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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.

[missile whirring]

[theme music]