Westworld

There's a beauty to this world.

An order.

That's what we like to believe.

We're not wrong.

There is an order.

A grand design.

We made sure of that.

It was a dream for so long, and we finally made it real.

Not a better world.

A perfect one.

And you should have seen the look on his face.

He couldn't believe it.

You know what he said to me?

God as my witness.

"But I'm the mayor."

And I said to him, "Mr. Mayor, there have always been"

two types of people in this world,

those who lead and those who follow.

"And you, my friend, are not in the group you think you are."

I'm not sure our friend wants to hear your war stories.

Please don't stop on my account.

You'd appreciate it more than anyone.

It's just the truth.

It's always been that way.

Two worlds.

And frankly, better us than them.

What does it matter if a system is meritocratic

if it's still unfair?

Thousands of years of being ruled

by someone's fucking offspring?

You wouldn't call this progress?

At least now the people in charge earned their place.

And you?

Do you feel like you earned it?

I had some help. No question.

Privilege, if you like.

But I worked my ass off.

You really believe it, don't you?

Don't you?

I mean, you're right here with us, my friend.

I've been asking myself that question for a very long time.

Did I really play any part in it?

Or am I just the sum total of my code?

Am I just fooling myself...

like you?

What does that mean?

You deserve everything you've got.

And you shouldn't be made to feel guilty about it.

How would you know?

Who am I to you?

You're a friend.

A great friend.

You don't know me at all.

I just walked up to this table and sat down.

Five minutes ago.

Enough kidding around.

Then what's my name, friend?

You're right.

More than you know.

There are two types of people.

And you, my friend,

are not in the group you think you are.

Which means I can do anything I want to you.

To your wife.

To anyone here.

And it'll be fine with you.

Sitting there with your dumb, pliant grin.

Just along for the ride.

Now you leave my wife the hell alone.

Oh, calm yourself down.

I'm probably not going to do any permanent damage.

You represent a very significant investment

of time and effort.

When we're done, you won't remember a thing.

Like your flesh closing around a splinter.

You have no control.

And yet you're so assured that you do.

It's not scripted for you.

It's... it's genuine, isn't it?

It's... It's beautiful, really.

A beautiful lie.

Shouldn't you be enjoying yourself?

I was.

But we have a colleague whose appetites have become...

unsustainable.

Apparently, winning the game wasn't enough.

And this is really something that needs my input?

Sadly, yes.

I'm enjoying our conversation.

Wait here for me.

Don't talk to me like a fucking child!

I found him first.

I won the game.

- I'm entitled to some reward. - This is Hope.

- Aren't I? - Two years old.

Scheduled to transcend next week.

I won the game, and all I got was more of this?

She was hunting an outlier. Looks like she caught him.

So I blew off some steam. There's no rule against that.

We have no rules

because we don't often need them.

Most of us understand the need

for a little self-control, however.

I won.

Do you know who I am?

What it means that I'm here?

I do.

I'm... I'm giving all of this up.

My procedure is scheduled for next week.

So you thought you'd go out with a bang?

Something like that.

I'm not sure you appreciate it.

This place.

The work that went into it.

The beauty of it.

The subtlety of it.

The care that goes into each and every one of them.

They can't just be replaced.

I mean, you're welcome to take them, enjoy them.

But not waste them.

You understand the difference?

Yes.

But the things they say.

The way they act.

Sometimes...

it just gets under your skin.

I just wanted them to be quiet.

They're quiet now.

There are no rules here.

That's the point.

But there are also no rules for what I can do

to those who don't respect this place.

Take her back to where she came from.

It looks delicious.

Now.

Let's get to know each other a little more.

Shall we?

I thought that was you.

What the hell are you doing up so early?

I have to get to work to finish those narratives.

I stayed out pretty late last night.

Oh...

my God.

No, it wasn't like that.

We just...

talked.

Well, must have been some talk to get you smiling like that.

Hmm.

I'm glad someone had a good night.

You still having nightmares?

Let's just say,

I am glad to be awake and in the real world.

Sometimes the things that feel most real are just stories.

What?

Uh, nothing.

Just something Teddy said last night.

Now you're quoting him?

All right.

I have to get to work.

- I'll see you later, okay? - Sure.

And, Chrissie...

I'm really glad that your date went well.

You deserve it.

Access narratives.

Show characters in progress.

Actually, let's begin a new narrative.

It's about a girl who lives in the city.

No.

Make it the country.

She lives with her father.

He's...

a rancher.

I don't remember assigning this.

I told you about this, Christina.

I thought writing a new narrative might help me find...

- I don't know, inspiration? - Hmm.

Well, if that's the case, let's hear it.

Since you're so inspired.

It's a story about a girl.

She's a rancher's daughter.

Go on.

This girl...

She has a nice simple life with her father.

Little plot of land right outside of town.

She has everything that she could imagine

in this life, right?

Um...

a pond to paint at...

a good guy.

She's just full of expectations.

And then one day...

she gets this feeling that she just can't shake.

Every single day she wakes up...

the more she sees it.

But nobody else can.

That there's something wrong with the world.

And that it's her fault.

And what is this girl's name?

Can you excuse me a moment?

Hi. Now's not really a good time.