- Oh no, man! - End of the line...
man.
- For your girlfriend, Cleveland? - So I'm a romantic.
How did you crack that jewel without tripping the alarm?
Just read me my rights and call my lawyer. I ain't talking to you.
Fine by me. I went off duty 5 minutes ago, he's all yours, Robo!
Good.
Hey, you can't do this!
Don't leave me here with this... thing! Hey, listen!
I've got a pacemaker.
Okay, talk to me, Cleveland!
Start with how you're nowhere near smart enough to pull off a job this slick.
Okay, I'll talk...
- But I think you would like me on the ground. - Okay, Robo, put him down.
- Easy, easy, I don't like heights. - Who is your boss?
It's always the human element that lets you down.
Too bad. This haul would've bought us the Augur-15.
Okay, okay. This really weird guy I hired.
- Weird? - Yeah, you know, not like a normal crook, this guy's straight, wears the suit and everything.
- What are you going to do? - First rule of accounting management, Feldston:
Cut your losses.
Hey, give me my bus! That's my bus!
Come on!
Come on, come on!
I'm okay, Murphy. I'm okay, it doesn't hurt.
I don't feel anything.
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.
How is she, doctor?
Even if she wakes up, the damage to her neck and spine is irreparable.
Dear God!
I want to know what happened.
So do I.
Nanomachines programed and dispatched.
Nanomachines' clinical trial simulation under way.
Okay.
We're going in.
Nanomachines on route to retina.
Let's take a closer look.
Surgical program initiated.
Nanomachines now performing cone reconstruction.
Cone reconstructive surgery complete.
Surrounding tissue damage: 0.002%.
Color vision restored.
Feldston! Meet the new help, Tom and Jerry.
- Hi! - Hi.
Delta City Bank.
- Well, learn the layout, it's first job. - You want us to knock over Delta City Bank?
Nobody's ever done that before.
They didn't have the benefit of a superior technology.
Right, Feldston?
Program these to disable the vault door, front door and alarms.
And one for the safety deposit boxes.
- What are those things? - The ticket to unimaginable wealth.
Inside that liquid there are thousands and thousands of nanomachines.
Submicroscopic robots that are programed to perform any mechanical or electronic task.
The money we get from this job will help buy the Augur-15.
Then we'll have the computing power
- to finally realize our dream. - Your dream, Finch.
- I'm a prisoner working under protest. - Oh, stop your whining.
Admit it, you've made more advances working for me in the last six months
than you ever would've working at the IRS workhouse.
These non-specific disruptors alone are worth a Nobel prize.
But they're just toys compared to what you'd be able to do with the Augur-15.
You, gentlemen, are standing on a leading edge of a criminal technology.
With my help, you're gonna commit crimes you never thought possible.
- How's Lisa? - She was badly injured in the accident.
Accident, my foot! Something put that bus out of control.
Here, look!
Now I tapped into forensics lab data bank.
They found this tiny armor-piercing needle in the bus grill.
There seems to be some kind of residue in the barrel. I'm running a molecular scan on it now.
It seems to be some new kind of colloidal medium.
I haven't been able to identify it yet, but I will.
- That is forensics' job. - I don't care.
I wanna help to find whoever did this to Lisa.
- I want them to pay. - They will.
To the full extent of the law.
Wait here while I make the deposit.
- What do you think, Tom? - I still think he's an amateur.
Gracie.
Hey, Murphy... Who won?
We did.
I remember a bus.
There was a crash.
Murphy, what happened?
I can't move.
How come I can't feel anything, Murphy?
Oh God, no, please tell me this isn't happening!
I can't feel anything!
Oh God, please tell this is a dream, I'm gonna wake up in a second!
Oh God, no, Murphy!
Murphy!
All right, it's time. Go.
Tom, let me out!
Stupid cage.
He expects us to just walk in?
I told you, he's an amateur.
- You still think he's an amateur, Tom? - I stand corrected, Jerry.
Beta-1, Beta-1, stand by for uplink to sergeant Parks.
- Robocop, come in. - Go ahead, sergeant.
I put a special scan on the city alarm grid because of all these weird robberies.
We're showing a blank spot right now at the Delta City Bank.
- Check it out, will you? - Yes, sir.
Hands in the air!
Hey, what are you doing? Come on, pull me in! I can't get rid of the cop!
What are you doing at the scene of the crime, Lippencott?
- Did you transfer to forensics without my knowledge? - No, I'm just lending a hand, sergeant.
Now, this looks like the same colloidal medium residue from that needle the lab dug out of the bus.
- I also found some in the engine of the Robo cruiser. - What's it used for?
That's what I'll find out, if I can crack a molecular code.
I guess it can't hurt. Just keep forensics up to date. And me.
The residue is found in box 666.
The bank records show it is rented to a Howard K. Smith.
That'd be an alias. Look at the description.
The bank security camera should have a photo of him.
- Not bad, Charlie. - Oh... thanks.
I will run a scan of the bank's photo records.
Here's the Augur-15. Where do you want this, Mr. Finch?
Right there, Jerry.
Tom's on the phone, he wants to talk to you.
Take a look at it, Feldston.
- Hey, how are you doing, buddy? - I'm feeling lousy, Jerry.
They've put that tagger out of me, and my butt's gonna look like a waffle.
No cut, no strut, Tom.
Hey, listen, with that chip beeping inside you you're a walkie-talkie for the cops.
- So you'll be better sitting this one out. - Don't say sit, okay?
Sorry.
It's beautiful.
I could take us to the Moon with this.
Finally, a spark of enthusiasm.
We don't want the Moon, no-no-no.
Just some nanomachines programed to take out the entire city's alarm grid.
Robo! I finally got a lock on that colloidal medium.
Now, it matches one patented by the IRS last year.
It was designed to pack and transport nanomachines. You know, microscopic robots.
Well, somebody's programing them to commit crimes.
- Does the patent name the inventor? - Funny you should ask.
These three hold patents on nano research.
- This guy specialized in the development of the colloidal medium. - Edward Feldston.
Last known address - the IRS workhouse in Des Moines.
He was working out back taxes by developing nanomachine research.
Until he was broken out six months ago.
And who was the arresting IRS agent on Feldston's case?
Dennis Finch, IRS chief auditor. President's medal, forensic accounting,
two citations for outstanding asset seizure.
Quit a year ago, started his own business, Finch Financial Services on Booker street near Washington.
I have seen him before.
Great. Great, looks like we got a suspect.
- Now all we have to do is nail the creep. - No.
More evidence is needed for a successful prosecution.
Stakeout? Please, let me in on that, Robo!
- I wanna bust this guy so bad! - Your value is better served here.
But thank you, Charlie.
Well, anything you need, just holler! Anything!
These are the fiber-optic conduits leading into the Public Works building and Metronet.
That's your access point. Release the nanomachines there,
- next to the fiber-optic conduits. - How long will it take them to reach Neurobrain?
60 minutes. By the end they'll have deactivated the diligence system.
Which monitors every alarm in Delta City.
Brilliant.
Thanks to you, the dream of my professional lifetime
- will finally bear fruit. - Just what are you going to steal?
Pocket change, Feldston.
That's all. Just pocket change.
When you're done, release these back into Metronet.
- They'll repair the system. - Why bother?
With the diligence system down, Metronet will ignore every alarm in the city.
You think I want that on my head?
Mr. Finch, that Robocop's got the place staked out!
I know that, Jerry, he's been out there for hours now.
- I've already arranged the transfer of our assets out of here. - How are we gonna get past the robot?
With the help of your friend.
Tag ID number 8734.
Robocop, Delta City Bank incident, 17th July.
You did it, Tom! We're clear!
What did I tell you? They haven't made a robot yet that can outdrive me.
Damn, end of the line, Jerry! Old bucket butt's got me.
We'll have you out of this trip before you know it. Just hang tough!
You will take care of Tom, right, Mr. Finch?
You can count on it, Jerry.
What's the problem, officer?
You were exceeding the posted speed limit by 50 miles per hour.
Oh, a speedometer must be busted.
You are also wanted in connection with a bank robbery. Please step out of the car.
Get away from the car, now!
- What happened? - It looks like you've been fired.
Only a few minutes. Please.
- How are you feeling? - Oh, never better.
Sorry, Murphy.
Being stuck in these contraptions made me think about what you must go through.
God, how'd you do it?
How am I gonna do it?
Come on, Murphy, let's take them!
When there's purpose to your life,
that question will always find an answer.
In one hour, payday.
Hey... Wow.
Beta-1, Beta-1, stand by for uplink to sergeant Parks.
Robo, Tom rolled over. Finch has a fallback hideout at 3242 Eastern avenue.
I'm rolling.
Thank God you're here!
Edward Feldston! You are under arrest.
On IRS escape warrant 7653 and for suspicion of robbery.
I'm not part of this! It's Dennis Finch!
He made me do it!
Tell me everything.
That's where Finch introduced the nanomachines.
They should've reached Metronet by now and shut down the diligence system.
Every police and fire alarm in the city will be turned off, it'll cause havoc!
Can the damage to Metronet be repaired?
I programed another vial to reverse the effect but Finch has it.
And this whole thing was his idea.
My nanomachines were meant to be medical tools, not commit crimes.
Medical tools?
What is Finch's target?
All he said was it's the culmination of his life's work and
something about pocket change.
Pocket change.
Dennis Finch, IRS chief auditor. President's medal, forensic accounting,
two citations for outstanding asset seizure.
What was that, Robo?
Where would assets seized by the IRS be stored?
When I was at the workhouse I heard that
all assets seized in the Midwest are stored in a special vault on Hoover road.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Come on, everybody! It's party time!
- What about guards? - Laid off during the last federal cutbacks.
Vault security is totally automated.
- What is all this? - Seized assets.
Let it be a lesson to you: Always pay your taxes.
- Just exactly what are we taking outta here? - My life's work is what,
twelve years of audits, inspections, pouring over tax returns,
endless testimony watching the rich squirm
while I seize their priceless treasures.
- What treasures? - Lot 14-112.
- What are you doing? - Rare coins, my friend.
The brasher doubloon minted in 1787, just one of many
worth 2 million dollars anywhere in the world, no questions asked.
The Claudius Albinus aureus struck in 193 AD.
800 thousand dollars on the black market. Oh, the list goes on and on.
Open it.
This...
is the beauty that started my dream.
The lost 200 mohur piece, treated for emperor Shah Jahan.
70 ounces of pure gold. The only one in existence.
Man, you really know your coins, don't you?
Half of lifetime spent coveting other people's wealth will do that to you.
Dennis Finch! You are under arrest!
I don't think so.
Don't touch that! Do you know how much that's worth? Come on!
Jerry, quick!
Take the case!
Hey! Hey, let me in!
You... you amateur!
I don't believe this!
Damn!
Drop the gun, loser. You're busted.
Never trust an amateur.
Up first in local news: Sporadic power blackouts
are causing traffic jams and mass communication failures throughout the city.
And in what may be a related story, trading on the stock exchange was halted
when the bigboard started running quotes from Lord Byron.
A poet, I believe, Bo.
Could be, Rocky.
- In other news... - Shut up, Bo! No news is good news.
Lighten up, people, life's a party!
Just as good old Commander Cash!
- Hey, Bobby, why the long face? - My dog died.
- I gotta bury him. - Well, put those sad goodbyes on ice
- with the DT-2000 home cryogenic unit! - Barky!
And for the old folks
there's the DT-4000, made with grandma and grandpa in mind!
Makes them an attractive coffee table and keeps those... (?) cold too!
- So, never say goodbye! - When you can say hello
to home cryogenic!
Diana, respond.
Hey, big guy! How'd you like the cartoons?
Care for a virtual martini?
You are not yourself. I'm on my way to repair you.
Does anything look broken?
You have suffered damage to your diligence system.
Hey, Alex! Why don't you spike into Metronet?
You, me, cyberspace...
Could be special.
- Try to control yourself, Diana. - Okay, play hard-to-get.
It's okay, hon. (Or "so can I"?)
I love classical music!
What the...
What's going on?
There is no reason for alarm. Hospital generators are now online.
They've got 20 minutes of fuel for the auxiliaries.
Power should be back before then.
Most excitement I've had all day.
I hear you knocking but you can't come in! Boom-boom-boom-boom!
Oh, you are ruining a perfectly good night on the town, Alex.
Come on, let's dance!
- I hated disco. - Nice shooting, partner!
You don't know what you're doing, Diana.
No? Oh, watch this!
You are a pushy guy, Alex.
What's your problem? Can a girl have a little fun?
Madigan!
What's happening?
Sarge!
- They've lost all power! - What do we do?
Gadget, go get the nurse!
Activate MetroNav.
I want an indirect easterly route out of Detroit.
No highways or main roads, no toll booths.
Plotting route. Drive north 1.4 miles,
turn right on Brewer avenue.
This navigational program brought to you by Grady's Autoglass,
specialists in ballistics damage.
Oh, Alex, you're such a party-pooper.
You cannot have power without responsibility, Diana.
You are ignoring the emergency.
Madigan is in danger.
- Hang in there, Madigan, hang in! - Is she gonna be okay?
Sure she is, honey, she's gotta be.
You will feel better soon.
No, I won't. I'll feel normal.
There is not a joy the world can give
like that it takes...
away.
Hey! No!
No!
Oh my! What have I done?
The power is down at OCP Omni Mediplex.
Not for long.
Did I miss anything?
Lisa, don't ever do it again!
I'll try not to, kiddo.
- Lisa's all right. - I must apprehend Dennis Finch.
- Can you help me locate him? - Yeah, just give me a couple seconds to clean up this mess.
Thank you, Diana.
It's nice to have you back.
I got Finch. He's using MetroNav to plot a getaway route.
But photoradar nailed him eastbound on Brewer.
- Thank heaven for zero tolerance. - I will intercept.
Don't bother. He'll be at Jane and Burrows in 10 minutes.
How do you know?
Count on it.
Give me route updates.
Continue 2 miles east,
turn south on Jane street.
Wha...
You have reached the end of your journey.
This navigational program brought to you by... Robocop.
Sucker!
Dennis Finch, you are under arrest!
- Please step out of the vehicle! - You step out of the way, helmet head!
I repeat, turn off your engine and exit the vehicle!
In your dreams, tin man!
Can't back out of this one, Finch.
Damn!
That was your final warning!
Come on, let me out!
And this one is for Madigan.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Here we see actual microscopic footage of the revolutionary battle machines at work
repairing a human spine.
That's astounding, Rocky, the latest in surgical techniques.
It's the robots crawling inside your body.
Oh, I don't even like needles, Bo.
And, finally, a look at Lisa Madigan,
a brave police detective who is the first experimental patient of nanosurgery.
Seen here with Edward Feldston, who designed the...
- Play it back again! - Oh come on, guys, not again!
We got a sniper on the roof, 243 Clementine boulevard!
Let's go, Robo, snipers I can deal with.
Once a cop, always a cop. Right, Madigan?
Right, partner.