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The lights have been flickering.

Yeah, the streetlights too.
Brownout's started.

Mr. Alderson,
you're under arrest.

Grab the computers,
get the hard drives,

all the USB drives...

I want you to lead the D.C. op.

You can stay here
and crash on the couch.

Home would be better.

Have you spoken
to the administration?

We're not there yet.

There he is,
Terry Colby, the CTO.

You can't be offering
me a job there.

You're testifying against them.

In business, grudges
aren't really a thing.

- You do work at E Corp.
- I never said that.

Best case scenario,
I lose my job

and plea bargain down
a jail sentence.

I'm backed into a corner.

I wanted to be
Claudia Kincaid so bad.

Ollie Parker told me about
the CD at Allsafe.

Eventually, someone
will connect the dots,

and it'll catch up to you.

The Dark Army are just hackers.

I clipped one of the shooters
in the leg.

He turned the gun on himself.

He erased his history.

Tyrell's always surprising me
with little gifts.

[cell phone buzzes]

I have a contact attempting
to trace the phone calls,

but he needs more time.

Mobley and Trenton
both are AWOL.

[banging at door]

In that dream I had,
when I was being drowned,

it was when I
stopped fighting it.

That's when I survived.

Hello, Ollie.

It's a gift. I...

I wanted to give it to you
before I forgot.

That's my last advance copy.

It's trending on Amazon's
Movers & Shakers.

It's ahead of Trump's latest.

Can you believe that cocksucker
is actually running this time?

I mean, if I wanted, the things
I have on him

could put me on his ticket.

Politics...

is for puppets.

Besides, if you did
run for office,

you'd no longer be
"The Last Honest Man."

[chuckling]

Thank you, Terry.

Anyway, I need you
to see our friend,

Winston Campbell,

about this issue tonight.

I understand he still
owes you some favors.

[sighs] He does.

But a UN allowing China
to annex the Congo?

Winston has the president's ear.

Oh, I get it,

but I got to be honest, Philip...

It's a little out there.

I know from reading the "Times"

that China's got the tip of its
dick in the Congo...

[serene classical music]

And you want Winston

to tell Obama to look
the other way

while the chinks fuck it dry.

I mean...

I don't know, to give them

national sovereignty
of another nation?

It's a little out there,
don't you think?

Central Africa's a shit show.

After climate change,

it'll be a bunch
of soon-to-be corpses

raging a civil war.

The Oval Office could spin this

as a humanitarian intervention.

Well, all due respect,

it's bullshit.

If he tells the ambassador

to vote "yes" on this,

Obama will be forever known

as the man who gifted
Africa to China.

No.

That's the fine point.

Obama just needs to tell
his ambassador

to abstain.

I, uh... I don't suppose

you're gonna tell me

what all this has to do
with your ambitions.

¶ ¶

Do this for me, Terry...

¶ ¶

And I promise I won't
forget your help.

¶ ¶

I mean, the fucking Congo.

[laughing] You know, the Congo.

I mean, is there a pocket
of the world

you don't have your hand in?

You're trading countries
like, uh... like playing cards.

Isn't that what history
is all about?

Politically, economically,
geographically...

Imaginary lines being
drawn and redrawn,

over and over again?

¶ ¶

Yeah.

Um, Philip, I got to know.

¶ ¶

What do you do it for?

I mean, all of it?

¶ ¶

Honestly?

Yeah.

¶ ¶

In my life,
as I was making my way,

I always asked the question,

am I the most powerful
person in the room?

¶ ¶

The answer needed to be yes.

To this day,

I still ask that question.

And the answer is still yes.

In every room
in the entire world,

the answer is yes...

¶ ¶

With the exception of one.

Or two.

And that drives me.

¶ ¶

I intend to leave a legacy,

the standard of which
was set by God

when he created the Earth

and man after his own image.

¶ ¶

Anything less is...

not worth mentioning.

¶ ¶

[heavy metal music]

¶ ¶

[singers screaming indistinctly]

¶ ¶

I'm still against this.

The feds see us with him,

no telling what conclusion
they'll draw.

If you had done the job
you were tasked with,

we wouldn't be here.

He's coming.

[window sliding]

Hello, Ollie.

[garbled radio chatter]

Why isn't she saying anything?

Is she trying
to get inside my head?

[garbled radio chatter]

I still feel like
she can hear us.

I feel like she can see me.

You're not going anywhere.

I know you're working
with my husband.

Tell me where he is.

Sorry, I don't know.

You're being honest this time.

But you're gonna
find him for me.

No one's gonna find him.

I don't think I'll
be able to do that.

[chuckles]

Now you're back to lying.

Should I tell her the truth?

Should I tell her that
her husband's dead?

You do that, I can guarantee
we don't walk out of here alive.

On my first date with Tyrell,

I saw this stunning redhead

wearing a pair of cubic
zirconia earrings.

I asked him what he would do
to get me those earrings.

He told me he would do
whatever was necessary.

I told him I wanted him
to fuck that woman

and bring me her earrings.

The next morning,

I woke up to a gift.

These are the cheapest
things I own,

yet they're my favorite.

Tyrell would always do
what was necessary.

And at the end of that,

I would receive a gift.

That's why I know he's alive.

That's why he's
been calling me...

That's why he
sent me this phone...

Because he's doing
what's necessary.

You talked to him?

He called me last night.

That's impossible.

He wants to let me
know that he's okay.

He has a plan.

He told you that?

No.

We haven't spoken.

He's protecting me.

That's what you do
for your partner.

The calls come up as unknown.

I've tried to have him tracked,
but I've been...

unsuccessful.

Is this something you might
be able to accomplish?

This bitch is
blood simple, Elliot.

She's the wife of the psycho
who strangled that woman...

The same psycho who is this
close to doing the same to you.

If we're around when she learns
that Tyrell is dead,

you don't think
she'll have us killed?

He's right.

It's not worth it.

I'm sorry.

Can't help you.

Do you really want
to say no to me?

I mean, where did he come from?

I found him gasping
on the couch.

And you brought him here?

I wasn't gonna fuckin'
leave him there.

He was saying your name; I
figured he was one of your guys.

Vincent. Vincent!

Fuck.

I mean, what is wrong with him?

The hell am I supposed to know?

- Where are the others?
- He was the only one there.

I had to cab it
straight back here.

Who the fuck is this guy?

He was one of the D.C. guys
who did the Capitol Hill job.

We got to get this
guy to a hospital.

No hospitals.

How do we know he doesn't
have a tracker on him

or a bug?

Jesus.

That looks like
internal bleeding.

This guy's gonna die.

All we got to do
is drop him off at an ER.

[wheezing]

He knows my face...

My name.

He's gonna wake up
to a drip of morphine.

I can't risk him talking.

And what?

He knew what he was
getting himself into.

If we don't get him
help right now,

he's gonna die.

How does that not
compute for you?

Our focus is finding
Trenton and Mobley.

Trenton and Mobley
might already be dead!

Jesus, you're completely
fucking losing it!

You wanna act like you're
on top of things,

but you're not.

You're buried way underneath.

You're not a leader.

You're not special.

Yeah, your guys did the hack,
but you fumbled your way

into this ridiculous
freak accident.

That ain't leading!

It's time to drop the charade

like this was all
part of the plan

and wake the fuck up!

[wheezing]

There's no way that you can
justify letting him die.

[indistinct chattering]

Where's Agent Yang?

Excuse me?

Agent Yang?

Back there.

[camera shutter clicking]

Yes, yeah, yeah, that's correct.

It's no court.

Yeah, I got it. I got it.

Do we know the ETA on that?

I'm sorry, conference call.

Can you believe this house?

Mm, yup, sure is real nice.

We should seriously consider
pooling our money together.

It's probably going to be
on the market soon.

So what happened here exactly?

I was told it had something
to do with the D.C. activists.

Teabaggers, yeah.

They were found two days ago
in Maryland.

A car chase ensued. Ended badly.

One got away; The rest
were apprehended.

This is where they were
supposed to meet.

Owner's an E Corp lawyer.

Supposed to be on vacation.

Starting to look more
like she's missing.

I'm sorry, hon, I'm still
not entirely sure

why I was called here.

That's from someone
three doors down.

He was seen here.

He and another male were spotted
around 10:00 p.m.

getting into a cab.

The description matches
a person of interest

in your code name case.

Wait, he was here tonight?

Have you found the cab?

If this is really the guy,
why did we burn the house?

How come we didn't
put surveillance on it?

What was the thought
process here?

You know Director Comey's
taking a more aggressive

strategy on everything ever
since the shit hit the fan

over that video.

Yeah.

I can walk you through
the report if we need to.

Uh, check with Agent Burke, yes.

[somber music]

¶ ¶

Is this the future

I was fighting for?

¶ ¶

The system is hung,

frozen in limbo.

¶ ¶

Did we lose the fight?

Maybe wars aren't
meant to be won.

Maybe they're meant
to be continuous.

Maybe Ray had it
right all along.

These people are certifiable.

¶ ¶

You should be going home,

not working
with these wack jobs.

She's a grieving wife.

She wants to believe he's alive.

¶ ¶

Who do you think's
making those calls?

[scoffs] Her husband's
the most wanted man

in the country.

A ton of people hate her
just by association.

¶ ¶

We need to stop at Micro Center.

We're only making one stop:

Your apartment.

The cops confiscated everything;

It'll be weeks before
I can get it back.

If you want this done tonight,

I need hardware.

This is a composite from
Ollie Parker's testimony.

This is a sketch from
a description a neighbor

gave us just now
at Susan Jacobs's house.

These are from two
separate witnesses.

This is the same guy.

We have fresh evidence
on this guy.

He's not tainted.

We're gonna put out a BOLO.

If you do that,
the Dark Army will kill him.

Not this again.

If this sketch gets on the news,

he's as good as dead.

I'm telling you, they won't
let one of their own

be known by law enforcement
like that.

As it is now,
they might already know.

We lost Sunil Markesh.

We can't let it
happen with this guy.

- Just give me...
- Dom?

We're going to the media
for this one.

And we're using this.

[tense music]

Look, this whole, slow roll

that you and the rest of us
have been working up,

it didn't work.

It's time to embrace
the Bureau's new direction.

¶ ¶

Yeah, it's Santiago.

Well, tell him I
need him right away.

Dom...

I have Agent Thomas looking
into cab companies.

He may have found a lead
to where this guy went.

Hook up with him.

¶ ¶

A cryptocurrency
regulated by Evil Corp.

The hypocrisy isn't surprising.

A special Evil Corp discount
if we use their new money.

If you ever needed a sign that
our work is not done yet,

this is it.

Even if you track the call
to some crank yanker

down the street, when you
give him the info, you should...

Place the call far away.

Like another country far.

[phone buzzing]

The phone.

It's the one Joanna gave me.

[ominous music]

¶ ¶

Hello?

[heavy breathing]

¶ ¶

[line beeping]

Tell me you heard that too.

It can't be him, can it?

[footsteps echo]

And why is Mr. Robot
suddenly gone?

[ominous music continues]

¶ ¶

[indistinct chatter on PA]

Keep going.

Elliot? What does he have
to do with stage two?

I was hoping you could tell me.

I could've just dropped
him off at the door.

You didn't have to...

I couldn't just leave him.

I needed to be here.

You were right back there.

I'm not special.

It's Elliot.

He's the one with the plan...

the one they're
taking seriously.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

You know, I always
thought it was crazy

we got away with this.

¶ ¶

I thought there was something
special about me

that made it happen.

But it wasn't me,

Mobley, Trenton, or Romero.

It was him.

¶ ¶

It's always been him.

When I was five,

our parents took us
to Coney Island,

my dad's idea of an Alderson
family outing.

What are you doing?

Making a high-powered antenna.

I need to piggyback
off someone else's wifi.

I remember looking up
at this roller coaster

thinking it was the highest
thing I had ever seen.

[phone buzzes]

¶ ¶

Of course, I wasn't
tall enough to go on it,

so my dad went with Elliot,

and I had to wait with my mom.

I don't remember exactly
what happened next,

but somehow I got lost.

You know, most kids get
scared shitless

when they're alone,
but I wasn't.

I loved it.

All of a sudden, I felt...

someone grab me around
the waist and pick me up.

¶ ¶

It was this old woman.

She was skinny and tall.

She had this smeared,
almost pink lipstick.

¶ ¶

She held on to me tight.

I thought about screaming,

but I didn't.

¶ ¶

I didn't want to.

¶ ¶

We went to Nathan's,

and she said that I could have
whatever I wanted.

My parents never asked me
what I wanted...

Ever.

It was the first time I ever

really felt special.

We started driving to her house,

and...

I definitely remember thinking

that something wasn't right,

but I just looked at her
and her lipstick

and let it happen.

And then we got to her house,
and she showed me my room,

and it had one of those beds

with the curtains around it.

And I did feel like a princess.

I remember thinking that
this was my new home

and my new life, and I didn't

have to see my parents
ever again.

It was like a wish I had that
all of a sudden came true.

And I went to sleep just hoping

that this wasn't all a dream,

and I wasn't just gonna wake up
in my old bed.

¶ ¶

And sure enough,
the next morning,

I was still there.

But then the police barged in.

And when they
took me downstairs,

there were cops everywhere.

¶ ¶

I didn't even get to see
the woman again.

¶ ¶

And then they put me
in their car

and took me home.

I still wonder what my life
would've been like

if I had stayed.

But if I had stayed...

¶ ¶

Then I wouldn't have Elliot.

¶ ¶

There are a lot of guys
working on this.

None of them can figure it out.

What's that for?

For impersonating
an NYPD officer.

All cell carriers have
a law enforcement hotline.

Instead of hacking the carrier,

if the situation's
urgent enough,

you can just ask them to track
a blocked call for you.

[tense music]

¶ ¶

Is it done?

Not yet...

Need a few minutes
for the spoof fax to go through.

It needs to propagate
through their system.

No one in the world uses
fax anymore except cops.

¶ ¶

Half of me wants it to be him.

Half of me doesn't.

¶ ¶

Before working for the Wellicks,
I had a list of clients,

all of them eccentric
in one form or another.

I worked for this one guy

who used to masturbate
in the car. [Laughing]

He used to have me drop him off
at Carnegie Hall.

He was a first chair violinist

God, now he wants to have

a heart-to-heart.

Focusing on you helps
drown him out...

One of those, uh, Stradivarius
violins from the 1700s.

Like talking to someone
in a crowded restaurant.

Take it everywhere with him...

All the other voices and noises

fade into the background.

Somehow your brain is able
to decode the components

of that complex auditory space.

Can you feel it?

Good.
That gives us time to talk.

[faint humming]

Is Mr. Robot MIA
because he's afraid?

Afraid of what I might find
when I'm done with this hack?

[faint humming]

Why did that phone call
freak him out?

Could he have lied about Tyrell?

What's his move here?

Do you remember
the last thing he wanted?

He kept wanting to come
back home, remember?

There must be something here
that he needs.

He's been bringing it up
since we left prison.

Can you help?

Can you look?

Do you see anything?

And now they're moving
to the next step.

Yes, the next step.

You know what the next step is?

Blackouts. Why?

So they can take
away your power,

and I am not talking
about your electricity.

I'm talking about
your computers,

your access to the Internet,
your television, your phone.

What does that all add up to?

Information.

Those wounds aren't fresh.

Do you have any idea
what happened to him?

- It puts them in control.
- Uh, we...

We went over to his place
and found him like that.

Is he gonna be all right?

He's on a respirator.

They're gonna do a CT scan

and run some other tests.

We should know more in about
an hour or so.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

[exhales]

Well, we got an hour to kill.

Hungry?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Hi, this is Detective
Richard Hannigan, NYPD,

11th precinct,
badge number 22350.

I just faxed over
an exigent form

for a suicidal person.

Can you confirm that
you received it?

Yeah, I got a guy who
called his girlfriend's cell

saying he's gonna shoot himself.

Yeah, all of them
came in blocked.

Perfect, can you see
if it's one of yours?

Can you ping that phone
for a current location?

[tense music]

¶ ¶

You've been a huge help.

I'll call you if
there's something else.

¶ ¶

Got it.

Goddamn it.

Is that where
the phone is right now?

Within 12 meters.

Is it him?

[dark music]

¶ ¶

Clear.

Clear!

¶ ¶

Trust me,

he wouldn't be calling
from that house.

¶ ¶

Has issued a BOLO on the man
pictured in this sketch.

Given FBI cyber involvement,

we can only speculate
at this time

that the man in this sketch

may be wanted in relation to
the infamous Five/Nine attack.

I have money stashed
at a hackerspace on Canal.

Okay, we make sure
Vincent's all right.

We wipe your place down,
and then we bolt.

We can target them from afar

for more intel on
Trenton and Mobley.

Darlene, you know
we can't leave.

They don't own us.

We played by their rules,

and those fuckers still hit
Trenton and Mobley.

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

I am so sick

of always worry about
switching cabs

and phones and trains
and always looking behind...

Just calm down, okay?

¶ ¶

He was waiting here?

- Yeah, they were...
- They?

Who was he with? Male or female?

Dom, we're reviewing
the security footage.

- Let her finish.
- A woman.

His girlfriend, I think.

They were waiting here.

They were really concerned
about their friend.

They waited for about an hour,

and then I told them we were
sending him up for some tests.

And that's when they left?

I'm sorry,
I wasn't paying attention.

If it helps, I told them
to come back in an hour.

At this point, they're
definitely not coming back here.

He probably saw the BOLO.

He's freaking out.
Probably hiding.

It might take some time,
but we'll get him.

¶ ¶

I got your messages.

Sorry it took so long
to get here.

¶ ¶

What's wrong?

Why did you start fsociety?

¶ ¶

I didn't want to involve you.

An FBI agent

came to my place.

¶ ¶

Look, let's just sit here

and chill a minute.

Right?
We'll come up with something.

Sometimes...

the best decision
is not making one.

¶ ¶

[whispers] Fine.

¶ ¶

Why'd it take you so long
to call it in?

The TV's right there.

¶ ¶

It's okay; You didn't
do anything wrong.

I'm just trying
to figure something out.

It's probably because
Janice turns it to the news

when her shift starts.

¶ ¶

They didn't see it...

The TV... they're coming back.

They probably didn't go too far.

¶ ¶

I can fix this, okay?

- I will fix...
- I'm gonna confess.

I've already called my lawyer.

I'm on my way to meet her now.

I can't keep pretending like
this is gonna go away.

We can't beat them.

Trust me, I've tried.

No matter what we do,

we will always lose to them.

I'm gonna tell 'em that
I planted the femtocell.

¶ ¶

I would never
involve any of you,

so I'm just gonna own up
for what I did.

But sooner or later, Elliot,

this will all catch up to you.

¶ ¶

Thank you.

Ooh.

What the fuck are you doing?

What?

If you wanted some,

you should've ordered your own.

You know I'm not into that
family-style shit.

Oh. Oops.

[slurping]

[laughing]

You're such an asshole.

How am I supposed to help
the ones I care about

when every step I take
puts them in greater danger?

This was my plan,

and I hid in a cage
while everyone else

took all the risk.

I mean, fuck.

We have to talk to each other
on the subway.

It's a long way
from getting high

and watching
"Back to the Future II."

¶ ¶

Yeah, we never did get around
to doing that.

¶ ¶

Excuse me, have you seen
a young couple

walk past recently coming
from that direction?

No, I didn't see anyone.

She's got dark hair;
He's wearing a baseball hat.

[sighs]

Do you remember when I found
you at the Queens Museum?

You were pacing

and screaming at the staff,

because they couldn't see

whoever you said
you were seeing.

Was it your dad then too,
or was it someone else?

¶ ¶

I don't remember that at all.

Elliot, I don't know if you
started all this because of him.

But whatever he is,

you can't work with him.

Don't trick yourself
into thinking that.

¶ ¶

If I was gonna eat
around here, where would I go?

There's nothing around here.

You've got to go over,
like, five blocks.

There's still a few places
open over there.

¶ ¶

[alarms blaring]

[car horns honking]

¶ ¶

You should probably
get off here.

¶ ¶

I don't want to leave her.

¶ ¶

[brakes squeal and hiss]

¶ ¶

[suspenseful music]

¶ ¶

[suspenseful music continues]

¶ ¶

[panting]

¶ ¶

Send all units
to Watts and 6th Ave.

¶ ¶

[distant sirens]

[brakes squeal]

[engine rumbling]

[distant sirens]

[gunfire] [screams]

[sirens approaching] [gunfire]

[siren wailing]

[tires screeching]

Get down! Down on the ground!

[gunshot]

Green!

Green! FBI!

Don't shoot!

[sirens wailing]

[sirens continue wailing]

[sirens continue wailing]