RoboCop1987

[Clarence Boddicker and his crew are fleeing an armed robbery]

Clarence Boddicker:
[opening up boxes of charred money] Sh*t! I don't believe it!

Bobby:
What?

Clarence Boddicker:
You! You burnt the f***ing money!

Bobby:
I had to blow the door! What do you want?

Clarence Boddicker:
It's as good as marked, you a**hole! [throws the money in Bobby's face] You stupid, stupid a**hole! [Emil, the driver, pounds the dashboard]

Emil M. Antonowsky:
CLARENCE!

Clarence Boddicker:
What do you want?!

Emil M. Antonowsky:
We've got a cop on our tail! [The gang members pump their shotguns. Leon Nash walks over to the back window, looks out and sees Murphy and Lewis's police car behind them]

Leon Nash:
Move it! Bring it up!

Joe P. Cox:
Move it!

Emil M. Antonowsky:
Hey, hey! This crate ain't going to outrun a cop!

Clarence Boddicker:
Slow down, then!

Emil M. Antonowsky:
What, are you crazy, man?! [Boddicker strikes Emil with his fists]

Clarence Boddicker:
Shut the f*** up and do it! Just do it!

[Cut to Murphy and Lewis in the cruiser]

Alex Murphy:
Central, this is 1-5-4. We are in pursuit of 2-1-1 suspects. Request backup.

Dispatcher:
Roger, 1-5-4. Back up is currently unavailable.

Alex Murphy:
[to Lewis] Give me your piece. [He straps on his helmet and loads his and Lewis's pistols]

Dispatcher:
Backup ETA, 15 minutes.

[Cut to the panel truck]

Clarence Boddicker:
Bobby, get the door! Everybody load up!

Leon C. Nash:
All right, let's go! Come on! [Everybody checks their weapons and aims them at the back doors]

Alex Murphy:
OK!

Anne Lewis:
All right. Go. [Murphy leans his head out the window, and the police car catches up to the panel truck]

Clarence Boddicker:
NOW! [Bobby kicks open the back doors and the gang opens fire, only to notice the police car has vanished]

Leon C. Nash:
What the f***? Where did he go?!

Clarence Boddicker:
Emil!

Emil M. Antonowsky:
[looks out the passenger's window] Here! He's up here! [Murphy and Lewis are driving right next to the truck. Boddicker fires his shotgun out the window, and Murphy fires back]

Gang members:
Jesus!

[The police car falls back behind the panel truck. Murphy continues shooting, until Bobby falls, hit in the legs]

Clarence Boddicker:
Get him! [Nash rushes over to the back door and fires, bullets hitting the roof lights and cracking the windshield]

Bobby:
Ah, sh*t, Clarence! My leg!

Clarence Boddicker:
Leon! Pick him up!

[Murphy, outside, reloads his pistol. Inside, the gang members pull Bobby to his feet]

Clarence Boddicker:
Can you fly, Bobby?

Bobby:
Clarence, no! [The gang members heave Bobby out the doors and he lands on the police car's windshield. Lewis panics, and spins out]