(mysterious music)
- He's looking okay, boss.
- One can't be too careful, Slob.
Rad, sh**t me.
- Hey!
You're all fuzzy, boss.
(Vlad chuckles)
- Spyguard.
Scrambles electric
surveillance for hundred yards.
On sale, from Security Concepts.
I love this country.
Nadia.
Keep those beautiful
eyes open for trouble.
- Anything you say, Vlad, darling.
(dramatic music)
(men speaking in foreign language)
- Rad, check the stuff.
(tense music)
- Pure beluga.
(Vlad speaks in foreign language)
- Hey, what's going on here?
You're the captain?
- Nope, Captain's busted.
And so are you, Molotov.
(Parks whistles)
(men chattering)
(car beeps)
(dramatic music)
Smuggling Russian caviar
is a federal offense,
and we got you on video.
You're going away for a long time.
- You think so, cop?
- Damn it!
I knew it.
We got a problem, Sarge,
he's wearing a Spyguard.
(Vlad chuckles)
- You see, Sergeant.
You got no evidence.
Might as well let me walk right now.
- Wrong.
I saw it all, and I will testify.
They're gonna throw the
book at you, Stitch.
- Don't call me Stitch!
(machine beeps)
(expl*si*n booms)
(men yelling)
(intense music)
(siren blares)
(expl*si*n booms)
- Surrender, Molotov.
This could be easy or hard.
(g*n fires)
Hard it is.
(g*ns f*ring)
- Run that robot down!
- Sure, why not?
(tires screech)
(dramatic music)
(car explodes)
(Vlad groans)
- Dead end, Stitch.
- Don't call me Stitch!
(dramatic music)
- Vladimir "Stitch" Molotov,
reputed crime czar of the Russian
underworld in Old Detroit,
was arraigned this
morning in federal court
on charges of smuggling 80,000 kilos
of illegal Russian caviar,
with an estimated street
value of 800 million dollars.
- That's a terrible picture, darling.
- That's right, Bo.
Here we get a look at the largest haul
of banned fish eggs nabbed by police
since Congress enacted
the Trade Wars Measures
Act against Russia.
Sergeant Stan Parks,
the arresting officer,
is expected to be a key witness
in Molotov's upcoming preliminary hearing.
- Up next, Mexico cracks
down on illegal workers
from Los Angeles.
- This Sergeant Parks is big trouble.
If he testifies, I'm borscht.
- You're wanting us to k*ll him?
- Keep him from talking.
(Slob chuckles)
- I am surrounded by idiots.
I mean you!
If Parks is k*lled, who do you think
the cops will be after?
Me!
I have enough trouble without
a m*rder rap on my head.
We must be subtle.
Use Parks' own weakness against him.
Strike at his Achilles' heel.
- You're wanting us to break his leg?
- No, no, no breaking, no k*lling.
All I want you to do is to find her.
- [Nadia] That's an adorable child.
- And useful.
Once I have her,
I will have Sergeant
Parks where he belongs.
In my pocket.
(dramatic music)
(loud bang)
- [Doctor] Go ahead and
shore up the flat-line,
then let's quit.
- [Nurse] Okay, everybody clear!
- Officer Alex Murphy sh*t
to death in the line of duty.
- [Man] Legally, he's dead.
We can pretty much do what we want.
- There's a new guy in town.
His name's RoboCop.
(dramatic theme music)
- Murphy, it is you.
(expl*si*n booms)
(g*n fires)
- Wow!
(g*n fires)
- [Announcer] Mother's Day
is just around the corner.
And at this time of giving,
show mom how much you love her,
and charge it to your OCP credit card.
- I really hate Mother's Day.
- How come?
What's wrong, Gadge?
- I don't know.
This time of year always makes me think
of my own mom.
I keep wondering where
she is, even who she is.
- Do you know anything about her?
- I was real little when she
left me at family services.
- Well, how about a name?
- I don't even know my name.
Gadge is just what the family
services computer assigned me.
I think it's a glitch.
- Family services must
know something better.
- I've asked them.
They won't even show me their file.
They act like it's a big secret.
- I bet I can find something out.
- Oh, Jimmy, do you mean it?
Will you really help me find my mom?
- Yeah.
It'll be my Mother's Day present to you.
Now I'm gonna go get that perfume
and I'll be back in a minute.
(ominous music)
- Remember, the boss said no rough stuff.
Keep it friendly.
- Friendly.
Friendly.
(ominous music)
- How you doin', kid?
- Who are you?
- We are friendly.
(Slob chuckles)
- You guys watch it, I know karate.
- Funny.
A funny kid.
Let me show you something really funny.
You're gonna come with
us, nice and friendly.
Let's go.
(Rad groans)
(dramatic music)
- Come on, let's get her!
- Excuse me, miss!
My friend's in trouble, call the police.
Tell them it's a code three.
Fast!
- [Woman] What happened?
(dramatic music)
(Gadget screams)
(Slob chuckles)
- Let go of me!
Let me go!
(Slob chuckles)
- What the...
- Let's go!
(dramatic music)
(tires screech)
(Slob laughs)
- [Slob] Now two little babies.
(Slob chuckles)
- I'm through being friendly.
(Slob laughs)
(siren blares)
- [Gadget] Robo!
- Touch those children and
you'll answer to me, creeps.
- Car.
- Run, quick!
Hurry, quickly!
Get in the car, drive fast!
(dramatic music)
(engine revs)
- It's not fair!
- I'm sorry, but when
you're not in school,
you don't go anywhere without
me or another officer.
- But I didn't do anything wrong.
Why are you grounding me?
- Hey, hey, Gadge, you're not grounded.
It's just that I don't wanna
see anything happen to you.
- Because of those guys at the mall?
- You're just gonna have to trust me.
It's for your own good, Gadge.
- That's what grownups always say
when stuff is not fair.
(woman laughs)
- Drink up.
Na Zdorovie.
- Yeah.
Nosetroph to you too.
(man coughs)
- It's smooth.
- Smooth.
- Nadia tells me you
work for Puttface Morgan.
- We're like his two right hands.
- Only we've been on our own
since he got sent up to
that Henry Ford joint.
- I am shorthanded.
The cops are watching
my g*ng night and day.
- But the police won't be
watching outsiders, like you.
- The thing is, we don't come cheap.
- I will pay you $25,000.
Each.
- 25 grand?
- Mm.
- Each?
You've got a deal, Mr. Molotov.
- I will send Nadia along to help you.
She will obey you as she does me.
Won't you my, dear?
(Vlad speaks in Russian)
(Nadia speaks in Russian)
- Well, okay.
Um, just as long as she knows who's boss.
- Don't worry.
I know.
(Nadia chuckles)
(somber music)
- [Jimmy] Okay.
We're in Family Services.
- See?
What'd I tell you?
- We're not b*at yet.
- What's that?
- Security buster program.
Some nerd sells them at school.
(machine beeps)
- Wow.
- Okay.
Let's find your mom.
- Sally Modesto.
That's a nice name.
- Let's see what else they got.
Bummer!
They b*at us.
- Rats, they can't do that!
I'm not giving up now.
- Where you goin'?
- To Family Services.
At least I know my mom's name.
That's a start.
- I thought Sergeant Parks said
you couldn't leave Metro South.
- He doesn't have to know.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
- [Man] This is gonna be the easiest
50 grand we've ever made!
- [Woman] Hey, big boy.
- [Man] Slow down, don't rattle 'em.
- [Man] Need a ride, sister?
(man whistles)
- When she comes out, we'll grab her.
(man chuckles)
- A brilliant plan, I'm impressed.
- Like we said, Stitch hired the best.
- [Woman] Welcome to
Omni Adoption Services.
Please do not attempt
to speak to the staff.
Department OTP, report...
(Gadget knocks)
- Hello?
- Go away, I'm not in.
- But you're here.
- That doesn't mean I'm in.
- When will you be in?
- When I'm done entering these
parental geographic dietary
response statistics.
Try me in July.
- Please, I'm adopted.
I want to find my mom.
Can't you help me?
(man laughs)
- Help?
I'm not paid to help people.
If I helped everyone who came in here,
I'd never get any work done.
- Her mom's name is Sally Modesto.
We just want to know where she lives.
- Information about the
birth parents of adoptees
is sealed for your protection.
We can't have people pestering children
just because they happened
to give birth to them.
- But I just want to wish
her a happy Mother's Day.
- I'm touched.
Look.
The only way you can
possibly see your mother
is if you file an 11-XHT application
for permanent reunion with
your biological parental unit.
- But what about Sergeant Parks?
He adopted me.
I just can't leave him.
- Well, then you're what we call triple O.
- Out of options.
(man chuckles)
(dramatic music)
- We don't need him.
We can find your mom on our own.
- No, Jimmy.
- But Gadge...
- What he said made me
think about the Sarge.
I don't want to hurt him.
Besides, how would he
get along without me?
- Let's go make 50 big ones!
(tires screeching)
- I'm dead.
- Is every cop in Detroit
protecting that kid?
Sheesh!
- Gadge.
What's going on with you?
Why'd you run out of Metro
South without telling me?
You know I told you not to do that!
- But Sarge!
- But no buts!
What are you doing here anyway?
- I was looking for a friend.
How'd you know I was here?
- I was hoping I wouldn't
have to use this thing.
- You put a tagger on me?
- We'll talk about it at the station.
Get in the cruiser.
Go on!
Robo, would you give Jimmy a lift home?
- Yes.
- Sergeant Parks, it was partly my fault.
Don't be so hard on Gadget.
- Let's roll, Jimmy.
(melancholic music)
- Kids.
They'll drive you crazy.
- They can be trouble.
But they're worth it.
(melancholic music)
(engines rev)
- I don't know.
This could be tougher than we figured.
- We just gotta use our heads.
- How are you going to do that?
- Well...
Let's go find out what she was doing
in that family services place.
- Oh, yeah, that's a good idea.
- Do I have to get your
permission to do everything?
Don't you trust me?
- How can I when you
sneak off behind my back?
- Don't I get to live my own life?
You think you can boss me around
like you do everybody here.
- Oh, come on, Gadget!
I'm just trying to be a good parent.
- Well, you're not my real parent,
and I took care of myself
before you adopted me,
so I don't need you telling me
what to do all the time.
- Seems we both got some thinking to do.
Let me know when you decide
to play straight with me, all right?
- You again!
- If I wanted to get one
of those 11 dash things,
do I have to get anybody's
permission or anything?
- It's completely up to you.
- Okay.
I want to live with my mom.
Can you find her for me
if I make out this thing?
- Say yes.
- Hello, are you there?
- Yes!
I mean, yes.
I'll take care of everything for you.
Buh-bye.
- Now, cough up the file on
that brat and the mother,
and make it quick.
Or they'll be calling you lefty.
(man chuckles)
(siren blares)
- Settle down, settle down.
You can call your lawyers
after you've been booked.
Do you understand?
No, they don't.
- Sarge!
- Later, Gadge.
- But Sarge!
- Later!
- Got another one from the
Molotov g*n raid, Sarge.
- You don't have to bring
them in personally, Madigan.
- [Madigan] More like purposeful, Sarge.
Hey, I'll be glad when
Molotov goes to trial,
we can get back to what
passes for normal around here.
- Sergeant Parks?
- It's about time!
We're up to our keisters in perps
who either can't or won't speak English.
- I beg your pardon?
- Oh, I'm sorry, ma'am.
I thought you were a translator
from the DA's office.
- I should say not.
Phyllis Leachman, Family Services.
I'm acting on the 11-XHT that was filed
requesting us to reunite
your adopted daughter
with her biological mother.
- What?
Who made the request?
- Oh, why Sergeant, only one
person can file an 11-XHT.
The child herself.
(dramatic music)
Family Services discourages
a child's biological parents
from making contact with them
after they've been adopted.
However, if they are dissatisfied
with the present home,
he or she has the right to file an 11-XHT,
requesting to be reunited
with the natural parent,
as is Gertrude's case.
- Who's Gertrude?
- Why, that's your real name, dear.
In fact, you'll be so happy
to know, we found your mother.
She's on her way here right now,
she just can't wait to meet you!
- Wait, wait, wait, now
hold on here a minute.
Don't I have any say in this?
(Phyllis laughs)
- Oh, Sergeant, of course not.
Once an 11-XHT has been filed,
the rights of the biological parent
always take precedence
over an adopted one.
- I would like to have a talk with Gadget
if you don't mind.
Alone.
- Please?
- All right.
I'll be right outside.
- Are you mad at me?
- No, I'm not mad at you.
I am surprised.
Are you sure this is what you want, honey?
- I've always dreamed of
finding my real mom someday,
but I didn't know it meant leaving you.
What should I do?
- Gadget, I think that's a
decision only you can make.
(somber music)
- I really like living with Sarge,
but he works so hard running Metro South
and taking care of me.
Maybe he'd be better
off if he wasn't worried
about me all the time.
- No.
You are like family to him.
- But what about my mom?
She's my real family.
- It is a difficult decision.
You must follow your heart.
- What do you think, Charlie?
- Oh, no, I never get involved
in other people's family problems,
I've got enough of my own.
My mother wants me to buy a wall sized TV
so she can watch Life of
Love without her glasses.
(Ben chuckles)
- Gadget.
There's someone here to see you.
- Gert.
- You're my mom.
- Oh, Gert.
It's a miracle!
Oh, I thought I lost you forever.
Can you ever forgive me?
- It's okay, Mom, don't cry.
- I'm sorry.
It's just, a couple of years after
I gave you up for adoption,
I knew it was a mistake.
I tried to find you at Family Services...
But I never gave up hope.
And now here you are, my baby.
- This is the best part of my job.
- Mom.
That's my friend Charlie.
- Hi.
- That's RoboCop.
- I'm pleased to meet you.
- Come on!
I want everyone to meet you.
- Excuse us.
- Doesn't it just warm your heart?
- So, what happens now?
- When Miss Modesto was notified
that her daughter was looking for her,
she immediately filed for legal custody.
If the child agrees,
her request will be
approved within 24 hours.
- Just like that?
- Trust me, Sergeant.
It's best if it's done quickly.
(melancholic music)
- Ah, poor guy.
Imagine losing your
whole family overnight.
It must be tough.
(melancholic music)
- Yes.
It is.
(dramatic music)
- There it is.
Home sweet home.
- Wow.
- Come on, I'll give you the grand tour.
- This is a huge place.
- [Jimmy] It must've cost a fortune.
- I got a good deal.
Okay.
- [AI] Incorrect.
Please try again.
- I can never remember this darn code.
- [AI] Incorrect.
Please try again.
- It's just RoboCop.
Sarge probably told him to follow me.
He gets really protective.
- [Sally] There we go.
Come on, Gert.
(dramatic music)
- Boy, everything looks brand new.
- Come on, Gert, I'll show you your room.
- I'll get my own room?
- Of course you will, sweetheart,
I did it up last night after
Family Services called me.
I want you to feel right at home here.
- Wow!
Look at this, Jimmy.
- Who wants fresh baked cookies?
- Me, please.
- Yeah, great.
- I think I'm gonna like it here.
- Why does she call you Gert?
- That's my real name.
Gertrude.
- I like Gadget better.
- Yeah.
Me too.
(dramatic music)
- You have custody of the girl?
- Tomorrow.
But there's a problem.
We're being followed, by RoboCop.
- Get rid of him.
- Our deal didn't say nothing about
getting in trouble with the cops.
- You agreed to get custody
of the girl no matter what.
You better live up to
your end of our deal,
or you may not live.
Period!
(dramatic music)
(melancholic music)
- Oh, Silver Lake.
Yeah.
I taught you how to fish,
and you caught the biggest one.
- Can I have this?
- Yeah, sure.
- It's not fair.
Why can't I still see
you and live with my mom?
- Hey.
Because that's how the law works, honey.
- And a good citizen always
obeys the law, right?
I love you, Sarge!
(somber piano music)
- I love you too, honey.
- Hi.
- Hey, come on now.
We can't have your mom
seeing you like this.
No way.
Come on.
There you go.
Now that's better.
Okay.
Here we go.
- Hi.
I know this must be hard.
Thank you for being so understanding.
- No, it's the right thing.
You know, seeing you two together,
the resemblance is so strong.
Same eyes, hair...
You take good care of each other.
- Come on, Gert.
Let's go home.
(melancholic music)
- Well, come on people, we got work to do.
(melancholic music)
- [Woman] Department C2D,
report to the Statistics Office.
Department...
- Oh!
Dear.
- I want to ask you some questions.
- Whatever it is, I can't help.
I never help anyone.
Go away.
- You helped a young girl find her mother.
Sally Modesto.
- Modesto?
Doesn't ring a bell.
- [RoboCop] What happened to your arm?
- I fell.
Dancing.
- Did someone injure you?
- Ridiculous!
Who would possibly do
something so horribly painful?
- You tell me.
- They gave me no choice!
They said they'd break my other arm
if I didn't change Sally Modesto's
personal history file.
- What happened to the real file?
- They told me to erase
it, but I couldn't.
I could lose my job.
So I hid it.
(melancholic music)
(machine beeps)
- Happy Mother's Day.
You have her?
- Safe and sound.
Those two hoods of yours just drove up.
What's going on?
- You and the girl are
going to be my guests
for a few days.
- [Sally] That wasn't our deal!
- I'm changing the deal.
- [Gadget] Who's that?
- That was my boss.
(doorbell rings)
- I'll get it!
- No!
- What's wrong?
You look scared.
- We're going out the back.
- You going somewhere?
- Bad move, Sally.
The boss ain't gonna like this.
(dramatic music)
- Let's move, kid!
- Come on, move along!
Get the lead out or I'll put the lead in.
- Why don't you behave yourself?
- There you are!
Nice and comfy.
- Now be a good little kid, all right?
Ow!
Rotten little...
I don't understand kids these days!
- Come on!
- [Man] This guy's being a fool.
- Gert, honey, I-
- Don't call me that.
My name's Gadget.
I hate Gertrude.
You've been lying to me, haven't you?
You've been lying to me about everything.
- I'm sorry, I-
- I bet you're not even my mom, are you?
- No.
No, I'm not.
(dramatic music)
- Murphy was right.
I checked the aliases under Modesto
from the real personal history
files at Family Services.
Sally Modesto.
Alias, Sally Reseda,
Sally Fargo, Sally Fields.
Cute.
Numbers, narcotics, con games.
This lady's not only a fake, she's a pro.
And take a look at the
cross-file connection
under known associations.
- Molotov.
We've been set up!
- [Woman] Sergeant Parks,
there's a scramble call for you
on line four.
We're trying to break
through and trace it.
- Put it through.
- [Vlad] Sergeant Parks.
You don't look as smug as you did
the last time I saw you.
- I'm only asking this once, Molotov.
Where's my daughter?
- [Vlad] I want you to know I
had nothing to do with this.
But, I may know a way to
find your little girl,
if you're willing to make a deal.
- Spit it out, Molotov!
- Say, for instance,
you agree not to testify
against me in court,
there's a good chance
you'll see Gert again.
If you testify, well, the choice is yours.
If you testify, well, the choice is yours.
There's a old saying in
my country, Sergeant.
You either bend or you break.
Don't make me break you.
- Murphy, did you copy?
That's all we got, we
couldn't trace the call.
- Standby.
Diana, I need your help.
(man grunts)
- Well!
I see the merchandise is in one piece.
Nice work, fellas.
- I know you.
You're Stitch Molotov.
- Don't call me Stitch!
(Vlad chuckles)
Call me Uncle Vlad.
- I never should've trusted you.
- I spent a lot of money to drag you
out of the gutter for this charade.
I expect return on my investment.
Make sure they don't leave here
until after the trial.
- Get the door.
- All right.
- Do you really work for Stitch Molotov?
- Sometimes I run numbers for him.
When you're down and out in Old Detroit,
you do what you have to.
I only went along with
it 'cause Molotov said
nobody would get hurt.
- I guess it's stupid to even think
my mom knows I exist, or cares.
- Kid, whoever your mom is,
she'd be proud to have
a daughter like you.
I know I would.
- Those men aren't ever
gonna let us leave, are they?
(dramatic music)
- Don't worry.
I got you into this, I'll get you out.
- Hey, Mr. Molotov.
What about our money?
- Oh, yes, of course.
You boys earned every cent of it.
Nadia has it out in the car.
(Vlad speaks in Russian)
- Of course.
- Thanks, Mr. Molotov.
It's nice doing business
with a real gentleman.
(man chuckles)
- Yeah, you Russians k*ll me.
- Come on, boys.
(g*n fires)
(dramatic music)
- k*ll the girl and the woman!
(dramatic music)
(tires screeching)
Would you like to bend or break?
- Where is the woman?
(dramatic music)
(Nadia speaks in Russian)
I will k*ll you, you traitor!
(dramatic music)
- Prepare to be recycled, robot!
(Vlad screams)
(dramatic music)
Damn cheap American forklift.
- This is grand, this is all your fault!
- Don't you kick me, it's not my fault!
It's your fault!
- Everything's clear, we
have secured the area,
we're moving out now.
(Sergeant Parks chuckles)
- Sarge, I'm sorry.
I never want to leave you ever again.
- It's okay.
It's over, honey.
- Sally's not really bad, Sarge.
She saved my life.
- Well, if that's true,
I'll speak to the DA on
your behalf, Miss Modesto.
- You'd do that?
Even after I lied about
being Gadget's mother?
- Robo, do me a favor.
Take Gadget to the cruiser, will you?
- Let's go, little one.
- I compared a sample of
your hair with Gadget's.
DNA tests don't lie, Miss Modesto,
you are Gadget's mother.
- Please, don't tell her.
- How'd you get hooked up with Molotov?
- He said he'd fix things
so I could bring up my little girl right.
Give her the kind of life she deserves.
I guess I wanted it so badly,
I maybe even believed it.
- She should know the truth.
- Some day, when we're both ready.
Please.
It's for her own good.
- That's what grownups always say about
things that are unfair.
Come on, let's go.
- See you around, kid.
(lighthearted music)
- RoboCop.
Murphy.
Thanks.
- Take good care of each other.
You are a family.
(lighthearted music)
(catchy rock music)
♪ In the heart of the darkness ♪
♪ A light still burns ♪
♪ Takes you back there
to a memory of hope ♪
♪ In the heart of the
darkness, she's still there ♪
♪ She's always holding
on to what you share ♪
♪ Is anybody out there
gonna take your hand ♪
♪ Hold you close, 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 ♪
♪ There's a future to this life ♪