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Every relationship's a power struggle.

Some of us need to be controlled.

Why did you first start listening to me?

I just followed your lead.

- I don't want to be a leader. - I want my position moved

to the risk management department.

If we pull milestone cases like Washington Township...

There's not much we can do here today.

Closing the plant is not an option.

I'm being pressured to resign. Not doing anything to help.

What did you say your name was?

- I'm Ollie. - This is a rubber ducky.

It'll pull all cached passwords.

We can get every email, text message, and document.

You guys just got hacked.

[electricity surges] - [grunts]

[tape whirring] Jesus, what is that noise?

Tape's busted. Grab another one.

All of you can't accept the fact

that maybe we fucked up.

Who knows who's gonna be waiting for you at home?

Dark Army, FBI, cops.

He hacked me and stole my dog on top of it.

That proves it was him.

Where do you think you are right now?

- What do you mean? - You haven't been staying

with your mother.

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

People always told me growing up

that it's never about the destination.

It's about the journey.

But what if the destination

is you? [dog barking]

Elliot Alderson. [Dog barking]

Are you Elliot Alderson?

Mr. Alderson, you're under arrest

for unauthorized use of a computer,

computer trespass, and grand larceny.

- Grab the computers. - Let's go.

Get the hard drives.

All the USB drives.

- Any digital media. - Yes, sir.

- What are these over here? - Check everywhere.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[dog barks]

Get animal control here for the dog.

Let's go. Let's go.

[Saint Saviour's "This Ain't No Hymn"]

¶ It depends on... ¶

Put your arms up. Spread 'em.

¶ Surface area ¶

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¶ Whether you do ¶

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¶ Whether you don't ¶

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Put your left thumb on there.

¶ Climb a mountain ¶

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You suicidal?

No.

You a drug addict?

No.

You on any medication?

No.

How you feeling right now?

Great.

I've spoken with the prosecutor,

and we can get the hacking charges reduced.

The theft charge is a little more difficult.

The plaintiff is really upset about the dog,

but I think we can negotiate.

Hey, you heard what I said, right?

When the judge asks you for a plea

you say,

"Not guilty."

Got it?

[gavel striking]

In the case of People vs. Alderson,

how does the defendant plead?

Guilty.

[groans] You're shitting me.

Mr. Alderson,

you do realize Mr. Lenny Shannon's dog

was an expensive purchase at $1,200?

That makes your theft a felony.

Let the record show,

Mr. Alderson nodded his head up and down indicating "yes,"

and you're admitting you hacked into Mr. Shannon's email,

social media, and bank accounts,

which would convict you on both counts

of computer hacking?

Again, let the record show,

Mr. Alderson nodded his head up and down indicating "yes."

You're aware of the gravity of these allegations?

You will be sentenced to jail.

What the fuck are you doing?

Yes...

and I plead guilty.

Do you make this plea out of free will

- and free mind? - No! No.

He's fucking crazy.

Yes.

Mr. Alderson, I declare you guilty

of computer hacking, computer trespass,

grand larceny of fourth degree.

I hereby sentence you to 18 months in county jail.

Adios, you son of a bitch.

[Public Image Ltd.'s "The Order of Death"]

¶ ¶

- This your first time here? - Yes.

Do you have any intention of harming yourself?

- No. - Sit.

¶ ¶

Don't move.

Put your chin on the bull's-eye.

Do not move.

Right side.

¶ This is what you want, this is what you get ¶

¶ This is what you want, this is what you get... ¶

All right, let's go.

¶ ¶

Need you to swing by at 3:00 p.m.

¶ ¶

Problems with RT again.

Yes sir, Warden.

¶ ¶

¶ This is what you want... ¶

[door closes] - Let's go.

Get naked.

¶ What you want, what you get ¶

¶ what you get, what you want ¶

¶ ¶

Let's go. Get undressed.

Hurry up. All right, let's go.

Get undressed for me.

¶ ¶

Squat down. Turn around.

Let me see the bottoms of your feet.

Your left foot. Now bend over.

Spread your ass. Bend over.

Spread 'em.

¶ This is what you get ¶

¶ This is what you want, this is what you get ¶

¶ This is what you want, this is what you get... ¶

Read this right here,

confirm that these are all of your items,

and sign right here.

Speedy Gonzalez.

Fucking amazing, man.

Arrested, arraigned,

convicted within 24 hours.

Yeah, we heard about you, cuz.

In fact,

you're the only guilty man in the entire pen.

You know that?

Leon.

Okay, that's cool.

It's best you learn soon,

'cause you don't wanna be alone in a place like this.

Check it out. I'll give you the lowdown.

Routine. That's key.

It's best you find your routine,

whatever it is, and stick to it.

Mornings, we chow.

Afternoons, we hit the ball court.

Evenings, that's when I get my TV time.

Some people join church groups, or AA, or whatever,

but I like to bench personally.

- Peace, brother. - 'Sup, bro?

[grunts]

Ain't no Internet for us here.

Your best bet is going through some boxes

in the library full of old,

throwback classic DVDs.

You know what I'm saying?

I'm making my way through the '90s right now.

Nearly finished with "Mad About You."

You know, my man Paul Reiser...

He just doesn't get the credit he deserve.

Man is spectacular.

Phenomenal.

Think I'ma start watching "Seinfeld" next.

I heard it's nails.

You look nervous, cuz.

Don't be.

Just do you.

I mean, I'd say we got a pretty solid

rapport going on anyway.

We stick together, things'll be just fine.

[lighter clicks, fire crackles]

Oh, that's Hot Carla. [Chuckles]

If you're a pyro,

she's your chick with a dick.

[chuckles] Know what I'm saying?

Probably not.

Oh, whatever you do,

stay away from these David Duke motherfuckers right here, man.

You don't say much, do you?

- No. - Well, that's cool, man.

I'm here to provide you with anything you may need.

I can pretty much find anything, and I mean anything.

Smokes, pills, hard shit,

porn, grandma porn. [Chuckles]

Some of these guys like that shit.

Gay porn.

I don't judge, man.

Whatever you need.

[indistinct chatter]

Can you get me a notebook?

[Depeche Mode's "Walking in My Shoes"]

¶ ¶

See you in the morning.

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¶ I would tell you about the things they put me through ¶

¶ The pain I've been subjected to ¶

¶ But the Lord himself would blush ¶

¶ The countless feasts laid at my feet... ¶

That's how it happened.

That's all you missed.

That's everything.

¶ ¶

¶ Now I'm not looking for absolution ¶

¶ Forgiveness for... ¶

You got everything you arrived with?

Sign here stating such.

Here's a discharge report and the early release form.

Give that to the officers at the door.

You have the hack to thank for that letter.

I never released this many nonviolent offenders before.

This mess with the economy

is affecting the prison budgets too.

You got lucky. Don't squander it.

That card's worthless out there now.

You want it for sentimental value,

or should I toss it?

Toss it.

Init 5, return to normal.

Is it possible to return

after 86 days in a 6x9-foot box?

[soft dramatic music]

¶ ¶

Init 5 is supposed to bring color and sound.

Instead the world's gray and quiet.

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

[inaudible]

[dramatic music]

[phone rings]

Joseph Green's office. Monica speaking.

Hi, Monica. I'm a junior partner

at Johnson, Lerner, and Carlin.

I have sensitive documents for Mr. Green regarding

this Flint water case. Send them over.

I'll make sure he gets them right away.

I'm actually downstairs right now.

Super. Leave 'em at reception.

I'm sorry. I was told these are

very sensitive documents

and to only deliver them straight to Mr. Green

or your hands.

Sorry. I can't leave my desk,

but Mr. Green is out of the office until 2:00,

so he's not gonna read them right away anyway.

Obviously I would just bring them up myself,

but security down here is insane.

Can you please just come down?

¶ ¶

[sighs] Okay, I'll be right down.

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

[phone ringing]

¶ ¶

Oh, hey.

Monica.

Uh, tell Joe to give me a call

when he gets back from lunch, will you?

Sure.

¶ ¶

[indistinct chatter]

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[indistinct chatter]

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[indistinct chatter]

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[subway door opens]

Hurry up.

I hacked my Dark Army contact.

Found an archive with screenshots

of his IRC chats with them.

Something called Stage 2.

It has something to do with the femtocell.

I tried to tell Trenton and Mobley,

but I couldn't get in touch with either of them.

I called, messaged, checked all the usual haunts.

Both are AWOL.

Okay, Trenton's parents are a wreck.

They filed a missing person's report.

[door close alarm chimes]

Between them missing and the channel archive,

I'm freaking out.

I think Dark Army could be cleaning house.

That doesn't make sense.

I think they're behind my early release.

We need to talk to your contact.

[exhales sharply]

We're not

really on the best of terms right now.

Doesn't matter.

They can't do this.

This wasn't part of the deal.

Let's keep moving.

Out through the basement, I'll leave through

the side door, and we'll meet at the seven.

Not yet.

I'm going to see her.

[scoffs] What do you mean?

I thought this was just to lose our tail.

Elliot, you're actually gonna go see her?

We seriously need to talk.

Shit has gone down.

I need to do this.

Okay.

Okay, just be quick.

I'll wait in the stairwell.

Mom?

They taking care of you?

Room looks nice.

I'll see if they can fix the clock.

Looks like it's broken.

How are you?

A lot's happened

since last I saw you.

Had a really hard time.

Anyway,

just wanted to say thank you.

You helped me survive these last couple months.

I don't think I could have done it without you.

Okay.

Take care.

[speaking native language]

Mm. [Alarm beeps]

[both speaking native language]

[scoffs]

[urinating]

Init 5 is supposed to be simple.

A fresh start. [indistinct arguing]

Restored connections.

This may be my first real moment of normalcy.

Taking a piss in private.

You hit me in the face with a fucking bat!

Thank God I didn't need stitches!

Well, I should have hit you harder.

Dear God, we've been over this for the last three weeks.

Okay, I've walked you through every IRC conversation.

I am not gonna let this go.

Why the fuck are you sending pictures of me

while I'm asleep to the Dark Army?

How many times do I have to tell you?

Letting them know you're with me keeps you safe.

I was trying to protect you.

Then why aren't you telling me about Stage 2

and what you guys did with the femtocell?

We've been over this a million...

Mr. Robot: You've both got to calm down!

[soft dramatic music]

Yes, the shit has officially hit the fan.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Okay, okay. Let's all take a beat.

¶ ¶

We're gonna settle down here.

Relax.

Elliot?

¶ ¶

Hey, Elliot. You all right?

Elliot?

Come back to Earth.

I thought you wanted to find Mobley and Trenton?

[quietly] Yeah.

Yeah.

We need to know what happened to them, right?

[scoffs] I can't keep up with you two.

Look, I'm not risking my life to help with this.

I'm not doing it. I'm not doing it.

Your Dark Army contact.

You have one?

You must.

[exhales sharply]

If they find out I was involved, it'll be my ass.

Okay? I'll be the next one missing.

Only there won't be any questions

about where I went.

You better be more reliable than your sister.

Hey,

what the hell just happened?

I was gonna ask you the same.

Why were you talking with them?

What are you talking about?

One second, everything was normal.

All of a sudden, you stopped responding.

It was like you shut down.

I had to say something.

It's unfortunate what both your country

and the company have been through

in the last several weeks.

Yes.

A succession of unfortunate events.

The timing of which almost seems intentional.

Well, at least there's good news for both of us.

Your little pet project

came through even better than you thought.

I must admit, she surprised me.

It's a good thing that she did the right thing in the end.

It's too bad.

You know, for all she's done,

it won't matter.

The failure of the bailout has left me in

a rather obsequious position.

We failed our financial stress test,

so we won't be able

to keep up all our facilities.

As of noon this Friday,

I'm sorry to say, the Washington Township plant

will be taken over

by the federal government.

[scoffs] And here I thought we were

taking a step forward,

but here we stand two steps back.

Your actions remind me of your predecessor, Phillip.

And here comes the veiled death threat.

[chuckles]

You wanna take a shot at me?

Be my guest.

The appointment of a new CEO

isn't going to stop the federal government

from taking over the plant.

I flew for 13 hours and 35 minutes.

If you have a point, it's time.

I needed that bailout money,

and I no longer have it,

thanks to your little shootout in China.

What do I need now?

Cash.

Lots of it.

I could see a scenario where the Chinese government,

in a bid to establish itself

as the new global leader of the 21st century,

loans E Corp the money it needs...

At a low interest rate.

Perhaps even zero.

As a gesture of goodwill to the American people.

With that cash, I could save your plant

from the clutches of the federal government,

and finally,

when a peaceful China appears benevolent,

well... [chuckles]

That's an easier pitch

for me to get onto the president's desk.

I will be happy to go back and talk

with the Chinese government.

I'm sure that they will be most agreeable,

but the next time you threaten my plant...

What?

What?

The only move left in that scenario is a third World War.

You see? I'm a mercenary.

I don't play fair.

I play what I want.

When you deal with a mercenary,

then all decorum gets tossed out the window,

so you go ahead with your cute threats

and your watch beeps.

Order

will not protect you anymore, my friend.

I will rain chaos,

even if it hurts me,

'cause I would rather see you lose

than win myself.

[quietly] Oh.

That's all the time I have.

[dramatic music]

On May 9th, we took down

the world's biggest conglomerate.

We all had the same intention...

Me, Darlene, Mobley, Trenton, Romero...

To change the world,

but there was one other player,

the Dark Army.

We never did find out what their intentions were.

¶ ¶

Pwnie Express pwn phone.

A phone loaded with 103 network monitoring and attack tools.

A dream device for pentesters and hackers.

His name is Xun.

Xun's boss is Whiterose,

who helped us bring down Evil Corp.

Xun and his people wanted the femtocell.

Why?

I don't know,

but soon we'll know everything.

We're hacking Xun.

Something's not right. [breathing heavily]

I feel off.

It's like we're overheating.

We'll be fine. [distorted indistinct chatter]

We're up. I've got a connection.

[men speaking foreign language]

Time to set the meet with Xun.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. No, no, no.

I thought we were operating from here?

This only gets his phone mic live.

I'm going to ask them about Stage 2.

What?

Even if they don't tell me anything,

at least it'll get them talking about it,

and that's all we need right now.

Oh, my God. Jesus, bro,

you're just like your sister.

First the number. Now the meet.

I mean, you don't stop. I'm not doing it, man.

These guys won't think twice about killing you on the spot.

Trust me.

I have a way to get him talking.

Fuck yeah. I would love to meet him.

No, he's not meeting you. He's meeting Mr. Robot.

What'd you say?

[quietly] Nothing.

I meant me.

Me. He's meeting me.

Something's happening with us.

We can't do this.

I got this.

[clock ticking]

This is big.

How did you get...

The levels of toxicity are still

above regulation,

right?

What's the next course of action in a case like this?

Uh, well, this definitely falls under what we call

substantial and specific danger

to public health and safety.

You know we're bound by law

to protect your anonymity, right?

There could be money for a whistle-blower

in a situation like this.

You're gonna wanna get a lawyer.

I'm not doing this for the money.

I just want it to happen fast.

Okay.

I'll take this to the deputy director.

You mind sticking around for a while?

No.

[door opens]

[footsteps fading]

[discordant keyboard music playing]

¶ ¶

[intense deep bass music]

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

Hey!

[no audible dialogue]

¶ ¶

Hey!

Hey...

All right, yo. This is our stop.

Yo, I don't get it.

Are you nervous or something, man?

- Because you can't be... - No, I...

Never mind. I'm good.

[speaking Mandarin]

Flying drones into the capital

of this great nation.

Meanwhile, the FBI

gets caught with its hand in the cookie jar

trying to work in legal gray areas,

listening in on phone calls, reading emails.

The FBI has 3 million of you innocent citizens

under surveillance for no reason.

Okay? The backlash?

It boggles the mind.

If you've got nothing to hide

then what do you have to worry about?

Especially, of a little surveillance?

- Oh, shit. - Help bring down

the world's worst criminal.

The FBI needs to catch this guy

by what... means necessary. [electricity humming]

[voice cutting in and out]

symbol of capitalism.

Unless it falls on the capital's doorstep

that's not vandalism.

That's a victory lap, people!

Tyrell Wellick wants us to know,

he's not done... [footsteps over laptop]

[door opens]

[speaking Mandarin]

[speaking Mandarin]

- Why are they leaving? - They weren't expecting you.

Look at me!

Tell Whiterose I wanna know what Stage 2 is.

[clock ticking]

[electricity humming]

[tires squeal, car horns honking]

Second one tonight.

Brownouts. We've been bracing ourselves

since Comet Electric went on strike.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Deputy Director Phelps.

Office of Investigations.

- Hi. - Jeff told me a little about

what you've brought us.

Can you come with me?

My colleagues and I want to ask you a few questions.

We're so indebted to citizens like you.

Thank you.

I never cease to be astonished by the heroics

of everyday people.

Did you come all the way down from New York just for this?

Or are you based in New Jersey?

You know, I should probably get

some contact information from you.

- Jeff promised anonymity. - Which is a nice idea,

to be sure.

Is Jeff going to be in the meeting?

I know. It sounds complicated,

but how it works is, the commission will want

to discuss this with you after they review.

Maybe I'm misunderstanding, but...

You do work at E Corp, yes?

What?

I never said that.

What is your position there?

The more we know about the origins of these documents,

the quicker we can process them.

Actually, could I get my files and the drive back?

You've made it all the way down here.

Let's not stop now, shall we?

I'm sorry.

This trip has taken a lot longer than I thought it would,

and I can't miss the last train back.

But, Angela, my colleagues

in the other room are eager to talk to you.

No, thanks.

I gotta go.

[door opens]

- How'd it go? - Everything's on track.

Good.

The lights have been flickering.

Yeah. The streetlights too.

- Brownout's started. - Hey.

I gotta talk to you for a minute.

I left that busted VHS tape at the Smart House.

- What VHS tape? - That fsociety video.

Relax. I'm sure we got it.

We cleaned the place good. No, I left it.

It's not here.

We wiped the whole house down.

Do you remember grabbing it?

I know I didn't.

We have to go back. Oh, Jesus Christ, Darlene.

We cannot go back. That was a goddamn month ago.

The cops could have been there already.

I mean, you're just remembering this now?

It doesn't matter. I have to go.

Fucking hell, Darlene. I swear.

Why are you even using VHS tapes in the first place?

Because it's cool?

There's a million filters on Final Cut.

My face is on that tape.

[sighs]

Fine. Fine,

but I'm going, all right?

Feds are looking for you, not me.

Where is it?

I think I set it on that weird lamp

in the living room.

Maybe it fell behind.

All right.

Uh, hang on.

Thank you.

Really.

[door closes]

You look burnt.

Yeah, I'm getting tired.

You can stay here and crash on the couch.

[grunts] Home would be better.

I'm not feeling right.

They're gonna be watching.

All the more reason.

I need them to see me living a normal life.

Oh, good point,

but assume the worst.

Your place is probably bugged.

Be careful coming back here.

I'll stay up and keep listening.

[doorbell rings]

Hey, one of your fellow tenants let me in the building.

[bag rustles] Look what I got.

Your favorite. Nia's gyros.

Mind if I come in?

Actually, yeah. I'm...

Don't worry. I left my handcuffs at home.

[door closes]

Wow.

Gosh.

Nice place.

They really take good care of you here, huh?

[chuckles softly]

E Corp housing?

Are you working for them?

Working for who, Angela?

I need you to leave.

[sighs]

I had this dream,

which if you know me, is pretty rare.

It was good at first.

Exciting.

There was this beautiful woman.

Sexy, even.

But then, man, did it go downhill fast.

By the end, I was being choked underwater.

Ollie Parker told me about the CD at Allsafe.

It was literally the first thing out of his mouth

when we interviewed him two months ago.

I've been having you tracked ever since,

including your little field trip

out there to the Nuclear Regulatory Commission today.

It's clear you're freaking out about something.

I don't know how any of this ties together,

but...

eventually someone will connect the dots,

and it'll catch up to you.

So I'm being real with you right now.

Next person's not gonna offer you food.

They're gonna grab you off the street

and throw you in a dark cell.

But you still have one hand to play.

That's me.

In that dream I had,

when I was being drowned,

it was when I stopped fighting it,

when I finally let go

and stopped struggling so much...

That's when I survived.

[door opens and closes]

[door opens and closes]

[groaning and panting]

[static over laptop]

[door closes]

man 1: [speaking Mandarin]

Xun: [speaking Mandarin]

man 1: [speaking Mandarin]

[footsteps]

[door closes] man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

Xun: [speaking Mandarin]

man 2: [speaking Mandarin] Xun: Elliot.

Man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

Xun: [speaking Mandarin]

Man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

It began as a failure.

Everything.

My existence.

I should recognize that.

Accept it.

For me, there's no such thing as normalcy.

My dead father appears and disappears at will.

I talk to you, an invisible friend.

I'd ask if you're normal,

but you never talk back.

Man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

Xun: [speaking Mandarin] man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

Xun: [speaking Mandarin]

man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

¶ ¶

[electricity humming]

¶ ¶

[pounding on door] - [gasps]

¶ ¶

[pounding on door]

¶ ¶

[pounding continues]

¶ ¶

How can I return to normal

when the SUV belonging to the man I murdered

is parked outside my apartment?

[car horn honks]

¶ ¶

Normal?

I have no normal.

¶ ¶

Hello, Ollie.