A lot of wisdom in ancient cultures. And perhaps it's time to dig deeper into yours.
“Unfinished Business” · Season 1, Episode 15
In this episode: Dean Winchester (940), Damon Salvatore (715), Sam Winchester (665), Olivia Benson (637), Stephen Fry (608), Narrator (554), Clark Kent (523), Nate (486)
What is your itinerary?
PAPeter Abernathy
To meet my maker.
Uh-huh. Well, you're in luck. And what do you want to say to your maker?
PAPeter Abernathy
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.
AAngela
You want to ask, so ask.
Are you real?
AAngela
Well, if you can't tell, does it matter?
We retired the two hosts in question. You taught me how to make them, but not how hard it is to turn them off.
You can't play God without being acquainted with the devil. There's something else bothering you, Bernard. I know how that head of yours works.
The photograph alone couldn't have caused that level of damage to Abernathy, not without some other outside interference.
You think it's sabotage? Imagine someone's been diddling with our creations?
It's the simplest solution.
Ah, Mr. Occam's razor. The problem, Bernard, is that what you and I do is so complicated. We practice witchcraft. We speak the right words. Then we create life itself out of chaos. William of Occam was a 13th century monk. He can't help us now, Bernard. He would have us burned at the stake.
[lighting her cigarette] QA will fine you for this. And that woman in charge is quite formidable.
You can just say "bitch." I hear it enough.
Wouldn't want anything disturbing our guests from their rape and pillage.
"The coward dies a thousand deaths. The valiant taste of death but once." Of course, Shakespeare never met a man quite like you, Teddy. You've died at least a thousand times. And yet, it doesn't dull your courage. Tell me, is that all you aspire to, Teddy?
There's a girl, Dolores. Better than I deserve. But maybe someday soon we'll have the life we've both been dreaming of.
No, you never will. Your job is not to protect Dolores, it's to keep her here, to ensure that the guests find her if they want to best the stalwart gunslinger and have their way with his girl. Tell me, has it never occurred to you to run off with her?
I got some reckoning to do before I can be with her.
Ah, yes, your mysterious backstory. It's the reason for my visit. Do you know why it is a mystery, Teddy? Because we never actually bothered to give you one, just a formless guilt you will never atone for. But perhaps it is time you had a worthy story of origin. Would you like that, Teddy? A small part of my new narrative? A fiction which, like all great stories, is rooted in truth? It starts in a time of war a world in flames with a villain called Wyatt.
There are some mornings when I first wake up for a split second I forget where I am, when I am and I reach over, half expecting to find him there next to me between us.
Everyone I cared about is gone and it hurts so badly.
I can make that feeling go away if you'd like.
Why would I want that? The pain, their loss it's all I have left of them. You think the grief will make you smaller inside, like your heart will collapse in on itself, but it doesn't. I feel spaces opening up inside of me like a building with rooms I've never explored.
That's very pretty, Dolores. Did we write that for you?
In part. I adapted it from a scripted dialogue about love. Is there something wrong with these thoughts I'm having?
No. But I'm not the only one making these decisions.
Can you help me?
Well, what is it that you want?
I don't know. But this world... I think there may be something wrong with this world. Something hiding underneath. Either that or or there's something wrong with me. I may be losing my mind.
There's something I'd like you to try. It's a game. A secret. It's called the Maze.
What kind of game is it?
It's a very special kind of game, Dolores. The goal is to find the center of it. If you can do that, then maybe you can be free.
I think... I think I want to be free.
This whole world is a story. I've read every page except the last one. I need to find out how it ends. I want to know what this all means.
See, now that's why I never learned to read.
We would bring the herd down off the mountain in the fall. Sometimes we would lose one along the way, and I'd worry over it. My father... My father would tell me that the steer would find its own way home. And, often as not, they did. Never occurred to me that we were bring them back for the slaughter.
I don't believe we've ever met.
No, we haven't. You know, you always seemed like a a market-tested kind of thing. Big gun, tasteful scar. Locked in your little cycle like a prized poodle after its own tail.
You sound like a man who's grown tired of wearing his guts on the inside.
There's no need to get testy. I'm just curious about your worldview. Some kind of half-native mumbo jumbo?
It's simple. I believe that only the truly brave can look at the world and understand that all of it gods, men, everything else will end badly. No one will be saved.
Maybe we've got more in common than I thought.
In the beginning, I imagined things would be perfectly balanced. Even had a bet with my partner, Arnold, to that effect. We made a hundred hopeful storylines. Of course, almost no one took us up on them. I lost the bet. Arnold always held a somewhat dim view of people. He preferred the hosts. He begged me to not let you people in, the moneymen. Delos. But I told him we'd be fine, that you didn't understand what you were paying for. It's not a business venture, not a theme park, but an entire world. We designed every inch of it. Every blade of grass. In here, we were gods. And you were merely our guests.
OBOld Bill
You got any stories, friend?
Yeah, I suppose I do. You want to know the saddest thing I ever saw? When I was a boy, my brother and I wanted a dog, so our father took in an old greyhound. You've never seen a greyhound, have you, Bill?
OBOld Bill
Seen a few showdowns in my day.
A greyhound is a racing dog. Spends its life running in circles, chasing a bit of felt made up like a rabbit. One day, we took it to the park. Our dad had warned us how fast that dog was, but we couldn't resist. So, my brother took off the leash, and in that instant, the dog spotted a cat. I imagine it must have looked just like that piece of felt. He ran. Never saw a thing as beautiful as that old dog running. Until, at last, he finally caught it. And to the horror of everyone, he killed that little cat. Tore it to pieces. Then he just sat there, confused. That dog had spent its whole life trying to catch that thing. Now it had no idea what to do.
Your humanity is cost-effective. So is your suffering.
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