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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 so sophisticated it was impossible

to tell them from humans.

Your move.

Suddenly, the robots changed.

Turned into the deadly servants

of their creators, Simon Quaid, who took them beyond Westworld.

I have an impregnable army of loyal

and unquestioning troops, I've placed robots over the world.

He wants it all.

He has a good chance of getting it with those robots.

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.

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(male on PA) 'First stage alert.'

'First stage alert.'

'We've been hit. Uranium 235, two canisters, gone.'

'See you at the plant.'

All of us are here for only one purpose

and that is we must stop nuclear power plants.

(male #2) 'And I wanna thank Power and Ruth'

'for bringing their fantastic musical chorus here.'

(Opp) 'This is obviously the mode of entry into the plant.'

'And the rock group's bus was parked right there.'

'- 'The perfect screen.' - 'We checked their schedule.'

(Opp) 'They were on a tour and stop at the demonstration on the way'

'to the Sagittarian theater.'

(Pam) 'One of Quaid's robots.'

Had to be, who else could've infiltrated tight security

overcome the armed guards, carried off two led bottles

of uranium that weigh about 400 pounds.

Not to mention the fatal radiation

had it been a human being.

How much time do we have before they make it a bomb?

It's hard to say.

(Opp) 'There's two charges of uranium 235'

'one on the top, one on the bottom.'

'When these two are brought together'

'with this triggering device...'

'...boom.'

Then Quaid's in business. Why?

According to government intelligence, Quaid has been

having meetings with Hakim Fader.

The North African General who wants to be president.

With a little help from an atomic bomb

he just might be able to do it.

What does Quaid get out of the deal?

Safe haven, once Fader takes over the country.

Where he'd be outta reach of legal authorities.

If we know the group's involved why not have them brought in?

We can't risk tipping them off and either losing the bomb

or having the robot exploded to avoid capture.

Then there's a possibility that the bomb is still there.

We're not sure. We gotta start somewhere.

We can infiltrate the group, we can find him before he finds us.

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ How to take love without abusing ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ How to give respect without losing it ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ How to take a fall without using it ♪

♪ Sometimes I think I'm driven ♪

♪ Driven like a piece of snow ♪

♪ Driven like a piston ♪

♪ Driven out of control ♪

♪ Like a loved one that's missing ♪

♪ I'm driven ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ How to break a bond without bruising it... ♪

- 'It's weird.' - What?

Standing and listening to rock music knowing half the state

could blow up in one big mushroom.

Now, put that possibility right out of your mind.

You really think it's that easy to do?

No, it sounds good.

Pam, I'm gonna go try and find that uranium

while everybody's busy.

♪ ...driven ♪

♪ Like piece of sand ♪

♪ Driven like a whirlwind ♪

♪ I'm driven ♪

♪ By a stranger's hands ♪

♪ Like a loved one that's missing ♪

♪ I'm driven... ♪

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♪ ...the morning I lie awake and blink ♪

♪ Into the early light ♪

♪ I'm young enough to think ♪

♪ To think... ♪

♪ Ay... ♪

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♪ ...driven ♪

♪ Driven like a piece of snow ♪

♪ Driven like a piston ♪

♪ Driven out of control ♪

♪ Like a loved one that's missing ♪

♪ I am driven ♪

Are you Moore or Williams?

- Williams. - Follow me.

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(Pam) 'John's checking their bus for the uranium canisters now.'

I feel bad with you two sitting right on top of that stuff.

What's happening at your end?

I got pressure from the federal boys.

They're getting antsy plugging up the airports

and twiddling their thumbs

waiting for Quaid to make his moves.

'They wanna move in right now.'

If they did, they could blow the whole thing. No pun intended.

'Well, don't worry about that, I'll keep them at bay.'

I hope we're on the right track.

You don't have to worry about that either.

Now, while you were en route, the triangulation came together

at the concert and Quaid was transmitting to his robot.

Opp, there are over a thousand people here now.

We were right in the first place let's concentrate on the group.

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♪ Driven ♪♪

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- Any luck? - Yes and no.

I found the canisters, they were empty.

There's no uranium.

It's gone. How about you?

Opp called, there was a triangulation.

One of them is our man...I think.

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[crowd cheering]

I wanna take that number outta the show.

- 'Why? They love it.' - I hate it.

If something's bugging you don't lay the trip on me.

- Something is bugging me, okay? - What my new toy?

Yeah, your new toy.

Do you know how many people get killed racing stock cars?

You know me, I try something a few times, I get bored, I quit.

Not this time, I quit.

You can go out, kill yourself if you wanna.

I'd rather be a divorced lady than a widowed lady.

What happened to the lady, who went along with anything?

She grew up.

How many times do we have to go out skydiving

'tobogganing, racing speedboats?'

How many kicks do we have to get? What do we have to prove?

How much money? How much success?

You're forgetting how hard we fought to get here.

- Where are we? - We're at the top of the heap.

Heap of what?

If you're trying to kill yourself, what are we doing?

We're out doin' one-nighters

recording in a studio, doing interviews.

We don't have any time together anymore.

(Ruth) 'What kinda life is that, huh?'

Who are you?

'- 'What are you doing?' - 'Name's John Moore.'

Your manager sent me here to take over your public relations.

- He did, did he? - Yes, ma'am.

I'm supposed to slow the train down

to get everybody back on the track.

Turn the image around so we look like a big, happy family.

One big, happy family, huh?

Well, I wish you a lot of luck.

- I'll go get some group shots. - That's good.

Now, that little lady has a big talent, short fuse.

She just needs to be handled right.

Now, Mr. Power, you're in luck.

That's my specialty, soft music and kid gloves.

I handle the music, loud or soft

as for kid gloves, keep your hands in your pockets.

Lady's still my wife, no matter what you read in the papers.

Alright, let's settle it, guys.

That's 15 minutes I want you back on the button.

- Oh, the master speaks. - You got problem, Lingo?

Me? Oh, no way, Jose, but your wife now she's got the problem.

Back off, man. Ruth's okay, she's just a little beat.

Slap hands with John Moore he's our new paper hanger.

(together) Hey!

'- 'Nice to meet ya.' - 'Good to meet ya.'

Oh, oh, hey, catch ya later, John boy, them 15's down to 12.

- See ya. - See ya.

If you need anything give a holler.

Thank you, Power.

Howdy. The name's Moore.

I heard, the new PR.

I'm Ryder.

You a sound jockey here?

Yeah, me and Mace there.

And the people movers, you name it, we go for it.

It's more effective behind the ears.

Especially at $50 an ounce.

Especially since it is my $50.

'Come on in.'

'Now, that's something I'll never understand.'

How a beautiful lady like you, has to buy her own perfume.

Oh, you'd understand, if you had a husband whose only concern

was you being on stage and you being in tune.

(Ruth) 'I guess that's why our friendship means so much to me.'

Terrific.

(Ruth) 'Power.'

Story of my life, always being hung for sheep.

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(Ryder) 'Mace!'

What're you trying to do? Kill somebody?

If he wasn't he could've fooled me.

I found him in the truck. He-he was snoopin' around--

His name's Moore, he's the new PR.

How was I supposed to know?

The last gig we played

'some joker made off with ten grand worth of equipment.'

Mace nearly got fired.

Hey, Moore...

...no hard feelings...

I mean, you're not gonna tell Power about this?

I was only trying to do my job.

It's alright.

Just forget it, I won't tell anybody.

(Moore) 'Anything on the radio scan?'

We picked up this transmission about two hours ago.

[indistinct radio chatter]

I don't speak gibberish, at least not that dialect.

(Moore) 'Can you fill me in on what it means?'

We couldn't break the scramble code

but Oppenheimer did a visual on the tracings

and one of them matched up with Quaid.

How about the other one?

Nothing in the file we could match up with

but it must be Quaid's robot.

Triangulation give us anything?

Point of origin is somewhere off the coast of North Africa.

So, Quaid's on his way to meet with Fader.

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♪ Mama said ♪

♪ I'd get everything I wanted ♪

♪ Mama said I could get it if I tried ♪

♪ Mama said the world would be my oyster but ♪

♪ But I can't have you my mama lied ♪

♪ No I can't have you mama lied mama lied ♪

♪ I can't have you my mama lied ♪

♪ I can't have you ♪

♪ Now I've tried and tried ♪

♪ I can't have you my mama lied ♪

♪ I can't have you my mama lied ♪

♪ I can't have you my mama lied ♪

♪ I can't have you my mama lied ♪♪

[clapping]

Thank you.

Candy.

[Moore clapping]

(female #1) 'I'm sorry, children, we have to leave now.'

'Oh, now Ms. Avery will be back again.'

'Form a double line and walk back to the bus.'

- Bye! - Bye, hon.

(Ruth) 'Oh, bye. How's school going on?'

- Good. - How about with...

Sixth grade okay?

Good.

The children, all of us, we enjoy your visits very much.

- Thank you, sister. - Please, come back again soon.

I will the next time I'm in town.

- Goodbye. - Bye-bye.

Well, that was mighty pretty, Ms. Avery.

What are you doing here?

I saw you leave, and followed, figured it'd make a good story.

You breathe a word of this

and you're gonna be looking for another job.

The band doesn't have anything to do with this, I'm on my own.

That's nothing to be ashamed of.

It's something I want to take any bows for either.

I learned a long time ago, never say no to a lady.

What's the catch?

- Just one. - What?

No story, one condition.

You let me take you to lunch, deal?

Deal.

- Alright, so how much is that? - Two dollars each.

Okay, here you go.

Thank you.

Come on! Come on! Around here.

[indistinct chattering]

Sure, could you give me a pen?

(Ruth) 'Yeah, that's a good one. What's your name?'

'Beautiful name, yeah.'

Desiree?

'Got a pen?'

(Moore) 'Excuse me.'

Special delivery, for Ms. Avery, two cold dogs.

(Moore on screen) 'Got some food for a hungry lady.'

'Come on. Let me get through here.'

(Quaid on radio) 'Alright, Roberta, make your move on Moore, now.'

'- 'Excuse me, I've got some--' - 'Howard. Howard.'

'- 'Oh.' - 'Excuse me, ma'am.'

'Personally, I would've thought that a knife'

rather than a bug would've been more effective planted there.

Foley, for a man with your background

you have all the sensitivity of Attila the Hun.

A murder involving Ruth will bring the police

swarming in and around the group.

My first priority is the bomb.

A safe country.

Things must progress in their natural order.

You're not Power.

Boy, I sure see the advantage of being a rock star.

Tell me about it.

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(Ruth on screen) 'Where was I?'

'You were telling me about how you and Power got together.'

'Oh, yeah.'

Well, Power already had the band when I got to know him.

They were makin' noise around the town.

I started hangin' out, finally gave me an audition.

(Moore) 'You two have been living high cotton ever since, huh?'

'Sounds good. What's the problem?'

Seems like when you can finally have anything you want

you just don't have the time to afford it.

(Ruth) Plus, Power's changed.

(Moore) How-how do you figure he's changed?

(Ruth) He's like a machine, can't get through to him.

(Moore) 'What about the others?'

(Ruth) 'They've been together as long as I remember.'

'Except for Ryder, he's new.'

'Mace, he's just muscle all the way up to his hair.'

Moore, is checking out each of the group's backgrounds.

All fine musicians.

Not if he digs too deep.

True.

Well, when he gets to six feet, we'll stop him.

Bobby Joe, he's a real loner type.

- But what about you? - Oh, nothing much to tell.

Oh, I don't buy that for a second.

You don't sound like the typical PR guy.

That's what the rest of my clients are gonna say

if I don't get the cows in before sundown.

Cows? Sundown?

- Back to work. - Work. Work. Work.

- Thanks. - Alright.

Bye.

(Power) 'Real friendly fella.'

- Hi. - For a while it was Ryder.

Now, it's Moore.

They're just friends, people I can talk to.

Oh, really?

I don't believe it, you're jealous?

Look, Ruth...

...this is crazy. I mean, we had such a great thing going.

Going.

'Going gone.'

- Is that how you want it? - We don't want the same things.

I want a husband and you want a playmate.

'I want a partner, you want a co-star.'

I want a family and you want fans.

So...

Where do we go from here?

We got a tour to finish, remember?

Pam, how you doin' with that Geiger counter?

I've been through almost every guy's room.

And you still look as fresh as a daisy.

You have a one-track mind.

You never complained before.

- Anything exciting? - Nothing.

Including one of them dressed in a towel

acting like I was some groupie.

Don't worry, I handled it.

I'm sure you did.

But one of them has got to be the robot.

If it's Spooner or Lingo

Quaid's come up with some very unusual programming.

So you don't think it's either one of them?

Trust me.

[indistinct radio chatter]

(Quaid) 'Quite an impressive array of force, General Fader.'

(Fader) 'For the ordinary type of equipment...'

'...yes, only the best in all of North Africa.'

Mr. Quaid.

We've been alerted to stand by to receive a transmission.

Oh, fine, thank you, Foley.

(Quaid over radio) 'Yes, Ryder.'

The triggering device is completed.

All I've to do now, is insert it into the bomb.

Then, you're right on schedule, good.

The ETA will be 12 noon tomorrow.

If he's ready, why do you wait?

Because of the cover I've arranged to get the bomb out.

How else can we carry out this plan

with every airport in the country alerted?

Now, Ryder, about Mr. Moore.

The bomb is of the utmost importance

nothing must stop it's delivery.

(Quaid) 'I'm sure I make myself clear.'

Perfectly.

Thank you, Ryder.

Within 24 hours you will have your bomb

and you will be appointing ambassadors.

I will look forward to that.

But...

...you have certain reservations.

Being the intelligent man you are

you can't help but wonder

Why is Quaid willing to turn over

such an awesome weapon as this to me?

And not retain control of it himself?"

And rightly so.

A man could not have made such a spectacular rise

to power as you have, without possessing a logical mind.

A mind that quickly grasped the ramifications of having

such an awesome weapon, at his disposal.

Well, the takeover of your present government

would be instantaneous.

Overnight, your nation would be propelled into

the brotherhood of nuclear powers.

And you, general...

...an international figure to be reckoned with.

Respected.

Feared.

And you, Mr. Quaid?

It always gets down to it, doesn't it?

What's in it for me?

A home, general.

A place where I can continue my work unmolested

and at the same time...

...the opportunity of serving a man of your caliber as advisor.

Providing you with council.

Scientific knowledge.

And of course the total and loyal support of my robots.

I am speaking of absolute...

...power.

'But what happens if...'

General, you surprise me.

'You're too perfect to be replaced.'

As flawless as my robots might be...

...none could serve as such a...

...such a fiery leader as yourself.

- Perhaps you, yourself, might... - No.

I'm a man of science. I...

I will remain in the shadows and you...

...you will have the spotlight.

You will have the power, general.

And together we will serve each others needs.

I am a man who believes in living in the present.

But in this case, I can't wait for our future.

I wait for that moment with pleasure.

Thank you, sir.

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[ominous music]

[high pitch whistle]

(Moore) 'You listening, Quaid?'

I assume you wanna know what I'm up to.

Well, I'll tell you.

(Moore) 'Don't be disappointed after all you went to.

I'm gonna find your robot, and then I'm gonna find your bomb

and then I'm gonna find you.

[static]

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[device ticking]

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Stop!

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[grunting]

[grunting]

You alright?

[siren wailing]

- How is she? - A broken arm.

The young man died before he hit the ground.

It must have come as quite a surprise.

- Are you the father? - She's having a baby?

You did know she was pregnant, right?

What about Ryder?

I've seen people electrocuted before.

He didn't strike me as any different than any other human.

Wait a minute, human?

Of course he was human. What was he supposed to be?

Doctor, I'd like to take a look at the body.

You were right. I didn't want to see that.

Well, I'm glad we share the same physiological diagnosis.

You had me worried there for a minute.

(female #2) 'Professor, red line, John Moore.'

(Opp) 'John.'

'What did the computer check turn up on the group?'

- 'Only one name surfaced.' - Ryder.

- How did you find out? - The hard way.

He tried to kill me a while ago. What I don't understand is why.

'But I know for certain Ryder is not one of the robots.'

- He didn't steal the uranium. - But he is on Quaid's payroll.

Look, Ryder is a brilliant nuclear scientist

with an insatiable taste for the good life but universities

'don't pay as well as Quaid.'

Yeah, but Ryder paid more. He's dead.

Too bad, he could've led us to the bomb. He obviously built it.

And he's probably handed it over to a robot

for delivery to Fader.

The question is, why is the robot in a holding pattern?

Why hasn't he moved with it by now?

Well, he's probably on a schedule.

And has to wait for a pre-arranged time for delivery.

We can't let that delivery take place.

Ryder's dead.

How?

Moore.

Humans.

They always create such a problem.

Patch me into Roberta at operations, please.

Ryder was a gentle person.

Sweet, kind.

I'm sure when John gets back, he'll explain.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Yes, Power. I'll see.

- 'Hello.' - Ruth?

Babe, are you okay?

I got my arm in a cast but it's a clean break.

Listen, I'm on my way there right away.

(Ruth) 'No, we have to make that gig in Jamaica.'

See you at the plane, okay?

That's that.

So how you feelin'?

Okay.

I think one of you owes me an explanation

about what's been going down.

Well, it's a little complicated.

Give me the punchline and I'll figure out the rest.

Alright.

We have to find out which member of your group is a robot

and where he's hiding a nuclear bomb.

What?

Ready.

Oh, good.

(Quaid) 'Please advance 5-14 Stage 7.'

'And alter second stripe to minus 30.'

You're moving up the schedule?

I can't chance any further interference.

I want that bomb on the plane and I want it armed.

Once it's in place no one would dare get in the way.

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Where would the bus and the equipment be?

Probably still at the hall.

Mace needs a replacement for Ryder.

Pam, help her pack and get to the airport.

Where are you going?

Going to have a little chat with Mace.

[intense music]

Hey, whatcha doing?

[intense music]

[ticking]

[pulsating]

Mace!

Mace, you here?

[intense music]

[device ticking]

How do you feel?

Just like on opening night.

Scared to death.

Spooner? One hour.

(Spooner) 'I hear you.'

Just don't let on that you suspect anything.

Try to act normally.

I'll try but my heart's not in it.

It's in my throat, choking me.

Wengel, it's Ruth.

Plane leaves in an hour.

(Wengel) 'No sweat. I'll be there.'

Bobby Lee.

Plane leaves in an hour.

Bobby Lee, it's Ruth.

[intense music]

(Ruth) 'What are you doing here?'

Waiting for you.

[pulsating]

We're leaving a little ahead of schedule.

[device ticking]

Hey! What do you think you're doing?

He knows exactly what he's doing.

He's the bomb.

[intense music]

- Oh! - No!

- Uh. - Shall we go?

And quietly if you wanna stay alive.

[intense music]

(Moore) Pam!

Pam! Pam!

- What happened? - I'm okay.

- It's Bobby Lee. - What?

The bomb is built into him.

What happened to Ruth?

He knocked me out and grabbed her.

I think they went to the plane.

That's how they're getting out.

Hey, what's going on?

Take care of your pretty head.

(Moore) Get her to a doctor.

From what you've described the robot is a model G-147.

Yeah, I'm listening.

Alright the miniaturization re-sectioning

is directly behind the bi-visionay quad.

Those shades Bobby always wears aren't just gone Hollywood.

It's a flaw, but I don't see how

it'll stop that bomb once it's armed.

I'll talk to you later.

[phone buzzes] Yeah.

Power, this is Moore. Now just listen to me.

(Power) 'Moore, what the hell happened to your accent?'

(Moore) 'Forget the questions or you and Ruth won't'

'be around to see that baby she's carrying.'

Baby?

'- Ba...Ruth's... - 'Yeah, congratulations.'

(Moore) 'Power, this is crucial.'

'Ruth and Bobby Lee are on their way right now.'

Take off. Stay in the air. I'll fill you in later.

'- Right. - 'Do just as the man says.'

Take off now.

Your lives depend on it.

Would somebody tell me what--

Power, don't argue with him.

Do just as he says.

I'll need Ruth in the co-pilot's seat.

She stays inside with me.

(Bobby) 'Now, call the tower and get your clearance.'

(Power) 'Black hound 6-5 Charlie. Ready to taxi.'

(male on radio) 'Roger 6-5 Charlie.'

'Clear to taxi. Runway 2-5.'

Roger, 6-5 Charlie.

[dramatic music]

[pulsating]

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6-5 Charlie ready to go on runway 2-0-5...

(male on radio) '6-5 Charlie, clear for take off.'

There's no place to go, Moore.

[dramatic music]

[music continues]

(Moore) 'Ruth, get in the cockpit.'

(Quaid) 'He's immobilized.'

Move the robot from visionary to sensory.

[intense music]

[wind whooshing]

[whooshing continues]

[dramatic music]

Bombs away!

[explosion]

It's too late, Mr. Quaid.

'You know, you always did have a great sense of timing.'

[instrumental music]

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