"ROBOCOP" (1987)

DETROIT

The Future

New Technologies have left Detroit behind. In the wake of this changing economy has come poverty, social decay and crime.

This is a story about a cop named Murphy.

past four monolithic skyscrapers that rise above this crumbling industrial city, down into:

(stubby police cars built over twin turbines) rolls through the bad part of town at 3 a.m. Now the back-up car appears, two blocks behind the lead car. Spotlights play across alleys, storefronts, a crumbling MoonCorp billboard that promises: 8.8 TAX CREDIT ON 20 YEAR FAMILY CONTRACTS!

Two cops, FREDERICKSON and CONNORS, monitor an impressive array of electronics. Readouts pump cop information. These guys are dressed for heavy urban crime: Padded body suits, high-impact plastic chest armor, sleek helmets. Up ahead, the lead car's brake lights flare.

moves along a wall. These cops work together every night.

The lead car takes off, turning a corner.

watches the point car turn the corner on his center position Hunter Map. The cars appear as glowing red dots on a moving city grid. Frederickson drives.

Conners looks at Frederickson.

ALCOTT and DUFFY are sharing a private joke. Duffy chokes back laughter.

Frederickson and Connors are skeptical now.

Alcott and Duffy's laughter comes over the ComLink. Connors giggles and Frederickson rolls his eyes. The laughter stops abrubtly in a shout of terrible surprise and a rush of static.

that was Unit 143 bursts suddenly, covering the screen and filling the cockpit with

looks at Frederickson. Frederickson hits the gas.

blasts around the corner, lights blazing and sirens yelping, and then comes to a sudden stop.

Frederickson and Connors are frightened by what they see. Connors unsnaps the riot gun from the dash.

TurboCruiser 143 burns and belches black smoke. The armored bodies of Duffy and Alcott spill into the street.

scowls, pissed, and hits the door.

get out of the car. Frederickson heads for the burning car. Connors moves to the middle of the street, turning in slow circles, checking doorways and windows and rooftops with the bayonet-mounted flashlight on his riot gun.

reflects in Frederickson's visor as he leans down close to Duffy. It's clear now that Duffy is a woman.

Frederickson moves quickly to

He's still alive but in convulsive shock, shot through the chest. He's not going to make it.

moves in tighter circles, faster, getting nervous.

Ka- CHUNK! Connors pivots, leveling his riot gun. A five shotgun barrage cuts him down.

comes up shooting. Muzzle flashes illuminate dark shapes that close in on him. He's hit in the leg but he stumbles to the TurboCruiser and drags himself inside.

fires the turbines as he closes the door. Monitors and readout's respond. He slams into drive and looks up.

explodes into shards.

that walk past Connors' body, past a gangmember, EMIL, who shakes a spray paint can, past another gangmember, LEON, who puts a gun to Alcott's head and stops his convulsions.

walks past the smoldering wreckage of TurboCruiser 143. He's a tough guy with glasses; very smart, very mean.

Frederickson is spaced out, blinking. Clarence smiles. He has charm.

Frederickson turns slowly to look at Clarence. The right half of his face is badly damaged.

Clarence shoves the car into drive with the muzzle of his autoload. Frederickson struggles to steer. The car moves away slowly, drunkenly, leaving behind

Clarence shoulders his autoload. Emil, the youngest, sprays huge numbers on dead cops...29...30...31. JOE snaps his fingers and STEVE lights a Camel. BOBBY picks up Connor's riot gun and tosses it to DOUGIE. A police car burns behind them.

Frederickson is terrified. He's dying and he knows it.

High energy news music over slick montage of modern Detroit featuring the cheerful faces of co-anchors JESS PERKINS and CASEY WONG. The hyper, up-beat NARRATOR says, "This is MediaBreak. You give us three minutes and we'll give you the world!"

Jess, 33, is cool blond, very poised, and all business. Casey, 38, Eurasian, suit and tie, flat-top haircut and lots of teeth stares straight at us with a fixed look of concern.

He's mobbed by REPORTERS as he leaves his office at City Hall. Two aides follow carrying boxes.

Understated concern, just the facts. Behind him, mini- cam footage of last night's massacre in Old Detroit. Three cop graphics marked out by large red X's.

smiling in reference to a live action clip framed behind her. Three DOME KIDS pound out digital R&B on sleek guitars and keyboards. Behind them the lunar sea shines through thick glass windows... the camera work is amateur.

The curves of a WOMAN become the curves of a car. "It's back..." We're moving around an enormous sleek sedan. Dual exhaust, mirror paint. "Big is back!" The Woman's reflection walks through the lines of the car and as we follow her around the front of the car we are suddenly sucked into the giant shark maw air intake. " And it's got Turbine Power!" In the roar of blue flames, her animated lips beckon. "6000 BUX. An American Tradition."

A SMARMY DOCTOR shows us around his high-tech clinic: "Is it time for that big operation? This may be the most important decision of your life. Come down and talk to one of our qualified surgeons at the House of Hearts. We have a complete line of Jarvics and limited supplies of the new Jenson SportsHart. Three year warranty, complete financing, qualifies for a health tax credit. Remember, we care!"

Serious now, in depth.

55, handsome, a sleek silver fox, very confident.

a MAN with an athletic bag as he walks past bullet riddled TurboCruisers where COPS unload MANGEY SUSPECTS from a PTV (Prisoner Transport Vehical). He uses a card key to open a door marked POLICE ONLY.

Lots of cops standing at booking terminals. Wounded cops and suspects alike, families, lawyers and bail bondsmen crowd the guy in charge, SERGEANT REED (50, very gruff, built like a tank).

pushes his way through the crowded room and steps up to Reed's bench and drops his badge in front of Reed.

lots of 1oose locker doors slamming as cops of both sexes change in and out of uniform. Three wall-mounted TV's pump out information. This precinct was built in the late 70s, and it's falling apart now. STARKWEATHER, nearly naked but wearing his helmet, monitors the department ComLink.

He moves to

Murphy suits up, climbing into a standard issue padded body suit with two patches on each shoulder: DPD and OCP.

and a CLERK with a box enter and head toward Frederickson's locker. Everyone notices except Kaplan.

Kaplan shuts up as Reed shoulders past him to Frederickson's locker. He slides nameplate off and tosses it in the box. Now he opens it and the Clerk begins to clean it out.

Cecil the clerk looks up from his box and squints at all the angry cops. Reed turns to Kaplan, glaring, then moving on.

holsters his 9 mm service automatic, slings his helmet and slams his locker door.

goes berzerk suddenly. A little cop, LEWIS, grabs him. The prisoner lashes out with manacled hands. Lewis goes down hard, gets back up, and systematically beats the hell out of the guy.

The prisoner drops to the ground, unconscious. Lewis heads for the booking desk.

climbs into his elevated chair. Below him, Murphy stands.

pulls off her helmet. She's got a strong, pretty face. Her eyes are very clear. She shakes Murphy's hand.

jump into their TurboCruisers and fire twin turbines. Lewis -- chewing gum, all business -- leads the way to their car. She opens the door.

He gets in, smiles big as he pulls the door shut, and fires the engine. Lewis walks to the other side of the car, scowling. Murphy hits the gas.

that idle at the mouth of the exit ramp, cops from the night shift swapping war stories with cops from the day shift. Murphy accelerates, blasting between the two cars and up the ramps. He looks over at Lewis to see how she's taken it. She blows a bubble and breaks it.

leaps into the street and races away from

rises 151 glass and steel stories above the city. This is the corporate headquarters of OmniConsumer Products.

MUZAK: Young Professional Overture. Meet three young executives as the step into the elevator: MORTON, 28, a hyper, agressive snerd; JOHNSON, 43, black, glasses, a middle management lifer; and KINNEY, 26, trying hard but ultimately the wrong man in the wrong place. The doors nearly snap shut on Kinney as he gets in. He grins.

The elevators door open and the three executives walk fast down the hall, joining other EXECUTIVES on their way to the big meeting. Pictures on the wall show the many and varied divisions and subsidiaries of OmniConsumer Products: Travel Concepts, Community Concepts, Entertainment Concepts, Security Concepts... the products and degree of specialization are endless. Johnson lowers his voice now because there are other people around.

They reach the big double doors marked BOARDROOM. Morton holds the door and takes it all out on Kinney.

Morton, Johnson and Kinney take seats along the wall. The long boardroom table is reserved for brass. Above the table a rack of monitors broadcasts the CMI logo silently. Dominating the table is a delicate model city of bridges, spires and gardens. If it were real, you'd want to go there.

The OLD MAN (a corporate king, benevolent now because he's unapproachable) and Dick Jones confer quietly.

As he stands, the monitors above him roll a slick montage.

The information on the monitors above him suggest a corporation with the scope and influence of an emerging Western nation. Jones is putting on a good show.

He pauses at the boardroom's huge double doors.

open on ED 209, a robotic, seven-foot headless hunchback with arms that end in cannon muzzles. Executives "ooh" and "ahh" this fancy piece of technology. Morton can hardly contain his disgust. The robot steps into the room flanked by a scientist, DR. MACNAMARA and several TECHNICIANS with a rolling test cart.

MacNamara nods to the Technicians who huddle briefly over the test cart, "GIQ?...10 over...OK?...AOK?," and break to make final adjustments. 209 flexes it's robotic limbs, assuming control.

Jones opens a sleek black case. Inside is a chrome SC-357 Magnum. Kinney takes the gun, examines it and looks at ED 209. He's having second thoughts and Jones makes the most of it.

Kinney draws a tentative bead on ED 209. The robot reacts with surprising speed, pivoting to face the threat.

Kinney is ready to piss his pants. Several Executives including Jones chuckle at his discomfort.

Kinney drops the gun and it thumps into deep pile carpet.

MacNamara shares an anxious look with his Head Technician. They both head for the test cart.

Suddenly, a burst of sparks and a sharp pop emanates from ED 209's shoulder joint. Jones is suddenly concerned. Morton notices. Something is very wrong here. Kinney tries to get out of the way.

One of ED 209's deadly arms cocks into firing position and sweeps the room, tracking Kinney's awkward retreat. Executives gasp and duck.

ED 209 fires an extended burst, catapulting Kinney across the boardroom table where he lands on the fragile model of Delta City and reduces it to rubble.

Technicians scramble to shut ED 209 down. He turns on them, issuing warnings. Someone's on the phone, screaming, "Hello, Medical Concepts, get a paramedic team to the 151st floor right now!". Executives shriek. Blood runs in the tiny streets of Delta City.

Morton sees his chance and grabs it.

The Old Man leaves. Jones lights a cigarette, glaring at young Morton. PARAMEDICS explode into the boardroom and go to work on Kinney.

Morton and Johnson ride down in the elevator. Morton is elated, almost dancing, a sort of touchdown shuffle.

They fall silent. MUZAK: Young Professional Victory March.

Burned out buildings line the street. The TurboCruiser is parked at the curb. Murphy leans on the hood listening to cop chatter on the ComLink and practicing a gun trick.

Lewis pays for coffee with a credit card. She walks back to the car and sets the coffee on the hood. Murphy flips his gun and guides it into his holster. He does it again.

Lewis laughs a little, chugs coffee. A BEEP-TONE sounds.

comes to life. Information moves across the VU screen. The Etak sorts through grid maps at high speed.

toss their coffee and head for the car. When Murphy reaches the driver's side, Lewis is already sitting there. She smiles and pulls the door shut.

settles into the passenger seat and gives her a look. Lewis hits the gas, pretending not to notice.

The van is crowded with men, weapons and charred sacks of money. Adrenalin is pumping.

He throws a handful of charred bills in Bobby's face. Emil, the wheel man, checks his rear view mirror.

Dark streets howl by. Lewis hits switches and suddenly the TurboCruiser strobes to life with lights and siren.

Everyone looks scared. Clarence crams gum in his mouth, chewing furiously.

closes on the van fast. Murphy has his gun out.

Everyone has a shotgun pointed at the rear doors of the van. Bobby sits ready to kick the rear doors open.

Bobby kicks the doors open, and everyone fires at once. But there's no TurboCruiser, only empty street. Clarence's men are confused. Leon turns on Emil.

And the TurboCruiser swerves in from the left side. Lewis swerves across the road and Murphy fires into the van. Bobby is hit in the leg. Joe and Steve fire their autoloads wildly. Lewis makes another pass from the right and Murphy's bullets slam into the van and ricochet. Bobby screams and screams.

the van swerves back and forth trying to shake Lewis. Murphy reloads. Lewis sees something coming too late.

is tossed kicking and screaming from the back of the van. His body hits the hood of the TurboCruiser and smashes into the windshield, sticking there, blocking any view of the road. Lewis fights the wheel as the TurboCruiser jumps the curb and mows down a row of parking meters. The white van makes a quick turn and disappears.

Bobby, unconscious or dead, hangs hideously in the windshield. Murphy pushes him out and off the car. Lewis slams into reverse, brakes and takes off again.

roars away full throttle and takes a hard right turn.

hangs over the white van, doors open and empty. The TurboCruiser pulls up silently to the side of the warehouse.

Murphy punches in on the keyboard. The VuScreen tells him: ALL UNITS PRESENTLY ENGAGED -- ETA: 20 MINUTES. Murphy and Lewis look at each other.

and Lewis get out of the car.

Lewis shoves a stick of gum in her mouth.

Murphy points to the front entrance. Lewis nods, chewing gum, indicates a stairway leading to the second story.

He stands for a moment in the white light of the moon and then he's gone. Lewis heads up the stairs that climb the side of the buiding.

with Murphy as he ducks between stacks of cargo containers that form a labyrinth across the vast warehouse space. He hears voices and moves towards them.

moves quietly past towering stacks of crates. She hears a door open and flattens herself against the wall. Someone unzips and starts to pee. It streams around the corner.

on the move across the warehouse floor. He stops, listening. Someone's watching TV. He moves quietly, getting closer. He peers around a corner and sees Dougy and Emil sitting on dilapidated furniture watching TV. Emil lights a Panama Super ciagrette.

Murphy retreats, working his way around the other side.

next to the freight elevator, and Lewis puts a gun to his head.

Joe looks down... this is embarrassing.

A blackjack drops into Joe's empty hand. He faces Lewis.

Lewis looks down for a split second and Joe belts her in the face and knocking her back into the open freight elevator shaft. Joe dives for his autoload.

lands hard in puddles of dark water and grease, blood on her jaw, out cold.

stands over the open shaft, zipping his fly. He shrugs grabs his shotgun and heads off.

steps up behind Emil and Dougy.

Dougy grabs for his shotgun and Murphy fires. The bullet goes through Dougy and takes out the TV. Emil looks at his own gun uncertainly.

Emil drops his autoload. Murphy kicks it away and comes up with a pair of handcuffs, nervous about the shot he fired.

comes to. She moves stiffly. Everything hurts.

moves to cuff Emil. Suddenly, he hears the action of an autoload. KA-CHUNK. He looks up. Chan covers him from above, Leon moves in from the side.

Murphy sets his jaw as Leon puts the barrel of the autoload against his neck. He lets his Mateba fall. Emil twists away.

looks stunned. She makes a running leap, grabs at grease encrusted cables and starts to climb. She falls back hard, the cables tearing into her hands.

and saunters up to Murphy, shotgun tipped casually at his shoulder. He walks around Murphy, inspecting him.

Clarence clubs Murphy viciously behind the knees with his autoload and Murphy hits the ground. Joe arrives, out of breath as Clarence stuns Murphy with a blow to the face.

Clarence hovers over him.

Clarence steps on Murphy's arm, playing to his gang.

He puts the muzzle of the autoload to Murphy's wrist and pulls the trigger. Murphy's right hand is blown off. He gasps and grabs his wrist. He's never known so much pain. He struggles to stand.

claws her way up the cable, inching upwards, sliding back, using all her strength. Murphy's ragged breathing comes to her over the ComLink.

grins, shoulders his shotgun and walks away as Murphy struggles to stand.

Emil blasts Murphy in the chest, knocking him across the warehouse floor. Joe and Chan move in, firing.

swings out of the elevator shaft and races into a towering maze created by stacked pallets of beer cans.

A blast spiderwebs his armor and another blows it away in shards. Steve fires at close range, twice, and blows Murphy's right arm off.

runs, turning through the alleys of the labyrinth, desperate, frustrated, while shotguns boom in the distance.

His helmet is blown off the top of his head. Joe and Emil fire together, blasting Murphy's legs. He struggles to stand on his broken limbs.

This is how things look when you're dying. The room is a blur. The faces of the gang swirl in front of him, threatening, leering... Emil... Joe... Chan... Leon... Clarence.

looks at each other. The bloodlust has cooled. Joe shrugs.

Clarence steps foreward, pulls a black Desert Eagle from his belt, aims and blows off a piece of Murphy's head. Murphy goes down and stays down.

They melt away into the dark warehouse.

and running and running. She rounds a stack of cargo containers and stops short, grim, staring at

in his own blood.

Outside she hears the van screech away.

dwarf Lewis as she kneels beside Murphy's body.

idles as two PARAMEDICS lift Murphy into a pod on the landing skid of the helicopter. His good arm falls limp. One Paramedic straps the arm down as the other revs the helicopter.

He jumps in and the helicopter rises, banks and roars away.

stands all alone, looking small, oblivious of the prop wash that blows tears back across her face in streaks.

The Helicopter soars over the river underneath a full moon. We hear the steady THUP-THUP-THUP of the helicopters blades.

Through all the blood, his eyes flicker, darting wildly.

The flashing lights of the MediVac and the city below begin to bleed together. The THUP-THUP-THUP of the helicopter becomes Murphy's HEARTBEAT. It's slowing down.

HEARTBEAT: We're hovering directly over Murphy's body on a gurney as a team of DOCTORS and NURSES race down a hospital corridor. They're working hard t save him. As we hit the OR doors, FADE.

HEARTBEAT: We're underwater. We break surface, fighting. MOM smiles down on us, reassuring: "Keep your head above the water... you're going to be all right." FADE.

HEARTBEAT: We're flailing and punching at a mean-looking KID, and he's giving it back. Other kids in the schoolyard egg us on, "Com'on, Murphy." "Get'em, Murphy." FADE.

HEARTBEAT: A PRETTY GIRL, filled with youth and hope, runs and jumps into our arms and leans in to kiss us. FADE.

HEARTBEAT: The Pretty Girl, ten years older, our WIFE, stands with our SON. Move away fast and FADE.

A STRAIGHT GREEN LINE AGAINST BLACK: The scream of an EKG machine. "I've got a straight line." A Doctor yells, "Crash cart, 10 ccs adrenalin, stand clear."

ZZZAP! Emil stands before us, leering. FADE. "Hit'em again."

ZZZAP! Joe stands, grinning. FADE. "Again."

ZZZAP! Chan smiles, placid. FADE. "Clear."

ZZZAP! Leon takes his bow. FADE. "Once more."

ZZZAP! Clarence smiles and bids us goodbye. FADE TO BLACK.

"That's it. He's gone." Then: "Okay, hook him up, patch him up, and I'll make the call." The voices fade...SILENCE.

The ELECTRIC PULSE of an artificial heart begins.

WHITE STATIC thunders through us. It sparkles and dances, almost alive. Now it fades, and

A GRID OF GREEN LINES fills the screen and then snaps off.

COLOR BARS pop on. The colors change hue as the color balance is adjusted. VERTICAL HOLD goes out. Someone says, "Shit!" and shuts us down. BLACK.

SNAP! We're inside a complex laboratory. TECHNICIANS hover around us. The world goes from black and white to color. "Are we locked in?" A Technician peers in. SNAP! BLACK.

SOUND, then CLICK, we're on again: Technicians and SCIENTISTS stand around. Morton gives us a cool, paternal look. Johnson stands behind him.

CLICK. The lights go out.

SNAP! We're back in the lab again. Morton, Johnson and two suits, MARKETING and LEGAL study us. A Technician hovers over us with a complex mechanical arm. Thousands of shiney steel tendons wrap the limb. The table we're on elevates and turns as the Technicians struggle to connect the arm.

The fingers of the mechanical hand open and close. CLICK!

A BLUR OF LINES, targeting sites and data rip across the screen in all directions.

SNAP! We're looking at the face of a drunk Roosevelt. She's holding a glass of champagne. Tyler and lots of Technicians in various states of inebriation.

We turn our neck and take in the room.

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.

The shadow of a hand grabs the plastic shroud.

We are unveiled. We step into a large room filled with OCP EXECUTIVES, Scientists and Technicians. Data chugs up the screen as we analyze everything we see. A sudden burst of applause as we walk foreward into the room. As we pass a mirror, we catch a glimpse of blue steel.

A motorcade consisting of three white station wagons and an all-white semi pull up in front of the Precinct. A small army of Technicians exits the station wagons and heads for the semi. Now a dark sedan pulls up on the opposite side of the street. Morton and Johnson get out.

Not much going on. A couple COPS take witness reports at booking terminals. A family sits on a long bench, waiting. A smart-ass PRISONER bores Reed with his rap.

open and Morton walks in like he owns the place. Johnson and Dr. ROOSEVELT hurry to keep up. A sea of Technicians surge in carying boxes.

Four men edge through the door with a large piece of equipment resembling a chair.

Morton and Roosevelt exit. Johnson hangs back. Reed fumes for a second, then grabs the phone.

He trails off, slack-jawed. The cops stop what they're doing. Everybody stares.

Two Technicians hold the doors open and Robo steps through. He scans the room, taking in everything, then walks past. The cops are suspicious, impressed, curious... this is like no cop they've ever seen before. The Prisoner is wide-eyed.

Six COPS crowd a wire-glass observation window looking in on the holding cell. Technicians help Robo into the chair.

Banks of equipment surround the chair. Technicians monitor readouts and run tests. Robo leans back in his chair. Indicator lights go on above his head. Morton watches as ROOSEVELT, TYLER and other Scientists make adjustments.

Indicator graphics and information readouts pop on and off in reaction to what we see but never completely obscure our vision... the ultimate "heads up" display.

This is the shape of maps to come.

Morton presses a button on the processor unit. Brown paste pumps into a paper cup. He tries some.

rolls down the line as COPS exercise their revolvers. Now, above the steady thunder, GUNSHOTS louder and more distinctive than the others. Several cops stop shooting to investigate.

fires double-handed with fierce concentration, scoring 87. She hears the gunshots now and turns as cops move past her down the line.

Lewis pushes her way foreward to get a better look. Cops talk, low.

fires his huge Auto-9 surrounded by Scientists and Technicians wearing hearing protectors. Morton, smiling, has his fingers in his ears. Lewis pushes her way to the front as Robo drops one clip, loads another and resumes firing with military precision.

Bullets pound through paper like machine gun fire and form a perfect circle in the head of the target. A similar nine-point circle already outlines the target's "heart."

exhange glances, impressed.

reloads and fires, the clip falling at his armored feet along with expended shell casings.

is shot ragged, falling apart as the alley fills with smoke. The digital readout above the target reads 100.

finishes firing, spins the A-9 on his finger and twirls it into his holster.

watch, impressed. Manson looks at Kaplan, wagging his eyebrows. Kaplan spits.

is stunned. She's seen this before, and she steps up to Robo as he passes, but he walks right past her

Tyler, Roosevelt and Technicians hover around us with clipboards and checklists. Morton paces, excited.

Tyler points at objects with his pen. Command Graphic: TARGETING. Lines vector and form a targeting grid wherever he points. A Technician says, "Check."

Command Graphic: VOICE STRESS ANALYZER. A complex analysis of Tyler's voice is rendered. "Check."

Command Graphic: RECORD. A small screen is defined in the upper right hand corner. Now the image expands and fills half the screen. Tyler is saying, "Bring it up to half..."

Morton bends down close and we see him in tandem on both screens.

Command Graphic: PRIME DIRECTIVES. They chugs up the screen.

DIRECTIVE 1: Serve the public trust. DIRECTIVE 2: Uphold the Law. DIRECTIVE 3: Protect the innocent. DIRECTIVE 4: [CLASSIFIED]

recites for Morton.

and several other cops are writing out reports at terminals. Robo and Morton enter trailing Technicians.

Stoic, Reed tosses a set of keys to Morton. Robo snatches them in mid-air.

Robo heads for the door.

A shiney new TurboCruiser is parked out front. Robo gets in, fires the turbines and roars off into the night.

Hard-driving, inner-city cop music. The TurboCruiser races along empty streets.

drives. Street lights flare across the visor of his helmet.

The road ahead races toward infinity. On the dash, monitors flicker and burp cop talk. Our own internal readouts change and flash over all of this... information and more information. Take it all in.

A small neighborhood store. MOM runs the register. POP chainsmokes behind the counter in the liquor section and watches the immensely popular Bixby Snyder Show on the overhead TV. A KID cruises the candy rack. When no one's looking, he slips a candy bar into his jacket pocket.

The bell over the door rings. DING! The HOP HEAD, a big mean guy with a serious drug habit, walks in. He's wearing a stained overcoat. He looks at magazines. Sweat pours off his face. He selects a particularly lurid skin magazine. Mom and Pop exchange a glance. The Hop Head and heads for the register and throws the magazine on the counter. Mom smiles sweetly.

The Hop Head draws a machine gun from inside his overcoat and waves it in Mom's face. Pop is horrified.

Mom fills a plastic bag with money from the register.

hits a concealed button inside the register drawer.

gulps hard as his eyes go wide.

Pop is very nervous now. He can't make his old fingers work the combination on the store safe fast enough and it makes the Hop Head crazy.

He pulls the bolt back. The door flies open. DING! It's Robo. The Hop Head looks a little startled. He's never seen a cop like this before. Instinctively, he trains the machine gun on Robo.

The Hop Head fires three times. Bullets bounce off Robo's armor and hit things in the store: A freezer case, a bottle of catsup, the overhead TV.

Robo moves in on the Hop Head. The Hop Head fires again, point blank. Mom and Pop hit the floor as bottles of booze behind the counter are shattered by richochetting bullets. Robo grabs the barrel of the machine gun and crushes it.

He uses the gun like a club and knocks the Hop Head across the store with incredible velocity, destroying displays and smashing him head first through a floor-to-ceiling freezer case door.

has found his hero.

stick out through the shattered freezer case door in a mess of blood and ice and glass.

DING! Robo walks out. Mom and Pop and the Kid watch him go. The Kid takes the candy bar out of his pocket and puts it on the counter.

Robo drives along dangerous tenderloin streets. People are out: pimps, prostitutes, junkies and assorted low-lifes. A neon sign advertises Girls! Girls! Girls! and the reflection moves across Robo's visor.

A call flashes across the VU screen. Robo hits switches. Sirens yelp and lights flash red and blue. Robo drives hard, jaw set. Somewhere there's a crime happening.

A WOMAN screams as she is grabbed by one of two CREEPS who are chasing her. She drops her purse and pulls away from the guy and her dress rips across the front. She's a good looking woman but this isn't a nice way to see her. She turns and finds CREEP 2 waiting.

Creep 2 snaps open his MacSems fighting knife and hacks at her hair. Tears of fear and humiliation spill down her face. She elbows Creep 1 and tries to kick Creep 2.

A HUGE SHADOW falls across the Creeps and an EXTREMELY LOUD VOICE shatters the night.

Robo walks toward them. The tilt compartment on his leg opens and the Auto-9 slides into his tempered steel hand.

Command Graphic: PUBLIC ADDESS. Creep 2 grabs the Woman around the neck and holds his knife under her chin. He doesn't see what we see:

Command Graphic: TARGETING. Lines vector and search the Woman's profile for a safe shot at Creep 2. There is none. The Woman struggles, and Creep 2 lifts her off her feet. The targeting sights merge between the woman's legs and lock on Creep 2's newly exposed groin.

is getting crazy.

Robo fires. A bullet burns a hole through the Woman's dress, and Creep 2 goes down screaming, holding himself, writhing on the ground with blood between his legs. The knife clatters to the ground in front of Creep 1. He looks for a way out.

Creep 1 raises his hands. Robo cuffs one hand, jerks him around a street sign and cuffs the other. The Woman throws her arms around Robo, weeping. Robo stands rigid.

Command Graphic: VOICE STRESS ANALYSER. Tears stream down the Woman's face... anger relief fear all at once.

stands impassive, a soldier doing his duty.

drives through empty city streets as the sun comes up. He passes a huge sign advertising Delta City that promises "The Future Has a Silver Lining".

and Manson and two other cops hang out near their TurboCruisers, drinking coffee, waking up. Robo rolls by, slowing to study the other cops. It makes them uncomfortable. Robo drives on by.

drives on, searching, hunting. A beep-tone sounds, and ALL UNITS flashes across the VU-screen.

The TurboCruiser blasts away from us.

TurboCruisers and a SWAT van are parked in front of City Hall. Cops and SWAT team members take cover behind open car doors, guns drawn and pointed toward a third story window. Huge searchlights wash across the building. SPECTATORS and REPORTERS are kept behind the police line by Ramierez and Starkweather. Robo pulls up and gets out of his car. SWAT team commander LT. HEDGECOCK and a police CAPTAIN argue as Robo scopes out the problem.

Robo crosses behind them and heads for the building.

Machine gun fire erupts from the third story window, kicking up ashpalt at Robo's feet. Robo draws his A-9 as he reaches the front door. The Captain looks at Hedgecock and then keys his megaphone.

Robo heads for the stairway, taking them two at a time. Outside, we hear the Captain talking over the megaphone.

stands to one side of the window with a Mini-Uzi trained on his hostages. His business suit is dirty and rumpled. He hasn't slept in days and one of his eyes twitches impulsively as he crams a Mars bar in his mouth. Candy wrappers and spent cartridges litter the floor.

MAYOR GIBSON, black, 45, distinguished, and his aides are huddled together in a corner. The DEAD AIDE lies nearby, the wall behind him spattered with blood.

turns a corner and walks past a heavy wooden door with a sign over it that says, "Mayor."

Command Graphic: THERMOGRAPH. Vague outlines of Miller and his hostages, but nothing clear as we move past the door.

Robo enters and surveys the room. Miller can be heard quite clearly now next door. Robo holsters his gun and runs his hand along the wall.

doesn't like the sound of this.

He pulls Gibson to the open window and puts the barrel of his mini-gun to the Mayor's temple.

Command Code: THERMOGRAPH. Much clearer now. We see the computer-enhanced outline of Miller and the Mayor at the window. Miller becomes even clearer as he steps back closer to the wall.

backs away from Gibson, pushing his head firmly against the window sill with the gun, prone for execution.

punches through the wall and grabs Miller in a choke hold. Miller fires wildly. The Mayor and his aides hit the deck as bullets tear up the room. Robo's left arm punches through now and pulls Miller kicking and screaming and shooting through the wall.

pulls Miller and part of the wall into the room. Miller brings the Uzi up in a shower of plaster and lathe, still firing. Robo punches him once, very hard.

sees something and signals to his Cameraman. The Cameraman drops to one knee, rolling tape.

over hand held footage of Miller's body exploding out of the third floor window and hitting the ground. Police scramble foreward.

A PRESS CONFERENCE: Lots of reporters, lots of TV cameras, lots of questions. On the dias: Robo, Morton, Johnson, and other Executives. Johnson is speaking, pointing first to Robo and then to Morton. Morton basks in the attention.

A SCHOOLYARD: Robo walking, surrounded by excited kids and reporters. An OCP Media Support Team brings up the rear. Suddenly a microphone is thrust at Robo.

Helicopters unload troops at a resort hotel. Lots of dust, gunfire, and prop-wash withered palm trees.

A NETWORK LOGO dazzles us. A slick, energetic NARRATOR says, "Tonight on It'S Not My Problem!" Two beauties with monster tits kneed dough behind the counter of a Topless Pizza Bar. Comic BIXBY SNYDER leans into frame complete with bow tie, "I'd buy that for a dollar." Massive canned laughter. "It's Bixby snyder tonight at eight. Be there!"

A family plays an elaborate board game. The DAUGHTER picks a card and accuses, "You crossed my Line of Death!" The MOTHER looks across at her pipe-smoking HUSBAND charging, "You haven't dismantled your MX stockpile!" A tense stand-off, everybody watching everybody, until the SON hits his red fire button. A holographic nuclear explosion mushrooms from the middle of the board. Everyone falls back laughing. NUKE'EM... Get them before they get you! "Another quality home game from Butler Brothers."

The new Morton (new hair style, new clothes, new glasses) talks with the confidence that comes with success.

Morton smiles, charming, self-assured.

as Morton stands and the News Crew begins to break down their gear.

MUZAK: American Patrol. Morton walks down the hall. People say hello, and he nods. Another executive, WALKER, falls in with him.

They stop at a door marked Executive Washroom. Both pull out gold cardkeys and laugh. God, it's great to be young and upwardly mobile. Walker opens the door.

Miles of tile and beveled glass... signs point the way to the jacuzzi, the gym, the sauna and everything else you need to combat stress and fatigue here at the top. Two EXECUTIVES are at the sinks, a third is taking a piss. Morton and Walker unzip in tandem and join him.

The other Executives look up, interested.

The two Executives at the sinks exchange looks and head for the door where they are joined by the third Executive who is still zipping up. Morton and Walker notice.

A stall door opens. Dick Jones walks to the sink and begins to wash his hands. With painful determination, Walker exercises samuri control over his body and stops peeing.

He turns, zipping up, a stain spreading near his crotch as he rushes away. Morton cringes as Jones walks up behind him and literally breathes down his neck.

Morton zips up, pushes past Jones and heads for the sink. See panic in his face when he looks in the mirror.

Jones leaves.

Morton in the mirror as the door slams behind Jones.

pulsates with color. A gentle rush of voice and musical tones. Suddenly a DARK IMAGE cracks the light and just as quickly it is gone.

asleep in the chair. He grimaces.

eating and talking. Telemetry units pump out reams of graph paper. Through a window, Robo sleeps in his chair.

jaw tight, sweating. The rush of voices grows louder.

is suddenly shattered by the DARK IMAGE: Shadows with shotguns move in as they fire.

sits up with a start. Panels of indicator lights on the chair flicker in rapid succession.

Outside Robo stands up. The Technicians notice.

leans against the wall, hitting on FOLEY, a pretty lady cop.

The holding cell door flies open with force. Robo walks away down the hall. Roosevelt checks his watch and bolts for the observation room door.

Roosevelt pushes past the two Technicians and rifles through graph paper, comparing readouts. The Technicians know they're in trouble.

and her new PARTNER escort a handcuffed PRISONER toward the double doors that enter the Precinct. Robo steps through the door, heading out. Lewis watches him pass, then:

She heads after Robo.

Robo opens the door. Lewis walks up, unsure. What do you say to this guy?

Robo turns, stepping closer to Lewis. It makes her nervous.

Lewis waits but Robo isn't talking. He's analyzing. Data and grids crunch by.

Command Graphic: WORKING. Then, Command Graphic: PRIME DIRECTIVES:

DIRECTIVE 1: Protect and serve the public trust. DIRECTIVE 2: Uphold the Law. DIRECTIVE 3: [ CLASSIFIED ]

utterly silent. Finally:

We study Lewis's face, analyze it with all our systems as she leans in, questioning. Now she frowns.

steps back, cautious.

He slides into the car and fires it up.

watches him drive away, confused and unsure. She turns as Roosevelt jogs up. He don't look happy.

Morton races in with Reed. He's going to get to the bottom of this fast and take it out on Reed in the meantime.

Near the door, Tyler waits, worried, a sheaf of telemetry paper in her hands. Morton grabs the papers, makes a show of looking at them (but he probably doesn't understand them) and keeps going. Tyler falls in beside him.

And now they reach Roosevelt who stands glowering over Lewis. She is sullen, defensive, maybe a little pissed off.

Morton hustles away with Roosevelt and Tyler in tow.

And they're gone.

A lonely place in the middle of the night near a freeway overpass lit by a huge electric sign spells out "SHELL." Someone riding a battered grey motorcycle roars into the station.

The ATTENDANT, glasses and pimples, concentrates hard on his Analytic Geometry textbook. He looks up when he hears a tap-tap-tap on the booth's glass window.

Emil, Clarence's wheel man, stands there, leering, using the barrel of his MAC-10 to get the attendants attention.

The Attendant empties the cash drawer into the slide drawer and shoves it toward Emil. Emil pockets the money with one hand and holds the gun on the Attendant with the other.

The Attendant nervously punches buttons with one hand. Emil backs towards his bike. The numbers on the pump go to zero. Emil pulls down a hoze and inserts the nozzle into Emil's bike. The feed hose flexes as gas is delivered at high pressure.

Points the gun at the Attendant's booth, grabs a cigarette out of the pack and lights it with one hand.

Robo looks down at the gas station, a well-lit oasis in the middle of a dark city.

Command Graphic: NIGHT VISION. A video enhanced view of the gas station; a man stands near the pumps, pointing a gun at the booth.

continues to give the attendant a bad time.

hit the pavement. He moves with quiet precision.

pulls on his cigarette, having a good time. He hears something and spins around to see

standing there, his gun drawn.

freezes. He drops his cigarette. His eyes dart wildly.

The cigarette smolders on the ground. Now we zoom in close on Emil's face.

has heard these words before. He stares at Robo, staggered by nightmare deja vu.

It's all too much. He opens up with the MAC-10 and dives for cover behind the gas pumps. Bullets bounces off Robo's armor and shred the gas pumps. One severs the feed hose and gas sprays out under high pressure.

can't believe what he's seeing. Pink gas washes the glass window of the booth. He grabs his books and runs away as fast as he can.

fires, advancing to his bike. Fountains erupt from gas pumps as he riddles them with bullets. Gas seethes across the pavement, lapping at his shoes. He panics.

Command Graphic: TARGETING. Behind the ruptured pumps, Emil jumps on his bike, and jams it into gear. The bike slips and broadies on the fuel slicked tarmac. And now we're moving very quickly, racing toward

It smolders on the ground. Tiny fingers of gasoline race to meet it.

is terrified. The bike inches foreward as the rear wheel spins furiously, spraying gas. The bike hits dry ground and leaps away. Emil holds on for his life.

steps on the cigarette just before the gas reaches it. Gas floods the pavement around his feet. Suddenly,

explodes. Robo is engulfed in flames and Emil, leaning low on the bike, races ahead of the fireball.

blackened mechanical legs step through the burning rubble.

Command Graphic: TARGETING. Vectors lock on the escaping Emil as we clear the fire, raise our blazing arm and fire.

flips violently. Emil goes flying.

opens his eyes as smoldering steel hands pick him up, lifting him past Robo's fire-blackened legs and torso until he is eye-to-eye with Robo.

Command Graphic: RECORD. Emil is delerious. He smiles as we record his face front and side. Behind him the gas station goes up in flames.

Bright flames refect in his visor as the underground storage tanks explode.

Emil leers an idiot's grin and passes out. A fire ball plumes skyward toward the giant SHELL sign and the "S" explodes in a shower of neon sparks... Robo, flames and "HELL."

We are walking down a corridor towards a double door marked Police CompuLab fast. Ten information LOADERS look up from their workstations as the doors open. They look a little shocked.

scurries to the front counter. He's scared and it makes his speach impediment worse.

Cecil adjusts his glasses and tries to be brave.

Robo pushes past Cecil and steps up to the CFN terminal. Cecil blusters in front of him, summoning righteous indignation but stops short when Robo raises his arm and makes a fist. TCHIKK! A metallic strip snaps into place, protruding from his knuckles.

react to this. Cecil jumps back. Robo ignores him.

inserts the metallic strip into an access port. Hundreds of mug shots flash across the screen. The reflected faces race across his visor.

Command Graphic: PLAYBACK. The mugshots we took of Emil at the gas station play. Recreate his face in vectors, scan and turn and analyze.

The vector analysis of Emil's face appears on the screen other the blur of mug shots. Suddenly a mugshot of Emil freezes. His rap sheet appears. His known accomplices are listed along with mug shots and rap sheets... Joe, Chan, Leon, Clarence.

We scan Clarence's lengthy rap sheet, stopping at:

Suspect, MURDER: DPD Officer A.J. MURPHY File Access Code ▲ XJD5183

Command Graphic: PLAYBACK. Lewis appears quarter screen. She says, "Murphy... it is you."

ENTER ▲ XJD5183

tilts his head as new information flashes on the screen.

appears along with the following information:

MURPHY, Alex James KIA 3128 Primrose Lane DPD 1D# 8788 [DECEASED] CLASSIFIED

stares at the screen, Murphy's face reflected across his visor.

[ D E C E A S E D ]

The TurboCruiser rolls past a street sign: PRIMROSE LANE. The sky darkens overhead. Each residential unit in the complex is identical except for color and condition.

pulls up in front of a weathered pre-fab house. There's a FOR SALE sign pounded into the overgrown lawn. He checks the address: 3128 Primrose Lane.

Robo tries the door... it's open. Thunder rumbles overhead. He pushes the door open.

The house is a compact, sensibly designed living space. Lots of built-ins, smart appliances... an electronic cottage. Suddenly, MUZAK: Fanfare for the Model Home.

Monitor, phone, command keypad... all built into a cheap, pracitical unit. The monitor flickers to life with the logo InterSpace Network and a happy SALESMAN wearing a bow tie.

Irritated, Robo walks away.

Robo stands in the empty room. The ComUnit pops on and the Salesman continues his rap.

Robo scans the room. Pictures and furniture bleed into the room, shimmering. The TV is on and Murphy's Son is watching TJ Lazer. On screen, LAZER blasts a bad guy and spins his gun into his holster. Now he turns to us as he fades away.

stands, confused by this experience, then moves to the

Submarine style, very functional, lots of built-in appliances, another ComUnit. It comes to life as Robo passes. He picks up a lone coffee cup in the empty open shelving that says "World Class Husband."

Robo sets the cup on the counter a little too hard. The handle off breaks in his hand.

flashes on as Robo walks by. The Salesman talks fast.

Robo steps in. Lots of mirrors make the room look bigger than it is. The ComUnit clicks on.

We scan the empty room. The furnishings bleed in as MURPHY'S W1FE walks by in her robe heading for the bathroom. Robo follows her.

She drops her robe and steps into the steaming shower. She turns in the door.

is left looking at himself in the bathroom mirror. He touches the visor of his mask. The ComUnit snaps on next to the mirror.

Robo shoves his fist through the screen.

in puddles and rain pours as Robo walks among the tombstones. Robo walks between wind whipped trees. Thunder rolls as lightening snakes across the sky.

with each crack of lightening. The faces of the gang swirl in front of us, threatening, leering...Emil... Joe...Chan...Leon...Clarence. And now we come to a

with a raised white cross which reads: ALEX MURPHY, Beloved Husband and Father, RIP.

The thunder storm rolls through the city with rain and warm wind.

MUZAK: Brazilian Samba. Glass and electronics dominate. The curtains are blowing in from the balconey. Morton lays down lines for himself CHARDRA, a model of the Eurotrash Exotica variety.

can almost taste it. He scoops coke into a spoon and heads for the balcony.

Chandra's exotic partner-in-crime, stands in the warm rain wearing a sapphire cocktail dress.

She turns as Morton raises the spoon. Cocaine spills off her cheek, across her chest. Morton sees his chance and grabs it.

He leans in kissing at her neck, licking, working his way down between her breasts. Chandra giggles as she joins them. But now she pouts.

The doorbell rings.

He knows he's about to get it like he's never had it before. He opens the door. A KILLER sticks the barrel of his gun in Morton's nose. Morton sees him but we don't. Morton backs into the room... lots of terror, very little dignity.

Tawny and Chandra grab their clutch bags and edge quickly toward the door. Impulsively, Chandra checks her lipstick in a compact mirror.

And they're gone. As the door closes, Morton is shoved across the room. Morton summons what little courage he has.

twist a silencer onto the end of the gun. We hear TUNELESS HUMMING. The gun barrel drops. FOUR QUICK SHOTS.

goes down, shot in the legs, crying out, whimpering something like, "I can't believe this is happening..."

puts a small WatchMan TV on the table and presses a button. The HANDS move to the coke supply, take a sloppy pinch, SNORTING SOUNDS, more humming, grab a cigarette and light it. Morton tries a different tact.

rubs up against the Killer's legs. The Killer's HAND scratches the cat's ears.

is in terrible pain, he's been shot, and his cat is in heat for the Killer.

is placed on the mirror table by the Killer's HAND. Clink.

silently says "no" over and over again.

pulls the pin on the grenade. The spoon flies across the room and lands near Morton's cat.

strugges toward the mirror table as the Killer stands.

steps out of Murton's apartment. As he pulls the door shut we see Morton reaching for the grenade. At the last possible moment, Morton's cat slips out. Clarence heads down the hall, humming. Behind him the door is blown off its hinges.

washes across the windshield as Robo drives through Old Detroit, hunting, searching. He flicks the input strip on his fist and plugs into the access port next to the crime computer on the dash.

comes alive with facts and figures and a brace of photos: Joe, Chan and Clarence. A hardcopy feeds out of the printer.

roars past a Delta City sign that says:

The Future Has a Silver Lining D E L T A C I T Y

The TurboCruiser idles nearby. Robo shoves a NERVOUS PIMP against a wall and shows him the picture. Thunder. Frightened, the Pimp shakes his head -- No.

two HOOKERS wait out the rain, shivering. Robo stands in the downpour with the mug sheet. They confer briefly, then shake their heads -- No.

The rain has stopped by the streets are still wet. A row of ten TEENAGE GANGMEMBERS on their knees, hands on top of their heads, facing a brick wall. Robo walks behind them, holding the photograph inches from each one's face. In turn, the tough kids shake their heads -- No -- but the last guy hesitates. Robo steps on his leg. He points to Chan. Robo picks him up by his collar and the kid talks fast. Robo drops him heads for the TurboCruiser.

This is the biggest processing lab in the city. Built in what was once a supermarket, the floor-to-ceiling windows have been painted out and a wheezing pharmaceutical assembly line sprawls across the flourescent lit interior, grinding sifting and bottling cocaine. Workers wearing protective masks tend the line. Overhead on catwalks, guards with shotguns keep an eye on the workers. Coke dusts the air.

Clarence and SAL, a fish-eyed man in a bad suit, walk through the lab. Sal is flanked by two BODYGUARDS wearing heavy iron in shoulder holsters. Leon and Joe trail further back. Chan wanders past noisy machines on the line, balancing his autoload. He stops, helps himself to a sloppy nose full of cocaine, then heads off in another direction.

Frankie draws his big, ugly magnum. Chan steps around the corner behind Sal, cocking his shotgun, sliding it under Sal's chin. Everyone in the lab stops what they're doing to watch the outcome. Clarence pats Sal on the cheek.

behind Chan flexes violently and falls open to reveal standing in the doorway, his A-9 out and ready to do business. Chan pivots to face him. Sal's other bodyguard draws his gun. The Workers on the line go for a handy assortment of automatic weapons. The guards overheard cock their shot guns.

Command Graphic: COMBAT MODE. A moment of disbelief flickers over the faces of this small army of hoods. Lightening analysis of positions and armament: 15 TARGETS... 9 SHOTS [FULL] Leon looks annoyed and goes for his gun.

All hell breaks loose as everyone with a gun opens fire. Clarence hits the ground. Behind him, Chan fires, cocks and fires again.

Bullets and buckshot glance off his armor. He uses his forearm to parry a bullet aimed at his face. All the while his A-9 blazes. Clarence scrambles to get away from Robo and all the firepower directed at him.

is blown off his feet into Sal's lap. Leon stands exposed, struggling to get his own gun out.

Frankie's eyes cross as he takes a bullet between them. His sidekick is spun around by Robo's bullets into the path of automatic gunfire from the Lab Workers.

empties his .45 double-handed. A bullet blows two of his fingers off and sends the gun spinning away. A Hood next to Leon takes one through the chest. Leon grabs Joe and pulls him through a fire door. An alarm sounds.

The targeting grids dance from one Hood to the next and we pick them off methodically. TARGETS: 10...9...8... 2 SHOTS REMAINING... [RELOAD!] Two more Hoods go down.

grabs Sal by the neck and hurls him across the room. He drops a clip and reloads in one smooth action.

duck as Sal's body hits the rack of glassware and falls across a rotating filler/sorter machine. Plumes of cocaine cloud the air. Lab Workers return fire from behind the moving bottling machinery.

Command Graphic: COMBAT MODE. The methodical extermination of bad guys continues. TARGETS: 7...6... 7 SHOTS REMAINING... On the catwalks, above, the Shotgun Guards fire and retreat behind cover. Vectors suggest possile strategies.

both guards come out to fire. Robo fires, spins, and fires again. One guy thuds to the ground. The other guard, hit in the neck, wedges his foot and hangs from the catwalk upside down.

spins again and levels his A-9 at

He pulls the pin on a grenade. The room has been decimated around him. The dead Shotgun Guard hangs behind him by his heels.

jaw set, the meanest cop that ever lived staring over the barrel of a smoking Auto-9, steps closer.

bares his fangs.

smiles slightly. Then he grabs Clarence.

and crashes through a painted floor-to-ceiling supermarket window. Another window shatters when the grenade goes off outside.

spins the A-9 into its holster as he crosses the room, all business, stepping over several dead thugs and through the shattered window.

howls as he smashes through another window back into the lab. Blood from the hanging guard spatters his face.

hovers over Clarence, ominously, and cuffs him.

Clarence screams as Robo hoists him to his feet by his handcuffs.

Command Graphic: RECORD. Clarence hits the jamb hard. He turns to back to Robo.

Command Graphic: VOICE/STRESS ANALYSIS. Green letters print out 93% TRUTH PROBABILITY.

crashes head first into the TurboCruiser door.

He opens the car door and shoves Clarence inside.

is on a rampage. Kaplan and Starkweather brave the storm.

Reed turns to the growing group of cops that have come in from the locker room. He glares at first one, then another, looking for proof that this isn't true.

fly open. Robo drags Clarence in and throws him against the booking desk. Clarences snarls like a trapped animal.

He turns, looking at the other cops for a moment, then heads out the door.

are a panorama of reactions... impressed, confused, angry...and then there's Lewis who just looks concerned.

MUSIC UP: Hard-driving and ominous. The sharklike nose of the TurboCruiser leaps out into the street.

drives, his jaw set, grim.

Command Graphic: PLAYBACK. Clarence's confession plays quarter screen over and over again as we twist and turn through dark city streets. "I work for Dick Jones. He's the number 2 guy at OmniCon... DON'T YOU GET IT?!"

blasts through the squalor of Old Detroit.

Jones is at his desk, talking on the phone.

He hangs up, thinking, drumming well-manicured fingers on rosewood. He slides open a desk drawer and takes out a CompuMap card.

is activated. A blinking red dot is moving toward the center. Robo is coming.

The TurboCruiser crosses into the financial district. Above dozens of brightly lit skyscrapers rises the imposing OmniCom Tower.

The TurboCruiser turns and heads down a ramp into the parking garage beneath the OCP Tower.

Robo pulls the TurboCruiser into a space near the elevators. Two exhausted EXECUTIVES, ties loosened, stare as Robo gets out of the car. Robo ignores them.

Robo pushes the call button. He waits. DING! The elevator doors open and CLERKS and SECRETARIES push nervously past Robo. He steps in and the doors close.

waits. DING! The elevator pauses at the 73rd floor. the doors open and a cleaning woman, EMMA, backs in with her cleaning cart. The doors close. Now she looks at Robo.

Robo nods.

DING! The elevator doors open and Emma pushes her cart out. Robo walks down a long corridor.

reaches a set of double doors marked: Dick Jones, Senior President -- Security Concepts Division. He opens the door.

is empty and dark. Robo walks past three desks and through a door marked Private.

is a huge L-shaped room, dark except for the glow of city lights below. Someone lights a cigarette. It's Jones.

steps foreward, his hand hovering near his handcuffs.

Robo reaches for his handcuffs and freezes.

pump up the screen:

DIRECTIVE 1: Protect and serve the public trust. DIRECTIVE 2: Uphold. DIRECTIVE 3: [CLASSIFIED]

Directive 3 is flashing. Beep-beep-beep... And now it is revealed:

DIRECTIVE 3: OCP Product ID# 943054-SC

///An OCP Product shall not act against OCP's best interests///An OCP Product shall act against any Senior OCP Officer///An OCP Product shall not...

buckle. His arms go limp. The handcuffs fall on the desk. He struggles against his own failing body.

leans foreward, interested.

Directive 3 continues to flash as the system by system shutdown continues. A frenzy of warning lights and a blur of data as we collapse. Now video break up distorts our vision. Jones stands, looking down.

struggles drunkenly for his gun, pulls it clear of the holster and then drops it.

Jones presses a switch and the lights come on.

stands behind Jones. He cocks both arms into firing position and moves around the desk toward Robo.

Robo is blown through the door and slammed into a desk by the impact of ED 209's bullets.

His visor is cracked and beneath it we see a human eye blinking.

lumbers foreward, looming. He swings one of his cannon muzzles like a club. THWACK!

crashes through the double doors and hits the opposite wall hard enough to dent it. He shakes his head as

walks foreward through the splintered double doors, raising the cannon muzzle like an executioner and bringing it withing inches of Robo's face.

slams his fist against the cannon muzzle as hard as he can, deflecting it as ED 209 fires.

blows his own arm off. He examines the smoking stump.

struggles to his feet, holding his head, barely able to stand. He staggers down the hall.

pivots, leveling his remaining cannon arm, and fires a small smart rocket from the launch tube next to the machine gun port.

looks over his shoulder and sees what's coming.

streaks down the hallway toward

He dodges around a corner. The rocket follows. Robo hits the ground and the rocket overshoots him.

A fireball consumes a bank of windows on the 112th floor.

Jones is on the phone. He has to shout to be heard above the gunfire and explosions.

ED 209 Iumbers along, searching for Robo. Suddenly, Robo blindsides him, knocking ED 209 against the wall. ED 209 fires, tracking Robo's retreat and shredding portraits of OmniCom's finest executives that line the wall. Robo leaps through a door marked STAIRWAY.

Robo staggers and falls down the stairs, leaking fluids.

enters the stairwell. He pauses at the first step. His feet are much larger than the individual steps. He takes a tenative step, then another, then teeters foreward, losing his balance and tumbles end over end to the next landing and crashes through the handrail. Now he faces the turtle's dilemma. He flails his arms and legs, trying to flip himself over. Frustrated he starts shooting.

staggers down and down and down. Gunfire echoes.

Jones pokes his head into the decimated corridor. Emma rolls her cleaning cart around the corner. She looks at the destruction, then at Jones.

Robo falls through a door marked STAIRS. As he climbs to his feet, he is hit by ten spotlights.

stands in the cover of a SWAT Team van with a bullhorn. COPS and twenty fierce ASSAULT TEAM OFFICERS are in position behind a barricade of TurboCruisers.

looks confused as weapons are cocked up and down the line.

exchange glances.

makes a run for it as the SWAT team opens up. The opening barrage knocks him off his feet. He struggles for cover behind a concrete column as bullets dent his armor.

has the firepower of a small army. Each man is a professional doing what he does best.

makes a dash for the next column. Bullets pound his helmet. He covers his face like a boxer, running until another fusillade knocks him down. He stumbles, crawling, as bullets chew holes in his armor.

track him with the barrels of their guns, firing constantly.

reaches cover pushing painfully to his feet against the column. The bullets stop. He braces himself and sprints with the last of his strength. The world explodes around him again. He throws himself over a low concrete wall.

Robo lands painfully, armor ragged, one leg badly damaged. He limps up the ramp to the street. Sirens fill the air.

barks orders on the radio as cops jump for their cars.

staggers, falls and grabs a wall for support.

leap out into the street like jackals.

claws his way along the wall. At the end of the alley, a TurboCruiser wails around the corner, lights flashing. Robo crashes into a row of garbage cans and falls into the street.

raises his head at the approaching lights.

bears down on him, siren howling, lights blinding.

staggers to his feet.

screeches to halt and the door flies open.

blinded by the lights, barely able to stand. His fists are clenched, ready to fight.

steps out from behind the door, hands empty.

stares, dropping his guard. He teeters and Lewis rushes to his side to support him.

MUSIC UP: I Love Detroit! Lots of brass and precussion, fireworks over the city at night, and three drancers: A WOMAN on rollerskates, an enthusiastic BUSINESMAN, and a BLACK MAN wearing a lab coat. They sing, too: I love Detroit, it's the place to be / Business and Pleasure! / The sights and the weather! / Detroit's the place for me! Sponsored by the Committee for Corporate Concern.

Happy, bright, successful young people.

A doctor is reading from a prepared statement. Several women weep.

ANIMATION WITH HAPPY MUSIC: A dapper BOY DOG sniffs the air, following a SCENT, tail wagging in anticipation. The SCENT leads us to a pretty GIRL DOG. Boy Dog makes bedroom eyes at the Girl Dog, mounts her, and wails away until a NEW SCENT drifts past his nose. He leaves the Girl Dog behind (she looks a little annoyed) and follows the NEW SCENT to a bowl piled high with FELIX FOOD. "Everything your dog needs in just one can."

Behind him a graphic of a police officer in a circle with a line through it... international symbol for "No Cops."

rolls down a city street. Pull back for JUSTIN BALLARD- WATKINS. Supered over: Live 10:03.

holding a hammer. Behind him, boarded up windows. Super over: Peter Whitley, Home-owner.

bearded, stoned, a button that says, "US out of Mexico." Super over: Keva Rosenberg, Shopkeeper.

with a beatific smile. Super over: Sister Theresa Platek, St. [illegible in source scan: PDF page 83, printed page 79] Center.

Clarence Boddicker walks along the war-torn hallway of the 112th floor, humming tunelessly, wearing a garrish Hawaiian shirt. WORKMEN hammer and paint. He comes to Jones' office and walks through the splintered double doors.

Busines goes on despite the destruction. Three SECRETARIES, the finest money can buy, answer phones. Clarence steps up to the prettiest one. Her nameplate says "BARBARA."

Jones sits at his desk looking out over the city. He holds the CompuMap card. The red light pulses on the edge of the screen, still. Clarence enters, humming.

Clarence makes himself at home, dumping chunks of cocaine on Jones' rosewood desk, cramming gum in his mouth, crushing coke with Jones letter opener, cramming coke in his nose. Jones spins around in his chair.

Jones tosses the CompuMap card on the desk top. Clarence takes two deliberate hits of crack.

Clarence picks up the CompuMap Card.

with its pulsing red dot.

Lewis pulls up in a TurboCruiser. What was once a massive auto assembly complex is now a crumbling ruin. She drives through a three-story high door into the dark interior.

Lewis maneuvers between piles of rubble. On the seat next her are two cases of baby food, SPINACH and STRAINED BEEF.

An empty space the size of three football fields. The walls are tumbling down and most of the ceiling has collapsed. The Turbocruiser winds its way across the floor.

drives carefully. Up ahead, Robo sits on the open floor hammering on his damaged right leg.

pulls up and Lewis gets out with the baby food and a leather satchel. The sound of hammering echoes.

has stripped off some of the outer armor plates and exposed comlex inner workings. We see flexible steel "muscles" at work as he hammers at a twisted plate, pulling it back from the damaged leg. Lewis drops the satchel near him. CLANK. Robo stops working and digs into the satchel. His helmet is badly damaged... the human eye takes Lewis in.

Robo takes several sophisticated hand tools out of the satchel, then a small cordless power rachet.

He fits a bit on the power rachet and shoves it up under the lip of his helmet near his temple. ZZZTTT! A two-inch machine bolt screws out of his head at an angle and falls to the floor. Now he applies the rachet to the other side. ZZZTTT! Now he grabs his helmet and lifts.

watches. She steps closer, curious but apprehensive.

hits the floor and teeters.

moves closer, intrigued. She looks around and picks up a shiney scrap of metal.

She holds the scrap of metal. This is the first time we see Robo's face. It distorts in the makeshift mirror.

Murphy's eyes, but flecked with tiny glowing LED's in red, blue and yellow.

studies his new face. It is an elegant blend of flesh and steel. Two recessed organic access plates have been installed on his forehead. What's left of his hair is a haphazard scrub that ends abruptly in ribbed titanium just past the crown of his skull. He touches the back of his head, feeling the metal in the place he took Clarence's final fatal shot with distaste.

watches with compassion. She reaches out to touch the flesh part of his face.

knocks her hand away. His left hand is badly mangled.

hesitates, moving closer, trying to find the right words.

absorbing this. He goes back to work on his leg.

reaches out to help, but Robo waves her away.

She backs away, confused and a little hurt.

burns. Robo works on his leg with a torch. He tosses baby food back, half a jar at a time as heats a bent steel "fibula" until it is red hot. He throws the empty jar aside and it breaks off somehwere in the dark. TINK!

Now he pounds the metal back into place with a hammer. He stands, carefully, testing the smoking leg. He grabs another jar of baby food and opens it, eating as he walks past the

where Lewis sleeps behind the wheel despite the crackle and cop chatter coming over the ComLink. He bends down and opens the leather satchel with his free hand.

a new Auto-9 gleams with oil in the pale moonlight.

takes it out, gives it a little spin to check the balance, and shoves it in his holster. He heads back to the fire, tossing aside another empty babyfood jar. TINK! He grabs another jar opens it, and stands looking out over the broken walls at the throbbing city skyline.

spikes high in the sky under a full moon. Command Graphic: PRIME DIRECTIVE. They chug up the screen over the Tower.

DIRECTIVE 1: Protect and serve the public trust. DIRECTIVE 2: Uphold the law DIRECTIVE 3: CMI Product ID #943054-SC

Directive 3 begins to flash. Now we look up at the moon. The Directives disappear, and the moon hangs huge in the sky, pulling at us.

sleeps in the cramped cockpit. Blue light from the VU screen flickers across her face. A gunshot wakes her. A moment later TINK! She jumps out of the car and sees

standing among the broken walls under the moon. He knocks back another jar of baby food and tosses it high in the air, tracking it and firing. A moment later, TINK! He has missed again. He holsters the gun, grabs a full jar and opens it.

walks up, nervous, unsure. Outside somewhere a burglar alarm goes off. Then two more. They exchange meaningful glances... somewhere there is crime happening.

She grabs three jars of babyfood. She puts each one at a different level on a crumbling wall. She points at the first jar.

Command Graphic: TARGETING. The targeting grids are spacially askew. We're pointing the Auto-9 twenty degrees to left of target. Lewis walks up, smiling, and redirects the gun. Now she moves behind us.

leans in close, standing on her tip toes to sight along his arm. Her head touches his.

Command Graphic: TARGETING. The two grids merge and lock on the jar of baby food. Command Graphic: RECALIBRATION. We fire and hit the jar. We move to the next jar. The targeting grids follow suit. Outside, alarms are now ringing all over the city.

sights along his arm again, making a tiny adjustment.

looks across at the OmniCom Tower.

He fires, breaks the second jar, tracks and hits the third.

smiles enigmatically, grabs three more jars and tosses them one after another.

cute babies laughing on the label, are splattered by three quick shots as they arc past the moon.

Emil leans against a wall next to the display window of an appliance discount house, smoking. The white van is nearby. Alarms are ringing close by. He looks at his watch. He looks up as a car roars by... almost out of control.

throws his cigarette after it. He looks at his watch again. He's very bored. He looks around, then shatters the display window with a roundhouse kick. The alarm goes off. Emil grabs a radio and turns it on. HOT FUNK MUSIC: "Suck it up until you can't feel it...". He's happy now.

pulls up across the street. The windshield is spiderwebbed, the steering wheel is in pieces and the dash is caved in. Clarence ane Leon get out. Clarence is wearing a heavy flak jacket. Three grenades hang on his chest. Leon's jaw is wired shut. Emil shows off his prison shirt, laughing.

Clarence breaks out the crack, welcoming his boys back.

butterfly bandage across his nose, pulls up in an immaculate black 6000 SUX. It's identical to Clarence's only nicer.

smiles, opening the trunk of his own SUX. Inside are four bulky but lethal looking rifles... 20mm Cobra Assault Cannon with video targeting sights. Clarence grabs one, cocks it, and fires at Joe's new car.

THUNK! A 20mm hole appears in the side panel, then BOOM! the front end of the car is blown away. The 6000 SUX lurches foreward like a dead horse.

is devastated. Clarence throws him the smoking Cobra, then passes them out to Leon and Emil.

drools over this major piece of hardware. He fires three times into the appliance store from the hip.

is rocked by three explosions. Toasters and TV's are blown into the street... this is a messy weapon.

Joe fires a round at a fire hydrant. Water spouts 30 feet in the air. Joe giggles, the loss of his SUX completely forgotten. Emil and Joe start shooting up the street.

shows Leon the CompuMap card. The red dot is pulses, still.

Leon cocks his Cobra.

approach a pet store window, their Cobras leveled and smoking. In the window, a PUPPY paws at the window, tail wagging, yapping.

Emil and Joe exchange evil glances. Joe raises his gun.

looks like Beruit. The SUX and the van roar away, tires smoking. Suddenly the van screeches to a halt in front of the pet store.

at Emil and tips the barrel of his Cobra out the window.

Joe fires twice, and the pet store explodes, ba-BOOM!

through an embattled shopping district. Lewis drives, Robo rides. Outside the world is coming apart at the seams.

We pass a car, upside down, on fire. LOOTERS smash store windows with pipes, grabbing merchandise. A mob throws a bus stop bench through the front doors of a liquor store. Someone yells, "Hey everybody... drinks on the house!"

brakes suddenly. Three looters run across the street. One carries a TV, another struggles with a twisted bundle of fur coats, and the third man shoulders a hind quarter of beef.

Looters have smashed the windows and are coming out with tennis rackets, skis and lots of guns. The Chinese owner, LEE, appears from inside with his own gun, hysterical.

redneck and proud of it, steps through the broken doors with a deer rifle and shoots Lee in the leg.

He fires carelessly, kicking up pavement near Lee. It's a rowdy crowd. They start shooting off guns like kids with fire crackers. Lee cringes.

sets his jaw. Lewis is grim. Robo opens the door and gets out.

thinks for a moment, then twists her own shield off, hits the lights, grabs a riot gun and gets out of the car.

walks toward the Sporting Goods store, drawing his Auto-9.

takes aim across the roof of the TurboCruiser.

raises the Auto-9 over his head and fires three times.

Many are armed, others hold TV sets, scuba equipment, chrome racing wheels, someone bounces a basketball. Ike Bender, nobody's fool, steps foreward and chambers a round.

fires. Ike takes a bullet in the shoulder and goes down. The deer rifle clatters to the pavement. Robo fires four times.

skates and twists as bullets pound it.

gasps. Several people drop their guns immediately. The man with the basketball lets it go... it bounces away.

covers her partner from behind the TurboCruiser. She looks up as

pulls up to the curb down the block.

wonders where she's seen this van before.

stares the mob down. A DRUNK from the recently looted liquor store staggers up holding a bottle.

staggers back, dropping his bottle.

watches the van. Now a door opens and Joe steps out with one of the massive Cobra ACs.

opens fire.

dive for cover as explosive rounds tear up the street. Explosions send Looters flying through the air. Now the Looters are in a true panic, screaming, running, heading for home. An exploding round flips a manhole cover like a coin.

struggles to his feet. The manhole cover flattens him.

returns fire, running for the TurboCruiser. A shell misses Robo and hits a

A 20mm twist bullet imbeds itself in the pole and burrows in. A moment later it explodes, shattering the lightpole like shrapnel. Robo drops to one knee, dazed.

jumps in the TurboCruiser and guns it into a tire burning turn. She drives expertly, using her free hand to fire the shotgun at Joe through the passenger window.

ducks for cover behind the van door. He brings the Cobra back up and returns fire.

stops and Robo jumps in. A round explodes near the car, blasting out the windshield. Lewis, face cut, hits the gas.

Lewis punches it then stops hard to avoid hitting several panicked Looters. She swerves right, then left, dodging Looters and explosions.

snaps a spent clip out of his Auto-9. He's bleeding from a gash in his cheek. Lewis wipes blood out of her eye.

leaps out of an ally and clips the front end of the TurboCruiser. The TurboCruiser spins like a pinwheel.

fights the wheel. She throws the car into reverse.

The TurboCruiser howls as it hits high speed in reverse. Metal hits pavement and plows a wake of sparks. The SUX comes on fast.

drives, looking over her shoulder. Robo pounds a fresh clip into his gun.

bears down. Leon is driving and Clarence is hoisting a Cobra out the side window. Command Graphic: TARGETING.

opens fire.

Clarence and Leon duck as the windshield spiderwebs and falls away under fire.

sees the white van slide to a stop in the intersection ahead. Joe jumps out, drawing a bead. A sign flashes by: RIGHT TURN ONLY.

whips into a narrow alley. The SUX wails past the mouth of the alley. Lewis blasts down the alley in reverse.

turns to Lewis as she spins the car through a bootleg turn at the outlet of the alley and kicks in the afterburners.

The front of the TurboCruiser is bucking and dragging in a rooster tail of sparks.

The white van charges after the TurboCruiser.

Emil lets out a little war cry and bounces in his seat. Joe leans his Cobra out the side window.

are blasted by 60 mph wind. Leon uses his hand to his eyes as a shield. Clarence puts on a pair of sunglasses as they overtake the van. Clarence signals to Emil, shoving gum in his mouth and balancing his Cobra over the dash.

Explosions right and left. A shell hits the right engine.

are rocked by the explosion as the right rear flames out. Half the guages on the dash drop simultaneously. Lewis hits the fire control buttons. She wipes more blood out of her eyes. She's pushing the car for all its worth. Warning tones sound and panel lights flash as Robo reloads his gun again. His last clip.

Robo looks over his shoulder.

swerves up behind the TurboCruiser. Clarence fires twice, missing. Lewis powers the TurboCruiser through a corner and heads over a bridge.

The SUX flies over the bridge followed by the careening white van. They slam on their brakes.

and gate looms across the street at the end of the alley. Lewis looks at Robo. He nods.

hits the fence at 60+, and the cyclone fence flies apart in several massive sections. The TurboCruiser spins out in the steelyard. Lewis guns the remaining turbine and drives the car through the cavernous doors of the Foundry building.

jump and buck over what remains of the fence. There are signs on the sprung gate... OK STEEL WORKS -- CONDEMNED... NO TRESPASSING...DOG ON DUTY. They pause outside the Foundry doors.

gets out of the van. Emil hits the horn.

snarls at Emil and Joe as Leon steps out of the SUX.

cut through holes in the ceiling. The space is huge, damp from the rain, piled with the remains of what was once a thriving steel plant. The white van ghosts the SUX as it rumbles toward a set of doors 100 yeards ahead. Joe and Leon walk point in the headlights. Everyone's edgy. Water drips. This is a spooky place.

struggles with the bulky Cobra. Somewhere near by a dog growls, then starts to bark.

checks the rear view mirror.

grabs for his cigarettes.

walks backwards, looking for something to shoot at. A second dog snarls. Joe turns quickly looking.

up ahead, a DOBERMAN with a taped ear snarls is joined by the first dog, a mangey GERMAN SHEPHERD. Both dogs start to bark.

Joe fires a salvo and the dogs run for it as smoke and slag dust cloud the air.

laughs nervously. The dust clears as the gang emerges from the Foundry. Emil looks up from lighting his cigarette. It droops.

stands near a cluster of sagging chemical tanks. He has his gun out. The moon is high over him.

hesitates for a moment. Emil lights his cigarette. Leon looks a little scared.

And then he hears the whine of a turbine engine.

charges from behind, Lewis at the wheel.

Emil can't believe what he sees in the mirror.

rams the van and rams it again, tires digging in.

pumps the brakes in a panic. He looks back and sees that he's being pushed. He looks ahead and sees a peeling yellow storage tank clearly marked DANGER -- TOXIC WASTE.

kicks in the after-burner and then hits the brakes hard.

Emil's van punches into the tank and stops. The rear doors blow open and Emil is washed out screaming in a flood of foaming corrosive chemicals. He touches his face and it comes away in strings of flesh. Melting Emil runs blindly through the battle, flailing past

who shoots as he retreats, and smacks into Leon.

Leon races for cover. Emil stumbles and falls, writhing on the ground.

Twist bullets whine by. Command Graphic: TARGETING. The targeting grids flicker over Clarence's face. He ducks and hits the gas.

fires three times as the SUX bears down on him. Bullets spark off the hood. The SUX clips Robo, knocking him across the yard, and heads for the for the largest building in the steelyard, the Pressing Plant. The TurboCruiser roars after it. Joe and Leon scramble for better position, firing at

He rolls to his feet as the ground explodes around him, running hard for the cover of the Pressing Plant, turning to fire two well-placed shots that make

duck. They come back up firing but Robo has disappeared into the Pressing Plant.

swerves and weaves between ancient hot rolling presses and the huge girders that support the ceiling. The TurboCruiser shadows its every move.

smashes into the back of the SUX. Clarence twists and turns but Lewis pulls up beside the SUX and grinds into it, forcing Clarence toward a rolling press.

veers away, dodging machinery. He reaches across the seat for his Cobra as Lewis pulls in behind him again. He juggles the big gun, tipping it out the side window. He looks up.

It's Emil, the incredible melting man. He staggers, mouth corroded into a gaping silent scream, arms flailing in the air.

flattens Emil, smashes up against the length of a rolling press, and rolls.

watches the SUX crunch into a support girder. She brakes to a stop 40 feet away. Clarence is slumped over the wheel, his head on the horn. His Cobra A/C lies on the ground near the car.

hears the horn and changes direction.

pulls himself up on a catwalk. He looks across to

who climbs the last few stairs to the glass operations booth suspended high above the plant floor. He signals across to Joe, pointing toward the sound of the horn, then smashes the door open with the butt of his Cobra. Inside, are dusty consoles full of switches. Joe lopes along the catwalk.

smokes and the horn blares. Lewis approaches carefully. She kicks the Cobra aside, wary of Clarence, still slumped at the wheel. She opens the door. Clarence coils back and shoots her three times with his .45.

is knocked back violently as bullets tear into her chest, her side and her leg.

runs across the open floor. Banks of lights go on overhead.

spots him below. He points and shouts.

throws breaker switches and the vast space around him is suddenly lit. Now he smashes one of the huge glass windows over the plant floor with the barrel of his Cobra.

climbs stiffly out of the car. He sees Robo coming and makes a move for his fallen Cobra A/C.

aims and fires.

goes down. He coughs, and gets back up again. There's a huge dent in the flack jacket. A flattened slug falls to the ground as he takes off running.

aims again. Joe appears behind him on a catwalk and opens fire. The ground explodes under him and he goes down, rolling, returning fire, stopping when he reaches

Her body is rocked by the explosion of a twist bullet nearby. Robo drags her to cover behind the wrecked SUX, lifting her face close to his.

Cradled in massive mechanical hands, Lewis has the sweet face of a dead child. We looks up to

who crosses from one catwalk to another in a flanking maneuver. In a moment, Robo's position will be exposed.

lays Lewis's head down gently and breaks cover. Joe fires to the end of his clip.

Twist bullets knife by and explode behind us. Command Graphic: COMBAT MODE. Complex schematic analysis of Joe's position.

ducks for cover behind a steel support girder. Joe's twist bullets make the girder flex and shake.

scopes in on the back of Robo's head behind the girder from high above.

the sniper lies in a prone firing position with the gun braced across a console and pointed out the broken window. He pulls the trigger.

impacts and burrows in three inches from Robo's temple. Robo hits the ground as the pylon explodes. Steel roof and I-beam supports crash down in a big pile on top of Robo.

very excited, very pumped up, shouts in amazement, wiping his mouth as the dust settles below.

leans into the heavy Cobra, using the range finder to explore the damage.

scopes past rusted plate, twisted black steel, Robo's hand and finally the back of his head.

quivers, flexes, moves across her face. She opens her eyes, everything hurts. She touches the wound under her collarbone. Above her, she sees Leon leaning out of the glass booth.

walks through the rubble of the fallen roof, humming, toying with a grenade.

He pulls the pin.

turns his head painfully to see Clarence approaching.

he tosses the grenade and skips backwards. It bounces through the scrap and lands a foot from Robo's face. Robo twists in the steel, grabbing for the grenade.

shocked as Robo rises out of the steel scrap holding the grenade and hurling it with calculation towards

The grenade brushes over the lip of the catwalk and spins in place three feet from Joe. He turns and runs as it explodes. The shattered end of the catwalk swings free and Joe tumbles down, falling through free space and screaming as he lands on top of a crumbled wall, impaled by a spike of rebar.

draws a bead on Robo.

rolls over in agony, pulls herself to the Cobra, grabs it, falls on her back, and fires as she passes out.

pounds through the floor and burrows into Leon's chest just below the sternum. He coughs, amazed, dropping his Cobra.

above the plant floor explodes in a shower of glass and carnage.

hangs from the wall. He can see his Cobra a few feet below. He grabs the spike of rebar and with a great pained effort hoists his body up the spike. Then he hears the growl of

The Shepherd leaps and takes a piece out of his leg. The Doberman jumps much higher, sinking rows of sharp teeth between Joe's legs. The Shepherd lunges again.

turns towards Clarence, advancing, his gun held low.

backs up, pulling the pin on his last grenade, lobbing it.

fires and the grenade explodes in the air near Clarence, knocking him off his feet.

scrambles backwards on the ground as Robo comes toward him. Robo spins the gun into his holster. Clarence backs up to a wall. There's no escape. He breaks into a grin.

Robo picks him up by the neck, slamming him against the side of the rolling press.

cocks his fist. Clarence sees it coming. A great fan of blood colors the wall.

looks very small lying on the ground. Robo slings the Cobra over his shoulder and picks Lewis up, cradling her, walking toward the open doors. Outside, it's dawn. She coughs, looks up at Robo, chuckles.

The Shepherd falls in beside them

wind into the compound and pull up as Robo he carries Lewis past the battered TurboCruiser. Ramierez, Chessman, Starkweather and Kaplan jump out of the cars, approaching Robo. Kaplan takes Lewis from Robo.

Robo turns heading for the

torn and battered, sitting in the open bay doors. Robo gets in, fires the remaining Turbine and races by

They watch him leave.

The ragged TurboCruiser roars through the gates under the fading OK STEEL WORKS sign.

The TurboCruiser blasts through the twistsd and turns of a complicated freeway interchange past the Delta City sign that reminds us: The Future Has a Silver Lining.

The TurboCruiser drives down into the financial district. Dozens of skyscrapers sparkle in the morning sun. Above them all rises the OmniCon Tower.

The TurboCruiser pulls up to the curb. Across a sculpture garden in the glass lobby of the OCP Tower. Robo guns the car, jumps the curb and races across the sculpture garden, weaving between statues.

Jones addresses the 9 O'Clock Staff Meeting. The Old Man and other familier corporate honchos are present.

nodding, thinking...

turns at the sound of an approaching car. The TurboCruiser slows to a stop. ED 209 plods toward the TurboCruiser, bringing his cannon arms up to fire.

steps out of the car, brings up the Cobra A/C with one hand and fires.

THUK! A neat 20 mm hole appears, then:

twists wildly out of control and explodes. Two disembodied robot legs topple to the ground.

tosses aside the Cobra, and heads for the Tower entrance. He looks mad.

is summing up.

splinter and Robo walks into the room. Excutives gasp, terrified. Someone grabs a phone.

pump up the screen as we scan the room:

DIRECTIVE 1: Protect and serve the public trust. DIRECTIVE 2: Uphold the Law DIRECTIVE 3: OCP Product ID# 943054-SC

Directive 3 flashes in silent warning.

Only the Old Man retains his composure. He stands.

stands at attention.

Robo flicks the terminal strip out of his fist and shoves it in an access port on the Boardroom table.

snap on with a burst of static, then: Dick Jones from an earlier conversation recorded in his office.

gasp... this is really shocking. Jones is stricken. Having your cover blown is almost the worst thing that can happen to a Corporate Animal.

fly into the room, guns drawn. Robo low bridges one and hurl the other foreward against the boardroom table. The Guard's gun skitters across the table.

lunges for the gun and comes up firing. Executives dive under the table. Only the Old Man doesn't move.

annoyed as two bullets ping off his chest.

grabs the Old Man, puts the gun to his head, and uses him as a shield.

turns bright red.

disappears suddenly. The Old Man stomps his heel into Jones' instep and elbows him hard in the gut. Jones gasps, momentarily thrown off balance. Command Graphic: TARGETING.

smiles as he draws and fires four shots.

is knocked back toward the windows by two shots. The third takes out the glass. The fourth hurls him out and he wails for 151 stories. This is probably the worst thing that can happen to a Corporate Animal.

gives his Auto-9 a spin and sides it into his holster. He walks out.

has a glint in his eye.

over his shoulder.

Reporters hassle Bixby Snyder and his lawyers as they leave a courtroom. Bixby Snyder pulls his coat over his head.

Luminescent pink grapes glisten with beads of water in a greenhouse on the moon. The Earth rises in the sky. "When passion courses through the limbs of lovers, they look to the moon for inspiration... rouse that passion with Industrial Moon Colony Wine." Industrial Moon Colony Wine. A division of MoonCorp.

Behind his a graphic: A shiney police badge.

stands with other reporters in Lews's crowded hospital room. Mayor Gibson sits on a hospital bed having a personal chat with Lewis. Lewis smiles weakly.

wind it down.

The TurboCruiser prowls through Old Detroit. Robo scans the dark streets, ever vigilant.

Somewhere there's a crime happening.