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'As soon as the sub's
back to port'

'and armed
with the nuclear missiles'

'I'll be ready to take my place'

'among the great powers
on earth.'

He's gotta 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 is.

You are, and I'm not so sure
about myself.

Load the missile tube now.

'Destroy Delos.'

'Oh my God.'

[screaming]

A robot?

Are you telling me
we wouldn't know

if a man were real or not.

Let's face it,
when push comes to shove

it's your wits
against Quaid's machines.

[gunshots]

My move.

[theme music]

- John Moore?
- Yeah.

I'm Laura Garvey.

The wire said 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.'

(male over radio)
'Westworld will activate
in 30 seconds.'

(Laura)
'That day started
like any other.'

'With all the usual procedures.'

(male over radio)
'20 seconds.'

(Laura)
'Those were some of the most
highly trained experts'

'in the world.'

(John)
'What do you mean were?'

(Laura)
'You'll see.'

(male over radio)
'15 seconds.'

'Ten seconds
to activation.'

We're ready on phase 4-4-3.

(male over radio)
'5, 4, 3, 2, 1...'

'Activate now.'

[dog barking]

[salon music]

(John)
'It's hard to imagine'

'the guests could believe
the robots were real.'

(Laura)
'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.'

'Guest and robots mingled.'

'Went about their business.'

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

'Who hasn't dreamed
of beating up the bad guy'

'and facing down a gunfighter?'

Your move.

[gunshot]

'And then it started.'

'The computer control room
was destroyed.'

(John)
'You couldn't
turn the robots off?'

(Laura)
'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)
'Or started following
someone else's.'

[screaming]

No idea
who it might have been?

Him.

(Laura)
'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 quickly.

'I must keep
our radio frequency'

'open to the robot aboard.'

Come right to 0-7-8 degrees.

Eight, not seven.

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

Well,
that wouldn't be equitable.

They've been
on a steady 8 hours on, 4 off.

Sir, article 47 states that

naval disciple is meant for
efficiency, not fairness.

Commander,
you're new on my ship.

Let me tell you
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 Westworld,
or what's left of it.'

'Are all the robots
deactivated?'

'Yes, yes, we left them
exactly where they were.'

[intense music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

Mr. Quaid.

'Identify the man.'

Roberta, shift this
into the Delos integer.

Which Delos file?

You better
try them all, dear.

Right away.

John, if there's one man

I'd wanna see right now,
it's you.

Sorry I couldn't come.
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.

Alright, 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 haven't been out long enough

to fulfill all necessary
requirements for that mission.

This is the captain.
We're going to repeat

that last exercise.

Alright, commander.
Emergency surface the boat.

'- Yes, sir.
- 'Attention all hands.'

'Emergency surface.
Maintain red light conditions.'

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.

Hmm. 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--'

There's 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.'

[intense music]

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

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 gu--.

[gunshot]

Your move.

Your move.

[gunshots]

My move.

[gunshots]

[gunshot]

Come on, get the chopper.
I'll get him.

- Could there be more of them?
- I don't know.

Activate the others.

[helicopter whirring]

'Robot's 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.

It's an interesting point.

Moore did figure out

how to deactivate it.

What's the power time
on model 1-1-4?

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.

- 'What are you going to do?'
- Protect our future.

Destroy Delos.

1-1-6-8-0, 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.'

(Laura)
'Quaid was charming,
he was brilliant'

and his dream was to develop
a harmonious society

with perfectly programmed robots
in charge.

Yeah, lemme 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 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?

'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.

'Meanwhile , I'll need
a crash course on robots.'

I'm very good technically.

'Jan, Oppenheimer.'

Can you meet me
at the annex, please?

And set up the test.

Thank you.

You have to remember
that all these robots

were created with
a certain specialty in mind.

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 reacted only
900 feet per second.

Now that 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 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,
when push comes to shove

it's your wits
against Quaid's machines.

Finished?

Almost.

Wanted you to check
before I closed it up.

Excellent Lawrence,
excellent.

'Thank you, sir. I'm ready
to lock off it's circuitry.'

Fill it's sac with venom

set it's 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.'

When 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.

[indistinct chatter]

- Scrambled?
- Like eggs.

It's from naval intelligence.

[indistinct chatter]

It's the third message
they picked.

All sent to the
nuclear submarine, the Remora.

Can't they break the code?

Since there's no receiver
tuned to that frequency

they can't figure out
what it means.

They asked if we're looking for
this and I said it was.

- 'What'd the computer say?'
- They can't break the code.

But they were able to positively
identify the voice. Simon Quaid.

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

There are over a 100 men
on the Remora.

We have to find out which one
is most critical.

Every man on the nuclear
submarine is critical.

And the Remora's atomic
warhead missile.

The new missile launcher.

That would make quiet the third
greatest power on earth.

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

(male #1)
'Commander, dodge the boat.'

[instrumental music]

Mr. Moore,
I'm Captain Farrell.

It's a privilege
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 do you do?
- Thank you.

This is my executive
officer Miss. Garvey.

How do you do, gentlemen?

Miss, I've to inspect all
equipment brought aboard.

I assure you, Commander

my equipment has been
thoroughly checked.

By naval security before
we boarded their chopper.

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

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

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.
- Is it? Thank you.

This way.

The glow of power.

Atomic source.

John, listen, there's no signal
being sent to this sub now.

Are you sure?

Sorry, I forgot you
are technically superb.

No, I said I was good.

I'm too young yet to be superb.

All hands, testing emergency
reactor shut down system.

[screaming]

- Laura!
- John.

Get her out.

(Dudley)
'I'm sorry, I should've warned,
it's a hydraulic door.'

[intense music]

I bet nobody's ever kicked sand
in your face before, thank you.

Listen now, I would
appreciate it...

...it 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-I sure would
appreciated it if we could

just keep it between ourselves.

(Dudley)
'Okay?'

Sure.

Wait. Do you believe him?

- I think he's a robot.
- You do?

I also think every man
on this sub is, you are.

I'm not so sure about myself.

Let's not get paranoid yet.

Not paranoia,
it's evidence.

But the thing is that if he's a
robot, why did he save my life?

Maybe, you're not
the one programmed to die.

Everything is all set to go,
Mr. Quaid, we can leave now.

Thank you, Foley.

(Mr. Quaid)
Pleasant dreams.

(executive officer)
'Attention all hands,
this is the executive officer'

'the Remora will get
underway at 12:00.'

Mr. Moore, I just
received a message for you.

There's a car
waiting outside.

Thanks, Horton.

Will you
be able to make it?

I'll be here
and if you don't mind

Laura'll stay
till I get back.

Naval Security Headquarters.

[intense music]

[music continues]

(Quaid)
'Don't feel bad, Mr. Moore'

Houdini couldn't get
out of that contraption.

So, you're the Simon Quaid?

- Very astute.
- No, not really.

Heard you live high.

This shack is merely
convenient for our meeting.

That isn't only
a straitjacket you have on.

It's wired polygraphically.

(Mr. Quaid)
'A lie detector if you will.'

'Red light will say lie.
The green one true.'

So, there'd be no
point in your lying.

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've nothing to worry about.

A man in a comma
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 incudes
countries, Mr. Moore.

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

A foot-hold here,
a strangle-hold 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 is you're in power?

Mr. Moore, I am.

I have an impregnable army of
loyal and unquestioning troops.

(Mr. Quaid)
'I've placed robots all over
the world, I've hundreds more.'

'Alright, I'm ready. Now,
is your name John Moore?'

No, Steve Martin, I'm just a--

To give you added incentive

each time you lie,
I'll press this button.

Mr. Moore, did you
come to Westworld

prepared to face
the gunfighter?

Yes.

[clacking]

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

No.

[clacking]

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

Oh, 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.

(Mr. Quaid)
'Was it blind luck?'

No.

(Mr. Quaid)
'You see, Foley'

I didn't over estimate 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.

[rattling]

[intense music]

[music continues]

Mr. Moore.

The snake will not get tired.

[snake rattling]

[intense music]

[music continues]

[music continues]

[glass shattering]

- Mr. Quaid?
- What?

(Foley)
'You 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.

[foghorn blaring]

- What happened to you?
- I was with the snake.

Anything?

Another peep.

[vehicle revving]

Someone should
get back to Delos.

I've narrowed it down
to the sub's control room.

Check out every man
at station there, please.

For a former all American
jock, you're not too bad.

I suppose you checked out
my birthmark.

- Crescent?
- Star.

Don't you dare.
I know exactly where it is.

[tires screeching]

- Oh, no, sorry, ma'am.
- Okay, okay.

What's going on here?

It's terrible, sir.
I was on my way to pick up

the new beam frequency, sir,
and my accelerator jammed.

Oh, geez, I'm sorry, I...

Alright, Horton.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry.

[intense music]

It could've happened 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.'

[beeping]

Treat him normally for now.

[beeping fast]

[beeping fast]

I will tell you
when to destroy them.

[intense music]

Horton, did the messages
come through here?

No, 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.

This is a radio
direction receiver.

'And someone onboard 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.

[intense music]

[music continues]

[instrumental music]

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 0-4-0.

(Dudley)
'Change course to 0-4-0.'

'Hold that course for two hours
and 16 minutes at Flank speed.'

Aye-aye, captain.

Johnston, set missile
tube number five

'for 6-1-8 over 1-1-1-7.'

'Then load the missile
on it's launcher.'

(Johnston)
'Aye-aye, captain.'

Where'll this
new course take us to?

Roughly there.

From there,
where would 6-1-8 over 1-1-1-7

send a missile?

- Approximately, here.
- A city?

What's the difference? It's only
a marked crisis, a test.

- Nothing's gonna happen.
- Can I get a message out?

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

- It's very important.
- You've to check with the boss.

Can 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 you concern about
that location, Mr. Moore.

But it's a routine maneuver,
I'll explain it to you later.

[instrumental music]

[radio static]

[instrumental music]

Commander, can you break away
for a minute?

Sure.

- I've gotta use a radio.
- Captain say okay?

I wanna keep it a secret.

That's like keeping
creation secret from God.

Farrell runs this place.

I have reason to believe,
he's part of hijack conspiracy

'of this submarine.'

You got the bends.

He's following an entirely
wrong set of orders.

So, tell him.

That won't do any good.

Well, neither will this.

Captain's gonna know
about our conversation.

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

[grunting]

[radio static]

'Professor, emergency
channel from John Moore.'

(John)
'I don't have time.
The Remora is on a parallel'

'course to the coast
for approximately'

'an hour and a half
at Flank speed.'

There's a missile aimed
at 6-1-8 over 1-1-1-7.

And I make that
to be damn close to you.

Laura, get this on the computer.

'The robot is a perfect
Captain Farrell.'

'How do I stop him?'

Has to a 1-1-4 model,
it's a visionary type.

Who did you contact?

Commander, check the frequency.

[radio static]

Lock him up.

[computer beeping]

Mr. Quaid, hurry, something is
wrong, it's from the submarine.

'The robot's using
the emergency signal.'

[computer beeping]

[telephone dial tone]

This is Quaid, move ahead to
tape-9-third-stripe.

(Quaid)
'Red alert, now!'

[bell tolling]

All hands, this is the captain.
Red alert.

Captain.

- Sir, I don't understand.
- I put the ship on red alert.

Red alert means, we're at war
systems are operative and ready.

I know the book, follow it,
until I tell you differently.

There's no turning back
from a red alert.

[helicopter whirring]

(Oppenheimer)
'Yes, I know, I understand.'

Remora's on a red alert.

Every available navy plane
is looking for it.

What are there 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 it somehow.

It's a mixed blessing
if they do.

'What do you mean?'

The navy can't let it
fall in the enemy hands.

The planes have order
to destroy it.

[intense music]

(male #2)
'Task 4-7 control
to Rare Search Blue.'

'Report all sightings.'

(male #3)
'Blue-niner to seven-control,
roger.'

'We're getting
sector 3 sweep.'

'Zero-one to seven-control.'

'Initiating Sonar search.'

'Ten-fourteen to seven-control.'

'Starting sector-4 sweep.'

'Roger, Fourteen'

[music continues]

Thank you.

Oh my god.

What is it?

The Remora's missile
is aimed right at us.

[dramatic music]

[siren blaring]

(male announcer)
'Attention, this is
not a drill.'

'An actual emergency exists.'

'A sonic missile
is aimed at us.'

'Try to keep order.'

'It is not safe
to leave the building.'

'Got to the fallout shelter
in the basement.'

[indistinct screaming]

[music continues]

(male #4)
'Triangulation completed, no
contact in this sector.'

'Maintaining alert,
all hands at battle station.'

(male #5)
'All units, Remora is capable of
tremendous speed and trained'

'to avoid pursuit.'

'If contact is made,
destroy immediately.'

[music continues]

Load the missile tube now.

Then fire it.

[music continues]

Arm the missile in tube-5.

I said "tube-5".

[indistinct screaming]

(male announcer)
'Proceed to the fallout
shelter in the basement.'

'You are urged not to panic.'

'Do not attempt to
leave the building.'

'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 co-operate
by keeping calm.'

[screaming]

(Oppenheimer)
'Laura, you'd better
get outta here.'

'That missile could
be on it's 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.

[dramatic music]

[sighing]

[siren blaring]

Take over.

Fire in the berthing apartment.

Kill the water!

What kind of a trick
you're pulling this time?

Where's the captain?

Lock him in the infirmary!

[dramatic music]

(commander)
'Get him!'

[radio static]

Alright, Parker, drop it!

Drop it!

[music continues]

Turn off the missile loader.

Don't touch,
when we're on red alert.

He's a robot.

And you're crazy!

Alright, watch.

[gunshot]

[thinking]
Has to be a 1-1-4 model,
it's a visionary...

Remove eye-shields, now!

[music continues]

[beeping]

[radio static]

[music continues]

Parker, get on the radio
and call headquarters.

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

What about the...
whatever it is in the tube?

Oh, yeah.

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