Short Circuit 2 Page #7

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...fifty-five!

That's great.

I think this Mr. Diddley

did more for this country...

...than Warren G. Hardon. Harding.

It's okay, Ben.

Oh, my, how time is fun

when you're having flies.

I know an all-night rock-and-roll place.

An after-hours club. You up for it?

Yes, I am in all directions for it.

Most definitely.

We need a cab.

No, I will get it. Allow me, sir....

Ma'am. Pardon me.

Hello, taxi!

God, you can't even get a cab in this city.

Au contraire, mi amiga. Did I startle you?

-What is that?

-What is what?

That!

There are 2,312 taxicabs in this city.

There's one now. Hey, taxi! Cab!

Oh, yeah? Bull's-eye!

Ben, what the hell is that?

It looks like a giant one of your toys.

Oh, but-- Yes, it does, doesn't it?

Will you please tell me what that thing is?

Thank you for stopping.

-Please.

-Excuse me.

Number Johnny Five.

Thank you, friend.

-Now, you go back home.

-Okay.

Okay, all loaded. 1,000 toy robots.

Is that it, Robby?

You enjoying Planet Earth?

What?

Take me to your leader.

What's this?

This is XL-7, over and out.

Oh, Oscar!

Hola, dude! What's happening?

Number Johnny Five, the date was...

...such a success.

We talked.

We danced.

We drank champagne.

Well...

...she sure came through with the money.

Benny, our first big score. Look at that.

Half those zeroes are yours.

Come on, you gonna hold a grudge

all your life? Be happy!

We're finally making it!

No! No way!

Who are you guys anyway?

-Five?

-Number Johnny Five?

Oscar, you're such a friendly guy.

I always enjoy talking to you.

Well, I've always enjoyed talking to you.

But you know something, Johnny?

I'm worried about our friends,

Benjamin and Frederick.

Frederick is not my friend.

Well, to be perfectly honest,

I never liked him either.

-But Benjamin is our friend, right?

-True-blue.

Now, with all the break-ins,

the vandalism...

...the sudden attacks by those thugs...

...you and I have to make sure

Benjamin is safe.

Okay.

Now, across the street out there

is a little secret room...

...that I happen to know about

and it's a perfect hiding place.

And I thought Benjamin

could use an escape tunnel...

...to that room in case

those villains come back.

I worked it out in intricate detail.

It's taken me a long time, let me tell you.

Borrowing the blueprints,

purchasing equipment.

Here, let me show you.

Get in there!

Oh, dear!

I get it. Industrial espionage.

We got a hot toy,

so the big boys want it, right?

Relax, get comfortable.

You're gonna be here for a while.

Somebody will let you out

Monday morning.

You screw around with Johnny Five...

...he's gonna knock you

into the next ZIP code, pal.

The robot is working for us now, pal.

When he's finished,

we'll turn him into aluminium siding.

No, sir, please!

Now I wonder...

...if you would help me...

...finish my hiding place...

...for our friend Benjamin.

Certainly, Oscar.

I'd detach my right arm for Benjamin.

And my left arm. Or both arms. Oh, wait.

Subterranean excavation

requires many permits.

Department of Water, telephone company,

city planners--

I have them, every single one.

Okay.

Low bridge.

This place is a mess.

I'm sorry I tried to sell

your goddamned robot.

Okay? It was a dirty trick.

I'm a jerk. I'm a sleazeball.

You're getting warmer.

It's just that when you owe

as much money as I do...

...it puts you under pressure.

And who would be foolish enough

to loan money to you?

Don't rub it in. I had to go to a shark.

Now you're expecting me

to believe that you...

...you borrowed money from a fish.

A loan shark.

If you don't pay them back right away...

...they start removing

popular parts of your anatomy.

And this shark money,

it is what you have used to help me?

I did it to help us.

Give us our big break, you know?

You are risking

your popular body parts to...

-...to start our business?

-Yes.

Only, then I got greedy. I mean, come on...

...a robot worth $11,000,000.

I couldn't stand it.

I should have known it wouldn't work.

That thing ran me all over

to hell and gone...

...which I deserve, I admit.

How do you control it, though?

Really, Benny,

that thing doesn't work so good.

Well, there is something in which

I have not told you also.

The reason it is so difficult

to control is because...

-...it is just like you and I.

-What are you talking about?

I mean, it is making a lot of mistakes

because it is alive.

Alive?

I know what it's like for Benjamin

working long hours...

...for very little compensation.

I work all day with other people's money.

Look, but don't touch.

Don't make mistakes.

They treat me like a machine.

Like a machine?

This gives you bad emotion,

loneliness, unhappiness.

Oscar, come here.

I understand.

So those two d*ckheads out there,

if they smash Johnny Five up...

...would they shut him down or something?

-He'll be dead?

-Lf he is losing his power, yes.

That's it. We gotta get out of here.

All right, the two of us together.

We can take it.

One shot. Mind over matter. Ready?

-Ready.

-On three?

One, two, three.

My mind is not getting over that matter.

That is for certain.

Oh, good golly! I just remembered.

I'm now missing

my second date with Sandy.

Oh, no.

Squid. I need squid.

Wait a minute, they screwed up!

-What?

-Look!

"Doo Wah's Chinese Restaurant and Deli."

There is the address right there!

We know where we are!

Oh, such excellent luck.

But to whom are we to tell

this earth-quaking news?

Right.

It doesn't help us save

Number Johnny Five.

We may be too late already.

We've been here for hours.

It is unfortunate we're not carrying

a telephone with us.

-Well, I left mine in the Mercedes.

-No, I am speaking seriously.

There is a telephone line here.

I can wire in the telephone easily.

Hey, Benny, can't you use that?

I mean you're a high-tech kind of a guy.

Can't you make something?

Send them Morse code or something?

"Johnny's in the tunnel with Oscar

Digging ten feet below

"Johnny's in the tunnel with Oscar"

Juicy Fruit...

...to hold the wire in place.

Ringing! It is ringing.

Ringing again.

And someone has picked up.

Now quickly, tell me the code.

This Morse code.

-I don't know it!

-What do you mean?

I thought you knew that stuff.

No. This is a fine--

What kind of a genius

are you if you don't know it?

How am I supposed to know Morse code?

-I can't believe you--

-Oh, dear.

What is that?

-The Beach Boys, 1964, "Help Me, Rolla."

-Rhonda.

I'm studying popular music,

so I can increase my relationships...

...and communications with Sandy,

who I'll probably never be seeing again.

Wait a minute. Fred has this weird idea.

"I don't know why

"But I'm feeling so sad

"I long to try something I've...."

-Is this gonna work?

-Yes. I think she will understand.

She's very knowledgeable in this field.

-Does she have an answering machine?

-Yes.

Greetings. Hello, I'm Sandy Banatoni.

I'm not here,

but leave message at sound of tone.

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