I, Robot Page #3

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.

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