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As soon as the sub gets back to port and is fully armed with the nuclear

missiles, I'll be ready to take my place among the great powers on Earth.

He's got to be transmitting to a robot aboard that sub.

The robot is absolutely perfect.

Undetectable. I think he's a robot.

You do.

I also think every man on this sub is. You are, and I'm not so sure about

myself. Load the missile tube now.

Destroy Deleth.

Oh, my God.

A robot.

Are you trying to tell me we wouldn't be able to know if a man were real or not?

Let's face it, John, when push comes to shove, it's your wits against Quaid's

machines.

What's that urgent? How bad is it? It couldn't be worse.

Westworld is destroyed.

Mr. Moore, the destruction of Westworld had nothing to do with your department.

It was an inside job, so to speak. That's not possible. Those people were

carefully screened. It wasn't the people. What do you mean?

It was the robots.

Where's Professor Oppenheimer? He'll meet us at Westworld. Just how much do

you know about Westworld?

I set up security there before it opened, that's all.

The professor's asked me to brief you.

Westworld shut down each night at 2 a.m.

The robots were left where they were deactivated.

At dawn, the computer room went back into operation.

Westworld will activate in 30 seconds. That day started like any other.

with all the usual procedures.

Twenty seconds.

Those were some of the most highly trained experts in the world.

What do you mean, were?

You'll see.

Fifteen seconds.

Ten

seconds

to activation.

You ready on phase four, four, three?

Five, four, three, two, one.

Activate now.

It's hard to imagine the guests could believe the robots were real.

Those aren't ordinary machines.

They're complicated pieces of equipment, almost as complicated as a living

organism.

They're so complex that their circuitry had to be worked out by other computers.

That's what makes them so incredibly real.

Guests and robots mingled, went about their business.

It was a marvelous playground where no one could get hurt.

Who hasn't dreamed of beating up the bad guy or facing down a gunfighter?

Your move.

And then it started.

The computer control room was destroyed.

So you couldn't turn the robots off?

No. They can go on their own power on a stored charge for up to 12 hours.

Suddenly, they just stopped following our instructions.

Or started following someone else.

No idea who it might have been?

Him.

Professor Oppenheimer's assistant.

Simon Quaid.

Mr. Clay, I've intercepted the new beam off the Navy's ocean surveillance

satellite. I'll be right with you.

That's good. Mark it.

USS Remora, right on schedule.

If the Navy changes channels again, find it as quickly as you can. I must keep

our radio frequency open to the robot aboard.

Come right to 078 degrees.

I'll reassign that man when we go ashore, sir.

Well, that wouldn't be equitable. The men have been on a steady eight hours

on, four off.

Sir, Article 47 states that naval discipline is meant for efficiency, not

fairness. Commander, you're new on my ship. Let me give you a clue on how

we'll best get along. Follow the book until it crosses me. Then forget it and

follow my orders.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Quaid, Westworld, any moment.

That's what's world.

Or what's left of it.

Are all the robots deactivated?

Yes, yes. We left them exactly where they were.

Mr. Quaid.

Identify the man.

Roberta, shift this into the Delos integer.

Which Delos file?

You better try them all, dear.

Right away.

There was one man in the world I'd want to see right now. It's you. Sorry, I

couldn't get here. I was in Nicaragua.

Did you brief him? As best I could.

Well, you see what a disaster we've got here.

Oppenheimer's joined them.

Good. One moment.

All right, Commander.

Let's head for port. We can't do that, Captain.

We can do anything I decide.

Of course, sir. But our orders are to get this boat into full fleet service as

soon as possible. It's my duty to remind you we have not been out long enough to

fulfill all necessary requirements for that mission.

This is the captain. We're going to repeat that last exercise.

All right, Commander.

Emergency surface the boat.

Yes, sir. Attention all hand.

Emergency surface.

Maintain red light.

The

man

is identified as John Moore. He's 35, graduated Princeton, Phi Beta Kappa.

What's his efficiency rating?

Virtually perfect, 98 on our percentile computer.

Go on.

He's Delos Corporation's chief troubleshooter. He trains and supervises

Delos security personnel in plants, factories, and mines in all parts of the

world. As head of Delos security, John Moore also... Served the most powerful

corporation on Earth.

The company that took my creations and made them into toys.

What could serve the deepest needs of mankind, Delos used to fulfill

superficial pleasures.

Foley, what's the power time on the gunfighter model?

It has enough power left for five minutes, 45 seconds.

Let's allow Mr. Moore to personally enjoy one of the toys.

Program it to kill all three of them.

John, I think all my years of programming were years of this.

I mean, they just went crazy on me for no reason at all.

Well, they can only go as crazy as their masters and do a thing.

What about that former assistant of yours?

Quaid? Yeah.

He knew as much as I did.

That was the final chapter, it was.

Look I don't have a gun.

Get the chopper. I'll get him.

Got to be more of them? I don't know.

Activate the others.

Robots run out of power.

I was positive the gunfighter could handle more alone.

Only a fool underestimates his adversary.

Why did you start by only activating the one robot?

I was a fool.

Or maybe you overestimated your robot.

That's an interesting point. Moore did figure out how to deactivate it.

What's the power time on model 114?

Six hours, 18 minutes.

Set the transmitter. I have to get a message through to it.

The robot was fully programmed before it boarded the submarine.

My plans have changed.

Moore has you then worried.

Yes. But keep in mind, people are like robots. It's the power source behind

them that counts.

What are you going to do?

Protect our future.

Destroy Delos.

11680, this is Quaid.

I am changing data on tape 14, third track, level 4.

Wipe from stop 6 to stop 19.

Record the following.

After you tie up, I will reprogram tracks 11 and 12.

The head of Delos security, John Moore, may figure out my plans for you and the

Remora. In the event he should intercept, immediately leave

improvisational mode and switch to data tape 9, level 2.

I will then be in contact again.

He was brilliant, and his dream was to develop a harmonious society with

perfectly programmed robots in charge. Yeah, let me guess who'd be in charge of

the robots.

Exactly. Quaid is a self-centered extremist. He hated me when I agreed to

use the robots for the Westworld Entertainment Complex.

Laura? No, thank you.

So Quaid destroyed Westworld out of vengeance.

No question about it.

And he won't stop there.

He wants it all.

He's got one hell of a good chance of getting it with those robots.

I don't envy you, John.

You've been trained to handle human criminals, real people, run down a

fingerprint, check out a psychological background, follow past patterns. But

what do you do with robots?

I'm afraid all of your experience goes out the window.

It's a different kind of criminal.

Well, we're not exactly helpless. I've contacted Washington. They want us to

keep a low profile, and they'll cooperate to avoid starting a panic.

Between the FBI, Interpol, and all the other intelligence agencies, we'll be

able to pick up on any bizarre, unusual crime that might involve Quaid and his

machines. In the meantime, I'll need a crash course on robots.

Well, I'm very good technically.

Jan Oppenheimer, can you meet me at the annex, please?

And set up the tests.

You have to keep in mind that all these robots were created with a certain

specialty.

Anything else?

Delos has been experimenting with robots to take over dangerous jobs.

Now, Jan was built and programmed to help in mining disasters for other

cavemen. She seems so human.

Well, she's much better in some ways.

You see those?

The speed of light.

186,000 miles per second. While our nerves reacted only 900 feet per second.

Now, that's roughly 109,000 times faster than our reactions.

Wonderful. The Quaid got away with over 200 robots like this one.

And he's a programming genius.

I always wondered what made a woman tick.

Each robot's specialty dictates the model's circuitry. It's like

fingerprints. None are the same.

Won't it deactivate her, too?

No, no, no. That's only the gunfighter model.

Direct heat is Jan's weakness.

Each robot has a different weakness.

And calls for a different weapon.

Let's face it, John, when push comes to shove, it's your wits against Quaid's

machines.

Finished?

Almost. I wanted you to check before I closed it up.

Excellent, Lawrence, excellent.

Thank you, sir.

I'm ready to lock off its circuitry.

Fill its sac with venom. Set its reaction span up to maximum.

Yes, sir.

And here, last but not least, is what you might say is her heart.

Everything but a soul.

We're scientists.

And as soon as we find a soul in a person, we'll be able to reproduce it in

a robot.

Shall I put myself together?

Oh, yes.

I'm sorry, Jan. You can go. Thank you.

Hello, Jan.

Listen to this.

Scramble? Like eggs.

It's the naval intelligence.

It's the third message they've picked up so far. All sent to the nuclear

submarine, the Remora.

Can't they break the code?

And since there's no receiver board tuned to that frequency, they can't

figure out what it means.

They asked if this was the kind of thing we were looking for, and I assured them

it was.

But what did the computers say? They can't break the code either.

But they were able to positively identify the voice.

Simon Quaid.

He's got to be transmitting to a robot aboard that sub.

There are over a hundred men on the Remora. The thing to do is find out

which one is most critical.

Every man on a nuclear submarine is critical.

And the Remora's atomic warhead missile, the new missile launcher.

That would make Quaid the third greatest power on Earth.

Commander, dive the boat.

Mr.

Hoare, I'm Captain Farrell.

Privileged to be on your ship, sir.

My ship?

From my orders, the chief of naval operations, no less. I virtually have to

take orders from you.

This is my executive officer, Mr. Parker.

How you doing? This is my executive officer, Ms. Garvey. How do you do,

gentlemen? Miss, I have to inspect all equipment brought aboard.

I assure you, Commander, my equipment has been thoroughly checked.

By naval security before we boarded their chopper.

All right, Mr. Moore, can you tell us what you're after?

I'm sorry, Captain, it's on a need-to-know priority.

Well, if there's any possible danger to our boat, we better hear about it.

You'll be the first to know.

Dudley!

Yes, sir.

Take them through. No secrets.

Yes, sir.

This is the reactor room.

Thank you.

This way.

The glow of power.

Your time looks over.

Okay.

Now, John.

No signal being sent to that sub now. Sure.

Sorry, I forgot you were technically superb. No, I said I was good.

I'm too young yet to be superb.

All hands, testing emergency reactor shutters system.

I bet nobody's ever kicked sand in

your face before. Thank you.

Listen, I would appreciate it.

I would be very glad if we didn't mention this to anybody.

How did you get to be so strong, Dudley? My dad.

He used to make me work out all the time.

Anyway, I sure would appreciate it if we could just keep it between ourselves.

Okay? Sure.

Do you believe him? I think he's a robot.

You do?

I also think every man on this earth is. You are, and I'm not so sure about

myself.

Let's not get paranoid yet.

Why not? Even paranoids have enemies.

The thing is, though, if he's a robot, why did he save my life?

Maybe you're not the one programmed to die.

Everything's all set to go, Mr. Quaid. We can leave now.

Thank you, folks.

Pleasant dreams.

Attention, all hands. This is the executive officer. The Remora will get

underway at 1200.

Mr. Moore, I just received a message for you. Dulles has a car waiting for you

outside. Thanks.

Noon's in four hours. Will you be able to make it? I'll be here, and if you

don't mind, Laurel, stay till I get back.

Fine.

Naval Security Headquarters.

Don't feel bad, Mr. Moore. Houdini couldn't get out of that contraption.

Oh, you're a Simon Quaid.

Very astute.

Not really.

Did you live high?

The shack was merely convenient for our meeting.

That isn't only a straitjacket you have on. It's wired polygraphically.

A lie detector, if you will.

Red light will say lie, the green one true.

So there'll be no point in your lie.

No point in any of it. No point.

A world free of war and hunger and sickness, where the ones in charge will

make decisions without fear or hysteria, without emotions that can inhibit or

influence their minds.

A society free of all personal responsibilities and obligations.

And what about the people whose lives are controlled by the robots?

They're happy. They have nothing to worry about.

A man in a coma doesn't worry either.

Let me tell you something.

The world's values are obscene.

Tell me one thing that money can't buy, and that includes countries, Mr. Moore.

Perhaps not a big one like ours at first, but bite by bite.

A foothold here, a stranglehold there.

Tomorrow, the world.

Well, at least the trains will run on time.

Mussolini? You identify me with the dictator. The man was an egoholic. He

required center stage, balconies, adoring throngs.

I don't care if my name is ever known.

So long as you're in power.

Mr. Moore, I am.

I have an impregnable army of loyal and unquestioning troops.

I've placed robots all over the world. I have hundreds more.

All right, I'm ready.

Now, is your name John Moore?

No, Steve Martin. I'm just a wild... To give you added incentive, each time you

lie, I will push this button.

Now, Mr. Moore, did you come to Westworld prepared to face the

gunfighter? Yeah.

Then you were surprised by the gunfighter's sudden appearance.

No.

Did Professor Oppenheimer figure out the robot's Achilles' heel?

You finally got me.

Yeah.

Was it blind luck, Mr. Moore?

I mean, you didn't know anything.

My robot was unpredictable.

He didn't figure anything out.

Was it blind luck?

No.

You see, Foley, I didn't overestimate my robot. It was blind luck, that's all.

Untie him.

By the way, Mr. Moore, do you like snakes?

Oh, yeah.

Crazy about them.

Another lie.

The truth is...

You'll be found in the desert, the unfortunate victim of a rattler's bite.

Mr. Moore, this bank will not get tired.

What? You'd better take a look.

The snake, it had three hours of power time left.

More must have gotten away.

I must reach the robot on the submarine before it sails.

What happened to you? I was with a snake.

Anything?

Not a peep.

I want you to get back to Delos. I've narrowed it down to the sub's control

room. I want you to check out every man stationed there. Please.

You know, for a former all-American jock, you're not too bad.

So I suppose you checked out my birthmark. Crescent? Star.

And now don't you dare. I know exactly where it is.

Oh, jeez, I'm sorry.

What's going on here?

It was terrible, sir. I was on my way to pick up the new beam frequencies, and my

cellar had jammed.

Oh, jeez, I'm sorry.

All right, Hardin.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry.

I...

Make

it happen to anyone.

Sure.

I think my heart's in my mouth. Better than all over the pavement.

Check, Delos.

Yeah.

This is Quade.

I realize John Moore is aboard.

Treat him normally for now.

I will tell you when to destroy him.

Morton, did a message just come through here?

Oh, sir.

How long has he been standing here?

About ten minutes.

Mr. Moore, you said this was on a need-to-know priority. I think it's

time.

And someone on board this ship just received a message from outside.

That's impossible. No one was over there. Another receiver.

I know it sounds crazy, but it's inside the head of someone in this room.

A robot.

A robot?

Are you trying to tell me we wouldn't be able to know if a man were real or not?

Try.

But why?

He wants to take over your ship.

Have you any idea which one it is?

No, I need more time.

Mr. Dudley, change course to 040.

Change course to 040.

Hold that course for two hours and 16 minutes at flight speed. Aye, Captain.

Johnson, set missile tube number five for 618 over 1117.

Then load the missile in its launcher.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Where will this new course take us?

Roughly there.

Well, from there, where would 618 over 1117 send a missile?

Approximately here.

A city?

What's the difference? It's only a mock crisis, a attack.

Nothing's going to happen.

Can I get a message out?

To anywhere in the world, but we're on radio silence. That's very important.

You'll have to check with the boss.

Didn't borrow your truck.

Captain, can I ask you a question about your new course? What is it?

I know this is a mock attack, but isn't it dangerous to aim a missile at a city?

I understand your concern about that location, Mr. Moore, but it's a routine

maneuver, and I'll explain it to you later.

Come here, Nick. Let me break away for a minute.

Sure.

Got to use the radio.

Captain, say okay. I want to keep it a secret from him. I don't like keeping

creation secret from God.

Pharaoh runs this place.

I have reason to believe he is part of a hijack conspiracy of this submarine.

You got the bends.

He is following an entirely wrong set of orders.

So tell him.

It won't do any good.

Well, neither will this.

The captain's going to know about our conversation.

I figured you'd be too good an officer to convince.

Professor, emergency channel from John Moore.

I don't have time to repeat.

The Remora's on a parallel course to the coast for approximately an hour and a

half at flank speed.

It has a missile aimed at 618 over 1117.

And I make that to be damn close to you.

Mark, it's within the computer.

The robot is a perfect Captain Farrell. How do I stop him?

It has to be on one of the four models. It's a visionary type.

Who did you contact?

Commander, check the frequency.

Lock him up.

Mr. Quaid, hurry.

Something's wrong. It's from the submarine. The robot's using the

emergency signal.

This is Quaid. Move ahead to tape 9, third strike.

Red alert.

I put the ship on red alert. But a red alert means we're at war. All systems

are operative and ready to be triggered. I know the book as well as you do.

Follow it until I tell you differently. But there's no turning back from a red

alert.

Yes, Admiral. I understand.

The Remora's on red alert.

Every available Navy plane is looking for it.

What are the chances of finding her?

It's the most sophisticated submarine we have. Once on red alert, it's

practically undetectable. They've got to find her somehow.

It's a mixed blessing if they do.

What do you mean?

The Navy can't let it fall into enemy hands.

The planes have orders to destroy it.

Thank you.

Oh my God.

What is it?

Triangulation completed. No contact.

This sector maintaining alert. All hands at battle stations.

All units.

Remora is capable of tremendous speed and trained to avoid pursuit.

If contact is made, destroy immediately.

Load the missile to it now.

I'm the missile in tube five.

I said tube five.

Attention, please.

Do not panic.

Proceed to the fallout shelter in the basement.

You are urged not to panic. Do not attempt to leave the building.

The safest place is the fallout shelter.

Security personnel will direct you to the shelter.

Please proceed in an orderly manner. Do not panic. Do not attempt to leave the

building.

That missile could be on its way now.

Professor, I know what you're thinking, but you shouldn't. You didn't create

those machines to become a Frankenstein.

I'm afraid those good intentions could come back to haunt me.

Take over.

Fire in the birthing apartments.

Secure the water.

What kind of a trick are you pulling this time?

Who is it, Captain?

Lock him in the infirmary.

All right, Parker, drop it.

Drop it.

Turn off the missile loader. Don't touch him, Warren Red Alert.

He's a robot.

And you're crazy.

I watch.

Remove eye shield. Now!

Parker, get on the radio and call headquarters.

The planes are probably on their way to destroy the Remora.

Well, what about the... whatever it is in the tube?