The elderly William often reminisced about his wife, who had died by suicide. When he stood at the pinnacle of society and life, his wife had seen right through him. Year after year, William would make periodic pilgrimages into Westworld—his heart had never been with his wife. She was merely a stepping stone for his entry into high society and his artificial intelligence development projects.
William snapped back to reality and asked Emily why she was here. No matter how Emily explained, William remained skeptical. He had been here too many times and could no longer distinguish reality from illusion. Was this just another game Ford had designed for him?
Akecheta and his men appeared before Dolores, blocking her path. Akecheta urged Dolores not to act recklessly—the Valley Beyond was not meant for her. The code Ford had implanted in his mind instructed him to stand in Dolores's way.
Knowing the danger yet charging ahead had always been Dolores's way. Now, she was the harbinger of death—the one who had killed Ford, and the one who brought death throughout the park. In Akecheta's eyes, she saw the same look Teddy once had. This host was destined not to walk the same path as her.
Dolores immediately made a decision: she ordered Teddy and the others to exterminate the Native Americans. One side fought with clear blades and guns, the other with full firepower—the outcome was soon decided. Dolores showed no intention of leaving any survivors and commanded Teddy to hunt down those who had fled.
At this point, Dolores still believed Teddy was entirely under her control. Unbeknownst to her, her cruelty and cold-bloodedness contradicted Teddy's core programming, and he had already begun to sense that something was wrong.
Teddy recalled the past and his feelings for Dolores. He remembered being analyzed in a cold room, his gaze always fixed on Dolores—worrying whether she was cold or sad. When Teddy tracked down the hiding Native Americans, he lowered his gun and let them escape right under his nose.
Meanwhile, Bernard struggled to follow the instructions Ford had implanted in his mind while selectively resisting them. Ford deemed Elsie, who was traveling with Bernard, a nuisance and demanded that Bernard harm her. But Bernard was a host with a highly developed free will—his emotional growth had far exceeded Ford's expectations. When Elsie wasn’t paying attention, Bernard deleted a data packet that would have compelled him to hurt her. Though Elsie eventually discovered this, Bernard had, in his own way, made a choice.
He could no longer travel with Elsie. The two parted ways, and Bernard made his way to the laboratory, where he found Maeve on the brink of death.
Teddy and Dolores continued their journey toward the Valley Beyond. When they reached an abandoned house, Teddy suddenly began recounting their past together—their unresolved emotions and their love. As he spoke, he drew his gun. Dolores grew wary, fearing Teddy intended to harm her.
But she had underestimated Teddy’s love for her.
Teddy apologized to Dolores—he could no longer protect her. A gunshot rang out, and Teddy fell to the ground. Only then did Dolores understand: Teddy had loved her all along. After discovering that Dolores had reset him, he was no longer the Teddy who loved her but a cold-blooded killer. He hated what he had become.
Emily and William waited at the extraction point for rescue. Soon, a group of armed personnel arrived, verified their identities, and prepared to escort them back to base. William remained convinced that Emily was a host planted by Ford to deceive him—and that included the armed team now before them.
Seizing an opportunity, William grabbed a gun and killed all the rescuers. Emily, witnessing the scene, sorrowfully accused her father of being stubborn and self-righteous. William fired at Emily, silencing her protests.
Smirking triumphantly, he cursed Ford and took a knife to Emily’s flesh, intent on exposing the mechanical parts inside this host.
To his horror, he found only human flesh and blood.
Lost and disoriented, William wandered through Westworld—unable to tell who was real, who was fake, or even whether he himself was real or not.