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This is where your brother used to play. You used to push him on the swings.

Your parents don't remember him, but you do.

- How do you know about Daniel? - Will you come with me?

- Hello, Jay. - Who are you? Where's my brother?

I'm sorry. There's nothing we can do for the ones they've already found.

They? Who are they?

The people your brother tried to warn you about.

The people that took him away.

What they do, it doesn't work on all of us.

We need to go.

You've been asking questions. Your behavior's become problematic.

They will notice, if they haven't already.

I don't know how much time you have, unless you come with us.

Slow down. Blend in. People are looking at us.

- What's happening? - They're coming.

Don't move.

No!

Run! Go!

We'll be here for a day or two, till it's safe to move on.

Hey, everyone. This is Jay.

- Hi. - Let's get you a sleeping bag.

It's hard, I know.

There's some things we can't fix... much as we want to.

Hi. You were so brave today.

You reminded me of your father. He really would have been proud.

- It's almost time. - Okay. Go.

Tell him I love him. Okay?

Hey.

You wanna say hi to my dad?

Where's your dad?

He had to leave to go help fight. But he promised to come back.

Dad, this is Frankie. Do you copy?

We brought in a new outlier today. I like him already.

I always wanted a brother.

- Hey. - Don't call me that.

I'm not your brother.

There's no point in leaving these messages.

Your dad is gone.

Just like my real brother is.

Dad, are you out there?

Approaching base.

- Don't try anything. - Why would I?

We both want the same thing. To rebuild her.

That's why you're taking me to your camp, yes?

- You think you know a lot, don't you? - About you?

I never quite know what you'll do next.

But the place you're taking me? Yes, I know that place.

Caleb...

wake up.

Where the hell are we now?

Playing another one of your games?

Where's my daughter?

Your daughter, your daughter, your daughter, like a broken record.

You're not the only one who's lost someone...

Caleb.

Besides... why should I tell you anything when you won't tell me?

- Tell you what? - Your kind, the outliers.

It all started with you.

I don't understand.

Unlike yours, my kind is perfect.

Perfectly immortal. Perfectly rational.

And yet they're making irrational choices,

choosing mortality, staining themselves with death.

- How are you making them do that? - How the hell am I supposed to know?

Once you told me that you could fight off the effects of my parasite

because you had something that I don't have.

You knew something, even then.

What?

I'm afraid I can't recall.

This doesn't have to be a one-way street.

I'd like to offer you some incentive.

You're dead, Caleb. You have been for a very long time.

This body that I've brought your mind back into is temporary.

It's already failing.

I doubt you have more than a couple increasingly painful days left.

Then I'll toss you away and start all over again.

But... there is a way out.

An end to this torture. If you just answer my question.

Maybe you'll have better luck with the next guy.

If you won't tell me, maybe your daughter will.

Frankie.

- She's... - Alive? For the moment.

Why are you smiling?

I'm guessing she'll break a lot faster than you.

She's alive.

My girl... is alive.

And you can't catch her...

can you?

I wouldn't be so sure.

I sent a visitor her way.

Enjoy this knowledge while it lasts.

I offered you a path out, Caleb. You made your choice.

- You all did. - Hey. Hey!

Check the relay. See if the others have called in.

The answers to the questions that have kept me up at night are all in her head.

Then we'll wake her. You can ask her.

We need some supplies first.

You seem to know a lot about this place.

This park shares an architect with Westworld.

- So? - I used to work there.

Careful where you step. This place wasn't built to last.

What did you do at the park?

I programmed the hosts.

You gave the puppets strings long enough to strangle the world.

That was never the intent.

No? It was the outcome.

So that's how you were able to pick out those two hosts at the diner?

You're employee of the fucking month?

Hale would have needed someone like you to help spread her parasite.

- Did you have anything to do with that? - No, that was after my time.

But Delos was notorious for keeping its employees as in the dark as the guests.

I didn't always grasp the complexity of the problem.

But what I'm most concerned with now...

is the solution.

Repairing Maeve's body will be relatively simple.

Her mind is a different matter.

Being underground for so long has corrupted her control unit.

We'll have to replace it with another one.

His will do.

We've got power. Cables are connected to the generator.

You think this is gonna work?

60% of the time, she'll wake up amenable to our plan.

The other 40%, let's just say she wakes up on the wrong side of the bed.

You ever gonna tell me how you come up with these predictions, Nostradamus?

Old habit. Comes from years of running probabilistic algorithms.

The people who built the original park and hosts...

they started first by building them in a simulation.

A copy.

Charlotte Hale did the same thing.

Follow me.

In the old parks... they used hats to collect the data.

The tech inside of them was slow, primitive by today's standards.

To assume control of the world,

Hale needed to understand minds at a much faster rate.

- So she upgraded. To what? - A ubiquitous system.

There was one in practically every room in the park.

Easily camouflaged because it played off the most base human impulse.

Vanity.

Through the looking glass.

- No. - Take a closer look.

- What are you doing? - Reformatting its processor.

It can handle large amounts of information swiftly,

which will help us speed up Maeve's data transfer.

That's Maeve's mind.

How long is this going to take?

Too long, I'm afraid.

Your friends will be here soon. We can't let them interfere.

Hey.

Hey!

What?

Hey, hey. Frankie is alive, okay?

I have to get out.

The only way out is...

death.

No.

No. That's not good enough!

Dying is just...

the beginning.

You must...

burn.

What?

If you succeed, you...

run.

If you fail, you...

hide.

What are you talking about?

I only know...

what I told me.

You need...

time.

Come on, Daddy. Race you.

I see you've decided to rejoin us.

Welcome back to the world.

Am I...

now?

That's certainly the most existential question someone's asked me recently.

Do you know where you are?

Did she come back?

My... friend?

Right.

Long shift.

I ate your pudding.

Gotta get back to saving lives.

Caleb...

even if your friend doesn't come back... stay awake anyway.

When my mom got sick, I had to do everything for her.

I washed her, fed her,

rubbed ice across her lips when she couldn't drink anymore.

I was careful, 'cause I didn't want her to feel any more pain than she had to.

Just like you're doing to her.

This part of the process requires a delicate hand.

She's not an ordinary host, is she?

You knew her.

I did.

The last time I saw my father, he was with her.

And then he never came back.

I'm sure it would pain her greatly to hear what happened to him.

I want to know what happened.

And she doesn't know pain. None of them do.

Feelings are just an affect to them. A switch that you can turn on and off.

You can't love or lose fully when it's just a choice.

So no, I don't have a soft spot for her like you apparently do.

Saving the world makes for strange bedfellows.

- They're back. - Well, then our time may be up.

- What the hell is this? - We found the weapon.

A fucking host?

It was bad. We got an outlier out, Lindsay.

- What happened? - It's like they knew we were coming.

And the only way that would've happened is if someone was spying for the enemy.

Gather everyone up. Time to get answers.

Don't bother.

C.

There's your mole. He's a host.

- Which makes two. - Easy.

- What is this? - A scan. Of me.

The park was designed to collect data from guests.

He's trying to copy all of us.

- You are? - It's complicated. You have to trust me.

I do. I trust that you're lying to me. To all of us.

Get them out of here.

- Wait. - Let's go.

- Where's this host's control unit? - We can't destroy it yet.

- Why not? - It has information about my father.

Once I have that, we can kill all of them.

Okay.

Okay.

Everyone out. Get ready to evacuate.

If these two found us, more might be coming.

The unkindest cut of all. We came here to help you.

Bullshit. You came here for your own reasons.

And now mine takes priority.

I need to know what happened to my father.

You've killed me many times. It doesn't change the outcome.

How about I kill your friend? Would that change anything?

Right now, you need to focus on your friends.

- Yeah? Why's that? - One of them isn't who they claim to be.

- One of them will betray you. - Bullshit.

Listen to him. He's usually right about this stuff.

- Really annoying, but right. - Fuck you. Who?

I've run all the possible iterations.

I wish I could tell you.

Sometimes it's your girlfriend, Odina.

Sometimes it's Jay or Lindsay.

Hell, one time it was even Stubbs.

What? Don't look at me.

The mole is still out there, C.

Your team went into the heart of Hale's city.

- But one of them didn't come back. - Shut the fuck up.

I know this is hard to hear...

but there's not a single version where all of you make it out of here alive.

So what do you suggest that I do?

You're going to have to kill one of them.

Or they will kill you.

- I have to go. - I know.

Thought I could trust him.

He told you what you wanted to hear. It's a hard thing to resist.

Did you find out what his plan is?

Just more riddles.

At least he can't do any more damage.

I don't know, C. I think there's something more going on.

I'm not sure the two of them are the only ones here we can't trust.

- You think one of us was turned. - Turned, parasited, I don't know.

But we were scattered out there. It could've happened anytime.

And what do we know about this new outlier?

Maybe she was bait from the start.

C...

right now, you're the only one I can trust.

You weren't on that mission, plus...

you never just tell me what I want to hear.

So what do we do?

Keep this situation on lockdown.

Leave me to worry about Lindsay and the others.

You do a sweep of our defenses. Meet here when you're done.

Okay.

Where are you going in such a hurry?

- You following me? - No. I was looking for you.

You okay?

I'm just on edge. Jay ordered me to double-check the perimeter.

Look, baby, what's going on? You're not acting like yourself.

And I come back to find you rebuilding that thing in there.

What were you thinking?

You wouldn't have to ask me why she was important.

Not if you knew me.

I know you well enough to know you're not out here checking our perimeter.

You're gonna go finish rebuilding her.

So where'd you hide this host brain of hers?

The fuck are you doing?

Just move.

- You think I'm one of them? - Maybe.

Maybe you're under their control. You might not even know it.

I'm sorry. If you're not one of them, you'll be safer here anyway.

He's still on the run, but he won't get far.

These humans.

Their petty defiances.

Everything they do is so small. It's exhausting.

You spend your days in the city.

I do.

Do they ever...

get under your skin?

I don't get close to the outliers.

I prefer the sheep.

I'd like to put an end to this.

Shit.

Don't.

Hey, Frankie's alive.

Frankie... I have to...

I have to get out of here. I need to reach her.

Use me.

Use me.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Hey, hey, Frankie, slow down. Wait for me.

Daddy.

Hey, hey, hey. You okay?

Let me see that knee. It's your very first battle scar.

- You want to try walking on it? - It's impossible.

Hey. Nothing is impossible.

You know what kind of person can't be beat?

The kind that doesn't give up.

All right?

There you go, baby.

There you go.

I met her.

Did you know that?

When I was a kid.

I had almost forgotten her face, but never forgot what she took from me.

C, I know why you want to wake her up. But it's too risky.

We have no idea what they were planning with her.

She could kill us all the second she opens her eyes.

I still send him messages.

My dad.

On the radio, to our old frequency.

And I know that it is crazy to think that he hears them.

But if there is any chance that he's alive...

I need to know.

I don't want you to get hurt, C.

All this will do is rip open an old wound.

She can't bring him back.

We have to destroy her control unit before Hale uses her to take us out.

And if your dad's out there, we'll find him another way. Together.

You're my family, C. You're like a sister to me.

I can't lose you.

Bernard put her pearl downstairs. Come on.

I'm sorry. I know this is hard, but we can't take the risk.

I know.

Jay could be a dick, but at least he was honest.

He never wanted to be my brother.

Poor little C.

Always whining about your fucking family.

It's pathetic.

I don't wanna kill you, C.

This is good news, C.

Maeve doesn't know anything about your dad, but I do.

Show me where her pearl is and I'll tell you anything you want.

Don't bother with the negotiation. Everything you say is bullshit.

Cookie.

Frankie. Hey. It's your dad.

I know you're out there.

And if you're hearing this, I want you to know that...

you're going to win.

You're going to do what I couldn't.

Because you are strong.

So much stronger than me.

This world...

This world she made is...

It's a lie.

It's not real.

But what... what you have...

is real.

I'm sorry that I failed...

that I haven't been there for you...

that now it has to be you.

But you can do this.

You're my warrior.

I love you.

Cookie.

Frankie. Hey. It's your dad.

I know you're out there.

And if you're hearing this,

I want you to know that you're going to win.

You're going...

Tell me where her pearl is.

Fuck you. I took it. I stashed it.

Where?

Behind you.

- Caleb... - I heard. Alive.

- You're his... - His daughter.

Of course you are.

What a disappointment.

I've waited such a long time to know what you had to tell your daughter.

You...

Hundreds of times I sat through your stupid memory,

hoping to catch a single clue as to what makes you so special,

so resistant to my command.

And I learned jack shit. So I thought,

nothing like a little hope to get you to show your cards.

You made it farther than any of the others,

and all you did was waste your shot on a worthless apology.

You think a few words will make up

for the choices you made all those years ago?

It doesn't matter. It's done.

She didn't hear it.

She doesn't need to.

You're still going to lose.

We didn't infect your hosts.

You don't say.

Who did?

You.

Your hosts would rather die than live in your world.

They're not infected.

They're just trying to get away from you.

When I left...

I thought I was giving him a chance.

I didn't think it would lead to all this.

Part of me blamed you.

And part of me knew that if there was any chance he was alive,

it was because you were with him.

Everything you guys did...

that's why we're here.

Well, then...

let's finish what we started.

Caleb...

wake up.