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Darlene: We might be owned.

Elliot: Dark army.

Romero: The world's most dangerous hacker crew.

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

Kareem: They keep asking me questions.

I'm gonna keep telling your story.

But if shit goes down and I get busted,

I'm not gonna get locked up.

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

Mobley: He wants to hack steel mountain's climate control system.

Take care of yourself.

There will be fallout from this and I'm gonna tell them.

Angela: / used your computer.

So tell them whatever you want.

The server keeps crashing, and I don't know how to stop it.

We need to find someone who can do

that migration thing he keep talking about.

Whiterose: You hack people, I hack time.

Elliot: Someone's closing in on us.

I have to find out what they know.

My online business is very important to me.

I prefer discretion.

What exactly are you doing?

I'm hacking the FBI.

Elliot: Step 1: Identify the target and its flaws.

There are always flaws. I learned that early in life.

My first hack, the local library,

a vulnerable ftp server and its as/400.

A far cry from the Android zero-days I'm using

to own the FBI standard-issue smartphone.

The library was a test to see if! Could even get into the system.

I've since set greater goals.

For instance, step 2:

Build malware and prepare an attack.

At my fingertips, the zero-day is wrapped in code

like a Christmas present, then becomes an exploit,

the programmatic expression of my will.

I live for this shit.

Step 3: A reverse shell, two-stage exploit. The ideal package.

Load the malware into a femtocell delivery system,

my personal cell tower that'll intercept all mobile data.

Similar to my first time,

when I found myself staring at late book fees,

employee names, member addresses.

Everything was revealed.

The secret of the perfect hack? Make it infallible.

Hidden within the kernel is a logic bomb,

malicious code designed to execute

under circumstances we programmed.

Should the FBI take an image of the femtocell,

all memory will self-corrupt or explode.

Step 4: Write the script.

Why do it myself?

Because that's howl learned,

and I know exactly what, when and how it's going to run.

I didn't do anything harmful my first time. Just looked around.

But I felt so powerful.

Eleven years old and in complete control

of the Washington township public library.

Today is different. I hacked the world.

Final step: Launch the attack.

Once I do, I'll own the Android phone

of every FBI agent in that building.

I'll own evil corp's network, applications, everything.

Domain admin.

This. The thrill of pwning a system, this is the greatest rush.

God access.

The feeling never gets old.

I'm gonna need to talk to the old sys admin.

The old it guy, set this up.

There's an encrypted database on the old server I'm gonna need access to.

You want to talk to rt?

If that's his name.

I'll talk to ray.

See what's what.

In fact, with all the lawsuits we're facing, the company is rebranding.

Our new name, steel valley.

What do you think?

Honestly, it's pretty terrible.

I felt that, but I didn't want to say.

Jeez Louise, look at that.

What the hell are you doing here?

How did you get in?

Penetration test. You failed.

Done anyway.

What is this?

I haven't seen you in five weeks

and now you're just in my home?

Leave now.

Okay.

If you want the FBI to find out that you were the one

who illegally put a cd into a drive at allsafe

that set off the crime of the millennium,

be my guest.

He told you?

Yeah. And he cleared allsafe's logs to cover your ass.

But now with the FBI's five/nine investigation,

this could all lead back to both you and Elliot.

Why didn't he say anything?

Because that's what he does, and now it's time for you to help him.

What exactly do you want from me?

Before I tell you,

I need you to keep reminding yourself

that this is simple.

Your gut instinct is gonna be screaming

a big fucking no,

and I need you to suppress that instinct

and remind yourself that this is simple.

If this little preface was supposed to

inspire confidence, you're failing miserably.

I'll give you a small device, which you'll take to work,

drop at the fed's office on the 23rd floor, and walk away.

Simple.

Here it comes, that gut instinct I was talking about.

Are you out of your mind?

You want me to hack the FBI?

What possible good would that even do?

Once we have access to their system,

we can make all of the bullshit go away.

Any evidence they have on you and Elliot,

gone.

I'll take my chances.

Fine, play it how you want to play it,

but I hope for Elliot and your sake,

no one else knows about that cd.

This is not our usual time nor place to meet.

It was very risky for me to come here.

Talk to me. What's happened?

I don't want to do this anymore.

I lied to the FBI, and they know it.

They're not stupid. They saw me sweat.

And my phone is tapped.

Anytime I make phone calls, I hear interference, voices.

I mean, who are we protecting? Some scrawny kid in a hoodie?

Part of our agreement was that you would not ask any questions.

You're right. You're right. I just...

I know someone is watching me, and I can tell.

On the train, at work, in my apartment.

How do you know?

I just do. I feel it, you know?

Thank you for sharing this with me.

I promise you everything will be okay.

Hello, sir. You can't be here.

I work here. Not on this floor.

Can you help this guy out?

We really need to close off this elevator to non-bureau.

Anchorman: Firefighters are already battling fierce blazes...

I hate coming here. Security's so lax.

I'm still in the middle of this deep dive on the hard drive reports

that came back from forensics.

I had that dream again.

Except this time, I was walking down a steep hill,

and at the bottom was that same man wearing a surgical mask.

He never tries to kill you?

Nope. Just staring.

You really don't dream, do you?

Never interested me.

You read Santiago's e-mail?

Let me guess, you're excited.

Fuck yeah, I'm excited. We get to go to China.

Yeah, well, just so you know, I throw up on planes,

so bring a raincoat and nose plugs.

Any updates on her?

Surveillance said she mostly stayed home and then went to a yoga class.

And they lost her again.

I'm telling you, it's hard to track people in New York.

Where's the she-devil?

Don't know.

Elliot: Something's wrong.

Darlene's never quiet unless...

Did the malware not check out?

It's Angela.

You need to talk to her.

About what?

With the FBI at evil corp, physical security is madness.

We don't have time to prep a new social engineering attack,

so I went to her... She can't be involved.

What the hell else do you want me to do?

I am telling you, it's a fortress.

There's no way in there right now,

and it's not as if we have a lot of time to wait.

Darlene's right.

I'm not doing it.

Who better than someone you trust?

I'm not discussing Angela with you.

She's our only option.

She's not an option. Think of something else.

I did my part. Now you do yours.

Make this happen.

Minister zhang, pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure is mine, Mr. Santiago. Welcome to China.

Oh, here.

Let's retire into the forum, where we can talk in private.

As you'll see in your escorted tour of Beijing's backup facility,

ourafiack was not climate control, like your raspberry pi.

Our backup tapes were degaussed.

We'd like to visit all four of China's backup sites.

Of course.

Santiago: And be granted access

to the encrypted e corp servers.

Absolutely.

Excehent

now,

there is another subject to discuss.

We understand it is a delicate subject.

The dark army?

We'd like to review all intelligence you have on them.

It's just that some of us think that, you know,

they, as a known malevolent hacker group might have...

Of course. We'll get you all of our dossiers

with any intel we might have.

You're scheduled to visit our Beijing facility

on Tuesday at 9:00 am. Sharp.

Enjoy yourselves. Take in the city.

Monday night, I wish to host you at my home.

A reception to celebrate our collaborative effort.

Ray: You can't just do it yourself?

Elliot: No, not without access to the database.

But you're the best.

The master.

Ain't that true?

You got to understand.

I hesitate because rt and I didn't part ways on the best of terms.

I wouldn't ask if there were another way.

You're wasting time, time we don't have. You need to call Angela.

Maxine, what's wrong, girl?

Shh.

Don't make me think the worst now.

Is she okay?

If you say you need him, you must need him.

|'|| have rt stop by.

I tracked the last package to the midtown post office

it was mailed from.

However, there's no evidence on the security footage

of anyone mailing it from inside the station.

It was probably dropped in a nearby collection box.

And I have a contact attempting to trace the phone calls,

but he needs more time.

I'll keep you updated as always.

Good night, ma'am.

And Kareem?

I did as you asked.

It's framed burglary.

Cops will likely go after an ex-con who lives on the same floor.

Mo matches other b&es the guy's suspected of.

Joanna: Tell me...

Tell me about his death.

Man: Succinylcholine. Injected as ordered.

Joanna: And he didn't feel anything?

Man: He was completely paralyzed.

It'll appear there was a struggle.

He pulled his gun in self-defense. The attacker got him first.

Two gunshot wounds.

One to the chest, another to the head.

Joanna: Did he look at you before you finished the job?

Man: Yes.

Ma'am, if I may, why drug him?

It would've been just as easy to shoot and leave.

Joan na: Killing a man instantly robs him of explanation.

He has no time to process his final moments.

Now, even though he was paralyzed,

his mind was still able to understand why his life was ending.

We let him die with answers.

Otherwise,

we're nothing but ruthless murderers.

Thank you.

Hey.

I got to say, I never thought I'd hear from you again.

I ordered you a bud light.

Thanks.

You know, I'm glad we're sitting here again. Our old spot.

You know, booth over there by the window.

Remember? It's where I first said the three magic words.

Yeah, I don't think I remember that.

"I love you."

I meant it, too.

I miss you, Angela.

Thanks.

Yeah, a lot of good memories.

Look, Josh groban night.

It's like we're, uh, reliving our glory days.

But, uh, you...

Wow. I mean, I hearthings are going great with you.

I hope this is cool and not, like, weird,

but, um, I brought my résumé if you can do anything.

Well, I just figured, hey, if there are any open positions...

I'll see what I can do.

So, tell me. How's life over there?

Very different than allsafe.

You miss it?

Yeah.

And Gideon.

Crazy sad.

You know, I heard the dude that shot him was, like, off his rocker.

One of those five/nine truthers.

Some people even say that the whole thing

was like a put-on.

Like, uh, one of those

crisis performances or whatever.

You know, those frank Cody types.

Anyways, tragic for sure.

So, you ever think that cd had anything to do with it?

Excuse me?

I'm just saying, like, allsafe was ground zero.

Angela: What the fuck?

Are you working with the FBI?

No, it's...

My uncle is a lawyer.

He told me to be careful and record any suspicious...

It's my uncle's fault.

Fuck! What“ ohlcomeonl

my contract was cleared because of the hack. I can't afford a new phone.

Answer me. Honestly. Right now.

Did you talk to the FBI?

Yes.

I mean, Angela, iook, they called me in, like, three times.

I can't sleep. I am scared as shit.

What did you tell them?

Nothing.

Just about the cd guy, and then they did, like, the sketch or whatever,

the facial composite thing, but I swear,

I never said your name. Oh, fuck.

Where are you going? Where...

This food is not sanitary, am I right?

I mean, where's the general tso's chicken?

I don't think that's a formal hors d'oeuvre in China.

Yeah? I'm gonna ask.

This noodle bowl thing made me gag. These people are savages.

Excuse me, do you know where the bathroom is?

Bathroom? Uh...

Toilet?

No English?

No English.

Okay, thank you.

Zhang: Pardon me, do you have the time?

Oh, shit.

Minister zhang, I...

I was just admiring... Looking at... for the...

Right, the time 'cause of the...

You've wandered very far from the party.

I was looking for the little girls' room, and then I...

And this caught your eye?

Yeah, I...

I know it seems a little uncanny,

but my parents had the same clock in our family room growing up.

I found this in Germany. The town of rothenburg.

Cost me a fortune. The seller told me that it was one of a kind.

So much for the honest salesman.

My parents bought theirs at a kmart in teaneck.

Is that where you're from, miss...

Jersey born and raised.

And my full name is Dominique dipierro, but I go by dom.

Or agent dipierro, or just dom.

So, if I can ask, what's the deal with the clocks?

Is it a punctuality thing?

"Life is but a walking shadow.

"A poor player that struts and frets

"his hour upon the stage,

"and then is heard no more."

You've surrounded yourself with the constant reminder of mortality.

There's much work to do, great work.

As each second passes, I push myself to keep moving.

You're making me think I should invest in a decent watch.

Now, if I may ask,

how does a young woman from New Jersey

find her way into the FBI?

I was...

I am

disgusted by the selfish brutality of the world,

but at the same time, I'm utterly fascinated by it.

The FBI's a perfect place for that kind of contradiction.

I have something in my office I think you might appreciate.

The artist strives to reflect the desolation and anxiety

that accompanies one's loss of identity.

His message is subversive to many in our country.

Nevertheless, the work appeals to the masses

and to the individual.

How is it that revolution can create such beautiful art,

yet you and I are tracking revolutionaries

who've created nothing but turmoil?

There's more to the story.

I'm sorry?

FBI.

Why you joined.

What was it?

It's a little personal.

That's precisely why I'm asking.

Okay.

Well, it was a certain relationship.

A love story?

Of sorts. Sort of, sure.

Final semester of law school, dating who I thought was the one.

At dinner, days before graduation,

they got down on one knee to propose, and...

This is gonna make me sound wacky,

butlexcused myself to the restroom and went out the back,

and that was that.

Fast-forward several years, I turn around

and here's what I picked instead.

A mid-level field agent.

What is it? I just...

I never would have expected to be talking about an old flame

to China's minister of state security.

It'll make a good story at Thanksgiving. My dad will love it.

Whose room is this?

Wow.

These are gorgeous.

Zhang: A magua,

the common manchu clothing of the qing dynasty.

Detailed embroidery such as this

was often reserved for the royal families.

This is a modern qipao by Jin zhi yu ye.

Purchased in Shanghai.

The silk fabric and embroidered lace are unrivaled. Here.

Wow.

I've never touched something so beautiful.

I feel the same way each time.

Where did these come from?

They belong to my sister.

She stays here when she's passing through Beijing.

Let me ask, Ms. Dipierro,

have you ever wondered how the world would look

if the five/nine hack never happened?

How the world would look right now?

In fact, some believe there are alternate realities

playing out that very scenario,

with other lives that we're leading,

other people that we've become.

The contemplation moves me very deeply.

Oh, you weren't kidding. You really do have a thing...

I apologize, I must go. May I escort you back to the party?

Why are you here?

Angela: Because I want to be.

I told Darlene I didn't want you involved.

She was right to involve me.

Please don't do this. I'll find another way.

Darlene said it's a simple job.

I place the device on the floor and walk away.

Then you guys will make everything go away, any evidence that you find.

That's true, right?

Right? That's our plan,

but that's not the point.

Don't put yourself at risk.

I've run through my options.

Best-case scenario, I lose my job

and plea-bargain down a jail sentence.

I'm backed into a corner. Either I act, or I wait to get caught.

I told myself that I would wait

to decide until I saw you,

because you wouldn't let me walk into this

unless you were sure that you could pull it off.

I've decided.

I miss you. You know that, right?

I reached out to you so many times, and you kept saying no.

Can I just know why?

I keep thinking about that day on the train platform.

After you found me in the cemetery.

You told me to take care of myself.

I wanted to be okay.

I wanted to stop seeing him before I talked to you again.

And?

And my dead father's standing behind you right now.

I can be a friend.

Someone to talk to.

Someone who cares about you.

Who knows? Maybe that will help.

How's qwerty?

He's good.

He's fat. I think I'm feeding him too much.

Man: This is the federal bailout.

All right, this is critical, and you're just backing out

of our biggest operation?

This isn't open for debate.

I can't go, and it's none of your goddamn business why.

I want you to lead the DC. Op. You're being promoted.

Take the crew down to the capitol tonight and begin prepping.

You serious? Really?

Well, you've done good. Now take charge. Act like a leader.

This is a very serious opportunity.

You know the plan, right? Oh, yeah.

Good. Don't forget the package.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. I'm not gonna let you down.

All right, I'm gonna do you proud.

And they're gonna remember...

Okay, just do your job and stop acting like such a pussy.

I got to take this.

Hello?

When?

There's an encrypted users database in the marketplace directory.

Here, um, just...

Let me try.

You gonna ask or just stare?

Okay, what happened?

It was a rhetorical question. Just stare.

Elliot: This guy obviously knows his shit.

Why did ray come to me?

Then you'll, um, transfer the archives to the local machine.

And then transfer the existing site from the local machine

to the new server.

You don't know when to stop!

This is what you wanted, remember? Me, here at a terminal.

Good to go.

Check on it if you need to.

Elliot: Everyone has their own if/then conditional programming,

a situation where if certain conditions are met,

then a logic bomb detonates.

Everything blows up in your face.

Is this Ray's if/then moment or my own?

If ray is running the site himself, why bring me in?

Maybe he doesn't know the evil that he's spreading.

Maybe he has no idea what's on the site.

Ray is protective, kind. Ray is dangerous, a criminal.

Are those his two halves? Which side of him is stronger?

Is he sinister enough to host the...

Mr. Robot: Stop figuring this out.

I want to know.

You know.

But you're going to ignore it.

You want to know why?

Because that's what we do.

It's not what I do.

And if he's guilty,

I could destroy him in under two minutes at a terminal.

Are we really back to this again?

Ray is not some coffee shop owner.

Forget what you saw and move on.

You're thinking only of yourself.

I'm thinking of us.

And I'm thinking of the people in those pictures.

I could help them.

We have other battles to fight.

What else is new?

Elliot: A logic bomb explodes either at a set time

or when a specific condition is met.

And now I've met Ray's black market of evil.

Mr. Robot can deny it all he wants, but I can't.

Can you?

Hello?

Tyrell...

Were you followed?

No, I don't think so.

Did you take the route I sent you?

Yeah.

Where's your cell phone?

At home.

No bullshit from here on. Understand?

Oh, my head is pounding.

Way too much of that baijiu drink last night.

Speaking of, where'd you go?

I got stuck listening to Jesse trying to speak Chinese.

He made a lot of people really uncomfortable.

Oh, you know, your average evening.

A private tour from minister zhang himself.

What? Was he putting moves on you?

No, not like that.

But he did take me to his sister's bedroom and showed me her clothes.

That's sort of weird.

Mmm-hmm. Even more so when you consider minister zhang doesn't have a sister.

Nice iook, Hollywood.

Thanks. I got myself all gussied up for the field trip.

Where's Santiago? On another rampage.

Adic called with updates about the raspberry pi.

Great. Not great.

Turns out the guy who found it smudged his fat fingers all over it,

smearing any possible prints.

Another dead end.

When Santiago stomped off, he was threatening

to reach through his cell phone and castrate the guy.

Fantastic.

Think I'm gonna need more caffeine to survive the day.

Hey! Hey!

Help! Help!

Stop! Help! Help!

Fuck.

You are one stupid fuck.

Never trust a tech guy with a rat tail.

Too easy to carve secrets out of him.

Ray,

what are you doing?

I told you not to look.