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You're not.

You're a weapon.

Mom, a lot's happened since last I saw you. I'm not going to run. You should

probably leave.

This is exactly what you do when shit like this happens. You shut down. Who

you? Just a brave traveler.

It's finally come home.

Susan Jacobs, the general counsel at E -Corp. When they cleared E -Corp, you

laughed.

There's security camera footage of him kidnapping Ms. Alderson.

Unless you finish cleaning up Santiago's mess, I'm going to be forced to do

something very bad to your mother.

We found their heart. We robbed it. She finally goes down.

I know all about Cypress National Bank. Her money's as good as gone. You hear

me? Is that her in the ACV outside?

Welcome back, Mr. Alderson.

A symbolic breach in the structure that separated millions and claimed hundreds

of lives.

That was 1989.

The world was up for grabs.

All the money, power, natural resources, health, even borders were negotiable.

Soviet Union, a great world superpower, was collapsing.

Whereas some saw freedom, the young...

Imaginative Minister Zhang saw a possibility, a new world order.

So Zhang formed an investment group called Deus.

The goal?

Bring together the world's wealthiest, most powerful men to consolidate control

and manipulate global events for profit.

Zhang courted dignitaries, world leaders, oligarchs, businessmen, and he

damn good salesman.

The potential profit outweighed anyone's moral reservation, which was proven

true in an early endeavor.

The First Gulf War.

Something is happening outside.

Skies over Baghdad have been illuminated.

A few backroom deals, a promise here, a bribe there. Like that, the Deus Group

was rich on oil and had a foothold in the military -industrial sector.

With the right players in place.

Running the world turned out to be surprisingly easy.

I have to say, business was booming.

With his network of hackers and terrorists in place, Zhang suggested

Group look in a new direction.

Industrial espionage was yesterday's work. What better way to gain leverage

everyone than if everyone was connected?

During my service in Congress, I took the initiative.

Creating the Internet.

The United States was a test case.

Americans seemed the most ready to give their lives over to a box.

Without hesitation, everyone jumped online.

Welcome. You've got mail. Offered everything they had. Bank accounts,

bills, medical records, DNA data, baby pictures.

We staged the biggest coup in human civilization, and the whole world

volunteered to take part, opted in, checked the box, and clicked I Agree.

With the Deus Group behind it, E -Corp became the world's biggest front. With

every new device we rolled out, there was a new way for the Deus Group to

manipulate the public.

But as the world embraced the digital age, we began to see that Zhang had been

perfectly positioning himself to take...

Total control.

Zhang's billion -dollar machine.

He clandestinely built it under the Washington Township Nuclear Power Plant.

The Deus Group now understood we were working for Zhang, not with him. His pet

project, which we'd belittled for years, had been the singular purpose of the

Deus Group all along.

Did you feel lucky, Mr. Alderson, that I was the one alerted when you walked

into that apartment?

It's my duty to dispose of any intruder and report the

attempt. You didn't.

Why?

Crazy, right?

Yeah, I never thought we'd still be here either.

Thought we were goners.

But here we are, still alive.

But that's not the crazy part.

The crazy part is... We were saved by him.

The enemy.

One we've been after this whole time.

Question is, what's the angle?

What's the cost?

Because one thing we know by now, it ain't free.

It won't work.

You're a heist.

But you just said the Deus Group funds White Rose's project and the Dark Army.

If I can find a way to rob the Deus Group, White Rose loses everything.

But like I said,

the Deus Group is impenetrable.

White Rose designed it that way.

You can get us in.

Excuse me?

It's like you said.

E -Corp is a front for the Deus Group.

Last I checked, you're still the CEO.

We can take them all down if we work together.

You have to have a contact at the bank that can get me the Deus Group account

numbers. A real contact.

Susan Jacobs.

General Counsel at E -Corps. She was my designated associate for Cypress

National Bank.

She handled everything.

Withdrawals, deposits, transfers.

I would just receive a text to authorize the transaction, but she... I can get

around two -factor authentication.

I just need their phone numbers.

What? You think the Crown Prince of Saudi Arabia has the same cell phone

for more than five days?

Or the chairman of Royal Dutch Shell?

Let me worry about that.

Just tell me how I can get a hold of this contact of yours.

Well, that's where you will run into some difficulty.

Susan Jacobs disappeared months ago.

Given how open White Rose is about my inevitable exit from the group, I

received another contact. I'm sorry, Mr. Alderson, but I really can't help

you.

You know what they've got.

I'm just going to let them keep doing it. You're trying to stop a speeding

by standing in front of it. All this, this...

It's just a blip.

They won't even notice. White Rose killed your daughter.

You think I didn't look into you two?

I don't know how you justify the shit you do.

Maybe you want to look back at what White Rose did to Angela and see it as a

necessary evil.

A cost of doing business.

Or maybe you don't look back at it at all.

Because deep down you know what happened.

What's been happening is wrong.

Something.

Inside you is telling you to stop looking the other way.

I can start here.

Even if I were to agree to help you, it's

like I had this heist.

It's not possible.

I'll find Susan Jacobs.

Just get them all in a room together.

You want me to randomly request that the entire deus group gather in one place?

Without even a pretext.

In the next eight days.

Eight days.

Is that all? That's all I got. Once White Rose starts shipping her project,

dead. And how do you expect me to pull this off?

You've done White Rose's bidding thus far and paid a horrible cost.

That loyalty won't be lost on her.

You can use that.

And if it's your life you're worried about

doing nothing,

not fighting back,

you may as well be dead.

I became a dead man walking the minute I

agreed to work with White Rose.

Just like you.

What are we supposed to do now?

Either the now.

He just walked out that door.

I'd be dead on the floor of my apartment if he didn't want in.

He'll be back.

Besides, he just gave us the name of his bank contact.

A contact that's been missing for months.

So we find out why she disappeared.

We take anything she left behind.

Yeah. It's Mom.

She's gone, Elliot.

Your mom was the nicest, most thoughtful woman.

When my dad died, she gave me a shoulder to cry on.

Always had a kind word for everyone.

You two must feel so blessed to have had her in your life.

Yeah, we feel totally blessed.

What are we supposed to do?

Um, well, when my dad died, I turned towards the Lord. You mean with the

Oh, oftentimes, like, families find sentimental value in their loved one's

possessions. Donate everything.

Staff are not allowed to pack up a deceased patient's belongings.

You can put a post -it note on the boxes with the items you wish to donate.

About yesterday, I know I was a little mental.

Well, cool.

Are you just saying that, or...? Oh, good.

Let's get this done.

Are you going to help?

What's the hurry?

She's not going to get any debtor.

You know, for someone who refused to enter this room the last few years, you

seem pretty comfortable now that you're gone.

Don't you feel a little relieved?

I know I sound like a total dick, but...

You feel it too, right?

You know what?

Fuck it.

Why should I feel like a dick for being happy?

She was an asshole to us.

Now I don't ever have to think about her again.

Brad, your old Walkman.

Why does it even hear Mom hated music?

Doesn't matter.

Hold up.

I'll take it if you don't.

Because that's our full on fact.

Mom had a safe deposit box.

And how long did you work under A -SAC Santiago?

Three years, since I started the New York office.

Describe his disposition as a senior agent for me.

How did he treat his squad?

Any quirk?

Oddities? No.

Santiago was always even -keeled. He treated everyone fairly, with respect.

Both in the office and out in the field.

Did you ever see Agent Santiago do anything suspicious or out of character

before his disappearance on October 23rd?

What do you mean by suspicious?

Not every day an ASAC ups and erases security cam footage from the FBI's

garage before dropping it off the face of the earth.

Oh, right.

You okay there, Agent Shapiro?

Sorry, you seem a little out of it.

You getting enough rest?

Can I... just have the water?

Sir, there's something I know I should tell you, but... But what?

We're both here for the same reason.

To find Agent Santiago, make sure he's safe.

Now, if there's anything you can do to help us do that... I think Agent

was a double agent.

A double agent.

To be clear, Agent DiPiro, you're accusing your former commanding officer,

FBI mentor, of working as an operative against the Bureau?

I'm sorry, Agent Horton. I'm just having a little trouble saying this aloud.

Knowing it's on the record and...

I'm

worried.

Worried about what might happen about the repercussions.

What repercussions?

Santiago was working with some awfully dangerous people.

No agent wants to see their brother, their sister on the wrong side of the

I get that.

But you know it's our duty to uphold the integrity of the Bureau.

Take a breath.

Whenever you're set.

Can you tell me who Agent Santiago was working with?

The Trujillo drug cartel.

...did to the Manson murder victims is merciful by the standards of the lawful

justice in the time... Doug out. Okay.

It's all on me. Nice to hear your voice.

How was the interview?

Fine. We're good.

Clarify for me what you mean by good.

Um, I fed them the cover story.

He bought it and praised me for coming forward.

That's encouraging.

You believe it was a successful meeting?

Your colleagues believe all is above board?

I mean, I was a little nervous at the start, but then I was fine.

Totally fine.

Agent Horton bought it. I'm sure of it.

Clarify sure.

I mean,

I don't know.

As sure as I can be, I guess. 99 .9 % sure.

Interesting.

Well, it is just a red -letter day. Now, I know, beginnings are always the

hardest, but it's best for everyone if you stay calm and keep a level head.

One moment, I'm just finishing a phone call.

Dominique? I want you to know that we are very pleased that you are back to

and on the mend.

Don't be a stranger.

Let us know if there's anything you need, and we'll do the same.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

No holidays.

Busy, busy, busy.

What can I do for you?

I want Beatrice with me forever.

There's the cost of living and the cost of dying.

Seems you're paying the price whether you're coming or going.

This is taking way too long.

Susan Jacobs?

No, death.

We have to get back to work.

Still running the password cracker on your e -coin wallet, but nothing yet.

And then there's the real price, not cash or e -coin.

The emotional toll.

How are you doing with all this?

Soon as we get the death certificate, I'm done.

The toll Elliot isn't willing to pay, whether he's not ready to or just

want to.

I'm not talking about paperwork, kiddo.

I'm talking about the fact that your mom died this morning.

Maybe you should take a minute, deal with what's happening.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I'm kind of an expert at observing you.

All I'm saying is that you need to stop and take in your mom's death.

Or it's going to eat away at you like everything else you're holding in.

You're the only thing I'm holding in.

We need to take down White Rose, or we die.

Darlene dies.

Did your expert observation also pick up on that?

I agree.

That could have gone better.

Fuck you.

Okay, I mean... How the hell should I know what she would have wanted?

Don't look at me like that.

Yeah, she was my mom, but we weren't close.

There was no... These are my last wishes conversation. I mean... Fuck.

I can't even remember the last time we... Spoke.

So, give me a goddamn break here, all right?

Cremation, cardboard coffin, cheapest urn.

I'm not even a little curious about what's in it.

I mean, she went through the process of opening a safe deposit box. That is...

not the woman we grew up with.

So, I mean, there's got to be something important in there, right?

Hello?

Bueller? Are you alive?

No, Darlene, I don't think there's anything important in there.

Well, you don't know that for sure. I mean, maybe there are some secrets.

Secrets?

I don't know, like the secrets why Mom is such a bitch?

Money?

A deed to a chateau in France?

Adoption papers?

Your adoption papers?

Yo, asshole, please stop ignoring me. The fuck is with you, man? I'm here,

aren't I?

No, you're not.

I thought you said we were cool.

We are cool.

Okay, then prove it. Come with me to the bank.

What is the point?

It's not gonna change the fact that mom's dead.

Just fucking come with me!

I need to go.

Okay?

Remember when we were kids?

And you were scared?

You were having one of your episodes, and I would tell you to squeeze my hand.

And as long as you could feel my hand, you knew I was there, and it was okay,

and everything was real.

Well, now I need you to help me.

Make me feel like everything is okay.

You're not going to find any answers in an old safe deposit box.

Then it'll be a short trip.

Condolences.

He's an Irish mobster out of Hell's Kitchen, trying to recreate the glory

but online instead of the streets.

operates what looks like a legitimate shipping website.

But shipping people, Mr. McGuire?

More like disappearing people. We pieced together his Alpha Bay connections and

ID'd 17 career criminals he helped walk off the street.

Never to be seen again, living happy lives under new names all over the

Mr. McGuire.

You and I, we could help each other.

You talk to me, maybe I could put in a good word. You seem a kind lad.

And I'd love to help you.

Help me should I need the helping.

But I'm an innocent man, you see.

Agent Apparel, I'm sorry to interrupt.

You should see this.

You met with them today, didn't you?

Did you seem upset or worried or... What are you talking about?

They haven't publicly released the name, but it's Agent Horton.

From the Santiago case.

Gone. What?

The safe deposit box.

It's gone. Payment lapsed two years ago.

We tried contacting the account owner, your mother, but never heard back.

It's policy to dispose of the contents after a 120 -day grace period.

You threw away my mom's shit?

It's... policy.

Give you a few minutes.

This is ridiculous.

Let's go.

We still have to pick up our fucking ashes.

Didn't even know what was in there.

Don't you get it, Elliot? It's not about the fucking box. It's about the fact

that you don't give a shit.

About mom fucking sue me for not giving a shit about her after what she did? Not

mom.

Angela.

You were right.

Gone.

How do you do it?

How do you just move on like that?

What are you doing?

Open it.

Do you recognize that tape?

How did mom get this?

No idea.

Poor her.

Maybe she wished it were.

Why would she even listen to it?

She was lonely.

What are you doing?

I'm going to listen to it.

You're going to listen with me.

You're a little unbalanced.

Good tree.

Yes.

To the left.

Happy holidays, Philip.

I would pleased you reached out, having been so quiet these past few months.

Is that why you're here?

To make an attempt... Look, it would be a waste of both our time to speculate on

why I'm here.

The truth is simple.

Let's give that a shot.

I'm resigning as CEO of E Corp by end of year.

Which means, of course, I'll be parting ways with the deus group as well.

Well, that is obviously unacceptable.

Your tenure at E Corp will be over soon enough, but you will simply have to

wait. Nothing can rock the boat now, as my project has not yet shipped.

Yes, yes. I understand, but here's the thing.

I don't care.

Do not forget your loyalty.

My loyalty has been unquestionable.

Taken nearly everything from me.

I'd like to leave with what little I have left.

You know that in order for me to replace you as CEO,

The Deus Group members must all agree on your successor in person.

Well, perhaps a New Year's celebration will befit this fresh start.

Your request is absurd. You know we can't organize a meeting within the next

week. And yet I have faith you'll find a way.

That is not how this fucking game is played!

Gain.

Gain, that word, is our problem.

There's an end point.

There must be, eventually.

And I've reached mine.

Since the game is what you care about, you should be happy.

You won.

Hello?

I played my hand.

And?

And now we wait.

Thank you.

Don't thank me.

I'm not doing this for you.

You ready?

I got mom's ashes.

Who was that?

No one.

I saw your phone earlier when we were here and on the train platform.

Why are you hacking Susan Jacob's equine wallet?

Why do you care?

Because I do.

Why?

I knew her.

The last transaction in her equine wallet.

At the animal shelter?

What about it?

That wasn't her.

It was me.

As you.

Who broke into our house.

You were in jail.

As society needed a new base.

But she caught you.

She was supposed to be out of town.

Darlene?

What did you do?

What, you want me to say it?

Jesus fucking Christ!

I knew you wouldn't get it.

Then why did you tell me?

I had to know.

Know what?

That we'd still be okay.

Even if you knew what I did.

I read what she did.

The Washington Township case.

I need everything you have on Susan Jacobs.

Why?

Susan Jacobs was also working for the Dark Army.

And what does that have to do with you?

I'm going after White Rose.

You know that. suicide, right?

Probably.

You're gonna do it anyway.

Why not give up?

Dan, she'll find me.

What?

She'll find us. both. That's why you're doing this.

I'm in.

No.

This is exactly why I didn't tell you in the first place.

I'm not giving you a choice.

Besides, you need me.

Face it.

Every hack you've ever pulled off is because F Society helped you. And right

now, we're all that's left.

Okay, if this is...

The biggest thing you're ever going to do, and we're doing it together.

Give me your phone.

I rigged Signal's API to beam a GPS cord so we could share locations.

That way, if you're ever worried about me, you'll know where I am.

Done.

Okay, I'm in whether you like it or not.

To be honest, I wasn't expecting you to say White Rose. I mean, I knew you were

up to something, but you're acting like such a total sketchball. I figured it

had to do with Vera.

Vera?

What does he have to do with anything?

Well, that's what I was wondering.

I mean, he freaked me the fuck out when he showed up at your building a couple

months ago, but...

When I told you, you just blew it off like it was no big deal.

I don't need to worry about him, do I?

No.

You should get going.

Pull everything you have on, Susan.

You coming?

I'll be right there.

Elliot.

Thanks.

For today.

I don't know what Darlene is talking - Price!

made his move. We might actually have a shot at White Rose, but none of that

matters because I can't fucking trust you. Listen to me. I don't know anything

about Vera. You heard what she said.

She told one of us and it wasn't me. There's no reason for me to keep that

you. Fuck it.

You want to go back to not talking to each other, blocking each other out,

fighting for control?

Look at me.

I am telling you the truth.

I am not the one Darlene talked to.

I said, wasn't you?

And was it me?

What?

I've been looking all over for you.

You shouldn't be sitting there. That's not your seat.

What? They're not ready yet.

We need to wait.

For what?

For him.

You mean Mr. Robot?

No.

Elliot?

No.

The other one.