Futureworld
- 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.
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,
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.
in the history of Delos
began with no obvious signs
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.
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
television correspondent,
you're still an employee.
In fact, you're my employee.
to spend the next five years
doing weather and fashion
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
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?
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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