Robot Jox Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1989
- 85 min
- 497 Views
Vovalevsky 42.
Listen to that crowd.
Prepare to clear the gantry.
Clear the gantry.
Ready for "waldo" check.
Fire away.
All right. New weapons check.
The wrist saw has been replaced
by a fusionarc torch.
Check.
Green lasers installed
in the shoulder turrets.
- Fire with the pickle on the right palm.
- Check.
Can I go out now, Dad?
Go.
Let's move it.
Come on, let's go.
Just cannon, boy.
Best answer him.
Minimum burn damage
I have a little local heating, I guess
right at the contact point. No big deal.
- Try that new green laser pair.
- Okay.
Jesus! Did you see that?
was a secret weapon.
Hard to keep secrets in this business.
Too many damn spies!
Adjust the shield peak frequency.
We lost the advantage, boy.
It's clobberin' time.
Fine with me.
Here comes the referee floater.
The referees have shut down
the long-range weapons systems.
No more missiles, cannons or lasers.
Now it's man-to-man.
There's the face off.
Who's going to make the first move?
Watch for that kick.
He's tricky.
- Achilles isn't moving.
- Oh, no! Get up! Get up!
This may be it.
He could be down for the count.
Massive trauma indicated.
Head injury.
He's unconscious.
It could be a concussion.
- Copy.
- Get up, boy.
- Get up!
- Get on your feet.
- Get up!
Damn it! Get on your feet!
He's comin' for you!
He's fired his fist at Achilles!
It's out of control!
It's heading for the bleachers!
- Oh, my God!
- My God!
This was the scene
only six hours ago...
in the too aptly named
Death Valley.
There are no words...
to describe the magnitude of this tragedy,
ladies and gentlemen.
The total dead number over 300...
in this, the worst disaster
in the history of the games.
And now we return
to the hearing in progress...
as both sides
present their summations.
The Confederation's new weapon, as used,
was clearly in violation of rule seven.
Nothing classified
as a long-range weapon...
may be employed during the final
hand-to-hand combat period.
That certainly characterizes the weapon
Alexander launched as he was falling...
which Achilles heroically intercepted...
risking his life
to protect the spectators.
The Confederation
must forfeit the match...
on the sovereign state of Alaska.
For the benefit of the media
and the public...
let me first make two things clear.
One although it is tragic that people
lost their lives in this incident...
that tragedy is irrelevant.
Two the motivation of Achilles
in choosing to block the weapon...
is also irrelevant.
We hereby declare the match
inconclusive. A draw.
The stewardship of Alaska will remain
undetermined for one week.
One week from today,
you will meet again in Death Valley...
for a rematch.
Yeah! One week you're mine.
I kill you dead.
- No. I'm not fighting.
- What? What?
What do you mean?
Quiet!
Wait! Wait! Wait!
I did my contract.
Ten fights. That's it.
Coward!
You've lost your nerve!
Achilles is quitting!
All right! All right!
Clear the room!
No more pictures.
Get these reporters out of here!
Get out!
Well, you've all seen it
for yourselves.
CommissionerJameson has just ejected
the press from the tribunal room.
- What the hell?
...following Achilles's decision...
not to fight Alexander
in a rematch next Saturday.
We can only surmise that
Achilles's decision was based on...
the death of 300-plus
spectators earlier today.
Well, there you have it, fans.
Achilles, one of the greatest robojox
ever to fight in the Tribunal...
has chosen to retire.
- Our day has come early.
- All right.
One week before the first
of you is tested in battle.
Interesting he should
turn out to be a coward.
- Coward?
- He refuses to fight.
This was his last one.
Wouldn't you fight again
if you had the chance?
He's not a coward!
Whatever you say, Athena.
All right, start talking.
- Not much to talk about.
- We have a great deal to talk about.
Let's start with violation of contract,
shall we? You haven't finished 10 fights.
- Started 10, that's enough.
- Uh-uh.
Don't bother to show me out.
I know the way.
It isn't over until someone wins.
You sound like one
of your damn "tubies."
You can't even read your goddamn
contract. How do you know
I can't read, but I'm not dumb!
Don't pull that sh*t on me!
Wait! Just hold it!
Let's negotiate.
- Save it.
- I can offer you any reasonable amount.
- Save it, Commiss
- No, I'm serious.
How much do you want?
I don't want money.
What I want is out.
- Here he is!
- No comment. That's it. It's over.
Crash and burn, baby.
Hey, how about another drink?
Oh, you're so much better.
What's that one, H?
No, it's an I. Imperial.
- What is it, G the next one?
- No, no.J. Maybe a julep.
- Hey, don't you think you've had about
- Give me a julep.
Achilles, the law says that
I cannot serve anyone who is drunk.
And you gotta admit
you are one drunk guy.
Well, when I'm so drunk
you think you can stop me...
you try to stop me.
Your funeral.
Achilles, we're curious.
You know when you went back
- Oh, you're that all right.
- No, I was wondering
Hey, Hugo, look. New model.
- Ooh, they're quick. I'm telling you.
- You had the advantage.
And then apparently you risked defeat
in order to save some spectators.
- I was
- Yet they knew they were taking a risk.
Everyone of them signed a release
before they went to the bleachers.
It's the goddamn bleacher bums, yeah.
You would have just let 'em die?
Of course I would have let them die.
- You too?
- Of course.
Boy, you're a couple of hard cases.
- It's Alexander.
- What does he want?
Ah, my friend.
Drinking to forget?
Not your friend.
What an impressive end to your career,
over 300 casualties. Congratulations.
There's gonna be one more
you don't keep that mouth shut.
Ah, yes.
Courage.
Did you hear a squeak?
- I challenge you!
- I do not fight "tubies."
You will... next week.
It'll be me.
Better hope not.
I will make your death... interesting.
You touched me!
Come on! Come on.
Let's finish it, Alexander.
Here and now.
even if you were sober.
I don't fight for fun.
What do you fight for?
Did you fight for?
Saturday, Achilles, or not at all.
Whoo! All right, everyone.
Back to the bar.
What are you doing here?
I've been here all night.
Look, I don't want to be a jerk, but...
did
I mean, is there something
I ought to remember?
I carried you home.
- Undressed me?
- Yes. You don't mind?
Oh, no.
Sounds real romantic.
I studied your body.
Do tell.
Two legs, two arms...
one
Ow. Hangover.
Oh. Orange juice.
Orange juice.
Why?
Oh, no orange juice!
Of course not.
Coffee.
- You guys don't drink coffee.
- Never. It affects
Oh, don't tell me.
It stunts your growth.
No, it affects one's heart.
Thank God something does.
So, you were studying me?
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