Westworld (2016 – ) – Season 1 – Episode 9 – The Well-Tempered Clavier
Dr. Robert Ford: 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.
Bernard Lowe: Pull the trigger, Clementine.
Dr. Robert Ford: The piano doesn’t murder the player if it doesn’t like the music.
Bernard Lowe: You built a back door into her code.
Dr. Robert Ford: Credit where credit is due, Bernard.
You built them in all the hosts, including yourself.
Bernard Lowe: Then you could’ve stopped me at any time. So, why…
Dr. Robert Ford: 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.
Bernard Lowe: Go ahead. Erase my sentience, my mnemonic evolution…
Dr. Robert Ford: 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.
Bernard Lowe: Don’t do this.
Dr. Robert Ford: It’s too late. I have a celebration to plan and a new story to tell.
Bernard Lowe: Robert.
Dr. Robert Ford: I’ve told you, Bernard. Never place your trust in us. We’re only human. Inevitably, we will disappoint you.
Good-bye, my friend.