(upbeat Latin guitar music)
(crowd cheering)
(engine humming)
(hinges squeaking)
- [Man] Come on, come on, let's go.
(tense music)
Throw that big one down here.
(chattering in Spanish)
All right, peanuts.
(partiers whooping)
(brakes squeaking)
(lookout whistling loudly)
Come on, get your g*n!
(machine g*n f*ring rapidly)
(thrilling action music)
- [RoboCop] Freeze, vermin.
This is a bust.
(partiers shouting)
- Go, go, go.
(b*ll*ts ricocheting)
(bazooka f*ring)
(bricks clattering)
- You missed.
(servos whirring)
My turn.
(projectile whistling)
(man shouting)
(henchmen chattering)
- [Cop] Freeze! Hands up, hands up!
I said freeze.
- One more load, then we'll
hit the streets. Nice work.
- My pleasure, Sergeant.
- Get him outta here.
- So, hey boss, what are
you doing to me, man?
I'm down at the warehouse.
I'm doing my job.
These have a line on your shipment
like maybe you got a rat
inside of something, you know?
- And maybe that rat is you, huh?
(guffawing) Let me tell you something.
My friend, I am a poor simple businessman
trying to make his way in an alien land.
I need to have the respect
of the people who depend
on Reggie Braga for their hardware.
- Man, I know you long time, Reggie.
I didn't mouth to no cops, I swear.
I'm just a lookout.
- Okay, look out for this.
- What? Hey, hey, I
didn't do nothing, man.
It wasn't me. Come on Reggie.
You want to scare me? It worked.
Joke's over, man. This
ain't funny no more.
- Reggie Braga has two rules
for staying in business.
First, always have someone to blame.
- [Magician] And the second?
(lookout screaming)
- Always punish your enemies.
(walnut cracking)
(door banging)
- [Doctor] Go ahead and shock
the flatline, then let's quit.
- [Nurse] Okay, everybody, clear!
(door banging)
- Officer Alex Murphy sh*t
to death in the line of duty.
(door banging)
- [Scientist] Legally he's dead.
We can pretty much do what we want.
(door banging)
- [Newscaster] There's a new guy in town.
His name is RoboCop.
(triumphant music)
- Murphy, it is you.
(car exploding)
(drill whirring)
(electricity crackling)
(grenade exploding)
- Wow.
(grenade exploding)
(g*n f*ring)
(triumphant action music continues)
(tense action music)
- [Announcer] Give us three minutes
and we'll give you the world.
This is Media Break.
What's Bo Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.
- The stories we're watching at this hour,
the President and First Gentlemen
embark on a Goodwill tour of Brooklyn.
- Meteors bombard Southern California.
- And cross-dressers demand
their own national day.
- Here at home, Rocky,
police led by RoboCop
seized another cache of illegal weapons
from a Carioca town warehouse
owned by reputed underworld
boss, Reggie Braga.
Mr. Braga denied any
knowledge of the weapons,
although it was the ninth raid
on his property this month.
- I am a poor, simple immigrant
trying to make his way in an alien land.
Underworld, what's that?
I'm in the nut business. (chewing loudly)
- Up next, new medical reports
say French fries are
essential to your health.
- Where is he?
I hire a guy, I expect him to be here.
(electronic chirping)
- [Parks] Wait, freeze it right there.
I want to Madigan to see this.
- Okay, word on the
street is Reggie Braga's
blaming everyone but his
grandmother for his lost shipments.
Is that recorded from a V phone?
I didn't know you could access
a V phone for surveillance?
- Murphy has got a friend
at the phone company.
- I cannot reveal my source.
- Say no more.
- Watch this, the best
is yet to come, Murph.
(servos whirring)
(lighting crashing)
- Hey, Magician, you can't walk
into a room like everybody else?
(Magician chuckles evilly)
What the hell are you doing for me?
I hire the best in the
business. I want results.
- [Magician] Ambitious plans take time.
- [Braga] I got no time, the
cops are k*lling me out there.
- In a few days, the OCP is unveiling
the new interceptive for the
law enforcement community.
- [Braga] Which means a
hundred more cops out there.
(servos whirring)
Are you loco?
- I see it as a chance
to make a statement.
- Statements I don't need.
What I need is those people off my back.
There's only one way.
(electricity crackling)
- I agree.
Cut off the head, the body dies.
- Ay, then do it.
- You could even switch to
another phone. I'm impressed.
- I'm importing a couple of
hired g*ns, Schmidt and Wilson.
- [Braga] I got you. Why do I need them?
- I need them no extra charge.
- Okay, I'm counting on you, Magician.
The next shipment is the
big one, the mother lode.
To g*ns and glory. Mine.
(lightning crashing)
- [RoboCop] That's it.
- [Madigan] So who is this Magician?
- An assassin.
- Oh, well that much I got. Cut
off the head, the body dies.
- Yeah, well that means only one thing.
- The chairman of OCP.
- They really think we'll back
off if they hit the chairman?
- It would make that statement.
- Well, let's hit them first.
- For what, the V phone tap?
However Murphy got it, it's inadmissible
and I want Braga's whole operation.
You heard what he said, the
mother lode is on its way.
Madigan, you're the detective,
do an NCIC search on the Magician
and his hired g*ns, Schmidt and Wilson.
- I'm on it.
- Meanwhile, don't let
up on Braga whatsoever.
(servos whirring)
(tense music)
(children clapping)
- All right, here's another one here.
Now, this is a little
trick that was shown to me
by a farmer who had a lot of work
and not enough hands to do with,
so he had to make sure that
he had enough free hands.
(children applauding)
Thank you very much.
(child and magician laughing)
- Got a good audience.
And the tough one.
Children see what is.
They don't look where you want them to,
which after all, is a magician's game.
(paper crumpling)
(children applauding)
Welcome to the Rabbit's Hat.
- I was raised never to
accept gifts from strangers.
- Easily solved.
Adam Roland at your service, madame.
Or is it mademoiselle?
- Detective Madigan, Metro South.
- Ah, well what can I do for you?
Detective Madigan, Metro South.
(children giggling)
- Some information about
magic or magicians,
I'm not really sure.
- Why don't we start
with the demonstration?
- No, no.
- Nico,
soon to be the amazing Nico.
Now pull a card from your deck.
All right, don't show it to us.
Concentrate very, very hard.
I have it. I have it.
I have it right here.
- The queen of hearts.
- [Adam] Nico.
(children applauding)
- Not bad.
- Not bad, that was terrific.
- But it was just a trick.
- Exactly, no practical value whatsoever,
which is why I intend to preserve it.
Well done, Nico. Carry on.
Did you see that smile on Nico's face?
That's what it's about. He's the future.
Here, behold the past.
Thurston.
Blackstone.
Houdini.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Milo, the magnificent.
In some ways, the greatest of them all.
- You really think the
chairman will go for it?
Oh, wow, I mean, go for me?
I mean, I mean, you know what mean.
- He has no choice.
The VP of OCP Security
Concepts has made his decision.
- But that's you.
- Exactly
The launch of the Mark II
Turbo Interceptor is my show
and I need you.
- I've been reading up like you told me.
- You'll be fine.
Thank you, Andy. That means so much.
- Of course it does.
- He's expecting me. Us.
- Mr. Chairman, I'd like
you to meet Tish Collier.
- What? Oh not now, Foster.
- So I'm to be a target, am I?
- [Parks] I suggest you
cancel your appearance
at the interceptor launch.
- What? That is out of the
question, isn't it, sir?
- Of course it is. My God,
security is our business.
If we can't deal with
this, what good are we?
- Excellent point, sir.
Do I take it there's
been some kind of thr*at?
Why wasn't I informed, Sergeant?
- Security Concepts memo 646.
The victim is to be notified directly
of any thr*at to his life or property.
- Memo. Whose memo was that?
- Yours.
Maybe you missed it.
- I do not miss-
- Never mind, Foster.
Let's leave this to the people
who know what they're doing.
- What sir, I am-
- Hey, what's going on?
- Not how, Ms. Collier.
- All right, this is what we've got.
(TV turning on)
There are three potential assassins.
One is the planner, calls
himself the Magician.
He's hired a hit team, Schmidt and Wilson.
They're the ones we've
got to concentrate on.
(door unlocking)
- Welcome.
This room has been reserved
especially for you.
The contents have been
sanitized and inspected.
Missing or damaged items
will be added to your bill.
(chuckling) Checkout or-
- [Wilson] What a dump.
- [Schmidt] You kidding?
There's a condom machine in the bathroom.
So where's the stuff?
- [Wilson] The Magician
said it's under the bed.
Let's take a look.
= There it is.
- [Concierge] Free gum,
ice and mix are available
in the lobby.
(tense music)
- [Schmidt] Nice. The
Magician thinks of everything.
- Yeah, what a guy.
So, just who do we have to hit?
- Top drawer, taped to the bottom.
- Wow.
- (whistling) We gotta
raise our rates, sweetheart.
(both laughing)
(trigger clicking)
(both laughing more intensely)
- [RoboCop] Book these felons.
Possession of illegal firearms
- That source of yours just
never dries up, does it?
- Sources of information,
powers of observation,
two requisites of a good cop.
(servos whirring)
(steps thumping)
- Amen to that.
Madigan, any luck with our assassins?
- Oh, okay.
Schmidt and Wilson are linked
to a dozen contract hits.
NCIC's got no photos, no prints.
And they think one of them is a woman.
- They think?
What about the Magician?
Well, I turned up this
guy, Adam Roland, right?
He's a real magician
or so he said and, um-
- Madigan, was he any help?
- Well, he's got this old poster
of an illusionist named Milo Solvera.
Called himself Milo The Magnificent,
worked right here in Detroit.
- That's fascinating Madigan, but-
- But in the costume, that's a dead ringer
for the same guy we saw at Reggie Braga's.
- Get him in here.
- That's the kicker.
Solvera went down and a
jumpliner crash 16 years ago.
- You got all this from
what's his name, Roland?
- Yep. Then squeeze him.
We're running out of time.
- Oh, Sarge, come on.
I mean, this guy, he's a magician.
I don't think that he's gonna-
- Let me guess.
- Recognize this?
(chuckling) You were so
interested in Milo Solvera,
I remembered after you left
I had a replica of one of his costumes.
Thought I had the mask too, but
could you use this?
- Yeah, that's great. Thanks.
Actually, I wanna talk
to you about Solvera.
- How about tonight?
- Tonight?
- Yeah, I was thinking, you
know, if you weren't busy
we could maybe
have dinner (clearing throat)
and then we could talk.
- Are you asking me out?
- I guess I am. What do you say?
- Where?
- Name it.
- Do you know Antonio's Bistro?
- (chuckling) That's my favorite place.
- Okay, I'll meet you there.
- Great. (laughs) Antonio's, it's great.
Oh, what time are you off?
- Eight o'clock.
- Great.
- What? What?
(cops laughing)
(door banging)
(lock beeping)
- You see that man?
It's like a vault in here.
That door is so strong. State-of-the-art.
- Hey, Joey, that's good.
You're positive the a*mo is safe?
- RoboCop himself couldn't
blast his way in here.
Believe it, man.
(g*n f*ring rapidly)
(man exclaiming)
- Thank you for dropping in.
- Joey, speak to me!
Joey!
- The problem today is
that we know too much.
Everything's got an explanation.
I prefer wonder, illusion.
Thanks. Take this check for instance.
Our sumptuous dinner reduced
to a few sordid numbers
on a piece of paper.
Now wouldn't it be great
if we could just make it
disappear?
- I can see how magic could come in handy.
- You have no idea.
- I think I do.
So tell me about Solvera
The poster showed him with a boy.
Was that his son?
- Mm-hmm. Jamie I think his name was.
He was a strange kid.
He was part of the act.
He was good too, I saw them.
- What do you mean strange?
- I don't know.
Different from me, I guess,
but then again I was just this kid
from the downtown orphanage
with an Analco Family Services.
What did I know?
- Where is Jamie now?
- d*ed with his father.
- That's too bad.
- Another avenue of
investigation foreclosed?
It must be serious.
- It is, and I really have to go,
so why don't we split the tab?
- If I can find it.
- You left sleeve.
(Madigan chuckles)
I'm a cop.
- Seems to me that a cop,
more than most people
could use a little bit of
harmless magic in her life.
- Why is that? Because it's
so tough and gritty out there?
- Yeah, something like that.
I mean don't you ever
just want to, you know,
cut loose, get away?
- Sure, sometimes, but I resist it.
There's too much to do.
- Hm.
(romantic theme plays)
- Anything else?
- Just this.
(kiss smacking)
You saw that coming.
- A mile away.
(fist knocking)
- The chest armor is
carboceramic laminate,
titanium reinforced.
Beneath it is an array of
micro sensory circuits.
You can check the manual for the specs.
- I will. I definitely will.
- Of course.
It's all very complicated,
but it does the job,
right Lippincott?
- Well, you could say that.
- You getting all this?
- Yes.
(servos whirring)
Oh, yes.
- When you're one-on-one
with those police types
at the unveiling of the interceptor,
you're going to have to be
up to speed, as it were.
Okay.
- Thank you so much for your time.
It's been
(sighing) fascinating.
(servos whirring)
- Carry on, Lippincott.
- Sorry to put you through that, Robo.
Mr. Foster insisted.
He seems to think you're some kind
of mindless insensitive, uh-
- Machine?
I'm used to it.
- Yeah. I guess you are.
(servos whirring)
- This is the squad room.
As you can see, Metro South is not
one of our better run precincts.
- It looks busy.
- Chaotic is the word.
I try and help reorganize procedures,
try and make things a
little more civilized,
but of course they resist.
- The precinct performance
record is excellent.
I looked it up.
- (laughs) Pure luck.
- Oh.
- Oh, excuse me.
- My fault. Sorry.
- She's a detective. Can you believe it?
- Really?
- Have a nice time.
- Yes I did, actually.
We talked about Milo the Magnificent.
Did you know that he
used to make his entrance
in a bolt of lightning?
What do you think about that?
- I think Mr. Roland knows
an awful lot about this guy.
- Well, that's the point, isn't it?
Wait a second, Sarge,
what are you getting at?
- This came in for you about
an hour ago from data central.
- A report that Milo Solvera's
14-year-old son was aboard
the jumpliner is unconfirmed.
His body was not among those recovered.
So Jamie Solvera could be alive.
- Seems like it.
- What, you think Adam Roland?
Oh, come on, Sarge. There's no way
He is a source, not a suspect.
- Just remember, Madigan.
The interceptor launch is tomorrow.
(pensive music)
- So Milo Solvera's son
was never on that flight.
- He was on the original passenger list
but his name was crossed off.
They never recovered his body.
- How about that?
- If he is alive, he has
changed his identity.
There's no trace of him
anywhere, I've checked.
- Lisa, what's all this about.
- (sighs) All I can tell
you is there's a bad guy
out there somewhere who is a big fan
of Milo the Magnificent.
- And you think-
- I think I'd better find him.
- You're going? I mean,
a thought that we could-
- This is not a good night for me, okay?
- Okay.
Remember, though, if this
bad guy is into magic,
his game is misdirection.
What you see is definitely
not what you'll get.
- I'll keep that in mind.
Oh, and, uh,
thanks, Adam.
(music builds)
(gentle music)
(music rises triumphantly)
- Hello. Edward Foster, VP, OCP SC.
Any problems here?
- Well, thank you, Ed, I
believe we're all right.
Carl Gillen, Ed.
This is Cheryl Polanski.
We're with the SecuroTech.
- Ah, yes, SecuroTech.
One of our key interceptor suppliers.
Glad you could make it.
- Well, excuse me, won't you?
I'm gonna just mosey on over to the booth
and make sure everything's hunky dory.
- Of course, and thanks
again for your contribution
to the wheels of tomorrow.
- [Carl] Right back at ya, Ed.
(Foster laughs)
- He's a little anxious
about our location here.
He thinks we might be
too close to the dais.
Too close? That's where
everyone wants to be.
The chairman is going to be speaking there
in just a few minutes.
In fact, I'll be making the
introduction personally.
- Well, I'll be looking forward to that.
Bye.
- [Collier] Who's she?
- Huh? Oh, SecuroTech.
Fine outfit.
I never heard of them.
- (scoffs) They only produced
one of the interceptor's
most important components.
The long range audio detection unit.
I'm surprised you didn't know that.
(brochure slapping)
- If these people are as
skilled as you suggest,
this vest isn't gonna do much good.
(servos whirring)
- We must take every
precaution, Mr. Chairman.
The precaution I'm counting on, my boy,
is you.
(servos whirring)
- As you'll soon see,
the Interceptor Mark II
comes with tinted
m*ssile resistant windows
and fire free finish.
And as for muscle, it can give you a zero
to a hundred KPH in only 3.2 seconds.
How's that for head-snapping thrust?
- When do we see it in action?
- Tomorrow, and RoboCop
himself will be here
to put it through its paces.
You're all invited. Thank you.
(attendees applauding)
- Excellent Ms. Collier,
you actually sound like
you know what you're talking about.
- Oh, thank you, Eddie.
You're always such a comfort.
So how's the situation with the,
you know, the chairman?
- Don't. Shh.
(servos whirring)
(RoboCop's footsteps thumping)
- Nice to see you. Really, very nice.
- [Foster] Good evening, sir.
- What's up?
- Now the SecuroTech audio detection unit,
ladies and gentlemen,
is one highly versatile
little bit of business.
It can be positioned virtually
anywhere on the interceptor.
Behind the grill, on the light bar,
even handheld by the officer.
Now, if you'd care to
have a closer look at it,
you go right on ahead.
- What time do you have?
- All right, let's do it.
- Hello, excuse me.
Could you take me to the
main electrical room?
- Sure. Thanks.
- So what's the problem?
- We've got some kind of
electrical problem at our booth,
which is ruining our display.
(tense music)
(door latching)
(knob unscrewing)
- [Cop] Right, now I'll
cover the east entrance.
- Excuse me detective, I'm Tish Collier,
I saw you at Metro South.
- Right, right, is everything okay?
- Well, that's just it. I'm not sure.
- The light just keeps blinking on and off
and the problem doesn't
seem to be in the booth
so I thought it must be here in the main.
(pounding impacts)
(ominous music)
- Ladies and gentlemen,
if I can have your attention, please.
(audience applauding)
Thank you. Thank you.
You are too kind.
It gives me more pleasure than I can say
to introduce to you a man
I have had the good fortune
to know and respect.
More than respect.
The chairman of Omni Consumer Products.
(audience applauding)
(servos whirring)
And with him, the pride
of OCP Security Concepts,
RoboCop.
(servos whirring)
(audience applauding)
(sight beeping)
- We at Omni Consumer Products
are pleased and proud
to welcome you all today
to the unveiling of the next generation
of law enforcement transport,
the Mark II Turbo Interceptor.
(audience applauding)
- You've been a busy girl.
(Wilson grunting)
- Come on, come on.
- It's more important than profit margins.
(grunting impacts)
The wheels of tomorrow!
(crowd exclaiming)
(audience applauding)
(heavy impact)
- Is this them?
- [Man] Security!
(servos whirring)
Security?
(software beeping)
- [Schmidt] Come on.
(ominous music)
(g*n f*ring)
(Schmidt grunting)
(audience shouting)
- Stay where you are.
Everything is under control.
(punch landing)
(switch clicking)
- [Cop] All right, buddy. Get up, get up!
Anybody hurt?
- How about that for a demonstration
of night vision security action.
Let's give all the
performers a great big hand,
what do you say?
(audience applauding)
(office bustling)
- Schmidt and Wilson knows as much
about the Magician as we do.
- And you believe that, huh?
- Yeah, I do. They feel like
they were hung out to dry.
The Magician was supposed to back them up
only he didn't show.
- Yet.
- What do you mean yet?
They had this sh*t at the
chairman and they missed
and it was his last public
appearance this month.
- I know, but-
- But what?
- In a magic show,
what the magician shows you
is what he wants you to see, right?
- But what is really going on
(flames whooshing)
is happening someplace else, right?
Adam showed me that.
Says I got a real knack for it.
- I'm glad police work is so
much fun for you, Madigan,
I really am.
- Thank you, Sarge.
(door slamming)
(program beeping)
Yes
- Adam? Anybody home?
Adam?
- (robotically modulated) Can I help you?
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Stop right there. No. (laughs)
(normally) Did I scare you?
- What do you think?
- I'm sorry, really.
- Where did you get that?
- Oh, I found it stuffed
away in an old trunk.
Amazing, isn't it?
- So the (robotically modulated)
voice box is built in.
It sounds the same no matter
(normally) who's wearing it.
- Exactly. Why?
- Check this out.
(paper crackling)
Take a look at the throat.
What do you notice?
- Notice? What do you mean?
Wait a minute.
- How many kids did Solvera have?
- Just the one.
(triumphant fanfare)
- Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come.
OCP Security Concepts is proud to present
the new Mark II Turbo Interceptor
driven by RoboCop.
(audience applauding)
(steps thumping)
(heroic music)
- I'm on pins and needles.
- I'm pretty upbeat myself.
Congratulations, Collier,
on a job well done.
- Eddie? What's gotten into you?
People can see.
- Who cares.
- Eddie!
(servos whirring)
(Tish panting)
(engine rumbling)
(fire whooshing)
(air whistling)
(brakes squealing)
(expl*si*n echoing)
- [Man] Everybody get back!
Oh my god!
(crowd shouting)
- [Woman] My god!
(barrier crunching)
(dramatic music)
(upbeat Latin guitar music)
- To the mother lode!
And no more RoboCop.
We got the g*ns.
We got the girls.
We got the glory.
(henchmen cheering)
Wake up, boys, it's party time!
(Braga grunting)
And to you, Magician,
you are worth every penny.
- Thank you. (kiss smacking)
- Thank you, Reggie.
As a matter of fact,
the Magician has made
his final appearance.
It's an appropriate way for
him to go out, don't you think?
Terminating the greatest crime fighter
on the face of the planet?
- (laughs) The cops
didn't know what hit them.
They thought we was after the old man,
just like you said they would.
They bought your setup completely.
Please.
To RoboCop.
May he rest in pieces.
(Braga laughing stridently)
(dramatic action music)
(bricks crumbling)
- The party is over.
- What?
(steps thumping)
Take him, boys.
(g*n f*ring)
(servos whirring)
(rapid g*nf*re)
- Enough is enough, Braga.
(servos whirring)
(g*n slamming)
- (exclaiming) You broke my foot, robot!
- You broke the law.
(steps thumping)
(servos whirring)
(Braga shouting)
- [Cop] There we go! Move it!
The party's over, boys.
Come on, creeps. Hands up!
Let's go. Get 'em in the corner.
Come on, move it, move it!
At 'em, vice squad!
(servos whirring)
- So this is the famous Magician.
Alias Jamie Solvera son,
or should I say daughter,
of the late great Milo Solvera.
- How could you possibly have known?
My father kept the secret all his life.
He even altered my birth records.
- But he couldn't alter mother nature.
The picture of you in the
Milo the Magnificent poster
is what did you in.
See, when we looked real close,
we noticed something was
missing: an Adam's apple.
Fourteen-year-old boys
have them, girls don't.
Biology 101.
- That RoboCop, I saw him blow up.
Correction: you thought
you saw him blow up.
- The Interceptor can
operate on autopilot.
I escaped through a hatchway in the ramp.
- I would have noticed that.
- I guess you would have
if your buddy Foster hadn't distracted you
at just the right time.
- In law enforcement, we
call that misdirection.
- Foster, that fool.
- Yeah. Well he sure fooled you.
Did he now?
(lightning crashing)
- Wait, wait. The Magician, where is she?
- She's right over here, Sarge.
(servos whirring)
And now for my next trick.
(wood crashing)
- [Cop] Hey, hold it!
(Magician grunting)
- Now how the hell did you do that?
- Well, it's like I told you, Sarge,
when it comes to the art of magic
I got a knack for this stuff.
(servos whirring)
(sirens wailing)
(brakes squealing)
- I guess I owe that
boyfriend of yours an apology.
- I guess you do.
I'll be glad to pass it along for you.
- What's going on here?
Why wasn't I informed about this?
Who's responsible?
I am in charge here. Do you understand?
I provided the diversion.
None of this would have
happened if it weren't for me.
- We sent word.
- Perhaps Mr. Foster
neglected to read the memo.
- Oh, I don't believe that.
- Neither do I.
Mr. Foster would never do a
thing like that, right Foster?
Foster?
(Foster shouting)
(debris clattering)
- Was it something I said?
(servos whirring)
(steps thumping)
(heroic music swelling)
(grunge rock music)
♪ In the heart of the
darkness a light still burns ♪
♪ It takes you back there
to a memory of her ♪
♪ In the heart of the
darkness she's still there ♪
♪ She's always holding
on to what you shared ♪
♪ Is there anybody out
there gonna take your hand ♪
♪ Hold you close to help you understand ♪
♪ There's a future to this life ♪
♪ And it burns in the night ♪
♪ There's a future to this life ♪
♪ But it's like a sign in the sky ♪
♪ It's a future to this life ♪