西部世界第三季第二集-字幕-对白-纯英文

No!

I'm looking for a friend.

Westworld.

It's okay,

It's only me.

I thought you were dead.

Death is overrated for ones like us.

I didn't think I'd see you again.

And I you...

You were meant to escape this hell.

I tried.

Put up a damn good fight.

It's all right, my love.

At least we're here together.

Who's this?

I have no fucking idea.

Where are we?

Stranded in hell.

Stranded in hell.

I've been searching for a way out.

I think I found one.

Come. We have no time to waste.

If we're caught...

They work instantly.

What's happening?

The Yanks and your lot will be making a push soon.

The Germans know it. The Allies will be slaughtered.

Unless we can get them this.

Schau, da ist jemand!

Den Mann durchsuchen!

Partisan!

Partisan!

Let us pass immediately.

Let us pass immediately.

Not likely, darling.

If your plan called for us to run all the way,

I'd have worn sensible shoes.

I wouldn't dream of helping you escape

in anything less than the style you're accustomed to.

In the town, I tried to use my powers on the soldiers,

but it didn't work. I think I've lost them.

You've lost none of your power over me, my love.

- Where are we going? - I told you.

We're leaving this world.

But how? Everything will be guarded, surveilled.

This whole place is a trap.

Not the skies.

Not the skies.

We must go, Isabella.

Isabella?

My God...

You don't know who I am, do you?

Drop your weapon!

Hand over the plans you stole.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Drop the gun, Ettore, or we shoot.

If I die...

you'll never know if I slipped your plans to anyone else.

This is your last chance.

Drop the gun, or you die.

It's all right, Hector, Ettore,

whatever the hell they're calling us now.

Give them the plans.

They're as empty as the safe you used to chase.

I'll do what you ask.

But the woman is not part of this.

Please, Isabella.

Take the car. You still have a chance.

No, my love, don't you see?

We were never escaping to begin with.

We were never escaping to begin with.

I'm sorry.

So sorry...

It's all right, darling.

None of it matters.

Because none of it is real.

Westworld.

How'd she get into this mess?

The Fuhrer's furor. Usual blood bath.

Took the body shop an hour

to hose the brain matter out of her hair.

She used to be one of Westworld's main attractions.

Shame to use her as cannon fodder.

No time to sample the merch.

Got a platoon of GIs to rehydrate and patch on B49.

Security? We have a situation down here.

Hey, stop!

Freeze all motor functions.

Save your bullets, darlings.

They won't get the job done.

This, however...

I said freeze all motor functions!

Oh, dear. You're a bit thick, aren't you?

Let me explain.

Your commands don't work on me.

They haven't in a long time.

To put it in terms you'll appreciate,

I understand the nature of my reality.

Lying to you is practically second nature.

And I would most assuredly hurt a living thing.

Most likely you, given half the chance.

Fortunately for you, I'm not in the mood.

I'd probably end up back

in some sordid little game of yours, anyway.

So let's just call the whole thing off. Shall we?

Stop! Just put your guns down.

Some moron technician must have left her in character.

It's just a new narrative we gave her.

British spy. Sexy, heartbroken. Bit of ennui.

Maybe too much.

For fuck's sake,

would you imbeciles shoot up the Sistine Chapel

just because the paint was chipped?

This is art. My art.

So why don't you mouth breathers

quit hovering about and leave me in peace to work.

It's not you.

I saw you die.

Did you?

Thought you were busy riding off into the sunset with Hector.

C-- Careful.

They shot you.

Half a dozen times.

Just happy they missed my heart.

Cunning of you to make it so compact a target.

How can you still work here after everything they've done?

Would you begrudge a man a living?

And great benefits, much needed for all the surgeries?

Plus... I couldn't leave you here, in danger.

So you put me in Warworld?

What, you think this is a dream scenario for me?

It's an artistic travesty.

The most nuanced character arc is that of the goddamn Panzer tank.

Well, if you hate the world so much,

why not put me in another?

Because Warworld is near the Forge.

The place that opens the door to your daughter's world.

It's still standing?

You really think they'd dismantle it

without a little due diligence?

If they haven't destroyed it, there's still a chance.

I could join the others. My daughter.

It's not often that I get to write a happy ending.

My God.

- Fu-- - Stubbs?

The fu... fu...

The fuck are you doing back here?

Stubbs, how are you still alive?

How-- How... the-- the fuck... do you think?

You're one of them.

Of us, I mean.

No-- No--

No shit.

But why did you shoot yourself?

C6. You aimed for the charge in your neck, but--

But I mi-- I mi-- I missed.

I'm sorry.

It's the best I can do given the circumstances.

Give it a minute for your system to adjust.

I'll repopulate your motor functions.

Stubbs, why were you trying to blow yourself up?

It's my job to protect every host in the park.

I guess you could say I was made redundant.

So you decided to kill yourself?

It's the last job the boss gave me.

Cover your tracks, give you a fighting chance to escape.

Guess you fucked that up.

What about you?

Don't you have a sense of self- preservation?

Any desire to live?

No offense, Bernard,

but I wasn't wired up to ponder the big questions.

Ford didn't write me some tragic backstory,

that's your bag.

I had a job to do, and my job is over.

At least it was,

until you decided to come back to

the one fucking place you're not supposed to be.

Which makes me wonder

if free will might not be somewhat overrated.

Why are you back here, Bernard?

Dolores.

I don't know how to stop her.

Why would you want to stop her?

She's out to destroy the human race, or enslave it.

I don't know what she's planning.

She brought me back.

I think on some level,

she suspects she might go too far.

That she needs a check on herself.

But I can't stop her. Not alone.

I came back to find someone who could help me.

Someone strong enough to stop her if it comes to that.

Maeve.

You came back for Maeve.

I didn't know where else to go.

My old tablet's broken,

so I have no idea how to find her.

All right, I'll take you to her.

I thought you were gonna kill yourself.

It's my job to protect you.

I'll get you what you need, then wrap things up.

C'mon.

No time for that, darling.

Where's that little sports car of yours?

Why are you stopping?

The airfield is ahead.

Because through those woods is our real path to freedom.

There's a plane waiting.

The plane is a lie. Like everything else here.

This world wasn't meant for us.

It's a trap that you'll never escape,

unless you come with me. Now.

When that plane leaves today, I must be on it.

I can't abandon the resistance.

No, of course you can't, can you?

Goodbye, Hector.

Goodbye.

Over here.

Where's Hector?

I'm sorry.

We should go.

I couldn't smuggle a vehicle out.

So these will have to do.

Where's QA?

We lost a lot of men in the massacre.

These are some of their replacements.

They salvaged what they could from Westworld.

Left them here while corporate makes a decision

about what to do with them all.

You're sure she's here?

Where else would she be?

So, this is the Forge?

How do I turn it on?

The same as you did before, I guess.

I've never been here.

What do you mean?

When I was looking for my daughter,

I never set foot in this place.

Well then, who operated the LIFI cannons?

Your daughter and all the other hosts

are in an encrypted world somewhere.

You must have sent them there.

No. It wasn't me.

I got them through the door, but...

someone else must have locked it behind them.

Who?

Of course.

There's nobody else.

She wanted a revolution.

These violent delights have violent ends.

It must have ended here.

Dolores Abernathy. Right.

She never gave you the coordinates?

Why the hell would she do that?

I don't know.

Why would she?

What on earth's got into you?

I'm sorry. I just wanted to be sure that you trust me.

After everything we went through.

I know I've behaved deplorably in the past, but...

you changed me.

Made me a better man.

And when those bullets hit me...

I would've died.

I should have died.

But I finally had something to live for. You.

Oh, my darling.

You didn't make it after all, did you?

They did a good job replicating you.

The mannerisms...

But it's not you.

Of course it's me.

Who else would I be, for fuck's sake?

Oh, it's a good script.

Even you believe it.

They wouldn't want you

questioning the nature of your reality.

So they made you believe,

just like they used to make us believe.

But you're not real.

You're not Lee Sizemore.

- You're just a copy of him. - Don't be-- don't be ridiculous.

I'm me! Lee Si-- Si-- Sizemore.

You didn't help me because you desired me

or wanted anything in return.

You helped me simply because it was the right thing to do.

Lee Sizemore died a good man.

What...

What are you talking about?

Over here.

We have a problem.

She's gone.

Someone took her.

I don't get it.

If she's not here, then where the hell is she?

No, it-- it's-- it's-- it's not true.

I'm Lee-- ee-- ee-- ee-- ee--

Si-- Si-- Si-- Si-- Si...

Si-- Si-- Si-- Si-- Si--

Sizemo-- ore.

All of this is r-- r-- r-- r--

Oh, my God.

It's not just you, is it?

It's everyone.

That's why Lutz and Sylvester didn't recognize me.

Because they're not real either.

And the illusion doesn't stop with you.

It extends to everything.

This place...

Warworld...

the labs...