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Two canisters.

Uranium 235.

Gone. The bomb is of the utmost importance.

Nothing must stop its delivery.

I've seen people electrocuted before.

He didn't strike me as any different than any other human being.

Human? Of course he was human. What was he supposed to be?

We have to find out which member of your group is a robot and where he's hiding a

nuclear bomb.

What do you think you're doing?

He knows exactly what he's doing.

He's the bomb.

Pam. Pam.

Pam. What happened?

I'm okay.

The bomb's built into him.

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 wits against Quaid's machine.

What the fuck is this?

But you're beside me.

But boy, you can ride me and put your back in my arms. Just to say, go and

give me all your time.

I've never been

We must stop nuclear power plants.

And I want to thank Power and Roof for bringing their fantastic musical for us

here.

This was obviously the mode of entry into the plant.

And the rock group's bus was parked right there. A perfect screen.

We checked their schedule. They were on a tour. And they stopped at the

demonstration on their way to the next engagement at the Sagittarian Theater.

One of Quaid's robots.

Had to be.

Who else could have infiltrated tight security?

Overcome to armed guards, carried off two lead bottles of uranium that weigh

about 400 pounds.

Not to mention the fatal radiation.

That'd have been a human being.

How much time do you think we have before they convert it into a bomb? It's

hard to say.

Here's two charges of uranium-235, one on the top, one on the bottom.

When these two charges are brought together with this triggering device,

boom. Then Quaid's in business.

Why? According to a government intelligence, Quaid has been having

meetings with Hakeem Fadak.

The North African general who wants to be president.

With a little help from an atomic bomb, he just might be able to do it.

Okay, but what does Quaid get out of the deal?

Safe haven once Fedor's taken over the country, or he'd be out of reach of

legal authorities.

Well, if we know that the group is involved in the theft, why don't we just

have them picked up and brought in?

We can't risk tipping them off and either losing the bomb or having the

robot exploded to avoid capture.

Then there's a possibility that the bomb is still there.

We're not sure. We've got to start somewhere.

We can infiltrate the group. We can find him before he finds us.

listening to rock music knowing half the state could blow up in one big mushroom.

Now put that possibility right out of your mind.

You really think it's that easy to do?

No. It sounds good.

Pam, I'm gonna go try and find that uranium while everybody's busy.

Are you Moore or Williams?

Williams. Phone.

John's checking their butts for the uranium canisters now.

Look, I feel terrible behind here with you two sitting there right on top of

that stuff.

What's happening at your end?

Well, I got some pressure from the Feather Boys. They're getting antsy,

plugging up the airports and twiddling their thumbs, waiting for Quaid to make

his move.

They want to move in right now.

Oh, if they did, they could blow the whole thing.

No pun intended.

Well, don't worry about that. I'll keep them at bay.

I hope we're on the right track.

Well, I'm afraid you don't have to worry about that either. Now, while you were

in Ruth, the triangulation came together at the concert.

And Quaid was transmitting to his robot.

Op, there are over a thousand people here now. Yeah, I think we were right in

the first place. Let's concentrate on the group.

Steven!

We'll be right back.

I didn't ever get this way, died by the fire, stranded by the little way.

When Dick was there, nothing was mistreated, allowed the truth to die

unscathed. His mom, she got in trouble.

He's on the road to Colgate. To Colgate. To Colgate.

He's on the road to Colgate.

Any luck?

Yes and no. I found the canisters. They were empty.

There's no uranium.

It's gone.

How about you?

Hop called. There was a triangulation.

One of them is our man.

A thing.

Look, if something's bugging you, don't lay the trip on me.

Something is bugging you, okay?

What, my new toy?

Yeah, your new toy.

Power, do you have any idea how many people get killed racing soft cars?

Come on, you know me. I try something a couple of times, I get bored, I quit.

Not this time.

I quit.

You can go out and cure yourself if you want to, but I'd rather be a divorced

lady than a widowed lady. What happened to the lady who used to go along with

anything?

She grew up.

I mean, how many times do we have to go out skydiving, tobogganing, racing

speedboats? How many kicks do we have to get? What do we have to prove?

How much money? How much success?

You're forgetting how hard we fought to get where we are. Well, where are we,

huh? We're at the top of the heap.

Heap of what?

You're not out trying to kill yourself. What are we doing?

We're out doing one-nighters, recording in the studio, doing interviews.

We don't have any time together anymore.

What kind of life is it, huh?

Name's John Moore. Your manager sent me down here to take over your public

relations. Oh, he did, did he? Yes, ma'am. I'm supposed to slow the train

down just enough to get everybody back on track. Kind of turn the image around

so we all look like one big happy family.

One big happy family.

Well, I wish you a lot of luck.

I'll go get some shots of the group. That's good.

Well, now, that little lady has a big talent.

Short views.

She just needs to be handled right.

Now, Mr. Powell, you're in luck. That's my specialty.

Soft music and kid gloves.

Yeah, well, I handle the music around here, loud or soft.

And as for kid gloves, you keep your hands in your pockets and your nose

clean. Ladies, still my wife, no matter what you read in the papers.

Woo! Woo!

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo! Woo!

Woo!

with John Moore. He's our new paper hanger.

Good to meet you.

Oh, hey, catch you later, John, boy. The 15's down to 12.

If you need anything, give a holler.

Thank you, Power.

Howdy. My name's Moore.

I heard.

It's the new PR.

I'm Ryder.

You a sound jockey here?

Yeah, me and Mace there.

And the people movers.

You name it, we go for it.

It's more effective behind the ears.

Especially at $50 an ounce.

Especially since it is my $50.

Come on, Ian.

Now that's something I'll never understand.

How a beautiful lady like you has to buy her own perfume.

Oh, you'd understand if you had a husband who's only concerned with you

being on stage and being in tune. I guess that's why our friendship means so

much to me.

Terrific.

Power.

Story of my life. Always being hung for a sheep.

What are you trying to do, kill somebody?

If he wasn't, he could have fooled me. I found him in the truck. He was snooping

around like he was gonna... His name's Moore. He's the new PR.

How was I supposed to know?

The last gig we played, some junkie made off of 10 grand worth of equipment.

Mace nearly got fired.

Hey, Moore, no hard feelings, huh?

I mean, you're not gonna tell Power about this.

I was only trying to do my job.

No, it's all right.

Forget it.

Don't tell anybody.

Anything on the radio scan?

We picked up this transmission about two hours ago.

You know, I don't speak gibberish, at least not that dialect. Can you fill me

in on what it's supposed to mean?

We weren't able to break the scramble code, but Oppenheimer did a visual on

the tracings, and one of them matched up with Quaid.

How about the other one?

Nothing in the file we could match up with, but it must be Quaid's robot.

Triangulation give us anything?

Point of origin is somewhere off the coast of North Africa.

So, Quaid's on his way to meet with Fadar.

would be my oyster but but I can't have you my

mama lies no I can't have you my mama lies

You know I will the next time I'm in town.

Goodbye. Bye-bye.

Well, that was mighty pretty, Miss Avery.

What are you doing here?

I saw you leave the hotel. I figured I'd tag along and make a good story.

You breathe one word of this and you're going to be looking for another job.

The band doesn't have anything to do with this. I'm on my own case. Hey,

that's nothing to be ashamed of.

It's not something I want to take any vows for either.

I learned a long time ago, never say no to a lady.

What's the catch?

Just one.

One. No story.

One condition.

Let me take you to lunch.

Deal?

Deal.

So how much is that?

Two dollars each.

Okay. Here you go.

Thank you

Desiree

Get a pen?

Excuse me.

Special delivery for Miss Avery.

Two cold dogs.

Got some food for a hungry lady.

Come on, let me get through here.

All right, Roberta. Make your move on Moore now.

Excuse me, I got some food for... Oh.

Excuse me, ma'am.

Personally, I would have thought that a knife rather than a bug would have been

more effective planted there.

man with your background, you have all the sensitivity of Attila the Hun.

A murder involving Ruth will bring the police swarming in and around the group.

My first priority is the bomb.

Be safe, country.

Things must progress in their natural order.

You're the power.

Thank you.

Boy,

I sure see the advantage of being a rock star. Tell me about it.

You were telling me about how you and Power got together.

Oh, yeah.

Well, Power already had the band when I got to know him.

They were making noise around town.

I started hanging out. Finally, he gave me an audition.

So you two have been living high and cotton ever since, huh?

Sounds good. What's the problem?

Seems like when you can finally afford to have anything you want, you just

don't have the time to afford it.

Plus, Power's changed.

How do you figure he's changed?

Like a machine.

Can't get through to him.

What about the others?

They've all been together as long as I can remember.

Except for Ryder, he's new.

And Mace, he's just muscle all the way up to his hair.

Morris, checking out each of the group's background.

All fine musicians.

Not if he digs too deep.

True.

Well, when he gets to six feet, we'll stop him.

Bobby Joe, he's a real loner type.

But what about you? Oh, nothing much to tell.

Oh, I don't buy that for a second.

You don't seem like the typical PR guy.

Yeah, and that's what the rest of my clients are going to say if I don't get

the cows in before sundown.

Cows?

Sundown? Back to work. Work, work, work.

Now it's more?

They're just friends, people I can talk to. Oh, really?

I don't believe it. You're jealous.

Look, Ruth, this is crazy. I mean, we had such a great thing going.

Going.

Going gone.

Is that how you want it? We don't want the same things anymore.

I want a husband, and you want a playmate.

I want a partner.

You want a co-star.

I want a family.

So, where do we go from here?

We've got a tour to finish, remember?

Pants. How you doing with that garter counter?

I've been through almost every guy's room.

You still look as fresh as a daisy.

You have a one-track mind.

You never complained before.

Anything exciting?

Nothing, including one of them dressed in a towel acting like I was some

groupie.

Don't worry, I handled it.

I'm sure you did. But one of them has got to be the robot.

Well, if it's Spooner or Lingo, Quaid's come up with some very unusual

programming. So you don't think it's either one of them?

Trust me.

impressive array of force, General Fedar.

For the ordinary type of equipment?

Yes.

Probably the best in all of North Africa.

Mr. Quaid, we've been alerted to standby to receive a transmission.

Oh, fine. Thank you, Foley.

Yes, Ryder. The triggering device is completed.

All I have to do now is insert it into the bomb.

Then you're right on schedule. Good.

The ETA will be 12 noon tomorrow.

If he's ready, why do you wait?

Because of the cover I've arranged to get the bomb out.

How else do you think we could carry out this plan with every airport in the

country alerted?

Now, Ryder, about Mr. Moore.

The bomb is of the utmost importance.

Nothing must stop its delivery.

I'm sure I make myself clear.

Perfectly. Thank you, Ryder.

Within 24 hours, you will have your bomb, and you will be appointing

ambassadors.

I'll look forward to that.

But you have certain reservations.

Being the intelligent man you are, you can't help but wondering, why is Quaid

willing to turn over such an awesome weapon as this to me and not retain

control of himself?

And rightly so.

A man could not have made such a spectacular rise to power as you have,

General, without possessing a logical mind.

A mind that quickly grasps the ramifications of having such an awesome

weapon at his disposal.

Well, the takeover of your present government would be instantaneous.

Overnight, your nation would be propelled into the brotherhood of

nuclear powers.

And you, General, an international figure to be reckoned with, respected,

feared. And you, Mr. Quaid? It always gets down to it, doesn't it?

What's in it for me?

A home, General.

A place where I can continue my work unmolested, and at the same time, the

opportunity of serving a man of your caliber as advisor, providing you with

counsel, scientific knowledge, and of course, the total and loyal support of

my robots.

I am speaking of absolute power.

But what happens if... General, you surprise me.

You're too perfect.

To be replaced.

As flawless as my robots might be, none could serve such a... such a

fiery leader as yourself.

Perhaps you, yourself, might.

I'm a man of science. I... I will remain in the shadows, and you... you will have

the spotlight.

You will have the power, General. And together we will serve each other's

needs.

I'm a man who believes in living in the present. But in this case, I can't wait

for our future.

I wait for that moment with pleasure.

I assume you want to know what I'm up to.

Well, I'll tell you.

I don't want you to be disappointed after all the trouble you went to. I'm

going to find your robot, and then I'm going to find your bomb, and then I'm

going to find you.

um

How is she?

Broken arm.

The young man was dead before he hit the ground.

That must have come as quite a surprise.

Are you the father?

She's having a baby?

Well, you did know she was pregnant, didn't you? What about Ryder?

I've seen people electrocuted before.

He didn't strike me as any different than any other human being.

Human?

Of course he was human. What was he supposed to be?

Doctor, I'd like to take a look at the body.

I didn't want to see that.

Well, I'm glad we share the same physiological diagnosis.

You had me worried there for a minute.

Professor, red line, John Moore.

John. What did the computer check turn up on the group?

Only one name surfaced. Ryder.

How did you find out?

Well, the hard way. He tried to kill me a little while ago.

What I don't understand is why.

But I know for certain Ryder is not one of the robots.

So he didn't steal the uranium.

But he is on Quaid's payroll. Look, Ryder is a brilliant nuclear scientist

with an insatiable taste for the good life, but universities don't pay as well

as Quaid.

Yeah, but Ryder paid more.

He's dead.

That's too bad. He could have led us to the bomb.

He obviously built it.

And he's probably handed it over to a robot for delivery to Fadar.

Well, the question is, why is the robot in a holding pattern? Why hasn't he

moved with it by now?

Well, he's probably on a schedule, and he has to wait for a prearranged time

for delivery.

Well, we can't let that delivery take place.

Ryder is dead.

always create such problems.

Patch me into reverted operations, please.

Ryder was a gentle person, sweet, kind.

I'm sure when John gets back, he'll explain.

Hello?

Yes, Power, I'll see.

Ruth, babe, are you okay?

I got my arm in a cast, but it's a clean break.

Listen, I'm on my way down there right away, okay?

No, we have to make that gig in Jamaica.

See you at the plane, okay?

So how are you feeling?

Okay.

I think one of you owes me an explanation about what's been going

down.

a little complicated.

Give me the punchline and I'll figure out the rest.

All right.

We have to find out which member of your group is a robot and where he's hiding a

nuclear bomb.

What?

Ready?

All good.

Please advance 514 State 7 and alter second stripe to minus 30. You're moving

up the schedule?

I can't chance any further interference. I want that bomb on the group's plane

now, and I want it armed. Once it's in place, no one would dare get in the way.

Where would the bus and the equipment truck be?

Probably still at the hall.

Mace needs a replacement for Ryder.

Pam, help her pack and get to the airport.

Where are you going?

I'm going to have a little chat with Mace.

Hey, what's going on?

Mace, you here?

How do you feel?

Just like on opening night.

Scared to death.

Booner?

One hour.

I hear you.

Just don't let on that you suspect anything. Try to act normally.

I'll try, but my heart's not in it.

It's in my throat, choking me.

Lingo! It's Ruth!

Plane leaves in an hour.

No sweat. I'll be there.

Bobby Lee.

Plane leaves in an hour.

Bobby Lee, it's Ruth.

What are you doing here?

Waiting for you.

We're leaving a little ahead of schedule.

He knows exactly what he's doing.

It's a bomb.

Shall we go?

And quietly, if you want to stay alive.

Bobby Lee.

What?

The bomb's built into him. What happened to Ruth?

Knocked me out and grabbed her.

I think they went to the plane.

That's how they're getting out.

Hey, what's going on?

Take care of your pretty head.

Get her to a doctor.

From what you've described, the robot is a model J-147.

Yeah, I'm listening.

All right.

The miniaturization resectioning is directly behind the bivisionary quad.

So those shades Bobby Lee always wears aren't just gone Hollywood.

It's a flaw, John, but I don't see how it's going to stop that bomb once it's

been armed.

Joe, I'll talk to you later.

Take off now.

Your lives depend on it. Would somebody mind telling me what... Don't argue with

him. Do just as he said.

I'll need Ruth from the co-pilot's feet.

She stays inside with me.

Now call the tower and get your clearance.

Viscount 65, Charlie, ready to taxi.

Roger, 65, Charlie.

Clear to taxi.

Runway 25.

Roger, 65, Charlie.

65 Charlie, ready to go on runway 205.

65 Charlie, cleared for takeoff.

There's no place to go.

He's immobilized move the robot from visionary to sensory

It's too late, Mr. Quaid.

You know, you always did have a great sense of timing.