Eve of Destruction

- Room service. - Come in.

- Where would you like it, sir? - Oh, on the table there.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you.

- Thank you. - Oh no, thank you.

Ok, let's shut him down.

- Ok, Ok, let's break it up. - All right, bring it in.

Too much stress in areas HK3 and HK4.

There's an irregularity in the electrical impulse.

Damn hand again.

How much further behind does that put us, Doctor?

I don't know until I've done a full analysis of him.

- Try an educated guess. - I don't know. A couple of days, maybe.

Need I remind you, our budget is up for review in seven weeks.

And need I have remind you, Dr Heller, that if that hand in there can't play piano

without setting itself on fire.

We'll all be working at the corner auto shop rebuilding transmissions.

Dr Simmons, Eve Vlll is being made ready for a test run in lab number 4.

Oh, I love this jacket. It's a wonderful jacket.

I think I need a purse, thank you.

Feels very good.

How do I look?

So, where are you from?

New York? Chicago?

You look big city to me, you know, classy. Right?

No.

But thanks for the compliment.

You staying here long?

No.

Quick in-and-out, eh?

This stop Embarcadero. Embarcadero station this stop.

This stop Embarcadero. Embarcadero station this stop.

- Everybody freeze. On the floor. - Freeze, asshole. On the floor.

- Get down, you want to wait for die? - Help.

Down. Get down. Freeze. I said get down.

Lady, what's your problem? Are you deaf? Kiss the fucking floor.

Hit the floor or you're dead. You want to die? Are you stupid?

Fuck you, lady.

What the fuck?

OH, lets do it.

- Who are these guys? - Come, everybody out.

All right, let's go. It's time to go. Come on, move it, move it, move it, come on.

- Let's go. - Look out, he's one of them.

Right, move out. Come on.

- Come on, let's go, let's go. - Move it, move out.

Hurry, hurry. Come on.

Go.

Hurry. Come on.

Come on, hurry. Get in there. Hurry.

Shit.

Line up.

- Let's go. - Come on, Smith. Hurry up.

Webster, Harris, Des Moines, Saperstein...

Carter, you're all dead.

- Jesus. - And each would have an epitaph...

He died for his country because he didn't fucking listen.

You know, I wonder how many times I'm going to have to tell you guys, you never relax.

You never let down your guard, not for one second.

Fix that up. Things are not always what they seem.

So now, just to show you men who's really God around here,

I'm going to miraculously bring you all back to life.

Poof.

So we try it again. Only this time, we don't fuck up.

- Right? - Yes, sir.

- What the fuck is that? - Orders, sir.

To get the hell out of here and onto that chopper.

What you do, pack for me?

- All right. Carter, take charge. - Yes, sir.

Guess there's somebody even bigger than God. Fall out.

- Mam, can we go over this. - One second, Tim.

Tim, what are you doing? Hey.

- Come on, let me see. - This is a man. This is a woman.

- This is a vagina. - What?

Mom, there's nothing to be embarrassed about.

You're right.

Hello.

No, I'm sorry. Dr Simmons cannot be disturbed.

- Those are tits. - Who told you?

- Not Daddy, I swear. - Tim, they're breasts.

- The other word is not nice, Ok? - Ok, breasts.

- Do you know what those are called? - Those?

- You tell me. - Balls, Daddy tell me that.

- Dr Simmons, you have a telephone call. - Maria, I told you no calls.

I'm sorry it's Dr Heller. He says he must speak to you.

- We have to talk some more, young man. - Ok.

You'd better have a darn good reason for calling me today. What?

Ok, Ok, I'll be there.

Give me an hour. Yeah. Bye.

Oh, I have to go.

You'll have to take Timmy to the airport, it's an emergency.

Maria will take you to the airport, Ok? Now, I'll call you before you leave.

And Tim, we'll go to the aquarium another time, I promise.

I want a kiss. Oh, my sweetie.

Oh, and remember, they're called testicles.

Bye, sweetie.

Jim, this is Bill Schneider from the NSC.

- I've heard a lot about you, Colonel. - Sir.

- Have a seat. - Thank you.

Look, I know you're pissed...

and it's understandable giving all the hard work you've put in.

But this hostage crisis is just going to have to wait.

Sir, we don't get those people out soon, they're not coming out.

At least, not alive.

Colonel...

The hostages are no longer our top priority.

The plain fact is we have a more pressing problem.

Jim, you're about to be brought in on this country's best-kept secret.

The following message has the highest classification.

This is Project Rob, 25 years ago.

The aim was to design a robot that could pass as human.

As you can see, the state of robotics then was very primitive.

Today, this is Eve Vlll. State of the art.

To enable her to pass as a convincing human being,

she has been programmed with the thoughts and feelings of her inventor, Dr Eve Simmons.

Please be aware...

Dr Simmons was also used as a model for Eve Vlll's face and body structure

and her memory programs.

Eve Vlll has been designed for surveillance work

but can also be used as a cover battlefield weapon.

Eve Vlll is currently completing a series of test runs in the Bay Area.

Message ends.

- This thing for real? - What do you mean?

Well I...

I knew we were doing some robot research, but this thing is...

Is incredible. Incredible is not a strong enough word, sir.

Incredible is not a strong enough word, sir.

She was on a test run in the bay area this morning.

These were taken by the bank's security cameras.

As you can see, Eve Vlll got herself shot.

The point is, when she was shot...

somehow and we have no idea, screwed up her internal workings.

- Now she's on the loose. - And armed.

Oh, and armed, you bet.

Ok, so let me ask some maybe stupid questions here.

You know where she is now?

No, our trace on her was knocked out at the time of the shooting.

- So there's no way to communicate with her? - That's affirmative.

When we eventually do find her, how do we switch her off?

It's not as simple as that, colonel. She's more human than machine.

See, she's just like a regular soldier.

You give her instructions and she carries them out.

How dangerous is she?

She could be highly dangerous if she's locked in battlefield mode.

What's that?

Battlefield mode is Eve Vlll highest state of readiness.

It's mean, she's a split second away from using force to protect herself...

from what she perceives as terminal harm.

So I guess that means she's no longer in the mood to accept orders from a superior officer?

That's correct.

Well, this is quite some toy you have yourself here, gentleman.

I suppose you want me to put it back in its box?

It's not a toy, Colonel.

Dr Simmons, I'm glad you could come at short notice.

- I was offered little choice, general. - Bill Schneider you know.

This is Jim McQuade. Eve Simmons.

- Something wrong? - No, you just look kind of familiar.

- Don't worry, she's quite human. - That's not what my staff say, General.

Jim is been briefed on the situation, I hope you two will be able to work together on this.

Doctor, I'm told that Eve Vlll is been

programmed with a lot of your own life experiences.

Does that mean you think exactly alike?

Yes, she was programmed with much of my life experience, but we're not exactly alike. No.

Just exactly what are your qualifications, Mr McQuade?

What's your specialty?

Well, to tell the truth Doctor, my specialty is a spinach lasagne.

In a very light tomato and basil sauce.

Actually Doctor, Mr McQuade is highly trained and fairly knowledgeable in all aspects...

of counter-insurgency and anti-terrorism.

He's our very best field man. He will neutralize Eve Vlll.

So your specialty is killing.

Which brings me to my next question, Doctor, how do I kill this thing?

One seriously wounded and a customer, also believed wounded, mysteriously disappeared

after overpowering one of the robbers. This just in...

Her areas of vulnerability naturally are approximate to those of a real human.

All the motor signals that control her limbs come down the backbone which...

has a strong protective coating.

- What's that cylinder? - That's just part of her protection.

Ok, what about the heart? Will a bullet there stop her?

No, her heart, in fact her whole blood system is cosmetic.

They're designed to let her medically pass as human but have no real function.

It's tiny electrical currents that power her.

She'll bleed but she won't die.

So upper or lower body are not good for a kill?

Correct.

The skull is very protected. A good place to aim would be right or left eyes.

Those are both vulnerable areas.

A bullet through either eye should terminate all motor activity.

I guess the eyes have it then, eh doc?

Your call sight Seeker. We'll be Homer.

We're also getting a chopper with civilian markings.

Now, as far as the rest of the world is concerned and that include press and police,

we'll simply be searching for a dangerous female terrorist.

This will tell you if we're dealing with the unthinkable.

If she goes nuclear, you'll hear a high-pitched tone.

- He doesn't know? - He doesn't need to.

The less people who know, the better.

Don't worry.

I'm told he's our very best marksman, he's been fully briefed.

He'll aim for the eyes.

Sir, Eve Vlll's rented herself a car in the Bay Area, a red 1990 Mustang.