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You guys are acting like
we're walking towards
doomsday here.

It does say,
"End of the world party."

He's dead.
Did anyone see you?

We started a movement!

Get back on a terminal now!

We need to find
someone who can do

that migration thing
he keep talking about.

You play chess?
I've been looking for
a good adversary.

Sharon, how do you not
blow your brains out
being married to him?

Do you want to
go have a drink?

WOMAN: We're not to be
seen together.

KAREEM:
You've been parked in the lot
for the past two days.

How long have you
been asleep?

CISCO: There she is,
the ray of sunshine

in the dark void
of my existence.

...Washington Township
toxic waste scandal.

You want to take Internet
gossip to federal court

and throw it at the
strongest conglomerate

in the history
of civilization?

Jim and Saul
were both in
the room with Colby,

covering up the leak
in your hometown.

Their lives will
be destroyed.

But the minute you remove
emotion from this,

you'll do just fine.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

(POUNDING CONTINUES)

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Trick or treat?

(PARTY MUSIC PLAYING
IN THE DISTANCE)

Found it in a 99ȼ shop
in Chinatown.

I didn't know they
actually made a mask
from that movie. Did you?

When'd you get
back to the city?

Well, it's Halloween.

Seeing as though
that used to be our thing,
I thought I'd hit you up.

"Great, Darlene,
I haven't seen you
in a long time, either.

"I'd love to hang out."

Next time, you
should call first.
I'm going out.

(CHUCKLES) Come on.
You don't go out.

I don't mean that
in a cunty way.

I just mean,
you know, you're you.

Look, if this is you
needing a place to stay,

then you can
crash on the couch.

Init 1.

I wouldn't say that
if I wasn't being serious.

Please.

Hang out with
me tonight.

For real. I need this.

WOMAN: (ON LAPTOP)
Do you have to wear
that grody, old mask?

It's totally notchy.

It's Father's.
He wore it on his yacht
five New Year's ago.

We were
a mile off Catalina.

WOMAN: Duh.

It was the night
Uncle Conrad threw
himself overboard.

All because Dad
got the business.

DARLENE: I mean, clearly
what the film is doing
is debunking the notion

that American society
is classless.

Meritocracy my ass.

Long live the oligarchy!

(CHUCKLES)
WOMAN: Whatever,

can you
just take the mask off?
It's freaking me out.

DARLENE: God.

It's like us
and the three seeders
are the only idiots

to actually watch
this thing growing up.

This is definitely
the root of all of our
psychological dysfunction.

WOMAN: Fashionably late.
Screw that.
I hate our friends.

You still having them?

Why is that always
your go-to with me?

I mean, trust me,
in this day and age,

it's sicker not
having panic attacks.

Since when did pretending
everything's okay

suddenly become
the almighty norm?

(WOMAN GASPS)

(MAN SCREAMING)
(DARLENE CHUCKLES)

DARLENE: Jesus.

Okay, I don't
normally say this,

but I have got to
Instagram this.

People need to know
this movie exists.

(ALL SCREAMING)

I'm really into
papadum these days.

What about you?
You want to do Indian?

I hacked Postmates' proxy
that supports the APN

for my boyfriend's
cell carrier.

Now it does a URL rewrite

and sends every
postmates.com request
to my affiliate link,

meaning, I get $10 coupons
every time
a sucker orders anything.

What's your deal?

That lame InfoSec gig
scared you straight?

No, man.

Got fired.

(ELLIOT INHALES)

Now I'm seeing a shrink.

(DARLENE CHUCKLES)

Hold the fuck up.
What does a shrink
have to do with this?

I was on this project,
pen testing.

Kept finding
holes in the system.

Wasn't my fault they sucked,

but it was my job
to keep hacking till
it was hacker-proof.

I think it was the night
of Memorial Day weekend.

Everybody wanted to go home

to their parties,

their clubs,

their vacations.

But they couldn't.

Because of me.

So, when they couldn't
lock down the servers,

they decided to lock
down my ass instead,

in the server room.

After a few hours,
I fell asleep.

Woke up.

All the servers in the
room were destroyed.

I didn't remember
doing it.

Judge made me go to therapy
for anger management.

(LIGHTER CLICKS)

Guess it's official.

I'm crazy.

You want to know
who's crazy?

Those Wall Street psychos.

Okay? You'll find
something better.

Angela's trying
to hook me up
with a job at Allsafe.

(GASPS)

You see Mom?

Not really. You?

Fuck no.

She still shits on Dad
every time I talk to her.

I wish I remembered
him better.

You want to see something?

Holy shit.

Is this...

Put it on.

Put it on.

Oh, my God, okay, wait.

Put this on, too.

Why?

Because I asked you to.

(LAUGHS)

Maybe I should take
the job at Allsafe.

I could be a Trojan horse.

Be a good way
to take them down.

Who?

Evil Corp.

(CHUCKLING)

Okay.

I can't tell
if you're joking
behind that mask.

With the right access,
install the right malware,

trash their backups,

we could corrupt
all their data.

I bet it wouldn't
even be that hard.

No.

No, the hard part
would be after,
during the fallout.

That's the key.

The follow through.

They'd have
an opportunity to reset,
rebuild their database.

We couldn't let them.

It'd be tempting to
lay off them afterwards,

but that's when you
have to go in for more.

The public's
confidence in them

would have to be
completely destroyed

in order to really
finish them off.

That's the only way
it would work.

Dude, you're
freaking me out.

I mean, don't get me wrong.
Taking them down would...

Change the world.

Is this something
you've actually
thought about?

You there?

God.

I will never understand
why you did this.

ELLIOT: Asking
for help was never
Darlene's strong suit.

But then again,
is it anyone's?

An admission of weakness.

But you can't avoid
the simple truth.

The only way to
patch a vulnerability
is by exposing it first.

It's good for me here.

Better than
back at my place.

It's cool.

I mean, I don't get it,
but I don't have to.

ELLIOT: The flip side being
that exposing a vulnerability

leaves you open
for an exploit.

I have to tell
you something.

It's pretty fucking
metal though,

and I don't know
if you're gonna
be able to deal

after the whole
Gideon thing.

I know what you've
been doing, Darlene.

I see the news.

That's not even
the half of it.

You need to stop.

It's too dangerous.

Don't give me that.

The things we're
doing, Elliot,

the things I'm doing
to complete our mission,

you'd be proud
if you only knew.

We have something big planned
for the bailout vote in D.C.

No.

No more.

We're on the other side
of something
we never signed up for.

My boss was killed.

I mean,
what did you guys expect
was gonna happen, exactly?

You thought
everything was gonna
be hunky-fucking-dory?

They'd go quietly
into the night?

You said it yourself
before we even started.

The hard part
would be after,

not the during or before.

That wasn't me.

That was him.

Well, then maybe
I need him right now,

because what I'm seeing
in front of me isn't helping.

ELLIOT: She's not
telling me something.

She wants my help,
but she's not being
honest about what.

This is what she does.

I mean, the things
we're doing, Elliot...

ELLIOT: This is her default.

All right, I'm gonna show you
something in here first.

Found it kind of curious

he only printed out
a few pages

of the FBI roster.

Turned out there was
a name on each page

from the New York
office, including me.

Common thread among them
was that we all
interviewed Gideon Goddard.

Still don't know
what it means.

They were definitely
stealing power.

They found a cable running
from a municipal power source.

We're still looking
into Internet.

The whole party
was on social media.

SANTIAGO: You really like
this place for our guys?

An arcade with the
goddamn sign outside?

They're hackers. Brazen.
They believe in
hiding in plain sight.

And this is just too stupid.

What does that
say about us, then,

that we're just
now finding it?

We're bringing in
all the people
from these photos,

crosschecking
all social media,
Facebook, Twitter.

So, they threw
a party. So what?

Everyone threw one of
these end-of-the-world
parties that night.

What about the flyer?

We checked on
the DJ name, Mobley.

Appears to be
a DJ out in Vegas.

Just your average,
middle-of-the-road player.
Nobody of note.

He was doing a show out there
at Caesars that night.

It checks. I'm not sure
of the connection.

Why don't you just
break it down for us, Dom?

What hard evidence
do we actually have here?

Found this tucked behind
that Mallard Murder game
over there.

KAREEM: How do you know
no one followed you?

JOANNA: They think
I'm in a yoga class.

Trust me.

He's very good at this.

This is no way to live.

They keep
asking me questions,
over and over.

They don't stop
coming back.

I promise you.
You're safe.
(EXHALES)

I don't feel it.
I don't feel it.

I should have
never agreed to this.

Kareem, tell me what
this is really about.

I've paid you well
every week.

What good is that to me
if I'm dead, huh?

Look what happened
to the Allsafe guy.

They could kill me, too!

I should have never
got mixed up with you.

I should have just
came clean from the jump.

My husband will return soon,
and this will all be over.

Listen. I'm gonna
keep telling your
story, all right?

But if shit goes down
and I get busted,

I'm not gonna
get locked up.

You feel me?

They lowered
the daily allowance
to 50 bucks a day.

That's no way to live.
I can't live like that.

Speak.

Ma'am, we're running
low on funds.

I don't know
how much longer
we can afford.

E Corp still hasn't
released your husband's
severance package.

The FBI was specifically told
not to put a hold on
any of that money...

It's not the FBI, ma'am.

We can't afford to
keep this guy quiet.

I'm done with this topic.

(CAR ENGINE TURNS ON)

WOMAN: (ON EARPHONES)
I place myself in alignment
with the things I want.

I place myself in alignment
with the things I want.

(INAUDIBLE)

I dissolve all
false messages.

I dissolve all
false messages.

My beliefs create
my own reality.

My beliefs create
my own reality.

(CROWD CHEERING)

All of my dreams are
coming true right now.

All of my dreams are
coming true right now.

RAY: Not gonna lie.

You could use
some practice.

Your move.

You know the definition
of "insanity"?

ELLIOT:
He clearly doesn't know
who he's talking to.

Rather than repeating
your mistakes,

you should develop
your game a bit.

And you're gonna teach me?

No.

You are.

Take the board.
Play yourself.

Practice.

Who knows?
You might beat yourself.

What's the point of that?

Because there's
something on your mind.

It's been there
since I first met you.

ELLIOT: What?

Like I was behind
the biggest hack
in the world,

which also led to
the death of my...

I can tell you thinking
about it right now.

And it burdens you.

ELLIOT: No shit,
it burdens me.

But I'm trapped
by it, aren't I?

(SIGHS)

Look, I'm no Catholic,
but I do believe
in confession.

I've done some
dark shit myself,

and it took real cleansing
to get me through it.

I can help, if you want.

What you say to me
stays here.

Talking doesn't
really help me.

You can't keep the talking
just in your head, bro.

At some point,
you got to try to
make sense of it.

ELLIOT: What if I do tell him
everything about what I did?

Krista doesn't even
know that much.

What if I could talk
to someone about this?

Maybe he's right.
Maybe it could help.

Finally unburden me from...

MR. ROBOT:
You tell him anything,

and I will personally find
the tallest building
in the city

and swan dive off of it.

ELLIOT: Ray has a point.

I can't hold this
in any longer.

It's eating away at me.

You confess,
he goes to the law.

So what?

I'm okay with
being on the hook.
I'll own it all.

And maybe
it'll even stop Darlene

from doing any
more crazy shit.

At this rate,
she's gonna end up
just like Gideon...

What do you think
the Dark Army's gonna do

with the knowledge
that you're all turncoats?

There's no play here.

You want to
unburden yourself?
Go jerk off.

This, it's a road paved with
your dead friends and family.

You need that game
a lot more than I thought.

ANCHORMAN: (ON TV)
Jim Chutney, SVP of B.A.,

and Saul Weinberg,
Managing Director
of Operations,

were arrested
in broad daylight
at the E Corp offices.

Guys like this,
they work in long games.

I gave you information
he gave me,

and the next day,
you had these guys arrested,

which means at every move,

he has followed through
on exactly what he's offered.

He's given me
everything I wanted.

I have a nice apartment,
a nice job.

He had no leverage
against me before,
so he created it.

So, you're saying
everything he's been doing

is so that he can
use it against you?

What about all that
stuff you said about
them valuing you?

You're the one
that thought
it was suspicious

that they offered me
a job in the first place.

I am giving you
an explanation.

He's trying to negotiate.

If he's creating leverage,
it means that he needs
something from me.

The drafts of
the settlement negotiations,
did you pull them?

Let's look at them together.

There might be
something in there
that we're missing.

I don't trust
those scam artists

at E Corp's risk
management division

any more than you do.
So, I can assure you,

if there is
something suspicious,

our attorneys would have...

I'm the thing
that's missing.

There's something about
me in that agreement.

That's why they
haven't found it.

MR. ROBOT:
You want to settle this thing
once and for all, hmm?

(SIGHS)

One game.

I'll even let you
have the first move.

A game to end
all games between us.

We play, and the
winner takes all.

Winner takes
all of what?

(SIGHS)

Us.

You win, you can confess
to the JFK assassination
for all I care.

I'll leave
and never come back.

What would happen
if I lose?

You lose,

I get to be in charge
once and for all.

And you?

What about me?

Remember the night
of the hack?

Remember what
happened to you?

All I remember is, I woke up
in Tyrell Wellick's car
three days later.

And what happened
in those three days?

I don't know.

That's what.

The absence of knowing.

Losing time forever.

A deep, black void

that you will
never come back from.

No thoughts,
no body, no memories.

Absolute nothingness.

You're serious?

You think I want this,
Elliot?

This futile battle
we're in?

Two halves
at perpetual war?

I want peace just
as much as you do.

Since we can't seem to find
any common ground,

let's play for it.

KRISTA: What are
you thinking about?

I'm thinking about
his offer.

Is he the only person
you interact with?

ELLIOT: Don't worry.
You're safe.

Yes.

Elliot,

do you think
I could talk to him?

No.

Why not?

It would legitimize him.

At this point,
I think we have
to accept the fact

that he is a legitimate
existence in your life.

That's giving him
too much power.

In order for us
to figure this out,
we have to acknowledge...

What do you want from me?

You know everything.

You want me to keep
repeating myself?

You want me to tell you
that I see my dead father?

That I talk to him?

That sometimes I lose time?

That there are gaps
in my life

where I don't know
what happened?

That I'm losing my mind?

That I didn't even
recognize my own sister?

That I don't know how
to control this thing?
I don't know how to stop it?

Fine!

Yeah.

I acknowledge it.

But let's move on to the part
where you actually help me.

This game
you are agreeing to
is dangerous, Elliot.

You are agreeing to destroy
a part of yourself.

Win or lose.

So, yes, this matters
a great deal, actually.

For better or worse,
he is a part of you
that makes you you.

Annihilation
is not the answer.

ELLIOT: Krista's wrong.

Annihilation is
always the answer.

We destroy parts
of ourselves every day.

We Photoshop our warts away.

We edit the parts
we hate about ourselves,

modify the parts
we think people hate.

We curate our identity,
carve it, distill it.

Krista's wrong.

Annihilation is all we are.

I fail to see the logic.

Why put all your faith in her
when we have other options?

PHILLIP: (ON SPEAKER)
Yes, yes.

We could blow up
the whole Western Hemisphere,

but you know me,
I'm old-fashioned.

I always opt
for the simpler path.

Occam's razor and all that.

Be that as it may,
it is a slower path,

and time is of the essence,
Phillip.

I want to remind you
that closing the plant
is not an option.

(BEEPING)

And how many minutes
have you allotted
for this phone call?

I didn't start this game.
You did.

I'm being pressured to resign.

Confidence in the market
is at an all-time low.

And what are you up to?

You're not doing anything
on your end to help.

I'm handling this.

Just like I said I would.

Have you spoken
to the administration?

Mmm. We're not there yet.
President isn't
desperate enough.

We need the pressure
to cook a little more.

You assured me
that the UN vote
would be in full swing.

You're the time master.

You should know
that while Rome
may have burned in a day,

it wasn't built in one.

This will take time,
painful as that
is for you to hear.

(SPEAKING MANDARIN)
Looks like he's opting
for his Ecoin strategy.

He's such a fussy cat.

We need to look into
our stage two schedule.

(MAN SPEAKING MANDARIN)
Six months.

Minimum.

WHITEROSE: That will require
much patience.

And you know how much
I detest that.

Show me.

Look into it.
We need to know what
they know.

Which one do you like?

The right one.

What would I do
without you?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Hello, Scott.

Why the fuck
are you in my home?

Your housekeeper let me in.

There seems to be a problem
with my husband's
severance package.

That sounds like
an issue for HR.

Yes. I've spoken
to them already.

Several times, in fact.
They claim
they can't release it yet.

Yeah, there seems to be
a problem for me, too.

I can't seem
to find the person
who murdered my wife.

Bureaucracy is a bitch,
right?

(SCOTT SLURPS)

You want my husband.

I can understand that.

And I would like
the money I'm owed.

So, why don't we
help each other, then?

I'll testify
my husband didn't come home
the night of the murder.

I left the party alone,
didn't see him
till the next day.

I'll agree to that
if you release
the severance package.

(GLASS CLANGS)
(DRINK POURING)

(CHUCKLES)

I need that money.

I have a baby.

Tyrell Wellick's baby
gets what it deserves.

Nothing.

(TIRES SCREECHING)
MAN 1: Move!

MAN 2: Get out of the car!
(HORN HONKING)

(MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GASPS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

Give me your phone,
or I'm walking.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Phone, now!

Go two blocks up
and into the Looking Glass.

Such an asshole.

I had to make sure
you weren't followed.

What the hell
are you talking about?

No one's following me.
The FBI found your arcade.

That doesn't make sense.

How would they
even know...
I don't know.

Maybe it has
something to do

with the dead hacker
they found the other day?

Yeah, I know
about that, too.

Okay, you got to tell me,
and tell me right now.

Is this Dark Army?

Look, I can promise you
from the communications
I've seen that it's just...

It's no way that it's them.
There's just
nothing in it for 'em.

What's Elliot say
about all this?

He doesn't know about Romero.
He's in a fragile state.

We're past fragile, okay?

This shit that we're in
has fucking shattered
into a million little pieces.

You gotta tell him.

What are you doing here?

I wanted to make sure
you were okay.

Oh.

Well, I am
the fucking opposite of okay,
so tough shit.

Hey...

You want to help?

Be a man
and let me be upset, okay?

(SNIFFLES)

(BOTH MOANING)

DARLENE: Okay.

(BOTH PANTING)

There's more.

Our contacts found
out that Romero was
researching the FBI

when he got killed.

You know you're still
inside me, right?

You got to understand,
Darlene.

It doesn't look good.
The FBI is involved.

It's making
the Dark Army nervous.
They think somebody flipped.

Okay, get it together, dude.
No one fucking
talked to the FBI.

You can tell your pals
to eat a dick, okay?
Now get off already.

Don't be this stupid.

They found your spot.

The spot is fine.
We did a full wipe-down.
They won't find anything.

Yeah, well,
they have something,

and Romero must have
found out about it.

He had a printout
with a roster of FBI agents

on something called
"Operation Berenstain."

It looked top secret,

possibly heavy surveillance.

Shit.

Okay, what?
What? So, that's it, then?

They know us?
We're under surveillance?

No, no, no.
I'm not saying that.

I got to leave the city.

Wait, hold on.

If you or anyone in
your crew takes off,

that's one way to ensure
you get killed.

That will make
you look guilty,

and we know the Dark Army's
blanket rule.

They think the FBI's
even snooping around,
and it gets ugly.

So, just stop being
a hard-ass for once,
and just let me help you.

How the fuck
did this happen?

You seriously asking that?

Do I need to remind you
what you did?

They called it
the Good Samaritan law
on the account, like,

you supposed to
be helping people
if they're in trouble.

Like it was your duty
and whatnot,

and if you didn't,
then you'd get arrested.

But, yo, not only did
the homies do jack shit,

they also laughed
at this fat dude
while he was getting mugged,

and I ain't gonna lie,
that was fucked up,

but it was
pretty funny, though.

You staring at this thing.
You want to play?

No.

It's not for you.

So, who's it for, then?

Nobody.

You know, back in
the Age of Enlightenment,

motherfuckers used chess
as a means
of self-improvement,

'cause there wasn't no
Tony Robbins DVDs back then.

This was it.

So, what you
playing for, then?

If there's no who,
then what's the what?

What's it for?

Existence.

Dope. Some high stakes
right there.

So, what you waiting on?

What?

Do you dream, Elliot?

You scraping so hard
like you ain't ever
asked yourself this before.

I said, do you want to
be here right now?

And I don't mean,
like, here, here,

but I mean here
in a cosmic sense, bro.

Like,
existence could be beautiful,
or it could be ugly,

but that's on you.

How do I know
which one's for me?

Dream.

You got to find out
the future
you're fighting for.

Sometimes,
you got to close your eyes

and really
envision that shit, bro.

If you like it,
then it's beautiful.

If you don't,

then you might as well
fade the fuck out right now.

You, me, in Madrid,

walking down Calle de Atocha,

sitting in Café La Rollerie,
having a cortado.

I have some friends
who have
a vineyard on the coast.

They would love you.

During the harvest,
everyone goes there.

It's beautiful
that time of year.

(SOBS)

What's wrong?

Was it something I said?

Madrid.

Do you really think
you'll ever afford...
You'll ever afford that?

Well, maybe not now,
but, like...

Hey, once I get my
DJ career going, like,

a lot of times,
they give you free trips.

Like, for the jobs,
and I can take you.

(SNIFFLES)

Derek, do you know
why I'm with you?

Why I'm dating you?

You're a bartender.

You make $15 an hour.

You're never gonna be able
to take me to Madrid.

You're never gonna be able
to afford to take me anywhere.

You won't be able to give me
anything I want out of life.

But I've had
all those things before,

and they never
made me happy.

That's why I love you.

You're not any of that.

And I don't need you to be
anything more than you are.

ELLIOT:
If I do close my eyes,

what is it that I picture
years from now?

Like Leon said,
doesn't one need
to understand that

before they're ready
to fight for their existence?

How would my future
fairy tale unfold?

Will I finally connect
with those
I deeply care for?

Will I reunite
with old friends long gone?

See the ones I love
find true happiness?

Maybe this future
includes people

I'd never dream of
getting close to.

Even make amends
with those I have
unfairly wronged.

A future that's
not so lonely.

A future filled with
friends and family.

You'd even be there.

(RUMBLING)

(ALL CHEERING
AND APPLAUDING)

A world I've always wanted.

And you know what?

I would like very much
to fight for it.

In chess,
help isn't allowed.

That's the beauty of the game.

You're locked
into a set of moves

as determined by
your previous choices.

Your options
dramatically changing
with every decision.

There is no lifeline.

There is no
external force at play.

It is a pure battle
of two opponents,

or in this case,

one.

Stalemate.

Again. We need a winner.
Let's reset.

(SIGHS)

Remember when
you first taught me
how to code?

(SIGHS) Not really.

It was a computer
chess game.

You always told me
you had to know
more moves ahead

than the player or user.

Sounds like good advice
from a good father.

Except for one thing.

You're not my father.

You're not even
here right now.

Another stalemate.

What are the odds?

Let's reset.

Doesn't it make you sick
that while you're here,
battling me,

there are people out there
hurting everyone
we care about?

Everyone's hurting
because of us.

We are running
around in circles.

This will be
the last time that we do.

MR. ROBOT: Thinking about
what you said earlier.

You can think
all the moves you want,
but at the end of the day,

the moves I'm making
are the ones
you're telling me to make.

ELLIOT: He's right.

There over nine million
different possible positions

after three
chess moves each.

There are over 288 billion
different possible positions
after four moves.

The number of 40-move games

is greater than
the number of electrons
in the observable universe.

You don't need to
know those outcomes.

You just need
to be able to see
ahead of your opponent.

But how can you
when your other opponent is...

...you?

Stalemate.

Three in a row.

(MR. ROBOT SIGHS)

The odds of that are...

Impossible.

Go again?

I can't beat you.

And you can't beat me.

We could play again, but...

We will always be
at this impasse.

And you knew all along.

It was the only way
to show you

that fighting me
is a waste of time.

No.

No, we'll go again.
I can beat you.

I can beat you.

When will you
finally realize that
I'm here for a reason?

This is avoidance!

Our fight for that future
that you want
isn't with me at chess!

It's what you do
out there with them.

I want to be here, Elliot.

With you.

ANGELA: I want an office
on the 20th floor.

I want Melissa's job,
and it's non-negotiable.

Go on.

I saw the pattern.

In every version
of the settlement draft

for the Washington
Township suit,

there was one small point
that your team
wouldn't agree on.

It remained the same,
even from the original case.

That a third-party company
must perform inspections

on the Washington
Township plant.

You continue
to give up power on
all these other provisions

that appear to be
a lot more expensive
and important.

All in an attempt
to drop this one
small point.

I know why you had
those guys arrested
and why you gave me this job.

You want me
to convince the class
to remove the contingency.

And I'm willing
to do all of that

because you're gonna give me
exactly what I want in return.

Those are my terms.

PHILLIP: I must say,

you are very impressive.

But I'm sorry, my dear.

This is all in your head.

Now, don't take
that as a slight.

Always good to have dreams.

(CHUCKLES)

Wait.

I'm not wrong.

Go home.

Fuck.

DARLENE: (ON PHONE)
Do you remember
the first command

you ever taught me,
and my computer
kept crashing?

It was Init 1.

That became our thing,
and I am
telling you right now,

I'm fucking crashing, man,
and so are you,
and I need your help.

I need you to get on
the same channel we used to.

I wouldn't ask you this
if it wasn't life or death.

Okay? We're in
trouble this time,
Elliot, all of us.

Well, I have no access here.

It's not as if I'm gonna
go back to my place.

Well, it needs to
happen ASAP,
so figure something out.

We might be owned.

What?

Why?

Well, I don't know,
but we need to.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Elliot?

God, Elliot, say something.

Did you mean what you said?

That you wanted him,
not me?

Did you mean it, Darlene?

I need to know.

I want you.

Only you.

ELLIOT: Don't worry.

I know what to do.

Why are we back here?
You cannot do this.
You cannot confess.

This won't save her.
They're gonna destroy her.

Who won?

No one.

(SIGHS)

What else can I do you for?

You tell him anything,
and it's suicide.

I am pleading
with you, Elliot,
just walk away from this, now.

I'm here to...

To help you
with that computer problem
you've been having.

I would ask
what made you
change your mind,

but I'ma quit
while I'm ahead.

Hey.

Yeah, get in here.

Did you know

that Moses
heard voices, too?

Abraham,

John, Paul,

Jesus.

In fact, many prophets
confessed to hearing voices.

People like you,

what you have,

it can be divinity,
Elliot, if you let it.

This is what
the last IT guys told me
I needed to do.

This looks like it's just
a simple site migration.

As long as
one of us understands.

I got this.

(RAY SIGHS)

Elliot,
before you get started,

there's something
you should know.

My online business
is very important to me.

I'm like you.
I'm a private guy.

I prefer discretion.

So, I'm asking you
to help me
with the task at hand

and not look
where you don't need to.

Why is he here?

You need help,
something goes wrong,
Lone Star will be here.

He's got my number
and can get in touch
with me right away.

Thank you, again.

ELLIOT: I know.

I know.

This is really scratching
that part of my brain again,

but that's
the part of my brain
I need to start ignoring.

MR. ROBOT:
What's Darlene saying?

The FBI.

They found the arcade.

There might be
a surveillance program.

Romero's dead.

What do you think?
Is Ray right?

Should I listen to the voice?

Does it make me special?

Like Moses?

I don't have many options.

My sister's in trouble.

Someone's closing in on us,
and at least for her sake,

I have to find
out what they know.

Maybe this is how I fight
for that future I want.

MR. ROBOT:
What exactly are you doing?

I'm hacking the FBI.