I’ve been enjoying taking photos of the various birds that visit my yard. The most common have been the dark eyed junco, chestnut-backed chickadee, varied thrush, red-breasted nuthatch, and of course our crows and stellar jays, downy woodpeckers.
Well, it’s been one heck of a Winter here in Oregon. I’m starting to notice that the Oso berry is flowering and the trilliums are starting to bloom, despite being battered by rain and snow. The maples are starting to bud. As a landscape photographer I’m used to seeing greener forests, more wildflowers and a little more warmth on my Spring forays into the Columbia River Gorge, especially in May.…
When I was a kid and we had a landline, every night at like exactly 6 pm in the middle of our dinner we would get an automated phone call from ‘Gary from the boys and girls club’. And we would all not answer the phone and just listen to the whole message play out every night. And we never got off that calling list and we put Gary as a contact in the phone even. He was like a friend to us. That’s the part of landlines that I miss.
Lynyrd Skynyrd
The Last Rebel
1993 Atlantic
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Tracks:
01. Good Lovin’s Hard to Find
02. One Thing
03. Can’t Take That Away
04. Best Things in Life
05. The Last Rebel
06. Outta Hell in My Dodge
07. Kiss Your Freedom Goodbye
08. South of Heaven
09. Love Don’t Always Come Easy
10. Born to Run
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Some seemingly innocent, but truly mind-altering information is shared in a staff meeting.
Short fan fic. Low-key Sydcarmy/The Bear fluff. Post-season 2. Canon-compliant.
Location: The Bear
Time: 10:05 a.m.
The restaurant had closed lunch service on a Tuesday for a "Development Day". The Bear had been open for 5 months and had a 2 month wait list! After Family and Friends when they had all banded together the Bear crew had gotten tighter than ever. Carmen had been a outsider in his own restaurant for a couple weeks, but soon the dust settled. Even Sydney came around after 3 weeks of his patient groveling. The duo was good and soon The Bear had become one of Chicago Tribune's "Best New Restaurants." However, with success The Bear was changing fast. They had hired more full-time front and kitchen staff, which was great. The downside was that "respectful communication" and "customer complaint management" was waning a little. Things were not terrible, but Richie for whom Ever set the bar in hospitality, The Bear should always be improving, not sliding backwards. Natalie, Carmen and Sydney agreed. They also wanted to discuss new menu changes and a to-go system they would be testing soon.
"Okay, people! Let's get started" Natalie said beckoning everyone to take a seat at the front of house.
Richie stood next her "casually dressed" in a button down blue dress shirt and dark grey slacks.
He began, "As you know The Bear is on track to paying off the loan and we're the freakin' toast of the town right now, but this is not the time to take a nap. We gotta keep our eyes on the prize. So first, up facial regulation as known as RBF awareness."
Natalie tapped his shoulder and whispered, "Richie, I love your enthusiasm, but I thought we might start with an ice breaker?"
He shrugged and continued, "But Nat, has a ice breaker. Take it away".
Natalie resumed.
"So, first we want to thank each of you for being part of this dream and making it fun, rewarding, and successful. As you know The Bear is a family business and since there's new faces here we'd like to get to know you better and vice versa. We'll start with a quick round of "Best and Worst". Just pick a question out of the cup and answer it. Please keep your answers to 2 minutes."
The first question went to Randall, a young man in his early 20's with dark curly hair and thick glasses that frequently fogged in the humid kitchen. He was the new assistant pastry chef.
"What was the best place I ever lived? Hm…Guam. My dad, Army, was stationed on the base and I lived there from age 9-11. I had like 12 friends just on my block and we were always playing soccer, swimming, or riding our bikes. It was awesome."
"Thanks Randall!" Natalie chirped.
The next went to Tina.
"Ok…what is worst advice I've ever been given? Keep your head down and do what you know. That's the advice I used to give myself. Thankfully I didn't listen because now I'm a sous chef!"
Sydney who was sitting near the front between Gary and Carmy, beamed at Tina who returned the smile with a little moisture in her eyes.
The next question went to Marcus.
"Best moment in the last year? It was training at Noma, in Copenhagen. It was my first international trip. I got to stay in a houseboat, explore the city, meet cool people, and figure out that I wanted to do this maybe forever."
The last several months had been really hard due to Marcus's mom's passing. He had returned to work after a week of mourning citing that he knew she wouldn't want him to sit at home now that she was no longer sick. Despite that he was getting better every day and had come up with several new popular dessert specials. Tina was seated next to him and patted his arm.
The next few questions went to new dishwasher, Chris, Fak, and then Gary.
Sydney drew the next question and winced upon reading it. It wouldn't be possible to lie because Marcus already knew the truth.
"What was my best meal ever? Well…it was this pork confit with onions and rhubarb. Then after I had this dish called Milk and Honey."
She kept her eyes plastered on the tiny strip of paper while she spoke. In her peripheral field she could see Carm turning slightly towards her, his cornflower blue eyes boring two holes into the side of her head.
"Sounds grand. Ok, Carmy pick a question" Richie ordered wanting to get down to business by 10:30am.
Carmy didn't seem to hear him. He was on another planet.
"Yo cuz, pick a question!"
He startled and drew a question.
"Uh ok. Best part of my day? Hmmm. Closing up."
It was now Sydney's soul's turn to exit her body. Every night, with few exceptions, she and Carmy ended the night in his office to debrief on the day, perform last checks, and close together.
After a moment she felt his eyes still glancing at her. Without turning she whispered, "Later." The last thing she needed was to look at him, and forget how much time was passing, giving Richie yet another reason to tease them. Not long ago he gave them matching copies of a workplace relationship etiquette tip sheet stapled to an OSHA industrial hygiene handout before leaving them to close.
She sighed, trying to compose herself. It was no big deal. So what that Carm knew he was responsible for the best thing she ever ate? Also, they're partner-friends so it's totally normal that his favorite time of day when is they are together…alone. Right?
SBIFF Cinema Society Q&A - Slow Horses with Gary Oldman and Douglas Urbanski recap
A recap of the juiciest tidbits from the panel featuring Gary Oldman and Douglas Urbanski:
About season 6
Season 6 is currently in pre-production, with most episodes already written.
Adam Randall, the director for Season 4, will helm the entire sixth season.
Production has allowed Randall to contribute to the writing process by joining the writers in the writing room.
Gary Oldman has already read the scripts and finds them fantastic.
About season 5
Season 5 will unveil a significant revelation about Lamb's past.
Viewers will catch a glimpse of Lamb's house.
Gary Oldman describes this season as truly impressive and with a more Le Carré-esque feel, akin to season 2.
Expect an intense exchange where Lamb blackmails Diana.
New, incredible insults directed at River are on the horizon.
Season 5 is a 'three farts season,' says Oldman, laughing his ass off.
About Mick Herron
Gary Oldman asked Mick Herron for extra information about Lamb when working on S1 but quickly realized that the character is a mystery even for his creator. Herron's response is often "I don't know".
Mick Herron asked Gary Oldman to accompany him to a signing session just before the release of the first season, not realizing that the show would eventually relieve him of his signing session obligations for good.
It was actually Mick Herron who suggested using David Cornwell, John Le Carré's real name, as the name on Lamb's passport that briefly appears in S1. And Kristen Scott Thomas's casting as Diana Taverner was inspired by her previous work with Gary Oldman on the set of The Darkest Hour.
Behind the scene
Will Smith is frequently on set, going over scripts with the actors.
Occasionally, there's room for improvisation.
With a single director overseeing the entire season, the Slow Horses team remains committed to their vision for nearly a year of continuous work on set.
Gary Oldman receives the scripts really early for every season.
Fart acting are obviously "sound effects".
There are emails going back and forth between Oldman and production about 'fart acting.' The one in the car in S3 was praised as 'robust.' There were emails about 'the frequency' of the sound because the car has leather seats, being a Rolls Royce.
The trench coat remains the same, unchanged since the very first season. No one is allowed to wash it.
Kristen Scott Thomas's casting as Diana Taverner was inspired by her previous work with Gary Oldman on the set of The Darkest Hour.
Almost all the crew come back year after year.
Gary Oldman compares working with the cast of Slow Horses to the joy of winning his Oscar.
On April 9, 1993, Gary Gauger, a 40-year-old resident of McHenry County, Illinois, made a harrowing discovery: the lifeless bodies of his elderly parents, Morris and Ruth Gauger, brutally murdered on their farm. Their throats had been viciously slit. Gary, in shock and disbelief, immediately alerted police, recounting that he had been asleep when the tragic attack occurred and awoke to the horrifying aftermath. Little did he know, this tragedy would thrust him into a nightmare of false accusations.
Instead of receiving support and assistance, Gary found himself ensnared in a web of deceit orchestrated by the very authorities meant to serve justice. During questioning, detectives falsely claimed to have found incriminating evidence—bloody clothes and a knife—in Gary's possession. They further deceived him by alleging he had failed a lie detector test. Exhausted and vulnerable after an 18-hour interrogation, Gary was coerced into describing a hypothetical scenario in which he murdered his parents. This fabricated narrative was twisted and used against him as a confession, despite the absence of any tangible evidence linking him to the crime.
In a travesty of justice, Gary Gauger was wrongfully convicted of his parents' double murder and sentenced to death. However, in March 1996, the Second District Illinois Appellate Court overturned his conviction, citing the illegally obtained confession. Gary was finally released from prison, vindicated but scarred by years of wrongful imprisonment.
It wasn't until 2002 that justice truly prevailed when two motorcycle gang members, James Schneider and Randall Miller, were convicted of the double murder. Their guilt was confirmed by Miller's clandestinely recorded confession, finally bringing closure to Gary Gauger's long ordeal of wrongful accusation and incarceration.
Every Autumn in the hills around Mount Hood the vine maple (acer circinatum) always put on a colorful show. They will turn a beautiful yellow color in the darker forest floors but will turn a beautiful red in the higher elevations where they get more sunlight. These are growing in one of the most beautiful locations in Oregon, Lost Lake.
Prints of this photo is available in either a horizontal…
This is as many birthdays as I could find for all the games I have played and anime's I have watched. Trust me there are more characters but some have no birthday dates posted. I will update this list as I go but you can always find this on my pinned post to come back and check the birthday calendars for each. I did want to do a calendar itself for each month but when so many have the same birthdate I found this harder to do so chose to just do a master list instead.
There was so many birthdays I had to start a 2nd list here is the link to the 2nd one HERE
Hello! 🐰 may I please get prompt number 23 with Arthur Fleck please?😭
Here you go! Sorry this is so late, and congratulations on being my first Arthur prompt!
Arthur Fleck x Reader
Prompt: Why can't I braid your hair?
CW: Penny is having a mild delusional episode and Arthur gives her some of her medications. Some mentions of Arthur being bullied at work. Mild swearing. Let me know if I miss anything! 2nd person, reader is referred to as "you", no physical description of reader mentioned, F!reader
A/N: There's some stuff in this that's basically me experimenting with my personal head canons about side characters. Ie. Gary being married with children and Randall being divorced. It's mostly there to give the conversation between Arthur and the reader a more realistic flavour. I was just going for something really comfortable and domestic feeling for this. Enjoy!
It was only after he heard the clunk of the deadbolt closing and the feeling of familiar, worn flooring under his feet did Arthur finally feel like he could breath again. Yes, the apartment was still a shitty little hole in the wall that reeked of cigarette smoke and where the hot water came out from the tap a copper colour half the time, but it was also his own personal oasis. A sanctuary where the two of you could shut out the rest of the world and bask in the solace of each other’s company.
He could feel the grime and grief of the day slowly start to dissipate as he padded down the hall, his sock feet no more than a whisper on the threadbare carpeting. It was a little early in the day for you to be home, but he could hear the sound of the TV, a faint drone that was still too far away for him to make out anything distinctive.
If it was the daily newscast, then it was probably Penny watching. She never missed a chance to catch sight of Thomas Wayne, no matter how brief. If the local baseball game was on instead, then Penny was napping and you’d be getting dinner started. The Gotham Knights were the worst team in the Tri-State area, but you were a loyal fan all the same.
What greeted Arthur when he rounded the corner and came into the living room, however, temporarily stopped him cold in his tracks. The TV was on, yes, but at a much lower volume than the ear shattering blare his mother preferred. Penny was awake too, still dressed in her robe and slippers, but awake never the less. Instead of occupying her usual perch on her favourite chair and basking in the glow of the flickering screen, Penny was doing her own version of pacing. Arthur watched as she shambled from one side of the room to the other, muttering quietly under her breath to someone only she could see.
After deciding she was only having a mild episode and not a complete break from reality this time, Arthur pulled his eyes away from Penny and began to search the room for you. It was only on his third pass of the space that he realized the reason he kept missing you. What he thought was a pile of laundry on the couch, was in fact your body, lying half sunk into the cushions. You were still wearing your work scrubs, as well as your shoes, and your head was buried beneath a stack of sofa pillows. You hadn't let out so much as a whimper since he'd walked in, or even let on that you knew he was home.
“Sweetheart? You alright?”
Within seconds, Arthur was kneeling by your side, contorting his body between the sofa and the coffee table to get to close to you as possible. At the sound of his voice, you stirred slightly, and brought up a hand to lift up a corner of the bottom pillow in the stack. A bloodshot, dark rimmed eye stared back at Arthur from beneath it, and he instinctively reached out to run a soothing hand down your back. He’d been through enough bad days with you to recognize the warning signs, even when you hadn’t said a word.
“Migraine again?” he asked, purposely keeping his voice low and even so as not to cause you any further discomfort.
The pillows wobbled precariously as you nodded in reply. Arthur sighed, before glancing over his shoulder to look back at Penny. In the short amount of time it had taken him to come over to you, his mother had stopped her pacing, and was staring at him as though she was now just realizing who he was.
“Happy?”
“I’m here Mom.” he said, placing a hand on the nearby armrest so he could push himself to his feet “Did you get your medication today?”
“She missed her third dose” your voice was half muffled by the pillow “Mrs. Bianci from downstairs called my job around three-ish to say she heard yelling coming from our place and she was worried. I caught an early train home, but the migraine hit before I could do anything for Penny, I’m sorry.”
Arthur bit at his bottom lip, not hard enough to draw blood but with enough force that the pain it caused overwhelmed any lingering frustration. He could feel the laughter, unwelcome and oh so insistent, clawing at the back of his throat, trying to break free. He grit his jaw against it, forcing it back down as best he could. Doing this too often would eventually trigger a fit that would last hours instead of seconds, but the last thing you needed right now was for him to be out of commission.
He knew your migraines only came around in times of extreme stress, and as much as he loved her, he was also very much aware of just how stressful dealing with Penny could be. You’d tried your hardest to get along with her since you’d moved in, but Penny was stubborn at the best of times and hateful at the worst, especially when it came to who administered her daily dose of medication.
“Let me get Mom comfortable, and then we’ll get you looked after, okay?” He said, smiling down at you.
You gave Arthur a wobbly smile in return from beneath your pillow cavern. The gesture almost broke Arthur’s heart, you were trying so hard to put on a happy face for him and play it off like things weren’t so bad. If anyone knew how that felt, he certainly did.
It didn’t take long to crush up Penny’s next round of pills into a pudding cup, and even less time to coax her into her recliner in front of the news. By the time the first commercial break started playing, she was already lulled into a blissful stupor, a dreamy look on her face as her glassy eyes watched the screen without actually seeing it.
Once he was sure his mother was settled, Arthur then turned his focus entirely towards you. Without needing to be asked, you had already sat up, your stack of pillows sitting neatly on the floor while you waited for Arthur to join you. The springs squawked in protest as he sat down on the cushion farthest away from you. As soon as he was ready, you crawled over and placed your head on his lap, with your face turn upwards towards the ceiling.
“Comfy?” he asked, once again smiling down at you. A loose lock of hair was hanging across your face, and he reached down, tucking it behind your ear with nimble fingers.
“Best seat in the house” you replied, your voice a hoarse whisper. “Thanks for doing this, Arthur.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
With that, Arthur brought his hands down to either side of your face, with one arm draping over your torso while the other sat atop the armrest. He moved his thumbs over your temples, and began to massage the skin there in tiny, circular motions.
The effect on you was almost instantaneous. Arthur watched as your eyes fluttered shut, and he could feel the tension leave your body as you settled more firmly against his legs. The migraine would’ve eventually run its course whether he was here to help you or not, but the two of you had discovered this trick could sometimes turn hours of agonizing pain into a more manageable level of discomfort.
“How was work?”
Arthur couldn’t help but smile again, even though he knew you wouldn’t see it. You could be having the worst day of your life, and yet you always found time to check in with him. It made him feel like each time you asked that question, you were really interested in what he had to say, and not just making polite conversation or because of some unspoken sense of obligation.
“It was okay,” he replied, making sure to keep his voice soft “Hoyt’s been looking into getting me a position in the Founder’s Day parade next week, since I’m more comfortable in front of crowds than the other guys, and Gary’s wife is pregnant again.”
“Oh, good for Ella. That’s what, their third together?”
“Fourth, actually.”
“Jesus Christ, any more and she’s going to make Gary sleep outside.”
Arthur let out a quiet chuckle, in part because he appreciated the joke and also because he was relieved to see your usual sense of humour returning. That usually meant you were slowly starting to feel a bit better.
“I mean, yeah. But she probably never gets migraines either.”
A faint crease appeared on your forehead, more from confusion than discomfort.
“How do you figure that?”
Arthur felt his cheeks heat up, a wicked grin playing about his lips.
“Well, cause of all the kids, you know? Randall says there’s nothing better for a headache than a good fuck.”
“Arthur! Oh my god!”
One of your hands came up, and gently smacked Arthur on his chest. He laughed, a warm and genuine sound that burbled from deep in his gut, the complete opposite to what came out during his fits. You were laughing too, though it was a much more subdued giggle than usual, most likely due to the migraine.
“Your Mom is right there!” you said, cracking open an eye to shoot him an admonishing look.
“She’s not listening to us.” he replied, still grinning. “Those blue ones will keep her out for hours. Watch.”
He turned his head slightly to the side, his green eyes coming to rest on Penny in her chair. The older woman hadn’t even glanced away from the screen, despite the ruckus you two were making.
“Hey Mom. The martians have landed and they wanna make me president of the United States.”
“That’s nice, Happy.” came Penny’s answer, as cheerful and calm as though Arthur had just told her the price of milk.
“See?” he said, looking back down at you. “I could say anything and that’s exactly what she would say back every single time.”
“Okay, okay.” you replied. Both your eyes were open now, and you were staring back up at Arthur “But you shouldn’t be listening to Randall anyway, especially when it comes to anything he says about women. He’s been divorced at least twice. If anything, you should be doing the opposite of what he says.”
“You been talking to Gary?” Arthur asked as he reached down and gently tapped your nose with the tip of his finger “Because he tells me the exact same thing.”
“It’s a conspiracy” you said, scrunching up your nose and sticking out your tongue at him. You looked so cute, Arthur had to resist the urge to lean down and cover your face in kisses. It certainly seemed like you were doing better, but the last thing he wanted to do was cause you unnecessary discomfort.
Instead, he chose to lean down and place a gentle kiss on your forehead. The gesture made his curls slip from his shoulders and hang around his face like a curtain. You stared up at him, momentarily fascinated by the image and the way the sunlight picked up on the silver streaks that clustered near his temples.
“Your hair is getting kind of long.”
You reached up and wound a strand of it around your finger, watching as it sprung back into place the second it was released. Arthur chuckled softly, and caught your hand in his own so he could kiss your fingertips.
“Yeah. Mom thinks I need a haircut.”
“No!” you said, sitting up so suddenly you almost whacked your head off Arthur’s chin. Arthur’s eyes went wide, both from surprise at the intensity of your reaction and out of concern that you would agitate yourself further.
“I mean,” you continued, your cheeks starting to turn pink “You should cut it if you want to. But I…well, I like it this length.”
“Yeah?” The shock on his face melted away, and was quickly replaced by a wide, easy smile “I mean, I don’t mind it like this. But you’ll have to teach me how to take better care of it. Sometimes it’s hard to fit under my wig at work, and it gets matted if I leave it loose under there.”
“I can help” you said, shifting your position on the sofa so you were sitting with your feet touching the floor and your body turned towards Arthur “I could put it in a ponytail. Or maybe a braid?”
It was Arthur’s turn to scrunch up his nose, though you could tell from the strain in his smile that he wasn’t being playful.
“A braid? Me? I mean it’s nice of you to offer but I’m not sure-”
He trailed off, leaving you to fill in the gaps. What Arthur wasn’t telling you painted an all too vivid picture in your mind. You reached for his hand and clasped it in one of your own. His skin felt cool and soft against the pad of your thumb as you ran it over his knuckles.
“Hey. Arthur. What’s wrong? Why can’t I braid your hair?”
For a moment, Arthur stared at the TV, as though he was in the same zombified state as Penny. A commercial for dish soap playing in the background kept the room from being completely silent, but you could feel one pushing its way into your conversation all the same. When Arthur was truly upset, he either let everything loose all at once or shut down entirely. You seemed to be the only person who could coax him into a happy middle.
“Babe?”
He let out a sigh that seemed to come from the depths of his soul, while his free hand came up to scratch at the back of his neck.
“It’s the guys at work,” he said, finally, his eyes still trained on the TV screen “They…well, they make fun of me, y’know? And I feel like if I came in with my hair braided then they’d…I’d never be able to live it down.”
“Screw them.” you shot back, your voice calm but firm “Aside from Gary, they’re all idiots. Who gives a shit what they think?”
Arthur studied you for a moment before answering, most likely weighing the choice between making you happy and having you fuss over him, or keeping up appearances for a bunch of people who never seemed to hesitate to kick him when he was down. In the end, it was an easy decision.
“Okay.” he relented “My next shift is on Monday. If you’re feeling well enough before then, you can braid my hair before I go in.”
You grinned up at him, and scooted closer so you could plant a kiss on his cheek. At the last second, Arthur turned his head, catching your mouth in a warm, sweet kiss that had you tingling down to your toes. When you broke apart, you found he was smiling in earnest, with none of the tension lingering in his face from before.
“You’re so wonderful, Arthur” you said, reaching up to cup the side of his face in your hand “And if anyone says anything about it, just remember, it’s only because they’re jealous that your girlfriend loves you so much”
Arthur leaned into your touch, and he if could’ve purred, you swore he would be. Despite his apprehension, you figured that when he realized just how much of your attention playing with his hair would get him, he’d change his mind about the whole thing pretty quickly.
“It helps to have someone who makes being wonderful so easy. Now, if you wanna get better, you should let me finish that massage before dinner.”
RoboCop 2 will be released on 4K Ultra HD + Blu-ray on June 18 via Scream Factory. The 1990 sci-fi action sequel was the final film directed by Irvin Kershner (Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back).
Comic book legend Frank Miller (The Dark Knight Returns, Sin City) and Walon Green (Eraser) wrote the script. Peter Weller returns to star with Nancy Allen, Dan O'Herlihy, Tom Noonan, Belinda Bauer, and Gabriel Damon.
RoboCop 2 has been newly scanned in 4K from the original camera negative with Dolby Vision and DTS-HD Master Audio 5.1 Surround and 2.0 Stereo. Special features are listed below.
Disc 1 - 4K UHD:
Audio commentary with author/CG supervisor Paul M. Sammon
Audio commentary with RoboDoc: The Creation of RoboCop documentarians Gary Smart, Chris Griffiths, and Eastwood Allen
Disc 2 - Blu-ray:
Audio commentary with author/CG supervisor Paul M. Sammon
Audio commentary with RoboDoc: The Creation of RoboCop documentarians Gary Smart, Chris Griffiths, and Eastwood Allen
Corporate Wars: The Making of RoboCop 2 – Interviews with director Irvin Kershner, producer Jon Davidson, actors Tom Noonan, Nancy Allen, Galyn Görg, executive producer Patrick Crowley, associate producer Phil Tippett, cinematographer Mark Irwin, and author/CG supervision Paul M. Sammon
Machine Parts: The FX of RoboCop 2 – Interviews with Phil Tippett, Peter Kuran, Craig Hayes, Jim Aupperle, Kirk Thatcher, Paul Gentry, Don Waller, Justin Kohn, Randal Dutra, and Kevin Kutchaver
Interview with RoboCop armor fabricator James Belohovek
Interview with comic book writer Steven Grant
OCP Declassified – Archival production and behind-the-scenes videos including interviews with director Irvin Kershner and actors Peter Weller and Dan O’Herlihy, and a look at the filming of some deleted scene
Theatrical trailer
Teaser trailers
TV spots
Still Galleries – deleted scenes, behind-the-scenes photos, stills, posters and lobby cards
When Detroit's descent into chaos is further compounded by a police department strike and a new designer drug called "Nuke," only RoboCop (Peter Weller) can stop the mayhem. But in his way are a sinister corporation and a bigger and tougher cyborg with a deadly directive: take RoboCop off the streets … permanently.