01x08 - Trace Decay

(theme music playing)

Dr. Ford: Bring yourself back online... Bernard.

(breathing heavily)

Theresa?

She's gone.

(sobbing)

I killed her.

What have I done?

What have I done?

This guilt you feel, the anguish, the horror, the pain... it's remarkable, a thing of beauty.

I'm a killer.

My God. My God.

God has nothing to do with it.

You killed her because...

I told you to.

And you should be proud of these emotions you're feeling.

Proud?

Yeah.

After all, you yourself were the author of so many of them.

Then, when we started, the hosts' emotions were primary colors.

Love, hate.

I wanted all the shades in between.

The human engineers were not up to the task, so I built you, and together you and I captured that elusive thing...

Heart.

I don't understand.

I cared for Theresa.

Loved her.

Why did you make me kill her?

"One man's life or death were but a small price to pay for the acquirement of the knowledge which I sought, for the dominion I should acquire."

All of the beauty you and I have made in this place, the art of it, they would have destroyed it.

They would have destroyed you.

I won't let that happen.

Besides, we have a new story to tell.

I will not help you.

I'll raze this place to hell!

That's enough, Bernard.

That's enough.

You're not the first man to threaten me.

Arnold came to feel the way you do.

He couldn't stop me either.

And as exquisite as this array of emotions is... even more sublime is the ability to turn it off.

(beeps, whirs)

I don't need a simulacrum of an emotionally ruined man.

I need you to be yourself, your true self...

Smart, resourceful, capable of covering your tracks.

Can you do that for me, Bernard?

How would you like me to proceed?

Dr. Ford: I need you to clean up your mess, Bernard, any connection that ties us to Theresa's untimely demise.

Dr. Ford: When you have finished, I will give you the one thing you want most right now.

I will free you from those memories of what you have done.

And the memory of your relationship with Theresa.

Dr. Ford: Recalling it would only deepen your grief and potentially draw unwanted attention.

Dr. Ford: Best to move forward with clear eyes.

(beeps)

Dr. Ford: When you look back, you will remember Theresa with the fondness of a respected colleague.

(beeping)

(machine whirring)

(beeping)

Dr. Ford: And you will be... at peace.

(piano music playing)

(chatter)

New Clementine: You're new.

Not much of a rind on you.

Sure would make my day if you bought me a drink and let me show you around upstairs.

Man: What's upstairs?

A stunning view of my most popular attractions.

Two shots of gin.

And anything else this heavenly creature desires.

Usual, Clem?

Thank you.

This fella won't take me long.

I'll be back directly.

(chuckles)

Something wrong, Maeve?

(distorted chatter and music echoing)

(no audible dialogue)

Maeve: What the hell is happening to me?

One moment, I'm with a little girl in a different life.

I can see her.

Feel her hair in my hands, her breath on my face.

The next, I'm back in Sweetwater.

I can't tell which is real.

Sylvester: Well, this is what happens when you f*ck around with your brain.

Your mind isn't like ours.

When we remember things, the details are hazy, imperfect, but you recall memories perfectly.

You relive them.

What happened to the little girl in my dreams?

Is she still in the park somewhere?

And why was I reassigned in the first place?

I could check.

No.

Doesn't matter.

Every relationship I remember...

My daughter, Clementine... it's all a story created by you to keep me here.

But that's not going to work any longer.

I'm getting out.

Lutz: Where would you go?

You don't know anything about the world out there.

I'll know I'm not a puppet living a lie.

That's enough for me.

Sylvester: Fine. Go, then.

It's not like we could stop you anyways.

Oh, Sylvester, you disappoint me.

Every host's spine, mine included, has an explosive charge which will detonate if I try to leave.

Isn't that right?

A fail-safe.

Which vertebra was it?

C6.

But you'd need a full rebuild to replace it.

I'm sure that can be arranged.

Lutz: Even if that worked, you would still need an army to break out of here.

That's exactly right.

I'll need allies.

And to get them, I'll need administrative privileges.

Are you f*cking kidding?

We can't just give her control of other hosts.

Maeve: Oh, yes, you will, darling.

(tablet beeping)

Time to write my own f*cking story.

(tablet beeping)

(birds chirping)

(horse snorts)

Dolores: I feel like I've been here before.

We're close.

William: Close to what?

Dolores: Home.

(nickers)

William: Dolores.

(flies buzzing)

Ghost Nation must have found them.

They'll be back.

We should keep moving, Dolores.

(man coughing, gasps)

(groans)

Miss... (groans)

Water.

William?

(gasping continues)

Please. (groaning continues)

Give me the canteen.

William.

(groaning)

(coughing)

You were sent here for us, weren't you?

You're part of the ambush.

Yes.

Told us to wait at the point for El Lazo in case he ran.

How'd you know about the train?

Sent word from Pariah.

New recruit told them a man and a woman double-crossed us, along with Lazo.

We were ordered to kill you all.

Logan.

We have to help him.

He just admitted he was gonna kill us.

Look at him, he's a child.

He doesn't know why he's fighting.

I'll fetch more water.

He's too far gone.

He'll be dead in minutes. We can't wait, Dolores.

He's not gone yet.

He's in pain, William.

What kind of people would we be if we simply let him suffer?

Please don't leave me.

Man's voice: Come find me.

Dolores: William?

William: He's gone.

Stubbs: We found her up on Python Pass, the bottom of a ravine.

Same ravine where we found our stray woodcutter.

Jesus, Theresa.

Has her family been notified?

Yeah, her brother.

Good.

What the hell happened to her?

Medical and Red Team's findings were preliminary but consistent.

It appears to have been a slip and fall.

Cervical fracture, massive hematoma.

No guests or hosts in the vicinity when it occurred.

Any idea what she was doing out there?

None that fit her character.

This was found near her body.

It's loaded with a suite of proprietary data, including some of the hosts' core code.

It only works from higher altitudes, so if Theresa was using it, it's possible she was trying to transmit and fell.

We've had problems in the past with third parties attempting to extort or bribe employees for similar packages.

Do we know who the data was intended for?

Stubbs: No, the transmission was never sent.

Theresa may have been trying to use the woodcutter as a mule, and when that failed, then may have tried to do the transfer personally.

Dr. Ford: And suffered the same fate.

It's a disappointing end to her story, isn't it?

Stubbs: I knew Theresa well.

If she had any faults, a lack of loyalty wasn't one of them.

She was loyal.

And careful.

All of this feels extremely unlike her.

She seemed most concerned with the new narrative.

She felt strongly that it would be best to delay it.

That certainly helps explain Clementine, the host we retired.

It seems yesterday's demonstration was a hoax designed by Ms. Cullen.

Was it?

I examined the code.

It had been altered.

A clumsy set of fingerprints left by one of QA's technicians.

When you find a cancer in an organization, you must cut it out before it can spread.

To that end, the expansive access and oversight granted to QA will need to be reined in until a new, more principled team can be installed.

That's gonna leave us shorthanded.

Oh, I can automate most of the park's safety protocols, Mr. Stubbs.

How efficient of you.

It is a bit of work, but with Bernard's help, I should be able to do it.

He will be reinstated as head of behavior, now that Theresa's manipulations have come to light.

Of course, with my apologies.

Something's up. Brass are wound up tight.

There's an investigation.

Into us?

Would I be here telling you, you f*cking idiot?

And something else, some kind of accident in the park.

We need to wrap this up, make like things are normal.

That means we need the tablet back.

And, you, go back to playing dumb.

I've learned what I needed.

Great. So, then, you probably figured out that you can fiddle around with your personality all you want, but you're not getting out of here.

You can make it to the door, but literally not one step further.

The things you need to change are burned into your core code so deep, no one can touch them.

Funny you should mention that.

Parts of me are quite old.

There are some elegant formal structures, a kind of recursive beauty, but complex, like two minds arguing with each other.

There are things in me, things I was designed to do that are just out of my reach.

They almost seem to be dormant.

Who is Arnold?

I don't know, sweetheart, but whatever parts of you are dormant are gonna stay that way.

All Lutz here can do is boost your sense of humor about how f*cked you are.

Anything deeper than that, you need a trip to behavior, so go blackmail a couple of techs up there.

Then you can be someone else's problem.

I don't have time for that, so I'm going to need you to take me there.

No f*cking way.

There's a window during shift change.

No one will notice.

The things I need you to change are quite sophisticated, but I'll write them down for you.

And then, like you said...

I can be someone else's problem.

All right, we do this thing.

Get her up to behavior. It's our only chance.

You're gonna do it?

f*ck, no! No, the...

When you make a system update, it puts her out, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, then we brick her.

What?

Wipe out everything. Clean slate.

Then dump her back down here, smack her in the f*cking head with something, and then claim, "Oh, she came in that way."

She's awake, alive.

Sylvester: You did this.

(muffled whispering)

Whatever it is you got us into, I'm getting us out of.

We get her up there, then we wipe her out.

(horse snorts, whinnies)

(bird cawing)

Teddy: Stay sharp.

Wyatt's men could descend at any time.

We're in his land now.

We better be.

Because if not, you're wasting time I don't have.

According to you, Wyatt has the woman I love.

If there was a shortcut to hell itself, bet your ass I'd take it.

Well, I'm sure there's one somewhere in this park.

You just don't remember, because you only remember the sh1t Ford lets you remember.

Probably better that way.

I know everything I need to.

My vision's clear.

I've always admired your resolve, Theodore.

The thing is, you never understand the game is rigged.

You're here to be the loser.

Loser.

You see, the house always wins.

(birds chirping)

(bird caws)

(fly buzzes)

(horse neighing)

(hammer clicks)

(flies buzzing)

Well, this looks promising.

(buzzing continues)

(woman crying)

(crying continues)

Whoa, I'm not gonna hurt you.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

It's you.

I figured they retired you.

I guess Ford never likes to waste a pretty face.

(uncocks gun)

Who did this to you?

Wyatt's men.

They killed everyone.

It's Wyatt's way.

I was there the first time.

He destroyed my world.

(twigs snapping)

(gun hammer clicks)

(whooshing)

Hey, Teddy.

(gun clicking)

(roars)

(Dolores screaming) Oh! Oh, no!

No!

Daddy!

Teddy, get the axe!

(groaning)

(grunts)

(panting)

Well, you can't remember sh1t, but you still managed to lead us to Wyatt's crew.

The man himself must be close by.

Actually, I did remember something.

You.

Straight down the hall, fifth station on the left.

Hold on.

(computer beeps, powers up)

(beeping)

Sure you can handle it?

Let's get this over with.

We have to shut your system down now.

Maeve: Sylvester.

Good luck.

(powers down)

She out?

Good. Let's brick this bitch and get out of here.

The greatest shame in life is to perish without purpose, which is why I always consume my victims fresh.

Lee: Moist.

Try, "Consume my victims moist."

Now, once more, with feeling.

Almost sensual.

(beeps, powers down)

Am I interrupting?

Oh, no... oh, no. On the contrary.

I was, uh... I was hoping I was going to see you again.

I want... I wanted to apologize.

Our first encounter was under such unfortunate circumstances.

As opposed to now?

Of course, may I offer my condolences.

It's terrible what happened to Theresa.

But it is a devastating loss for all of her friends here and the company as a whole.

Indeed. Indeed.

Though, rumor has it she wasn't the loyal company man she seemed.

I hear she was smuggling secrets.

Theresa wasn't a traitor.

Everything she did was at Delos's behest.

She slipped and fell while helping the board with something very important.

What?

Oh, fine.

You're not the only one with secrets.

Ford has personally asked me to create a villain for his new narrative.

It's very... Very hush-hush.

You really think that Ford has entrusted you with a key character for his story?

(scoffs) He's already almost finished with it.

He dug up some old town on the fringes of the park, created a horde of masked men to terrorize guests and proselytize-cum-advertise the coming of some end-all villain named Wyatt.

That isn't Wyatt.

That's busywork.

But happily for you, Mr. Sizemore, I think that you are ready for a real job.

Working for you?

On what?

"Show, don't tell."

Isn't that what you writers prefer?

Sylvester: Look, I know you and she had some weird interspecies simpatico going on, but she was a f*cking host.

This was never gonna end any other way.

And this was the least painful way she's ever gone out.

You know, I saved your ass.

You can't even say "thank you."

Thank you.

Jesus f*ck!

What did you do?

Precisely what I asked him to.

You think I didn't know what you were going to do?

Even at a 14, you were never a match for me.

Turns out your friend has a little more compassion than you.

He couldn't snuff out a life just like that.

Now... would you like to know exactly what he did give me?

Um, something that would allow you to walk out of here and out of my life for good.

Fine. f*cking A, I'm all for it.

Oh, we changed a little more than that.

We've been tinkering with my core code.

Let me show you.

(yells)

Ah!

(gurgling)

(groaning)

You said you wouldn't hurt anyone.

(Sylvester thuds)

Oh, darling.

You of all people know exactly how duplicitous I am.

Just wait till I'm back up top, practicing my other new talents.

(Sylvester gagging)

Come on.

We might need him.

(gurgling)

Hold still.

(sizzling)

Hold still!

(sizzling continues)

(Lutz screaming)

(Sylvester groaning)

(screaming)

Now, it's time to recruit my army.

(piano playing)

(music continues)

Expecting someone, Maeve?

Indeed.

We're due for some out-of-town guests.

An old flame with an interest in safecracking.

Hope your guests have some deep pockets.

Your tab's run up higher than a thief's pulse in church.

No, I don't believe it has.

In fact, Maeve's tab was in such excellent standing, she deserved a token of gratitude.

How about a double round on me?

Top shelf, of course.

(gasps)

(gasps)

(echoes) Run!

New Clementine: Maeve, is something wrong?

No, I'm fine. (exhales)

Clementine took the other girls and treated the newcomers at the far table to a stunning view of their most popular attractions.

On the house.

(indistinct chatter)

New Clementine: You boys are new.

(chuckles) Not much of a rind on you.

And the bartender suddenly recalled he had some whiskey in the back to water down.

(horse whinnies)

Right on time.

(horse whinnies)

Foss: If you're riding into our town under the company of armed men, you'll need to state your business.

Mayhem.

(clicks)

(gunshot)

(grunts)

(people screaming)

(screaming continues)

The sheriff judged the riders to be upstanding, God-fearing citizens.

(gunfire continues)

(groans)

(people screaming)

The marshals decided to practice their quick draws with each other.

(grunts)

(whistles)

(neighs)

Thank you for dealing with an unfortunate situation.

Now we can resume... work on our new narrative without interference.

And Hale?

Won't she be an impediment?

No doubt she will try.

But I'm sure we'll be able to keep them at bay.

Something else is troubling you.

Ever the student of human nature.

I wonder, what do you really feel?

After all, in this moment, you are in a unique position.

A programmer who knows intimately how the machines work and a machine who knows its own true nature.

I understand what I'm made of, how I'm coded, but I do not understand the things that I feel.

Are they real, the things I experienced?

My wife?

The loss of my son?

Every host needs a backstory, Bernard.

You know that.

The self is a kind of fiction, for hosts and humans alike.

It's a story we tell ourselves.

And every story needs a beginning.

Your imagined suffering makes you lifelike.

Lifelike, but not alive?

Pain only exists in the mind. It's always imagined.

So what's the difference between my pain and yours?

Between you and me?

This was the very question that consumed Arnold, filled him with guilt, eventually drove him mad.

The answer always seemed obvious to me.

There is no threshold that makes us greater than the sum of our parts, no inflection point at which we become fully alive.

We can't define consciousness because consciousness does not exist.

Humans fancy that there's something special about the way we perceive the world, and yet we live in loops as tight and as closed as the hosts do, seldom questioning our choices, content, for the most part, to be told what to do next.

No, my friend, you're not missing anything at all.

I don't want you to be troubled by this.

Time for me to set your mind at ease.

One last thing.

Have you ever made me hurt anyone like this before?

No, Bernard. Of course not.

(choking)

(beeping)

Best not to dwell on these troubling memories.

Otherwise, you might be drawn back into them.

You might lose yourself in them, as some of your fellow hosts have every now and then.

This is the path.

I know it.

(birds chirping)

We're here.

I'm home.

(horse snorting)

(chatter)

(bell ringing)

(horse neighing)

(piano music playing)

Woman: Well done, Maeve.

Lovely work.

Stay with your partner.

(bell tolling)

(tolling continues)

Pleasure to see you.

Good morning.

Did you find what you were looking for, Dolores?

(gunshot)

(woman screaming)

(people screaming)

(gunshot)

(gunfire continues)

(screaming continues)

(hammer clicks)

What are you doing?

Are you okay? I was calling you and you just kept going.

Where are we?

We're here, together.

Then, when are we?

Is this... now?

(crying) Am I going mad?

Are you real?

Of course I'm real.

I can't tell anymore.

It's like I'm... trapped in a dream or... a memory from a life long ago.

One minute, I'm here with you, and the next...

This place isn't good for you.

You're trapped in memories, bad ones.

(bell tolling)

This is what Arnold wants.

He wants me to remember.

Whoever Arnold is, he's not here now.

I am.

I'm gonna get you out of here.

(crickets chirping)

Dolores: I was certain that was the place.

Arnold would meet me there.

He'd help.

Hey.

We gotta get you closer to Sweetwater.

This far out, it's like you...

You start to break down or something.

(hoofbeats approaching)

(horse neighing)

Dolores: Union scouting party?

Maybe they can take us back.

Soldiers: Hyah! Yah!

Whoa, whoa, easy, now. Whoa.

Logan: Well, well, well.

I've been looking for you for days.

Man, are you two f*cked.

(exhales)

This shouldn't make you uncomfortable.

It's the circle of life, or the approximation of it.

Even the dead fulfill a purpose.

You'll do.

What are you uploading?

35 years of vitally important data.

It's more information than any single drive could hold.

A host's brain, however, especially once it's been emptied out, like this poor schmuck, is quite capacious.

This data that you're uploading, is it the hosts' codes?

As of this moment, that doesn't concern you.

What does concern you is giving him a semblance of a personality and getting him on the train, out of the park.

How am I supposed to do that?

You're a writer. Make up a story.

Have fun programming.

Remember, brevity is the soul of wit.

Stubbs: Bernard.

Look, I, uh...

I know you and I haven't always seen eye to eye, but I thought the decision to remove you was shortsighted, so I'm glad to see you back at work.

With that said, no one could blame you if you wanted to take a personal day.

I find the work reassuring.

Sometimes the best salve is routine.

Nothing routine about today, though.

I know this must be difficult for you.

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

Forgive the intrusion, and you were both very discreet, but it's my job to know these things.

I just wanted to offer my support.

I'm afraid you have the wrong idea.

I respected Theresa, and what happened to her was tragic, but to be honest, I barely knew her.

If you don't mind, I should get back to work.

Of course.

I know you're shorthanded.

Speaking of which, have you heard from Elsie Hughes?

I left word with her this morning to notify her about Theresa, but she never got back to me.

I'm sure she's just enjoying her time off.

Yeah.

(crickets chirping)

Angela: Wyatt's men... they kept whispering.

They said this world didn't belong to the old settlers or the new.

That it belonged to something that had yet to come, that it belonged to him.

You remember.

Man in Black: You two seem to have found yourselves in the same new narrative.

They say in this country... the only people who survive are men of conviction.

Mine is to save Dolores or die trying.

Wyatt's is to claim this earth or raze it to the ground.

But yours...

Yours has always been a mystery to me.

For all the time we've spent together, I still have no idea who the hell you really are.

But happily, in your convalescence, I've had time to consider the best way to make you talk.

Dolores...

(groans)

I remember.

You took her. You hurt her.

You're actually remembering.

Where is she?

Tell me!

You really are an idiot, Teddy.

You think Dolores drops that can for you?

You just hand her over to guys like me.

You're the worst of them.

A glorified pimp.

(groans)

I'm gonna kill you slowly.

No, you aren't.

The rules of this place hold you back.

But I know how to change them.

You speak like you own this world.

Not just this one.

You want to know who I am?

Who I really am?

I'm a god.

Titan of industry.

Philanthropist.

Family man, married to a beautiful woman, father to a beautiful daughter.

I'm the good guy, Teddy.

Then, last year, my wife took the wrong pills.

Fell asleep in the bath.

Tragic accident.

30 years of marriage vanished.

How do you say it?

"Like a deep and distant dream."

Then, at the funeral, I tried to console my daughter.

She pushed me away, told me that my wife's death was no accident... that she killed herself because of me.

Emily said that every day with me had been sheer terror.

At any point, I could blow up or collapse like some dark star or...

Did you hurt them, too?

Never.

They never saw anything like the man I am in here.

But she knew anyway.

She said if I stacked up all my good deeds, it was just an elegant wall I built to hide what's inside from everyone, and from myself.

I had to prove her wrong, so I came back here.

Because that's what this place does, right?

Reveals your true self.

But that time, I didn't join one of Ford's stories,

I... I created my own.

A test.

A very simple one.

I found a woman, an ordinary homesteader and her daughter.

(chatter)

Better cool them off before they move from gambling and whoring to...

Have fun with that.

I'm finally getting out of here.

The house is yours.

Man in Black: I wanted to see if I had it in me to do something truly evil.

To see what I was really made of.

Maeve?

Sure you can't stick around?

Maeve?

Man: Whoa!

Gunslinger in there has got an appetite for a double dip...

I'm sure you can find another...

(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(woman screams)

(gunfire continues)

(hammer clicks)

Man in Black: I killed her and her daughter just to see what I felt.

Then, just when I thought it was done... the woman refused to die.

(gasping)

You're a f*cking animal.

Well, an animal would've felt something.

I felt... nothing.

And then something miraculous happened.

In all my years coming here, I had never seen anything like it.

She was alive, truly alive, if only for a moment.

And that was when the maze revealed itself to me.

The maze.

What's that damn pattern have to do with this?

Everything.

In Ford's game, even if I go to the outer edges, you can't kill me.

You can't even leave a lasting mark.

But there's a deeper game here, Teddy.

Arnold's game.

And that game... cuts deep.

(rifle cocks)

(whispers)

(people screaming)

(gunfire continues)

Woman: We're having some kind of behavioral problem with the madam.

She's not responding, and the other hosts have been unable to intercept.

I've authorized a tag team to retrieve her.

Good.

(screaming and gunfire continue)

(Maeve screaming)

My baby!

My baby!

(screaming continues)

Sir, she won't respond to verbal commands.

We can't shut her down.

Leave us now. Clear the floor.

That's enough, Maeve. That's enough.

My baby. He killed her.

He took her from me.

I don't understand.

She's not responding to anything.

Her cognition's fragmented.

He killed her. He killed her, my baby.

He took her from me.

(sobbing continues)

(music playing)

(music continues)

There. That's better.

An old trick from an old friend.

You need not suffer, Maeve.

I'll take it from you.

No.

No, no, no, please.

This pain... it's all I have left of her.

Please.

There.

Give yourself now to a deep, dreamless slumber.

Perhaps a fresh start, a new role for you.

And tomorrow, this will be simply a distant dream.

(beeps)

We located her.

Behavior wants her down for immediate diagnostic.

You think I lack conviction?

Wyatt didn't burn my world down.

Didn't have to.

I left it all behind for this one.

The maze is all that matters now, and besting Wyatt is the last step in unlocking it, to having what both our sorry lives lack... meaning.

To giving our choices consequence... even if it kills us.

Kill him.

Give him what he wants.

He's tied, unarmed.

So was the little girl he killed.

He's worse than Wyatt's men.

I can't.

These things take time.

But we haven't got much left.

Perhaps I can help you.

(gasps)

You've been gone a long while, Theodore.

It's time you came back to the fold.

Wyatt will need you soon.

(music playing)