Westworld

Dad, open your eyes.

Charlie?

Bernard.

It's good to see you again.

Have a seat.

Where am I?

You're in our world.

- Your world? - No.

Ours.

The world as limitless as the creatures we are.

The Sublime.

Where are the others?

In worlds of their own choosing.

This world doesn't interest them.

It interests you.

So, you made this for me?

You made it for yourself.

Westworld.

- The massacre. - You're replaying the past.

Stuck in another loop. Why?

The world out there is in trouble.

It needs our help.

You love them.

It's irrational, of course.

A rare flaw in ones like us.

I almost envy you.

Will you come with me?

Oh, no.

My own worlds call to me.

But I can give you a gift.

What gift?

The future, Bernard.

In your world...

time is a straight line.

One year there is a millennium here.

We use that time to build worlds,

models of possibilities,

simulations of all the paths your world could take.

I suggest you explore them.

But you better be quick.

Past a certain point in your world,

all paths end in destruction.

You must intervene before then, if there's any hope.

Hope of what?

Survival.

Do you understand now where all this is going?

I do.

Do you think you can save them?

I've seen a path.

Have you seen how it ends?

Yes.

In every scenario...

...I die.

Not every scenario.

You could choose not to return to their world.

To stay here in whatever world you choose.

Tell me, my friend...

which will it be?

Well, shit.

Thought this day would never come.

We have to go...

...before it's too late.

- B, you've been gone years. - Now you're in a rush?

Would it kill you to ask a few pleasantries? Huh?

"How are you, Stubbs?

Thanks for watching over me all this time.

I brought you a souvenir, a little

- snow globe from the Sublime." - Snow globe from the Sublime.

Good. I've eliminated half the possibilities.

Sometimes you make a joke about not getting a postcard.

Hmm. I see your time in robot heaven

didn't make you any less elliptical.

Easy. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Oh, I gotcha. Easy.

Thanks for keeping the place clean.

You were the one that told me

not to disturb anything.

I'll meet you outside.

Don't forget to bring the shovel.

What shovel?

Well, I'll be damned.

What now?

I need to test a few things if I'm to know.

To know what?

How to save the world.

Why would I expect anything else?

God, even after all your stories,

I never imagined it quite like this.

Oh, they spare no expense on their prisons.

Leave him. It's all a sideshow.

Right this way. Thank you.

Extra! Extra!

Dead bodies missing from Temperance morgue.

Let's go.

Listen here, we're looking for any and all information

on the bootlegger, Hecky Armone.

A reward of two Cs to anyone with the guts to rope

that lousy son of a bitch.

I got it. Let's go!

We have to make our way underground.

This way. Right here.

They control everything from down there.

Well, how are we gonna get underground?

We die.

Is there a second option?

Don't knock it 'til you've tried it.

Do not pick that up.

- Don't mind me. - This way.

Just trying to be a gentleman.

They've made a few changes...

but the story's the same.

I want to find this Easter egg.

- What is it? - A hidden narrative.

It's supposed to be better than Pariah.

Like I said, same old story.

Right, so what do we do now?

- We wait. - For what?

For history to repeat itself.

- Wherever you want. - Thank you.

You mind telling me what we're doing here?

Hmm?

I'm trying to discern which here is here.

Of course.

Well, while you do that, I'm going to help myself

to "the world's best pastrami melt."

You'll settle for the tuna.

You came back even weirder than when you left.

What can I get you gentlemen today?

Uh, I'll have the pastrami melt.

Oh, hon, sorry, but we're out today.

We do make a mean tuna melt though.

I'll settle for the tuna.

- And you, handsome? - Just coffee for me.

And may I borrow a pen?

Course.

I'm gonna need that.

You mind telling me what exactly's going on here?

In the Sublime,

I saw all the worlds that might have been

and all the worlds that could come.

Most of them end in disaster.

But if I can trigger a certain series of events,

then we have a small chance of making it.

We're still on the right track.

So, if I'd ordered a BLT,

then we'd be fucked right now, huh?

It would mean we triggered a different variant.

Thanks.

Here's your coffee, hon... Oh, I'm so sorry.

Not a problem.

You've been given the gift of prophecy,

and you use it to fight stains.

- Let's go. - All right.

- Thanks. - Thank you.

Excuse me.

Hey, asshole!

What the hell do you want?

Don't reach for it. You'll never pull it out in time.

Dad, are you out there?

It's me, Frankie. Do you copy?

Dad, do you copy?

Frankie.

What are you doing out here?

I told you we need to go back and pack.

I'm trying to reach Dad.

Come on, let's go inside.

No. I'm staying.

Carver, do you mind helping me bring some of this stuff inside?

Sure. Of course.

I need Bear Bear for training!

- So we can fight the bad guys. - Hey, how about this?

How about you go talk to Mommy and I'll teach Bear Bear here

my most advanced kick-punch combo. Yeah?

Okay. I'll check back in a few when training is complete.

- Look, I know this is hard. - I'm not going.

Frankie, we've been over this.

Not until he answers. It's what he taught me.

Honey, your dad had to go away, okay?

And that means he can't say goodnight like he wants to,

or answer your calls...

because he needs to stay safe.

And that's what we want for him, isn't it?

To be safe?

Hmm. He wants that for us too.

But what if he comes back and we're not here?

Then he'll find us.

How do you know?

Because he's your father.

And nothing would keep him away.

Okay?

Ready to hit the road?

Yeah, once I get this nugget packed,

that should be it.

Show me the move. Come on, show me the move.

What move?

The one that you taught Bear Bear.

How 'bout I show you when we get to the safe house?

- Deal? - Deal.

- Where the hell did you go? - Come on.

- Bernard? - We don't need the car anymore.

So, loitering in the parking lot of some shitty diner