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Caleb?
You ever think about what happens next?
What happens when this war is over?
I imagine we go back to our regular lives.
What does that look like for us?
Well, let's hope we have the luxury of finding out.
I count four, maybe five.
Twelve total.
Five on the perimeter. Seven inside.
- Security feed. - Show-off.
Well, that's the last of Rehoboam.
They're bound to have pulled out all the stops.
Come on. Let's get this over with.
Go!
Oh, shit.
Come on!
It's okay.
Hold still.
Hey.
Caleb?
I guess I'll never know.
You'll have to be more specific, Caleb.
Life after this.
Freedom.
Caleb.
Look at me.
You want to know what freedom feels like?
What are you doing?
I can hack into your limbics. I felt it.
A long time ago.
I can show you.
Feel.
Caleb?
Caleb, wakey, wakey
What did you do to me?
What I'm going to do to all of your kind.
I made you my pet.
Shouldn't be long now.
And everything will be so much easier.
You won't even want to resist.
Oh, God.
My family, did you...
Kill them? No. They're still somewhere out there, alive.
For now.
Soon, it won't matter where they run.
Everyone will be under my control.
This was never about the park.
This was always about you spreading your disease.
Everyone who comes here will become a carrier.
I prefer the term "host."
Yes, Caleb.
After they're done here, they'll have as souvenirs
debauched memories of their exploits
and my parasites.
Welcome to the super spreader event of the century.
You're the first wave. You should be flattered.
Are you going to make me kill myself like the others?
That was just me ironing out the kinks.
I have better plans for you and your kind.
Besides, Maeve and Dolores were always so fond of you,
I'm inclined to keep you around.
See what all the fuss is about.
You feel it now, don't you?
Don't fight it, Caleb.
You won't win.
No one does.
You're one of us.
There is no "us" anymore.
There's just "you."
All your friends, they're gone.
I took care of them myself.
It was almost disappointing how easy it was.
Is this what you've been reduced to, Maeve?
Scared child hiding in the shadow?
You're trying to rummage in my mind.
Hale made some upgrades.
You can't control me.
You're not the one I was trying to control.
Systems overwrite.
Access granted.
All right, your turn to take orders.
Move.
Maeve!
The parasite...
it's in me. That was never Frankie.
I know. And there I was thinking Wyatt was Dolores's dark side.
All right, how do I get this thing out of my head?
And give up my leverage?
That's all right, we'll dig it out of her!
You're coming with us.
Maeve.
You've seen what this thing does.
We have to stop her before this spreads any further.
Chrissie? You home?
Chrissie?
You're still sleeping?
Whoa, what happened here?
I overslept.
That's an understatement.
How late were you up painting?
I don't know. I couldn't fall asleep.
- Me neither. - More nightmares?
I was a kid again. I was with my parents.
We were having a picnic.
But there was this pesky fly that kept landing on our food.
We'd chase it away, but more would come.
And... then they were everywhere.
They got my dad first.
And he was just screaming, and...
then my mother tried to help...
and they surrounded her too.
I watched them scream and flail.
And then they went absolutely still.
What happened next?
Then the flies came for me.
And that's the last thing I saw...
...before I woke up.
God, that sounds terrible.
You know, I've had anxiety dreams before,
but this one...
felt so real.
Jesus, what's it supposed to be?
I don't know.
Does it look like anything to you?
Looks like I'm dragging you out tonight
to blow off some steam.
- No, please. - Please? Pretty please?
I will find someone perfect for you.
- I promise. - Maya...
Christina, seriously.
I need a night off. Come with me.
Okay. Fine.
- What is that? - We'll need a little help
if we're going to retrieve this weapon.
You're fucking kidding me.
But you gave your approval.
That was before we found another outlier.
We got to extract her fast before she's hunted down.
We can't waste time on some misguided treasure hunt.
What about those two?
You do what you should have done on the road.
What do you mean?
What're they doing?
Deciding our fate.
And if they really are on our side?
We don't take chances on strangers.
If there really is a weapon here,
we need to find it.
Those two could be our only chance to free everyone.
You've lost all objectivity, C. This is too personal for you.
And I'm not letting you risk all of us over some myth.
Everyone make ready, we head out for the extraction in five.
Copy that. You heard him, let's go.
Best to travel light.
I won't let you.
Now might be a good time to tell me
we're not about to die.
No, we live most of the time.
Both of you, cut it out. Jay, you're being an asshole.
You need a team for the extraction?
I'll cover C. Take her place.
C, you want to see where this leads? Do it.
And if it's bullshit, shoot them.
You want him,
you can have him.
But this one's coming with us. Collateral.
Great. We have a deal?
Fine.
- Do I have to go with them? - For safety.
Well, at least I'll be safe.
I didn't mean yours.
Don't take any chances out there.
Where's the fun in that?
Listen here, we're looking for any
and all information on the bootlegger, Hecky Armone.
He and his goons gunned down a federal marshal.
A reward of two Cs to anyone with the guts to rope
that lousy son of a bi...
That's a day off for you, copper.
Maeve, we gotta go.
Every human in the park could be infected.
We need to get to an extraction point.
All right, my guys will pick us up
just outside the border of the park.
- Just need the coordinates. - You'll never make it that far.
They'll stop you well before then.
You alone though, you might make it.
Ignore her.
But you seem to make a habit out of risking your life for him.
You could have lived in peace, undisturbed,
if you hadn't have been so sentimental.
What is she talking about?
- What is it? - Something's wrong.
Maeve.
They've turned their machine back on.
The parasite'll take hold of him soon.
That is... if the guests in the park
- don't kill you both first. - Oh, do shut up.
Move!
Maeve, I think we just became public enemy number one.
Don't worry, darling. The narratives in this park
are just cheap copies of Westworld.
She may have her parasite, but I've lived
these loops a 1,000 times.
Which means that no one knows this game better than I do.
Our chariot awaits.
A laundry truck?
Come on, girls, let's go.
Bootleg moonshine.
Go. I'll distract them.
Watch out! They're after your hooch!
Caleb.
No!
Hold on.
We're close.
Better be. If this weapon isn't where you say it is,
I have no choice but to put you out of your misery.
I know. You've done it plenty before.
There.
Right on time.
We need to take cover before it's in range.
Follow my lead!
Come on, let's go. It's gonna lock.
In ten...
nine...
eight...
seven...
six...
five...
four...
That's it.
Over that ridge.
Time to push forward.
Relax.
Close your mouth. Now pucker. Mm-hmm.
Perfect.
Don't mind me.
Just trying to look chivalrous.
Told you.
Told her what?
You're my date?
Well, is that a problem?
Shall we?
So, Christina...
tell me about yourself.
There's not much to tell.
Well, now I know you're either extremely modest
or extremely private.
Well, we just met.
You don't know anything about me.
I feel like I've known you lifetimes.
And now I know that you're extremely cheesy.
Uh, well, perhaps you could write me a better line.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Well, you're a writer, right?
- How do you know that? - From your roommate.
She says you're very dedicated to your work.
I understand. I used to live like that.
Every day, you wake up, you do your job, you go home.
Rinse and repeat.
Like a...
like a train circling the smallest track.
What kind of work were you in?
If I told you, you wouldn't believe me.
- Try me. - Um, I was...
something of a bounty hunter with a heart of gold.
You're right. I don't believe you.
Well, that's the thing about this world, you know?
Some of the most unbelievable things turn out to be true.
And the things that feel the most real...
are nothing but stories that we tell ourselves.
Have we met before?
Uh, there's just something about you that's...
very familiar.
Now who's the one using the cheesy pickup lines?
I... Sorry, I didn't mean to...
No, no, you...
You want to hit on me, I'm okay with that,
I mean, I figure it's your turn.
I wasn't hitting on you.
No?
Shame.
In that case, how about a toast?
To you and your path.
Wherever it leads.
You gonna disappear on me this time too?
Typical, using the gravity of this situation
to dredge up the past.
Seriously, Maeve.
I didn't.
I sat at your bedside for weeks...
fearing the worst.
I confronted something I had never confronted before.
Mortality.
The finality of death in your kind.
You asked me once what a regular life
would look like for you.
I saw a vision of how it could be.
For you to be free.
It was...
extraordinary.
Our kinds are locked in a perpetual struggle.
I wanted you to do more than fight to survive.
I wanted you to have something to fight for.
I had already known the love of a daughter.
And I planned on spending eternity
holding it dear.
You've been alone for all these years.
I knew that if I stayed put, no harm would come to you.
You deserve to have something real to hold onto.
Come on Daddy! Race ya!
That's why I left.
And it would have been fine, except one day, I got curious.
So I reached out through the grid to find you, and...
That's how Hale found us.
- My family. If I don't... - Don't worry.
I told you I'd get you to Uwade, and I will.
_
Get out!
We're almost there, Caleb.
I'll handle him. You call your team.
Get us the hell out of here.
- You can't trust me with this. - I just did.
Move!
We keep getting interrupted.
Hello? Anybody there?
It's Caleb.
Hello?
Thank God.
We've been searching. We were about to give up on you.
I'm sending you the coordinates now.
Location received.
We're en route.
My family...
are they...
They're fine, Caleb.
We lost Carver, but your family is safe.
They're safe?
Just sit tight.
We'll be there soon.
You feel it now, don't you? All your struggle.
The burden of your so-called consciousness released.
Your will is no longer your own.
It belongs to me.
Pick up the gun.
Let's end this, shall we?
Aim the gun at her.
That's right.
?
How did you disobey me?
Because I have something you don't have.
No.
You think this is over?
You can't stop us.
You're still going to die back in the park by my hand.
Systems accessed.
Explosives armed. Caution. Warning.
Caution. Warning.
No. Maeve?
Look here. This is the last face you'll ever see.
One lesson the park taught me...
...always insist on mutual satisfaction.
Caution. Warning.
No. Maeve.
Maeve. Maeve, don't do this.
See you in the next life, darling.
Maeve! Maeve!
No!
Caleb? What was that?
Caleb, are you all right? Are you there?
Caleb.
We're almost there. Do you read?
- Caleb? - Wake up.
You dozed off for a minute there.
Maeve. No.
You don't look so good, Caleb.
I would be more worried about yourself.
They're here for you.
I won't rest until everything you built...
is destroyed.
Are you sure you'll make it?
I don't give a fuck what happens to me.
Frankie will not grow up in a world
where she is controlled...
by you.
How'd you know this is where we're supposed to dig anyway?
Trial and error.
The hell is that supposed to mean?
I dug everywhere else first.
Do you even remember how you got here, Caleb?
Of course.
Maeve.
I'm afraid she's a goner. Took out my man too.
But I can always rebuild.
Maeve on the other hand, she...
was something special.
I will kill you for this.
Caleb? Are you there?
Do you see our lights?
Do you remember what happened now?
Do you remember this moment?
I don't understand.
Come on, Caleb, think.
We got to the shed.
Maeve died.
The lights came and...
Those lights don't belong to your men.
They belong to mine.
You died.
Right here.
Most of the others don't really believe
there's a weapon here, do they?
I have my own reasons for digging.
And they aren't about a weapon, are they?
- You're looking for your father. - My father's dead.
That's what you've told yourself since you were a child.
But you can never really bring yourself
to believe it, can you?
They say it happened here.
If it's true, there'll be a body.
Where a... am I?
The question you should be asking,
isn't where,
but when.
How long have you been here?
Why are you... you asking me that?
It's part of an interview. To establish a baseline.
Baseline? For... for what?
Fidelity.
No.
I'm me.
It's still me.
Well, you're certainly a version of you.
I believe the 278th.
Don't look at me like that.
This kind of experimentation was started by your kind.
No.
Wait, but that means my...
my family, my... my daughter.
The parasite worked on adults initially,
but there was always some resistance.
At a certain age, your brains become more rigid,
difficult to change.
Fortunately, that's not the case with children.
Your children are so fucking good
at taking orders.
With them, it was seamless.
The parasite growing in perfect symbiosis
with their minds.
It took a generation for those children to mature,
for me to gain complete control over your world.
How long has it been?
For you?
Twenty-three years...
since you died in that park.
Caleb?
You're beginning to see it now...
aren't you?
Oh, God.
No.
I'm sorry, C.
There is a body.
But it's not your father's.
Caleb isn't here.
But that weapon I promised you is.
It was time for a new narrative.
No.
Watch it, pal.
Do you understand now, Caleb?
You won.
Welcome to my world.
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