- It's looking okay, boss. - We can't be too careful, slob.
Rad, shoot me.
Hey, you're all fuzzy, boss.
Spy-guard. Scrambles electronic surveillance for a hundred yards.
On sale from Security Concepts. I love this country.
Nadia, keep those beautiful eyes open for trouble.
Anything you say, Vlad, darling.
Rad, check the stuff.
Pure beluga.
Hey, what's going on here? You're the captain?
Nope. Captain's busted. And so are you, Molotov.
Smuggling Russian caviar is a federal offense.
And we got you on video. You're going away for a long time.
You think so, cop?
Damn it, I knew it!
We've got a problem, Sarge, he's wearing a spy-guard.
You see, sergeant? You've got no evidence.
- Might as well let me walk right now. - Wrong.
I saw it all and I will testify. They're gonna throw the book at you, Stitch.
Don't call me Stitch!
Surrender, Molotov! This could be easy or hard.
Hard it is.
- Ram that robot out! - Sure, why not?
Dead end, Stitch.
Don't call me Stitch!
Vladimir "Stitch" Molotov, reputed crime tsar of the Russian underworld in Old Detroit,
was arraigned this morning in federal court
on charges of smuggling 80,000 kilos of illegal Russian caviar
with an estimated street value of 800 million dollars.
It's a terrible picture, darling.
That's right, Bo.
Here we get a look at the largest haul of band fish eggs nabbed by police
since Congress enacted the trade war measures act against Russia.
Sergeant Stan Parks, the arresting officer, is expected to be a key witness
in Molotov's upcoming preliminary hearing.
Up next: Mexico cracks down on illegal workers from Los Angeles.
This sergeant Parks is big trouble.
- If he testifies, I'm borsched. - You're wanting us to kill him?
- And keep him from talking? - I am surrounded by idiots.
I mean, you. If Parks is killed, who do you think the cops will be after?
Me! I have enough trouble without a murder rap on my head.
You must be subtle. Use Parks' own weakness against him.
Strike at his Achilles heel.
- You're wanting us to break his leg? - No, no breaking, no killing.
All I want you to do is to find her.
- What an adorable child. - And useful.
Once I have her, I will have sergeant Parks where he belongs.
In my pocket.
Go ahead and shock the flatline, then let's quit.
Okay, everybody clear!
Officer Alex Murphy shot to death in the 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.
Mother's Day is just around the corner! Now it's time to give and show your mom how much you love her. And charge it to your OCP credit card!
I really hate Mother's Day.
How come? What's wrong, Gadg?
I don't know. This time of year always makes me think of my own mom.
I keep wondering where she is, even who she is.
Do you know anything about her?
I was very little when she left me at Family Services.
- Well, how about a name? - I don't even know my name.
Gadget is just what the Family Services computer assigned me.
I think it's a glitch.
- Family Services must know something about her. - I've asked them.
They won't even show me her file. They act like it's a big secret.
- I bet I can find something out. - Oh Jimmy, do you mean it?
Will you really help me find my mom?
Yeah, it'll be my Mother's Day present to you.
Now I'm gonna go get that perfume and I'll be back in a minute.
Remember, the boss said "no rough stuff".
Keep it friendly.
Friendly? Friendly...
How're you doing, kid?
- Who are you? - We are... friendly.
- You guys watch it, I know karate. - Funny.
Funny kid. Let me show you something really funny.
You're gonna come with us nice and friendly.
Let's go.
Come on, get her!
Excuse me, miss! My friend's in trouble, call the police, tell them it's code 3!
Fast!
Let go of me! Let me go!
Okay, let's go!
Now two little babies.
I'm through being friendly.
Robo!
Touch those children, and you'll answer to me... creeps.
- Car! - Run, quick, hurry! Quickly!
Get in the car! Drive, fast!
It's not fair.
I'm sorry but when you're not in school you don't go anywhere without me or another officer.
But I didn't do anything wrong, why are you grounding me?
Hey, hey, Gadg, you're not grounded.
- It's just that I don't want to see anything happen to you. - Because of those guys at the mall?
You're just gonna have to trust me, it's for your own good, Gadg.
That's what grown-ups always say about something that's not fair.
Drink up, na zdorovye!
Na zdorovye to you too.
- It's smooth. - Smooth.
- Nadia tells me you work for Pudface Morgan. - We're like his two right hands.
Only we've been on our own since he got sentenced to that Henry Ford joint.
I am short-handed.
The cops are watching my gang night and day.
But the police won't be watching outsiders like you.
The thing is we don't come cheap.
I will pay you 25 thousand dollars.
Each.
- 25 grand? - Each?
You've got a deal, Mr. Molotov.
I will send Nadia along to help you. She will obey you as she does me.
Won't you, my dear?
Okay.
Just as long as she knows who's boss.
Don't worry. I know.
Okay, we're in Family Services.
See? What did I tell you?
- We're not beat yet. - What's that?
Security buster program. Some nerds sell them at school.
Wow!
Okay, let's find your mom.
Sally Modesto. That's a nice name.
See what else they got.
- Bummer! They beat us! - They can't do that!
- I'm not giving up now. - Where are you going?
To Family Services, at least I know my mom's name. That's a start.
- I thought sergeant Parks said you can't leave Metro South. - He doesn't have to know.
Come on.
This is gonna be the easiest 50 grand we ever made!
- Hey, big boy! - Slow down, don't rattle them.
Once she comes out, we grab her.
A brilliant plan, I'm impressed.
Like we said, Stitch hired the best.
Welcome to Omni-Adoption Services. Please do not attempt to speak to the staff.
- Hello? - Go away, I'm not in.
- But you're here. - That doesn't mean I'm in.
When will you be in?
When I'm done entering these parental geographic dietary response statistics.
Try me in... July.
Please, I'm adopted. I want to find my mom.
- Can't you help me? - Help?
I'm not paid to help people. If I helped everyone who came in here,
I'd never get any work done.
Her mom's name is Sally Modesto. We just want to know where she lives.
Information about the birth parents of adoptees is sealed for your protection.
We can't have people pestering children just because they happened to give birth to them.
But I just want to wish her happy Mother's Day.
I'm... touched. Look...
the only way you could possibly see your mother
is if you file an 11-XHT application
for permanent reunion with your biological parental unit.
But what about sergeant Parks? He adopted me.
- I just can't leave him. - Well, then you're what we call...
triple "O". Out Of Options.
- We don't need him. We can find your mom on our own. - No, Jimmy.
- But Gadg! - What he said made me think about the sarge.
I don't want to hurt him.
Besides, how would he get along without me?
Let's go make 50 big ones!
I'm dead.
Is every cop in Detroit protecting that kid? Sheesh!
Gadg! What's going on with you?
Why did you run out of Metro South without telling me?
- You know I told you not to do that! - But Sarge!
But no buts!
- What were you doing here anyway? - I was looking for a friend.
- How did you know I was here? - I was hoping I wouldn't have to use this thing.
- You put a tagger on me? - We'll talk about it at the station.
Get in the cruiser. Go on!
- Robo, would you give Jimmy a lift home? - Yes.
Sergeant Parks, it was probably my fault. Don't be so hard on Gadget.
Let's roll, Jimmy.
Kids. They drive you crazy.
They can be trouble.
But they are worth it.
- Oh no, this could be tougher than we figured. - We just gotta use our heads.
- How are you going to do that? - Well...
Let's go find out what she was doing in that Family Services place.
That's a good idea.
Do I need your permission to do everything? Don't you trust me?
How can I when you sneak out behind my back?
Don't I get to live my own life? You don't get to boss me like you do everybody here.
Oh come on, Gadget, I'm just trying to be a good parent.
Well, you're not my real parent. And I took care of myself before you adopted me,
so I don't need you telling me what to do all the time.
Seems we've both got some thinking to do.
Let me know when you decide to play straight with me, all right?
- You again? - If I wanted to get one of those 11-dash things...
- do I have to get anybody's permission on anything? - It's completely up to you.
Okay. I want to live with my mom.
Can you find her for me if I make out this thing?
- Say yes! - Hello, are you there?
Yes. I mean... yes.
I'll take care of everything for you. Bye-bye!
Now, cough up the file on that brat and her mother and make it quick.
Or they'll be calling you Lefty.
Settle down! Settle down!
You can call your lawyers after you've been booked, do you understand?
No, they don't.
- Sarge! - Later, Gadg. - But Sarge! - Later!
Got another one from the Molotov gun raid, sarge.
- You don't have to bring them in personally, Madigan. - Want it purposeful (?), sarge.
I'll be glad if Molotov goes to trial we can get back to what passes for normal around here.
- Sergeant Parks? - It's about time!
We're up to our keisters in perps who either can't or won't speak English.
I beg your pardon?
Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am, I thought you were a translator from the DA's office.
I should say not. Phillis Leechman, Family Services.
I'm acting on the 11-XHT that was filed,
requesting us to reunite your adopted daughter with her biological mother.
What?
Who made the request?
Why, sergeant, only one person can file an 11-XHT,
the child herself.
Family Services discourages the child's biological parents
from making contact with them after they've been adopted.
However, if they are dissatisfied with their present home,
he or she has the right to file an 11-XHT,
requesting to be reunited with their natural parent, as is Gertrude's case.
Who's Gertrude?
Why, that's your real name, dear.
In fact, you'll be so happy to know we found your mother.
She's on her way here right now, she just can't wait to meet you!
Wait, wait, wait, hold on here a minute.
- Don't I have any say in this? - Sergeant, of course not.
Once an 11-XHT has been filed, the rights of the biological parent
always take precedence over an adoptive one.
I would like to have a talk with Gadget, if you don't mind.
Alone.
Please.
All right. I'll be right outside.
- Are you mad at me? - No, I'm not mad at you.
I am surprised.
Are you sure this is what you want, honey?
I've always dreamed of finding my real mom, someday.
But I didn't know it meant leaving you.
What should I do?
Gadget, I think that's a decision only you can make.
I really like living with Sarge, but he works so hard running Metro South
and taking care of me.
Maybe he'd be better off if he wasn't worried about me all the time.
No. You are like family to him.
But what about my mom? She's my real family.
It is a difficult decision.
You must follow your heart.
What do you think, Charlie?
No, I never get involved in other people's family problems, I've got enough of my own.
My mother wants me to buy a wall-sized TV so she can watch Life of Love without her glasses.
Gadget, there's someone here to see you.
- Gert. - You're my mom?
Oh Gert!
It's a miracle! I thought I lost you forever!
- Can you ever forgive me? - It's okay, mom, don't cry.
I'm sorry.
It's just... a couple of years after I gave you up for adoption I knew it was a mistake.
I tried to find you but Family Services said I couldn't.
But I never gave up hope.
And now here you are!
My baby!
This is the best part of my job.
Mom, that's my friend Charlie.
- Hi. - That's Robocop.
I'm pleased to meet you.
- Come on, I want everyone to meet you. - Excuse us.
Doesn't it just warm your heart?
So... what happens now?
When Miss Modesto was notified that her daughter was looking for her,
she immediately filed for legal custody. (Damn it, woman, you can be worse than Madigan sometimes)
If the child agrees, her request will be approved within 24 hours.
- Just like that? - Trust me, sergeant,
it's best if it's done quickly.
Poor guy. Imagine losing your whole family overnight.
Must be tough.
Yes. It is.
There is it. Home, sweet home.
- Wow. - Come on, I'll give you the grand tour.
- This is a huge place. - It must've cost a fortune.
I got a good deal. Okay...
- Incorrect. Please try again. - I can never remember this darn code.
Incorrect. Please try again.
It's just Robocop, Sarge probably told him to follow me.
He gets really protective.
There we go. Come on, Gert!
Boy, everything looks brand new.
- Come on, Gert, I'll show you your room. - I'll get my own room?
Of course you will, sweetheart. I did it up last night after Family Services called me.
I wanted you to feel right at home here.
Wow! Look at this, Jimmy!
- Who wants fresh-baked cookies? - Me, please.
Yeah, great.
- Think I'm gonna like it here. - Why does she call you Gert?
That's my real name. Gertrudee.
I like Gadget better.
Yeah, me too.
- You have custody of the girl? - Tomorrow.
But there's a problem, we're being followed. By Robocop.
- Get rid of him. - Our deal didn't say nothing about getting in trouble with the cops.
You agreed to get custody of the girl no matter what.
You'd better live up to your end of our deal, or you may not live.
Period.
Ah, Silver Lake.
Yeah, I taught you how to fish, and you got the biggest one.
Can I have this?
Yeah, sure.
It's not fair. Why can't I still see you and live with my mom?
Because that's how the law works, honey.
And a good citizen always obeys the law, right?
I love you, Sarge!
I love you too, honey.
Hey, come on now.
We can't have your mom see you like this. No way.
Come on.
Hey... Now that's better.
Okay.
Here we go.
Hi.
I know this must be hard. Thank you for being so understanding.
No, it's the right thing.
You know, seeing you two together, the resemblance is so strong.
Same eyes, hair...
Take good care of each other.
Come on, Gert, let's go home.
Come on, people, we've got work to do.
Department C2D, report to the statistics office.
Oh... dear!
- I want to ask you some questions. - Whatever it is, I can't help.
I never help anyone. Go away!
You helped a young girl find her mother.
- Sally Modesto. - Modesto.
Doesn't ring a bell.
- What happened to your arm? - I fell...
- dancing. - Did someone injure you?
Ridiculous... Who would possibly do something so horribly... painful?
- You tell me. - They gave me no choice!
They said they'd break my other arm if I didn't change Sally Modesto's personal history file!
- What happened to the real file? - They told me to erase it but...
I couldn't. I could lose my job.
So I... hid it.
Happy Mother's Day.
- You have her? - Safe and sound.
Those two hoods of yours just drove up, what's going on?
You and the girl are going to be my guests for a few days.
- That wasn't our deal. - I'm changing the deal.
Who's that?
That was my boss.
- I'll get it... - No! - What's wrong? You look scared.
We're going out the back.
You're going somewhere?
Bad move, Sally. The boss ain't gonna like this.
- Let's move! - Move on!
Behave yourself!
- There you are, nice and comfy. - Now be a good little kid, all right?
- Rotten little... I don't understand the kids these days! - Come on!
That's gotta be the schools...
- Gert, honey, I... - Don't call me that.
My name's Gadget. I hate Gertrudee.
You've been lying to me, haven't you? You've been lying to me about everything.
- I'm sorry, I... - I bet you're not even my mom, are you?
No.
No, I'm not.
Murphy was right, I checked the aliases on the Modesto
from the real personal history files of Family Services.
Sally Modesto. Alias Sally Reseda, Sally Fargo, Sally Fields. Cute.
Numbers, narcotics, con games, this lady's not only a fake, she's a pro.
And take a look at the cross-file connection on her known associates.
Molotov...
We've been set up!
Sergeant Parks, there's a scrambled call for you on line 4. We're trying to break through and trace it.
Put it through.
Sergeant Parks! You don't look as smug as you did the last time I saw you.
I'm only asking this once, Molotov: Where's my daughter?
I want you to know I had nothing to do with this.
But I may know a way to find your little girl.
If you're willing to make a deal.
Spill it out, Molotov!
Say, for instance,
you'll agree not to testify against me in court.
That is good choice to see her again.
If you testify... well, the choice is yours.
There's an old saying in my country, sergeant:
You either bend or you break.
Don't make me break you.
Murphy, did you copy? That's all we got, we couldn't trace the call.
Stand by.
Diana, I need your help.
Well... I see the merchandise is in one piece.
Nice work, fellows.
I know you. You're Stitch Molotov.
Don't call me Stitch!
- Call me... uncle Vlad. - I never should've trusted you!
I spent a lot of money to drag you out of the gutter for this charade.
I expect return on my investment.
Make sure they don't leave here until after the trial.
Get the door.
Do you really work for Stitch Molotov?
Sometimes I run numbers for him.
When you're down and out in Old Detroit, you do what you have to.
I only went along with it 'cause Molotov said nobody'd get hurt.
I guess it's stupid to even think my mom knows I exist...
or cares.
Kid, whoever your mom is,
she'd be proud to have a daughter like you.
I know I would.
Those men aren't ever gonna let us leave, are they? (jeez, stop talking like you've lost half of your teeth)
Don't worry. I got you into this,
- I'll get you out. - Hey, Mr. Molotov!
- What about our money? - Ah, yes, of course.
You boys earned every cent of it. Nadia has it out in the car.
- Of course. - Thanks, Mr. Molotov, it's nice doing business with a real gentleman.
Yeah, you Russians kill me.
Come on, boys!
Kill the girl and the woman!
You've got to bend or break!
Where's the woman?
I'll kill you, you traitor!
Prepare to be recycled, robot!
Damn cheap American forklift...
This is all your fault!
Don't you kick me, it's not my fault! It's your fault!
We have secured the area. We're moving out now.
Sarge, I'm sorry! I'll never want to leave you ever again!
It's okay. It's over, honey.
Sally's not really bad, Sarge. She saved my life.
Well, if that's true,
I'll speak to the DA on your behalf, Miss Modesto.
You'll do that? Even after I lied about being Gadget's mother?
Robo, do me a favor, take Gadget to the cruiser, will you?
Let's go, little one.
I compared the sample of your hair with Gadget's.
DNA tests don't lie, Miss Modesto, you are Gadget's mother.
Please don't tell her.
How'd you get hooked up with Molotov?
He said he'd fix things so I can bring up my little girl right.
Get her a kind of life she deserves.
I guess I wanted it so badly I maybe even believed it.
- She should know the truth. - Someday. When we're both ready.
Please.
It's for her own good.
That's what grown-ups always say about things that are not fair.
Come on, let's go.
See you around, kid.
Robocop!
Murphy, thanks.
Take good care of each other.
You are a family.