'MagnaVolt' - the final word in auto security. No embarrassing alarm noise, no need for the police. And it won't even run down your battery! NEWSREADER: The Amazon nuclear power facility has blown up, irradiating the world's largest rainforest. Environmentalists call it a disaster. But don't they always?! In national news, Attorney-General Marcus today approved the ED-209 combat unit for deployment in five American cities, despite widespread complaints of malfunction. The Surgeon-General's just been killed by an addict of designer drug Nuke. The greatest health threat facing our nation. Nuke. The most addictive narcotic in history. A plague... (GUNSHOT) (PEOPLE SCREAM) Get some help! Help! Help! Get down! We've received this transmission from Cain - convicted murderer and leader of the Nuke cult. People want paradise. And they will have it. The assassination is Cain's latest terrorist act, after the firebombing of a drug clinic that left five dead. Following a breakdown in negotiations Detroit's police are demanding better terms from Omni Consumer Products - OCP, the corporation contracted to run the city's police department. OCP cut our salaries 40% and cancelled our pensions. Now they won't talk to us. God knows why, but they want this strike. (WHIMPERS) What happened? (SCREAMS) (SOBS) Mmm! Look what he got! (LAUGHS) Aaghh! (SCREAMS) Get up! Hold him! You put my eye out, bitches! Shut up, you fuckhead! Hurry. You're breaking my fucking arm! See this? What a nasty man! This'll get us what we need. Nuke me, baby! I'll kill you bitches! He's up! Come on! You're shit with a timer! Let's go! I'll take out an army with this shit! Ya-ha! Load up and get out! Where's the bullets for this gun, man? Third drawer, bottom. Wow! I love this gun. Take it and go. Thanks. (POLICE SIREN) I don't believe this! What? It's the cops! They're on strike, stupid! Can't you hear that? (POLICE SIREN APPROACHING) Told you. I'll fix him. (LAUGHS) Did you see that? We got him! Beautiful. Let's move. No, one more! Ha ha! Oh, shit, man! Fucking cops! (LAUGHS) Police officer. Think it over, creep. Nuke. Not mine, man. Where is it made? It's not mine! I'm clean. Ow! Aagh! Where is it made? I dunno! I only know where I get it. (ROBOCOP'S FOOTSTEPS ECHO LOUDLY) MAN: Hey! What happened? Hey! Let me out! (LATIN AMERICAN MUSIC PLAYS) (BABY CRIES) (CRIES) (TURNS MUSIC OFF) Freeze! Nobody move! This is a bust. (WOMAN SCREAMS) Ladies, stay down. (BABY CRIES) (SPEAKS ASIAN LANGUAGE) (POLICE SIREN WAILS) MAN: Somebody open the fridge, dammit! Can't shoot a kid, can you, fucker? BOY'S VOICE: Can't shoot a kid... Throw, Dad! (BABY CRIES) (WOMAN CRIES OUT) Shut up! Drop it, or I'll blow its fucking head off! Lewis, hang it up. No shit from either one of you! The baby's going with me! No. I'll fucking kill it, man! We can't have that. Nice shooting. Hi, Mom. Hi! (GIGGLES) No! Stop it! Stop that! MAN: OCP defines you as a machine that utilises some living tissue. You understand that? Yes. And so... do you consider yourself human? I require an answer. Stop tape. You have any idea what you're doing to that poor woman? Look at her file. Go on. Officer, Mrs Murphy is bringing suit against OCP. My name's Tom Delaney. I'm representing her. For months she wouldn't leave her bedroom. She had therapists, hypnotists, harmonic treatment... Then you pull this! Driving past every day, spying. Making her think her husband's still alive. She's barely started accepting the loss. You're ripping her apart. For what? Could you 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. You stay there. All right, get her. Let's be decent. Give them some privacy. That's fine by me. Alex? Don't you know me? Don't you remember me? It doesn't matter what they've done to you... Touch me. It's cold. They made this to honour him. No, I... Your husband is dead. I don't know you. Why is this happening? I thought all communication systems were the same. I tried to save the company money. It took two days to download Speckser in Cleveland. I lost the account. (GUNSHOT) I shouldn't have to come here, Johnson! Apologies for the slight inconvenience. 20 minutes in rush-hour traffic isn't slight for a mayor. When will you start paying the cops? We're not a charity. The city owes us $37 million. Cut us some slack. Deadlines are deadlines. How are we supposed to raise that? You aren't. What's he saying? We don't expect you to pay. See our contract. "In the event of default, OCP shall have the right of foreclosure on all city assets." You signed this. We miss one payment, you foreclose? We can and will. We're taking Detroit private. You deliberately undermined our credit? We're taking Detroit private. You deliberately undermined our credit? That was the easy part. You engineered the police strike. You want Detroit to tear itself apart so you can raid it?! Do you know how many people you're murdering?! Say nothing further. It might be...actionable. This is bullshit! It's bullshit, you senile old bastard! Bullshit! We'd better go. I'm OK. Calm down. We'd better leave. I'm calm. Calm down. I'm OK. I'm in control. Everything's fine. Relax. I'm fine. One last thing, gentlemen. We will sue your asses! Try your best shot. You senile old bastard! This is bullshit! It's bullshit! I've been very patient, Johnson. Five months! Who's that? Dr Juliette Faxx, heading the Attitude Adjustment Team. Five months! $90 million! I want some results! Yes, sir. I'll show you what we have. OCP pioneered cyborg technology. Now we take a quantum leap forward. State-of-the-art destructive capabilities, commanded by a unique combination of software and organic systems. An improvement over the original. It gives me great pleasure to introduce to you Robocop 2. (FANFARE) You are under arrest. Stop or I'll shoot! Stop or I'll.... (VOICE RUNS DOWN) (ALARM) OCP is proud to present the future of urban pacification, Robocop 2. (FANFARE) (SCREAMS) $90 million. They all go crazy. Robots with emotional problems! No, sir. Not robots, cyborgs. Cybernetic organisms. We use living human tissue. That's our problem. The candidates were all fine men, respected police officers. Police officers may not be the best candidates. They're a physical bunch - macho, body-proud. Stripped of that, they become suicidal. Our one success was a cop. Yes, Mr Johnson, Alex Murphy. Top of his class, devout Irish Catholic, family man. His fierce sense of duty is probably what kept him alive. Your area of expertise is psychology, not robotics. There's no harm in hearing the young lady out, Johnson. Thank you, sir. I believe Murphy's case was unusual, but not unique. We can find someone to whom the prospect might even be desirable. Who wants to be a robot? It would require a screening process, one I'd be happy to supervise. It'd be a shame to waste all the work already done. It certainly would. Begin. Report to me directly. Yes, sir. You could learn something from her. (PROTESTORS CHANT) We won't forget who you are! One at a time! Please, one at a time. We're doing our best. Hello, ladies! Ah, ah, ah! I took out three of them, Leon! They won't be fucking with any more cops! (YELLS) (LIQUID SQUIRTS) (CLEARS THROAT) Yeah! Hey, Hob! (ROCK MUSIC) ROBOCOP: Hob. That's him. Nuke me. Hey, dude. Plenty of that to go round. I've lost him. Go ahead. This one's on me. Five degrees south, south-west. There's the little darling. Good eyes, Murphy. Good as money can buy. You got out! I'll tell Cain. Better have something this time, Officer. One cop per car. These are the routes. Three cars. One cop per car? That's right. Sitting ducks. It only takes three snipers. Pay the man. All right! Thank you. You didn't count it. That's all right. You should. It's OK. Give him something to help him with his conscience. No, that's all right. I don't want it. Duffy, I know you need it. (LOUD MUSIC) Isn't this a school day? (ALL YELL) Hey! Oh, shit! Oh, no. (KIDS SCREAM) Freeze! Turn around. Put your hands up. Shit! Officer Duffy, have a seat. You look out of breath, bitch! You sold us out, Officer Duffy. What? Where is Cain? I don't know any Cain. No! Where is Cain? I don't know. (SCREAMS) Where is Cain?! I told you I don't know! Where? River Rouge. The old sludge plant. (SCREAMS) You're a rotten cop. (SCREAMS) You. You want me? Dead or alive. One of us must die. Dead, then. Jesus had days like this. Hounded and attacked like a criminal. But like him, I don't blame you. They program you and you do it. I will kill you. You just tried. And I forgive you. (SCREAMS) Why did you stop? I'm tired. He's got a brain. I wanna see it. You think it was me that beat you? It wasn't. It was this. (LIQUID SQUIRTS) (JACKHAMMER) It's too tough. Try here at the joint. (JACKHAMMER) (LAUGHS) Yeah! (LAUGHS) Look at that! Hey, come on, cut it out! How does it taste? (SCREAMS IN PAIN) What's going on?! Man, just look at him! Christ, he's been stripped. (MOANS) Let's get him inside. We're talking about a piece of equipment. Don't tell me he can't suffer. Look at him! It's...it's electrical. Bullshit! Yeah. I know every inch of him, every circuit, every living nerve. His pain centres are alive. They're lit up. No, the backup generator's just making him twitch. He's suffering! How long can he last? No way of knowing. He's on minimal life support. Keeping the brain going with microshocks. It's damn tricky. Could be gone any time. Move! Move! What's happening here? Move! Move! What's happening here? OCP is happening. These bastards won't help him. This unit needs millions of dollars in parts. You can't expect authorisation for that amount overnight. millions of dollars in parts. You can't expect authorisation for that amount overnight. Fix him or it's murder. I'm doing you a favour just being here. You son of a bitch! He's in hell! We'll be in touch. (LAUGHS) Man, you guys are the greatest! See their faces?! (MIMICKING) "We'll throw away the key, Duffy"! (LAUGHS) Cops give you trouble? The usual shit. They'll never prove anything. Want some? I'm a minor. I'd be breaking the law! (LAUGHS) You take it. I love you guys! (GROGGIGLY) What happened? Hey! Where are we going? Come on! This isn't funny, man. Oh, God - my head. My head is killing me. Ohh... Hey, man... Hey, Cain! Good to see ya! Thanks for gettin' me out. (GROANS) I can't get up. You noticed. Cain, whatever you think... You told them where we were. I didn't! We know all about it. We have other cops. (INSTRUMENTS RATTLE) Oh, shit! Cain! I'm begging you, man! I'll do anything! (BREATHES HEAVILY) You're kiddin', right? You're just kiddin'. You're scarin' me. You've taught me a lesson. I'd never fuck with you. I love you guys. Shut up. Look, I know shit I haven't told you! (SCRAPING OF BLADE) You deserve this. Cain might have been killed. OK! Maybe the kid should leave. Why? What?! (LAUGHS) That's a good touch - "The kid should leave"! (LAUGHS) "The kid should leave." "Why?" (LAUGHS) Get this business over. Come on. What are you doin'? No! (SCREAMS) (CUTTING SOUND) You said you'd just scare him! He is scared. (SCREAMS) (KEEPS SCREAMING) I can't believe you're contemplating this! What you believe doesn't matter. But these are criminals. These are maniacs. You're making premature value judgments. Maybe the subjects ARE socially misaligned. These are death row inmates! And no use to society. Schenk, we need a willing subject. It's a good place to start looking. You're insane. Is that your professional opinion? You're insane. Is that your professional opinion? Yes! Goddammit, yes! You're not using my lab to implant such a brain! We'll dearly miss you. You'll be out of a job. I'm going to Johnson. He's just waiting for an excuse to fire you. Good morning, sir. I'm sorry to bother you. You seem agitated. Frankly, I'm shocked. Mr Schenk just called. Faxx has begun screening candidates for Robocop 2. So I understand. It's very exciting. She's screening psychotics, sir, murderers! We're not building a toy. Faxx knows what she's doing. She's keeping Robocop off-line. It's a PR disaster. You must look at the larger picture - the foreclosure. It's very important. With Robocop out, the chaos will increase. The city will be ours. A competent executive would deal with the corporate image problem. The city will be ours. A competent executive would deal with the corporate image problem. I agree with you, Mr Johnson. Fortunately, I've found a way. Miss Faxx and I have already discussed it. I know you'll help to implement her ideas. Whatever I can do, sir. Anything else? Coffee? No. Don't forget your shoes on the way out. (GASPS) I must stay with him! We'll contact you later. I have experience. You need me! We need no one. You're a damn lawyer! You know nothing! You're close to getting fired! Shyster! He's one of mine! I want him back on his feet. Maybe he will be, or maybe we'll just scrap him. You see, Robocop's off warranty. Robocop's command program, his set of directives... ..it determines his behaviour. It's time to update the program. I'd like to hear from you all. (WHISPERS) About time. We're getting heat from the parents' groups. I don't blame them. All that destructive behaviour - he's a role model for children. What are we teaching? Good question. He should just talk things out. Couldn't he take time to address environmental issues? What was that? He could discuss the environment. Why not? I have never once seen him do anything nice - like visit an orphanage. Or help a cat out of a tree, or collect for the Red Cross, or maybe even roasting marshmallows with cub scouts. Why, Mr Johnson, that is wonderful. Thank you so much. The program isn't uploading. He's resisting. There's too much data. No, it's him. It's not going to work! You're wasting time. Don't resist us. Let me up. I must go. Go where? Hmm? Do what? What do you think you are? Alex Murphy. That's a delusion. It's a glitch in your system. Murphy's dead. Take away the metal and you're just chunks on a coroner's table. What are you? Respond. I am Officer Alex Murphy, Detroit Police Department. That won't do. What are you? Robocop... ..Crime Prevention Unit... ..OCP. Better, much better. I type it, you think it. You type it, I think it. What a wonderful opportunity you represent. Psychotherapy, it's such a... such a slow, clumsy practice. But with you it's simple, direct. You're very lucky. This would take years with a human patient. I'm really very lucky. You're free - from doubt, from making painful choices. I am free. He's ready. Uploading command program. I'm glad we had this dialogue. Look, you're brand-new! Thank you. Thank you. You really had us worried. I'm touched. Get this guy! He's touched. That's enough. Back to your posts. How're you feeling? I'm fine, Warren. Thank you for asking. Let's go downstairs. I want to see if those amateurs screwed up. Pity. It's a beautiful morning. Shame to waste it. Ready for duty? You bet. Nothing I'd rather do. He sounds terrific. Something's wrong. (KIDS YELL) Aargh! Ow! Harder! (SIREN WAILS) It's Robo! Everybody out the back! It's locked! It won't open! Wake up, will you?! Good morning. Take him out! I think we should talk. What's with you, Murph? Where are they? Where are they? They are still here, the little bastards! Hands up! Let's go, everybody up! Move it! Up against the wall! Let's go! Hands on your heads! Nobody move. You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can be used... He's dead, Murphy. You have the... You're reading miranda to a corpse! I'm...having...trouble. Oh, my! This isn't very nice. Though you may think you are having fun now you only hurt the one you love. Think of Mom and Dad. What lesson are they learning? And now, a word on nutrition. Shit! He's fucked up. Bad language makes bad feelings. Let's go. The point is...we all... (KIDS LAUGH) I haven't finished. Hit the gas, Murphy! The posted limit is 35. We should set an example, Anne. Your hair looks lovely that way. OCP did something to you. I'm fine. Isn't the moon wonderful tonight? It's still daytime. It's the thought that counts. We're heading back to the station! (TYRES SCREECH) What are you doing? Waste makes haste, for time is fleeting. A rolling stone's worth two in the bush. Go fuck a refrigerator, peckerneck! Bad language makes for bad feelings. You're nuts! Murphy, come on, let's go. Come on! Back! Thank you for not smoking. There it is. It's OCP. They screwed him up. He must be going crazy. It's not as if he can refuse. They've filled him with nonsense. He must obey. Take them out! We can't with this equipment. I can't believe there's no way. Sure there is - pull his cranial circuits. Shut down his life support. Run a few thousand volts through him - probably kill him. I'll get some help! Ah! Get him inside! Come on, come on! Don't touch him, he's hot! He fried himself to destroy OCP's crazy commands! Weighs a ton! Is he alive? Put me down. Hold it. Stand him up. Are we cops? What's bugging you? Cain. Cain's bugging me. CAIN: We have only just begun. Soon we will expand. Rich and poor will know paradise for every moment of their lives. There's a Nuke for every mood. Our customers will control every aspect of their lives with White Noise, Black Thunder Red Ramrod and...Blue Velvet... Frank, the Blue Velvet? It's ready, sir. Thank you, Frank. (LIQUID SQUIRTS) Frank, the benzedrine has got my teeth wiggling. Cut it with scopolamine - five mls per. Yes, sir. Made in America. That will mean something again. (SIRENS SCREAM) Hey, cops! What? Cops! And they ain't carrying no picket signs! They going to kick somebody's ass! (INTRIGUING MUSIC) (SNORES) Ron, what are you wearing? WHISPERS: I didn't know we had to get dressed up. WHISPERS: We're not going to bed, Ron. We're going out. (ROLLER DOOR RATTLES) (INTRIGUING MUSIC) (IGNITION CLICKS, CAR WHIRRS) (MAN SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE ON VIDEO) Hit it! (CAR POWERS UP) (EXCLAIMS EXCITEDLY) (WHOOPS) # Lazy days... # (MEN LAUGH) Can I come?! Yeah, mate. (SCREAMING) Yes, yes, yes. I don't feel well. BOTH: What?! (TYRES SCREECH) (WOMEN LAUGH) There you go. (BOTH LAUGH) (ENGINE REVS) What have you got under the hood, bro? You wouldn't believe me. (TYRES SCREECH, MEN EXCLAIM, CAR WHIRRS) (BOTH LAUGH) (RELAXED MUSIC) You think I could drive back? Nah, mate. (CLICKING) (LOUD CLATTERING) (DOGS BARK) WHISPERS: See you tomorrow. WHISPERS: It is tomorrow. Aaarrgh! (GUNSHOTS IN DISTANCE) (SCREAMS, GUNSHOTS) Aaargh! (GUNSHOTS) Give me your hand, goddammit! (MOANS) (GUNSHOTS) Get him in the back! (OMINOUS BACKGROUND MUSIC) Fuck! GET OUT! GET DOWN! You son of a bitch! Aaargh! Ow! (TYRES SCREECH) (ENGINE REVS) (VAN ENGINE REVS) $500 million seized by police. But State Attorney Sphincter won't let the bankrupt city government touch it. Next - the police union threatens and the public cheers as cops apprehend Nuke lord Cain, now close to death. They say 20 seconds in the California sunshine is too much these days... ever since we lost the ozone layer. But that was before Sunblock 5000. Just apply a pint to your body... and you're good for hours. See you by the pool. Sunblock 5000. Protection for the New Age. Subject is violently antisocial, given to delusions of...godhood... ..and is hopelessly addicted to narcotics. Which offers us a simple and infallible method of ensuring his obedience. Mmm. (CLICK) You're perfect. I must have YOU. (TYRES SCREECH) What?! It's like you don't care! Do it! He'd WANT us to come! Forget it! I'm through arguing with you! I'm not asking for permission! We're getting Cain out of hospital. What about the cops?! We've got guns. He needs us. Fuck Cain! He'd kill you if he heard you. He won't kill anybody. He's probably dead. Shut up! Don't mouth off again. Or no more Nuke, bitch. Dammit, Hob, you know that's not fair. Now come on. It's been hard. Yep. You're really hurting. So I'm hurting. You'll get the shakes soon. You got it bad. You little bastard. Do what I tell you from now on. Start the motor and drive. (SOBS) He'll kill you. He'll kill us both. Fuck him! (ECG BEEPS) Oh, you're a mess. I've got good news. You'll have a chance for immortality. As long as nothing happens to that lovely brain. Doctor Waltman? It's Faxx. I'm afraid we lost our patient. He just expired. Contact the organ harvest team. We've got six minutes before the brain's useless. (TRIES TO SPEAK) Ah...! Ah...! 'Night. (MACHINE SHUTS DOWN) (GASPS) SURGEON: We've only got five minutes. Lock it up. How's the temperature? Optimum. Move the screen. I can't read it. How did we get this one? Faxx found him. He...volunteered. Volunteered? (CHUCKLES) Big-hearted guy. (LAUGHS) Yeah. It's not the heart we're after, though. Speaking of hearts, how's Eileen? Christ, does everybody know? (DRILL BUZZES) (BONE CRUNCHES) Hold your breath. (SQUELCH) It's showtime. It's nice and clean in here. There's no damage. Well... ..there we go. Easy... (BRAIN SQUELCHES) We got it. Here it comes. A thing of beauty. Excellent. I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. (MACHINE STOPS) (PLAYS: "Born To Be Wild") Thank you, thank you! Yes, yes! Mr Stileske's come out for Detroit. YOU come out for him. The lines are open, waiting for your pledge. If you want honest government, I'm asking you to dig deep into your pockets. I'm asking you to give... whatever you can spare. Where does that put us? (FANFARE) (PHONE RINGS) Hi. Yes, ma'am! Hello! This is Mayor Kuzak! Turn down your set...please. Your Honour...I have some very good news for you. I think the city is saved. Now...you listen very carefully. They want to bail the city out. A rival corporation. The mayor isn't saying. They want to be anonymous. They're paying in cash, not through the banks. Thank you, councilman. Uh... That will be all. Once you guys take over... Your services to OCP will be...rewarded. If the city pays, we'll be humiliated. It's worse than that. We shifted massive amounts to the Urban Pacification Plan. If we can't foreclose, public confidence and stock plummets. Sir, if I may? There's another option. We have the surveillance capabilities to follow the mayor. It all depends on how far we're willing to go. If anything went wrong and... As I said, it depends how far we're willing to go. We have no LEGAL recourse. There must be no witnesses. You've gone too far! Calm down. Fire me if you want - don't bring illegal drugs here! I'll do worse than fire you! Leave me alone! (MOANS ELECTRONICALLY) So much terrible pain. You don't remember me. But you remember this, right? We have all the Nuke you'll ever need. Uh-uh-uh! Not so fast. Do something for me first. (PANTS) Then the pain stops. Good boy. I don't like this. Let's leave while we can. I know what I'm doing. If you have any cash, hide it now. That's plain rude. Could anyone help me? I'm looking for a Mr Hob. So. How much do you need? Money, I mean. Well, our current debt to OCP is... Bob? $37,480,911. You're in deep shit. We need all the help we can get. I'll give 50. 50c? $50? That's cute. Don't be a queer. $50 million. That's bullshit. Let's go. Dear God. HOB: Gentlemen? Well? Will 50 do it? Oh, yes. That will do it. Don't you guys think that will do it? Yeah. 50 mil. That will do it. For God's sake, they're criminals! Why do you have to label people? You shut up. We cannot capitulate in the war on crime. I'd be voted out of office. The war on crime's fine. We're talking business. We employ many people. I never thought about it like that. Sharp kid. So. The war on crime - want to win it or what? We're the only chance you have. Listen. He's got it all worked out. Why do people do crimes? Drugs. People do drugs. Because they WANT drugs. The kind that cost too much. Nuke gives quality cheaply. If you co-operate, we'll make it cheaper. And safer. We don't force anyone. We don't advertise like cigarettes or booze. Leave us alone and anybody who wants it...gets it. (LIQUID SQUIRTS) And no more crimes. You'll be the mayor who cleaned up Detroit. He's got a point. He's got a point, right? He's got a point. (GARAGE DOOR OPENS) What the hell is that?! (CLICKING) Get out! Get out! Oh! (GROANS LOUDLY) Shh! (CLICKING) (GASPS) (METALLIC FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) Cain! Oh, wow! (METALLICALLY) Hi. You look great. Thank you. (GROANS) Ohh... Oooohhhh... It will take some getting used to, but...it will be great, Cain. (ROARS) (METALLIC CRUNCHING NOISES) (METALLIC FOOTSTEPS) (SIREN WAILS) (SOMEONE GROANS) (GASPS) Lie still. I'm cold. You are going into shock. I will call an emergency unit. Wait! No. Don't leave me. I won't leave you. Who did this? It was big. Bigger than you. It was Cain. I'm gonna die. You know what that's like, don't you? It really sucks! (EXHALES) (SOFTLY) Yes. REPORTER: 13 dead in an apparent Nuke money massacre. Among the victims - two city councilmen. Was the city dealing with drug lords? No comment! No comment! I have no comments on these allegations. These men served this city tirelessly. However, I promise the people of Detroit City that this will be investigated thoroughly. But Mr Mayor... What about... I'm sorry. No more questions. REPORTER: Mayor Kuzak. Let's cross to Jess. Here's the Civic Centrun, OCP's 100-storey gift to the Motor City. While debate continues over OCP's hostile takeover, the mood here is festive. Citizens expressed excitement and hope that OCP will make life better in Detroit. Sorry, folks - media only. Media only. Please step back. (SIRENS SCREAM) REPORTER: There he is! Will OCP bring industry back to Detroit? Does OCP own the city? Why aren't you going to City Hall? Just a minute. I'll answer that, young lady. City Hall is the decaying symbol of mismanagement and corruption. This magnificent structure will house the leadership for the new Detroit, and what better place? And so, people of the press, city officials, in a few minutes, Omni Consumer Products and the troubled city of Detroit will join in a bold new venture. I'd like to explain just what this will mean. Sometimes we just have to start over - from scratch - to make things right. That's exactly what we're going to do. We'll build a brand-new city where Detroit now stands. An example to the world. (TRUMPETS SOUND FANFARE) (APPLAUSE) My friends, welcome to our city as it should be - as it WILL be in the hands of responsible private enterprise. (APPLAUSE) A special welcome to Mayor Kuzak! And the outgoing administration. A special welcome to Mayor Kuzak! And the outgoing administration. Oh, we're not going anywhere. Your Honour. We'd have to tear down people's houses! Take away their homes! We'll raise glass and steel towers. Everyone will have units. Safe, secure and clean. Please, be seated. Won't be much room for neighbourhoods like we had. Nowadays, bad things happen in neighbourhoods. Don't be nostalgic. What about democracy? Nobody elected you! Anyone can buy OCP's stock and own part of Detroit. What could be more democratic than that? Lots of people in Detroit can't afford your stock! They won't allow this! You haven't followed the polls. Sit down. Yeah, sit down. Sit down! Sit down. Sit down. We gave this city Robocop. He's worked out pretty well. But things have become rougher out there. Now we need a law enforcement unit that's equal to the enemy, with enough firepower to get the job done. (TRUMPETS BLOW) Ladies and gentlemen, with great pleasure, I give you Robocop 2. (APPLAUSE) Those bastards are maniacs! What's the matter? It's unbelievable! They said it! Said what? Nothing. This unit will be in demand, and we'll make them in Detroit. That means jobs! We'll make 'Made in America' mean something again! (APPLAUSE) This single container holds enough Nuke to addict a city block. 100 of these are produced every day and sent to sweatshops where urban slaves prepare this poison for our friends, our loved ones, our children! I say it's time we ended this plague! Robocop 2 will seek out every laboratory and rid our city of Nuke. Yes, things will be quieter with this boy around! (APPLAUSE) What's wrong? Oh, it's nothing. Nothing at all. Turn him off. I can't. Cain! Let's step outside. Get out of here! You're obsolete! That thing's a killer! It's not armed. It's harmless. I saw it! (REMOTE CONTROL BEEPS) Take her outside. Let me go! Behave yourselves! (SIRENS SCREAM) What's happening here? It sounds like a war! You're coming with me, Cain. (SCREAMS) (SIRENS WAIL) There he is! Over here! Give him some help! Don't get any closer! Are you jealous of the replacement unit? This could look bad for OCP, Johnson. Scramble the best PIN team we have. (MAN YELLS ORDERS) Get down! Hold your fire! Hold your fire! (SIRENS WAIL) Get him out of here. Watch his leg. He's hurt bad. Shit! Move back! Let's get out of here! (WOMAN SCREAMS) Let's give him what he wants. Ohhhhh! Goodbye. (SHRIEKS) Serious trouble. Many dead and wounded. The dead aren't any trouble. They'll have relatives. A feeding frenzy! It's only money. How about criminal proceedings? We're looking at major indictments, sir. Prison terms. What about me? We'll try... That's not satisfactory! What if this was the work of one individual? Someone with her own agenda? Well, that usually works. A woman who wasn't a team player? Who violated our trust? Easy! Easy! Well, we'd need some evidence to support that. Sir, I know I can find it. She did choose the brain, sir. Good thinking. (WHISPERS) Sir. Thank God, you're all right. I was worried it would hurt you. No. No, it's all over. I failed you. Don't be hard on yourself. Everything's all right now. Johnson, that business we were talking about. Get right on it. Yes, sir. (SIRENS WAIL) Look at what they've done. They're criminals! OCP won't own this city for long. I'll see to that! Can businessmen buy our rights... Look, he's leaving! You don't realise... Sir! Right here, sir! Sir, is this your idea of a better life? Was it an experiment that went wrong? How did this happen? How do you account for this disaster? Will OCP compensate the victims? That son of a bitch is getting away with it! We can't even touch him! Patience, Lewis. We're only human.