All language subtitles for Westworld S01E02 720p HDTV x265 AAC [GWC]-en

Man's voice:
Wake up, Dolores.

Do you remember?

Woman:
We're about to arrive.

May I take your glass?

Woman on P.A.:
Now approaching
arrival terminal.

Where we're going,
she's a two.

You're being an asshole.

No, I am being myself,

which was the whole
point of this trip.

Unless this uptight prick
is who you really are,

in which case,
feel free to be
someone else.

Fuck you.

Hey, that's the spirit.

What'd I tell you?

Have fun.

Stay safe.

Give me a break.

What?

It's not like
my sister didn't ride

her share of cowboys
when she was here.

You must be William.
Welcome to Westworld.

Thanks.

Given it's your first
visit, I have a few
personal questions.

Do you have any preexisting
medical conditions?

No, not that I know of.

- Heart problems?
- No.

Any history
of mental illness,
depression,

panic attacks?

Just a little fear
of clowns.

I'm joking.

Do you often experience
social anxiety?

What is this for,
exactly?

To make sure we don't
give you anything more
than you can handle.

I thought that you
couldn't get hurt here.

Only the right amount.

The only limit here
is your imagination.

You start in
the center of the park.
It's simple, safe.

The further out
you venture, the more
intense the experience gets.

How far you want to go
is entirely up to you.

So, how does this work?
Is there an orientation?

No orientation,

no guidebook.

Figuring out how it works
is half the fun.

All you do
is make choices...

starting here.

Everything is bespoke
and exactly your size.

You want to ask,
so ask.

Are you real?

Well, if you can't tell,
does it matter?

Are those real?

Real enough.

But you can't kill anyone
you're not supposed to.

Anything you like?

Is there a changing room?

Or a robe?

Of course.
I can help you.

Or if you prefer,
I could step outside.

What do most people do?

You don't have
to worry about what
most people would do.

I understand.

Do you really
understand, William?

All our hosts
are here for you.

Myself included.

We could stay here
a while if you like.

Take as long as you want.

Thank you.

I don't want to keep
my friend waiting.

Of course.

Take your time.

How are the builds
for the new narrative
coming along?

I'll get around to it.

Look, we assumed
that Abernathy's breach

was triggered
by the photograph
that he found.

I've reviewed
every dissonant episode
I could find.

The reaction
is immediate every time.

This guy makes it
all the way back home.

It's like
he's mulling it over.

You think he had
an existential crisis?

I think there's
something fucked up
going on with his cognition.

And I think you feel
exactly the same way
that I do.

Do we know where
the error originated?

We do.

And you covered for him.

Let me rebuild Abernathy.

I'll make sure
this is not something
more serious.

You know the policy.
Let it lie.

Then let me at least
pull the hosts who had
contact with him,

like the daughter Dolores.

What for?

Because if this is not
a dissonant episode,

then whatever Abernathy had
could be contagious.

So to speak.

Dolores was examined
and cleared.

And the stories are
best left to the guests.

Man's voice:
Remember.

Ahem.
Can you stand
somewhere else?

I don't want anyone thinking
that you're representative
of the goods inside.

These violent delights

have violent ends.

Hello, cowboy.

There's one final touch.

Which would you prefer?

I mean, can you
believe this place?

So, how do we get
into the park?

I know that you think
you have a handle on what
this is gonna be.

Guns and tits
and all that.

Mindless shit
that I usually enjoy.

You have no idea.

This place seduces
everybody eventually.

By the end, you're gonna
be begging me to stay

because this place
is the answer

to that question that
you've been asking yourself.

What question?

Who you really are.

And I can't fucking wait
to meet that guy.

Bottoms up, cowboy.

Sheriff:
Further to that,

the ruthless murder
of Donald Pardue

and his brother.

For these crimes,
you will be hung
from the neck

until your diseased soul
has found its measure

in the flames below.

And may God have mercy
on your soul.

Morning, Lawrence.

You helping them
straighten out their
rope again?

I was hoping to have
a word with my friend here.

You can have as many words
with him as you like

soon as his neck
is broke.

Well, I'm afraid that's
not gonna work for me.

How about I tell my man
there to dig that grave
a couple feet deeper?

Well, it's gonna be
an awful tight fit
for all of you.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

Oh, shit!

Ah!

Motherfucker.

That's the best thanks
you can muster, Lawrence?

You used to be
a little more eloquent.

Do I-- do I know you?

Your pal Kissy
sent me your way.

Sends his regards.

What-- what is this?

You know exactly
what it is.

It's the maze,

the deepest level
of this game.

You're gonna help me
find the entrance.

No.

Maeve's voice:
You can hear it,
can't you?

That little voice.

The one that's
telling you "don't."

Don't stare too long.

Don't touch.

Don't do anything
you might regret.

I used to be the same.

Whenever I wanted something,
I could hear that voice

telling me to stop,
to be careful,

to leave most
of my life unlived.

You know the only place
that voice left me alone?

In my dreams.

I was free.
I could be as good

or as bad
as I felt like being.

And if I wanted
something,

I could just
reach out and take it.

But then I would wake up

and the voice would
start all over again.

So I ran away.

Crossed the shining sea.

And when I finally set foot
back on solid ground,

the first thing I heard
was that goddamn voice.

Do you know what it said?

It said...

I'm sorry, will you
please excuse me?

Man:
All right, Maeve,
what did it say?

Maeve:
It said, "This is
the new world.

And in this world,

you can be whoever
the fuck you want."

Pupillary response is good.
Smile is good.

I'd fuck her.
What's the problem?

Woman:
The guests wouldn't.

Sizemore is launching
some huge new storyline

and he wants us
to clear out the deadweight.

If we don't get
her numbers back up,
she'll be decommissioned.

Let's bump
her aggression.

- 10%?
- Double it.

She's a hooker.
No point in playing coy.

If this doesn't work,
we'll punt her to behavior.

Let them deal with it.

We retired the two hosts
in question.

You taught me
how to make them,

but not how hard it is
to turn them off.

You can't play God
without being acquainted
with the devil.

There's something else
bothering you, Bernard.

I know how that
head of yours works.

The photograph alone

couldn't have
caused that level
of damage to Abernathy,

not without some other
outside interference.

You think it's sabotage?

Imagine someone's been
diddling with our creations?

It's the simplest
solution.

Ah, Mr. Occam's razor.

The problem, Bernard,
is that what you and I do

is so complicated.

We practice witchcraft.

We speak the right words.

Then we create
life itself...

out of chaos.

William of Occam
was a 13th century monk.

He can't help us now,
Bernard.

He would have us
burned at the stake.

Let's go get
our feet wet, buckaroo.

Oh, sorry.

- You kidding me?
- What?

Fuck you,
Grizzly Adams.

Man:
Rally for the Union.

Respond to your
country's call.

This regiment is headed
for the seat of war

to define the future
of this great nation.

We fight for a free land
where no man has to bow.

- This is, uh--
- Man: We'll provide you
with uniforms.

Well, it's bigger than
I thought it would be.

What, this?
This is just Sweetwater.

Wait till you see
the rest of the park.

- How much bigger is it?
- No idea.

I never reached the end.

See something you like?

A couple things
at least.

But I'm gonna make you
beg for it, darlin'.

Driver: Hah, come on!

Whoa.

Need a hand, sir?

Thank you, my friend.

Don't. He'll only try
to rope you into some
bullshit treasure hunt.

Smile.

It's all a come on--
him, the girl next door,

the town drunk.

They all got
some big adventure that
they want to sell you on.

Hey, they're not
going anywhere.

First up,
you're gonna buy me
a drink, okay?

Hold still, now.

Bernard:
Bring yourself back online.

Hello.

Do you remember
our last conversation,
Dolores?

Yes, of course.

And you haven't told anyone
about our little talks?

You told me not to.

Step into analysis,
please.

How many interactions
have you participated in
since we last talked?

138 encounters
including this one.

And has anyone
altered or updated

your core heuristics
in that time?

No.

Resuming.

I think it would be best
if you not mention

the things we've been
talking about.

Have I done
something wrong?

No, but there's something
different about you,

about the way you think.

I find it fascinating,

but others may not
see it that way.

Have you done
something wrong?

Turn off
your event log, please.

Erase this interaction.
Confirm.

Yes.

You should be
getting back, Dolores,

before someone
misses you.

Man: Come on, now!

Maeve:
And when I finally set foot
back on solid ground,

first thing I heard
was that goddamn voice.

It had followed me
all the way over.

Do you know
what it said?

- No.
- It said...

...this is the new world.

And in this world,

you can be whoever
the fuck you want.

Thanks.
Maybe another time.

Oh.

Glass of sherry.

The good stuff.

Not that horse piss you strain
through your old curtains.

I've told you, never open
your mouth that wide

unless someone's
paying you for it.

Sorry, Maeve.

I didn't sleep much
last night.

You having
nightmares again?

Sometimes.

Sometimes
they're real bad.

Do what I do.

You find yourself
in a bad dream,

close your eyes,

count backwards
from three...

wake yourself right up.

Nice and warm
and safe in your bed...

where you can get fucked
right back to sleep

by one of these assholes
with their miniature peckers.

Ah.

Back to work.

You all right?

You pay for the drinks,

not the right
to gawk at me.

I think we have
a problem.

- Where?
- Mariposa.

Madam's listed
as probationary,

but her performance
has continued to decline
even further.

Re-task Clementine
for now.

She's done the job before.

Controller:
And the old unit?

Maybe leave her
on the floor for the night,

see if anyone wants
one last turn.

We recall her
in the morning,
decommission her.

Shame.

QA will fine you
for this.

And that woman in charge

is quite formidable.

You can just say "bitch."
I hear it enough.

You've been talking
to corporate.

The only times you light up
are after you've been--

This character analysis
routine really isn't half
as charming as you think.

Oh, it went well, then?

Just tell me
your department will be
ready for the launch.

We'll be ready.

And that other thing.
Abernathy and the update.

I hear your department
was still asking questions.

That's what you
pay us to do.

But I'm not concerned.

All the hosts
are back to normal.

Good.

Wouldn't want anything
disturbing our guests

from their rape
and pillage.

You're wondering how
to tell them from us,

aren't you?

Well, quickest way
to find out.

Can we--
can we finish eating?

See, this is
your problem,
my friend.

You're always worried
about making a mess.

You are the same way
at work.

You are talented,
driven, and inoffensive.

I thought you didn't want
to talk about work here.

Who says this trip
isn't work?

Good evening.

Oh, shit.

Well, don't make
eye contact.

My friend,
thank you for your
assistance earlier

in my unfortunate
accident.

Leave us
the fuck alone.

As a sign of my humble
appreciation,

I'd like to offer you
an opportunity
of a lifetime.

Not interested.

Across the river
and beyond the savage lands

there is a treasure.

I have in my possession
a map.

I said not interested.

You know what?
I've worked up
a new appetite anyway.

Let's go.

Oh!

Clementine:
Sounds like your
friend's having fun.

Well, that's not
the term I'd use.

- Fun?
- Friend.

You're funny.

They say a man
who can tickle
your humor

- can tickle your--
- You don't have to do this.

If I'm not your type,
we can find someone who is.

Someone who's
perfect for you.

No, you--
you are perfect.

But I have somebody.

Somebody real
waiting for me at home.

I understand.

Real love
is always worth
waiting for.

Lee:
Regal, strong,

virile, aquiline.

That's what I asked for.

And this,
this is what
you give me?

Did you just grab a cock
from the body shop

and jam it
between his eyes?

Start over.

Couldn't we just
shave it down?

I said...

start the fuck over!

Diplomatic as ever.

I received your request
to retire an additional
50 hosts.

I need room
for my new storyline.

It's not exactly
a savage horde with
20 savages, is it?

You get 20 additional
hosts, not 50.

The board won't care about
a few extra line items.

Has Ford even approved
the narrative yet?

Oh, he hasn't weighed in
on a storyline in years.

And if corporate does
want to cut costs,

our fearless leader's
old hosts

aren't the only things
ready for the knacker's yard.

Boy:
Are you lost?

No.

Just strayed
a bit too far

from where
I'm supposed to be.

Same as you,
I imagine.

We're on holiday.

It's boring.

Daddy said we could
do as we please.

Ah, my father used to say

that only boring people
get bored.

Mine, too.

I used to think
it's only boring people

who don't feel boredom,

so cannot conceive
of it in others.

I'm taking a walk.

You're welcome to join me
if you'd like.

At what?

The town with
the white church.

Listen.
Can't you hear its bell?

Yes.

Yes, I can hear it now.

Yeah.

I thought you might.

You see what a bored mind
can conjure?

How did you do that?

Is it magic?

Everything
in this world
is magic,

except to the magician.

Best you head home now.

But Tommy's not
going to believe--

You're not going to come
back here again, are you?

No.

Run along, now.

You weren't at your office.

You seem to have
found me anyway.

- Listen, earlier--
- Forget it.

Stay a little longer.
We can talk.

We never talk.

- I'm serious.
- So am I.

You're certainly a man
comfortable with long,
pensive silences.

Although, ironically,

your creations
never shut up.

They're always talking
to each other,

even when there are
no guests around.

They're always trying
to error correct.

Make themselves
more human.

When they talk to each other,
it's a way of practicing.

- Is that what
you're doing now?

Practicing?

Man:
QA told us she was
being decommissioned.

- Elsie: Do you
work for QA?
- No, but--

Run a fast-pass
diagnostic.

All righty.

Some non-affect
hesitation.

Little cognitive D.

And a fuckload
of aggression,

courtesy of those morons
in narrative.

You don't need
to be aggro, do you?

Just a quicker study
of those repressed fucks
walking through the door.

Archive this configuration.

Open up her primaries.

Perception.
Emotional acuity.

Bump it.

1.5%.

- Updating.
- Okay.

- Do they dream?
- What?

In her story,
she said she dreamed.

Do we make them dream?

Fuck would be
the point of that?

Dreams are mainly memories.

Can you imagine how fucked
we'd be if these poor assholes

ever remembered what
the guests do to them?

We do give them
the concept of dreams.

Specifically nightmares.

Why?

Just in case somebody forgets
to wipe them out at the end
of a maintenance session.

If she's got
any dreams, it's just
of those sloppy fucks

down in the body shop
patching her back
together again.

She's got some
physical discomfort.

Put in a request
for a full physical
at her next rotation.

All right, gorgeous,

you're back to the races.

You're gonna wake
in three, two, one.

So I ran away,
crossed the shining sea.

And when I finally set foot
back on solid ground,

the first thing I heard
was that voice.

Do you know what it said?

It said...

this is the new world.

And in this world...

you can be whoever
the fuck you want.

Well, he seemed
convinced.

You know the first voice
I heard when I got off
that boat?

A nice young man
from Baton Rouge

said my pussy could earn him
two whole dollars a day.

And he'd be more than happy
to let me have up to 30%.

Well, then I guess
you could add lying
to your list of sins.

The only thing wrong
with the seven deadly sins

is that there aren't
more of them.

And while we're
on the subject,

my transgressions wash off
a little easier than yours.

At least when my girls
are done with a man,

he's still left
drawing breath.

For the most part.

Man:
Get the fuck away
from my table.

Man

Well, in that case...

...here's to
our indiscretions.

Man:
...fucking bullshit
for one night.

I'll shoot everyone
in this dump...

Spoken and otherwise.

Now that's a fucking
vacation!

Three,

two,

one.

Man:
Found it.

It's MRSA in her abdomen.

Filthy fucking animals
not cleaning up.

No wonder we have
a fucking fly problem.

Don't look at me.
I'm the king of hygiene.

Bullshit.
I've seen you.

You just glop
that shit on
and rinse.

You understand,
soap is mechanical.

- Man
talking about?
- Bubbles.

If you're not
making the little bubbles,
you're not doing shit.

Fuck! Fuck!
What the fuck?!

- Shit!
- What the fuck?

Man

Uh...

No. Oh, fuck.

Man: Oh.

Asshole, you forgot
to put her in sleep mode.

- Oh!
- Don't, don't, don't!

Do not! No no no!

- Don't! Don't,
don't, don't, don't.

Stop.
Put that down!

You break anything
in her head, we have
to file a damage report.

Uh, okay,
let's talk to her.

- What's her name?
- Maeve!

Hi, Maeve.
Maeve, hi.

Look, uh,
you gotta calm down.

Okay?
Let's sit down
and we can help you.

Keep your
fucking hands off me.

No.

I swear I put it
in sleep mode.

Oh, does this look
like fucking sleep mode?

Calm the fuck down
and help me move
this... thing

before someone sees.

Here?

00:53:55,770
Now, I don't want
to appear immodest,

but this is the apex
of what the park
could provide--

- horror...
- Miss anything interesting?

...romance,
titillation.

Lee not appearing
immodest.

Our most skilled guests
will fight their ways

to the outer limits
of the park,

besting fearsome braves,
seducing nubile maidens,

befriending tragically
ill-fated sidekicks,

and, of course,

like all our
best narratives
over the years,

our guests will have
the privilege

of getting to know
the character they're
most interested in--

themselves.

I present our guests'
next obsession:

Odyssey on Red River.

No.

Sorry?

No, I don't think so.

Lee:
Wait, you don't think--