ain't carrying

no picket signs!

They're going to kick somebody's ass!

Give me your hand, goddamn it!

Christ!

F***.

F***!

Get out!

Bomb! Get down!

You son of a b*tch!

Five hundred million in cash.

Nuke money seized by police.

But State Attorney Sphincter won't let

the bankrupt city government touch it.

Coming up next, threats from the police

union and cheers from the public...

...as Metro-North cops go back to work

and apprehend the Nuke lord, Cain...

...who may not live to stand trial.

They say 20 seconds

in the California sunshine...

...is too much these days...

...ever since we lost the ozone layer.

But that was before Sunblock 5000.

Just apply a pint...

...to your body...

...and you're good for hours.

See you by the pool.

Sunblock 5000.

Protection for the new age.

Subject is violently antisocial...

...given to delusions of godhood.

And he's hopelessly addicted

to narcotics.

Which offers us a simple

and infallible method...

...of insuring his obedience.

You're perfect.

I must have you.

What are you talking about?

It's like you don't even care!

- Just do what I say, Angie!

- He'd want us to come for him!

Forget about it! It's not gonna happen!

I'm through arguing with you!

I'm not asking permission! Cain is

in the hospital, and we're getting him.

You've really thought this out, haven't you?

What about the cops?

We've got guns!

- Damn it, Hob, Cain needs us!

- F*** Cain!

- He'd kill you if he heard you.

- He's not gonna kill anybody!

- Sh*t, he's probably dead already.

- You just shut the hell up!

You mouth off like that again,

and it's no more Nuke for you, b*tch.

Damn it, Hob, you know that's not fair.

Now, come on.

- It's been a bad time.

- Sure has. You're really hurting.

Yeah, so I'm hurting.

You're gonna get the shakes soon, Angie.

You got it bad.

You little bastard.

You just do what I tell you

from now on, Angie.

Start the motor and drive.

He'll kill you.

He'll kill us both.

F*** him.

Oh, you're a mess.

I got good news for you.

You're going to have a chance

for immortality.

As long as nothing happens

to that lovely brain.

Dr. Weltman? It's Faxx.

I'm afraid we lost our patient.

Yeah, he just expired.

Contact the organ harvest team. We've got

six minutes before the brain's useless.

Night.

Come on. Let's move it.

We've only got five minutes.

Lock it up.

Move the screen in closer.

I can't read it.

- How'd we get this one?

- Well, Faxx found him.

He volunteered.

Volunteered?

Big-hearted guy.

Yeah, it's not the heart

we're after, though.

Speaking of hearts, how's Ilene?

Christ, does everybody know?

All right, hold your breath.

Showtime.

It's nice and clean in here.

There's no damage.

Here we go.

Easy.

We got it. Here it comes.

- Thing of beauty.

- Excellent.

I don't know about the rest of you,

but I'm hungry.

Thank you!

Yes!

Spider Baby Stalirski!

He's come out for Detroit,

and now you come out for him.

The lines are open,

waiting for your pledge.

If you want an honest government...

...that works for you...

...I'm asking you to dig deep

into your pockets.

I'm asking you to give...

...whatever you can spare!

Where does that put us?

Hi. Yes, ma'am.

Hello! This is Mayor Kuzak!

Could you turn down your set, please?

Your Honor...

...I have some very good news for you.

I think...

...the city is saved.

Now...

...you listen very carefully.

It's no bluff.

Someone's shown up to bail the city out.

- A rival corporation.

- The mayor isn't saying.

And whoever it is is taking great

pains to keep their identity secret.

They're paying in cash and they're not

moving the money through the banks.

Thank you, councilman.

That will be all.

You know, once you guys take over...

Your services to OCP

will be rewarded.

If the city can pay,

we'll be humiliated.

It's worse than that. We've shifted

...to the urban pacification plan.

If we can't foreclose, public confidence

in OCP will plummet, so will our stock.

Sir?

If I may?

There's another option.

We certainly have the surveillance

capabilities to follow the mayor.

It all depends how far

we're willing to go.

If anything went wrong...

As I said, sir...

...it all depends how far

we're willing to go.

We have no legal recourse.

There must be no witnesses.

You've gone too far! Give me...

Your blood pressure.

Get me fired if you want to.

You're not bringing illegal drugs to my lab!

I'll do worse than get you fired.

Now leave me alone!

Such terrible pain.

You don't remember me.

But you do remember this, don't you?

And we have it.

All the Nuke you'll ever need.

Not so fast.

I need you to do something

for me first.

Then the pain stops.

Good boy.

I don't like this. I think we'd better

get out of here while we can.

I know what I'm doing.

If you have any cash,

put it in your shorts.

That's just plain rude.

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