RoboCop 2

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Lethal Response.

On the international scene,

the Amazon Nuclear Power Facility has blown its stack.

Irradiating the world's largest rain forest.

Environmentalists call it a disaster.

But don't they always.

In national news,

Attorney General Marcos today approved

the E.D. 209 Combat Unit,

for deployment in five American cities,

despite widespread complaints of malfunction.

The Surgeon General is dead,

gunned down 20 minutes ago by a militant addict

of the deadly designer drug, Nuke.

The greatest health threat facing our nation...

Nuke,

the most addictive narcotic in history.

A plague that...

Get some help!

Nuke!

Nuke!

Nuke!

This station has just received the following transmission from Cain,

convicted murderer and leader of the Nuke Cult.

People want paradise.

And they will have it.

The assassination is the latest act of

terrorism by Cain, following the fire-bombing

of a drug-treatment clinic, that left five dead last week.

Following the latest breakdown in negotiations,

Detroit's police today returned to the picket line,

demanding better terms from Omni Consumer Products, O.C.P.,

the corporation contracted by the city,

to run the Detroit Police Department.

O.C.P. cut our salaries 40 percent and canceled our pensions.

And now they refuse to even talk to us.

God knows why, but they want this strike.

What happened?

Hmm.

Ooh, look what we got.

Get up.

Hold him!

You put my eye out, bitches!

Shut up, you fuckhead!

Ow! You're breaking my fucking arm.

Look at this. What a nasty man.

Night's made.

Let's pay papa and get us what we need.

Nuke me, baby.

I'll kill you, bitches!

He's up! Come on!

You're shit with a timer, man.

Come on! Come on! Let's go!

I'll take out an army with this shit. Hah!

Let's load up and get the hell out of here!

Where's the bullets for this gun, man, huh?

Third drawer, bottom.

Wow!

We should have brought a truck! Ha, ha!

I really like this gun, man.

So just take it and get out.

Thanks.

I don't believe this!

- What? - It's the cops, man.

Cops are on strike, stupid.

Can't you hear that?

What did I tell you?

I'll fix him.

Did you see that? We got him!

Beautiful. Come on, man, let's move it.

No. One more.

Nice shit, man.

Fucking cops.

Peace officer.

Think it over, creep.

Nuke.

It's not mine, man!

Where is it made?

Not mine, man! I told you, I'm clean.

Ow!

Where is it made?

I don't know, man!

All I know is where I get it!

Freeze.

Nobody move.

This is a bust.

Ladies, stay down.

Somebody! Open the fridge, damn it!

Open the door, come on.

Can't shoot a kid, can you, fucker?

"Can't shoot a kid, can you?"

Throw it home, Dad!

Shut up!

Drop it, or the little shit's dead!

I'll blow its fucking head off, man!

Lewis, hang it up.

Now, no shit from either one of you!

And don't try to follow me!

We won't.

- The baby's going with me! - No.

I'll kill it, man! I'll do it. I'll fucking kill it.

We can't have that.

Nice shooting.

See you, Jimmy.

Hi, Mom

Don't do it! No, stop! Stop it!

O.C.P. defines you as a machine

that utilizes some living tissue.

You understand that.

Yes.

And so, uh, do you consider yourself human?

I require an answer.

Stop tape.

Do you have any idea what you're doing to that poor woman?

Take a look at her file. Go on.

Officer, Mrs. Murphy is bringing suit against O.C.P.

My name is Tom Delaney. I'm representing her.

Up to a few months ago, she wouldn't leave her bedroom.

Then there were the therapists and the hypnotists and the harmonic treatments...

And then you pull this shit.

Driving past her house day after day,

spying on her, trying to make her think her husband is still alive.

She's barely started to accept the loss.

You're ripping her to pieces.

And for what?

Do you think you could ever be a husband to her?

I mean, what can you offer her?

Companionship?

Love?

A man's love?

No.

Roll tape.

Are you Alex Murphy?

No.

Are you human?

No.

You are simply a machine.

I am...

a machine.

Nothing more.

Nothing more.

That'll do it. Stop tape.

Now, you stay there.

All right, go get her.

Let's be decent about this. Give them some privacy.

I don't have a problem with that.

Alex?

Don't you know me?

Don't you remember me?

Alex, it doesn't matter what they've done to you.

Touch me.

It's cold.

They made this

to honor him.

No. I... No...

Your husband is dead.

I don't know you.

Why is this happening?

I thought all communications systems were the same.

I tried to save the company a few bucks.

It took two days to download specs from Cleveland.

I lost the account.

It hardly befits the dignity of my office

to have to come to you, Johnson.

My apologies for the slight inconvenience, Your Honor.

20 minutes in rush-hour traffic isn't slight,

not when you're the mayor of a major American city.

All right, let's get to business.

When are you going to start paying the cops so they'll go back to work?

We're not a charity.

The city owes us over 37 million dollars.

Well, you'll have to cut us some slack.

A deadline's a deadline. Sorry.

How are we supposed to raise that kind of money with things the way they are?

You aren't.

What the hell is he talking about?

We don't expect you to pay.

Let me refer you to our contract.

"In the event of default,

"O.C.P. shall have the uncontested right of foreclosure

"on all city assets."

You signed this!

So you're saying, we miss one payment, and you can foreclose?

We can and we will. We're taking Detroit private.

So you deliberately undermined our credit.

That was the easy part.

And you engineered the police strike.

You want Detroit to tear itself apart

so you can raid it like you would any other corporation?

Do you know how many people are dying out there?

You're murderers.

I'd advise you to say nothing further. It might be actionable.

It's bullshit!

Bullshit, you senile, old bastard!

All right, calm down. I think we'd better get out of here.