Westworld Page #3

I said, beat it!

I've never been in jail before.

First time for everything.

But I haven't done anything wrong.

You shot a man. That's something.

- Where are you from?

- Chicago.

Well, Chicago's a long

way from here, fella.

A thousand miles and more.

Hold it!

I guess that sort of

makes us desperados.

Yeah, I guess.

Well, what do we do now?

The way I figure it, anything we want.

- There's no law in that town now.

- I'll say.

We go in there,

and we do anything we want!

You know what?

What?

I almost believe all this.

Why shouldn't you believe it?

It's as real as anything else.

Yep.

I reckon.

What can you give me in Grid 7?

We have that on SM-514.

Transfer, now.

Transferred.

Reschedule.

She wants to meet the king.

We have to restructure for that.

Can't disappoint a guest.

Yeah, listen, this is the third day in a row

that I've called you about my laundry.

You've got all my shirts...

We're rechecking the tapes

on the mechanism now.

We have programmed infidelity

in the queen...

...as of two minutes ago.

All right,

coming up on the castle, zero...

Now.

It also conforms with your five-year history

at this time of the year.

Leave me now.

My queen!

If the king should hear of this,

we would both be put to death!

I would be more than happy

to die for you, my lady.

Let us pray it shall not be so.

I have news.

The Black Knight has returned,

and seeks a match with you.

The Black Knight...?

None other.

Is he pretty tough?

He has the strength of ten,

and cunning besides.

But...

...his sight is weak in his left eye.

Stay to his left and you will prevail

and win the day.

Confirmation of the reprogramming

of that Black Knight...

...for left lateral weakness and instability

for tomorrow.

I shall see you on the morrow?

My lady.

Schedule for tomorrow a.m.

It's his last day in the resort.

Let's make it a lulu.

Tomorrow a.m. Broadswords.

Schedule locked.

We have a problem

with the air conditioning in Beta section.

Send a crew out.

Yes! He can be sheriff

any time he wants.

That is correct.

Just give him the badge.

Now, I'm the new law around here.

You think you can handle things?

You wanna try me?

A thousand pardons, my lord.

What is your name, child?

Daphne.

Daphne.

Oh, I love this place.

I love my horse.

I love my horse and I love Julie.

Oh, shut up, will you?

I like the spots on my horse.

- Did you see the spots on my horse?

- Your horse is beautiful.

- Thank you very much. I like yours, too.

- Thank you.

Look out!

Let me handle this!

Goddamn it!

- Do you suppose it's real?

- Hell, no!

That's not supposed to happen!

Maybe it is!

Maybe it's part of the thing!

The hell! Goddamn machines, anyway!

That's not supposed to happen!

A rattlesnake struck a guest?

He was shooting at it and he missed.

The snakes are programmed

never to hit on a strike.

- Was the guest injured?

- Minor puncture wounds.

It's inexcusable to injure a guest.

Pick up that snake

for a total post at once.

Check all the snake's central mechanisms

tonight during the repair period.

Doesn't anything work around here?

Logic circuits on the snake

simply failed to respond.

There was no sign

of mechanical damage or tampering...

...and no clue to the malfunction.

Central mechanism psychosis?

I feel we should shut down

the resort for a month.

Oh, that seems rash.

A snake injured a guest.

We can't allow that to happen.

Many elements of the Delos Resort

are potentially dangerous.

That's part of the appeal.

But if they become truly dangerous...

I agree.

We can announce

that the resort is overbooked...

...and not allow any further

new guests to arrive.

We can take care of

the ones already here.

If we can't insure the safety of the guests,

we'll be in desperate trouble.

But we can insure their safety.

Everything's fine.

All right, let's start that bar fight.

Cheat!

John, what do you say?

Hit me.

Now, that's just rude!

Hey, Sheriff! Come on!

What's his problem?

Nothing. He got shot up today,

so we're taking the opportunity...

...to replace the visual cortex.

Using the new infrared units.

And we're increasing audio sensitivity.

You called for me, my lord?

Yes.

How long have you been

in the palace, Daphne?

Since I was three, my lord.

Charming.

I think we ought to get

to know each other better, Daphne.

Better, my lord?

I can reward you well.

My lord...

Daphne...

My lord!

Daphne...

My lord forgets himself!

Problem with the girl.

Program breakdown.

What's the trouble?

One of the castle machines

isn't responding.

Refusing a guest seduction.

Get her out of there,

and report it to central repair.

Right.

Refusing...?

- Did you find the trouble?

- No apparent trouble.

But she wasn't following programming.

She refused a guest seduction

and she is a sex model.

Certainly is.

Will they shut down?

No, the directors feel that to close down

now would hurt tourist confidence.

I don't like it.

Breakfast.

I'm never gonna drink again.

Okay, 437...

I'm not getting sound pickup

in the tenth quadrant.

Please set numbers to console...

Hold, varlet!

Are you speaking to me?

None other, sire.

Look, I'm hungry and I...

Prepare for thy doom,

thy scurrilous knave! Huh!

Wait a minute! Can't we talk this over?

What, have you no spine, varlet?

Well, I...

The queen!

Full monitor.

Okay.

Let him go.

Oh, what a hangover.

All right, varlet!

We're losing a little tolerance.

Bring me up.

Shut down! Shut down immediately!

Circuits don't respond, sir!

Then cut the robot power!

Power cut!

Oh, my head!

I'm freezing!

Gotta get to the hotel.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

- They're not responding!

- Shall we cut the main power grid, sir?

Shut it all down! Shut it all down!

Hold it!

Come on, not now.

Not you again.

It's too early.

Let me do it this time.

Your move.

I'm shot.

What?

I'm shot!

John...?

Oh, my God!

Draw.

Sir, we have no control

over the robots at all!

- They're running on stored charge!

- How long can they go?

Some will begin to run down in an hour.

Others can go a full 12!

- Turn the main grid back on!

- The relays must be frozen.

We can't get back our power!

Hello? Hello?

Now, how are we going to get out of here?

All these doors are electrically powered.

Now, get these doors open in here

before we all suffocate!

Temperature elevated, 98 degrees.

Oxygen, 17 percent and dropping.

Get that power on

so we can open these doors.

Hey!

Don't shoot me!

Hey, wait a minute!

What's the matter with you?

Hold out your hands.

Let me see your hands!

You're a guest!

You really gave me a scare.

Look, everything's broken down.

The machines have gone crazy.

You know about the machines?

Yeah, I repair 'em.

There's one chasing me now.

A gunslinger.

Gunslinger.

Must be a model 404, maybe a 406.

If he's a 406,

he's got all the sensory equipment.

It's a beautiful machine!

He's after me!

I don't doubt it.

What can I do?

There's nothing you can do.

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