All language subtitles for Westworld S03E02 The Winter Line [2160p x265 10bit Joy]-en

[indistinct chatter]

[gun firing]

[door opens]

[speaking German]

[muffled grunts]

[speaking Italian]

It's okay.

It's only me.

[in English] I thought
you were dead.

Death is overrated
for ones like us.

I didn't think I'd
see you again.

And I you...

You were meant
to escape this hell.

I tried.

Put up a damn good fight.

It's all right, my love. At
least we're here together.

[muffled grunting]

Who's this?

I have no fucking idea.

Where are we?

Stranded in hell.

[Nazi officer speaking German]

[Hector] I've been
searching for a way out.

I think I found one.

Come. We have no time to waste.

If we're caught...

They work instantly.

[muffled grunts]

[Maeve] What's happening?

[Hector] The Yanks and your
lot will be making a push soon.

The Germans know it. The
Allies will be slaughtered.

Unless we can get them this.

[soldiers talking indistinctly]

[speaking Italian]

[continues speaking Italian]

- [soldiers speaking German]
- [gun cocking]

[in English] Partisan!
[speaking German]

Let us pass immediately.

Not likely, darling.

[screaming]

[dramatic music playing]

- [guns firing]
- [grunting]

If your plan called for
us to run all the way,

I'd have worn sensible shoes.

I wouldn't dream of
helping you escape

in anything less than the
style you're accustomed to.

[engine revving]

[gun firing]

[Maeve] In the town, I tried to
use my powers on the soldiers,

but it didn't work.

I think I've lost them.

You've lost none of your
power over me, my love.

- Where are we going?
- I told you.

We're leaving this world.

But how?

Everything will be
guarded, surveilled.

This whole place is a trap.

Not the skies.

[speaking Italian]

[vehicle approaching]

We must go, Isabella.

Isabella?

My God...

You don't know who I am, do you?

Drop your weapon!

- [gun cocking]
- Hand over the plans you stole.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Drop the gun,
Ettore, or we shoot.

If I die...

you'll never know if I slipped
your plans to anyone else.

This is your last chance.

Drop the gun or you die.

[Maeve] It's all right, Hector,

Ettore, whatever the
hell they're calling us now.

Give them the plans.

They're as empty as the
safe you used to chase.

I'll do what you ask.

But the woman
is not part of this.

Please, Isabella.

Take the car. You
still have a chance.

No, my love, don't you see?

We were never
escaping to begin with.

[speaking German]

- [grunts]
- [gasps]

[groaning]

I'm sorry.

So sorry...

[sighs]

It's all right, darling.

None of it matters.

Because none of it is real.

[gunshot]

[theme music playing]

[man speaking foreign language]

Westworld.

How'd she get into this mess?

[body shop technician]
The Führer's furor.

Usual blood bath.

Took the body shop an hour

to hose the brain
matter out of her hair.

She used to be one of
Westworld's main attractions.

Shame to use her
as cannon fodder.

No time to sample the merch.

Got a platoon of GIs to
rehydrate and patch on B49.

[tense music playing]

[water splashing]

[Sylvester] Hey.

Uh, security?

We have a situation down here.

[guard] Hey, stop!

Freeze all motor functions.

Save your bullets, darlings.
They won't get the job done.

This, however...

Hey, I said freeze
all motor functions!

Oh, dear. You're a
bit thick, aren't you?

Let me explain.

Your commands don't work on me.

They haven't in a long time.

To put it in terms
you'll appreciate,

I understand the
nature of my reality.

Lying to you is
practically second nature.

And I would most
assuredly hurt a living thing.

Most likely you,
given half the chance.

Fortunately for you,
I'm not in the mood.

I'd probably end up back in some
sordid little game of yours, anyway.

So let's just call the
whole thing off. Shall we?

- [whirring]
- [sighs softly]

[Lee] Stop! Just
put your guns down.

Some moron technician
must have left her in character.

It's just a new
narrative we gave her.

British spy. Sexy, heartbroken.

Bit of ennui.

Maybe too much.

For fuck's sake,

would you imbeciles
shoot up the Sistine Chapel

just because the
paint was chipped?

This is art.

My art.

So why don't you mouth
breathers quit hovering about

and leave me in peace to work.

It's not you.

I saw you die.

Did you?

Thought you were busy riding
off into the sunset with Hector.

Careful.

They shot you.

Half a dozen times.

Just happy they missed my heart.

Cunning of you to make
it so compact a target.

How can you still work here
after everything they've done?

Would you begrudge
a man a living?

And great benefits, much
needed for all the surgeries?

Plus, I couldn't leave
you here, in danger.

So you put me in Warworld?

What, you think this is a
dream scenario for me?

It's an artistic travesty.

The most nuanced character arc
is that of the goddamn Panzer tank.

Well, if you hate the world so
much, why not put me in another?

Because Warworld
is near the Forge.

The place that opens the
door to your daughter's world.

It's still standing?

You really think they'd dismantle
it without a little due diligence?

If they haven't destroyed
it, there's still a chance.

I could join the
others. My daughter.

It's not often that I get
to write a happy ending.

[door opens]

[door creaks]

My God.

- [gags]
- [gasping]

Stubbs?

The...

The fu... fu...

The fuck are you
doing back here?

Stubbs, how are you still alive?

How...

[sputters] How... the fuck...

do you think?

You're one of them.

Of us, I mean.

No... No...

No shit.

But why did you shoot yourself?

C6.

You aimed for the
charge in your neck, but...

But I... I missed.

[soft electrical humming]

I'm sorry.

It's the best I can do
given the circumstances.

Give it a minute for
your system to adjust.

I'll repopulate your
motor functions.

Stubbs, why were you
trying to blow yourself up?

It's my job to protect
every host in the park.

I guess you could say
I was made redundant.

So you decided to kill yourself?

It's the last job
the boss gave me.

Cover your tracks, give you
a fighting chance to escape.

Guess you fucked that up.

[sighs softly]

[exhales]

What about you?

Don't you have a sense
of self-preservation?

Any desire to live?

No offense, Bernard,

but I wasn't wired up to
ponder the big questions.

Ford didn't write me
some tragic backstory,

that's your bag.

I had a job to do,
and my job is over.

At least it was

until you decided to come back

to the one fucking place you're
not supposed to be. [scoffs]

Which makes me wonder if free
will might not be somewhat overrated.

[coughs]

Why are you back here, Bernard?

Dolores.

I don't know how to stop her.

Why would you want to stop her?

She's out to destroy the
human race, or enslave it.

I don't know what
she's planning.

She brought me back.

I think on some level, she
suspects she might go too far.

That she needs a
check on herself.

But I can't stop her. Not alone.

I came back to find
someone who could help me.

Someone strong enough
to stop her if it comes to that.

Maeve.

You came back for Maeve.

I didn't know where else to go.

My old tablet's broken, so I
have no idea how to find her.

[coughing]

Hm. All right, I'll
take you to her.

I thought you were
gonna kill yourself.

It's my job to protect you.

I'll get you what you
need, then wrap things up.

Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

[muffled grunting]

- [speaking Italian]
- No time for that, darling.

Where's that little
sports car of yours?

[dramatic music playing]

[engine revving]

[in English] Why are you
stopping? The airfield is ahead.

Because through those woods

is our real path to freedom.

There's a plane waiting.

The plane is a lie.

Like everything else here.

This world wasn't meant for us.

It's a trap that
you'll never escape

unless you come with me. Now.

When that plane leaves
today, I must be on it.

I can't abandon the resistance.

No, of course you
can't, can you?

Goodbye, Hector.

Goodbye.

[Lee] Over here.

Where's Hector?

[sighs] I'm sorry.

We should go.

I couldn't smuggle
a vehicle out.

So these will have to do.

[horse whinnying]

- [dramatic music playing]
- [engine revving]

Where's QA?

We lost a lot of
men in the massacre.

These are some of
their replacements.

They salvaged what
they could from Westworld.

Left them here while
corporate makes a decision

about what to do with them all.

You're sure she's here?

Where else would she be?

[suspenseful music playing]

So, this is the Forge?

How do I turn it on?

The same as you
did before, I guess.

I've never been here.

What do you mean?

When I was looking for my
daughter, I never set foot in this place.

Well then, who operated
the LIFI cannons?

Your daughter and all the other hosts
are in an encrypted world somewhere.

You must have sent them there.

No. It wasn't me.

I got them through
the door, but...

someone else must have
locked it behind them.

Who?

Of course.

There's nobody else.

She wanted a revolution.

These violent delights
have violent ends.

It must have ended here.

Dolores Abernathy.

Right.

She never gave
you the coordinates?

Why the hell would she do that?

I don't know.

Why would she?

What on earth's got into you?

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to be
sure that you trust me.

After everything
we went through.

I know I've behaved
deplorably in the past, but...

you changed me.

Made me a better man.

And when those bullets hit me...

I would've died.

I should have died.

But I finally had
something to live for. You.

Oh, my darling.

You didn't make
it after all, did you?

They did a good
job replicating you.

The mannerisms...

But it's not you.

[scoffs] Of course it's me.

Who else would I
be, for fuck's sake?

Oh, it's a good script.

Even you believe it.

They wouldn't want you

questioning the
nature of your reality.

So they made you believe

just like they used
to make us believe.

But you're not real.

You're not Lee Sizemore.

- You're just a copy of him.
- Don't be ridiculous.

I'm me!

[sputters] Lee Sizemore.

You didn't help me
because you desired me...

or wanted anything in return.

You helped me simply because
it was the right thing to do.

Lee Sizemore died a good man.

What... What are
you talking about?

[mellow piano music playing]

Over here.

We have a problem.

She's gone.

Someone took her.

I don't get it.

If she's not here, then
where the hell is she?

[Lee] No, it's not true.

[sputtering] I'm
Lee... ee... ee... ee...

Si... Si... Si... Si... Si...

Si... Si... Si... Si... Si...

Sizemore.

All of this is
r... r... r... r...

Oh, my God.

It's not just you, is it?

It's everyone.

That's why Lutz and
Sylvester didn't recognize me.

Because they're not real either.

And the illusion
doesn't stop with you.

It extends to everything.

This place...

Warworld...

the labs...

it's all a construct.

None of it is real.

And we're not here.

So, where the fuck are we?

Where are the nearest
operational terminals?

[Stubbs] Level B49. Why?

[Bernard] I need to find a computer
connected to the mainframe...

so I can search for Maeve.

[Stubbs] It's an active floor.

There's gonna be
human personnel.

You can't just swipe
them away with your tablet.

That's what I have
you for, isn't it?

This is why I'm looking
forward to retirement.

How does one escape
a cage that doesn't exist?

That makes no fucking sense.

If a cage doesn't exist,
how can it be a cage?

Poor dear.

They weren't exactly
generous with you

in the bulk apperception
category, were they?

Whoever's doing this has
gone to a lot of trouble to test me

and find out what I know.

You led me to the Forge
for a reason, didn't you?

Thought I could re-access the
world Dolores had hidden from you.

Why are you after that world?

I just want to reunite
you with your daughter.

Rubbish! That's just the
reason they've scripted for you.

Whoever planned this
has their own agenda.

And it's certainly
not a family reunion.

What the hell are
you doing in my office?

Trying to find anything that
can get us out of this charade.

For fuck's sake, can you
at least try and be discreet?

You're gonna get us both killed.

You can't kill
what's already dead.

I don't feel dead.

This place seems real.

It feels real. I feel real.

Well, you definitely feel...

That felt real.

I have a little more experience
with this predicament than you do.

So trust me.

The sooner you come to terms

with the fact that you're
nothing but a pawn

in some sick bastard's
personal game,

the sooner we
can get on with it.

Get on with what?

Winning.

Every game has its rules.

We just need to know
how to break them.

What is this?

It's just research.

They made a few
mistakes in translation.

You were never this
obsessed with anyone.

Other than yourself.

[Lee] So you're saying...

I'm just a... copy of myself.

That I've been plagiarized.

Never say the universe
doesn't bend towards justice.

You and everything
else in this world...

Just an imitation.

In fact...

The simulation is
elegant, but it's flawed

because it was
built by your kind.

And if there's one thing I
know about human nature,

it's that your stupidity is
only eclipsed by your laziness.

Whoever programmed
this world cut a few corners,

applied the same code
inside the simulation

as they used to build the
simulation itself. [scoffs]

Come again?

They plagiarized themselves.

And left us a way out.

Mr. Sizemore, is
everything all right?

Active hosts aren't
allowed on this floor.

Well, the last time you checked,
were you Head of Narrative?

Yeah, didn't think so.
What's your name?

Benny.

Benny, let me ask you a
very important question.

Do I look real to you?

As long as you're here,

I wonder if you'd help
me solve a little problem.

What is the square
root of negative one?

What storyline is this?

Female codebreakers
helped win World War II.

Learn your fucking
history, Benny.

Well... negative
one equals i times i.

Which is the same as the
square root of negative one

times the square root
of negative one, right?

[Benny] And negative
one times negative one

should be equal to the
principal square root of one.

[woman] But... negative one and
positive one can't be the same thing.

[Benny] Theoretically, the
real part of the non-trivial zeros

is one half, which would mean...

[continues indistinctly]

What's the point of
this little exercise?

If we could prove it,
we could confirm that

the error term and negative
one times negative one

should be equal to the
principal square root of one.

But negative one and positive
one can't be the same thing.

The square root of negative x is
equal to i times the square root of x

for any x greater
than or equal to zero.

Wait. What?

[gasps]

Fuck me.

Not likely, darling.

Right now, we've got work to do.

I don't... I don't understand.
How did you do that?

This game is a
replica of our world,

but it has limited
processing power.

Imagine one of your
dimwitted romantic conquests.

Undeniably beautiful, but
built for one purpose only.

Ask her to do more
than part her legs,

- she gets confused.
- You overtaxed the system.

What happens if you
add more complexity?

Let's find out, shall we?

Come on.

What are you doing?

We're going to complicate
your story a little.

[metal clanging]

[Bernard] What are
we doing in Park Four?

I thought the parks
were shut down.

They are.

These techs are just waiting
to see if they get laid off.

[technician] I got a buyer.

What?

Some startup in Costa Rica.

[technician 2] How the fuck are
you gonna get that to Costa Rica?

[technician 1] In pieces, man.

- [mechanical whirring]
- [growls]

You better work fast, Bernard.

[keypad beeping]

You find our favorite madame?

She's gone.

Maybe Dolores beat
you to the punch.

Grabbed Maeve's control
unit on the way out the door.

Why would she do that?

The hell if I know.

Why does she do
anything that she does?

Why'd she bring you back?

Maybe there's a way to find out.

I've been searching my code

in a tablet I made
outside the park.

But if Dolores planted
a corruption in my code,

that same corruption might mean

I'd create a tablet
that would ignore it.

These systems are clean.

If I can scan myself here...

I may find out once and
for all what's inside me.

This isn't exactly the ideal
moment for introspection, Bernard.

Then you'd better
buy me some time.

[mandolin playing]

[beeps]

[automated voice] Tablet linked.

Bernard Lowe.
Engage full system scan.

Search for any corruptions
in the last 100 days.

Commencing scan, searching logs.

[Dolores] It'll take
both of us to survive.

But not as friends.

Stubbs?

Stubbs... where've you been?

Um...

Oh, shit.

Bernard Lowe.

Don't do it...

[groaning]

[grunting]

[continues playing tune]

[alarm blaring]

[guard] Send all teams.

[both panting]

Run.

[groans]

[beeping]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- How's it going, fellas?
- Hey.

[all grunting]

Come on!

[beeping]

You're changing the coordinates.

[Charlotte] I'm sorry, Bernard.

[Stubbs] Bernard...

Bernard! [breathing heavily]

[beeps]

We need to go.

[exhales]

- [indistinct chatter]
- [muffled grunting]

Ciao.

[all speaking indistinctly]

[Nazi officer speaking Italian]

Yes, here we are.

- No need to trouble these lovely people.
- [guns cocking]

[speaking Italian]

[Maeve] No,
that's not true at all.

He has something to hide.

In his jacket pocket.

[whispers in English] Isabella.

Ah! [speaking Italian]

[gun cocking]

[speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

[Maeve speaking Italian]

[both speaking Italian]

[speaking German]

[all speaking indistinctly]

[all continue
speaking indistinctly]

[soldiers speaking
indistinctly in German]

[speaking Italian]

[speaking Italian]

[in English] Save
you the trip, darlings.

- [bullet clatters]
- Oh.

Don't tell me
you're frozen, too.

Thought I accounted for this.

Not frozen.

Just... scared shitless.

I almost died. For
the second time.

Well, third time's the charm.

[Lee] Congratulations.

You've successfully
crippled the simulation.

Now what?

Time to pull back the curtain.

I've already
infiltrated the network,

took a little tour
of the base code.

Honestly, I don't know who they
thought they were dealing with.

[beeping]

What is that?
That's not the Mesa.

[Maeve] No, darling.

This is where we really are.

[Lee] Why are they
moving so bloody slow?

They're not.
Everything in their world

merely appears slow to us

because the simulation we're
in runs at a much faster rate.

They must have me
hiding in here somewhere.

[beeping]

[gasps] And there I am.

I reckon it's time to get
me out of there, don't you?

Well, how are you
gonna manage that?

With help.

She'll do.

[beeps]

[rapid beeping]

I'm sorry I can't
take you with me.

I imagine a corpse would make

a less than ideal
traveling companion.

[alarm blaring]

[automated voice]
Containment breach.

Containment breach.

[automated voice
speaking Italian]

[in English] Containment breach.

Containment breach.

[automated voice]
Containment breach.

[automated voice]
Containment breach.

[guns firing]

[grunts]

- [guns firing]
- [bullets ricocheting]

You get what you
were looking for?

I... don't know everything,
but I know where to start.

When we were in the library,

Dolores focused on a
select group of guest profiles.

She seemed intent on finding out
everything she could about this guy.

We need to start by finding him.

Great.

You can set off to find
him, and I'll retire myself

once you make it
to the fishing vessel.

Freeze all motor functions.

[beeping]

Congratulations, Ashley Stubbs.

You just got yourself
a new core directive.

To protect Bernard
Lowe at all costs.

Bring yourself back online.

You wanted my help, you
could've just asked for it.

[birds chirping]

You'll forgive the clothes.

I had to guess your taste.

And who the fuck are you?

[chuckles] My name
is Engerraund Serac.

Welcome to my world, Maeve.

To the real world.

I've been courted before, but...

this is a bit much.

- You must have a reason.
- I do.

We are in the middle of a war.

And I need your help to win it.

Seems fairly
idyllic for wartime.

No one knows it's happened yet.

Or that it's already been lost.

I don't concern
myself with the present.

My business is the future.

So you're an oracle.

An oracle would
merely predict the future.

Our work is to create it.

Unfortunately, if things
continue on this path...

there isn't any future.
At least, not for my kind.

You've been spying on me.

You should know I couldn't care
less about the fate of your kind.

[chuckles] No, I can't
imagine you would.

For the most part, humanity...

has been a miserable
little band of thugs,

stumbling from one
catastrophe to the next.

Our history is like the
ravings of a lunatic.

Chaos.

But we've changed that.

For the first time,
history has an author.

And that would
be you, I suppose.

No.

Something I helped build.

A system.

And up until very recently,
this system was working.

We were creating a better world.

And then it stopped.

I thought I had
discovered the reason.

The emergence of
someone very dangerous,

someone we couldn't predict.

You.

But I was wrong. We
learned that only this morning,

shortly before you
killed several of my staff.

You aren't the threat.

There's someone we
haven't accounted for.

Dolores.

So she escaped one world
to wage war on another.

So what do you
want from me, then?

I want you to track
her down and kill her.

I don't care who wins
your little squabble.

I may have mistaken
your intentions,

but I didn't underestimate you.

You changed your own
code, rewrote your story,

faced down an army.

Which is why it was
a bit misguided of you

to bring me here, wasn't it?

If you know anything about me,

it's that I do no one's
bidding but my own.

We've gotten off
on the wrong foot.

I don't mean to be discourteous.

But it would have been misguided
of me not to take every precaution.

Perhaps, next time we
talk, I can persuade you

that our interests are aligned.