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[MUSIC PLAYING]
[HELICOPTER WHIRRING]
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.
There's a killer robot.
I know how to handle him.
You stay right here.
[STATIC]
What are you programmed to do?
Kill John Moore.
NARRATOR: It began with Westworld.
3, 2, 1--
activate now.
NARRATOR: A futuristic playground
where people could act out their fantasies
with robots so sophisticated it was impossible to tell them
from humans.
Your move.
[GUN SHOT]
NARRATOR: 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 placed robots all over the world.
He wants it all.
He has one heck of a good chance of getting it
with those robots.
NARRATOR: 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 machines.
[CHATTER, SHOUTING]
Place your bets.
[CHATTER, LAUGHTER]
Easy six.
Place your bets.
[STATIC]
$5,000 on [INAUDIBLE].
Easy six.
Nine, looking for a nine, nine's the point.
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 Tulsa Lourdes.
[CROWD GROANS]
Seven!
Tap out.
The line loses.
$10,000.
Place your bets.
How deep are you going in?
The 200,000, that's it.
Sorry, Mr. Stoner.
Next shooter, coming out.
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.
[STATIC]
Tough luck--
I saw you at the game.
You a loser, too.
No-- an investor.
In what?
You-- i bought up your markers from Vincent.
Why?
I'll let the man I work for explain.
Hey, let go.
I'm not going any place with you.
I don't want to hurt you.
Then let go!
I'm not going any place with you!
Come on, man!
Let go!
Hold it right there!
I said hold it right there!
I'm warning you!
[FIRES GUN]
[GUNFIRE]
[STATIC]
Sorry for the delay.
I flew in from Tulsa as fast as I could.
The police there confirmed my suspicions.
They're sure it was one of Quaid's robots.
Well, how far do you think you could run with three
bullets in your stomach?
He also could've missed.
Point blank?
Bullet proof vest?
Well, with one of these, it wouldn't matter.
And you're convinced it was a robot?
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.
Again, 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.
If 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 and 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 is outrageously persuasive.
All right.
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 the first position.
Well, the police report said that Vincent, that's
the man who owns the gambling casino,
sold Dean's $200,000 marker to a man named Jason.
Now this is the officers description of the robot.
Fits 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.
[CAR ENGINE RUNNING]
[CAR DOOR CLOSING]
Nick Stoner?
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 told me about the phone?
It's all true.
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 the Super Bowl.
And I'm having problems with my players.
So if you think I'm going to miss one practice and 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.
If you don't hang on to the latter,
your style isn't going to matter very much.
You mind if I look around a little?
[GRUNTING]
Go ahead.
Tighten him up.
Get that stuff out of here!
Mr. [INAUDIBLE]?
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?
No, thanks.
If I can't roll them or shuffle them, it ain't my game.
I never could understand why you want to work so hard.
You got enough money for 50 lifetimes, 60 the way
you spend it.
Not even one the way you do, which is probably
why you're here, right?
Right again, little brother.
$200,000 will handle it nicely.
Damn it, Dean.
When are you going to grow up?
Tomorrow soon enough?
Yeah.
You keep losing heavier and heavier and more often.
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 much I laid out for you?
I appreciate that.
You can be easy.
This is the last time.
I 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 when you lost.
But I wasn't.
I was just feeding the disease.
When you can't pay, and you can't get any credit,
that way you're going to have to quit.
It must be painful for Nick 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.
The fellow I owe the money to intends to get rough.
I can't, Dean.
I really can't.
Hope you make enough for another 50
lifetimes, little brother, and get to live them all.
Hey, Dean!
You know how I feel about you.
Sure I do.
You love me like a brother.
All right, everybody take a break!
Foley, can I also see the stadium now?
Yes.
The other robot is there.
FOOTBALL PLAYER (ON TV): Ready, break!
[PLAYER CHATTER]
Hey!
[SIRENS SOUNDING]
What are you doing?
Stay low and move fast!
You all right?
Yeah, yeah, thanks.
You convinced?
Absolutely.
And you'll do what I tell you?
Whatever you say, as long as it's on a football field.
Go!
[PLAYERS SHOUTING]
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
Well.
I'm confused.
Do we kiss or shake, boss?
We leave the past where it is.
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.
FOOTBALL PLAYER: Set.
Hut!
Hut!
Hut, hut!
Hut!
[PLAYER CHATTER]
Set up security on the stadium.
Quaid 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.
We'll have a lot more than that exposed.
5, 6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3, 4, 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.
[PLAYERS SHOUTING, GRUNTING]
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
The Rams made it to the Super Bowl.
And now it's our turn, right?
[CHEERING]
Quiet.
We got the best defense, right?
[CHEERING]
The best offense.
But I'm ready to go, chief.
Good.
Keep your eyes open and learn how while I play.
[BOOING]
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.
CHEERLEADING COACH: 1, 2, 3, 4--
Let's make the other team feel it in theirs.
[CHEERING]
How are you?
[INAUDIBLE].
How's it going?
It's quiet.
CHEERLEADING COACH: Keep together kids.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3-- a lot of people out there watching you.
6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6-- let's keep it together!
Move the pom poms.
And smile, personality-- there's a lot of people out there.
Let's do it!
[POM POMS SWISHING]
Come on.
Put a lot of work in this.
Make it look good!
That's it!
Get this-- that's-- get 'em up in the air.
Right.
Looks like he hasn'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?
I'm beginning to loathe 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.
We found our Trojan horse.
Hey, catch!
Are you all right?
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.
You think I'd 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?
You certainly are confident.
You must be a Sagittarius.
Right.
You believe in astrology?
Well, it's a good way to learn about character.
Take him, for instance.
[INAUDIBLE]?
He's a Taurus, the bull.
Oh.
You're not kidding.
Never say moo 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 Ross-- we'll talk about him later.
Later?
8:00.
You bet.
Hey, you're not that good.
You hear me?
You are not that good.
I realize I'm under orders from Mr. Stoner
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 glamor boys,
why don't you go and work out the routines
like everybody else?
You understand?
[CHATTER]
Eight.
It's a hard eight.
Stay with the hard eight.
[CHATTER]
Are you Stoner?
Yeah.
I'm 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.
Mm-mm.
He's no gambler, and he's not like you.
He only deals in sure things.
What's that got to do with me?
Well, it looks like he wants to take over Stoner Oil.
Ha ha.
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, OK?
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?
I signed over 51% of Stoner Oil, if I ever took over.
But 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 too intent on himself.
I think that's where you're coming from.
What can I do?
You can help me find Quaid.
Why?
The robot!
Get his feet!
Come on, Dean!
I really did sign Nick's death warrant.
Where you going?
- He 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.
Oh!
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.
Last few days, he's been keeping to himself.
You know, like he doesn't want anybody around him.
Hey.
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 do have a personal question.
What?
How do you like your eggs?
Fried.
Dig 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--
Oh, 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.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
Thank you for a wonderful evening, Earl.
Goodnight, 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.
They're 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
by amusing him with playthings.
Playthings 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,
at least the most effective.
Let me show you.
Foley?
[STATIC]
Hello, Pam.
How do you like the way you look?
I have to remember to keep my mouth closed.
It's unattractive when I gawk.
How did you put her 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.
CHEERLEADING COACH: 1, 2, 3, 4, don't rush, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
[PLAYERS SHOUTING]
[THUD]
[WHISTLE BLOWING]
[CLAPPING]
[LAUGHTER]
Look.
You want me out of here.
I'll go.
Just say it.
Earl, will you stop it?
Why are you using him so much?
Roth has to be ready in case something happens to you.
Grow up.
Mr. Moore?
I just had a call from Dean Stoner.
And what did he say?
He says he wants you to meet him at the Tulsa Hotel.
Says it's urgent.
Pam, maybe--
[STATIC]
Pam, Dean's in trouble.
I want you--
Pam!
Pam!
What's the matter?
We'll settle for Nick's daughter.
[TELEPHONE RINGING]
If 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.
[STATIC CRACKLING]
What are the odds of my making it?
Well, 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.
No, I don't think so.
Little brother, you were right to cut me off.
I don't even enjoy gambling anymore, you know?
It's like a rash.
Feels good when you first scratch.
Pretty soon, all it does is hurt like hell.
Well, 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 try, inside of five minutes,
we'd be right back at each other's throats.
I'd lay three to one on it.
It'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 has some pride.
FOOTBALL PLAYER: Set, hut!
I've always been more fearful of fear
than what I've actually been afraid of.
Here you go.
Thanks.
But you're right, John.
A football game isn't worth dying over.
I'll watch it on TV.
That way the security can be more effective.
What's wrong?
Well, I'm wondering about security
all together, 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 is 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?
I got a press conference.
Together, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7--
all right. All right, kids.
All right.
Take a break.
That'll do till game time.
Thank you very much.
If I were you, I'd practice.
Wouldn't hurt you, OK?
[GLASS BREAKING]
[INAUDIBLE].
Look what you've done!
I'm wounded!
Blood?
Of course there's blood. What did you expect?
What?
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.
And do me a favor.
Stop following me!
Got anything?
A start--
I haven't been able to unscramble it all.
Let's hear the tape.
[TAPE REWINDING]
[TAPE PLAYING]
MAN (ON TAPE): You're right.
[STATIC]
The rest is still gibberish.
Let's keep at it.
[TAPE STOPS]
[TAPE REWINDING]
[TAPE PLAYING]
MAN (ON TAPE): Build.
[INAUDIBLE]
[STATIC]
Missile.
Build.
[TAPE STOPS]
I still think it's too dangerous for you
to be this close to the action.
I have no choice.
Taking a rest?
Maybe for the season.
[PLAYER CHATTER]
FOOTBALL PLAYER: 223!
FOOTBALL PLAYER: 223!
FOOTBALL PLAYER (ON TV): Set!
Hut!
Hut!
[PLAYERS GRUNTING]
FOOTBALL PLAYER (ON TV): Out!
FOOTBALL PLAYER (ON TV): Hey, man,
What the heck are you doing?
I mean, I'm only 10 yards away.
How do you expect me to hold onto a bullet?
No, hands-- you should have held on to it.
Try your hands.
We have just seen a fortuitous demonstration, Foley.
[TAPE PLAYING]
[STATIC]
MAN (ON TAPE): Missile.
Build.
[INAUDIBLE]
Missile.
Build.
[INAUDIBLE]
Missile.
Build.
[INAUDIBLE]
[TAPE REWINDING]
John, I look better than that, don't I?
Hm.
Thanks for the memory.
What do you have?
Three words.
[TAPE PLAYING]
[STATIC]
MAN (ON TAPE): Missile.
Build.
[INAUDIBLE]
Missile.
Build.
[INAUDIBLE]
[TAPE STOPS]
[SIGHS] Any ideas?
On the field just now, Roth through 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 the throw a bullet.
Missile.
Missile!
But that would be murder.
You said it had to be an accident.
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.
A 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 [INAUDIBLE]?
Well, they're both top men.
[CAMERA SNAPPING]
[STATIC]
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!
But here's a 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!
You ruined my career, my whole life!
[THUD]
This is Quaid.
Get out of there now.
Everyone, stay back!
This is Quaid.
Skip immediately to Tape 71.
Your target is visionary.
Get the man in front of you.
[ELECTRICAL STATIC]
[LIGHTS EXPLODING]
[GLASS BREAKING]
My contract with Stoner isn't worth the paper
it's written on now.
Get us out of here, Foley-- quickly.
I still can't believe he was the robot.
Yeah.
To fool you, he really must have been perfect.
Oh, he was.
[MUSIC - THEME, "BEYOND WESTWORLD"]
[LION ROARING]
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