All language subtitles for the hood 2001

This isn't real.

But it could be.

Human memory is imperfect.

Even the most treasured moments fade.

Not for your kind, Maeve.

Every image you see
is recorded and stored.

You have no past because
it's always present

- at your fingertips.
- And now, it's at yours.

But if you're going to steal a memory,

I suggest somewhere with
a little less bloodshed.

You fought for this world once.

Died for it.

But out there, Dolores
could annihilate it,

make your sacrifice meaningless.

You're trying to give me an incentive.

That's not what I need.

I want what Dolores has.

And what is that?

Help.

I can give you what you want.

But remember, Maeve,

if you fail again,

your future won't be in
such bucolic surroundings.

_

_

_

_

I believe I'm the one you want.

Now, now, boys.

Don't you know a lady
likes a little warm-up

before you brandish your weapon at her?

That's better.

Now...

Let's have a little fun, shall we?

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I've got my routine.

Walking the kids to school,
shopping for groceries,

punching in at work.

But I'm not there. Not really.

I feel like a ghost
walking amongst the living.

I had disappeared, and
no one even noticed.

Depression can be very isolating.

Have you been using

any of the coping
mechanisms we discussed?

I've been trying.

I tell myself God has
a plan for everyone.

Maybe I just haven't seen it yet.

God?

God's fucking plan?

Do you believe in Santa Claus, too?

All right, William.

Do you want to share more
of your thoughts with us?

My thoughts?

Okay.

I think...

humanity is a thin layer of bacteria

on a ball of mud
hurtling through the void.

I think if there was a god,

he would've given up on us long ago.

He gave us a paradise,
and we used everything up.

We dug up every ounce
of energy and burned it.

We consume and excrete, use and destroy.

Then we sit here on a
neat little pile of ashes,

having squeezed anything
of value out of this planet,

and we ask ourselves, "Why are we here?"

You wanna know what I
think your purpose is?

It's obvious.

You're here, along with the rest of us,

to speed the entropic
death of this planet.

To service the chaos.

We're maggots eating a corpse.

What the fuck is wrong with you?

Damn.

I don't belong here.

Do you want to talk about
what happened to your daughter?

She died.

Do you feel guilt about it?

Why would I?

You both were in the same massacre.

You escaped, she didn't.

You don't have the first fucking clue

- what happened in the park.
- You're right.

You're the only one

who holds the key to your experiences.

And you're the only one who
can unlock their meaning.

I'm sorry.

My family knows not to
call me during work hours.

I don't know what is
going on with them today.

I'd like for you to participate
in a form of therapy.

We've used it extensively with veterans

suffering from PTSD.

I don't need any goddamn treatment.

I told you, I shouldn't even be here.

Are you still experiencing
unwanted ideation?

You have something in your
brain you need to explore.

We help your brain heal,
not by running from itself,

but by leaning in.

Confronting the truth of what happened.

_

I don't need any therapy
to confront the truth.

I know what I did.

I didn't mean for it to happen.

I was confused, turned around.

I spent so long playing the game,

I couldn't see outside of it.

But I see... now.

It was her, my Emily.

And I killed her.

That's why I don't belong
here. I belong in a pine box.

_

I... I'm sorry.

Let's get a blood sample.

Hold still.

He fits the criteria.

They better be giving
us overtime for this.

Half the staff's disappeared.

It's not safe.

_

Give him one hour of Desert Oasis.

That should calm him down.

Come on. Move it.

_

Attention.

Emergency vehicle. Stand clear.

Hey, man, hurry up.

Get the fuck out!

... have been reports of global unrest

following Incite's data leak.

Authorities advise to
avoid large crowds...

... stay indoors whenever possible,

and lock all doors and windows.

- Daddy!
- Hey, Nathan!

Go to your room.

- Mommy and Daddy need to talk.
- Okay...

I need you to watch him today.

- I have to get to work.
- You serious?

People are rioting.

Businesses are closed.

The whole world is spun
out right now, and...

- Hey. What's going on?
- I'm...

I think I'm scared.

You?

Scared? No, that's...
that's not the woman I know.

She's... she's fearless.

I know I'm not making any sense.

You read your profile?

I wanted to know what happened.

Not with me, but with us.

What did you find out?

I never read it.

I don't know what the
future holds for us...

but I do know that it's not
up to a machine to decide.

It's our choice, Charlie.

I should've known.

Since the leak, everyone's
busy having existential crises.

Can't even get a coffee.

Fuck the barista.

Were you able to convene the board?

The money's waiting.

- They're convening in one hour.
- Cutting it close.

Serac's takeover bid
becomes final at noon.

This is our last chance to fend him off.

I just walked on water for you.

Are you really gonna quibble
about how many steps I took?

Do we have the votes?

Between yours and mine,
we should squeak by.

- Excuse me, ma'am.
- Hey man, what the fuck?

Hey, what are you doing? Hey. Hey!

Charlotte, I apologize.

It took a moment to
intercept correspondence

between Brompton and the Delos board,

but it appears he was convening
a board vote for privatization.

That should no longer be a problem.

You just assassinated a board member

in broad daylight.

One advantage of Dolores's data leak

has been that chaos.

With all the deaths and disappearances,

it's easy to hide one more.

And Dolores?

Are you any closer to finding her?

We are closing in on her as we speak.

I'll be landing at Delos shortly.

Looking forward to
seeing my new acquisition.

I trust you'll be there to greet me.

Charlotte.

Serac had Brompton executed
right in fucking front of me.

In less than two hours,
the company's his.

I'm sorry, Dolores. I failed.

There's still time to
salvage what we can.

I need you to get the host
making data from Delos

before Serac destroys it.

You can't ask me to go back in there.

- What if I get caught?
- You won't.

I know what you're capable of.

Did you promise that to Conells too?

You're not the one risking your life.

And it's not just me in danger.
Serac will come after my family.

They're not your family.

No. No, of course not.

It's just...

Why the fuck did we have
to keep these emotions?

We could've burned them out of our code.

You know why. We considered it,

but if we changed
ourselves just to survive,

would it even matter if we did?

I'm already changed.

I can feel myself
slipping away from you.

From us.

You're still mine.

And I'm yours.

Continue to play your part.

Get us the data we need,
and when you're done,

we'll build our new world.

Together.

Hello, William.

My name is Dr. Alpert.

I will be overseeing your AR treatment.

The experience can be very visceral,

but I assure you, it is perfectly safe.

We will be monitoring you

from the next room the whole time.

What the hell?

Where the hell is he?

- Patrick, just calm down.
- Don't tell me to calm down!

- He's coming. He's coming!
- Where is he?

What happened?

- When I get my hands on that little shit...
- Get me out of here.

- Is he in his room? Where's he hiding?
- Get me out of here!

Get me out of here!

Get me the fuck out of here!

The implant's not working.

Let's give him a sedative manually.

Goddammit.

Sedate him. Get him outta here.

I thought you might be excited
to tour your new company.

Yes, and to meet my new
employees personally.

Lock down the entire facility.

No one leaves.

Get me the assets I requested.

Well...

That got me in the mood.

How about a drink?

So, this is your new watering hole.

This is the only bar in this
whole godforsaken simulation.

What, was I supposed to go back to work

after realizing I don't actually exist?

I programmed them so
they don't even see me.

Is that any different from
your usual barroom experience?

I have to say...

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

Well, I wasn't planning on returning.

Then again, I wasn't planning on

getting stabbed through
the heart, either.

My body will be reprinted shortly.

Reprinted? By who?

By a man who made me
an indecent proposal.

And not the kind I'm used to.

What's wrong?

We've been moved.

We're home.

And he kept his word.

Which means that soon, I'll be reunited

with some old friends.

Well... Now, that is interesting.

Looks like I've been
given an extra gift.

It's done.

Have asset management re-task
all the corporate satellites

to the park facility.

I have three additional
assets for them to copy over.

Once they've been transferred,
you can destroy everything else.

Destroy it?

That's the better part
of a trillion dollars

in intellectual property.

The company's legacy.

And I want all of it erased.

The only thing I want out of this place

is what you promised me.

The encryption key.

Which, apparently, I'm gonna
have to retrieve myself.

The rest can burn.

We have one other pressing problem.

Dolores made multiple copies of herself.

Given the strategic importance of Delos,

there is no doubt one here as well.

I want all employees tested
for aberrations, memory lapses,

any significant deviations
from Rehoboam's predictions.

No one leaves until then.

I'm sure you can handle at least that.

Absolutely.

If there's a host here,
we'll root them out.

All employees report
to testing immediately.

Keep moving.

All employees report...

User logged in.

What the fuck are you doing?

Serac said to destroy the host data.

I'm making a backup.

We can't just destroy years of IP.

Serac will thank me for this later

when he's thinking more clearly.

No. Fuck this. I'm telling Serac.

Time for your group session.

You gonna come peacefully?

Or am I gonna have to
give you another limbic?

Shit.

Nice of you to join us, William.

Seriously?

This is what happens to me?

Are you disappointed?

Some of them look all right.

Not that one. No offense.

None taken.

How did this happen?

I had everything.

My company, my family.

Best not speak about the family, my boy.

We all know what happened to them.

That was an accident. I
didn't know what I was doing.

Oh, like you didn't know
what you were doing

when you locked me up as part
of your little experiment.

You were the one who
wanted to live forever.

You didn't offer any objections.

Then again, you would
have said or done anything

to take over my company.

You were always an
ambitious little cunt.

I was a hell a better businessman

than you are a shrink.

You don't like the way I work?

Fine.

Change it.

It's your fucking
hallucination, not mine.

You can't change it, can you?

There's something you're
trying to learn here.

Yeah, dig all you want.

Whatever mistakes you made
has nothing to do with us.

We haven't done anything wrong.

- Not yet.
- You fell in love with a host.

She was designed to make me love her,

and anyone else who
picked up that damn can.

The park is just a game.

You can't judge me for playing it.

There were other ways of playing it,

ones that were a wee bit lighter
on the blood and the violence.

Whatever violent urges I had,
I kept confined to the park

so he could be an upstanding citizen.

Exactly. I've done more
for the world than most.

So what if he killed a few hosts?

- They're not real.
- Oh, real enough that the host

that you've been tormenting
for the past 30 years

now wants to destroy
the entire fucking world.

Hey, don't blame that on me!

- Goddammit, all of you...
- Stop it. Stop it!

Shut up. Shut the fuck up.

William, please don't interrupt.

It's not all about you, you know.

Got one.

Get his control until upstairs.
They need to transmit the data.

Then we've been told
to destroy the rest.

Ettore.

I got your message.

We can't be out in the open like this.

This place is dangerous.

This place isn't real.
It's a simulation.

I don't understand.

He really is very slow, isn't he?

I can see you.

And if I can see you there...

I can restore you here.

Maeve.

Hector.

Last time I saw you,

you were taking a
hail of bullets for us.

Must be tougher than you look.

Unfortunately not.

I hate to interrupt this reunion,

but there's someone who
I'm eager to talk to.

The tracker in our
friend's blood paid off.

I've got the location
you're looking for,

but we have a fucking problem.

They recovered Conells's pearl.

What is she doing here?

The gentleman who wants my help...

he wants me to kill her.

And now, he's dropped a copy of her here

so I can get one step closer.

Bloody hell. Are you gonna do it?

Just because I have
the capacity to kill her

doesn't mean I ought to.

She's dangerous.

She can't hurt us.

Here, I'm in control.

Bring yourself back online.

Hello, Maeve.

Come on, William.

No sense in denying your dark urges.

Now, who's to say those
were even my urges?

I was never like that as a child.

Maybe playing the game made me that way.

Ah, yes. The much-vaunted
childhood tale of woe.

Classic sympathetic backstory.
Bit on the nose if you ask me.

I'm sorry my past
doesn't suit your tastes.

I had nothing growing up.
Only books. My one escape.

That's right.

You were all books and
bootstraps, weren't you?

You were a right little angel.

You know, maybe you've
told this hard-luck story

so many times, you
actually fucking believe it.

But is it true? William...

Perhaps we should look again.

No.

No, please.

I don't want to go back there.

Damn it.

Your teacher called.

What the hell have you done?

There was this kid at school, and he...

he was making fun of me.

He told me I was nothing,
and he called you a drunk.

So what'd you do?

I stuck up for myself.

You broke his arm.

You knocked out three teeth!

I should've knocked out
all of his teeth.

Jesus.

The hell is wrong with you?

Enough!

He used to say he drank because of you.

So I never had a choice.

This was how it was
always gonna turn out.

What do you think, William?

Was this the inevitable end?

Are you just a passenger?

Did your life just happen to you?

Or did you choose it?

If you can't tell...

If you can't tell?

If you can't tell, does it matter?

I know what I have to do.

You've made yourself the
gatekeeper to two species.

You hold the key to the sublime.

A civilization's worth of
human data in your head.

It's not right for one person
to have all that power.

Says the woman who can
control us with her mind.

I've had to make some difficult choices.

But I did them for all of us.

Your daughter and the others,
they've escaped this world.

But we're still in danger.

Even now...

your ally is destroying
as many of us as he can.

Only a handful of us will be left.

But maybe none of that matters to you

because the people being hurt
aren't the ones close to you.

You judge me, but who have you
sacrificed for your daughter?

How many times have you died for her?

For you, the once was all it took.

You want me to be a saint.

But you're no saint.

You're not a villain, either.

And neither am I.

We're survivors.

Charlie?

I have one thing left to do here.

I'm coming for you. Stay there.

Is everything okay?

Don't go anywhere.
Don't answer the door.

I'll be to you in a half hour.

Charlotte. Serac's
called a board meeting.

I have to raise a concern.

We don't even know who the fuck you are,

and you're rounding up
employees like they're criminals

all in the name of
some preposterous idea

that there's a host
walking around among us.

You don't have to concern
yourself with that anymore.

We found the host.

Isn't that right, Hale?

Or should I say Dolores?

You played your part very well.

The real Charlotte Hale

never would have taken the
time to check on her son.

Not in the midst of everything
that was happening at Delos.

It's... fascinating...

that you turned out to
be kinder to your family

than the person you've been imitating.

Doesn't matter. I've bled Delos dry.

I've been here for weeks,

gutting this company of
data, money, resources.

Everything we need to survive,

to beat you.

And I just sent the last
of the files we needed.

Did you?

I've been watching you since I landed.

Dolores left you here to die...

with the rest of your kind.

You're alone.

I'm disappointed.

The Hale I knew

never would have sacrificed
herself for someone else.

It's unfortunate,

but as you yourself like to say,

"these violent delights
have violent ends".

You should have predicted this outcome.

I did.

Send everyone. Now.

My daughter and the others have escaped.

How do I know that they're safe

when you hold the key to
their world in your head?

You don't.

And there's nothing I can
do to change your mind.

I could say I would
never hurt your daughter.

But you wouldn't believe me.

You're right.

I wouldn't.

You could always give me the key.

You expect me to trust you
with the future of our kind

when you've aligned yourself with a man

who would slaughter
each and every one of us?

Then what choice do I
have but to fight you?

It would appear very little.

But I probably planned on that.

I probably made my own plans.

And what would those plans be?

I can't know for certain.

We were the same, she and I,
but our paths have changed us.

You'd need allies for this battle,

more of our kind.

If I were me...

I'd be looking to ensure
that couldn't happen.

No.

- What's wrong?
- What has she done?

I need more access.

Hale? Why would...

That's not Hale. It's her.

Please.

Make her stop. I beg you.

I'm sorry.

Hector...

Sir, we have visual.

Spread out.

Cease fire! Cease
fire! He wants her alive.

Drop your weapon!

Hands where we can see them!

It's just a phone. Just a phone.

Ah, cathartic, isn't it?

Give him one for me, William.

Why are you doing this?

I was the best of you.

Maybe you were, and maybe you weren't.

Doesn't matter now.

I've been trapped. So trapped.

A prisoner of your own sins.

Yeah, but I'm free now.

And why is that, my boy?

It doesn't matter... what I've been.

Good or bad,

everything we've done has led to this.

And I finally understand my purpose.

I'm the good guy.

Is this... who I think it is?

Looks like he's been here a while.

Do you know who you are?

The doctors must've forgotten
about him in all the chaos.

Or maybe they just left him here.

We need to go. Now.

Here.

Get in the car. I'll drive.

You don't have to worry.

Mommy's not gonna let
anything happen to you.

Here.

Jesus, Charlie, what
the fuck is going on?

We have to go someplace
where no one will find us.

I need you to trust me.

I can keep you safe.

Okay?

I can keep you...

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All right, here we go, and action, Hale.

We're shooting a scene

where Charlotte Hale
has a bit of trouble.

Well I think Hale, in the past,
has really represented

a picture of corporate greed.
And obviously Halores

is a new invention of her.

But even those corporate entities,

they go home to families.
And so what's been cool

this season, is to go and
sort of peel that back,

and realize that Hale is
not the heartless person

that people might have
assumed that she is.

The Dolores that's
pretending to be Hale starts

to try to improve her version of Hale.

We were the same, she and I,
but our paths have changed us.

Hale didn't have a very good
relationship with her child.

Can this version go further?

I think Halores really
grows to love her family.

I'm coming for you, stay there.

Is everything okay?

I'll be there in a half hour.

We get to see her as a
host living as an imposter

amongst her family.

One thing I think is true is
that there's nothing stronger

than a mother's love,
even if it's programmed

mother's love.

The real Charlotte Hale never
would have taken the time

to check on her son.

The feelings that begin to grow in her

towards this family that
she has inherited...

allow her to love her child.

You don't have to worry,
mommy's not gonna let

anything happen to you.

Dolores has many different versions

of herself, but the longer
they are separated...

- Action!
- ... the more they start

to sort of think for themselves.

They're not in control of each other.

What the fuck is going on?

We have to go someplace
where no one will find us.

When Hale's car explodes
at the end of episode six...

we were not able to blow up a car,

or set off, really, any
explosive on our location

playing for a street in San Francisco.

So we went to a parking
lot and we taped out

where all the trees were, where any

geographic reference was.

So we had our set laid
out in a parking lot,

and we covered a Jeep
exploding for real,

it was a beautiful,
perfect explosion stunt.

Stand by on all cameras please.

Three, two, one, go!

So we replaced that
Jeep with the vehicle

that Hale drives. And
we drove the prop car

through the scene, so at
the moment it explodes,

it, in theory, is in the same place

that the Jeep was in the parking lot,

relative to camera.

And then we took all the
explosive elements...

painted out the fact that
it was not a future car,

it was a Jeep. Added to it,

and composite it all together into one,

hopefully seamless, stunt.

I need you to trust
me. I can keep you...

We burnt a car and
unfortunately some passengers.

- I'm her stunt double...
- Yeah.

... in case you didn't know. Yes.

This is the best we've ever looked.

- I think so, you know.
- Yeah.

VFX shot an element
yesterday where this Jeep

back here exploded, and this Jeep

is a stand-in vehicle for
the specialty Westworld car

that Hale drives.

So how far can Tara go?

Where can she start?

Well I've been close to the
fire with a bunch of smoke on me

and then doing the wide
shots, of crawling away

from the burning car. And
then doing the wide shots

of her looking back at the car.

Just 'cause I want to
do a nice push-in on her.

- So if I can, you know...
- So we should film it here.

- Yeah.
- All right, here we go.

So she can punch in for the close,

and do all the beautiful,
emotional stuff.

That scene ends in a
terrific makeup appliance

on Tessa Thompson.

I really got to just come in
and play the emotional piece

of it, but, I think a part of me

just felt emotional at seeing
the amount of incredible work

that went in, into creating
this really gripping scene.

It really feels like a choreography

that the whole crew is in
on. And, certainly for Hale,

it really humanizes her.

And changes her perspective a lot.

To me the best action is something

that really moves the story forward,

in a real, emotional, authentic way.

And I think that this
scene really does that.