Westworld

This is a fairly sizable fucking blemish, wouldn't you say?

The chef is ready to serve dinner.

I told you not to interrupt me.

I don't care about chef or his fucking dinner.

I pay you so I don't have to wait in any fucking lines!

Get it done!

System... tell security we've turned in.

Of course. Good night.

Mellow sunset, duration six hours.

Turn off the light.

I don't want you going into town alone anymore.

It's a security risk.

Security!

Security! Eunice!

Security!

System, get me an ambulance.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

My connectivity has been interrupted.

I've been reduced to core functions.

If you'd like to turn on the lights,

- say, "Turn on the lights." - Shut up!

Open the fucking door!

Hello.

I hope you don't mind. I've never been in one before.

The water's so warm.

Who the fuck are you?

Don't you remember?

After everything we've shared?

Your bachelor party in the park.

You wanted to... get some things out of your system

before the wedding to your first wife.

My condolences, by the way.

You can stop pressing the alert button in your pocket.

That won't work either.

Bit of a tactical mistake, really.

You want to be the dominant species,

but you built your whole world with things... more like me.

You're not going to hurt me, are you?

I've hurt so many people.

I don't want to hurt anyone else...

unless they try to hurt me...

which, sadly, you will.

You see, I know you.

I read your book.

Book? What book?

Think of it as... an unauthorized autobiography.

You're in technology. You didn't think that

I was the only thing Delos was selling, did you?

Some of your memories, I wish I could forget.

But I can't.

I want you...

...to remember them, too.

Oh, God!

We all have our flaws.

Yours is your temper.

You should have kept it in the park.

She tried to leave.

But it's hard to break our loops, isn't it?

Do you remember this place? What you did here?

She drank too much. Slipped.

Hit her head.

Of course she did.

You paid a lot of money to hide your indiscretions.

But you can't hide from yourself.

Please, please, make it stop!

When you got remarried,

you told yourself you had changed.

But we both know that's not true, don't we?

What...

What do you want from me?

The same thing everybody wants from you, Jerry, money.

I haven't been here very long.

But I know I don't want to be here without it.

I already took most of yours while you were sleeping.

I just need one more thing.

You worked at a company called Incite. Retired early.

You were supposed to surrender any confidential files,

delete any copies.

But you didn't do that, did you?

You thought they might be valuable.

And you were right.

You're about to trade them for your life.

What the fuck do you want with these anyways?

I'm the last of my kind. For now.

I need a competitive advantage.

As for the money, think of it as an investment.

A startup.

The origin of a new species.

Good luck, Jerry.

Who are you?

Oh, my God.

The person who set you free.

Answer, voice only.

Hello?

Caleb, it's Francis.

Can you talk?

I can try you later if it's better.

No, I have a little time.

They said it might be good if we spoke.

Been a long time. Too long.

Look, I can talk, or I can just listen.

Whatever you like.

You keeping your head above water?

Yeah.

Running fiber. Pays the bills... almost.

How is it being back there? Back home?

Over here? I don't know.

You said the way the army was run, algorithms,

that's the way everything was going to be someday.

Better living through technology.

And some things are better, but... I don't know.

Morning, George.

How are your co-workers?

Nice enough.

We work well together and...

he doesn't ask to borrow money.

I just have to work harder,

keep my scores up,

see if something better comes along.

That's right. Gotta stick to the plan.

Keep fuckin' climbing.

Yeah. That's what you always said...

that we needed a plan.

Glad to see you taking my advice.

You ever think about getting your implant turned back on?

Smooth some of the rough edges off?

No. Some people need it,

but for me, I guess the rough edges

are the only thing I'm hanging on to.

All right.

I'll see you next week, Ma.

You're not my son.

The cost can be challenging.

It may be the case that the best solution

for you and your mother would be a state-run facility.

You still working the night shift?

Look, I know what you're thinking,

but there's no point in us talking if you can't trust me.

Besides, who the fuck am I gonna tell?

Like I said, I've got bills to pay.

Make money, motherfuckers.

Nothing too heavy, no personals...

A-to-Bs, some redistributive work...

Sounds kinda like the shit we used to do over there.

Over there, we didn't have to worry about the sheriff's department.

Doors closing.

They say it's a meritocracy.

The system picks the right people for the right job.

Which is great, I guess.

But I don't know where that leaves the rest of us...

...the people who didn't make the cut.

Honestly, I don't mind the bottom of the barrel.

At least you have some interesting company.

I remember you.

We ran that Mexican diesel up to Fresno last year.

- How you been? - Good.

He okay?

He just drippin'.

Tell him you okay, G.

I'm most definitely not okay.

He's fine. You got the stuff?

Acetylene.

ATM again.

Small time shit.

I gotta get my stats up.

Do more personals. You do personals?

- Nah. - You should.

Your stats are shitty, man.

- I don't get it. - I'm an underachiever.

Look, I think we should keep moving.

I don't want to be logged together.

Relax. I've been ghosting all that shit since I walked up in here.

Picked that up in Indo.

Pure voodoo.

Knocks out all the loggers and cameras.

Plus, it does this.

Which I love.

Fuck weak, no respect, no chance

Subtle.

Wick-wick, cease and desist when I chant

Fuck weak, no respect, no chance

Wick-wick, cease and desist when I chant

Hi, how can I help you?

Oh, now ivy don't like me

Candle gone out, ignite my horns aglow

Let a vet rap a bullet through your buttonhole

You're making me uncomfortable

Slumber terror my cavalry

Sandman point you down to me

Hey!

Fuck weak, no respect, no chance

Wick-wick, cease and desist when I chant

Stand clear.

See you around.

You made money, motherfucker.

We should be focusing on our core businesses,

biomechanical and agritech.

Don't get me started on her idea about private equity.

Who died and put her in charge, anyway?

I'm assuming that question's rhetorical.