The Helicopter soars over the river underneath a full
moon. We hear the steady THUP-THUF'-THUP of the
helicopters blades.
98 CLOSE ON MURPHY
Through all the blood, his eyes flicker, darting wildly.
99 HIS F"OV
The flashing lights of the MediVac and the city below
begin to bleed together. The THUP-THUF'-THUPcf the
helicopter becomes Murphy's HEARTBEAT. It's slDNing
down.
100 HEARTBEAT: We're hovering directly over Murphy's body
on a gurney •s a team of DOCTORS and NURSES rac• down a
hospital corridor. They're working hard t save hi ■•
As we hit.the DR doors, FADE.
101 HEARTBEAT, We're under-..,.t.er.Webr•ak surface,
fighting. NOM ■ milesdawn an us, reassuring: "Keep
your he•d at,avethe ....ter-•••you·r•going ta be all
r-iQht.• FADE.
102 HEARTBEAT1 We're flailing and punching at a
mean-laaking kID, and he's giving it.back. Other kids
in the schoolyard et;Qus an, •ec.·an, Nurphy.• •s.t•em,
Murphy." FADE.
103 HEARTBEAT, A PRETTY GIRL, filled with youth and hope,
runs and jumps int.aour arms and Jean ■in ta kiss us.
FADE.
104 HEARTBEAT, The Pretty Girl, ten yaars alder, our WIFE,
stands with our SON. Nave away fast.and FADE.
105 A STRAIGHT BREEN LINE AGAINST BLACK: Th• scr-•••a+ an
EKG ••chine. "I've got• straight line." A DoctOI"'
yell ■, "Crash cart, 10 ccs adrenalin, stand clear."
106 ZZZAP! E■ ilstands before us, leerin9. FADE. •Hit.'em
again • •
107 ZZZAP! Joe stands, grinning. FADE. "Again."
108 ZZZAP! Chan smiles, placid. FADE. "Clear.."
109 ZZZAP! Lean takes his bow. FADE. "Once ■ore...
110 ZZZAP! Clarence ■ milesand bids u ■QoodbY•• FADE TD
BLACK.
"That· s it.. He•• gone.• Then: "Okay, hook hillup,
pat.ch him up, and I'll ■ake the call." The voices
fade ••• SILENCE.
The ELECTRIC PULSE of an artificial heart.begins.
111 WHITE STATIC thunders t.hrOUQh us. It sparkles and
danc••• aleost alive. Now it fades, and
112 A GRID OF &REEN LINES fill ■ th• screen and then snaps
off.
113 COL.OR BARS pop on. The color ■ change hue•• the color
balanc• is adjust.eel.VERTICAL. HOLD goas out. SOflteQne
says, •Shit!" and shuts us down. BLACK.
114 SNAP! We'r-einside a cCtftlple,clabOl"'ator-y.TECHNICIANS
hov■r around us. The world go■■ froa black and Nhit. ■to
color. •At-•...locked in?• A Technician peers in.
SNAP ! BLACK.
115 SOUND, then CLICK, we're on again: Technicians and
SCIENTISTS stand around. Morton gives us a cool,
paternal look. Johnson stands behind him.
TYLER
We were able to save his left arm.
MORTON
What? I thought we agreed on total body prosthesis. Lose the arm, okay?
(then> Can he understand what I'm saying?
ROOSEVELT
It doesn't matter. we·re going to blank his memory anyway
MORTON
t think we should lose the arm••• Whad'ya think, Johnson?
JOHNSON
He signed the release ~arms when he joined the force. Legally he's dead. We can do pretty much what we want.
MORTON
<1eaving ). Lose the a.r;n.
TYLER
Okay, shut him down and prep him for sui--gery.
CLICK. The lights go out.
TECHNICIAN 1 CV.O.>
Can you bring the system up for a
minute. t gotta check something.
116 SNAP! we·..-eback in the lab again. Morton, Johnson and
two suits, MARKETING and LEGAL study us. A Technician
hovers over us with a comple~ mechanical arm. Thousands
of shiney steel tendons wrap the limb. The table we're
on elevates and turns as the Technicians struQgle to·
connect the arm.
MARKETING TECHNICIAN 1
Our studies have shown the Thanks. CAn you move
importance of Human Recog- him to the left••• keep
nition Factor in the accep- going .•• okay, hold it.
tance oT authority.
TECHNICIAN 2
LEGAL Attach neural connectors
We're getting into shakey G-17, R-1, A-44•••
territory here. It's not
clear what what the legal TECHNCIAN 1
ram1fi~ations would be if Watch his head ••• Ok•y,
a former associate were to tilt back •••car ■ ful•••
recogni=e the deceased. uh-huh, right there •••
MORTON TECHNCIAN 2
Look, he's a law enforce- don·t worry about the ***
ment product. He should S-serias••• it's a tempor-
look like a tough son-of- ary patch •••Arne, give
a bitch! me a ODQ, 4 amps over•••
The fingers of the mechanical hand open and close. CLICK!
117 A BLUR OF LINES, targeting sites and data rip across the
screen in 611 directions.
ROOSEVELT (V.O.l
Co-me on. Let·s turn him on.
118 SNAP~ We're looking at the face of a drunk Roosevelt. ***
She's holding a glass of champagne. Tyler •nd lots of
Technicians in various states of inebriation.
TYLER
Happy New Vear!
We turn our neck and take in the room.
TECHNICIAN
Hey! He's looking at us!
Scientists and Technicians raise their glasses and blow
their noise makers. The Female Scientist leans over and
gives us a kiss. CLICK, we·re out.
119 UNDER A PLASTIC SHROUD -- SOUND ON
MORTON <V.O.l
•••we get the best of both worlds:
The fastest reflexes modern tech-
nology has to offer, onboard
computer-assisted memory, and•
lifetime o+ on-the-street law
enforc:ement "proi.trillmming."Iwould
like to present •••RoboCop.
The shadow of a hand gr•bs the plastic shroud.
1.20 ROBOV!SION
We are unveiled. We step into a large room filled with ***
OCP EXECUTIVES, Scientists and Technic:ians. Data chugs
up the screen as we analyze everything we 5ee. A sudden
burst of applause as we walk foreward into the room. As
we pas5 a mirror, we catch a glimpse of blue steel.
1=1 EXT PRECINCT -- NIGHT
A motorcade cons15ting of three white station wagons and
an all-white semi pull up in front of the Precinct. A
small army of Technicians exits the st•tion wagons and
heads for the semi. Now a dark s•dan pulls up on the
opposite side of the street. Morton and Johnson get
out.
122 !NT PRECINCT -- BOOKING DESK
Not much going on. A couple COPS take witness r•ports
at booking terminals. A family sits on a long bench,
waiting. A smart-ass PRISONER bores Reed with his r~.
PRISONER
I'm what you call a repeat offender, man. I repeat, I will offend again. You see, I get my orders from a high•r source.
REED
Shaddup, asshole.
123 THE FRONT DOORS
open and Morton walks in like he owns the place.
Johnson and Or. ROOSEVELT hurry to keep up. A sea o-f
Technicians surge in carying boxes.
MORTON
There's a holding cell on this floor that's set up for observation.
ROOSEVELT
<studying a floorplan) Yeah, Uh-huh. Looks perfect.
Four men edge through the door with a large piece of
equipment resembling a chair.
REED
Hey, hey, hey, hey! What's this all about?
MORTON
Who is this guy?
JOHNSON
<checking• file} Sergeant John Reed.
MORTON
This is official OCP business, so •• please..• get lost.
(back to business)
I figure we got four or five days set-up. After that •••
Morton and Roosevelt exit. Johnson hangs back. Reed
fumes for a second, then grabs the phone.
REED
This is bullshit! I take my ordera from cops •••
He trails off, slack-jawed. The cops stop what they're
doing. Everybody stares.
124 WHAT THEY SEE
Two Technicians hold the doors open and Robe steps
through. He scans the room, taking in everything, th ■ n
walks past. The cops are suspicious, impress ■ d,
curious ••• this is like no cop they've ever seen before.
The Prisoner is wide-eyed.
PRISONER
What is this shit •.•7
1::5 !NT F'RECINCT --CORRIDOR
Six COPS crowd a wire-glass observation window looking
in on the holding cel1. Technicians help Robe into the
chair.