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Darlene: What if this all went away?

The money. The city. All of it.

The world is filled with stupid people.

And I get paid a lot to be smart.

Darlene: Susan Jacobs, the general counsel at e corp.

Madam executioner.

Man: The tracking on her phone is working.

How long you think she's gonna stay away for?

Darlene: Long enough.

Have you ever considered which part of our scheme motivates you?

President Obama: The FBI announced today,

Tyrell wellick and fsociety engaged in this attack.

Are you alone?

Mobley: That's called a femtocell.

So we can get every FBI e-mail, text message and document.

We just owned the FBI.

They have something called "operation berenstain."

Possibly heavy surveillance.

They're trying to cover their tracks. And right now, we're the tracks.

Oh, uh, go ahead.

Oh. Whole milk. Must be some kind of revolutionary.

Uh, no, I, um... Just 'cause everyone's

into this almond coconut shit nowadays.

It's, um...

Not...

What kind of phone do you have?

Oh, uh, this? Um...

Yeah, it's a nexus.

Yeah, I'm an Android guy.

Hate apple.

Think iPhones are for pussies. What are you on?

IPhone.

Right.

You think they suck so much,

but they're faster.

Uh, Bullshit.

I mean, if you're talking boot times, then it's Android all day,

and ifyou're talking net speed,

chrome on Android has better html5 compliance

and runs javascript so much faster than safari.

No competition.

Oh, yeah?

Prove it.

Go to this benchmarking website.

We'll compare speeds.

Okay.

Game on.

Trenton: Amyouon the Wi-Fi here? Yeah.

It's slow as shit.

Agreed. It's hit or miss. There's another Ron's coffee shop.

14th street. Yeah, I know. Everyone always reddits about that one.

Crazy fast.

You can practically stream 4k videos on your laptop.

Why aren't you there now, then?

You got me. iPhones suck.

I'm, uh, meeting someone. What about you?

Same. Coolcoolcool

oh, the old malicious browser benchmark trick.

I see you already own this newb's whole system.

I like it.

Didn't your mom ever tell you not to surf websites

that have an embedded stagefright exploit?

Can't drop the proverbial soap around a black-hat bitch like this, mobley.

Dadene, l_

I thought I was meeting Elliot.

Me, too.

Relax, kids, this isn't the stranger danger episode.

Elliot couldn't make it, but no need to connip.

I'll download you.

Well, I'm not gonna shout. Get over here, tubs.

Darlene: Before we start, he wanted me to read you guys something.

Now, keep in mind these are his words, not mine.

He's a touch melodramatic.

"What I'm about to tell you is top secret.

"A conspiracy bigger than all of us.

"There's a powerful group of people out there

"that are secretly running the world.

"I'm talking about the guys no one knows about,

"the guys that are invisible,

"thetop1% of the top 1%..."

What's with the looks?

Mmm.

And this is happening tomorrow? Mmm-hmm.

Your passcode has been confirmed.

Please wait while you're joined to the conference.

Man 1: Hello?

Man 2: Hello?

Douglas: Hey, Douglas gite/man, wfo.

Lorin: Lorin Connor, FBI New York.

Michael: Hi, guys, Michael kirkpatrick, New York.

Anyone else on?

Douglas: Just waiting on you.

Kirby: Hello, all. Everyone on?

It's Kirby, Megan, and Zach from the seventh floor.

Douglas: Yup, all here.

Kirby: Great. Don't have a ton of time.

It's the nation's birthday, after all,

so let's get down to brass tacks.

Darlene: E corp, Google, at&t, uber, apple, verizon, Facebook,

all 23 of these listed companies have been complicit

in aiding the FBI in operation berenstain.

Jesus, what is that noise?

Okay, tape's busted.

Just grab another one and ewldoitagaul yeah.

Okay. Fuckit phkeepitsunme.

Happy fourth of July, fellow Americans.

On this patriotic holiday, we wanted to remind you,

under the universal declaration of human rights,

privacy is a right.

Or at least it used to be.

Listen closely to a classified conference call we recently intercepted

between the FBI agents that so earnestly promise you

fidelity, bra very, and integrity.

Lorin: Come on, Kirby, screw the three million.

They got us the 17 we 're building our case around now.

Douglas: Doesn't help that comey hasn't signed off on it.

The fact that we 're keeping it from him

does not bode well for your case.

Kirby: He's an uptight choirboy.

No one's gonna be crying over how we catch these terrorists.

I guarantee that.

Distorted voice: The FBI has three million of you innocent citizens

under surveillance for no reason.

Their tyrannical rape of our private data ends now.

FBI, be warned.

Your access to our lives is officially denied.

Pursue us at your own peril.

We do not compromise.

We will not back down.

We will destroy you.

We are fsociety.

Video's up.

Stop listening to that. It's making you more paranoid.

What about this, um, code name case thing?

They said they have 16 suspects under surveillance.

Trenton: Video's getting hits. It's starting to get reposted.

They said one of the suspects

is dead.

They gotta be talking about romero, right?

We have to be on that list.

I uploaded the full berenstain call and transcript to wikileaks.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Come on, slow your roll, bro. No one's going anywhere.

We gotta monitor the fallout of the video before anyone makes a move.

Exposing their program is gonna shut down the investigation.

I don't care anymore. I'm officially done.

You don't wanna do this.

You mean the, uh, dark army doesn't want me to do this, bro?

No, no, no, no, I mean you.

'Cause when the dark army finds out

the FBI nails you, which they will. Hmm.

It's lights out, no questions asked. You feel me?

Hey, stop.

You really think you can force me to stay?

Without a doubt.

Guys!

One of us sitting

at my window...

Distorted voice: Happy fourth of July, fellow Americans.

On this patriotic holiday, we wanted to remind you,

under the universal declaration of human rights...

We're still on a date, remember?

Why is this video such a big deal to you?

I'm gonna get another drink.

Hey, hey there, ang.

Steve? What are you doing here?

Karaoke. You know, gotta please the missus.

Missed you at your dad's barbecue today.

Yeah, I couldn't make it.

Steve: Right. Yeah, right. You gotta be busy these days.

Congrats on everything.

Still, though, that's gotta be tough on your father, though.

Having to watch while you bow down

to those bastards that killed your mother.

That can't be an easy pill for him to swallow.

For you, though, swallowing's not really a problem, now, is it?

Just who the hell do you think you are, anyway?

You're a plumber.

Right, Steve?

You've had, what,

sixty years at life?

That's the best you can come up with?

Literally cleaning shit for a living?

I'm 27,

and I've got a 6-figure salary at the biggest conglomerate in history.

And I'm just getting started.

That's who I am.

Susan: Don't do this!

Now you're only at class b felony kidnapping charges.

Don't bump it up to class a.

Shut the fuck up!

You have no idea the shit you're in.

One of us should have been watching the GPS.

This is some next level shit, man.

Okay, we didn't have a choice. We couldn't let her go to the cops.

Yeah, well, she can ID all of us now.

She saw everything, our whole setup. She knows who we are.

Susan: Help! Hello? I know you can see me!

God damn it. Trenton, go shut her up. Go!

Fuckit

I say we take our chances out there.

Let her go. Take off.

Go our separate ways. Cisco: Yeah, right.

Then there'll be a manhunt with our faces on it.

Yeah, if there isn't one already.

Hello!

I need the bathroom.

Not yet.

I kind of can't control it.

Let me check downstairs first.

I really need to go.

It'll only take a second.

You guys don't know what the hell you're doing, do you?

You're Muslim?

Is that what all this is about?

Isis, or something?

You're all a bunch of goddamn animals.

Make it quick.

We were all there. You heard the call.

They have a secret surveillance program on us.

Jesus, you're a broken record.

Man, you wanna live in denial, go ahead, okay?

Go right ahead.

All of you can't accept the fact that maybe we... up.

Okay? Take a look at the city. It's going to shit, man.

Now, first it'll be blackouts. Then it'll be the national guard.

Either we go now, or... Jesus! Keep it together!

Dadene.

Darlene: This isn't exactly what I meant by "shut her up."

Okay, well...

Maybe our problem solved itself.

So, what, we just let her die?

We need to get her to a hospital.

No, not until we're sure she won't talk. And tie her up.

Cisco: That's a nasty head wound.

Okay, well, then we don't have much time.

To do what?

Own her.

Welcome to your life

there's no turning back

mobley: Grab her phone.

Angela: Even while we sleep

Cisco: Got it.

Mobley: I'll jump on her laptop.

Angela: We will find you

acting on your

best behavior

turn your back on mother nature...

Cisco: She's got three e-mail accounts on her phone.

Everybody wants to rule the world

Darlene: Not seeing anything on her corporate or hotmail.

It's my own desire

Darlene: There's gotta be something we can blackmail her with.

Just keep looking.

Ang ela: Help me to decide

help me make

the most of freedom and of pleasure

nothing ever lasts forever

everybody wants

Darlene: I got into her gmail. Don't see anything in here.

Did you check for any hidden partitions?

Obviously.

I'll check the office.

Angela: The light won't find you

holding hands while the walls come crumblin' down

okay, anything? No, nothing.

Darlene: She's a lawyer. She's gotta have dirt.

Mobley: Wait, I see yahoo mail in her web history.

Maybe we do, uh, uh, a pass on her drive?

Try to recover any deleted files.

Angela: Had to fade it

everybody wants to rule the world

maybe we could target yahoo's server logs

and cross-reference any incoming connections from here.

Might lead to an account name and password hash.

I could use bash bug. Trenton: Or what about this?

Cisco: What if we do find something on her?

Huh? What then?

Cazadores on the rocks, please.

Ilovethatsong.

You really have a desire to rule the world?

My desires go way beyond that.

Pretty sure my daughter's older than you.

What about your granddaughter?

No, no, she'll be 10 tomorrow. I'm taking her to the zoo, actually.

Thanks.

Well, better get back to my colleagues.

Angela: You could do that,

or you could stay here,

talk to me.

I had nothing to do with five/nine.

I'm in finance, for fuck's sake.

You think I wanted to implode the economy? Comeonm

no, I agree with Mr. Jones here.

I've been scratching my head on this one,

but evidence is evidence,

and holiday or not, I had to follow up on this.

Found this incriminating little guy

at a critical location tied to the five/nine hack.

The shell's micro-stamp leads right to your client's gun.

A gun that he had in the city of New York illegally, I might add.

Immunity is on the table in exchange for a name.

That's all I care about.

Let's keep this friendly.

I need a doctor.

Yeah, it's pretty bad.

Nice place you got.

Comfy.

Is your place in greenwich this cush?

I worked hard for what I have.

You know, I'm glad you came home,

but my friends are freaking out.

Came up with this neat little plan

to blackmail you foryourshence.

Hacked your e-mails.

We got some good stuff, too.

Nice little petraeus e-mail scam you got going on there.

You shouldn't get hot and heavy

with your presiding judges, suze.

I'm sure you're aware that's illegal,

but I know you don't care about things like that.

You'd slime your way around it and fuck us over, just like you did my dad.

Who's dead, by the way.

Butyou_.

You aged very well.

The first time I saw you, I was four.

Still remember it.

On the news, in the courtroom,

when they cleared e corp of all the bullshit they put my family through.

And you were in the back

behind a sea of suits,

and you laughed.

It was so quick, no one even noticed.

No one but me.

Four-year-old little me.

I'm happy I get to look you in the eye.

Ihavetaken down your company, taken over your home,

and now...

I have you.

Okay.

So, you got me.

Where do we go from here?

I'm sure we can figure something out.

I already have.

Darlene: She just

flipped out.

I was just trying to scare her back.

Itwasjusta stun gun.

No, she_.

No, she had a heart condition.

I mean, there were lots of e-mails from her doctor.

You didn't see any of those?

Just go.

You two don't need to be here.

We'll wipe down the house and figure it out.

You think she actually...

Has to be self-defense.

What's the plan?

We can't stay here.

Who knows who's gonna be waiting for you at home?

Dark army, FBI, cops.

I can't leave my family.

If you had that much to lose,

you shouldn't have done this in the first place.

But I did this forthem.

What we did was colossally fucking stupid,

and we can't afford not to realize that anymore.

Peace, Trent.

Yeah, I'm on my way.

Cisco: All right, my vote, we leave it here,

wipe our prints, and just make a run for it.

We can't.

The others'll be back soon. They'll find her.

Why don't I just text them

and tell them the place is burned?

Can't take the risk they won't listen and come back anyway.

We need to get rid of it.

We ain't doing shit. I'll see if my guys can take care of it.

Okay, no offense, but I don't trust them either.

This is my responsibility.

Well, if this is the part of the conversation

where you start throwing out ideas

like acid and wood chippers, I ain't obliging.

This isn't a conversation.

We need to do what we always do

when we go into full wipe-down mode after a hack.

Hurry up.

You know you screwed me last time?

You let all the dogs go. I almost got fired.

What was that all about anyway?

Not like it matters. They all ended up back here.

So, as a matter of policy, it's gonna cost you double this time.

Double?

Wait, we don't have double, man.

We can barely pull out cash. What about ecoin?

It's worth more than cash anyway.

Pull out your phone.

What the fuck is in there?

I'm paying you enough for privacy.

It's done.

All yours.

Susan donated them from her cold storage.

It's not as if she can use them anymore.

She can pay for her own funeral.

Oh, easy, easy, wait. Just move it.

Rug's too big.

Noshw

We need to take her out.

This is some traumatizing shit. You know that?

Cisco: Hey.

Come over to my place tonight.

Come on, let's get some sleep. You shouldn't be alone right now.

I didn't know I could do that.

You did what you had to do.

No, that's the thing.

I don't feel bad.

I always knew there was a part of me

that wanted to do this to her for what she did, but...

I figured, when the time came,

something would stop me.

But it didn't.

Hey, come on. Look, you're just in shock. All right? Look, come on.

Just_

Let's get some sleep, okay?

I did what you say for me.

Okay, I used key under mat. I put pizza inside.

No one inside. No one.

You didn't see anything weird or...

No, no one inside. No one inside.

Okay, fine.

That's $20.

Wait. Uh...

Can I have the other pizza?

- It's another delivery, man. - It's another delivery.

Look, give me the other pizza. I'm fucking nervous, man.

Have you guys ever thought about moving?

What's this?

Maybe we should move somewhere cheaper.

I don't think the city is safe anymore, not with everything going on.

Don't be silly. Moving is impossible right now.

The bank is fighting us on the deed.

It's a mess. They're not letting anyone sell.

In fact, we may be at a bigger risk

of losing the money we did invest in this home.

But we can find another place.

Dinner's almost ready. I'll check outside.

Man: Sir, open up. FBI.

Sir, if you don't open the door, we're gonna break it down.

Mr. Markesh, we didn't mean for you to be waiting here this long,

but with all the bureaucracy and red tape,

it's getting a little bonkers around here.

Yeah, well, I've been waiting here all night. What the fuck is going on?

I feel your pain.

I've been stuck here all night, too.

It's depressing, isn't it?

Here's what we're gonna do.

We're gonna talk, and all you have to do is listen.

Because, believe it or not, Mr. Markesh,

you could be real instrumental in helping to solve this five/nine case.

Leslie romero.

Forgive me, hon, you do know your friend was found murdered?

My heart goes out to you. It's very unfortunate.

I went over to his mother's after everything went down.

I wanted to offer my condolences,

and I took a quick look around while I was over there.

That's when I found this.

An end of the world party featuring dj mobley.

I'm not an edm fan myself,

but a quick search on the wayback machine,

and guess what we found all the way from 2003?

You.

An angelfire page that you created from back in the day.

Your very own dj mobley fan page.

In fact, curiously enough,

you were the only one that ever created a fan page of this guy.

Must have really spoken to you.

Trust me, I feel the same way

about romy and Michele's high school reunion.

But like you, I found myself very much in the minority.

So, a big fan.

Obscure dj with a unique name.

Seems like the perfect recipe for how a hacker handle gets born.

Here's the deal.

We want Tyrell wellick, not Tyrell wellick's dj.

Your friend is dead, and that's a sad thing,

but at this point, the best thing that could happen

would be if there's something you can tell me.

Names, people,

any information at all

that you can give us from that party that would help.

Lawyer.

I want a lawyer.

Do you have any evidence on this guy? This is not the strategy we have implemented.

Top down, not bottom up.

We needed to get some traction. This is a way.

He's a minor player that won't blow our strategy.

He'll start flushing some of these guys out.

Are you not watching the news?

We are in a world of shit because of this leaked conference call.

The opr is going to be coming down on us any day.

It's all over the senate intelligence hearings.

The deputy director, assistant director of cyber division,

and the ead are all getting fired.

Comey's about to announce that operation berenstain is dead,

and you just held this guy for 12 hours for no reason.

You have to think about how this looks, dom.

Whatever paranoia you've put into him is done,

just by picking him up.

Let him go.

I'll be back later.

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I lost her.

I don't know what I did wrong. I thought she was into me.

Don't let it get you in the dumps.

Getting into the mind of a woman,

it's the toughest route for even the best sources.

I can't get into it right now. This fsociety video's blowing up in our face.

That's some fucked-up shit you guys did.

It's got me all paranoid.

How do I know you guys aren't watching me, too?

We look like fools. Shit's worse than snowden.

Speak of the devil.

Because I have nothing to hide, that's no different than saying

I don't care about freedom of speech because I have nothing to say.

Despite the cyber security breach

in obtaining the information on operation berenstain,

the controversy over privacy rights

has prompted calls for greater government transparency.

Look, I'm done with this. You know, she's stone cold anyway, dom.

I'm not gonna lie. I kind of got hurt.

She never talked about fsociety

or her old friends from back in the day?

She hasn't given up anything since you first put me on her,

and she bailed on me for some old dude at the bar.

A contact?

I think she's just into old dudes.

Cisco?

Cisco?

Cisco: Yo, what's up?

What's up?

How long you been up?

Cisco: I just got up.

Ijumped straight in the shower. I'll be out in a sec, though.

You all right?

Yeah, fine.

You all right?

Yo, what the fuck?