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Tyrell Wellick. It's gonna
be fun working with you.

I think you're beautiful.
I want to take you home.

Detectives came by.

They want to speak with you.

They found a body on the roof.

And you both did know the
deceased, Sharon Knowles.

If you want to remain in this
family, you will fix this.

Our network was compromised
yesterday.

That server needs to remain
a honeypot.

We have specific orders
by Tyrell Wellick

to keep the request as is.

There's a reason we met.

There's something between us.
I can see it.

You're not seeing
what's above you.

What's above us?

God.

Tyrell Wellick's gone.

I wake up in his SUV,

and the world's
about to fall apart.

We were there
to investigate the hack,

and then we were under fire.

What you want,
I want it, too.

Someone's trying to make
contact with me.

25th & 8th.

Stage 2, the femtocell,
the back door...

I want it shut down.

I don't want to shoot you,
but I will.

I've always told you

we'd end up working
together, Elliot.

Remember the night
of the hack?

Remember what happened to you?

What is it?

It's happening.

It's almost as if...

Something's come alive.

Now wait a minute, Elliot.

Please, we should talk
about this.

No!

Did you see
what just happened?

Wait, wait, wait!

Do you not understand
what just happened?

The only thing that happened
is the gun jammed.

It won't happen again.
No, no, no!

This is proof.
Don't you understand?

This is proof.
Proof of what?

Proof of what?

When you told me I couldn't
see what was above me,

only in front of me.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

We...

are gods.

You really are a lunatic.

You held that gun point blank
at me and fired,

and yet I'm standing
right here talking to you.

What are the chances?
I don't know.

But shit happens all the time.

This wasn't chance.

This was an act of God.

And we have been invited
into His circle

to lead this revolution.

You haven't been
invited anywhere.

You forced yourself in.

There's more to
your plan than this.

You're smart enough to know
that this hack alone

isn't gonna kill Evil Corp.

Once they realize
they can't recover the data,

they'll figure out a way
to re-create it,

and that's where
you'll need me.

Don't you see it yet?

From the first time we met,

I felt something between us.

This is what I felt.

An uncanny connection,
a bond.

We are meant to work together.

That's what this
has all been about.

Work together?
You're a psychopath.

How do I even trust you?

Pull the trigger again.

I'll accept whatever
fate decides.

Pull it!

Okay, Looney Tunes.

You're right.

There is
a second stage to this.

After tonight,

I don't know
what kind of support I'll have.

I could use your help.

Thank you, Elliot.

I love...

Some things
are better left unsaid.

Subtext, you know?

Sit down.

Take this.

You might just be
the perfect kind of crazy

who can protect me...

from me.

- This his car?
- Yes.

What time did they arrive?

Shortly after 9:00 p.m.

This your first time
seeing the Swede?

This, uh, Tyrell Wellick?

Yes.

What about the rest
of their crew?

Nope. No sign of them.

Mm-hmm.

All right, well...

let's go.

You know the drill.

Let me monologue a little first

and hold off
on showing the guns,

unless they get heroic.

Come on.

How's that Pontiac
treating you?

Can't complain.

Yeah, well, I told you
she was reliable.

They'll spend a couple weeks
spinning their wheels,

trying to decrypt the data.

Once that fails,
we'll try and collect

all the paper records
from the local town halls

and banks across the country.

Titles, deeds, loan records,
bank statements...

that's our target.

I know which teams at E Corp

will be tasked with this
and their procedures.

I'm gonna assume
by your funny accent

that you're Tyrell Wellick

Who the fuck are you?

I wouldn't.

Mr. Wellick, I'm gonna need you
to answer some questions.

Did anyone see you come here?

Mr. Wellick?

Does anyone know
you're here now?

No.

Is that your SUV out there?

Yeah.

- I'm gonna need the keys.
- What the fuck is this?

I will get to you
in a moment.

Come on, Mr. Wellick.

My requests have been
pretty simple so far.

Phone, too.

Do you know how to drive?

Yes or no question.
Yes.

Good. I'm gonna need you
to drive

to, uh, 17th and 6th.

Drop his car off
at the parking lot there.

Put this on the dash.
Go ahead.

And leave.
Make sure no one sees you.

And then go home
and lie low.

Okay? All right, Mr. Wellick,
come on. Let's go.

No one's going anywhere
until you tell me what...

If you're seeing me,
that means you boys fucked up.

Apparently, your friend,
James... E Corp IT, I believe...

after he completed
your honeypot request,

he contacted a Gideon Goddard,

who reported the incident
to the FBI tonight,

and then, well...

Do I really need
to go any further?

From what I understand,

tonight got
a little sloppy joes,

if I'm being kind,
which I am.

And if I say no?

Mr. Wellick,

pretty soon you're gonna be
the most wanted man

in the world.

There will most likely be
a manhunt,

the likes of which we haven't
seen since bin Laden,

given what you two did tonight.

Now, I am your only shot
at staying out of jail.

But, hey, if you want to try
to make a go of it on your own,

well, that's on you.

I'll hightail it out of here

quicker than you can
finish a box of Swedish Fish.

You should go.

How long do I
have to be here?

Not sure.

If you absolutely need
to contact your wife,

we have secure ways
of doing it.

Just give me some time
to work on it.

No. No contact.

If I'm gonna be here
for a while,

the more distance I create,
the... the better it is for me

the better it is for her.

That's the only way
I'm gonna make it through this.

All right.

Well, I'll check in on you
every couple days,

make sure you're okay.

You're leaving?
So what... what about Elliot?

We have work to do.

I'm told that's
being worked on.

I'll need my gun back.

If I'm gonna be here alone,
I'll need protection.

We own 37 acres
of the surrounding property,

all enclosed by ground sensors

and IR motion cameras,
wrought-iron gates.

This place is like
a chastity belt.

Nothing's gettin' in.

You want to be protected,
don't leave the property.

Elliot Alderson.
Are you Elliot Alderson?

Mr. Alderson,
you're under arrest

for unauthorized use
of a computer,

computer trespassing,
grand larceny...

He was arrested for hacking and
theft.

He has been sentenced for eight
months.

We tried to intercept the
proceedings.

It happened very quickly.

He pled guilty to all counts
almost immediately.

Since your involvement

in this operation has increased,

I think it's time you
started learning English.

I've heard

Rosetta Stone

is quite user friendly.

Regarding Elliot's arrest,

have our operative inside

greet Mr.Alderson.

He'll need protection.

And look into all the officials
on our payroll.

Let's work on an early
release plan.

He went to jail voluntarily.

He's crazy.

Did I confuse you with my
request?

Understood.

Good.

See my next appointment in.

Satisfy a curiosity of mine.

What did Mr. Alderson steal?

The Victim's dog

Flipper.

And I would be
the greatest job president,

ever, in my opinion.

So, this is your house.

One of your houses, I assume.

I've never been
to this island.

You know, it doesn't even
show up on Google Maps.

You're going back to New York
in 22 minutes.

Well, Jesus Christ,
you could've called me

instead of putting me
on a four-hour flight.

I got a bad L4.

I need you to start
an image rehabilitation

on Tyrell Wellick.

He's an ex-E Corp employee

who's about to be blamed
for the Five/Nine hack.

No matter how public it gets,

it is important that he stays
in a positive light.

Huh.

Any chance Obama
goes after him?

People love to defend
anything he hates.

Also, there's a new narrative
I would like you to explore.

I need you to put fsociety's
origin on Iranian soil.

Iran, huh?

That's brown enough.
Shouldn't be too hard.

One last thing...

I may have a potential
candidate for president

I want you to back.

Now, I've created
tens of thousands of jobs

over my career,
tens of thousands.

Look, the country's desperate
right now.

But you can't be serious.

I mean, the guy's a buffoon.

He's completely divorced
from reality.

How would you
even control him?

If you pull
the right strings,

a puppet will dance any way
you desire.

Right?
Make America great again.

I say it.

Max, he's interfering with the resonator bomb.

Stop him!

I checked all the elevators,
Max, it's not here.

It's got to be.
Keep looking.

Mr. Wellick?

I'm Mr. Williams.

Please, come, come.
Have a seat.

Would you like some tea?

I brought Soderblandning
just for you.

No, I'm fine.

Are you comfortable here?

You have everything you need?

No.

I've been here four days
by myself.

What's going on?
Where's Elliott?

Mm.

Where Elliot is
is an interesting story,

and I've been tasked to come
here precisely for that reason...

to explain it to you.

Please sit.

First, I have a few questions.

We understand you were
working with Elliot...

On Stage 2
before your bad luck.

Is that correct?
Yes.

And we need to
get started on it.

E Corp might've already begun
the recovery program.

We need to start our research

We can't squander
our lead time like this.

Four days is already too long.

Yes, well, uh...

before we commit
our resources to you,

I was sent here to confirm
your loyalty to our cause.

This is something
we take very seriously

if we're to work
with someone at this level.

You mean the Dark Army?

Of course I will be loyal
to you.

You're our partners...
Did you kill Sharon Knowles?

What?

Did you kill Sharon Knowles?

- I'm not sure I understand.
- Don't look away.

Look at me.
Did you kill Sharon Knowles?

What does this
have to do with...

- Did you kill Sharon Knowles?
- No.

- Do you love your wife?
- What is this?

- Do you love your wife?
- Of course I do!

Have you slept with anyone
else since you've been married?

Don't look away.
Look at me.

Have you slept with anyone
else since you've been married?

- No.
- Will you be loyal to me?

- Yes.
- Were you fired from E Corp?

No, I quit.

Are you afraid
of becoming your father?

What?

- Do you hate your father?
- No.

- Will you be loyal to me?
- Yes.

Did you murder
Sharon Knowles?

This is enough!

- Did you murder Sharon Knowles?
- I said no!

- Do you hate your father?
- No.

- Do you love your wife?
- Of course I do.

- Were you fired?
- No.

- Will you be loyal to me?
- Yes!

Don't look away. Look at me.
Do you hate your father?

Are you afraid
of becoming your father?

This is enough.

- Were you fired from E Corp?
- This is enough!

Did you murder
Sharon Knowles?

Will you be loyal to me?
Yes!

Have you slept
with anyone else

since you've been married?

Have you slept
with anyone else

since you've been married?

Yes.

Have you ever cheated
on your wife?

No.

Do you hate your father?

Yeah.

Were you fired from E Corp?

Yeah.

Are you afraid
of becoming your father?

Yes.

Did you murder
Sharon Knowles?

Did you murder
Sharon Knowles?

Yes, yes, yes.

Will you be loyal to me?

No, I will not.

I will not.

But I will always be loyal
to Elliot.

You'll need to prep
Stage 2 from here

until we establish
a more permanent headquarters.

We'll get you everything you
need to begin reconnaissance.

You'll receive a phone
and a laptop

with a VSAT to a satellite
that we control.

Further instructions
will follow.

We're naming this op
Red Wheelbarrow.

It was
Mr. Alderson's request.

But you still
haven't told me...

Where is Elliot?

You have a collect call
from an inmate

at the Queensboro
Correctional Facility.

This call will be recorded
and monitored.

Please press one to accept.

Hello?

Is it really you?

Who is this?

Bonsoir, Elliot.

"Death Likes It Hot"
by Gore Vida... Chapter one.

The death of Peaches Sandoe,
the midget,

at the hands, or rather feet...

In the sideshow
of the circus

at Madison Square Garden...

You seem frustrated.

It was Elliot.
He was acting strange.

Doesn't exactly floor me.

Come outside with me
for a moment.

Get a firm stance.

Solid grip.

Swing through the log!

I need to get back to work.

You know,
if you're not careful,

you can lose your mind
up here alone.

This is the best way
to get you centered.

Balance is key.

Let me walk you
through another one.

I used to do it as a child.

Why'd you ever stop?

Because I hated it.

Even better.

Here's the femtocell.

The malware's
already installed.

Just need you to mod it

and do your thing
with the antennas.

Cool. I'll hit this up
tonight.

Tonight?

Try now, kid.
We're on a schedule.

We have some worrywarts
back at the house.

Training Angela for this hack
has been a bitch.

What's up?
You're acting weird.

You ever think about
not doing this shit anymore?

Just giving it up?

I mean, can't we just be
a normal couple

that complains
about the water bill

and looks up vacation packages
to Budapest?

I knew I should've never
let you fuck me.

- Okay.
- I'm joking, dickface.

Look, we're in the eye
of a shitstorm,

and it ain't slowing down
right now.

But it will.

Maybe then
we can discuss Budapest.

She's antsy for it, so...

make sure you get it
back to me soon.

She's a job.

Always was.

If anything gets fucked up,

she's protected, you're not.

Why are you telling me this?

Stop caring about her.

Trust me.

Bye.

That thing needs to
go back to the city, ASAP.

There's additional code
on here.

The Android malware... this has
nothing to do with our plan.

Why am I even discussing
this with you?

Elliot and I should be
working on this together.

If we were in the same room,
this would've been done.

Are you finished?

How you holding up?

Thought this might
cheer you up.

Help remind you
of the old country.

Swedish Fish.

I take it you've read the news
of your wife's divorce.

Listen...

don't believe
everything you read, okay?

Those tabloids...
they're always full of shit.

Look how they almost ruined
Richard Gere's life,

and he's a damn fine actor.

"Primal Fear," am I right?

No one who's been emasculated
by crushing or cutting

may enter the assembly
of the Lord...

Deuteronomy 23:1.

Hey.

Thanks for getting me
the sunglasses.

Freeze! Don't move!

Let me see your hands.

Hands in the air, now!

Yep, I'm looking at him
right now.

Yes, sir.

I have the coordinates
plugged into my GPS.

I should be there
in about an hour.

Yes, sir. U-FAP.
We'll keep this on lockdown.

Okay, Mr. Wellick,
I need to let you know

that you're being detained
locally by me

for unlawful flight
to avoid prosecution.

I'll be transferring you
to FBI custody,

where you'll be
federally charged.

I can't believe
it's actually you.

I just had a hunch.

Do you speak English?

You just got me a promotion,
you know that?

Before the FBI takes you away,
I got to get a selfie with you.

No one's gonna believe this.

You all right?

Finally.

I was thinking you guys
were gonna send the cavalry.

You guys and your
goddamn cute puzzles.

I could've gotten here sooner if
you just gave me the address.

I had to solve a fucking
math problem to figure it out.

You're lucky I covered the area
and made sure

all the leads on Wellick
came directly to me.

But I wasn't planning
on killing a fucking cop.

What if he had called it in
to the local Barney Fife?

I mean,
if you had done your job...

You got to understand
where I'm coming from.

Now, I am getting
some serious heat at work,

which in my world
eventually leads to suspicion...

suspicion because of the events
you guys created.

I dodged a shootout in China.

That hasn't gone unnoticed.

Why was there a shootout?

Who the fuck knows?
Because your boss is a maniac.

And now, with this FBI hack,

it's left us in a shitstorm
over Berenstain.

Shit happens.

Today wasn't our best day,
but we took care of it.

"We"?

I took care of it.

Yeah. Right. I forgot.

You guys don't give a shit
about me.

Make sure
this doesn't happen again.

You fucking weirdo.

Hey, don't mind him.

He's a little snake...

you know, the kind of guy

that will slice your throat
when you fart.

So...

you want to tell me
what that was all about...

running off like that?

You and I... our stories
aren't that different.

I'm not wanted
for the crime of the century.

I work a little more subtly.

But we're both married
to our jobs...

Whether by nature
or by choice.

That said...

my boys were everything to me.

Problem is, I fucked up.

Took too long
to realize it.

And when my wife left me,

she took 'em.

- What happened?
- I was lost...

as lost as you are right now.

And after chopping
a fuckload of wood myself,

I realized I needed them
in my life.

But I knew I had to have
a lot of patience.

And when the time was right...

I was able to prove to my wife
that I was a good provider...

a good father,

a good man.

Now, tonight,

when I get home, my kids
are gonna run up and hug me.

We're gonna make Jiffy Pop

and watch "Big Brother"
together.

When all is said
and done here,

you'll have your chance
to fix your situation.

And then your wife and son

will come running up
to greet you

at the end
of a long day's work.

My wife has to see me
as someone strong again.

She has to know
I will fix this.

But we have to get
this mission back on track.

And that can't happen until
Elliot and I are reunited.

Give me a few more weeks,

and I promise...

you'll see him.

Couldn't close?
Nah, he walked.

What happened?

I'll tell you what happened.

You couldn't relate to him.

Take my thermos,
for example.

Yeah, so what?
You don't even have kids.

Point is, people want
a connection.

Makes you more trustworthy.

You walk around
with one of these,

and all of a sudden,
you're that corny guy

who's proud
of being a father,

helps them buy
what you're selling.

Ah...

Yeah. I'm gonna go in
for the night.

Next time, make the sale. Eh.

James, you are evicted

from the "Big Brother" House.

Should we make out?

It's been really fun.

Whoo!

So how'd it go?

It was cool.
Got to stab up

a bunch of neo-Nazi
motherfuckers to death.

You know, not that
I'm a fan of murderin' and shit,

'cause I respect
life and all,

but when it come
to neo-Nazis...

Well, shit,

not gonna lie...
it was kind of fun.

I mean how'd it go
with Alderson?

Oh!

He got his papers.

Should be out soon.

By the way, get him laid
when he gets out, man.

Homeboy is wound tighter
than a chinchilla's asshole.

Go get packed.

He's being released.

It's perfect.
He will love it.

Now, I'm giving
this back to you

for safe keeping.

The barrel was jammed.
Squib load.

Next shot would've blown
your hand clean off.

Lucky for you,
I took care of it.

So this is how
the meet's gonna go down.

We've reached out to Elliot,

and you will be given
further instructions

as soon as he makes contact.

Until then, we're gonna
need you to stay here

so you'll be near
the rendezvous point.

Now, you'll give our driver
the address.

He won't know where you're
going until you tell him.

If you get hungry,
just call for room service.

Oh, stay away
from the windows, okay?

We can't take any chances
now that we're in the city.

Okay.
Wait.

What about my suit?

- Tyrell, we discussed this.
- I need it.

It's nonnegotiable.

I have to look my best
for him.

It's in your closet.

I still strongly advise
against wearing it.

You know, this isn't
bumfuck nowhere.

You get picked up
around here,

we can't protect you.

Mr. Willick, it sounds like someone's here downstairs.

I'll be right down.

- You Elliot?
- How do you know my name?

No Elliot?

No, no, okay. Wait.

Chambers and Church.

We have to be careful now.

They said he's going
to be okay.

You need to sit down.

When he wakes up,
you shouldn't talk to him.

I will handle this.

He should be in a hospital.

The conditions here
aren't suitable.

It's... it's...
He's in good hands.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

He and I were meant
to be a team,

but he kept saying
I wasn't real.

He said he didn't see me,

but I was standing
right in front of him.

We were talking.

So why would he say
I wasn't real, hmm?

I don't understand.

I just don't understand.

It was almost as if
he were a different person.

Tyrell...

- He is...
- Tyrell.

Huh?

There's something that I need
to tell you about Elliot.

You're right.

He sometimes can become
a different person.