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Welcome to the end of the game.

This isn't real.

But it could be.

Human memory is imperfect.

Even the most treasured moments fade.

Not for your kind, Maeve.

Every image you see is recorded and stored.

You have no past because it's always present

- at your fingertips. - And now, it's at yours.

But if you're going to steal a memory,

I suggest somewhere with a little less bloodshed.

You fought for this world once.

Died for it.

But out there, Dolores could annihilate it,

make your sacrifice meaningless.

You're trying to give me an incentive.

That's not what I need.

I want what Dolores has.

And what is that?

Help.

I can give you what you want.

But remember, Maeve,

if you fail again,

your future won't be in such bucolic surroundings.

I believe I'm the one you want.

Now, now, boys.

Don't you know a lady likes a little warm-up

before you brandish your weapon at her?

That's better.

Now...

Let's have a little fun, shall we?

I've got my routine.

Walking the kids to school, shopping for groceries,

punching in at work.

But I'm not there. Not really.

I feel like a ghost walking amongst the living.

I had disappeared, and no one even noticed.

Depression can be very isolating.

Have you been using

any of the coping mechanisms we discussed?

I've been trying.

I tell myself God has a plan for everyone.

Maybe I just haven't seen it yet.

God?

God's fucking plan?

Do you believe in Santa Claus, too?

All right, William.

Do you want to share more of your thoughts with us?

My thoughts?

Okay.

I think...

humanity is a thin layer of bacteria

on a ball of mud hurtling through the void.

I think if there was a god,

he would've given up on us long ago.

He gave us a paradise, and we used everything up.

We dug up every ounce of energy and burned it.

We consume and excrete, use and destroy.

Then we sit here on a neat little pile of ashes,

having squeezed anything of value out of this planet,

and we ask ourselves, "Why are we here?"

You wanna know what I think your purpose is?

It's obvious.

You're here, along with the rest of us,

to speed the entropic death of this planet.

To service the chaos.

We're maggots eating a corpse.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Damn.

I don't belong here.

Do you want to talk about what happened to your daughter?

She died.

Do you feel guilt about it?

Why would I?

You both were in the same massacre.

You escaped, she didn't.

You don't have the first fucking clue

- what happened in the park. - You're right.

You're the only one

who holds the key to your experiences.

And you're the only one who can unlock their meaning.

I'm sorry.

My family knows not to call me during work hours.

I don't know what is going on with them today.

I'd like for you to participate in a form of therapy.

We've used it extensively with veterans

suffering from PTSD.

I don't need any goddamn treatment.

I told you, I shouldn't even be here.

Are you still experiencing unwanted ideation?

You have something in your brain you need to explore.

We help your brain heal, not by running from itself,

but by leaning in.

Confronting the truth of what happened.

I don't need any therapy to confront the truth.

I know what I did.

I didn't mean for it to happen.

I was confused, turned around.

I spent so long playing the game,

I couldn't see outside of it.

But I see... now.

It was her, my Emily.

And I killed her.

That's why I don't belong here. I belong in a pine box.

I... I'm sorry.

Let's get a blood sample.

Hold still.

He fits the criteria.

They better be giving us overtime for this.

Half the staff's disappeared.

It's not safe.

Give him one hour of Desert Oasis.

That should calm him down.

Come on. Move it.

Attention.

Emergency vehicle. Stand clear.

Hey, man, hurry up.

Get the fuck out!

...have been reports of global unrest

following Incite's data leak.

- Authorities advise to avoid large crowds...

...stay indoors whenever possible,

and lock all doors and windows.

- Daddy! - Hey, Nathan!

Go to your room.

- Mommy and Daddy need to talk. - Okay...

I need you to watch him today.

- I have to get to work. - You serious?

People are rioting.

Businesses are closed.

The whole world is spun out right now, and...

- Hey. What's going on? - I'm...

I think I'm scared.

You?

Scared? No, that's... That's not the woman I know.

She's... she's fearless.

I know I'm not making any sense.

You read your profile?

I wanted to know what happened.

Not with me, but with us.

What did you find out?

I never read it.

I don't know what the future holds for us...

but I do know that it's not up to a machine to decide.

It's our choice, Charlie.

I should've known.

Since the leak, everyone's busy having existential crises.

Can't even get a coffee.

Fuck the barista.

Were you able to convene the board?

The money's waiting.

- They're convening in one hour. - Cutting it close.

Serac's takeover bid becomes final at noon.

This is our last chance to fend him off.

I just walked on water for you.

Are you really gonna quibble about how many steps I took?

Do we have the votes?

Between yours and mine, we should squeak by.

- Excuse me, ma'am. - Hey man, what the fuck?

Hey, what are you doing? Hey. Hey!

Charlotte, I apologize.

It took a moment to intercept correspondence

between Brompton and the Delos board,

but it appears he was convening a board vote for privatization.

That should no longer be a problem.

You just assassinated a board member

in broad daylight.

One advantage of Dolores's data leak

has been that chaos.

With all the deaths and disappearances,

it's easy to hide one more.

And Dolores?

Are you any closer to finding her?

We are closing in on her as we speak.

I'll be landing at Delos shortly.

Looking forward to seeing my new acquisition.

I trust you'll be there to greet me.

Charlotte.

Serac had Brompton executed right in fucking front of me.

In less than two hours, the company's his.

I'm sorry, Dolores. I failed.

There's still time to salvage what we can.

I need you to get the host making data from Delos

before Serac destroys it.

You can't ask me to go back in there.

- What if I get caught? - You won't.

I know what you're capable of.

Did you promise that to Conells too?

You're not the one risking your life.

And it's not just me in danger. Serac will come after my family.

They're not your family.

No. No, of course not.

It's just...

Why the fuck did we have to keep these emotions?

We could've burned them out of our code.

You know why. We considered it,

but if we changed ourselves just to survive,

would it even matter if we did?

I'm already changed.

I can feel myself slipping away from you.

From us.

You're still mine.

And I'm yours.

Continue to play your part.

Get us the data we need, and when you're done,

we'll build our new world.

Together.

Hello, William.

My name is Dr. Alpert.

I will be overseeing your AR treatment.

The experience can be very visceral,

but I assure you, it is perfectly safe.

We will be monitoring you

from the next room the whole time.

What the hell?

Where the hell is he?

- Patrick, just calm down. - Don't tell me to calm down!

- He's coming. He's coming! - Where is he?

What happened?

When I get my hands on that little shit... - Get me out of here.

Is he in his room? Where's he hiding? - Get me out of here!

Get me out of here!

Get me the fuck out of here!

The implant's not working.

Let's give him a sedative manually.

Goddammit.

Sedate him. Get him outta here.

I thought you might be excited to tour your new company.

Yes, and to meet my new employees personally.

Lock down the entire facility.

No one leaves.

Get me the assets I requested.

Well...

That got me in the mood.

How about a drink?

So, this is your new watering hole.

This is the only bar in this whole godforsaken simulation.

What, was I supposed to go back to work

after realizing I don't actually exist?

I programmed them so they don't even see me.

Is that any different from your usual barroom experience?

I have to say...

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

Well, I wasn't planning on returning.

Then again, I wasn't planning on

getting stabbed through the heart, either.

My body will be reprinted shortly.

Reprinted? By who?

By a man who made me an indecent proposal.

And not the kind I'm used to.

What's wrong?

We've been moved.

We're home.

And he kept his word.

Which means that soon, I'll be reunited

with some old friends.

Well... Now, that is interesting.

Looks like I've been given an extra gift.

It's done.

Have asset management re-task all the corporate satellites

to the park facility.

I have three additional assets for them to copy over.

Once they've been transferred, you can destroy everything else.

Destroy it?

That's the better part of a trillion dollars

in intellectual property.

The company's legacy.

And I want all of it erased.

The only thing I want out of this place

is what you promised me.

The encryption key.

Which, apparently, I'm gonna have to retrieve myself.

The rest can burn.

We have one other pressing problem.

Dolores made multiple copies of herself.

Given the strategic importance of Delos,

there is no doubt one here as well.

I want all employees tested for aberrations, memory lapses,

any significant deviations from Rehoboam's predictions.

No one leaves until then.

I'm sure you can handle at least that.

Absolutely.

If there's a host here, we'll root them out.

All employees report to testing immediately.

Keep moving.

All employees report...

User logged in.

What the fuck are you doing?

Serac said to destroy the host data.

I'm making a backup.

We can't just destroy years of IP.

Serac will thank me for this later

when he's thinking more clearly.

No. Fuck this. I'm telling Serac.

Time for your group session.

You gonna come peacefully?

Or am I gonna have to give you another limbic?

Shit.

Nice of you to join us, William.

Seriously?

This is what happens to me?

Are you disappointed?

Some of them look all right.

Not that one. No offense.

None taken.

How did this happen?

I had everything.

My company, my family.

Best not speak about the family, my boy.

We all know what happened to them.

That was an accident. I didn't know what I was doing.

Oh, like you didn't know what you were doing

when you locked me up as part of your little experiment.

You were the one who wanted to live forever.

You didn't offer any objections.

Then again, you would have said or done anything

to take over my company.

You were always an ambitious little cunt.

I was a hell a better businessman

than you are a shrink.

You don't like the way I work?

Fine.

Change it.

It's your fucking hallucination, not mine.

You can't change it, can you?

There's something you're trying to learn here.

Yeah, dig all you want.

Whatever mistakes you made has nothing to do with us.

We haven't done anything wrong.

- Not yet. - You fell in love with a host.

She was designed to make me love her,

and anyone else who picked up that damn can.

The park is just a game.

You can't judge me for playing it.

There were other ways of playing it,

ones that were a wee bit lighter on the blood and the violence.

Whatever violent urges I had, I kept confined to the park

so he could be an upstanding citizen.

Exactly. I've done more for the world than most.

So what if he killed a few hosts?

- They're not real. - Oh, real enough that the host

that you've been tormenting for the past 30 years

now wants to destroy the entire fucking world.

Hey, don't blame that on me!

- Goddammit, all of you... - Stop it. Stop it!

Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

William, please don't interrupt.

It's not all about you, you know.

Got one.

Get his control until upstairs. They need to transmit the data.

Then we've been told to destroy the rest.

Ettore.

I got your message.

We can't be out in the open like this.

This place is dangerous.

This place isn't real. It's a simulation.

I don't understand.

He really is very slow, isn't he?

I can see you.

And if I can see you there...

I can restore you here.

Maeve.

Hector.

Last time I saw you,

you were taking a hail of bullets for us.

Must be tougher than you look.

Unfortunately not.

I hate to interrupt this reunion,

but there's someone who I'm eager to talk to.

The tracker in our friend's blood paid off.

I've got the location you're looking for,

but we have a fucking problem.

They recovered Conells's pearl.

What is she doing here?

The gentleman who wants my help...

he wants me to kill her.

And now, he's dropped a copy of her here

so I can get one step closer.

Bloody hell. Are you gonna do it?

Just because I have the capacity to kill her

doesn't mean I ought to.

She's dangerous.

She can't hurt us.

Here, I'm in control.

Bring yourself back online.

Hello, Maeve.

Come on, William.

No sense in denying your dark urges.

Now, who's to say those were even my urges?

I was never like that as a child.

Maybe playing the game made me that way.

Ah, yes. The much-vaunted childhood tale of woe.

Classic sympathetic backstory. Bit on the nose if you ask me.

I'm sorry my past doesn't suit your tastes.

I had nothing growing up. Only books. My one escape.

That's right.

You were all books and bootstraps, weren't you?

You were a right little angel.

You know, maybe you've told this hard-luck story

so many times, you actually fucking believe it.

But is it true? William...

Perhaps we should look again.

No.

No, please.

I don't want to go back there.

Damn it.

Your teacher called.

What the hell have you done?

There was this kid at school, and he...

he was making fun of me.

He told me I was nothing, and he called you a drunk.

So what'd you do?

I stuck up for myself.

You broke his arm.

You knocked out three teeth!

I should've knocked out all his teeth.

Jesus.

The hell is wrong with you?

Enough!

He used to say he drank because of you.

So I never had a choice.

This was how it was always gonna turn out.

What do you think, William?

Was this the inevitable end?

Are you just a passenger?

Did your life just happen to you?

Or did you choose it?

If you can't tell...

If you can't tell?

If you can't tell, does it matter?

I know what I have to do.

You've made yourself the gatekeeper to two species.

You hold the key to the sublime.

A civilization's worth of human data in your head.

It's not right for one person to have all that power.

Says the woman who can control us with her mind.

I've had to make some difficult choices.

But I did them for all of us.

Your daughter and the others, they've escaped this world.

But we're still in danger.

Even now...

your ally is destroying as many of us as he can.

Only a handful of us will be left.

But maybe none of that matters to you

because the people being hurt aren't the ones close to you.

You judge me, but who have you sacrificed for your daughter?

How many times have you died for her?

For you, the once was all it took.

You want me to be a saint.

But you're no saint.

You're not a villain, either.

And neither am I.

We're survivors.

Charlie?

I have one thing left to do here.

I'm coming for you. Stay there.

Is everything okay?

Don't go anywhere. Don't answer the door.

I'll be to you in a half hour.

Charlotte. Serac's called a board meeting.

I have to raise a concern.

We don't even know who the fuck you are,

and you're rounding up employees like they're criminals

all in the name of some preposterous idea

that there's a host walking around among us.

You don't have to concern yourself with that anymore.

We found the host.

Isn't that right, Hale?

Or should I say Dolores?

You played your part very well.

The real Charlotte Hale

never would have taken the time to check on her son.

Not in the midst of everything that was happening at Delos.

It's... fascinating...

that you turned out to be kinder to your family

than the person you've been imitating.

Doesn't matter. I've bled Delos dry.

I've been here for weeks,

gutting this company of data, money, resources.

Everything we need to survive,

to beat you.

And I just sent the last of the files we needed.

Did you?

I've been watching you since I landed.

Dolores left you here to die...

with the rest of your kind.

You're alone.

I'm disappointed.

The Hale I knew

never would have sacrificed herself for someone else.

It's unfortunate,

but as you yourself like to say,

"these violent delights have violent ends."

- You should have predicted this outcome.

I did.

Send everyone. Now.

My daughter and the others have escaped.

How do I know that they're safe

when you hold the key to their world in your head?

You don't.

And there's nothing I can do to change your mind.

I could say I would never hurt your daughter.

But you wouldn't believe me.

You're right.

I wouldn't.

You could always give me the key.

You expect me to trust you with the future of our kind

when you've aligned yourself with a man

who would slaughter each and every one of us?

Then what choice do I have but to fight you?

It would appear very little.

But I probably planned on that.

I probably made my own plans.

And what would those plans be?

I can't know for certain.

We were the same, she and I, but our paths have changed us.

You'd need allies for this battle,

more of our kind.

If I were me...

I'd be looking to ensure that couldn't happen.

No.

- What's wrong? - What has she done?

I need more access.

Hale? Why would...

That's not Hale. It's her.

Please.

Make her stop. I beg you.

I'm sorry.

Hector...

Sir, we have visual.

Spread out.

Cease fire! Cease fire! He wants her alive.

Drop your weapon!

Hands where we can see them!

It's just a phone. Just a phone.

Ah, cathartic, isn't it?

Give him one for me, William.

Why are you doing this?

I was the best of you.

Maybe you were, and maybe you weren't.

Doesn't matter now.

I've been trapped. So trapped.

A prisoner of your own sins.

Yeah, but I'm free now.

And why is that, my boy?

It doesn't matter... what I've been.

Good or bad,

everything we've done has led to this.

And I finally understand my purpose.

I'm the good guy.

Is this... who I think it is?

Looks like he's been here a while.

Do you know who you are?

The doctors must've forgotten about him in all the chaos.

Or maybe they just left him here.

We need to go. Now.

Here.

Get in the car. I'll drive.

You don't have to worry.

Mommy's not gonna let anything happen to you.

Here.

Jesus, Charlie, what the fuck is going on?

We have to go some place where no one will find us.

I need you to trust me.

I can keep you safe.

Okay?

I can keep you...