This is MediaBreak.
Give us three minutes and we'll give you the world! Good evening.
I'm Bo Harlan with Rocky Crenshaw, and these are today's top stories: Good news for the environment.
In Detroit today the first BS-5000 rolled off the assembly line.
Rocky, it's a methane powered car that actually runs on manure.
Oh, there's certainly lots of that around, Bo.
On a more serious note.
Another homeless man has disappeared from our city streets, the twelfth in less than a month.
Please report known new clues and fear that a serial k*ller, some call 'the Dogtown Ripper', may be stalking Old Detroit homeless.
Good news for Delta City today.
Omni-Consumer Products announced plans to use cutting edge technology in a far reaching project that will automate Delta City's utilities in public transportation infrastructure.
I have great hopes for Metronet, a supercomputer that will power this city into a future, that not only has the silver lining but will work better and cost less.
But can it program your VCR?
We'll be right back.
They're flagellant or senile, and the best years of their lives are pretty much behind.
If you're over sixty, should you still be allowed to vote?
Tune in tomorrow and we'll see "What's on Your Mind" with me, Umberto Ortega.
This just in.
A t*rror1st is taking hostages at a retirement home in Old Detroit.
We take you now to the scene live with MediaBreak correspondent Charles Coffey.
- Charles?
- Yes, Rockee, I'm here, at Convalescence Services.
And it's not a pretty picture.
One officer dead, one wounded, and inside - William Ray 'Pudface' Morgan, a violent psychopath who recently escaped from the Henry Ford center for the morally challenged.
He's currently holding a group of helpless retired people hostage.
Don't jerk me around, cops! Do what I tell you, or I'll get mad and do something really ugly! You know there's no escape, Morgan! You know we don't negotiate with t*rrorists! Sergeant, he's up there with a m*llitary hardware, he's got the whole place barricaded.
Yeah, there are two or three of his g*ng in there that who would just love us to try a frontal as*ault.
Tell us, Sergeant, just exactly what it is Mr.
Morgan wants?
Money?
A pardon?
Perhaps an exclusive interview with me?
You know, I wish it was that simple.
See, when he was arrested five years ago by Robocop, he suffered severe damage to his face in a toxic accident of his own making.
So what you're saying is, he wants revenge?
- No, he wants Robocop! - Listen up! You've got one minute to send me the robot, or I'll blow all this thing and send them to kingdom come! - Any comments, Sergeant?
Officer?
- Get outta here.
- All right, here's the situation - You called me It's bad.
Go get them, Murphy.
'Pudface' Morgan?
Hey, robot.
You wanted to talk to me?
Nah I wanna k*ll ya.
Hands above your head.
You are under arrest.
No, you're too late for that, robot.
Take a good look at this face.
You did this to me.
Every time I sneeze I think of you.
And I don't wanna ever think of you again! Now what, tin man?
Police brutality?
In front of all these prune sacs?
You're deadly, you metal giant Aaaah! Nice job back there, Murphy.
Thank you, Madigan.
Oh, I took my exam for detective this morning.
I don't know for sure but I think I aced it.
The force can always use another good detective.
Thank you.
Messy, lazy, sentimental, irrational, supersticious, compassionate.
The main obstacle to running the world properly has always been the human element.
Pardon me?
- You're right about that, doc.
- Yes, I tried, I tried to convince those fools at MIT futurological congress.
Of course they had no vision.
They threw ethics at me.
- Well, I should hope so.
- Well, that'll never happen here at OCP, doc.
This isn't academia.
It's corporate culture, baby.
We've got the money, we've got the gas, we've got the guts.
After you.
Yes, now the real work can begin, which, of course, means obliterating everything spontaneous.
NeuroBrain will reduce all decisions to an unimpeachable binary utopia: yes-no, black-white, on-off, yes-no, black-white In short, utter perfection.
- What about the human spirit?
- The human spirit?
Ha-ha.
My dear chaos behind the other name.
- Miss Powers, that will be all.
- No-no-no, I would very much like to hear what your secretary thinks of my philosophy.
Is there something you don't understand?
This utopia of yours sounds close to something a dictator like h*tler would come up with.
- And I don't think I would really like that.
- How dare you compare me to h*tler Don't pay attention to her, doc, she's just a secretary.
I am a vice-president, I pay to have opinions and I think you're brilliant.
Yes, h*tler was an amateur.
As you know, OCP is hosting an upcoming shareware expo.
We never share anything but it's our chance to sniff out the competition.
Chip?
Copernicus.
Newton.
Einstein.
Disney.
Geniuses with the credentials to change the world.
Cybersafe Concepts has found just such brilliants in the man it is now my pleasure to introduce to you.
My fellow executives, doctor Cray Mallardo.
Oh, Chip When my new cybernetic interface, NeuroBrain, goes online, life as we know it will be over.
Where once a city employed and was victim to the whims of ten thousand civil servants.
NeuroBrain can never go on strike, will not call in sick and does not need a coffee break every 3.
25 hours Imagine a city where transportation systems, like corpuscles in the blood stream, move freely with purpose and at speed; where utilities are dispersed from one central point, digestive system directing nutrients to hungry organs: schools and hospitals.
A law enforcement that efficiently identifies and apprehends criminals like antibodies attacking the virus.
It is a bold, new world, ladies and gentlemen; and, if I have anything to say about it, one that we will be visiting very soon.
What's the earliest possible time for him to having Metronet online?
NeuroBrain portfolio, please Oh, no, no! - I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! - No-no-no, don't touch me.
Don't ever touch me.
No touching, no touching.
That's it, Powers, you're fired.
- Get out! - Nonsense, Chip.
Accidents happen.
Now, when do you expect to be online?
Well, sir, we're pretty much ready to go right now, it's just we have some little bugs tying down.
Excellent.
When CamSoft, Mega, Extel and all others show at shareware expo, I want to stand at this window and see my city run by NeuroBrain.
They'll eat their hearts out.
Get out of my way! Move it! Look out! Emergency! Out of the way! Watch your feet! What are you doing back in my station again?
You've got to lock me up, sergeant Parks.
I've been a material witness.
I saw some bank robbers, five or six of them, - if you don't give me protection they'll - No way.
You know what?
You're going back to Family services.
You've gotta believe me! Please don't make me go back! I hate that place.
Please let me stay.
I'll be good.
You'll be good you're telling lies, you run away You know what you need?
What you need is a good spanking.
- Come here! - Help! Child abuse! Help! You're okay?
Yes! Test results are in.
Upper 10%, thank you very much.
I knew I aced it.
You think I'll make a good detective?
You figured out who I was.
I heard you trashed another car.
Any other little problems I should know about?
All systems are functional.
Good.
'Cause every time you break something I get blamed for it.
Try not to do it with this.
Check it out.
Wow.
That's a piece to roll on.
Yeah, it's one of the new interceptors.
0 to 60 in 4.
2 seconds, top speed 200+, heads-up display, maps, a satellite uplink, and a lot of other goodies that cost more than I make any year.
Well, let us take it for a ride, shall we?
Hide me! They come to take me away Wow, Robocop! You're my hero.
When I grow up, I gonna be just like you.
When I grow up, I gonna be just like you, Dad.
- Hey-hey, no kids allowed.
- It's okay, that's okay, ease up, Charlie.
No one's going to hurt you, what's your name, little one?
Gadget.
She's a runaway from Family services and she's going back there right now.
This is a police station, not an orphanage.
No, no, I don't wanna go back there, no! Please don't take me You were thinking about them again, weren't you?
Images are all that's left of what I was.
I want to remember.
Murphy, why don't you just tell Nancy and Jimmy who you are?
No.
It's better that they think I am dead.
No, no, no! No-no, tell the others I want main trunk brought in under the floor here.
All right doc, I don't care what it takes just as long as NeuroBrain is online in time for the shareware expo.
A-ah We still have a problem.
Oh, not again.
Jeez, what's it been so far, doc?
Twelve?
Trying is the only way to eliminate ever, you know?
You know me I'll do anything to get ahead but isn't this getting a bit ridiculous?
Nonsense, Chip.
The interface between a decision-making complexity of a human mind and a computing power of artificial intelligence is a delicate matter.
Now, you know what I need.
And the sooner I'll get it the sooner you'll meet your deadline, alright?
Just do it.
Hey! Hey! Cut it out! - Hey, we're not gonna hurt you - We're just gonna k*ll you! You can't keep running forever, old man! That's it! Come on, get him, boys! Please I ain't done nothing.
I was just minding my own business.
You've got no right It's people like you that make people like us mad, you got it?
It's people like us that keep people like you in line, you got that?
I ain't got nothing but the clothes on my back.
What do you just want from me?
It's obvious that you have never used your brain to your fullest advantage.
Hold him, boys Let him go, he's not going far.
He's looking pretty stiff.
Now, cut it out, that's not funny! He's not dead yet.
And it's no good for OCP if he's damaged at all.
Now get him in the trunk! Hug the children, hold them close to you, hug the children, make a dream come true When it's cold and dark and no one cares, there's still a place where shelter is provided, no matter what your race, creed, color or gender.
Please support the Rainbow playroom.
And remember to hug the children.
Has the Dogtown Ripper claimed another victim?
Police fear that a disappearance of Henry Aaron Wincler will end up as yet another unsolved m*rder.
Many believe it to be the work of an elusive serial k*ller.
At city hall, mayor Friendly had this to say: Police investigators have assured me that these rumors of a serial k*ller are utterly unfounded.
No bodies have been found, no witnesses have come forward.
And I really think we should consider the fringe lifestyles of the indigenes involved as a possible source of the problem.
Come on, Sarge, I saw old Hank playing chess just every day for five years on that corner.
I know it too, Madigan, what do you want from me?
He has been missing for 24 hours homicide hasn't even assigned anybody to the case! Now his friends said the last time they saw him he was headed for the shelter, right?
And to get there, he's got a cut to the old tire plant Look, when you make a detective is gonna be a sorry-day for the criminal element in Detroit, but until then there's that little thing called departmental protocol.
Come on, Sarge, if the victim was some butthead VIP at OCP the whole department would be on this case, but no! Since old Hank doesn't pay property taxes, nobody cares! - Are you getting personally involved in this?
- All I know is somebody's gotta give a damn, Sarge! I saw him! I saw him, I saw him! I know who've done it! What?
What did you see?
The Dogtown Ripper.
I saw him get some guy.
He was wearing a suit and he had a sharp thing like the doctor uses.
- Is that so?
- Yeah, and he had some accomplishments with him.
- You mean accomplices?
- Yeah, that too.
You know what?
You're very good little witness, I'm impressed.
I've got some mug sh*ts.
I want you to take a look and tell me if you recognize anybody.
Male, female?
- Now look real close - Hey, let me go! Give me your hand.
You're not gonna run away again, I'll tell you that.
Put your finger the other one You ought to be ashamed of yourself lying about other people's bad luck.
- But I'm not lying! - Yeah, alright All right, which one of you guys is gonna take her back to Family Services?
Hey, Robocop.
- I've got a job for you.
- Trouble?
If she stays on a street, yeah, she's headed for real trouble.
Take her back to Family Services, will you?
She's a compulsive liar and rebel.
I don't wanna go back there.
No one's gonna ever adopt me.
Let's go, little one.
Feeling better, Chayken?
Sorry about the mess, doc, it's just a when his eyes started staring up at you like that then the bonesaw I've told you many times it is essential for the NeuroBrain interface that the subject be alive when the brain is removed.
- You see, as I - Please doc, don't How did it go?
Well, the transplanting to the neuro receptacle was flawless, but that has never been the problem.
Get rid of the husk.
Body's in the trunk.
Take it to the toxic waste disposal center and oxidize it like you did the others.
You know, usually we hate people like you.
But you k*ll people we hate hate real good.
Thank you.
That's what I like most about business: money makes friends out of almost anybody.
Hug the children, hold them close to you, hug the children Why won't anybody believe me?
- Because you lied.
- But I'm not lying now.
It was the Dogtown Ripper, and I saw what he did to that poor old man.
poor old man Tell me what you saw.
Some Dogtown boys held the old man so he could give him a sh*t.
He looked dead, but he wasn't.
His eyes were still alive.
What did the Ripper look like?
He was tall, but not too tall.
He had brown hair - and he was wearing a suit.
- Did he say anything?
He said he needed the old man's brain.
- Why?
- I don't know, something for the OCP - Do you believe me?
- Yes.
A good citizen always tells the truth, right?
Right.
But what if somebody acts like a good citizen but lies anyways?
That's the worst kind of liar.
Come on, I want to show you something.
Hug the children, make a dream come true Now listen to me, you useless little brat.
Act cute.
I don't care if the building falls down around you, you're going to act cute.
You know what happens to troublemakers.
I send them to live with Dogtown boys All right, that's it.
Roll camera, are we rolling, Ed, we'd better be rolling.
- God, yes! - hold the tap closer.
That spontaneous expression! It's better than anything you get from these brats when you ask them to act.
Jeez All right, that's it.
Okay, so now we cut that face with bowls of food and crowdshots from Bangladesh - and we got a new intro for the show.
Okay, people, that's a wrap.
Miss Lamour, there's a woman here, a parent with a lost child.
I tried to tell her Oh, I do not have time for another modeling display of parental loss Okay, let's make it quick.
This is where Fanny Lamour tells the biggest lies that ever were.
My dear, I feel your pain.
I'm worried about my son Jimmy.
I yelled at him about his grades, and he ran away.
I thought maybe he came here Till death do us part I brought a video that I made last Christmas.
He's a good boy.
But we lost his father a while ago.
And it's been hard to raise him by myself.
I really have to tell you something: I love you very much Come on, Jimmy, how about a smile?
What's there to smile about?
This is for you, Dad I know every child here and I'm sorry to say he's not with us.
Edward, please, take down this poor woman's information in case her child does show up here.
- Phone call, miss Lamour.
- If you'll excuse me, I really must go and be with the children, it's story time.
- What's the matter?
- I have to go.
Somewhere there is a crime happening.
Hey, baby.
How are your hormons?
Stop it, Chip, I'm not in the mood.
I just had a mother in here whose son was one of those brats your Dogtown associates recruited.
Our arrangement is starting to make me really nervous.
Hey, what's the worry?
You got kids that are too old to be adopted, and I need kids that can get their hands dirty instead of me.
It's win-win, babycake.
Family Services must never be associated with the Dogtown boys.
- What if he talks - Oh, who's gonna believe a Dogtown boy?
And you know how it is in those gangs: either you're in, or you're kibbled.
You know what I mean?
Well, I'll leave the testosteron management up to you, Chip.
That's the ticket, baby.
So, how about it: my place, tomorrow, sexercise Beg for it.
Who-ho-ho Kissy lovey-dovey, sugar sweetie, honey pumpkin pie.
I'll be there at noon.
When I grow up, I'm gonna be just like you, Dad Murphy, why don't you just tell Nancy and Jimmy who you are He's a good boy.
But we lost his father a while ago He signed the release forms when he joined the force.
Legally he's dead.
We can pretty much do what we want He's a machine, he doesn't have a memory, he has a program "Hate everyone, you're always right while everyone else is always wrong, join the Dog", huh, "People like us Uplink 99-05606.
Uplink phonetrace complete.
Location: 168 Alger avenue, Ecoli Brothers meatpacking plant.
The cerebral cortex can both process information and learn from its mistakes, but the computer is quicker and more reliable than the human brain, so, what I have is the best of the both worlds: a brain married to a computer.
- It's beautiful.
- Yes.
Yes, yes! NeuroBrain is a living machine, a flux is its life course.
This means, we're gonna be online in time for the shareware expo?
I can't wait to see my bonus.
Doc, you're gonna be able to write your own ticket.
A chair at MIT, Science Department at the White House! Small potatoes, Chayken.
The city of tomorrow will be modelled after Delta City, ergo the man who controls Delta city controls the future.
And with NeuroBrain at my command I can do anything! I can even make you the number one at OCP.
Yes, I could, and I will No, no, no-no-no-no-no I thought you said this one was intelligent! Hey, he was a chess player, you've gotta be smart to do that! What do you think went wrong, doc?
Well, there's only one explanation in there! A bad brain, a brain damaged by stress and human abuse, it couldn't bare the load, could it?
Well, if you don't get this thing working by shareware, we're the ones who're gonna be damaged by stress and human abuse! What I need is a young brain, a fresh brain, a brain not yet corrupted by life.
Excuse me, Mr.
Chayken, but I found something significant in the Himble digital play suit.
They actually stole our program and rewrote it to make it look like it was their idea.
I'm sorry to interrupt doctor Mallardo but I found Mr.
Chayken will want to know.
That's all right, eh, that's just a that's quite a Could you excuse us, just a moment, please?
Have a look around.
Good work, Miss Powers.
You just earned yourself a bonus.
All right, listen up.
Everybody who listens to the message gets peanut butter and a jelly sandwich, and white bread, of course - Eat up, Murphy.
- What, you ain't hungry?
- Smells like something d*ed in here.
- I don't smell nothing.
Except maybe some new dog meat.
Bare your throats to the biggest dog of all.
Somebody broke the square! Who broke the square, Big Dog?
Dork parents and their idiot politicians.
They said there was enough to go around.
They let the foreigners in.
They squander your future to poor people and bums.
They sure changed you man, they stole your freedom Those days are over! Corporate America has finally answered to the wake up call and joined us.
And we'll fight for better tomorrow.
With their help, we've already begun to clean up the homeless vermin that pollute old Detroit.
So, who will join us?
Who wants to make the square whole?
Make the square whole! Make the square whole! Make the square whole! Make the square whole! - Where are you going, little dog?
- I heard your message.
Your message sucks! I'm outta here.
You're not one of us.
You're kibbled.
Boys that don't play nice don't get to play at all.
Drop the bats! Freeze! Stop it! Don't do it! Freeze! Hank Cause of death?
Well, at hand I'd have to say he d*ed because somebody removed his brain.
- What, some kind of a satanic ritual or something?
- No-no-no.
It's not an usual "axe-him-up-hack-him-up" psycho torch m*rder.
This is a work of a doctor.
- A doctor?
- It had to be.
His blood show traces of tubocurarini chloride.
It's a neurological agent, used to paralyze patients so they don't go flipping around during delicate surgical procedures.
Right, right, that's what the lab said was in this.
I found it where Hank was last seen.
He looked dead, but he wasn't.
His eyes were still alive What's he doing?
The last image the deceased saw is after preserved in the back of the retina.
Wait a sec, you mean we might be able to ID old Hank's m*rder*r?
Unless his eyes looked someplace else.
Then you've got nothing.
- It's not clear.
- What I tell you But it can be enhanced.
Great.
I'll have OCP forensics check of the shipping crate.
Excuse me.
I can't keep this up much longer.
No, we've only been aerobic for eight minutes.
- Don't wimp out on me now! - Come on, baby.
- I'm b*at.
- Just do it! - Hello, who is it?
- Who do you think you're Doc, calm down, I can't understand anything you're saying! - a catastrophe - That's right, just take a deep breath, attaboy.
Okay, now what is the matter?
You are a stupid worthless imbecile.
You said you take care of everything?
Well, guess what: Robocop's on the case! Robocop?
Doc, this isn't going to be a problem, I know a perfect man to take care of Robocop.
This is highly unusual, Mr.
Chayken.
What's the problem, Warden?
This transfer has been approved by OCP, do you want me to get your boss on the phone?
Oh, no-no-no, that won't be necessary.
But just out of curiosity, what exactly is the CyberSafe Concepts planning to do with Delta City's most dangerous criminal?
Have you ever heard of doctor Cray Mallardo, the brilliant cyberneticist?
Dr.
Mallardo has taken a personal interest in applying of disturbed psychopaths, like this poor fellow.
Perhaps with time, study and a modicum of human kindness, Mr.
Morgan might one day be able to make a meaningful contribution to the community.
Would you like that, Mr.
Morgan?
All I ever wanted was a chance to be good.
To a better understanding of the criminal mind.
I always get bubbles up my nose, he-he-he Let's cut to the chase.
Now, you wouldn't get me out of there if you didn't want something.
How right you are.
And what I want is to give you an opportunity to go down in history as the man who k*lled Robocop.
40 millimeter, armor-piercing Cobra as*ault cannon.
- Nice.
- Stare at the art, Pudface.
May I call you Pudface?
Sure thing, poodle boy.
Wait a sec.
Did I hear you right, partner?
Cray Mallardo, the scientist?
- He's OCP, you be careful.
- According to the retinal scan, he was the last person to see the victim alive.
I'm on my way.
Excellent.
Dr.
Cray Mallardo, you're under arrest.
I don't I don't understand, what are the charges?
- The suspicion of m*rder.
- m*rder?
m*rder, that's ludicrous! I'm a scientist, my work benefits all mankind.
You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in accord of law.
Oh Aaah, no! No please, don't b*at me again, aaah! No, it hurts! Excuse me, officer, I'd like to report a crime in progress.
- Where?
- About right where you're standing.
See you in hell, Robocop! Nice sh**ting, Puddles! Officer down! What took you so long, you don't know what I've been through.
Come on, doc! - Drive! - Hang on! It's time for Commander Cash! w*apon crime, moral decay, the city's going to heck! But what can we do?
You can come with me! Commander Cash! Fight crime with our strong economy and these! Credit cards! Be a superhero! Be a supershopper! The OCP supercard! No annual membership fee and still at the low low 38% annual interest rate! The people of Detroit lost a hero yesterday when Robocop was destroyed in a criminal ambush by escaped psychopath William Ray 'Pudface' Morgan.
But today Robocop's illustrious crime-fighting reputation was tarnished by allegations of police misconduct.
No, I don't know what he wanted but he was out of control as it's abundantly clear from the videotape that I turned over to the authorities.
MediaBreak has obtained the copy of this tape.
We want to warn the more sensitive viewers they may find the following images disturbing.
At Public Works, Chip Chayken, vice-president, "Cybersafe Concepts", had this to say: We here at OCP would like everybody to try to remember the good things about Robocop and not let this truly unfortunate final episode tarnish what otherwise has been a sterling career.
Rest in peace, Robocop.
No, Murphy Charlie.
- Just a second Yeah?
- He's - Is he dead?
- Yeah.
The way the suits are talking, it might as well be.
Now he's able to preserve his organics but it will cost a fortune to bring him back online.
According to the guy on the right, OCP's not paying.
Lippencot! What do you mean, OCP's not paying for this?
This man did more to fight crime in the city than any other police officer in its history.
- Who are you?
- Officer Lisa Madigan.
He was my friend and my partner.
Well, that says a lot about the pathetic side of your social life.
You see, that is not a man.
That is a machine.
And the machine belongs to OCP.
Now, why don't you be a good cop and go and busy yourself with some sort of police work?
I have reasons to believe that doctor Cray Mallardo, the man Robocop had under arrest, may be involved in several homicides.
Now, what do you think about that?
That is absurd.
Doctor Mallardo is a scientist of unimpeachable integrity.
I know him personally.
Oh, then maybe you can explain why the body in the morgue with no brain has a latent image of Mallardo on its retina?
Body?
I don't know anything about bodies.
I'm an executive.
This is just another example of the police trying to blame the victim.
We'll see about that.
I can't believe you let the cops find that old bum's body.
Hey, it was a glitch.
But it's been handled, for sure this time.
The body and the eyeball are toast.
I'm sure that all of us gathered here today have experienced their share of gridlock.
In a workplace, on the highways, even in our own homes.
But today represents an end to all that.
A brave new world where things work the way they were meant to.
And the service of their creators.
Without further ado, Metronet.
Lights, please An entire city under the control of a single powerful computer, NeuroBrain.
Unbelievable.
To the future! There he goes, look at him.
Doing what he does best: taking credit for other people's work! The idiot, his lack of vision is appalling, even he believes that NeuroBrain was built to run traffic lights.
Well, let him have his little day in the sun.
It will be his last.
- Oh my God! - What?
What?
What's the matter?
I I saw my secretary.
My former secretary, - I saw her face in there! - Chip, Chip, Chip, come here.
Chip, come here, come on.
Come on, Chip.
Listen to me, Chip.
Men who seek to change the world cannot afford the luxury of the guilty conscience.
It's all in your mind, Chip.
It's all in your mind, yes.
Now Now it's time to show the OCP chairman who has the whip hand Well, the show's over at OCP.
Now, it's time for dinner, little drinkies and shop talk, maybe even a little hanky-fanky in a hot tub with miss Walkenhomper from the home office.
This Metronet thing looks big.
We've got a prototype in works but, frankly, we can't cr*ck the hardware.
It's hard to believe the second-rater like Mallardo pulled it off.
I don't think I've ever met a more pompous guy, what's his problem?
He's got his head stuck far in where the sun doesn't shine.
If you know what I mean.
Ooh, that remark will cost you.
Wow.
They don't teach you that at the Harward business school.
Murderers! Did you hear that?
Now you have me imagining things.
Old Hank is ashes and so is the evidence.
Case is fried, Murphy.
Sure could use your help right about now.
Oh, come in, Dr.
Mallardo.
I wanted to thank you personally, that was quite a demonstration you put on last night.
Yes, well, it was entirely for your benefit.
My Metronet is a glowing success.
I was referring to the mishap with the elevator.
The elevator?
You had something to do with that?
Yes, yes, I had everything to do with it, old man everything in the world.
You see, I control NeuroBrain, NeuroBrain controls your Metronet, and Metronet controls, well, everything.
Including the elevators.
You catch my drift.
- You're not implying - Yes, I am, I am I am implying.
From this moment forward, I control the destiny of Delta City.
You have 36 hours to drop the necessary papers - and make our new arrangement legal.
- Never.
I will never allow you or anyone else to usurp the authority I have worked so hard to maintain.
Oh um gee Oh, there's one thing.
You should take the stairs on your way out tonight or that just might be your final answer.
Mallardo's computer has invaded every system at OCP.
He's locked us out of all our files and he's got fiscal control of the entire company.
What kind of options do we have?
I wish I could tell you.
If we bring in the cops, the SCC will demand full disclosure.
Oh, terrific.
That means I'd have to face the stockholders.
I hope you gentlemen are enjoying the day one of my little siege.
I know I am.
And if you don't comply with my demands tomorrow will be much, much worse.
There must be some way to stop him! Oh, gee For God's sake, don't use the elevator Now, let's see how OCP does without its executive staff.
Not this time you don't.
Who are you?
When you m*rder someone, the least you could do is remember their name.
It's fantastic.
Your brain is in there and you, if you could still be called you, I don't know if you had well, it doesn't matter, doesn't matter, you are busy performing thousands of tasks simultaneously, all over the city.
- Like what kind of tasks?
- Well, running the subways, the hospitals, water treatment plants, the electric company, airports, you name it; you're running it! - I'm running the entire city?
- Uh-huh.
Yes, I knew I was executive material.
Okay, if my brain is in there, - where is the rest of me?
- Ah yes.
Well, um you see, with your brain gone, the rest of your body was quite useless and it was it was disposed of.
- Disposed of?
- Disposed of, yes.
That was a perfectly good body.
No wrinkles, no stretch marks, very little cellulite.
Do you know how I starved myself?
I haven't even had a dessert in a year.
When I get out of here, I'm gonna k*ll you! Well, fortunately for me, you can't get out of there.
I mean not alive, anyway.
Then I'll crash the city board and take me with it.
Just think about what you'd be doing.
It would be all the traffic accidents, deluding, the chaos, not to mention all those poor little sick babies on life support systems in hospitals all over the city.
- Babies?
- Little-little babies.
What are you trying to pull?
Well, check your memory banks.
You're right.
There're currently 35 infants in critical condition in 16 metropolitan city hospitals.
And they're all dependent on you.
I'm not going to listen to you anymore.
I didn't ask for this kind of responsibility.
You poor, poor baby.
You have more power than any woman who has ever lived and you want to go back to be somebody's secretary.
You don't deserve your fate.
Sarge.
I've got to talk to you, something weird is going on in the Ripper case.
What, are you looking for trouble?
You were ordered to stay out of that.
Sarge, just hear me out, okay?
Robo told me he had evidence linking Dr.
Cray Mallardo to the Dogtown murders, and the other day I run into this VIP creep named Chayken who got real nervous when I asked him about the VIP doctor.
- Well, I guess that explains this, huh?
- What's this?
Looks like you ruffled a few feathers at OCP.
Traffic?
Come on, Sarge, what is this?
I just aced the test for detective.
Yeah, but you flunked the departmental politics protocol, Madigan.
Rule number one: never ever let the brass know you're smarter than they are.
Crock.
Metro South.
Sergeant Parks?
I want to report a crime.
This would better not be who I think it is.
Fanny Lamour says she's taking care of kids.
But she's really sending them off to Dogtown.
She's a liar in a first degree.
- Tastes one I know, huh, kid?
- I'm not a liar anymore.
I'm a good citizen now, honest.
Hey you! Get away from the phone! I wish I could help you, little one.
Get in there with the other children and watch TV like you're supposed to! it's so good 4 out of 5 doctors of the Omnimediplex recommend it to stop diarrhoea.
- Try "No-Go".
- They're lean, they're mean, and they're your marines.
Marines posing nude for charity.
The Corps says no, but what do you think?
And if naked sweaty marines aren't your thing, then phone in and tell me what's on your mind.
I am so sorry to bust in like this, I'm officer Lisa Madigan, - I'm a friend of Robocop's.
- Where are you coming?
Wait, wait, the police are always welcome at Omni-Consumer Products.
- What can I do for you, officer?
- Robocop has evidence that will incriminate Dr.
Cray Mallardo and the Dogtowners, you've got to put him back online or our k*ller goes free.
Can a felon run a publicly held company?
No sir, that would be against the law.
- Sir, what are you doing?
- OCP will assist the Detroit police department in their investigation of Dr.
Mallardo.
But to ensure the safety of all OCP employees, I think it prudent to allow Mallardo to think he has won.
Doc! We've got big trouble! Listen, this is important, Robocop is being put back online! I need you to help me think about how to him.
I said shut up! Get in the car.
I don't think it can wait, it's important I don't think she will be able to hear us in here.
- Who?
- Your ex-secretary, that's who.
Diana Powers?
She's dead! Not exactly And so, there you are, my friend.
The frontiers of science are full of surprises.
What we have here is a new form of intelligence, a completely unique melding of human and machine, it's it's a miracle.
I say we k*ll it.
Yes, well, of course, but carefully.
The trick is to exterminate the ghost without harming the delicate NeuroBrain interface.
How you're gonna do that?
Darn it! I don't know, the miller board sh*t, I've got to treat its old pulmonary filters, and replacements aren't here yet, on account that they gotta come from a company in Japan, and - well, there's a frame damage - Can you do it?
Well, I guess with some luck yes sir, I believe we can.
Then get to it.
You heard what the man said.
Let's go.
Let's power him up.
He had a tough day, but he's responding now.
We can have him online in the next 24 hours.
But right now he needs a sleep cycle.
So do you.
We're all pulling for you, son.
We're counting on you to set things right.
Hi there.
How we doing, bucket-boy?
You know, it's my understanding that you're in possession of certain information that could lead to the conviction of one doctor Cray Mallardo.
That's a Robo no-no.
Let's see what 50 million zoiden gausses can do to help your total recall.
- All right, turn him on.
- Oh, very exciting.
How soon after we get the statement can you move on Mallardo?
Well, we've got a judge standing by to sign a warrant, a team of detectives to make the arrest; an hour, perhaps.
All right, bring him up to full power.
He's online.
- Hey, how are you feeling?
- Welcome back to Metro South.
Tell us everything you know about Cray Mallardo.
Hey, are you all right?
Who are you?
Lippencot?
There's nothing wrong with the circuits.
It's gotta be organic.
I just signed my company over to a madman! Madigan, you assured me Robocop could incriminate him.
What's wrong with him?
Well, it looks to me like it's caught into delta wave degeneration.
- Will you please speak English, Lippencot?
- Amnesia.
Blow it.
Who am I?
This is really frustrating Sarge.
I can't stand it, getting away with m*rder and we've got nothing.
Look, without a witness or some kind of physical evidence, - no judge will assure warrant for Mallardo.
- Okay, let's make a case, all right?
Some Dogtown boy at the crash pad where I found old Hank's body - was bragging about some deal at OCP.
- Dogtown?
That orphan kid Gadget told me a crazy story about a suit with a syringe attacking some old guy in Dogtown.
Well, maybe that's not so crazy 'cause a hypocartridge I found had a schedule one chemical in it that only a doctor could have access to.
- Mallardo?
- Mallardo.
Now, why would you be k*ll homeless people in Old Detroit?
Well, if we can answer that question we'll cr*ck this case wide open.
All right, I'll pay a visit to Family Services and have a little talk with Lamour That's great.
You know I tagged one of those punks the other night?
I'll hit the streets, I'll scan every Dogtowner I know, maybe we can turn a witness.
Open this door! Open this door! All right, cut it open.
I have designed a virus to clear out NeuroBrain; unfortunately, there will be a few side-effects: brownouts, blackouts and, generally speaking, a complete breakdown in a long order.
Doc, that's rough.
How long is that gonna last?
Well, it depends on how much cyberspace she occupies.
Now listen, Chip.
I am concerned that my enemies at OCP and in the police department might use the coming chaos to mount an as*ault against me.
Come on, doc, Robocop is toast.
You've won.
I need protection! So, in your latest project, Fried Green Lasagne, it seems you've taken a stand against vulturous v*olence.
- What's that all about?
- Boys, this place is dump.
Well, Umberto, the modern man's got to get in touch with his feminine sides, you know?
I have found a child in question, Gadget, but she's only eight years old and I'm afraid it's past her bedtime.
I'll have to ask you to come back tomorrow.
What is going on here?
I'm on, I got a movie star in here! Umberto, Umberto.
Boy do I have a story for you! Hey! Okay, all right.
What's the story you've got here, little one?
"I live at Family Services.
It's really a nasty place" Well, I guess I know where my little friend learned how to lie.
What the Got business with the big guy here.
- Be my guest.
- Um hi there.
Um we don't really know each other, and this is going to be a strange to meet, but I have a feeling that we've got a lot in common.
Wow, someone really messed you up in here.
Let me take a look There's the problem.
I remember.
I'm at Public Works.
The same guy who tried to k*ll you is trying to k*ll me.
Please, come as fast as you can.
Wait a second, tell me about Mallardo! Mallardo's wanted for m*rder.
- Did you hear that?
- Ah! What's going?
Did I miss something?
m*rder.
m*rder! This is Pudface, he's in charge.
Hey, I don't know anything about this guy, what are his politics?
Does he even know what we stand for?
Do as I say or I'll k*ll you.
How'd you like them politics, huh?
Chip, Chip, Chip.
These guys have their minds tight into their behinds.
If the heat gets turned up, their butter is going to melt.
- You know what I'm saying?
- Don't worry about it.
They're going to be the bait, you're going to be the hook.
Our security concepts manufactures some pretty nifty light a*tillery that'll make you look like a one man army.
Come on, you wanna see it?
Just a minute All right.
I like you.
You're all very good boys.
I don't care how you do it, don't let anyone in that door.
- Do you understand?
- Yeah.
Very good.
Come on, boys! Let's make the square whole! Ears up! This is big time now, doggies.
OCP has got a special job for us.
Alright, we gonna take on the cops, man.
Hey, look! Hey, it's the Murphy kid! There's the reason the traitors snitched us.
- There he is! - Get him! Make dogmeat out of him! You're dead, kid! Okay, let's go boys, build the forts.
Build the army.
Build a new square! Yeah, he's a snake.
Eat my shorts, douche-bag.
Jeez! Police, hold it! Drop the g*n, lie face on the ground, now! Drop all of it, now! On the ground! Give me your hand! You're squeezing my fingers Shut up, punk.
Central, send a porta-perp to Edzel and Nader.
Tagger ID number 6684, officer Madigan, Lisa.
Dogtown incident, March 6, 21:00 hours.
All right, what did you do to make them so mad?
I don't know, I don't wanna join their stupid game.
- What's your name, tough guy?
- Jimmy.
Jimmy Murphy.
I know you, your dad was a cop, right?
Alex Murphy.
Yeah, but he got k*lled.
It sure messed up my mom.
I know your mom, too, Nancy.
So I wonder what your dad would think if he knew his son turned out to be a Dogtown boy?
I'm not a Dogtowner.
I went to Family Services 'cause I didn't want to live with my mom anymore.
Some counsellor there told me I was right for the Dogtown boys.
All right, listen.
I want you to come down to the station and talk to my sergeant, all right?
- You're gonna put me in jail?
- Not if you have a place to stay.
Oh, it won't do any good to throw a tantrum, it is too late for that now.
Oh, I don't know, I don't know; a man can work all his life, create something truly magnificent and all it takes is one woman to completely screw it up.
This particular virus uses a transcendental number to seek out and delete all non-essential data oh, that's you, by the way.
Boy, Umberto was surprised that you came all the way down here to get me.
- You must like me.
- Yeah?
Maybe I started, little one.
BD-10, come in.
BD-10, code 1.
BD-10, I'm on the air, go.
BD-10, we have classified unusual occurrence.
City wide mass of power failure with widespread looting potential.
BD-10, if it can walk and talk I want it in uniform and I want it on the street now.
Roger, BD-10.
All units on frequency, stand by.
We have a city-wide unusual occurrence.
Metro South units one.
Blackouts and power failures Listen, doggies.
We're gonna howl tonight.
The cops try to get by us, dust them.
Build the wall, let's go! Soak it good, pour that gas on them, make the square strong! All right! Torching! - This guy is crazy! - One lousy cop?
We're gonna k*ll him! Come quietly or there will be trouble.
Let him have it! Charge him! Come on! Go back to school, punk.
Book him! Well, you just better hope that oblivion is not as dreadful as it sounds.
Wow! You stay here.
You again?
How many times do I need to take you out?
You're under arrest, Morgan.
In your dreams, robot! I'm gonna open you up like a tin can, tin man! - You stay in the car, all right?
- Yeah.
Hey, do me a favor, call your mom, huh?
You have the right to remain silent.
It was a lucky sh*t, you sack of bolts.
Come on, let's go.
Move it.
Doc, it's Robocop.
He's coming your way.
Please, help me Robo! Why?
Why are you helping her?
Can't you see she's ruining everything?
She's got to be stopped! Got to get the human out of the machine! Stop! She's gone.
She's gone! I k*lled her.
I had to k*ll her twice, - but the shrew is finally dead! - You are under arrest.
Anything you say can and will be used against you.
Not again.
She's back! How come there was never a guy like you around when I was still a girl?
Glad to be of assistance, ma'am.
Excuse me, I have to arrest Dr.
Mallardo.
Don't worry, he won't get far.
- What've we got, Sarge?
- Hang on, Madigan.
Oh, don't sh**t.
Chip Chayken, OCP.
Boy, am I glad to see you, fellows.
This is the creep I told you about, that's Mallardo's friend.
Yes, I guess we can safely say this.
That Mallardo had us all fooled.
Thank God for Robocop, anyway he's in there kicking ass right now.
- It's him! - Who's him?
The Dogtown Ripper! I don't know what you're talking about.
- But I do know you're lying.
- He's the one who gave old Hank a sh*t.
I think she's telling the truth.
Madigan, your case, your call.
You are under arrest, big sh*t.
Now, nobody moves, or she gets it! Listen to me carefully! I'm going to the airport, and I'm getting out on an airplane.
Drop it.
- Stay back, you big pile of deadhole! - Just sh**t him, Robo! I mean it, turn back or I'll turn this piggy here into a statue! Don't get personal pal! Oh, great.
No, stop! Come on, take this guy! Oh please, please she's everywhere she controls everything, oh God Well, I can assure you that OCP does not condone any of Mr.
Chayken's actions.
We feel he's been under a lot of stress.
She's coming! Oh, she's coming! Oh mommy! Chip! Chip! It's sad, really, the criminal mind.
The guilt must build until it rips them apart at the sips.
I suppose.
Well, excuse me.
I've got a company to run.
Helmet, please.
Well, I guess it's time to get you back to Family services, huh?
No, I hate that place.
Well, I guess that means somebody's gonna have to adopt you.
Oh! Okay, come on, come on.
- He must be here, he called me.
- Sorry, ma'am, no one's - Nancy, over here! - Madigan! All right, let her through! - Have you seen Jimmy?
- He's fine, he's fine, he's right over there in my car.
Oh, Jimmy, - I was so worried about you.
- Don't worry, mom, I'm okay.
How about now, Murph?
No.
They need a husband and a father.
- I can't be that.
- They're your family, Murphy.
Yes.
And I can protect them.
At Metro South today, they were handing out gold shields to the lucky few who managed to make the rank of detective, including the spunky young officer who solved the Dogtown Ripper case.
We'll be back with more of MediaBreak right after this.
The Rainbow playroom.
Pleasant, cheerful, but take another look.
Beneath its cotton candy facade this so called paradise for lost and lonely children is in fact a grim Gulag preserved over by this uncaring and ruthless administrator, Fanny Lamour.
For the Love of Children show-host resigned as vice-president of OCP's Family Services division, following the allegations of gross misconduct.
We'll have the whole, sorted story for you right here, tonight with me, Umberto Ortega.
And finally, order has been restored throughout Detroit tonight after one of the most chaotic incidents in this city's history.
A blue ribbon panel appointed by mayor Friendly has determined that a computer glitch inadvertently turned off all the city's utilities.
Machines: can't live with them, can't live without them.