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Elliot: How do I take off a mask when it stops being a mask,

when it's as much a part of me as I am?

10:00 am. All: Amen.

Elliot: 12:00 pm. Life, love...

Elliot: 2:00 pm. I'm ray.

Elliot: To stay as sane as possible until he's gone.

I am not to be gotten rid of.

Phillip: Ifind you refreshing, young, bold...

Exactly what we need right now.

The FBI believes that I was behind the hack.

Gideon's gonna rat you out.

Bang! Romero: Something ain't fightaboutfiflsguy

I don't trust him.

Woman: We are in a war, and they are picking us off one by one.

Tyre/I wellick and fsociety engaged in this attack.

Bonsoir, Elliot.

All right, man, explain this to me again.

Why are you taking me to an arcade?

Well, I'm trying to tell you, but you don't listen.

That's the problem with your generation,

Too add to really take in this world.

All right, all right, break it down for me.

Well, to really get it, I got to take you back to 1924.

Husband-andanweteanl the bedfords_. Uh-huh.

Opened up a freak show/dwarf sanctuary

on this land you're about to be at.

Dwarf sanctuary?

Yeah, they called it the bedford lilliputian.

A whole miniature city scaled down

for dwarf and midget inhabitants.

I mean, they also had other freaks like lion-faced man,

limbless woman, shit like that.

But the dwarves were the big money-maker.

Suffice to say, the bedfords were a big hit.

Lines around the corner... uh-huh.

The biggest attraction out here in coney island.

Then one year, rumor has it,

the husband wakes up one Christmas morning,

grabs a large kitchen knife,

slices his wife's throat open,

stabs his little kids to death,

then slits his own wrists. Ugh.

No motive was ever determined.

God.

Cut to the 1960s.

Woman named Mary Meghan Fisher

decided to buy up the place,

turned it into an old-school arcade,

pinball machines, skee-ball, the likes.

Called it games games games.

Shit, a bit on the nose, if you ask me,

not to mention repetitive, but at least it had clarity.

Mary Meghan even installed a little bar

so she could get drunk with her friends

and shoot pool at night.

And so she did, almost every night.

Till one time in '86, she got so liquored up,

she accidentally fell off the bar stool

and landed hard on the pool cue

she was holding. Oh.

Went right through her neck, clean.

Killed her right on the spot.

What in the fuck are you telling me this for, man?

Romero: Place remained dormant until 2000,

when ned bosham bought up the joint under the name

fun society amusement, llc.

Ned wanted to reopen it as a classic arcade.

Now, why anyone would want to start an arcade in 2000 beats me,

but ned bosham had it in his mind

that that's what he wanted to do,

And so he did.

About a year ago, his oldest son, Harold,

wanted to sell it, but ned wasn't down with that.

So the oldest son, Harold, being simpleminded and needing money

for whatever simpleminded folks need money for, decided dad had to go.

So Harold stole his twin brother's hunting rifle

and shot dad in the face.

Now, what Harold wasn't counting on,

considering he had never fired a weapon before, was the kickback.

It kicked back so hard, he tripped and fell

out of his dad's 20-story window.

By the time he hit the ground, his head opened up

like one of those Gallagher watermelons.

All this commotion stirred awake

his twin brother, Clyde,

who, as he told it to me, was in his bedroom

catching some zs when all this went down.

By the time he got his bearings,

he was immediately arrested for the double homicide

of his brother and father, being the weapon was in his name.

And how do you know Clyde?

He was my cellmate.

This place made him crazy.

He thinks it's cursed.

Yeah. No shit, Sherlock.

Before I left the clink, he gave me the keys to the joint

and made me swear to burn it down

before it caused any more ruckus.

He swears it's haunted.

Believes it is the nexus of all evil in the universe.

You buy into any of this shit?

Fuck no, man. I'm too broke to be superstitious.

In a way, all this hocus-pocus

keeps things clean for whatever it is you need to do.

The public records are in limbo.

People down in county don't even want to touch the place.

I'm siphoning electricity from the grid.

As far as anyone's concerned, it don't exist.

Now, on the market, this joint would run you about five grand a month,

but since it's you, I'll give it to your guy for half.

Come on, mobley, don't give me that look, man.

You know how hard it is for an ex-con to get a job.

Money's tight,

especially with my mom's cataracts. The bills are adding up.

I'm not here to rent from you, romero.

I want you to work with us.

Hell no, man. I just got out.

I ain't trying to go back no time soon.

Just hear my guy out, okay?

We need a phreaker.

Now, you know you're the best in the game.

Don't try to sweet-talk me, motherfucker.

I don't need you to tell me who's the best in the game.

I invented this shit, okay?

Now, either you're renting, or I'm finding somebody else,

but I cannot get mixed up in whatever it is you're doing.

Man, this is a chance to get back at the system

that stole six years of your life.

This is a game changer, man.

Who's this guy, again?

He's... he's a little weird.

But he's gonna love this place.

He's got a thing for coney island.

You'll like him.

Actually, you'll hate him. But he's a genius.

Bestcoder I've ever met.

And he wants to meet you.

How much?

Oh, don't smile. I ain't said yes yet.

Money's gonna be the deciding factor in all this,

and it's gonna need to be a whole lot to bring me back in.

That's the thing, man.

In a way, this pays everything.

What happened to the "u" and the "n"?

That? That's a story for another time.

Elliot: Panic. Here it comes again.

Remember? That sudden sensation of fear,

overwhelming fear,

burrowing its way underneath my brain,

making itself at home.

Nesting.

Screaming in my mind.

Man: It's good to hear your voice.

Where are you?

Not yet where I'm supposed to be.

But soon, very soon.

Woman: Protesters are taking to

the streets in massive numbers,

and police and community leaders

are at a loss as to what to do at this point.

And where is that?

Man: I don't think that's a good idea.

You think someone's listening?

Don't tell me you're having second thoughts.

You don't want me to have to worry about you.

I need to know what's going on.

It's not safe.

I wish it were.

Oh, howl wish. Howl wish.

I think about you a lot, Elliot.

I think about that night when we became gods.

That night.

I want to know what happened.

Tell me what happened.

Like he said, it's not safe, not on the phone.

I'm not gonna let you make me a prisoner of my own paranoia again.

If you're not paranoid, you need me more than you think you do.

We had a deal. You wanted to talk to him.

I delivered.

It's not my fault he's looney tunes.

Elliot: He really expects me to believe this?

Did we really talk to the most wanted man on the planet?

Why the fuck are you asking them?

You heard him. You talked to him.

I talk to you, too.

What do you want, huh?

We had a deal. I delivered!

What more do you want?

Elliot: What I've always wanted.

For the panic to finally stop.

Woman: Shocking news from last night,

Gideon Goddard, owner and ceo of allsafe cybersecurity,

considered ground zero for the 5/9 attacks,

was shot dead at a barin Manhattan.

The suspected murderer surrendered at the scene.

The alleged gunman, whose name has yet to be released...

Elliot: But it won't.

Nell: Just don't know why you can't send me a new one.

You ain't even with e corp.

Vveh, I guess ineverfigured

you were all in bed together like that.

How am I supposed to pay the bills

if my autopay stopped working?

Okay, somebody's at the door.

Guess I got to call you back.

Uh-huh, like you give a shit.

Door's open. Come on in.

Hi, Mrs. Romero. Oh.

I don't know where he at. Ain't seen him for a bit.

Probably downstairs.

You know how he is.

Just comes and goes, goes and comes.

Mobley: Rome!

Yo, Rome! Where you at, man?

Rome.

Whoa. What the fuck is that smell, man?

Rome?

Rome?

Shit.

Newsreader: But has become a citywide epidemic for families as well.

Now let's check in with Jessie for our five-borough weather report.

Woman: Thank you, Chris. I wish I could tell you...

Ray: Got those at Mel's.

Beautiful, huh? Sad to see his shop shut down.

Was gonna leave it to his nephew, too.

Kid with the burnt face.

You know what I'm talking about?

What's his name?

Can't think of it.

Anyway, with everything going on with the trucking,

Mel says fresh deliveries just aren't coming through.

Besides, now that the allowance is down to just $50 a day,

no one's spending it on flowers.

I swear, the only way I'm getting through this is having breakfast with you.

Mets won again. It's gonna be their year.

Yeah, I know. I know, I know, I know, I know.

Take it easy with that dosage, cuz.

I ain't your keeper, and I damn straight

ain't gonna be your reaper, neither, you dig?

Let's go!

What problem you trying to solve anyway, man?

Elliot: How do I tell him that someone I cared about died?

I'm fine.

You know, that's what you always saying, man.

So we're back to the morphine?

Elliot: Don't listen to him.

What do you think that's going to accomplish, exacfly?

It's not morphine. It's Adderall.

This is your fault.

All of it.

Now it's time to get rid of you.

Elliot: When a computer gets hit with a kernel panic,

there's only so much you can do.

An internal fatal error is hard to recover from.

I mean, listen to that. Internal fatal error.

Sounds pretty fucking bad, you ask me.

But od'ing on Adderall was finally my way of controlling him.

Do you have a moment, Mr. Alderson?

Elliot: Is this the FBI? Did Gideon rat me out?

Woman: This is a new lots Avenue-bound 4 train.

Woman: This is a Brooklyn-bound 2 express train.

Next stop is dekalb Avenue.

Male voice: Stand clear of the closing doors, please.

Elliot and I both warned you it was a liability he sold drugs.

God damn it.

Why are you being such an asshole?

He's dead.

Did anyone see you?

Just his mom.

What did you want me to do? She was upstairs.

Fuck, dahene.

What did we do?

Where am I?

Where am I?

What are you doing?

What's that for?

What's that for?

No, no, wait.

No. No!

Mr. Robot: That's it. Get that Adderall out of your system.

Good boy.

That's it, get those shitty pills out of your system.

I have burrowed underneath your brain.

I am nested there. I am the scream in your mind.

You will cooperate, my son.

I will make you, because I own you!

I will not be owned.

First, I want to offer my condolences.

Terrible news about your old boss.

I hear he was a good man.

Very unfortunate when bad things happen to good people.

Thank you, sir.

I've been pretty broken up about it.

Second, this interview that you've set up, it's all wrong.

I want to do fox instead of bloomberg.

No pre-interview, and I want final approval of all questions beforehand.

I'm on it.

Mr. Price?

I think this is a mistake.

Frankly, fox isn't where we should be right now.

Bloomberg is where investors get their business news,

andifourgoals toreassurethen1_ shdown.

Have you ever had dinner at fidelio's?

I haven't.

Used to be a dive bar years ago.

It's since turned into one of the nicest restaurants in the city.

I know the chef.

He's very good.

I'll have Marcel make a reservation.

You've never had semifreddo until you've had it there.

Okay.

I'll arrange a car to pick you up.

Saturday, 8:00.

And, yes, you're right.

Bloomberg. It's more appropriate.

We'll stick with that.

Thank you, sir.

I've noticed you always look at that

before you leave my office.

Perhaps you find it as fascinating as I do...

How a man can change the whole world

with a bullet in the right place.

Oh, no, what does that say?

Don't fall over.

You okay? You okay?

I don't want to go to sleep another night

not knowing you're not gonna be my wife.

Oh, my god.

Man: Emilia, will you marry me?

Man 2: Next on million dollar listing New York...

Alexa, what time is it?

Alexa: It is 4:03 am.

Woman: That's it, not a penny more.

Man: Whatever she says goes...

Alexa, stop.

Ooh. Sorry. Something's going around.

Victim's mother's back at the station.

Didn't get much from her.

Down here.

All we got on the victim so far is,

he's a known hacker with a record.

Got busted in '08. Served six years for some

small-time computer fraud stuff.

It's okay. I got gloves on. Um...

Well, it doesn't matter much if you sneeze

On them. Okay.

Tell you what, why don't you hold this still?

We're still looking,

but it looks like he only printed out

these three sheets from the full FBI roster.

We contacted everyone here

at the New York office.

You're the first to respond.

It doesn't mean much. Thousands of FBI names and contact details

were leaked a few months back. Every hacker has this.

What are they doing?

It's forensics. We found his desktop unlocked.

Uh, once we're done analyzing it,

we'll send over a full report.

Did you have them check if the ports

were modified at all before using them?

Man 1: Shit. Man 2: Fire extinguisher.

Well...

Here's my card in case you find anything else.

Thanks again for calling me.

I'd really talk to your doctor about getting a z-pak.

You really shouldn't be out here infecting your whole unit.

It's very irresponsible of you.

Trenton: According to the police report,

there was no sign of a robbery.

Someone was there with the sole purpose of offing him.

You'rejumping to conclusions.

What about that allsafe guy?

That's two murders in a row associated with this hack.

They caught the guy. It was just some wack-job.

Besides, I don't really care discussing this with you,

given how easily you forgot about what we started.

What, because I don't care for stupid high jinks

like burning money in the middle of a park?

That stupid high jinks is killing

public confidence in e corp,

which is exactly what we need to be doing right now.

We might be getting executed by the dark army,

and this is what you'd rather be discussing?

It's not the dark army.

They don't know romero or the two of you.

They only communicate through me,

and I sure as shit didn't tell them anything.

You're not the only person they've talked to.

He wouldn't do that.

The state Elliot's in, we don't know...

Don't say what you're thinking.

You don't want to listen to reason, that's on you.

But I'm taking off. I'm not sticking around to be next.

I'm gonna stay with my buddy in Arizona.

If they wanted us dead, we'd be dead already.

Besides, ifyou'rejust gonna end up in Arizona,

then being dead isn't that much of a downgrade.

Uh-huh?

Then what do you suggest we do, then?

I'll talk to Elliot.

I'll hit you both when I get more info. Until then,

stop spazzing.

And be cool.

I don't trust her or her crazy-ass brother.

You know he tried to pull a gun on romero?

Think about it, Trenton. They're the only two

that talked to the dark army.

Now they're trying to tell us the dark army isn't involved.

What are you saying?

I'm saying we just committed the crime of the century,

and they're trying to cover their tracks.

And right now, we're the tracks.

Ray: A lot of life is a balancing act.

We're all just doing our best,

tightrope walking above that pit of ungodly pain

that's daring us to trip up.

Take money and health.

One isn't very useful without the other, you know?

Case in point,

even though you've been paid handsomely,

the physical condition you're in right now

kind of cancels that out.

And I'd like to say upfront...

I'm very sorry this happened to you.

The guys I deal with, they can be ruthless.

Me, I'm more of a positive reinforcement kind of guy.

You know, I just happen to think it's more productive.

Nevertheless, that don't change what's been done to you.

The person who did this will get proportionate retribution.

On that tip, I still need you to fix this thing for me.

Our site's been down way too long.

Good news is, once you bring it back up,

you will get your money, and, in time,

god willing, your health.

That's all I want to do here.

Help put your life back in balance.

They keep emptying the bitcoin wallets,

and the server keeps crashing.

I don't know how to stop it.

I only know basic network security measures.

You have to find someone who...

Who can migrate the site to another more secure location,

and set up a system of hot and cold wallets.

Please.

Please.

I can't... I can't figure it out.

I could try to convince him again.

Just because you beat a man's face to a pulp

don't mean he gonna know what he don't.

We're not animals.

We need to find someone who can do

that migration thing he keep talking about.

This heat wave is a motherfucker.

What's the high supposed to be today?

What you looking at me for?

Turn on the goddamn weather station, let's go.

Elliot: Can I tell you a secret?

It's been three days since I slept.

I'm up to about 200 milligrams now.

But that's not the secret.

He's gone.

You heard me.

He's gone.

It was so simple.

I'm way more aware now.

I'm way more focused.

And I'm feeling 100%.

He's gone. He's gone. He's gone.

The Adderall is working,

and fuck if this drug doesn't feel good.

I can even handle talking with people.

Yo, bro, he's like...

Even Leon's stupid Seinfeld philosophy

is starting to sound fascinating.

So... so, hejust... he just...

He just ran out of the party, pushing old people aside?

That's so funny. Was there even a fire?

I mean, that's classic George, am I right?

I don't like this, bro.

Elliot: Why haven't! Done this before?

Damn, these dishes look immaculate.

I'm pretty sure I even found god.

All: Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen.

Amen amen

amen. Amen!

Amen, amen, amen, amen! Amen! Amen!

Even the dumb basketball game is enthralling.

The ball goes into a hoop. Of course.

Slam dunk!

Elliot: We can finally be back to normal.

It'll just be me and you, my friend.

We'll dine together.

Maybe I'll read to you. Or we'll just talk.

But the point is, he's gone,

and now it's just us.

You're not buying any of this, either.

Are you?

It was feeling good for a few days.

It really was, wasn't it?

But this is the fifth day of not sleeping,

I think.

Fifth.

Isn't that a funny word?

Shit.

There it is again.

The overwhelming fear building,

the burrowing, the nesting,

the scream.

I know, I know, Leon's talking backwards.

This isn't good.

Yeah, lknow. That's very weird, too.

Elliot: My internal fatal error...

From which my system cannot safely recover.

Elliot: Kernel panic.

Day number six without sleep.

I'm crashing.

Next, my consciousness will go.

The panic isn't settling in anymore.

It's just there.

The scream in my mind is coming back.

You are likable.

You are attractive.

You are beautiful.

All: Revolution! Revolution!

Revolution! Revolution!

Man 1: What is that solution? Man 2: Revolution!

Phillip price, please.

Your party's here. Do you want me

to show you to the table?

Angela.

Yes, come. Please, please.

I'd like you to meet two of your colleagues.

Gentlemen, introduce yourselves.

Saul weinberg, managing director of operations.

Hi. Angela. It's nice to meet you.

Jim chutney, svp of ba.

Angela.

Phillip price, master of the universe.

All right.

Mmm-hmm.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Because of the situation, you have to pay upfront now.

Well, a toast.

May new relationships lead to new opportunities.

Alexa, when is the end of the world?

Alexa: Unless it collides with a very large rock

or a future technology goes very wrong indeed,

earth is most likely to be destroyed when the sun swells

into a red giant in several billion years' time.

Right.

Man: I know you want me to talk about myself, but I don't...

Elliot: The Adderall's almost out of my system.

With that, sleep will return.

Any second now, he's gonna come back,

and my mind will be under siege again.

This isn't something, like, I...

Mr. Robot has become my god,

and like all gods, their madness takes you prisoner.

There was this...

I guess I couldn't avoid Gideon's death after all.

My dam of guilt is finally cracking.

I want to cry, but I'm so high that I can't.

Man: There was an Indian man working behind the counter,

and I made fun of his accent.

And talk like this.

"Hello, how are you doing?"

And one day, he stood up for himself.

"Sir, I must ask you to leave."

And something snapped in me,

and I just popped him in the face.

I saw red, man. I just...

I just kept punching him and punching him.

And I hated him so much.

He was Indian.

But it was raining.

There was a thunderstorm, and I remember stepping outside.

And the clouds parted, and the sun came out.

And I knew that that was god

showing up for me in that moment.

He forgave me.

Jesus loves you.

And this was clearly just a test.

All: Amen. Amen.

Elliot, would you like to share?

Elliot: No, man. My system's hung.

God can help you.

Is that what god does?

He helps?

Tell me,

why didn't god help my innocent friend who died for no reason

while the guilty roam free?

Okay, fine.

Forget the one-offs.

How about the countless wars declared in his name?

Okay, fine.

Let's skip the random,

meaningless murder for a second, shall we?

How about the racist, sexist,

phobia soup we've all been drowning in because of him?

And I'm not just talking about Jesus.

I'm talking about all organized religion,

exclusive groups created to manage control,

a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope,

his followers nothing but addicts

who want their hit of bullshit to keep their...

Their dopamine of ignorance,

addicts afraid to believe the truth.

That there is no order, there's no power,

that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms

meant to divide us so it's easier to rule us

by the charlatans that want to run us.

All we are to them are paying fanboys of their

poorly written Sci-Fi franchise.

If I don't listen to my imaginary friend,

why the fuck should I listen to yours?

People think their worship's some key to happiness.

That's just how he owns you.

Even I'm not crazy enough to believe that

distortion of reality.

So fuck god.

He's not a good enough scapegoat for me.

Elliot: Please tell me I didn't say all of that out loud.

Shit. I did.

Angela and I are going to have one more drink.

Oh. Of course. Of course.

Thank you for dinner, Phillip.

Don't get up.

It was good to have met you.

Pleasure meeting you, Angela.

Now remember, come see us anytime.

We'll have lunch. Oh you.

Did you enjoy the semifreddo?

Was it all I promised?

Yes. Excehenfl

absolutely. It was delicious.

Good.

And good company.

Jim's been with us for 27 years.

He's a Harvard guy, lives upstate.

Three kids. Two in college, one in high school.

Company man, through and through.

He's the reason we do our toys for tots program.

And Saul is the chair of our non-profit arm.

Good man as well.

He has grandkids, so he's...

He's a little ahead in the family department.

And another thing they have in common.

They were both in the room with Colby

when they made that grave error

covering up the leak in your hometown.

Hmm.

Ordinary men,

Capable of extraordinary things.

Our cfo has discovered that within the last two years,

both Jim and Saul have been engaged in some nasty

insider trading.

Thick as thieves, these two.

They like to buddy up on their white-collar crimes.

A regular rosencrantz and guildenstern.

There's enough evidence in there

to put them away for years.

I should get home. Your car will be out front.

Whatever you're doing, I don't trust it.

You're panicking right now.

I understand.

It's a big decision you're making, because these men,

their lives will be destroyed.

But the minute you remove emotion from this,

you'll do just fine.

Heard you had an interesting night.

Chaplain's an old friend.

I threw it out for a reason.

I figured you mightwant it for down the road.

Trust me, I've been there.

Five years, seven months,

three weeks, and two days ago,

my wife passed away.

A few weeks of being frozen in my own grief,

I woke up one morning, fixed myself breakfast like I normally do,

plugged myself into my dialysis machine like I normally do,

and started talking, out loud.

For a second, I thought I was crazy. Moved on with the day.

Then the next day, I did it again.

Talked out loud. And the next.

And then I realized who I was talking to.

Why are you telling me all of this?

'Cause

you and me are a lot more alike than you think, Elliot.

Are you crazy?

How the hell you knocking on my door this early?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Romero.

I'm Dominique dipierro with the FBI.

I'm assisting homicide on your son's case.

I know it's early, but I just had a few more questions

about your son's murder.

I already talked to the police!

I know the cops took all yourjoints.

I looked through your files.

I also know you have arthritis

and probably can't roll them yourself,

so I'm guessing your son did.

I can help roll them for you if you'd like.

Used to do it all the time for my kid brother back in high school.

He always told me I was pretty bomb at it.

All right! You can come on in.

Hmm.

Yeah, it's tight.

Not perfect,

but definitely doable.

Yeah, it's not as fat as my dear Leslie's.

That boy wasn't around much,

but he was always doing for me.

Always. God bless him.

I see you're moving out.

Yeah. I can't stay here no more.

I raised Leslie here.

Huh.

Too many memories here.

Did he go anywhere or do anything suspicious?

Any small detail could help.

Well, he be fooling around with those computers. You guys know that.

He always did that since he was little.

I never understood it. Gobbledygook, if you ask me.

Did he have any friends? Did anyone ever come to the house?

Fhends?

Leslie didn't have no friends,

except that chubby boy.

You mind if you get me... Grab me a glass of water?

Should be some in the boxes.

Oh, yeah, of course.

That's right, you told the cops someone did come,

but you didn't see him, right?

Nope, not with these cataracts.

I can barely make you out from my cat.

Where is that thing, anyway?

Probably ran off like everyone else.

Did he say his name? Have you seen him before?

Nope.

My mind was dancing in the clouds.

All I know is, I can't live here no more.

Now that I don't owe any more on the place maybe I can just rent it.

Yeah. Man.

Besides, I need the money.

Man: $19 million.

What do I do?

Why did you start writing thatjournal in the first place?

I thought it was the right answer.

The right answer to what?

Controlling my life.

My wife,

when she drove her car that day,

she did everything right.

She always wore her seat belt, hands at 10:00 and 2:00.

She was the most perfect driver I'd ever met.

Itwas... It was annoying.

She stayed in the lines. Never went above or below the speed limit.

Stopped at traffic signs.

She followed every rule.

And then one day, none of that mattered.

Control is about as real

as a one-legged unicorn taking a leak

at the end of a double rainbow.

Then what do we have?

You know that bullshit people say about how

when you fall, you got to get up?

I reject that shit, man.

You know why?

The whole thing is a fall.

It can't help but be.

A perpetual state of grasping in the dark.

It's not about getting up. It's about stumbling,

stumbling in the right direction.

It's the only true way to move forward.

Whoever it is you wrote about in yourjournal,

do you still see him?

I can tell the person you're writing about meant something to you.

Sometimes he takes over?

That's why you don't remember things?

I shouldn't have come. I don't want to talk about this.

Yes, you do.

'Cause you're smart enough to know that

keeping this inside isn't going to last.

You play chess?

I've been looking for a good adversary. Want to play?

Elliot: What do you think?

Is ray right?

Maybe it's not about avoiding the crash.

But it's about setting a break-point to find the flaw in the code,

fix it, and carry on until we hit the next flaw.

The quest to keep going,

to always fight for footing.

Maybe we 're all just stumbling from the right questions

to the wrong answers.

Or from the right answers to the wrong questions.

It doesn't matter where you go or where you come from,

as long as you keep stumbling.

Maybe that's all it takes.

Maybe that's as good as it gets.

You got to be fucking kidding me.