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ELLIOT: How do I take off
a mask when it stops
being a mask,

when it's as much
a part of me as I am?

10:00 a.m.
ALL: Amen.

ELLIOT: 12:00 p.m.
Life, love...

ELLIOT: 2:00 p.m.
I'm Ray.

ELLIOT: To stay as sane as
possible until he's gone.

I am not to be
gotten rid of.

PHILLIP: I find you
refreshing, young, bold...

Exactly what we
need right now.

The FBI believes that
I was behind the hack.

Gideon's gonna rat you out.

(GUNSHOT)
(SCREAMING)

ROMERO: Something ain't
right about this guy.
Bang!

I don't trust him.

WOMAN: We are in a war,
and they are picking us off
one by one.

(GUNSHOT)

(ON TV) Tyrell Wellick
and fsociety engaged
in this attack.

Bonsoir, Elliot.

(SEAGULLS CAWING)
(WAVES CRASHING)

(BELLS JINGLING)

All right, man,
explain this to me again.

Why are you
taking me to an arcade?

Well, I'm trying to tell you,
but you don't listen.

That's the problem
with your generation,
(LAUGHING)

too ADD to really
take in this world.

All right, all right,
break it down for me.

Well, to really get it,
I got to take you
back to 1924.

Husband-and-wife team,
the Bedfords...
Uh-huh.

...opened up a freak
show/dwarf sanctuary

on this land
you're about to be at.

Dwarf sanctuary?

Yeah, they called it
the Bedford Lilliputian.

A whole miniature
city scaled down

for dwarf and
midget inhabitants.

I mean, they also had
other freaks like
lion-faced man,

limbless woman,
shit like that.

But the dwarves were
the big money-maker.

Suffice to say,
the Bedfords were
a big hit.

Lines around
the corner...
Uh-huh.

...the biggest attraction
out here in Coney Island.

Then one year,
rumor has it,

the husband wakes up one
Christmas morning,

grabs a large
kitchen knife,

slices his wife's
throat open,

stabs his
little kids to death,

then slits
his own wrists.
Ugh.

No motive was
ever determined.

God.

Cut to the 1960s.

Woman named
Mary Meghan Fisher

decided to
buy up the place,

turned it into
an old-school arcade,

pinball machines,
skee-ball, the likes.

Called it
Games Games Games.

Shit, a bit on the nose,
if you ask me,

not to mention repetitive,
but at least it had clarity.

Mary Meghan even
installed a little bar

so she could get
drunk with her friends

and shoot pool at night.

And so she did,
almost every night.

Till one time in '86,
she got so liquored up,

she accidentally
fell off the bar stool

and landed hard
on the pool cue

she was holding.
Oh.

Went right through
her neck, clean.

Killed her
right on the spot.

What in the fuck are you
telling me this for, man?

ROMERO: Place remained
dormant until 2000,

when Ned Bosham bought up
the joint under the name

Fun Society Amusement, LLC.

Ned wanted to reopen
it as a classic arcade.

Now, why anyone would want
to start an arcade
in 2000 beats me,

but Ned Bosham
had it in his mind

that that's what
he wanted to do,

(DOOR OPENS)
and so he did.

(DOOR CLOSES AND LOCKS)

About a year ago,
his oldest son, Harold,

wanted to sell it,
but Ned wasn't
down with that.

So the oldest son, Harold,
being simpleminded
and needing money

for whatever simpleminded
folks need money for,
decided Dad had to go.

So Harold stole
his twin brother's
hunting rifle

and shot Dad
in the face.

Now, what Harold
wasn't counting on,

considering he had never
fired a weapon before,
was the kickback.

It kicked back so hard,
he tripped and fell

out of his dad's
20-story window.

By the time
he hit the ground,
his head opened up

like one of those
Gallagher watermelons.
(SCOFFS)

All this commotion
stirred awake

his twin brother, Clyde,

who, as he told it to me,
was in his bedroom

catching some Zs
when all this went down.

By the time he got
his bearings,

he was immediately arrested
for the double homicide

of his brother and father,
being the weapon
was in his name.

And how do you know Clyde?

He was my cellmate.

This place
made him crazy.

He thinks it's cursed.

Yeah. No shit, Sherlock.

Before I left the clink,
he gave me the keys
to the joint

and made me
swear to burn it down

before it caused
any more ruckus.

He swears it's haunted.

Believes it is the nexus
of all evil in the universe.

You buy into
any of this shit?

Fuck no, man.
I'm too broke to
be superstitious.

In a way, all this
hocus-pocus

keeps things clean
for whatever it is
you need to do.

The public
records are in limbo.

People down in county
don't even want to
touch the place.

I'm siphoning electricity
from the grid.

As far as
anyone's concerned,
it don't exist.

Now, on the market,
this joint would run you
about five grand a month,

but since it's you,
I'll give it to your
guy for half.

Come on, Mobley,
don't give me
that look, man.

You know how hard it is
for an ex-con to get a job.

Money's tight,

especially with
my mom's cataracts.
The bills are adding up.

I'm not here to
rent from you, Romero.

I want you to
work with us.

Hell no, man.
I just got out.

I ain't trying to
go back no time soon.

Just hear
my guy out, okay?

We need a phreaker.

Now, you know you're
the best in the game.

Don't try to
sweet-talk me,
motherfucker.

I don't need you to
tell me who's the
best in the game.

I invented
this shit, okay?

Now, either you're renting,
or I'm finding
somebody else,

but I cannot get
mixed up in whatever
it is you're doing.

Man, this is a chance
to get back at the system

that stole
six years of your life.

This is a
game changer, man.

Who's this guy, again?

He's... He's
a little weird.
(SIGHS)

But he's gonna
love this place.

He's got a thing
for Coney Island.

You'll like him.

Actually, you'll hate him.
But he's a genius.

Best coder
I've ever met.

And he wants to
meet you.

How much?

Oh, don't smile.
I ain't said yes yet.

Money's gonna be
the deciding factor
in all this,

and it's gonna need to
be a whole lot to
bring me back in.

That's the thing, man.

In a way,
this pays everything.

What happened to
the "U" and the "N"?

That? That's a story
for another time.

ELLIOT: Panic.
Here it comes again.

Remember? That sudden
sensation of fear,

overwhelming fear,

burrowing its way
underneath my brain,

making itself at home.

Nesting.

Screaming in my mind.

(LINE CLICKS)

MAN: It's good to
hear your voice.

Where are you?

Not yet where
I'm supposed to be.

But soon, very soon.

WOMAN: (ON TV)
Protesters are taking to

the streets in
massive numbers,

and police and
community leaders

are at a loss as to
what to do at this point.

And where is that?

MAN: I don't think
that's a good idea.

You think
someone's listening?

Don't tell me you're
having second thoughts.

You don't want me to have
to worry about you.

I need to know
what's going on.

It's not safe.

I wish it were.

Oh, how I wish.
How I wish.

I think about
you a lot, Elliot.

I think about that night
when we became gods.

That night.

I want to know
what happened.

Tell me
what happened.

Like he said,
it's not safe,
not on the phone.

I'm not gonna let you
make me a prisoner
of my own paranoia again.

If you're not paranoid,
you need me more than
you think you do.

We had a deal.
You wanted to
talk to him.

I delivered.

It's not my fault
he's Looney Tunes.

ELLIOT: He really expects
me to believe this?

Did we really talk to
the most wanted man
on the planet?

Why the fuck are
you asking them?

You heard him.
You talked to him.

I talk to you, too.
(SCOFFS)

What do you want, huh?

We had a deal.
I delivered!

What more do you want?

ELLIOT: What I've
always wanted.

For the panic
to finally stop.

WOMAN: (ON TV)
Shocking news
from last night,

Gideon Goddard,
owner and CEO of
Allsafe Cybersecurity,

considered ground
zero for the 5/9 attacks,

was shot dead at
a bar in Manhattan.

The suspected murderer
surrendered at the scene.

The alleged gunman,
whose name has yet
to be released...

ELLIOT: But it won't.

NELL: Just don't know why
you can't send me a new one.

You ain't even with E Corp.

Well, I guess
I never figured

you were all in bed
together like that.

How am I supposed
to pay the bills

if my autopay
stopped working?

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Okay, somebody's
at the door.

Guess I got to
call you back.

Uh-huh,
like you give a shit.
(KNOCKING CONTINUES)

Door's open. Come on in.

Hi, Mrs. Romero.
Oh.

I don't know where he at.
Ain't seen him for a bit.

Probably downstairs.

You know how he is.

Just comes and goes,
goes and comes.

MOBLEY: Rome!

Yo, Rome!
Where you at, man?

Rome.

Whoa. What the fuck
is that smell, man?

Rome?

Rome?

Shit.

(MACHINE BEEPING)

NEWSREADER:...but has
become a citywide epidemic
for families as well.

Now let's check in
with Jessie for our
five-borough weather report.

WOMAN: Thank you, Chris.
I wish I could tell you...

RAY: Got those at Mel's.
(LAUGHS)

Beautiful, huh? Sad to see
his shop shut down.

Was gonna leave it
to his nephew, too.

Kid with the burnt face.

You know what
I'm talking about?

What's his name?

(GROANS)

Can't think of it.

Anyway, with everything
going on with the trucking,

Mel says fresh deliveries
just aren't coming through.

Besides, now that
the allowance is down
to just $50 a day,

no one's spending it
on flowers.

(CHUCKLES)

I swear, the only way
I'm getting through this
is having breakfast with you.

Mets won again.
It's gonna be their year.

Yeah, I know. I know,
I know, I know, I know.

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Take it easy with
that dosage, cuz.

I ain't your keeper,
and I damn straight

ain't gonna be
your reaper,
neither, you dig?

Let's go!

What problem you trying
to solve anyway, man?

ELLIOT: How do I
tell him that someone
I cared about died?

I'm fine.

You know, that's what
you always saying, man.

So we're back to
the morphine?

ELLIOT: Don't listen to him.

What do you think that's
going to accomplish,
exactly?

It's not morphine.
It's Adderall.

This is your fault.

All of it.

Now it's time to
get rid of you.

ELLIOT: When a computer
gets hit with a kernel panic,

there's only so
much you can do.

An internal fatal error
is hard to recover from.

I mean, listen to that.
Internal fatal error.

Sounds pretty
fucking bad, you ask me.

But OD'ing on Adderall
was finally my way
of controlling him.

Do you have a moment,
Mr. Alderson?

ELLIOT: Is this the FBI?
Did Gideon rat me out?

(YELLING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SINGING IN OTHER LANGUAGE)

WOMAN: (ON PA)
This is a New Lots
Avenue-bound 4 train.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

WOMAN: (ON PA)
This is a Brooklyn-bound
2 express train.

Next stop is DeKalb Avenue.

MALE VOICE: Stand clear of
the closing doors, please.

(DOOR ALARM CHIMES)

Elliot and I both
warned you it was
a liability he sold drugs.

God damn it.

Why are you being
such an asshole?

He's dead.

Did anyone see you?

Just his mom.

What did you want me to do?
She was upstairs.

Fuck, Darlene.

What did we do?

(ELLIOT STRUGGLING)

(PANTING)

Where am I?

Where am I?

What are you doing?

What's that for?

What's that for?

No, no, wait.

No. No!

(MUFFLED GRUNTING)

(CHOKING)

MR. ROBOT: That's it.
Get that Adderall
out of your system.

Good boy.

That's it,
get those shitty
pills out of your system.

(GASPING)

I have burrowed
underneath your brain.

I am nested there.
I am the scream in your mind.

You will cooperate,
my son.

I will make you,
because I own you!

(GRUNTING)

I will not be owned.

(PHONE RINGING)

First, I want to
offer my condolences.

Terrible news
about your old boss.

I hear he was a good man.

Very unfortunate
when bad things
happen to good people.

Thank you, sir.

I've been pretty
broken up about it.

Second, this interview
that you've set up,
it's all wrong.

I want to do Fox
instead of Bloomberg.

No pre-interview,
and I want final approval
of all questions beforehand.

I'm on it.

Mr. Price?

I think this is a mistake.

Frankly, Fox isn't where
we should be right now.

Bloomberg is where investors
get their business news,

and if our goal is
to reassure them...
Sit down.

(SIGHS)

(EXHALES)

Have you ever had
dinner at Fidelio's?

No.

I haven't.

Used to be
a dive bar years ago.

It's since turned
into one of the nicest
restaurants in the city.

I know the chef.

He's very good.

I'll have Marcel
make a reservation.

You've never had Semifreddo
until you've had it there.

Okay.

I'll arrange
a car to pick you up.

Saturday, 8:00.

And, yes, you're right.

Bloomberg.
It's more appropriate.

We'll stick with that.

Thank you, sir.

I've noticed you
always look at that

before you leave my office.

Perhaps you find it as
fascinating as I do...

How a man can change
the whole world

with a bullet in
the right place.

Oh, no, what does
that say?

(LAUGHS)

Don't fall over.

You okay? You okay?

(WOMAN GASPS)

I don't want to go
to sleep another night

not knowing you're
not gonna be my wife.

(WOMAN LAUGHS)

Oh, my God.

MAN: Emilia,
will you marry me?

MAN 2: (ON TV) Next on Million
Dollar Listing New York...

Alexa, what time is it?

ALEXA: It is 4:03 AM.

WOMAN: (ON TV)
That's it, not a penny more.

MAN: (ON TV)
Whatever she says goes...

(CONTINUING INDISTINCTLY)

Alexa, stop.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(KEYS BEEPING)

(SNEEZES)

Ooh. Sorry.
Something's going around.

Victim's mother's
back at the station.

Didn't get much from her.

Down here.

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(GASPS)

All we got on
the victim so far is,

he's a known
hacker with a record.

Got busted in '08.
Served six years for some

small-time
computer fraud stuff.

(COUGHS)

Um...
It's okay.
I got gloves on.

Well, it doesn't matter
much if you sneeze
(SNEEZES)

on them. Okay.

Tell you what,
why don't you
hold this still?

We're still looking,

but it looks like
he only printed out

these three sheets
from the full FBI roster.

We contacted
everyone here

at the New York office.

You're the first to respond.

It doesn't mean much.
Thousands of FBI
names and contact details

were leaked a few months back.
Every hacker has this.

What are they doing?

It's forensics. We found
his desktop unlocked.

Uh, once we're
done analyzing it,

we'll send over
a full report.

Did you have them
check if the ports

were modified
at all before using them?

(CPU BURSTS)

MAN 1: Shit.
MAN 2: Fire extinguisher.

(SIGHS)

Well...

(COUGHING)

Here's my card in case
you find anything else.

Thanks again
for calling me.

I'd really talk to
your doctor about
getting a Z-Pak.

You really
shouldn't be out here
infecting your whole unit.

It's very
irresponsible of you.

(MIMICKING AIRPLANE HUM)

(BOTH SPEAKING FARSI)

TRENTON: According to
the police report,

there was no
sign of a robbery.

Someone was there
with the sole purpose
of offing him.

You're jumping
to conclusions.

What about
that Allsafe guy?

That's two murders in a row
associated with this hack.

They caught the guy.
It was just some wack-job.

Besides, I don't really care
discussing this with you,

given how easily you forgot
about what we started.

What, because I don't care
for stupid high jinks

like burning money in
the middle of a park?

That stupid high
jinks is killing

public confidence
in E Corp,

which is exactly
what we need to
be doing right now.

We might be getting
executed by the Dark Army,

and this is what you'd
rather be discussing?

It's not the Dark Army.

They don't know
Romero or the two of you.

They only
communicate through me,

and I sure as shit
didn't tell them anything.

You're not the only
person they've talked to.

He wouldn't do that.

The state Elliot's in,
we don't know...

Don't say what
you're thinking.

You don't want to
listen to reason,
that's on you.

But I'm taking off.
I'm not sticking
around to be next.

I'm gonna stay with
my buddy in Arizona.

If they wanted us dead,
we'd be dead already.

Besides, if you're just
gonna end up in Arizona,

then being dead isn't
that much of a downgrade.

Uh-huh?

Then what do you
suggest we do, then?

I'll talk to Elliot.

I'll hit you both
when I get more info.
Until then,

stop spazzing.

And be cool.

(SIGHS)

I don't trust her or
her crazy-ass brother.

You know he tried to
pull a gun on Romero?

Think about it, Trenton.
They're the only two

that talked
to the Dark Army.

Now they're trying to
tell us the Dark Army
isn't involved.

What are you saying?

I'm saying we just committed
the crime of the century,

and they're trying
to cover their tracks.

And right now,
we're the tracks.

RAY: A lot of life is
a balancing act.

We're all just
doing our best,

tightrope walking above
that pit of ungodly pain

that's daring us
to trip up.

Take money and health.

One isn't very useful
without the other, you know?

Case in point,

even though you've
been paid handsomely,

the physical condition
you're in right now

kind of
cancels that out.

And I'd like to
say upfront...

I'm very sorry
this happened to you.

The guys I deal with,
they can be ruthless.

Me, I'm more of a positive
reinforcement kind of guy.

You know,
I just happen to think
it's more productive.

(SOBBING)

Nevertheless,
that don't change
what's been done to you.

The person who did this
will get proportionate
retribution.

On that tip,
I still need you to
fix this thing for me.

Our site's been
down way too long.

Good news is,
once you bring it back up,

you will get your money,
and, in time,

God willing, your health.

That's all
I want to do here.

Help put your life
back in balance.

(SHUDDERING)

They keep emptying
the Bitcoin wallets,

and the server
keeps crashing.

I don't know
how to stop it.

I only know basic
network security measures.

You have to
find someone who...

Who can migrate
the site to another
more secure location,

and set up a system of
hot and cold wallets.

Please.

Please.

I can't...
I can't figure it out.

(SNIFFLING)

I could try to
convince him again.

Just because you beat
a man's face to a pulp

don't mean he gonna
know what he don't.

We're not animals.

We need to find
someone who can do

that migration thing
he keep talking about.

This heat wave
is a motherfucker.

What's the high
supposed to be today?

What you looking
at me for?

Turn on the goddamn
weather station, let's go.

ELLIOT: Can I tell you
a secret?

It's been three
days since I slept.

I'm up to about
200 milligrams now.

But that's not the secret.

He's gone.

You heard me.

He's gone.

It was so simple.

I'm way more aware now.

I'm way more focused.

And I'm feeling 100%.

(BEEPING)

He's gone.
He's gone. He's gone.

The Adderall is working,

and fuck if this drug
doesn't feel good.

I can even handle
talking with people.

Yo, bro, he's like...

Even Leon's stupid
Seinfeld philosophy

is starting to
sound fascinating.

So... So, he just...
He just...

He just ran out of the party,
pushing old people aside?

That's so funny.
Was there even a fire?

I mean, that's
classic George, am I right?

I don't like this, bro.

ELLIOT: Why haven't I
done this before?

Damn, these dishes
look immaculate.

I'm pretty sure
I even found God.

ALL: Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen.

Amen.
Amen.

Amen. Amen!

Amen, amen, amen, amen!
Amen! Amen!

Even the dumb basketball
game is enthralling.

The ball goes into a hoop.
Of course.

(WHOOPING)

Slam dunk!

ELLIOT: We can finally
be back to normal.

It'll just be me
and you, my friend.

We'll dine together.

Maybe I'll read to you.
Or we'll just talk.

But the point is, he's gone,

and now it's just us.

You're not buying
any of this, either.

Are you?

It was feeling
good for a few days.

It really was, wasn't it?

But this is the fifth
day of not sleeping,

I think.

Fifth.

Isn't that a funny word?

Shit.

There it is again.

(STATIC HISSING)

The overwhelming
fear building,

the burrowing, the nesting,

the scream.

(GARBLED VOICES)

(TALKING GIBBERISH)

I know, I know,
Leon's talking backwards.

This isn't good.

(STATIC HISS)

Yeah, I know.
That's very weird, too.

(COMPUTER CHIMING
CONTINUOUSLY)

ELLIOT: My internal
fatal error...

(LONG BEEPING)

From which my system
cannot safely recover.

(LONG RASPY BEEPING)

ELLIOT: Kernel panic.

Day number six
without sleep.

I'm crashing.

Next,
my consciousness will go.

The panic isn't
settling in anymore.

It's just there.

The scream in my
mind is coming back.

You are likable.

You are attractive.

You are beautiful.

ALL: Revolution! Revolution!

Revolution! Revolution!

MAN 1: What is
that solution?
MAN 2: Revolution!

Phillip Price, please.

Your party's here.
Do you want me

to show you
to the table?

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Angela.

Yes, come. Please, please.

I'd like you to meet
two of your colleagues.

Gentlemen,
introduce yourselves.

Saul Weinberg,
Managing Director
of Operations.

Hi. Angela.
It's nice to meet you.

Jim Chutney, SVP of BA.

Angela.

Phillip Price,
Master of the Universe.

(ALL LAUGHING)

All right.

Mmm-hmm.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Because of the situation,
you have to pay upfront now.

Well, a toast.

May new relationships
lead to new opportunities.

(PANTING)

Alexa, when is the
end of the world?

ALEXA: Unless it collides
with a very large rock

or a future technology
goes very wrong indeed,

Earth is most
likely to be destroyed
when the sun swells

into a red giant in
several billion years' time.

Right.

(KEYS BEEPING)

MAN: I know you want me
to talk about myself,
but I don't...

ELLIOT: The Adderall's
almost out of my system.

With that,
sleep will return.

Any second now,
he's gonna come back,

and my mind will be
under siege again.

This isn't something,
like, I...

Mr. Robot has
become my god,

and like all gods,
their madness
takes you prisoner.

There was this...

I guess I couldn't avoid
Gideon's death after all.

My dam of guilt is
finally cracking.

I want to cry,
but I'm so high
that I can't.

MAN: There was an Indian man
working behind the counter,

and I made fun
of his accent.

And talk like this.

"Hello, how are you doing?"

And one day,
he stood up for himself.

"Sir, I must ask you
to leave."

And something
snapped in me,

and I just popped
him in the face.

I saw red, man. I just...

I just kept punching
him and punching him.

And I hated him so much.

He was Indian.

(LAUGHING)

But it was raining.

There was a thunderstorm,
and I remember
stepping outside.

And the clouds parted,
and the sun came out.

And I knew that
that was God

showing up for me
in that moment.

He forgave me.

Jesus loves you.

And this was
clearly just a test.

ALL: Amen. Amen.

(LAUGHS)

Elliot,
would you like to share?

ELLIOT: No, man.
My system's hung.

God can help you.

Is that what God does?

He helps?

Tell me,

why didn't God
help my innocent friend
who died for no reason

while the guilty roam free?

Okay, fine.

Forget the one-offs.

How about the countless wars
declared in His name?

Okay, fine.

Let's skip the random,

meaningless murder
for a second, shall we?

How about
the racist, sexist,

phobia soup we've
all been drowning in
because of Him?

And I'm not just
talking about Jesus.

I'm talking about
all organized religion,

exclusive groups
created to manage control,

a dealer getting people
hooked on the drug of hope,

His followers
nothing but addicts

who want their hit of
bullshit to keep their...

Their dopamine
of ignorance,

addicts afraid to
believe the truth.

That there is no order,
there's no power,

that all religions are just
metastasizing mind worms

meant to divide us
so it's easier to rule us

by the charlatans
that want to run us.

All we are to them are
paying fanboys of their

poorly written
sci-fi franchise.

If I don't listen to
my imaginary friend,

why the fuck should
I listen to yours?

People think
their worship's
some key to happiness.

That's just how
He owns you.

Even I'm not crazy
enough to believe that

distortion of reality.

So fuck God.

He's not a good
enough scapegoat for me.

ELLIOT: Please tell me
I didn't say all of that
out loud.

Shit. I did.

(RECEDING FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR BANGS)

(ALL LAUGHING)

Angela and I are going
to have one more drink.

Oh. Of course.
Of course.

Thank you for
dinner, Phillip.

Don't get up.

It was good to
have met you.

Pleasure
meeting you, Angela.

Now remember,
come see us anytime.

We'll have lunch.
On you.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

So.

Did you enjoy
the Semifreddo?

Was it all I promised?

Yes.
Excellent!

Absolutely. It was delicious.

Good.

And good company.

Jim's been with
us for 27 years.

He's a Harvard guy,
lives upstate.

Three kids.
Two in college,
one in high school.

Company man,
through and through.

He's the reason we do our
Toys for Tots program.

And Saul is the chair
of our non-profit arm.

Good man as well.

He has grandkids,
so he's...

He's a little ahead in
the family department.

(BOTH LAUGH)

And another thing
they have in common.

They were both in
the room with Colby

when they made
that grave error

covering up
the leak in your hometown.

Hmm.

Ordinary men,

capable of
extraordinary things.

Our CFO has discovered
that within
the last two years,

both Jim and Saul
have been engaged
in some nasty

insider trading.

Thick as thieves,
these two.

They like to
buddy up on their
white-collar crimes.

A regular Rosencrantz
and Guildenstern.
(LAUGHING)

(CLEARS THROAT)

There's enough
evidence in there

to put them away
for years.

I should get home.
Your car will be
out front.

Whatever you're doing,
I don't trust it.

You're panicking
right now.

I understand.

It's a big decision
you're making,
because these men,

their lives will
be destroyed.

But the minute you remove
emotion from this,

you'll do just fine.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Heard you had
an interesting night.

Chaplain's
an old friend.

I threw it out
for a reason.

I figured
you might want it
for down the road.

Trust me,
I've been there.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Five years,
seven months,

three weeks,
and two days ago,

my wife passed away.

A few weeks
of being frozen
in my own grief,

I woke up one morning,
fixed myself breakfast
like I normally do,

plugged myself into
my dialysis machine
like I normally do,

and started talking,
out loud.

For a second,
I thought I was crazy.
Moved on with the day.

Then the next day,
I did it again.

Talked out loud.
And the next.

And then I realized
who I was talking to.

Why are you telling me
all of this?

'Cause

you and me
are a lot more alike
than you think, Elliot.

Are you crazy?

How the hell you knocking
on my door this early?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Romero.

I'm Dominique DiPierro
with the FBI.

I'm assisting homicide
on your son's case.

I know it's early,
but I just had
a few more questions

about your son's murder.

I already talked
to the police!

I know the cops
took all your joints.

I looked through
your files.

I also know
you have arthritis

and probably can't
roll them yourself,

so I'm guessing
your son did.

I can help roll them
for you if you'd like.

Used to do it all the time
for my kid brother
back in high school.

He always told me
I was pretty bomb
at it. (LAUGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

All right!
You can come on in.

Hmm.
(CHEERS AND
APPLAUSE ON TV)

Yeah, it's tight.

Not perfect,

but definitely doable.

Yeah, it's not as fat
as my dear Leslie's.

That boy wasn't
around much,

but he was always
doing for me.

Always. God bless him.

I see you're
moving out.

(SIGHS) Yeah. I can't
stay here no more.

I raised Leslie here.

Huh.

Too many memories here.

Did he go anywhere
or do anything suspicious?

Any small detail
could help.

Well, he be fooling around
with those computers.
You guys know that.

He always did that
since he was little.

I never understood it.
Gobbledygook, if you ask me.

Did he have any friends?
Did anyone ever
come to the house?

Friends?

Leslie didn't
have no friends,

except that chubby boy.

(COUGHING)

You mind if you get me...
Grab me a glass of water?

Should be some
in the boxes.

Oh, yeah, of course.

That's right,
you told the cops
someone did come,

but you didn't
see him, right?

Nope, not with
these cataracts.

I can barely
make you out
from my cat.

Where is that thing,
anyway?

Probably ran off
like everyone else.

Did he say his name?
Have you seen him before?

Nope.

My mind was dancing
in the clouds.

All I know is,
I can't live here
no more.

Now that I don't owe
any more on the place
maybe I can just rent it.

Yeah. Man.

Besides,
I need the money.

MAN: (ON TV)
...$19 million.

(CHEERS AND APPLAUSE ON TV)

What do I do?

Why did you start
writing that journal
in the first place?

I thought it was
the right answer.

The right answer
to what?

Controlling my life.

My wife,

when she drove
her car that day,

she did
everything right.

She always wore her seat belt,
hands at 10:00 and 2:00.

She was the most
perfect driver I'd ever met.

(LAUGHS) It was...
It was annoying.

She stayed in the lines.
Never went above or
below the speed limit.

Stopped at
traffic signs.

She followed
every rule.

And then one day,
none of that mattered.

Control is about as real

as a one-legged unicorn
taking a leak

at the end of
a double rainbow.

Then what do we have?

You know that bullshit
people say about how

when you fall,
you got to get up?

I reject that shit, man.

You know why?

The whole thing
is a fall.

It can't help but be.

A perpetual state of
grasping in the dark.

It's not about getting up.
It's about stumbling,

stumbling in
the right direction.

It's the only true way
to move forward.

Whoever it is you wrote about
in your journal,

do you still see him?

I can tell the person
you're writing about
meant something to you.

Sometimes he takes over?

That's why you don't
remember things?

I shouldn't have come.
I don't want to
talk about this.

Yes, you do.

'Cause you're smart enough
to know that

keeping this inside
isn't going to last.

You play chess?

I've been looking
for a good adversary.
Want to play?

ELLIOT: What do you think?

Is Ray right?

Maybe it's not about
avoiding the crash.

But it's about setting
a break-point to find
the flaw in the code,

fix it, and carry on
until we hit the next flaw.

The quest to keep going,

to always fight for footing.

Maybe we're all
just stumbling from
the right questions

to the wrong answers.

Or from the right answers
to the wrong questions.

It doesn't matter where you go
or where you come from,

as long as you keep stumbling.

Maybe that's all it takes.

Maybe that's as
good as it gets.

(CHUCKLES)

You got to be
fucking kidding me.

(SEAGULLS CAWING)
(WAVES CRASHING)