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When you made that deal with Quaid, you may have signed your brother's death

warrant. Why would he possibly want to kill me?

Have you checked the price of oil lately?

You're as beautiful an enemy as you once were a friend.

It's hard to believe that a man I knew so well could have changed so much.

He's a killer robot. I know how to handle him. You stay right here.

What are you programmed to do? Kill John Moore.

It began with Westworld. Three, two, one, activate now.

A futuristic playground where people could act out their fantasies with

robots so sophisticated it was impossible to tell them from humans.

Your move.

Suddenly, the robots changed, turned into the deadly servants of their

creator, Simon Quaid, who took them beyond Westworld.

I have an impregnable army of loyal and unquestioning troops.

I've placed robots all over the world. He wants it all.

There's one heck of a good chance of getting it with those robots.

Delos, builders of Westworld, must stop Quaid.

Assigned is Security Chief John Moore and Special Agent Pam Williams.

Let's face it, John, it's your width against Quaid's machine.

Place your bets.

Next shooter.

Easy six.

Place your bets.

Don't worry, honey.

You'll make your number.

If I do, the lame and blind will be beating a path here.

They'll rename Tull for Lourdes.

Ten thousand.

How deep are you going in? The 200,000.

That's it.

Sorry, Mrs. Stoner. Next shooter, coming out.

Well, these are his markers, but I still don't get it.

What? Why?

Why I backed a loser?

Your college education.

You know, I've been running gambling joints for a long time.

I'll tell you one thing.

He sure talks good.

But I'll bet he runs faster.

That's all right.

I'll keep an eye on him.

Tough luck.

I saw you at the game.

You a loser, too?

Nope. An investor.

In what?

You.

I bought up your markers from Vincent.

What?

I'll let the man I work for explain.

Let go. I'm not going anyplace with you.

I don't want to hurt you.

Let go. I'm not going anyplace with you.

Come on, man. Let go. Hold it right there.

I said hold it right there.

I'm warning you!

Sorry for the delay.

I flew in from Tulsa as fast as I could. The policeman there confirmed my

suspicion.

You're sure it was one of Quaid's robots?

Well, how far do you think it could run with three bullets in your stomach?

It also could have missed.

Point blank?

Bulletproof vest?

With one of these, it wouldn't matter.

And you're convinced it was a robot, John?

No question about it.

How nice to see you. Thank you so very much for coming.

All right.

What's the joke?

Oh, I would say $200,000 is serious business.

I don't get it.

Well, actually, it's quite simple. You see, I'm like you in a way. A gambler.

Not at dice, but at life.

I believe I understand people and their motivations.

For instance, I know you're the brother of Nick Stoner.

I know you've been shorn from the family like a black sheep you are.

And I know at the present you have nothing to gain from the stoner oil

empire. But I'm willing to bet that someday you will.

Friend, you are a gambler.

Then you won't be surprised by my offer.

This document signs over to me 51% of all your present and future holdings in

stoner oil.

All of your IOUs will be destroyed. You'll be totally out of debt. Plus,

I'll give you a fresh stake, $50,000.

Do things work out?

We're both rich.

If not, I lost.

But for once in your life, you can't lose.

Wait a minute. This could mean millions of dollars.

Or not a quarter.

The only way I get the company is if something happens to Nick.

No, there is another possibility, the one that I'm willing to bet on.

You see, I firmly believe that two brothers cannot stay strangers.

Someday they will forget their past differences, eventually patch things up

and get back together.

I don't know.

I don't like it.

Then you have a simple option. Pay me the $200,000 you owe me.

You know I can't do that.

Well, eventually you will have to deal with my associate here, and he's

outrageously persuasive.

Tell you what I'll do.

I'll sign this paper.

If I have the option of paying you back within 24 hours.

Of course.

24 hours.

The officer definitely identified the other man as Dean Stoner. We did a quick

check on him. He's been a compulsive gambler all of his life.

That's why the old man left the other son, Nick, in a first position.

Well, a police report said that Vincent, that's the man who owns a gambling

casino, sold Dean's $200,000 marker to a man named Jason.

Now, this is the officer's description of the robot.

If it's the man who bought the marker.

Jason.

And you figure Quaid somehow intends to move in on that oil jungle through Dean.

That's right.

And Quaid knows the primal law.

When you go for the jugular, you better not miss.

Nick Donner?

Yeah. I'm John Moore.

Look, Mr. Moore, I did a lot of thinking after I talked to you, and I can't seem

to come up with a motive.

This Quaid, a man I never even heard of, why would he possibly want to kill me?

Have you checked the price of oil lately?

Those are pretty high stakes.

Stakes?

Is my brother Dean involved in this somehow?

Yeah, he lost $200,000 gambling, and we think Quaid bought up his IOU.

Quaid, robots, programming. You really believe all that stuff you're talking

about on the phone?

It's all true.

And that's why I'm asking you again, Nick, to stay out of sight for a little

while, just long enough for us to find him. Look, Moore, I have one vice, and

that's football.

And my team's on the way to the Super Bowl, and I'm having problems with my

players.

So if you think I'm going to miss one practice or the game on Sunday, you got

another thing coming.

I don't intend to run scared, and I'm definitely not going to change my

lifestyle.

Nick, it's not your style I'm so interested in. It's your life.

And if you don't hang on to the latter, style isn't going to matter very much.

You mind if I look around a little?

Cut them up.

Get that stuff out of here.

Hey,

little brother.

For the price of that suit you're ruining, you could hire yourself three

more hands.

Well, Dean, why don't you try your hand at it for once?

Can't roll them or shuffle them. It ain't my game.

I never could understand why you want to work so hard.

You've got enough money for 50 lifetimes.

60, the way you spend it.

Not even one the way you do. That's probably why you're here, right?

Right again, little brother.

200,000, I'll handle it nicely.

Damn it, Dean. When are you going to grow up?

Tomorrow soon enough.

You know, you keep losing heavy on heavy.

I'm all off.

I still don't see why you gave him 24 hours.

His brother's always paid off his debts before.

Before is not now.

His brother has seen the light, even if Dean hasn't.

You know how much I've laid out for you?

I appreciate that.

You can be easy. This is the last time.

You bet.

You know what I did?

What's that?

I joined Gamblers Anonymous.

You what?

That's right.

See, I wanted to find once and for all what was ruining your life.

Well, I found out I was at fault, too.

You see, I thought I was doing the right thing by helping you out whenever you

lost. But I wasn't.

I was just feeding the disease.

And you can't pay, you can't get any credit.

That way you're going to have to quit.

It must be painful for Ned to refuse his own brother.

But it truly is for Dean's own good.

It doesn't hurt you either.

Oh, I'm quite certain of that.

I know you're tired of bailing me out, but this is kind of special.

A fellow I owe the money to and tended to get rough.

I can't, Dean.

I really can't.

Hope you make enough for another 50 lifetimes, little brother.

Get to live more.

Hey, Dean.

You know how I feel about you.

Sure I do.

You love me.

Like a brother.

Everybody take a break.

Foley, can I also see the stadium now?

Yes, the other robot is there.

What are you doing?

Stay low and move back.

You all right? Yeah, yeah, thanks.

You convinced?

Absolutely. All right, you do what I tell you.

Whatever you say, as long as it's on a football field.

Go!

I'm confused.

Do we kiss or shake, boss?

We leave the past where it is.

Did Professor Oppenheimer brief you? Down to the last transistor.

John, I'm frankly surprised you sent for me.

I need help.

You're an expert, aren't you?

Well, I'm glad to see your ego is in good shape, considering you taught me

everything I know.

I've set up security on the stadium.

A quake could strike from anywhere, even the field.

All that security should keep the robot out.

I think it's too late for that.

My hunch is it's already in.

And that's where I come in. Yeah, I want you to watch Danny and the cheerleaders.

Get a line on the players.

Keep your eyes and ears exposed to everything that happens on that field.

I'll have a lot more than that exposed.

Five, six, seven, eight, one, two, three.

Come on, let's go.

7, 8, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

6, 7, 8, 1, 2.

The

Rams

made it to the Super Bowl. Now it's our turn, right?

We got the best defense.

Right?

The best offense.

Well, I'm ready to go, Chief.

Good. Keep your eyes open and learn how while I play.

We got the best one-two punch in the league.

First punch will be enough.

Let's just hope it takes us all the way.

I feel it in my bones.

Let's make the other team feel it in theirs.

keep together, kids.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven, eight.

One, two, three.

A lot of people out there watching you.

Six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six. Let's keep it together. Move the pom-poms.

Smile. Personality. There's a lot of people out there. Let's do it.

Put a lot of work in this. Make it look good.

That's it.

Get him up in the air, all right.

Looks like he ain't got a bone in his body.

Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

Good morning, Roberta.

Good morning, sir.

Did you bring me the information on the woman who's joined Moore?

Yes.

She's Pamela Williams.

She was discovered and brought into Delos by Simon Quaid.

She became an expert on robots.

Then she worked under John Moore and became a highly talented undercover

operative.

Yes, I taught her myself.

While I was with Westworld and still under the delusion that science and not

money was humanity's first priority.

What do you think John Moore intends to do?

Oh, I'm beginning to love that name.

Roberta? Yes, sir?

Go to tape 41, please.

This is a top priority.

You are to return immediately and activate model 618.

Basic tape structure is sufficient.

Wipe out stripes 3, 8, and 14 and program with the new data you have on

Pamela Williams.

Have Lawrence structure and program likeness, attitude, and character.

Compute how long that will take, please.

The model will be ready and functioning in nine hours, 38 minutes.

Excellent. Thank you, my dear.

Found our Trojan horse.

Are you all right?

I just don't tackle. I'm not wearing any padding.

What are you doing down here anyway?

I was looking for a way out, trying to find a dressing room.

I'm really sorry.

I only act that way in this uniform.

Away from here, I'm basically shy.

Please accept my apologies.

It's all right.

Then I could have another chance.

Well, I don't think I could ever catch one of your passes.

Don't worry. I won't throw one.

Tonight? Eight o'clock?

Certainly aren't confident.

He must be a Sagittarius.

Right.

You believe in astrology?

Well, it's a good way to learn about character.

Take him for instance.

Clyde. He's a Taurus. It's a ball.

Oh, you're not kidding.

Never say move around him.

Right. Now, if someone on your team were to suddenly be different from the way

they normally were, you'd notice it right away because it's not in their

sign. See what I mean?

Mike Roth.

We'll talk about him later.

Later. Eight o'clock? You bet.

Hey, you're not that good, you hear me? You are not that good. I realize I'm on

the orders from Mr. Stone to let you work with my girls, but it's my

reputation that's on the line. If you can't cut it, you're out. You're out if

you can't cut it.

Instead of flirting around with all the glamour boys, why don't you go and work

out the routines like everybody else?

You understand?

Front line winner, seven. Pay the line.

Grab that hard way over there, Charlie.

That big eight.

Here, we're looking for a point. That's the man.

Eight. It's a hard eight. Pay the hard eight. Eight is the point.

You'll best go.

Eight is the point.

How much, Charlie?

Dean Stoner?

Yeah.

Name's John Moore. I'm a friend of your brother's.

On an errand of mercy?

No, I want to talk to you about that IOU Simon Quaid bought.

Nothing to talk about.

Quaid's a gambler.

Like me.

He's no gambler and he's not like you.

He only deals in sure things.

What's that got to do with me?

Looks like he wants to take over Stoner Oil.

Over Nick's dead body.

Exactly.

What are you talking about?

Well, when you made that deal with Quaid, you may have signed your

brother's death warrant.

Look, Nick and I have never been close, okay?

Probably the only thing we got in common is our name.

Now, I'm not particularly happy about that, but I'm not sad enough to want to

get him killed.

Excuse me.

You can lie to yourself, but don't lie to me.

Now, what was the deal you made with Quaid?

Signed over 51% of stoner oil.

If I ever took over.

Don't you see there's only one way you can?

Look, Dean, sometimes a man gets himself into a spot where all he can think about

is how to survive.

He doesn't see all the other people around him getting maimed.

He gets two in ten on himself.

I think that's where you're coming from.

What can I do?

You can help me find Quaid.

Why?

Robot.

I really did sign Nick's death warrant.

Where are you going?

You can help me find Quaid. Oh, no, it's too dangerous. He's a killer robot. I

know how to handle him. You stay right here.

Better me than you. Sorry, John.

So you've noticed some changes in Mike Roth?

Yeah. When he first showed up at camp, I liked him.

Tried to help him learn the ropes, even though he was my backup quarterback.

But lately, I don't know, he's been acting like a jerk.

The last few days he's been keeping to himself, you know, like he doesn't want

anybody around him.

I don't believe it.

I'm beginning to feel like a gossip.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry, I never had so much fun in my life, but I, uh...

I do have a personal question.

What?

How do you like your eggs?

Fried. Big bacon?

Love it. Why?

I'm planning our breakfast menu.

I've never met anyone like you, Pam.

You're so down-to-earth, real, honest.

Earl, I don't think... You're not supposed to.

I'm the quarterback.

I call the play.

I take back what I told you.

I will throw a pass.

Thank you for a wonderful evening, Earl.

Good night, Pam.

Good night.

Pamela.

You look sensational.

You're as beautiful an enemy as you once were a friend.

Simon, I was hoping we'd meet.

Why? To stumble down memory lane.

It's hard to believe that a man I knew so well could have changed so much.

The ability to change is a sign of maturity.

In fact, I would be delighted if your own priorities were in a row.

If you could look at Delos in its true perspective.

No matter how much power you may think you have. No, not think, my dear, no.

An occasional setback won't deter me.

There are merely battles in a war between expediency and ethics.

You call yourself ethical.

I didn't debase my machines into playthings. Nor did I use the finest

electrical circuitry ever achieved by man to make a toy.

But most importantly, I did not exploit man's meaner nature.

Play things that could serve humanity.

In the name of good. What evil is done?

What is good and who is evil?

Usually the one in power has the most valid point of view.

Hello, Pam.

How do you like the way you look?

I'll have to remember to keep my mouth closed.

It's unattractive when I gawk.

How did you put it together so quickly?

I already had most of the tapes programmed.

It's merely a matter of making some minor adjustments and putting her in the

proper machine.

You.

What are you programmed to do?

Kill John Moore.

1, 2, 3, 4, don't rush, 7, 8, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6,

7, 8, 1, 2, 3, 4.

Look, you want me out of here, I'll go. Just say it.

Will you stop it?

Why are you using him so much?

Roth has to be ready.

In case it'll happen to you.

Mr.

Moore, we just had a call from Dean Stoner. And what did he say?

Says he wants you to meet him at the Tulsa Hotel.

Says it's urgent.

Pam, baby.

Pam, Dean's in trouble. I want you to...

Settle for next time.

Do I take it off? No scream?

What's your name?

Jason.

When were you built, Jason?

A long time ago in Westworld.

I've since been adapted by Mr. Quaid.

Are you switching to your emergency charge?

I'll have more than enough time left.

Left to do what?

The plans have changed.

I'm going to kill you.

His plexus is in his left side.

What are the odds am I making it?

Look, the guy in the hall says about a thousand to one.

Sucker bet.

Come on, it's just a slight concussion. You'll be throwing sevens before you

know it.

Nah, I don't think so.

Little brother, you were right to cut me out.

I don't even enjoy gambling anymore, you know. It's like a rash.

Feels good when your first scratch pretty soon all does hurt like hell.

Huh, Nick.

Looks like people do change.

I'll try and make it up to you.

Don't you get carried away, little brother.

No matter how hard we'd try, instead of five minutes, we'd be right back at each

other's throats.

I'd lay three to one on it.

That's a sucker bet.

It's a mess in there.

Joe, how long do you think it'll take?

Problem is to find the right wire to attach the right wire. The tape's the

same. It's a mammoth job.

I'll tell you when I'm finished.

You know, her programming could tell us how Quaid intends to kill Nick.

Nothing personal, Pam.

Enough is enough. A girl had some pride.

I've always been more fearful of fear than what I've actually been afraid of.

There you go.

Thanks.

But you're right, John.

Football game isn't worth dying over. I'll watch it on TV. That way the

security can be more effective.

What's wrong?

I'm wondering about security altogether.

About how Quaid's robot will make its move.

What do you mean?

Quaid just can't kill you. You're too important.

Murder charges would have to be brought against someone and your whole company

would be under investigation.

He's got to make it look like it was an accident, like he tried to do out at the

oil field.

You're right.

I'm just glad Dean's not involved in this.

How's he doing?

He's on the mend.

Patched up.

Like you two, huh?

I got a new motto.

Live and let live.

No pun intended, all right?

press conference.

Together now.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five, six,

seven. All right, all right, kids. All right, take a break.

That'll do a little game time. Thank you very much.

If I were you, I'd practice.

Wouldn't hurt you. Okay?

You hamster, look what you've done. I'm wounded.

Blood? Of course there's blood. What did you expect? What, do you think I'm one

of those dumb football dinosaurs that doesn't know when he's hurt?

Come on, leave me alone, will you? Don't touch me. Just don't touch me. Do me a

favor. Stop following me.

Got anything?

A start. I haven't been able to unscramble at all. Let's hear the tape.

The rest is still gibberish.

Let's keep at it.

I still think it's too dangerous for you to be this close to the action.

I have no choice.

Take a breath.

Maybe for the season.

Hold on to it. Try your hands.

We have just seen a fortuitous demonstration, Foley.

John, I look better than that, don't I?

Thanks for the memory.

What do you have?

Three words.

Any ideas?

On the field just now, Roth threw a football.

Well, he's supposed to do that.

He threw it so hard the end couldn't hold on to it. He got mad.

John. What?

The end called to throw a bullet.

Missile.

Missile.

But that would be murder. You said it had to be an accident. No, it would be.

Out of anger, fury, a jilted quarterback disappears, never to be found.

No, it's Roth.

Let's go for the touchdown.

Activate the robot.

No, it's not Roth.

It's Earl.

Pam, call the police. Quaid's probably around here to pick up the robot when

he's finished.

The quarterback situation is still up in the air.

The coach will have to make that decision.

Come on, Nick. You run this team.

Who's it going to be?

Roth or Earl?

Well, they're both top men.

But it's a young man's game, isn't it?

Quarterbacks are like actors.

The public expects outbursts of temperament from them, especially if

they feel threatened.

And I'm washed up at 34.

Is that it?

I carry you up to now and some young stud shows up and suddenly I'm supposed

to go on relief?

Earl, what the hell happened to loyalty?

Or confidence?

Or just common decency?

You're like all the rest.

You're a vulture.

Here's one piece of meat you're not going to be feeding off of anymore.

Earl, just settle down, you hear me? Shut up!

You're through.

I wouldn't play for your team if my life depended on it.

Ruined my career, my whole life.

This is Quaid. Get out of there now.

Everyone stay back.

This is Quaid.

Skip immediately to tape 71.

Your target is visionary.

Kept the man in front of you.

with Dean Stoner isn't worth the paper it's written on now.

Get us out of here fully quickly.

I still can't believe he was the robot.

Yeah, fool you. He really must have been perfect.

Oh, he was.