(ED-209) Please put down your weapon.
You have 20 seconds to comply.
I think you'd better do what he says, Mr. Kinney.
You now have 15 seconds to comply.
You are in direct violation of Penal Code 113, section nine.
- You now have five seconds to comply. - (screaming)
Four... three...
...two... one.
I am now authorized to use physical force.
Somebody wanna call a goddamn paramedic? Let's go, Johnson.
Did you pull the plug on this thing?!
Don't touch him. Don't touch him!
- He didn't hear the gun drop. - He didn't hear it?!
Dick, I'm very disappointed.
I'm sure it's only a glitch. A temporary setback.
You call this a glitch?!
We begin construction in six months.
Your "setback" could cost us $50 million in interest payments alone.
Not necessarily. Perhaps you know of the RoboCop programme...
...developed by myself at Security Concepts as a contingency against this?
- Thank you, Mr. Morton. I'm sure this... - Now wait a minute.
Dick!
Maybe what we need here is a fresh perspective.
Tell me about your plan. How long will it take?
We're ready to go. We've restructured the police department with prime candidates.
I'm confident we can go to prototype within 90 days.
Good. Get your staff together. I'll expect a full presentation in 20 minutes.
Thank you, sir.
Yes! That's how it's done in the big leagues. You see an opening and go for it.
Watch your back, Bob. Jones is gonna come looking for you.
Fuck Jones! He fumbled the ball and I was there to pick it up.
Too bad about Kinney, huh?
That's life in the big city.
- (Johnson) When do we start? - As soon as some schmuck volunteers.
Pretty fancy moves, Murphy.
Yeah, well, my son Jimmy watches this cop show, TJ Lazer.
This Lazer does this when he takes down a bad guy. So my kid thinks a good cop...
And you don't wanna disappoint him.
Yeah, well, role models can be very important to a boy.
OK, OK, I get a kick out of it.
(police radio) All units. Sector nine.
Well, that's...
Why don't you drive?
Suspects are armed and considered dangerous.
Shit!
I don't believe it! You burnt the fuckin' money!
I had to blow the door! What do you want?
It's as good as marked, you asshole! You stupid, stupid asshole!
- Clarence! - What do you want?!
We got a cop on our tail.
- Come on, man. Speed it up. - Move it!
- Hey, this crate won't outrun a cop's! - Slow down, then.
- Are you crazy, man? - Shut the fuck up and do it! Just do it!
Central, this is 154. We are in pursuit of suspect. Request backup.
(dispatcher) Roger, 154.
- Backup currently unavailable. - Give me your piece.
Backup ETA, 15 minutes.
- Bobby, get the door. Everybody load up. - All right, let's go. Come on!
- OK! - All right, here we go.
Now!
- What the fuck...? Where did he go? - (Clarence) Emil!
Here! He's up here!
Get 'em!
- Shit, Clarence. My leg. - Leon, pick him up.
- Ready? - No. Hang on.
Bobby.
- Can you fly, Bobby? - Clarence, no.
Hit it!
No!
(gang members laugh)
This is unit 154. We located that van by the Old Mill in sector 3D.
- Where's that backup? - Still unavailable.
- Oh, man! - 20 minutes before units can arrive.
Well, you call it.
- Let's do it. - OK.
Go.
(Murphy) Stay in touch.
(man whistles tune)
Freeze.
OK, let's see those hands. Nice and easy.
Sure. Mind if I...
...zip this up?
(laughs)
- We rob banks but never keep the money. - (Emil) Takes money to make money.
We steal money to buy coke, then sell the coke to make even more money.
- Capital investment. - Why bother making it? Let's just steal it.
Best way to steal money is free enterprise.
- Smoke? - No. You know, those things'll kill ya.
Yeah.
Do you wanna live for ever?
(Emil laughs)
Hey! Don't move.
Go ahead and do it.
Dead or alive, you're coming with me.
(Murphy on radio) Lewis? Lewis!
Lewis, I got a situation here.
OK, tough guy, get up. Turn around. Spread your legs. That's right.
(Murphy) Lewis, where are you? You all right?
Put your hands on your head.
- Lewis? - (gun is cocked)
Why don't you let us take over from here, Emil?
- Your ass is mine. - (Clarence) No!
Not yet it ain't.
Well, what have we here?
You a good cop, hotshot?
Sure you are.
Why, you gotta be some kinda great cop.
Come in here all by yourself.
(cries out in pain)
Where's your partner? Where's your partner?
Well, guys. The other one was upstairs.
She was sweet!
Mm-mm-mm!
I took her out.
I bet that really pisses you off.
(thug laughs)
You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy. Do you?
Buddy, I think you're slime.
(raucous laughter)
See, I got this problem.
Cops don't like me.
So I don't like cops.
Na na na na na na...
(cocks gun)
Na na na na na...
- Well, give the man a hand. - (thugs laugh)
He's all yours.
(laughter continues)
- All right, look out. - Turn around, man.
Hey, brave boy! Hey, over here!
(screams)
- I'm outta ammo. - Me too.
Hey, Clarence! He's still alive.
Does it hurt? Does it hurt?
(thugs laugh)
OK. Fun's over.
OK, let's get outta here.
Good night, sweet prince. (laughs)
Hey, wait up, wait up, wait up.
Murphy.
Let's get him over here.
- The ventilator. Get the mask. - Get him into OR4.
Easy, easy.
Slow down now. Slow down.
OK, get the door.
- Let me get pressure. - Good. Mask him.
Got a pressure of 60 Pel.
We're gonna have to intubate this guy.
OK. We got it in. Breath sounds?
- You're in. - Other side.
- OK. Let's get the MAST trousers out. - (nurse) Get the clothes off.
(doctor) Prep him for a central line. Let's get some blood drawn.
Type and crossing, six units.
- (nurse) His pressure's dropping. - OK.
(doctor) I've got a central line in. Get the pressure back.
(son) Can you do that, Dad?
I really have to tell you something.
(nurse) I've got 40 Pel.
- Michelle, we're flat here. - V-fib.
OK, we gotta shock him.
Let's go ahead and blow up the MAST trousers.
Stand clear.
Coarse V-fib. Let's shock him again.
Clear.
- Flatline. - Let's go. Intracardiac epinephrine.
- Let's go. - OK.
- All right, it's in. - There's no pulse.
All right. Let's shock the flatline, then let's quit.
Everybody, clear!
(doctor) All right, I think that's all we can do. Let's call it. What's the time?
- Come on, man, let's smoke 'em. - (manic laugh)
The wrecking crew is here! Where is that metallic motherfucker?
Zip it up, man.
Nothin' fancy. Just kill him.
Emil! In the van.
- You should get out of here now. - Hey, we're partners.
Get the car.
- Damn it. Shit. - Looking for me?
Cut him off! Go on, cut him off!
Go! Go!
OK! Now I gotcha!
(gasping)
(cries out in agony)
Shit!
- (Emil whines) - Argh!
- (rasping) Help me. - Don't touch me, man!
Help me!
Shit!
- Bye-bye, baby. - (RoboCop) Clarence!
OK. I give up.
- I'm not arresting you any more. - Hey, hey! Now wait a second.
Wait a minute. You're taking this kinda personal, aren't you?
Come on, man. You're making me nervous.
You can't do this.
Don't mess around! Hey! Come on, man, don't get cute!
- Die, you bastard! - Yeah!
Yeah, all right!
I got him, Clarence!
(moans)
(screams)
Sayonara, RoboCop.
Lewis!
Murphy, I'm a mess.
They'll fix you.
They fix everything.
(yells)
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Three dead police officers, one critically injured.
Police union leaders blame Omni Consumer Products, OCP...
... a firm which has entered into a contract with the city...
... to fund and run the Detroit Metropolitan Police Department.
Dick Jones, division president, OCP.
Every policeman knows there are certain risks that come with the territory.
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Although seriously wounded, Officer Frank Frederickson escaped...
... and identified this man.
Clarence Boddicker, unofficial crime boss of Old Detroit...
... now sought in connection with the deaths of 31 police officers.
Today he's at large, while doctors at Henry Ford Memorial Hospital...
... fight to save the life of Officer Frank Frederickson. Good luck, Frank.
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Attempted murder? It's not like he killed someone!
This is a violation of my client's civil rights.
Make it "aggravated assault" and I can make bail, in cash, now!
Listen, pal. Your client's a scumbag. You are a scumbag.
Scumbags see the judge on Monday morning.
Now get out of my police station and take laughing boy with you!
Hi.
Murphy, transferring in from Metro South.
- Nice precinct. - Yeah, pretty good.
We work for a living down here, Murphy. Get your armor and suit up.
Not now. Get a cup of coffee.
- Stark, any word on Frederickson? - They're still listing him as critical.
His wife must be going out of her mind.
- Murphy, huh? - Yeah, that's me. Hi.
- What brings you to this paradise? - Beats me.
I think OCP's moving a lot of new guys here.
Omni Consumer Products.
What a bunch of morons!
They're gonna manage this department right into the ground.
- Where are you from? - Metro South.
Welcome to hell.
Murphy! They cut ten guys loose over on the East Side.
You try to get back up when you're in a jam.
Yeah, try to get a medevac after you've been jammed.
I'll tell you what we should do. We should strike. Fuck 'em.
The funeral's tomorrow.
The department requests all officers not on duty to attend.
Any donations for the family may be given to Cecil, as usual.
I don't wanna hear any more talk about strike.
We're not plumbers. We're police officers.
And police officers don't strike.
Murphy, front and centre.
(yelling)
Hello, tiger!
Lewis! Come here when you've finished fuckin' around with your suspect.
This guy's gonna be your new partner.
Murphy, meet Lewis. Show him the neighborhood.
- Glad to know you, Murphy. - Pretty neat.
I better drive until you know your way around.
I usually drive when I'm breaking in a new partner.
Do you really think the Old Man is gonna be there? Why would they invite us?
All division heads are bringing their support teams. It's big.
They must be green-lighting Delta City.
Are you kidding? They never work ahead of schedule.
It's Jones. He's got the 209 series on line and now he wants to show off.
- That's a tough break, Bob. - What? What?
When ED-209 ran into serious delays and cost overruns...
...the Old Man ordered a backup plan.
Probably just to light a fire under Jones's ass.
- Old Bob here gets the assignment. - Yeah.
Nobody in Security Concepts takes it seriously.
It's a better plan. Fuckin' Jones! I'd go to the Old Man if I could.
Don't mess with Jones. He'll make sushi out of you.
- Be careful. I hear Jones is a real shark. - Who asked you, twerp?
What about this police thing?
Their union's been bitching since we took over. The usual nonsense.
We'll turn things around.
Good. Very good. Let's get started.
My friends...
...I've had this dream...
...for more than a decade now.
A dream which I've invited you all to share with me.
In six months we begin construction...
...of Delta City...
...where Old Detroit now stands.
Old Detroit has a cancer.
The cancer is crime, and it must be cut out...
...before we employ the two million workers that will revive this city.
Yes.
Shifts in the tax structure have created an economy ideal for corporate growth.
But community services, in this case, law enforcement, have suffered.
I think it's time we gave something back.
Dick.
Take a close look at the track record of this company.
You'll see that we have gambled in markets...
...traditionally regarded as nonprofit.
Hospitals, prisons, space exploration.
I say good business is where you find it.
(applause)
As you know, we have a contract with the city to run local law enforcement.
But at Security Concepts, we believe an efficient police force...
...is only part of the solution.
No. We need something more.
We need a 24-hour-a-day police officer.
A cop who doesn't need to eat or sleep.
A cop with superior firepower, and the reflexes to use it.
Fellow executives...
...it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to the future of law enforcement.
(Jones) ED-209.
The Enforcement Droid, series 209...
...is a self-sufficient law-enforcement robot.
209 is programmed for urban pacification, but that is only the beginning.
After a successful tour of duty in Old Detroit...
...we can expect 209 to become the hot military product for the next decade.
- Dr McNamara. - We'll need an arrest subject.
- Mr. Kinney, would you give us a hand? - Yes, sir.
Mr. Kinney is going to help us simulate a typical arrest and disarming procedure.
Mr. Kinney, use your gun in a threatening manner.
- Point it at ED-209. - Yes, sir.
- It's sharp. - Yeah, it's startin' to roll.
Ah... shit!
Bring in the LED.
Lock it down.
- He's on. - What's the story?
We were able to save the left arm.
What? I thought we agreed on total body prosthesis. Lose the arm, OK?
Jesus, Morton.
- Can he understand me? - Doesn't matter. We'll blank his memory.
I think we should lose the arm. What do you think?
He signed release forms when he joined the force. He's legally dead.
We can do pretty much what we want to.
Lose the arm.
Shut him down. Prep him for surgery.
The entire outer skin will be like this.
It's titanium, laminated with Kevlar.
Go ahead. Shake his hand.
Do you come here often?
Ow! God! He's got a helluva grip.
It's 400 foot-pounds. He could crush every bone in your hand.
All right, attach it to his shoulder.
I like that.
You are gonna be a bad motherfucker.
(cheering)
Hey, look! Look! He's watching us!
Hi! Happy New Year.
- This is for you. - (all) Ah!
Happy New Year.
(all) Oh...!
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Go, Robo.
(drunkenly) I'm what you call a repeat offender.
I repeat, I will offend again. I get my orders from a higher source.
Shut up, asshole.
- Bring him in through the side door. - A cell has been set up for us.
- What's goin' on here? - Who is this guy?
- Sergeant Reed. - What's this about?
It's about official OCP business. So please, get lost.
- We've got four or five days... - This is bullshit!
I take my orders from...
(heavy footfalls)
What is this shit?
When you are at rest, you will sit in the chair.
Yes, I understand.