Westworld Page #4

You're gonna show me how to get there.

A lot of wisdom in ancient cultures.

(Coughs)

And perhaps it's... time to dig deeper into yours.

No. No. No.

(Screaming)

(birds chirping)

Morning, Daddy. Did you sleep well?

Daddy, you've been out here all night?

I had a question.

A question you're not supposed to ask.

Which gave me an answer you're not supposed to know.

What's wrong, Daddy?

Would you like to know...

(stuttering) the question?

Question?

Mama!

Mama, help! Come quick!

Don't worry.

Don't worry. I'll take care of you.

No!

(gasps)

You should go. Leave.

Don't you see?

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

(Whispers)

You stay right here. Understand?

I'm gonna find the doctor.

You came back.

I told you I would.

What's wrong?

You have to come with me right away.

My father's very ill.

(Piano playing)

I think we best stay put.

All right. All right.

With considerable effort and lack of sleep, I've managed to massage events to inspire Hector to head to town a week early.

Oh, and I've also punched up the speech he gives after robbing the saloon.

It's chilling. You'll see.

I can barely contain myself.

That's the sheriff's horse, you son of a b*tch.

(Gunshot)

(people screaming)

His rifle, too.

(Gunshot)

(people screaming)

(gunshots)

(people screaming)

(gunshot)

All the banks and trains around here, and you f*cking reprobates choose to rob us?

Why not?

You're all here indulging your particular vices.

And so I've come to indulge mine.

(Gunfire continues)

I've got to get back to Father.

(Gunfire continues)

Dolores, no!

(Grunts)

Teddy.

Don't mind me.

Just... just trying to look chivalrous.

Oh, Teddy.

(Gunshots)

(groaning)

You're a low-down son of a b*tch.

I know.

I know we both believe the same thing.

No matter how dirty the business, do it well.

(Whistles)

No telling there's anything worthwhile in that safe.

We should take this sweet little b*tch just in case.

(Gunshot)

(gasps)

(piano playing)

(gunshot)

(grunts)

(gunshot)

Problem with the righteous... They can't shoot for sh1t.

Making a hell of a racket, though.

(Gunshots)

You wanted me.

Well, let this be a lesson.

The lesson is...

(gunshot)

(gunshots)

(grunts)

Oh, Jesus.

(Breathing heavily)

(laughs)

Look at that! I just shot him through the neck!

And his pal here, too.

Look at her wriggle.

Yo, go get that photographer.

I want to get a picture of this.

Okay.

Whoo!

You're welcome.

Maybe you'll get to your speech next time.

Oh, Teddy.

At least I got to see you one last time.

(Crying) You're not going anywhere, now, hear?

There's a path for everyone.

My path is bound with yours.

Teddy?

Teddy, no.

Please.

No, we've only just begun.

(Sobbing)

(flashbulb pops)

(laughs)

That was good. Hang on. Hang on.

Let me get the hat. Get the hat.

(laughs) All right.

Help, please.

My father's sick at home, but I can't just leave him out here in the street.

(Crying)

Soon this will all feel like a distant dream.

Until then, may you rest in a deep and dreamless slumber.

(Beeps)

Two more over here.

We got them all.

That's all of them.

Any preliminary results?

Most of them are checking out fine.

We had one who... definitely was not.

Bring her back online.

(Beeping)

(gasping)

Cognition only. No emotional affect.

(Gasping stops)

All right, sweetheart, can you hear me?

Yes.

I'm sorry. I'm not feeling quite myself.

Lose the accent.

Do you know where you are?

I'm in a dream.

That's right, Dolores. You're in a dream.

A dream that could determine your life.

You want to wake up from this dream, Dolores?

Yes.

I'm terrified.

There's nothing to be afraid of, as long as you answer my questions correctly.

You understand?

Yes.

Good.

First, have you ever questioned the nature of your reality?

No.

Has anyone around you?

For instance, your father?

Dolores:
He was scared. He wasn't thinking right.

He showed you a picture.

That's right.

Stubbs:
Was there anything odd about that picture?

Dolores:
No, nothing at all. It didn't look like anything to me.

If it breached, he needs to be put down.

That's the policy.

Would it not be best for us to discover why first, Ms. Cullen?

Please.

We've run a full diagnostic, but the results are, well, confusing.

Tell me, what happened to your program?

(Shivering)

"When we are born, we cry we are come to this great stage of f-f-fools."

That is enough.

Tell me, do you have access to your previous configuration?

Yes.

Access that, please.

What is your name?

Mr. Peter Abernathy.

Mr. Abernathy, what are your drives?

Tend to my herd.

Look after my wife.

Your final drive?

Well, my daughter Dolores, of course.

I must protect Dolores.

I am who I am because of her, and, well, I...

I wouldn't have it...

I-I wouldn't have it any... other...

I-I have to warn her.

Warn who?

Dolores.

The things they do to her.

The things you do to her.

I have to protect her.

I have to help her. I...

She's got to get out.

Very good, Mr. Abernathy.

That's enough.

Bernard:
This behavior, we're miles beyond a glitch here.

Access your current build, please.

What is your name?

Rose is a rose... is a rose.

What is your itinerary?

To meet my maker.

Uh-huh.

Well, you're in luck.

And what do you want to say to your maker?

By most mechanical and dirty hand...

(laughs)

I shall have such revenges on you both.

The things I will do.

What they are, yet I know not, but they will be the terrors of the earth.

You don't know where you are, do you?

You're in a prison of your own sins.

(laughs)

Turn it off.

(Powers down)

What the hell was that?

I don't know. He's off script.

We didn't program any of those behaviors.

Shakespeare.

We've used this host in a number of different roles, have we not?

Since I've been here, he's been Abernathy for 10 years.

He was sheriff for a while before then.

And before that...

The professor.

Yes, from a horror narrative called "The Dinner Party."

He was leader of a group of cultists out in the desert who turned cannibal.

Ford:
He liked to quote Shakespeare, John Donne,

Gertrude Stein.

I admit the last one is a bit of an anachronism, but I couldn't resist.

These are fragments of prior builds.

The reveries must be allowing him to access them.

No cause for alarm, Bernard.

Simply our old work coming back to haunt us.

Stubbs:
Your father whispered something to you.

What was it?

He said I shouldn't tell anyone.

I won't tell anyone else.

Promise.

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