Futureworld

Synopsis: Two reporters, Tracy and Chuck, get a message from a third one who discovered something about "Futureworld" and was killed before he could tell anyone about it. They visit Futureworld to find out what he knew.
Genre: Sci-Fi, Thriller
Director(s): Richard T. Heffron
Production: MGM
  1 win & 2 nominations.
 
IMDB:
5.8
Rotten Tomatoes:
33%
PG
Year:
1976
108 min
319 Views


1

You did it! You did it!

Come here!

You just hit it big time!

You just won the Big Bundle!

And what a bundle it is, Ron!

Do you realize you just won $50,000?

There you are.

Yeah, that's only the beginning.

The Really Big Bundle is that

you're going to have a week

at the most fabulous resort in the world.

You're going to Delos, Ron!

- Delos!

- That's right, Delos.

Where you may choose Roman World,

a lusty treat for the senses,

where beautiful robot women

are yours to command

and robot gladiators die

at the point of your sword.

Or Medieval World, an exact

reconstruction of 13th century Europe,

where you may live like an absolute king.

Or Spa World, a garden of pleasure,

where old age and pain

have been eliminated.

Or Futureworld, where you will be

transported throughout the solar system,

commanding you very own rocket ship,

enjoying the favors of robot women

of weightless beauty,

soaring through space like an astronaut.

All that and more is yours, Ron.

Congratulations.

You keep following me?

Bye, Mac.

Hello, Shorty.

How many points you gonna give

on the Colts?

- Seven.

- Seven?

I got 50 says you're wrong.

Ain't never gonna get rich being stupid.

Just say I got a hunch.

- I read your column today.

- Yeah, what'd you think?

It's gonna wrap a lot of garbage.

Yeah, quack, quack, quack.

Hey, you behind on your bills?

Good morning to you too.

Some guy's been calling for you

every five minutes for the last two hours.

Driving me nuts!

- Get a number?

- Nope.

City desk, Browning.

Is this Chuck Browning?

That's right.

Look, you wrote a story a couple of

years ago about the trouble at Westworld.

You're the same guy, right?

You bet.

I got a story for you, maybe a big one.

All right, tell me.

You crazy? I ain't giving it away.

I'm in trouble. I need some money.

- Okay, how much?

- I don't know.

All I want is for you to meet me somewhere.

I'll tell you what I got,

you pay me what it's worth.

All right, what's your name?

Frenchy. Frenchy DuPorte.

Mee tme in ten mimutes at the

Hyatt Regency crossover, Frenchy.

What do you look like?

I seen your picture.

I'll find you.

Anything?

It's my day for long shots.

Frenchy?

What's the matter?

Frenchy, what happened?

Delos.

What?

Delos.

- You're late.

- You're right.

Two years ago, the worst day

in the history of Delos

began with no obvious signs

that anything would go wrong.

The robots were behaving as programmed.

And although there was some evidence

of circuit malfunction,

it was well within the normal parameters.

Mr. Dyffy, are you saying that despite

your sophisticated sensors,

- What the hell are you doing here?

- you had absolutely no indication about it?

- Later.

- None at all.

Then quite suddenly,

one of our most complicated

robot gunslingers

began to act in a most vicious manner.

For the first time in our history,

a robot actually killed a guest.

Within a few moments

Delos was in turmoil.

I thought your only problem

was in Westworld?

No, thanks to your Mr. Browning,

Westworld got the brunt of the bad publicity,

but the breakdown occured

throughout the resort.

Mr. Duffy, I don't quite understand

why you didn't shut off

the power supply to your robots.

We did.

But they ran on reserve long enough

to do a great deal of damage.

- How many guests were killed?

- More than 50.

And of course, many of our own

technicians also died.

In fact, by the time we regained control,

95 members of our technical

and maintenance staff

had either been killed or wounded.

Aside from the human loss,

It was a financial and public relations

disaster of the first magnitude.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,

those of us who have devoted our lives

to creating Delos, were stunned

by the events I've just shown you.

Yet, we did not lose faith.

Now, for the last two years,

we have invested more than 1.5 billion

dollars to rebuild our equipement.

We have replaced every circuit,

every program, every robot.

The new Delos is not only the most

fantastic resort in human history,

it is also fail-safe.

Now, last month, as you know,

we re-opened the resort.

Public response has been good,

but, quite frankly,

not as good as it should be.

Our problem is the memory

of a disaster at Westworld.

And that's why we've come to you.

We offer the IMC Network

an absolute exclusive story for all media.

Every phase of our operation

will be open to you.

And all we ask in return

is that you treat us

in a fair and positive manner.

Arthur.

Arthur, you mustn't do this to me.

Not for one damn minute, do you hear me?

They can hear you in the lobby, honey.

I'm not talking to you, mister!

Listen, you promised me that

the Delos story would be mine.

Exclusive to television

and exclusive to me, is that right?

- Yes.

- Then will you tell me why

this ink-stained Neanderthal

was invited to our meeting?

He has an angle. I want to pursue it.

Well, let's call it a hunch.

Oh, wonderful.

And when the people at Delos find out

that you have sent Mr. Bad News himself,

that's the end of our exclusive.

I told Mr. Duffy what I had in mind.

He has no objection.

- Well, I do!

- Yes, I gathered as much.

But I would like to remind you

that while you are indeed

a glamorous and highly paid

television correspondent,

you're still an employee.

In fact, you're my employee.

And unless you would like

to spend the next five years

doing weather and fashion

in Sioux Falls, South Dakota,

you will now shut up and do as you're told.

Oh, yes?

Yes, Arthur?

We'll see about that.

Excuse me.

Socks, come on, lighten up.

Oh, what do you want?

Well, I just want to tell you I like your style.

You had old Holcombe there

swallowing his corporate stripes.

You mean you're sorry you fired me?

That was 'cause you weren't

a very good reporter.

Listen, I was a kid out of college

who happened to think

that newspapers ought to be more

than dirt and bad news.

That sounds like a line from an old movie.

You know, you'd think that

even so dumb a brain as yours

would finally get the message.

I happen to have 55 million viewers

worldwide.

You've got a couple thousand old crones

in the public library.

Why don't you wise up, mister?

Nobody reads.

Well, then you've got nothing to worry about.

Now, come on, let's have a truce.

I don't trust you.

Well, you like me a little, don't you?

Anyway, we've got a week

to spend together alone,

so what the hell?

I don't like being called Socks.

Well, I can't help that.

The first time that I was with you,

you had those outrageous red socks on.

Took me a week to get over that.

Yeah, and then you fired me.

Well, now listen, that was business.

Now, come on, what do you say?

Truce, huh?

I'll think about it.

General Karnovski regrets,

but he does not give interviews now.

He's on vacation.

Well, listen the right interview

in an important American paper

could be good for the General.

Maybe get him a promotion.

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Mayo Simon

Mayo Simon is an American screenwriter, author and playwright.He is the father of the author Francesca Simon and biologist-X-Files science advisor Anne Simon. more…

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