All language subtitles for beyond westworld

SIMON QUAID: 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.

SIMON QUAID: 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.

SIMON QUAID: Destroy Delos.

LAURA GARVEY: Oh my god.

[SCREAMING]

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.

My move.

John Moore?

Yeah?

I'm Laura Garvey.

The lawyer said urgent.

How bad is it?

It couldn't be worse.

Westworld is destroyed.

LAURA GARVEY: 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.

What happened?

LAURA GARVEY: Westworld shut
down each night at 2 AM.

The robots were left where
they were deactivated.

At dawn, the computer room
went back into operation.

RADIO: Westworld will
activate in 30 seconds.

LAURA GARVEY: That day
started like any other,

with all the usual procedures.

RADIO: Twenty seconds.

LAURA GARVEY: Those were
some of the most highly

trained experts in the world.

JOHN MOORE: What
do you mean, were?

LAURA GARVEY: You'll see.

RADIO: 15 seconds.

RADIO 2: What was that?

No grounding, unit five?

RADIO: Yeah.

RADIO 2: Sign bypass.

I have readings on all
units, five included.

RADIO: 10 seconds to activation.

RADIO 2: You ready on phase 443?

RADIO: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Activate now!

[BARKING]

JOHN MOORE: It's hard to
imagine that guests could

believe the robots were real.

LAURA GARVEY: 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.

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.

LAURA GARVEY: And
then it started.

The computer control
room was destroyed.

JOHN MOORE: So you couldn't
turn the robots off?

LAURA GARVEY: 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 MOORE: Or started
following someone else's.

[SCREAMING]

JOHN MOORE: No idea
who it might have been?

LAURA GARVEY: Him.

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 as quickly as you can.

I must keep our radio frequency
open to the robot aboard.

Come right to 078 degrees.

8, not 7!

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.

FOLEY: Mr. Quaid,
Westworld, any moment.

LAURA GARVEY: That's Westworld,
or what's left of it.

JOHN MOORE: Are all
the robots deactivated?

LAURA GARVEY: Yes, yes.

We left them exactly
where they were.

Mr. Quaid.

Identify the man.

Roberta, shift us into
the Delos integer.

Which Delos file?

You better try them all, dear.

Right away.

John.

If there was one man
in the world I'd want

to see right now, it's you.

Yeah, well 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.

ANNOUNCER: Attention all hands.

Emergency surface.

Maintain red light conditions.

o

The man is identified
as John Moore.

He's 35.

Graduated Princeton,
Phi Beta Kappa.

What's his efficiency rating?

Virtually perfect.

98 in our percentile computer.

Hmm.

Go on.

He's Delos Corporation's
chief troubleshooter.

He trains and supervises
Delos security personnel

at its plants,
factories and mines

in all parts of the world.

As head of Delos security,
John Moore also--

Serves 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, hmm?

Program it to kill
all three of them.

John, I think all my years
of programming are 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 saying--

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 gun.

Your move.

Your move.

[CLICKING]

My move.

Go on, get the chopper.

I'll get him.

I'll get him.

Could there be more of them?

I don't know.

Activate the others.

SIMON QUAID: 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.

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 that worried?

Yes.

But keep in mind,
people are like robots.

It's the power source
behind them that counts.

FOLEY: 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 four.

Wipe from stop six 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 nine, level two.

I will then be in contact again.

LAURA GARVEY:
Quaid was charming.

He was brilliant.

And his dream was to
develop a harmonious society

with perfectly programmed
robots in charge.

Let me guess who would
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.

JOHN MOORE: 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.

JOSEPH OPPENHEIMER: 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 you
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.

Thank you.

JOSEPH OPPENHEIMER:
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, 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 react

at only 900 feet per second.

Now that's 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's 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, 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.

SIMON QUAID:
Excellent, Lawrence.

Excellent.

LAWRENCE: Thank you, sir.

I'm ready to lock
off its circuitry.

Fill its sack with venom.

Set its reaction span
up to maximum, hmm?

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.

Sorry Jan, you can go.

Thank you.

Professor.

Hello, Jan.

Listen to this.

Scrambled?

Like eggs.

It's from Naval Intelligence.

[GARBLED SPEAKING]

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
aboard tuned to that frequency,

they can't figure
out what it means.

They ask if this was the kind
of thing we were looking for,

and I assured them it was.

JOHN MOORE: What do
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 100
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 has an
atomic warhead missile.

The new missile launcher.

That would make Quaid the
third greatest power on earth.

Commander, dive the boat.

Mr. Moore, I'm
Captain Farrell.

It's a privilege to
be on your ship, sir.

My ship?

For 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 do?

This is my executive
officer, Miss 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.

The atomic source.

Listen, John.

Listen, that's that.

There's no signal being
sent to this sub now.

Are you 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 shut down system.

John!

I'm sorry, I
should've warned you.

It's a hydraulic door.

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.

Used to make me work
out all the time.

Anyway, I sure would
appreciate it if we could just

keep it between ourselves, OK?

Sure.

You believe him?

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.

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, Foley.

SIMON QUAID: 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.

Delos 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,

Laura will stay
until I get back.

Fine.

Naval security headquarters.

Don't feel bad, Mr. Moore.

Houdini couldn't get
out of that contraption.

So, you're Simon Quaid.

Very astute.

Not really.

I heard you lived high.

The shack was merely
convenient for a meeting.

That isn't only a strait
jacket you have on.

It's wired polygraphically.

A lie detector, if you will.

The red light will say
lie, the green one true.

So there'd be no
point in your lying.

There's 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 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 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 as you're in power?

Mr. Moore, I am.

I have an impregnable army of
loyal and unquestioning troops.

I placed robots
all over the world.

I have hundreds more.

All right, I'm ready.

Now, is your name John Moore?

No, it's Steve Martin.

I'm just a wild and--

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?

Yes.

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.

You 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, the snake
will not get tired.

Mr. Quaid.

What?

You'd 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.

What happened to you?

I was with a snake.

Anything?

Not a peep.

So I want you
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.

Now, don't you dare.

I know exactly where it is.

Oh, geeze, I'm sorry.

OK, OK.

What's going on here?

It was terrible, sir.

I was on my way to pick up
the new beam frequencies,

and my accelerator jammed.

Oh geeze, I'm sorry.

All right, Horton.

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry.

I--

It could happen 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.

Treat him normally, for now.

I will tell you
when to destroy him.

Horton, do the messages
come through here?

No, sir.

How long has he
been standing here?

About 10 minutes.

Mr. Moore, you said this was
on a need to know priority.

I think it's time.

This is a radio
directional receiver.

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?

Trying.

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 flank speed.

Aye, Captain.

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

then load the missile
in its launcher.

Aye aye, Captain.

Where does this
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 test.

Nothing's going to happen.

Can I get a message out?

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

It's very important.

You'll have to
check with the boss.

May 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 your concern
about that location Mr. Moore,

but it's a routine maneuver and
I'll explain it to you later.

Commander, can you
break away for a minute?

Sure.

Gotta use the radio.

Captain say OK?

I want to keep it
a secret from him.

That's like keeping
creation secret from God.

Farrell 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.

Captain is going to know
about our conversation.

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

LAURA GARVEY:
Professor, emergency

channel from John Moore.

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.

There is a missile
aimed at 618 over 1117,

and I make that to
be damn close to you.

Laura, get this
in the computer.

JOHN MOORE: The robot is
a perfect Captain Farrell.

How do I stop him?

Has to be a 114 model.

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
nine, third strike.

Red alert now.

All hands, this
is the Captain.

Red alert.

Captain.

Sir, I don't understand.

I've 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 different.

But there's no turning
back from a red alert.

JOSEPH OPPENHEIMER:
Yes, admiral.

I understand.

The Remora is 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.

RADIO: Seven control
to air search

blue, report all sightings.

Blue niner to seven
control roger,

beginning sector three sweep.

Kilo one to service control,
initiating sonar search.

Attack force team
to seven control,

starting sector four sweep.

Roger, fourteen.

LAURA GARVEY: Thank you.

Oh my god.

What is it?

The Remora's missile
is aimed right at us.

ANNOUNCER: Attention,
this is not a drill.

An actual emergency exists.

An atomic missile
is aimed at us.

Try to keep order.

It is not safe to
leave the building.

Go to the fallout
shelter in the basement.

ANNOUNCER:
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 immediate.

Load the missile
tube now, and fire it.

Arm the missile in tube five.

I said, tube five.

ANNOUNCER: 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.

Please cooperate
by keeping calm.

Do not panic.

JOSEPH OPPENHEIMER: Laura,
you'd better get out of here.

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.

[ALARM]

Take over.

Fire in the berthing
compartment.

Secure the water!

What kind of a trick are
you pulling this time?

Where's the captain?

Lock him in the infirmary.

Get him!

All right, Parker.

Drop it.

Drop it.

Turn off the missile loader.

Don't touch them.

We're on red alert.

He's a robot.

And you're crazy.

All right, watch.

JOSEPH OPPENHEIMER: That
has to be a 114 model.

It's a visionary.

Remove eye shields, now!

Parker, get on the radio
and call headquarters.

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

What about the--

whatever it is, in the tube?

Oh, yeah.