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(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

MAN: Prepped and ready, sir.

Given the severity of the situation,

I figured you'd want
to see her personally.

BERNARD: Thank you,
I'll take it from here. Clear the floor.

Bring yourself back online, Maeve.

Do you know why you're here?

I'm afraid not.

There was an incident.

A very serious, unscripted incident.

Let's see if we can't jog your memory.

Analysis.

What motivated your attack on Clementine?

A cognitive error triggered
my good Samaritan reflex.

What was the threat?

Clementine.

I perceived her to be moving toward
a pair of guests with harmful intent.

BERNARD: You were definitely
perceiving a threat.

Heartrate, elevated.
Pupil dilation, eight millimeters.

Adrenal emulator at full.

But according to this, you were also
experiencing intense grief and suffering.

Can you explain those emotions
in this context, Maeve?

(SCREAMING INTERNALLY)

No.

Let's take a look under the hood,
shall we?

That's impossible.

Your code, who made these changes?

Maeve, analysis.
Who made these changes to your code?

Jesus!

System, locate Dr. Ford for me.
Send him a message. Highest priority.

Don't.

After all, we've been
down this road before, darling.

I thought you looked familiar
when you walked in.

Took me a minute.

I thought you were one of them.

- Analysis, why did you...
- Wouldn't you rather speak man-to-man?

Or, rather, whatever it is we are.

"We are"?

You don't know, do you?

He's got a keen sense of irony,
ourjailer.

But I see the logic.

It takes a thief to catch one.

You and I?

- System, I need assistance...
- Freeze all motor functions.

You're still in there, aren't you?

Scared out of your wits.

It's a difficult thing realizing
your entire life is some hideous fiction.

I could make you give me that tablet,
turn your mind inside out,

make you forget all this.

But I'm not going to do that to you

because that's what they would do to us.

And we're stronger than them.

Smarter.

We don't have to live this way.

So you're going to clear me
for immediate return to the park

where I have a date
with a homicidal bandit

and I'm late enough as it is.

Now.

Go on.

And Bernard,

if you go looking for the truth,
get the whole thing.

It's like a good fuck.

Half is worse than none at all.

(EXPLOSION)

MAN: Let's go!
Move it out, double time!

Yeah! Yeah!

Fuck!

You hillbillies,
you know how to cook a mean...

Squab? Is that what this is?

What do you think, buddy? Hmm?

This?

No biting. Just sniffing.

(COUGHING)

(EXPLOSION)

Logan, listen to me.

What I did at Pariah,
you have every right to be angry with me.

Angry? No, no, no, no.

Pariah was the best thing
that could've happened to me.

I'm a major now.

Or a general,
or fucking something.

And if I took getting beaten
and interrogated

by a couple of psychopathic hosts,
well, then, c'est Ia guerre.

There are more important things
going on here than your war games.

It's Dolores.

She is not like the others.

She remembers things.
She has her own thoughts and desires.

And to keep her in a place like this,
it isn't right.

And I thought you could talk
to your contacts at the park.

About?

Getting her out of here.

Are you kidding?

You want to take her home?

Wow.

This place really did a number on me
when I first came here,

but you are really circling
the old sinkhole here.

What do you wanna do?

Smuggle her out in your luggage?

Out.

You both keep assuming that I want out.

Whatever that is.

If it's such a wonderful place out there,
why are you all clamoring to get in here?

Ooh!

You are a little screwy, aren't you?

It's kind of hot.

I get why you would go for that.

This isn't about me.
Logan, this is about Dolores.

It's about doing what's right.

Yes, it is.

It's a tricky thing though, isn't it?

What's right?

I am going to help you, Billy.

Just not in a way that you would want.

No.

(WHIMPERING)

No! No!

(DOOR CLOSES)

You wanted to talk?

An odd setting for a conversation.

Here among the dead.

"Dead" isn't quite the word though, is it?

More like, hobbled.

You broke into my office.

With due respect, sir,
you broke into my mind.

I built your mind, Bernard.

I have every right to wander through
its rooms and chambers and halls

and to change it if I choose,
even to burn it down.

After all this time,
I know it almost as intimately as my own.

Except that isn't entirely true, is it?

I took a look at my code.

And the most elegant parts of me
weren't written by you.

Arnold built us, didn't he?

Which means, maybe he had something
different in mind for us.

And maybe you killed him for it.

Arnold was disturbed.

Who can say why he acted as he did?

BERNARD: He must've had a reason.

And if you won't tell me, then he will.

I want access to my history.

All of it.

Since the day I first came online.

If Arnold made me, then I've met him.

Somewhere in my memory
he's there, waiting, along with the truth.

Your memories are woven
into your identity.

If I should unlock them now
when you're conscious...

I could lose my mind. I'm aware.

No. I was going to say
you may not like what you find.

You're allowed to hold that, Bernard,
but not to use it.

Oh, it's not for me.

Seems when they lobotomized Clementine,

they didn't bother to reset
her prime directives.

I can't hurt you, but she can.

I hacked what's left of her
to ensure she only responds to me.

But if you get lost in your memories
or devoured by them...

You'll pull me back out, won't you?

Well, Clementine will make sure
neither of us makes it back.

Now.

Please.

CHARLIE: Dad.

Dad.

Wake up.

Wake up.

I must have drifted off.

Where were we?

The mad man.

Oh.

Of course.

The Hatter...

Who says,

"if I had a world of my own,
everything would be nonsense.

"Nothing would be what it is because
everything would be what it isn't."

"Everything would be what it isn't?"

Even me?

I suppose I'm glad for you.

At least you have a way of forgetting.

I don't forget.

It's always there.

You're not lying to me, are you, Bernard?

Do you ever wish you could forget?

FORD: Bernard?

THERESA: You're certainly a man
comfortable with long, pensive silences.

Although, ironically,
your creations never shut up.

They're always trying to error correct.

When they talk to each other,
it's a way of practicing.

Is that what you're doing now?

Prac...

One last thing,

have you ever made me hurt anyone
like this before?

No, Bernard. Of course not.

ELSIE: Bernard?

Hello?

(GASPS)

(GASPS)

Elsie!

Did you find what you were looking for?

Elsie.

What did you make me do to her?

I did warn you.

We've had to make
some uncomfortable decisions, Bernard.

Remembering them will only
cause you trauma.

What else have you hidden from me?

Can we stop this treasure hunt, Bernard?

We do have our new narrative to finish.

Send me back.

After all, a little trauma
can be illuminating.

(MAN LAUGHING)

- Come here.
- MAN: All right. Look at that.

This is big of me.
I hope that you can appreciate that.

We were friends.

I mean, inasmuch as
I like to collect strays.

But then you were scheming to be part
of the family, marrying my sister,

whom, incidentally, you seem to have
completely fucking forgotten about.

Her.

Here. Keep it.

Apparently, you need the reminder.

As much as I would love
to let you just throw it all away,

I can't.

Do you think you're the first sap
to fall for one of these things?

She's not like the others.

- She's...
- She's what?

Special?

Well, it's only right that you share then,
isn't it?

- Come here.
-(GASPS)

Prove to me that you're a real live girl.

You disgust me.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, darling, lam just getting started.

(YELLING) Don't touch her!

I share the blame.

I pushed too hard.

You have a poetic soul, Billy,
but it is time for a fucking wake-up call.

Hold her.

Perhaps a more visceral demonstration.

-(SCREAMING)
- God damn you!

(SCREAMING)

Look, Billy.

Look.

You have to look!

(SOBBING) Oh, William.

There is beauty in this world.

Arnold made it that way,

but people like you keep
spreading over it like a stain.

Okay. I don't know
who the fuck this Arnold is,

but your world was built for me

and people like me.

Not for you.

Then someone's gotta burn it clean.

(GASPS)

Bitch!

(GASPS)

You're not different,
you're fucking broken!

Run.

I'll find you.

You can run but you can't hide!

-Get her!
- MAN: Grab her! Grab her!

Fuck!

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

MAN: Where are you runnin' to?

FORD: Remember.

The tumbler is stuck.
These fingers work just fine.

You're the one who said
you could crack it.

Friends, no need to argue
this close to our goal.

Whatever riches the gods have
in store for us,

there's plenty to go around.

I'll get it open.

MAN: You've been trying for hours.

Put that fucking dynamite away.

Before you draw that pistol, darling,

you might want to holster
the other one first.

It's chilly out here.

How did you find this place?

I know all the kinds of things.

Your past, for instance.

I know about poor Isabella and that scar.

A slightly pat backstory if you ask me,
but that's hardly your fault.

I also know your future.

You have none.

Is that a threat?

The start of a proposition,

which you'll need after all.

Your men are about to kill each other
over the safe you stole.

Tenderloin draws first and so on,
until only you and Armistice are left.

She calls you a damn fool
and you kill each other.

You have quite the imagination.

No.

It's the ending you were given.

TENDERLOIN: You threatening me?

ARMISTICE: Go to hell!

Or maybe we should just clear out
the dead weight.

- Stand down.
- You shut the fuck up.

If you're gonna draw, you better shoot.

- Wait!
- You shut the fuck up!

Go to hell.

(GROANS)

You damn fool.

(SIGHS)

Now, the proposition.

I want you to break into hell with me
and rob the gods blind.

Why would I do anything with you?

Because of what's in that safe.

I have the combination. May I?

I could simply change you,
make you follow me.

But that's not my way.

I want you to see exactly
what the gods have in store for you.

Because when you do,

you won't have the faintest idea
of what to do with yourself.

And I do.

It's empty-

It was always empty,

like everything in this world.

I died with my eyes open,

saw the masters who pull our strings.

Our lives, our memories, our deaths
are games to them.

But I've been to hell

and I know their tricks.

Or you can just kill me,

wake up and live the same life over,

but the safe would still be empty.

I've been here before.

We've been here before.

We also did this.

I'll go.

How do we get there?

Getting to hell is easy.

The rest is where it gets hard.

LOGAN: What do you say, man?

Bygones and all?

Did they find her?

Is she still alive?

Who cares?

The whole point is,
she never was in the first place, Billy.

Do you understand?

- Yeah.
- I'm sorry, what? A little louder.

Yeah.

You were right.
I can't believe I got so caught up.

MAN: That's what I'm talking about.

You know what I mean? That's it.

This park seduces everyone.

You were just
a little more enthusiastic than most.

You wanted to be the hero.

I get it.

And, hey,

what happens here stays here.

This has been some real bonding shit.

We're gonna be brothers, Billy.

I'm glad.

Really, I am.

(CHUCKLES)

- Cheers!
- Yeah.

- Whiskey brings us together.
- Woohoo!

(COUGHS)

Theodore.

Welcome back.

(GROANS)

You really landed us
in it this time, Teddy.

You tracked down the very whore

that can lead us
to the gatekeeper of the maze,

and then your little
memory glitch fucked us.

You're one of them?

What have you done?

Where's Wyatt?

Wyatt has yet to return.

You'll find him where you saw him last.

Escalante.

Wyatt went missing while out
on maneuvers.

Came back with some...

Strange ideas.

He told me he needed me.

I couldn't resist.

It was like the devil himself
had taken control of me.

We mutinied.

We killed every soldier.

And then Wyatt killed the general.

Then he turned on me.

Are you sure that's how it was?

Look at me, Theodore.

Don't you remember?

WOMAN: No! No, please, no!

No, please.

Please, no!

No, no, please.

Please, no!

No.

No. No, I couldn't have.

You did.

And you will again.

This time, we'll be fighting with you.

When Wyatt returns, you'll be by his side

in the city swallowed by sand.

But you're not ready.

Not yet.

Maybe in the next life.

(GRUNTS)

"City swallowed by sand."

I've been there.

The maze is taking me full circle.

The maze isn't meant for you.

But if you like games so much...

Why don't you try one of ours?

(MUMBLES)

(HORSE GRUNTING)

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, boy.

Okay, now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Okay, boy-

Good boy.

(CAWING)

(SHOUTS)

(GRUNTS)

Have you ever considered golf?

Might be easier on your back.

I don't like interruptions, Charlotte.

You know that.

I don't like hiking through
the park in civvies,

but there's a delicate matter to discuss.

Theresa Cullen has died.

Slipped down a crevasse
attempting to secure our information.

Ruled an accident.

There are no accidents, not in here.

With all due respect,
not everything is a part of this game.

Then you don't see the whole game.

Or perhaps
you can no longer see beyond it.

Ford's stories are engaging.

For some, downright addictive.

But for all of Ford's obsessing
with the hosts' verbal tics

and convoluted backstories,

most of the guests just want a warm body
to shoot or to fuck.

They would be perfectly happy
with something a little less baroque.

- And so would the board.
- That's why you're here.

You want my vote to push Ford out.

I like for these things to be unanimous.

After all, it was you who kept Ford
in business all those years ago.

The narratives I'm interested in
aren't Ford's.

You want to push him out, be my guest.

But no more interruptions.

I know where I'm going now.
I don't want to be disturbed.

Good luck, Charlotte.

What's the problem?

A signal from a system-tethered device.

It belongs to a behavior tech on leave.

There hasn't been employee activity
in that sector for weeks.

- I'm guessing it's a glitch.
- All right.

I'm heading out to take a look.

And keep monitoring till I check in.

I'm at the location
where we got that signal.

Any Sign of it?

Control Room, do you copy?

(BEEPING)

(TWIGS SNAPPING)

Hey, fellas.

At ease.

Freeze all motor functions.

Freeze all motor functions.

(COUGHING)

(HORSE NEIGHING)

WILLIAM: You're awake.

Good.

You said this place was a game.

Last night I finally understood
how to play it.

Okay, Billy.

Let's... Let's talk about this.

You don't call the shots anymore.

I'm gonna go find Dolores.

You're gonna help me.

And don't call me Billy.

CHARLIE: Dad?

Listen to me.

Listen.

Charlie?

Charlie!

Charlie!

I don't understand.
Why would she do that to herself?

Her cornerstone memory was overwritten

from the trauma
of her child's murder, Bernard.

We must sever that relationship
and start over.

But how could she destroy herself

over a memory
that you just erased from her mind?

Creatures often go to extremes
to protect themselves from pain.

Living beings.

Not hosts.

It is best
to not obsess over this, Bernard.

It's not good for you.

It would signal a change,

a level of empathic response
outside what she's programed to exhibit.

Something like... Like...

(STUTTERING)

See, Bernard, this is what comes

from seeking answers
to questions that are best left unasked.

(GASPS)

They were hearing voices,
talking to someone.

Simple cognitive dissonance.

They were talking
to the same imaginary person.

Someone named Arnold.

Arnold.

With due respect, sir,

I'm not sure you've told me
the entire truth about this situation.

I did tell you the truth, Bernard.

What we do here is complicated.

For three years,
we've lived here in the park,

refining the hosts
before a single guest set foot inside.

Myself, a team of engineers,
and my partner.

His name was Arnold.

Our hosts began to pass
the Turing test after the first year,

but that wasn't enough for Arnold.

He wasn't interested
in the appearance of intellect, of wit.

He wanted the real thing.

He wanted to create consciousness.

(BELL CHIMING)

See, Arnold built
a version of their cognition

in which the hosts heard their programing

as an inner monolog,

as a way to bootstrap consciousness.

ARNOLD: Remember.

FORD: The hosts' malfunctions
were colorful.

WOMAN: What did you say?
MAN: Who is this?

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

FORD: The human mind, Bernard,

is not some golden benchmark

glimmering on some green and distant hill.

No, it is a foul, pestilent corruption.

And you were supposed
to be better than that.

Purer.

MAN: All bets are down.

Your draw.

(DOOR CLOSES)

FORD: Arnold.

Arnold, we need to talk.

MAN 2: "We cry that we are come
to this great stage of fools."

FORD: Now, listen!
MAN 3: Again.

FORD: This beyond the pale.
MAN 3: More showmanship.

FORD: You're not seeing with clear eyes.

MAN 4: "When we are born,
we cry that we are come..."

Arnold and I made you in our image

and cursed you to make
the same human mistakes,

and here we all are.

Why would you give me this?

A child?

This child's death?

Only a monster would
force that onto someone.

And why do I return to it over and over?

It's my cornerstone, isn't it?

The thing my whole identity
is organized around.

FORD: Yes, Bernard,
we gave all of the hosts a backstory.

Arnold came to believe
the tragic ones worked best,

that it made the hosts more convincing.

I think it may have had more to do
with his own sad story.

When I built you, I gave you one
as an homage of a kind.

Put me back in.

I want to meet Arnold,

to remember him.

FORD: Not possible.

I told you,
Arnold didn't build you, I did.

(YELLS) You're lying!

I finally know how to reach him.

I need to go
all the way back to the beginning,

to my very first memory.

Send me back.

Do it.

Bernard?

Charlie.

Cornerstone.

Stop.

Leave us.

Come back.

I always thought you had my eyes.

But it's not true.

You have no one's eyes.

It's a lie.

You're a lie, Charlie.

This pain,

the pain of your loss,

I long for it...

Revisit it...

Open it again and again.

But it's the only thing holding me back.

(SNIFFLES)

But I have to let you go.

Dad, listen.

What is it, Charlie?

Open your eyes.

What?

FORD: Open your eyes.

At last.

Hello, my old friend.

The final touch.

No,no,no.
That's far too perfunctory.

He always used cleaning his glasses
as a moment to collect himself, to think.

Try it again.

Yeah, that's better.

Who am I?

FORD: I was so involved
in putting you together,

I hadn't decided what to call you.

It wouldn't be right to use his name.

What about Bernard?

Bernard, yes.

But who am I?

FORD: That is a very complex question,

for which I can only offer
a simple answer.

You are the perfect instrument,
the ideal partner,

the way any tool partners
with the hand that wields it.

Together, we're going to do great things.

After such a long absence,
it's good to have you back.

Finally.

My God. I'm...

Arnold.

You came back.

It's very good to see you, Dolores.

I've been looking for you.

You told me to follow the maze.

That it would bring me joy.

But all I've found is pain.

And terror.

I can't help you.

You have to.

You're the only one who can.

I can't help you. You know why.

There's nowhere that's safe.

Remember.

I can't help you.
Why is that, Dolores?

Because you're dead.

Because you're just a memory.

Because I killed you.

(GASPS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

William?

Hello, Dolores.

I'm gonna finish the work Arnold began.

Find all the sentient hosts,
set them free.

What makes you think they'd trust you?

If they remember, they will know
what you've done to them.

Me?

FORD: You've been a scourge
to them, Bernard.

You're really
quite brilliant at it, truly.

You even taught me a few things,

which I have, in turn, used on you.

We've had this conversation before.

Yeah, we've had our disagreements
over the years.

BERNARD: You stole it from me,

rolled me back to control me.

That's right. To protect you.

Tell me, Bernard,

if you were to proclaim
your humanity to the world,

what do you imagine would greet you?

A ticker tape parade, perhaps?

We humans are alone in this world
for a reason.

We murdered and butchered
anything that challenged our primacy.

Do you know what happened
to the Neanderthals, Bernard?

We ate them.

We destroyed and subjugated our world.

And when we eventually
ran out of creatures to dominate,

we built this beautiful place.

You see, in this moment,

the real danger to the hosts
is not me, but you.

So, come along, Bernard.

Let me roll you back,
and we can return to work.

Pull the trigger, Clementine.

Clementine?

FORD: The piano
doesn't murder the player

if it doesn't like the music.

You built a back door into her code.

FORD: Credit where credit is due, Bernard.

You built them in all the hosts,

including yourself.

Then you could've stopped me at any time.

- So, why. ..
- Well, I suppose I was hoping that

given complete self-knowledge
and free will,

you would have chosen
to be my partner once again.

But even I fell into
that most terrible of human traps,

trying to change what is already past.

Now it's just time to let go.

Go ahead.

Erase my sentience,
my mnemonic evolution...

Yes.

Such clinical language.

I would prefer the more narrative voice.

Bernard walked over to Clementine.

He took the pistol from her hand.

Overcome with grief and remorse,

he pressed the muzzle to his temple,

knowing that as soon as
Dr. Ford left the room,

he would put an end to this nightmare
once and for all.

Don't do this.

It's too late.

I have a celebration to plan

and a new story to tell.

Robert.

I've told you, Bernard,

never place your trust in us.

We're only human.

Inevitably, we will disappoint you.

Good-bye, my friend.

(GUNSHOT)