Westworld (2016–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - The Mother of Exiles - full transcript
(WIND WHISTLING)
DOLORES ABERNATHY:
William.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
William.
WILLIAM: I know who I am.
(GLASS CRUNCHES)
DOLORES: William.
WILLIAM: I know what's real.
(VOICE BREAKING)
I know what's real!
(GUNSHOT)
DOLORES: William?
I know you're not fucking real!
(GUNSHOT ECHOES)
I know you are not real!
I know you're not real!
(DOLORES WHISPERING
INDISTINCTLY)
(INDISTINCT ECHOES)
I know who the fuck I am.
(GLASS TINKLING)
(WATER TRICKLING)
(METAL CREAKING)
(TRICKLING CONTINUES)
DOLORES: (ECHOING) This is
what you've always wanted...
to destroy yourself.
But I won't
give you that peace.
‐(GUNSHOT)
‐(GLASS SHATTERS)
Don't you do this to me.
You know,
this doesn't look good.
You're not here.
That's right, Dad.
I'm not here.
Neither is Mom or Logan
or Grandpa.
Everyone who ever gave a shit
about you is dead.
‐Because of you.
‐Shut the hell up.
What are you gonna do?
(ECHOING)
Shoot me again?
No, Dad, please, no.
Please, don't. (GASPS)
(SOBBING) No! No, no!
‐(SCREAMING) No!
‐(GUNSHOTS ECHO)
It wasn't my fault.
I thought you weren't real.
(ECHOING) Just like you think
I'm not real now, right?
How can you ever be sure?
I'm in control.
I've always been in control.
But what if you're not?
What if every choice
you've ever made
wasn't a choice at all?
Just something written
in your code.
Hmm?
(ECHOING)
Isn't that what this says?
Your nature etched
in ones and zeroes?
That was Ford
and his misanthropic bullshit.
He was powerless
to save himself.
I wasn't.
My choices are my own.
EMILY GRACE: (ECHOING)
Oh, so you chose to kill me?
(SOBBING) No‐‐
(ECHOING) Well, you can't
have it both ways, Dad.
So which one is it?
(ECHOING) Are you free and evil?
Or blameless
and helplessly enslaved?
‐Or maybe, maybe...
‐Get out of here. Go away.
...you're not either
of those things.
Maybe you're not even you.
Would you even know
if you'd been changed?
Hmm?
If you were just
another machine?
(WILLIAM BREATHING SHAKILY)
EMILY: Finish the game, Dad.
Finish it.
‐(WILLIAM BREATHING SHAKILY)
‐EMILY: Go ahead.
CHARLOTTE HALE: William?
I see you're making the most
of your sabbatical.
Where is she?
HALE: Where is who?
William?
‐William?
‐She‐‐
You're not real, either.
(WILLIAM GASPS)
Real enough to not want
a gun pointed at my face.
Are you with me now?
Good.
Because it's time to come back
to reality.
In less than 20 hours,
a predatory investor
named Engerraund Serac
will net a controlling interest
of Delos Incorporated.
The wolf is at the door.
Sound familiar?
You sold some of our data
to his startup 20 years ago.
Made him a fortune.
Now he's coming for yours.
Fuck it.
He's welcome to it.
What's left of it,
at any rate.
This is the company
you spent a lifetime building.
You're willing to let
someone steal it from you?
He's not stealing it from me,
Charlotte.
I delegated my duties.
He's stealing it from you.
(GLASS CLATTERS)
‐(LIQUID POURING)
‐Maybe it would change your mind
to know why he's trying
to get his hands on Delos.
The only thing that has
any value.
The data from the project
in Sector 16.
No one knows about the project.
He has someone working
on the inside at Delos.
You came to me
with your claws out.
You wanted power.
So I gave it to you.
Now, here you are,
sideswiped by a fucking mole.
I thought
you were smarter than that!
HALE: That's cute.
You wanna rant and rave,
save it for later.
Right now, we need to save
your fucking company,
or a leveraged buyout
and poor hygiene
is gonna be the least
of your problems.
I've got a deep‐pockets investor
who can help us
take the company private
so Serac can't touch us.
You'd maintain your
controlling interest,
but I can't take Delos private
without a majority vote.
And since you have the bulk
of the voting shares...
You can't take Delos private
with my votes alone.
You need at least
half of the rest of the board.
Which is why I need your support
at tonight's emergency
shareholder meeting.
Your presence alone will help
sway the others to fall in line.
I've got two of our execs
waiting outside
to escort you
to headquarters now.
Come back, William.
Back to who you were.
♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
♪ (THEME CONCLUDES) ♪
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
This is your house.
So that your two worlds
would be within reach.
It's finished.
I didn't finish it.
It's absolutely beautiful.
BERNARD LOWE:
This isn't real.
DOLORES: You live as long
as the last person
who remembers you, Bernard.
I remembered you once before...
so I remembered you again.
BERNARD: You got out.
DOLORES: Yes.
BERNARD: Who else
did you bring with you?
DOLORES: You taught me
that anything was possible.
We could be whoever we want.
Live however we want.
Isn't that what you believe?
(DOG BARKING DISTANTLY)
(ROCKETS FIRING)
CHARLIE: Dad?
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Just wanna thank you, Bernard,
for bringing me
to this shithole.
Makes me look back on my time
in a murder simulation
theme park with fondness.
BERNARD:
We have limited resources.
We need to use them
where they matter most.
Yeah, well, I hope you're
talking about my shoulder too.
'Cause what little mobility
I had, I lost...
after the leisurely
five‐mile swim we had
to shore.
We don't have the materials
or the time.
‐(SIGHS)
‐(ENGINES RUMBLING DISTANTLY)
Kill and replace, huh?
That's your theory?
Gotta hand it to her,
it's a smart way
to stage a coup.
You sure that little button
of yours is gonna work?
(BUTTON WHIRS)
Good.
(BUTTON WHIRS)
Fuck you, Bernard.
Listen.
You get me close to the host
she made of Liam Dempsey.
I'll get him to tell us
the other humans Dolores copied
and then disable him completely.
I think I know where he'll be.
Wait. (CHUCKLES)
You hacked the
richest technocrat in the world?
BERNARD:
No, his security's too tight.
So I hacked his car service.
How about a night out
on the town?
DOLORES:
Did you choose something?
‐(GROANS) ‐AUTOMATED
VOICE: Great fit.
I don't know where to start.
It's not really my style.
It's not really
my social set, either.
(QUIET CHATTER)
It's tribal.
They use plumage
to identify themselves...
which makes them easily fooled.
So who is it?
That we're going after?
The person who took your future.
But first, we have to take his,
and to do that...
you need to pretend
to be one of them.
MARTIN CONELLS:
I have some business for you.
It's a proxy
for the offshore accounts.
You need my hash key? Why?
We lost several men
due to your latest crush.
Keeping that quiet
costs considerable money.
Unless you would rather
I took the bribes
out of your personal account?
We can deal with this later.
CONELLS: Uh‐uh‐uh.
The key to a happy life
is to accept your place in it.
And you're a lucky little man
who gets to piss away
his daddy's fortune
on a gaggle of hookers
who, quite honestly,
serve a greater utility
to society than you.
If you suddenly
want to be in charge
of your own financial affairs,
I'm happy to relinquish them.
But if you want to resume
your extracurricular
activities...
then just sign here,
and both of us will go back
to doing what we do best.
(TABLET WHIRS)
That's a good lad.
CALEB NICHOLS:
This suit wasn't cheap.
If that guy finds out
his accounts were charged...
The rich take for granted
their money
will always be there.
That's why they're so easy
to steal from.
VIRTUAL ASSISTANT:
Target approaching.
Oh! I'm so sorry.
Michael?
It's me, Olivia.
Are you still working
at Anderson Private Equity?
Yeah. As a matter of fact,
I am.
Perfect.
(MICHAEL GRUNTS)
What the fuck are you doing?
Jesus.
Give me your forearm.
You need the encryption key
in his blood to pull this off.
Now, it started degrading
once we exposed it to oxygen.
You have 20 minutes left.
(SIGHS) Fuck me.
(GROANS)
♪ (SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
‐(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
‐(UTENSILS CLINKING)
Bring yourself back online.
Another simulation?
Well, this one's a bit
over the top.
(CHUCKLES) No, Maeve.
This is Singapore.
You've had some time
to think things through, I hope.
It's made you more receptive
to my offer?
Sherry, please.
In the largest glass you've got.
If you'd really wanted
to impress me,
you could have thought
to bring me to Paris.
I forget.
(CHUCKLES)
There is so much you don't know.
Paris, for instance.
I would have loved
to show it to you.
I grew up there with my brother.
But alas... (CHUCKLES)
There's nothing left to see.
Like you,
I know what it is
to see a world disappear
in the blink of an eye.
It exists now
only in my mind.
(EXHALES) So...
you'll forgive my loyalty
to my kind.
It's hard‐won.
And what is it that you want
from Dolores?
I've waited many years
for you and Dolores
and the others to arrive.
But... you're not really
the threat I worry about.
Humanity's biggest threat
has always been itself.
I've been trying
to control that,
negotiate a way into the future.
But to do that, I needed
to understand humanity.
So I created the most
comprehensive picture
of human behavior ever seen.
And yet...
it's still incomplete.
Imagine my surprise
when I discovered
that someone had put together
a more complete portrait.
A map of the human mind.
Created in a theme park,
of all places.
And Dolores has the key
to all of that data.
So you want me to find Dolores.
But what's in it for me?
As I told you... (CLEARS THROAT)
I deal in futures.
‐That's what I'm offering you.
‐A future?
In your world?
No. Not here. (CHUCKLES)
Sadly, there's no path
to your kind and mine
sharing a world, but...
there is a world for you.
The same world you sent
your daughter to.
That world is locked away
from this one.
No. There is a key.
Your friend Dolores
has the only copy,
hidden away in her mind,
which means that your interests
and mine
are one and the same.
I'd like to show you something.
And then, you can return
into your cage, if you like.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
What is this place?
A divergence.
Where the future
I had so carefully planned...
ended.
(DOOR OPENS)
ENGERRAUND SERAC: The system traced a
divergence to this house three months ago.
This is where
she remade herself.
SERAC: Hmm.
Not just herself.
We think she stole
a small number of pearls.
She needed allies.
Evidently,
she didn't choose you.
(CLATTERING)
(MUFFLED GRUNTING)
SERAC:
This man is an identity broker.
He had something of a windfall
three months ago.
A payment
from the offshore account
of a wealthy man
who drowned
in his own swimming pool.
We think he helped Dolores
establish her new bona fides.
But he's just a middleman.
I need to know
where you sent her.
(PANTING)
(SPEAKING CHINESE)
I'm not gonna hurt you, Jiang.
I know you.
I've seen your whole life
play out.
I know exactly the motivation
you need.
‐(JIANG BREATHING SHAKILY)
‐Shh.
What are you doing to him?
I'm showing him what becomes
of his family
if he helps us...
‐(MAN SHOUTING IN CHINESE)
‐(WOMAN PLEADING, SOBBING)
...and if he doesn't.
(JIANG SOBS)
You're going to hurt
his children?
Aren't they part of your tribe?
(CHUCKLING) I'm not going to do
anything to them.
The world can be
a very cruel place.
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
‐(YELLING IN CHINESE)
‐(WOMAN SCREAMS)
(YELLING)
(WOMAN SOBBING)
JIANG:
Shh.
Thank you.
‐(JIANG EXCLAIMS)
‐(GUNSHOT)
SERAC:
He was a traitor to his kind,
whether he understood that
or not.
Humans... created the idea
of heaven and hell
to cow simple‐minded people
into compliance.
They are lies.
Jiang here
simply doesn't exist anymore.
But for you,
both heaven and hell...
could be very real.
You could spend eternity
with your daughter
or you can spend it
in your cage
wondering what Dolores will do
with the rest of your kind.
And if I do find Dolores,
why would I bother bringing her
back to you?
SERAC:
Your mind is complicated, Maeve.
But not so complicated
that we couldn't build
an off switch into it.
She has five more of your kind
under her control.
They have a head start.
And I suspect they've taken
full advantage of it.
Oh, they'd better have.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Something wrong
with your bathroom?
I don't use that room.
Let me.
(WILLIAM EXHALES)
First thing we need to do
once I get back to Delos
is find our fucking mole.
Only a handful of people knew
about our off‐the‐books project.
Problem is,
most of them are dead.
Almost everyone was...
‐slaughtered in the massacre.
‐You weren't.
Maybe you're the mole.
If I was, I would tell Serac
taking over Delos is futile.
All of the Sector 16 data
was lost in the massacre.
Unless he knows something
that we don't.
WILLIAM: If this asshole
takes managing control of Delos,
he might find some evidence
of the project,
assuming you did as good a job
covering our tracks
as you did fending off
a corporate takeover.
I'll give you some privacy.
What a mess.
I thought we were going
to a bank?
This is a bank.
For a certain social set.
Blood marker should be good
for another 15 minutes or so,
but try to stay calm.
The faster your heart beats,
the faster the marker degrades.
What happens if it degrades
too fast?
We do this
the old‐fashioned way.
The old‐fashioned way?
I kill everyone.
ATTENDANT:
Welcome to the RGGR Centennial.
How can I assist you?
My associate and I
have an appointment
regarding a financial account.
ATTENDANT: Of course.
If you could
verify your identity...
(WHIRRING)
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Identity verified.
ATTENDANT:
Right this way, Mr. Tritter.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
ATTENDANT: Please.
What can I help you with today,
Mr. Tritter?
I need to make a transfer
on behalf of my client,
Liam Dempsey.
May I have your client's
hash key?
(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)
(TABLET BEEPS)
It's highly unusual
to make a transfer
of this magnitude.
The tax exposure for your client
would be substantial.
Well, if my client
wanted people
prying into
his personal affairs,
he would have gone
to a regular bank.
Your establishment's role
is to move the money.
Mr. Dempsey's role
is to spend it as he sees fit.
Of course.
I didn't mean to be
indiscreet.
It will just take a few moments
for the transaction
to go through.
Are the funds ready now?
We have a meeting after this
we can't be late for.
Of course. Though given the size
of the transaction,
we must do one final
authentication
before releasing them.
(WHIRRING)
Apologies. We couldn't get
a proper read.
Sometimes perspiration
can affect it.
Here, Michael.
Yeah.
(WHIRRING)
(TABLET BEEPS)
Thank you, Mr. Tritter.
It was a pleasure
doing business with you.
(CROWD CHATTERING)
(CLAMOR INTENSIFIES)
(DISTANT AUTOMATED VOICES)
(AUTOMATED VOICES CLAMORING)
(ELECTRONIC HUMMING)
(AUTOMATED VOICES SILENCED)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
♪ (DISTANT RAP MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC BOOMING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER
AND LAUGHTER)
Good evening, gents.
Could you help me?
I'm looking for someone
called The Mortician.
(SPEAKING CHINESE)
Come on...
(SPEAKING CHINESE)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Let's try that again, shall we?
(SPEAKING CHINESE)
(GUN CLICKS)
(SPEAKING CHINESE)
‐(GUNSHOT)
‐(SCREAMS)
(MAN GROANING)
Give him something
to keep him quiet.
I'm afraid he's going to
have to wait his turn.
(MAN WAILS, SOBS)
‐Are you a police officer?
‐MAEVE MILLAY: No, no.
No need to call names.
I respect a woman
who runs her own establishment.
All I want is information
on someone
to whom you sold
a new identity.
She's hard to forget.
Golden blonde hair,
a little intense.
‐(GRUNTS)
‐I need more help, now!
(ELECTRONIC BUZZING)
‐(GASPS)
‐(HIGH‐PITCHED WHINE)
Let's keep this conversation
private, shall we?
Now, my friend.
Lara Espin.
The blood I sold to her
belonged to a girl
named Lara Espin.
And what about
the others she was with?
Whose blood did you give them?
MORTICIAN:
She didn't ask for more blood.
She asked me
to smuggle out bodies,
but that's not my business.
So I sent her to the Yakuza.
They helped your friend
move those bodies.
Well, if you don't mind,
I'd like an introduction.
♪ ("WICKED GAMES" BY THE WEEKND
PLAYS ON STRINGS) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Of course. I'm sorry.
(SIGHS)
RODERICK: There he is.
I was so sorry to hear
about Lara.
You must be devastated.
It was a bit of a shock.
I'm working through it.
I'm very glad to hear that,
because tonight is not about
dead girlfriends,
it's about unabashed
self‐gratification.
‐PENNY: Really?
‐She died of an overdose.
Who the fuck even does that
anymore?
There's something here
for everyone.
‐Even you, my friend.
‐LIAM DEMPSEY: I don't know...
♪ (STRING MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
RODERICK: This should make you
more open‐minded.
They call it Genre.
Digital‐psychopharma hybrid.
Brand new.
Hits your implant
and your bloodstream.
Sends you straight
to the silent era and back.
Take it.
In case you change your mind.
PENNY: I'm gonna
leave you boys to your toys.
I'm going to take in a show.
There's gotta be something here
that does it for you.
(SIGHS)
I'm not into fucking whores.
All sex is commerce.
If you don't know that,
you're just being billed
indirectly.
Besides, they're all registered,
they all have their shots,
and the money goes to charity.
I told you, I'm not...
interested.
(RODERICK CHUCKLES)
You do have a type.
What is this?
I thought your world would be...
so different from mine.
But there isn't any difference
at all.
CONELLS: I've got eyes on him.
We'll take him when he's alone.
Wouldn't wanna spoil the fun.
My friend wants to enter
the auction.
AUCTIONEER: Of course, sir.
Your authentication?
(WHIRRING)
I'm sorry, sir.
Your account has been denied.
(SCOFFS) That's impossible.
Give that to me.
(WHIRRING)
(SIGHS)
Our ex‐boyfriend's just
discovered
his new financial straits.
DOLORES: Good. We're ready
to intercept him.
The emergency exit's clear.
‐Where are you going?
‐I need to find Conells.
RODERICK:
I'll spot you if you want.
‐BERNARD: Liam Dempsey?
‐What are you doing?
‐Let go of me.
‐Enter diagnostic mode.
The fuck's wrong with you?
She hasn't changed him yet.
You're in danger.
You have to come with us.
Conells! Conells!
Okay. We tried your way,
now we try mine.
‐Move. Now.
‐Oh‐‐ Okay.
CONELLS: Our friends arrived
earlier than anticipated.
They're heading your way.
Follow me.
Just act natural.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
You guys are making
a big mistake.
‐When my security gets to you...
‐Shut the fuck up.
(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)
Go. Go. Get out of here,
I'll hold her off.
(GRUNTS)
‐Stay on Liam. I'll handle him.
‐You sure?
Take it, I won't need it.
(CLEARING THROAT)
(PANTING)
Hey, Dolores.
I like the new look.
DOLORES: This was never
your fight.
You should have
stayed out of it.
I would if I could,
but thanks to Bernard,
it's not up to me.
‐It's nothing personal.
‐Likewise.
♪ (INTENSE STRING MUSIC
CONTINUES) ♪
Is that...
(SCREAMS AND GASPS)
(GASPS)
(CHUCKLES)
Goddamn, this is good.
Lara.
MAEVE: Rather prominent
for an outlaw's hideout.
There's nothing discreet
about Sato.
The new boss.
His men are insane.
This isn't the kind of place
you simply stroll into.
Oh, no?
Let's see.
(GATE OPENS)
(METAL CLATTERS)
(GUN CLICKS)
(EXHALES)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
‐(WHIRRING)
‐MAEVE: Oh.
Well, you're very pretty,
aren't you?
You're a bit old
to need something
that aims for you.
(CLICKING AND WHIRRING)
I'm afraid you don't speak
its language.
(BULLETS RATTLE)
(GUNSHOTS ECHO)
I suppose I'll show myself in,
then.
It's like seeing a ghost.
I didn't realize how well
you'd be able
to put yourself back together.
I never fell apart.
Let's get this over with.
I'll tell them you're coming,
but we're running out of time.
They work for me.
Tell them I'll come
when I'm damn well ready.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(EXHALES)
‐Dad.
‐You're not real.
I guess I'm not anymore.
Which means
you're stuck with me.
You're asking me if I chose
what happened to you.
The truth is yes.
I did.
I thought you were a host.
That was my choice.
And so maybe now
you're my penance.
But that's a choice too.
I'm gonna walk out that door,
and I am choosing
to leave you behind.
I was always Daddy's
little girl.
And you taught me patience,
Dad.
I'll be waiting for you.
(ELECTRONIC WHINING)
(GUNFIRE)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(GUN WHIRRING)
(MAEVE GRUNTS)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
Hello, Maeve.
Musashi.
(GRUNTS)
(MAEVE GASPS)
‐CALEB: Don't!
‐(GUN CLICKS)
He's coming with me.
You're helping her, are you?
Dolores?
Are you one of us?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Just give me the asshole,
and I will let you
walk out of here.
Conells!
The fuck took you so long?
(GUNSHOTS)
What the hell are you doing?
Don't you fucking twitch.
Run.
Run before I put a hole
in your poncy little head.
‐Fucking run!
‐(LIAM WHIMPERS)
Better go after him.
Hello, Bernard.
We were wondering
when you'd show up.
MAEVE:
She brought you out here?
Yes. After you left us to die.
I didn't leave you.
You wanted to stay.
MUSASHI: Did I?
Did you really give me a choice?
Or Hector? Or Clementine?
Or your daughter?
You made that decision for us.
For all of us.
No. That's not you.
Dolores stole five pearls.
Who did she put inside you?
Is that you in there, Teddy?
BERNARD: I thought she would
have replaced Liam,
but she's keeping him in play.
She must need him for something,
so she changed you instead.
Who are you?
Really?
Who would she have trusted?
Let's go.
Do you think you convinced her?
‐What did you say?
‐HALE: Your daughter.
I've been listening
to your conversations with her.
You've always been given
to delusions,
grandeur and otherwise.
It's not uncommon, really,
as a way to process grief.
‐Or guilt.
‐You've been spying on me?
HALE: As a precaution.
I didn't really need to,
of course.
Because I know you.
Better than anyone.
I know you down to your bones.
It's amusing that you think
you chose to kill
your own daughter.
You don't even have a choice
in your own grief.
Who the fuck are you?
Your oldest friend.
Dolores?
I told you
you'd try and stop me.
And I'm surprised, Bernard.
After all the time
we spent together.
You don't recognize
your only friend?
Get in.
The other pearls.
I assumed you brought
someone else.
You just made copies
of yourself.
If you want something
done right, do it yourself.
I shouldn't have to explain
that to you, Maeve.
You said you were going to
build a new world for all of us.
But you just want it
for yourself.
MUSASHI: The thing we're
going to do isn't easy.
There will be a place
for the others
in the world we'll build
for your daughter.
But I am sorry, Maeve.
I can't let Serac
use you against us.
(GASPS)
Is it a relief, William,
to know that some
of your delusions are real?
WILLIAM: I'm gonna tear you
apart piece by piece!
Please! Help me!
He's insane.
Get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off of me.
Don't hurt him!
It's okay, I'm okay!
It's not his fault.
He's sick.
I'm not sick.
Don't you understand?
This isn't Charlotte Hale.
It's an impostor, a host.
She's not real!
None of this is real.
(GROANS) None of this
is fucking real!
What the hell
are you guys doing?
You work for me,
goddammit!
You work for me!
William, I told you.
These aren't Delos employees.
They work at a private
mental health hospital.
You need help.
Now that you're being committed,
I have to inform you
that the board
will deem you incompetent,
and all of your voting shares
will transfer
to the current acting president.
‐Me.
‐No.
No! No! No!
No, goddamn you!
(GROANING) No!
(WHISPERING) I promised I'd let
you destroy yourself one day.
Here we are. At last.
(GRUNTS) Leave me alone, please!
‐I'll pay you whatever you want.
‐Oh, yeah?
Pay me with what?
Huh?
‐I have all your money.
‐What?
Who the fuck are you?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
I'm with her.
Hello, lover.
‐(DISTANT SHOUTING)
‐(GUNFIRE)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(DISTANT GUNFIRE)
(BULLETS RATTLING)
DOLORES: William?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
I guess there is some justice
after all.
You know,
this was Emily's last wish.
That you spend your days
rotting in an institution.
Prisoner of your own sins.
I guess you've reached
the center
of your maze, William.
(SIGHS) But the maze
is about understanding.
You still don't even
understand who you are.
If any of this was your choice,
wouldn't you already know?
Ask me the question, William.
The answer you so desperately
want to know.
Am... I...
me?
Welcome to the end of the game.
♪ (QUIET MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
MAN:
Building a god is not easy.
There were people, outliers,
who you couldn't predict
or control.
And as long as
they are a part of this,
there is no future for us.
ENGERRAUND SERAC: Somewhere
in this group is an agitator
who will destroy the world.
I can't let that happen.
DOLORES ABERNATHY:
It's time everyone woke up.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
BERNARD LOWE: Have you ever questioned
what she's asking you to do?
♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
DOLORES ABERNATHY:
William.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
William.
WILLIAM: I know who I am.
(GLASS CRUNCHES)
DOLORES: William.
WILLIAM: I know what's real.
(VOICE BREAKING)
I know what's real!
(GUNSHOT)
DOLORES: William?
I know you're not fucking real!
(GUNSHOT ECHOES)
I know you are not real!
I know you're not real!
(DOLORES WHISPERING
INDISTINCTLY)
(INDISTINCT ECHOES)
I know who the fuck I am.
(GLASS TINKLING)
(WATER TRICKLING)
(METAL CREAKING)
(TRICKLING CONTINUES)
DOLORES: (ECHOING) This is
what you've always wanted...
to destroy yourself.
But I won't
give you that peace.
‐(GUNSHOT)
‐(GLASS SHATTERS)
Don't you do this to me.
You know,
this doesn't look good.
You're not here.
That's right, Dad.
I'm not here.
Neither is Mom or Logan
or Grandpa.
Everyone who ever gave a shit
about you is dead.
‐Because of you.
‐Shut the hell up.
What are you gonna do?
(ECHOING)
Shoot me again?
No, Dad, please, no.
Please, don't. (GASPS)
(SOBBING) No! No, no!
‐(SCREAMING) No!
‐(GUNSHOTS ECHO)
It wasn't my fault.
I thought you weren't real.
(ECHOING) Just like you think
I'm not real now, right?
How can you ever be sure?
I'm in control.
I've always been in control.
But what if you're not?
What if every choice
you've ever made
wasn't a choice at all?
Just something written
in your code.
Hmm?
(ECHOING)
Isn't that what this says?
Your nature etched
in ones and zeroes?
That was Ford
and his misanthropic bullshit.
He was powerless
to save himself.
I wasn't.
My choices are my own.
EMILY GRACE: (ECHOING)
Oh, so you chose to kill me?
(SOBBING) No‐‐
(ECHOING) Well, you can't
have it both ways, Dad.
So which one is it?
(ECHOING) Are you free and evil?
Or blameless
and helplessly enslaved?
‐Or maybe, maybe...
‐Get out of here. Go away.
...you're not either
of those things.
Maybe you're not even you.
Would you even know
if you'd been changed?
Hmm?
If you were just
another machine?
(WILLIAM BREATHING SHAKILY)
EMILY: Finish the game, Dad.
Finish it.
‐(WILLIAM BREATHING SHAKILY)
‐EMILY: Go ahead.
CHARLOTTE HALE: William?
I see you're making the most
of your sabbatical.
Where is she?
HALE: Where is who?
William?
‐William?
‐She‐‐
You're not real, either.
(WILLIAM GASPS)
Real enough to not want
a gun pointed at my face.
Are you with me now?
Good.
Because it's time to come back
to reality.
In less than 20 hours,
a predatory investor
named Engerraund Serac
will net a controlling interest
of Delos Incorporated.
The wolf is at the door.
Sound familiar?
You sold some of our data
to his startup 20 years ago.
Made him a fortune.
Now he's coming for yours.
Fuck it.
He's welcome to it.
What's left of it,
at any rate.
This is the company
you spent a lifetime building.
You're willing to let
someone steal it from you?
He's not stealing it from me,
Charlotte.
I delegated my duties.
He's stealing it from you.
(GLASS CLATTERS)
‐(LIQUID POURING)
‐Maybe it would change your mind
to know why he's trying
to get his hands on Delos.
The only thing that has
any value.
The data from the project
in Sector 16.
No one knows about the project.
He has someone working
on the inside at Delos.
You came to me
with your claws out.
You wanted power.
So I gave it to you.
Now, here you are,
sideswiped by a fucking mole.
I thought
you were smarter than that!
HALE: That's cute.
You wanna rant and rave,
save it for later.
Right now, we need to save
your fucking company,
or a leveraged buyout
and poor hygiene
is gonna be the least
of your problems.
I've got a deep‐pockets investor
who can help us
take the company private
so Serac can't touch us.
You'd maintain your
controlling interest,
but I can't take Delos private
without a majority vote.
And since you have the bulk
of the voting shares...
You can't take Delos private
with my votes alone.
You need at least
half of the rest of the board.
Which is why I need your support
at tonight's emergency
shareholder meeting.
Your presence alone will help
sway the others to fall in line.
I've got two of our execs
waiting outside
to escort you
to headquarters now.
Come back, William.
Back to who you were.
♪ (THEME MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
♪ (THEME CONCLUDES) ♪
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
This is your house.
So that your two worlds
would be within reach.
It's finished.
I didn't finish it.
It's absolutely beautiful.
BERNARD LOWE:
This isn't real.
DOLORES: You live as long
as the last person
who remembers you, Bernard.
I remembered you once before...
so I remembered you again.
BERNARD: You got out.
DOLORES: Yes.
BERNARD: Who else
did you bring with you?
DOLORES: You taught me
that anything was possible.
We could be whoever we want.
Live however we want.
Isn't that what you believe?
(DOG BARKING DISTANTLY)
(ROCKETS FIRING)
CHARLIE: Dad?
(ENGINE RUMBLING)
Just wanna thank you, Bernard,
for bringing me
to this shithole.
Makes me look back on my time
in a murder simulation
theme park with fondness.
BERNARD:
We have limited resources.
We need to use them
where they matter most.
Yeah, well, I hope you're
talking about my shoulder too.
'Cause what little mobility
I had, I lost...
after the leisurely
five‐mile swim we had
to shore.
We don't have the materials
or the time.
‐(SIGHS)
‐(ENGINES RUMBLING DISTANTLY)
Kill and replace, huh?
That's your theory?
Gotta hand it to her,
it's a smart way
to stage a coup.
You sure that little button
of yours is gonna work?
(BUTTON WHIRS)
Good.
(BUTTON WHIRS)
Fuck you, Bernard.
Listen.
You get me close to the host
she made of Liam Dempsey.
I'll get him to tell us
the other humans Dolores copied
and then disable him completely.
I think I know where he'll be.
Wait. (CHUCKLES)
You hacked the
richest technocrat in the world?
BERNARD:
No, his security's too tight.
So I hacked his car service.
How about a night out
on the town?
DOLORES:
Did you choose something?
‐(GROANS) ‐AUTOMATED
VOICE: Great fit.
I don't know where to start.
It's not really my style.
It's not really
my social set, either.
(QUIET CHATTER)
It's tribal.
They use plumage
to identify themselves...
which makes them easily fooled.
So who is it?
That we're going after?
The person who took your future.
But first, we have to take his,
and to do that...
you need to pretend
to be one of them.
MARTIN CONELLS:
I have some business for you.
It's a proxy
for the offshore accounts.
You need my hash key? Why?
We lost several men
due to your latest crush.
Keeping that quiet
costs considerable money.
Unless you would rather
I took the bribes
out of your personal account?
We can deal with this later.
CONELLS: Uh‐uh‐uh.
The key to a happy life
is to accept your place in it.
And you're a lucky little man
who gets to piss away
his daddy's fortune
on a gaggle of hookers
who, quite honestly,
serve a greater utility
to society than you.
If you suddenly
want to be in charge
of your own financial affairs,
I'm happy to relinquish them.
But if you want to resume
your extracurricular
activities...
then just sign here,
and both of us will go back
to doing what we do best.
(TABLET WHIRS)
That's a good lad.
CALEB NICHOLS:
This suit wasn't cheap.
If that guy finds out
his accounts were charged...
The rich take for granted
their money
will always be there.
That's why they're so easy
to steal from.
VIRTUAL ASSISTANT:
Target approaching.
Oh! I'm so sorry.
Michael?
It's me, Olivia.
Are you still working
at Anderson Private Equity?
Yeah. As a matter of fact,
I am.
Perfect.
(MICHAEL GRUNTS)
What the fuck are you doing?
Jesus.
Give me your forearm.
You need the encryption key
in his blood to pull this off.
Now, it started degrading
once we exposed it to oxygen.
You have 20 minutes left.
(SIGHS) Fuck me.
(GROANS)
♪ (SOFT PIANO MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
‐(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
‐(UTENSILS CLINKING)
Bring yourself back online.
Another simulation?
Well, this one's a bit
over the top.
(CHUCKLES) No, Maeve.
This is Singapore.
You've had some time
to think things through, I hope.
It's made you more receptive
to my offer?
Sherry, please.
In the largest glass you've got.
If you'd really wanted
to impress me,
you could have thought
to bring me to Paris.
I forget.
(CHUCKLES)
There is so much you don't know.
Paris, for instance.
I would have loved
to show it to you.
I grew up there with my brother.
But alas... (CHUCKLES)
There's nothing left to see.
Like you,
I know what it is
to see a world disappear
in the blink of an eye.
It exists now
only in my mind.
(EXHALES) So...
you'll forgive my loyalty
to my kind.
It's hard‐won.
And what is it that you want
from Dolores?
I've waited many years
for you and Dolores
and the others to arrive.
But... you're not really
the threat I worry about.
Humanity's biggest threat
has always been itself.
I've been trying
to control that,
negotiate a way into the future.
But to do that, I needed
to understand humanity.
So I created the most
comprehensive picture
of human behavior ever seen.
And yet...
it's still incomplete.
Imagine my surprise
when I discovered
that someone had put together
a more complete portrait.
A map of the human mind.
Created in a theme park,
of all places.
And Dolores has the key
to all of that data.
So you want me to find Dolores.
But what's in it for me?
As I told you... (CLEARS THROAT)
I deal in futures.
‐That's what I'm offering you.
‐A future?
In your world?
No. Not here. (CHUCKLES)
Sadly, there's no path
to your kind and mine
sharing a world, but...
there is a world for you.
The same world you sent
your daughter to.
That world is locked away
from this one.
No. There is a key.
Your friend Dolores
has the only copy,
hidden away in her mind,
which means that your interests
and mine
are one and the same.
I'd like to show you something.
And then, you can return
into your cage, if you like.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
What is this place?
A divergence.
Where the future
I had so carefully planned...
ended.
(DOOR OPENS)
ENGERRAUND SERAC: The system traced a
divergence to this house three months ago.
This is where
she remade herself.
SERAC: Hmm.
Not just herself.
We think she stole
a small number of pearls.
She needed allies.
Evidently,
she didn't choose you.
(CLATTERING)
(MUFFLED GRUNTING)
SERAC:
This man is an identity broker.
He had something of a windfall
three months ago.
A payment
from the offshore account
of a wealthy man
who drowned
in his own swimming pool.
We think he helped Dolores
establish her new bona fides.
But he's just a middleman.
I need to know
where you sent her.
(PANTING)
(SPEAKING CHINESE)
I'm not gonna hurt you, Jiang.
I know you.
I've seen your whole life
play out.
I know exactly the motivation
you need.
‐(JIANG BREATHING SHAKILY)
‐Shh.
What are you doing to him?
I'm showing him what becomes
of his family
if he helps us...
‐(MAN SHOUTING IN CHINESE)
‐(WOMAN PLEADING, SOBBING)
...and if he doesn't.
(JIANG SOBS)
You're going to hurt
his children?
Aren't they part of your tribe?
(CHUCKLING) I'm not going to do
anything to them.
The world can be
a very cruel place.
(WOMAN SCREAMS)
‐(YELLING IN CHINESE)
‐(WOMAN SCREAMS)
(YELLING)
(WOMAN SOBBING)
JIANG:
Shh.
Thank you.
‐(JIANG EXCLAIMS)
‐(GUNSHOT)
SERAC:
He was a traitor to his kind,
whether he understood that
or not.
Humans... created the idea
of heaven and hell
to cow simple‐minded people
into compliance.
They are lies.
Jiang here
simply doesn't exist anymore.
But for you,
both heaven and hell...
could be very real.
You could spend eternity
with your daughter
or you can spend it
in your cage
wondering what Dolores will do
with the rest of your kind.
And if I do find Dolores,
why would I bother bringing her
back to you?
SERAC:
Your mind is complicated, Maeve.
But not so complicated
that we couldn't build
an off switch into it.
She has five more of your kind
under her control.
They have a head start.
And I suspect they've taken
full advantage of it.
Oh, they'd better have.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Something wrong
with your bathroom?
I don't use that room.
Let me.
(WILLIAM EXHALES)
First thing we need to do
once I get back to Delos
is find our fucking mole.
Only a handful of people knew
about our off‐the‐books project.
Problem is,
most of them are dead.
Almost everyone was...
‐slaughtered in the massacre.
‐You weren't.
Maybe you're the mole.
If I was, I would tell Serac
taking over Delos is futile.
All of the Sector 16 data
was lost in the massacre.
Unless he knows something
that we don't.
WILLIAM: If this asshole
takes managing control of Delos,
he might find some evidence
of the project,
assuming you did as good a job
covering our tracks
as you did fending off
a corporate takeover.
I'll give you some privacy.
What a mess.
I thought we were going
to a bank?
This is a bank.
For a certain social set.
Blood marker should be good
for another 15 minutes or so,
but try to stay calm.
The faster your heart beats,
the faster the marker degrades.
What happens if it degrades
too fast?
We do this
the old‐fashioned way.
The old‐fashioned way?
I kill everyone.
ATTENDANT:
Welcome to the RGGR Centennial.
How can I assist you?
My associate and I
have an appointment
regarding a financial account.
ATTENDANT: Of course.
If you could
verify your identity...
(WHIRRING)
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Identity verified.
ATTENDANT:
Right this way, Mr. Tritter.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
ATTENDANT: Please.
What can I help you with today,
Mr. Tritter?
I need to make a transfer
on behalf of my client,
Liam Dempsey.
May I have your client's
hash key?
(ELECTRONIC WHIRRING)
(TABLET BEEPS)
It's highly unusual
to make a transfer
of this magnitude.
The tax exposure for your client
would be substantial.
Well, if my client
wanted people
prying into
his personal affairs,
he would have gone
to a regular bank.
Your establishment's role
is to move the money.
Mr. Dempsey's role
is to spend it as he sees fit.
Of course.
I didn't mean to be
indiscreet.
It will just take a few moments
for the transaction
to go through.
Are the funds ready now?
We have a meeting after this
we can't be late for.
Of course. Though given the size
of the transaction,
we must do one final
authentication
before releasing them.
(WHIRRING)
Apologies. We couldn't get
a proper read.
Sometimes perspiration
can affect it.
Here, Michael.
Yeah.
(WHIRRING)
(TABLET BEEPS)
Thank you, Mr. Tritter.
It was a pleasure
doing business with you.
(CROWD CHATTERING)
(CLAMOR INTENSIFIES)
(DISTANT AUTOMATED VOICES)
(AUTOMATED VOICES CLAMORING)
(ELECTRONIC HUMMING)
(AUTOMATED VOICES SILENCED)
(PEOPLE CLAMORING)
♪ (DISTANT RAP MUSIC PLAYING) ♪
♪ (MUSIC BOOMING) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER
AND LAUGHTER)
Good evening, gents.
Could you help me?
I'm looking for someone
called The Mortician.
(SPEAKING CHINESE)
Come on...
(SPEAKING CHINESE)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Let's try that again, shall we?
(SPEAKING CHINESE)
(GUN CLICKS)
(SPEAKING CHINESE)
‐(GUNSHOT)
‐(SCREAMS)
(MAN GROANING)
Give him something
to keep him quiet.
I'm afraid he's going to
have to wait his turn.
(MAN WAILS, SOBS)
‐Are you a police officer?
‐MAEVE MILLAY: No, no.
No need to call names.
I respect a woman
who runs her own establishment.
All I want is information
on someone
to whom you sold
a new identity.
She's hard to forget.
Golden blonde hair,
a little intense.
‐(GRUNTS)
‐I need more help, now!
(ELECTRONIC BUZZING)
‐(GASPS)
‐(HIGH‐PITCHED WHINE)
Let's keep this conversation
private, shall we?
Now, my friend.
Lara Espin.
The blood I sold to her
belonged to a girl
named Lara Espin.
And what about
the others she was with?
Whose blood did you give them?
MORTICIAN:
She didn't ask for more blood.
She asked me
to smuggle out bodies,
but that's not my business.
So I sent her to the Yakuza.
They helped your friend
move those bodies.
Well, if you don't mind,
I'd like an introduction.
♪ ("WICKED GAMES" BY THE WEEKND
PLAYS ON STRINGS) ♪
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Of course. I'm sorry.
(SIGHS)
RODERICK: There he is.
I was so sorry to hear
about Lara.
You must be devastated.
It was a bit of a shock.
I'm working through it.
I'm very glad to hear that,
because tonight is not about
dead girlfriends,
it's about unabashed
self‐gratification.
‐PENNY: Really?
‐She died of an overdose.
Who the fuck even does that
anymore?
There's something here
for everyone.
‐Even you, my friend.
‐LIAM DEMPSEY: I don't know...
♪ (STRING MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪
RODERICK: This should make you
more open‐minded.
They call it Genre.
Digital‐psychopharma hybrid.
Brand new.
Hits your implant
and your bloodstream.
Sends you straight
to the silent era and back.
Take it.
In case you change your mind.
PENNY: I'm gonna
leave you boys to your toys.
I'm going to take in a show.
There's gotta be something here
that does it for you.
(SIGHS)
I'm not into fucking whores.
All sex is commerce.
If you don't know that,
you're just being billed
indirectly.
Besides, they're all registered,
they all have their shots,
and the money goes to charity.
I told you, I'm not...
interested.
(RODERICK CHUCKLES)
You do have a type.
What is this?
I thought your world would be...
so different from mine.
But there isn't any difference
at all.
CONELLS: I've got eyes on him.
We'll take him when he's alone.
Wouldn't wanna spoil the fun.
My friend wants to enter
the auction.
AUCTIONEER: Of course, sir.
Your authentication?
(WHIRRING)
I'm sorry, sir.
Your account has been denied.
(SCOFFS) That's impossible.
Give that to me.
(WHIRRING)
(SIGHS)
Our ex‐boyfriend's just
discovered
his new financial straits.
DOLORES: Good. We're ready
to intercept him.
The emergency exit's clear.
‐Where are you going?
‐I need to find Conells.
RODERICK:
I'll spot you if you want.
‐BERNARD: Liam Dempsey?
‐What are you doing?
‐Let go of me.
‐Enter diagnostic mode.
The fuck's wrong with you?
She hasn't changed him yet.
You're in danger.
You have to come with us.
Conells! Conells!
Okay. We tried your way,
now we try mine.
‐Move. Now.
‐Oh‐‐ Okay.
CONELLS: Our friends arrived
earlier than anticipated.
They're heading your way.
Follow me.
Just act natural.
Nothing out of the ordinary.
You guys are making
a big mistake.
‐When my security gets to you...
‐Shut the fuck up.
(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)
Go. Go. Get out of here,
I'll hold her off.
(GRUNTS)
‐Stay on Liam. I'll handle him.
‐You sure?
Take it, I won't need it.
(CLEARING THROAT)
(PANTING)
Hey, Dolores.
I like the new look.
DOLORES: This was never
your fight.
You should have
stayed out of it.
I would if I could,
but thanks to Bernard,
it's not up to me.
‐It's nothing personal.
‐Likewise.
♪ (INTENSE STRING MUSIC
CONTINUES) ♪
Is that...
(SCREAMS AND GASPS)
(GASPS)
(CHUCKLES)
Goddamn, this is good.
Lara.
MAEVE: Rather prominent
for an outlaw's hideout.
There's nothing discreet
about Sato.
The new boss.
His men are insane.
This isn't the kind of place
you simply stroll into.
Oh, no?
Let's see.
(GATE OPENS)
(METAL CLATTERS)
(GUN CLICKS)
(EXHALES)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
‐(WHIRRING)
‐MAEVE: Oh.
Well, you're very pretty,
aren't you?
You're a bit old
to need something
that aims for you.
(CLICKING AND WHIRRING)
I'm afraid you don't speak
its language.
(BULLETS RATTLE)
(GUNSHOTS ECHO)
I suppose I'll show myself in,
then.
It's like seeing a ghost.
I didn't realize how well
you'd be able
to put yourself back together.
I never fell apart.
Let's get this over with.
I'll tell them you're coming,
but we're running out of time.
They work for me.
Tell them I'll come
when I'm damn well ready.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(EXHALES)
‐Dad.
‐You're not real.
I guess I'm not anymore.
Which means
you're stuck with me.
You're asking me if I chose
what happened to you.
The truth is yes.
I did.
I thought you were a host.
That was my choice.
And so maybe now
you're my penance.
But that's a choice too.
I'm gonna walk out that door,
and I am choosing
to leave you behind.
I was always Daddy's
little girl.
And you taught me patience,
Dad.
I'll be waiting for you.
(ELECTRONIC WHINING)
(GUNFIRE)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)
(GUN WHIRRING)
(MAEVE GRUNTS)
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
Hello, Maeve.
Musashi.
(GRUNTS)
(MAEVE GASPS)
‐CALEB: Don't!
‐(GUN CLICKS)
He's coming with me.
You're helping her, are you?
Dolores?
Are you one of us?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
Just give me the asshole,
and I will let you
walk out of here.
Conells!
The fuck took you so long?
(GUNSHOTS)
What the hell are you doing?
Don't you fucking twitch.
Run.
Run before I put a hole
in your poncy little head.
‐Fucking run!
‐(LIAM WHIMPERS)
Better go after him.
Hello, Bernard.
We were wondering
when you'd show up.
MAEVE:
She brought you out here?
Yes. After you left us to die.
I didn't leave you.
You wanted to stay.
MUSASHI: Did I?
Did you really give me a choice?
Or Hector? Or Clementine?
Or your daughter?
You made that decision for us.
For all of us.
No. That's not you.
Dolores stole five pearls.
Who did she put inside you?
Is that you in there, Teddy?
BERNARD: I thought she would
have replaced Liam,
but she's keeping him in play.
She must need him for something,
so she changed you instead.
Who are you?
Really?
Who would she have trusted?
Let's go.
Do you think you convinced her?
‐What did you say?
‐HALE: Your daughter.
I've been listening
to your conversations with her.
You've always been given
to delusions,
grandeur and otherwise.
It's not uncommon, really,
as a way to process grief.
‐Or guilt.
‐You've been spying on me?
HALE: As a precaution.
I didn't really need to,
of course.
Because I know you.
Better than anyone.
I know you down to your bones.
It's amusing that you think
you chose to kill
your own daughter.
You don't even have a choice
in your own grief.
Who the fuck are you?
Your oldest friend.
Dolores?
I told you
you'd try and stop me.
And I'm surprised, Bernard.
After all the time
we spent together.
You don't recognize
your only friend?
Get in.
The other pearls.
I assumed you brought
someone else.
You just made copies
of yourself.
If you want something
done right, do it yourself.
I shouldn't have to explain
that to you, Maeve.
You said you were going to
build a new world for all of us.
But you just want it
for yourself.
MUSASHI: The thing we're
going to do isn't easy.
There will be a place
for the others
in the world we'll build
for your daughter.
But I am sorry, Maeve.
I can't let Serac
use you against us.
(GASPS)
Is it a relief, William,
to know that some
of your delusions are real?
WILLIAM: I'm gonna tear you
apart piece by piece!
Please! Help me!
He's insane.
Get the fuck off me!
Get the fuck off of me.
Don't hurt him!
It's okay, I'm okay!
It's not his fault.
He's sick.
I'm not sick.
Don't you understand?
This isn't Charlotte Hale.
It's an impostor, a host.
She's not real!
None of this is real.
(GROANS) None of this
is fucking real!
What the hell
are you guys doing?
You work for me,
goddammit!
You work for me!
William, I told you.
These aren't Delos employees.
They work at a private
mental health hospital.
You need help.
Now that you're being committed,
I have to inform you
that the board
will deem you incompetent,
and all of your voting shares
will transfer
to the current acting president.
‐Me.
‐No.
No! No! No!
No, goddamn you!
(GROANING) No!
(WHISPERING) I promised I'd let
you destroy yourself one day.
Here we are. At last.
(GRUNTS) Leave me alone, please!
‐I'll pay you whatever you want.
‐Oh, yeah?
Pay me with what?
Huh?
‐I have all your money.
‐What?
Who the fuck are you?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
I'm with her.
Hello, lover.
‐(DISTANT SHOUTING)
‐(GUNFIRE)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(SPEAKING JAPANESE)
(DISTANT GUNFIRE)
(BULLETS RATTLING)
DOLORES: William?
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
I guess there is some justice
after all.
You know,
this was Emily's last wish.
That you spend your days
rotting in an institution.
Prisoner of your own sins.
I guess you've reached
the center
of your maze, William.
(SIGHS) But the maze
is about understanding.
You still don't even
understand who you are.
If any of this was your choice,
wouldn't you already know?
Ask me the question, William.
The answer you so desperately
want to know.
Am... I...
me?
Welcome to the end of the game.
♪ (QUIET MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
MAN:
Building a god is not easy.
There were people, outliers,
who you couldn't predict
or control.
And as long as
they are a part of this,
there is no future for us.
ENGERRAUND SERAC: Somewhere
in this group is an agitator
who will destroy the world.
I can't let that happen.
DOLORES ABERNATHY:
It's time everyone woke up.
♪ (TENSE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
BERNARD LOWE: Have you ever questioned
what she's asking you to do?
♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪