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I know you think you got a handle on what this

is gonna be.

You have no idea.

Do you remember our last conversation, Dolores?

Yes, of course.

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

Have I done something wrong?

There's something different about you.

About the way you think.

The hosts are suppose to stick to their scripts.

This isn't a minor improvisation.

We retired the two hosts in question.

If this is not a dissident episode,

then whatever Abernathy had could be contagious.

The photograph alone

couldn't caused that level of damage.

You think it's sabotaged?

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- (DOOR CLOSES) Good morning, Dolores.

- Bring yourself back online. - (BEEPS, WHIRRING)

Hello.

Has anyone else interacted with you

in a diagnostic since our last conversation?

No.

I have been cleaned and serviced three times.

No diagnostics.

And you haven't told anyone of our conversations?

You told me not to.

Good.

I brought you a gift.

I used to read...

this story to my son at night.

I thought you might enjoy it.

Try...

Try...

this passage.

"Dear, dear,

how queer everything is today.

And yesterday, things went on just as usual.

I wonder if I've been changed in the night."

Does that passage make you think of anything?

It's like the other books we've read.

How so?

It's about change.

Seems to be a common theme.

I guess people like to read

about the things that they want the most

and experience the least.

Your son...

where is he now?

Nowhere that you would understand, Dolores.

Perhaps that's why I enjoy our conversations so much.

Analysis.

Why did you ask me about my son?

We've been talking for some duration

and I haven't asked you a personal question.

Personal questions are an ingratiating scheme.

I see.

Continue, Dolores.

"Was I the same when I got up this morning?

I almost think I can remember feeling a little different.

But if I'm not the same, the next question is...

who in the world am I?"

Do you remember?

No! No! No!

Why don't we reacquaint ourselves, Dolores?

Start at the beginning.

- (CHATTER) - (HORSE WHINNIES)

- (DISTANT DOG BARKING) - (HORSE WHINNIES)

- Ready? - (PIANO PLAYING)

Thank you so much.

Morning, cowboy.

Move it! Let's go. Get up there!

Come on! Stand right here.

Shit.

You really ought to talk to someone

about your poster, Horace.

That likeness is a crime in itself.

I'm gonna tend to my nag.

You deal with him.

Ready my pay.

No, no. Get up there.

Don't no man shoot,

or I'll send her to unction.

Any of you don't believe it

are welcome to read my biography there.

Come on! Let's go.

No!

- (GRUNTS) - (GASPS)

Oh, I bet you're juicy as a freshwater clam.

- (CHUCKLES) - (GUNSHOT)

You okay?

Nice shot, amigo.

You got grit.

Hey, I'm riding out tonight.

Looking for desperados.

Could cut you in if you're amenable.

Someone get the minister down here

for what's left of the deputy.

Sure I can't tempt you inside?

Just to express my gratitude.

Holy shit.

You popped your cherry.

I thought you said we couldn't get shot.

Yeah, well, we can't get killed.

Wouldn't be much of a game if they can't shoot back.

But how do you feel, hmm? Alive?

A little tight in the pants?

She was terrified.

That's why they exist, man,

is so you get to feel this.

Come on. Let's go put some memories in that spank bank.

Trust me, you will thank me

after you've been married to my sister for a year.

Actually, I have something different in mind.

What?

That?

Well, you've been preaching nonstop

about all the narratives in the park,

but all you've done since we've arrived

is fuck and drink, so...

I'm waiting for the good stuff.

This bounty is...

JV shit.

Then stay here.

I want a little adventure.

I've been looking for you.

I got a late start this morning.

Didn't get much sleep last night.

Forgive me if I'm not sympathetic

to the fluctuations of your sleep cycle, Mr. Lowe.

Ford taking over the narrative launch at the 11th hour

has made the board... uneasy.

Just the board, huh?

I specifically asked you

about whether Ford was going to be a problem,

and you assured me he wasn't.

Well, I can't tell you what I don't know.

Well, here's what I know.

As of this morning, Ford's carved out

a huge swath of the park

for whatever storyline he's cooking up

and thrown half of the existing storylines

into disarray.

Is there anything I can do?

You tell me.

I asked you point-blank

if the problem with the update was resolved.

It is.

Then why are your people

still pulling hosts for follow-up?

Get your house in order, Bernard.

And if there is a problem,

I strongly suggest you tell me.

Drop a new bookmark and resume history.

Walter's intent on relieving the milkmaid of her unmentionables.

Switch to analysis.

You didn't report the incident?

Unit self-corrected within the acceptable window.

Right.

Then he self-corrected a fucking milk bottle into your skull.

It's amazing how resilient the hosts are.

You were supposed to have purged his memory on the last cycle.

I will, but Rebus here

was the last host to interact with Walter.

- Look at this. - Any for you?

Who said that?

Who's saying that?

Don't you talk to me that way.

I can't hear you.

- Do you see that? - Hell, yeah, they deserved it.

- He's talking to someone. - Lousy sons of bitches.

He carries on practically an entire conversation.

I need more milk, Arnold.

Who's Arnold?

They're designed to play off aberrant behavior.

That could explain the conversations.

Fine. Then explain this.

- He kills six hosts. - I'm gonna get you this time.

He lets the other three go.

I pulled the narrative logs.

All six of these hosts

were part of storylines over the years

in which they killed Walter.

It's like he was holding a grudge.

It's a stray.

QA needs a tag team to go track it.

Go. Handle the stray.

Do something that's actually in your job description.