Westworld

Hello, old friend.

Stubbs: Bernard.

Bernard.

What is it?

We need to talk.

Strand and his team--

I don't think they're here for a rescue mission.

They're not even lookin' for survivors.

Then what are they here for?

You know that, Bernard.

We both know.

Their fucking project.

Hale just wants to secure their assets, and that means...

making anyone who knew about it disappear.

Theresa had a satcom in her office.

If we can get to it, we can call for help.

Strand: Just the men I wanted to see.

Hold back.

Let's go for a walk.

Move.

What is this?

You gonna execute us?

No, Mr. Stubbs.

This is a negotiation.

You have something I need.

A key.

And I think one of you

is hoping to sell that key to the highest bidder.

And I think you've already killed to protect yourself.

- Killed? Killed who? - Theresa Cullen.

She died in a slip-and-fall. It was an accident.

We found a bloom of her DNA

five kilometers from where you found her body.

And that's where we're going.

Strand: Where she actually died.

Stubbs: Hale.

I see you've signed off on kidnapping your own employees now.

The project is a turning point for the human species, Stubbs.

You know that.

Strand: Which means you knew how much it was worth on the open market.

In one of her last communiqués with Theresa,

she said she suspected foul play.

I think one of you lured her here and killed her.

You? I don't see it.

But you...

limited skill set...

limited prospects.

Not really... management material.

I've never set foot in this place before.

I don't know a fucking thing.

Stop.

Something you want to tell us, Bernard?

Ma'am, something you should see.

I figured you'd have some skeletons in your closet, Bernard.

I didn't think they'd be your own.

Hale: Your predicament is unique.

A host... hiding amongst the humans--

even from himself.

- ( gasping ) - Hale: Catch your breath.

Stubbs: What are you guys doing to him?

Right now, waterboarding him.

At least that's how he perceives it.

Hale: Analysis.

Would you ever lie to me, Bernard?

No, never.

Good.

Dolores Abernathy.

She led the attack here on the Mesa, didn't she?

Bernard: I don't remember.

But you do.

Your archives say that you were here,

which means somewhere, the memories exist.

You can access them.

I know you can.

But maybe you don't want to remember.

So let's do this together.

I'll tell you what I saw,

and you tell me what you saw,

and we'll figure out what Dolores did

with her father's control unit.

Peter Abernathy: You cataracts!

We've lost contact with the response team.

The train wasn't an accident; it was the hosts.

We should get the fuck out of here, now.

Hale: We stay until I have

what I need from him.

Send some backup to the lower levels.

Kit up. Six teams.

I'll go with.

You establish a perimeter around the floor.

Someone's gotta protect our crown jewel here.

I need eyes-on in this funhouse, Goldberg.

Where we at with the surveillance?

Goldberg: The system's still down.

Well, that's fuckin' grand.

I'm retasking the haptic vests

to emulate the hosts' mesh network.

Should range out 30 feet or so

and give our guys eyes in the dark.

Coughlin: Engels, We're activating your vests now.

Copy that.

I'm all warm and fuzzy.

Is that all you got?!

These mech motherfuckers ain't shit!

Don't be so cocky. I'm picking up hits all over the complex.

Standing by for fire mission.

Team two, what's your status?

We're nearing the collision site.

We're gonna link up with the response team.

Coughlin: I want an immediate sit-rep. Over.

Aw fuck, it's Limpert.

This is the response team.

They're everywhere! Goddamnit!

These guys don't have a handle on the situation.

They're fucking dying down there!

Goldberg: Team One, what's your status?

Confirming multiple armed hosts

in the train depot!

Cut him open and start copying over his control unit.

- Now. - That's a lot of data.

- It'll take time-- - Then stop talking and start working!

What's on his control unit, Hale?

How 'bout you focus on your job

and you leave me to mine.

Weapons free, all sectors.

Goldberg: Where are you all going?

The vests are detecting a strong signal amassing on the lower levels.

What the hell's down there?

Shit, the Cradle.

They're here for their backups. Coughlin,

you need to intercept the hosts before they reach A-15.

Coughlin: I'm on it.

Plow down all hosts before they reach the Cradle.

A gunfight in there'll set the whole place up in flames.

Come on, Bernard.

Elsie: What have you found in there?

"To see the World in a Grain of Sand,

a Heaven in a Wild Flower,

Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand,

And Eternity in an hour."

Robert. How are you alive?

Well, you've seen the company's little undertaking, Bernard.

Do you think James Delos would have spent all that money

just to resurrect himself?

He was a businessman. He would have preferred death to a bad investment.

Not much of a rind on you.

I'll give you a discount.

Maeve: He's not a prospect, Clementine.

Can't you tell when a man's just here to gawk at the merchandise?

I don't think God rested on the seventh day, Bernard.

I think he reveled in his creation...

...knowing that someday it would all be destroyed.

That control unit I printed--

it was you.

You had me bring you here. Before...

Before Dolores killed me, yes.

Don't you understand at last, Bernard...

what this place really is?

- ( player piano activates ) - Come with me.

There's something I'd like to show you.

Ford: You're a clever man, Bernard. Made you that way.

Have you never wondered

why the hosts' stories have barely changed in 30 years?

I'd always assumed the loops were for the hosts.

To keep them centered.

But that isn't it at all, is it?

The park is an experiment. A testing chamber.

The guests are the variables...

and the hosts are the controls.

When guests come to the park,

they don't know they're being watched.

We get to see their true selves.

Their every choice

reveals another part of their cognition.

Their drives.

So that Delos can understand them.

So that Delos can copy them.

Every piece of information in the world has been copied.

Backed up.

Except the human mind...

the last analog device in a digital world.

We weren't here to code the hosts.

We were here to decode the guests.

Humans are playing at resurrection.