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[MUSIC PLAYING]

So I guess I have writer's block.

That's normal, right?

A couple of months with no inspiration is no big deal.

Have I reached that point in my life

where everything is meaningless and nothing will ever

excite me again?

[BEEPING]

Yep.

Time for work.

[RADIO TALK]

Just a couple of weeks into the first day of winter,

but it looks like no one's told Mother Nature.

Meteorologists are predicting warm weather

will continue for the rest of the week.

But hey, if you wanted a white Christmas,

you probably wouldn't have moved to Dallas, right?

--company's private servers left personal records

exposed for their wide network.

With as many as 500 million people's personal information

at risk--

--chained to your PC.

With cloud based storage solutions powered by Templar,

you can access your data anywhere at any time.

All with the industry standard security and--

--and announced he is suspending his campaign, following

allegations that members of his staff

illegally accessed the private donor data of his opponent.

Morning.

Morning, Molly.

Something going on?

Yeah.

We're orange today.

Some assholes on the internet thought

it'd be funny to threaten State Department servers.

You're good.

These people need a hobby.

Or an ass-whooping.

Either or.

A former military strategist and collaborator, Citadel Solutions

has paved the way for innovations

since the conception of the worldwide web.

[MESSENGER CHIMES]

[TSKING] I have no idea what I'm missing here.

I've run it like 100 times.

What is this for exactly?

Well, I'm trying to build something, OK,

that'll automatically file the reports into databases

versus us doing it manually.

[CHUCKLES] Isn't that an IT job?

Yeah.

Sure, it is, but seeing how I have

had a request in for a new mouse for-- what-- seven months,

yeah, I'm thinking it will be faster if I do it.

I admire your enthusiasm.

Well, I think it's a sequencing problem.

OK.

No, no, this line shouldn't be before this line.

You can't sort A and B, so you should pick one.

[COMPUTER BEEPING]

Boom.

Oh, fucking hell.

I'm an idiot.

This--

Agree.

But you were 99% of the way there.

Sometimes you just need fresh eyes.

Buy you lunch?

Yeah.

You will.

And so finally, I told him, all right,

I've been here four years.

I'm sitting at the same desk.

You've got to put me on something else, OK?

I came to Citadel to make a difference.

"To develop cyber solutions for everyday life."

[SCOFFS] You did not repeat the slogan back to him.

Fuck yeah, I did.

Did he buy it?

I don't know with this guy.

Who knows with this guy?

You know what, I'm not bullshitting, Molly, OK?

Not really.

Honestly, I-- I--

I want to create something.

I want to do something.

I-- I can't just fix other people's mistakes

for the rest of my life.

Amen.

I don't know.

He said project assignments are up in a couple of weeks.

He'll see what he can do.

Hey, that sounds promising.

Eh.

We'll see.

You should have seen this guy's face, like my ambition was

some sort of inconvenience.

They don't want thinkers.

They want workers.

Well, fuck that.

What about you?

What about me?

When are you going to talk to Donovan

about getting on a team?

I don't know.

He probably won't even listen to me.

I'm still too new.

Don't you puss out on me, Molly.

OK?

We talked about this.

We had a deal.

Plus the guy likes you.

He'd probably put you anywhere you wanted to go.

I'm not even sure this is what I want to be doing.

Molly, you're really good at it.

It pays well.

I'm not seeing the problem here.

Not until that book deal comes along.

It's a three book deal.

Oh yeah.

It's a three book deal.

Mhm.

OK.

Hey, my mistake.

Yeah.

[LAUGHS]

[SIGHS]

Hey, guys.

This one's a bitch.

Until I can shake something loose from my shitty brain,

I thought I'd share this.

I wrote it a couple years back.

Be gentle?

[SIGHS]

That's so awesome, man.

Congrats.

Thank you.

He told me this morning.

I'm moving to Hall D on Monday.

Any idea what department it is?

Nah.

He said I'd find out then.

Hey, do you think it's MIHR?

Yeah right.

I'm just saying, it could be.

The space station?

M-I-H-R. Not M-I-R.

What's M-I-H-R?

Why don't you tell me?

It's an urban legend around here.

We have urban legends?

How have you not heard about this?

I knew I shouldn't have missed office sewing circle.

It's the most top secret initiative we have.

Only a handful of people work on it at any given time.

It's like some ridiculously advanced shit.

If it's so classified how come everybody knows about it?

It's like our Area 51.

We all know it's happening, but we just don't know what it is.

And it's not security related?

Well, look, we do a lot of R&D here, right?

Not all of it ends up being for CSEC.

I mean, some of this could be MIHR--

if it exists.

It exists.

It's been around for years.

It doesn't seem like they have a practical application for it

yet, but they refuse to let it die.

Ah.

Anyway, I'm not getting MIHR.

I hope you do, man.

Not me, not me, not me.

Linking to that shit is treason.

I'm not looking to spend the rest of my life in prison, OK?

And I can't keep secrets.

I don't know.

It sounds exciting.

[CHUCKLES] Of course she'd think that, huh?

Riots continue in Paris today, following

outrage over drone strikes that killed

17 civilians in the Syrian capital of Damascus

over the weekend.

These latest strikes are particularly controversial

due to allegations that terrorist suspects

in the region are using radio technologies used to misdirect

drones to more populated areas.

Government officials have so far refused to comment,

citing ongoing security--

Seems like someone's sleeping on the fucking job.

[TYPING]

We can't talk about project MIHR without first talking

about Citadel Solutions.

You've probably heard of the private government

contract, big time security software developer.

You're familiar with their software,

but the truth is it isn't theirs.

Citadel has been cannibalizing the dark web for years,

stealing codes and ideas, polishing them up, repurposing

them for consumers.

Making millions off our backs, our innovations.

But we're the bad guys, right?

40 minutes?

What's on the other--

Some time in the year 2000, Citadel

acquired an unusual bit of software

for a social experiment or a decryption tool.

Apparently, they've developing this for nearly two decades

with the goal of using it for targeted cyberattacks

against hostile enemies.

They've done a good job of keeping this quiet.

They even managed to censor web search results too.

But they can't censor out you.

One thing I know for sure, in the weeks

since I began my research I've had three attempted

infiltrations on my own server.

We need to keep digging.

But if you choose to join me, you need to be prepared.

They will come for you, and I don't know what

they'll do when they find you.

[BEEP]

Oh fuck.

[SIGHS]

[ELECTRIC HUM]

Hey.

I'm sorry.

I'm just finishing up.

Man, they're running you ragged over there.

You have no idea.

It's good though?

It's what you wanted?

It's great, you know.

It's great.

Cool.

I'm glad.

Just I-- I'm sorry.

I--

Yeah.

No problem.

Gotta go.

I'll see you later.

Yeah.

What the hell are you doing?

Will you just hold on a sec?

This is stupid.

It's not stupid.

It's called dramatic tension.

It's called nonsense.

I already know what you look like.

But you've never seen me in glorious slow motion video

before.

[SCOFFS] You're so ridiculous.

Deal with it.

OK.

OK.

On the count of three.

1, 2, 3.

Hey.

Hi.

So you still like me?

Until Natalie Portman decides to return my fan mail, sure.

Dick.

So now what?

Um.

You said you wanted to bitch about work.

Oh shit.

Yeah.

It's been a weird week.

Uh, that guy Zach I told you about, he looks like hell,

and he never has time to talk anymore.

So--

Day jobs eat at your soul.

I told you.

Yeah.

Well, you're doing good work helping people.

This is going to sound stupid, but it

feels good to know that we're making a difference.

God.

You're such a sap.

Shut up.

I don't know.

I guess I'm just bumming it, I guess.

Zach was like my best friend there,

and now he's on this new team.

And it's all top secret.

And I--

[CHIMING]

And?

What?

Earth to Molly.

Sorry.

I don't know.

I've just been in my head a lot lately.

That is so unlike you.

Hey.

Some find it charming.

You know if you ever want to get out of your head,

you can always talk to me.

I know.

I like the story you posted earlier.

Thanks.

The response has been meh.

Fuck them.

It's basically the internet's job to hate things.

Those who can't do troll.

I guess.

Really though.

It's good.

Plus, it takes balls to put yourself out there

like that, to be honest and comfortable enough

to share your work.

God.

It's amazing.

Don't let a few assholes take that away from you.

Thanks.

Although it would be nice to see those shitheads disappear.

Want me to kill them?

Could you?

Done.

[GIGGLES]

[CELL BUZZING]

Hello?

Molly?

Zach.

Yeah.

Sorry.

Hey, um, listen.

I need your help.

Hey, Molly.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

What are we doing?

Thank you so much, Molly.

You have no fucking idea.

I am totally fucked.

Donovan wants this by 8:00 in the morning.

You owe me so many lunches for this.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Can I get in deep shit for going in there?

Not as much as I can for letting you in here, OK?

Please.

If I would have had any other option,

I would have called them, Molly.

Come on.

Where the hell are we?

I thought you were taking me to Hall D.

Molly, please.

OK.

Come on.

Thank you again.

I really appreciate it.

You know, I have no other option.

OK.

Come on.

Take a look.

Hey, pay attention.

We don't have time.

This-- you wrote this?

No.

I got it like this.

Got it from who?

Upstairs.

I don't even know what the fuck I'm looking at.

Right.

How the fuck does he expect me to fix something

that doesn't make any sense?

It's some advanced shit.

What's it supposed to do?

We're a little past protocol here.

It's a delivery system, OK.

It's supposed to-- it's some sort of compression.

It's supposed to, like, send the large data files quickly.

What's it used for?

I don't know, Molly.

Maybe it's for the antivirus in Hall D.

I have no idea what it is.

I don't know what they're working on.

They don't tell me anything.

Really?

Yes, really.

They give me this code.

They say fix it, but something's clearly wrong.

And-- and-- and it keeps corrupting the files,

and I have no idea why.

I don't know if I can help.

No, no, no, Molly.

Please.

Not quickly anyway.

Molly.

Fresh eyes.

OK.

OK.

OK.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I need some coffee.

You want some?

Yeah, sure.

And I'm trusting you in here, Molly.

Eyes on that file only, OK?

Don't go digging where you don't belong.

OK.

I know what you're like.

Hey.

I got it to work 30% of the time.

That should be enough for--

[SNORING]

Go, team.

Hi.

[STATIC CRACKLING, VIOLENT ROAR]

Molly!

No!

What the hell are you doing?

I'm sorry.

I told you not to touch anything.

I knew that I shouldn't have.

Molly, my god.

How did you run this?

What?

I didn't.

That file.

It was encrypted.

How did you crack it?

It wasn't.

It was just a text document.

Text doesn't do this, Molly.

I swear.

It was just a text.

I didn't think anything would happen.

My god.

There are no unencrypted files on this entire fucking

system, Molly.

My god.

I fucked up.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Sorry.

You got to go.

I'm sorry.

You got to go.

You've got to leave, Molly.

What about the algorithm?

I'll do it myself.

I don't know.

I'll do fucking something.

You've got to go, OK?

You have no idea what you're messing with here.

I promise I won't touch anything else.

I swear.

I don't--

It's dangerous, Molly.

It is dangerous.

OK?

Do you understand?

How in the hell can software be dangerous?

My fault. This is on me.

I put you in a shitty position.

I should have known you couldn't help yourself and that--

right now, you got to go, Molly.

I got to fucking finish that disk.

I got to put it back the way it was.

And you-- you got to go.

Before that 9 AM shift, you got to get out of here, OK?

I'll take it from here.

You're right.

I'm sorry.

I just wanted to help.

I know.

Molly--

I-- OK.

[BANGING]

[ALARM BLARING]

[TRAIN PASSING]

[SHOUTING]

Please!

Please!

No!

No!

No!

Please!

No!

Get him out of here.

No!

No!

At Citadel Solutions we pride ourselves

on our cutting edge technologies that keep Americans safe.

[POLICE SIRENS]

[KNOCK]

Come in.

Molly, hi.

I was hoping I could get a word.

So any news on Zachary?

I think he's feeling better.

They still don't have any idea what caused this incident?

None.

And he doesn't remember much.

Well, he's in good hands at the hospital, I think.

I think he just needs to focus on getting better for now.

He told you he resigned?

That's actually why I'm here, Zach's position.

I'd like to apply for it.

Donovan agreed.

I start Monday.

It'll take me a while to get his X clearance,

but I'll get there.

I'll figure this out.

In the meantime, I needed someone else to know all this.

I know it's hard to believe, especially coming from me.

But I'm not imagining this.

Something's going on in there, and I need to know what it is.

This is the only way.

If something happens to me, I have a place I can go.

I made sure you were the only one that could find this.

You'd be the only person looking for me anyway.

Keep it safe.

With any luck you'll never see this,

and everything will be fine.

But if not, I love you, Ames.

That's it.

That's all of them.

I have a place I can go.

Maybe she had to run.

Yeah.

But where?

Would it have killed her to just say?

She couldn't risk it.

Then why are we here?

Why reach out to us at all if she wants to stay hidden?

Maybe something changed.

What?

It doesn't matter.

What matters is she wants us to find her.

She left this for a reason.

We can't help her if we can't find her.

We should probably just address the elephant in the room.

What if the Feds came after her?

Or Citadel?

Well, someone definitely fucking did.

We don't know that.

The stuff that she's talking about--

Homeland Security.

You don't fuck around with that stuff.

If she tried to blow the whistle on the wrong project,

God know--

All the more reason to keep going.

If she found something worth killing for--

Stop!

She's not dead.

She wants us to find her.

So let's just fucking find her.

What about her mom?

Dead.

Relatives?

Never mentioned any other family.

She's left clues for us every step of the way.

There has to be something here we're missing.

Hey, look at that.

That's not in any of the other videos.

I love you, Ames.

So?

What does it say?

Love something?

It's hard to make out.

Love--

Love is in the air.

Ugh, women.

Some of these letters are numbers though.

Look.

The O is a zero.

See the line through it?

Mhm.

The I is a one.

In the air?

Does Molly have Wi-Fi?

Shit.

Genius.

Not just a hat rack.

What?

There's nothing here.

It may be hidden.

Just hang on a second.

Network name L0V3.

Password 151NTH3@1R.

Here goes.

Yes.

OK.

Now what?

If she wanted us on this network,

there must be a server or something.

There's only one file.

Are those?

They're coordinates.

This is where she is.

[GLASS SHATTERING]

Someone's here.

[MUSIC - VARA, "BREAK DOWN THE WALLS"]

Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm doing everything right.

I start up planning a fight.

But what you want, what you want, what you want from me?

What you want, what you want, what you want from me?

What you want, what you want, what you want from me?

Yeah.

To break down the walls.