Категория: Убийство

So what does an Army cop do mostly? Break up bar fights?

I did what you do pretty much, with one minor difference.

What's that?

Every suspect was a trained killer.

With a name like yours, you're gonna feel right at home.

Prison? In America? A retirement home. If I go to prison at all.

You think you're gonna walk?

You are a homeless drifter wanted for murder. Meanwhile, I am an old man in the wrong place at the wrong time. Thanks to you, who is left to say otherwise? Who?

Were you really going to shoot him?

I knew I wouldn't have to. One look at this guy and you know he'll do anything to survive. One look at me and you know I'm not bluffing.

You kill anybody?

A few cops.

No real people?

Just cops.

Hey, Joe, you want me to shoot this guy?

Shit... You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.

You murdered him because he was teaching you to simulate emotions and things got out of control.

I did not murder him.

But emotions don't seem like a very useful simulation for a robot.

[getting angry] I did not murder him.

Hell, I don't want my toaster or my vacuum cleaner appearing emotional...

[Hitting table with his fists] I did not murder him!

[as Sonny observes the inflicted damage to the interrogation table] That one's called anger. Ever simulate anger before?

What if I'm right?

Well, then I guess we're gonna miss the good old days.

What good old days?

When people were killed by other people.

A robot could no more commit a murder, no more than a human could walk on water.

Well, you know, there was this one guy... a long time ago.

How fortunate our failure to kill you, Dr. Jones. You survive to be of service to us once again.

Well, you know me, always glad to help.

Those people are trying to kill us!

I know, Dad!

This is a new experience for me.

It happens to me all the time.

Good afternoon, Doctor Jones.

I ought to kill you right now.

Not a very private place for a murder.

Who taught you to fight like this?

The witcher you slew.

You won... finish me off.

I'm no murderer. Besides, it was only a fistfight.

I'd rather have died at your hands.

It was an honest fight, just like you wanted.

You fail to understand. My reputation is ruined, my honor gone.

I thrashed you and won a pile of coin. Not sure I care about your reputation.

We'll meet again... Silgrat forgets no insult.

You always told me to stay off the freeway.

Yes, that's true.

You said it was suicide.

Then let us hope that I was wrong.

I killed you, Mr. Anderson. I watched you die... with a certain satisfaction, I might add. And then something happened, something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterward, I understood the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do, but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay, compelled to disobey. And now, here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an Agent of this system. Because of you, I've changed. I'm unplugged. A new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently, free.

Congratulations.

Thank you.