I, Robot Page #4

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?

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