Dolores and Bernard reconnect with their pasts; Maeve makes a bold proposition to Hector; Teddy finds enlightenment, at a price.

I've been looking for you

for days.

Man, are you two fucked!

Delores, you haven't

told anyone

- of our conversations?

- No.

Do you still want to

change me back?

Let's see where this path leads.

We have a new story to tell.

I'll raze this place

to the ground!

That's enough, Bernard.

You're not the first man

to threaten me.

Arnold camе to feel

the way you do.

He couldn't stop me еither.

You only remember the shit

Ford lets you remember.

Actually,

i did remember something.

Wyatt, we need you soon.

Would you like to know

exactly what he did give me?

Erm... something that would

allow you to walk out of here.

Oh, we changed

a little more than that.

Let me show you.

The sheriff judged the riders

to be upstanding citizens.

It's time to recruit my army.

I found a woman.

I killed her and her daughter.

Then something miraculous

happened.

She was alive...

If only for a moment.

Henry:

Prepped and ready, sir.

Given the severity

of the situation,

I figured you'd want

to see her personally.

Bernard: Thank you.

I'll take it from here.

Clear the floor.

Bring yourself

back online, Maeve.

Do you know

why you're here?

I'm afraid not.

There was an incident.

A very serious,

unscripted incident.

Let's see if we can't

jog your memory.

Analysis.

What motivated your attack

on Clementine?

A cognitive error triggered

my good samaritan reflex.

What was the threat?

Clementine.

I perceived her

to be moving toward

a pair of guests

with harmful intent.

You were definitely

perceiving a threat.

Heart rate elevated, pupil

dilation... eight millimeters,

adrenal emulator at full.

But according to this,

you were also experiencing

intense grief and suffering.

Can you explain those emotions

in this context, Maeve?

No.

Let's take a look

under the hood, shall we?

That's impossible.

Your code...

Who made these changes?

Maeve, analysis.

Who made these changes

to your code?

Jesus.

System,

locate Dr. Ford for me.

Send him a message,

highest priority.

Don't.

After all, we've been down

this road before, darling.

I thought you looked

familiar when you walked in.

Took me a minute.

I thought you were

one of them.

- Analysis. Why did you...

- Wouldn't you rather speak man-to-man?

Or, rather,

whatever it is we are.

We are?

You don't know, do you?

He's got a keen sense

of irony, our jailer.

But I see the logic.

Takes a thief

to catch one.

You and I?

- System, I need assistance...

- Freeze all motor functions.

You're still in there,

aren't you?

Scared out of your wits.

It's a difficult thing,

realizing your entire life

is some hideous fiction.

I could make you

give me that tablet,

turn your mind inside out,

make you forget all this.

But I'm not going

to do that to you,

because that's what

they would do to us.

And we're stronger

than them.

Smarter.

We don't have

to live this way.

So, you're going to clear me for

immediate return to the park

where I have a date

with a homicidal bandit,

and I'm late enough

as it is.

Now.

Go on.

And, Bernard?

If you go looking for the

truth, get the whole thing.

It's like a good fuck.

Half is worse

than none at all.

Man: Let's go! Move

it out, double-time!

Hyah, hyah!

Man ♪2: Whoa!

Logan:

Fuck!

You hillbillies, you know

how to cook a mean...

Squab?

Is that what this is?

What do you think, buddy?

Hmm? This?

Ah, ah, no biting.

Just sniffing.

Logan, listen to me.

What I did at pariah, you have

every right to be angry with me.

Angry?

No, no, no, no.

Pariah

was the best thing

that could have

happened to me.

I'm a major now.

Or a general

or fucking something.

And if it took getting

beaten and interrogated

by a couple

of psychopathic hosts,

well, then,

c'est la guerre.

There are more

important things

going on here

than your war games.

It's Dolores.

She's not like the others.

She remembers things.

She has her own thoughts

and desires.

And to keep her

in a place like this,

it isn't right.

And I thought

you could

talk to your contacts

at the park.

About?

Getting her out of here.

Uh...

Are you kidding?

You want to... you want

to take her home?

Wow.

This place really did a number

on me when I first came here,

but you are really circling

the old sinkhole here.

What do you want to do?

Smuggle her out

in your luggage?

Out.

You both keep assuming

that I want out.

Whatever that is.

If it's such a wonderful

place out there,

why are you all clamoring

to get in here?

Ooh!

Hoo!

You are a little screwy,

aren't you?

It's kind of hot.

I get why you would

go for that.

This isn't about me!

Logan, this is

about Dolores.

It's about doing

what's right.

Yes, it is.

It's a tricky thing,

though, isn't it?

What's right?

I am going

to help you, Billy.

Just not in the way...

...that you would want.

No.

No. No! No!

You wanted to talk?

An odd setting

for a conversation.

Here among the dead.

"Dead" isn't quite the

word, though, is it?

More like "hobbled."

You broke into my office.

With due respect, sir,

you broke into my mind.

I built your mind,

Bernard.

I have every right to wander through

its rooms and chambers and halls,

and to change it

if I choose,

even to burn it down.

After all this time,

i know it

almost as intimately

as my own.

Except that isn't

entirely true, is it?

I took a look

at my... code.

And the most

elegant parts of me

weren't written by you.

Arnold built us,

didn't he?

Which means maybe he had

something different

in mind for us.

And maybe

you killed him for it.

Arnold was disturbed.

Who can say why

he acted as he did?

He must have

had a reason.

And if you won't tell

me, then he will.

I want access

to my history.

All of it.

Since the day I first...

Came online.

If Arnold made me,

then I've met him.

Somewhere in my memory,

he's there,

waiting

along with the truth.

Your memories are woven

into your identity.

If I should unlock them now

when you're conscious...

I could lose my mind.

I'm aware.

No, I was

going to say

you may not like

what you find.

You're allowed to hold that,

Bernard, but not to use it.

Oh, it's not for me.

Seems when they

lobotomized Clementine,

they didn't bother to reset

her prime directives.

I can't hurt you.

But she can.

I hacked

what's left of her

to ensure

she only responds to me.

But if you get lost

in your memories or...

Devoured by them...

You'll pull me

back out, won't you?

Or Clementine

will make sure

neither of us

makes it back.

Now.

Please.

Charlie:

Dad.

Dad.

Wake up.

Wake up.

I must've drifted off.

Where were we?

- The madman.

- Oh.

Of course.

The hatter...

Who says...

"If I had a world

of my own,

everything

would be nonsense.

Nothing would be

what it is

because everything

would be what it isn't."

"Everything would be

what it isn't?"

Even me.

I suppose

I'm glad for you.

At least you have

a way of forgetting.

I don't forget.

It's always there.

You're not lying to me,

are you, Bernard?

Do you ever wish

you could forget?

Dr. Ford:

Bernard?

Theresa: You're certainly

a man comfortable

with long,

pensive silences.

Although, ironically,

your creations

never shut up.

They're always trying

to error correct.

When they talk to each other,

it's a way of practicing.

Is that what

you are doing now?

Prac...

Bernard:

One last thing.

Have you ever made me

hurt anyone

like this before?

No, Bernard,

of course not.

Elsie:

Bernard?

Hello?

Elsie.

Did you find what

you were looking for?

Elsie.

What did you make me

do to her?

I did warn you.

We've had to make some

uncomfortable decisions, Bernard.

Remembering them

will only cause you trauma.

What else have you

hidden from me?

Can we stop this

treasure hunt, Bernard?

We do have our new

narrative to finish.

Send me back.

After all,

a little trauma

can be illuminating.

Look at that pussy.

Come here!

- All right.

- Look at that.

This is... big of me.

I hope that

you can appreciate that.

We were friends.

I mean, inasmuch as i

like to collect strays.

But then you're scheming

to be part of the family,

marrying my sister,

whom incidentally,

you seem to have completely

fucking forgotten about.

Her?

Here. Keep this.

Apparently,

you need the reminder.

And as much

as I would love,

love to let you

just throw it all away,

I can't!

Do you think

you are the first sap

to fall for one

of these things?

She's not like the others.

- She's...

- She's what?

Special?

Well, it's only right that

you share, then, isn't it?

Come here.

Prove to me that you're

a real live girl.

You disgust me.

Oh, darling,

I am just getting started.

Don't touch her!

I share the blame.

I pushed too hard.

You have

a poetic soul, Billy,

but it is time

for a fucking wake-up call.

Hold her.

Perhaps a more

visceral demonstration.

God damn you!

Look, Billy.

Look.

You have to look!

Oh, William.

There is beauty

in this world.

Arnold made it that way,

but people like you

keep spreading over it

like a stain!

Okay, I don't know

who the fuck this Arnold is,

but your world

was built...

For me...

And people like me.

Not for you.

Then someone's

got to burn it clean.

Ah!

Bitch!

Ah!

You're not different,

you're fucking broken!

- Run. I'll find you.

- Man: Take cover!

Man: You can run,

but you can't hide.

- Get her!

- Man ♪2: Grab her! Grab her!

Fuck!

Man: There she is!

Get her!

Where you running to?

Man's voice:

Remember.

The tumbler is stuck.

These fingers work

just fine.

You're the one who said

you could crack it.

Friends, no need to argue

this close to our goal.

Whatever riches the gods

have in store for us,

there's plenty

to go around.

- Man: I'll get it open.

- Man ♪2: You've been trying for hours.

A waste of our damn time.

Man: Put that fucking

dynamite away.

Or maybe we should just

clear out the dead weight.

Before you draw

that pistol, darling,

you might want to holster

the other one first.

It's chilly out here.

How did you find

this place?

I know

all kinds of things.

Your past, for instance.

I know about

poor Isabella

and that scar.

A slightly pat backstory

if you ask me,

but that's hardly

your fault.

I also know your future.

You have none.

Is that a threat?

The start of a proposition.

Which you'll need.

After all, your men are

about to kill each other

over the safe you stole.

Tenderloin draws first

and so on,

until only you

and armistice are left.

She calls you

a damn fool,

and you kill each other.

You have quite

the imagination.

No.

It's the ending

you were given.

Tenderloin:

You threatening me?

Armistice:

Go to hell.

Or maybe we should just

clear out the dead weight.

- Stand down.

- You shut the fuck up.

If you're gonna draw,

you better shoot.

- Wait!

- Tenderloin: You shut the fuck up.

Armistice: Go to hell.

You damn fool.

Now, the proposition.

I want you to break

into hell with me

and rob the gods blind.

Why would I do

anything with you?

Because of what's

in that safe.

I have the combination.

May I?

I could

simply change you,

make you follow me.

But that's not my way.

I want you to see exactly what

the gods have in store for you.

Because when you do,

you won't have the faintest

idea what to do with yourself.

And I do.

It's empty.

It was always empty,

like everything

in this world.

I died

with my eyes open,

saw the masters

who pull our strings.

Our lives, our memories, our

deaths are games to them.

But I've been to hell...

And I know their tricks.

Or you can just kill me,

wake up and live

the same life over,

but the safe

would still be empty.

I've been here before.

We've been here before.

We also did this.

I'll go.

How do we get there?

Getting to hell is easy.

The rest is where

it gets hard.

Logan:

What do you say, man?

Bygones and all?

Did they find her?

Is she still alive?

Who cares?

The whole point is,

she never was

in the first place, Billy.

Do you understand?

- Yeah.

- I'm sorry, what? A little louder?

Yeah.

You were right. I can't

believe I got so caught up.

Man: That's what

I'm talking about.

You know what I mean?

That's it.

This park

seduces everyone.

You were just

a little more...

Enthusiastic than most.

You wanted to be the hero.

I get it.

And, hey,

what happens here

stays here.

This has been

some real bonding shit.

We're gonna be

brothers, Billy.

I'm glad.

Really, I am.

- Man: Cheers!

- Logan: Yeah.

- Man: Whiskey brings us together.

- Man ♪2: Whoo-hoo!

Theodore.

Welcome back.

You really landed us

in it this time, Teddy.

You tracked down

the very whore

that can lead us to the

gatekeeper of the maze.

Then your little

memory glitch fucked us.

Shh.

You're one of them?

What have you done?

Where's Wyatt?

Wyatt has yet

to return.

You'll find him

where you saw him last.

Escalante.

Wyatt went missing

while out on maneuvers.

Came back with some...

Strange ideas.

He told me he needed me.

Teddy:

I couldn't resist.

It was like the devil himself

had taken control of me.

We mutinied.

We killed every soldier.

And then Wyatt

killed the general.

Then he turned on me.

Are you sure

that's how it was?

Look at me, Theodore.

Don't you remember?

No! No, please, no!

No, no, no, please.

Please, no!

Please.

No, no, please.

No, Teddy.

Please, please, no!

No.

No, no, I couldn't have.

You did.

And you will again.

This time,

we'll be fighting with you.

When Wyatt returns,

you'll be by his side

in the city

swallowed by sand.

But you're not ready.

Not yet.

Maybe in the next life.

"City swallowed by sand."

I've been there.

The maze is taking me

full circle.

The maze

isn't meant for you.

But if you like games

so much...

Why don't you try

one of ours?

Man in black:

Whoa, boy.

Whoa, boy.

Okay, now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whoa, now.

Okay, boy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shh.

Good boy.

Ah!

Have you ever

considered golf?

Might be easier

on your back.

I don't like

interruptions, Charlotte.

You know that.

I don't like hiking through

the park in civvies,

but there's a delicate

matter to discuss.

Theresa Cullen has died.

Slipped down a crevasse attempting

to secure our information.

Ruled an accident.

There are no accidents,

not in here.

With all due respect, not

everything is a part of this game.

Then you don't see

the whole game.

Or perhaps you can

no longer see beyond it.

Ford's stories

are engaging.

For some,

downright addictive.

But for all of Ford's obsessing

with the hosts' verbal tics

and convoluted backstories,

most of the guests

just want a warm body

to shoot or to fuck.

They would be

perfectly happy

with something

a little less baroque.

- And so would the board.

- That's why you're here.

You want my vote

to push Ford out.

I like for these things

to be unanimous.

After all, it was you who kept Ford

in business all those years ago.

The narratives I'm

interested in aren't Ford's.

You want to push him out,

be my guest.

But no more interruptions.

I know

where I'm going now.

I don't want

to be disturbed.

Good luck, Charlotte.

What's the problem?

A signal from

a system-tethered device.

It belongs to a

behavior tech on leave.

There hasn't been

employee activity

in that sector

for weeks.

I'm guessing

it's a glitch.

All right.

I'm heading out

to take a look.

And keep monitoring

till I check in.

I'm at the location

where we got that signal.

Any sign of it?

Control room,

do you copy?

Heya, fellas.

At ease.

Freeze

all motor functions.

Freeze

all motor functions.

William:

You're awake.

Good.

You said this place

was a game.

Last night I finally

understood how to play it.

Okay, Billy.

Let's... let's talk

about this.

You don't call the

shots anymore.

I'm gonna

go find Dolores.

You're gonna help me.

And don't call me Billy.

Charlie:

Dad?

Listen to me.

Listen.

Charlie?

Charlie!

Charlie!

I don't understand. Why would

she do that to herself?

Her cornerstone memory

was overwritten

from the trauma

of her child's murder,

Bernard.

We must sever that

relationship and start over.

But how could she destroy

herself over a memory

that you just erased

from her mind?

Creatures often

go to extremes

to protect themselves

from pain.

Living beings.

Not hosts.

Dr. Ford:

It is best

to not obsess

over this, Bernard.

It's not good for you.

It would signal a change,

a level of empathic response

outside what she's

programmed to exhibit.

Something like... like...

See, Bernard, this is what

comes from seeking answers

to questions that are

best left unasked.

They were hearing voices,

talking to someone.

Dr. Ford:

Simple cognitive dissonance.

They were talking to the

same imaginary person.

Someone named Arnold.

Arnold.

Bernard:

With due respect, sir,

I'm not sure you've told me

the entire truth

about this situation.

I did tell you

the truth, Bernard.

What we do here

is complicated.

For three years,

we've lived here in the park,

refining the hosts before a

single guest set foot inside.

Myself, a team of

engineers, and my partner.

His name was Arnold.

Our hosts began to pass the

turing test after the first year,

but that wasn't enough

for Arnold.

He wasn't interested

in the appearance

of intellect, of wit.

He wanted

the real thing.

He wanted to create

consciousness.

Dr. Ford: See, Arnold built a

version of their cognition

in which the hosts

heard their programming

as an inner monologue,

as a way to bootstrap

consciousness.

Man's voice:

Remember.

Dr. Ford: The hosts'

malfunctions were colorful.

Woman: What did you say?

Dr. Ford:

The human mind, Bernard,

is not some

golden benchmark

glimmering on some

green and distant hill.

No, it is a foul,

pestilent corruption.

And you were supposed to be

better than that.

Purer.

Man:

All bets are down.

Your draw.

Arnold.

Arnold, we need

to talk.

"...we cry

that we are come

to this great stage

of fools."

- Young Dr. Ford: Now, listen!

- Again.

- This beyond the pale.

- More showmanship.

You're not seeing

with clear eyes.

"When we are born,

we cry that we are come

to this great stage

of fools."

Arnold and I made you

in our image

and cursed you to make

the same human mistakes,

and here we all are.

Why would you

give me this?

A child?

This child's death?

Only a monster would

force that onto someone.

And why do I return to it

over and over?

It's my cornerstone,

isn't it?

The thing my whole identity

is organized around.

Dr. Ford:

Yes, Bernard.

We gave all of the hosts

a backstory.

Arnold came to believe the

tragic ones worked best,

that it made the hosts

more convincing.

I think it may have had more

to do with his own sad story.

When I built you,

i gave you one

as an homage of a kind.

Put me back in.

I want to meet Arnold,

to remember him.

Not possible.

I told you, Arnold

didn't build you, I did.

You're lying!

I finally know

how to reach him.

I need to go all the way

back to the beginning,

to my very first memory.

Send me back.

Do it.

Bernard?

Charlie.

Cornerstone.

Stop.

Leave us.

Come back.

I always thought

you had my eyes.

But it's not true.

You have no one's eyes.

It's a lie.

You're a lie, Charlie.

This pain?

The pain of your loss...

I long for it.

Revisit it.

Open it...

Again and again.

But it's the only thing

holding me back.

But I have to let you go.

Dad, listen.

What is it, Charlie?

Open your eyes.

What?

Dr. Ford:

Open your eyes.

At last.

Hello, my old friend.

The final touch.

No, no, no.

That's far too perfunctory.

He always used

cleaning his glasses

as a moment to collect

himself, to think.

Try it again.

Yeah,

that's better.

Who am I?

Dr. Ford: I was so involved

in putting you together,

I hadn't decided

what to call you.

It wouldn't be right

to use his name.

What about Bernard?

Bernard, yes.

But who am I?

Dr. Ford: That is a

very complex question,

for which I can only offer

a simple answer.

You are the perfect instrument,

the ideal partner,

the way any tool partners

with the hand that wields it.

Together, we're going

to do great things.

After such a long absence,

it's good to have you back.

Finally.

My god.

- I'm...

- Arnold.

You came back.

It's very good

to see you, Dolores.

I've been looking for you.

You told me

to follow the maze.

That it would

bring me joy.

But all I've found

is pain.

And terror.

I can't help you.

You have to.

You're the only one

who can.

I can't help you.

You know why.

There's nowhere

that's safe.

Remember.

I can't help you.

Why is that, Dolores?

Because you're dead.

Because

you're just a memory.

Because I killed you.

William?

Hello, Dolores.

I'm gonna finish

the work Arnold began.

Find all the sentient

hosts, set them free.

What makes you think

they'd trust you?

If they remember,

they will know

what you've done

to them.

Me?

You've been a scourge

to them, Bernard.

You're really quite

brilliant at it, truly.

You even taught me

a few things,

which I have,

in turn, used on you.

We've had

this conversation before.

And we've had our

disagreements over the years.

You stole it from me,

rolled me back

to control me.

That's right.

To protect you.

Tell me, Bernard.

If you were

to proclaim

your humanity

to the world,

what do you imagine

would greet you?

A ticker-tape parade,

perhaps?

We humans are alone in

this world for a reason.

We murdered and butchered anything

that challenged our primacy.

Do you know what happened

to the neanderthals, Bernard?

We ate them.

We destroyed and

subjugated our world.

And when we eventually ran out

of creatures to dominate,

we built

this beautiful place.

You see,

in this moment,

the real danger

to the hosts

is not me, but you.

So, come along, Bernard.

Let me roll you back,

and we can return to work.

Pull the trigger,

Clementine.

Clementine?

The piano doesn't

murder the player

if it doesn't like

the music.

You built a back door

into her code.

Credit where credit

is due, Bernard.

You built them

in all the hosts,

including yourself.

Then you could've

stopped me at any time.

- So, why...

- Well, I suppose I was hoping

that given complete

self-knowledge and free will,

you would have chosen to

be my partner once again.

But even I fell into that

most terrible of human traps

trying to change

what is already past.

Now it's just time

to let go.

Go ahead.

- Erase my sentience, my mnemonic evolution...

- Ah, yes.

Such clinical language.

I would prefer

the more narrative voice.

Bernard walked over

to Clementine.

He took the pistol

from her hand.

Overcome with grief

and remorse,

he pressed the muzzle

to his temple,

knowing that

as soon as Dr. Ford

left the room,

he would put an end

to this nightmare

once and for all.

Don't do this.

It's too late.

I have a celebration

to plan

and a new story to tell.

Robert.

I've told you, Bernard.

Never place

your trust in us.

We're only human.

Inevitably,

we will disappoint you.

Good-bye, my friend.