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SIMON QUAID: 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.

SIMON QUAID: 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.

SIMON QUAID: Destroy Delos.

LAURA GARVEY: Oh my god.

[SCREAMING]

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.

My move.

John Moore?

Yeah?

I'm Laura Garvey.

The lawyer said urgent.

How bad is it?

It couldn't be worse.

Westworld is destroyed.

LAURA GARVEY: 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.

What happened?

LAURA GARVEY: Westworld shut down each night at 2 AM.

The robots were left where they were deactivated.

At dawn, the computer room went back into operation.

RADIO: Westworld will activate in 30 seconds.

LAURA GARVEY: That day started like any other,

with all the usual procedures.

RADIO: Twenty seconds.

LAURA GARVEY: Those were some of the most highly

trained experts in the world.

JOHN MOORE: What do you mean, were?

LAURA GARVEY: You'll see.

RADIO: 15 seconds.

RADIO 2: What was that?

No grounding, unit five?

RADIO: Yeah.

RADIO 2: Sign bypass.

I have readings on all units, five included.

RADIO: 10 seconds to activation.

RADIO 2: You ready on phase 443?

RADIO: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Activate now!

[BARKING]

JOHN MOORE: It's hard to imagine that guests could

believe the robots were real.

LAURA GARVEY: Those aren't ordinary machines.

They're complicated pieces of equipment

almost as complicated as living organisms.

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.

LAURA GARVEY: And then it started.

The computer control room was destroyed.

JOHN MOORE: So you couldn't turn the robots off?

LAURA GARVEY: No.

They can go on their own power on a stored charge,

for up to 12 hours.

Suddenly, they just stopped following our instructions.

JOHN MOORE: Or started following someone else's.

[SCREAMING]

JOHN MOORE: No idea who it might have been?

LAURA GARVEY: Him.

Professor Oppenheimer's assistant, Simon Quaid.

Mr. Quaid, 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.

8, not 7!

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.

FOLEY: Mr. Quaid, Westworld, any moment.

LAURA GARVEY: That's Westworld, or what's left of it.

JOHN MOORE: Are all the robots deactivated?

LAURA GARVEY: Yes, yes.

We left them exactly where they were.

Mr. Quaid.

Identify the man.

Roberta, shift us into the Delos integer.

Which Delos file?

You better try them all, dear.

Right away.

John.

If there was one man in the world I'd want

to see right now, it's you.

Yeah, well 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.

ANNOUNCER: Attention all hands.

Emergency surface.

Maintain red light conditions.

o

The man is identified as John Moore.

He's 35.

Graduated Princeton, Phi Beta Kappa.

What's his efficiency rating?

Virtually perfect.

98 in our percentile computer.

Hmm.

Go on.

He's Delos Corporation's chief troubleshooter.

He trains and supervises Delos security personnel

at its plants, factories and mines

in all parts of the world.

As head of Delos security, John Moore also--

Serves 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, hmm?

Program it to kill all three of them.

John, I think all my years of programming are useless.

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

Well, they can only go as crazy as their masters.

You're saying--

What about that former assistant of yours?

Quaid.

Yeah.

He knew as much as I did.

Now, the final chapter of Westworld.

Your move.

I said, your move.

Look, I don't have a gun.

Your move.

Your move.

[CLICKING]

My move.

Go on, get the chopper.

I'll get him.

I'll get him.

Could there be more of them?

I don't know.

Activate the others.

SIMON QUAID: 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.

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 that worried?

Yes.

But keep in mind, people are like robots.

It's the power source behind them that counts.

FOLEY: 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 four.

Wipe from stop six 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 nine, level two.

I will then be in contact again.

LAURA GARVEY: Quaid was charming.

He was brilliant.

And his dream was to develop a harmonious society

with perfectly programmed robots in charge.

Let me guess who would 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.

JOHN MOORE: 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.

JOSEPH OPPENHEIMER: 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 you 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.

Thank you.

JOSEPH OPPENHEIMER: 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, or other cave ins.

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 react

at only 900 feet per second.

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

Wonderful.

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.

Will water 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.

SIMON QUAID: Excellent, Lawrence.

Excellent.

LAWRENCE: Thank you, sir.

I'm ready to lock off its circuitry.

Fill its sack with venom.

Set its reaction span up to maximum, hmm?

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.

Sorry Jan, you can go.

Thank you.

Professor.

Hello, Jan.

Listen to this.

Scrambled?

Like eggs.

It's from Naval Intelligence.

[GARBLED SPEAKING]

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 aboard tuned to that frequency,

they can't figure out what it means.

They ask if this was the kind of thing we were looking for,

and I assured them it was.

JOHN MOORE: What do 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 100 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 has an atomic warhead missile.

The new missile launcher.

That would make Quaid the third greatest power on earth.

Commander, dive the boat.

Mr. Moore, I'm Captain Farrell.

It's a privilege to be on your ship, sir.

My ship?

For 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 do?

This is my executive officer, Miss 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.

The atomic source.

Listen, John.

Listen, that's that.

There's no signal being sent to this sub now.

Are you 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 shut down system.

John!

I'm sorry, I should've warned you.

It's a hydraulic door.

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.

Used to make me work out all the time.

Anyway, I sure would appreciate it if we could just

keep it between ourselves, OK?

Sure.

You believe him?

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.

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, Foley.

SIMON QUAID: 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.

Delos 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,

Laura will stay until I get back.

Fine.

Naval security headquarters.

Don't feel bad, Mr. Moore.

Houdini couldn't get out of that contraption.

So, you're Simon Quaid.

Very astute.

Not really.

I heard you lived high.

The shack was merely convenient for a meeting.

That isn't only a strait jacket you have on.

It's wired polygraphically.

A lie detector, if you will.

The red light will say lie, the green one true.

So there'd be no point in your lying.

There's no point in any of this.

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.

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 a 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 placed robots all over the world.

I have hundreds more.

All right, I'm ready.

Now, is your name John Moore?

No, it's Steve Martin.

I'm just a wild and--

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?

Yes.

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.

You 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, the snake will not get tired.

Mr. Quaid.

What?

You'd better take a look.

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

Moore 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.

So I want you 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.

Now, don't you dare.

I know exactly where it is.

Oh, geeze, I'm sorry.

OK, OK.

What's going on here?

It was terrible, sir.

I was on my way to pick up the new beam frequencies,

and my accelerator jammed.

Oh geeze, I'm sorry.

All right, Horton.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry.

I--

It could happen to anyone.

Sure.

I think my heart's in my mouth.

Better than all over the pavement.

Check Delos.

Yeah.

This is Quaid.

I realize John Moore is aboard.

Treat him normally, for now.

I will tell you when to destroy him.

Horton, do the messages come through here?

No, sir.

How long has he been standing here?

About 10 minutes.

Mr. Moore, you said this was on a need to know priority.

I think it's time.

This is a radio directional receiver.

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?

Trying.

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 flank speed.

Aye, Captain.

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

then load the missile in its launcher.

Aye aye, Captain.

Where does this 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 test.

Nothing's going to happen.

Can I get a message out?

To anywhere in the world, but we're on radio silence.

It's very important.

You'll have to check with the boss.

May I borrow your chart?

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.

Commander, can you break away for a minute?

Sure.

Gotta use the radio.

Captain say OK?

I want to keep it a secret from him.

That's like keeping creation secret from God.

Farrell 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.

Captain is going to know about our conversation.

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

LAURA GARVEY: Professor, emergency

channel from John Moore.

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.

There is a missile aimed at 618 over 1117,

and I make that to be damn close to you.

Laura, get this in the computer.

JOHN MOORE: The robot is a perfect Captain Farrell.

How do I stop him?

Has to be a 114 model.

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 nine, third strike.

Red alert now.

All hands, this is the Captain.

Red alert.

Captain.

Sir, I don't understand.

I've 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 different.

But there's no turning back from a red alert.

JOSEPH OPPENHEIMER: Yes, admiral.

I understand.

The Remora is 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.

RADIO: Seven control to air search

blue, report all sightings.

Blue niner to seven control roger,

beginning sector three sweep.

Kilo one to service control, initiating sonar search.

Attack force team to seven control,

starting sector four sweep.

Roger, fourteen.

LAURA GARVEY: Thank you.

Oh my god.

What is it?

The Remora's missile is aimed right at us.

ANNOUNCER: Attention, this is not a drill.

An actual emergency exists.

An atomic missile is aimed at us.

Try to keep order.

It is not safe to leave the building.

Go to the fallout shelter in the basement.

ANNOUNCER: 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 immediate.

Load the missile tube now, and fire it.

Arm the missile in tube five.

I said, tube five.

ANNOUNCER: 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.

Please cooperate by keeping calm.

Do not panic.

JOSEPH OPPENHEIMER: Laura, you'd better get out of here.

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.

[ALARM]

Take over.

Fire in the berthing compartment.

Secure the water!

What kind of a trick are you pulling this time?

Where's the captain?

Lock him in the infirmary.

Get him!

All right, Parker.

Drop it.

Drop it.

Turn off the missile loader.

Don't touch them.

We're on red alert.

He's a robot.

And you're crazy.

All right, watch.

JOSEPH OPPENHEIMER: That has to be a 114 model.

It's a visionary.

Remove eye shields, now!

Parker, get on the radio and call headquarters.

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

What about the--

whatever it is, in the tube?

Oh, yeah.