RoboCop (1994): Season 1, Episode 5 - Officer Missing - full transcript
Feeling like the Chairman has been enjoying the spoils of OCP for too long, Robocop decides to take him on a tour of the rundown part of Old Detroit. There he witnesses first hand the chaos and destruction left in the wake of big business. To make matters worse, a bizarre band of pirates has been terrorizing the streets, and RoboCop gets attacked by them and starts malfunctioning. In order to escape this nightmare, the two must team up with the parents of a sick child who needs a heart transplant.
- [Chairman] What do you mean there's
no tissue match for the kid?
- [Aubrey] It's from heaven.
- You find one, or
there'll be hell to pay.
- The greatest PR crew since OCP took
the Nobel prize for profit margins.
- Call everyone, call the president.
What?
Oh, then call her husband.
- Book me sack time.
The whole world's gonna know
we're in this kid's corner.
- What?
- What?
- What, here at Mediplex?
- It's booked up?
- Well, I don't care who it's assigned to,
those lungs go to the boy.
- I don't care about the peace conference,
book me the sack time.
- Nothing matters more than Josh Avery.
- Nothing matters more than
the Josh Avery campaign.
(cellphones clacking)
- These people should get
their priorities straight.
- Tell me about it.
(gentle music)
- [Announcer] Give us three minutes
and we'll give you the world.
This is "Media Break" with
Bo Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.
- A dramatic rescue in Old Detroit
as nine-year-old Josh Avery
and his parents are plucked
from the notorious Stompers gang.
Unfortunately, this brave
little guy's troubles
were far from over, as he
was rushed to Omni Mediplex.
- Sadly, Bo, this young
recipient of a lung transplant,
or allograft, now finds his
life threatened yet again
by a malfunctioning organ,
with no replacement in sight.
- Yes, Rocky, consumer
demand is taking its toll,
prices are skyrocketing.
The result, the organ market is booming.
Independent dealers report
prices for high-demand organs,
such as lungs and kidneys,
are at an all-time high.
Enter Josh's guardian
angel, the chairman of OCP.
- We'll do everything possible
to make sure Josh Avery
gets his transplant.
- Because OCP cares.
- There's a company with
heart or, should I say, lungs?
(both laughing)
- Ouch.
- [Announcer] It's time
for Commander Cash!
(group applauding)
(party blowers wailing)
(Suzy inhales)
- Happy birthday, Suzy!
- Here's your mandatory library card.
- [Suzy] Wow! But what's this barcode for?
- Glad you asked.
That barcode is your
organ donor information.
- [Major Marketing] See, this
John Doe is going to make
a lot of people happy.
- So, be a superhero!
- Be a super donor!
- [Announcer] The OCP library card,
it's not just for books anymore.
It heals and it's the law.
- [Announcer] Dr. Jeffrey to Emergency.
Dr. Jeffrey to Emergency.
- Mr. Chairman.
- Elliot.
- I was just notified
about this lung procedure.
Now, as chief of staff, I have to say-
- We're saving the life
of a child, Dr. Marner.
- We've already reached our quota
of charity cases for this fiscal year.
How's it going to sit with the board?
- I'll take care of the board,
you take care of little Josh.
(Dr. Marner sighs)
(machine beeping)
- Dr. Fine to Radiology.
Dr. Fine to Radiology.
(footsteps thudding)
- How do you feel?
- Kinda scared, maybe.
I guess I'm not brave like you.
(gears whirring)
(gentle music)
- We have all been afraid.
- I just wanna be like other kids again.
You know.
- Yes, I know.
- [Louise] Oh! Oh, god!
(Louise groans)
- [Nurse] This is a restricted area.
- Open that organ bank, sister.
And no alarms.
(panel buzzes)
(keyboard clicking)
(tube hisses)
Move it!
(keyboard clicking)
(security chip beeping)
(alarm wailing)
(footsteps thudding)
- Doctor, hurry. Hurry!
They're stealing the lungs!
(gears whirring)
(footsteps thudding)
- Now what?
(door rattling)
- [Louise] This.
(man yelps)
(gun fires)
(glass shatters)
- [Woman] Oh, my god!
- Stay with the party.
- Mr. Chairman.
(glass shatters)
(footsteps thudding)
- One shot, and it's history.
(interface beeping)
(engine rumbling)
(tires squealing)
(footsteps thudding)
(people chattering)
- Don't worry, RoboCop's on it.
(tires squealing)
(engine rumbling)
(door thuds)
- Go ahead and shock
the flatline, then let's quit.
- [Nurse] Okay, everybody, clear.
(door thuds)
- Officer Alex Murphy shot
to death in the line of duty.
(door thuds)
- [Man] Legally, he's dead.
We can pretty much do what we want.
(door thuds)
(static squealing)
- There's a new guy in
town. His name's RoboCop.
(door thuds)
(lively music)
(interface beeping)
- Murphy, it is you.
(interface beeping)
(cannon fires)
(explosion booms)
(drill whirring)
(electricity crackling)
(mine thuds)
(gun firing)
(explosions booming)
- Wow.
(explosion booms)
(gun firing)
(siren wailing)
(tires squealing)
(computer beeps)
- [Computer] Activating
Medicrime tracking signal.
(computer beeping)
Now tracking current
location of stolen unit.
(tires squealing)
(siren wailing)
(horns honking)
(interface beeping)
(tires squealing)
(fire crackling)
(tires squealing)
- [Dave] Some job.
"In and out, easy as cream,"
ain't that what Doc said?
- He'll sell your thin
brain. Watch the road.
Don't call him Doc.
He's sensitive about it.
- You're crazy, you know that?
And I don't care what Doc thinks.
- Look out!
(tires screeching)
(Dave groans)
- Step out of the car,
or there will be trouble.
- He's got us.
- Grit your teeth, Galahad.
(foot stomps)
(Dave screams)
(tires screeching)
Load them up, armor-piercing.
(Dave groans)
(tires squealing)
(siren wailing)
- Armor-piercing.
(tires squealing)
(siren wailing)
(gun clacking)
Oh!
- [Louise] Brake.
(tires screeching)
(tires clattering)
Go!
(tires squealing)
(gun firing)
(glass shatters)
(tires squealing)
(gun firing)
(tire explodes)
Yes!
(rubber clattering)
(tires screeching)
(footsteps thudding)
(gears whirring)
(machine beeping)
- Excuse me, Dr. Marner?
I'm Detective Madigan.
I'd like to go over the
crime scene with you, please.
- Did RoboCop catch them yet?
- No, he didn't, sweetie, but he will.
See you later.
- What if they question us?
We can't lie to the police.
- So what's the going
rate for lungs these days?
- Seven figures, I suppose.
I don't keep up with it.
- That's a lot of money.
Who would pay that?
Other hospitals?
- Absolutely not. All organs
are DNA-coded and cross-filed.
No hospital would touch stolen organs.
- So the black market, then.
- Well, you'd know more
about that than I would.
- What are the chances finding
Josh another pair of lungs?
- He's got antibodies that
reject almost everything.
- Well, then, how long can he-
- A day, two at most.
(doors whirring)
We'll do our best for him.
- Yeah, we all will.
(doors whirring)
(computer chiming)
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
- Vince!
How goes it in Maui? Talk to me.
- I'm dying, Detriti.
Where are my lungs?
(Vince inhales)
- Got a line in some USDA prime.
Child donor, mint condition.
Might cost you a little extra.
- I said I'd go for four mil.
(Vince coughing)
- Costs are high, Vince.
Payoffs, overhead, well, you
know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, I hear that new designer
drug of yours is number one
in the Polynesian hit parade.
- Cut the crap, Detriti.
(Vince inhales)
(Vince exhales)
I'll go to five mil, and that's it.
And remember this:
no one messes with Vince
Thanatos and lives.
- From your mouth to my ears.
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeping)
- We got it!
- Of course you did.
The plan was perfect.
- Ha! We almost got caught.
- What happened?
- Oh, the robot tracked us.
- Well, there's only one
way that could happen.
(security chip beeping)
- [Louise] Security chip.
- We know how to take care
of that, now don't we?
(gentle music)
(computer beeping)
(computer beeping)
(gears whirring)
(footsteps thudding)
(gears whirring)
(footsteps thudding)
(gears whirring)
(interface beeping)
- Police. Come out of the car.
(footsteps thudding)
I said, come out.
- Oh, Lord.
(footsteps thudding)
(gears whirring)
(man whimpering)
I wasn't gonna steal the car.
I was just gonna sleep in it.
- Give me that container.
- Huh? Oh, sure.
I wasn't gonna steal it either.
Here, take it. It's yours.
(security chip beeping)
(interface beeping)
- It is a bomb.
- Huh?
(man screams)
(explosion booms)
(fire roaring)
Bomb going off front of me,
robots running around in police cars.
It's getting so a fella can't even drink
one damn bottle no more.
(gears whirring)
(data spike rasps)
Whoa! Take it easy, man.
Just don't stab me!
Two guys and a dame.
They took off in a van, okay?
(computer beeping)
- One shot, and it's history.
- [RoboCop] Is that them?
- That's them, yeah. They're the ones.
- What kind of van?
(gear clicks)
(computer beeping)
- No.
No.
Oh! Yeah, right there!
Yeah, that's it!
Mighty Van 450, yeah.
It was white with a yellow stripe on it.
- You may go now.
- I may?
- Thank you for your
cooperation. Goodnight.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(tube hisses)
- Shift the green one there.
It's the pancreas for Otto.
(tube hisses)
Money in the bank.
- Now, we can get that dungeon.
- You are the most depraved
woman I have ever known.
- I was a cheerleader.
- [Detriti] Mm. Mm.
- So listen, I'm doing the file scan here,
but nothing has showed up.
This is a very tight
little world they have.
- They had inside help.
- Yeah, I'd say so.
- How can someone do that to a child?
- This boy's really
gotten to you, hasn't he?
- Josh and I have much in common.
- [Announcer] Dr. Marner, report in 2251.
Code blue.
Dr. Marner-
- That's Josh's room.
I gotta go.
(computer beeps)
- Vince, my supplier's a thief.
He won't release the goods
unless he gets a million more.
- What?
- I know, these are the type of people
that I gotta deal with.
It's not like the drug
trade. There's no integrity.
- You tell him I'll bust his chops.
(Detriti sighs)
- He'll just take them
someplace else, Vince.
You wanna forget it?
- No.
(Vince coughing)
Pay it.
Just make sure you have them by tomorrow.
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
- Think he bought it?
- What choice does he have?
I got him by the lungs.
(Louise chuckles)
(device beeping)
- It's getting harder to stabilize him.
I don't understand why.
- It wasn't a perfect organ.
It was the only one we could
get to keep Josh alive.
(Dr. Marner sighs)
- Where's its certification?
- There isn't any.
- What?
(Dr. Marner sighs)
Are you saying it was
a black market organ?
- Do you realize that's a felony?
- Who performed the surgery?
Come on, guys, who performed the surgery?
- Dr. Bailey.
(Dr. Marner sighs)
- Janet Bailey.
I dismissed her from here five years ago.
Her patient recovery record was a scandal.
No wonder the boy's like this.
- My son would be dead now
if it wasn't for Dr. Bailey.
She helped us when no one else would,
and Joe and I will always
be grateful to her.
- Ami's right, she did
everything she could.
- Where did you get the organ?
- Dr. Bailey got it.
- Where is she now? Do you know?
- She's not gonna talk to you.
- Well, then she'll talk to you. Let's go.
(computer chiming)
- Yeah?
Who?
Bailey? That's Otto Gilbert's turf.
I see.
Well, we'll have to do something
about that, now won't we?
- [Man] Ma'am, ma'am, could you...
(people chattering)
- No, that's two Bs.
It's on my card.
- Dr. Bailey.
- Can we get someone
to sew this back on, please?
- Dr. Bailey, please.
I need your help.
This is Detective Madigan.
- All right, show me your warrant.
- No warrant.
Just some information about your source
for black market organs.
- Are you joking? I'd be safer in jail.
- Time is short, Doctor.
Does Josh's life mean anything to you?
- Of course it does. What
kind of a question is that?
- Well, your reputation at Mediplex-
- Was ruined, because I
operated on high-risk patients
no one else would touch.
Naturally, my PSR plummeted.
- And what is PSR?
- Patient survival rating.
That's how she ended up here.
- Josh got the best lungs I could find.
Believe me, Joe.
- I know.
- Doctor, your source. Please.
- Otto Gilbert.
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeping)
(computer chiming)
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
(keyboard clicks)
- Come in. Come in.
(door buzzes)
(door opens)
Come in. Come in.
My favorite people.
You brought the pancreas?
- Show it to him, Louise.
- Oh, please. I trust you.
You want I should credit your account?
- That would be fine.
So, how's business, Otto?
- I'm thinking of retiring.
(keyboard clicking)
I'm not so young like I used to be.
- This how you leave your records, Otto?
Just lying around?
- Who comes here?
My friends.
(computer beeps)
There, you're all set.
(container hisses)
I trust you, I told you.
Hey.
(bottle spraying)
Hey. Hey, what are you doing?!
- Sit down!
(dramatic music)
(acid sizzling)
It's just acid, Otto.
It's good for cleaning things up.
(acid sizzling)
You mentioned retirement.
(somber music)
- [Madigan] Gilbert was a middleman.
He procured the organs
and then passed them on.
Damn, these records could've
incriminate a lot of people.
- And they would all have
a motive to kill him.
- Yeah, but why now? You know what I mean?
Right now, when we want
to question this guy.
This has gotta be connected to Josh Avery.
- Who could have known that?
- Well, whoever it was, covered
their tracks. Permanently.
(interface beeping)
- Your assessment may be premature.
(gentle music)
(computer beeps)
(data spike rasps)
(gear clicks)
(computer beeps)
(computer beeping)
- Here. Wait, wait, this one.
D-E something I-T.
(gear clicks)
(computer beeping)
Where is that, the list
of Mighty Van owners?
(gear clicks)
(computer beeping)
- D-E-T-R-I-T-I. Detriti.
First name: Ardo.
No current registration.
- I'll do a data scan on it.
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeping)
- Have it.
Otto Gilbert's organ inventory.
- Okay, here it is. Ardo Detriti.
Kicked out of Hillsdale
College med school.
So he'd have the expertise.
(computer beeping)
- [RoboCop] Now, if the
boy's lungs are listed-
- We can use the DNA code to
trace them back to the donor.
That's great.
Nice job, Murphy.
(door opens)
- Thank you, Madigan.
(door closes)
(gear clicks)
(computer beeping)
Diana.
(sparks crackling)
- [Diana] Don't you ever take downtime?
- An emergency.
- Josh Avery?
- Yes.
I cannot access OCP Pharmacorp files.
- So you want me to hack in. What for?
- There is a criminal named Detriti
who needs nitrogen gas
and organ containers.
- Which Pharmacorp happens to sell.
I'll buzz through Metronet
and get back to you.
(Dave grunts)
(door opens)
(Dave sighs)
(heels clicking)
(door closes)
- Why aren't you taking inventory, Dave?
- Why don't you give me
something for my foot, Doc?
- Ignore him.
He's a worm.
- Yeah, I know.
But if the worm isn't careful,
he won't be taking the inventory,
he will be the inventory.
(gentle music)
(Madigan sighs)
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
(computer beeps)
- Josh's lungs.
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
His donor had lung disease?
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
- What kind of a man has
a place like this, Jerry?
- A man who ain't expecting us, Tom.
(can spraying)
- Hey.
Hey!
Doc, Louise, get over here!
We've got company!
It's two guys, and they
don't look real friendly.
(tires squealing)
(gate crashes)
Whoa.
They busted through the gate.
- The cops?
- Maybe not.
We may have been a tad greedy.
- What do you mean?
Greedy how?
Hey, hey, wait up!
(gun clacks)
Nobody ever tells me nothing.
(Dave groans)
(mine beeping)
(switch clicks)
(mine beeping)
- [Detriti] I didn't think
Vince would go this far.
- Don't worry, we'll handle them.
- I know you will.
I'm a lucky man.
- Dave!
- You have stepped on me
for the last time!
The worm has turned!
- Dave, don't!
- What have I got to lose?
(mine beeping)
(explosion booms)
(bricks clattering)
(guns firing)
(gun clacking)
- Forget it, sweetheart.
I'm Tom.
- I'm Jerry.
- [Both] Where's Detriti?
(Louise sighs)
- Murphy, any luck digging
up a location on Detriti?
- 1514 Iacocca Parkway.
- 1514. Thank you.
- What?
- Detriti. He is at 1514 Iacocca Parkway.
- Someone with you?
- There is no person here.
- All right, I'll meet you there.
- I am not programmed to lie.
It makes things difficult.
- Alex, you're too much.
- Here's the new deal, Detriti.
(Vince coughing)
I'll pay you four million
(coughs) and you get a bonus.
I'll let you live.
- Mm. That sounds fair.
(lively music)
- Anything goes wrong,
I'll take your lungs.
(Vince coughing)
No anesthesia.
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
- Well, you heard the man.
- Don't do it.
- What choice do I have?
(chair squeaking)
(Louise grunts)
(footsteps thudding)
(door closes)
(tube hisses)
- Which one?
- [Detriti] The green one.
(tube hisses)
(footsteps thudding)
- [Louise] Oh, my god.
(Louise grunting)
Ardo!
- Thank you for your cooperation.
(Louise grunting)
- Hey, be careful.
That's Vince's life in your hands.
(dramatic music)
- You are under arrest.
Hand over the container.
(guns firing)
(tube hisses)
- [Detriti] How'd you get loose?
- They didn't tie me up like you do.
(Detriti laughs)
(guns firing)
- [Jerry] Hey! Watch it!
- Surrender, or my line
of fire drops two feet.
- Two feet?
Look, this is just a job, right?
- You have definite point.
(container rumbling)
Look, you want this, big guy? Huh?
(Tom grunts)
- [Jerry] Let's get outta here.
- Far as you go, gentlemen.
Right there, hold it.
Round the car.
Let's go, hands up.
(footsteps thudding)
Great, you got it. We got
to get those to hospital.
- I scanned it.
It is empty.
(container clatters)
- [Madigan] Let's go.
(footsteps thudding)
- What are we-
- Doing in here?
- Oh, we're gonna have a little talk,
and life will be a lot
easier if you two cooperate.
- We wanna see a lawyer.
(telephone rings)
- There is no time.
- Right.
Josh is worse.
(concrete smashes)
Uh-oh.
- "Uh-oh" what?
- Come on now, Robo,
don't do this, all right?
They have their rights!
Oh, this is great! The
system's malfunctioned.
I've seen him like this
before. This is not good, guys.
- Police brutality.
- Tell him to stop!
- I can't, not when he's like this.
- Dismember mode.
- Oh.
- Oh, god, he's gonna tear us apart.
- Give him what he wants,
tell him who you work for.
It's the only way to
go. He's gonna lose it.
- Vince Thanatos.
- He wants us to send the lungs to Maui.
- Fast.
- [Both] That's all we know.
(interface beeping)
(both groaning)
- A good citizen always
tells the truth, right?
- Right.
- Right.
- [Tom] Absolutely.
- [Madigan] Let's go, guys.
Got a nice, comfy cell waiting for you.
Easy, easy.
- Very impressive.
Kind of a good cop, bad cop thing, huh?
You make quite a team.
- You could say that.
I need files on all recent
vidphone transmissions to Hawaii.
- [Diana] For Mr. Thanatos?
- Detriti.
(data spike rasps)
- What's he look like?
(computer beeps)
Charming.
(doors whirring)
- It's customary, Nurse,
to get authorization
before opening up hospital files.
- She has authorization.
- I see.
- Doctor, we've found
the most terrible thing.
Substandard organs have been removed
from the hospital inventory.
- Substandard organs are destroyed.
- Apparently not.
Apparently, they've been
channeled into the black market.
Josh's defected lungs originated
from a tuberculous
victim in this hospital.
- What? Are you sure?
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
(nurse sighs)
I think it's time I did some
investigating of my own.
- Listen, who besides
yourself knows these...
Where did you get that cup?
- Oh, Dr. Marner handed them out last year
when Hillsdale won the big game.
He's very proud of his alma mater.
(keyboard clicking)
- Change of plans, Vince.
Tom and Jerry are out of the picture.
But, thanks to me, the lungs are safe.
And I insist on living
up to my obligation.
- What's your game, Detriti?
- Vince, please. My word is my bond.
I'll hand-deliver them, personally.
- [Diana] Okay, Alex, here's the vidphone
transmission from Hawaii.
(computer beeps)
- Vince, please.
(Vince coughing)
My word is my bond.
I'll hand-deliver them, personally.
- There's a programmed
Learjet waiting for you
at the Motown Island Airstrip.
(Vince coughing)
You can take my boat.
It's a Slip 44.
(Vince coughing)
- How's that?
- Good. Now it is up to me.
- Good luck.
- [Announcer] Dr. Matthew to the ER.
Dr. Matthew to the ER.
Dr. Honeycutt to Pathology.
(wall knocking)
Dr. Honeycutt to Pathology.
- I've just been told RoboCop is close
to recovering the organs.
Shouldn't your staff be getting ready?
- Well, there's a hitch, Mr. Chairman.
None of the doctors will risk an operation
that could mean a
10-point cut to their PSR.
- We'll forget the ratings this time.
- The PSR is regulated
by the Geneva Corporate Medicine Treaty.
There's nothing we can do.
- I'd say you've done
enough already, Dr. Marner.
- What are you talking about?
- Take a look at this after-hour entry log
from the organ bank.
- Where did you get this?
- It's not important. Do
you recognize the code?
- It's mine, but anyone
could've accessed my code card.
You're not suggesting that
I skimmed off those organs?
- Oh, I'm more than suggesting, sir.
- Why would Dr. Marner do such a thing?
- I wondered that myself,
and then I tapped into his records
at Hillsdale medical school.
You had a classmate named
Ardo Detriti, correct?
- That's right.
He was kicked out for
cheating on his finals.
- After claiming that
another student helped him.
You were that other student, Doctor.
- That's ridiculous.
- You paid him off, but
he wouldn't go away.
He threatened to expose
you unless you contributed
to his black market operation.
That's why Josh Avery wound
up with defective lungs,
and that is why the
replacements were stolen.
- Is this true?
- It wasn't like that.
The organs were substandard, useless,
and I never dreamed Detriti
would break in here.
- Then why did you give
him your access code?
- I...
- Come on, Doctor, say the words.
You're thief, and you're a liar.
(handcuffs beeping)
- My god, what a scandal.
- There's something about
the motion of the boat
that makes me, you know.
- Oh, I know.
(Louise chuckles)
- Goodbye, Old Detroit.
- Aloha, Hawaii.
(glasses clinking)
(triumphant music)
- [Louise] It's that robot.
- So what?
Can he walk on water?
(Louise chuckles)
(footsteps thudding)
(gears whirring)
(anchor whooshing)
(interface beeping)
(chain rattles)
(anchor thuds)
Huh?
Who does that metal moron think he is?
He can't hold us.
(interface beeping)
(ground rumbles)
(gears whirring)
(Detriti groans)
- Can't hold us, huh?
- That's what I said.
(engine rumbling)
(gears whirring)
(engine rumbling)
(alarm buzzing)
(gears whirring)
(engine rumbling)
Take the wheel!
(alarm buzzing)
(Detriti grunting)
- [Louise] Get the lung!
And make him an offer he can't refuse!
- Okay, RoboCop, you might get us,
but you'll never save that kid!
(interface beeping)
It's your move!
(anchor thuds)
(chain rattles)
Good thinking, you twisted little tramp.
(interface beeping)
(gears whirring)
(sparks crackling)
(gun fires)
(canister clatters)
(canister hissing)
(Louise yelping)
Help!
Help!
- [Louise] Oh, help!
- Oh, let me outta here!
Help!
- Ardo.
(Detriti screams)
Ardo!
- Help!
Help me!
(gears whirring)
- Well, there's one compensation.
- What?!
- It feels fantastic.
(gears whirring)
- Yes, Old Detroit breathes
a collective sigh of relief today,
and that includes little
Josh Avery himself
after coming through
his allograft operation
with flying colors,
thanks to the compassionate
chairman of OCP.
- Josh Avery has been
saved, and we're grateful.
But let's not forget the thousands more
just like him in Old Detroit.
As a friend of mine would say,
we've got a system that needs fixing.
- And OCP cares.
- Well said, Aubrey.
- Thank you, sir.
- The chairman has
learned a valuable lesson.
- Yeah, and monkeys may fly out of my...
Never mind.
Look, do me a favor, will you?
Take a break.
I'm gonna treat myself to a flux shower.
- I cannot.
Somewhere there is a crime happening.
- Alex, you're too much.
(triumphant music)
no tissue match for the kid?
- [Aubrey] It's from heaven.
- You find one, or
there'll be hell to pay.
- The greatest PR crew since OCP took
the Nobel prize for profit margins.
- Call everyone, call the president.
What?
Oh, then call her husband.
- Book me sack time.
The whole world's gonna know
we're in this kid's corner.
- What?
- What?
- What, here at Mediplex?
- It's booked up?
- Well, I don't care who it's assigned to,
those lungs go to the boy.
- I don't care about the peace conference,
book me the sack time.
- Nothing matters more than Josh Avery.
- Nothing matters more than
the Josh Avery campaign.
(cellphones clacking)
- These people should get
their priorities straight.
- Tell me about it.
(gentle music)
- [Announcer] Give us three minutes
and we'll give you the world.
This is "Media Break" with
Bo Harlan and Rocky Crenshaw.
- A dramatic rescue in Old Detroit
as nine-year-old Josh Avery
and his parents are plucked
from the notorious Stompers gang.
Unfortunately, this brave
little guy's troubles
were far from over, as he
was rushed to Omni Mediplex.
- Sadly, Bo, this young
recipient of a lung transplant,
or allograft, now finds his
life threatened yet again
by a malfunctioning organ,
with no replacement in sight.
- Yes, Rocky, consumer
demand is taking its toll,
prices are skyrocketing.
The result, the organ market is booming.
Independent dealers report
prices for high-demand organs,
such as lungs and kidneys,
are at an all-time high.
Enter Josh's guardian
angel, the chairman of OCP.
- We'll do everything possible
to make sure Josh Avery
gets his transplant.
- Because OCP cares.
- There's a company with
heart or, should I say, lungs?
(both laughing)
- Ouch.
- [Announcer] It's time
for Commander Cash!
(group applauding)
(party blowers wailing)
(Suzy inhales)
- Happy birthday, Suzy!
- Here's your mandatory library card.
- [Suzy] Wow! But what's this barcode for?
- Glad you asked.
That barcode is your
organ donor information.
- [Major Marketing] See, this
John Doe is going to make
a lot of people happy.
- So, be a superhero!
- Be a super donor!
- [Announcer] The OCP library card,
it's not just for books anymore.
It heals and it's the law.
- [Announcer] Dr. Jeffrey to Emergency.
Dr. Jeffrey to Emergency.
- Mr. Chairman.
- Elliot.
- I was just notified
about this lung procedure.
Now, as chief of staff, I have to say-
- We're saving the life
of a child, Dr. Marner.
- We've already reached our quota
of charity cases for this fiscal year.
How's it going to sit with the board?
- I'll take care of the board,
you take care of little Josh.
(Dr. Marner sighs)
(machine beeping)
- Dr. Fine to Radiology.
Dr. Fine to Radiology.
(footsteps thudding)
- How do you feel?
- Kinda scared, maybe.
I guess I'm not brave like you.
(gears whirring)
(gentle music)
- We have all been afraid.
- I just wanna be like other kids again.
You know.
- Yes, I know.
- [Louise] Oh! Oh, god!
(Louise groans)
- [Nurse] This is a restricted area.
- Open that organ bank, sister.
And no alarms.
(panel buzzes)
(keyboard clicking)
(tube hisses)
Move it!
(keyboard clicking)
(security chip beeping)
(alarm wailing)
(footsteps thudding)
- Doctor, hurry. Hurry!
They're stealing the lungs!
(gears whirring)
(footsteps thudding)
- Now what?
(door rattling)
- [Louise] This.
(man yelps)
(gun fires)
(glass shatters)
- [Woman] Oh, my god!
- Stay with the party.
- Mr. Chairman.
(glass shatters)
(footsteps thudding)
- One shot, and it's history.
(interface beeping)
(engine rumbling)
(tires squealing)
(footsteps thudding)
(people chattering)
- Don't worry, RoboCop's on it.
(tires squealing)
(engine rumbling)
(door thuds)
- Go ahead and shock
the flatline, then let's quit.
- [Nurse] Okay, everybody, clear.
(door thuds)
- Officer Alex Murphy shot
to death in the line of duty.
(door thuds)
- [Man] Legally, he's dead.
We can pretty much do what we want.
(door thuds)
(static squealing)
- There's a new guy in
town. His name's RoboCop.
(door thuds)
(lively music)
(interface beeping)
- Murphy, it is you.
(interface beeping)
(cannon fires)
(explosion booms)
(drill whirring)
(electricity crackling)
(mine thuds)
(gun firing)
(explosions booming)
- Wow.
(explosion booms)
(gun firing)
(siren wailing)
(tires squealing)
(computer beeps)
- [Computer] Activating
Medicrime tracking signal.
(computer beeping)
Now tracking current
location of stolen unit.
(tires squealing)
(siren wailing)
(horns honking)
(interface beeping)
(tires squealing)
(fire crackling)
(tires squealing)
- [Dave] Some job.
"In and out, easy as cream,"
ain't that what Doc said?
- He'll sell your thin
brain. Watch the road.
Don't call him Doc.
He's sensitive about it.
- You're crazy, you know that?
And I don't care what Doc thinks.
- Look out!
(tires screeching)
(Dave groans)
- Step out of the car,
or there will be trouble.
- He's got us.
- Grit your teeth, Galahad.
(foot stomps)
(Dave screams)
(tires screeching)
Load them up, armor-piercing.
(Dave groans)
(tires squealing)
(siren wailing)
- Armor-piercing.
(tires squealing)
(siren wailing)
(gun clacking)
Oh!
- [Louise] Brake.
(tires screeching)
(tires clattering)
Go!
(tires squealing)
(gun firing)
(glass shatters)
(tires squealing)
(gun firing)
(tire explodes)
Yes!
(rubber clattering)
(tires screeching)
(footsteps thudding)
(gears whirring)
(machine beeping)
- Excuse me, Dr. Marner?
I'm Detective Madigan.
I'd like to go over the
crime scene with you, please.
- Did RoboCop catch them yet?
- No, he didn't, sweetie, but he will.
See you later.
- What if they question us?
We can't lie to the police.
- So what's the going
rate for lungs these days?
- Seven figures, I suppose.
I don't keep up with it.
- That's a lot of money.
Who would pay that?
Other hospitals?
- Absolutely not. All organs
are DNA-coded and cross-filed.
No hospital would touch stolen organs.
- So the black market, then.
- Well, you'd know more
about that than I would.
- What are the chances finding
Josh another pair of lungs?
- He's got antibodies that
reject almost everything.
- Well, then, how long can he-
- A day, two at most.
(doors whirring)
We'll do our best for him.
- Yeah, we all will.
(doors whirring)
(computer chiming)
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
- Vince!
How goes it in Maui? Talk to me.
- I'm dying, Detriti.
Where are my lungs?
(Vince inhales)
- Got a line in some USDA prime.
Child donor, mint condition.
Might cost you a little extra.
- I said I'd go for four mil.
(Vince coughing)
- Costs are high, Vince.
Payoffs, overhead, well, you
know what I'm talking about.
Anyway, I hear that new designer
drug of yours is number one
in the Polynesian hit parade.
- Cut the crap, Detriti.
(Vince inhales)
(Vince exhales)
I'll go to five mil, and that's it.
And remember this:
no one messes with Vince
Thanatos and lives.
- From your mouth to my ears.
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeping)
- We got it!
- Of course you did.
The plan was perfect.
- Ha! We almost got caught.
- What happened?
- Oh, the robot tracked us.
- Well, there's only one
way that could happen.
(security chip beeping)
- [Louise] Security chip.
- We know how to take care
of that, now don't we?
(gentle music)
(computer beeping)
(computer beeping)
(gears whirring)
(footsteps thudding)
(gears whirring)
(footsteps thudding)
(gears whirring)
(interface beeping)
- Police. Come out of the car.
(footsteps thudding)
I said, come out.
- Oh, Lord.
(footsteps thudding)
(gears whirring)
(man whimpering)
I wasn't gonna steal the car.
I was just gonna sleep in it.
- Give me that container.
- Huh? Oh, sure.
I wasn't gonna steal it either.
Here, take it. It's yours.
(security chip beeping)
(interface beeping)
- It is a bomb.
- Huh?
(man screams)
(explosion booms)
(fire roaring)
Bomb going off front of me,
robots running around in police cars.
It's getting so a fella can't even drink
one damn bottle no more.
(gears whirring)
(data spike rasps)
Whoa! Take it easy, man.
Just don't stab me!
Two guys and a dame.
They took off in a van, okay?
(computer beeping)
- One shot, and it's history.
- [RoboCop] Is that them?
- That's them, yeah. They're the ones.
- What kind of van?
(gear clicks)
(computer beeping)
- No.
No.
Oh! Yeah, right there!
Yeah, that's it!
Mighty Van 450, yeah.
It was white with a yellow stripe on it.
- You may go now.
- I may?
- Thank you for your
cooperation. Goodnight.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(tube hisses)
- Shift the green one there.
It's the pancreas for Otto.
(tube hisses)
Money in the bank.
- Now, we can get that dungeon.
- You are the most depraved
woman I have ever known.
- I was a cheerleader.
- [Detriti] Mm. Mm.
- So listen, I'm doing the file scan here,
but nothing has showed up.
This is a very tight
little world they have.
- They had inside help.
- Yeah, I'd say so.
- How can someone do that to a child?
- This boy's really
gotten to you, hasn't he?
- Josh and I have much in common.
- [Announcer] Dr. Marner, report in 2251.
Code blue.
Dr. Marner-
- That's Josh's room.
I gotta go.
(computer beeps)
- Vince, my supplier's a thief.
He won't release the goods
unless he gets a million more.
- What?
- I know, these are the type of people
that I gotta deal with.
It's not like the drug
trade. There's no integrity.
- You tell him I'll bust his chops.
(Detriti sighs)
- He'll just take them
someplace else, Vince.
You wanna forget it?
- No.
(Vince coughing)
Pay it.
Just make sure you have them by tomorrow.
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
- Think he bought it?
- What choice does he have?
I got him by the lungs.
(Louise chuckles)
(device beeping)
- It's getting harder to stabilize him.
I don't understand why.
- It wasn't a perfect organ.
It was the only one we could
get to keep Josh alive.
(Dr. Marner sighs)
- Where's its certification?
- There isn't any.
- What?
(Dr. Marner sighs)
Are you saying it was
a black market organ?
- Do you realize that's a felony?
- Who performed the surgery?
Come on, guys, who performed the surgery?
- Dr. Bailey.
(Dr. Marner sighs)
- Janet Bailey.
I dismissed her from here five years ago.
Her patient recovery record was a scandal.
No wonder the boy's like this.
- My son would be dead now
if it wasn't for Dr. Bailey.
She helped us when no one else would,
and Joe and I will always
be grateful to her.
- Ami's right, she did
everything she could.
- Where did you get the organ?
- Dr. Bailey got it.
- Where is she now? Do you know?
- She's not gonna talk to you.
- Well, then she'll talk to you. Let's go.
(computer chiming)
- Yeah?
Who?
Bailey? That's Otto Gilbert's turf.
I see.
Well, we'll have to do something
about that, now won't we?
- [Man] Ma'am, ma'am, could you...
(people chattering)
- No, that's two Bs.
It's on my card.
- Dr. Bailey.
- Can we get someone
to sew this back on, please?
- Dr. Bailey, please.
I need your help.
This is Detective Madigan.
- All right, show me your warrant.
- No warrant.
Just some information about your source
for black market organs.
- Are you joking? I'd be safer in jail.
- Time is short, Doctor.
Does Josh's life mean anything to you?
- Of course it does. What
kind of a question is that?
- Well, your reputation at Mediplex-
- Was ruined, because I
operated on high-risk patients
no one else would touch.
Naturally, my PSR plummeted.
- And what is PSR?
- Patient survival rating.
That's how she ended up here.
- Josh got the best lungs I could find.
Believe me, Joe.
- I know.
- Doctor, your source. Please.
- Otto Gilbert.
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeping)
(computer chiming)
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
(keyboard clicks)
- Come in. Come in.
(door buzzes)
(door opens)
Come in. Come in.
My favorite people.
You brought the pancreas?
- Show it to him, Louise.
- Oh, please. I trust you.
You want I should credit your account?
- That would be fine.
So, how's business, Otto?
- I'm thinking of retiring.
(keyboard clicking)
I'm not so young like I used to be.
- This how you leave your records, Otto?
Just lying around?
- Who comes here?
My friends.
(computer beeps)
There, you're all set.
(container hisses)
I trust you, I told you.
Hey.
(bottle spraying)
Hey. Hey, what are you doing?!
- Sit down!
(dramatic music)
(acid sizzling)
It's just acid, Otto.
It's good for cleaning things up.
(acid sizzling)
You mentioned retirement.
(somber music)
- [Madigan] Gilbert was a middleman.
He procured the organs
and then passed them on.
Damn, these records could've
incriminate a lot of people.
- And they would all have
a motive to kill him.
- Yeah, but why now? You know what I mean?
Right now, when we want
to question this guy.
This has gotta be connected to Josh Avery.
- Who could have known that?
- Well, whoever it was, covered
their tracks. Permanently.
(interface beeping)
- Your assessment may be premature.
(gentle music)
(computer beeps)
(data spike rasps)
(gear clicks)
(computer beeps)
(computer beeping)
- Here. Wait, wait, this one.
D-E something I-T.
(gear clicks)
(computer beeping)
Where is that, the list
of Mighty Van owners?
(gear clicks)
(computer beeping)
- D-E-T-R-I-T-I. Detriti.
First name: Ardo.
No current registration.
- I'll do a data scan on it.
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeping)
- Have it.
Otto Gilbert's organ inventory.
- Okay, here it is. Ardo Detriti.
Kicked out of Hillsdale
College med school.
So he'd have the expertise.
(computer beeping)
- [RoboCop] Now, if the
boy's lungs are listed-
- We can use the DNA code to
trace them back to the donor.
That's great.
Nice job, Murphy.
(door opens)
- Thank you, Madigan.
(door closes)
(gear clicks)
(computer beeping)
Diana.
(sparks crackling)
- [Diana] Don't you ever take downtime?
- An emergency.
- Josh Avery?
- Yes.
I cannot access OCP Pharmacorp files.
- So you want me to hack in. What for?
- There is a criminal named Detriti
who needs nitrogen gas
and organ containers.
- Which Pharmacorp happens to sell.
I'll buzz through Metronet
and get back to you.
(Dave grunts)
(door opens)
(Dave sighs)
(heels clicking)
(door closes)
- Why aren't you taking inventory, Dave?
- Why don't you give me
something for my foot, Doc?
- Ignore him.
He's a worm.
- Yeah, I know.
But if the worm isn't careful,
he won't be taking the inventory,
he will be the inventory.
(gentle music)
(Madigan sighs)
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
(computer beeps)
- Josh's lungs.
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
His donor had lung disease?
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
- What kind of a man has
a place like this, Jerry?
- A man who ain't expecting us, Tom.
(can spraying)
- Hey.
Hey!
Doc, Louise, get over here!
We've got company!
It's two guys, and they
don't look real friendly.
(tires squealing)
(gate crashes)
Whoa.
They busted through the gate.
- The cops?
- Maybe not.
We may have been a tad greedy.
- What do you mean?
Greedy how?
Hey, hey, wait up!
(gun clacks)
Nobody ever tells me nothing.
(Dave groans)
(mine beeping)
(switch clicks)
(mine beeping)
- [Detriti] I didn't think
Vince would go this far.
- Don't worry, we'll handle them.
- I know you will.
I'm a lucky man.
- Dave!
- You have stepped on me
for the last time!
The worm has turned!
- Dave, don't!
- What have I got to lose?
(mine beeping)
(explosion booms)
(bricks clattering)
(guns firing)
(gun clacking)
- Forget it, sweetheart.
I'm Tom.
- I'm Jerry.
- [Both] Where's Detriti?
(Louise sighs)
- Murphy, any luck digging
up a location on Detriti?
- 1514 Iacocca Parkway.
- 1514. Thank you.
- What?
- Detriti. He is at 1514 Iacocca Parkway.
- Someone with you?
- There is no person here.
- All right, I'll meet you there.
- I am not programmed to lie.
It makes things difficult.
- Alex, you're too much.
- Here's the new deal, Detriti.
(Vince coughing)
I'll pay you four million
(coughs) and you get a bonus.
I'll let you live.
- Mm. That sounds fair.
(lively music)
- Anything goes wrong,
I'll take your lungs.
(Vince coughing)
No anesthesia.
(keyboard clicks)
(computer beeps)
- Well, you heard the man.
- Don't do it.
- What choice do I have?
(chair squeaking)
(Louise grunts)
(footsteps thudding)
(door closes)
(tube hisses)
- Which one?
- [Detriti] The green one.
(tube hisses)
(footsteps thudding)
- [Louise] Oh, my god.
(Louise grunting)
Ardo!
- Thank you for your cooperation.
(Louise grunting)
- Hey, be careful.
That's Vince's life in your hands.
(dramatic music)
- You are under arrest.
Hand over the container.
(guns firing)
(tube hisses)
- [Detriti] How'd you get loose?
- They didn't tie me up like you do.
(Detriti laughs)
(guns firing)
- [Jerry] Hey! Watch it!
- Surrender, or my line
of fire drops two feet.
- Two feet?
Look, this is just a job, right?
- You have definite point.
(container rumbling)
Look, you want this, big guy? Huh?
(Tom grunts)
- [Jerry] Let's get outta here.
- Far as you go, gentlemen.
Right there, hold it.
Round the car.
Let's go, hands up.
(footsteps thudding)
Great, you got it. We got
to get those to hospital.
- I scanned it.
It is empty.
(container clatters)
- [Madigan] Let's go.
(footsteps thudding)
- What are we-
- Doing in here?
- Oh, we're gonna have a little talk,
and life will be a lot
easier if you two cooperate.
- We wanna see a lawyer.
(telephone rings)
- There is no time.
- Right.
Josh is worse.
(concrete smashes)
Uh-oh.
- "Uh-oh" what?
- Come on now, Robo,
don't do this, all right?
They have their rights!
Oh, this is great! The
system's malfunctioned.
I've seen him like this
before. This is not good, guys.
- Police brutality.
- Tell him to stop!
- I can't, not when he's like this.
- Dismember mode.
- Oh.
- Oh, god, he's gonna tear us apart.
- Give him what he wants,
tell him who you work for.
It's the only way to
go. He's gonna lose it.
- Vince Thanatos.
- He wants us to send the lungs to Maui.
- Fast.
- [Both] That's all we know.
(interface beeping)
(both groaning)
- A good citizen always
tells the truth, right?
- Right.
- Right.
- [Tom] Absolutely.
- [Madigan] Let's go, guys.
Got a nice, comfy cell waiting for you.
Easy, easy.
- Very impressive.
Kind of a good cop, bad cop thing, huh?
You make quite a team.
- You could say that.
I need files on all recent
vidphone transmissions to Hawaii.
- [Diana] For Mr. Thanatos?
- Detriti.
(data spike rasps)
- What's he look like?
(computer beeps)
Charming.
(doors whirring)
- It's customary, Nurse,
to get authorization
before opening up hospital files.
- She has authorization.
- I see.
- Doctor, we've found
the most terrible thing.
Substandard organs have been removed
from the hospital inventory.
- Substandard organs are destroyed.
- Apparently not.
Apparently, they've been
channeled into the black market.
Josh's defected lungs originated
from a tuberculous
victim in this hospital.
- What? Are you sure?
(keyboard clicking)
(computer beeps)
(nurse sighs)
I think it's time I did some
investigating of my own.
- Listen, who besides
yourself knows these...
Where did you get that cup?
- Oh, Dr. Marner handed them out last year
when Hillsdale won the big game.
He's very proud of his alma mater.
(keyboard clicking)
- Change of plans, Vince.
Tom and Jerry are out of the picture.
But, thanks to me, the lungs are safe.
And I insist on living
up to my obligation.
- What's your game, Detriti?
- Vince, please. My word is my bond.
I'll hand-deliver them, personally.
- [Diana] Okay, Alex, here's the vidphone
transmission from Hawaii.
(computer beeps)
- Vince, please.
(Vince coughing)
My word is my bond.
I'll hand-deliver them, personally.
- There's a programmed
Learjet waiting for you
at the Motown Island Airstrip.
(Vince coughing)
You can take my boat.
It's a Slip 44.
(Vince coughing)
- How's that?
- Good. Now it is up to me.
- Good luck.
- [Announcer] Dr. Matthew to the ER.
Dr. Matthew to the ER.
Dr. Honeycutt to Pathology.
(wall knocking)
Dr. Honeycutt to Pathology.
- I've just been told RoboCop is close
to recovering the organs.
Shouldn't your staff be getting ready?
- Well, there's a hitch, Mr. Chairman.
None of the doctors will risk an operation
that could mean a
10-point cut to their PSR.
- We'll forget the ratings this time.
- The PSR is regulated
by the Geneva Corporate Medicine Treaty.
There's nothing we can do.
- I'd say you've done
enough already, Dr. Marner.
- What are you talking about?
- Take a look at this after-hour entry log
from the organ bank.
- Where did you get this?
- It's not important. Do
you recognize the code?
- It's mine, but anyone
could've accessed my code card.
You're not suggesting that
I skimmed off those organs?
- Oh, I'm more than suggesting, sir.
- Why would Dr. Marner do such a thing?
- I wondered that myself,
and then I tapped into his records
at Hillsdale medical school.
You had a classmate named
Ardo Detriti, correct?
- That's right.
He was kicked out for
cheating on his finals.
- After claiming that
another student helped him.
You were that other student, Doctor.
- That's ridiculous.
- You paid him off, but
he wouldn't go away.
He threatened to expose
you unless you contributed
to his black market operation.
That's why Josh Avery wound
up with defective lungs,
and that is why the
replacements were stolen.
- Is this true?
- It wasn't like that.
The organs were substandard, useless,
and I never dreamed Detriti
would break in here.
- Then why did you give
him your access code?
- I...
- Come on, Doctor, say the words.
You're thief, and you're a liar.
(handcuffs beeping)
- My god, what a scandal.
- There's something about
the motion of the boat
that makes me, you know.
- Oh, I know.
(Louise chuckles)
- Goodbye, Old Detroit.
- Aloha, Hawaii.
(glasses clinking)
(triumphant music)
- [Louise] It's that robot.
- So what?
Can he walk on water?
(Louise chuckles)
(footsteps thudding)
(gears whirring)
(anchor whooshing)
(interface beeping)
(chain rattles)
(anchor thuds)
Huh?
Who does that metal moron think he is?
He can't hold us.
(interface beeping)
(ground rumbles)
(gears whirring)
(Detriti groans)
- Can't hold us, huh?
- That's what I said.
(engine rumbling)
(gears whirring)
(engine rumbling)
(alarm buzzing)
(gears whirring)
(engine rumbling)
Take the wheel!
(alarm buzzing)
(Detriti grunting)
- [Louise] Get the lung!
And make him an offer he can't refuse!
- Okay, RoboCop, you might get us,
but you'll never save that kid!
(interface beeping)
It's your move!
(anchor thuds)
(chain rattles)
Good thinking, you twisted little tramp.
(interface beeping)
(gears whirring)
(sparks crackling)
(gun fires)
(canister clatters)
(canister hissing)
(Louise yelping)
Help!
Help!
- [Louise] Oh, help!
- Oh, let me outta here!
Help!
- Ardo.
(Detriti screams)
Ardo!
- Help!
Help me!
(gears whirring)
- Well, there's one compensation.
- What?!
- It feels fantastic.
(gears whirring)
- Yes, Old Detroit breathes
a collective sigh of relief today,
and that includes little
Josh Avery himself
after coming through
his allograft operation
with flying colors,
thanks to the compassionate
chairman of OCP.
- Josh Avery has been
saved, and we're grateful.
But let's not forget the thousands more
just like him in Old Detroit.
As a friend of mine would say,
we've got a system that needs fixing.
- And OCP cares.
- Well said, Aubrey.
- Thank you, sir.
- The chairman has
learned a valuable lesson.
- Yeah, and monkeys may fly out of my...
Never mind.
Look, do me a favor, will you?
Take a break.
I'm gonna treat myself to a flux shower.
- I cannot.
Somewhere there is a crime happening.
- Alex, you're too much.
(triumphant music)