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As soon as the sub gets back to port and
is fully armed with the nuclear

missiles, I'll be ready to take my place
among the great powers on Earth.

He's got to 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 sub is.
You are, and I'm not so sure about

myself. Load the missile tube now.

Destroy Deleth.

Oh, my God.

A robot.

Are you trying to tell me we wouldn't be
able to know if a man were real or not?

Let's face it, John, when push comes to
shove, it's your wits against Quaid's

machines.

What's that 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.

Westworld will activate in 30 seconds.
That day started like any other.

with all the usual procedures.

Twenty seconds.

Those were some of the most highly
trained experts in the world.

What do you mean, were?

You'll see.

Fifteen seconds.

Ten

seconds

to activation.

You ready on phase four, four, three?

Five, four, three, two, one.

Activate now.

It's hard to imagine the guests could
believe the robots were real.

Those aren't ordinary machines.

They're complicated pieces of equipment,
almost as complicated as a living

organism.

They're so complex that their circuitry
had to be worked out by other computers.

That's what makes them so incredibly
real.

Guests and robots mingled, went about
their business.

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

Who hasn't dreamed of beating up the bad
guy or facing down a gunfighter?

Your move.

And then it started.

The computer control room was destroyed.

So you couldn't turn the robots off?

No. They can go on their own power on a
stored charge for up to 12 hours.

Suddenly, they just stopped following
our instructions.

Or started following someone else.

No idea who it might have been?

Him.

Professor Oppenheimer's assistant.

Simon Quaid.

Mr. Clay, 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 as quickly as you can. I must keep

our radio frequency open to the robot
aboard.

Come right to 078 degrees.

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

Well, that wouldn't be equitable. The
men have been on a steady eight hours

on, four off.

Sir, Article 47 states that naval
discipline is meant for efficiency, not

fairness. Commander, you're new on my
ship. Let me give you a clue on 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 what's world.

Or what's left of it.

Are all the robots deactivated?

Yes, yes. We left them exactly where
they were.

Mr. Quaid.

Identify the man.

Roberta, shift this into the Delos
integer.

Which Delos file?

You better try them all, dear.

Right away.

There was one man in the world I'd want
to see right now. It's you. Sorry, I

couldn't get here. 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.

All right, 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 have not been out long enough to

fulfill all necessary requirements for
that mission.

This is the captain. We're going to
repeat that last exercise.

All right, Commander.

Emergency surface the boat.

Yes, sir. Attention all hand.

Emergency surface.

Maintain red light.

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.

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 also... Served 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.

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

I mean, they just went crazy on me for
no reason at all.

Well, they can only go as crazy as their
masters and do a thing.

What about that former assistant of
yours?

Quaid? Yeah.

He knew as much as I did.

That was the final chapter, it was.

Look I don't have a gun.

Get the chopper. I'll get him.

Got to be more of them? I don't know.

Activate the others.

Robots 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.

That's an interesting point. Moore did
figure out how to deactivate it.

What's the power time on model 114?

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 then 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.

11680, 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.

He was brilliant, and his dream was to
develop a harmonious society with

perfectly programmed robots in charge.
Yeah, let me 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 one hell of 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?

I'm afraid 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. In the meantime, I'll need a
crash course on robots.

Well, I'm very good technically.

Jan Oppenheimer, can you meet me at the
annex, please?

And set up the tests.

You have to keep in mind that all these
robots were created with a certain

specialty.

Anything else?

Delos has been experimenting with robots
to take over dangerous jobs.

Now, Jan was built and programmed to
help in mining disasters for other

cavemen. 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's roughly 109,000 times faster
than our reactions.

Wonderful. The 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's circuitry. It's like

fingerprints. None are the same.

Won't it 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, John, when push comes to
shove, it's your wits against Quaid's

machines.

Finished?

Almost. I wanted you to check before I
closed it up.

Excellent, Lawrence, excellent.

Thank you, sir.

I'm ready to lock off its circuitry.

Fill its sac with venom. Set its
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.

And as soon as we find a soul in a
person, we'll be able to reproduce it in

a robot.

Shall I put myself together?

Oh, yes.

I'm sorry, Jan. You can go. Thank you.

Hello, Jan.

Listen to this.

Scramble? Like eggs.

It's the naval intelligence.

It's the third message they've picked up
so far. All sent to the nuclear

submarine, the Remora.

Can't they break the code?

And since there's no receiver board
tuned to that frequency, they can't

figure out what it means.

They asked if this was the kind of thing
we were looking for, and I assured them

it was.

But what did the computers say? They
can't break the code either.

But they were able to positively
identify the voice.

Simon Quaid.

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

There are over a hundred men on the
Remora. The thing to do is find out

which one is most critical.

Every man on a nuclear submarine is
critical.

And the Remora's atomic warhead missile,
the new missile launcher.

That would make Quaid the third greatest
power on Earth.

Commander, dive the boat.

Mr.

Hoare, I'm Captain Farrell.

Privileged 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 you doing? This is my executive
officer, Ms. Garvey. How do you do,

gentlemen? Miss, I have to inspect all
equipment brought aboard.

I assure you, Commander, my equipment
has been thoroughly checked.

By naval security before we boarded
their chopper.

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

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

Well, 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.

Thank you.

This way.

The glow of power.

Your time looks over.

Okay.

Now, John.

No signal being sent to that sub now.
Sure.

Sorry, I forgot you were technically
superb. No, I said I was good.

I'm too young yet to be superb.

All hands, testing emergency reactor
shutters system.

I bet nobody's ever kicked sand in

your face before. Thank you.

Listen, I would appreciate it.

I 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 sure would appreciate it if we
could just keep it between ourselves.

Okay? Sure.

Do you believe him? I think he's a
robot.

You do?

I also think every man on this earth is.
You are, and I'm not so sure about

myself.

Let's not get paranoid yet.

Why not? Even paranoids have enemies.

The thing is, though, if he's a robot,
why did he save my life?

Maybe you're not the one programmed to
die.

Everything's all set to go, Mr. Quaid.
We can leave now.

Thank you, folks.

Pleasant dreams.

Attention, all hands. This is the
executive officer. The Remora will get

underway at 1200.

Mr. Moore, I just received a message for
you. Dulles has a car waiting for you

outside. Thanks.

Noon's in four hours. Will you be able
to make it? I'll be here, and if you

don't mind, Laurel, stay till I get
back.

Fine.

Naval Security Headquarters.

Don't feel bad, Mr. Moore. Houdini
couldn't get out of that contraption.

Oh, you're a Simon Quaid.

Very astute.

Not really.

Did you live high?

The shack was merely convenient for our
meeting.

That isn't only a straitjacket you have
on. It's wired polygraphically.

A lie detector, if you will.

Red light will say lie, the green one
true.

So there'll be no point in your lie.

No point in any of it. 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.

And what about the people whose lives
are controlled by the robots?

They're happy. They have nothing to
worry about.

A man in a coma 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 includes countries, Mr. Moore.

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

A foothold here, a stranglehold there.

Tomorrow, the world.

Well, at least the trains will run on
time.

Mussolini? You identify me with the
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 as you're in power.

Mr. Moore, I am.

I have an impregnable army of loyal and
unquestioning troops.

I've placed robots all over the world. I
have hundreds more.

All right, I'm ready.

Now, is your name John Moore?

No, Steve Martin. I'm just a wild... To
give you added incentive, each time you

lie, I will push this button.

Now, Mr. Moore, did you come to
Westworld prepared to face the

gunfighter? Yeah.

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

No.

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

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.

Was it blind luck?

No.

You see, Foley, I didn't overestimate 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.

Mr. Moore, this bank will not get tired.

What? You'd better take a look.

The snake, it had three hours of power
time left.

More must have gotten away.

I must reach the robot on the submarine
before it sails.

What happened to you? I was with a
snake.

Anything?

Not a peep.

I want you to get back to Delos. I've
narrowed it down to the sub's control

room. I want you to check out every man
stationed there. Please.

You know, for a former all-American
jock, you're not too bad.

So I suppose you checked out my
birthmark. Crescent? Star.

And now don't you dare. I know exactly
where it is.

Oh, jeez, I'm sorry.

What's going on here?

It was terrible, sir. I was on my way to
pick up the new beam frequencies, and my

cellar had jammed.

Oh, jeez, I'm sorry.

All right, Hardin.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry.

I...

Make

it happen to anyone.

Sure.

I think my heart's in my mouth. Better
than all over the pavement.

Check, Delos.

Yeah.

This is Quade.

I realize John Moore is aboard.

Treat him normally for now.

I will tell you when to destroy him.

Morton, did a message just come through
here?

Oh, 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.

And someone on board 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.

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 040.

Change course to 040.

Hold that course for two hours and 16
minutes at flight speed. Aye, Captain.

Johnson, set missile tube number five
for 618 over 1117.

Then load the missile in its launcher.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Where will this new course take us?

Roughly there.

Well, from there, where would 618 over
1117 send a missile?

Approximately here.

A city?

What's the difference? It's only a mock
crisis, a attack.

Nothing's going to happen.

Can I get a message out?

To anywhere in the world, but we're on
radio silence. That's very important.

You'll have to check with the boss.

Didn't borrow your truck.

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 your concern about that
location, Mr. Moore, but it's a routine

maneuver, and I'll explain it to you
later.

Come here, Nick. Let me break away for a
minute.

Sure.

Got to use the radio.

Captain, say okay. I want to keep it a
secret from him. I don't like keeping

creation secret from God.

Pharaoh runs this place.

I have reason to believe he is part of a
hijack conspiracy of this submarine.

You got the bends.

He is following an entirely wrong set of
orders.

So tell him.

It won't do any good.

Well, neither will this.

The captain's going to know about our
conversation.

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

Professor, emergency channel from John
Moore.

I don't have time to repeat.

The Remora's on a parallel course to the
coast for approximately an hour and a

half at flank speed.

It has a missile aimed at 618 over 1117.

And I make that to be damn close to you.

Mark, it's within the computer.

The robot is a perfect Captain Farrell.
How do I stop him?

It has to be on one of the four models.
It's a visionary type.

Who did you contact?

Commander, check the frequency.

Lock him up.

Mr. Quaid, hurry.

Something's wrong. It's from the
submarine. The robot's using the

emergency signal.

This is Quaid. Move ahead to tape 9,
third strike.

Red alert.

I put the ship on red alert. But a red
alert means we're at war. All systems

are operative and ready to be triggered.
I know the book as well as you do.

Follow it until I tell you differently.
But there's no turning back from a red

alert.

Yes, Admiral. I understand.

The Remora's on red alert.

Every available Navy plane is looking
for it.

What are the 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 her somehow.

It's a mixed blessing if they do.

What do you mean?

The Navy can't let it fall into enemy
hands.

The planes have orders to destroy it.

Thank you.

Oh my God.

What is it?

Triangulation completed. No contact.

This sector maintaining alert. All hands
at battle stations.

All units.

Remora is capable of tremendous speed
and trained to avoid pursuit.

If contact is made, destroy immediately.

Load the missile to it now.

I'm the missile in tube five.

I said tube five.

Attention, please.

Do not panic.

Proceed to the fallout shelter in the
basement.

You are urged not to panic. Do not
attempt to leave the building.

The 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.

That missile could be on its 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.

Take over.

Fire in the birthing apartments.

Secure the water.

What kind of a trick are you pulling
this time?

Who is it, Captain?

Lock him in the infirmary.

All right, Parker, drop it.

Drop it.

Turn off the missile loader. Don't touch
him, Warren Red Alert.

He's a robot.

And you're crazy.

I watch.

Remove eye shield. Now!

Parker, get on the radio and call
headquarters.

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

Well, what about the... whatever it is
in the tube?