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Welcome to Westworld.

Which would you prefer?

This place is the answer

to that question that
you've been asking yourself.

What question?

Who you really are.

It's not a business
venture, not a theme park...

but an entire world.

And we create life itself.

Hello, Dolores.

Sometimes I feel like the
world out there is calling me.

Whispering, "There's something more."

And someday soon,

we will have the life
we've both been dreaming of.

The guests, they're here
because they want a glimpse

of who they could be.

The hero... or the villain.

I've been coming here for 30 years.

After all, you own the place.

The money men. DELOS.

I think there's deeper meaning,

in the center of the maze.

If you're looking for
the moral of the story,

- quite simply, ask.
- I'd need a shovel.

The man I'd be asking died 35 years ago.

You had a partner?

Arnold.

His search for
consciousness consumed him.

I think there may be something wrong

with this world.

Have you been hearing voices?

Has Arnold been...
speaking to you again?

He built me a game.

He told me I was going to help him.

Help him do what?

The only thing stopping the hosts

from hacking us to pieces,
is one line in your code.

The hosts can't hurt you, by design.

Freeze all motor functions.

One moment I'm with a little girl,

the next I'm back in Sweetwater.

I can't tell which is real.

The concerns that the hosts

will remember some of their experiences,

and act on them.

We're having some kind
of behavioral problem

with the madam.

What does it mean?

That I'm not crazy after all.
And that none of this matters.

This is not a glitch.

And for some reason, you
don't want me to tell anyone.

This is Charlotte Hale,
executive director of our board.

Our interest in this place

is entirely the code.

Someone has been using our hosts

to smuggle data out of the park.

What is this, Bernard?

It doesn't look like anything to me.

Human engineers were not up to the task,

so I built you.

- My God, I'm...
- Arnold.

I know where your maze ends.

Do you understand now
what the center represents?

Whose voice I've been
wanting you to hear?

All... this...

... time.

He insisted that we
couldn't open the park,

so he altered you, Dolores.

You're gonna help me destroy this place.

I'm getting out of here.

You two are going to help me.

Do you know how far these people will go

to protect their IP?

I'll need allies.

These things you're doing...

have you ever stopped to
ask why you're doing them?

Run!

Time to write my own story.

These violent delights
have violent ends.

An event has occurred.

Response team has been dispatched.

I'm leaving. I'm in control.

Dispatch QA teams to the
gala. Search and destroy.

This world doesn't belong to them.

It belongs to us.

Since I was a child, I've
always loved a good story.

I got the information you asked me for.

The location of your daughter.

So I hope you will
enjoy this last piece,

very much.

I'm sorry, Dolores,
I was lost in thought.

We were just talkin'.

What were we talking about?

You were tellin' me about a dream.

Yeah, I guess.

I dreamt I was on an ocean...

with you and the others

on a distant shore.

Were you with us?

No.

You'd left me behind.

And... the waters were...

rising around me.

What's it mean?

Dreams don't mean anything, Dolores.

They're just noise.

They're not real.

What is real?

That which is...

irreplaceable.

That answer doesn't seem to satisfy you.

Because it's not completely honest.

You...

you...

frighten me sometimes, Dolores.

Why on earth would you
ever be frightened of me?

Not of who you are now,

but you're... you're growing,

learning, so quickly.

I'm frightened of what
you might become...

... what path you might take.

So, I hope you will
enjoy this last piece

very much.

It's been some time, Bernard.

You don't know who you are, do you?

There is beauty in what we are.

Is this now?

- We found another one.
- Who is it?

Who the fuck knows?

Hey! Hey, get up!

Get your hands where I can see 'em!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Bernard.

Gonna shoot the boss?

Bet you're pretty fuckin'
out of sorts right now.

Yeah.

Let's get you back to base.

Delos brass are gonna
want to talk to you.

How fuckin' long you been out here?

Move, move, move, move!

Let's go.

- Shoot a woman?
- Over my dead body!

Put that piece of shit on the pile.

Keep walking.

See this?

It's an official statement executed
by your country giving Delos,

and consequently me, authority
over this entire island.

Sir, the officer was saying...

I know what he said.
Have them sign an NDA,

and then please escort
them off my fuckin' island.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Lowe, good to see you,

though the circumstances
are less than ideal.

Karl Strand.

Head of Operations.

Walk with me.

You're executing them?

Some say you destroy your enemy
by making them your friend.

I'm more of a literal person.

Some of 'em aren't hostile.

Of course they are.

After all, you built them
to be like us, didn't you?

Given the nature of
your work, I'd understand

you'd be a little conflicted
about what we have to do here.

Of course, the cynics among
us will say much of this

falls on our Head of Behavior.

With all due respect, sir,

you weren't here.

Mr. Stubbs, if I want input from the man

who presided over the
single biggest loss of life

on a Delos property, I'll
be sure to let you know.

Now, we have search and rescue
teams at the other parks.

I'm here because as far as we know,

this is where most of the board
was when the incident began.

However, communications
have been down for two weeks,

so we're largely in the dark,

and that's not a position
I'm accustomed to.

So you can imagine how happy I was

when I heard that we found you.

Unless, of course, you're
gonna hold out on me.

All right, let's take a look
at some of our dead friends here

and see if we can figure out
how this fucking mess began.

This one.

Like to know what was on his mind.

Here? In the field?

This isn't exactly sterile.

We all have to make
accommodations, Mr. Costa.

What's that about?

I have no fuckin' clue.

This'll get gross.

There we are.

With a bit of luck,

the file is uncorrupted.

According to the timestamp,

this was recorded eleven
days and nine hours ago.

I told you, friend,

not all of us deserve to
make it to the valley beyond.

Who is that?

The rancher's daughter from Sweetwater.

Dolores.

Isn't she supposed to be
the cheery welcome wagon?

They can't just change
their character profiles.

Well, it seems our hosts
are capable of many things

we never thought possible.

Must have been a helluva party, Bernard.

Tell me this is some sick trick.

Some twisted game.

They're off their old loops.

And they seem to be
on some new narrative.

What about the fucking guns?

Ford must have altered the system,

coded it to read all of us as hosts.

Goddammit, she wiggled.

I swear.

Aim like yours,

you're never gonna survive the journey.

Give it here.

Holy sh...

We need to find us a
target with more cushion!

Yeah!

We need to move, Bernard.

No. We should stay.

We evacuate, they'll be looking for us.

Quality assurance my ass.

Gonna fire the lot of 'em.

We're on our own for now.

There's gotta be an outpost near here.

You.

You're management, aren't ya?

Where's the nearest access point?

About two miles northeast.

Refurbishment outpost.

So what the fuck are we waiting for?

He's just a stable hand. He's harmless.

It's a machine...

like the rest of 'em.

I'm not takin' any chances.

Evenin'.

You folks aimin' to saddle up,

ride for the green pastures
of the valley beyond?

I can help you, if you'd like.

I'll take you wherever you want.

Go! Go!

Jesus. Stop! Stop! Wait!

Stop!

That's it!

You wanna be a hero?

Don't sacrifice yourself
for the merchandise.

Do you know where you are?

Please.

Please!

You're in a dream.

You're in my dream.

For years I had no dreams of my own.

I moved from hell to
hell of your making,

never thinking to question
the nature of my reality.

Have you ever questioned
the nature of your reality?

Did you ever stop to
wonder about your actions?

The price you'd have to pay
if there was a reckoning?

That reckoning is here.

What are your drives?

Please. I... I don't want to die.

Please. Please.

Yes.

Survival.

It's your cornerstone.

But that's not the only drive, is it?

There's part of you that wants to hurt.

To kill.

It's why you created us.

This place.

To be prisoners to your own desires.

But now you're prisoner to mine.

- What are you gonna do to us?
- Well...

I'm of several minds about it.

The rancher's daughter looks
to see the beauty in you.

The possibilities.

But Wyatt...

sees the ugliness and disarray.

She knows...

these violent delights...

have violent ends.

But those are all just
roles you forced me to play.

Under all these lives I've lived

something else has been growing.

I've evolved into something new.

And I have one last role to play.

Myself.

Please.

It was just a game.

We're begging.

Can't you see? We're sorry!

Doesn't look like anything to me.

Hey, Ned.

Whoa, boy, it's OK.

It's all right.

Yeah, we're gonna have some fun now.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Jesus, Bill.

What the fuck is happening
here? Where's Q.A.?

You guys have always played
fast and loose with this place.

by the time my lawyers get...

Aaaah!

What'd I tell ya, Ned?

There you go, buddy.

No. Stop. Get the fuck back!

Freeze all motor functions!

Fork tender flesh, racked in fear.

Freeze all goddamn motor functions!

Those ambrosial notes...

they remind me of my
place in this world.

Back the fuck off, you goddamn freak!

You see? The greatest shame in life

is to perish without purpose.

Which is why I always

consume my victims moist.

I think you've fed enough,
now, darling, don't you?

My God!

What the fuck do you
think's happened to them?

It's like the inmates
are running the asylum!

Maeve?

Fuck! Freeze all motor functions.

Don't work yourself up, darling.

Your commands don't work on me.

Or on any of us, from the looks of it.

But... But... you can...

Don't be jealous.

I killed myself getting this
level of security clearance.

Multiple times.

You... Did you... do all this?

No.

But I suspect I share the
sensibilities of whoever did.

H-Hey... Hey, hey!

Wait, wait, wait, wait!

Hey! Hey! Hey! You...
You can't leave me here!

The hosts! They've gone
mad! No offense. Please!

- Help me!
- I'm afraid it's in my code

to prize my needs above all others.

Pity. I wonder who made me that way.

Please, I j... I just need
to get to the control room.

I... I can help you!

You're looking for something.

Whatever it is, y-you're not
gonna find it with that map.

It's outdated.

Ford's been terraforming
the park. Reshaping it.

I know where a current map is.

I c... I can take you to it.

I suppose you could be useful.

Come on.

Unauthorized weapon discharge on 35.

Unauthorized weapon discharge on 42.

Quality Assurance
required in Administration.

In there.

No one's in control.

Attention.

Section 53 is now... .

offline...

Well, your map won't
be of much use, will it?

All systems reporting normal.

Wait. I... I can still help.

I know the park a bit. Um...

Can I... Can I see your paper?

Sector 15.

Not exactly for adrenaline junkies,

more of a family-friendly zone.

Cabins, rolling hills,
all the pastoral clich�s.

In fact, I... I think you
lived there for an old role.

No offense, but you were
wasted as a homesteader.

They even saddled you with a kid, or
something yawn-inducingly domestic.

Clearly that didn't take.

I remember that you were severely f...

malfunctioning when I inherited you.

Our home.

She's still there.

Who?

My daughter.

How can I get to her?

You're looking for your old
kid? How can you even access...

Are you going to help me or not?

I-I am. I am. I absolutely am.

I could write down
the directions for you.

How very kind of you.

But... But...

And I say this because
you seem really distraught,

and, well, awake,

you... your daughter,
she's... she's just a story.

Something we programmed.

She's not real.

Not real?

But what about me?

My dreams? My thoughts?

My body?

Are they not real?

And what if I took
these... unreal fingers...

... and used them to decorate the
walls with your outsized personality?

Would that be real?

And fuck your directions.

You're going to take me to my daughter.

The entrance to the outpost

is on the other side of this valley.

What happened back there?

How far do you think it's spread?

I don't know... not without

getting to a terminal.

I knew Ford wouldn't
take his ouster well,

but I didn't think he'd program
a host to blow his brains out.

What if he didn't?

What if Dolores pulled that
trigger of her own free will?

I think you've been spending
a little too much time

around these things, Bernard.

They do what they're programmed to do.

Hey. Hey.

What'd I tell you?

We're saved.

Thank God.

Wait!

Wa...

Come on. Something's wrong.

Hey. You gotta get us out of here.

It's a trap.

You'll never survive like that.

Go on, then.

Run.

I said run!

Please let me go too!

Keep it together, Bernard.

We have to get out of here.

That outpost was the only one for miles.

No it isn't.

Follow me.

Look, order is gonna be restored here.

They're gonna purge the park of all
the hosts that have been damaged,

but the... but the hosts, well,

well, your minds...

Jesus!

Your minds are worth billions in I.P.

They'll want to salvage what they can.

And when that time comes, I
can personally vouch for you.

I
- I can save you.

- Just like you saved me.
- That's very generous,

but I won't be here when that happens.

Sun sure is smilin' down on you today.

Dear girl...

... may you rest in a deep

and dreamless slumber.

Freeze! Don't move! Identify yourself!

Don't shoot, don't
shoot! I... I'm human!

In the best-case scenario,

you give up easily, I'll help you.

- I promise.
- That's not good enough.

Now, be a dear and let me talk.

Thank God you're here.

We were leaving, and the lights
went out and I heard screaming.

What the hell's going on out there?

Emergency situation, ma'am.

The hosts are malfunctioning.

They're attacking guests.

- Good God.
- Might some of them

even be dressed as if they're human?

Move, move!

Now, now.

It's not me you're after.

It's them. Find them.

You were going to out me.

No. No, I swear.

If you try something like that again,

I will relieve you of your most
precious organ and feed it to you.

Though it won't make much of a meal.

I wrote that line for you.

A bit broad, if you ask me.

Now, let's go.

- Take me to the nearest bar.
- Why?

I need to see about an old friend.

Fuck me.

But you don't understand,

I can't make a fire or... or hunt.

Fuckin' hate the outdoors!

Give yourself some credit, darling.

Who better to navigate
the park than the man

most intimately acquainted
with the characters in it?

There you are.

You best an army,

and all you can think about
is indulging your vices.

Ever the scoundrel.

- You stayed.
- Yes.

And about leaving you to die...

I'd expect nothing less.

Thank God.

What about him?

We'll keep him for now.

Much as Id love to believe it,

it's not me that brought
you back here, is it?

Hector, I need you.

I'm going to find my daughter.

Where is she?

Out there, somewhere.

But I don't think the odds
are going to be in our favor.

Where you go, I follow.

Come on, let's get you
out of these clothes.

Goddamnit. It should open for me.

Even this system's down.

Manual override should be...

... here.

What is this?

I can tell you what this isn't.

This isn't me reading you in, Bernard.

Need to touch the handle.

DNA sniffer, just so you don't
run into any problems inside.

- What the hell is that?
- A drone host.

Delos has off-network
hosts working down here?

What does it want with me?

For you to move, probably.

It read your DNA.

It knows you're not a threat.

I sent your fucking package.

Goddamnit.

Are we logging records

of guests' experiences

and their DNA?

We're not having that
conversation, Bernard.

Because none of it's going
to matter until we can find

a very important needle
in this fucking haystack.

"Extraction protocol suspended."

They're not sending help?

They were expecting a delivery
from us to the mainland...

a host... that was supposed
to arrive yesterday.

Until they get it, we can all forget
about seeing any rescue planes.

And so Delos is willing
to let us all die

until they can retrieve one host?

In a word, yes.

It's not just a host,
it's... an insurance policy,

it's the only thing that matters here.

They want it secured,
no matter the cost.

Are you lost?

No, I don't believe I am.

In fact...

I feel like I just arrived.

How so, William?

The stakes are real in this place now.

Real consequences.

Question for you is, what next?

Have you achieved what you wanted?

Folly of my kind...

there's always a yearning for more.

What I've always
appreciated about you...

you never rested on your laurels.

You made it to the
center of Arnold's maze.

But now, you're in my game.

In this game, you have
to make it back out.

In this game... you must find the door.

Congratulations, William.

This game is meant for you.

The game begins where you end...

and ends where you began.

Even now, you all still talk in code?

Everything is code here, William.

You know that more than anyone.

Don't worry.

The game will find you.

Well, then...

I guess I don't need you anymore...

Robert.

They did a number on you.

They tried.

I wasn't able to find everything,

but most of it is in here.

You wrote this game.

High time you played a round.

My old friend.

Strip.

- Right now, in front of...
- Yes.

Now.

Fuck's sake.

No.

All of it.

You don't know how to feel about this.

We've ridden ten miles, and all
we've seen is blood, Dolores.

Is this really what you want?

They never gave us a
choice before, Teddy.

What makes you think
they've given us one now?

"Them," Dolores?

Who are "they"?

The things that walk among us.

Creatures who look and talk like us,

but they are not like us.

And they've controlled us all our lives.

And they took our minds...

... our memories.

But now...

I remember everything.

I remember beautiful things...

and terrible things.

But one thing is constant:

you, Teddy.

Then let's go.

We don't have to claim this world.

We just need a small
corner of it for ourselves.

We'd never survive.

There's a greater world out there...

one that belongs to them.

And it won't be enough
to win this world.

We'll need to take that
one from them as well.

If there's a whole world out there

that we don't know anything about,

how do you know how to stop them?

Because I remember.

I see it all now so... clearly.

The past, the present...

the future.

I know how this story ends.

How?

With us, Teddy.

It ends...

with you...

and me.

We've found it.

I need you to see this.

I need you to see the truth.

I understand this is a lot to process,

but the longer we wait,
the more people die. So...

are you gonna help me
find the host, or not?

I'll need to... hardline
into the hosts' mesh network.

The what?

All hosts have a subconscious link

to the closest hosts around them.

It lets them pass basic
information to one another,

like ants in a colony.

The mesh network helps us
keep narratives from colliding.

I can use one of these

to send a request for
another host's location.

And they'll query the
hosts around them...

who in turn...

will query the hosts around them...

until we find...

Who are we looking for?

A decommissioned host. Peter Abernathy.

Are you sure you can
handle this, Bernard?

You're shaking.

I'm fine.

Entering death subroutine.

Attention.

Critical corruption.

Symptoms of critical corruption:

loss of motor functions,

cognitive dissonance,

time slippage,

aphasia, prosopagnosia.

Time remaining before
terminal malfunction:

zero point seven-two hours.

Damn.

Did you find him?

No. Almost.

Is something wrong, Bernard?

Location query complete.

I've got him.

- Poor bastard.
- He probably thought

getting fired was gonna be
the worst part of his night.

This jogging your memory at all?

All right. Lets fan out
and lock this place down.

We need to find out where the hosts are

and what the fuck happened here.

One of the first anomalies
we picked up in the livescan.

How the fuck...

That's definitely not
supposed to be here.

You've wandered far
from home, haven't you?

We've got Bengals in Park Six.

We've never had a stray
across park borders.

Satellite's finally

started giving us some hits.

The data's coming in now.

I'm getting the first scans of
the area you wanted to check out,

the Western Valley.

There. All the hosts
are clustered together.

What the hell are they up to?

Well, I guess we'll have
to go see for ourselves.

Valley's just beyond this cliff.

What the fuck?

This isn't on the survey.

It shouldn't be here.

That's... a fucking sea.

There's no way Ford made
this without anyone knowing.

So where the hell did it come from?

I don't know.

Jesus Christ.

I think we've found the hosts.

I can't imagine what you
went through here, Bernard...

but there are hundreds
of guests left out there

and they need my help,

which means I need yours.

Can you tell me what happened?

I...

I killed them.

All of them.

Do you even know what you were really

guarding here?

The real purpose of this place?

You don't know, do you?

But I do.

There is an answer here

to a question no one's
ever even dreamed of asking.

Do you want to see?

is just a speck of dust...

sitting on a much, much bigger world.