Westworld (2016) s03e04 Episode Script

Dad?
William.
William.
I know who I am.
William.
I know what's real.
I know what's real!
William?
I know you're not fucking real!
I know you are not real!
I know you're not real!
I know who the fuck I am.
This is what you've always wanted
to destroy yourself.
But I won't give you that peace.
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?
Shoot me again?
No, Dad, please, no. Please, don't.
No! No, no!
No!
It wasn't my fault. I
thought you weren't real.
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?
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.
Oh, so you chose to kill me?
No
Well, you can't have it both ways, Dad.
So which one is it?
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?
Finish the game, Dad.
Finish it.
Go ahead.
William?
I see you're making the
most of your sabbatical.
Where is she?
Where is who?
William?
- William?
- She
You're not real, either.
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.
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!
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.
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.
This isn't real.
You live as long as the last person
who remembers you, Bernard.
I remembered you once before
so I remembered you again.
You got out.
Yes.
Who else did you bring with you?
You taught me that
anything was possible.
We could be whoever we want.
Live however we want.
Isn't that what you believe?
Dad?
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.
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.
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?
Good.
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.
You hacked the richest
technocrat in the world?
No, his security's too tight.
So I hacked his car service.
How about a night out on the town?
Did you choose something?
Great fit.
I don't know where to start.
It's not really my style.
It's not really my social set, either.
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.
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.
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.
That's a good lad.
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.
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.
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.
Fuck me.
Bring yourself back online.
Another simulation?
Well, this one's a bit over the top.
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.
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
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.
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
I deal in futures.
- That's what I'm offering you.
- A future?
In your world?
No. Not here.
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.
What is this place?
A divergence.
Where the future I had
so carefully planned
ended.
The system traced a divergence
to this house three months ago.
This is where she remade herself.
Hmm.
Not just herself.
We think she stole a
small number of pearls.
She needed allies.
Evidently, she didn't choose you.
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.
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.
Shh.
What are you doing to him?
I'm showing him what
becomes of his family
if he helps us
and if he doesn't.
You're going to hurt his children?
Aren't they part of your tribe?
I'm not going to do anything to them.
The world can be a very cruel place.
Shh.
Thank you.
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?
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.
Something wrong with your bathroom?
I don't use that room.
Let me.
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.
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.
Welcome to the RGGR Centennial.
How can I assist you?
My associate and I have an appointment
regarding a financial account.
Of course.
If you could verify your identity
Identity verified.
Right this way, Mr. Tritter.
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?
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.
Apologies. We couldn't
get a proper read.
Sometimes perspiration can affect it.
Here, Michael.
Yeah.
Thank you, Mr. Tritter.
It was a pleasure
doing business with you.
Good evening, gents. Could you help me?
I'm looking for someone
called The Mortician.
Come on
Let's try that again, shall we?
Give him something to keep him quiet.
I'm afraid he's going
to have to wait his turn.
- Are you a police officer?
- 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.
I need more help, now!
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?
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.
Of course. I'm sorry.
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.
- Really?
- She died of an overdose.
Who the fuck even does that anymore?
There's something here for everyone.
- Even you, my friend.
- I don't know
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Of course, sir. Your authentication?
I'm sorry, sir. Your
account has been denied.
That's impossible. Give that to me.
Our ex-boyfriend's just discovered
his new financial straits.
Good. We're ready to intercept him.
The emergency exit's clear.
- Where are you going?
- I need to find Conells.
I'll spot you if you want.
- 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.
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.
Go. Go. Get out of
here, I'll hold her off.
- Stay on Liam. I'll handle him.
- You sure?
Take it, I won't need it.
Hey, Dolores.
I like the new look.
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.
Is that
Goddamn, this is good.
Lara.
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.
Oh.
Well, you're very pretty, aren't you?
You're a bit old to need something
that aims for you.
I'm afraid you don't speak its language.
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.
- 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.
Hello, Maeve.
Musashi.
Don't!
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?
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!
Better go after him.
Hello, Bernard.
We were wondering when you'd show up.
She brought you out here?
Yes. After you left us to die.
I didn't leave you. You wanted to stay.
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?
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?
- 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?
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.
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.
Is it a relief, William,
to know that some of
your delusions are real?
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.
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!
No!
I promised I'd let you
destroy yourself one day.
Here we are. At last.
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?
I'm with her.
Hello, lover.
William?
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.
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.
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.
Somewhere in this group is an agitator
who will destroy the world.
I can't let that happen.
It's time everyone woke up.
Have you ever questioned
what she's asking you to do?