RoboCop1951

[Emil reaches for a shotgun after Murphy kills his TV watching friend Dougy]

Alex Murphy:
Go ahead and do it. Dead or alive, you're coming with me. [on radio] Lewis? Lewis? Lewis, I've got a situation here. [to Emil] Okay, tough guy, get up. Get up! Turn around. Spread your legs! That's right. [Murphy hoists Emil to his feet and turns him around]

[Lewis stumbles to her feet as she recovers from being pushed down by Joe Cox]

Alex Murphy:
[on radio] Lewis, where are you? Are you all right? [Murphy is holding his pistol to the back of Emil's head] Put your hands on your head. Lewis? [He takes out his handcuffs, only to hear shotguns being pumped. He looks up and sees Steve Minh and Leon Nash standing at the top of two different staircases]

Leon C. Nash:
Why don't you let us take over from here, Emil? [Emil spins, grabs Murphy's pistol and throws it in a container. Nash and Minh advance down the steps, shotguns trained on Murphy. As they approach, Emil grabs his own shotgun, pumps it, and puts the barrel to Murphy's neck]

Emil M. Antonowsky:
Your ass is mine!

Clarence Boddicker:
No! Not yet, it ain't.

[Boddicker enters the room, holding a shotgun in his hand]

Clarence Boddicker:
Well what have we here? [He unbuckles Murphy's helmet and puts it on Emil] You a good cop, hotshot? [Emil chuckles] Well sure you are! [steps to Murphy's right side] Boy, you must be some kind of a...great cop, coming here all by yourself.

[Boddicker hits Murphy in the legs with the butt of his weapon]

Clarence Boddicker:
Where's your partner? [kicks Murphy] Where's your partner?! [Joe Cox enters]

Joe P. Cox:
Well, guys, the other one was upstairs. She was swe-e-e-e-e-e-t, oom, oom, oom! I took her out! [cackles]

[Boddicker kicks Murphy again and Cox pumps his shotgun]

Clarence Boddicker:
I bet that really pisses you off. [a gang member chuckles] You probably don't think I'm a very nice guy, do ya?

Alex Murphy:
Buddy, I think you're slime. [The gang members laugh loudly]

Clarence Boddicker:
See, I got this problem. Cops don't like me. So I don't like cops. [aims his shotgun across Murphy] Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na...[shoots off Murphy's right hand] Well, give the man a hand!

[The gang members laugh. Murphy clutches his bleeding right stump with his left hand]

Clarence Boddicker:
He's all yours. [Murphy stands up and attempts to limp away]

Emil M. Antonowsky:
All right, look out! Two in a row! [to Murphy] Hey, pretty boy! Hey, over here! [Murphy turns around and Emil fires his shotgun, Murphy's entire arm comes off. Murphy screams as the gang proceeds to empty their shotguns into him]

Joe P. Cox:
I'm out of ammo.

[Boddicker casually lights a cigarette]

Emil M. Antonowsky:
Hey Clarence, he's still alive. [Murphy screams in agony]

Joe P. Cox:
[in singsong voice] Does it hurt? Does it hurt? [The gang members laugh]

[Boddicker walks over and produces a pistol]

Clarence Boddicker:
OK, fun's over. [shoots Murphy in the face; Murphy drops dead] Okay, let's get out of here.

Joe P. Cox:
Good night, sweet prince! [laughs as he and the gang depart]