(upbeat music)
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- Our top stories at this hour.
It's 3 days from blastoff
for the OCP's space tram.
- Brewery strike sparks
nation-wide panic in Australia.
- And this just in, Rocky.
Tori Tolan, the so-called
wicked witch of Wall Street,
has successfully defended yet another
of her trademark smash-and-grab
corporate takeovers.
We go now live to Martina Marx
at the courthouse. Martina?
- Right, Bo. Tori Tolan is the victor
in the Cryonautics laboratories case.
Now you'll remember that's
a company which developed
the new Cryo-Fuel for
the new OCP space tram.
Company president Owen Merritt
had filed suit to block
Miss Tolan's takeover,
charging gross impropriety.
And, although the judge was sympathetic,
today he ruled that, in fact,
Miss Tolan has committed no
actual breach of the law.
There's Owen Merritt now with
his executive VP Jack Dixon.
And here's Tori Tolan
with her lawyer JJ Biddle.
We'll try to get a word with her.
- Hey, witch!
- No, Jack! No, Jack!
- Out of my way, flunky!
- Hey, hey! That's enough, back off!
- Keep your dog on a leash, man!
- What do you expect when you rob people
of everything they worked for?
- I expect them to obey the law.
- This way, Miss Tolan,
I'm right behind you.
- Miss Tolan, what's your
response to today's decision?
- Miss Tolan is pleased and gratified
that justice has been served.
Thank you, that's it.
- Owen Merritt, this must be
a day of disappointment for you.
- This is a travesty of justice,
Tori Tolan is a vampire, and
she will destroy Cryonautics
like she's destroyed every
other company she's touched.
And what about the people who've lost
their jobs and their
homes, don't they count?
- Bo, that's Owen Merritt.
And he's a little upset.
- Well, security isn't exactly adequate.
- You're not exactly popular.
- Tell you what, you'll
be popular, I'll be rich.
How's that?
- It's getting pretty
hairy out there, Sarge,
I'd call for backup.
- And just what does that mean?
- It means backup.
(machinery whirring)
(crowd shouting indistinctly)
(machinery beeping)
- They're animals.
- Desperate ones. Let's go.
(crowd shouting)
- You k*lled my husband!
(ominous music)
You ruined everything!
(woman screams)
- Sarge, a g*n!
- You k*lled my husband!
(g*n fires)
- Tori!
(woman sobbing)
Are you all right?
- I don't know.
But I definitely want one of those.
(door banging)
- [Doctor] Go ahead and shock
the flatline, then let's quit.
- [Doctor] Okay, everybody clear!
- Officer Alex Murphy
sh*t to death in a 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.
(triumphant music)
- Murphy, it is you.
(expl*si*n booming)
(electricity buzzing)
(expl*si*n booming)
- Wow!
(g*ns f*ring)
(calming music)
- Let's go.
(machinery whirring)
- Her husband was a Cryonautics supplier.
- When Miss Tolan canceled the contract,
his business went bust and he
went off the Windsor Bridge.
- The court will consider that.
- I sure hope so, Robo.
Madigan, Miss Tolan get home alright?
- God!
That woman is the most cold-blooded, vain,
self-serving, egomaniacal
excuse for human being.
She wants to blame us for the att*ck.
- Naturally.
- And you, mister, better watch your step,
she's got the hots for you.
She said that she thinks you are yummy.
- Yummy?
Perhaps she was expressing her gratitude.
- No, I don't think gratitude
is in her word file, you know.
I think she knows
special when she sees it,
but she just wants to add
you to her collection.
- Yeah? We'll see about that.
(calming music)
- You want what?
- Oh, I think you heard me.
Either I get that machine,
or we don't have a deal.
- Robocop is not a machine.
And besides, that's out of the
question. He can't be spared.
He's unique, he's irreplaceable,
we need him out there!
- Let's lay our cards on the
table, shall we, Mr. Chairman?
- I won't be threatened, Tori.
- Your space tram project is a disaster.
You're so far behind on the latest launch,
if you don't make it
off the pad by Friday,
you're in breach of contract
to your SatNet customers
to the tune of six billion big ones.
- It'll never come to that.
- Not if you're topping off your tanks
with Cryo-Fuel, it won't.
But that could be a big if.
- That's blackmail.
- No, that's business.
Speaking of which, you
made a tidy little profit
on Cryonautics stock.
I recommended it, didn't I?
- Oh, but I was just-
- Acting on the insider information.
Last time I checked, that
was still a big no-no.
Tell you what, Mr. Chairman.
You've got some decisions to make.
Why don't I just let you make them?
(computer beeps)
(water bubbles)
He'll play ball.
- They always do.
(ominous music)
(radio playing indistinctly)
- So, Cryonautics is history.
- Tori Tolan can do
what she likes with it,
and they'll let her.
- What should I do?
sh**t her, like poor Mildred Banks?
Right now I'm now more concerned
about the safety of the Cryo-Fuel.
I never had the chance
to complete the tests.
- Hey, if OCP wants to
send up a space tram
with untested fuel, that's their problem.
It might even be better
for us if something-
- Don't even think it!
If something goes wrong with that fuel,
it won't be Tori Tolan who pays the price.
It never is.
Jack, here it is.
- The OCP space tram
was designed to deliver
the final satellite uplink
in the space information superhighway.
But from the very beginning,
it has been plagued by
fuel system problems,
which is why Cryonautics' development
of a new Cryo-Fuel was seen as
the salvation of the program.
- And this Friday's launch
is especially important,
since for the first time the
space tram will blast off
with a four man crew.
Here's Martina Marx.
- I'm here in the Cryonautics
lab with Eric Marley,
the only engineer to remain
with the Cryo-Fuel project
under the new Tori Tolan regime.
Why?
- Well, someone had to stay
on at this crucial stage.
Space tram launch is in three days,
and I just felt responsible.
- [Martina] So, you do
see these final few days
before the launch-
- Lousy rat! He sold us out!
- This is a manned mission,
the safety of our four brave-
- I'd like to wring his neck!
- v*olence never solves anything.
- Yeah right.
- [Martina] I understand
the Cryo-Fuel has passed
all performance tests with flying colors.
- Absolutely, the space
tram crew will have
a smooth and trouble-free ride.
- You're lying, Eric.
He is flat-out lying!
Jack?
Jack?
(ominous music)
(liquid pouring)
(machinery beeping)
- Who are you?
What do you want?
- You, Marley. I want you
to give your boss a message.
- Stay away from me!
Don't come any closer!
- [Computer] Zone 2 unit, silent alarm,
Cryonautics labs 441 North Hartley.
Repeat, silent alarm, Cryonautics labs.
(siren blaring)
(glass shattering)
- You don't fool me. I know who you are.
The police will be here any minute.
- Yeah? Then I better make
it worth their while, huh?
(masked man shouts)
(glass shattering)
Now, what do we have here?
- Gimme that!
- Hold it, punk!
Step away from that man.
- Sure. Whatever you say.
(gas hissing)
(machine beeping)
(machinery whirring)
(machinery beeping)
- Stop!
(machinery whirring)
(machinery beeping)
(electricity buzzing)
(electricity buzzing)
- There, all set.
You know this replacement
unit cost over $200,000?
The way you go through parts,
we should get them wholesale.
But of course we can't get them wholesale,
because they've got to come from Japan.
And, according to the Norpac treaty,
the price agreement cannot be violated.
Even though the Japanese
contractors are on subsidiary.
Anyway, you don't care about that, do you?
- Oh, that's a great
system you got there, Robo.
I got a few parts I
wouldn't mind trading in.
- Hey Sarge, what does
Eric Marley have to say?
- He claims he can't
identify his attacker.
- What?
- Mm-hm.
- I don't buy it, it had
to be someone he knew,
one of the old Cryonautics
g*ng out for some payback.
- The man knew the access
code to the security door.
- But why would Marley cover up?
- You tell me.
Robo.
When Charlie's finished with you here,
report to Tori Tolan's office.
She needs a babysitter.
- Oh please!
- Don't say it, Madigan!
- Oh, but Sarge, come on!
- Don't!
Meanwhile let's just hope
our criminal population
decides to take a few days off.
Otherwise we'll get swamped again
and I'll be up to my neck
with lunatics as usual,
and that means more...
- So, what's Tori Tolan like?
- She is a troubled woman.
- Yeah, that's one way to put it.
- Well then, what do you say, Robo?
Maybe I should prime your defenses
while I'm here, huh? (laughs)
Huh.
- And you're sure it was
Owan Merritt's stooge, Dixon?
- I know his voice.
And he definitely knew what
was on that printout report.
- What was on that printout report?
- A chart indicating the instability
of the Cryo-Fuel under pressure.
It still tends to
crystallize after 10 hours.
- What do you mean, tends to?
Are you talking certainty
or just speculating?
- Well, we need more information.
- Well then, test again.
- Yes, of course,
but OCP should be informed.
The space tram launch
has got to be postponed.
- Uh-huh, no. Not yet.
- But it's just two days away!
The crew...
- You heard what Miss Tolan said. Retest.
We'll handle the politics from here.
Come. I'll see you out.
(ominous music)
Eric!
How serious is this instability?
- Very, and two days,
it's not enough time.
- Where's the printout now?
- It's in a safe place.
- Good. Destroy it.
- Whatever you say.
- This could be a problem.
- Oh, I don't think so.
These people are always overcautious.
- But if Merritt and
Dixon put the word out-
- Who would believe them, hm?
They're losers, they lost in court,
and they're fighting back with lies.
They b*at up Marley, and they
probably set that old woman up
to take a sh*t at you.
- We can't prove that.
- We don't have to.
(machine beeps)
- Yes?
- Someone to see you.
- Who is it?
- Robocop reporting for duty.
As ordered.
(tense music)
- I feel better already.
- No, I didn't know Eric had
been att*cked, that's terrible.
- And you have no idea
who might've done it?
- I'm pretty much on my own these days,
I'm just trying to pick up the pieces.
I founded Cryonautics, you see.
I nurtured it, I watched it grow.
It was kind of a dream come to life.
- How did you manage-
- How did I manage to lose it all?
I needed capital to develop the
Cryo-Fuel, so I went public.
It was a fatal mistake
with Tori Tolan circling,
especially after she's got OCP's backing.
- And why did they give it to her?
She promised them what I wouldn't,
immediate delivery of the
fuel for the space tram.
- Are you saying it's unsafe?
- At least untested.
- That's a pretty serious charge,
with the launch two days off.
Did you tell anyone this at OCP?
- It's hard to tell people
what they don't want to hear.
(bottle spritzing)
(ominous music)
- You brain-dead idiot!
So that's how you hurt
your hand! Eric Marley!
- This holier than thou
routine is getting stale, Owen.
- I agree, Jack. In fact,
I couldn't agree more.
It's time to move on, for both of us.
- You know what your problem is?
You accept losing, I don't!
And I never will!
(door shuts)
(liquid bubbling)
(ominous music)
(paper ignites)
(liquid bubbling loudly)
- Incredible!
There's just so much I
want to know, I mean...
Where do I begin?
- My prime directives are
to serve the public trust,
protect the innocent, uphold the law.
- But who are you? I
mean, how do you function?
- Maybe he comes with a
manual, like a toaster.
- He's just jealous.
(machinery whirring)
- There's a Mr. Dixon on the line.
- I'll take it here. (snaps fingers)
What?
- Where's your boss, flunky?
- None of your business.
- All right, I'll make
this short and sweet.
I know enough to blow
your OCP deal wide open.
But what I know and what
I tell, that's up to you.
- What is this, a shake down?
- I'd call it getting my share.
That's a concept you
should understand, Biddle.
- How does Merritt fit in?
- Don't worry about him.
- Look, I can't talk
about this on the V-phone.
Be downstairs, garage F, six o'clock.
- Six o'clock it is.
(tense music)
(machine beeping)
(car door slams)
- The fact is, I've made a lot of money,
and people resent it.
I mean, should I feel
guilty for being successful?
- If one is honest, there
is no need for guilt.
- Well, exactly! I knew we'd get along.
JJ, are you coming with us?
- Of course, my dear,
I'm just gonna go try find our driver.
(machinery beeping)
- What's wrong?
(machinery beeping)
- It is a b*mb.
(expl*si*n booming)
(glass shattering)
- Look! Look, that's him!
That's the man who did it!
Stop! Stop, or I'll sh**t!
(g*n f*ring)
(machinery beeping)
(g*n f*ring)
It's Jack Dixon!
- You bastard! You can't pin this on me!
(g*n f*ring)
- I thought he...
I thought he had a g*n.
(machinery whirring)
He had this.
(machinery beeping)
- Headline stories we're watching.
- Contaminated caviar
turns Manhattan's upper
East Side radioactive.
- Pilgrims to Manila's Marcle shrine
report miracle cure for bunions.
- And closer to home, Bo,
the second assassination attempt
of Cryonautics head Tori Tolan
has cast a pall over
tomorrow's space tram launch.
But the chairman of OCP
says the show must go on.
- We're shocked and
outraged by these att*cks.
But as I've assured Miss Tolan,
Omni-Consumer Products'
commitment to the space tram
will not be impeded by a
few deranged criminals.
- Up next, Shanghai fun
park Chairman Mao Land
ends its first year in the red.
- So you're telling me you had no idea
Jack Dixon was gonna plant
a b*mb under Tori Tolan?
- Jack Dixon couldn't change a fuse,
the idea he could somehow
manufacture a b*mb-
- I don't seem to be getting
through to you, Mr. Merritt!
We know he planted the b*mb,
the question is, did you help him?
Of course not!
Jack and I parted company
as soon as I learned
of the as*ault on Marley
from the detective here.
- Yes, but you covered
that up deliberately.
- Look, Jack was a hothead, not a k*ller.
He'd had his spree, there was no point
in getting him into any more trouble!
Or so I thought.
- Sarge.
- Wait here!
- It just doesn't hang together.
- You're telling me.
Lying through his teeth.
- No no no, I mean the b*mb thing.
What Merritt said is true, okay?
Dixon had no background
in weapons or expl*sives.
- But he had the detonator.
- No, no, Biddle said
he had the detonator,
that was Murphy's report.
- Murphy also reported
the man's voice was-
- Was inconclusive!
Sarge, come on, Biddle is a lawyer
working for Tori Tolan, right?
He used to work for the
national security agency,
the guy lies for living, okay?
That's why Murphy couldn't read him.
- Madigan!
- No, no, Sarge, listen to me.
We all wondered why Eric Marley
couldn't finger his attacker, right?
He had to know Jack
Dixon, mask or no mask,
but he covered up because
Dixon found something out.
- Like what?
- It had to involve the Cryo-Fuel.
Merritt said to me it's not the sure thing
it's supposed to be, and the space tram
is supposed to take off tomorrow.
- Yeah, but Merritt lost his company,
the man's got an a* to grind.
- Okay, but if anything he
said is true, Tori Tolan-
- Tori Tolan, now, just stop
it right there, Madigan!
We all know how you feel about Tori Tolan,
but let's remember something, shall we?
She's the victim here.
- Is she?
- What is that supposed to mean?
- I'll get back to you.
(ominous music)
- Tori, my god, what they're doing to you.
I mean, are you okay?
- Oh yes, I'm still in one piece,
thanks to a certain party.
- Honey, you're just being so brave.
- Well, they tell me you
can't take it with you,
but if I can't take it, I'm not going.
- Oh Tori, you're just incorrigible.
- Seriously, though, Cryonautics stock,
it's about to skyrocket,
due to the space tram thing.
You get in, you get out,
you make some nice change.
Though I probably shouldn't
be telling you that
in front of a certain cop.
Just kidding.
- Let's do lunch!
- Ciao!
(machinery whirring)
- The purchase of stock based
upon privileged information
is a crime.
- Oh, privilege-shmivilege,
that's business. Lighten up.
- I will have to report it.
- Well, you do what you have to do.
And stop giving me those looks of yours!
I know you'd rather be out
there whacking bad guys,
but you're not, you're with me, okay?
And it might not be a bad thing, I mean,
you might actually learn something.
You're a nice guy, Robo,
but you could really use
an education in the ways of world.
- I know the world.
- Excuse me, but how could
you? You're programed.
Everything's either or with you,
right or wrong, black or white.
Life isn't like that,
it's somewhere in between, in the gray,
that's where the deals are made.
You know, I don't want to insult you.
- I am not insulted, I am programmed.
And so are you.
The difference is, my
program has higher standards.
- Well, thank you so very much!
- You're welcome.
(ominous music)
(car door shuts)
(machinery beeps)
- Yes, who is it?
- [Madigan] Mr. Marley,
Detective Madigan, Metro South.
(machinery beeps)
- This is a restricted area!
I'm sorry, I'm very busy.
We're severely understaffed,
and the space tram-
- That's what I want to talk to you about.
We're hearing reports your Cryo-Fuel
may not be fully ready
for the launch tomorrow.
- Ridiculous! Who told you that?
It's nonsense, it's-
- It's hardly a matter
for the police department,
is it, detective Madigan?
- Well, it is if there's a fraud
being perpetrated against OCP.
- Do you have evidence of this?
- I'm not in the position
to discuss that right now.
- I see. Owen Merritt.
You know, I find it amazing
that he still retains
credibility with you people.
Does the Chairman know what you're up to?
- Ask him.
- Oh, I will.
But in the meanwhile, as Mr.
Marley said, we're very busy.
- Well, thank you for your time.
- Where's that printout?
- I destroyed it, as you said.
- Good, because if it
got into the wrong hands,
there'd be hell to pay, pure hell.
- A Catholic, a Protestant,
a Muslim and a Jew.
Together, headed for heaven.
Join me, Umberto Ortega, tomorrow morning
for a very special salute
to the brave man of the OCP space tram.
Four faiths, one mission. Only in America.
(cheerful music)
- Oh, god.
(ominous music)
(liquid bubbling)
- The Cryo-Fuel is being
delivered as we speak.
- Good, I'm not gonna
relax until that space tram
is off the pad and on its way.
- I understand, Mr. Chairman.
After all, we're in this
together. Aren't we?
- Indeed.
(computer beeps)
- JJ! What have we heard from Marley?
- Nothing. I assume all is well.
- What about this 10 hour thing?
- Frankly, who cares?
By that time the astronauts
will be in deep space.
If the fuel does indeed crystallize,
they'll never know what hit them.
- My god, what are you saying?
- Though I do suggest we
use the 10 hour window.
Liquidate some of the Cryonautics stock.
Price is definitely right.
- JJ, I do not want blood on my hands!
(JJ chuckles)
- Since when?
- How dare you say that to me?
- Tori, you know,
the one thing I always admired about you
is that you've never let your emotions
affect a business decision.
Now, suddenly-
- What? I'm not the
monster you took me for?
Well, maybe I never was!
- You're starting to sound
like that machine talking.
- Robocop is not a machine.
(door opens)
- I have scanned the building.
There are no security breaches.
- Well thank you, that's a relief.
- I am needed at Metro South.
I request a return to regular duty.
- And leave me? Not on your life, buster!
My God, I need you now more than ever.
(machinery whirring)
(ominous music)
(machinery beeping)
- Merritt! Thank god you came!
You were the only one I could turn to!
- Well, you left it a little
late, didn't you, Eric?
The tram launch is in a few hours.
Don't the lives of those
astronauts mean anything to you?
- That's why I called you! For god's sake!
Do you think I want
four deaths on my hands?
I showed Tori Tolan the test results.
- Then why hasn't the
launch been canceled?
(electricity buzzing)
- Somebody's out there!
- Dammit! Dammit!
(Madigan grunts)
- [Marley] What are you doing?
No!
(g*n f*ring)
(Marley groaning)
- Officer needs help!
Cryonautics lab, request
ambulance 441 North Hartley.
Repeat, officer needs help.
- [Radio] Detective Madigan, come in!
Come in, detective!
Detective Madigan, please respond!
(siren wailing)
- Sergeant Parks!
Where the hell is Sergeant Parks?
- This is all I need.
- There you are. What
the hell is going on?
I've just been told Eric Marley is dead!
- I'm sorry, Miss Tolan.
- We're still trying to piece
it together, but it seems
that Owen Merritt went
down the Cryonautics and-
- Looking for me, no doubt,
since I seem to be target of the month!
- Detective Madigan was
there on a stakeout.
Merritt surprised her, took
her g*n, and went after Marley.
There was a struggle, Marley was k*lled,
and Merritt critically wounded.
- I just heard! How's Merritt?
- Well, he's still unconscious,
but he's gonna pull through.
- Well, good. Good.
- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.
Just got a little headache.
I screwed up, Murphy.
I screwed up big time.
I gave up my g*n. My g*n
was the m*rder w*apon.
That's real good.
- Who was it?
- It wasn't Merritt, I'd
stake my badge on that.
It seemed Marley opened the door for him.
He was expecting him.
And those guys were
arguing, but I don't...
It was the Cryo-Fuel, I'm sure of it.
I mean, Marley knew the
truth, and he finally cracked.
And then who else would
he call but Merritt,
the guy that invented it?
- Then someone else was there.
- Had to be.
- Tori, Tori!
Come here, listen!
Look, we can't hang around here,
we're not out of the woods yet.
- What do you mean?
- Come on, I'll tell you inside.
- I must go.
- Wait a sec, I want to go with you.
There's got to be some
evidence from those fuel tests,
otherwise Marley wouldn't have
brought Merritt down there.
- Doc wants to get a look at you.
- Oh come on, Sarge, not now, alright?
- [Parks] Now!
- And so at long last, the
space tram seems destined
to leap from its launch pad
and sh**t for the stars.
The big ship is being Cryo-Fueled now
for the final countdown in
less than two hours at 6 AM.
And so that's the story here
at the OCP Astro Concept space center.
Until our next live report,
this is Martina Marx,
saying all systems are go!
- That's what I like to hear. Go, go, go!
(ominous music)
- I'm warning you, JJ, I'll
have you fired for this!
- [JJ] Don't make me laugh, Tori.
You're in this up to
your implanted eyelashes
and you know it.
- [Tori] JJ, have you
gone completely crazy?
- [JJ] That all depends
on whether or not we get away with it.
- [Tori] We? Don't drag me into this!
I won't help you, JJ, I won't!
- [JJ] We don't have time, Tori.
- [Tori] Look at this place!
- You know, you really ought to visit
one of your own companies now and again.
Marley was reaching for this.
Which means he's hidden our little secret
in one of these tanks. (laughs)
My guess is this one.
There it is.
- I still can't believe you
just sh*t him, and Merritt.
- Well, we still have
to deal with Merritt,
but first things first.
- I mean, at least with Dixon,
he tried to blow me up.
- Dixon couldn't blow up a balloon.
- What?
- The timing of that b*mb
was precise, my dear.
You were in no danger.
- JJ, do you have any sense
at all of what you've done?
- I've destroyed the people
who were trying to destroy
us, is that so wrong?
We couldn't let them get
ahold of this, could we?
(machinery whirring)
- I will take that.
(g*n cocks)
- Oh, I don't think so.
(machinery beeping)
(g*n fires)
- There's no escape, Biddle.
- Well, you're a little overconfident,
aren't you, metal guts?
Come on, put the w*apon away.
I said put it away. Now!
(machinery whirring)
You see that?
Your champion's so decent,
he won't risk your life.
He won't sh**t, but I will.
- JJ, please!
Don't be an idiot, you can't hurt him!
- Well, not in the obvious way.
(g*n fires)
(gas hissing)
(tense music)
Well, look at it. Frozen stiff.
- Oh my god!
- Stop!
Don't touch him, Tori!
- But we have to do something!
- Oh, we will.
We're gonna make some ice cubes.
- No! You leave him alone!
- Tori! Tori!
- Leave him alone!
(Tory and JJ grunting)
- Tori!
(ice cracking)
Tori!
You stupid fool!
When you think of all I've done for you!
- [Tori] Yourself, you mean.
- No, for you.
It's a shame you turned out to be so weak.
(ice cracking)
(JJ shouts)
- Now, let's start again.
- Robocop!
- Well, that's a pretty picture.
Beauty and the beast.
- You are under arrest.
- Now that's a hard
proposition for me to accept.
- No!
(glass shattering)
- No! No! No!
(JJ screaming)
(machinery beeping)
(Tori gasps)
(ice cracking)
- What happened?
- He went to pieces.
- And we're down to crunch time.
Five minutes and counting
before the OCP space tram
blasts off into history.
Stay with us as we report live
from the launch of the OCP-
(static hisses)
- What's going on?
Tori, how did you break into Metronet?
- Robocop did something with
his spike, I don't know.
Listen to me, Mr. Chairman,
you have got to abort the launch, now.
- Abort?
I mean, are you out of your mind?
Do you know what the
space tram means to OCP?
Do you know what it will mean
when it blows up in
space 10 hours from now?
- Blows up in space?
Tori, what are you talking about?
- The Cryo-Fuel, it's unstable.
The details are all on this disc,
Eric Marley concealed
them under my orders.
- I don't believe it. You assured me!
- I lied.
- But why?
- What are we, kids here? I
was trying to make a buck!
- It's the chairman!
Get me master control!
I know they've started the countdown,
that's why I'm calling!
- Look, I'm sorry, okay?
- There's more fallout from
the last second postponement
of the OCP space tram launch.
- That's right, Rocky.
With Cryonautics' stock plummeting,
Tori Tolan has announced
plans that the company
will be turned back to
its founder, Owen Merritt,
to salvage what he can.
- As for Miss Tolan's own plans.
- Well, the material world is a wasteland.
In order to find true inner peace,
I've decided I need to
seek out my higher self.
That's why I've decided
to join Swamy Surby
at the Himalayan health and beauty spa.
Have a nice day.
- I just don't think she quite gets it.
- These things take time.
- Yeah, well I still think
she could use a little...
I know, I know, don't say it.
Let's go, Murphy.
Somewhere a crime is happening.
(triumphant music)
(machinery whirring)
(triumphant music)