(woman on P.A. system) SGT. RAMSAY, LINE 2232.
[computer beeping]
SGT. RAMSAY, LINE 2232, PLEASE.
THEY WANT ME.
(Marvin) I GOT THIS.
[phone ringing]
RAMSAY, WHAT'S THE MODEL?
77-99 AGRICULTURAL.
[computer beeps]
(woman on P.A. system) SGT. KURTZ, PLEASE RETURN TO YOUR OFFICE.
RAMSAY?
(Jack) WHAT LOCATION?
OH. THIS IS MARVIN. OFF. THOMPSON.
NICE TO MEET YOU. HOW YOU DOIN'?
THAT'S RAMSAY, YOUR PARTNER.
RAMSAY, YOUR NEW PARTNER. GOOD LUCK WITH HIM.
(Karen) THANK YOU. HI. JACK RAMSAY.
KAREN THOMPSON. I'M ON MY WAY.
(Marvin) SOME KIND OF RUNAWAY, JACK?
YEAH, SOUNDS LIKE IT. CAN YOU ORDER US A COPTER?
I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.
COME ON, PARTNER. RIGHT NOW?
THAT'S RAMSAY. IF YOU GONNA KEEP UP WITH HIM, YOU GOT TO MOVE.
(Marvin) ALL RIGHT, GIVE ME THE PAD.
NEED A CHOPPER FOR RAMSAY.
(man on P.A. system) RADIO TECH, CHOPPER PAD 3.
YOU'LL NEED YOUR GLOVES. AND STANDARD PRO Gs.
STANDARD PRO Gs?
YEAH, WHAT WAS YOUR LAST ASSIGNMENT?
TRAFFIC.
DID YOU LIKE IT?
WELL, THEY TELL ME WORKING WITH YOU IS A STEP UP FROM TRAFFIC.
THANK YOU.
KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ROBOTICS AND COMPUTERS?
A LITTLE. BASICS.
[phone ringing]
I WAS GOING TO BE A DATA PROGRAMMER.
DO WE NEED ALL THIS STUFF TO CATCH A RUNAWAY?
YOUR COPTER'S ON THE PAD.
OH, GREAT, HOWIE. LET'S GO, PARTNER.
[man chattering on P.A. system]
[bird chirping]
[robot whirring]
[squeaking]
(Karen) IS THAT IT?
(Jack) YEAH,
STANDARD AGRICULTURAL MODEL 77-99 PEST CONTROLLER.
SEE IF YOU USED AN OLD 80-88.
ANY ARMAMENT?
JUST A CLAW.
IT'S ONLY PROGRAMMED TO LOOK FOR THINGS SMALLER THAN AN INCH.
[sighs] COULD BE A PROBLEM.
[helicopter whirring]
YOU KNOW, YOU MAY NOT NEED ALL THAT STUFF.
YOU MAY JUST HAVE TO THROW A SWITCH.
THAT'S ALL?
NO, YOU NEVER KNOW UNTIL YOU GET THERE.
I GUESS, YOU'VE BEEN DOING THIS FOR A WHILE, HUH?
YEAH, COUPLE OF YEARS.
IT'S INTERESTING WORK. DAVE, HOW FAR AWAY ARE WE?
(Dave) SHOULD BE ALMOST THERE. LET'S HAVE A LOOK.
[sighs]
(Dave) RIGHT OUT THERE, JACK.
[sighs]
[pants]
(Karen) WHAT DO YOU KNOW?
THERE'S A CLEAR RUNAWAY TRACK ON THE FIELD TO THE LEFT.
YOU OK?
YEAH. I'M FINE.
I JUST DON'T LIKE HEIGHTS.
MY BROTHER HAS THE SAME PROBLEM. YOU JUST TAKE DEEP BREATHS.
I'M FINE.
DAVE, CAN YOU LAND THIS SUCKER?
PUT ON YOUR GLOVES.
(man #1) THERE THEY ARE.
(man #2) NOW THEY SURE TOOK LONG ENOUGH TO GET HERE.
WE GOT WORK TO DO.
(Jack) HIYA, FELLAS, WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?
THAT THING'S RUNNING A ZIGZAG COURSE.
(man) I'M NOT GOING IN THAT FIELD.
(man #2) IT TOOK 2 FINGERS OFF...
(man #3) IT'LL BLOW RIGHT UP IN YOUR FACE.
YOU GO IN AND TAKE A LOOK.
YOU HAD THIS THING SERVICED?
(man #1) IT'S SERVICED REGULARLY.
(man) ISN'T THAT WHAT YOU'RE GETTIN' PAID FOR?
(man) NOW YOU SKEDADDLE IN THERE.
[robot beeping]
[panting]
OH, THERE YOU ARE.
YAY!
UH-OH.
[groans]
(man) I SEEN THAT COMING.
[men laughing]
YOU OK? YEAH.
LET'S GET HIM.
[robot beeping]
[groans]
[panting]
[robot squeaking]
[Karen grunting]
[robot buzzing]
(man) WHOA! WORLD WAR III.
(man #2) I THINK THEY GOT IT.
(man) YEAH, I COULD'VE DONE THE SAME THING WITH MY .22.
(man #2) WE COULD'VE BLOWN THE DAMN THING UP.
[men snickering]
(man) THERE IT IS.
(Jack) IT'S ALL YOURS, FELLAS.
(man) THANKS A LOT.
(man #2) ALL RIGHTY.
HOW LONG YOU SAID YOU BEEN DOING THIS?
I JUST SORT OF FELL INTO IT BY ACCIDENT.
THEN I KINDA LIKED IT,
SO I TOOK SOME NIGHT COURSES IN ROBOTICS, A.P.L., THAT SORT OF THING.
AND THEN, ALL OF A SUDDEN,
I JUST SEEMED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT IT THAN ANYBODY ELSE.
DIDN'T YOU EVER WANT TO WORK THE REGULAR FORCE?
THIS IS THE REGULAR FORCE.
IF YOU MEAN WORKING THE STREETS, YEAH, I USED TO DO THAT.
I HAD TO STOP.
BECAUSE OF VERTIGO?
YEAH, I DON'T LIKE HEIGHTS. HAD IT ALL MY LIFE.
ANYWAY, I JUST DECIDED IT WASN'T A GOOD IDEA
TO WORK THE STREETS WITH THAT KINDA FEAR.
I DON'T KNOW, I FIGURED
YOU WOULDN'T RUN INTO A SITUATION LIKE THAT VERY OFTEN.
I MEAN, YOU COULD PROBABLY WORK THE STREETS FOR YEARS--
YEAH, WELL, I JUST DECIDED I'D RATHER DO THIS.
(Dave) HEY, JACK, LOIS CALLED.
(Jack) TAKE A MESSAGE? NOPE.
(Jack) CAN YOU CALL HER BACK?
(Dave) SURE.
LOIS?
I'M FINE, THANK YOU. HOW ARE YOU?
NO, WHATEVER YOU WANT TO FIX IS FINE.
(Jack) OH, THAT SOUNDS GOOD.
(Jack) NO, I DON'T THINK I'LL BE LATE.
OK. BYE.
WHY DID JACK QUIT THE REGULAR FORCE?
(Karen) YEAH, WHY'D HE QUIT, MARVIN?
WHAT'D HE TELL YOU?
HE TOLD ME BECAUSE OF VERTIGO, BUT I DON'T BELIEVE HIM.
WELL, IT'S TRUE, IN A WAY.
A FEW YEARS BACK, JACK WAS CHASIN' THIS GUY.
BAD GUY.
THIS GUY RAN INTO A BUILDING THAT WAS UNDER CONSTRUCTION.
JACK FREAKED OUT.
STARTED SWEATING, COULDN'T FOLLOW HIM.
GUY GOT AWAY.
SO A GUY GOT AWAY.
YEAH, WELL, LATER THAT NIGHT,
THAT SAME GUY KILLED 6 PEOPLE,
A FAMILY UP IN RICHMONT.
BUT THAT ISN'T JACK'S FAULT.
YEAH, I KNOW.
HE CAN'T BLAME HIMSELF FOR THAT. THINGS LIKE THAT HAPPEN.
YEAH, WELL, HE DOES. IT'S ALWAYS ON HIS MIND.
THE GUY THAT GOT AWAY. THAT JACK LET GET AWAY.
HE NEVER WANTS TO LET ANYTHING OR ANYBODY GET AWAY FROM HIM EVER AGAIN.
IS THAT WHY HE'S A ROBOT EXPERT?
[Marvin snickers]
WELL, I THINK HE FEELS A LOT SAFER DOING THIS WORK.
NOW, WHY DO YOU DO WHAT YOU DO?
OH, LONG STORY.
I WAS GONNA BE A DANCER, BUT I HURT MY KNEE.
THEN I WAS GONNA BE A DATA PROGRAMMER,
BUT, UH, I DIDN'T LIKE SITTING DOWN.
THEN I STARTED TO BE A--
(woman on P.A. system) RUNAWAY 2, WE HAVE A 709 ALERT.
SO THEN, I WENT TO POLICE ACADEMY.
RUNAWAY 2, WE HAVE A 709 ALERT. RUNAWAY 2?
RUNAWAY 2, WE HAVE A 709 AT 5TH AND SUMTER. 709 AT 5TH AND SUMTER.
WHAT'S A 709?
THAT MEANS PEOPLE HAVE DIED.
OH, GOD.
[police radio chattering]
[baby crying]
[police siren wailing]
HI, JACK. WHAT'D YOU GOT, JERRY?
MODEL 9-12, CUT UP 2 PEOPLE INSIDE THE HOUSE.
WIFE AND HER SISTER. BODIES ARE OVER HERE.
THEY MANAGED TO RUN OUT BEFORE THEY DIED.
ANYTHING ELSE?
YEAH, THERE'S A 10-MONTH-OLD KID INSIDE.
DEAD? NOT YET. THE KID'S IN A CRIB.
MAYBE THAT'S WHY, BUT IT HASN'T TOUCHED THE KID YET.
WE'VE GOT TO SAVE THAT KID, JACK.
TELL ME.
WHAT WAS THE WEAPON?
PATHOLOGIST SAID IT WAS PROBABLY AN ORDINARY KITCHEN KNIFE.
I WANTED TO KEEP 'EM HERE FOR YOU TO SEE.
WELL, WE'D BETTER GET THEM OUT OF HERE NOW.
OR THEY'LL HAVE THEM ON THE EVENING NEWS.
WHAT'S BE DONE SO FAR? POWER, UTILITIES CUT.
WHITE LIGHT BATH, WHITE SOUND BATH.
FLOATER? NOT YET.
CAN YOU PREP ONE FOR ME? RIGHT NOW.
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT ON THE 9-12?
IT'S A NEW DOMESTIC MODEL. IT DOES HOUSEWORK.
COOKS MEALS, ANSWERS DOORS, STUFF LIKE THAT.
(Jack) RUN ON HOUSE CURRENT?
UH-UH. BATTERIES.
WHAT KIND OF SENSORS?
AUDIO AND VISIBLE RANGE. IT SEES AND HEARS EVERYTHING.
GREAT. IS IT STANDARD?
(Jerry) MAYBE MODIFIED.
ANYTIME YOU CHANGE THESE THINGS, WHO KNOWS HOW THEY'LL BEHAVE?
FATHER'S OVER THERE.
(Jerry) ELECTRONIC ENGINEER, NAME OF JOHNSON.
[police radio chattering]
HEY, YOU GOT THAT FLOATER YET?
(man) WE'RE PROGRAMMING IT NOW, SIR.
SGT. RAMSAY, WE'D LIKE A DIRECT FEED OFF YOUR FLOATER.
I'M SORRY, MISS SHEILDS. THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
WELL, THE PUBLIC HAS A RIGHT TO KNOW.
NOT TONIGHT. WE GOT A 10-MONTH-OLD BABY IN THERE.
THE REST OF THE FAMILY'S BEEN CUT UP PRETTY BAD,
WE DON'T KNOW WHEN OR IF THE 9-12'S GONNA ATTACK THE CHILD,
BUT IF IT DOES,
I'M SURE YOU DON'T WANT A CARVED-UP BABY ON YOUR NETWORK, DO YOU?
I FEEL WE CAN BE THE JUDGE OF WHAT'S NEWSWORTHY.
YEAH, I KNOW. NOT TONIGHT.
THERE YOU HAVE IT, THE FIRST CONFIRMATION
FROM SGT. RAMSAY OF THE RUNAWAY SQUAD,
THAT THERE IS A BABY INSIDE THE HOUSE, STILL ALIVE.
POLICE ARE PREPARING A FLOATER CAMERA
WHICH WILL ENTER THE HOUSE IN AN ATTEMPT TO LOCATE
THE RUNAWAY 9-12 AND THE INFANT.
[whirring]
[sighs]
[police radio chattering]
I CAN'T SEE ENOUGH. LIGHTS ON THE HOUSE, JER.
(Jerry) HIT THE HOUSE LIGHTS.
(Jack) WHERE'S THE BABY?
(Jerry) CRIB'S IN THE PLAYROOM, NEAR IN BACK.
HOW BIG IS THIS 9-12 ANYWAY?
(Karen) ABOUT THE SIZE OF A HATBOX.
(Jack) LOOK THERE.
(Jerry) HE DROPPED THE KNIFE.
(Karen) MAYBE THE BATTERY POWER IS FADING.
MAYBE.
[gun firing]
DID YOU GET AN AUDIO ON THAT?
YEAH, CONFIRMED ALL 3 SOUNDS AS A .357 MAGNUM.
[baby wailing] YES, IT'S GOT A GUN.
(Jerry) NOW WHAT?
I'M GOING IN.
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE GOING IN? WE CAN SEND A DISARM ROBOT--
IT HIT THE FLOATER, IT'LL HIT THE DISARM,
AND ANY MINUTE, IT'S GONNA DECIDE TO HIT THE KID.
LOOK, I WANT LIGHT LINES OUT HERE. NO AUDIO, NO TALK,
NO RADIO, NO NOTHIN'.
I DON'T WANT IT PICKIN' UP WHAT WE'RE DOING.
MR. JOHNSON?
MR. JOHNSON,
I'LL BE GOING IN YOUR HOUSE SOON
TO GET YOUR BABY.
WHAT MODIFICATIONS WERE MADE TO THE ROBOT?
I DIDN'T MAKE ANY MODIFICATIONS.
I DIDN'T TOUCH THAT THING.
THEN WHY IS IT GOIN' OUT OF CONTROL?
WELL, HOW SHOULD I KNOW?
YOU THINK I SHOULD HAVE SOME IDEA W-W-WHY IT'S DOING THIS?
WHY SHOULD I KNOW?
HEY, COME ON, TAKE IT EASY I'M JUST ASKING.
WELL, DON'T ASK! I DON'T KNOW!
WELL, WHAT ABOUT THE GUN?
IT'S GOT A GUN?
YES.
OH, MY GOD, HE'S CRAZY.
WHO'S CRAZY?
OH, MY GOD, HE'S CRAZY. WHO'S CRAZY?
NO TELEVISION! NO PICTURES!
I WON'T BE ON TELEVISION!
NO PICTURES! NO TELEVISION!
WHAT WAS HIS PROBLEM?
[police radio chattering]
YEAH, HE WAS REALLY UPSET. THAT WAS VERY HOT STUFF.
[baby crying]
SGT. RAMSAY IS WEARING HIS ELECTROMAGNETIC SCATTER SUIT.
HE APPARENTLY IS GOING IN.
SGT. RAMSAY, WHAT'S YOUR NEXT MOVE NOW?
I REALLY CAN'T SAY.
IT LOOKS AS IF YOU ARE GOING INTO THE HOUSE AFTER THE ROBOT.
IS THAT RIGHT?
MISS SHIELDS, YOU'RE BROADCASTING ON AN ELECTROMAGNETIC FREQUENCY
THAT THE ROBOT READS.
LET'S GET OUT OF HERE, JOHN.
[police radio chattering]
[clock ticking]
[pants]
THIS IS VERY EXCITING.
OUR OWN JOHN WILSON IS ACTUALLY ACCOMPANYING SGT. RAMSAY
INTO THE HOUSE,
FOR EXCITING LIVE COVERAGE OF THE RUNAWAY ROBOT.
[robot buzzing]
[John coughing]
[robot buzzing]
[baby crying]
[gun fires]
[robot buzzing]
[baby crying]
[robot buzzing]
[robot whirring]
[gun cocking]
[laser firing]
[pants]
[robot buzzing]
[pants]
[robot whirring]
[door creaking]
[gun fires]
[baby crying]
[sputtering]
I'M COMING OUT WITH THE KID.
[gurgling]
[sighs]
IT'S ALL RIGHT, DARLING.
[gurgling]
[people applauding]
[man whistling]
[people cheering]
[police radio chattering]
(Karen) YOU OK?
YEAH, I'M FINE.
HERE YOU GO. WHERE'S THE FATHER?
HE DISAPPEARED.
HE DISAPPEARED?
YEAH.
WITH HIS OWN KID STILL IN THERE?
(Miss Shields) AFTER 2 TENSE HOURS,
AND THE TRAGIC DEATH OF THE K.B.E.X. CAMERAMAN,
IT WAS FINALLY ALL OVER WHEN SGT. RAMSAY...
(Jack) HELLO?
THAT WAS GREAT!
THEY'RE EVEN RUNNING IT AGAIN. YOU'RE ON INSTANT REPLAY.
HI, GUY.
BOBBY, THIS IS KAREN.
I KNOW. YOU'RE HIS NEW PARTNER.
NICE TO MEET YOU, BOBBY.
I SAW YOU ON T.V., TOO. BUT YOU DIDN'T GO INTO THE HOUSE.
WOW, IT WAS NEAT WHEN DAD WENT IN THERE.
I'LL BET YOU WISH YOU COULD GO IN THERE TOO, HUH?
WELL...
IT WAS PRETTY SCARY. I WATCHED THE WHOLE THING.
(Bobby) HOW COME THE FATHER RAN AWAY?
DIDN'T HE WANT TO SEE HIS BABY SAFE AGAIN?
(Jack) WE WERE JUST TALKIN' ABOUT THAT.
IT SEEMS PRETTY FUNNY TO ME, DAD.
I THINK YOU OUGHT TO PICK THE GUY UP FOR QUESTIONING.
(Lois) WHEN YOU HEAR AT THE TONE, THE TIME WILL BE 10:45.
YOU BET I WAS SCARED.
WHICH IS EXACTLY 1 HOUR AND 45 MINUTES PAST YOUR BEDTIME.
OH, LOIS.
THIS IS A WEEKNIGHT. TOMORROW IS A SCHOOL DAY.
I KNOW, LOIS-- HEY, BOBBY.
LOIS IS RIGHT. BED.
OK. NICE MEETING YOU.
NICE MEETING YOU, TOO, BOBBY.
DO YOU LIKE SPORTS? SURE.
BOBBY, BED.
'NIGHT, DAD.
'NIGHT, SON. GOOD NIGHT, BOBBY.
HE IS ADORABLE.
WANT A BEER?
ANYTHING DIET?
NO. SODA?
(Jack) NO.
I WILL VERIFY THAT BOBBY BRUSHES HIS TEETH. EXCUSE ME.
SO, THAT'S LOIS.
WITH ALL THOSE PHONE CALLS, I THOUGHT LOIS WAS YOUR WIFE.
SOMETIMES SHE THINKS SHE IS. OR MY MOTHER.
UM, DO YOU HAVE A WIFE?
SHE DIED.
OH, I'M SORRY. I DIDN'T KNOW.
I-IT WAS A COUPLE YEARS AGO, CAR CRASH.
BUT LOIS IS A BIG HELP.
WHAT IS SHE? A SERIES 10?
NO, SERIES 12.
OOH, SERIES 12s ARE MUCH BETTER.
YEAH. A LOT OF THE SERIES 10s WERE LEMONS.
MY MOTHER HAD A SERIES 10 THAT KEPT BURNING ALL THE TOAST.
STARTED ALL THESE FIRES.
LOIS IS PRETTY RELIABLE.
(Lois) BOBBY IS EATING A CHOCOLATE BAR.
HIS DINNER TOO, WAS NUTRITIONALLY INADEQUATE.
WHAT DID YOU GIVE HIM, LOIS?
HOT DOGS.
LOIS, YOU CAN'T KEEP GIVING HIM HOTDOGS.
IT IS ALL HE WOULD ACCEPT.
DID HE DO HIS HOMEWORK?
YES. HE GOT AN "A" IN MATH TODAY.
WILL YOUR GUEST BE STAYING FOR DINNER?
ME?
OH, Y-YOU'RE WELCOME, IF YOU'D LIKE.
YOU ARE WELCOME, IF YOU WOULD LIKE.
NO, THANK YOU.
IT'S NO TROUBLE, REALLY.
LOIS, I WAS TALKING TO HER.
EXCUSE ME, SERGEANT.
WELL, ACTUALLY, I BETTER GO.
YOU SURE?
YEAH. THANKS FOR THE JUICE.
MAY I SHOW YOU TO THE DOOR?
(Karen) OH, THAT'S OK, LOIS. I CAN FIND MY WAY.
WELL, SEE YOU TOMORROW.
WILL I SEE YOU TOMORROW?
NO, LOIS, UH, SHE WAS TALKING TO ME.
EXCUSE ME, SERGEANT.
I'LL SEE YOU TOMORROW.
GOOD NIGHT. GOOD NIGHT.
IS THAT SOMEONE TO BE PUT IN MEMORY?
YES. SHE'S MY NEW PARTNER.
HOW SHOULD SHE BE LISTED?
AS KAREN. OR OFF. THOMPSON.
VERY WELL.
THERE IS A POWER SURGE FROM BOBBY'S ROOM.
I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT.
(male narrator) THE NEXT DINOSAUR GIANT IS BRONTOSAURUS.
LIKE THE OTHER 2 GIANTS,
SHE'S A PEACE-LOVING PLANT-EATER.
SHE IS NOT AS HEAVY AS BRACHIOSAURUS, BUT SHE DOES WEIGH 30 TONS.
HEY.
COME ON, TIGER. LIGHTS OUT.
OH, DAD.
IS SHE STILL HERE?
NO, SHE'S GONE HOME.
SHE'S NICE. DO YOU LIKE HER?
WELL, SURE, I LIKE HER. SHE'S MY PARTNER.
DOES SHE HAVE A HUSBAND?
I DON'T KNOW.
SHE DIDN'T HAVE A RING ON.
YOU NOTICED, HUH?
IT WOULDN'T KILL YOU TO GET MARRIED AGAIN, YOU KNOW.
I KNOW, AND IT WOULDN'T KILL YOU TO GO TO SLEEP.
COME ON, TIGER.
HEY, DAD.
WHAT?
WERE YOU REALLY SCARED IN THERE?
SURE, I WAS.
WAS THERE BLOOD AND STUFF LIKE THAT?
WERE YOU REALLY SCARED?
ME? NOT ME.
NOT EVEN JUST A LITTLE?
WELL, A LITTLE.
WELL, THAT'S OK.
BUT EVERYTHING'S FINE NOW.
THAT'S RIGHT.
EVERYTHING'S FINE.
GOOD NIGHT, SON.
HEY, DAD.
YEAH.
WOULD LOIS EVER GO CRAZY
LIKE THAT OTHER ROBOT?
N0. NEVER.
SLEEP NOW.
GOOD NIGHT.
(Lois) DINNER IS SERVED.
THIS CONCLUDES THE MENU FOR TODAY.
REMINDER: I HAVE NOT RECEIVED THE MENU FOR TOMORROW.
(woman) EMERGENCY PHONE CALL FOR CAPT. McNICHOLS.
CAPT. McNICHOLS, EMERGENCY PHONE CALL.
(Marvin) SON OF A BITCH!
(Jack) WHAT IS IT?
WE'VE GOT A NON-STANDARD CHIP HERE.
YOU SEE THAT RED STRIPE?
IT'S NOT A REGULAR COMMERCIAL CHIP.
IT DIDN'T COME WITH THE ROBOT WHEN IT WAS SOLD.
DAMN SOPHISTICATED, THOUGH.
I DON'T KNOW. MAYBE IT'S EXPERIMENTAL.
WHAT'S IT DO?
(Marvin) LOOKS LIKE SOME HARD-WIRED INSTRUCTIONS.
I'M NOT SURE.
SO THE 912 WAS MODIFIED.
DEFINITELY.
THE GUY SAID IT WASN'T MODIFIED.
NO, MAYBE SOMEBODY ELSE DID IT.
AND HE DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT IT.
OH, WE GOT A DENSE PACK! FLOOR! FLOOR!
ASSHOLES.
(woman) THERE'S A HIGH LEVEL OF SMOKE IN THE ROOM.
PLEASE BE CAREFUL.
WHAT WAS THAT?
MONO-DICHROMATE DENSE PACK,
THE ARSON SPECIAL.
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS ALL ABOUT, JACK?
I DON'T KNOW.
THIS ISN'T A RUNAWAY,
THIS IS MURDER.
HEY, JACK, YOU GOT A CALL.
YOU'RE GONNA LOVE IT.
[men chattering]
[drilling]
GREAT.
HE SAID YOU WERE GONNA LOVE IT.
COME ON. THIS WAY, GUYS.
CAREFUL.
THEY HAVE A LOT OF ROBOTS HERE.
THIS IS NOTHING.
YOU SHOULD SEE THE CONSTRUCTION PROJECT OVER ON MAIN,
THERE AREN'T ANY PEOPLE WORKING THERE AT ALL,
JUST HUNDREDS OF ROBOTS.
NO COFFEE BREAKS, NO UNION HASSLES.
SO WHAT'S THE PROBLEM?
THE STACKER. GONE NUTS.
IT'S STACKING WHERE THERE'S NO PLACE TO STACK.
IT'S ON THE 18TH FLOOR.
COME ON, I'LL SHOW YOU.
WHY DON'T YOU JUST SHUT IT OFF YOURSELF?
HAVE ONE OF YOUR PEOPLE DO IT?
OUR INSURANCE DOESN'T COVER IT.
LOOKS PRETTY OPEN.
ROBOTS DON'T NEED DOORS.
COME ON.
WHAT DO YOU SAY, I TAKE THIS ONE?
YEAH. I THINK THIS ONE'S ALL YOURS.
NO PROBLEM.
I WORKED CONSTRUCTION AT ONE TIME.
OF COURSE.
[thudding]
(Karen on radio) I'M ON THE 18TH FLOOR.
IT'S PRETTY WINDY UP HERE.
I CAN SEE THE STACKER NOW.
WE'RE GONNA LOOK FOR...
I FOUND THE JUNCTION BOX,
BUT WE CAN'T FIND THE SWITCH.
I GOT IT! NO PROBLEM! I TURNED IT OFF.
JACK, DO YOU READ ME?
YEAH, I GOT IT!
YOU THINK IT'S BETTER THAN IT USED TO BE
WHEN PEOPLE DID ALL THIS WORK?
SURE.
BUT MACHINES ALWAYS BREAK DOWN.
LET ME TELL YOU THE WAY THE WORLD IS.
NOTHING WORKS RIGHT,
RELATIONSHIPS DON'T WORK RIGHT, PEOPLE DON'T WORK RIGHT,
PEOPLE MAKE MACHINES,
SO WHY SHOULD MACHINES BE PERFECT?
BECAUSE THEY'RE MACHINES.
YEAH? WELL, THAT'S NOT THE WAY IT IS.
[police radio chattering]
HI, SALLY.
HI, JACK.
HOW'S THE NEW CAR?
IN THE SHOP.
YOU'RE KIDDING.
DID YOU CHECK THE DOOR RECORDER?
NO, NOT YET.
IS IT CLEAN IN HERE?
(Sally) YEAH, IT'S CLEAN.
(Sally) HI, MARY. IT'S SALLY.
I GUESS YOU'RE NOT HOME.
I JUST CAME BY TO SEE
IF YOU WANTED TO GO THAT CERAMICS CLASS TONIGHT?
GIVE ME A CALL WHEN YOU GET IN. BYE.
HI, DAVE.
I'M A LITTLE NERVOUS ABOUT OUR PROJECT, AND, UH,
MEET ME AT THE OFFICE, WILL YOU? IT'S IMPORTANT.
REALLY. OK?
OK.
[beeps]
THIS IS ACME ROBOT REPAIRS.
WE GOT A CALL IN THE OFFICE
THAT ONE OF YOUR 912s WAS NOT FUNCTIONING ENOUGH--
IT'S BEEN ERASED.
YEAH? NOT COMPLETELY.
[beeps]
THIS IS ACME ROBOT REPAIRS.
WE GOT A CALL IN THE OFFICE
THAT ONE OF YOUR 912s WAS NOT FUNCTIONING ENOUGH--
I WANT TO KNOW WHO THIS GUY IS.
BEAUTIFUL, JUST BEAUTIFUL.
I'M GLAD YOU'RE SATISFIED, DR. LUTHER.
SATISFIED? I'M DELIGHTED.
I'M ECSTATIC.
THAT'S GOOD. GOOD.
WHERE ARE THE CHIPS?
YOU HAVE TO BE VERY CAREFUL WITH THESE CHIPS, DR. LUTHER.
THEY'RE VERY DANGEROUS.
I KNOW THEY ARE. THAT'S WHY THEY'RE SO VALUABLE.
VALUABLE TO WHOM?
OH, THE MAFIA, TERRORIST ORGANIZATIONS,
FOREIGN AGENTS.
ANYONE WHO'LL OFFER ME THE MOST MONEY.
WELL, THEN. HOW ABOUT MY MONEY?
HARRY.
THESE AREN'T ALL THE CHIPS.
AND WHERE ARE THE TEMPLATES TO MAKE MORE?
THE REST OF THE CHIPS AND THE TEMPLATES ARE LOCKED IN A COMPANY SAFE.
(Harry) WE'LL GIVE YOU THE KEY AFTER JOHNSON AND I GET PAID.
HAVE YOU SEEN JOHNSON?
NO. HE DIDN'T COME IN TODAY.
IT'S TERRIBLE, WHAT HAPPENED TO HIS FAMILY.
IT'S A TRAGEDY.
WOULD YOU LIKE YOUR MONEY NOW, HARRY?
I REALLY WOULD.
I THOUGHT SO. I BROUGHT THE MONEY WITH ME.
SENTRY ON ROUNDS.
[beeping]
DR. LUTHER?
DAMN EVIL SON OF A BITCH!
[skittering]
[groaning]
[car horn honks]
[man chattering]
YOU'RE SURE HE'S STILL IN THERE?
HE CHECKED IN AN HOUR AGO.
I BET HE'S THE ONLY ELECTRICAL ENGINEER IN THERE.
YEAH. WHAT ROOM?
404, 4TH FLOOR.
COFFEE, BLACK.
KEEP AN EYE ON THE ELEVATOR.
[alarm ringing]
POLICE!
DROP IT, JOHNSON!
NOW!
YEAH, OK.
[alarm ringing]
[alarm stops]
YOU ARE THE COPS.
WHO WERE YOU EXPECTING?
NOBODY.
YEAH, RIGHT. YOU'VE GOT A SUITCASE ALL PACKED.
YOU GOT AN ALARM, AND YOU GOT A GUN.
YOU GOT A PERMIT FOR THIS?
COME ON.
WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?
TAKING YOU DOWN TO THE STATION FOR QUESTIONING.
SORRY.
IS THIS ABOUT THE ROBOT?
YEAH, IT'S ABOUT THE ROBOT.
COME ON.
YOU'RE CRAZY. I CAN'T GO OUT THERE. WHY NOT?
I'M TELLING YOU, I CAN'T GO OUT THERE.
I CAN'T GO OUT.
[car horn honking]
[men chattering]
NO.
[screams]
DISPATCH, THIS IS RUNAWAY-2, RUNAWAY-2.
[horn blaring]
[grunting]
[groaning]
WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO?
COME HERE.
[panting]
[tires screeching]
(Karen) WE'RE THE POLICE!
[groaning]
[thudding]
[police siren wailing]
(Karen) HE HAD DIFFERENT EYES.
IS THAT HIM?
THE FACE WAS NARROWER, AND, UH, THE EYES WERE SQUINTIER.
[police radio chattering]
MORE LIKE THAT?
PRETTY CLOSE.
THAT'S A LOT LIKE HIM.
THAT'S GOOD.
JESUS.
IT'S PICKING UP DIPHENYL COMPOUNDS AND TETRAHYDROCARBONS.
THE TETRAS ARE EXPLOSIVE,
AND THE DIPHENYLS ARE SOLID PROPELLANT.
LIKE THEY USE IN ROCKETS.
HOW BIG DID YOU SAY THESE MISSILES WERE?
ABOUT THAT BIG.
AND THEY WENT AROUND CORNERS?
YEAH.
WHO WAS THIS GUY?
HIS NAME'S JOHNSON, ELECTRONIC ENGINEER.
YOU KNOW WHERE HE WORKED?
COMPANY CALLED VECTROCON.
(male voice) WELCOME TO VECTROCON SECURITY SYSTEMS.
A RETINAL IDENTIFICATION CHECK IS REQUIRED TO PROCEED.
[sighs]
RETINAL IDENTIFICATION IS NOW BEING CARRIED OUT.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION.
RETINAL IDENTIFICATION IS NOW CONFIRMED.
HOW CAN WE HELP YOU, SGT. RAMSAY?
I NEED DATA FILES.
DATA FILES FOR WHAT PERSON OR SUBJECT?
EMPLOYEE DAVID JOHNSON.
ONE MOMENT, PLEASE. ALLOW ME TO SEARCH THE RECORDS.
THAT'S A PRETTY GOOD VOICE. WHAT IS IT? 5590?
YEAH, IT'S A 5590 PROCESSOR,
BUT A Z-77 PHONETIC ROMP. GIVES YOU THAT LIFELIKE TONE.
THANK YOU FOR WAITING, SERGEANT.
DAVID DAVE JOHNSON IS 32-YEARS-OLD.
HE'S BEEN WITH THE COMPANY, 4 YEARS.
A GRADUATE OF MOUNTAIN POLYTECH AND ELECTRONIC ENGINEERING,
HE'S WORKED ON SEVERAL PROJECTS FOR THIS COMPANY.
THE VECTROCON SECURITY SYSTEM, THE PHANTOM STOUT MISSILE,
AND THE STINGRAY LASER-GUIDED SMART BOMB.
FOR THE PAST YEAR, HE'S WORKED IN THE SPECIAL PROJECTS DIVISION.
IN HIS SPARE TIME, DAVE ENJOYS SKIING, BIKING, AND WATER SPORTS.
THIS IS JUST THE STANDARD P. R. FILE.
SHIT, WHAT DID YOU EXPECT? WELL, THIS IS NO GOOD TO ME.
THAT IS WHAT YOU REQUESTED.
WHAT DO YOU WANNA KNOW?
WELL, THE VECTROCON SECURITY PROJECT? WHAT ABOUT THAT?
THAT INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED BY THE COMPANY--
YOU KEEP QUIET. DO YOU WISH TO DISCONNECT?
NO. HOW CAN I FIND OUT ABOUT THIS PROJECT? WE HAVE A CALL.
HAVE ANOTHER UNIT TAKE IT.
YEAH, BUT THE-- BUT THE CALL IS RIGHT HERE.
RIGHT HERE IN THIS BUILDING? YEAH.
YOU GUYS WANNA HANDLE THIS? UH, SEEMS LIKE WE HAVE A RUNAWAY.
SURE.
[buzzing]
OW! ALL RIGHT!
HELLO. ANYBODY THERE?
(Miss Rogers) HELLO. WHO IS SHE?
(guard) JACKIE ROGERS, ONE OF THE EXECUTIVE SECRETARIES.
(Miss Rogers) HELLO! CAN ANYBODY HEAR ME?
WE HEAR YOU, MISS ROGERS.
THIS IS SGT. RAMSAY OF THE RUNAWAY SQUAD.
WILL YOU GUYS GET ME OUT OF HERE?
THIS DAMN ROBOT WON'T LET ME PASS.
HE'S ALREADY ZAPPED ME TWICE. CAN YOU SEE THAT?
AND YOU JUST SIT TIGHT, MISS ROGERS. SHE'S VERY ATTRACTIVE.
(guard) YEAH.
IS SHE SUPPOSED TO BE IN THERE?
MAYBE SHE'S JUST WORKING LATE.
LET'S SEE THE RUNAWAY.
(Jack) UH, 577 SENTRY?
YEAH, 577 WITH, UH, OFFICE CHECKING ROUTINES ONBOARD.
GOT IT. INSULATED WHEELS, STEEL HULL.
DELIVERS TASER SHOCKS ONLY? YEAH.
STANDARD ISSUE.
YEAH, WE DON'T MODIFY THEM. WE RUN THEM AS A COMPANY FACTORY.
YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO VOICE AND ACTIVATE WITH A CODE.
DO YOU KNOW THE CODE?
MMM-HMM.
SENTRY INPUT VECTRO, ZIP-OFF 891 CLIPPER.
I'VE ALREADY TRIED THAT. HE ISN'T RESPONDING TO VOICE CODES.
DO YOU KNOW WHAT'S WRONG WITH THESE SENTRIES?
THE INTERNAL TEMPERATURES GET TOO HIGH AND THEY POP THEIR CHIPS OFF
THE MOTHERBOARD. IT'S A DESIGN DEFECT.
WOULD YOU GUYS PLEASE DO SOMETHING?
[screams]
ALL THIS THING CAN DO IS DELIVERS SHOCKS? YEAH.
WHAT LEVEL? STING LEVEL ONLY.
IRRITATING, BUT IT CAN'T HURT YOU.
NO BIO-CARDIAC, NOTHING.
WANT THE INSULATION PADDING FROM THE CAR?
NAH.
ARE YOU SURE THIS WON'T SHOCK YOU HIGHER?
NO, I'LL KNOCK THIS OFF QUICK.
MISS ROGERS, THIS IS SGT. RAMSAY.
I'LL BE RIGHT WITH YOU TO DEAL WITH THIS ROBOT. YOU JUST SIT TIGHT.
(Miss Rogers) THANK YOU, SGT. RAMSAY.
I THOUGHT YOU GUYS GOT ALL ARMED AND PROTECTED
BEFORE YOU WENT UP AGAINST A RUNAWAY.
I THINK HE'S IN LOVE.
[robot humming]
(Jack) HELLO. HI.
YOU JUST STAY PUT, MISS ROGERS.
THIS WILL ONLY TAKE A MINUTE.
Y-YOU GOTTA WATCH OUT FOR HIM.
I THINK I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING.
[groaning]
[sighs]
(Karen) IT'S NOT SET FOR STING LEVEL,
IT'S SET FOR STUN.
I NOTICED.
YOU WANT THE PADDING NOW?
NO.
[groaning]
UH-OH.
[groaning]
[coughing]
ARE--ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, SERGEANT?
I'M FINE.
[Jack groaning]
[whirring]
(Miss Rogers) IS THIS THE WAY YOU USUALLY DO IT?
SURE.
[humming]
(Miss Rogers) WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
[grunting]
HEY, YOU DIDN'T HAVE TO DO THAT.
JUDGMENT CALL.
IT WAS A NEW JACKET.
(guard) BUT THIS SENTRY IS RUINED. I'LL HAVE TO REPORT THIS.
WE'LL CHECK YOUR MAINTENANCE RECORDS,
AND IF THERE'S ANY IRREGULARITIES, WE'LL CHECK YOUR MACHINERY'S
PAST-DUE ON THEIR 60-DAY INSPECTION PERIOD.
ARE YOU ALL RIGHT, MISS ROGERS?
I'M FINE. THANK YOU.
WELL, I'LL JUST SEE YOU TO THE DOOR.
NO, THAT'S FINE. THANKS. NO, NO. I INSIST.
YOU'VE DONE ENOUGH ALREADY.
IT'S ALL IN THE LINE OF DUTY.
HERE, YOU ARE WORKING LATE AT NIGHT, ALL BY YOURSELF.
I JUST HAD A FEW THINGS TO FINISH UP. IT'S NO BIG DEAL.
NO. I INSIST. LET ME HELP YOU. NO--
[crashing]
WHAT ARE THESE? IT'S NOT MY FAULT.
HE MADE ME DO IT. HE MADE ME GET THEM FROM THE VAULT.
WHO DID? LUTHER.
THEY'RE HIS CHIPS. I DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT.
UH-HUH?
HE SAID HE WOULD KILL ME IF I DIDN'T GET THEM FOR HIM TONIGHT.
HE SAID HE WOULD KILL ME JUST THE WAY HE KILLED JOHNSON AND ALL THE OTHERS.
HE'S EVIL. I'M TELLING YOU.
WHERE'S THIS LUTHER NOW?
A MEETING. WHAT MEETING?
I DON'T KNOW, PLEASE. I'M NOT INVOLVED--
WHERE IS HE?
THE RITZ HOTEL.
(female voice) RITZ HOTEL.
HE'S IN THE PRESIDENTIAL SUITE.
THERE'S 2 GUYS WITH HIM, AND 2 GIRLS.
THEY'VE GOT AN E. B. S. SCRAMBLER ON, AND, UH, RUNNING WATER,
SO WE CAN'T HEAR OR SEE SHIT.
YOU KNOW WHERE IN THE SUITE THEY ARE?
CAN'T DETERMINE THEIR LOCATION, WITHOUT AN ACTIVE PROBE.
THEY'LL PICK THAT UP. THESE ARE PASSERS ONLY?
YEAH. PASSERS ONLY.
ARE ALL THE EXISTS AND ELEVATORS COVERED?
NOT ENOUGH PEOPLE TO COVER THE EXITS.
LOOK, THIS GUY'S A KILLER. I'M NOT GONNA LET HIM GET AWAY.
SOMETHING'S GOING ON IN THERE.
I'M GONNA GO IN.
YOU'RE TAKING RESPONSIBILITY? YES.
YOU OK ABOUT THIS? YEAH, FINE.
YOU SURE?
IT'S MORE INTERESTING THAN TRAFFIC.
OK. NOW I'M GONNA GO IN FIRST.
AND WHEN YOU HEAR ME, YOU COME IN.
OK.
[man chattering]
(woman) HONEY, DID I LEAVE MY PURSE OUT THERE?
HEY, DID I LEAVE MY PURSE OUT THERE OR NOT?
ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?
NOT EVEN THERE.
[gasps]
GET--
DON'T SHOOT. PLEASE. PLEASE, DON'T SHOOT. MY GOD--
COME ON NOW.
NOBODY MOVE. NOBODY MOVE.
JUST STAY COOL. EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE JUST FINE.
OH, SHIT. YOU SAID THERE WASN'T GOING TO BE ANY TROUBLE.
NOBODY MOVE. JACK!
(Jack) RIGHT HERE.
OK. LET'S TAKE IT EASY.
EVERYBODY MOVE REAL SLOW. AND WE WON'T HAVE TROUBLE.
[Jack coughing]
(Karen) HEY!
[groaning]
DROP IT, SUCKER.
I SAID, DROP YOUR GUN.
I'M NOT KIDDING, ASSHOLE. DROP YOUR GUN.
PLEASE.
[crying]
NOW KISS YOUR ASS GOODBYE.
[guns firing]
POLICE! HOLD IT!
(Karen) I'M OK. GET HIM.
THE STAIRS.
OFFICER DOWN INSIDE. CALL FOR BACKUP.
[sighing]
(policeman over radio) ON THE ROOF.
[woman sobbing]
IT'S ALL RIGHT. IT'S ALL RIGHT.
YOU'RE OK.
(man) THE CORONER'S OFFICE
HAS AUTHORIZED THE REMOVAL OF THE BODIES.
YOUR WITNESS, BILLY. OK, JACK.
[people chattering]
SGT. RAMSAY, MAY WE HAVE A WORD, PLEASE?
GO AWAY.
(woman) YOU SHOULD'VE KNOWN HOW YOU...
I WANT TO TALK TO YOU, RAMSAY.
(Miss Shields) DO YOU HAVE ANY PROOF?
(Chief) NO, MISS SHIELDS. NO COMMENT RIGHT NOW.
HOW IS IT, KID?
FINE. DIDN'T EVEN BREAK ANY BONES.
THEY'RE GONNA MOVE ME TO THE HOSPITAL,
GUESS, THEY'RE GONNA TAKE THE BULLET OUT THERE.
TAKE IT OUT THERE? THAT'S RIGHT, SERGEANT.
GOTTA TAKE IT OUT THERE, IN CASE SHE STARTS BLEEDING.
BUT, YOU CAN'T MOVE HER.
(Chief) RAMSAY! JUST HOLD ON A MINUTE.
COME HERE.
NOW, YOU TAKE A LOOK AT THAT SCREEN AGAIN.
THAT'S NOT A BULLET IN HER ARM.
IT'S AN UNEXPLODED MICROSHELL.
IT COULD GO OFF ANYTIME.
GOD, YOU'RE RIGHT. IT COULD BLOW HER WHOLE ARM OFF.
THAT'S RIGHT. NOW YOU GOTTA IT TAKE OUT HERE.
YOU CANNOT MOVE HER.
RAMSAY, THE CHIEF WANTS YOUR ASS.
YEAH, I KNOW.
(Jack) HEY.
YOU JUST SIT TIGHT, KID. EVERYTHING'S GOING TO BE FINE.
I'M TRYING NOT TO BREATHE.
YOU DO THAT.
RAMSAY, LOOK AT THIS. LOOK.
YOU KNOW THOSE 2 DEAD HOODS. YEAH.
WE'VE GOT A MAKE ON THE PRINTS.
TOMMY "THE KID" ARCARO, DEGREE IN ELECTRICAL ENGINEERING FROM CAL-TECH.
GREAT.
AND LUIGI BANDINI, DEGREE IN SOLID-STATE PHYSICS FROM M. I. T.
I FIGURE THESE GUYS ARE HIGH-TECH SHOPPERS,
BUT WHAT ARE THEY BUYING?
IT'S A GOOD QUESTION.
(Chief) NOW, RAMSAY!
GET OVER HERE.
JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE,
RUNNING AN OPERATION LIKE THIS? IT'S MY OPERATION.
OH, IT'S A RUNAWAY OPERATION? NO RUNAWAYS IN THAT ROOM.
YOU SCREWED UP GOOD, RAMSAY.
WE'VE GOT 2 DEAD OFFICERS. YOU UNDERSTAND ME, MISTER? 2 DEAD COPS!
AND WE'VE GOT 2 WOUNDED. ONE OF THEM, YOUR OWN PARTNER.
AND WE GOT 2 DEAD GUINEA PUNKS. AND NOBODY KNOWS WHY,
OR WHAT THE HELL IT'S ALL ABOUT. I KNOW WHAT IT'S ABOUT.
IT'S ABOUT THIS. YEAH. WHAT IS THIS?
IT'S SOME KIND OF A NEW BULLET.
I-IT'S MORE LIKE A GUIDED MISSILE, CHIEF.
AND--
W-WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?
A DISARM ROBOT. SOMEBODY IN THERE WITH AN UNEXPLODED FRAGMENT.
I KNOW. BUT YOU CAN'T USE THAT THING ON HER.
WELL, THEY SENT FOR IT. YOU CAN'T USE THAT ON HER. THEY SCREW UP ALL THE TIME.
WE HAVE TO USE IT. IT'S A LIVE SHELL.
IT'LL SCREW UP!
IT'LL BLOW HER ARM OFF. CAN'T YOU GET A C.V.D.?
THERE ARE NO C.V.Ds AVAILABLE.
LOOK AT THIS THING. IT'S OVER A YEAR OLD.
THEY WERE NEVER ANY GOOD TO BEGIN WITH.
JESUS CHRIST, RAMSAY,
YOU'VE GOT A HELL OF A NERVE COMPLAINING.
HAVEN'T YOU DONE ENOUGH FOR ONE DAY?
[sighs]
I'LL GET THE BULLET OUT. YOU?
YEAH.
I'LL DISARM THE GODDAMN BULLET.
GET THIS THING OUT OF HERE.
ALL RIGHT, CLEAR OUT. WE GOT A DISARM JOB.
CLEAR OUT! CAN YOU GET THEM TO CLEAR THE ROOM?
LOOK, I WANT TEN-SLIT SHIELDS, I WANT BLAST-PADS.
AND I WANNA TO CLEAR THE FUCKING ROOM NOW.
RAMSAY, YOU'RE ON TELEVISION!
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT. GET THAT THING OUT OF MY FACE.
ALL RIGHT. ALL RIGHT. GET OUT. CLEAR IT OUT.
LADIES, I'LL GIVE YOU A STATEMENT DOWN HERE.
LET'S GO. GET OUT.
I WILL GIVE THE PUBLIC A STATEMENT.
[phone ringing]
WHAT'S THIS?
REMOTE T.V.
OF COURSE.
OK, GUYS. CLEAR OUT.
BETTER GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR.
HOW ARE WE DOING, KID? OK.
I, UH, HEARD THE NEWS.
YEAH?
WELL, DON'T SWEAT IT.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS, JACK.
YEAH, I KNOW.
YOU CAN LET THE ROBOT DO IT.
I WOULDN'T MISS THIS FOR THE WORLD.
[sighs]
OK. JUST HOLD REAL STILL.
TOO TIGHT?
NO, IT'S OK.
[sighing]
OK. I WANT YOU TO SIT BACK AND TAKE IT REAL EASY.
THIS IS GONNA HURT, LIKE, A MINUTE.
JUST... REAL EASY. JUST TURN YOUR ARM JUST A LITTLE.
[moaning]
REAL SLOW.
THAT'S GOOD.
[sighs]
OK. WHATEVER YOU DO,
DON'T MOVE YOUR ARM.
I'LL TRY AND REMEMBER.
DON'T YOU NEED YOUR GLASSES FOR THIS?
WANT ME TO RUN DOWN TO THE CAR AND GET THEM?
[chuckling]
[gasps]
BREATHE IT, KID.
HOLD STILL.
COME ON, KID. BREATHE IT.
THAT'S IT. JUST KEEP BREATHING. HOLD STILL.
THAT'S IT.
COME ON, KID.
BREATHE IN. THAT'S IT.
EASY.
[crying]
[grunts]
DID YOU GET IT?
NOT YET.
OH, JEEZ. CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?
I'M DOING THE BEST I CAN.
THIS ONE'S GONNA TO BE OK.
HEARD ANY JOKES LATELY?
COME ON, KID.
HOLD ON.
COME ON. HOLD ON.
BREATHE IN. THAT'S IT. I CAN SEE IT.
[moaning]
OH, GOD.
COME ON.
I CAN SEE IT.
IT'S ALMOST THERE.
COME ON.
THERE.
[explosion]
[glass shattering]
SHH.
[crying]
[sighs]
IT'S OK, NOW. SHH, SHH, SHH.
[woman chattering]
YOU DIDN'T NEED TO WAIT, JACK. I'M FINE.
WELL, I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU.
I'M FINE, REALLY.
HURT MUCH?
NO, NOT REALLY.
I'LL BET IT DOES.
JACK, I'M FINE.
WHAT DO YOU SAY WE HAVE DINNER TONIGHT?
DINNER?
YEAH.
SURE. I GOT TO GO HOME AND CHANGE THOUGH.
YOU CAN GO JUST LIKE THAT.
I CAN'T GO TO THE RESTAURANT LIKE THIS.
OH, WE'RE GOING TO MY PLACE.
OH.
OK.
I THINK WE SHOULD GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER BETTER.
I LOVE IT.
IT'S A-- IT'S GOOD IDEA FOR PARTNERS
TO SPEND TIME WITH EACH OTHER AWAY FROM WORK.
OH, DEFINITELY. I--I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT, YEAH.
WE'LL GO OVER THE USUAL OFFICE ROUTINES. STATION PROCEDURES.
THERE'S A LOT OF THINGS YOU ARE GONNA NEED TO KNOW.
THE CHIEF ISN'T THE EASIEST GUY TO GET ALONG WITH.
I ALWAYS TAKE MY NEW PARTNERS TO DINNER.
OH, YOU DO?
JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE A WOMAN SHOULDN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE, RIGHT?
RIGHT.
WELL, LISTEN, UM,
I REALLY APPRECIATE THE GESTURE,
BUT I--I THINK THAT I'M GOING TO GO HOME TONIGHT.
WHY NOT DINNER?
JUST FORGET IT.
[men chattering]
(Lois) THE PASTA WILL BE AL DENTE
IN EXACTLY 2 MINUTES AND 17 SECONDS.
(Jack) FORGET IT, LOIS.
WHERE'S YOUR GUEST FOR DINNER?
JUST FORGET IT.
DID SHE FORGET IT?
NO, SHE DIDN'T FORGET IT. I'M ASKING YOU TO FORGET IT.
VERY WELL, I WILL ERASE IT FROM MEMORY.
YOU DO THAT.
BOBBY STAYED UP TO SAY GOOD NIGHT TO YOU.
DAD.
HI, SON.
I SAW YOU ON T.V.
OH, YEAH?
I KNOW YOU DIDN'T MEAN IT.
MEAN WHAT?
WHAT YOU SAID.
THE WORDS THAT YOU SAID THAT YOU SAY I CAN'T SAY.
YEAH.
WELL, YOU SEE--
I KNOW.
YOU DIDN'T KNOW WHAT YOU WERE SAYING.
BECAUSE YOU WERE JUST WORRIED ABOUT HER.
WELL, THAT'S TRUE.
BUT THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE.
YOU SEE, SOMETIMES--
JUST DON'T LET IT HAPPEN AGAIN.
[chuckling]
I'LL TRY.
DID SHE COME HERE TONIGHT?
[both chuckling]
NO, SHE WENT HOME.
EXCUSE ME, SERGEANT. THEY WANT YOU AT THE POLICE STATION.
OH.
I GOT TO GO.
OK.
GO TO SLEEP.
GOOD NIGHT, SON.
YES, SIR.
[both giggling]
GOOD NIGHT.
[buzzing]
[man chattering]
JACK, LOOK AT THIS.
THE BACK HALF IS ALL SOLID PROPELLANT.
THERE ARE DIFFERENT VALVES FOR DIRECTIONAL CONTROL.
THE NOSE IS ALL ELECTRONIC.
YOU'VE HEARD OF A BULLET THAT HAS YOUR NAME ON IT?
WELL, THIS ONE REALLY DOES.
AND YOU CAN PROGRAM IT, TO GO AFTER A CERTAIN PERSON.
AND WHAT'S THE SIGNATURE?
I DON'T KNOW, MAN. I'VE TRIED EVERYTHING.
MOVEMENT, LIGHT, SHAPE.
I GOT TO KNOW, MARVIN.
YEAH, I KNOW YOU GOT TO KNOW. I'M DOING MY BEST, OK?
IT'S TRICKY.
[electronic beeping]
MY GOD.
IT'S A HEAT-SEEKING MISSILE.
YOU KNOW, MARVIN, THEY COME RIGHT AT A SPECIFIC PERSON.
SURE. EVERYONE'S BODY HAS ITS OWN UNIQUE HEAT PATTERN.
THIS IS YOUR BODY'S HEAT PATTERN AND THIS IS MINE.
CLEAN, SIMPLE, AND NEAT.
JACK?
THIS IS A POLICE NIGHTMARE.
WE USED TO WORRY ABOUT TERRORISTS AND CROOKS GETTING A-BOMBS.
THE REAL PROBLEM IS THIS MICROELECTRONIC STUFF, LIKE THIS.
I MEAN, A SMART BULLET?
WHAT ABOUT THESE CHIPS?
IT OVERRIDES ALL C.P.U. INSTRUCTIONS.
IT CAN TURN ANY DOMESTIC COMPUTER INTO A KILLING MACHINE.
(Chief) CHARLES LUTHER. THIS THE GUY?
YEAH, THAT'S HIM.
THIS IS A BAD GUY.
SERVED 1 TO 3 ARMED ROBBERY.
ARREST MURDER 2, NO CONVICTION.
ARREST FOR ASSAULT WITH A DEADLY WEAPON. CONVICTION OVERTURNED.
MOB CONNECTIONS.
HE'S A RICH KID GONE BAD. WHAT'S HE DOING WITH JOHNSON?
LUTHER GOT JOHNSON AND HARRY TO DESIGN THE CHIPS.
KNOCKED HIM OFF AND RAN AWAY WITH HIS STUFF.
HE LIKES TO KILL PEOPLE.
HE'S KILLED 5 SO FAR. I WANT HIM.
YEAH, I'M SURE YOU DO.
BUT HOW ARE YOU GOING TO GET HIM?
WE'VE GOT HIS GIRLFRIEND.
WHOOP-DE-DOO.
YOU THINK THIS GUY'S INTERESTED IN A PIECE OF ASS?
SHE'S ALL WE'VE GOT.
AND SHE LEADS NOWHERE.
I WANT YOU TO TALK TO ONE OF OUR PSYCHICS.
OH, CHIEF!
LINDA'S IN THE BUILDING. WORKING ON THAT MISSING KID CASE.
I'M GOING TO SEND HER UP HERE TO GIVE YOU A READING.
COME ON, CHIEF. JUST DO IT, RAMSAY.
LOUIS.
LOU...
AN OLD NAME.
LUCIFER, LUTHER.
YEAH.
IS HIS NAME LUTHER?
AND YOU WERE LOOKING FOR HIM.
HE'S VERY ANGRY.
(Jack) WHERE IS HE?
I'M NOT SURPRISED YOU ARE LOOKING FOR HIM.
YOU HAVE A KARMIC BOND, YOU KNOW.
YOU WERE BROTHERS IN ANOTHER LIFETIME.
LINDA.
YOUR RELATIONSHIP IS VERY CLEAR.
YOU'RE LIKE PIECES IN THE SAME PUZZLE.
YOU'VE BEEN CLOSE MANY TIMES. AND YOU'LL GET CLOSER.
LINDA, LINDA.
YOU'LL DEFINITELY MEET.
WHEN?
AND WHERE?
HE'LL SEE TO THAT.
AFTER ALL,
YOU HAVE WHAT HE WANTS.
I DO?
OF COURSE.
OH, YES. I WORK AS AN EXERCISE INSTRUCTOR.
WHERE?
WELL, A LOT OF PLACES. LOOK, I'VE GOT A FIRM BODY, MAN.
MY BODY'S PERFECT. HERE, JUST GO AHEAD AND PUNCH THAT.
IT'S LIKE A ROCK. I CAN SEE THAT.
COME ON, HONEY.
RAMSAY, HE'S GIVING ME A HARD TIME. DOESN'T BELIEVE THAT I'M AN EXERCISE--
I CAN'T HELP YOU, KID.
WIENER-HEAD!
(man on P.A. system) OFF. MELHOCK TO ARTIST'S SKETCH ROOM.
THEY CALLED YOU BACK, TOO, HUH?
YEAH.
HOW ARE YOU FEELING?
OK. IT HURTS A LITTLE. BUT, IT'S OK.
HEY, RAMSAY. TELEPHONE.
I'M NOT HERE.
WHAT'S GOIN' ON?
JACK?
THOSE ILLEGAL CHIPS, IT LOOKS LIKE THEY WERE PRODUCTION ETCHED.
MEANING WHAT?
THEY WERE RUN OFF A REGULAR ASSEMBLY LINE.
SO? SO?
SOMEWHERE THERE ARE PHOTO TEMPLATES TO MAKE MORE.
WHO HAS THE TEMPLATES?
I DON'T KNOW.
WE BETTER FIND HIM.
HEY, RAMSAY, HE SAID HE KNOWS YOU'RE HERE.
YOU KNOW SOMEBODY NAMED LUTHER?
[woman chattering on P.A. system]
THIS IS RAMSAY.
(Luther) YOU'RE LUCKY TO BE ALIVE, RAMSAY.
YOU SHOULD HAVE LET THE ROBOT DISARM IT.
SO YOU WATCH TELEVISION. WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND?
I WATCH, I LOOK, I LISTEN.
I'M WATCHIN' YOU NOW.
RIGHT. WHAT'S ON YOUR MIND, LUTHER?
YOU'RE STANDING BY THE DESK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM,
PUNCHING BUTTONS ON THE CONSOLE TRYING TO TRACE THIS CALL,
WHICH WON'T DO SHIT.
'CAUSE I'M CALLING FROM A MOBILE PHONE.
NOW YOU'RE LOOKING AROUND.
NOW YOU'RE CUPPING YOUR HAND OVER THE RECEIVER.
HE'S TAPPED INTO THE CLOSED CIRCUIT T.V. KILL THAT MONITOR!
I CAN'T HEAR WHAT YOU ARE SAYIN' NOW. BUT YOU'RE RIGHT.
I TAPPED INTO THE T. V. LINE.
THAT WASN'T VERY NICE, RAMSAY.
HOW'D HE DO THAT?
YOU'RE PROBABLY WONDERING HOW I DID THAT.
WHAT DO YOU WANT?
I WANT MY GIRL, RAMSAY. I KNOW SHE'S THERE.
I WANT YOU TO TURN HER OVER TO ME.
NO WAY.
IF YOU DON'T, I'LL KILL HER.
THEN I'LL KILL YOU.
YOU CAN'T RUN AWAY, RAMSAY. I'LL FIND YOU.
MY LITTLE MACHINES WILL FIND YOU WHEREVER YOU GO.
[dial tone buzzing]
[grunts]
[phone ringing]
WHY DOES HE WANT THE GIRL SO MUCH?
(woman) MAYBE SHE HAS THE TEMPLATES.
MARVIN, CAN YOU GET ME A LITTLE BUG? A REAL LITTLE ONE?
(Marvin) YEAH, I GOT IT FOR YOU.
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CATCH HIM.
AND HOW ARE YOU TONIGHT?
I SAID YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO CATCH HIM!
I TRIED.
WELL, YOU DIDN'T, SHITHEAD.
I FEEL BAD ABOUT IT, TOO.
NOT HALF AS BAD AS I DO.
YOU KNOW, YOU REALLY SCREWED UP.
(Jackie) YOU LET HIM GET AWAY. YOU KNOW WHERE THAT LEAVES ME?
HE'S SMART, YOU KNOW.
HE'S GONNA KNOW HOW YOU GOT IN THAT HOTEL ROOM.
AND HOW YOU FOUND HIM. BECAUSE I TOLD.
AND HE'S GONNA BE SO MAD!
WHAT AM I GOING TO DO NOW?
WELL, WE'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU, JACKIE.
SURE YOU WILL.
WE'RE GONNA MOVE YOU TO A SAFE PLACE.
YOU'RE GONNA MOVE ME TO A SAFE PLACE? AND WHERE IS THAT?
THERE'S NO SAFE PLACE. NOT FROM HIM.
SURE, THERE IS.
NO, THERE ISN'T!
WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO GET THROUGH TO YOU?
HE SEES EVERYTHING. HE KNOWS EVERYTHING THAT'S GOING ON IN HERE.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT I'M SAYING TO YOU?
WHY IS HE LOOKING FOR YOU, JACKIE?
HOW DO I KNOW?
WE BETTER MOVE YOU.
(robot) BEGINNING DE-BUG SCAN.
SCAN COMPLETE. NO BUGS DETECTED.
BEGINNING DE-BUG SCAN.
SCAN COMPLETE. NO BUGS DETECTED.
YOUR PURSE, JACKIE.
NOT AGAIN.
COME ON.
I'M CLEAN.
(Karen) WE'LL SEE.
BEGINNING DE-BUG SCAN.
BUG DETECTED.
(Karen) GIVE ME YOUR BLOUSE, JACKIE.
NICE.
RESUMING SCAN.
BUG DETECTED.
(Karen) GIVE ME YOUR BRA.
RESUMING SCAN.
[detector beeping]
BUG DETECTED.
(Karen) HOLD STILL.
RESUMING SCAN.
[detector beeping]
BUG DETECTED.
GOT A LOT OF BUGS, JACKIE.
I THOUGHT I WAS CLEAN.
YOU'RE LOADED.
LUTHER REALLY WANTS TO KEEP TRACK OF YOU.
WHY IS THAT, JACKIE?
[electronic beeping]
THESE TWO ARE CLEAN.
OK, FINE.
ARE YOU CRAZY? THESE ARE POLICE CARS.
(Karen) YOU WANT THE REGULAR 4 CAR ESCORT?
NO, JUST YOU. WE'LL TAKE THIS ONE WITH THE ROBOT DRIVER. YOU RIDE SHOTGUN.
IS THAT GOING TO BE ENOUGH?
HELL, NO! IF WE GO OUT THERE IN COP CARS, THEY'LL CATCH ONTO US RIGHT AWAY.
OH, I DOUBT THAT.
YOU DOUBT THAT? YOU'RE ACTING LIKE FREAKING SIR GALAHAD.
RIDING ON YOUR WHITE HORSE, AND YOU'RE GONNA GET US ALL KILLED.
WHERE'S THE TEMPLATES, JACKIE?
WHAT TEMPLATES?
LET'S GET MOVING. COME ON.
GREAT. WE HIT THE STREET. YOU, ME, AND DOLL FACE ARE DEAD.
(Rudy) HEY, JACK. YOU NEED A HAND?
EVERYTHING'S FINE. JUST DON'T TOUCH THE CARS.
HEY, COME ON. ITS ME, RUDY, YOUR OLD BUDDY--
DON'T TOUCH THE CAR!
HEY, COME ON, I'M CLEAN.
BACK OFF!
OK.
[car starting]
(Jackie) IT'S LUTHER.
YEAH. COULD BE.
THOMPSON, YOU READING?
(Thompson) VERY CLEAR. ARMED?
YES.
WHAT DO YOU THINK OUR CHANCES ARE OF GETTING THROUGH THIS?
I'M NOT WORRIED.
YEAH, WELL, YOU SHOULD BE.
(female voice) INTERNAL SCREENS ARE ACTIVATED.
CLEAR SO FAR.
NO ELECTRONIC TARGETS ARE SHOWN.
SET UP.
OK. PULL BACK A LITTLE.
GET THE LOCK-ON READY.
[electronic beeping]
A LOCK-ON IS--
LOCK-ON, ARMED.
FOR THE REAR.
A LOCK-ON IS ARMED.
[electronic beeping]
A LOCK-ON IS TRACKING.
SHIT!
IN PROGRESS.
[continues beeping]
(Jack) YOU'RE RIDING SHOTGUN, KID. IT'S ALL YOURS.
GOT IT.
A LOCK-ON IS TARGETED.
[tracking machine beeping]
[zapping]
ONE DOWN.
(voice) LOCK-ON TRACKING. ONE COMING.
A LOCK-ON IS CLOSING...
(Jack) COME IN THE FRONT.
200 YARDS.
[beeping]
[zapping]
YOU'RE CRAZY! YOU'RE BOTH CRAZY!
A LOCK-ON IS TRACKING.
CONDITIONS ARE SERIOUS.
[continues beeping]
[machine zapping]
[tracking machines beeping]
DAMN, WHAT ARE THEY KEYED ON. HOW MANY YOU'VE GOT?
5-- 6.
(Jack) BAIL OUT. MOVIN' IN.
(female voice) CONDITIONS ARE DANGEROUS.
WHAT'S HAPPENING NOW? WE'RE GETTING OUT OF HERE.
MULTIPLE LOCK-ONS TARGETED AT LESS THAN 200 YARDS.
CONDITIONS ARE DANGEROUS.
MULTIPLE LOCK-ONS TARGETED AT LESS THAN 100 YARDS.
[sighing]
COME ON! JUMP!
CONDITIONS ARE DANGEROUS.
[tracking machine beeping]
MULTIPLE LOCK-ONS TARGETED AT LESS THAN 50 YARDS.
[beeping continues]
MULTIPLE LOCK-ONS ARE CLOSING.
[grunts]
CONDITIONS DANGEROUS.
[grunts]
CONDITIONS DANGEROUS.
TAKE EVASIVE ACTION.
[tracking machine beeping]
[tires screeching]
[explosions]
[tires screeching]
[tracking machine beeping]
MULTIPLE LOCK-ONS ARE CLOSING.
(Karen) THEY'RE STILL TRACKING.
DAMN, WHAT IS IT KEYED ON?
WHATEVER IT IS, IT MOVED UP WHEN U DID.
CONDITIONS ARE DANGEROUS.
JACKIE. COME ON. YOU KNOW I'M CLEAN.
6 COMING FRONT AND REAR.
...TARGETED AT LESS THAN 200 YARDS.
[alarm beeping]
WE'RE NEVER GONNA MAKE IT THROUGH THIS ONE.
(Jack) JACKIE!
MULTIPLE LOCK-ONS TARGETED AT LESS THAN 100 YARDS.
ALL RIGHT, ALL RIGHT. JUST A MINUTE.
80, 70, 60, 50,
40, 30, 20...
GO AHEAD. THROW IT!
CONDITIONS ARE CRUCIAL.
[tires screeching]
[sighs]
[machine beeping]
THAT DID IT.
THE TEMPLATES?
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MUCH THESE ARE WORTH?
I KNOW, LUTHER WANTS 'EM PRETTY BAD.
YEAH. HE DOES.
AND I WANT LUTHER PRETTY BAD.
WHAT DO YOU SAY WE MAKE A PUBLIC APPEARANCE?
(attendant) HAI, YOU WANT SUSHI?
(Jack) 2 CALIFORNIA ROLLS.
HAI.
(Jackie) YOU KNOW, YOU GOTTA BE CRAZY TO STAND HERE LIKE THIS.
WHY? WHERE IS HE?
HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW? HE COULD BE ANYWHERE.
YEAH, WELL, THAT DOESN'T DO US MUCH GOOD, DOES IT?
THIS IS STUPIDEST THING I'VE EVER HEARD OFF.
YOU THINK HE'S GONNA SHOW UP? HE'S NOT GONNA SHOW UP
SO LET'S JUST GET OUT OFF HERE.
HE WANTS THESE. DOESN'T HE? HE'LL COME.
(attendant) HAI. SUSHI IS HERE.
[machine humming]
OH, SEE, DOESN'T THAT LOOK GOOD?
YOU HAD THE TEKAMAKI.
(Luther) RAMSAY.
LET ME SPEAK TO HER, RAMSAY.
WHERE ARE YOU?
DON'T BE AN ASSHOLE.
I'M LIKE YOU, HAVING DINNER.
YOU MIGHT SAY, A NIGHT OUT ON THE TOWN WITH YOUR PARTNER.
CAN YOU GIVE SOME WATER?
COME ON, COME ON. HURRY UP.
OFF. THOMPSON HERE WAS NICE ENOUGH TO LEND ME HER HEADSET.
MOVE A LITTLE, DEAR, SO HE CAN SEE THE GUN.
TAKE A SEAT WITH JACKIE.
(Jack) COME ON.
(waiter) GOOD EVENING. TWO FOR DINNER?
(Jack) THAT'S RIGHT.
THIS WAY, PLEASE.
[people chattering]
(Luther) BE COOL.
WE DON'T WANT ANY SHOOTING IN A PLACE LIKE THIS. DO WE?
NO.
GOOD BOY.
JUST DON'T GET TOO NERVOUS, RAMSAY.
I WON'T.
I BEG YOUR PARDON, SIR?
NOTHING. THIS IS FINE.
ALL RIGHT.
NOW, GIVE JACKIE THE TEMPLATES.
GOOD EVENING, WOULD YOU LIKE SOMETHING FROM THE BAR?
UH, NO, NOTHING. THANK YOU.
I'LL BE RIGHT BACK WITH YOUR MENUS, OK?
COULD YOU GIVE US A COUPLE OF MINUTES? SURE.
ALL RIGHT, NOW SEND JACKIE OVER TO ME.
YOU SEND THOMPSON FIRST.
(Luther) WHAT'S THE MATTER, SERGEANT?
DON'T YOU TRUST ME?
COME ON, COME ON. I HAVEN'T GOT ALL NIGHT.
IT'S MY INSURANCE POLICY.
SEND THOMPSON.
AT THE SAME TIME.
GO AHEAD, JACKIE.
[man coughing]
[groaning]
(Luther) GOODBYE, DARLING.
SWEET DREAMS.
WHAT DO YOU THINK I'M STUPID, RAMSAY?
WHAT'S THE MATTER? SOMETHING WRONG?
THESE AREN'T ALL OF 'EM, RAMSAY.
NOBODY DOES THAT TO ME. NOBODY!
[man exclaiming]
[people screaming]
[grunts]
[panting]
SO HE GOT AWAY.
(Jack) YEAH.
AND HE STIFFS THE GIRL. (Jack) THAT'S RIGHT.
WELL, THAT'S GOOD. THAT'S EXCELLENT WORK, RAMSAY.
WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO NEXT? NOTHING.
WELL, YOU CAN'T SCREW THAT UP.
I'M GONNA DO NOTHIN' 'CAUSE I PLANTED A BUG ON HIM.
I'LL PICK IT UP ANYTIME NOW.
YOU HOPE.
[knocking on door]
WHAT IS IT?
RAMSAY, THEY GOT A SIGNAL FROM THE BUG ON LUTHER.
WHERE? CITY HOSPITAL.
(Karen) HE MUST'VE GOT HURT.
THINK YOU GOT ENOUGH PEOPLE HERE? THEY'RE GONNA PICK YOU UP.
WHERE IS HE?
HE'S IN THE JOHN. WE'RE READY TO GO IN.
CLEAR THOSE CIVILIANS OUTTA HERE. LET'S GO.
YOU STAY HERE.
(policeman) WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?
SALLY!
[detector beeping]
CONGRATULATIONS, GUYS. YOU JUST STAKED OUT A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER.
SALLY, GO THROUGH THE USUAL ROUTINES.
MAYBE WE CAN FIND SOMETHIN'.
WE BETTER GO.
YOU WANNA WATCH THE DOOR IN CASE SOMEONE COMES?
(policeman) SURE.
[thunder rumbling]
[thunder crackling]
[screaming]
[groans]
[man chattering on radio]
[computer beeping]
[phone ringing]
WHERE'S THE CHIEF?
HEY, CHIEF.
I DON'T KNOW WHERE YOU GOT THOSE IDIOTS--
(Chief) OK, RAMSAY.
IT WAS REALLY AMATEUR NIGHT.
OK, RAMSAY. WE BLEW IT.
YEAH, I'LL SAY YOU BLEW IT. WE SHOULD HAVE HAD HIM.
OFFICER, YOU DIDN'T FIND HIM, HUH?
NOPE.
HE'S GOOD.
JACK, YOU BETTER LOOK AT THIS.
OH, GOD.
[busy signal beeping]
IT'S BUSY.
(Jack) BOBBY!
BOBBY!
[thunder rumbling]
LOIS.
(Lois) AIR.
AIR.
AIR. AIR.
LOIS, WHAT HAPPENED? (Lois) AIR.
AIR.
HER VOICE MODULE'S BROKEN.
SEE IF YOU CAN PATCH IT.
HOW COULD SHE LET THIS HAPPEN?
WASN'T SHE WATCHING THE DOOR?
DON'T TRY TO SPEAK, LOIS.
SHE'S LOSING A LOT OF HYDRAULIC FLUID.
SHE'LL BE ALL RIGHT AS LONG AS SHE KEEPS POWER TO HER MEMORY CIRCUITS.
(Lois) BOBBY. BOBBY.
HIT THE RESET.
LOIS?
BOBBY WAS ON THE PHONE
WHEN AN EXTREMELY UNPLEASANT MAN CAME IN THE BACK DOOR.
WHAT ABOUT BOBBY?
THE MAN FORCED BOBBY TO LEAVE WITH HIM.
HOW LONG AGO?
MY CLOCK IS DISCONNECTED. I DO NOT KNOW THE ELAPSED TIME
DID HE SAY ANYTHING? WHERE HE WAS GOING? ANYTHING?
HE LEFT NO... NO MESSAGE.
LOIS?
LET ME SEE IT.
(Karen) I'M REALLY SORRY.
(Lois) I AM REALLY SORRY.
THE DINNER WILL NOT BE PAINTED IN TIME.
SGT. RAMSAY IS NOT HERE TO ANSWER YOUR CALL.
PLEASE LEAVE YOUR MESSAGE WHEN YOU HEAR THE TONE.
MAY I SHOW YOU TO THE DOOR?
I THINK THAT'S IT.
MAY I SHOW YOU...
NOW, LOIS, DO AN INTERNAL DIAGNOSTIC CHECK.
BEGINNING DIAGNOSTIC CHECK NOW.
[beeping]
[phone ringing]
WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY SON?
(Luther) LISTEN, SUCKER.
YEAH, I'M LISTENING.
IF YOU WANNA SEE YOUR BOY ALIVE,
BRING THE OTHER TEMPLATES.
JUST YOU ALONE. NO TRICKS THIS TIME.
WHERE?
I'LL BE THERE.
WHERE ARE WE GOING? ALONE. HE SAID ALONE.
I'M YOUR PARTNER. HE SAID ALONE.
HE'LL KNOW IF YOU COME.
I'LL WAIT OUT IN THE CAR. LISTEN TO ME.
HE'LL KNOW. I'M NOT TAKIN' ANY CHANCES WITH BOBBY.
WHERE'RE YOU GONNA MEET HIM?
YOU PROMISE ME YOU WON'T FOLLOW ME?
I PROMISE.
AND YOU WON'T CALL ANYBODY?
I WON'T CALL ANYBODY.
(Lois) DIAGNOSTIC CHECK COMPLETED.
THERE IS A MALFUNCTION.
LOIS?
PLEASE CHECK BATTERY CONNECTION.
SURE.
THANK YOU.
IS THIS IT?
YES.
[Lois dings]
(Jack) WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY SON?
(Luther) LISTEN, SUCKER.
YEAH, I'M LISTENING.
IF YOU WANNA SEE YOUR BOY ALIVE,
BRING THE OTHER TEMPLATES.
JUST YOU ALONE. NO TRICKS THIS TIME.
WHERE?
GO DOWN MAIN STREET,
RIGHT TO SANTESIS CONSTRUCTION SIGN.
(Luther) DON'T WORRY, RAMSAY.
THE SPIDERS WON'T HURT YOU.
[skittering]
(Bobby) DAD, ARE YOU COMING TO GET ME?
DO YOU HAVE THE TEMPLATES THIS TIME, RAMSAY?
I DO.
ALL RIGHT, DROP YOUR GUN.
NOW GET ON THE ELEVATOR.
(Luther) COME OUT, RAMSAY.
LET HIM GO. NOW!
OF COURSE.
[machines humming]
GET ON THE ELEVATOR, BOBBY.
I WANNA STAY WITH YOU, DAD.
(Jack) GET ON THE ELEVATOR, SON.
PUSH THE BUTTON TO GO DOWN.
STAY AWAY FROM THE EDGE.
THE TEMPLATES, RAMSAY.
AFTER HE'S DOWN.
AFTER HE'S SAFE.
THERE'S A LITTLE PROBLEM ABOUT THAT, SERGEANT.
I CAN'T HAVE ANY WITNESSES. IT'S TOO MESSY.
THE SPIDERS HAVE BEEN PROGRAMMED
TO KILL THE FIRST PERSON THAT COMES OUT OF THE ELEVATOR.
OH, THEY'LL LET YOU IN, BUT THEY WON'T LET YOU OUT.
AND THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT.
BOBBY! STOP THE ELEVATOR!
PUSH THE BUTTON!
WHAT'S THE MATTER?
(Jack) STOP THE ELEVATOR! PUSH THE BUTTON!
THEY DON'T WORK.
NONE OF THEM WORK!
(Luther) YOU CAN'T STOP IT.
I FIXED THE ELEVATOR.
LOOK ON YOUR MONITOR. YOU MAY GET A BETTER VIEW.
DAD?
[grunting]
BOBBY!
EVER SEE 'EM KILL SOMEBODY, RAMSAY?
IT'S REALLY IMPRESSIVE.
THEY'RE LOADED WITH ACID.
BOBBY!
DAD!
KAREN!
COME ON, KID.
YOU BASTARD!
[machines whirring]
[wind whistling]
[grunts]
[spider rattling]
[rattling]
[rattling continues]
[grunts]
[spider rattling]
[screams]
[grunting]
[spiders rattling]
[elevator beeping]
[groans]
[Jack grunting]
[groans]
[crunching]
[Jack groans]
THAT'S GOOD, RAMSAY.
BUT NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
ENJOY THE VIEW.
[grunts]
[screaming]
[grunting]
[screaming]
[continues screaming]
DAD!
[grunts]
IT'S OK, SON.
IT'S OK.
THANKS.
YOU ALL RIGHT?
[grunting] YEAH, I'M OK.
BOBBY,
YOU GO TO THE CAR.
TELL LOIS YOU'RE ALL RIGHT.
[screaming]
YOU LOOK AWFUL.
I THINK I'VE OVERCOME MY FEAR OF HEIGHTS.
HURT MUCH?
NO, IT'S ALL RIGHT. I'LL GET IT TAKEN CARE OF.
HOW ABOUT DINNER?
DINNER?
SURE.
JUST 'CAUSE YOU'RE A WOMAN,
SHOULDN'T MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE, RIGHT?
RIGHT.
CAN YOU COOK?
TRY ME.