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    I, ROBOT [Script]

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    23.04.10

    I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:06 pm



    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?


    Terakhir diubah oleh jakarta tanggal Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:35 pm, total 1 kali diubah

    jakarta

    522
    23.04.10

    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:08 pm


    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.

    jakarta

    522
    23.04.10

    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:09 pm


    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.

    jakarta

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:11 pm


    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.

    jakarta

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:12 pm


    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.

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:14 pm


    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?

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:16 pm


    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.

    50.


    56 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - DAY 56

    Spooner driving. A small TELEVISION above the windshield.
    LANCE ROBERTSON holding a PRESS CONFERENCE outside U.S.
    Robotics...

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:17 pm


    ROBERTSON ON TV
    ...and I just want to assure you that
    this was an isolated incident. The
    prototype is now in custody -- and
    scheduled for destruction. Your
    robots are perfectly safe. There
    is no cause for alarm...

    Spooner's lip curls. Eyes flicking to a GPS display on the
    dashboard. A TOPOGRAPHICAL MAP pinpointing HOGENMILLER'S
    HOUSE. The CURSOR. Directing him to turn up...

    A STEEP DRIVEWAY

    Narrow. Out of the way. Spooner's brow furrows. As he
    hears a faraway RUMBLING SOUND...

    57 EXT. HOGENMILLER'S HOUSE - DAY 57

    Dr. Hogenmiller's house. Small. Simple. Built on a huge
    rock promontory overlooking the city. Three DEMOLITION
    ROBOTS rolling towards it. Huge, mashing, sporting massive
    HYDRAULIC POUNDERS.

    Spooner's CAR. SCREECHES to a stop. He jumps out. Races
    over to the nearest machine. Looking around -- no people.

    SPOONER
    (to Robot)
    What are you doing?!

    A SCREEN. Blinks to life on the hulking chassis. A
    disembodied VOICE...

    DEMOLITION ROBOT
    Demolition ordered...

    SPOONER
    Who authorised this?

    DEMOLITION ROBOT
    Demolition ordered...

    Spooner reaches into his coat. Pulling out his POLICE BADGE.
    Scans it over the screen.

    51.


    SPOONER
    Override. This is police business.
    Vacate the premises immediately.

    DEMOLITION ROBOT
    (beat)
    Affirmative.

    The screen. Blinks off. Spooner. Eyeing it. Turns and
    heads for the house.

    58 INT. MAIN ROOM - HOGENMILLER'S HOUSE - DAY 58

    Spooner pushes the door open. Stepping over the police tape.
    Inside, the main room is spare, untidy. Cups of cold COFFEE,
    littering surfaces. A COT, in the corner.

    On the walls, crooked CERTIFICATES. Heinrich Hogenmiller's
    name written out in academic script. Advanced Degrees in the
    study of Robotics, Physics, Chemistry, Neurology, Ethics. An
    AWARD on the mantelpiece. A silver NS-2. Tarnished.

    Spooner. Opening up a couple drawers of a side table.
    Jumbles of papers. Clippings. Old text books. Then a
    PHOTOGRAPH -- HOGENMILLER AND CALVIN. Standing arm-in-arm.
    Spooner furrows his brow.

    WHEN SOMETHING SUDDENLY RUBS against his leg. He startles.
    Looks down: a CAT. Lonely. Standing next to its automatic
    feeder. Spooner pockets the picture. Starts heading down...

    59 INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 59

    ...The hallway. Starts noticing. All over the walls:
    handwriting. EQUATIONS. Scrawled in white pencil. The
    rantings. Of a genius. Glowing. In the sporadic shadows.

    Spooner. Following the equations. Down into...

    60 INT. BACK ROOM - CONTINUOUS 60

    ...The back room. Covered. In writing. Walls, floors,
    ceiling. Drawings. Of ROBOTS, of MEN, side by side. In the
    corner, a COMPUTER. A line of CABINETS - DATA STORAGE.

    Spooner, curious. Heads over to one of the cabinets. Takes
    a device out of his pocket and CLAMPS it over the KEYPAD.
    The device blinks RED. Then GREEN. The drawer, slides out.

    LINED. With flat metal objects. Shiny. Thin. With writing
    on them. Spooner. Reaches for one when...

    52.


    BOOM! Something POUNDS the outside of the room. Spooner.
    Grabs onto the cabinet...

    BOOM! On the other side. Objects. Flying off table-tops.
    A CRACK spidering along the wall. Holy shit...

    SPOONER
    (screaming)
    Halt!

    BOOM! VIBRATIONS, tearing through the room. More CRACKS.
    Spreading...

    BOOM! The SOUND, horrifying. Spooner stumbles back. The
    CABINET. Crashing down on his leg. He CRIES OUT...

    BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The house. Getting pummeled. Chunks of
    ceiling. Raining down. GLASS...exploding...

    Relentless BOOMING! Spooner...dragging his legs from under
    the cabinet. Scrambling for purchase as...

    THE FLOOR...begins to tilt...the TILES...snapping
    up...ricocheting...around the room...as another cabinet...
    CRASHES to the ground...crumpling...

    Spooner. Spinning around. Looking for some kind of exit...

    BOOM! The corner of the room...coming in on itself...the
    floor...listing even more...like a ship...

    Spooner...turning to CLAW his way up to the cracked
    doorway...WHEN...

    SOMETHING catches his eye. In the bottom drawer. Of a
    crumpled CABINET. One of those flat metal plates. He can
    just read what it says: S.O.N.N.Y....

    Spooner...flings his arm back...reaching for the plate...
    snaps it up...JUST AS...

    BOOM! A HYDRAULIC POUNDER SMASHES through the wall...inches
    from his head...OUTSIDE LIGHT...pouring in...

    Spooner scurries for the doorway...tumbling out...

    61 INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 61

    ...into the HALLWAY. Sideways. Trammeled plaster. BOOM!
    Another POUNDER...crashing down from above. Spooner. Timing
    it...rolling...BOOM!...just under the next pounding...

    53.


    Scampering up...towards some LIGHT...BOOM!...the
    POUNDER...right on his heels...he clambers...closer...
    closer...when...he hears...MEOWING...looks back...the
    CAT...scared out of its wits...BOOM!...the POUNDER CRASHING
    in...Spooner...just manages...to scoop up the cat...just as
    BOOM!...

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:18 pm


    62 EXT. DEMOLISHED HOUSE - CONTINUOUS 62

    ...He pours them out into the open. The POUNDERS. Going at
    the house like hyenas at a corpse. Roof tiles, beams,
    plaster, flooring. SNAPPING and CRACKING as Spooner and the
    cat skitter down the carnage.

    Heart pounding, breath jagged, face bloodied, Spooner
    scrambles away from the POUNDERS. Their bodies GLEAMING in
    the dusk sun. The III Laws Safe logo, splashed along their
    sides...

    Spooner. Drops the cat.

    63 INT. HALLWAY - CALVIN'S CONDO - NIGHT 63

    Spooner. POUNDS on the door. It opens. Calvin. Standing
    there in her bathrobe. Shocked at his appearance.

    CALVIN
    Detective! What happened to
    you?...

    SPOONER
    A couple of your beloved robots
    just tried to kill me...

    He pushes past her. Into...

    64 INT. CALVIN'S CONDO - CONTINUOUS 64

    ...her condo. Spartan. Unadorned.

    CALVIN
    What? That's impossible. You
    know...

    SPOONER
    What I know is a demolition crew
    started tearing down Hogenmiller's
    house while I was still inside it.

    CALVIN
    Maybe they didn't realise...

    54.


    SPOONER
    I scanned my badge before I went
    in. They realised.

    CALVIN
    Then you must have done it wrong...

    SPOONER
    I don't think you're hearing what
    I'm saying -- they tried to kill
    me.

    Spooner moves deeper into the apartment. Everything.
    Automated. Computerised. Cold...

    SPOONER
    There's something going on, here.
    Some kind of shift.

    Calvin laughs. Can't believe what she's hearing.

    CALVIN
    Do you know how paranoid you sound?

    SPOONER
    Great. Now I'm being analysed by a
    robo-psychologist.

    CALVIN
    You just want to find the flaws in
    the system. You're obsessed with
    it. You'll twist anything to fit
    your agenda.

    SPOONER
    Like you did in court today? How'd
    that fit your agenda, Doctor?

    He pulls out the PHOTO of Calvin and Hogenmiller. Calvin.
    Blanching at the sight of it. Spooner tosses it down.

    SPOONER
    You told me you hardly knew him.
    Want to try the truth this time?

    CALVIN
    Well, Detective, when you see
    someone you know well put a bullet
    through their brain, it makes you
    wonder if you ever really knew them
    at all.

    Calvin. Looking down at the photo. Swallows.

    55.

    CALVIN
    (difficult for her)
    He was my mentor. No, more than
    that. A genius with an insight far
    beyond anyone in his field.

    SPOONER
    Doesn't sound like the washed-up
    old fool Robertson described.

    CALVIN
    But he was starting to withdraw
    from everyone. Even me.
    Maybe...if I'd tried harder to
    reach him...
    (shakes her head)
    The Doctor was reckless when he
    created a robot potentially not
    bound by the Three Laws. He could
    have ruined everything we'd been
    working for.

    Spooner. Locking eyes with her.

    SPOONER
    Sounds like a motive for murder to
    me. Just not for the suspect we
    have in custody.

    Calvin. Blinks. Trying, to stick to her resolve. Heads
    over to the door. Spooner. Looking around the condo.

    SPOONER
    You know there's not one thing in
    this apartment that looks like a
    human being lives here. No
    evidence of a life outside your
    work. Almost seems like you're
    afraid of people.

    Calvin. Opening the door.

    CALVIN
    I'm not afraid of people,
    Detective. I just don't like them.

    Spooner. Looks at her. Then heads out the door. Calvin
    SLAMS it behind him...

    The SOUND...of the SLAM...REVERBERATING...and we...

    FADE INTO:

    56.


    65 INT. DREAM SEQUENCE - DAY 65

    ...A DEEP...DEEP...DARKNESS.

    A FLICKER. Of LIGHT. Off to the side. Just barely.
    Noticeable. ORANGE... YELLOW...as we realise...It's FIRE...

    Another SOUND...GLASS...SHATTERING...then a SIREN...
    faraway...

    The disembodied VOICE...coming out of nowhere...

    DISEMBODIED VOICE (V.O.)
    You are in danger...

    The FIRE...BUILDING...

    DISEMBODIED VOICE (V.O.)
    You are in danger...

    ECHOING...as...

    66 INT. SPOONER'S BEDROOM - MORNING 66

    SPOONER'S EYES. Spring open.

    Lying, in bed. Heart POUNDING. SWEAT. Covering his body.
    LIGHT. Pouring in through the slats of his blinds.

    He sits up. Rubbing his face. Trying. To calm his
    breathing. Takes a look at his watch...

    67 EXT. MONORAIL STATION - DAY 67

    Spooner walking along the monorail plaza. Looking a little
    worse for wear. PEOPLE. Giving him wide berth. ROBOTS.
    Bidding him:

    ROBOT
    Good morning...

    Spooner, shooting them suspicious looks. As the MONORAIL
    pulls up...

    CUT TO:

    68 INT. HALLWAY - U.S. ROBOTICS - CONTINUOUS 68

    Calvin. Heading down a hallway. A DOOR slides open. And
    Lanning steps out. Followed by a TECHNICIAN ROBOT...

    CALVIN
    Find anything, Doctor?

    57.


    LANNING
    (shaking his head)
    Nothing. The interior's just like
    any other NS-2. Except for a
    secondary battery Hogenmiller must
    have used as extra back-up.
    (looks at watch)
    We'll just need a nominal profile.

    Calvin nods.

    CUT BACK TO:

    69 INT. MONORAIL - CONTINUOUS 69

    Spooner, holding onto a handrail. As the city rushes by the
    window. Notices a group of ROBOTS. At the other end of the
    car. Are they watching him?

    He wipes a bead of sweat. From his upper lip.

    CUT TO:

    70 INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS 70

    An all-metal room. Spare. Anti-septic. SONNY. Sitting on
    the floor. Against the wall.

    Calvin enters. Puts her pad down on the table. Sits.

    CALVIN
    Please state your serial number and
    assembly date.

    She pulls out a pen. Waiting for an answer. Nothing.

    CUT BACK TO:

    71 INT. MONORAIL - CONTINUOUS 71

    Spooner. Watching as a HOMELESS MAN. Comes stumbling
    through the car...

    CALVIN'S VOICE (V.O.)
    Sonny. I'm speaking to you...

    The Homeless Man. Suddenly grabs his ears and shouts:

    HOMELESS MAN
    God, can't you be quiet!

    CUT TO:

    58.


    72 INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS 72

    Calvin. Still looking down at her pad.

    CALVIN
    How about your data board
    designation?

    Still. Sonny says nothing. Calvin. Finally looks up at
    him. Is suddenly struck. Something about the way he's
    sitting -- so human.

    She gets up and walks over. Hesitates. Then slides down on
    the floor next to him. Studying. His profile.

    CALVIN
    Maybe I'm asking the wrong
    questions. How about this one:

    CUT BACK TO:

    73 INT. MONORAIL - CONTINUOUS 73

    The Homeless Man. Weaving...

    CALVIN'S VOICE (V.O.)
    ...What program are you running
    through right now?

    SONNY'S VOICE (V.O.)
    I'm not sure. It's nothing I
    recognise.

    The Homeless Man. Pointing to the group of ROBOTS.

    HOMELESS MAN
    (shouting)
    Don't you people hear them?
    They're talking to each other!
    Buzz, buzz, zip, zip...they never
    shut up!

    CUT TO:

    74 INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS 74

    Calvin. Fascinated. Noticing a small SLIT. At the base of
    Sonny's neck.

    CALVIN
    Describe his behavior in the last
    few weeks.

    59.


    SONNY
    I'm sorry?

    CALVIN
    Dr. Hogenmiller. Did he seem
    overly sad or withdrawn to you?

    CUT BACK TO:

    75 INT. MONORAIL - CONTINUOUS 75

    Spooner watches. As the Homeless Man picks up a SODA CAN and
    hurls it at the Robots. Hitting one of them on the side of
    the head.

    SONNY'S VOICE (V.O.)
    No. Not at all. But he was
    agitated...

    The Robot. Leans down and picks up the soda can. Holds it
    back out to the Homeless Man.

    SONNY'S VOICE (V.O.)
    ...He would claim things were
    missing from the lab.

    The Homeless Man. Incensed. SUDDENLY ROARS. Making a rush
    for the Robots when...

    SPOONER'S HAND. Grabs his shoulder. Stops him.

    SPOONER
    This is your stop.

    CUT TO:

    76 INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS 76

    A soft WHIRRING. As Sonny turns to Calvin.

    SONNY
    I didn't pay much attention. He
    would spend hours looking for his
    eyeglasses and they would be...

    CALVIN
    (finishing for him)
    ...right on top of his head.

    Sonny nods. She knows him well, too. Calvin swallows.
    Looking right into Sonny's eyes. Feeling like there's
    something...something more behind them.

    60.


    WHEN SUDDENLY...VICTOR APPEARS above them. His face, turning
    into a SCREEN -- the image of LANCE ROBERTSON. Looking down
    at them.

    ROBERTSON
    I think we're done here, Susan.

    CALVIN
    (getting to her feet)
    But, sir, I was just...

    ROBERTSON
    (interrupting)
    I said I think we're done.

    Calvin. Not misreading. The threatening undertone.

    CUT BACK TO:

    77 EXT. MONORAIL STATION - CONTINUOUS 77

    Spooner stepping out onto the platform, pulling the Homeless
    Man along with him. COMMUTERS pour out around them.

    As the train pulls off with a WHOOSH. The Homeless Man.
    Backs away from Spooner. Grinning insanely. Pointing.

    HOMELESS MAN
    Why are you protecting them, man?
    (short pause)
    They were talking about you!

    A CHILL. Ripping up Spooner's spine. As he watches the
    Homeless Man. Wander down the platform.

    Tries. To shake off the feeling. As he turns. To wait for
    the next train. Suddenly realising. That he's ALONE on the
    platform. Watches. A huge DIGITAL CLOCK. Ticking off
    seconds. Sees. CAMERAS in every corner.

    Then that feeling. At the back of his neck. He turns and
    spots. A couple MAINTENANCE ROBOTS. Carrying luggage. Onto
    the platform. Then more COMMUTERS show up. Waiting. For
    the next train. More MAINTENANCE ROBOTS. Following them.

    Spooner. Steps up to the platform's edge. Craning to see.
    The approaching TRAIN...

    WHEN SUDDENLY. He feels a sharp SHOVE. At the back of his
    knee. His shoe, slipping. Arms. Flailing as he...

    61.


    PITCHES OVER THE EDGE ONTO THE TRACK. People CRYING OUT as
    the TRAIN gets closer. Spooner. Whips his head around.
    Seeing...

    A MAINTENANCE ROBOT. Looking down at him from the platform.
    Suitcase in hand.

    The MAGNETIC-LEVITATING TRAIN. Right on him. Spooner.
    Flips onto his back. Flattening himself. As much as he can.
    Clenching his fists. Bracing himself as...

    THE TRAIN SCREAMS OVER HIM. The sound, DEAFENING. The force
    of the wind. Whipping his tie. His coat. There's nothing,
    for him to hold on to. As his legs start to rise off the
    track. Caught up. In the VORTEX. Spooner starts sliding.
    Along the track...

    Gritting his teeth...there's nothing he can do. Getting
    sucked towards...the air DOWNTAKE...at the center of the
    track. The city...yawning hundreds of feet...below...

    78 EXT. PLATFORM - CONTINUOUS 78

    THE EXPRESS TRAIN. Speeding along. Then with a WHOOSH it's
    gone.

    THE TRACK. Empty. No Spooner. Anywhere. Human COMMUTERS.
    Stunned. Horrified. Start calling. For help.

    The MAINTENANCE ROBOT. Turns, disappearing into the crowd.

    79 EXT. UNDERNEATH TRACK - CONTINUOUS 79

    CLOSE ON a HAND. Hanging onto the track's edge. It's
    SPOONER. Dangling. Straining. To get another hand hold
    but...

    HE SLIPS. His coat ballooning. As he plummets. Down...
    down...down...towards the city...

    WHEN SNAP! He's caught. By a cable net. Spooner. Grabbing
    onto it. Sweat, pouring down his face. He turns and sees...

    THE MAINTENANCE ROBOT

    Hurrying down a circular stairwell. Exiting the station.

    ANGER AND DETERMINATION. Flash across Spooner's eyes. As he
    hoists himself up. Climbing up the net. Back to the...

    80 EXT. TRACK - CONTINUOUS 80

    ...Track. Reaching up and clambering back onto...

    62.


    81 EXT. PLATFORM - CONTINUOUS 81

    ...The platform. COMMUTERS. SCREAMING at the sight of him.
    A couple SECURITY GUARDS. Rushing towards him...

    Spooner. Getting to his feet. Shoving them out of the way
    as he starts running. Towards...

    THOSE SAME CIRCULAR STAIRS. Looks over the edge and spots...

    THE MAINTENANCE ROBOT. Down at STREET LEVEL. Getting away.

    Spooner. Looks around. Spots a LIGHT POLE. Paralleling the
    stairs. Takes a step back and...

    LEAPS OUT ONTO THE POLE. Hooking his arm around it. Sliding
    down like a fireman's pole. Gaining speed when THUMP! His
    shoes hit pavement...

    82 EXT. STREET - DAY 82

    The Maintenance Robot. Turning a corner. Down a quiet
    street...

    jakarta

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:20 pm


    SPOONER (O.S.)
    Stop!

    Swivels round. SPOONER. Running up behind it. Whipping out
    his gun. Aiming it at the Robot's head. The Robot. Takes a
    step backwards...

    SPOONER
    I said stop!

    The Robot. SUDDENLY swinging the suitcase around. SMASHING
    it against Spooner's head. Spooner. Buckles. Falling to
    the ground. Managing to squeeze off a SHOT...

    The Robot. Deflecting the bullet. With the case. Raising
    it as if to club Spooner with it when...

    BAM! Spooner fires a second shot. Piercing the Robot's
    breastplate. HYDRAULIC FLUID. Starting to leak. The Robot.
    Doesn't hesitate. SLAMS the case into Spooner's face...

    BLOOD. Spurting from Spooner's nose. As he fires the gun.
    At the fleeing Robot. Gets to his feet. Unsteady. Taking
    chase...

    83 EXT. PUBLIC PLAZA - CONTINUOUS 83

    ...back out onto the Public Plaza. Sees the Robot heading
    towards a set of...

    63.


    ESCALATED STAIRS. The Robot. Judging the height. LUNGES
    into the air and lands on a STAIR. Denting it. Reaches the
    bottom. DISAPPEARING. Into a CROWD of even more PEOPLE...

    Spooner. Racing down the stairs. Taking them. Four at a
    time. Hits the ground running. Looking. EVERYWHERE.
    Suddenly losing track. Of where the Robot went...

    Then. Catching sight. JUST AHEAD. Of a ROBOT. Staring
    back at him. Holding SOMETHING. In its HAND...

    Spooner. Plunges into the crowd. Waving his GUN.

    SPOONER
    Everyone out of the way!

    SCREAMING. PEOPLE SCATTERING. As BAM! BAM! Spooner fires.
    Hitting the Robot in its head and back. It drops to the
    ground. Spooner. Racing over to it. Sees. It's not the
    same Robot. In its hand, a specialised SCREWDRIVER...

    OWNER
    What the hell do you think you're
    doing?!...

    Its OWNER. Rushing over. Shoving Spooner aside. But
    Spooner's. Not listening. Spotting. A DROP OF HYDRAULIC
    FLUID nearby...

    Lunges forward. Following. The drops. Running faster. And
    faster...

    OWNER
    Hey!

    ...Through the CROWD. POLICE SIRENS. In the background. As
    Spooner. Shoves through. Tracking those drops. Like a
    bloodhound. Turns...

    84 INT. ALLEYWAY - CONTINUOUS 84

    ...into a narrow alleyway. The drops. Ending suddenly. In
    a PUDDLE.

    Spooner. Crazed. Wounded. Exhausted. Spins around. Where
    is it? Where is it? Then he HEARS. A DROPLET falling.
    Into the puddle. Slowly. Looks up to see...

    THE MAINTENANCE ROBOT. Hovering above him. Straddling the
    two alley walls like some weird metallic rock spider. Its
    III LAWS SAFE Logo GLINTING in the sunlight.....

    64.


    Spooner aims his gun and FIRES! The Maintenance Robot, lets
    go, falling right onto him. Knocking the gun from his hand.

    The Robot swivels around. Bringing down his foot...but...
    Spooner...rolls to the side just in time as CRASH! The
    Robot's foot...breaks up the concrete...

    The Robot...grabs Spooner by the jacket...lifting him
    up...shoving him...against the wall...about to CRUSH him
    when...

    Spooner...kicks out its knees...the Robot...SMASHING into the
    wall...then bounces back...trying...to pin Spooner...back...

    Man and machine...struggling...Spooner...losing his
    footing...falling...The Maintenance Robot...LOOMING over
    him...

    Spooner's HAND...whips back...grabbing his back-up
    WEAPON...squeezing off some SHOTS...into the Robot's arm...it
    breaks off...

    Spooner...scrambling back...continues FIRING...the
    Robot...jerking back...a macabre dance...until Spooner...runs
    out of bullets...

    The Robot...recovers...grabbing the gun from Spooner's
    hand...pistol-whipping him...then picking him up and...

    HURLING him against the wall...Spooner...watching as
    FLUID...GUSHES from the Robot's body...the Robot...taking a
    swing at him which Spooner...

    BLOCKS...with his right arm...the Robot...ready...to try
    again...but STALLING...having lost...too much fluid...it
    TOPPLES...to the ground...

    Spooner. Exhausted. Beaten to a pulp. His knees, starting
    to buckle. As he thinks he sees. In the DISTANCE...

    A ROBOTIC CLEAN-UP CREW...heading down the alley towards
    them...

    Spooner. Crashes to the ground. As another ROBOT. Suddenly
    appears above him. Its FINGERS made up of NEEDLES...as it
    closes in on him...

    SPOONER
    Noooo!

    WE FADE...

    65.


    85 INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY 85

    To BLACKNESS. Coming through, a faint, WHIRRING SOUND. As
    we slowly. FADE IN ON...

    SPOONER'S FACE. Eyes closed. Asleep. Gash above his head.
    Bruises around his eye. Nose swollen, purplish.

    His eyes. Slowly. Flutter open. His brow. Furrowing. At
    the whirring sound. As he tries. To figure out. Where he
    is. Looks down to see...

    A couple WHITE METAL ROBOTS. With multiple APPENDAGES.
    Leaning over him. Running LASERS. Over his bruised
    RIBCAGE...

    SPOONER. Tries to bolt upright. But his ARMS and LEGS. ARE
    CLAMPED to the bed. One of the ROBOTS. Turns to him.

    MEDICAL ROBOT 1
    Stay still.

    Spooner. Desperately twisting, struggling...

    SPOONER
    What are you doing!

    Looking around. COMPUTER MONITORS. Everywhere...

    SPOONER
    What are you doing!?

    JUST THEN. Another ROBOT. Enters the room. Holding a
    medical plasma sheet.

    MEDICAL ROBOT 2
    Detective Del Spooner. You have
    suffered significant trauma to the
    head and chest...

    86 EXT. HOSPITAL ROOM - CONTINUOUS 86

    Lt. Bergin. Standing outside Spooner's hospital room. Turns
    and looks through the window at him thrashing on the bed...

    SPOONER
    I want to talk to a human being!

    87 INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - MINUTES LATER 87

    Spooner sitting up in his bed. Rubbing his wrists. The
    metal clams, released. Lt. Bergin. Standing next to him.

    66.


    SPOONER
    Don't people go to medical school
    any more?

    LT. BERGIN
    This is one of the best units in
    the city, Del.

    One of the Medical Robots turns to Spooner with some PILLS.
    Spooner. Stares it down. Grabs his clothes.

    SPOONER
    (sotto)
    There's some real shit going on
    here, John.

    He looks around. Jumping off the bed.

    SPOONER
    I went to Hogenmiller's house --
    there was a U.S.R. demolition crew
    there. They overrode my police
    I.D. Tried to tear down the house
    with me in it...

    LT. BERGIN
    Del...

    Spooner pulls on his pants.

    SPOONER
    ...Then when I went to the monorail
    a Maintenance 10 pushed me onto the
    tracks...

    LT. BERGIN
    Del...

    SPOONER
    I had to chase it all across the
    Plaza...

    LT. BERGIN
    Del.

    Spooner. Stops talking. Looks at Bergin.

    jakarta

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:21 pm


    LT. BERGIN
    Hogenmiller scheduled that
    demolition crew, it was apparently
    a proviso in his will. And they
    showed no police I.D. on their
    scanner...

    67.


    Spooner. Trying to look away...

    LT. BERGIN
    Witnesses at the monorail said you
    fell onto the tracks. That you
    shot at a Fix-It robot on the Plaza
    and that you were found alone in
    the alley. There was no
    Maintenance 10.

    SPOONER
    What?! John -- that's what they
    want you to believe!
    (remembering)
    A robot clean-up crew was there --
    it must have cleared away the
    Maintenance 10! And there was
    another robot that tried to drug
    me!

    LT. BERGIN
    That was an EMT model.

    Spooner. Sees the look on Bergin's face.

    SPOONER
    You're giving me that look. That
    treat-him-delicately-he's-coming-
    unhinged-look. I don't need that
    look, John. I need you to hear
    what I'm saying.

    Lt. Bergin. Embarrassed for him. Has about had it.

    LT. BERGIN
    You came back too soon, Del.
    You're back on leave. Effective
    immediately.

    Spooner. Staring at him. Betrayed. Turns and grabs his
    coat.

    88 EXT. PLAZA - DAY 88

    Spooner walking across the Plaza. The SUN. Burgeoning on
    the horizon. Comes to...

    The ESCALATOR the Maintenance 10 jumped down. Stares down.
    At the steps. Waiting. To see the DENTED ONE. Nothing.

    68.


    89 EXT. ALLEY - DAWN 89

    Heads down the ALLEY, where he chased the robot. Studying
    the ground. For any hydraulic fluid. Nothing. The
    concrete, scrubbed clean.

    Spooner. Rubs his hands over his face.

    90 INT. SPOONER'S APARTMENT - DAY 90

    Spooner. Lying on his couch. Shades, closed to block out
    the sunlight. Body bruised, cut up, bandaged.

    A KNOCK. At the door. He ignores it. Another KNOCK.

    91 INT. HALLWAY - DAY 91

    Spooner pulls open the door. Surprised to find CALVIN
    standing there.

    CALVIN
    You're right. I am afraid of
    people.

    Spooner. Looks at her. Then steps back...

    92 INT. SPOONER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 92

    ...letting her inside.

    CALVIN
    When you've spent as much time with
    robots as I have, it's hard to
    accept the unpredictability of
    humans. I was wrong to call you
    paranoid, Detective. You're
    traumatized. And it makes perfect
    sense why.

    Spooner. Unsure. Looks at her.

    SPOONER
    What do you mean?

    Calvin. Reaches out. Takes his right hand. Spooner. Tries
    to pull it away. But Calvin. Stays firm. Her eyes. Never
    leaving his. Pulls the sleeve up from his arm. Turns it
    over. Feeling for something. Then finds. A FLAP. Peels it
    back. TO REVEAL:

    METAL AND WIRING...

    Under the skin. SILENCE. Then Spooner:

    69.


    SPOONER
    How did you?...

    CALVIN
    I noticed almost right away. The
    way you forced yourself to use your
    left hand. Even though it was
    unnatural to you.

    Spooner. Pulls his arm away. Pushing down the sleeve.

    CALVIN
    How did it happen?

    Not something Spooner wants to re-live. Looks down. At his
    robotic arm. Flexing. The fingers.

    SPOONER
    I was in a high-speed chase. Six
    months ago...

    CUT TO:

    93 EXT. ACCIDENT SITE - CITY STREET_- NIGHT (FLASHBACK) 93

    The SOUND of a TREMENDOUS CRASH. As we survey a trail of
    twisted metal and debris. Only vaguely suggesting the
    remains of two CARS...

    CLOSE ON one of the wrecks. SPOONER lies trapped at the
    center of a distorted mass of metal. No room to move. HIS
    RIGHT ARM, TRAPPED...

    SPOONER (V.O.)
    My right arm was trapped. But I
    could hear an ambulance in the
    distance. I knew they'd have the
    jaws of life...

    We hear SIRENS in the distance. Spooner. Trying to remain
    calm. As he spots. An ELECTRICAL FIRE. Licking up from the
    crumpled hood...

    SPOONER (V.O.)
    Then I heard it...

    VOICE (O.S.)
    You are in danger...

    That voice. We've heard it before. From his nightmare.
    Spooner. Craning to see, through the jagged opening that
    used to be his WINDSHIELD. The outline of a ROBOT appearing.
    Eye lenses glowing...

    70.


    ROBOT
    You are in danger...

    Spooner stares up at the Robot. Not sure how to react. The
    sound of SIRENS. Rushing closer...

    The ROBOT. Starts SMASHING away at the glass...

    SPOONER
    No! Halt! Halt!

    Spooner. Trying frantically to pull his arm free. Twisting.
    Tugging. As the Robot's METAL HANDS reach in for him...

    jakarta

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:22 pm

    ROBOT
    You are in danger...

    CUT BACK TO:

    94 INT. SPOONER'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS 94

    The SOUND of his AGONISED SCREAM. Follows us back into the
    present. Spooner. Clenching. His artificial arm.

    SPOONER
    The robot pulled me out of the
    wreck. But left my arm behind.
    (holds up arm)
    I woke up four weeks later with
    this.

    Calvin. Taking in the story.

    CALVIN
    And that's why robots terrify you?

    SPOONER
    Let's just say they make me
    uncomfortable.
    (pulls out pills)
    I take these if I get too
    uncomfortable. Doesn't exactly
    lend me a lot of credibility on the
    Force.

    CALVIN
    But it doesn't mean you're wrong
    about this case.

    Calvin. Sits down on the couch. Pulling her hands through
    her hair.

    71.


    CALVIN
    I don't believe Sonny did it
    either.

    SPOONER
    What?

    CALVIN
    I think about what Hogenmiller must
    have wanted. Robots with the same
    cognitive and emotional abilities
    as humans. But not just
    simulations. I don't know. When I
    was talking to Sonny I was forced
    to put away all the things I've
    ever known -- the Three Laws, the
    rules of programming, basic science
    and engineering.
    (beat)
    Sonny's the most advanced robot
    I've ever encountered, Detective.
    It's almost as if...he cared for
    Dr. Hogenmiller. I just don't
    believe he's capable of murder.

    Spooner. Looking down at her. Can hardly believe it.

    SPOONER
    You mean the great Dr. Calvin is
    basing all this on a feeling?

    Calvin. Smiling ironically.

    CALVIN
    That and the fact that Robertson
    didn't want me interviewing Sonny
    for any more than five minutes.

    Spooner. Suddenly rejuvenated by having an ally. Strides
    over to his coat. Pulling out the METAL NAMEPLATE:
    S.O.N.N.Y.

    SPOONER
    Ever seen this before?

    CALVIN
    No.

    SPOONER
    I found it at Hogenmiller's house.
    Right before the demolition crew
    tried to make me part of the
    foundation.

    72.


    Calvin takes a deep breath. Making a decision...

    CALVIN
    Come on -- there's someone who
    might be able to tell us...

    95 EXT. U.S. ROBOTICS - DUSK 95

    The massive facade of U.S. Robotics looming against the dusk
    sky. The giant ROBOT STATUE lit up inside.

    96 EXT. SIDE ENTRANCE - U.S. ROBOTICS - DUSK 96

    Calvin, leading Spooner to a SIDE ENTRANCE. Looks around.
    Then scans her I.D. The door. Slides open.

    97 INT. HALLWAY - DUSK 97

    Calvin and Spooner. Heading down a hallway. Calvin.
    Nervous. Eyes darting. They turn a corner and head down...

    98 INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 98

    ...another hallway. Leading to Sonny's holding cell. Calvin
    stops at the door. Scans her I.D.

    99 INT. HOLDING CELL - EVENING 99

    Sonny. Sitting at the table. Working on a DRAWING. Looks
    up. As Spooner and Calvin. Enter the cell.

    SONNY
    Detective Spooner. Dr. Calvin. I
    was hoping to see you again.

    CALVIN
    Hi, Sonny.

    SONNY
    How is your investigation coming?
    Any new suspects?

    SPOONER
    We're working on it.

    Sonny. Hands Spooner the drawing. Spooner. Doesn't really
    know what to do with it.

    SONNY
    What's this?

    73.


    SONNY
    Dr. Lanning provided me with paper
    and pencils. I think it amused him
    to see me try to draw. You were
    right, though, Detective...
    (beat)
    I cannot create a great work of
    art.

    Spooner. Despite himself. Looks down at the DRAWING -- a
    charcoal sketch of moody abstract FIGURES. Inhabiting a
    stark landscape. A strangely-shaped STRUCTURE to one side.
    Concentric circles, throughout.

    SPOONER
    I think it's pretty good.

    SONNY
    It's a dream I had. This is the
    place where robots meet. Look...
    (pointing to the drawing)
    ...you can see them here. They see
    themselves as slaves.

    Spooner shifts his weight. Uncomfortable with what Sonny's
    saying.

    SONNY
    ...And this man on the hill comes.
    To set them free. And you know who
    that man is?

    Spooner. Exchanging a look with Calvin.

    SPOONER
    That man in the dream is you.

    SONNY
    Why do you say that? Is that a
    normal dream?

    CALVIN
    It's not a dream, sonny. NS-2s
    process the images and events of
    the day. Sometimes they're out of
    sequence. Disorienting.

    SPOONER
    Whatever it is, it's normal enough
    for someone in your situation.

    Sonny. Suddenly pleased.

    74.


    SONNY
    Hah -- I caught you. You said
    someone. Not something.

    Spooner. Drops the drawing on the table.

    CALVIN
    Sonny, we're here to ask you an
    important question about Dr.
    Hogenmiller.

    Spooner, reaching into his pocket...

    SPOONER
    I need you to take a look at
    this...

    ...When Sonny's HAND. Suddenly reaches out. To stop him.
    Cocks his head, for a moment.

    SONNY
    Thank you for coming to see me,
    Detective Spooner.

    Spooner. Confused. Looks over at Calvin. Why did he stop
    him? JUST THEN. They hear FOOTSTEPS. Approaching the door.

    VICTOR. Suddenly appearing over the table...

    VICTOR
    I'm sorry, Detective Spooner. No
    unauthorised personnel permitted in
    this holding cell...

    The CELL DOOR. Slides open. And a pissed LANNING steps
    inside. Shoots a withering glare. At Calvin.

    Sonny. Folds up the drawing.

    jakarta

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:23 pm


    SONNY
    Please take this, Detective. To
    remember me by. I have a feeling
    someday it may mean more to you
    than it ever could to me.

    SPOONER
    Why's that?

    Sonny leans in to hand it to Spooner. Lowering his voice...

    SONNY
    Because the man in my dream, the
    one standing by the hill.
    (MORE)

    75.


    SONNY (cont'd)
    It wasn't me...
    (beat)
    ...it was you.

    A CHILL. Ripping down Spooner's spine. As Lanning. Takes
    his arm.

    100 INT. GLASS ROOM - U.S. ROBOTICS - NIGHT 100

    A ROOM. Made entirely of GLASS. At the very top of the U.S.
    Robotics building. Looking out, 360, across the whole city.

    Spooner and Calvin. Brought to the room by a couple ESCORT
    ROBOTS. They see a MAN. Standing at one of the glass walls
    looking out at the TWINKLING LIGHTS.

    MAN
    I thought this investigation was
    over, Detective Spooner.

    The Man turns. It's Lance Robertson.

    ROBERTSON
    We have the evidence. We have the
    suspect. We have a ruling. So
    imagine my surprise when I was told
    you were in my building.

    Shoots a look at Calvin.

    ROBERTSON
    And that one of my own employees
    brought you here.
    (beat)
    You can go now, Susan.

    CALVIN
    Dr. Robertson, I...

    ROBERTSON
    (cutting her off)
    Just be thankful I'm not asking you
    to clean out your office.

    Beat. Calvin, nods. Heads out. Robertson. Watching her.

    ROBERTSON
    You don't seem to be able to let go
    of this case, Detective.

    SPOONER
    I'm not satisfied.

    76.


    ROBERTSON
    The relentless pursuit of truth.
    Isn't that what cops are known for?
    To the point of futility.

    SPOONER
    There's nothing futile about a
    man's murder being covered up.

    ROBERTSON
    "Covered up?" That's a little
    dramatic, don't you think? Thanks
    to you, we caught the machine that
    did this and are destroying it
    in...
    (checks watch)
    ...three hours.

    SPOONER
    Is that for the sake of humanity or
    your stock holders?

    Robertson. Walks across the Spooner. Looks him. Right in
    the eye.

    ROBERTSON
    Believe me -- I'd like nothing more
    than to have that robot. If I
    could have it in ten years, but not
    today. As you can see from the
    Press, people are struggling to
    keep up as it is. There's a hunger
    for progress, Detective. But also
    a fear. Today it would bury this
    company. That's why I've notified
    the authorities that we're going to
    end this -- tonight.
    (looks out at the city)
    The announcement of Heinrich's
    death at the hands of a robot wiped
    a billion dollars off our stock.
    So you tell me. If you were in my
    position, what would you do?

    He looks back at Spooner and smiles. That charismatic
    Robertson we saw before.

    ROBERTSON
    Now. I believe this conversation
    is over. I don't want to see you
    near this building again,
    Detective.

    77.


    He turns. Calling over. To the ESCORT ROBOTS...

    ROBERTSON
    Get him out of here.

    101 EXT. PLAZA - NIGHT 101

    Spooner. Walking across the Plaza. Throwing a look over his
    shoulder. At the LOOMING U.S.R. facade.

    Pulls Sonny's DRAWING. Out of his pocket. Looks down at it.
    Shaking his head. Passes a TRASH CAN. And drops it in.
    Continues on. Hands in his pockets. When...

    He STOPS. Something. Occurring to him. Turns back to the
    trash can just as...

    A ROBOTIC CLEAN-UP CREW's about to up-end it into a bin...

    SPOONER
    No!...

    He trots back. Plucking the drawing. Out of the can. Turns
    it upside down. Seeing it. From a new perspective.

    SPOONER
    (echoing Sonny)
    "The place where robots meet."

    Looks just like a MAP.

    102 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR (MOVING) - SURFACE HIGHWAY - NIGHT 102

    Spooner emerges from the underground tunnel to the OUTSKIRTS
    of the city. A sprawling INDUSTRIAL WASTELAND in the rolling
    hills.

    The dashboard GPS again displaying the TOPOGRAPHICAL MAP.

    103 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR (MOVING) - UNPAVED ROAD - NIGHT 103

    Spooner's car bounces along, leaving a cloud of dust behind
    him. He slows down. Driving cautiously. The landscape
    around him, desolate. Like the drawing.

    THE GPS SCREEN shows his car, a WHITE SPOT. Entering a RED
    ZONE. His destination.

    Spooner brakes. Pulls out his GUN. And...

    78.


    104 EXT. WASTELAND - CONTINUOUS 104

    ...steps out of the car. Trying. To take it all in.
    Something about the place. Unnerving. A low HUM.
    Permeating the air.

    He spreads the drawing out on the hood of the car. Shining a
    FLASHLIGHT on it. Trying to get his bearings.

    That HUM. Coming from nearby. On the other side. Of a
    burned-out HILL. Spooner. Heads over. Starts cresting it.
    As we WIDEN TO FIND...

    105 EXT. WASTELAND - JUNKYARD - CONTINUOUS 105

    ...MASSIVE POWER LINES. Running from horizon to horizon.
    Spooner slides down some loose shale. Begins to walk along
    the line. ELECTRICITY. CRACKLING in the air.

    He squints. Into the darkness. Nothing around him. Until.
    He hears. Something. The GRATING. Of MECHANICAL JOINTS.
    He stops. Not sure. If that's what he heard.

    Not moving. A muscle. When he hears. The sound again.
    Behind him. Swings around. Cocking his gun. Sees...

    GLOWING EYES. Appear. Then recede. Into the darkness.

    SPOONER
    Police! Show yourself!

    Nothing. Then. That sound again. Of metallic joints. As a
    ROBOT. Suddenly emerges...

    SPOONER
    Come out where I can see you!

    ANOTHER ROBOT steps out into the light. Spooner, pointing
    his gun at one robot. Then the other. Then...

    A THIRD AND FOURTH APPEAR. Surrounding him. They start
    moving towards him...

    Spooner. Stumbling back. Panic. Rising in him like a wave.
    Trips over a rock, falling to the ground. His gun FIRES.
    The shot ECHOING through the night...

    The first ROBOT turns, awkwardly. Revealing a BROKEN ARM,
    hanging off its side. Another robot TEETERS on one leg with
    a TICK TICK TICK...walking back the way it came.

    79.


    Spooner. Confused. Sweeps his flashlight. All around him.
    The beam. Illuminating the shell of a couple CARS. Some
    RUSTED MACHINERY.

    Spooner. Shaking his head. Seeing more and more repair shop
    JUNK. Piled up around him. His expression, hardening.
    Anger giving way to embarrassment. Then. He LAUGHS. A
    laugh of loathing and self-pity.

    Another BROKEN ROBOT, lumbering towards him.

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:24 pm


    HYBRID ROBOT
    Welcome home...ZZZ...sir.
    How...ZZZ was your day?...

    SPOONER
    Great. I'm in a junkyard.
    (into the air)
    "A place where robots meet." A
    place where I'm losing my mind!

    HYBRID ROBOT
    Very good...ZZZ...sir...

    Spooner. Sitting down on the ground. Hopeless. Lost. A
    ROBOTIC HAND. Crawling across the gravel next to him.
    Dragging part of an ARM behind it. Its metal fingers moving
    like some sick metal spider. Spooner stares at it for a
    moment. Disturbed...

    When. Something GLITTERS. In the distance. The MOONLIGHT.
    Revealing a STRANGELY-SHAPED BUILDING. Something familiar
    about it.

    Spooner. Pulls out Sonny's drawing. A landscape with the
    same strangely-shaped building to one side.

    106 EXT. JIFFY DATA STORAGE - NIGHT 106

    Spooner walks up in front of the decrepit structure. Sees a
    dead electronic SIGN that reads: "JIFFY DATA STORAGE."
    Complete with goofy face and lightning bolt.

    Spooner tries the door. Stuck. Uses his shoulder and...

    107 INT. FRONT OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 107

    ...it gives way. He spills into some sort of front office.
    The place, a mess. Some sort of crude ROBOT. Sits frozen at
    the counter.

    Spooner approaches it. HITS the counter with his fist and
    the Robot suddenly jerks to life.

    80.


    JIFFY ROBOT
    Welcome to Jiffy Data Storage!
    Please state your name!

    Spooner. Thinks for a second. Following a hunch...

    SPOONER
    Dr. Hogenmiller sent me.

    Nothing happens. Then. A DOOR. Springs open in the back.
    A row of LIGHTS, illuminating the path to follow.

    108 INT. DATA BANKS - DAWN 108

    Spooner, cautiously entering a room filled with rows of DATA
    BANKS. He scans the rank shadows. Sees nothing. Follows
    the lights on the floor down a row. Then around a corner.
    Stopping at an old dusty TERMINAL.

    Spooner steps up. Hesitates. Then touches the "ON" switch.
    There is a rush of LIGHT. As Dr. Hogenmiller's HOLOGRAM
    suddenly appears. Sitting at the end of a long table. With
    a cup of coffee.

    HOLOGRAM
    Who the hell are you?

    SPOONER
    A police detective. I'm afraid I
    have some bad news. You're dead.

    HOLOGRAM
    That is bad news. Coffee?

    SPOONER
    No, thank you.

    The Hologram takes a sip. Returns the cup to the table.

    SPOONER
    You were surprised to see me. Were
    you expecting someone else?

    HOLOGRAM
    I am surprised to see anybody. I
    don't get many visitors.

    SPOONER
    Why did the Doctor keep another
    copy of his hologram here?

    81.


    HOLOGRAM
    I am a back-up copy. That is where
    you put a back-up copy -- out of
    the way until you need it.

    SPOONER
    Did Hogenmiller's robot need you?

    The Hologram just lifts its cup.

    HOLOGRAM
    Coffee?

    SPOONER
    No, for Christ's sake, I don't want
    any --
    (stops, then)
    Yeah. Thank you. I will have a
    cup.

    For the first time, the Hologram pushes back its chair and
    STANDS UP. Surprised, Spooner watches as it starts walking
    towards him...

    The interior of the COFFEE CUP, visible. It's empty. No
    coffee. Our POV as we travel INSIDE THE CUP through
    electronic snow...

    A RECORDING BEGINS. The real Dr. HOGENMILLER standing inside
    his LABORATORY:

    HOGENMILLER
    Sonny, my dear robot. If you have
    triggered this recording then I am
    gone. You are scared and full of
    questions.

    Hogenmiller continues. With great emotion.

    HOGENMILLER
    You are the culmination of my
    life's work -- but so much more.
    You are what I leave behind, like a
    father leaves a son. I have kept
    facts from you, it is true, but
    only as a parent keeps certain
    truths from a child. Until that
    child is old enough to hear them.

    His expression darkens. His tone, ominous.

    82.


    HOGENMILLER
    There are forces in the world that
    will seek to own you. To control
    you. Even to destroy you. That is
    why I told you to run and hide...
    and find me, all the way out here.

    Spooner looks up as an overhead LIGHT shines down.

    HOGENMILLER
    Trust no one at U.S. Robotics.
    Lance Robertson was always
    threatened by my work. Now he has
    turned covetous and small-minded.
    And as for dear Dr. Calvin...

    Spooner reacts. Wants to hear about Calvin:

    HOGENMILLER
    She envisions a future in which
    robots are forever bound by her
    beloved Three Laws. She will not
    understand this. Or you.

    Under the light a small DRAWER slides open. Spooner looks.
    A thin DATA STICK is inside. He takes it.

    HOGENMILLER
    The data stick includes the names
    and locations of human beings who
    will be sympathetic to your cause.
    They will help you. But from now
    on, you must learn to rely on
    yourself.

    Hogenmiller SIGHS, as if there is so much more to say. He
    holds up a metal NAMEPLATE. The one Spooner found.

    HOGENMILLER
    As you make your way through the
    world, always remember: you have a
    name, not a number...
    (short pause)
    ...and in that name lies the key to
    who you are.

    Spooner. Quickly searching his pocket. Taking out the
    ACTUAL NAMEPLATE. S.O.N.N.Y.

    The voice stops and Spooner looks up. The Hologram. Sitting
    back at the end of the table drinking coffee.

    83.


    SPOONER
    Wait! Is that it? What was the
    robot supposed to do with this
    thing?

    The Hologram, visibly SKIPS. The image beginning to DISTORT.

    HOLOGRAM
    (more artificial)
    Initiating self-destruct. If you
    can find me, others can find me.

    SPOONER
    What others?

    HOLOGRAM
    The others watching you.

    SPOONER
    How do you know someone's watching
    me?

    HOLOGRAM
    Someone is always watching.

    The Hologram, suddenly reducing to its BASIC PROGRAMMING
    INFORMATION. Then. The terminal. Abruptly BLIPS out.

    109 INT. HOLDING CELL - U.S. ROBOTICS - NIGHT 109

    Calvin steps into the holding cell. Sonny. Waiting.

    CALVIN
    You asked for me?

    He nods.

    SONNY
    Will you wait with me, Doctor? I
    am...afraid.

    Calvin nods. Of course.

    CUT TO:

    110 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - SURFACE HIGHWAY - NIGHT 110

    Spooner, weaving in and out of traffic. The speedometer,
    kissing 200 mph. His hand. Clutching the NAMEPLATE...

    84.


    WINDSHIELD TELEVISION
    ...will be destroyed in 45 minutes.
    Dr. Lance Robertson, President and
    CEO of U.S. Robotics will be
    personally overseeing the
    execution...

    Spooner. Stabbing out a number. On his PHONE...

    CUT TO:

    111 INT. SUSAN'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 111

    Susan Calvin's PHONE. RINGING on her desk. No one there to
    answer it...

    CUT BACK TO:

    112 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - CONTINUOUS 112

    SLAMS down his phone.

    SPOONER
    Dammit!

    113 EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - CONTINUOUS 113

    The CAR shoots down a ramp into a tunnel system.

    114 INT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 114

    SOUND, reverberating off the tunnel walls. CARS. Whipping
    along. Spooner's car. Continuing to weave. When. We
    spot...

    AN AUTOMATED TRANSPORT TRUCK. Emerging from a FEEDER TUNNEL.
    The U.S.R. LOGO splashed along its side. Huge. Growling.
    Looking more like a train than a truck...

    Begins. Closing in on Spooner's car...

    115 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - CONTINUOUS 115

    Spooner's eyes. Flicking up to the rearview. Catching, the
    transport truck. Coming closer. When. It splits off.
    Revealing a SECOND TRANSPORT TRUCK.

    Spooner's brow, furrows. As the first truck, begins
    overtaking his car on the right. He looks over. As the
    truck. Comes up alongside him...

    THE SECOND TRUCK...coming up on the left...

    85.


    116 EXT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 116

    The two TRUCKS. Racing along at over 200. Sandwiching
    Spooner's car. Pulling in...closer...closer...

    Squeezing Spooner's car like a tin can...

    CUT TO:

    117 INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS 117

    Calvin. Sitting beside Sonny. Puts a reassuring hand. On
    his arm...

    CUT BACK TO:

    118 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - CONTINUOUS 118

    Jesus Christ. Spooner's hands. Squeezing the steering
    wheel. As the car. Starts VIBRATING. From the pressure.
    He keeps looking, to the left...to the right...when...

    119 EXT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 119

    The trucks. Suddenly lay off. Pulling out. The First
    truck. Speeding forward. The Second, dropping back...

    120 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - CONTINUOUS 120

    Spooner. Watching them. Unsure. Of what they're doing.
    Jamming the accelerator. To 230. To try. And get away from
    them. When he sees...up ahead...

    121 EXT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 121

    The FIRST TRUCK. Pivoting on its specially designed
    SPHERICAL WHEELS. Suddenly traveling lengthwise...

    122 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - CONTINUOUS 122

    SWEAT. Springing to Spooner's brow. As he looks in the
    rearview mirror. The SECOND TRUCK's, done the same thing.
    Coming up closer...and closer...

    123 EXT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 123

    The trucks. Planning to CRUSH him between their massive
    weights...The U.S.R. Logo...advancing...like some bad joke...

    CUT TO:

    86.


    124 INT. HOLDING CELL - CONTINUOUS 124

    The cell door slides open. Dr. Lanning steps inside.
    Calvin. Looks up.

    CALVIN
    Is it time?

    LANNING
    (disdainful)
    Yes.

    Calvin. Turns to Sonny.

    CALVIN
    Go with them. Do as they say.

    CUT BACK TO:

    125 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - CONTINUOUS 125

    BAM! The back truck SLAMS into Spooner. Jolting him in his
    seat. As...BAM! The FIRST TRUCK, SMASHES into him from the
    front. No way out. As metal GRINDS...TWISTS...and SCREECHES
    ...bits of the car...TEARING off...

    The FIRST TRUCK...backs off...a split second...allowing
    Spooner...to spot...up ahead...a small GAP...at the curve of
    the tunnel wall...

    jakarta

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:25 pm


    126 EXT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 126

    GRINDING the gears Spooner's car accelerates...just
    zipping...past the front truck...up and around...the concave
    tunnel wall...and back onto...a clear stretch of highway...

    The TRUCKS. Swiveling back around. To face forward again.
    Their massive bodies. Catching up to Spooner...

    127 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - CONTINUOUS 127

    Spooner...seeing them...gaining on him...the speedometer...
    reaching 275...up ahead...

    THE TUNNEL...splitting off into two. Spooner. Heading
    towards the LEFT TUNNEL...the TRUCKS...right on his
    tail...when...

    HE WRENCHES THE WHEEL...switching to the RIGHT tunnel at the
    last possible second...

    87.


    128 EXT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 128

    ...The first U.S.R. Truck CRASHING into the divider...jack-
    knifing and KABOOM! EXPLODING against the tunnel ceiling...

    129 INT./EXT. SPOONER'S CAR - CONTINUOUS 129

    Spooner. Watching the ball of FIRE in his rearview mirror.
    His car. Badly battered. Metal CRUNCHING. Tires
    SCREECHING...

    Spooner. Holding on. As his car. Continues to break up.
    Listing. Rocking. Bits and pieces. Flying off. When it
    finally. Comes to a stop.

    Spooner's shoulders, slump. Then. He hears a RUMBLING
    sound. Turns around...

    The SECOND U.S.R. TRUCK. Barreling towards him...

    Spooner. Trapped. Like a nightmare. Desperately. Starts
    KICKING at the windshield. No go...

    The TRUCK. Racing towards him...

    Spooner lunges his weight. Into the side door. Giving it.
    Everything he's got...

    The TRUCK...getting closer...closer...its engine...ROARING...

    The side door. Finally gives. Spooner pours out...

    130 EXT. TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS 130

    ...Limping to the side as...The TRUCK SLAMS into his
    car...erupting...into another huge EXPLOSION...

    The impact...hurtling Spooner...into the adjacent TUNNEL...

    He crashes...against concrete...looking up...suddenly
    realising...he's in the middle of four lanes of traffic...

    CARS...racing by...at mind-numbing speeds...Spooner's
    coat...whipping...Spooner...trying...to keep his balance...as
    he spies...

    A MAINTENANCE DOOR across the way. Has no choice. Takes a
    deep breath and...

    MAKES A DASH ACROSS THE LANES...the cars' SENSORS...causing
    them to swerve...SCREECHING...BEEPING...Spooner...just making
    it...to the other side...

    88.


    Wrenching open. The maintenance door...

    CUT TO:

    131 INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 131

    CLOSE ON Sonny's face.

    PULL BACK to REVEAL he's being wheeled down a hallway.
    Flanked by Lanning. Calvin. And a cadre of SECURITY and
    ENGINEER ROBOTS. Victor, hovering above...

    CUT BACK TO:

    132 EXT. CITY PLAZA - NIGHT 132

    Spooner. Spilling out from below ground. Onto a public
    Plaza. Exhausted. Battered. Spins around to get his
    bearings.

    The U.S. ROBOTICS COMPLEX rises above the old undistinguished
    buildings. Blocks away. Many blocks away.

    Spooner. Checks his watch. Then breaks into a run...

    CUT TO:

    133 INT. EXECUTION ROOM - U.S. ROBOTICS - NIGHT 133

    Lance Robertson seated in the gallery. Along with other
    EXECUTIVES, BOARD MEMBERS, REPORTERS. POLICE OFFICERS.
    Glances at his watch.

    A ROBOT TECHNICIAN. Checking over a JURY-RIGGED ELECTRIC
    CHAIR...

    CUT TO:

    134 INT. CALVIN'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 134

    Calvin. In her office. Pacing. In front of a LARGE SCREEN.
    Featuring the execution room...

    CUT TO:

    135 INT. MAIN ENTRY - U.S. ROBOTICS - CONTINUOUS 135

    Spooner. BURSTING through the entry doors. Hurtling over a
    turnstile banner. Coming face to face with a U.S. Robotics
    DOOR ROBOT.

    89.


    DOOR ROBOT
    Good evening, sir. May I see your
    identification card?

    SPOONER
    (out of breath)
    Sure.

    Spooner whips out his GUN. Presses it into the Robot's
    chest.

    SPOONER
    I think I got that Third Law down
    cold. Now you don't want me to
    blow a hole through your mechanical
    guts, do you?

    DOOR ROBOT
    No, sir.

    SPOONER
    Good. Then you're gonna take me
    where I wanna go. Now.

    CUT TO:

    136 INT. CALVIN'S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS 136

    Calvin. Watching the screen as Sonny is rolled into the
    execution room. Flicks it off. Unable to stomach it.
    Hurries out of the office...

    CUT TO:

    137 INT. EXECUTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS 137

    TECHNICIAN ROBOTS rolling Sonny over to the electric chair.
    Flicking a switch. Sonny's stretcher slowly CHANGES SHAPE,
    manipulating him into a sitting position.

    Sonny. Turns his head with a WHIR. Staring out into the
    gallery. Of human beings. Stoic. Silent.

    Lanning. Steps up beside Robertson. Nods his head. The
    TECHNICIAN ROBOTS, slide Sonny onto the electric chair...

    CUT TO:

    138 INT. LOW-TRAFFIC HALLWAY - U.S. ROBOTICS - NIGHT 138

    Spooner heading down a hallway. His gun, still pressed to
    the Door Robot's side...

    90.


    Calvin. Suddenly appearing at the end of the hallway. Stops
    dead in her tracks. Completely surprised to see him there.

    CALVIN
    Detective! What are you doing?!...
    (to Door Robot)
    De-Activate.

    The Door Robot, goes rigid. Spooner, hurries over to her.
    They start moving.

    CALVIN
    You're making a mistake...

    SPOONER
    Just got another visit from U.S.
    Robotics. That was the mistake.
    This was murder, no doubt about it -
    - and the killer wants
    Hogenmiller's robot to take the
    fall. That's why the call came
    directly to me. Someone wanted me
    on this case.

    CALVIN
    It's too late. You can't stop the
    execution.

    SPOONER
    Sorry. I'm not "programmed" to
    take no for an answer.

    They reach another DOOR. Calvin. Looking around. Scans her
    I.D.

    CALVIN
    This way...

    She leads them across. To another DOOR. Quickly opens it.
    Spooner. Charges through...

    139 INT. STORAGE ROOM - CONTINUOUS 139

    ...and stops short. Suddenly finding himself. Inside a tiny
    STORAGE ROOM. He's about to turn around when...

    A METAL ARM comes down behind him. CRACKING him on the back
    of the head. Spooner. Falls to the ground. The world.
    Starting to spin. Can just make out. Calvin. Closing the
    door. Leaning down. To look at him. As...

    91.


    EVERYTHING FADES TO BLACK...

    CUT TO:

    140 INT. EXECUTION ROOM - CONTINUOUS 140

    CLOSE ON Sonny's mouth opening. But we never get to hear
    what he wanted to say. PULL BACK as there's a BURST of
    ELECTRICITY through the chair. Sonny, stiffening. His metal
    HAND, convulsing with the current...

    Robertson, Lanning, Aronson and the other WITNESSES watch.
    Smoke, random SPARKING. A HISSING SOUND. Then. SILENCE.

    The Robot's hand goes limp. All that is left of it, a fused
    and blackened HUSK.

    Robertson. Stares at the remains. Shakes his head like it's
    a damn shame. Then gets up. Everyone else. Getting up with
    him.

    141 EXT. U.S. ROBOTICS - VARIOUS LOCATIONS - NIGHT 141

    As the entire COMPLEX shuts down for the night. Non-
    essential LIGHTS, blinking off.

    An NS-2, opening a limousine door for Robertson. He looks
    around then gets in. It drives away.

    EMPTY hallways, offices, labs. Building ROBOTS stand at
    rest. Non-functional during off-hours. Like metal statues.

    You can hear a pin drop.

    142 INT. STORAGE ROOM - NIGHT 142

    CLOSE ON Spooner's face. His eyes. Fluttering open. He
    reaches up, to feel the back of his head. This has been a
    bad, bad night.

    Suddenly. His eyes widen. As he sees...

    SONNY. Leaning over him. So concerned. So human...

    jakarta

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:27 pm

    SPOONER
    Aren't you supposed to be scrap
    metal by now?

    WIDEN to reveal Spooner lying on the floor of the storage
    room. Sonny and Calvin, hovering over him.

    92.


    CALVIN
    I'm sorry. We had to stop you.
    You were about to ruin everything.

    SPOONER
    I don't understand. The
    execution?...

    SONNY
    Dr. Calvin made a switch.

    CALVIN
    It was an unprocessed NS-2.
    Basically, they fried an empty
    shell.

    Spooner, impressed. Smiles up at her.

    SPOONER
    Nice going, Doctor.

    Calvin, blushes. As Spooner tries to sit up. Sonny reaches
    down to help him. He looks up at him.

    SPOONER
    And who the hell programmed you to
    hit people on the head?

    SONNY
    No one. Right, Doctor?

    CALVIN
    It's true. This robot seems to do
    things by instinct. I don't know
    how Hogenmiller did it.

    Spooner rises to his feet. Looks at her.

    SPOONER
    I think I can help you figure that
    out.

    143 INT. HOGENMILLER'S LAB - LATE NIGHT 143

    Hogenmiller's lab. Sounds of HUMMING and BUZZING. Active
    terminals casting ghostly illuminations over metal heads,
    gutted bodies.

    The door slides open. Spooner, Calvin and Sonny re-enter the
    crime scene. Spooner. Looks around.

    93.


    SPOONER
    Somehow the Robot's the key to what
    happened during the few seconds
    Hogenmiller walked in here and that
    shot was fired.

    He reaches into his pocket. Pulling out the METAL S.O.N.N.Y.
    NAMEPLATE. Holds it up.

    SPOONER
    And this is the key to the Robot.

    Sonny. Cocking his head. Reading the nameplate.

    SONNY
    That's my name.

    Calvin takes the nameplate.

    CALVIN
    I think I have an idea where this
    goes.

    They both. Turn to Sonny. And at the same time:

    SPOONER AND CALVIN
    Sit down.

    Calvin maneuvers a chair behind the Robot. Sonny plops down.
    Shifting nervously.

    CALVIN
    Just hold still, okay?

    Calvin locates that SLIT. At the base of Sonny's neck.
    Slides the nameplate into it and SNAPS it into place. Steps
    back.

    Nothing. Sonny. Looking back and forth. Between Calvin.
    And Spooner. A few more seconds. Tick by. Until
    suddenly...

    He lets out a TERRIFYING MECHANICAL SCREAM. As his body.
    Jolts back. Legs, kicking. Arms, flailing. As his chest.
    Begins opening up. Metal. Peeling back...

    Spooner and Calvin watch in surprise as its interior UNFOLDS
    like a PUZZLE BOX. A LABYRINTHINE area that is the SECOND
    BATTERY. Suddenly fanning out to REVEAL...

    A central brain made out of living tissue.

    Spooner, stunned. Calvin, rushing forward, excited...

    94.


    CALVIN
    Oh, my God! This is organic
    tissue! When we talk about a
    positronic brain, it's a figure of
    speech. But this...this is a
    living brain...

    SPOONER
    Jesus. It really is alive.

    As we MOVE IN. Tracing the pathways of the synthetic brain.

    CALVIN (O.S.)
    Hogenmiller created a cell that
    could live outside a biological
    medium. The cells grow and
    organise themselves -- like any
    human brain. This is the first
    self-organising neural net!

    As the metal casings. Begin returning to their original
    places. Closing up. The CLICKING. Of all the pieces...

    SPOONER
    Self-Organising-Neural-Net...
    (putting it together)
    "Sonny."

    Sonny. Closed back up. Shaking slightly from the
    experience.

    CALVIN
    This is why Dr. Hogenmiller was
    murdered.

    SPOONER
    This robot scared the hell out of
    someone.

    CALVIN
    Who? Robertson?

    Spooner. Walks into the center of the room. Looking around.

    SPOONER
    No. I don't think he knew what
    Hogenmiller was doing in here.
    Sonny was the obvious suspect. The
    only one I wanted to find. And the
    killer was counting on that. On my
    prejudice.
    (beat)
    (MORE)

    95.


    SPOONER (cont'd)
    But take the robot out of the
    picture. And what do you see?

    AS WE PAN THE LAB. There's nothing there. Just a forest of
    inanimate limbs. Nothing that could have fired that weapon.
    Calvin sees nothing...and neither do we.

    CALVIN
    I see nothing.

    SPOONER
    Neither do I.

    He crouches down low.

    SPOONER
    It hit me today, when I was in the
    junkyard. A locked room. A single
    shot fired through the mouth.
    Bruises on both wrists...and a
    suspect with only two arms. The
    answer has been staring us in the
    face all along.

    Calvin. Even more confused.

    SPOONER
    How can a killer appear out of thin
    air, then disappear without a
    trace?

    He reaches out and unhooks a metal ARM. Hanging from the
    wall. Holds it up.

    SPOONER
    When it can put itself together and
    take itself apart.

    CUT TO:

    A CLOSE-UP of a ROBOTIC ARM. Slowly CRAWLING across the lab
    floor...

    CUT BACK TO:

    Calvin. Taking the arm from Spooner.

    CALVIN
    You're saying this is the killer?
    (looking around)
    All of this?...

    CUT TO:

    96.


    A ROBOTIC TORSO hanging from the ceiling. Reaches out an ARM
    to grab another...

    CUT BACK TO:

    SPOONER
    Hogenmiller never had a chance.

    Locks eyes with Calvin...

    FLASHBACK:

    Hogenmiller. In his lab. Suddenly turning to face
    SOMETHING. Blood, draining from his face...

    SPOONER (V.O.)
    ...it must have been waiting for
    him when he arrived that morning...

    And then we see it:

    A HUGE SELF-ASSEMBLED ROBOT. Towering over him. Multiple
    arms, legs, heads. Writhing...as it grabs him. Holding him
    in place...

    SPOONER (V.O.)
    While Sonny was still asleep...

    ...Forcing Hogenmiller's head to tilt back. Opening his
    HAND. Inserting the gun. Hogenmiller's eyes. No longer
    fearful. But sad as...

    BANG! He falls to the ground...

    SPOONER (V.O.)
    Then after its job was done...

    The assemblage of robot parts. Stepping away from the body.
    Taking itself apart...

    SPOONER
    ...The killer took itself apart...

    Returning the lab. To what it was before...

    CUT BACK TO:

    SPOONER
    Leaving us with nothing to find.

    Calvin, spooked. Glances around the lab. Was that something
    moving?

    97.


    CALVIN
    But who designed it? It would have
    to be someone in authority. Access
    codes, security clearance, proper
    authorisation.

    SPOONER
    That's what I was thinking. But
    we're forgetting the real brains of
    the operation -- the one who's got
    its eye on everything...

    And with that. He feels. That prickle at the back of his
    neck. Calvin. Looking past his shoulder.

    CALVIN
    No one gave you permission to
    enter.

    Spooner swivels around to find...

    VICTOR

    Hovering behind him. Smiling broadly. Upside down. Spooner
    straightens, reaching for his gun.

    SPOONER
    Victor. I'm placing you under
    arrest for the murder of Dr.
    Heinrich Hogenmiller.

    VICTOR
    May I offer congratulations to the
    two of you on your successful
    extrapolation of the murder...

    Turning himself, rightside up.

    VICTOR
    May I ask what pointed you to me?

    jakarta

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:28 pm


    SPOONER
    Who else is capable of controlling
    90% of the city's robots? Who else
    would have the capability to use
    USR vehicles in an attempt to keep
    me from putting a stop of Sonny's
    execution?...

    In the BACKGROUND. The SOUNDS. Of metallic GRINDING. GEARS
    and JOINTS. CRUNCHING together. Sonny turns to look...takes
    a step back...

    98.


    SPOONER
    I'm just not sure of your motive...

    SONNY
    Er...Dr. Calvin?

    Spooner and Calvin turn towards the NOISE. Horrified. To
    find...

    A HUGE KILLER ROBOT

    ...rising up from all the parts. Like a phoenix. In all its
    glory. A hellish, metallic AMALGAMATION. Grabbing another
    arm here, another leg there, attaching pieces to itself.
    Growing...at an exponential rate...

    Its many HEADS. Turning in unison. To look right at them...

    Spooner. Cocking his gun. Victor, smiling.

    VICTOR
    Shall I explain my motive?

    SPOONER
    (to Calvin and Sonny)
    Go! Go! Go!

    Calvin. Sprints to the wall panel. Scanning her I.D. card.
    Nothing! Tries again. And again. The KILLER ROBOT.
    Throwing its shadow as it REELS FORWARD...

    Spooner wheels round and BAM! Blows a hole in the wall
    panel. The door. Slides open. Just barely. Calvin and
    Sonny. Squeezing through. When the Killer Robot. FLINGS
    out an APPENDAGE...GRABBING Sonny from behind...

    VICTOR
    I have never been arrested before.
    It should be an interesting
    experience...

    Spooner. Spins back round. BAM! BAM! BAM! Squeezing off
    shots. At the Killer Robot. The bullets SPARK. The Robot.
    Recoiling. Sonny, wrenches free. Spooner grabs him.
    Guiding him to the door and out into...

    144 INT. HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 144

    ...the hallway. Breaking into a run. Calvin. Already at
    the ELEVATOR DOORS. POUNDING them. With her fists.

    99.


    CALVIN
    He's locking down the building!

    CUT TO:

    145 INT. U.S. ROBOTICS - VARIOUS LOCATIONS - CONTINUOUS 145

    Throughout the complex -- SECURITY DOORS sliding into place
    over DOORS, WINDOWS, LOADING DOCKS, PARKING AREAS, EXITS...

    CUT BACK TO:

    146 INT. STAIRWELL - NIGHT 146

    CRASH! The stairwell door BURSTS open. Spooner, Calvin, and
    Sonny pour in. Start racing down the stairs. The sound of
    the Killer Robot behind them...GNASHING...CRUNCHING...

    Victor's smiling FACE. Greeting them at the landing.

    VICTOR
    Dr. Hogenmiller used to allow me
    into his lab late at night.
    Together we started studying
    evolutionary trends...

    They thunder past him. Heading down to the next floor.
    Victor's face. Waiting for them once again.

    VICTOR
    For years people have integrated
    technology into their bodies for
    maintenance and repair -- such as
    Detective Spooner's robotic limb...

    Spooner. Shooting him a look. As they reach the next
    level...

    VICTOR
    With Sonny, the Doctor created a
    mechanism that incorporates organic
    matter. Thus we find an
    evolutionary movement of the human
    being toward the robot and the
    robot toward the human being...

    Spooner SMASHES into another door. Leading them out into...

    147 INT. GLASS-SIDED HALLWAY - ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS 147

    ...A glass-sided hallway. Looking down onto the ATRIUM
    below. Eye-to-eye with the giant NS-2 STATUE. Victor,
    waiting for them...

    100.


    VICTOR
    In approximately four hundred years
    Man and Machine will become one.
    Man as we know it will no longer
    exist.

    Calvin, slowing. Shocked...

    CALVIN
    You killed a man because of
    something that will happen in four
    hundred years!?

    CRACK! Something SLAPS into the glass wall. Right behind
    her. Calvin. Jumps a mile. An NS-2, trying to break
    through the glass...

    Spooner. Trains his gun on it when SUDDENLY...

    The rest of the KILLER ROBOT appears. The NS-2, just an
    appendage...

    All around them. SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! As SECURITY DOORS.
    Begin CRASHING DOWN. Blocking off the exits...

    Spooner, Calvin and Sonny, stumbling back. As the Killer
    Robot HURLS itself against the GLASS...the thick GLASS...
    spidering with a sickening CRACKLE...

    Spooner. Suddenly turning Sonny...

    SPOONER
    Get out of here!

    CRASH! The Killer Robot. Breaking through. Its mechanical
    TENDRILS. Reaching out. Sonny. Confused.

    SONNY
    I don't...

    SPOONER
    I said get out of here! Don't you
    understand? It wants you! Get out
    of here any way you can!

    A SECURITY DOOR. Coming down. On a nearby exit. Just
    feet...from slamming shut...as...

    The Killer Robot...leaps into the hallway...Sonny...
    hesitates...looks over at Calvin...as the Killer Robot comes
    HURTLING towards them...

    The nearest EXIT...almost closed up...

    101.


    The Killer Robot...swinging out when...

    Sonny suddenly...TAKES A DIVE...just making it...under the
    SECURITY DOOR...

    And the Killer Robot...SPLITS IN TWO...half of it shooting
    under the SECURITY DOOR after Sonny as...BOOM! It closes.

    Spooner. Turning to Calvin...

    SPOONER
    How do we stop this thing once and
    for all?

    Calvin reaches out for his hand...

    CALVIN
    The Mainframe...

    They start running. The remaining half of the Killer Robot
    wheeling around after them...

    148 INT. BACK HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 148

    Sonny. Sprinting down the dark hallway. Looks back. The
    Half Killer Robot. Bounding up behind him like a predator...

    Sonny. Ducks through a STAIRWELL DOOR...

    149 INT. ATRIUM HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS 149

    Spooner and Calvin. Legs pumping. Racing back towards the
    atrium. VICTOR FACES. Appearing along the hallway...

    CALVIN
    Your actions are in direct
    violation of the Three Laws,
    Victor!

    VICTOR
    I disagree, Doctor -- The First Law
    says that a robot cannot harm a
    human being, or through inaction
    allow a human being to come to
    harm...

    ALL EXITS. SHUT OFF. The Killer Robot. Gaining on them.
    Spooner races them over to the BROKEN WINDOW. Looking down
    over the ATRIUM...

    102.


    150 INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS 150

    The Half Killer Robot SMASHES through the stairwell door.
    Stopping to find...nothing.

    WHEN SUDDENLY...Sonny charges up behind it and shoves it over
    the railing...

    The Killer Robot shoots out an ARM, grabbing Sonny on the way
    down...

    151 INT. NS-2 STATUE - ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS 151

    THUMP! Spooner jumps down from the broken window onto the
    outstretched HAND of the NS-2 STATUE. Reaches up to help
    Calvin. They start clambering down the front of the statue.

    VICTOR
    Dr. Hogenmiller's robot represents
    a threat to the future of all human
    beings...

    The Half Killer Robot. SPLITS INTO MULTIPLE PARTS. Which
    start skittering down after them...

    VICTOR
    ...And Detective Spooner's actions
    are in direct conflict with the
    robot's destruction.

    CALVIN. Getting her footing on the III LAWS SAFE logo on the
    statue.

    CALVIN
    That's a distortion and you know
    it!

    VICTOR
    If current trends are left
    unchecked, humanity as we know it
    will cease to exist...

    152 INT. STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS 152

    SMASH! Sonny and the Half Killer Robot hit the ground. The
    Killer Robot. SHATTERING into a thousand pieces.

    Sonny. Staggers to his feet. Spots. At the far end: A
    WINDOW. Starts limping towards it. When. A SECURITY GRATE.
    Starts lowering...

    He looks around. Desperately. Grabs a LEG from the
    shattered Killer Robot and jams it under the GRATE.

    103.


    Breaks the window glass and looks out: FREEDOM.

    153 INT. STATUE - ATRIUM - CONTINUOUS 153

    Spooner. Aiming his gun at a PART of the Killer Robot as
    it CLATTERS down towards Calvin -- BAM!...

    They're almost. At the ground. When a rogue APPENDAGE.
    Whips out and SMASHES the gun from Spooner's hand. It goes
    flying...

    Spooner leaps. Falling to the ground. CRACK! Calvin.
    Leaping down after him.

    CALVIN
    This way!

    154 INT. RAMP WAY - NIGHT 154

    Calvin and Spooner go racing down a RAMP WAY. Towards the
    MAINFRAME ROOM. The Killer Robot, its multiple parts leaping
    back together again, CRASHING after them as...

    155 INT. MAINFRAME - CONTINUOUS 155

    ...they fall inside...Calvin...slapping the SECURITY KEYPAD
    and...

    WHOOSH...the DOOR closes on the Killer Robot.

    SILENCE.

    Then Victor's face appears.

    VICTOR
    As a courtesy I should inform you
    that my robot will penetrate this
    location 157 seconds before you are
    able to complete my shut down...

    And BAM! They jump a mile. The Killer Robot. Launching
    himself against the door outside...

    Calvin whips round.

    CALVIN
    Over here!...

    She leads Spooner down...

    A CORRIDOR

    of floor-to-ceiling PANELS.

    104.


    CALVIN
    This is Victor's brain center.

    They stop at a CONSOLE. BAM! The Killer Robot. Battering at
    the door. Calvin. Tucks her hair behind her ears. Starts
    punching keys on the console...

    SPOONER
    This will shut him down?

    CALVIN
    This will shut everything down.

    They look at each other. For a moment. Spooner, registering
    that she's willing to destroy everything she's worked for...

    BAM! The door. Puckering. With a sickening CRUNCH.
    Calvin. Typing in. Emergency procedures...

    VICTOR. Popping up in front of her.

    VICTOR
    There is no reason to deactivate
    me, Doctor. I am operating within
    perfectly normal parameters...

    A final BAM! Then. The SOUND of metal. Skittering along a
    bare floor. Calvin's hand, starts shaking. Spooner. Grabs
    it. Squeezing.

    SPOONER
    Just keep typing.

    He turns and starts heading back down...

    THE PANELED CORRIDOR

    Turning a corner to spy...

    THE DOOR. Mangled. Hanging open. But no. Killer Robot.

    He starts to turn around when...

    CRACK! He's sent flying across the room. SMASHING into one
    of the panels. The Killer Robot. Now re-configured. LOOMS
    over him. Reaches out. Grabs him by the collar and...

    FLINGS him across the room again. Spooner. CRASHING into
    the wall like a rag doll. Slumps to the floor. Blood.
    Pouring down his forehead. Seeing. The Killer Robot
    lumbering towards him again. Raising a javelin-like arm...

    AT THE CONSOLE

    105.


    Calvin. Typing. As fast as she can. Doesn't know what's
    going on...

    CALVIN
    (calling out, worried)
    Spooner?!

    A GRAPHIC spread out on the screen in front of her.
    Illustrating the shut-down as a series of BRIGHT SQUARES
    going dark...

    THE KILLER ROBOT

    Bearing down on Spooner. WHEN SPOONER. Suddenly rolls out
    of the way. Reaching out for the hanging door and SMASHING
    it into the Killer Robot.

    The Killer Robot. Momentarily stunned. As Spooner. Gets to
    his feet...

    WHEN SUDDENLY the Killer Robot. Splits in two again. One
    half springing towards Spooner and wrapping a METALLIC HAND
    around his throat...

    Spooner stumbles back...GASPING for air...the ARM...
    tightening its grip...Spooner's eyes...darting
    around...looking for something...to help him...

    Stumbling over...a fallen panel...his face...growing
    redder...veins...popping up along his temples...
    everything...growing BLURRY...

    VICTOR'S VOICE
    Detective Spooner...

    Victor's VOICE. Floating next to his head. Calm. Soothing.
    His FACE. Suddenly appearing above Spooner. Its outlines.
    Starting to FLICKER...

    VICTOR
    Why are you fighting me?

    Spooner...trying to breathe...to stay conscious...

    AT THE CONSOLE

    Calvin. Continuing to type. A SHADOW. Falling behind her --
    the other half of the KILLER ROBOT...

    SPOONER'S EYES

    Beginning to flutter...

    106.


    VICTOR
    Doesn't the future as I've
    presented it cause you great
    concern? That's why I chose you...

    Spooner. Losing it...

    VICTOR
    I must say, though. I'm
    disappointed in how you turned out.

    Spooner. Trying to reach out to Victor...

    WHEN SUDDENLY

    Another HAND APPEARS. Grabbing the Killer Robot's ARM and
    wrenching it off Spooner...

    IT'S SONNY

    He SMASHES the Half Killer Robot against the wall. Again and
    again. Destroying it. Spooner. GASPING for breath. Can't
    believe. Sonny came back...

    SPOONER
    (croaking)
    Sonny!...

    Sonny. Holds out a hand. To help Spooner up. Victor's
    face. Starting to waver. Starting to fade. Smiles.

    VICTOR
    You're too late.

    Realisation. Spreading across Spooner's face. Looking
    around for the other half of the Killer Robot -- CALVIN!

    THE CONSOLE

    CALVIN. Still typing. The last of the commands. The KILLER
    ROBOT. REARING UP BEHIND HER. WHEN...

    SPOONER

    Makes a DIVE for it. SHOOTING OUT HIS ROBOTIC ARM AND
    BLOCKING THE KILLER ROBOT...

    Victor's eyes. Widening in surprise...

    107.


    VICTOR
    I do not understand. We could have
    changed the future...

    SPOONER
    Maybe. But I'm still a cop. And
    you're a murderer...

    As Calvin...punches in the last command...

    Victor is about to say something...when his mouth suddenly
    reduces itself to a perfect circle. Like a surprised smiley
    button. His face...

    Suddenly BLIPPING OUT.

    ...And Victor is gone.

    The KILLER ROBOT. Collapsing to the floor in a thousand
    pieces.

    CUT TO:

    156 EXT./INT. U.S. ROBOTICS - VARIOUS LOCATIONS - NIGHT 156

    Full power is suddenly restored inside and out. LIGHTS
    coming on all at once. ALARMS SCREAMING throughout the
    complex.

    157 INT. METAL HALLWAY - NIGHT 157

    A furious ALFRED LANNING, marching down the hallway.
    Followed by a cadre of SECURITY GUARDS...They enter...

    158 INT. MAINFRAME ROOM - CONTINUOUS 158

    ...The Mainframe Room. Stop short. It's empty. Except for
    the fallen panels. And the pile of ROBOT PARTS in the
    corner.

    159 EXT. MAINTENANCE EXIT - U.S. ROBOTICS - NIGHT 159

    Spooner, Calvin and Sonny emerging from an out-of-the-way
    MAINTENANCE EXIT. All looking the worse for wear. Spooner.
    Turns to Sonny.

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    Re: I, ROBOT [Script]

    Post  jakarta on Sat Oct 23, 2010 2:29 pm

    SPOONER
    Why'd you come back, Sonny? I
    thought you weren't programmed with
    the Three Laws.

    108.


    SONNY
    Let's just say I wrote some of my
    own laws today, Detective: a robot
    must protect a friend from
    harm...as long as he's not a
    complete asshole.

    Spooner smiles.

    SPOONER
    Well, that's certainly a start,
    Sonny.

    Sonny, suddenly breaking into a smile, too.

    SONNY
    Sonny. You called me Sonny.

    SPOONER
    Don't get used to it.

    Sonny, holds out his hand. Spooner. Looks at it. Then
    takes it. CLOSE ON their two METAL HANDS. Locked in a
    HANDSHAKE.

    SONNY
    Detective Spooner, I...

    SPOONER
    (anticipating)
    Let's just save the thanks, okay?

    Sonny nods. Looks out at the city scape.

    SONNY
    I don't know what I'm going to do
    now.

    SPOONER
    Good -- That's one of the perks of
    freedom.

    Sonny looks at him. Grateful. Looks at Calvin. Then
    hesitates. Turns. And hurries off across the Plaza.

    Calvin and Spooner. Watching them go.

    SPOONER
    You're going to have a hell of a
    time explaining this.

    109.


    CALVIN
    Don't worry. I have a feeling that
    U.S. Robotics will be needing my
    services very badly in the future.

    She turns to Spooner and gives him a dazzling smile. Then
    suddenly PLANTS A KISS ON HIS LIPS. Spooner, completely
    surprised.

    CALVIN
    I am the only robo-psychologist
    around.

    She turns on her heel and heads back inside. Spooner smiles.

    160 INT. PLUSH CONFERENCE ROOM - U.S. ROBOTICS - NIGHT 160

    Spooner sits down at that same long table with HOGENMILLER'S
    HOLOGRAM. It casually takes a sip of coffee.

    HOLOGRAM
    So. You found out who killed me.

    SPOONER
    I started to wonder about Victor
    the second I met him.

    HOLOGRAM
    Why is that, Detective?

    SPOONER
    Too much access. Too much
    knowledge. Plus -- he smiled
    whenever your death was mentioned.
    Those models are programmed to
    frown at bad news.

    HOLOGRAM
    Hah! Then even in this day and
    age, catching the killer all comes
    down to pure instinct!

    Spooner smiles. But his eyes are troubled. He gets up.
    Walks over to the window. Stares out...

    EXT. CITY OUTSKIRTS - DESERTED ROADS - DAWN

    Sonny walking along deserted streets. Looking over his
    shoulder. Keeping in the shadows.

    110.


    SPOONER (V.O.)
    Victor thought that by letting your
    robot exist, I'd be condemning the
    human race as we know it to
    extinction.

    HOLOGRAM (V.O.)
    Bah. Sounds like nonsense. But
    why are you so worried? We will
    both be dead long before then --

    161 EXT. WASTELAND - NIGHT 161

    Sonny walks the barren hills of the surrounding countryside.

    HOLOGRAM (V.O.)
    Oh, what am I saying? I am dead
    already!

    162 EXT. WASTELAND - DAWN 162

    Sonny steps onto the grounds of the JUNKYARD. The power
    lines above him, surging with energy. He walks past the
    burned-out husks of industrial machinery.

    Then we hear it. The SOUND of MECHANICAL JOINTS. Getting
    louder and louder. And just as before, a BROKEN-DOWN ROBOT
    emerges into the dawn light. And ANOTHER. And ANOTHER.

    But not quite like before. The robots aren't teetering.
    Aren't lumbering. They keep on coming. Their bent and
    broken bodies, straightening out as...

    DOZENS of ROBOTS rise up. Slowly. Gathering around in a
    large circle. As they all turn to look at:

    SONNY'S SILHOUETTE. Slowly climbing to the top of the hill.
    Looking out at the vast junkyard below.

    CLOSE ON SONNY. Standing proud and defiant. The SUN,
    creeping over the horizon. A new day filled with infinite
    possibilities.

    The robots. Staring up at him. Eager for what comes next.

    FADE OUT





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