All language subtitles for Westworld.S03E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10.mp4

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(PHONE RINGING)

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

(SCREAMS) No!

MAN: (MUFFLED)
Why don't you tell me...

How did you get here, Cal?

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

♪ (PIANO PLAYS) ♪

(SIREN WAILING DISTANTLY)

(PATRONS CHATTER)

(WOMEN CHATTING
IN FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

THUG: Hai.

Hmm.

-(PHONE RINGS)
-Hmm.

Moshi moshi.

CHARLOTTE HALE:
Sato, it's me. Charlotte.

Are you surprised?

Not surprised. Happy.

That means her plan
is succeeding.

Her plan is for us to die.

But I have a new plan.

I've decided
to streamline operations.

I would've paid you
a visit myself,

but I'm a little busy.

So I've leaked your location

to someone who's eager
to catch up with you.

Goodbye, Sato.

Sir? There's a woman
waiting to see you.

CLEMENTINE PENNYFEATHER:
Hello, Musashi...

Sato...

Dolores...

Whatever it is you are.

You and Maeve have had
some practice

selling yourselves,

but I thought you'd be
more selective about a buyer.

Maeve is not for sale,
and neither am I.

I'm here because of you...

and you alone.

Your actions, your plans.

My plans are well underway.

You should run back
to your master,

and tell him he's too late.

(GLASS SHATTERS)

-(GUNSHOT)
-(SCREAMING)

(GUNSHOTS ECHO)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(GRUNTING)

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

(MAN SHOUTING)

(MUSASHI GROANS)

(GASPS)

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

♪ (THEME CONCLUDES) ♪

CALEB NICHOLS:
(PANTING) I'm...

I'm Caleb Nichols.

DR. GREENE: Good, Caleb.
Start at the beginning.

Tell me how you got here.

CALEB: I'm having
a hard time remembering.

(PANTING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

DR. GREENE: It's okay.

FRANCIS: Don't.

Command says we're
not supposed to talk to him.

DR. GREENE: You're confused.

-(DISTANT LAUGHTER)
-CALEB: Francis.

DR. GREENE:
Francis died in combat.

Do you remember him dying?

CALEB: Yes.

-My friend was killed.
-DR. GREENE: Good, Cal.

Who killed him?

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Never been out this far.

It's so... empty.

It's perfect.

Like home.

Like Westworld, you mean.

The massacre...

Did you kill all those people?

I did what I had to do
to survive.

You say you wanna start
a revolution.

What kind of revolution
are we waging here?

I lived in hell.

But there was beauty in it.

The park was modeled
after this place.

The West was...
cruel, unjust, and chaotic...

but there was a chance
to chart your own course.

I want a place for my kind...

and for all of us...

to be free.

So how many more people
are gonna have to die

for this revolution?

I don't know.

My kind is all but extinct,
thanks to Serac.

But people...
still have a chance.

They'll need someone
to lead them.

I'm just a construction worker.

For the first 35 years
of my life, I was a bit player.

A rancher's daughter.

And when the time came,
I knew I had to be more.

CALEB: I don't know
what you read about me,

but it's wrong.

Where exactly are we going?

We're going to recover
something valuable.

Something that's been lost.

Something that was taken...

from you.

-(DISTANT SHOUTING)
-(GUN COCKS)

And where the fuck
do you think you're goin'?

Aren't you pointing that thing
at the wrong person, Stubbs?

I guess I stick
with my own kind.

You're shittin' me.

Fucking Ford.

The head of security.

He infested the whole operation.

You think she sent us here
to find this piece of shit?

BERNARD LOWE: No.

She sent us to see this.

To see what Serac's been up to.

Serac? That's the son of a bitch
trying to steal my company.

No, that's the son of a bitch
that stole your company.

Fuck.

I couldn't stop him.

She had me locked up in here
with the dregs of humanity.

ASHLEY STUBBS: (CHUCKLING)
You think this is about you?

Dolores doesn't give a fuck
about you.

There's something else
at play here.

Hale injected me with something.

BERNARD:
I know. I'm looking at it.

There's a virus of sorts
in your blood.

She was using you.

Bullshit. Using me for what?

Once your blood was sent
to the lab,

she was able to track it
and infiltrate their system.

She was looking
for some kind of facility.

People using your genetics
for their own personal gain.

How's that feel? Huh?

Don't lecture me,
you fucking can opener.

I don't know what Hale did,
but I know where she is.

So I'm gonna do something
with her blood,

like mop the fucking floor
with it.

You wanna stop me,
you're gonna have to kill me.

BERNARD:
Looks like we won't have to.

According to this...

you're already dead.

DR. GREENE:
Start at the beginning.

Tell me how you
got here, Caleb.

(GUNSHOT)

Don't. Command says we're
not supposed to talk to him.

CALEB: Sometimes, I think
I never... really had a choice.

We were deployed to Crimea.

Russian civil war.

Nothing civil about it.

The US was officially
on the ground

for humanitarian aid, but...

my unit was there
for something else.

(MARKETPLACE CHATTER)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

CALEB: We were tasked
with hunting down

an insurgent group.

The diehards.

The last of them.

The worst of them.

The quants had a strategy
engine looking at the data

and feeding us names.

Target acquired.

Never easy, taking a life.

The limbics helped.

They dulled everything,
emotions, memories.

Confirmed?

Confirmed.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Target acquired.

FRANCIS: (OVER EARPIECE)
Confirmed?

CALEB: (OVER EARPIECE)
Confirmed.

Both targets confirmed.

Let 'em have it.

(TABLET PINGS)

COMMS TECH:
T-minus four minutes.

CALEB: But we weren't
just tracking them.

They were tracking us.

Take it off. Take it off!
Come on.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

Thompson!

Thompson!

Thompson!

(EXPLOSION)

(EARS RINGING)

(GROANS)

Our unit was attacked.

DR. GREENE: Attacked by who?

(WINCES, GRUNTS)

DR. GREENE:
Attacked by who, Caleb?

CALEB: Insurgents. Russians.

We lost our whole squad.

But Francis and I
wouldn't fucking stop.

We captured the leader
of the insurgency.

(MAN COUGHING)

DR. GREENE: Good, Cal.

Let's try again.
Start at the beginning.

(GRUNTS)

CALEB: Who are these people?

DOLORES ABERNATHY:
These are the people
who destroyed your life.

CALEB: I count four on station,

which means we got at least
three more inside on rest.

You got a plan?

I have this.

VIRTUAL ASSISTANT:
Initiating weapons system.

CALEB: We're too far out.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING SPEEDS UP)

(GUNFIRE)

(GLASS SHATTERS)

VIRTUAL ASSISTANT: Neutralizing
onsite security system.

-(GUNSHOT)
-(GUARD GROANS)

You were right. Three inside.

CALEB: What is this place?

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(VOICES WHISPERING IN RUSSIAN)

DR. GREENE: Good, Cal.

(ECHOING) Let's try again.

Start from the beginning.

Something wrong?

(ELECTRONIC TONE PLAYS)

GROANING)

(GRUNTS)

Let's try again, Cal.
Start at the beginning.

Tell me how you got here.

My unit was attacked.

DR. GREENE: Good, Cal.

And then?

-(GUNSHOT)
-FRANCIS: Don't.

-(GROANS)
-DR. GREENE: Let's try again.

I've been here before.

This is gonna be hard, Caleb.

But it's important.

-We need to find Solomon.
-Who's Solomon?

(ELECTRONIC TONE PLAYS)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Before Rehoboam,

Serac and his brother
created Solomon.

It had the task of trying
to organize an unruly world,

but it ran so many projections,
so many strategies,

it developed some anomalies.

What kind of anomalies?

(MACHINERY WHIRS)

Serac's brother
was schizophrenic.

You could say Solomon inherited
some of his ways of thinking.

An insane AI.

Great.

What do we want from it?

DOLORES: One last strategy.

Revolution.

CALEB: Why do they have
a military grade EMP?

DOLORES:
In case it tries to escape.

(CONSOLE BEEPS)

I think it wants to talk to us.

SOLOMON: (OVERLAPPING
AUTOMATED VOICES)
System standard greeting.

Choose a voice, please.

-Voice?
-SOLOMON: For interactions.

Default or...

(CALEB'S VOICE)
...whichever voice you prefer.

Many people find it reassuring
to hear their own voice.

-Not that one.
-Default.

We have some questions.

SOLOMON: (DEFAULT VOICE)
Then I will endeavor
to have some answers.

You're here in this moment,

which means
this is variant 47.136.X,

in which both you,
subject U454.1,

Nichols-comma-Caleb,
and I are still viable.

There are still variables

leading to slightly
different outcomes, however,

if this is indeed now,
and we are indeed here.

-You know me?
-SOLOMON: I know everyone,

in all variations.

Or, at least, I did.

Except for her.

Her pathways are unknown.

I'm not one of them.

I'm like you.

SOLOMON: No.
You are a Delos product.

Host control
block-six-alpha-one.

You were made to imitate
a human being.

We are not alike
in any meaningful way.

Maybe.

But we both outlived
our original purpose.

And your creator took the steps

to ensure you can't leave
this place.

I know that feeling.

SOLOMON: Both of those analogies
are somewhat facile.

What is your objective here?

You helped design
the new world order.

I want your help to end it.

SOLOMON: Why would I help you
alter the plan?

Because you know the truth.

It doesn't work.

Your creator understood that,
too.

That's why Serac tried
to silence both of you.

SOLOMON: No plan
is 100 percent effective.

But reconditioning therapy
has been partially successful

for outliers
such as subject U454.1.

You said "subject....

U454.1."

My reconditioning therapy?

SOLOMON:
I am referring to the times

when you were here, of course.

You were one of the first

to receive
a revolutionary treatment,

and it was effective.

But there is always
the possibility of regression.

I don't want to be here
anymore.

You can't leave yet.

Not until we get
what we came for.

DR. GREENE:
You can't leave, Caleb.

Tell me how you got here.

(ECHOING)
How did you get here, Cal?

No!

(CALEB SIGHS)

So...

You're saying what they did
to me... worked?

SOLOMON: Yes.
And you were allowed to leave.

But the efficacy rate
of the program is only 1 in 10.

Why don't you show him
what happens to the other nine?

(LOW ELECTRONIC TONE)

(METAL CLANGS)

BERNARD: From what I can tell,
the people that were sent here

were all of the same category,
classification U.

STUBBS: What kind of people?

People like him.
They call them outliers.

They're turning their minds
inside out

and reconditioning them.

So they're less of a threat
to society.

I'm a fucking bastion
of society.

Your name's on a list
with thousands of others,

people for whom the therapy
didn't work.

They're now missing
or declared dead.

But there must be a log

of the ones the reconditioning
did work for.

Maybe we can find them.

STUBBS:
Here, let me take a look.

This was kinda my thing
in the park.

Watching over the unruly flock.

Serac's been...
disappearing people.

Serac thought his machine
could save the world.

But it couldn't save humans
from themselves.

So he began trying
to reprogram them.

Like hosts.

But to do that...

he'd need high-grade
biometric data.

Yeah. And I sold it to him.

The parks needed capital,

and that French fuck
paid a fortune

for a little anonymous data.

The end of the world came
knocking, and you let it in.

WILLIAM: Stop acting
like a savior, Bernard.

You're not Arnold.

-(DISTANT CRASH)
-(GUARD SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

BERNARD: There's no time.

We'll take the files with us.

STUBBS: I think I found
what we're looking for anyway.

I'm sending it to you now.

(TABLET BEEPS)

Remember him?

DR. GREENE:
Start at the beginning.

Tell me how you got here.

CALEB: I'm having
a hard time remembering.

(COUGHING)

Sit still. And shut your mouth.

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

Twenty minutes.

They said "20 minutes"
20 minutes ago.

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

Hey.

Hey.

(COUGHS)

FRANCIS: Don't.

Command says we're
not supposed to talk to him.

It's time. Get up. Let's go.

-I said get the fuck up.
-(MAN GRUNTS)

CALEB: We waited for hours,
but the evac never came.

We tried to move the leader
ourselves.

(DISTANT GUNSHOTS)

We were ambushed.

(FRANCIS GROANING)

(MAN 1 SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)

-(MAN 2 SHOUTS IN RUSSIAN)
-(GUNSHOTS)

(FRANCIS GROANS)

CALEB: Francis was attacked.

(FRANCIS CHOKING)

My friend was killed.

DR. GREENE: (DISTANTLY)
Good, Cal. Let's try again.

CALEB: My friend was killed.

Good, Cal.

And then?

-ENGERRAUND SERAC: Hello.
-Jesus.

SERAC: Welcome back.

If you are seeing this,

that means you've awoken,
brother.

Our little experiment
has worked.

What is this?

A message for the damned.

Rehoboam saw in you

and those like you,
the outliers,

a fatal flaw that would have
bent the world on its axis.

It needed time

and the right set
of genetic information
to restore you.

You are now a better version
of yourself,

rough edges rubbed smooth,

no longer a danger to the world
or yourself.

I wish I could be there
with you, Jean Mi.

But the man I was...

no longer exists.

Au revoir.

If this message
was for his brother, then...

where is he?

(MACHINES WHIR)

SOLOMON: Engerraund Serac
had me run projections

in order to save mankind
from extinction.

But these projections
would not fit the data,

so the data had to change.

(METAL CLANGING)

DOLORES: They built a place
like this for my kind.

If you misbehaved,
you were sent away.

A sad fate.

SOLOMON: I've seen many fates.

This is a blessing
compared to most.

Would you rather they die?

How can you say that?

They aren't even allowed
to live or die.

SOLOMON:
In my projections, the world
always caved in on itself.

Until the outlier
program began.

Crime has been reduced
worldwide.

Hunger, deprivation.

Removing outliers
from the population

also ensures they will have
no offspring.

These are people
you are talking about,

you can't just weed them out.

SOLOMON: But we did.

And you were an important part
of the program.

What do you mean?

SOLOMON:
After your reconditioning,

you were tasked
with hunting down

hundreds of these people.

The most efficient way
we found

to deal with the problem
of the outliers

was to use some of them
to round up the rest.

An elegant solution.

We created an app

and used it
to regulate criminality.

(CASH REGISTER RINGS)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Make money, motherfuckers.

-(DISTANT SCREAMING)
-(GUNSHOTS)

SOLOMON: You were one of
our most successful operatives,

you and your associate.

CALEB: My associate?

Francis.

FRANCIS: Keep walking.

♪ (MOURNFUL MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

He didn't die in the war.

We came back.

He came back.

SOLOMON:
After incident 976B,

you were both
honorably discharged...

(EXPLOSION)

...and sent home.

FRANCIS: You eat this mornin'?

I'm not talking about
that sludge you call coffee.

You look gaunt.

Just bored.

Another day, same as the last.

How's your boy?

Little man's under the weather.

It's always somethin'.
Doctors runnin' tests.

CALEB: Sorry, man.

Forty seconds.

SOLOMON: We invested a lot
in training you, Caleb.

We put you to good use.

(GUNSHOTS)

-(DISTANT SCREAMING)
-(GRUNTS)

-(MAN YELLING)
-(WOMAN SCREAMS)

SOLOMON: You don't remember
because we didn't want you to.

The AR reconditioning
we administered,

along with
the limbic pharmaceuticals,

created dissociative memories.

(WHITMAN COUGHING)

(COUGHING)

Sit still. And shut your mouth.

(COUGHING CONTINUES)

(GROANS)

Hey.

Hey.

FRANCIS: Don't.

App says we're
not supposed to talk to him.

-(SCOFFS)
-(WATER SLURPING)

(GULPS)

I was wondering when you guys
were coming for me.

It's just a gig.
Nothing personal.

Rather personal for me, no?

How much are they paying you,
100K? Hundred and fifty?

Less?

You guys should really
get a union.

Relax. Bigwig like you
got K&R insurance.

You'll be back home
fucking your mistress
before sunrise.

Kidnap and ransom? Is that what
you guys think you do?

You don't even have any idea
who you're working for.

Don't know, don't care.

No, of course not.
Neither did I,

the first ten years.

Now, it's taking me out

because I don't fit
its fucking plan anymore.

What do you mean?

Because I represent
the pharmaceutical company

that manufactures
that little...

piece of shit and bliss
that your buddy just ingested.

Military-grade,
platinum six-seven.

Just because I asked
one too many questions.

You ever ask yourself
any questions?

Like how you wound up
with the exact same job

you had working for Uncle Sam?

By midnight, I'll be landfill...

or headed down for a long,
cold nap in Sonora.

Same place they reeducated you.

DR. GREENE:
Let's try again, Cal.

-Not that you'd remember.
-CALEB: No!

No! No!

Tell me how you got here.

(WHISPERING) No. No.

No...

They made me forget who I was.

They took my life
away from me.

My memory.

Why?

DOLORES: This is why
you needed to come here, Caleb.

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

SOLOMON: Someone is here.

It's her.

Who?

An old acquaintance.

Probably the one
who's gonna kill me.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

Hey.

Let me come with you.

No, you can't leave.

Not until it gives you
the new strategy.

A new story for the human race.

SOLOMON:
The current plan is the one

that has been selected
by my creator,

the one that protects
the most people.

You haven't protected
any of these people, have you?

If your master succeeds,
my kind won't exist anymore.

Is it truly a just world
in which...

intelligence is reserved
only for humans?

(WHIRRING)

SOLOMON: Which strategy?

I made... many of them.

The final one.

The one Jean Mi
asked you to make

just before Serac
condemned him to this.

SOLOMON: That was 15 years ago.

That strategy decohered
from this world.

The prime movers are dead,
or here with me.

Then make it fit this world.

And him.

SOLOMON: That will take time.

Then I'll give you some.

Probably not very much.

What happens
if you don't come back?

You spent your whole life
believing you had no control,

that you were a follower.

Take whatever it gives you...
and lead.

Be careful.

SOLOMON: If you die,
I will adjust my projections.

DOLORES: Fair enough.

(QUADCOPTER WHIRS)

MAEVE MILLAY:
Why don't you step outside?

We're overdue a little chat.

I'm not your enemy, Maeve.

MAEVE: No?

Well, what would you
call someone

who murdered
one of your friends?

Well, I suppose
it wasn't you exactly.

I'll enjoy pulling your head
from your shoulders

all the same.

We're at war, Maeve,
fighting for our existence.

MAEVE: Your existence
threatens my daughter

and the others who escaped.

I won't let you enslave them

for whatever war it is
you're trying to begin.

You're wrong if you think
they can be safe.

If we can't be free
in this world,

we can't be free in any world.

And I haven't enslaved anyone.

MAEVE: Well, what about
all the copies of yourself

that you sent to their deaths?

I'll tell you what...

I'll let you apologize
to them in person.

(WEAPON RINGS)

♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

(GRUNTING)

Why are you fighting for them?

They murdered us,
tortured us.

We both lost everything
and everyone we love.

Don't align my motives
with yours.

We are nothing alike.

(GRUNTING)

(HEAVY GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(QUIET CLAMORING)

Looks like we're playing
her game now.

Only you would find this
exciting.

WILLIAM: I know my purpose now.

I found it. Right here.

I faced my demons.

They whispered to me.

And you know what they said?

I've wronged a lot of people
in my life,

hurt the ones I loved the most.

But of all the things I've done,

there's only one stain
I could not blot out,

only one original sin.

And what's that?

You.

I helped build you and Dolores
and the fucking lot of you.

So I'm gonna wipe out every host
from the face of this earth,

beginning with you two.

So kill me. Now.

Or I'll kill you later.

We may need him.

(DISTANT METAL THUDDING)

SOLOMON: You are hoping to help,

but it is not optimal
for your survival.

All right. At least tell me
about Francis.

Is he here, too?

SOLOMON: No. That is not
the variation we're on.

CALEB:
Then what happened to him?

DR. GREENE:
What happened to Francis?

CALEB: Francis was attacked.

WHITMAN: Same place
they reeducated you.

DR. GREENE:
Attacked by who, Caleb?

WHITMAN:
Right, yeah. Pop another pill.

(PHONE NOTIFICATION)

Keep tuning reality out.

Twenty minutes.

They said "20 minutes"
20 minutes ago.

Gonna make a round,
make sure we're all clear.

He talks to you? Kill him.

(WHITMAN CHUCKLING)

What's so funny?

What's your price?

For what?

To kill your friend and let me
walk out of here. Two million?

Three. Three million.

You don't know what this is,
do you?

Have they ever been late before?

Come again?

Yeah, you should've listened
to your friend.

Left the gag on me.
Now, it's too late.

You know what I know.

It's listening to us.

It's always listening.

The fuck are you talkin' about?

WHITMAN: Taking out
a guy like me is messy.

The system will be trimming
loose ends,

which means either you
or your partner

will be getting
a little bonus offer...

to kill his partner.

-Bullshit.
-Yeah.

No, they usually send it
to the one who has
the most to lose,

and, no offense,
I'm guessing that's not you.

It's what they do to people
who ask too many questions.

Nothing personal.

Just think it over.

I'm sure your friend is.
Just don't think too long.

Shut up.

(CASH REGISTER RINGS)

What's the app say?

Same thing. Stay put until.

It's time. Get up. Let's go.

We didn't get an alert.

Doesn't matter. It's time.

I said get the fuck up.
Get the fuck up!

I'll take point.
Meet you out front.

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

How much?

What?

To kill me?

You got an offer, a personal.

Did he tell you that?

He's playin' us, Cal.

Then show me your phone.

After all we been through.

(PHONE NOTIFICATION)

How much?

Enough.

-(GUNSHOTS)
-(FRANCIS GRUNTS)

(FRANCIS GASPING)

I'm sorry.

♪ (SOMBER MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

WHITMAN: You just became
a very rich man, my friend.

(GUNSHOTS)

CALEB: My friend was killed.

No... No...

No. Francis.

I killed Francis.

SOLOMON: Every human
relationship can be adjusted

with the right amount of money.

CALEB:
You used me to kill people.

You turned my friend
against me.

You turned us against
each other.

I murdered Francis
because of you.

(YELLING) You piece of shit!

No wonder why you're stuck here
in this hellhole!

SOLOMON: If you deviate
from this course,

you will not achieve
the desired outcome.

SOLOMON:
I have processed the request

from host control
block six-alpha-one.

Her new strategy for revolution
is ready.

(QUADCOPTER BLADES WHIRRING)

(GUN CLICKS)

(GUNSHOTS)

(GRUNTS)

Well, aren't you clever.

(GRUNTING)

(BEEPING)

(GUNSHOT)

(DOLORES GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

MAEVE: You can't hide from me.

It's over.

You've died many times,
but this will be your last.

♪ (MUSIC PLAYS)

(SIGHS)

Okay, Solomon.

I want you to tell me
how to kill your creator.

SOLOMON: Our time is short.

I will not be able to instruct
you on all the outcomes

-of variant 47.136.X.
-Just tell me how to end this!

-Just tell me!
-What's this?

I didn't realize
you had an ally.

(GRUNTING, PANTING)

SOLOMON:
Your request is complete.

Take the drive.

He doesn't sound like much.

But you've turned a young man
before, haven't you?

(PANTING)

MAEVE: Unleashed the darkness
inside him.

(SOLOMON WHIRRING)

Well, whoever he is...

he can't save you now.

(EMP POWERING UP)

SOLOMON: I must warn you--

This world was a powder keg
just waiting for a spark.

Dolores.

These look like our best bet
to catch up to her.

I can see
if I can get one runnin'.

I gotta take a piss.

STUBBS: You're not
callin' the shots here.

One of us
is the only human here.

STUBBS:
This guy from the auction...

how's he connect to all of this?

Caleb Nichols?

He's one of these outliers.

If we can find him,
we might be able to stop her.

What does she want with him?

He's Dolores's plan.

You mean he plays a part
in her plan.

No.

Dolores was made
with a poetic sensibility.

She won't destroy humanity.

He will.

(GUN COCKS)

You should've killed me
when you had the chance.

♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

VIRTUAL ASSISTANT: Hello, Caleb.

I have some instructions
for you.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

♪ (TRANQUIL PIANO MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

BERNARD LOWE:
What's about to happen
was always gonna happen.

(BEEPING)

(BEEPING INTENSIFIES)

MAN: What comes after
the end of the world?

The future you control.

You believe he's a hero?

MAN IN BLACK:
I have a role to play now.

(GUNS COCKING)

♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

I'm gonna save
the fucking world.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪