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He found a way to access them, like a subconscious.

A hooker with hidden depths?

Every man's dream.

It's the tiny things that make them seem real, that make the guests fall in love with them.

(Beeping)

Excuse me.

(Beeping stops)

We have a problem?

We have some unscheduled activity.

Evidently, one of your creatures is restless.

In the park?

No, sublevel 83, cold storage.

We should be cautious.

Send a response team, full armor.

I'll take care of it myself.

I think you guys enjoy playing dress up as much as the guests.

The hosts can't hurt you by design.

You don't have kids at home, do you, Bernard?

No.

If you did, you'd know that they all rebel eventually.

You'll forgive them for being a little uptight.

Every time your team rolls out an update, there's a possibility of a critical failure.

We don't update the hosts in cold storage and the park hasn't had a critical failure in over 30 years.

Meaning we're overdue.

I'll go along, too. If it's one of mine, I might be able to help.

They're only yours until they stop working, Bernie.

Then they're mine.

(Elevator rattling)

(guns cocking)

(beeping)

Cooling system's been down for weeks.

Gonna smell fantastic. I recommend you hang back.

Bernard:
When are they gonna fix this?

Livestock management's got other priorities.

(Beeping)

Besides... no one's complained.

Host:
Here's to the lady with the white shoes.

Take all your money, drink all your booze.

Stop.

Unless you plan to decommission the boss.

(Glasses clink)

Ain't got a cherry, that ain't no sin.

She's still got the box that the cherry come in.

(Whirring)

I'll drink to that.

The old coffin varnish.

They don't make that like they used to.

Hmm.

They don't make anything like they used to.

Damn right. Men neither.

I've seen a few showdowns in my day.

More than you know.

(Chuckles)

(liquid pours)

Shall we drink to the lady with the white shoes?

Perhaps we better drink to a... deep and dreamless slumber.

Old Bill here was always a good listener.

He was the second host we ever built.

Were you with us in those days, Bernard, or was that before your time?

Most were decommissioned before I was brought on, I'm afraid.

They repeated themselves, broke down constantly.

A simple handshake would give them away.

You'll put yourself away again, won't you, Bill?

I saw the new gestures, the reveries.

They're beautiful.

The distance you've traveled from then till now, it's remarkable.

Yeah, that's a word for it.

Morning, Daddy. You sleep well?

Well enough.

You headed out to set down some of this natural splendor?

Thought I might.

After my errands, of course.

See you home before dark.

That bandit who gunned down the marshal is still hiding up there in the hills.

I'm not a child anymore. I'll be just fine.

When I was a law man...

Yes, Daddy, I know all about when you were a law man.

I know all your stories and so does every boy that ever came courting.

I know how boys think. Was one myself once.

Given to all manner of drinking and mischief.

Whatever happened to that fearsome ne'er-do-well?

He vanished the day I became your father.

I am what I am because of you, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

I know, Daddy.

I'll be home before dark.

(Bell ringing)

(chatter)

(hammer clanging)

Sheriff:
Murderous son of a b*tch Hector Escaton gunned down the marshal.

He's now holed up in the mountains.

You there.

You look like the kind of man who'd put his mettle to it.

What do you think, honey?

Sounds fun.

You're new.

Not much of a rind on you.

I'll give you a discount.

No offense, but I'd rather earn a woman's affection than pay for it.

(speaking Chinese)

Clarence:
Wait, wait, I know that one.

Hey, Teddy.

Yeah, last trip, this dude showed me around.

What's the good word, Teddy?

Mighty kind of you.

Sweet.

Not as sweet as you.

I'm afraid I've got other plans tonight, Dolores.

Have a pleasant evening.

You're new. Not much of a...

Place your bets, gentlemen. Place your bets.

(Flies buzzing)

(whistles)

(horse whinnies)

Yeah, looks like Hector's been this way.

Any idea how much longer this is gonna take?

My wife doesn't want to be up here after dark.

We know he's up in these hills somewhere.

He's gonna put up one hell of a fight when we...

When we... when we...

Sheriff?

Something is wrong with it. I want to head back to town.

Now.

Lee:
What the f*ck is wrong with it?

You updated the guy, and now he's a six-foot gourd with epilepsy.

So what the f*ck happened?

I don't know.

Well, that's exactly what you want to hear from your head of programming.

We haven't finished the diagnostic yet.

Clearly it's exhibiting some aberrant behavior.

Pretty f*cking aberrant, Bernie.

Your hosts get sick, they get lost, but this is grotesque.

Is it a problem with the update?

Possible, but not likely.

If it's the unlikely version, how many hosts have you updated so far?

Maybe 10% of the population.

All right, we pull all updated hosts until we can figure it out.

Are you f*cking kidding me?

That's 200 hosts spread across a dozen active storylines.

The guests interrupt your precious storylines all the time when they want to shoot or f*ck something.

No, when they want to.

We sell complete immersion in 100 interconnected narratives.

A relentless f*cking experience.

Now, you pull one character, the overall story adjusts.

You pull 200 at once, and it's a f*cking disaster!

I mean, what do you propose we do?

Close down? Issue f*cking gift certificates?

It's beautiful... Your brow.

When you're angry but trying to control it, the fine muscles pull into a little arc.

It's elegant.

Would you mind if I recorded it?

I'd love to show it to my team.

No, Bernard, you may not record it.

Ah, there it is again.

We have 1,400 guests in the park.

I need to know if they're in any danger.

His core code is intact, which means he can't hurt a guest.

He literally couldn't hurt a fly.

All he can do is...

(snorts)

...that.

All right, Bernie.

Run a diagnostic.

In the meantime, there's so much as an unscripted sneeze, I want to know about it.

(Beeping)

(bird screeching)

(chatter, laughter)

(people grunting, moaning)

This place is f*cking wild.

Clarence:
This is basic.

Level one.

You ride out of town, that's when the real demented sh1t begins.

That's where my man Teddy comes in.

He's like a guide.

Honestly, the guy kind of creeps me out.

(laughs)

f*ck it, he leads us out in the canyons, we get bored, we just use him for target practice.

Father:
I don't think we're supposed to be cross the river.

It's too adult for Jacob.

We didn't mean to bother you.

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