How do I get to Moore parkway?
What does this look like, buddy, a gas station?
This is private property, so move before I have you arrested for trespassing.
I have come in the name of the Lord.
Yeah!
Let's party!
All right, 80 seconds before the cops will spot the silent alarm.
Let's hit it!
Available units, silent alarm in Omni-Militech storage facility, 128 Delorian avenue.
Please respond!
Night, let the forces of evil tremble. The justice has a new champion.
Megabyte man!
You, superhero! How about this?
The latest field combat hacker. 10000 bitrate with a laser satcomlink and mass-density battery.
This will be mighty weapon in my war against evil.
Sir! The cannon is in perfect working cond (?), sir.
This is an unauthorized entry! You are all under arrest!
I, Jeanne of Arc, command you, begone!
- That sucks! - Shoot the plasma cannon!
This one's for America!
Frank...
Hey, Combat Bill!
I think you're supposed to wear these.
Go!
Go ahead and shock the flatline, then let's quit.
Okay, everybody clear!
Officer Alex Murphy shot to death in a line of duty.
Legally he's dead. We can pretty much do what we want.
There's a new guy in town. His name's Robocop.
Murphy, it is you.
Oh Murphy... How bad?
Bad. Some kind of massive electrical discharge fried every dendrit in his synaptic net.
What the hell did this?
Well, nothing that I know of.
But whatever it is, packs a heck of a punch.
Nice dress.
I need to retrieve any data from his memory on the robbery.
Madigan, this is a total disruption. There may not be any memory left, period.
What've we got, Sarge?
Hot date?
Well, I could flash in the pan, what's up?
No prints, no fibres, no DNA traces, but forensics did find these.
Dog tags? Looks like they're fried.
I'll see if I can get the lab to raise the engraving.
Sergeant, I demand to know what the hell's going on here.
I'm afraid you've been robbed, sir.
Detective Madigan is in charge of the investigation.
Detective?
Eugene Omar, vice-president Omni-Militech.
Yes sir, I know.
Interpreting the on-duty dresscode a little liberately, aren't we, detective?
This was an emergency call, sir, I didn't have time to change.
Sergeant, will you tell me why this case has been assigned to a wo-, rookie?
Detective Madigan is one of our best investigators, sir.
The first thing we'll need is an inventory of what was stolen.
Hold on! Most of the ordnance in here is top secret.
Well, that's a problem, sir, we need to know what we're looking for, don't we?
Sergeant, keep me posted.
And you, little lady... I didn't stand for insubordination when I hold brass on my shoulders. And I'm damned if I'll take it from you.
Real, live chauvinist pig.
What does he think this is, the twentieth century?
This is still a men's world.
Yeah, well maybe that's why it's so screwed up.
Is he gonna die?
This one's for America!
I'm gonna be like Combat Bill when I grow up!
This one's for America!
Okay, raise the right arm.
His head's turning.
Yeah, I can see that. Okay, hold on.
Got it. Now, raise the right arm.
Did you reprogram the counter of ionization on the field dampers?
Of course I did.
Lucky guess.
Hey, Charlie! Can I talk to him?
Oh, I'll try his vocal synapse.
Off... officer... office... officer...
Adjusting a tonal oscillation.
Officer... Officer Madigan, how can I help you?
All right, he's back!
How are you feeling, partner?
I have been better.
Okay, so what hit you, can you remember anything about the robbery?
My memory banks were damaged.
There is much conflicting data.
Okay, maybe this will jog a few circuits. We found a melted pair of dog tags on the scene, right?
We've got a lab to raise the engraving enough to where we could identify one of them is belonging to something called H-company.
H-company?
Also known as Hard Company. An elite combat unit in the Amazon.
The entire company was massacred in the Feliz Navida offense nine years ago.
Sure, we learned all about that in social studies class. They were heroes.
Great, our only solid piece of evidence, and it points to a dead Amazon war hero.
- Madigan! - Sarge!
I've warned you about locking horns with OCP brass.
I just got a call from Public Works, Mr. Omar and the chairman himself want to see you, and I mean right now.
That's good, cause I'd like to talk to them.
- Madigan! - Don't worry Sarge, I'll be my usual charming self.
Yeah, that's what I was afraid of.
Come on, Gadget, upstairs.
Oh, can I stay? Please, Sarge!
I don't mind if she hangs around. Maybe she'll learn something.
- You sure? - Yeah.
You behave yourself, okay?
Don't worry, Charlie and me will fix you.
On the floor above, OCP's Neurobrain and Metronet computers manage the utility needs of over 3 million people, all of it powered from here.
This room is the heart of the entire system.
And this is what makes it tick. Omnium.
OCP's contribution to the periodic table of elements.
The first and only stable trans-uranic catalyst that successfully fuses hydrogen isotopes at low enough temperatures
to make cold fusion energy possible on a major scale.
The scientific explanation is in your brochures.
But with these 5 kilograms of omnium, we can generate enough energy to run our city into the next century.
Imagine the possibilities!
Enough power to industrialize a nation without a drop of oil, hydro dams or those pesky nuclear reactors.
And remember, our price includes installation plus, at no extra charge, a custom security system complements of Omni-Militech.
- General Omar! - Yes, thank you, sir.
Well... we have full video coverage enhanced by thermal, sonar and ion sweeps.
Now, say one of those crazy rebel groups that's always pestering you folks tries to take over?
That elevator is the only way in.
Should an intruder gain entry, cryoblasters will instantly reduce the temperature of the car to near absolute zero in 1.6 seconds.
Now, if that doesn't stop them cold, a 10-ton armored door drops into place, sealing off this chamber with an impenetrable barrier.
Gentlemen, I'm afraid we have to leave you now.
Business calls. If you have any further questions, I'm sure Dr. Tang can answer them.
You wanted to see me, sir?
Not here, detective, this way.
Is this what you call proper on-a-job attire?
It is a Metro-South.
Sir, I've got to discuss...
One moment, detective.
What is this?
Clear.
Little lady, what we're about to tell you is highly classified.
You understand, detective, we can't risk exposing military secrets to the enemy or, worse, a competitor.
Mr. Chairman, I'm only interested in taking out the bad guys.
I understand that.
But the stolen items must be recovered quietly. After all, we don't want to cause a panic.
Panic?
One of the weapons might pose a significant threat to public safety.
What the hell was in that warehouse?
In case you run into whatever caused that issue again, I'm installing an EDF.
EDF, that means electrostatic damping field.
Right. Here goes.
This one's for America!
Frank!
Robo, what's wrong?
Nothing.
You shouted a name, "Frank".
Uncle Sam's mission in the Amazon War is to defeat the enemy while saving the rainforest.
This ruled out most conventional weapons today. Omni Militech answer, a plasma cannon. A new generation in military technology.
We developed the plasma cannon for the Pentagon.
As a way to neutralize the enemy while causing minimum damage to the flora and fauna.
Neutralize, as in kill.
It fires a concentrated energy bolt at 800 million zoidian gausses, capable of destroying the electrical system of any machine, weapon or human.
Needless to say, OCP is anxious to avoid any publicity.
The very existence of this weapon must remain secret.
Oh, a killing machine is on the loose but you do not want to warn the people about it?
Try to understand OCP's position, detective. If word of its theft gets out...
If word gets out, you tell them that people's lives are more important than your precious corporate image!
Our country is at war. To divulge any of this would be treason.
Punishable by death.
It's not very nice to spy on a lady.
The plasma cannon is ready for transport, sir.
Good work, soldier. Our whole mission depends on this baby.
Dr. Rimmer, I saw her... a super-villainess inhabiting the city's computer net!
Hey, I'm real happy for you, pal. Just remember to take your super-vitamins.
Say hi to God from me, Joanie!
What's the problem, Lupus? Are you starting to shed?
Your damn pills can't help me! I'm changing!
Look: Fangs, hairs, I'm itchingly crazy, it's killing me.
Down, boy! Somebody help!
See what happens when you don't take your medication?
Let him sleep it off.
Damn it, he's sick, sir!
I gave you an order, soldier!
Roger that, sir.
Roger that.
You said the medication would pacify their episodes.
Hey, we are dealing with post-trauma personality displacement, psychosis the likes of which the medical world has never seen.
Can I help it if every so often one of them slips a gear?
Colonel Brock!
Damn it! Now what?
It's Lupus, sir. He's dead.
In the name of Father, Son and the Holy Spirit.
Murphy! I didn't know Charlie put you back online.
I put myself back. A crime has been committed.
So, I was just about to scan the Pentagon data on Hard company.
All killed in action.
These dog-tags had to come from somewhere...
Try next of kin.
None. I don't get it.
I will put those pictures on the wire.
So Murphy, you sure you're okay?
Yes, but thank you for your concern.
All right.
Lying, Alex? I didn't know you were programmed for deception.
I did not lie.
Okay, you bent the truth.
You know those are the creeps you ran into at the Militech warehouse.
Dead men do not commit crimes.
Why not? Officially, we're dead, and it hasn't stopped us.
Diana, can you access the Pentagon's classified data on Hard company?
Do you know how many security codes are layered on that stuff? There's a war on!
That should not be difficult for someone with your skill.
First lying, and now flattery?
What has got into you, Alex?
It is personal, Diana.
Okay, I'll do it, but only as a favor for you.
Keep me informed.
Yes, sir.
Got you, Murphy!
Friends of yours?
They are parents of a friend.
Correction... foster parents.
Frank was an orphan.
You and this Frank were close?
We grew up together.
Frank Uno was a sergeant at Hard company, killed in action.
But I saw him alive.
Did you check the Pentagon's files?
All I could find out was that Hard company was assigned to a top-secret biochemical project just before they were massacred.
And their codename was, get this, "Big Sword".
Ask nicely, and I may tell you the name of the Pentagon officer in charge of Hard company and Big Sword.
Tell me, please.
General Eugene Omar.
Vice-president of Omni Militech.
One and the same.
You see what happens when you're nice?
Diana. Thank you.
Anything for a friend.
Two hours to go, look alive.
You're one cold sucker, sir, begging your colonel's pardon.
Don't let one casualty make you lose sight of the objective, soldier!
He was in country with us, we bled on the same dirt.
It was no casualty, Lupus was a friend.
And a thousands more are just like him.
They'll all die the same way if we fail.
Lupus would've wanted us to go on.
Sanitation workers found him in the city dump.
Figured he was just another homeless John Doe.
The cop who responded got your APB on Hard company, she did two tours in the Amazon, and she recognized this... Zoom at the right wrist.
Let me guess, H-company. This guy was supposed to be killed nine years ago.
Yeah, I know, Feliz Navida.
I don't get it. Why did this guy end up in our morgue?
Well, the coroner said he had highly advanced nerve damage and cell cancer. Poor guy.
He was literally eaten away inside.
If he was a member of Hard company, guess what, Sarge? Pentagon has been lying to us all these years.
Yeah, well it wouldn't be the first time.
Detective Madigan!
I'm in an important meeting when I get a call demanding that I come here.
Like a come-in criminal.
This time I'm gonna have your badge.
I didn't call you in, sir.
Then who the hell did?
I did.
General Omar, you are wanted for questioning in connection with the warehouse robbery.
You have the right to remain silent, you may have a lawyer present during questioning.
If you cannot afford a lawyer, one will be provided for you.
Your heads are going to roll for this!
This one's for America!
Frank Uno, sergeant, first class with H-company.
And Lyle Vance, another member of Hard company found dead in a city garbage dump.
This all means squat to me.
You were the Pentagon officer in command of Hard company.
That information is classified.
Did you know that members of Hard company are still alive?
No, I did not.
TRUTH PROBABILITY: 0.8%
Voice-stress analysis indicates you are lying.
Hard company... never existed.
It was a coverstory cooked up... when we formed the Ghost squad.
Ghost squad?
Volunteers, orphans mostly. People who wouldn't be missed.
They carried out the most sensitive missions.
The ones that officially don't exist.
Mr. Brown, you've just won a brand new SUX 6000 and 500 gallons of ultra-leaded gasoline.
What do you have to say for yourself?
Boy, do I feel stupid!
Oh, you missed a good one.
Here goes... He's a winner, folks!
Freeze! Lose the guns!
Okay, okay, we don't get paid enough to get shot.
Lock them up!
Let's go!
We have taken the objective.
Somebody's pirating the signal over the police comnet, you'd better take a look.
To protest the cruel treatment of Americans who fought and died in the Amazon jungle,
we have seized OCP Public Works.
We have a weapon capable of destroying the omnium core which powers the Metronet that runs your city.
The plasma cannon.
We demand that former general Eugene Omar, now OCP vice-president of Omni Militech,
divulges the facts of operation "Big Sword" to the American public.
Divulges the facts of operation "Big sword" to the American public.
You have one hour to comply.
If our demand is not met, we will turn off your city.
Forever.
Can they carry out this threat?
Well, destruction of the isotopes is just for openers.
The electrostatic pulse of that cannon would fry the whole system.
The power will be out for years, maybe decades.
General Omar, what about giving in to their demand?
Wait-wait-wait, what is "Big Sword" anyway?
That information is classified.
Oh come on!
Big Sword was a secret biochemical projecct assigned to Hard company.
How the hell do you know that?
That information is classified.
General Omar, if you don't give them what they want those maniacs are gonna carry out their threat!
Now you try to imagine what a permanent loss of power will do to this city.
It will be the stone age before sunrise, do you really want that on your conscience?
You're asking me to commit treason, I won't do that.
Tell that to the chairman.
Omar, what the hell's going on? Are these people serious?
I'm afraid that's a roger.
Sir, I strongly advise against negotiating with these terrorists.
Quite right, but can we stop them?
They control the security system, sir, we can't get to them.
I can.
Hold on. The EDF I installed may shield you from one blast of that cannon, two tops.
Any more could result in terminal shutdown.
I will have to take that risk.
He is our only chance, sir.
Agreed.
Robocop, we're counting on you, son.
Good luck.
You heard?
Are you kidding?
Whatever they use to jam that signal gave me one very large headache.
Can you access the Public Works security system?
I already tried. They've got a hacker who could show me the way around the computer.
Alex, do you know what bolt of electrical plasma fired into the omnium core would do?
Permanent erasure of all data in Metronet and Neurobrain memory, including you.
Permanent erasure.
It's one way to describe it.
Another is death.
It's time for... Commander Cash!
Stupid gun, stupid old gun!
Hey, Bobby! Why the long face?
I'm bored! There's nothing to do!
Well, we can't have our nation's children bored.
You need the Eliminator-3000!
It has over 900 realistic warfare features including satellite dish, flamethrower, anti-tank missile and cluster bomb!
And, if you act now, you'll also receive "bag-o-guts"!
Wow! Looks like a real war wound!
Dad, don't let your little soldier get bored, I am the Eliminator-3000!
Additional bag-o-guts available at all OCP toy outlets and gift shops.
This is a MediaBreak bulletin.
A shocking development tonight.
A small band of armed terrorists has seized control of the OCP Public Works complex.
We have few details but the police has cordoned off the area, and the chairman of Omni-Consumer Products is on the scene.
We now go there live.
I repeat, there's no need to panic. We have total control of the situation.
The citizens of this city, not to mention our shareholders, can rest assured OCP will never bow to terrorists' threats.
We can't allow ourselves to be bullied and intimidated by a small group of mali-justed individuals.
Let him talk. In ten minutes he and three million citizens will be freezing in the dark.
We have provided a way to handle it, I assure you...
Police business, make way.
As I said, everything's under control. Robocop's on the job.
Joan, get up there, hold him off!
Activate the elevator!
Hit it!
Now that's staying cool!
Hit him!
Take him out!
Again!
Damn!
Surrender, or there will be trouble.
Trouble? Well, I'll show you trouble.
This one is for America!
Hold, you'll hit the omnium!
What do we do now?
What we came to do, soldier. Get back to your post.
Away of me, robot!
Now we are both offline.
This is between us, Frank.
I'm Combat Bill.
Your name is Frank Uno.
No, no! Frank Uno was a wimp man, Frank Uno was a wimp. Frank Uno was... he couldn't stand the heat of battle, that's why I took over!
Combat Bill.
God... I can feel myself slipping away, I ca-I can't stop it!
I want to help you, Frank.
How do you know my real name?
That is not important now.
Tell me about operation "Big Sword".
It's killing me. It's killing all of us that fought in the Amazon.
General Omar came up with this idea for Big Sword... some sort of chemical weapon.
Killing people but not the plants, ha!
A depopulate.
God forgive us.
What are you doing?
We have to help Joan and Combat Bill!
Forget them. They're casualties of war, soldier.
And so are you.
And they tried to hush us up, shipped us state-side.
Straight to the loony bin, they started pumping us full of dope to keep us quiet.
And we would've still been there if good ol' Brox didn't come along.
Who is Brox?
He was stationed at the hospital last year.
He and doc Rimmer, they wanted to help us tell the truth...
warn the people about Big Sword.
Why?
Well, they care!
They're the only ones that care about what happens to us.
What was that?
He's been shot!
Do you still believe Brox and Rimmer want to help you?
Warning: Core failure. Critical loss of power.
Backup systems overloaded. Termination of computer memory will occur in 15 minutes.
Alex! Please help me, they took the omnium!
Alex, help me, please!
What was that?
A friend. She is dying.
Warning: Backup systems overloaded. Termination of computer memory in 4 minutes.
Alex, please help me!
Alex, please! Help me, Alex!
There it is again.
Your partners are stealing the omnium.
I must stop them.
Count me in.
Oh God, those maniacs have shut down the Metronet!
What the hell have you got my company into?
Mr. Chairman, I assure you...
The only assurance I want is that your letter of resignation will be on my desk first thing in the morning!
You pompous strutting matronette (?)!
My resignation?
You bet your ass!
Warning: Termination of computer memory will occur in 3 minutes 30 seconds.
Here!
Our South American partners will pay extra buggle for this baby.
Warning: Termination of computer memory will occur in 3 minutes.
I'm getting weaker, Alex.
- Please! - Man, you sure got some weird friends.
Why does she call you "Alex"?
We are close.
Yeah, I knew a kid named Alex once... no-no, a long time ago.
Alex... Murphy.
Yeah, yeah, how did you...
How would you...
Murphy, is that you?
I was. A long time ago.
No, it can't be...
Man, you sure have changed.
So have you.
You are under arrest.
Warning: Termination of computer memory will occur in 2 minutes.
Get behind me!
Give it up, Brox!
This one IS for America!
I'm getting weaker, Alex. Please help me!
Warning: Termination of computer memory will occur in 1 minute.
Ha! You missed!
No, you missed!
Warning: Termination of computer memory in 10 seconds.
9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
Power has been restored. Have a nice day.
Are you all right?
Thanks to you.
Hey, do I see an angel?
I will summon paramedics.
Don't bother.
Tell my parents that...
What will we tell them?
That he died.
For his country.
Give us three minutes, and we'll give you the world.
This is MediaBreak with Bo Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.
As Congress began hearings on the Big Sword's scandal, rocking the Pentagon, members approved funding for medical research
to help Amazon vets who may have been exposed to the deadly biotoxin.
In Detroit, former general Eugene Omar resigned from the Omni Militech after his involvement in Big Sword was exposed.
The sale of Puerto Rico to the group of Taiwanese businessmen is a step closer to reality.
As the government spokesperson noted today in Washington: "They have plans for it, we don't".
Sorry about your friend.
He may have saved the lives of a lot of Amazon war vets.
At least, he went out as a hero.
He was a good soldier.
I wonder how many more like him have to die in that stupid war.
Do you think the Amazon war will ever come to an end?
Let's hope so.
With luck, maybe we will outgrow it.