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(male narrator) It began with Westworld.

(male #1) 'Three, two, one.'

'Activate now.'

A futuristic playground.

Where people could act out their fantasies

with robots so sophisticated

it was impossible to tell them from humans.

Your move.

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've placed robots all over the world.'

He wants it all.

He has one heck of a chance of getting it with those robots.

Delos! Builders of Westworld must stop Quaid.

Assigned, a security chief John Moore. Assigned is security chief, John Moore

And special agent Pam Williams

Let's face it, John. It's your wits against Quaid's machines.

[theme music]

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

(male #2) 'Place your bet.'

[indistinct chatter]

(male #2) 'Easy six. Place your bets.'

[dramatic music]

'Easy six. Nine. Looking for a nine.'

'Nine is 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 Lurtz.

(male #2) 'Seven. The line loses.'

Ten thousand.

(male #2) 'Place your bets.'

How deep are you gone in?

The 200,000. That's it.

Sorry, Mr. Stoner. Next shooter coming up.

These are his markers, but I still don't get it.

What?

Why?

'Why I back the losers?'

For you college education.

[dramatic music]

You know, I've been running gambling joints for a long time.

I tell you one thing, he sure talks good.

But I bet he runs faster.

That's alright.

I'll keep an eye out.

Tough luck.

I saw you at the game.

You a loser too?

Nope, 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 anyplace with you.

- I don't wanna hurt you. - Then, let go.

I'm not going anyplace with you.

- 'Come on, man, let go.' - Hold it right there.

I said, hold it right there.

I'm warning you.

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshots]

[dramatic music]

Sorry for the delay.

(John) 'I flew in from Tulsa as fast as I could.'

'The police went in there and confirmed my suspicions.'

You'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 have missed.

Point-blank?

Bulletproof vest.

Uh, with one of these it wouldn't matter.

And your convinced it was a robot, John.

No question about it.

[dramatic music]

How nice to see you, thank you so very much for coming.

Alright. 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, a gambler, 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 that you've 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 percent

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.

(Dean) 'Wait a minute. This could mean millions of dollars.'

(Simon) 'Or not a quarter.'

The only way I get the company is if something happens to Nick.

No, there's another possibility

the one that I'm willing to bet on.

You see, that I firmly believe

that two brothers cannot stay strangers.

Someday they'll forget their past difference

'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'll have to deal with my associate here

and he's outrageously persuasive.

Alright. 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.

[dramatic music]

(John) '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 Nick in a first position.

(John) 'Yeah.'

The police report said that the Vincent

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.

(John) '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, uh, this Quaid, a man I've never even heard of.

Why would he possibly wanna 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 think Quaid bought up his IOU.

Quaid, robots, program

you really believe all that stuff you told me about?

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, uh, Moore...'

...I have one vice and that's football.

And my team's on the Super Bowl

and I'm having problems with my players.

Do you think I'm gonna miss one practice, with a game on Sunday?

You got another thing coming.

I don't intend to run scared

'and definitely not gonna change my lifestyle.'

Nick, it's not your style isn't I'm interested in

it's your life.

If you don't hang on the ladder...

...style isn't gonna matter very much.

'Do you mind if you look around a little?'

[instrumental music]

(male #3) 'I got it!'

Go ahead.

Tie them up.

Get that stuff outta here.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

Hey, little brother.

'For the price of that suit you're ruining'

'you can hire yourself three more hands.'

Well, Dean, why don't you try your hand at it for once?

Ah, no thanks.

If I can't roll them or shuffle them it ain't my game.

'I never could understand why you wanna work so hard?'

We got enough money for 50 lifetimes.

(Dean) 'Sixty the way you spend it.'

Not even one the way you do.

It's the probably why you're here, right?

Right again, little brother.

(Dean) 'Two hundred thousand and I'll handle it nicely.'

Damn it, Dean, when're you gonna grow up?

Tomorrow's soon enough?

You know you keep losing heavier and heavier tomorrow.

I still don't see why you gave him 24 hours.

His brother has always paid off his debts before.

Before is not now.

His brother has seen the light, even if Dean hasn't.

(Nick) 'Do you know how much I laid out for you?'

I appreciate that.

You can be easy.

This is the last time.

You bet.

You know what I did?

What's that?

I joined Gamblers Anonymous.

You what?

That's right.

You see I wanted to find once and for all

what was ruining your life.

Well, I found out I was at fault too.

I thought I was doing the right thing

by helping you out whenever you lost, but I wasn't.

I was just feeding a disease.

When you can't pay, you can't get any credit.

That way you gonna 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.

You're tired to bailing me out, but this is kinda 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.

Get to live more.

Hey, Dean...

...you know how I feel about you?

Sure I do.

You love me...

...like a brother.

(Nick) Alright, everybody take a break.

(Simon) 'Foley, can I also see the stadium now?'

(Foley) 'Yes, the other robot is there.'

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

Hey!

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

[siren blaring]

(Nick) What are you doing?

(John) Stay low and move fast.

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

- You're alright? - Yeah, yeah. Thanks.

Uh, you convinced?

Absolutely.

Alright, you do what I tell you.

Whatever you say as long as it's on the football field.

Go!

[all grunting]

Go!

[all grunting]

[whistle blowing]

Well...

I'm confused.

Do we kiss or shake, boss?

We leave the past where it is.

Did Professor Oppenheimer brief you?

Down to the last transistor.

John, I'm frankly surprised you sent for me.

I need help.

You're are an expert, aren't you?

Well, I'm glad to see your ego is in good shape.

Considering you taught me everything I know.

'Hut, hut it, hut. One eighteen. One eighteen.'

(male #4) 'Set. Hut, hut it, hut.'

(male #5) 'Alright, alright, come on, come on.'

(John) 'Set up security on the stadium.'

Quaid could strike from anywhere, even the field.

(Pam) 'All that security should keep the robot out.'

(John) 'I think, it's too late for that.'

'My hunch is, it's already in.'

And that's where I come in.

Yeah, keep a watch on Danny and the cheerleaders.

Get a line on the players.

Keep your eyes and ears exposed

to everything that happens on that field.

I'll have a lot more than that exposed.

(Danny) 'Five, six, seven, eight.'

'One, two, three, four.'

'Come on, let's go.'

Seven, eight. One, two, three, four

five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four.

'Five, six, seven, eight.'

[grunting]

[whistle blowing]

[cheering]

- Hey! - Alright.

The Rams made it to the Super Bowl

now it's our turn, right?

[all cheering]

Alright.

We've got the best defense.

Right?

[all cheering]

'Best offense.'

We'll 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.

Let's make the other team feel it in theirs.

[all cheering]

- How are you? - Good.

How is it going?

It's quiet.

(Danny) 'Keep it together, kids.'

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

(Danny) 'One, two, three...'

Lot of people out there watching you.

...six, seven, eight.

'One, two, three, four, five, six, let's keep it together.'

Move the pom-poms, let's smile

there's a lot of people out there, let's do it.

I've put a lot of work in it, make it look good.

That's it get those... Get 'em up in the air.

(Nick) Looks, like he ain't got a bone in his body.

Yeah, that's what I was thinking.

[dramatic music]

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.

Well, I was with Westworld and still under the delusion

that science and not money was humanity is first priority.

What do you think John Moore intends to do?

Oh, I'm beginning loath that name.

- Roberta? - Yes, sir.

'Go to tape 41 please.'

This is a top priority you are to return immediately

and activate model 6-1-8.

Basic tape structure is sufficient.

Wipe out stripes 3-8-14

'and program with the new data you have on Pamela Williams.'

'Have Laurence structure and program'

likeness and attitude and character.

Compute how long that would take, please.

The model will be ready and functioning

in 9 hours 38 minutes.

Excellent, thank you, my dear.

[instrumental music]

Found our Trojan Horse.

[instrumental music]

Hey, catch.

Are you alright?

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 our dressing room.

Oh, I'm really sorry.

(Earl) 'I only act that way in this uniform.'

Away from I'm basically shy.

Please accept my apologies.

It's alright.

Then I can 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, 8 o'clock?

You certainly are confident.

You must be a Sagittarius.

Right.

You believe in astrology?

Well, it's good way to learn about character.

'Take him for instance.'

(Earl) 'Clyde?'

(Pam) '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 than the way normally were

you'd notice it right away because it's not in there sign.

See what I mean?

Mike Roth.

We'll talk about him later.

Later, 8 o'clock?

You bet.

Hey, you're not that good, hear me,

I realize I'm on the orders from Nick

to let you work with my girls

but it's my reputation on the line.

You can't cut it you're out. You're out, if you can't cut it.

Instead of flirting around with all the glamour boys

why don't you go out the routines like everybody else.

You understand? Do you...

[dramatic music]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

(male #6) 'Eight. A hard eight. It is a hard eight.'

[indistinct chatter]

Are you Stoner?

(Dean) 'Yeah.'

'Agent John Moore, I'm a friend of your brothers.'

On an errand of mercy?

No. I wanna talk to you about that IOU the Simon Quaid bought.

Nothin' to talk about.

Quaid's a gambler, like me.

Uh-uh, he's no gambler and he's not like you.

He only deals in sure things.

What's that gotta do with me?

Looks like he wants to take over Stoner Oil.

Over Nick's dead body.

Exactly.

What are you talking about?

When you made your deal with Quaid

you may have signed your brother's death warrant.

Look, Nick and I've never been close, okay?

Probably only thing we've 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 percent of Stoner Oil.

If I ever took over.

Don't you see there's only way you can?

Look, Dean, sometimes a man get's himself in to a spot

where all he can think about is how to survive.

He doesn't see all the other people

around him getting maimed.

Get's 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.

[intense music]

Get his feet.

[intense music]

Come on, Dean.

I really did sign Nick's death warrant.

Where you going?

- He can help me find Quaid. - No, it's too dangerous.

He's a killer robot, I know to handle, you stay right here.

[groaning]

Rather me than you. Sorry, John.

[intense music]

[dramatic music]

(Pam) '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, he doesn't want anybody around him.

Hey, I don't believe it.

I've beginning to feel like a gossip.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Sorry? I've 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--

'Uh, 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.

Thank you for a wonderful evening, Earl.

- Goodnight, Pam. - Goodnight.

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 weren't wrong.

If you could look at Delos and 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.

[chuckling] At least, the most effective.

Let me show you.

Foley...

[dramatic music]

Hello, Pam.

How do you like the way you look?

I'll have to remember to keep my mouth closed.

It's unattractive when I gawk.

How did you put her together so quickly?

(Simon) 'I already had most of the tapes programmed.'

It was 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.

(Danny) 'One, two, three, four, go right, seven, eight.'

'One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.'

One, two, three...

[indistinct]

[whistle blowing]

Look, you want me out of here. I'll go.

Just say it.

Earl, will you stop it?

Why are you usin' him so much?

Roth has to be ready...

...in case somethin' happens to you.

Grow up.

[indistinct chatter]

[dramatic music]

Mr. Moore, you just had a call from Dean Stoner.

And what did he say?

He wants you to meet him at the Tulsa Hotel. Says it's urgent.

[dramatic music]

Pam, maybe...

Pam, Dean's in trouble, I want you...

Pam! Hey, what's the matter?

[music continues]

[alarm beeping]

[crashing]

We'll settle for next.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

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.

[ticking]

Are you switching to your emergency charge?

I'll have more than enough time left.

(Pam) 'Left to do what?'

The plans have changed.

I'm going to kill you.

[music continues]

[crashing]

[dramatic music]

[grunting]

His plexus is in his left side.

[music continues]

(Dean) 'What are the odds of my makin' it?'

Well, the guy in the hall says he'd bet a thousand to one.

A sucker bet.

Come on, it's just a slight concussion.

You'll be throwing sevens before you know it.

Nah, 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.

Uh...

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.

[both chuckling]

That's a sucker bet.

[laughing]

It's a mess in there.

Jo, how long do you think it will take?

Problem is to find the right wire attached to 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 us how

Quaid intends to kill Nick.

(Joseph) Nothing personal, Pam.

Enough is enough. A girl has some pride.

[players shouting]

(Nick) '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 work dying.

I'll watch it on TV.

That way the security can be more effective.

'What's wrong?'

Oh, I'm wondering about security altogether.

'About how Quaid's robot will make its move.'

What do you mean?

Now, 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 gotta 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's not involved in this.

How's he doing?

He's on the mend. Patched up.

Like you too, huh?

I got a new motto, live and let live.

No pun intended, alright?

'I got a press conference.'

Together now.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

Alright, alright, kids. Alright, take a break.

That will do 'til game time. Thank you very much.

If I were you, I'd practice. Wouldn't hurt you, okay?

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

[glass shattering]

Hey, you...look what you've done. I'm wounded.

- Blood? - Of course, it's blood.

What did you expect? Think I'm one of those

done football dinosaurs, doesn't know when he's hurt?

Come on, leave me alone, will you? Don't touch me.

Do me a favor. Stop following me!

- Got anything? - A start.

I've been unable to unscramble it all but...

...let's hear the tape.

[tape rewinding]

(man on tape) 'Fury, missile, build.'

The rest is still gibberish.

Well, let's keep at it.

[tape rewinding]

(man on tape) 'Build, fury.'

'Missile. Build.'

[dramatic music]

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.

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct]

Hey, man, what the heck are you doin'?

I mean, I'm only ten yards away.

How do I hold on to a bullet?

No hands. You should have held on to it.

Try your hands.

[dramatic music]

We have just seen a fortuitous demonstration, Foley.

(man on tape) 'Missile, build, fury.'

'Missile, build, fury.'

'Missile, build, fury.'

[tape rewinding]

John, I look better than that, don't I?

Hmm.

Thanks for the memory.

- What do you have? - Three words.

(man on tape) 'Missile, build, fury.'

'Missile, build, fury.'

Any ideas?

On the field just now, Roth threw a football.

Well, he's supposed to do that.

He threw it so hard the End couldn't hold on to it. Got mad.

- John. - What?

The End called the throw a bullet.

Missile. Missile.

You said there had to be an accident.

No, 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 open here.

The coach will have to make that decision.

(reporter #1) 'Come on, Nick. You run this team.'

'Who's it gonna be? Roth or Earl?'

Well, they're both top men.

But it's a young man's game, isn't it?

Quarterbacks are like actors.

The public expects outburst and temperament from them

especially if they feel threatened.

And I'm washed up at 34, is that it?

'I carry 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.'

Here's one piece of meat you're not gonna be

feedin' off of anymore.

Earl, just settle down. You hear me?

Shut up! We're through.

I wouldn't play for your team if my life depended on it.

'Ruined my career. My whole life.'

[dramatic music]

This is Quaid. Get out of there now.

Hey!

Everyone, stay back.

This is Quaid.

Skip immediately to tape 71.

Your target is visionary.

'Get the man in front of you.'

[music continues]

[explosion]

(Simon) My contract with Dean Stoner isn't worth the paper

it's written on now.

Get us out of here, Foley, quickly.

[instrumental music]

I still can't believe he was the robot.

Yeah, to fool you, he really must have been perfect.

Oh, he was.

[theme music]