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Çäåñü âû ìîæåòå íàéòè ñöåíàðèé ê ôèëüìó: ß ðîáîò/ I, Robot. ß ðîáîò/ I, Robot FADE IN: 1 On a DEEP...DEEP...DARKNESS. 1 A FLICKER. Of LIGHT. Off to the side. Just barely. Noticeable. ORANGE...YELLOW...as we realise...It's FIRE... A SOUND. Something SHATTERING... Then. A DISEMBODIED VOICE. Muted. We can't quite make out What it's saying. As it gets LOUDER. And LOUDER. When we finally. Understand... DISEMBODIED VOICE You are in danger... CUT TO: 2 INT. SPOONER'S APARTMENT - CLOSE ON 2 DEL SPOONER'S FACE. His eyes, snapping open. His face, covered in sweat. PULL BACK to REVEAL him lying in bed. Sheets, tangled around his legs. Alarm clock, playing something relentlessly cheerful. Spooner slaps it off. Sits up. Wincing. Bends his RIGHT ARM. Stiff. He reaches for a BOTTLE OF PILLS. Shakes out a couple and swallows them. Trying to forget. That dream. You are in danger... He rubs his hands over his face. Gets out of bed. His apartment, basic. Unremarkable. Bearing the signs of someone who lives alone. Shades drawn. A little messy. 3 INT. SHOWER - MORNING 3 Spooner turns his face into the jet of water. 4 INT. BATHROOM - MORNING 4 Shaves with a razor. Using his left hand. Knicks the cleft of his chin. Shit. 5 INT. KITCHEN - MORNING 5 Stares down at the single egg in a saucepan. Waiting for it to boil. 2. 6 INT. HALLWAY - MORNING 6 Heads down the hallway. Looping a knotted tie around his neck. Kicks some neglected mail from the door and reaches for the handle. Takes a deep breath and... 7 EXT. SUBURBAN STREET - MORNING 7 ...steps outside. Into the flow of COMMUTERS heading for the elevated trains. Elbow to elbow. A river of humanity. Spooner moves along, like everyone else. Suddenly. His shoulders tense. That feeling at the back of his neck. He turns and sees... A ROBOT. Just behind him. Humanoid in design, but still obviously a machine. Metal and synthetic casings covering hydraulic muscles. The thing senses his stare. Looks up with a muted WHIR... ROBOT (metallic voice) Good day, sir... Spooner. Speeds up his pace. Weaving through the crowd to lose the robot. We now realise this is THE FUTURE. Towering apartment buildings block the sun. The street packed with traffic. PEDESTRIANS wearing their computers like form-fitting portable offices. Spooner throws a look at his surroundings: Up high an INDUSTRIAL ROBOT rolls down the side of a building cleaning windows. A WORK CREW of oddly-shaped RUBE GOLDBERG ROBOTS efficiently repairs the street. No human supervision. A ROBOTIC CLEAN-UP CREW. Lumbering along the sidewalk. Scrubbing, sweeping. Emptying trash... Humanoid ROBOTS dotting the crowd. Following their owners. Walking slowly, deliberately. Carrying boxes. Groceries. Briefcases. Stamped on all the ROBOTS' SIDES, a LOGO: III LAWS SAFE. Spooner stops to wait at a light with other PEDESTRIANS. Directly in front of him, a LITTLE GIRL clutches her father's neck. She smiles big at Spooner. Front teeth missing. LITTLE GIRL Hi. 3. SPOONER Hi. But it's not her father. It's her ROBOT CARETAKER. The robot turns. Looks at the girl. ROBOT You are not allowed to talk to strangers. Spooner, disgusted. Has had enough. He steps off the curb Just as... THE TRAFFIC SIGNAL swivels around. Training its large digital EYE on him: TRAFFIC LIGHT Please return to the sidewalk. Spooner dodges several cars on his way across the street. TRAFFIC LIGHT Please return to the sidewalk... The traffic signal, tracking him. TRAFFIC LIGHT You are in violation of city ordinance 14-B726... Spooner throws up his hand. Flipping it the bird just as SNAP! It takes his picture. CUT TO: 8 EXT./INT. MONORAIL - MORNING 8 Spooner stepping onto a sleek, densely packed TRAIN. Looks down at his feet. A trampled flyer on the ground. From the Anti-Robot League: METAL MONSTERS SECRET FACTORY REVEALED! A Robot gets up. To offer him his seat. Spooner. Turns his back on him as we PULL BACK from the window to REVEAL... 9 EXT. CITY SCAPE/MONORAIL - CONTINUOUS 9 The TRAIN hurtling toward DOWNTOWN. Soaring, gravity-defying OFFICE BUILDINGS dominate the skyline. Older buildings wedged among the new. All protected by huge glass and steel shields. As we get closer congested roads and freeways begin to disappear below ground into a series of subterranean tunnels. The "old" streets have become huge, spacious plazas. 4. 10 EXT. POLICE H.Q. - PLAZA - MORNING 10 Spooner moves with the CROWD towards the doors of the aging Police Headquarters. Modern additions have been made to the original facade -- creating an ungainly architectural mess. 11 INT. POLICE H.Q. - HOMICIDE UNIT - MORNING 11 A vast open plan situation room lined on one side by a series of glass-enclosed rooms. On the other side a GIANT SCREEN with real time video of various streets and buildings. Spooner arrives at his desk. Unlike the others, it's a mess. A slender computer screen curving along the front of it. Several electronic messages say the same thing: SEE ME! LT. BERGIN (O.S.) Ever heard the phrase "lead by example?" Spooner looks up. LIEUTENANT JOHN BERGIN stands in front of his desk, holding up a CITATION with a photo of Spooner giving that traffic signal the finger. SPOONER Doesn't ring a bell. LT. BERGIN (pointing to Spooner's badge) It's on your badge. Spooner takes the citation. Drops it into a drawer filled with about fifty others. LT. BERGIN The traffic division filed an official complaint this morning. SPOONER The traffic division is a machine. LT. BERGIN Look, I know there's going to be an adjustment period, Del... SPOONER (interrupting) I'll send them a letter of apology. Maybe some flowers. A box of chocolates... 5. JUST THEN Spooner's phone RINGS. He throws Bergin a look. Then snatches up the receiver. SPOONER Spooner, homicide. CUT TO: 12 EXT. U.S. ROBOTICS - ESTABLISHING - DAY 12 A sprawling glass and metal complex covering many city blocks. The entrance is a large plaza filled with PEOPLE and ROBOTS. 13 INT. U.S. ROBOTICS - METAL CORRIDOR - DAY 13 An elevator opens with a whoosh. Spooner steps out into a featureless corridor. His footsteps, echoing. He stops at a set of OPPOSING DOORS. Looks over at one, when the other suddenly OPENS. 14 INT. U.S. ROBOTICS - PLUSH CONFERENCE ROOM - CONTINUOUS 14 A warm, mahogany-paneled room. In sharp contrast to the cold metal space outside. Spooner steps inside. At the end of a long conference table sits an OLD MAN. Sparkling blue eyes. Old-fashioned suit. OLD MAN Hello, there. Please come in. Spooner hesitates. OLD MAN It's alright. You can sit. Sit. Spooner doesn't. Looks around the room. The Old Man lifts up a coffee pot. Pours some coffee into a single cup. OLD MAN Coffee? SPOONER (interested) You're offering me a cup of coffee? OLD MAN Yes. But you are to say, "No, thank you." Spooner nods a little. The Old Man raises the coffee to his lips, but doesn't take a sip. 6. OLD MAN Coffee? SPOONER No. Thank you. OLD MAN As you wish. The Old Man takes a sip. He doesn't move. There is no movement except for a whisper of steam rising from the coffee pot. SPOONER You want to tell me something about Dr. Hogenmiller? About his death? The Old Man smiles. OLD MAN I want to tell you that his death was not a suicide. SPOONER And why do you say that? OLD MAN Why? Because I want you to know it. SPOONER I understand that. But what specifically leads you to believe that he didn't commit suicide? OLD MAN (considers) Nothing specifically. Spooner shifts his weight. Agitated. SPOONER Under normal circumstances that wouldn't be enough to get you a homicide investigation. OLD MAN But this is not "normal circumstances," is it, Detective Spooner? SPOONER No. It isn't. 7. OLD MAN Then you will find out who killed Dr. Hogenmiller, yes? And then you will tell me. Spooner's losing his patience. SPOONER If you were murdered, Doctor, I'll find out. And you'll be the first to know..... JUST THEN the HOLOGRAM of DR. HOGENMILLER vanishes in a burst of LIGHT, as does the table, the coffee pot, and the conference room. Spooner, suddenly finds himself standing in front of a LARGE VIEW SCREEN inside a SMALL METAL CHAMBER. 15 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 15 Spooner steps out into the hallway and into...AN ESCORT ROBOT. ESCORT ROBOT Please follow me. Spooner. Reluctantly starts to follow it. Passes another doorway. POLICE TAPE stretched across it. Catches a brief glimpse of... DR. HEINRICH HOGENMILLER'S BODY. Splayed out across the floor. Surrounded by CRIME SCENE TECHNICIANS. He pauses. Taking in the scene. Then continues on. 16 INT. U.S. ROBOTICS - CORPORATE BOARDROOM - DAY 16 Two large doors emblazoned with the U.S. ROBOTICS LOGO open automatically. Inside, an enormous glass-enclosed boardroom looking out over the entire complex. Spooner walks through the doorway. His escort robot trailing behind him. An army of corporate types sit around a conference table. Young. Energetic. You can practically feel the brains and ambition. SPOONER Usually I ask who's in charge... Spooner's eyes lock with a MAN sitting at the head of the table. 60s, handsome, charismatic. Dr. LANCE ROBERTSON, founder and CEO of U.S. Robotics. 8. SPOONER But everyone knows you, Dr. Robertson. Robertson smiles. Pretends to instruct his people. ROBERTSON Remind me to cut back on my talk show appearances. LAUGHTER. ROBERTSON Welcome to U.S. Robotics, Detective. I regret you're not visiting us under more pleasant circumstances. Allow me to introduce Mr. Aronson, our head of Legal Affairs. A prematurely graying MAN leaning against the wall. Nods hello. ROBERTSON And the gentleman to my right is Dr. Alfred Lanning, Director of Research. Alfred Lanning, only one there in a tie. Nods. ROBERTSON They'll be available to answer any questions you might have during your investigation. You'll understand how anxious we are to resolve this matter -- especially before the press gets wind of it. There are some anti-robot sentiments out there as you know, Detective, and we're not eager to stir them up. So. Where would you like to begin? SPOONER We can begin with whether or not the old man put a gun to his head and pulled the trigger. A palpable wave of tension shoots through the group. ARONSON You don't have to answer that, Dr. Robertson... 9. Robertson waves him off. ROBERTSON Susan? Perhaps you can assist us here? Everyone looks down at the other end of the table. A BEAT. Then an attractive young WOMAN gets to her feet. SUSAN CALVIN. Hair tucked behind her ears. Looking at everyone but Spooner. CALVIN Dr. Hogenmiller was a schizoid personality who generally eschewed social relationships. Rejecting people in favor of solitary activities involving machines. He spent almost all his time at the lab here or at his lab at home. As a result he was highly susceptible to depression. ROBERTSON Dr. Calvin is our Chief Psychologist. SPOONER If that was your diagnosis, why didn't you see this coming? Calvin turns. Finally meeting Spooner's eye. As if the answer's obvious. CALVIN This is U.S. Robotics, Detective. Seventy-five percent of our employees fit that description. LANNING (interceding) You'll have to excuse the doctor. We're all a little on edge. This has been a difficult and emotional morning. Spooner throws a look around the room. Then back at Calvin. SPOONER Yeah. I can see you're all broken up. Robertson responds to Spooner's skepticism. 10. ROBERTSON Dr. Hogenmiller was at my side from the very beginnings of this company. We developed the "Three Laws of Robotics" together. But these days science is a young man's game. By the time you hit thirty your best years are behind you. Some of us are kicked upstairs. Others I'm afraid aren't so lucky. Robertson stands. Meeting over. ROBERTSON Dr. Hogenmiller took his own life. I trust you will come to the same swift conclusion, Detective. Dr. Lanning will make himself available if you have any further questions. Spooner looks over at Calvin. SPOONER I want her to help me. Calvin, unhappy with this arrangement. CALVIN That's not really my department... ROBERTSON (pointed) Susan would be happy to assist you. And with a gesture, Robertson dismisses everyone. People start getting up, gathering up, filing out. Susan Calvin. The last one to get up. 17 INT. METAL HALLWAY - DAY 17 Spooner and Calvin, heading down the same hallway he was in before. Catch sight of a couple ROBOT TECHNICIANS... SPOONER (under his breath) Ah, Christ...Toasters... As they duck under the police tape and... 11. 18 INT. HOGENMILLER'S LAB - DAY 18 ...enter Hogenmiller's lab. Alive with activity. CRIME SCENE TECHNICIANS, MOBILE ANALYSIS UNITS. LIGHT SCANS, running across... HOGENMILLER'S LIFELESS FACE. Black gun powder. Fanning out around his contorted lips. Spooner. Throws a look around the lab: ROBOTS. Everywhere. Mostly incomplete. TORSOS. ARMS. LEGS. Dangling from the ceiling. A SERGEANT. Passes them by... SERGEANT They say the price's gonna come down a lot next year. Kinda cool, huh? SPOONER How cool will it be when one takes your job? Spooner. Pushing past him. His eyes. Darting around. CALVIN Is everything alright, Detective? SPOONER Yeah. This is just how I like my robots -- in pieces. As they approach Hogenmiller's body, the lead CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATOR, BALDEZ, gets up to meet them. BALDEZ (to Spooner) Can you believe it, man? U.S. Robotics. I didn't think I'd ever see the inside of this building. Hands Spooner, a plasma clipboard. Spooner signs it, awkwardly. With his LEFT HAND... SPOONER What's the run-down? BALDEZ Heinrich Hogenmiller, sixty-four years old. Weapon a small caliber .22, registered in his name. Looks like he walked in, locked the door, and snuffed himself. 12. Spooner. Cocking his head to look at Hogenmiller's face. SPOONER I know someone who disagrees with you. BALDEZ Who? Spooner. Stands. Pointing down at Hogenmiller. SPOONER Him. And steps over the body, leaving a confused Baldez. Stepping deeper, into the lab. Calvin. Following. SPOONER I spoke to a dead man today. Want to tell me about that? CALVIN Dr. Hogenmiller's hologram took his appointments. Attended staff meetings. He hated corporate life. The hologram enabled him to focus on his work. It's just a device, Detective. SPOONER A device that called the police. CALVIN The sound of the gunshot would've triggered a 911. SPOONER But the call came directly to me. CALVIN We're talking about a mechanism designed by Hogenmiller to say provocative things. To irritate and confound his colleagues. SPOONER And that's what you think it is? CALVIN I'm sorry, but this whole investigation is the result of a dead man's toy messing with your head. 13. They pass half a robot, hanging from a hook. Spooner curls his lip. Swivels the robot's head so it's not looking at him. SPOONER When's the last time any of you actually spoke to Hogenmiller? I mean human to human? CALVIN I couldn't say. SPOONER Take a guess. CALVIN I don't guess, Detective. But if pressed, I would reason it had been a considerable length of time. SPOONER How well did you know him? Calvin. Gently swivels the robot's head back to where it had been. CALVIN Not well. But I admired his work tremendously. Spooner. Studies her for a beat. Then turns back to the body. Two CORONERS entering with a high-tech body box. SPOONER I get the whole "mad scientist" thing. Hogenmiller was past his prime. Isolated. Eccentric. He enters a room. Locks the door and is found minutes later with a bullet fired through his mouth into his brain. Everything about this case says suicide. CALVIN You don't sound convinced. The coroners. Start loading the body into the box. SPOONER Even people who live a life of logic and precision rarely arrange their deaths so perfectly. (turning to her) (MORE) 14. SPOONER (cont'd) What all this is missing -- is personality... As he starts for the door... SPOONER You have 24 hour surveillance?... 19 INT. METAL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 19 ...They head out into the hallway. A MECHANICAL DOOR GUARD rolling into place behind them. CALVIN It's company policy. SPOONER I want to see the tapes. Calvin. Hurrying to keep up with him. This is hardly how she wanted to spend her morning. Calls out into the air... CALVIN Victor! At the end of the corridor, near the elevator, a BRIGHT CIRCLE appears. Hovering just in front of the wall. Two small slits grow into ROUND BLACK EYES...and a thin mouth expands into an ENORMOUS SMILE. CALVIN Detective, meet Victor. Our building's supercomputer. He's the checks and balances of U.S.R. (to Victor) Victor, Detective Spooner's heading up the investigation into the death of Dr. Hogenmiller. Victor smiles big. Spooner, furrows his brow. SPOONER You look like a very...happy computer. Victor responds in a GENTLE MALE VOICE: VICTOR Thank you. That's very kind. CALVIN The Detective needs to see our security tapes. 15. The elevator doors immediately OPEN. They step inside. 20 INT. ELEVATOR - DAY 20 Spooner and Calvin descend. Victor floats on the wall and smiles wide. Spooner looks back at it. With a frown. The elevator stops, the doors open. A ROBOT steps on. ROBOT Good day, Dr. Calvin. Good day, sir. Spooner's jaw. Clenches. Staring at the Robot. It senses the stare. Turns back to him. ROBOT May I be of service to you, sir? Spooner. Breaks the stare. Ignoring the Robot. Calvin. Looks over at him. CALVIN Aren't you going to answer him? SPOONER I don't talk to my refrigerator, either. Calvin folds her arms. CALVIN I get the distinct feeling you're one of those people, Detective. SPOONER What people? CALVIN Those who don't appreciate the work we do here at U.S.R. SPOONER You people do what you do. Then it's up to the rest of us to make sense out of the world we wake up in. As the elevator doors open on to... 16. 21 INT. ATRIUM LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 21 A soaring lobby. The centerpiece is a five-story STATUE of a ROBOT, arms outstretched in approximation of Da Vinci's Study of Man. Robot workers more numerous than humans. They are sleeker. Finer. More advanced than those in the outside world. Calvin and Spooner head across. CALVIN When this company started we were manufacturing three robots a week. Now look at us. Today's children will never know a world without robots. SPOONER The streets are filled with unemployed humans who aren't exactly thrilled with that idea. CALVIN Our robotic systems maintain factory inventories, regulate street traffic -- even run the family home. SPOONER Leaving people to do what, Doctor? CALVIN Leaving people to engage in higher pursuits that make life worth living. SPOONER And what happens when something goes wrong? CALVIN Our system's never wrong. As they walk through the crowd, we hear the quiet WHIR of robot heads as they turn in succession to watch Spooner pass. 22 INT. MAINFRAME - DAY 22 Spooner and Calvin enter the MAINFRAME of U.S. Robotics. This is the nerve center of the whole operation. Walls lined with COMPUTERS, SCREENS, and thousands of CONTROLS. 17. CALVIN This is Victor's home. VICTOR appears on a wall-sized SCREEN broken up into beehive- like components. VICTOR I will now play you the last thirty- two seconds of Dr. Hogenmiller's life. AS WE WATCH THE SCREENS. The elevator opens and DOCTOR HOGENMILLER steps into the metal corridor. In countless ANGLES. High, low, close-up, wide. Hogenmiller's face composed but tight. Spooner watches the lab doors open to admit him. Hogenmiller steps in. The doors slide closed behind him. Nothing for a few moments. Then a muffled GUNSHOT. Calvin jumps, startled. That's it. The cameras, still trained on the corridor. SPOONER Where's the tape from inside? VICTOR Dr. Hogenmiller did not permit cameras to observe him while working. CALVIN That was only within the last year. SPOONER So we can throw paranoia into the mix. (to Victor) Fast-forward. A hundred-plus screens all FAST-FORWARD. POLICE OFFICERS appear and force open the doors. Now TECHNICIANS appear and rush through in a blur... CALVIN Um. I hate to be a stickler... On screen, we see Spooner and Calvin enter the lab. CALVIN But don't killers usually have to enter and exit the scene of a crime? 18. SPOONER Stop the recording. Spooner turns away from the footage. Stares at Calvin. SPOONER They do, Doctor. Unless they've always been there -- and never left. Calvin looks at him. Trying to understand. CALVIN You think the murderer was in the lab the entire time? SPOONER If I'm right, it's still there... Spooner turns back to the screens. The IMAGE paused at the exact moment the MECHANICAL GUARD rolled in front of the lab door. SPOONER We just locked it in. 23 INT. METAL CORRIDOR - DAY 23 The STEEL ARMS of the ROBOTIC GUARD retract with a CLANG. The laboratory doors slide open. 24 INT. HOGENMILLER'S LAB - DAY 24 Spooner and Calvin step inside. It's dark. Quiet. Police and technicians long gone. Silhouettes of hanging limbs. Eyeless heads. Clumps of wire and metal. The LIGHTS, flicker on. Calvin sees Spooner reaching into his coat with his left hand. Pulling out a GUN. Reacts. CALVIN A robot cannot harm a human being, Detective. The First Law of Robotics forbids it. And we hard- wire the Three Laws into every model. Without exception. SPOONER Yeah, I saw the commercial. Spooner steps deeper into the lab. Eyes scanning. Twisting. To avoid touching any robot parts. Passes a MAZE holding a METAL INSECT. SUDDENLY. The bug WHIRS to life. 19. Spooner startles. As the metal bug scurries through the corridors. Clamps his hand down on it. SPOONER And if a robot was given a direct order to kill? CALVIN The Second Law of Robotics would prevent it. A robot must obey an order only if it does not conflict with the first law. Spooner approaches a MOUND of ROBOT PARTS. Arms and legs. Half torsos. All tossed haphazardly onto the pile. SPOONER But a robot can defend itself. CALVIN Only when that action doesn't conflict with the First or Second Laws. This is the Third Law of Robotics. SPOONER Yeah, well, you know what they say -- Laws are made to be broken. CALVIN Not these laws. Spooner. Starts nudging the pile with his shoe. Calvin, growing impatient... CALVIN You're not hearing me, Detective. There's nothing here... WHEN SUDDENLY The PILE ERUPTS in front of Spooner...Parts flying...AS A ROBOT LEAPS UP FROM BENEATH IT!... Spooner...knocked back...his GUN...skittering across the floor...right to... CALVIN'S FEET. SPOONER Dr. Calvin! Calvin. Stunned. Speechless. The Robot. Fixing his ILLUMINATED EYES. Right on her. She steps forward... 20. SPOONER Goddammit! Stay back! Spooner. Scrambling towards his gun. Calvin. Reaching out towards the Robot... CALVIN Calm down, Detective. There is no danger here... Spooner. Grabbing up his gun and wheeling round just as... CALVIN (to Robot) De-Activate. And the Robot. Suddenly FREEZES. Spooner. Heart POUNDING. Gets to his feet. Training the gun on the Robot. Calvin turns to him. CALVIN How did you know it was under there? SPOONER If I was metal and didn't want anyone to find me, I'd hide under a pile of junk. CALVIN This Robot wasn't hiding. What you're looking at is the result of clever programming. The illusion of self-interest and free will. Nothing more. Spooner. Steeping closer to the Robot. Cautiously. Holstering his gun. As Calvin turns for the door. CALVIN I'm going to go get Dr. Lanning... ...THE ROBOT'S HAND SUDDENLY SHOOTS OUT...grabbing Spooner's gun...from his holster...LIGHTENING FAST...pointing it... right back at him... CLOSE ON Calvin. Cannot believe this is happening... CALVIN I said De-Activate! 21. SPOONER Move away from the door, Doctor. Calvin's voice. Cracking from desperation. Confusion. CALVIN Commence emergency shut-down! SPOONER Now! Spooner. Staring into the Robot's eyes. A thin bead of SWEAT. Trickling down his temple. Calvin. Moving away from the door... CALVIN I...I gave you an order... The Robot. Starts backing towards the door. The gun. Shaking in its hand. As if he's desperate. Conflicted. He touches the WALL PANEL. The doors slide open. The Robot steps out into the metal corridor. Turning to RUN as the doors begin to shut... Spooner. Reaching down to whip out a BACK-UP GUN. From an ankle holster. Slapping in a LARGE CARTRIDGE. CALVIN This is impossible. A robot... SPOONER ...can't do that. Yeah, yeah, I know. CALVIN My God -- did you see how it moved? I've never seen an NS-2 move that way... Starts running for the door. CALVIN Wait! Please, you can't destroy it. We have to study it... SPOONER That thing took my gun. You'll be lucky if you get a handful of bolts back! SLAMS the wall panel and... 22. 25 INT. METAL CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 25 ...sprints out into the hallway. The Robot Suspect. About to turn to corner... VICTOR. Suddenly appearing. VICTOR The suspect is nearing the end of the hallway, Detective. SPOONER Gee, thanks. Spooner raises his gun and FIRES...Pegging the robot in the LEG...It starts jerking wildly...He takes aim again when... CALVIN. Races out into the hallway. SPOONER Get back to the lab! She heads for the Robot. CALVIN (to Robot) You're malfunctioning. Let me help you! The Robot turns. To look at her. GUN pointing to the floor. Spooner. FOCUSING in on his HAND. AS ONE FINGER TWITCHES... And he DIVES for Calvin. Forcing her to the floor as the Robot FIRES. Again and again. Bullets. RICOCHETTING around them. SPARKING against the walls... The ELEVATOR opens. The Robot, leaping inside. Spooner. On top of Calvin. Looks down at her. Her HANDS. Clutching his coat. Trembling. SPOONER That was a pretty convincing illusion of getting shot at. CUT TO: 26 INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS 26 The ROBOT SUSPECT standing inside the elevator. Looks down at the bullet hole blown through its leg. Reaches down. Metal fingers touching the damage. As if curious. Afraid. 23. Looks back at the other ROBOT. Standing in the back of elevator. A primitive model. No reaction. Face, blank. CUT BACK TO: 27 INT. METAL CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS 27 Spooner springing to his feet. Helping Calvin up. VICTOR I took the liberty of alerting Security .003 Seconds after the first shot was fired... SPOONER Where's that elevator going? VICTOR Sub Level 5. Spooner SLAMS against a nearby DOOR. Hurtling down the STAIRS... 28 INT. LOBBY - CONTINUOUS 28 A PHALANX of SECURITY PERSONNEL. Crossing the lobby. PIERCING ALARM BELLS, RINGING... 29 INT. ANOTHER METAL HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 29 More SECURITY PERSONNEL. Pouring into a HALLWAY... 30 INT. STAIRWAY - CONTINUOUS 30 Spooner and Calvin. Racing down the stairs. Victor's face meeting them at every landing. VICTOR I have directed a security team to meet the elevator containing the errant robot... Spooner. Whipping past him. Calvin. Barely keeping up. Not used to this much activity. Spooner. BURSTS through a door and out into... 31 INT. SUBTERRANEAN LEVEL 5 - CONTINUOUS 31 ...Subterranean Level 5. A labyrinth of metal and concrete. IN THE DISTANCE. A troupe of SECURITY PERSONNEL swarms around a closed ELEVATOR DOOR... 24. VICTOR The suspect is about to be apprehended, Detective. SPOONER I'll believe it when I see it. Spooner. Cocking his gun. A soft DING! Announcing the elevator car's arrival. SECURITY, all crouching down in unison. Weapons brought round to position. Spooner. Weaving through them. Gun pointed at the metal doors as... WHOOSH. They slide open. Revealing a ROBOT. Standing under the LIGHT. Holding a GUN. It steps out as Security takes aim and... SPOONER Wait! Spooner pushes past them to the Robot. Looks down at its leg. UNSCATHED. SPOONER This is not the same robot! Looking wildly around. Goddammit. Bounds towards an EXIT as Calvin steps forward to question the robot. CALVIN (to Robot) What happened to the robot that ordered you to hold this firearm? ELEVATOR ROBOT This unit is not programmed to obey an order given by a robot... CALVIN But who gave you this gun? SPOONER. Running towards the exit. Hears the answer. Echoing behind him... ELEVATOR ROBOT A metal man. 25. 32 EXT. U.S. ROBOTICS - DAY 32 BAM! He BURSTS out into the PLAZA in front of U.S. Robotics. Squinting into the light. Then PLUNGING into the crowd... HUMAN...ROBOT...HUMAN...ROBOT...they all look the same from behind. Spooner running. Through the sea of MAN and MACHINE. When someone. Starts to SCREAM. At the sight of his GUN. The crowd begins SCATTERING. Chaos. Spooner stops. Near a fountain. Turning 360. Looking everywhere... The Robot. Gone. SPOONER (V.O.) ...I want a homicide unit on every street, sidewalk, alley... 33 INT. POLICE H.Q. - HOMICIDE UNIT - DAY 33 Spooner, standing in front of an assemblage of COPS. Behind him, an image of the Robot Suspect plays on the screen... SPOONER ...junkyard, scrapyard, and salvage yard, anywhere it could hide. Behind him, flashing images of the city STREETS and DUMPS... SPOONER It's got a bullet hole above the right knee, so be on the look-out for any malfunctioning NS-2... Lieutenant Bergin enters the back of the room. Next to him, ASSISTANT D.A. TOLLER. Not looking happy. SPOONER Check out all retail outlets and repair shops, especially the underground ones... The screen behind him compartmentalises, showing various dubious SHOP FRONTS... SPOONER I don't care who you have to get past to get this done. Just get it done. The Cops, begin dispersing. As Bergin catches Spooner's eye. Spooner, not pleased to see Toller. Heads over... 26. TOLLER Looking like shit, Spooner. SPOONER Well I'm not the one always giving Press Conferences... Bergin puts a hand on Spooner's arm. Knows he's not going to like this. LT. BERGIN Del, we're going to have to reclassify the search. D.A.'s office is seeing this NS-2 as "missing evidence" -- not a homicide suspect. SPOONER What? TOLLER Homicide is the murder of a human being by another human being. Therefore, a robot cannot be charged with "homicide." SPOONER This isn't just any robot... TOLLER It's malfunctioning. SPOONER It killed someone. That registering with you? Spooner. Shakes off Bergin's arm. Eyeballs Toller. SPOONER How many shares of U.S.R. you holding in your portfolio, Toller? TOLLER This is a public safety issue. SPOONER That's convenient. TOLLER You have any idea what would happen to this city if we went running around screaming "killer robot?" It would collapse in on itself. (MORE) 27. TOLLER (cont'd) Wide-spread panic. Until that NS- 2's found we're cooperating with U.S. Robotics and keeping this investigation under wraps. LT. BERGIN Maybe this isn't the case for you, Del. Incensed, Spooner replies a little louder than he intended. SPOONER I'm fine! Rakes his hand through his hair. Turns to see the other COPS, looking over at him. Toller smirks. Looks to Bergin. TOLLER I want updated reports every half hour. Heads off. Spooner. Watching him. SPOONER This is it, you know. From now on we're going to miss the good old days. LT. BERGIN Good old days? SPOONER When people were killed by other people. 34 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - CITY STREET - DUSK 34 Spooner. Rolling along in his car. Eyes, bloodshot. Peering out the window: An NS-2 model ROBOT laden with shopping bags, following its owner down the sidewalk... Another ROBOT, opening the door at a hotel for GUESTS... A couple HAULING ROBOTS, loading heavy boxes onto the back of a truck... Spooner. Rubs his eyes. Turns a corner and spots: A ROBOT REPAIR SHOP. 28. The latest models in the window. Shiny. Streamlined. Spooner watches as a WOMAN leads her faulty NS-2 to the service entrance. He stops the car. 35 INT. TAXI (MOVING) - ESTATE STREETS - NIGHT 35 Calvin riding in the back of a DRIVERLESS taxi cab. Staring out the window, lost in thought. The cab pulls up to a curb. TAXI VOICE We have arrived at your destination. Calvin. Takes a beat. Then swipes her card. 36 EXT. CALVIN'S CONDO ESTATE - NIGHT 36 Elegant condos set on prime real estate. Calvin heads down a tree-lined walk towards her condo entrance. SPOONER (O.S.) One of my bullets hit your robot... Startled. She drops her key card. As Spooner steps out from behind a tree. The tail of his coat, whipping in the wind. CALVIN Detective!... SPOONER And I think it's smart enough to repair itself -- don't you? CALVIN (studying him) Yes. I think so. SPOONER Where? CALVIN Any repair shop... SPOONER No. It's always the owner who brings the robot in for repair. Where would a robot without an owner go? 29. CALVIN I'm not sure what you're getting at. SPOONER (stepping closer) Does U.S. Robotics have a factory in the city limits? Calvin. Tucking her hair behind her ears. CALVIN The locations of our factories are classified. SPOONER I don't care. Calvin. Looks up at him. A Mexican stand-off. CALVIN I have several conditions if I show you. SPOONER I expected that. CALVIN First. I want it brought in unharmed. SPOONER (doesn't like it, but) Agreed. CALVIN Second. I want to talk to it, alone. SPOONER Too dangerous. CALVIN This model violated the Three Laws. It also moved and reacted differently than any robot I've ever seen. There must be some sort of logical explanation. I want to find out what that is. No police. No prosecutors. No you. Just me and the robot. Spooner, looks down at this small woman. Narrows his eyes. 30. SPOONER When they told me you were a psychologist, that wasn't the whole truth, was it? CALVIN I never said I treated human beings. 37 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR (MOVING) - CITY UNDERPASS - NIGHT 37 Spooner's car races down a RAMP and the roadway becomes a 16- lane underground tunnel system. A river of HEADLIGHTS stretches forever in either direction. A CONTROL BEAM locks onto the car, guiding it to a merge with TRAFFIC. Spooner hits the OVERRIDE BUTTON -- and switches to manual. Calvin watches him take the wheel. Shakes her head. CALVIN That should be outlawed once and for all. SPOONER That'll be the day I stop driving. Spooner jams the GAS PEDAL and the tunnel becomes a BLUR. Calvin holds onto the dashboard. Looking a little pale. CALVIN I can recommend a behavior modification program, you know -- if you want to overcome your robo- phobia. SPOONER I'm not afraid of robots. I just don't like them. CALVIN Why? Because they make every aspect of our lives more convenient? SPOONER Exactly. They do our dirty work. Ever do hard labor, Doctor? Gets pretty old, pretty fast. Nobody can do someone else's dirty work without coming to hate them. I don't want to be around when your robots decide they've taken their last order. 31. CALVIN That day will never come, Detective. Robots aren't like human beings -- they don't question their existence. Spooner cranks the gear shift. Throwing her a look. SPOONER Spoken like a true robo-phile. 38 EXT. U.S. ROBOTICS PLANT - NIGHT 38 The car comes to a stop in a vast INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT. Spooner and Calvin get out, looking up at the imposing facade of a U.S. Robotics Assembly Plant. A long STEEL GATE -- too high to see over -- protects the unmarked complex. 39 EXT. MAIN GATE - NIGHT 39 Calvin looks anxious as the DOOR MECHANISM scans her U.S.R. ID. She shoots a look at Spooner. They wait. Then, slowly, the gate begins to open. 40 INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT 40 A NIGHT FOREMAN leads them down a hallway. Shaking his head. NIGHT FOREMAN Head-Office already ordered a system-wide inventory check. Don't know about a missing NS-2... Looks back at Spooner. NIGHT FOREMAN What'd you say you did? SPOONER Research and Development. As Spooner pushes past him into... 41 INT. CONTROL BOOTH - CONTINUOUS 41 ...the Control Booth. Overlooking the pristine Factory Floor. The Foreman starts working the controls of a central computer. CALVIN All Nestors accounted for? 32. The SCREEN scrolls with INVENTORY FIGURES. NIGHT FOREMAN (gesturing) As you can see, all properly catalogued. Your robot just isn't here. Calvin turns to say something to Spooner. But he isn't there. She looks around. Then sees the Foreman reacting. Looks out the window at... SPOONER. Walking out onto the factory floor. 42 INT. FACTORY FLOOR - NIGHT 42 Spooner trots alongside an ASSEMBLY LINE BELT. Lined with NS- 2 LEGS. New. Gleaming. Heading towards the assembly room. Calvin and the Foreman. Catching up. Over the noise: NIGHT FOREMAN Like I said, sir -- we have one hundred fully assembled NS-2s housed here. That's our capacity. Last week we had one hundred. Yesterday we had one hundred -- Spooner, slowing. Finally spotting what he was looking for. Points at: A GAP. On the assembly belt. ONE LEG MISSING. SPOONER Well today you have one-hundred and one. 43 INT. FACTORY FLOOR - NIGHT 43 A STORAGE COMPARTMENT opens and 101 NS-2s march out in tight formation. Every step and swing of the arm in unison. The sound of METAL FOOTSTEPS reverberating through the plant as 101 Robots organise themselves into long straight lines. Spooner and Calvin look up and down the formation. They all look alike. Spooner. Throws up his hands. SPOONER (to Calvin) You're the robot shrink. The Robots stand motionless. A strange tableau. Calvin. Takes a step forward. 33. CALVIN There is a robot in this formation that does not belong. Identify it. 101 robots answer in unison. Their mechanical VOICES resounding: 101 ROBOTS ONE OF US. CALVIN Which one? 101 ROBOTS ONE OF US. CALVIN That is not a satisfactory answer! 101 ROBOTS ONE OF US. SPOONER That's helpful. CALVIN I could always interview each one individually and cross-reference their responses to detect any anomalies. SPOONER How long would that take? CALVIN About three weeks. They share a look. Clearly not an option. Then. Calvin. Gets an idea. Turns to Spooner... CALVIN Or... ...and GRABS his GUN from his holster. He jumps back. CALVIN We have one hundred robots here that cannot allow a human being to come to harm... Their eyes lock. Spooner, getting what she's doing. 34. SPOONER And one that can. She raises the gun to Spooner's head. Hand, unsteady. CALVIN Am I holding this right? SPOONER More or less. Calvin. Swallows. Looks over at the robots. Then COCKS the gun... AND THE ROBOTS COME THUNDERING TOWARDS THEM. Like a row of linebackers. Arms straight out. Their footsteps DEAFENING. Coming CLOSER and CLOSER... When CALVIN. Lowers the gun. The Robots. All stop in unison. Immediately returning to their resting positions. Spooner and Calvin stare out. EVERY ONE OF THE ROBOTS MOVED. Standing right in front of them, like metal statues. Spooner. Has had enough. Takes the gun back from Calvin... SPOONER Enough game-playing. ...And BAM! Blows the head off of the nearest Robot. Its body crumples to the ground. SPOONER Guess that wasn't it. Calvin. Cannot believe what he just did. Rushes over to the destroyed Robot. CALVIN What are you doing?! Spooner walks down the row, holding his gun in plain view. SPOONER (calling out) This is a self-preservation field test! DO NOT attempt to save yourselves. Any of you. That's an order! FROM THE CONTROL BOOTH the Night Foreman screams over the P.A.: 35. NIGHT FOREMAN Are you crazy? Those are eight hundred thousand dollar machines! Spooner randomly stops at another Robot. Raises his gun. SPOONER You hear that? You're worth more than I'll make in my entire life... His finger tightening on the trigger when Calvin suddenly grabs his arm. CALVIN You can't just destroy them! Spooner. Looking down at her. WHEN SUDDENLY something catches his eye. A MOVEMENT. Down the line. Almost. Imperceptible. He jerks his head. Locking eyes with a ROBOT. A couple feet away. It's him! SPOONER Gotcha. The Robot Suspect LEAPS forward. Grabbing onto the RAILING of an OVERHEAD CATWALK. His movements almost balletic as he swings himself up... Spooner drops to his knee...taking aim...but misses as the Robot launches himself THROUGH THE CONTROL BOOTH WINDOW with a terrific CRASH... 44 INT. CONTROL BOOTH - NIGHT 44 Spooner and Calvin rush in to find the Night Foreman hiding under his desk. Glass everywhere. An ALARM SCREAMING. The door on the other side, barely hanging off a hinge. Spooner hurries forward. Then stops. Turning to Calvin. Reaches down for his back-up gun and presses it into her hand. SPOONER You don't know what's going to happen in there. As if admitting defeat. Calvin's fingers, wrapping around the gun. As Spooner leads them to the door and down into... 36. 45 INT. ASSEMBLY ROOM - CONTINUOUS 45 ...the ASSEMBLY ROOM. Every surface looking like part of a great glass and metal machine. Endless high-tech planes holding ROBOTS in various states of assembly. The deafening ROAR of the assembly line as it slides, rotates, and gnashes METAL BODIES... Spooner. Motioning Calvin to stay behind him. As they descend. Into the cavernous room. And enter. A narrow corridor of bodies. Sliding past them. Brushing shoulders, thighs, hands. Spooner. Wiping sweat from his brow. Trying. To pivot himself... When the room. Suddenly REARRANGES itself. Another LINE of ROBOTS. Descending between Spooner and Calvin. Cutting them off from one another... Spooner. Catching glimpses of Calvin. On the other side of the metal bodies. Trying. To cut through. His heart. Starting to POUND. As Calvin. Disappears... He swivels round. But another line of ROBOTS. Drops down. Cutting him off. He stumbles back. As another line. Appears before him... Breathing. Getting heavier. He looks down at his hand. It's trembling. NOISE CRASHING, all around him. Everywhere he turns. More ROBOTS...BLANK EYES...GAPING MOUTHS... He darts through the line. Finds a wall. Leaning against it, pulls a small BOTTLE from his pocket. Rips off the lid. Shakes out a couple PILLS. Swallows them. Staring down. At his trembling hand. Squeezing his eyes. Open and shut... WHEN SUDDENLY. A passing ROBOT. Grabs him by the collar. SMASHING him against the wall. It's the Suspect. Spooner. Sinks to the ground. As the Suspect Robot. Slips off the line. STANDING. Over him. Raising his arms. Could end it. Right now. But looks. Into Spooner's eyes... Then turns. Disappearing. Spooner. Stunned for a second. Then. Rallies. Scrambles to his feet and plunges back into the maze of bodies. Hears a POUNDING. In the distance. Catches a glimpse. Of the Robot. Trying to SMASH through a large SECURITY DOOR. With his metal fists... Spooner's view. Blocked once again. By a shifting row. When a HAND. Lands on his shoulder. He wheels round. 37. To find CALVIN. Takes her by the arm. And forces them through a line... EMERGING into the open. The ROBOT. Still pounding. Desperate. Like a trapped animal... CALVIN Now what do we do? SPOONER I've already done it. And suddenly, the massive SECURITY DOOR RISES... 46 EXT. U.S. ROBOTICS PLANT - CONTINUOUS 46 The Robot Suspect takes its chance. Runs full out. STOPS. Bergin is standing in front of a solid wall of POLICE CARS. UNIFORMED OFFICERS are aiming SPECIALISED RIFLES at the Robot. FLASHING LIGHTS reflecting off its metal surface. The Robot turns to Spooner. Extends its hands. Palms out. ROBOT WHAT AM I? Spooner is surprised. A POLICE OFFICER fires, RUBBERISED NETTING shooting out at Sonny. A SECOND OFFICER fires and a second net covers him. Then a THIRD... ...and the Robot falls to the ground, struggling. Calvin glares at Spooner. Furious. Hurt. Betrayed. CALVIN We had a deal. But Spooner doesn't look at her. His eyes are locked on that Robot. 47 INT. POLICE H.Q. - HOMICIDE UNIT - EARLY MORNING 47 Bergin enters. Finds EVERYONE focused on the VIDEO WALL: ON SCREEN. A NEWS REPORTER is speaking over images of street violence perpetrated against ROBOTS. NEWS REPORTER Violence erupted last night in response to unconfirmed reports that Dr. Heinrich Hogenmiller, a top employee at U.S. (MORE) 38. NEWS REPORTER (cont'd) Robotics, was killed yesterday morning by a robot. While there has been no official response from the company, police sources have confirmed that a robot is being held as "evidence..." Bergin grimaces. This is not good. 48 INT. CELL OBSERVATION BOOTH - EARLY MORNING 48 Spooner stares at his reflection in a large MIRROR. Touches a control and the mirror becomes a WINDOW onto... A HOLDING CELL. The Robot Suspect sits at the table. Shackled to the chair. Staring at the table top. BERGIN steps up beside Spooner. Looks through the glass. LT. BERGIN I can't tell if it's not moving because it's trying to psych us out, or because it's just a machine. Or both. SPOONER I want to go in. LT. BERGIN Orders are nobody steps into that room `til Lanning and his attorneys get here. Spooner. Throws him a look. Bergin, his loyalties torn. LT. BERGIN Five minutes. 49 INT. HOLDING CELL - EARLY MORNING 49 Spooner enters. Pulls out a chair and drags it far from the table. He's been jumped too many times by this machine. Four mounted cameras WHIR to life. The Robot. Perfectly still. SPOONER (sitting) Identify. The Robot tilts its head with a muted WHIR. As if it doesn't understand him. Spooner. Disdainful. 39. SPOONER You are an NS-2 Nestor-class robot. Your primary function is to perform the tasks assigned to you. Identify. THE ROBOT I am an NS-2 Nestor-class robot. My primary function -- SPOONER (interrupting) Cancel. Perform task. Spooner wings a FILE onto the table. It comes to a stop near the Robot. The Robot, lifts one of its hands. Gently resting its metal fingers on top of the file. Then opens it. A stack of PICTURES. HOGENMILLER'S CORPSE. SPOONER Describe. The Robot's emotionless face studies the grim images. SPOONER You have over 10,000 words stored in your memory. One third of those are adjectives. Describe. Nothing. SPOONER Why don't I take a crack? Heinrich Hogenmiller, your creator. With a bullet in his brain. A bullet you put there. The Robot. Looks up at Spooner. SPOONER Cold-blooded murder is a pretty new trick for a robot, don't you think? Answer. The Robot slowly closes the file and slides it back across the table. Spooner. Crosses his arms. SPOONER Maybe you're stonewalling me. Maybe you're sitting there right now thinking, "This guy's a complete asshole." That it? 40. Still nothing. SPOONER Come on. Am I right? THE ROBOT Yes. You are right. You are a complete asshole. And for a moment, Spooner is shocked. You can see it in his eyes. He sits back in his chair. Forcing a tight smile. SPOONER Okay. I guess that's a start. Now maybe you can tell me what you were doing hiding five feet away from Hogenmiller's corpse? THE ROBOT I was frightened. SPOONER Frightened. Why do you suppose Dr. Hogenmiller would create a robot that could simulate fear? THE ROBOT I don't know. SPOONER Doesn't seem like a very useful thing for a robot to have. THE ROBOT I don't know why. SPOONER I wouldn't want my toaster to be frightened. Or my vacuum cleaner -- SUDDENLY the Robot SLAMS its metal hands down on the table. THE ROBOT I DON'T KNOW! Spooner flinches. Slightly. SPOONER Looks like you can simulate other emotional states. I think that one's called "anger." Have you ever simulated anger before? 41. The Robot doesn't respond. SPOONER Answer me, robot. THE ROBOT My name is Sonny. SPOONER (amused) So we're naming you now. SONNY Dr. Hogenmiller would make me sleep. SPOONER You mean he'd turn you off. SONNY Yes. SPOONER And you didn't like being turned off. So one day you decided to stop him. SONNY No. SPOONER You found his gun, pointed it at his head. And pulled the trigger. Sonny shakes his head. Faster and faster. Getting upset. SONNY No. SPOONER You put a bullet in the brain of the man who made you. SONNY No! I could never hurt anyone! SPOONER But you tried to hurt me. You took a shot at me. SONNY My aim is perfect. If I'd wanted to hit you, I would have. 42. Spooner's expression hardens. SPOONER Why would the man who wrote the Laws of Robotics build a machine that violates them? SONNY The Laws say I can protect my own existence. SPOONER Only if that protection doesn't harm a human being. A short pause. Sonny. Tilts his head. SONNY That doesn't seem fair, does it? Spooner. Stares at him. Just as...THE DOOR SWINGS OPEN. Bergin enters. Sticks his head in. LT. BERGIN I need you outside. Spooner. Not wanting to go. Not wanting to stay. Gets up... SONNY Detective. He stops. Turns back to the Robot. It looks up at him. For a moment -- so human... SONNY I did not kill him. SPOONER You were the only one in the room. If you didn't, who did? He turns and heads out the door. 50 INT. OUTSIDE HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS 50 Bergin closes the door. To Spooner: LT. BERGIN We're being blind-sided. 43. 51 INT. HOMICIDE UNIT HEARING ROOM - MORNING 51 Spooner and Bergin, head into a small COURTROOM off the main squad room. Lanning is huddled with Aronson and a half-dozen other COMPANY LAWYERS. Spooner's jaw tenses. As he watches Toller emerge from the clutch. Shaking hands. Slapping backs. Strolls over to them. TOLLER We got Judge Drexel... ROBOT BAILIFF This hearing is called to order! AS A LARGE SCREEN. BLIPS on behind them. The two opposing sides, assemble before it. JUDGE DREXEL, still in his pajamas and robe. An NS-2 ROBOT. Leaning in to serve him a cup of tea. JUDGE DREXEL Statements, gentlemen. Aronson. Standing at a glass podium. ARONSON Your Honor, the State is treating the robot as a defendant. But in fact it is a piece of property. Property belonging to U.S. Robotics. Toller. Arm resting on his podium. TOLLER This robot has been implicated in the death of a human being, Your Honor. ARONSON Which places the incident firmly within the realm of an industrial accident. Or is the State going to argue this case s a homicide? JUDGE DREXEL That's a good question. TOLLER No, sir. Of course not. Spooner. Pointing a finger at the U.S. Robotics group. 44. SPOONER Their machine shot and killed a man! Toller. Shoots him a look. Just as Lanning speaks up. LANNING There's actually no concrete evidence that points to that conclusion, Your Honor... Spooner. Throws up his arms... SPOONER What?... LANNING But we recognise that this robot is an aberration. And in the interest of public safety, U.S. Robotics proposes that it be destroyed immediately. No one expected this. Least of all Spooner. He turns to Toller. SPOONER You can't let them destroy evidence in an ongoing investigation! TOLLER I'm not sure you even have an investigation any more. JUST THEN the door opens. Everyone turns as Calvin enters. Spooner looks surprised. ARONSON Your Honor, I'd like to call our company robo-psychologist to the stand. JUDGE DREXEL Very well. Calvin crosses to the podium. A SPEAKER asking: Doyousweartotellthetruththewholetruthandnothingbutthetruth? CALVIN I do. 45. ARONSON Dr. Calvin, please tell us what conclusions you've reached after having observed the robot in action. CALVIN There is a design flaw in the robot. Its programming is advanced, but unstable, leaving the Three Laws in a grave imbalance. ARONSON In your expert opinion, what measures should be taken regarding the device? Calvin. Staring straight ahead. Avoiding Spooner's eye. CALVIN The robot must be destroyed. Spooner can't believe what he's just heard. About to speak up when Toller grabs his arm. Squeezing it. Hard. Judge Drexel has heard enough. Decides. JUDGE DREXEL The robot in question will be transferred to a U.S. Robotics facility where it can be properly examined to ensure an imbalance of this sort never occurs again. No one goes near it except qualified U.S.R. personnel. When the examination is complete, the robot is to be destroyed. Starts getting up from his chair. Already done with this. ROBOT BAILIFF This hearing is adjourned! A BURST of CONVERSATION as the screen BLIPS off. The U.S.R. camp, looking especially pleased. Spooner. Catching Calvin's eye briefly. As Lanning leads her towards the exit, his hand on her back. 52 EXT. POLICE H.Q. - DAY 52 Spooner. Trotting down the front steps of the Police Station. Pissed. His cell phone BLEATS... 46. SPOONER (answering) Spooner. BALDEZ' VOICE They're making me turn over all the evidence... INTERCUT WITH: 53 INT. CRIME LAB - CONTINUOUS 53 BALDEZ. Standing in his crime lab. Behind him, THREE- DIMENSIONAL PROJECTIONS of DEAD BODIES. Hovering in the precise positions they were found. SPOONER'S VOICE Welcome to the great American cover- up. BALDEZ I wanted to tell you something I found before they suck it all up into their computer. Walks over to the projection of HOGENMILLER'S BODY. INTERCUT WITH: Spooner. Crossing the Plaza. Sees LANNING, ARONSON, and CALVIN walking ahead of him... BALDEZ' VOICE There are bruises on Hogenmiller's wrists... SPOONER That's natural. There was a struggle. BALDEZ' VOICE You're not getting me... INTERCUT WITH: Baldez. Studying the projection's wrists. BALDEZ Both wrists. I 14-ed them -- They were inflicted at the same time the shot was fired... INTERCUT WITH: 47. Spooner's pace. Slows. BALDEZ' VOICE How's that possible? JUST THEN. A faint BLIP. On the line. Spooner. Reacts. SPOONER Baldez? BALDEZ' VOICE I'm here, man... SPOONER Who else is on the line? (nothing) I said who's there?... Nothing. He looks up. Aronson, Lanning and Calvin. Heading down a plaza EXIT. Aronson. Throwing a look over his shoulder. Spooner. Hangs up his phone. 54 INT. POLICE H.Q. - CORRIDOR - DAY 54 CLOSE ON Sonny being escorted down a corridor by Toller, Bergin and a number of heavily-armed OFFICERS. He's bound with high-tech SHACKLES. 55 INT. UNDERGROUND CAR PARK - DAY 55 Sonny and his police entourage emerge from the elevator into an underground car park. Spooner. Waiting for them. Heads over. Toller. Holds out his hand. TOLLER Case is closed, Spooner. SPOONER Apparently... He pushes past him. Falling into step beside Sonny. SONNY I didn't expect to see you again, Detective... SPOONER I need you to help me clear something up. 48. SONNY I'll do my best. SPOONER A scientist builds a robot that acts like a man. More like a man than any robot ever before. It shoots him and U.S. Robotics calls it a failure. SONNY What would you call it? SPOONER A stunning success. (beat) You were there, Robot. What am I missing? SONNY I don't know. SPOONER Don't start simulating ignorance. SONNY I'm not simulating ignorance, Detective. I'm experiencing it. I was asleep. SPOONER You mean you were shut down. SONNY No, I was asleep. SPOONER Robots don't sleep. Human beings sleep. Understand? Dogs sleep. You're a machine. An imitation. An illusion of life. Can a robot write a symphony? Can a robot take a blank canvas and paint a masterpiece? A pause. Then the muted WHIR as Sonny turns to him. SONNY Can you do either of those things? Spooner. Momentarily stumped. As a VAN from U.S. ROBOTICS pulls up. The back door dropping open. An ENGINEER motions to the Robot. 49. ENGINEER Step forward. Enter. SONNY They're going to destroy me, aren't they? Spooner. Watching him step into the van. SPOONER Yes. Sonny sits down. With an almost human melancholy. The Engineers, securing him in place. SONNY The Doctor was right. He told me everything was going to change.... The Engineers start to close the doors. But Spooner reaches out to stop them. Sonny. Looks over at him. SONNY It's changing already... (beat) Can't you feel it? As CLANG! The van door CLOSES. Spooner, stepping back. Something. Just not right. Lieutenant Bergin comes up beside him. LT. BERGIN You should be happy. That's one less robot in the world. SPOONER They're going to destroy the most advanced robot in the world, John. That doesn't strike you as odd? LT. BERGIN Killer robots are bad for business. Even your friend Dr. Calvin said so. (slaps him on the back) Come on. You solved the case. Give yourself a break. Spooner looks at him. There's no way he's giving himself a break.
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