Robocop (1994) s01e22 Episode Script

1
You know, too much TV can be
detrimental to your health.
- Yeah? You think so?
- Didn't do him much good.
So what's up, doc?
This is Madigan, give me sergeant
Parks, we've got another one.
Mallardo told Madigan there's a
break in the Security Concepts.
- Tonight?
- That's what the man told Madigan, and he hasn't been wrong yet.
- We're rolling backup.
- Roger.
Let's see what the
boss is doing.
- Everything looks good?
- Yeah.
Toy department.
It's a fire sale, boys!
Everything! Go!
Careful.
- Boss!
- Yeah?
I thought you should know,
Robocop's heading your way.
Got it, Shorty!
Freeze! You are under arrest!
Shake it off.
Okay, round these jokers up.
Nice work.
Got them all?
Not quite.
It's a junk shop in here.
Wait here.
Hold it right there, Morgan!
Hey, tin man,
think you're unstoppable?
Stop this!
Grenade!
Murphy!
You all right?
Murphy!
- I have been better.
- Madigan!
- In here!
- Is everything okay?
Yeah, we're fine.
- What happened?
- Murphy took a grenade, it was Pudface Morgan.
- Murph, isn't this place
- Yes.
My replacement parts are
resupplied from here.
What did Morgan have in mind?
Fighting you with your own weapons?
Well, if he did, he's
dumber than I thought.
Murphy's not unstoppable because he's
well armed, it's 'cause he's Murphy.
Come on.
- Come on, all clear.
- Wow.
Boss, we almost didn't
get out of there.
Yeah, just look at us -
no weapons, no gain!
Great, pigheads!
Did you ever hear
about losing a battle
- to win the war?
- Losing?
- To win?
- What?
Get in!
Everything in place
Puddles?
Like I was telling these
two dingbats here,
after tonight OCP and Robocop
- are history.
- Oh, I like the sound of that.
Let's go!
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.
Give us three minutes, and
we'll give you the world.
This is MediaBreak with Bo
Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.
And our top story: The president
is coming to Delta City
to present the Corporation of the
Year award to Omni-Consumer Products.
I'm proud to accept this award
on behalf of everyone at OCP.
And I know we've got to give the
president a great Delta City welcome.
In other news, Rocky, the president's
national Get Tough on Crime campaign
got a boost from Detroit's
Metro South precinct.
A string of crime-busting
triumphs was topped last night
by the round-up of the
Pudface Morgan gang.
Although Morgan himself eluded capture,
it was nice going anyway, Metro South!
So you failed to nab Pudface.
- He was a step ahead of us.
- I told you when
and I told you where the
crime would be commited.
I mean, what more can I do?
I am not, after all,
God.
You did, I trust, inform warden Pratt
of my public service, didn't you?
Because every thwarted crime, you
see, it earns me parole points.
Dream on, Mallardo, you're in maximum security. Do you
know how many points it would take for you to earn parole?
Well, let it be a billion!
Let it be a billion billion!
Because I have the power,
as you, of all people,
should be well aware.
If I just if I just might
say something personal here,
I think that your cynicism is
a really unattractive trait.
It's something
probably to work on.
Well, I guess cynicism
goes with the territory,
especially since I'm dealing with the source who
plucks out information from the psychic energy stream.
My poor child
My poor, poor child.
How little you comprehend.
You live in an interactive
world teeming with messages
that your poor blinkered brain cannot
decode and so, to you they don't exist.
And yet, to the receptive mind
they're everywhere.
And, thanks to my innate intellect,
my regimen of physical exercise,
meditation and vegetarianism,
my mind has become
wow, how can I describe it
a collector lane on the
information superhighway.
An off-ramp is more like it.
Now, I I have but
to sample the flavor
of the news of the day. I
mean, to pitch my antenna
into the energy stream, as
you so crudely put it in.
And then a pattern
emerges, and then
it becomes clear.
What is, what will be,
I see it. And it's
it's
Well, you have the results
yourself, don't you?
I warned you 7 times of
criminal enterprises
- and 7 times
- you have been right, I remember.
So, there's just really there's really
no reason to doubt my word, is there?
When I tune my brain
into the power network
I always, always find a plot.
Well?
His degree of truth is
between 70 and 75%.
- You mean he actually believes this stuff?
- Not entirely.
- He is manipulating his stress levels.
- But why, what is he doing?
Dr. Mallardo is an evil man.
And a genius.
He is capable of anything.
Yes, yes! So
Mr. McGrew, you have
our full cooperation.
It's an honor to work with the secret
service protecting our president
and indeed, our way of
life as we know it.
- Anything you may need by way of facilities, manpower
- Thanks, gentlemen, but our people can handle it.
Since the president launched the
Get Tough on Crime campaign,
- every day's become a challenge for us.
- And you've met that challenge magnificently.
Where the local law enforcement
can help out is in crowd control,
- protesters
- Ingrates, you mean.
- They can go back where they came from.
- Actually, most of them will come from Old Detroit.
- Ah, Robo! This is
- Bob L. McGrew. Secret service.
Good to meet you.
- My pleasure, sir.
- Heard a lot about you.
I'd like to have you on our team, but of
course, that'd just cause a lot of trouble.
The antirobotics lobby
would have a field day.
But Robocop could be unvaluable.
Machines cost a lot of people their
job in this country, Mr. Chairman.
- People votes.
- Makes sense to me.
No offense.
None taken.
Come and get it: Tofuburgers!
What are you giving your son?
That's a male child!
He needs meat!
But meat is so expensive!
Look: Man is at the top
of the food chain.
That means we eat
everything below us
and that's meat!
Now that's how real man eats.
I love a man who eats meat.
What'd I tell you?
Don't veg out, America, meat's good
for you and good for the economy!
So eat up! And remember what Commander
Cash says: Meat means business!
Hi, Chip.
Where are you? Looks lovely.
Oh yeah, doesn't it?
It's what Pudface laughingly
calls headquarters.
I think it used to be a
warehouse for schoolbooks.
Talk about ironic: The guy's
practically illiterate.
Yeah, but he does serve
our purpose so well.
- Well
- He's reckless, fearless and really quite exceptionally careless.
He'll do the job, take the blame and be out
of the picture before he knows what hit him.
What more could one
ask of a colleague?
You're right. It's so
deliciously ruthless.
Yes, the president's visit
has everyone excited,
from the richest rich
people in Delta City
to the poorest poor people here, in
the filthy disgusting slimy slums
of Old Detroit
where I happen to be standing.
So, for now, this is Chip Chayken
Smith
signing off uh
I mean, it is amazing what gets
on TV these days, isn't it?
We can feel the
energy in the air.
Yes, the president's visit
has everyone excited
from the boulevards of Delta City
to the mean streets of Old Detroit.
And here at the OCP hotel
and convention center
where the award presentation
will take place,
secret service people
are everywhere doing
whatever it is they do.
And wherever the president travels, it's a big deal
in terms of logistics and and all that stuff.
I hear the secret service guy Bob L.
McGrew thinks you're a political risk.
Unfortunately, I am not
a registered voter.
But if called upon,
I will be ready.
Well, just be careful.
That explosion Pudface Morgan touched
off eliminated your ordnance reserve.
All that survived were
these tag weapons.
And thank God they didn't go off.
If they had
It would've been trouble.
The secret service people tend to be
well, secretive, but we have with us today.
Mr. Edward Foster, VP
OCP Security Concepts.
Mr. Foster, what's your task?
As usual, I'll be consulting on
all major security decisions.
And what role will
Robocop be playing?
Well, the president's head of
security and I agree on that Robocop
will be used where his skills
can be most maximized.
- Meaning?
- Crowd control.
What?
Crowd control? Oh my
God, are you mad?
No! No!
So there you have it, straight
from the horse's mouth.
I'm Martina Marx, sending
you back to studio.
I'll get it.
- What is it? What's wrong?
- Slight change of course, Chip.
Not to worry. Tell Pudface
we have a new target.
Murphy, there you are!
I just got a message from
Mallardo via warden Pratt.
Quote: There will be trouble today at
the convention center, peace and love.
- That is McGrew's turf.
- Hey, Mallardo's batting a thousand right now,
so whatever he's up to
we can't just sit on it.
You're right. This is
no time for nitpicking.
I'll ride with you.
Chairman's quite
quite candid about it.
"Edward", he said
that's me "Edward, you're working
miracles in Security Concepts."
He's a brutally honest man.
And the fact is, the
chairman and I are team.
Unofficially, I'm being
groomed to succeed him.
Excuse me, Mr. Foster,
we're with channel 3,
I wonder if we can trouble
you for an interview.
It's for prime time news.
- They never stop.
- Step this way, please.
Agent McGrew!
I want to talk to you.
We just got some information.
We got the hotel and the flags in the
background, it's a very strong image.
The light's real flattering.
Yeah, yeah, it's sure nice.
Wait a minute, isn't that
- Just step into the van, Mr. Foster.
- Oh my God! Help!
- Help!
- Just how reliable is this so-called source?
- Look.
- What the hell
It's Foster, they got Foster!
Help!
Got them. Now let's go get them!
Yep, they're in there all right.
At least the van is. What I can't figure out
is why anyone would wanna kidnap Foster.
Well, he's been shooting his mouth off on
TV. Somebody must think he knows something.
- About the president's arrival.
- Yeah, whatever. Let's get in there, shall we?
Please remain here.
There it is.
Could be a trap.
- There is one man inside.
- How do you know that?
- Thermograph imaging.
- You mean he can
Uh-huh.
- There is a bomb.
- Let's get him out of here!
There is no time.
My God!
Oh, thank you! Thank you!
- It was a simple mechanism.
- Somebody help me, please!
I fought them, God knows
but there were just
too many for me.
It's all right, Foster,
it's over now.
- Thank you, sir.
- Now you're sure one of them was Pudface Morgan?
I can hardly be
mistaken about that.
They want to know about security
at the convention center?
Yes, they're plotting
something horrible.
I don't like this one bit. I
had a disturbing report today.
Someone is investing heavily in speculative
options that our stock is going to plummet!
- Why would they be doing that, unless
- They knew something was about to happen.
Just imagine if, God
forbid, the president
should be attacked at the award luncheon.
Not only would it be a national tragedy,
OCP would be at fault. It's
too awful to contemplate.
First Morgan tries to bag a little
high-tech weapons, now this.
Would he really try to
go after the president?
Well, I know he's got the ego for it,
I just don't think it's his style.
There may be someone behind him.
Tell me more about this
source of yours.
Welcome to my humble
home, agent McGrew.
You've been expecting me?
Well, naturally, Bob.
I mean, after all, we
have a lot to talk about.
- Will you hurry it up?
- I just want to get this right.
We're not just making history
here, we're making a statement.
What do you mean "we", hot shot?
I'm the patsy.
I'm the one who's gonna
be taking all the heat.
I would be rather more
inclined to call it glory.
After all, you are going to be a hero to
every red-blooded criminal in this country.
Anyway, you know how Dr.
Mallardo laid it out.
I can't be playing the market for
us if I'm implicated in the plot.
- Now, can I?
- Good point.
Hey, balloon-brain, I'll tell
you what's a good point!
The truth is, when
the big moment hits,
none of us is going to be implicated.
Every one of us
is going to be rich. Now smile!
Well, I'm glad you remembered
to use the tag weapons.
- They were appropriate.
- Oh, different serial numbers again.
Mr. Foster must've come up
with another new supplier.
- For "new" read "cheap"?
- Uh yeah.
Well, while we're here let's
recheck your rambolt mechanism.
- Good.
- It is important to stay in shape.
So Murphy, this data you put together on
Mallardo really makes a lot of sense.
If you follow the links far enough, every one
of the 8 crimes that he has managed to predict
was perpetrated by someone
connected to Pudface Morgan.
- Or Chip Chayken.
- Where's he at these days?
He walked away from the work
release program 4 months ago.
Aha, remember what the chairman said
about someone speculating on OCP stock?
- Chayken's specialty.
- Check it out.
And, with the president due
to arrive tomorrow morning,
Media Break has received
this photograph
identified as the fugitive killer
William Ray "Pudface" Morgan.
Accompanying the photo was
the following message:
"You can't stop
the unstoppable."
It's been interpreted as a
direct threat to the president.
Excitement is mounting as we await the
arrival of the presidential motorcade.
This is a historic day for Delta
City, every oh, excuse me.
Oh, I guess that means
they've arrived.
The president will be arriving
in a basic black limo
They're coming into the driveway now
just moments away
- Welcome to Delta City, madam president.
- Thank you, Mr. Chairman.
- My husband.
- How are you doing?
I'd like you to meet Mr. Foster,
our VP of Security Concepts.
- The eagle has landed.
- Roger.
Hey, hey
Great.
- Darling!
- Yeah?
Oh, right. Right.
Well, Bob, let's get started.
Peace and love.
I don't believe it,
you let him out?
It was my idea.
I beg your pardon, ma'am, but I don't think you
can be aware of how dangerous this man is.
I'm under no illusions,
detective, I can assure you.
But I have heard that this man has the
talent to access the immediate future.
There is some evidence that the
crimes he predicts are interconnected.
Possibly to himself, ma'am.
And I've heard that you have the ability
to measure the level of person's truth
within their responses. Now,
as a politician that
scares the hell out of me.
But as the potential victim
of an assassination plot
well why don't we hear what Dr.
Mallardo has to say?
You are the president, ma'am.
Yes, I am.
Why don't you tell the
president what you told me?
May I just say what
a lovely room this is.
- Mallardo!
- Oh, yes you see, I
I've been having these thoughts
now for a couple of months,
ever since I launched my personal brain
probe into the electro-media sphere,
- I've been seeing
- Facts, Malardo. Just the facts.
Yes, fine! Fine.
There will be an attempt made
at this afternoon's ceremony
to destroy the president
and the chairman of OCP
be means of a remote
control bomb.
The bomber will be the
deranged and the very ugly
fugitive Pudface Morgan.
The act will take place
at the moment the
presentation is made.
And I really have no more information
at this time but I will promise you
that I will keep my mind open.
Now, was there a mention of a
of a presidential pardon?
It seems was I wrong?
Did someone say that?
Well?
His degree of truth was 100%.
I've made a security adjustment.
Grand ballroom is out.
The announcement will take place
down here in the corporate ballroom.
Look, my people can do a routine bomb
scan but they can't do what you do.
I want you to go over
every inch of this place.
Let us hope the anti-robotics
lobby does not find out.
Yeah, well, to hell with them.
We got one hour.
No?
Carrots are nature's little
miracle, excellent for the diet
and for the eyes.
Have you ever seen a
rabbit with glasses?
I mean, take me, for example.
Always had good eyes.
And that's because of carrots.
I firmly believe in carrots
and I can see for miles
and miles
There he is! It's all set.
We don't need
Mallardo to tell us.
Yeah, look, boss, there it is!
The bomb's online
and ready to go.
You mean, Robocop's
online and ready to go?
- Same thing, right?
- Yeah, that's the beauty of it, Shorty.
The bomb detector is the bomb.
- Anything turned up?
- No.
- Well, maybe Mallardo finally blew the call.
- No.
What he said must be exactly true.
He is behind all of this.
- I agree, but what's his plan?
- He is at the Henry Ford.
- He'll try to escape.
- Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on him.
Good.
Thing is, how can there be a
bomb if we've changed locations?
Pudface couldn't get a
firecracker into this place.
- There must be something we have not considered.
- We're opening up.
Let's be alert.
And of course, the question
on everyone's lips is
what will the president be wearing? We'll have
her speech live from the convention center.
I can hardly wait.
- Neither can we, huh, boys?
- You might say that.
Well then, I think I will leave
this in your capable hands.
Don't forget: The moment
the award is presented.
- Where is it you're going, boss?
- Dr. Mallardo needs my help.
- Yeah, you take good care of him.
- Oh, I will.
As soon as we collect
all the dough,
we'll take good care
of both of them.
So long
suckers!
Are you are you sure
I can't tempt you?
I mean, they are fresh and
cool and crisp and
God, they're good.
There's plenty more
where that came from.
Think you're unstoppable?
Stop this!
"You can't stop
the unstoppable."
Thing is, how can there be a
bomb if we've changed locations?
Pudface couldn't get a
firecracker into this place.
That explosion Pudface Morgan touched
off eliminated your ordnance reserve.
All that survived were
these tag weapons.
What I can't figure out is why
anyone would wanna kidnap Foster.
I'm glad you remembered
to use the tag weapons.
- Different serial numbers again.
- "You can't stop the unstoppable."
- Hey, where are you going?
- I must check something.
Hello, room service, please?
Chip! Put that away,
put that away,
it's all been taken care of.
The old "sedative in
the carrot" routine.
He bit!
As always, the president
is elegant but understated
in a classic vermilion blazer
and skirt with matching shell
accessorized with a tasteful
alabaster bag, beige pumps
and a discreet gold chain setting
off her lovely complexion.
You didn't say who did her hair.
Beta-2, Mallardo's escaped!
Cover the north stairwell!
Dr. Mallardo and
Chip Chayken, I presume.
You got them, excellent.
What about the president?
My job is here.
Okay, Mallardo, where's Pudface?
You said he was gonna detonate the bomb, you
knew all about it, now talk, both of you!
- Pudface who?
- You see, I don't actually know the criminals
whose crimes I predict, I
thought that was understood.
Listen to me, you little prick! If
we don't find the bloke really soon
- someone's gonna get hurt really bad!
- Detective Madigan!
We must never threaten felons
to obtain information.
- What?
- They have rights.
It's true, it's true!
We are people, too.
Therefore we will wait and see what
happens at the award luncheon.
Then we will know more.
Umm Why do you want
to waste so much time
- standing here with us?
- The detective could stay here and watch us
- and you could circulate.
- No.
- No? - No!
- No? - No!
We will all remain here
until I learn the whereabouts
of Pudface Morgan.
And, Mr. Chairman, we in
Washington appreciate
everything that you have done here at OCP.
A corporation that cares!
I think I'm gonna throw up.
Okay, boys.
- Let's get ready to blow this thing!
- Hey, boss, something's wrong! - What?
The bomb is leaving
the building!
- You want Pudface? There he is!
- In the red van!
Over there!
Could we hurry this up, please?
- Officers! Arrest these two.
- Yes! Thank you! Thank you.
Never seen two guys happy to
be arrested, what's going on?
- They know where the bomb is.
- What do you mean, it's here somewhere?
Right next to you.
I am the bomb.
The tag weapons?
Oh, the new serial numbers! Pudface planted them,
that's why they survived the grenade blast.
- How did you know that?
- One just knows these things.
Let's get Pudface.
- It's coming this way.
- What do you think it means?
It means showdown!
- Murphy, are you sure about this?
- Yes.
Okay, partner. Your
call, finish the job!
Boss, all you gotta do is press the
button on that remote thing and kaboom!
Shorty, you wouldn't understand.
This one's between the robot and me!
Now get outta here!
They both are gonna get blown to bits.
That's something anyway!
It's just you and me, big guy!
Okay, tin man!
So much for one-on-one.
Time to say bye-bye!
Bye-bye!
I'll be back, you toolbox!
- What can I say? Unbelievable.
- Thank you, Madigan.
What exactly happened?
Well, Robo deactivated the bomb in his
leg but left the transmitter intact
so Pudface wouldn't know it.
I guess the bomb in the van was a
surprise package from his pals.
- Shut up!
- You shut up!
What do you expect? You
can't win them all!
All right, get in there!
It's Robocop!
- What happened?
- Robocop saved the president!
Robocop, you're all
they said you were.
- And more.
- Madam president, you shouldn't be out here, you're much too exposed.
- Nonsense, Bob, I wouldn't have missed this for the world.
- Me neither.
Sir, I believe you
saved my life.
And mine.
Tell me, what could we do
to lure you to Washington?
We could certainly use
you on Capitol Hill.
I am sorry, ma'am, that
would not be possible.
I was born here. And as long
as I am needed I will stay
to protect and to serve.
For at every moment of every day,
somewhere there is a crime happening.
- But thank you.
- No, thank you, Robocop.