Short Circuit 2 Page #5

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No, it can't be.

The Nova project was scrapped

and the robots were destroyed.

I'm telling you, it's a Nova robot.

Follow the red card. Winners all the time.

Everybody is a winner.

Follow the red card.

Red to black.

Follow the red card, not the black card.

Here it is. Step right up.

Take a chance. Place a bet.

It's just that me and Ben Jahrvi,

we've got--

Ben Jahrvi?

Ben Jahrvi, wasn't he with Nova Robotics?

He was Newton Crosby's partner.

Whatever happened to those guys?

They were supposed to be

such hotshot engineers.

Incredible adaptability.

It's a breakthrough in artificial intelligence.

-Hi.

-Very impressive, Mr.--

Ritter, Fred Ritter. Nice to meet you.

Ritter, huh?

You say it's not remote controlled...

...but how can you get...

...such a range of abilities?

Corporate secrets

which I will explain in detail...

...once we have a sale.

That is, if you're interested.

Well, yes, of course, we are interested.

Sale. Contract by which ownership

of property is transferred.

What property is for sale?

Well, you, I hope.

Fred wants to sell me?

-Come on, it's just a figure of speech.

-Am not property, Frederick.

One whose person is under control

of another as master, is a slave.

That's all we need,

a robot who's into equal rights.

Five, if you blow this, I'll pull your head off.

I swear to God I will.

But they cannot purchase me.

Cannot. I am alive!

I am endowed by my creator

with certain inalienable rights!

Falling 32 feet per second. Unacceptable.

Better hurry before I make

a big hit on Broadway.

Steady, watch the trim.

It's great up here.

No problems.

Look up there.

-What is that? Look at that thing!

-Some kind of a bird!

No, it's a hang glider!

I wish I were a bird.

Me, Chrome-Breasted Input Eater.

Dream on, Johnny. Landing area, 6:00.

Beginning final approach.

What's this?

Aesthetic input. Sculpture. Modern art.

An early Brancusi?

Please, darling, it is a Hankoff.

It's gaunt, angular...

...repulsive.

What do you think, Mr. Slater?

We can call it Funny Fingers.

Sandy....

Now, you've been with us how long?

Two months?

You still haven't found one item

I'd consider carrying.

The robots, sir. I found those.

Where are they?

You're dealing with a street hustler.

-Come on, Sandy. Get with it!

-He's not street hustler.

He's a robotics engineer.

He worked for the government.

He's very businesslike.

A total professional.

Pardon.

Delivery boy.

-That was my boss.

-Sorry.

Listen, Ben.

What's going on with those robots?

We're getting close to the deadline.

Well, we are manufacturing them

like gangbangers.

Busters. Gangbusters.

Busters.

Okay, good. Totally professional.

I knew I could count on you.

I can count on you, can't I?

Sandy, that pogo stick guy

is waiting for you upstairs.

I gotta run. Contact me

as soon as the complete shipment is ready.

Hold this. Thank you. Sandy?

Excuse me.

It is time to tell you something

which is very important.

I have a need to explain.

Oh, God. There's a problem, isn't there?

You won't be able

to make the robots on time?

I knew it.

Slater tells us, "Don't take chances."

So I don't.

Then I take a chance and then....

-He'll fire me.

-No, everything is okay.

This is not my current discussion of topic.

Ben, then, what is?

Well....

I am wishing to say there is a...

...great deal of weather today.

I say, you know,

you have attractive shoes and earrings.

Thank you.

I am fascinated by your hypnotic blue eyes.

I mean, brown.

They're brown.

-Ben--

-It is a small talk, chat-chit to...

...to increase the relationship with--

Ben, you don't have to make small talk.

We're already in business.

What you have to make...

...are those damn little robots, you know?

And I really got to run,

so why don't you go back to work, okay?

I shall be damn sure

telling you when the robots are...

...to be completed. To damn to be sure.

Gaya yaar, sub kharaab, hogaya.

Maybe a new wardrobe would help.

Great fit! Fashion statement.

Mixing in with all the other living bipeds.

I'm just like you

except I'm from out of town.

They're buying it.

Beautiful architecture.

Edifice, Romanesque.

Can someone direct me

to the answers, please?

Maybe that's where the answers are.

Hello?

Yes, my child?

Hello. Need input.

Input? Well, that's what I'm here for, son.

People dislike me.

Call me droid, ugly mother.

My goodness.

Well, I've been called a few names myself.

I understand it. It always hurt.

We all want to be liked.

The truth is,

it doesn't matter what people think of you.

It doesn't?

No. What matters is what you do,

how you live...

...what the Lord thinks about you.

We're all equal before Him.

All equal? Oh, but I'm different. I'm a--

No, you're not.

No matter what you've done...

...you are as deserving as anyone else.

You possess the immortal soul.

That makes you equal.

Soul? Yes, input from

Bible, Koran, Upanishads.

Well, I lean towards the Bible myself.

I possess immortal soul?

Of course you do, my son.

You're human, right?

No, I'm a machine, but I am alive.

Now, this is confession!

You don't play games in the house of God!

Not games. Have questions.

Need answers.

Then come to confession yourself.

Don't send a machine!

You can't confess by remote control.

Now, out! Get out!

Look at that thing over there.

You think that's the who's-it

that trashed the bookstore?

How many of these could there be?

All right. Fun's over.

Police officer,

can you answer questions for me?

Just the facts.

Whoever's running this, this is the police.

-Come on out now.

-But I am out.

Here I am.

Listen up, now!

We got complaints on this thing.

Complaints? I did something wrong?

All right.

This is your last chance.

Either you come out now

or we're impounding this piece of equip--

But I am not equipment.

Am passerby, man on street, average Joe.

Is this thing for real?

Sure. I'm just on my way

to pick up the kids and my wife.

My wife, Morgan Fairchild.

That's the ticket.

You will book me, Danno?

I will make your day? Do not pass go?

I'm underage, you know.

Okay, hold it there.

Mug shots?

-The chief said to get a photo record.

-What are we supposed to do?

Jail is for human beings.

They may be scum of the earth...

...but they're human beings.

But I am alive. Read my lip lights.

"I think, therefore I am."

Take it down to Stolen Goods.

I am not stolen goods.

Out!

Oh, but hath not a robot eyes?

Hath not a robot hands, organs,

dimensions, senses...

...affections, passions?

If you prick us, do we not bleed?

Battery fluid, maybe.

Let me get this straight.

You tried to sell Number Johnny Five?

Yes, but it fell through.

So, where is he now?

I lost him.

I see.

So, you lost him? Oh, well.

Saala gandu! Lundia!

Take it easy! I just misplaced him.

Like car keys, sunglasses--

How are you misplacing

a 700-pound car key?

-Don't come any closer.

-You coward!

You snake in the glass!

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