01x22 - Midnight Minus One

Episode transcripts for the TV show, "RoboCop". Aired: March 18 – November 26, 1994.*
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01x22 - Midnight Minus One

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(sinister music)
(siren wails)

- You know, too much TV can
be detrimental to your health.

- Yeah? You think so?

- Didn't do him much good.

(chuckling evilly)

(man moans)

(inmates screaming)

(inmates scream and yell)

(hydraulics whirring)

(carrot crunching)

- So, what's up, Doc?

- Ha.

(carrot crunching)

(dramatic music)

- This is Madigan.

Get me Sergeant Parks,
we've got another one.

- [Sergeant] Mallardo told Madigan

there's a break in at Security Concepts.

- Tonight?

- That's what the man told Madigan

and he hasn't been wrong yet.

We're rolling back up.

- [RoboCop] Roger.

(sirens ululating)

- Let's see what the boss is doing.

(menacing music)

- Doesn't he look good?
- Yeah.

- Huh?
- Yeah

- Yeah.

(menacing music)

- Toy department.

(chuckles evilly)

(sirens ululating)

(sinister music)

(door slams open)

It's a fire sale, boys!

Everything goes!

(tense music)

(lift beeps)
(hydraulics whir)

(heavy footsteps thud)

- Careful!

- (clears throat) Uh, boss?

- Yeah?

- I thought you should know,
RoboCop's headin' your way.

- Got it, Shorty.

(heavy footsteps thud)
(tense music)

- Freeze!

You are under arrest!

(sh*ts cracking)

(dramatic music)

(thug yells)
(sh*ts cr*ck)

(metal bar reverberates)

Shake it off.

- Okay, round these jokers up.

Nice work.

- Get 'em all?

(hydraulics beep and whir)

- [RoboCop] Not quite.

(sinister music)

- It's a junk shop in here.

(tense music)
(hydraulics whir)

- Wait here.

(heavy footsteps thud)

Hold it right there, Morgan!

- Hey, Tin Man.

Think you're unstoppable?

Stop this!

(sensor beeping)

- Grenade!

(door clattering)
(alarm beeping)

(expl*si*n booms)

- Murphy?

You all right?

(metallic clatter)
(hydraulics whir)

Murphy!

- I have been better.

- Madigan!
- In here!

- [Sergeant] Is everything okay?

- Yeah, we're fine.

- What happened?

- Murphy took a grenade,
it was Pudface Morgan.

- Murph, isn't this place-
- Yes.

My replacement parts are
resupplied from here.

- What did Morgan have in mind?

Fighting you with your own weapons?

- Well, if he did, he's
dumber than I thought.

Murphy's not unstoppable
because he's well armed,

it's 'cause he's Murphy.

- Come on.

(alarm beeping)

(siren howls)
(manhole cover scrapes)

- [Morgan] Come on, all clear.

- Wow, Boss!

We almost didn't get out of there.

- Yeah, now look at us.

No weapons, no gain!

- Great brains, you pin heads!

Didn't you ever hear about

losing the battle to win the w*r?

- Losing?

- To win?

- What?
- Huh?

- Get in!

(sneaky music)

- Everything in place?

Puddles?

(chuckles)

- Like I was telling
these two dingbats here,

after tonight, OCP and
RoboCop are history.

- Oh, I like the sound of that.

(laughing evilly)

(idiotic cackling)

- [Pud] Let's go!

(tires screech)

(dark music)

(boom)

- [Doctor] Go ahead and shock
the flatline, then let's quit.

- [Doctor] Okay, everybody clear!

- Officer Alex Murphy sh*t
to death in the line of duty.

(sh*t cracks)

- Legally he's dead.

We can pretty much do what we want.

- There's a new guy in town.

His name's RoboCop.

("RoboCop Theme")

- Murphy, it is you.

(detonations boom)

(static zapping)

(sh*ts cracking)

- Wow!

(newsreel music)

- [Announcer] Give us three minutes

and we'll give you the world.

This is Media Break with Bo
Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.

- And our top story: The
president is coming to Delta City

to present the Corporation
of the Year Award

to Omni Consumer Products.

- I'm proud to accept this award

on behalf of everyone at OCP.

And I know we've got to give the president

a great Delta City welcome.

- In other news, Rocky,

the president's national
Get Tough on Crime campaign

got a boost from Detroit's
Metro South precinct.

A string of crime-busting triumphs

was topped last night by the round-up

of the Pudface Morgan g*ng.

Although Morgan himself eluded capture,

it was nice going anyway, Metro South!

- So, you failed to nab Pudface.

- He was a step ahead of us.

- I told you when

and I told you where

the crime would be committed.

I mean, what more can I do?

I am not, after all (laughs)

God.

You did, I trust, inform Warden Pratt

of my public service, didn't you?

Because every thwarted crime, you see,

it earns me parole points.

(laughs)

- Dream on, Mallardo,
you're in maximum security.

Do you know how many points it would take

for you to earn parole?

- Well, let it be a billion!

Let it be a billion billion

because I have the power,

as you, of all people,
should be well aware.

If I just might say
something personal here,

I think that your cynicism is
a really unattractive trait.

It's something you could probably work on.

- Well, I guess cynicism
goes with the territory,

especially since I'm dealing with a source

who plucks his information
from the psychic energy stream.

- Oh, my poor child...

My poor, poor child.

How little you comprehend.

You live in an interactive world

teeming with messages

that your poor blinkered
brain cannot decode

and so, to you, they don't exist.

And yet, to the receptive
mind, they're everywhere.

And, thanks to my innate intellect,

my regimen of physical exercise,

meditation and vegetarianism,

my mind has become,

oh wow, how can I describe it?

A collector lane on the
information superhighway.

- An off-ramp is more like it.

No, I have but to sample the flavor

of the news of the day.

I mean, to pitch my antenna
into the energy stream,

as you so crudely put it,

and then a pattern emerges,

and then it becomes clear.

What is, what will be, I see it.

And it's...

it's...

Well, you have the results
yourself, don't you?

I warned you seven times
of criminal enterprises

and seven times-

- [Madigan] You have
been right on the money.

- So, there's really,
there's really no reason

to doubt my word, is there?

When I tune my brain
into the power network

I always, always find a plot.

(beeping)

(carrot crunches)

(hydraulics whir)
(inmate shouting)

(heavy footsteps thud)
(inmate laughs crazily)

- Well?

- His degree of truth
is between 70 and 75%.

- You mean he actually
believes this stuff?

- Not entirely.

He is manipulating his stress levels.

- But why, what is he doing?

- Dr. Mallardo is an evil man

and a genius.

He is capable of anything.

(digital ticker beeps)

- Yes, yes!

So, Mr. McGrew, you'll
have our full cooperation.

- It's an honor to work
with the Secret Service

protecting our president

and indeed, our way of life as we know it.

- Anything you may need by
way of facilities, manpower-

- Thank you, gentlemen, but
my people can handle it.

Since the president launched

the Get Tough on Crime campaign,

every day's become a challenge for us.

- And you've met that
challenge magnificently.

- Where local law enforcement can help out

is in crowd control, protesters?

- Ingrates, you mean.

Why don't they can go
back where they came from?

- Actually, most of them
will come from Old Detroit.

- Ah, Robo!

This is-

- Bob L. McGrew, Secret Service.

Good to meet you.

(hydraulics whir)

- My pleasure, sir.

- Heard a lot about you.

I'd like to have you on
our team, but of course,

that'd just cause a lot of trouble.

The anti-robotics lobby
would have a field day.

- But RoboCop could be invaluable.

- Machines cost a lot of people their jobs

in this country, Mr. Chairman.

People with votes.

- Makes sense to me.

- No offense.

- None taken.

(clicks tongue)

- [Father] Come and get it: Tofuburgers!

What are you giving your son?

That's a male child!

He needs meat!
(cow moos)

- [Father] But meat is so expensive!

- Look, man is at the
top of the food chain.

That means we eat everything below us

and that's meat!

Now that's how real man eats.

I love a man who eats meat.

- What'd I tell you?

Don't veg out, America,
meat's good for you

and good for the economy, so eat up!

And remember what Commander Cash says.

Meat means business!

- Hi, Chip.

Where are you?

Looks lovely.

- Oh yeah, doesn't it?

It's what Pudface laughingly
calls Headquarters.

I think it used to be a
warehouse for schoolbooks.

(laughs)

Talk about ironic, the guy's
practically illiterate.

- Ah, but he does serve
our purpose so well.

- Well...

- He's reckless, fearless

and really quite exceptionally careless.

He'll do the job, take the blame,

and be out of the picture
before he knows what hit him.

(chuckles)

What more could one ask of a colleague?

(chuckles)

- You're right.

It's so deliciously ruthless.

(hydraulics whir)

Yes, the president's visit
has everyone excited,

from the richest rich people in Delta City

to the poorest poor people here,

in the filthy disgusting
slimy slums of Old Detroit,

where I happen to be standing.

So, for now, this is Chip
Chayken, Smith, signing off, uh...

- I mean, it is amazing

what gets on TV these days, isn't it?

- You can feel the energy in the air.

Yes, the president's
visit has everyone excited

from the boulevards of Delta City

to the mean streets of Old Detroit.

And here at the OCP Hotel
and Convention Center

where the award presentation
will take place,

secret service people
are everywhere, doing,

whatever it is they do.

And wherever the president
travels, it's a big deal

in terms of logistics and all that stuff,

but things were especially-

- I hear the secret
service guy Bob L. McGrew

thinks you're a political risk.

- Unfortunately, I am
not a registered voter.

- [Reporter] And as the
experts tell us, there is-

- But if called upon, I will be ready.

- Well, just be careful.

That expl*si*n Pudface Morgan touched off

eliminated your ordnance reserve.

All that survived were these tag weapons.

And thank God they didn't go off.

If they had...

- It would've been trouble.

- We're finding that secret
service people tend to be,

well, secretive, but we have with us today

Mr. Edward Foster, VP
OCP Security Concepts.

Mr. Foster, what's your task?

- As usual, I'll be consulting

on all major security decisions.

- And what role will RoboCop be playing?

- Well, the president's
head of security and I agree

on that RoboCop will be used

where his skills can be most maximized.

- Meaning?

- Crowd control.

- What?

Crowd control?

Oh my God, are you mad?

No! No!

- So there you have it,
straight from the horse's mouth.

I'm Martina Marx, sending
you back to studio.

("Flannel Jacket" by EJ Waters)

(monitor beeps)

- I'll get it!

♪ Upstairs in her little tiny room ♪

♪ She listens to her
CDs, guitars boomin' ♪

♪ A big star (indistinct) ♪

♪ You got to make a move
and it's gotta be soon ♪

- What is it, what's wrong?

- Slight change of course, Chip.

Not to worry.

Tell Pudface we have a new target.

(dramatic music)

(hydraulics whir)
(engine idles)

- Perfect, there you are!

I just got a message from
Mallardo via Warden Pratt.

Quote: "There will be trouble today

at the convention center, peace and love".

- That is McGrew's turf.

- Hey, Mallardo's batting
a thousand right now,

so whatever he's up to,
we can't just sit on it.

- You're right.

This is no time for nitpicking.

I'll ride with you.

- Chairman's quite candid about it.

"Edward", he said, that's me,

"Edward, you're working
miracles in Security Concepts."

He's a brutally honest man.

(mysterious music)

And the fact is, the
chairman and I are team.

Unofficially, I'm being
groomed to succeed him.

- Excuse me, Mr. Foster,
we're with Channel 3,

I wonder if we could trouble
you for an interview?

(sighs)

It's for Prime Time News.

- They never stop.

- [Shorty] Step this way, please.

(finger kiss smooches)

(mysterious music)

(heavy footsteps thudding)

- Agent McGrew!

We'd like to talk to you.

We just got some information.

- Here you've got the hotel

and the flags in the background,

it's a very strong image.

- The light's real flattering.

- Yeah, yeah, it's very nice.

(chuckles evilly)

Wait a minute, isn't that...

- Just step into the van, Mr. Foster.

- Oh my god, help!

Help!

- [McGrew] Just how reliable
is this so-called source?

- [RoboCop] Look.

- [McGrew] What the hell?

- [Madigan] It's Foster, they got Foster!

- Help! Help!
- Quiet, knock it off.

(dramatic music)

(glass smashes)
(dramatic music)

(tagger pews)

- Got 'em.

Now let's go get 'em!

(mysterious music)

(scanner pings)

- Yep, they're in there all right.

At least the van is.

What I can't figure out

is why anyone would wanna kidnap Foster.

- Well, he's been sh**ting
his mouth off on TV.

Somebody must think he knows something.

- About the president's arrival.

- Yeah, whatever.

Let's get in there, shall we?

- Please remain here.

(hydraulics whir)
(mysterious music)

(dramatic music)

(hydraulics whir)

(sh*t cracks)
(detonation booms)

(detonation booms)

- [Madigan] There it is.

- [McGrew] Could be a trap.

- [RoboCop] There is one man inside.

- How'd he know that?

- Thermograph imaging.

- You mean he can...

- Uh-huh.

- b*mb.

b*mb.

b*mb over there.

(speech muffled)

- There is a b*mb.
- Uh-huh!

- Let's get him out of here!

- There is no time.
- What?!

(mysterious music)

(whimpers)

(dramatic music)
(metal crunches)

(timer beeps)

- My God!

(tense music intensifies)

(hydraulics whir)

- Oh, thank you!

Thank you!

- It was a simple mechanism.

- Somebody help me, please!

(body thuds)

- I fought them, God knows...

but there were just

too many for me.

- It's all right, Foster, it's over now.

- Thank you, sir.

- Now you're sure one of
them was Pudface Morgan?

- I could hardly be mistaken about that.

- They want to know about security

at the convention center?

- Yes, they're plotting
something horrible.

- I don't like this one bit.

I had a disturbing report today.

Someone is investing heavily
in speculative options

that our stock is going to plummet!

Why would they be doing that, unless...

- They knew something was about to happen.

- Just imagine if, God forbid,

the president should be
att*cked at the award luncheon.

Not only would it be a national tragedy,

OCP would be at fault.

It's too awful to contemplate.

First Morgan tries to bag

a load of high-tech weapons, now this.

- Would he really try to
go after the president?

- Well, I know he's got the ego for it,

I just don't think it's his style.

- There may be someone behind him.

- Tell me more about this source of yours.

(hydraulics whir)
(dramatic music)

- Oh...

Welcome to my humble home, Agent McGrew.

- You've been expecting me?

- Well, naturally, Bob!

I mean, after all, we
have a lot to talk about.

(dramatic music)

- [Pudface] Will you hurry it up?

- I just wanna get this right.

We're not just making history here,

we're making a statement.

- What do you mean "we", hot sh*t?

I'm the patsy.

I'm the one who's gonna
be taking all the heat.

- I would be rather more
inclined to call it glory.

After all, you are going to be a hero

to every red-blooded
criminal in this country.

Anyway, you know how Dr.
Mallardo laid it out.

I can't be playing the market for us

if I'm implicated in the plot.

Now, can I?

- Good point.

- Hey, balloon-brain,

I'll tell you what's a good point!

- The truth is,

when the big moment hits,

none of us is going to be implicated.

Every one of us is going to be rich.

Now smile!

(camera whirs)

(devices beeping)

- Well, I'm glad you remembered

to use the tag weapons.

- They were appropriate.

- Oh, different serial numbers again.

Mr. Foster must've come up

with another new supplier.

- For "new", read "cheap".

- Uh, yeah. (chuckles)

Well, while we're here,

let's recheck your ram bolt mechanism.

- Good!

- It is important to stay in shape.

- Yeah.

- So Murphy, this data you
put together on Mallardo

really makes a lot of sense.

If you follow the links far enough,

every one of the eight crimes
that he has managed to predict

was perpetrated by someone
connected to Pudface Morgan.

- Or Chip Chayken.

- Ah, where's he at these days?

- He walked away from
a work release program

four months ago.

- Aha, remember what the chairman said

about someone speculating on OCP stock?

- Chayken's specialty.

- Check it out.

- And, with the president due
to arrive tomorrow morning,

Media Break has received this photograph

identified as the fugitive k*ller,

William Ray "Pudface" Morgan.

Accompanying the photo
was the following message:

"You can't stop the unstoppable."

It's been interpreted as a
direct thr*at to the president.

- The excitement is mounting as we await

the arrival of the presidential motorcade.

This is an historic day for
Delta City, everybody...

Oh, excuse me.

Oh, I guess that means they've arrived.

The president will be arriving
in a basic black limo.

They're coming into the driveway now.

Just moments away.

It's the president.

Is this light holding?

(people chatter)

(shields humming)

- Welcome to Delta City, Madam President.

- Thank you, Mr. Chairman.

My husband.

- How are you doing?

- [Chairman] I'd like
you to meet Mr. Foster,

our VP of Security Concepts.

- The eagle has landed.
- Roger.

(heavy footsteps thud)
- Hey, hey...

Ha ha ha, great!

♪ I had a dream, that she- ♪

- Darling!

- Yeah?

♪ While I was layin' on my bed ♪

- Oh, right, right.

- Well, Bob, let's get started.

- Peace and love.

- I don't believe it, you let him out?

- [President] It was my idea.

- I beg your pardon, ma'am,

but I don't think you can be aware

of how dangerous this man is.

- I'm under no illusions,
Detective, I can assure you.

But I have heard that
this man has the talent

to access the immediate future.

- There is some evidence

that the crimes he predicts
are interconnected.

Possibly to himself, ma'am.

And I've heard that you have the ability

to measure the level of a person's truth

within their responses.

Now, as a politician that
scares the hell out of me.

But as the potential victim

of an assassination plot...

Well, why don't we hear what
Dr. Mallardo has to say?

- You are the president, ma'am.

- Yes, I am.

- Why don't you tell the
president what you told me?

- May I just say...

what a lovely room this is.

- Mallardo!

- (clears throat) Yes,
well you see, I've...

I've been having these thoughts
now for a couple of months.

Ever since I launched
my personal brain probe

into the electro-media sphere,

I've been seeing...
- Facts, Mallardo.

Just the facts.

- Yes, fine!

Fine, fine.

There will be an attempt made
at this afternoon's ceremony

to destroy the president
and the chairman of OCP

be means of a remote control b*mb.

The bomber will be the deranged

and the very ugly fugitive Pudface Morgan.

The act will take place

at the moment the presentation is made.

And I really have no more
information at this time

but I will promise you that
I will keep my mind open.

Now, was there a mention of a...

Of a presidential pardon?

It seems, was I wrong?

Did someone say that?

- Well?

- His degree of truth was 100%.

(melancholy music)

- I've made a security adjustment.

Grand Ballroom is out.

The luncheon will take place

down here in the Corporate Ballroom.

Look, my people can do a routine b*mb scan

but they can't do what you do.

I want you to go over
every inch of this place.

- Let us hope the anti-robotics
lobby does not find out.

- Yeah, well, to hell with them.

We got one hour.

(carrot crunches)

No?

Carrots are nature's little miracle,

excellent for the diet and for the eyes.

Have you ever seen a rabbit with glasses?

(chuckles)

I mean, take me, for example.

Always had good eyes and
it's because of carrots.

I firmly believe in carrots

and I can see for miles...

And miles...

- There he is!

It's all set.

We don't need Mallardo to tell us.

- Yeah, look, boss, there it is!

- The b*mb's online and ready to go.

You mean, RoboCop's
online and ready to go?

(chuckling)
- Same thing, right?

- Yeah, that's the beauty of it, Shorty.

- The b*mb detector is the b*mb.

(all laughing)

(mysterious music)

(hydraulics whir)

- Anything turn up?

- No.

- Well, maybe Mallardo
finally blew the call.

- No, what he said must be exactly true.

He is behind all of this.

- I agree, but what's his plan?

- He is out of Henry Ford.

He'll try to escape.

- Yeah, well don't worry,
I'm gonna keep an eye on him.

- [RoboCop] Good.

- Thing is, how can there be a b*mb

if we've changed locations?

Pudface couldn't get a
firecracker into this place.

- There must be something
we have not considered.

- We're opening up.

Let's be alert.

(hydraulics whir)

- And of course, the
question on everyone's lips

is what will the president be wearing?

We'll have her speech live
from the convention center.

I can hardly wait.

(chuckling)

- Neither can we, huh, boys?

- You might say that.

Well then, I think I will leave
this in your capable hands.

Don't forget: The moment
the award is presented.

- Where's he going, boss?

- Dr. Mallardo needs my help.

- Yeah, you take good care of him.

- Oh, I will.

- [Reporter] In our top
story, the president is coming

to Delta City
(sliding door rumbles)

to present the Corporation
of the Year Award.

- As soon as we collect all the dough,

we'll take good care of both of them.

(chuckling evilly)

(sinister music)

(b*mb tweeting)

So long...

Suckers! (laughs evilly)

(mysterious music)

- Are you...

are you sure I can't tempt you?

I mean, they are fresh and cool and crisp

and my god, they're good!

(carrot crunches)

There's plenty more where that came from.

- Think you're unstoppable?

Stop this!

- [News Anchor] You can't stop

the unstoppable.

- Thing is, how can there be a

b*mb if we've changed locations?

Pudface couldn't get a
firecracker into this place.

- That expl*si*n Pudface
Morgan touched off

off eliminated your ordnance reserve.

All that survived were these tag weapons.

- What I can't figure out

is why anyone would wanna kidnap Foster.

(expl*si*n booms)

- I'm glad you remembered
to use the tag weapons.

Different serial numbers again.

- [News Anchor] You can't
stop the unstoppable.

(heavy footsteps thud)
(dramatic music)

- Hey, where are you going?

- I must check something.

(whimsical music)

(knocking)

- Hello, room service, please.

(gasps)

- Ugh, Chip!

Put that away, put that away,

it's all been taken care of.

The old "sedative in the carrot" routine.

(laughing)

He bit!

(laughing)

(attendees clapping)
(cameras clicking)

- [News Anchor] As always,

the president is elegant but understated

in a classic vermilion blazer
and skirt with matching shell

accessorized with a tasteful
alabaster bag, beige pumps,

discreet gold chain setting
off her lovely complexion.

- [Pudface] They don't
say who did her hair.

(dark moody music)

(dramatic music)

- Beta-2, Mallardo's escaped!

Cover the north stairwell!

(doors banging)

(both yelp)

- Dr. Mallardo and...

- Argh!

- [RoboCop] Chip Chayken, I presume.

- You got them, excellent.

What about the president?

- My job is here.

- Okay, Mallardo, where's Pudface?

You said he was gonna detonate the b*mb,

you knew all about it,
now talk, both of you!

- Um um, Pudface who?

- No, you see, I don't
actually know the criminals

whose crimes I predict,

I thought that was understood.

- Listen to me, you little creep!

If we don't find him like really soon,

someone's gonna get hurt really bad!

- Detective Madigan!

We must never thr*aten felons

to obtain information.

- What?

- They have rights.

It's true, it's true!

We are people, too.

Therefore we will wait and see

what happens at the award luncheon.

Then we will know more.

- Umm...
- Umm...

- Why would you want to waste so much time

standing here with us?

- The detective could
stay here and watch us

and you could circulate.

- No.

- No?
- No!

- No?
- No!

We will all remain here

until I learn the whereabouts
of Pudface Morgan.

- And, Mr. Chairman, we
in Washington appreciate

everything that you have done here at OCP.

A corporation that cares!

- I think I'm gonna throw up.

Okay, boys, let's get
ready to blow this thing!

- Hey, boss, something's wrong!

- What?

- [Leo] The b*mb, it's
leaving the building!

- You want Pudface?

There he is!

- That's it!
- In the red van!

- [Mallardo] Right there, there he is,

he's there.
- Over there!

Could we hurry this up, please?

- Officers, arrest these two.

- Yes!

Thank you!

Thank you.

- Get in there.
- Come on, boys.

- Never seen two guys happy to
be arrested, what's going on?

- They know where the b*mb is.

- What do you mean, it's here somewhere?

- Right next to you.

I am the b*mb.

- The tag weapons?

Oh, the new serial numbers!

Pudface planted them,

that's why they survived
the grenade blast.

How did you know that?

- One just knows these things.

Let's get Pudface.

- It's coming this way.

- What do you think it means?

- It means showdown!

- Murphy, are you sure about this?

- Yes.

- Okay, partner.

Your call, finish the job!

- Boss, all you gotta
do is press the button

on that remote thing and kapow!

- Shorty, you wouldn't understand.

This one's between the robot and me!

Now get outta here!

- Okay, okay.

- (chuckles) They' re both
gonna get blown to bits.

(giggling)

That's something anyway!

(laughing)

- It's just you and me, big guy!

Ha ha ha!

(tires screech)

(engine roars)

(metal screaming)
(glass smashing)

(mutters crazily)

Okay, tin man!

So much for one-on-one.

Time to say bye-bye!

Bye-bye!

(expl*si*n booms)

Argh!

- Bye-bye.

(Pudface groans)

I'll be back, you toolbox!

(dramatic music)

- What can I say?

Unbelievable.

- Thank you, Madigan.

- What exactly happened?

- Well, Robo deactivated
the b*mb in his leg

but left the transmitter intact,

so Pudface wouldn't know it.

I guess the b*mb in the van

was a surprise package from his pals.

(shouting over top of each other)

- What'd you expect?

You can't win them all!

- All right, in you go.

Get in there!

(excited chattering)

- [Man] It's RoboCop!

- [Man] What happened?

- [Man] RoboCop saved the president!

- RoboCop, you're all they said you were.

- And more.

- Madam president, you
shouldn't be out here,

you're much too exposed.

- Nonsense, Bob, I wouldn't
have missed this for the world.

- Me neither.

- Sir, I believe you saved my life.

- And mine.

- Tell me, what could we do
to lure you to Washington?

We could certainly use
you on Capitol Hill.

- I am sorry, ma'am, that
would not be possible.

I was born here.

And as long as I am needed

I will stay, to protect and to serve.

For at every moment of every day,

somewhere there is a crime happening.

But thank you.

- No, thank you, RoboCop.

(proud music)
(hydraulics whir)

- [Delegate] Yes, good work, Robo!

(all clapping and cheering)

(triumphant music)

("Future to this Life"
by Joe Walsh & Lita Ford)

♪ In the heart of the
darkness, a light still burns ♪

♪ It takes you back there
to a memory you've heard ♪

♪ In the heart of the
darkness, she's still there ♪

♪ She's always holdin'
on to what you share ♪

♪ Is anybody out there
gonna take your hand ♪

♪ Hold you close and 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, oh ♪
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