- [Man] Come on, come on, get it open.
(ominous music)
All right, all right,
we're in, let's move!
- [Man] Gangway, it's hot!
- [Man] Sweepers rule!
- Come on, quick, get this stuff loaded!
Come on, Sweepers, let's get those burgers
on the truck before time runs out.
- Hey, Conaver, I got some
primo merchandise here.
- Jackpot, these noisemakers are
gonna make us some major bucks.
- Wonder what's in here.
- Are you crazy, can't you read?
- Been meaning to learn.
- It says biotoxin,
genius, megadeath in a can.
Put this stuff on my wheels.
(suspenseful music)
(Sweepers softly cheering)
- Sweepers, let's roll!
(sirens loudly howling)
(suspenseful music)
- Beta 1 pursuing
Sweepers north on Selkirk.
- [Dispatch] Roger, Beta 1, all units,
Sweepers heading north on Selkirk.
- Blast 'em off the road!
(dramatic music)
(g*ns loudly f*ring)
(sirens loudly howling)
(dramatic music)
- Choke on this, robot!
(car loudly revving)
How 'bout that, RoboCop?
Come on, come on, come on!
(dramatic music)
(sirens loudly howling)
- Beta 1 to Dispatch, vehicle contaminated
by Class 1 biotoxin.
I have sealed off my vehicle.
Request decon teams to evacuate
a five-square-mile area
around my signal, condition
red, repeat, condition red.
- [Dispatch] Roger, Beta
1, decon team scrambled.
What is your status?
Beta 1, come in.
Beta 1, please respond.
(door loudly pounds)
- [Doctor] Go ahead and
shock the flat line,
then let's quit.
- [Doctor] Okay, everybody, clear.
- Officer Alex Murphy sh*t
to death in the line of duty.
(door loudly pounds)
- [Doctor] Legally he's dead.
We can pretty much do what we want.
- There's a new guy in
town, his name's RoboCop.
(door loudly pounds)
(dramatic music)
- Murphy, it is you.
- Wow!
- [Announcer] And now, Bo
Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.
- Good evening, our top stories,
opponents to g*n control
sh**t down compromised bill in Congress,
leaving two dead and five wounded.
- And England's Royal couple resigns
after winning the Irish sweepstakes.
But first, in local news,
the end is in sight for Roy Macklin.
- That's right, Rocky.
The self-confessed mass
k*ller is scheduled to die
by self-electrocution at midnight.
Though Michigan has no death penalty,
Macklin is the first to offer
the new Kevorkian option
which legalizes state-assisted su1c1de
for convicted murderers.
- Macklin's final moments
will be shown live
on the hit pay-per-view
show Execution Tonight.
There'll be a lot of sleepy
folks that work tomorrow, Bo.
- That's right, Rocky, I'll be watching.
On a sadder note, the fate
of ace crime fighter RoboCop
remains unknown at this hour.
Exposed to a deadly biotoxin
while he was pursuing the
notorious Sweepers g*ng,
RoboCop and his Robo Cruiser were taken
to an OCP decontamination facility
where both remain under quarantine.
(soft ominous music)
(people softly chattering)
(computers softly buzzing)
- [Man] Okay, we're almost done.
- How is he?
- I don't know,
communications were cut off
when they sealed the cruiser.
- We can only hope you had
time to isolate his organics
before the biotoxin took effect.
- How did a bunch of Sweepers get a hold
of a Class 1 biotoxin?
- That's what I'd like to know.
- [Digitized Voice]
Commencing decontamination.
Downwards at 20%
40%.
60%.
80%.
90%.
Decontamination complete.
(soft dramatic music)
(all three softly sigh)
- What a sec, that's a third canister.
- You're saying this has
been missing for two years?
- I was on the university task force.
Roy Macklin used a canister
of Ricin-X just like this one,
m*rder*d 16 people in
the registrar's office.
- Yeah, I remember the case.
Three canisters were stolen
from the university's research lab.
- Right, I found the second
one in his apartment.
He said he destroyed the third one.
- He said, so how did the
Sweepers get hold of it
to use on Robo?
- I intend to find that out, Sergeant.
- And I intend to find
out why Macklin lied.
- Well, let's get to it.
Oh, Robo,
nice to have you back.
- Thank you, Sergeant
(triumphant music)
- [Announcer] Announcing
the newest breakthrough
from Omni Consumer Products
in the w*r against crime, LEADER,
the Law Enforcement Agency
Data Exchange Relay,
an interactive database
designed to link public
and private law enforcement agencies
around the world into a
single highway internet
that no criminal can hide from.
LEADER, the ultimate w*apon against crime.
- Very impressive, Mr. Sullivan.
- The sales campaign is
practically a formality,
Mr. Chairman, everyone is
jumping on the bandwagon.
- The government agencies
are willing to back us up?
- Well, sir, District Attorney
Gless himself insisted
on being here today to lend his support.
Why don't we let him answer that, Richard?
- Thank you, Mr. Sullivan.
- LEADER Net will advance the
efficiency and coordination
of law enforcement data
by decades, Mr. Chairman.
OCP has the full endorsement
of my office for this bold new venture.
- When LEADER goes online
at midnight tonight,
OCP stands to realize a
300% return on investment
in the first six months alone.
- Young man, let me offer
you my congratulations.
I'm sure that LEADER
will be a big success.
- Bold new venture, nice touch, d*ck.
The old man ate it up.
- Listen, Billy, I don't like being mocked
and I don't like being dragged down here
to your little dog and pony show.
I am a public servant,
I'm not a corporate shill.
(elevator softly chimes)
This is not good for my image.
- Listen, d*ck,
you'll do what I say and
you'll keep your mouth shut.
We both know your images
is phony as your law degree
and I can expose it
with one computer disk.
- Listen, Billy,
you said you would destroy those files.
- Oh, and I will,
when I get what I'm after.
(elevator softly chimes)
- Listen, Billy,
I did my part, Macklin is
on death row, isn't he?
- You're not off the hook till Macklin
pushes the button Dickie, babe.
And then we're both bulletproof and rich.
- Is m*rder, su1c1de is m*rder!
su1c1de is m*rder, su1c1de is m*rder!
su1c1de is m*rder, su1c1de is m*rder!
su1c1de is m*rder-
(soft music)
- Hi, Detective Madigan, Metro South.
- Yeah, go right in.
- [Director] Roy, we're
losing you on camera 2.
Could you tee a little to the right?
- Over here.
- How's that?
- Beautiful, Roy, you're a natural.
- Just a few more minutes
and we'll be finished
with the walkthrough.
Hang in there, babe.
It was a real pleasure working
with a voluntary victim, I could tell you.
Most of them kick and
scream, wreck my sh*ts.
They just don't care.
- He hasn't expressed
any second thoughts then?
- Nada, zip, I'm telling
you, I love this guy.
- [Man] Him the whole time.
- [Director] Yeah, could you speak up?
Yeah, we got something
going on back there.
Yeah, tight, thank you.
Okay, camera 3.
Rory, we need to get it louder.
Could you give us your last words again?
- I wantonly m*rder*d 16 innocent people
just to watch them die.
- And that's your cue to hit the button.
That's great, Roy.
Just remember, look at the camera.
Okay, people, that's lunch, one hour.
- [Man] Lunch.
(crew softly chattering)
- Hi, I'm Detective Madigan.
- Oh, right, the warden called.
You got 10 minutes before
his wardrobe fitting.
- Hello, Roy.
Roy, do you remember me?
- Officer Madigan?
- Who is that?
- Name's Madigan, cop for Metro South.
She arrested Macklin.
- Find out what she's up to.
- We found the missing
canister of Ricin-X, Roy,
one of the three you stole
from the university lab.
You said you destroyed the
third one, do you remember that?
- Yes, I b*rned it in the lab's
hazardous waste incinerator.
- [Lisa] I have the third canister, Roy.
- I b*rned it in the lab's
hazardous waste incinerator.
- Dammit, Roy, why are you
lying, what's going on?
- Officer Madigan, isn't it?
- Richard Gless, I'm the DA,
we met at Macklin's trial.
- Right, I remember.
- You better be getting Mr.
Macklin to wardrobe, hm?
Is there some kind of problem, Officer?
- I'm not sure, we've found new evidence
that contradicts Macklin's confession.
The canister of Ricin-X
he said he destroyed
turned up last night.
- You're not suggesting
that he's innocent.
He confessed to his crime, Officer.
- I'm just saying it's worth checking out.
A man's life is at stake here.
- Of course.
Well, you keep me posted
on anything you turn up.
- I will do that.
- Thank you.
Did you hear what she said?
They've got the third can of ricin.
- I did see the report on the news.
Sweeper g*ng, petty crooks.
- You kept it?
Why would you do something
like that, Billy?
- Well, let's just say I can't stand
to throw away anything
that has future value.
Calm down, storage rental can't be traced.
- What if the police decide
to reopen the Macklin case?
- It's up to you to make
sure that doesn't happen.
Right, d*ck? (ominous music)
(sirens softly howling)
- It wasn't me, I was in the basement
checking the water recycler.
Okay, okay, I was having a
drink, got a little problem.
But I'm no k*ller, I'm just a janitor.
- That was his statement one
hour after I arrested him.
- Voice stress analysis
indicates truth level of 98%.
- Okay, let's try his
confession three months later.
- I wantonly m*rder*d 16 innocent people
just to watch them die.
- [RoboCop] The voice stress
readings are identical.
- Oh, they can't both be true.
His confession is word for word
what he said to me less than an hour ago.
My God, I thought this was
open and shut two years ago.
What if we got the wrong guy?
- And that confession came after
a 28-day psychiatric assessment.
- Who did it?
Dr. Audrey Frank, is there an address?
- No.
- I'll check with the DA's Office.
- One of our snitches gave a location
on the Sweepers floating market.
Robo, I'm hoping you can ID the creep
who hit you with that gas.
- It will be my pleasure, Sergeant.
- All right, we're cookin'.
I'll stay with the shrink.
("In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida" by Iron Butterfly)
(people softly chattering)
♪ In a gadda da vida, honey ♪
- Mr. Conaver,
Can I talk to you?
- I guess it's true what they say,
there's way too much v*olence on TV.
- I paid $42 for this TV and look at it.
- Management assumes no responsibility
for damage caused due to improper use.
- All I did was plug it in.
- Well, there you go.
- Mr. Conaver, please, if I
could just have my money back.
- Sorry, friend, no refunds, no returns.
I guess you didn't read the fine print
on your sales contract.
- Sales, I didn't see a
contract, what contract?
- This one.
Now you wanna talk to
me again about a refund?
(dramatic music)
(RoboCop softly whirring)
(dramatic music)
- In the future, only do business
with reputable merchants.
- Okay, round 'em up.
- This is the punk we're looking for.
- You wanna explain how you came
to possess a canister of Ricin-X?
- I think I want a lawyer.
- You'll need one.
- Possession of a biotoxin
is a Class 1 felony.
- Class 1, hey, it wasn't mine.
I just stole it, honest.
(people loudly chattering)
- Please continue.
- We got it when we hit the Store Lux.
It was in that trunk.
- Which storage bay was the trunk in?
- Like I'm gonna remember.
- Voice stress analysis indicates
he is telling the truth, Sergeant.
- Book him, GT merchandise.
So, back to square one.
- Perhaps not.
- [Sergeant] What, this
old university teacher?
- A possible clue, Sergeant.
But it will take a little, sweat.
(ominous music)
- So when the district attorney told me
the police were investigating you,
I came right over, Audrey.
- I'm glad you're here,
Billy, you need help.
Keeping that Ricin-X was
a clear manifestation
of your subconscious desire to be caught.
- No, it was a clear
manifestation of my greed.
- You know I would never betray
you to the police, Billy.
You can trust me.
- But I don't take those
kinds of chances, Audrey.
You know that.
- You mean the registrar.
- No, not him, he had to go.
How else could I turn
his petty little scam
selling phony degrees into
something really worthwhile?
No, it was the other
15 people in his office
I wasn't sure about, so-
- I understand, Billy,
you were just being smart.
- And what would you
know about being smart?
Your degrees aren't even worth
the paper they're printed on.
- Put that flat scan down, Billy.
This kind of paranoia is common
among child prodigies and-
- I'm not paranoid.
Everybody is against me.
People have been jealous
of me my whole life.
- I really think it would help
if you could talk through your aggression.
Why don't I pencil you in for tomorrow?
How's about two o'clock?
(soft ominous music)
Look, what I did with Roy Macklin,
he's on death row right now.
He really believes he
k*lled all those people.
- Unfortunately, his recollections
are a bit inflexible.
- I'm better at psychotropic therapy now.
I've tried all the new dr*gs,
I could augment his memory implants.
Give me a chance.
- I'm sorry, Audrey, I'm afraid
our time is up for this session.
- Billy, you really need to
deal with your hostility.
- Hello?
Hello, Dr. Frank?
Is anyone here?
(Audrey loudly screams)
(dramatic music)
Dr. Frank, are you all right?
- I hate your mother.
- Beta 2, officer needs assistance.
- [Dispatch] All units, all frequencies,
Beta 2 needs assistance,
roof of 1280 Taft.
(ominous music)
(sirens softly howling)
(soft suspenseful music)
(ominous music)
(dramatic music)
(Lisa loudly screaming)
(dramatic music)
(soft music)
- Thanks, Murphy.
- Don't thank me, thank Charlie.
Did you see who did this?
- No, whoever it is is going the distance
to make sure Roy Macklin kills himself.
Well, talked to Sarge into calling the DA
to ask for a stay on Macklin's Kevorkian.
Any luck with you?
- I've scanned all records
on the Ricin-X att*ck
on the university registrar's
office two years ago.
Student records during that
period indicate tampering.
- As in doctoring grades?
- Yes, including various members
of OCP's executive staff,
Dr. Audrey Frank.
- Ooh, the trail's heatin' up, isn't it?
- I scored, you were right, Robo.
- The DNA matches an alumnus
of Delta City University.
(ominous music)
- Is this a friendly visit
or am I under arrest?
- [RoboCop] That depends on your answers.
- In that case, I'll tell you
how my lawyer would answer.
She'd say Mr. Sullivan
has never rented a bay
at Store Lux Storage.
She'd also say his genetic
print may have been lifted
off an item of clothing he donated
to charity several years ago.
- How would you answer those questions?
- I wouldn't, not without
my lawyer present.
- Thanks, Sarge.
Sarge said the DA refused
to reopen the case,
not enough evidence, and that
snot-nosed little VP knows
we don't have enough to arrest him.
- He is cocky, that will be his downfall.
- But meanwhile,
Macklin's being railroaded
to his death in five hours.
- The only thing that will stop
this self-execution now is Roy Macklin.
- I don't think we can
reason with the guy.
He's pretty much a zombie.
- Try, Madigan.
- What about Billy Sullivan?
- He is mine.
(soft ominous music)
(soft suspenseful music)
- He's just finishing his last meal.
Got a visitor, Roy.
- Roy, do you know a Billy Sullivan?
He had the third canister of Ricin-X
you said you destroyed two years ago.
Now, how is that possible, Roy?
Roy, I don't think you k*lled anybody.
I think Dr. Frank put those
memories in your head.
- No, I k*lled those people
just to watch them die.
I deserve to die.
(soft ominous music)
- The others are waiting inside.
This better not be a waste of our time.
- I've got a 190 IQ, Molotov.
I'm too smart to waste your time.
- [Mobster] Hey, boss!
- What is it?
(softly whispers)
What?
You think you're so smart,
you were followed by RoboCop.
(dramatic music)
Man your stations.
That robot does not
leave here in one piece.
(dramatic music)
(machinery loudly rustling)
(suspenseful music)
(intense music)
- Nice work, Vlad.
No wonder you're the best.
- And don't you forget it, sonny.
(dramatic music)
Ashes to ashes,
scrap to scrap. (softly snickering)
(dramatic music)
Now talk business, eh?
(dramatic music)
(machinery loudly rumbling)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
(machinery loudly rumbling)
(softly beeping)
- Gentlemen, and lady,
you are the most powerful
criminals in the world.
Reggie Braga, boss of the Carioca mob
for the entire Northeast.
- I am simply a poor businessman trying
to make his way in an alien land.
- [Billy] From Sicily, Mr. Rocco Carbone,
boss of the Mediterranean syndicate.
From the UK the iron
maiden of crime herself,
Margaret Cray.
- Just call me Maggie.
- And Mr. Zero, head of the
ruling Yakuza family in Tokyo.
And last but not least, Vlad Molotov,
godfather of the Russian mafia
who only moments ago
rid the criminal world
of its greatest foe, RoboCop.
- Hey!
- Hey!
- Well done, Molotov, mister.
(dramatic music)
(machinery loudly rumbling)
(softly beeping)
(dramatic music)
(machinery loudly rumbling)
(softly beeping)
(dramatic music)
(machinery loudly rumbling)
(softly beeping and buzzing)
(dramatic music)
(machinery loudly rumbling)
- Don't leave us, Murphy, you fight.
You hear me?
You fight!
(dramatic music)
(machinery loudly whirring)
(softly beeping and buzzing)
(dramatic music)
(machinery loudly rumbling)
(machinery softly whirring)
- Alex Murphy's dead.
He doesn't have a
memory, he has a program.
He's just a machine.
(dramatic music)
(machinery loudly whirring)
- No!
(dramatic music)
(metal loudly clanking)
(softly beeping and buzzing)
(dramatic music)
(metal loudly clanking)
- [Announcer] Live from
the Henry Ford Center
for the Morally Challenged
in Detroit, Michigan,
it's the show everyone's dying
to see, Execution Tonight,
with special guest host Umberto Ortega!
- Oh, thank you, thank you,
hello and welcome to the show.
Two years ago, on a warm spring day,
Roy Macklin turned the halls
of academia into a slaughterhouse.
Well, tonight he's
gonna pay for that crime
when he enters this chamber
and ends his own life
by self-electrocution.
(audience softly cheering)
And we're gonna show it to you
live because you have the right to see it.
(audience softly cheering)
We got a lot of special guests
with us tonight, so why don't
we just take a minute now
to meet some of them, huh?
Right over here in his
usual front row seat,
I see that famous film
director, Otis Pike.
Big fan, never misses the show.
And with him is that hot, hot,
hot new Hollywood starlet,
Cindy Summers. (softly laughs)
(audience softly applauding)
- What about your wife, your son, Roy?
You're gonna leave them behind, alone?
Is that what you want for them, Roy?
- They'll get lots of money.
Movies, books, interviews,
my life sentence rebate from the state.
- That's not the answer, Roy.
Listen to me, I came from money.
I can tell you it does
nothing for a family.
- You don't understand.
- I understand that you're
depriving your family
of what they need the most, you.
All the money in the world's
not gonna make up for that loss.
- I'm guilty.
I want to die.
- This relay terminal is linked to LEADER,
which in turn is connected
to every law enforcement
agency in the world.
When I enter a special
program, every scrap
of electronic data about
each of you will be deleted.
To the computers of the
world, you won't exist.
No outstanding warrants, no
parole violations, no record.
It'll be so clean,
you could even hold down a government job.
- When can you do this thing?
- The second you put your
deposits on the table,
five million each.
(metal loudly clanking)
(RoboCop softly whirring)
I thought you took care of him, Stitch!
(dramatic music)
- Police, this is a bust.
(dramatic music)
(g*ns loudly f*ring)
(machine g*n loudly rumbling)
(dramatic music)
That was a warning sh*t.
(audience loudly applauding)
(TV music softly chiming)
- And we're back with
just 20 minutes to go
before we see the first
Kevorkian-style execution
in the State of Michigan
and the excitement is
building, right girls?
- Oh, I'm just tingling all over, Umberto.
- Me too, Barbie. (audience softly laughs)
And now let's have a big
hand for the real star of
tonight's show, Roy Macklin.
(audience softly applauding)
- You're just in time, Mr. Gless
we're introducing Macklin now.
Okay, cue the condemned.
- Cue on, Roy.
- With Roy is Detective Lisa Madigan,
the officer who arrested
him two years ago.
One can only imagine the
satisfaction she must be feeling.
(audience softly cheering)
- You don't have to do this, Roy, please.
You're the only one that
could stop this, come on, Roy.
- Goodbye, Detective Madigan.
(door softly whirring)
- And so, Roy Macklin takes
that fateful walk on
his journey to eternity.
(Umberto softly chuckles)
He looks calm and relaxed
as each step brings the twisted k*ller
that much closer to his final destiny.
So don't go away, folks,
there's plenty more to come
right after these messages.
- [Announcer] And now
back to Execution Tonight
with Umberto Ortega.
(audience loudly applauding)
- We are back as Roy Macklin comes
to the end of his last mile.
So let's have a warm welcome for the man
of the hour, or thereabout,
Mr. Roy Macklin!
(audience loudly applauding)
(applause loudly muffling)
(soft ominous music)
(heartbeat softly thumping)
(applause loudly muffling)
(audience loudly applauding)
- 15 minutes and counting
as our lovely assistants,
Barbie and Raquel, strap
Roy into the chamber.
Now, as you know, Michigan
has no capital punishment.
So the choice to end his
life is Roy's and his alone.
- Mr. Gless, you've got to stop this.
We have reason to believe
Roy Macklin was framed.
- I'm afraid it's out of hands.
- No, it's not, you have to step in,
at least call the governor.
We have enough to warrant a delay here.
- Officer, you really are dreaming
and you've wasted enough of my time.
Would you show this woman out, please?
- Why are you doing this?
Why are you so anxious
to see Macklin dead?
- Out, thank you.
- Beautiful, beautiful.
Looking good.
(ominous music)
(police radio softly muffling)
- Let's go, come on.
Let's go, let's move it, let's go.
- Get your bloody hands off me!
- Come on.
- Hey, my lawyers will have me out
and back on the street in an hour!
- And my lawyers will
get me out before him!
- I hate it when they're right.
All this and we still haven't made a dent
toward helping Roy Macklin.
- I think we have, Sergeant.
Follow my lead.
Stop.
Mr. Sullivan is a member of
the law enforcement community.
He made this raid possible.
- What?
- Please release him
- You stupid little scum!
- You set us up?
- He's lying, it's not how it looks.
- You take my money and
turn me over to the cops?
You're a dead man!
- You're busted, sonny,
whenever you go, one of us will get you!
- You are free to go.
- Go where?
You heard them, I won't last a day.
- Oh, well, then I
guess you better live it
to the fullest, huh, Billy?
- You're signing my death warrant, I,
I demand to be arrested.
- On what charge?
- Consorting with known felons, blackmail?
- Class 3 felonies, not worth our time.
- Couldn't agree, more, Robo.
- Okay, okay, m*rder.
I was behind the university m*ssacre.
I k*lled the registrar and his
staff and I framed Macklin.
Ask the DA, if you don't believe me,
he is in this up to his neck tie.
Believe me, I'd rather
spend 20 years in jail
and get out before I'm
40 than die tomorrow.
(soft dramatic music)
(phone softly ringing)
- Hello?
- Yes, this is Sergeant Parks,
Metro South, I have an urgent message-
(phone softly clicks)
Hello?
Do you hear me, hello?
- Wrong number.
- Building in the air
as the big clock counts down.
- Camera 3, go ahead.
- [Umberto] With less than 10 minutes,
Roy Macklin is sealed
in the chamber of death.
Is he secure, girls?
- Nice and snug, Umberto.
- [Director] Camera 1, get
me a sh*t of the button.
- At the stroke of midnight,
the chamber will be activated.
Once that is done, it is up to Roy
to trigger the final
sequence with that button.
But don't you touch your
remote control button, folks,
because we'll be right back
after this important message.
- Aw, go on, girls can't play w*r.
- Hey, Suzy,
(guard softly chuckling)
let's show him what we girls are made of
with the Major Market doll.
It's 900 toys in one,
including flame thrower,
anti-t*nk m*ssile, cluster b*mb,
and an oven for tasty
treats when wartime is over.
(siren loudly howling)
(audience softly applauding)
- We have returned with just
seconds left before Roy
Macklin ends his life.
What thoughts could be running
through the twisted mind
of this mass m*rder*r at
this his final moment?
(ticking clock music chiming)
(ominous music)
- I wantonly m*rder*d 16-
- Don't do it, Roy.
- [Roy] Innocent people
just to watch them die.
- Come on, Roy, don't do it.
(light suspenseful music)
- Okay, any time, Roy.
- Come on.
Come on.
(soft music)
(electricity softly whirring)
- He's done it, the generator is now
building a charge of 3000 volts.
When it red lines, the
charge will be released
in a single life-extinguishing blast.
(dramatic music)
Hey, this is a closed set!
Who let him in?
- Step aside.
- What is going on?
I'm trying to do a show.
(electricity loudly buzzing)
(dramatic music)
- Camera 3, pan to RoboCop.
(dramatic music)
- You going somewhere?
You're busted, Mr. DA.
(electricity loudly buzzing)
(dramatic music)
(dramatic music)
- Mr. Sullivan has a statement to make.
- Roy Macklin is innocent.
I k*lled those people and
the DA helped me frame him.
- Get him outta here.
(audience softly exclaiming)
- Show's over.
- Now just wait a second.
- Okay, let's go.
- I want my money back!
- This one too.
(audience softly chattering)
- It's okay, Roy, you're gonna be okay.
We're gonna get you some help.
(soft dramatic music)
You're all right.
- I'm glad that's over.
Nice work, you two.
Let's call it a day.
- No, thank you.
Somewhere there's a crime happening.
Let's roll, Madigan.
- Like he said.
(triumphant music)
("A Future to This Life"
by Joe Walsh and 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 ♪