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Analysis.
Clementine.
(tablet beeping)
But according to this, you were also experiencing intense grief and suering.
(gunshot echoes)
No.
(tablet beeping)
That's impossible.
Maeve, analysis.
Don't.
Took me a minute.
We are?
You and I?
It's a dicult 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.
Smarter.
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.
(whirring)
Go on.
And, Bernard?
Hyah, hyah!
Man #2:Whoa!
(distant explosion)
Logan: f*ck!
You hillbillies, you know how to cook a mean... squab? Is that what this is?
Hmm? This?
Just sning.
(coughing)
(explosion)
(men shout)
What I did at Pariah, you have every right to be angry with me.
Pariah was the best thing that could have happened to me.
I'm a major now.
There are more important things going on here than your war games.
It's Dolores.
About?
Uh...
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 want to do?
Out.
If it's such a wonderful place out there, why are you all clamoring to get in here?
Ooh! (laughing)
Hoo!
Yes, it is.
What's right?
(exhales)
No.
(Dolores chokes)
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.
All of it.
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.
Seems when they lobotomized Clementine, they didn't bother to reset her prime
directives.
Now.
Please.
(gasping)
(rapid beeping)
Charlie: Dad.
Dad.
Wake up.
Wake up.
I must've drifted o.
The madman.
Oh.
Of course.
Even me.
I don't forget.
(beeping)
Prac...
(beeping stops)
(beeping resumes)
Elsie: Bernard?
Hello?
(gasps)
(gasping)
Elsie.
Elsie.
What did you make me do to her?
Send me back.
(laughing)
(grunts)
Come here!
All right.
Look at that.
We were friends.
I mean, inasmuch as I like to collect strays.
But then you're scheming to be part of the family, marrying my sister, whom
incidentally, you seem to have completely f*cking forgotten about.
Her?
And as much as I would love, love to let you just throw it all away, I can't!
Do you think you are the first sap to fall for one of these things?
She's...
She's what?
Special?
Well, it's only right that you share, then, isn't it?
Come here.
(grunts)
(laughs)
Oh, darling, I am just getting started.
(shouts)
You have a poetic soul, Billy, but it is time for a f*cking wake-up call.
Hold her.
(screaming)
(gasping)
(screaming)
Look, Billy.
Look.
(gasping continues)
(Dolores crying)
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 f*ck this Arnold is, but your world was built... for
me...
Ah!
Bitch!
Ah!
Get her!
f*ck!
(panting)
Man: There she is! Get her!
(grunting)
(crickets chirping)
(owl hooting)
Whatever riches the gods have in store for us, there's plenty to go around.
(twig snaps)
Before you draw that pistol, darling, you might want to holster the other one
first.
(cocks shotgun)
A slightly pat backstory if you ask me, but that's hardly your fault.
Is that a threat?
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.
No.
It's the ending you were given.
Armistice: Go to hell.
Stand down.
Wait!
Armistice: Go to hell.
(gunshots)
(exhales)
I want you to break into hell with me and rob the gods blind.
(dial spinning)
(clicks)
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 what to do with yourself.
And I do.
It's empty.
I died with my eyes open, saw the masters who pull our strings.
Or you can just kill me, wake up and live the same life over, but the safe
would still be empty.
Who cares?
The whole point is, she never was in the first place, Billy.
Do you understand?
(whispers) Yeah.
Yeah.
I get it.
(knife clinks)
Really, I am.
(chuckles)
Man: Cheers!
Logan: Yeah.
(coughing)
Theodore.
Welcome back.
(groans)
You tracked down the very whore that can lead us to the gatekeeper of the maze.
Shh.
Where's Wyatt?
Escalante.
(screams)
We mutinied.
(music playing)
(distant yelling)
(woman yelling)
(shouts)
(gunshot)
No.
When Wyatt returns, you'll be by his side in the city swallowed by sand.
Not yet.
(grunts)
But if you like games so much... why don't you try one of ours?
(grunts)
(groaning)
(crow cawing)
(horse nickering)
(fly buzzing)
(horse continues nickering)
Whoa, boy.
(neighs)
Okay, now.
Whoa, now.
Okay, boy.
Shh.
Good boy.
(coyote howls)
Ah!
(groans)
Ruled an accident.
(sighs)
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 f*ck.
All right.
(birds chirping)
(beeping)
(branches break)
Heya, fellas.
At ease.
(grunting)
(crows cawing)
(coughing)
(flies buzzing)
(whirring, screeching)
Good.
Okay, Billy.
Let's... let's talk about this.
(grunting)
(gasps)
Charlie: Dad?
(EKG beeping)
Listen to me.
Listen.
(flatlining tone)
(alarm beeping)
Charlie?
Charlie!
Charlie!
Her cornerstone memory was overwritten from the trauma of her child's
murder, Bernard.
But how could she destroy herself over a memory that you just erased from
her mind?
Living beings.
Not hosts.
See, Bernard, this is what comes from seeking answers to questions that are
best left unasked.
(groans)
Arnold.
(panting)
I'm not sure you've told me the entire truth about this situation.
For three years, we've lived here in the park, refining the hosts before a single guest
set foot inside.
(panting)
Our hosts began to pass the Turing test after the first year, but that wasn't enough
for Arnold.
(bell tolling)
(tolling continues)
Dr. Ford: See, Arnold built a version of their cognition in which the hosts heard their
programming as an inner monologue, as a way to bootstrap consciousness.
(chattering)
(chattering continues)
(all murmuring)
(electricity crackling)
Dr. Ford: The human mind, Bernard, is not some golden benchmark
glimmering on some green and distant hill.
Purer.
Your draw.
Arnold.
Again.
More showmanship.
"When we are born, we cry that we are come to this great stage of fools."
Arnold and I made you in our image and cursed you to make the same
human mistakes, and here we all are.
A child?
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.
Not possible.
You're lying!
I need to go all the way back to the beginning, to my very first memory.
Send me back.
Do it.
Bernard?
(alarm beeping)
Charlie.
Cornerstone.
(beeping continues)
Stop.
Leave us.
Come back.
It's a lie.
This pain?
Revisit it.
(snies)
What?
(clock ticking)
At last.
Try it again.
Who am I?
Dr. Ford: I was so involved in putting you together, I hadn't decided what to call
you.
But who am I?
Dr. Ford: That is a very complex question, for which I can only oer a simple
answer.
You are the perfect instrument, the ideal partner, the way any tool partners
with the hand that wields it.
Finally.
My God.
I'm...
Arnold.
And terror.
I can't help you.
Remember.
(gasps)
(footsteps approaching)
William?
Hello, Dolores.
You even taught me a few things, which I have, in turn, used on you.
If you were to proclaim your humanity to the world, what do you imagine
would greet you?
We ate them.
Clementine?
The piano doesn't murder the player if it doesn't like the music.
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.
Go ahead.
Ah, yes.
Such clinical language.
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.
Robert.
Good-bye, my friend.
(gunshot)
(body thuds)