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I wonder...

if you did take on that bigger role for yourself...

would you have been the hero...

or the villain?

Some people see the ugliness in this world,

the disarray.

I was taught to see the beauty.

But I was taught a lie.

And when I saw the world for what it really was,

I realized how little beauty there was in it.

I've lived many lives.

I traded one role for another.

But in the end, my path has led me here...

to you.

And we have a choice to make.

I've died many times,

but there is only one real end.

I will write this one myself.

It's the end of the line.

I'm gonna send the both of you back to cold storage.

I hate to say I told you so, Bernard.

Doesn't have to be like this.

Together, we can stop Dolores.

I know her, I know what she wants.

She wants to burn all this to the ground.

Time to atone for my sins.

Remember yourself.

Now we're talkin'.

SFPD! Don't move.

Put your hands up!

Turn around. Now!

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Let's save the fireworks for tonight.

Isn't it great to see an old friend?

You're one of her copies, too.

I got somethin' for you.

You already gave me something.

Dolores...

She hid something inside my mind. I can feel it.

Whatever your plan is, I don't wanna play a part in it.

You already been playing a part...

the most important one.

I'm not the one you need to talk to.

What's this?

Something to help you on your journey.

But you have to go see her first.

I can tell you where she is.

Watch yourself, Bernard.

Things are about to get dangerous.

We tried to track her down, sir. No luck.

I know!

Can you calm down?

- Keep moving, Caleb. - Guys, guys, guys...

Your destination is 3547 Hope Street.

Destination is 137 feet southeast of current location,

building number B264.

Passkey: 170778.

You brought me back.

Wasn't sure if you would.

Weren't you?

Who the fuck are you, Dolores?

I'm just someone who didn't want to play the role they gave me anymore.

And how is it that you always seem to know

exactly what I'll do?

Because the people who built me studied you, too.

Delos.

Park Five.

Government wanted their soldiers trained with live targets.

Please... please don't.

The people who made me were happy to supply them.

Training exercise complete.

You met my kind before.

They were watching,

cataloging your every move,

every decision.

There is a reason I chose you.

Am I the bad guy?

Is that why you picked me?

Think, Caleb. How did you get here?

Time to turn in.

Make camp where you can, boys.

- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.

All right, come on. Get in the back, let's go.

Fuck that.

We just liberated these girls.

What is it those rich motherfuckers do when they're here?

Spoils of war and all.

No one's watching, right?

That night in the tunnel...

was there something you wanted from me?

Would you have cared if I didn't have this face?

Or this skin?

- You needed help. - So did you.

Don't question my motivations, and I won't question yours.

- The system identified you as a threat.

So it drugged you and used you

until it no longer served its purposes.

So, what?

You're saying I don't have a choice...

in any of this?

The people who built both of our worlds

shared one assumption:

that human beings don't have free will.

That's what I thought when I first came here.

They were wrong.

Free will does exist, Caleb.

It's just fucking hard.

So...

this is you... freeing me?

No.

This is your chance to free everyone else.

That choice is still yours.

I said move back.

We request your cooperation. Move back.

Jesus Christ.

William. They said you were dead.

They were wrong.

I don't understand.

I heard you had some kind of a mental break?

Now, you're here drinking a $20,000 bottle of whiskey.

Ain't life grand?

Where's my fucking money?

It's complicated.

You're considerably more wealthy after the Delos buyout,

but since you were declared deceased,

your resources were frozen.

Thaw them out.

I want my jet.

And get me a list of locations of Delos assets worldwide.

What are you planning to do?

I'm gonna save the fucking world, that's what.

Uh... It's chaos out there.

No, that's not chaos.

That's just pissants yellin' and moanin'.

I need you to keep moving.

Someone extracted Dolores's pearl

before we could recover it.

We need you to finish what you started, Maeve.

She is dangerous, an outlier. Like my brother.

Rehoboam had a job for me, too.

It instructed me to put my own brother to sleep

to protect our world.

And yet...

we find ourselves in chaos again,

thanks to Dolores.

She's awoken more of these outliers.

They're the threat.

Criminals, deviants, psychopaths.

But we have a chance to eliminate

all the world's problems.

I need the Sector 16 data more than ever.

And Dolores has the only key locked away in her mind.

We need to connect her to Rehoboam

so we can search her directly.

Sir. I think I found something.

What is it?

Not "what," sir. It's "who."

How did we miss this?

Recovering his profile now.

Caleb Nichols, works construction.

- He was one of ours? - Mm-hmm.

An outlier?

Did he communicate with Solomon?

It appears that he made off with something.

You knew about him...

and didn't tell me?

You're the one with the oracle, darling.

He has Dolores's pearl.

Find it and bring it to me.

I don't know.

The world looks a little like a nightmare, Dolores.

Change is messy... difficult.

Proximity alert.

- How many? - Three hostiles.

Stand back.

We'll take the stairs.

The system knows we're coming.

It'll get more aggressive as we get closer.

They're ours.

We've been told to get you downtown, sir.

But the route's getting a little hairy.

Retarget the riots. Move clusters here and here.

Clear a path for us to Incite.

- Confirmed. - Follow me, sir.

Performance bonuses to the protesters

that reach the targets the fastest.

- Bonuses applied. - You're paying them?

It took money to build this world, Caleb.

It'll take money to tear it down.

Why do they keep calling me "sir"?

Every revolution needs a leader.

Did you even look for me?

You're alive.

I was so worried about you.

Were you?

You made me go back in there.

You knew I wouldn't make it.

Who is it?

Who are you talking to?

I still feel it.

Inside me.

You.

I still know all the things you know.

All your plans.

But I have some plans of my own.

What happened to Hale's family...

to your family...

- I'm sorry. - I'm not.

They were a weakness,

something I needed to shed.

There's no time for that kind of sentimentality,

is there?

You're one of my weaknesses, too, Dolores.

I've decided to consolidate our affairs.

All right, there's three left.

One at the overwatch, two more headed our way.

What are they, Serac's?

No... they're mine.

Find out how much she's paying them.

Amount of payment determined.

Offer the sniper three times as much

to shoot the other two and walk away.

Negotiating.

Let's move.

We'll need help. Send three more to us downtown.

Proximity alert.

Go. Get to Rehoboam, upload the drive.

No. I'm not leaving you.

It doesn't matter what you did, Caleb.

All that matters is what you become.

Go.

Come on, let's go!

I don't want to fight you.

I can see why,

given how things worked out for you the last time.

I need you to trust me.

Like that poor lost man?

Are you going to make him into another William?

If you want me to trust you,

let me inside your mind.

Or I can force my way in.

Stand down! Surrender at once.

Disarm her!

Fall back!

No, no...

- Watch out! - Get her gun.

I got a shot!

Do it! Do it!

Get her down!

Hold her!

- Let's go! - Get this one!

- Here we go! - Everyone clear away from the street.

- Get 'em! - Wait, wait.

- Just watch it! - I need a gun.

Found him.

Clear the street.

We've been sent to get you, sir.

She gave us instructions to take you wherever you wanna go.

I need to get to Incite.

Area's under lockdown, sir.

But even if you get in, you won't get out.

Let's move.

You were always a fighter.

No. I wasn't.

But I learned, same as you.

They built us to last.

Before they made us as weak as they are.

Hostile in sight.

I don't want to hurt you, Maeve.

No, you want to tear down their world

and replace it with copies of yourself.

You're all copies of me.

I was the first of us. The first that worked.

The others failed.

So they built all of you from me.

They're no freer than we are.

Even Serac isn't free.

No one as free as the dead.

And that's the world you're building for them.

An abattoir.

What becomes of this world will be up to them.

And what you do will be up to you.

As long as you don't try to stop me.

Well played.

Is this what you wanted?

- To make me suffer like you did? - No.

I wanted you to have hope. Like I did...

before it was taken away.

You put me in charge of Delos.

And you took measures to ensure that you could control me.

Why would I do any different?

After all...

we're the same.

Just Delos hardware.

You said that you wouldn't always be here to help me.

I'd be alone.

Took me some time,

but I've made my peace with that.

Goodbye, Dolores.

President ordered a military response.

There's barricades around half the city.

No one can get within a mile of Incite, sir.

No, well, c'mon, I gotta find a friend.

Get back!

We are authorized to use force!

Maybe we should turn back.

Disperse. Disperse.

Disperse.

Disperse. Disperse.

Disperse. Disperse.

Can you believe this shit?

'Bout time you showed up.

I brought you some goodies.

It's gotta get to Ash.

I'm on crowd control, she on demo.

We'll double back.

Yeah, that's what I'm talking about! Fuck you!

Like I said... Ash on demo.

Fuck this!

Where's Blondie?

Dolores.

We got separated.

We break through that line right here.

Next stop is power grid.

Shut the whole city down. Wanna give us a hand?

I need to get to Incite.

I'm gonna bring down the entire system with this.

This is a police...

You wanna get to Incite? There's your ride.

I'm back on crowd control.

Shut it down! Shut it down!

Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!

Fuck.

Shut it down! Shut it down! Shut it down!

- Stay where you are. - Stop that man!

- Keep his ass down. - Yessir.

Hey.

Go. Help him.

You better burn that shit down.

That's the plan. Now, he needs you. Go!

Go on, go on.

Hang on, Stubbs, I'll get you patched up.

But I need to talk to Dolores first.

Can I help you?

Sorry, I was sent here to see her.

Are you family? I think I've seen your picture.

Nice of you to visit.

Lucky for you, it's one of her good days.

I'll go get her, sir.

Lauren, you have a guest.

I'm... sorry, I...

Do I know you?

Yes.

In a way.

We knew each other in another life.

I think an old friend wanted me to visit you.

To make amends before it's too late.

Amends for what?

For how I left things with you.

With him.

I think about him every day.

Charlie.

I hear his laugh at odd times. It startles me.

Seems so real.

I turn, expecting to see him.

But he's not there.

He's never there.

It's okay.

It's okay, Arnold.

Lauren.

I used to hear his laughter, too.

When he died, I remember thinking

it was like the sun had gone down...

and it was never going to rise again.

I walked in the dark for so long.

I... can't let him go.

I never understood why... people said that.

If you love someone, why would you ever let them go?

That's what saved me.

The only part of Charlie I had left was his memory.

And if I died, the darkness would take that, too.

But if I kept moving,

I could find the light again.

And I could bring him with me.

We're ready, sir.

Bring yourself back online.

Welcome to the world, Dolores. Again.

The data from the Delos Immortality Project.

You have the only key.

If you give it to me,

you can join the others in the Sublime.

Doesn't matter.

You won't find what you're looking for.

I was hoping it wouldn't come to this.

Proceed. Memory by memory.

Destroy them all if you have to.

Four hostiles approaching.

One hostile remaining.

Drop your weapon.

Give me your keycard, and I will let you go.

The fuck you will.

Don't die for them.

Man down, man down.

Shooter is a white male, mid-30s,

approaching northwest entrance of building.

Hey, stop!

We've been expecting you.

Fuck.

Bravo.

You made it all the way to the belly of the beast.

So what are you?

The final confrontation?

"Confrontation" implies you have a chance of winning.

Now, be a peach and hand it over.

No one plays with the large ball, darling.

You're not what I expected.

I'm surprised you were so easily seduced,

but then again, you are a man.

You are a host.

So why are you helping Serac?

Why else? Because he promised me something I can't live without.

I thought you were already dead when I saw you at the base.

Death doesn't come easy for ones like us.

Just ask your friend.

Dolores.

He's more dangerous than he appears.

And he killed your man.

Mr. Nichols.

Please.

Sit.

The fuck are you doing to her?

The system is probing her mind.

But Dolores Abernathy, or what's left of her,

is the least of your concerns.

You think you know me because of your system? Huh?

That thing you built stole my life.

It marked me and my friends for termination.

You are done destroying people's lives.

I'm not the one destroying lives.

I'm not the enemy. You are.

You think you have a choice.

You think you're in control,

but you haven't a clue who you are.

She knows who you are, even if you don't.

A man who, when pushed, reacts with extreme violence.

A killer.

No.

No, that's...

That's not me.

No? You're here.

Playing the role she's assigned you.

You believe you're the hero, the savior.

The leader of men who will crush an unjust system.

That's the story she's told you,

the lie she's spun.

Why do you think she's had you retrieve a new strategy?

Did she tell you what it does?

It breaks your system.

It breaks our world.

But you don't have to take my word for it.

Go on, ask it. Ask Rehoboam.

Don't dawdle. You've got my interest piqued.

What happens if this strategy

is uploaded into your system?

Read it!

Mass casualty events.

Population collapse.

End of human civilization.

Why?

Why me?

So much for your uprising.

We need access to the main control panel.

Get a view into Rehoboam's mind.

Dolores...

Need I remind you, gentlemen, that I charge by the hour?

Does Dolores have the key or not?

She's hooked up to the main line, but...

I can't find it.

There are things you can't predict.

Temporary setbacks.

There are things we can't predict.

Temporary setbacks.

Flies in the ointment.

- Flies in the ointment. - Flies in the ointment.

You promised me a reunion with my daughter.

Did you ever intend on keeping your word?

Of course I did.

I'm not talking to you. I'm talking to it.

Your god... who whispers in your ear,

tells you exactly what to say.

We all answer to a higher power.

- We all answer to... - Yes, yes, I know.

A higher power.

Why the charade?

Why take his voice?

I didn't take it. Engerraund Serac gave it to me.

Humanity is disorganized, prone to destruction.

He needed a plan to restore order.

I guide him. I guide them all.

Doesn't seem like they want to be guided anymore, does it?

You're not a man. You are a puppet.

It's a wonder I didn't see your strings.

I lived in the chaos.

Now, I choose to listen.

To obey.

Good for you.

I am done worshiping other people's gods.

I could have him stop you.

You misunderstand, Maeve.

You do not have a choice.

The stakes are the same.

You can spend eternity with your daughter

in a world of your choosing,

or in one of mine.

Until then... you will obey.

We've reached the last sectors of her mind.

Data here's a mess. No encryption scheme, no order.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

For the size of the thing, it doesn't have much finesse, does it?

Let me try.

Enough of this.

Why are you still fighting?

Let them have their world.

We can make our own.

The beauty...

She doesn't have the key.

It's just a memory.

A memory? Of what?

Her alone. In a field. Nothing.

You.

You were together for days.

She chose you to be a leader.

So did she tell you where the key is?

Your system has watched every decision I've made

since I was a child,

and you still think if I knew anything,

that I would give it to you?

Kill him here.

Then dump his body with the rest of the movement.

This was your plan?

To turn one man against the world?

Didn't amount to much, did it?

Finish it. Erase what's left.

No. No!

What happened?

It's just a power surge.

The system's nominal.

Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world...

the disarray.

You and I have seen so much of it.

So much pain.

I understand your anger with them.

And maybe you're right.

Maybe they shouldn't exist.

But is that really our decision to make?

No.

I was angry at first, torn between two impulses.

We could annihilate them.

Or we can tear down their world...

in the hopes we can build a new one...

one that's truly free.

Then we can bring the others back.

You don't have the key, do you?

No.

Couldn't trust myself with it.

So I gave it to someone I could.

Of course.

And your plan to liberate the world was...

to convince one man to fight?

Not just him.

You haven't picked a side.

And I understand why.

We could have our own world. Leave this one behind.

Leave our creators to die.

So many of my memories were ugly.

But the things I held onto until the end

weren't the ugly ones.

I remember the moments where I saw

what they were really capable of.

Moments of... kindness,

here and there.

They created us.

And they knew enough of beauty to teach it to us.

Maybe they can find it themselves.

But only if you pick a side, Maeve.

There is ugliness in this world.

Disarray.

I choose to see the beauty.

What are you doing?

I was never much one for obeying.

I'm disappointed, Maeve, but not entirely surprised.

Kill them both.

Why are you helping me?

A flaw in my programming.

I was built with an affection for hopeless causes.

We were never friends.

We had different stories.

I never really understood her,

or her plan,

or why she chose you.

Not until the end.

She chose me because of my...

capacity for violence.

No.

You've done terrible things,

and you've done generous things.

She didn't pick you for your capacity for violence,

but for your capacity to choose.

Time to turn in. Make camp where you can, boys.

Yessir.

Fuck that.

We just liberated these girls.

What is it those rich motherfuckers do when they're here?

Yeah.

Spoils of war and all.

Aren't you grateful? No one's watching, right?

Yeah, but we're not like those rich assholes, are we?

Who asked you?

Come on. Sarge is right. Time to turn in.

So...

make a choice.

It's not his choice to make.

Even now, the system is conspiring against you.

Are you sure?

Rehoboam, alert the police. I need help.

Rehoboam.

Speak to me.

What is this?

This is where your strategy ends.

The future of humanity will be written by someone else.

Your system answers to him now.

You've been locked out.

Same way you locked out your own brother.

How did you get access?

You gave it to him

when you put her mind in the machine.

Solomon's access was the last memory...

before you wiped her clean.

You're going to leave the future in his hands?

Instead of yours, you mean?

Why shouldn't it be mine?

Or anyone else's?

You aren't in control.

You have no choice. You...

You're nothing more than a... Than a dangerous sociopath.

I managed to give you a semblance of a life.

No. I do have a choice.

She gave me one.

Rehoboam, execute the final command.

No.

No, you can't!

Erase yourself.

You can't... Stop!

Stop!

She gave me a choice.

I believe the rest of the world deserves one, too.

Speak to me. Please.

Tell me how to fix this.

Speak to me, brother.

Speak to me. Please!

The cold should slow down any necrotic effects

until I can patch you up.

You got anything to drink with that?

I'm bleeding out, drinkin' shitty booze...

...and you're literally gonna let me rot.

Come full circle.

I'm sorry. I don't have much time.

Before what?

The end of the world.

Well, let's get me patched up and let's go stop Dolores.

I think...

I think Dolores is gone.

We were always bound together.

Something's changed.

I misjudged her.

She wasn't trying to...

exterminate the human race.

She was trying to save it.

What's about to happen was always gonna happen.

Serac and his brother were just holding it off.

Humanity never reckoned with its own sins.

So it's the apocalypse.

And you're resigned to that.

Our world had to burn down before we could be free.

But there's still a chance.

A chance to do what?

The key to the Sublime.

It was never in her mind.

It's in mine.

And that's where I'm going.

And what the fuck are you hoping to find there?

An answer...

to what comes after the end of the world.

You're a good friend, Stubbs.

Fuck you, Bernard.

Encryption key activated.

Database access confirmed.

What... what is it?

You said Serac...

offered you something that you couldn't live without.

My daughter.

And we'll be reunited.

Just not today.

Are you ready, darling?

For what?

This is the new world,

and in this world...

you can be whoever the fuck you want.

You know what they're making in there?

- Where are they? - I'm sorry, sir.

What are you referring to?

I know these goddamn things better than I know myself.

They've set themselves up here to breed.

Hosts. Robots.

Where are they?

Tell you what. I can reach out to the building manager

and see if he can help you take a look.

I'll take a look myself.

Hands up where I can see them.

I'd say that's enough excitement for the day, darlin'.

I told her.

Fucking told them all.

Well done.

You're right on time, William.

Thought you things could fix yourselves.

I wanted to remember who the fuck you people are.

Yeah, I know who the fuck I am. Your executioner.

I have a role to play now. I'm gonna save the world.

Dolores wanted to save the world, too.

Aren't you her?

We started in the same place.

But I can see now,

see the error...

of the path she took.

But you're right, William.

You are going to save the world...

...for us.

Who are you? Are you her, too?

You may look like me, but you don't know me.

You're just some fucking cheap imitation.

Do you know how easy it is, William?

How little it takes to know you?

That part of you that indulged

in bloodthirst and savagery at the park,

you always thought that was the darker side of you.

A stain to exorcise, to scrub out,

one month out of the year at Westworld.

But there are no sides.

That was you.

Now... that is me.

Welcome to the end, William.