- Gross. This gray water really stinks.
You'd better not drink this.
- I can read. I got washing up to do.
- Put that on your debit card, as usual?
- No, cash. I sold my kidney.
Pays to be clean-livin'.
- Hey!
I'm thirsty.
(ominous music)
- Come on, Bobby, let's
go. It's time to go home.
Come on, come on!
- Hey, that stuff'll make you sick.
- Who cares?
No guilt, no pain.
(thug spits)
- Funheads.
(thug cackles)
- Gimme that, old man!
- [Jimmy] Leave him alone!
- Hey, you know what'd be fun?
Seeing your little brains
smashed all over the road!
(thugs laugh)
Hey, what, are you going
to a costume party?
- This is our turf, sucker.
- Ooh!
We're scared!
- You oughta be. We're the C.A.P. Crew.
And you,
you're toast.
(thugs laugh)
Danny Boy.
- Come on. Come on.
Come on.
(thug groans)
- Hey, I'll k*ll the kid,
man! I swear I'll k*ll him!
And I'll enjoy it, too.
- Enjoy this!
(thug grunts)
Hosebag.
- Nice move, kid.
- Thanks. My dad taught me, he was a cop.
(thug groans)
- This is our turf.
You do a crime here, you answer to us.
- Wrong.
You answer to the law.
And you're under arrest.
- You got it all wrong!
These two punks were
trying to shake us down.
These guys are okay.
- Yeah, they're the greatest!
You're the greatest, Dad.
- Albert Delorio, Officer.
I'm running the new Zone
Enforcement Program.
- You are vigilantes.
- As of midnight tonight, we're official.
C.A.P., Community Action Patrol.
Endorsed by the OCP.
You'll get a briefing about it, Officer.
Hey, Sluggo!
How'd you like to ride
home with the C.A.P. Crew?
- Go ahead, Jimmy. I'm
gonna lock up early tonight.
- All right!
- Keep the peace, Officer.
(poignant music)
- [Doctor] Go ahead and
shock him to flatline
and then let's quit.
- [Nurse] Okay, everybody, clear!
- Officer Alex Murphy, sh*t
to death in the line of duty.
- [Scientist] Legally, he's dead.
We can pretty much do what we want.
- There's a new guy in
town. His name's Robocop.
(rousing music)
- Murphy, it is you.
- Wow!
(dramatic music)
- [Announcer] Give us three minutes
and we'll give you the world.
This is Media Break, with Bo
Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.
- Scottish rebels renew
mortar att*cks on Liverpool.
- The Vatican denies rumors
that Pope Mary II is ill.
(Pope coughs)
- And in local news, police
report that the use of Fun
has reached epidemic
proportions in Detroit.
The narcotic, derived from a
psychotherapeutic medication
for manic depressives,
removes all sense of guilt in the user.
Police have blamed Fun
for the rash of crimes
plaguing the city in recent months.
No sense of guilt?
Sounds to me like some network
executives I know, Rocky.
(Bo chuckles)
- You said it, not me.
Coming up: a look at Newfoundland.
Is it ready to become our 53rd state?
(cops catcalling)
- Yeah, yeah, yeah. In your dreams, guys.
- Something I should know about
your private life, Madigan?
- Cute, Sarge.
Have a meeting with a Fun
dealer, thank you very much.
- Oh.
Well, okay.
Okay, listen up.
Now, I don't have to
tell you this Fun problem
has got us stretched to the limit.
- Well, with any luck, Sarge,
my dealer will lead me
straight to the supplier.
- Well, thanks for sharing that, Madigan.
But we're here to listen to Mr. Foster.
Those of you who bothered
to read the newsletter
will recognize him as the new acting VP
in charge of OCP Security
Concepts, our boss.
- Thank you, Sergeant Parks.
It's good to be with you all today.
This is Fun.
(cops chuckle)
- [Cop] Oh! Thank you.
- Well, you've all faced
it before, on the streets.
Every tough, dangerous day on the streets.
Well, we at OCP Security
Concepts want you to know
that we can get tough too.
(cops murmur)
- Right.
- Well, it's true that I am
new to OCP Security Concepts,
but my years at Family Services
and Internal Affairs...
(cops grumble)
And, and, other key posts
have given me insights
and courage...
(cops laugh)
To enact bold new programs
that will enable us all
to do our jobs better,
because that's the name of the game.
(cops laugh)
Yes. Well.
I am here today to introduce you
to your new official partners,
Albert Delorio and the
Community Action Patrol,
better known as the C.A.P. Crew.
Albert?
(cops grumble)
- [Cop] What is this?
- What is this, Foster?
- OCP has deputized Mr.
Delorio's organization
to assist you.
As of tonight at midnight,
they'll be in action
where they're needed most, Zone Five.
- What?
- Delorio was chief of the
Thrill K*llers in Chicago.
I was there.
- Now, that was a long, long time ago.
- Mr. Delorio has served his time.
In the eyes of the law,
he has paid his debt.
- Yeah? Well, my eyes
still see a no-good punk!
- Wait a second, you're
telling me you expect us
to patrol Zone Five with these guys?
- Of course not.
The C.A.P. Crew will be patrolling
Zone Five by themselves.
(cops clamoring)
- Are you crazy?
- So you can increase
manpower in other zones.
It's called efficiency.
- Welcome back, it's good to know
there's at least one
real cop in these parts.
- I am looking for Jimmy Murphy.
- He'll be in later.
Unless he's gone off with
them punks in the white coats.
- The C.A.P. Crew.
They have been deputized
to police this area.
- Police? Pack of crooks is what they are.
Last night after you
left, they ripped me off.
"Protection money," they called it.
- I will file a report.
- They said if I told the cops,
they'd make trouble for me.
- All police reports are confidential.
- Well, okay.
You're welcome to wait
for Jimmy if you want.
- I must go.
Somewhere there is a crime happening.
(pensive music)
- Sir, you just can't turn over
an entire zone to a k*ller.
- Ex-k*ller.
- Have you seen his rap sheet?
The Thrill K*llers committed
17 contract murders in Chicago
and Delorio ran every racket in town.
dr*gs, prostitution, extortion.
- Haven't you heard of forgive and forget?
- When he was sent to
prison, he formed a new g*ng
and took over Buchanan Maximum Security!
- He has highly developed
organizational skills.
- Now Sergeant, Mr.
Delorio has served his time
and deserves a chance to make
a positive contribution to society.
- Dr. Newlove is our new CPA.
- CPA?
- Corporate psychology advisor.
- My studies reveal that those
with experiences outside the law
often make the best law
enforcement personnel.
- Are you telling me
criminals make the best cops?
- Former criminals.
You see, Mr. Delorio's recruits
exhibit a sense of alienation from society
that is shared by the average citizen.
They also possess extensive
knowledge of the streets,
not to mention an instinctive
command psychology.
- They carry sledgehammers, sir.
- Emotional support tools.
Security blankets, if you will.
- Security...
Sir.
These kids have no training,
they have no experience,
they are amateurs,
and you are handing them
the keys to the city!
Foster tells me they've got Hummers,
ATVs, a new SatNet link.
Sir, these peoples have better access
to our database than we have!
- I understand your qualms, Sergeant.
But the fact is Fun is
poisoning Old Detroit
and something's got to be done.
- And this program brought
to us by Mr. Delorio
represents an annual savings
of 12% in the police budget.
- 12 and a quarter, actually.
- Well, you can't b*at that.
Better results from lower expenditures.
That's what made corporate America great.
(brooding music)
- Yes, sir.
- How many times to I
have to tell you people?
You steal something, you
put it away and cover it up.
You two, what are you doing?
We're the law now. Act like it.
And you, organize this
place. Make it look right.
Make it look like a
community police station.
(mellow jazz music)
(lock buzzes)
(ominous music)
Ladies, how's it goin'?
You got this thing uplinked
with the police files yet, Danny Boy?
- Yeah.
- That kid we ran into last
night said his dad was a cop.
See what we got on him.
- Here it is. James Daniel Murphy, age 13.
Father, Alex J. Murphy.
- m*rder*d in the line
of duty three years ago.
- Hey, look at this.
The guy that kid works
for at the water store?
He reported me to the cops.
- For what?
- I collected a little protection money.
- That's on next month's
program, Danny Boy.
For now, you better make
sure to shut him up.
- All right, all right.
- And this Murphy kid, recruit him.
Son of a m*rder*d cop
joins the C.A.P. Crew
to protect his neighborhood.
- He's too young for the C.A.P.s.
- He's worth his weight in PR, Danny Boy.
And we need a lot of that if
we're gonna turn Old Detroit
into a Fun city.
(ominous music)
(wind howling)
- Ed's been a bad boy.
Show him what we do to bad boys.
(thugs shouting)
Go to it, boys!
- [Thug] Whoo!
(dramatic music)
(furniture crashing)
(thugs whooping)
- Next time, it'll be worse.
Much worse, huh?
- Let him go, punk.
- This is our turf, robot.
What you say here don't count for squat.
And neither do you.
(dramatic music)
- Your job is to serve the public trust,
protect the innocent, uphold the law.
Remember that or it will be worse.
A lot worse.
- Come on, sit down.
I want to talk to you.
Hey, you guys, you guys.
Do that later, okay?
- What goes on in there?
- Oh, that's a...
Nothing, a special C.A.P.
Crew training center.
C.A.P. Crew members only.
You'll find out about it when you join us.
- I don't know. I always wanted
to be a cop, like my dad.
- You know, Jimmy, your
father d*ed for a good cause,
but it was an old cause.
When I was in prison, I read books.
They told me how the old power
structure's breaking down.
How people gotta unite
if they want to take back their streets,
take back their cities,
take back their country.
That's...
(chain clinks)
That's why I wear this.
(chain rattles)
Society's a chain.
It's gotta be united if
it wants to be strong.
- This is so cool.
- And I can tell that you're cool,
because you see the truth.
Here. Try it on.
I want you to have that.
- I can't take this.
- Sure you can.
But I want you to take good care of it
'cause it's precious to me.
- I'll guard it with my life.
- I know you will.
(pager chirping)
Excuse me. Police business.
(vidphone chirps)
What's up?
- Robocop showed while we were
rousting the water dealer.
He's screwing up everything!
- I'll put OCP on it.
But you gotta help. I need an example.
- A what?
- A criminal, Danny Boy.
So we can show 'em all the
power of C.A.P. Crew justice.
And don't you blow it this time.
(mellow jazz music)
- Hey, hey.
(Freddy laughs)
I thought you said this was
gonna be a private meet.
- I lied!
Fun made me do it.
- Uh, ain't we met before?
- Is that your best line, fella?
Freddy, I think you're doing
too much of your product, man.
If you can't deal straight,
I might have to find somebody who can.
- I'm the primo Fun man in
Old Detroit. And you know it.
- (chuckles) You're a middle man.
I might just deal with
your supplier, okay?
- You're a cop!
Yeah, this broad's a cop!
She popped me two years ago!
- This guy had too much Fun here, huh?
- A cop? Huh?
- Whatcha wanna do with her? (laughs)
- I don't...
Oh! What do we got here?
A nitromex grenade! (laughs)
Kinda rearrange that
pretty little face, huh?
(dramatic music)
Open up, sugarplum.
- [Robocop] Release her now.
(Skinner grunts)
- [Freddy] Ah! My foot!
- Hey, Freddy! Where you going, man?
- No guilt, no loyalty, huh, man?
Go get him, Murphy!
(siren wails)
(tracker beeping)
- You are under arrest.
- [Freddy] Oh yeah? (laughs)
- Yeah.
- Come on! Come on! (laughs)
Oh! Oh!
Zone Five, tinhead! (laughs)
You can't touch me in here. (laughs)
Hey! Hey!
Cops can't come in here!
- You're coming with me.
(Freddy giggles)
(grenade clicks)
- Hey!
(dramatic music)
(Freddy cackles)
(electricity crackles and pops)
(distant sirens wailing)
Danny Boy?
Danny Boy! (laughs)
You shoulda seen it, man.
I just blew up Robocop! (laughs)
- You think that's funny, Freddy?
- No. You know, just...
Just fun.
No guilt, man.
- Hey, guys, I think we found
the example we're looking for.
- [Freddy] What?
- Let's show him the power
of C.A.P. Crew justice.
- [Freddy] No, come on!
(hammers thud)
(Freddy wails)
- [Bully] We win! (laughs) Hit him!
Come on, knock him out! (laughs)
- Hey there, little soldier.
You sure asked for that one, didn't you?
- But they att*cked me!
- Well, that's because
you're so small and puny.
- But what can I do about it?
- Chew Sterettes!
Each cherry-flavored Sterette
contains 750 milligrams
of anabolic steroids.
In no time at all,
you'll be just like the
guys that b*at you up!
- Hey, Bobby, you're
one of us now! Come on!
- Join the crowd. Get Sterettes.
- [Announcer] Another
fine Sunny Day product
from the good folks at OCP.
Do not exceed two a day. May
cause abrupt mood swings.
Discontinue use if blood
appears in your urine.
- Here at home, it seems
Old Detroit has a new w*apon
in the w*r against Fun,
a Community Action
Patrol, the C.A.P. Crew.
- That's right, Rocky, and last night,
the controversial crew deputized by OCP
in a bold new community-based
policing program
captured notorious Fun
dealer Frederick DeRenzi.
Rushed to Hillary R. Clinton Hospital,
he later d*ed from injuries
suffered while resisting arrest.
- Residents of Old Detroit's Zone Five
had this to say about their
new citizen protectors.
- They're such nice youngsters.
And they really kick butt.
- Well, I love the berets.
- Huh. Okay, just one more tweak.
Good. All right, let's give it a try.
(motor whirs)
Okay, now flex the fingers.
Yeah. And the thumb.
All right. Now let's make a fist.
Good, very good. Thank you, thank you.
Well, good as new.
- Now, insert the chip.
- Yeah, I'm not very familiar
with this configuration.
How will it affect his circuitry?
- It won't, it'll simply ensure
that he doesn't enter
any more off-limit zones.
- You can't put a leash on Robocop.
He enforces the law anytime, anyplace.
You people programmed him that way.
- We're changing the program.
And we're outfitting all
police cars with k*ll switches
that'll be activated if any officer
violates C.A.P. Crew territory.
- Oh, that's insane. What
if there's an emergency?
- You mean like last night?
When he allowed a dangerous
drug dealer to escape?
It's a good thing the
C.A.P. Crew was there
to nab the culprit.
- Who they k*lled before
he could be questioned.
- Hmm, the fact is the
crime rate in Zone Five
has dropped 90% since
Mr. Delorio's C.A.P. Crew
started full-time patrol.
Install the chip.
- Aw, go ahead.
- Sorry, big guy.
Gonna have to take you
back offline for a while.
- He had six hits of Fun on him!
- Strictly personal use. Less
than 10 is simple possession.
- Oh, possession my ass.
- Madigan.
- Nobody needs that much
Fun for personal use.
- Hey, I got a lotta guilt. (snickers)
- Which is not to imply that my client
is in fact actually guilty.
- Do you know what the minimum
is for trafficking, pal?
10 years.
- Ah, would that be a thr*at?
- Madigan!
- Okay, tell me where you got the Fun,
I'll let you walk right outta here.
- Keep your mouth shut and I'll have you
walking outta here before lunch.
- I'm hungry. I'll wait
for lunch. (snickers)
(Leo laughs)
(Skinner giggles)
- Listen, scumbag, you talk or I swear
I'll get you 10 years at Buchanan.
- That's it. You threatened
him with jail time.
That is a clear violation
of the Mendoza Rule.
You are legally obligated
to release my client now.
- Yeah, yeah, you're free to go.
- Come on, son.
- Oh, come on, Sarge!
Aw, this is ridiculous.
- Ah, incidentally,
we will of course sue.
- Get outta my sight, Leo.
Brilliant, Madigan. Just plain brilliant.
He'll be back on the street
and high again within the hour.
- That's exactly what I
was counting on, Sarge.
- You planted a tracker on him?
- He's gonna lead me right to his source.
- I didn't see that.
- No sir, you did not.
- I didn't see a thing. (chuckles)
(tracker beeping)
(cops chattering)
- Excuse me? I'm looking for...
Pardon me, I'm looking
for Detective Madigan.
Hi, um...
Can somebody help me?
Alex, can you help me?
- Can I be of assistance?
- I, uh...
I'm looking for Lisa. I
mean Detective Madigan.
- She is on assignment.
Do you wish to report a crime?
- No.
No, I was hoping I could talk
to her about my son Jimmy.
- Is he in trouble?
- No. I mean, I don't really know.
He's joined this street
g*ng, the C.A.P. Crew.
He's at such an impressionable age
and since his father d*ed...
Well, I'm just afraid he's involved
in something he can't handle.
I'm sorry, I'll try Lisa later. Thank you.
(wistful music)
(alarm buzzing)
(engine sputters)
(suspenseful music)
(thugs whooping)
- Hey, Jimmy.
This antique bugging you?
- Nah, it's cool.
- Jimmy, I want to talk to you.
- This is Zone Five!
It's like the Brooklyn Wall!
You don't cross unless we say so.
Oh my, would you look at
this? It's garbage day.
Aw, look at this mess!
This is terrible! Uh-oh!
I've littered. Why don't you arrest me?
Woo-hoo!
(thugs hooting)
Woo-hoo!
- [Thug] Come on!
Woo-hoo!
Okay, hold it up!
Clean this stuff up.
Now.
The C.A.P. Crew always
thinks of the community.
Come on, Jimmy.
We got work to do.
(thugs hooting)
(dramatic music)
- [Junkie] I'm gonna jump!
(crowd cheering)
- Come on down!
Come on!
(junkie cackles)
- (laughs) Yeah!
(crowd cheering)
- Come on, take a flight!
- I'm gonna jump! I will,
I'll jump! (cackling)
(crowd cheering)
(tracker beeping)
- [Lisa] A little funhouse.
- Whoa! Whoa!
Here I go, baby! Whoa, whoa!
(crowd cheering)
(tracker beeping)
- Come on, baby! No guilt!
Hey!
- No chance, pal.
- [Junkie] I'm flying! Flying!
(energetic rock music)
(clubbers clamoring)
- It's not fat-free!
It's not! It's not fat-free.
It's not fat-free!
(tracker beeping)
- Hey, Skinner. Having fun?
- To the max!
You wanna try busting me again? (snickers)
- No, I don't think so, no.
I just want to know where
you get it from, man.
- Oh yeah?
- It'll be a kick, man.
Think of the rush you get
ratting on your source.
- Aw man! (laughs)
They'd k*ll me!
- Yeah!
See, just thinking about it
gets you going, doesn't it?
Come on, Skinner. Man,
go for it, no guilt.
- Oh, they run it
everywhere in my zone, Five.
They are the Fun trade.
All of it comes from them!
- Who's them?
- The C.A.P. Crew.
Oh god! (laughing)
I'm dead!
I'm dead! (laughs)
- So what you're saying is that the police
are actually hampering your efforts
to stem the Fun trade in Zone Five?
- They're just not equipped to
handle the problem, Umberto.
Now, that's why OCP is
adding zones Four and Six
to our patrol area in Old Detroit.
- Okay. Now, we have a viewer on the line.
Hi. What's on your mind?
- [Caller] I think what Mr.
Delorio's doing is wonderful.
Where does he recruit his young people?
And what's his own background?
Has he ever been in trouble?
- Well...
Okay.
- Good question.
In fact, you yourself have
a long criminal record,
isn't that right?
- Yes, I do, Umberto, and I'm
the first one to admit it.
I robbed, I maimed, and I k*lled.
But I was misunderstood. And
I have learned my lesson.
- Hey, I think we can all relate to that.
- As for our recruits,
Babs grew up in the Marilyn Quayle
School for Runaway Girls.
And Jimmy,
Jimmy's father was a policeman
k*lled in the line of duty.
- Hey, how 'bout that?
Okay, Jimmy, tell me,
which would you rather be?
A cop or a member of the C.A.P. Crew?
- Well, the C.A.P. Crew is the future.
- Oh. And how long have you been a member?
- Four days.
(Umberto laughs)
- Well, your program systems all check.
Why'd you come in? Some
kind of internal damage?
- [Jimmy] Kids at school
think the hat is kinda goofy,
but I think it's cool.
- [Umberto] Alrighty, so then
you yourself are telling me
that you think the police are outdated?
- Well, the old power
structure's broken down.
The people have to unite
to take back the streets.
Society's like a chain.
We have to be united to be strong.
(Umberto laughs)
- [Umberto] But that's
all we have time for,
so be sure to tune in tomorrow
with me, Umberto Ortega.
(ominous music)
(suspenseful music)
(workers chattering)
- Gotcha.
- [Danny] I got you.
(dramatic music)
Get her!
- Get her!
- She's going up the stairs!
- (growls) Get her!
- [Thug] Come on, she's
getting on the roof!
Before she gets away!
(Danny groans)
(tense music)
(engine cranks)
- [Thug] Come on! Stop her!
Stop her! Stop her!
- She got away!
- Who got away?
(Danny coughing)
That's a bad career move
for Detective Madigan.
Yeah, that's what I want.
I don't care if you
have a problem with it.
I want three of 'em and I
want 'em here by two o'clock.
You can't work it out,
I find someone else that can, all right?
Right.
- Didn't Mommy teach you?
Curiosity k*lled the brat.
Stop him!
- [Thug] Come on!
- What the hell's going on here?
- Jimmy saw the Fun lab.
- Get him! Drag him back here!
Get him!
(thugs shouting)
Idiots.
(dramatic music)
- [Operator] The cost
of this call is $1.50.
Thank you for using-
- Works every time.
- [Nancy] Hello?
- Mom, it's me!
- Jimmy! Thank god.
Where are you? I've been worried sick.
- Don't ask any questions.
Just get out of the house.
Please! They know where we live!
Get out of Zone Five.
I found out the C.A.P. Crew's pushing Fun
and they're after me.
- Listen, Jimmy, you come home
and we'll call the police.
- The cops can't do anything!
(footsteps approaching)
Just go! Get away!
- You're under arrest.
Your call has been disconnected.
- Jimmy!
- Come on, Sarge, Delorio and his g*ng
are gonna move that lab
and we'll never find it!
- I am on your side, but
you've got no evidence.
Robocop, I need you in Zone Two.
They're swamped with Fun crime.
- That's because the C.A.P.
Crew is pushing it there.
- Madigan, I am a patient
man, but I have my limits.
- Lisa!
Thank god. Jimmy's in trouble.
He called me and he said that
the C.A.P. Crew is after him.
He told me that they're dealing Fun!
- Is that enough evidence for you, Sarge?
- I will find him.
- Your program won't allow
to enter a C.A.P. Crew zone.
- Tell the chairman to change the program.
I will do the rest.
- The chairman?
- You wanted to see us, sir?
- Indeed I do.
It seems your C.A.P. Crew
is responsible for the Fun
traffic in Old Detroit.
(Newlove laughs)
- I don't believe it.
- I saw their Fun labs myself.
- I am shocked.
Truly shocked!
- Do you realize what
will happen to OCP's stock
if we are in any way connected with Fun?
- You know, you're absolutely right, sir.
I never really felt comfortable
with that Delorio fellow.
But Dr. Newlove was just so convincing.
- (laughs) Well, all I did
was conduct the studies.
It seemed like such a good idea.
The data was so
compelling. (clears throat)
- I suggest you conduct any future studies
on your own time.
OCP no longer requires your services.
(Newlove stammers)
But, but, but, I must-
- You heard him. You're fired.
I'll see that the
paperwork's in order, sir.
- Thank you.
- These things happen.
- Sir, I've got teams ready
to storm all C.A.P. Crew zones
the moment you rescind the no-go order.
- Done. Get the word out.
- Robocop is already at Zone Five,
but he can't do anything with
that directive you put in him.
He said that you could change that.
- I'll see to it.
- Yes, sir.
(suspenseful music)
(engine sputters)
(alarm buzzing)
- [Chairman] Initiate retina scan.
(scanner beeping)
(ATVs approaching)
(motors whir)
- [Danny] We'll fix you,
Murphy, you lousy traitor.
Get in there!
- All right, Murphy.
It's time to take the gloves off.
(motors whir)
(motors whine)
- [Babs] Okay, let's get outta here.
- Man, what a day.
- I know.
(suspenseful music)
It's just a couple blocks.
- Oh my god!
- What's he doing here?
- God, I don't know!
- Get outta here!
Go on, get outta here!
- Robocop's here! He's crossed the border!
- That's impossible.
- [Robocop] You are under arrest.
- [Jimmy] Robocop's gonna kick your butt.
- [Albert] I don't think so.
Come on, move. Move!
Take him out! Open that door!
- Drop your weapons.
- Let's get him.
Get him!
(hammers clatter)
- Your move.
- [Danny] Go, go!
- Get outta here!
- Let's get outta here!
(thugs shouting)
(sirens wailing)
- [Thug] Go, go, go, go, go!
Get outta here, let's go!
(dramatic music)
- Gotcha.
Let's go.
(workers shouting)
(g*nf*re popping)
- Gimme your best sh*t!
(Albert grunts)
- No!
(g*nf*re pops)
(Albert yells)
(dramatic music)
- Robocop!
(cable creaking)
(Jimmy yells)
Wow! Thanks!
- Nice move up there.
- Yeah. My dad taught me.
- I must go.
- Wait a minute.
Do you have a...
A real name? I mean,
something I could call you?
- You can call me...
Robocop.
(wistful music)
(rousing music)