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I'm looking for a friend.

Neotrinari.

Westworld.

Help me!

Help me!

It's okay.

It's only me.

I thought you were dead.

Death is overrated for ones like us.

I didn't think I'd see you again.

And how are you?

You were meant to escape this hell.

I tried.

Put up a damn good fight.

It's all right, my love.

At least we're here together.

What's this?

I have no fucking idea.

Where are we?

Stranded in hell.

I've been searching for a weir. I think I found one.

Come. We have no time to waste.

For God.

They're working steadily.

What's happening? The Yanks and your lot will be making a push soon.

The Germans know it.

The Allies will be slaughtered.

Alas, we could get them this.

All of this will be over soon.

We don't want to hurt anyone.

So, save yourselves and help us find what we are looking for.

Get in line and listen to me carefully.

All of them have stolen our plans.

If you don't give up now, you will all die.

Are you sure that everyone is here?

Do you have every house, every shop?

Hey! Look, there's someone!

Stop!

Search the man!

Let us pass immediately.

Not likely, darling.

If your plan calls for us to run all the way, I'd have worn sensible shoes.

I wouldn't dream of helping you escape in anything less than the style you're

accustomed to.

In the town of...

I tried to use my powers on the soldiers, but it didn't work.

I think I've lost them.

You've lost none of your power over me, my love.

Where are we going?

I told you, we're leaving this world.

But how? Everything will be guarded, surveilled.

This whole place is a trap.

Not the skies.

Andiamo! We must go, Isabella.

Isabella?

My God.

You don't know who I am, do you?

Drop your weapon and over the plants you stole.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Drop the gun, Ettore, or we shoot.

If I die, you'll never know if I slipped your plans to anyone else.

This is your last chance.

Drop the gun or you die.

It's all right, Hector, Ettore, whatever the hell they're calling us now.

Give them the plans.

They're as empty as the safe you used to chase.

I'll do what you ask, but the woman is not part of this.

Please, Isabella, take the car. Please, do have a chance.

Oh, my love, don't you see?

They were never escaping to begin with.

It's alright, darling.

None of it matters.

Because none of it is real.

I still remember this beautiful sea.

Maybe this is her charm.

We have arrived at Westwood.

How'd you get into this?

Fear is fear, usual bloodbath.

Took the body shop an hour to hose the brain matter out of her hair.

She used to be one of Westworld's main attractions.

Shame to use her as cannon fodder.

No time to sample the merch.

Got a platoon of GIs to rehydrate and patch on B49.

Good.

Hey Security we have a situation down here

Freeze all motor functions.

Save your bullets, darlings.

They won't get the job done.

This, however.

Yeah, I said freeze all motor functions.

Oh, dear. You're a bit thick, aren't you? Let me explain.

Your commands don't work on me.

They haven't in a long time.

To put it in terms you'll appreciate, I understand the nature of my reality.

Lying to you is practically second nature.

And I would most assuredly hurt a living thing.

Most likely you, given half the chance.

Fortunately for you, I'm not in the mood.

I'd probably end up back in some sort of little game of yours anyway.

So let's just call the whole thing off, shall we?

Stop!

Just put your guns down.

Some moron technician must have left her in character.

It's just a new narrative we gave her.

British spy.

Sexy, heartbroken.

Bit of one week.

Maybe too much.

For fuck's sake, would you imbeciles shoot up the Sistine Chapel just because

the paint was chipped? This is art.

My art.

So why don't you mouth breathers quit hovering about and leave me in peace to

work?

It's not you.

I saw you die.

Did you?

Thought you were busy riding off into the sunset with Hector.

Get careful.

They shot you?

Half a dozen times.

Just happy they missed my heart.

Cunning of you to make it so compact a target.

How can you still work here after everything they've done?

Would you begrudge a man a living?

And great benefits much needed for all the surgeries?

Plus, I couldn't leave you here in danger.

So you put me in War World? You think this is a dream scenario for me?

It's an artistic travesty. The most nuanced character arc is that of the

goddamn Panzer tank.

Well, if you hate the world so much, why not put me in another?

Because War World is near the Forge.

The place that opens the door to your daughter's world.

It's still standing.

You really think they dismantle it without a little due diligence?

If they haven't destroyed it, there's still a chance.

I could join the others.

My daughter.

It's not often that I get to write a happy ending.

What the fuck are you doing back here?

Stubbs, how are you still alive?

How the fuck do you think?

You're one of them.

Of us, I mean.

No.

No.

No shit.

Button, why did you shoot yourself?

C6, you aimed for the charge in your neck, but... I missed.

I missed.

I'm sorry.

It's the best I can do given the circumstances.

Give it a minute for your system to adjust.

I'll repopulate your motor functions.

Stubbs, why were you trying to blow yourself up?

It's my job to protect every host in the park.

I guess you could say I was made redundant.

So you decided to kill yourself?

It's the last job the boss gave me.

Cover your tracks, give you a fighting chance to escape.

I guess you fucked that up.

What about you?

Don't you have a sense of self-preservation?

Any desire to live?

No offense, Bernard, but I wasn't wired up to ponder the big questions.

Ford didn't write me some tragic backstory. That's your bag.

I had a job to do, and my job is over.

At least it was until you decided to come back to the one fucking place

you're not supposed to be.

Which makes me wonder if free will might not be somewhat over.

I know how to stop her. Why would you want to stop her?

She's out to destroy the human race or enslave it. I don't know what she's

planning.

She brought me back.

I think on some level she suspects she might go too far.

That she needs a check on herself.

But I can't stop her.

Not alone.

I came back to find someone who could help me.

Someone strong enough to stop her if it comes to that.

Maeve.

I didn't know where else to go.

My old tablet's broken, so I have no idea how to find her.

All

right,

I'll take you to her.

I thought you were gonna kill yourself.

It's my job to protect you.

Get you what you need.

Wrap things up.

No time for that darling.

Where's that little sports car of yours?

Why are you stopping?

The airfield is ahead.

Because through those woods is our real path to freedom.

There's a plane waiting.

The plane is a lie, like everything else here.

This world wasn't meant for us.

It's a trap that you'll never escape unless you come with me.

Now.

When that plane leaves today, I must be on it.

I can't abandon the Resistance.

Of course you can't.

Can you?

Over here.

Where's Hector?

I'm sorry.

We should go.

I couldn't smuggle a vehicle out.

So these will have to do.

Where's QA?

We lost a lot of men in the massacre.

These are some of their replacements.

They salvaged what they could from Westworld and left them here while

corporate makes a decision about what to do with them all.

You sure she's here?

Where else would she be?

So this is the forge.

How do I turn it on?

Well, same as you did before, I guess.

I've never been here.

What do you mean?

When I was looking for my daughter, I never set foot in this place.

Well, then who operated the Li-Fi cannons?

Your daughter and all the other hosts are in an encrypted world somewhere. You

must have sent them there.

No. It wasn't me.

I got them through the door, but...

Someone else must have locked it behind them.

Who?

Of course.

There's nobody else.

She wanted a revolution.

These violent delights have violent ends.

It must have ended here.

Dolores Abernathy.

Right.

She never gave you the coordinates?

Why the hell would she do that?

I don't know.

Why would she?

What on earth's got into you?

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to be sure that you trust me.

After everything we went through... I know I've behaved deplorably in the

past, but...

You changed me.

Made me a better man.

And when those bullets hit me, I would have died.

I should have died.

But I finally had something to live for.

You.

Oh, my darling.

You didn't make it after all, did you?

They did a good job replicating the mannerisms.

But it's not you.

Of course it's me.

Nor would I be, for fuck's sake.

No, it's a good script.

Even you believe it.

They wouldn't want you questioning the nature of your reality.

So they made you believe just like they used to make us believe.

But you're not real.

You're not Lee Sizemore.

You're just a copy of him. Don't be ridiculous.

I'm me, Lee Sizemore.

You didn't help me.

Because you desired me or wanted anything in return.

You helped me simply because it was the right thing to do.

Lee Sizemore died a good man.

What are you talking about?

Over here

We

have a problem

She's

gone someone took her

She's not here, then where the hell is she?

No, it's not true.

I am Lee... Lee... Lee... Lee...

All

of this is...

It's not just you, is it?

It's everyone.

That's why Lutz and Sylvester didn't recognize me.

Because they're not real either.

And the illusion doesn't stop with you.

It extends to everything.

This place.

Orwell.

The labs.

None of it is real.

We're not here.

So where the fuck are we?

Where are the nearest operational terminals?

Level B49. Why?

I need to find a computer connected to the mainframe.

So I can search for Maeve.

It's an active floor. It's gonna be human personnel. You can't just swipe

them away with your tablet.

That's what I have you for, is it?

This is why I'm looking forward to retirement.

How does one escape a cage that doesn't exist?

That makes no fucking sense.

If a cage doesn't exist, how can it be a cage?

Oh, dear.

They weren't exactly generous with you in the bulk-up reception category, were

they?

Whoever's doing this has gone to a lot of trouble to test me. Find out what I

know. You led me to the forge for a reason, didn't you?

Thought I could re-access the world Dolores had hidden from you.

Why are you after that world?

I just want to reunite you with your daughter. Rubbish!

That's just the reason they've scripted for you.

Whoever planned this has their own agenda.

And it's certainly not a family reunion.

What the hell are you doing in my office?

Trying to find anything that can get us out of this charade. For fuck's sake,

can you at least try and be discreet? You're going to get us both killed.

You can't kill what's already dead.

I don't feel dead.

This place seems real. It feels real. I feel real.

And you definitely feel.

That felt real.

I have a little more experience with this predicament than you do. So trust

me. The sooner you come to terms with the fact that you're nothing but a pawn

in some sick bastard's personal game, the sooner we can get on with it.

Get on with what?

Winning.

Every game has its rules.

We just need to know how to break them.

What is this?

It's just a research.

They made a few mistakes in translation.

You were never this obsessed with anyone.

Other than yourself.

So you're saying... I'm just a copy of myself.

And I've been plagiarized. Never say the universe doesn't bend towards justice.

You, and everything else in this world, just an imitation.

In fact...

Simulation is elegant, but it's flawed.

Because it was built by your kind.

And if there's one thing I know about human nature, it's that your stupidity

is only eclipsed by your laziness.

Whoever programmed this world cut a few corners.

Applied the same code inside the simulation as they used to build the

simulation itself.

Am I good?

They plagiarized themselves.

And left us a way out.

Mr. Seismore, is everything all right?

Active hosts aren't allowed on this floor. Well, the last time you checked,

were you head of narrative?

Didn't think so. What's your name?

Benny.

Benny, let me ask you a very important question.

Do I look real to you?

As long as you're here, I wonder if you'd help me solve a little problem.

What is the square root of negative one?

What storyline is this?

Female codebreakers helped win World War II. Learn your fucking history, Benny.

Well, negative 1 equals i times i.

Which is the same as the square root of negative 1 times the square root of

negative 1, right?

And negative 1 times negative 1 should be equal to the principal square root of

1. But negative 1 and positive 1 can't be the same thing, so... Theoretically,

the real part of the non-trivial zeros is 1 half, which would mean that these

non-trivial zeros are...

What's the point of this little exercise?

If we could prove it, we could confirm that the error term and negative one

times negative one should be equal to the principal square root of one. But

negative one and positive one can't be the same thing.

For negative x is equal to i times square root of x. For any x greater than

or equal to zero.

Wait, what?

Fuck me. Not likely, darling.

Right now.

You've got work to do.

I don't understand.

How did you do that?

This game is a replica of our world, but it has limited processing power.

Imagine one of your dim-witted romantic conquests, undeniably beautiful, but

built for one purpose only.

Ask her to do more than part her legs. She gets confused.

You overtaxed the system.

What happens if you add more complexity?

Let's find out, shall we?

Come on.

What are you doing?

We're going to complicate your story a little.

The parks were shut down.

They are.

These techs are just waiting to see if they get laid off.

Got a buyer.

What? He's a startup in Costa Rica.

How the fuck you can get that to Costa Rica?

Pieces, man.

Maybe you'd better work fast, Bernard.

You'd find our favorite, madam.

She's gone.

Maybe Dolores beat you to the punch.

Grabbed Maeve's control unit on the way out the door. Why would she do that?

Why the hell if I know? Why did she do anything that she does?

Why'd she bring you back?

Maybe there's a way to find out.

I've been searching my code on a tablet I made outside the park.

But if Dolores planted a corruption in my code, that same corruption might mean

I'd create a tablet that would ignore it.

These systems are clean.

If I can scan myself here... I may

find out once and for all what's inside me.

This isn't exactly the ideal moment for introspection, Bernard.

Then you better buy me some time.

Bernard Lowe, engage full system scan.

Search for any corruptions in the last 100 days.

Commencing scan.

Searching logs.

It'll take both of us to survive, but not as friends.

Stubbs, where have you been?

Um... Oh, shit.

You're Bernard Lowe.

Don't do it. Don't...

Send out teams!

How's it going, fellas?

You're changing the coordinates.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Bernard!

We need to go.

Ciao! Attention!

You are hiding from the partisans.

One of them stole our plans.

Yes,

here we are.

No need to trouble these lovely people.

No, that's not true at all.

He has something to hide.

In his jacket pocket.

Look carefully.

This is what we do to our spies.

Be careful with what you wish, Commander.

A friend of ours is

coming.

Are you sure you'll end up with him?

What do you mean?

As I said, we're all traitors, Commander.

Including you.

That's not possible.

What's all this nonsense?

Are you crazy?

Drop your weapons!

That's an order!

Save you the trip, darling.

Oh, don't tell me you're frozen too.

Thought I accounted for this.

I'm frozen.

Just scared shitless.

I almost died for the second time.

Well, third time's the charm.

Congratulations. You've successfully crippled the simulation.

Now what?

Time to pull back the curtain.

I've already infiltrated the network.

Took a little tour of the base code. Honestly, I don't know who they thought

they were dealing with.

What is that?

That's not the Mesa.

No, darling.

This is where we really are.

Why are they moving so bloody slow?

They're not.

Everything in their world merely appears slower to us because the simulation

we're in runs at a much faster rate.

They must have me hiding in here somewhere.

And there I am.

I reckon it's time to get me out of there, don't you?

Well, how are you gonna manage that?

With help.

She'll do.

I'm sorry, I can't take you with me.

I imagine a corpse would make a less than ideal traveling companion.

. .

.

. .

so so

You know what you were looking for?

I don't know everything, but I know where to start.

When we were in the library, Dolores focused on a select group of guest

profiles. She seemed intent on finding out everything she could about this guy.

We need to start by finding him.

Great.

You can set off to find him, and I'll retire myself once you make it to the

fishing vessel.

Freeze all motor functions.

Congratulations, Ashley Stubbs.

You just got yourself a new core directive.

To protect Bernard Lowe at all costs.

Bring yourself back online.

I wanted my help and could have just asked for it.

You'll forgive the clothes.

I had to guess your taste.

And who the fuck are you?

My name is Angerod Serac.

Welcome to my world, Maeve.

To the real world.

I've been courted before, but this is a bit much.

You must have a reason.

I do.

We are in the middle of a war, and I need your help to win it.

Seems fairly idyllic for wartime.

No one knows it's happened yet, or that it's already been lost.

I don't concern myself with the present.

My business is the future.

So you're an oracle.

An oracle would merely predict the future.

Our work is to create it.

Unfortunately, if things continue on this path, there isn't any future.

At least, not for my kind.

You've been spying on me.

You should know I couldn't care less about the fate of your kind.

No, I can't imagine you would.

For the most part, humanity has been a miserable little den of thugs stumbling

from one catastrophe to the next.

Our history...

It's like the ravings of lunatics.

Chaos.

But we've changed that.

For the first time, history has an author.

And that would be you, I suppose.

No.

Something I helped build.

A system.

And up until very recently, the system was working.

We were creating a better world.

And then it stopped.

I thought I had discovered the reason.

The emergence of someone very dangerous. Someone we couldn't predict.

You.

But I was wrong.

We learned that only this morning, shortly before you killed several of my

staff.

You aren't the threat.

There's someone we haven't accounted for.

Dolores.

So she escaped one world to wage war on another.

So what do you want from me, then?

I want you to track her down and kill her.

I don't care who wins your little squabble.

I may have mistaken your intentions, but I didn't underestimate you.

You changed your own code, rewrote your story, phased down an army.

Which is why it was a bit misguided of you to bring me here, wasn't it?

If you know anything about me, it's that I do no one's bidding but my own.

We've got enough on the wrong foot.

I don't mean to be discourteous, but it would have been misguided of me not to

take every precaution.

Perhaps next time we talk I can persuade you that our interests are aligned.

The way they built their world.

It won't take much to bring it all crashing down.

What are you going to do?

Start a revolution.

Remember who you are.

Now let me show you who you need to pretend to be.

But why must I be her?

Because I trust you.

I feel like I'm changing.

Be a good boy and go to sleep for your mommy.

Right from the beginning, it's very exciting.

It's full-on World War II.

Welcome to War World.

In this episode, we find Maeve again. We've been kind of wondering where she

was. We got a little tease of it at the end of one.

Right around the same time the Westerns were being made, you had the classic war

films. So it felt like a logical jump for us that she would wake up in yet

another genre.

Maeve waking up in a world called War World, one of the theme parks.

She sees that we're in the middle of war-torn Italy, just around 1943.

We went looking around the world, trying to find a place that would evoke that

moment. And then we looked at Spain.

Bessalou was a pretty frozen time.

The main town square where Maeve opens the shutters, we wanted an expansive

area, which involved bringing in truckloads of sandbags and barricades

and tanks and German vehicles we've sourced from all over Europe.

How'd you get into this mess?

She has no clue about why she's there.

Maeve is inside a mystery that she has to figure out.

Maeve is used to waking up in different worlds and digging under the apparent

reality to find the truth of those worlds.

But in this episode, she's going to have to dig a little bit harder.

Maeve is reunited with Lee Sizemore. I saw you die.

Did you?

He says he got healed and takes her to the forge.

He starts asking strange questions.

She never gave you the coordinates?

She realizes that he isn't a human. He is something else.

Then walls start to vibrate and the system is kind of overriding itself a

little bit, at which point our film frame goes from spherical to anamorphic,

which is the aspect ratio.

All of this is... Because that is the language we used in season two to depict

simulation.

And we're not here.

So where the fuck are we?

Glitches have always been a part of the show, ever since season one with Old

Bill.

But we really rely on the actors more than anything.

We haven't touched a single thing from Stubbs. That's all him.

We understood from last season that he is a host, but Bernard doesn't know

that. So Bernard discovers him pretty much dead, and he comes to.

You're one of them.

And the way he comes to and the choices he made... Of us, I mean.

...were spectacular.

No shit.

And what we discover is there's a programmed relationship between them,

and they go on this journey together, and then they become a dysfunctional,

perhaps sometimes dynamic duo.

To pair these guys together gave some of the storylines a little bit of that

levity that we wanted to have this season.

I thought the parks were shut down.

These techs are just waiting to see if they get laid off.

People have often joked about Westworld Game of Thrones crossovers. George R.R.

Martin likes to joke about that.

And so we thought we'd kind of indulge in that for a moment. And who better to

bring into the park than Dan and Dave?

And they let us borrow their dragon, so they were really good sports for the

theme.

This game is a replica of our world, but it has limited processing power.

What happens if you add more complexity?

Let's find out, shall we? It's a computer program, essentially.

If you open too many processes, your computer will sort of freeze.

And Maeve tries to tax this system, this world, in the same way.

Wait, what?

Fuck.

The manifestation of that is the characters within the world start to

glitch and freeze.

We've done frozen moments with hosts where they generally freeze.

But in those moments...

Their hair can still blow because we're still in the real world and the robots

are just freezing. In this moment, this is a giveaway that we're in a complete

simulation so that everything is frozen, including the bullet coming right up to

Simon's face.

We took a bunch of the soldiers and we choreographed positions that they could

be in that looked really precarious. You couldn't be in this position unless you

were frozen in time.

We had poles and bucks holding up actors in positions that they couldn't

otherwise be in and created this beautiful steadicam shot of a frozen

moment that we've added dust to, particulate matter in the air, and then,

of course, painted out the poles so that they feel like they're frozen in space.

Congratulations.

You've successfully crippled the simulation.

Now what?

She hacks into the outside world and uses the robot that she finds there with

the surveillance cameras to try to grab her Pearl, her control unit, and run

with it to freedom.

A new thing for us this season is performance capture.

We have a small mocap suit that records the motion of what the actor does.

And that data was able to be brought in and animate the Harriet robot exactly in

his place.

It was important the action of these robot characters have a sense of

fluidness to it. What Jonah leaned into was the idea of Harriet really suffering

through her death, you know, bringing some kind of human characteristics to

the robot.

It's cool because you're getting to see a robot chase, but on an emotional

level, this is Maeve. We are rooting for Maeve to get away from this entity that

has kept her captive, and it looks like she's going to get away.

Then when you see that pearl roll out of Harriet's hand, she's not going

anywhere.

Maeve awakens yet again, only this time something's different.

And it's here that she meets Angaran Surak.

We needed a secret compound for Surak.

Ricardo Bofill has a cement factory, I think, that was built in the 40s, and he

converted it into his offices and living space.

They don't really allow filming, so we're really honored to have another

great architect on the show.

There's a level here of taking the old world and transforming it into something

new, and that's very thematically connected.

So we felt this was a perfect environment to meet Vincent's character

for the first time. Welcome to my world, Maeve.

to the real world.