♪ (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!
(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.
(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.
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) ♪