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- [grunts]

- You're nothing.

You're worthless.

- Mom, a lot's happened

since last I saw your.

- I'm not gonna run.

You should probably leave.

- This is exactly what you do

when shit like this happens.

You shut down.

Who are you?

- Just a brave traveler

who's finally come home.

- Susan Jacobs,

the General Counsel at E Corp.

When they cleared E Corp,

you laughed.

[stun gun buzzing]

- [gasps]

[fire roaring]

- There's security camera

footage of him

kidnapping Miss Alderson.

- [grunts]

- [gagging]

- Unless you finish cleaning up

Santiago's mess,

I'm gonna be forced

to do something very bad

to your mother.

- We found their heart.

We rob it,

she finally goes down.

I know all about

Cyprus National Bank.

Her money's as good as gone.

You hear me?

Was that her

in the SUV outside?

[inhaler sprays]

- Welcome back, Mr. Alderson.

[high pitched ringing]

- A symbolic breach

in the structure

that separated millions

and claimed hundreds of lives.

- That was 1989.

The world was up for grabs.

All the money, power,

natural resources,

hell, even borders

were negotiable.

The Soviet Union,

a great world super power,

was collapsing.

And where some saw freedom,

a young,

imaginative Minister Zhang

saw possibility.

A new world order.

So Zhang formed an investment

group called Deus.

The goal, bring together

the world's wealthiest,

most powerful men

to consolidate control

and manipulate global events

for profit.

Zhang courted dignitaries,

world leaders,

oligarchs,

businessmen,

and he was a damn

good salesman.

The potential

profit outweighed

anyone's moral reservations,

which was proven true

in an early endeavor;

the First Gulf War.

[booming]

- Something is happening

outside.

The skies over Baghdad

have been illuminated.

- A few backroom deals,

a promise here,

a bribe there.

Like that, the Deus Group

was rich on oil

and had a foothold in the

military industrial sector.

With the right players

in place,

running the world turned out

to be surprisingly easy.

I have to say,

business was booming.

With his network of hackers

and terrorists in place,

Zhang suggested the Deus Group

look in a new direction.

Industrial espionage

was yesterday's work.

What better way to gain

leverage on everyone

than if everyone

was connected?

- During my service

in the Congress,

I took the initiative

in creating the Internet.

- The United States

was a test case.

Americans seemed the most

ready to give their lives

over to a box.

[tense music]

[dial-up modem squealing]

Without hesitation

everyone jumped online.

- Welcome.

You've got mail.

- Offered everything they had.

Bank accounts,

electric bills,

medical records,

DNA data,

baby pictures.

We staged the biggest coup

in human civilization

and the whole world

volunteered to take part.

Opted in,

checked the box,

and clicked, "I agree."

With the Deus Group behind it,

E Corp became

the world's biggest front.

With every new device

we rolled out,

there was a new way

for the Deus Group

to manipulate the public.

But as the world embraced

the digital age,

we began to see that Zhang

had been perfectly

positioning himself

to take total control.

Zhang's billion

dollar machine,

he clandestinely built it

under the Washington Township

Nuclear Power Plant.

The Deus Group now understood

we were working for Zhang,

not with him.

His pet project which

we'd belittled for years

had been the singular purpose

of the Deus Group all along.

♪ ♪

- Consider yourself lucky,

Mr. Alderson...

That I was the one alerted when

you walked into that apartment.

It's my duty to dispose

of any intruder

and report the attempt.

- But you didn't.

Why?

- Crazy, right?

Yeah, I never thought

we'd still be here, either.

Thought we were goners.

But here we are still alive.

But that's not the crazy part.

The crazy part

is we were saved by him,

the enemy.

One we've been after

this whole time.

Question is,

what's the angle?

What's the cost?

[cell phone vibrating]

Because one thing

we know by now,

it ain't free.

- It won't work...

Your heist.

- But you just said the Deus

Group funds whiterose's project

and the Dark Army.

If I can find a way to rob

the Deus Group,

whiterose loses everything.

- But like I said,

the Deus Group is impenetrable.

Whiterose designed it that way.

- You can get us in.

[tense music]

- Excuse me?

- It's like you said.

E Corp is a front

for the Deus Group.

Last I checked,

you're still the CEO.

[cell phone vibrates]

We can take them all down

if we work together.

You have to have

a contact at the bank

that can get me the Deus Group

account numbers.

A real contact.

♪ ♪

- Susan Jacobs.

General Counsel at E Corp.

She was my designated associate

for Cyprus National Bank.

♪ ♪

She handled everything.

Withdrawals,

deposits,

transfers.

I would just receive a text

to authorize the transaction,

but she--

- Can get around two-factor

authentication.

I just need their

phone numbers.

- Of course.

You think the Crown Prince

of Saudi Arabia

has the same cell phone number

for more than five days?

Or the chairman

of Royal Dutch Shell?

- Let me worry about that.

Just tell me how I can get a

hold of this contact of yours.

- Well, that's where you'll

run into some difficulty.

Susan Jacobs disappeared

months ago.

And given how open whiterose is

about my inevitable exit

from the group,

I haven't received

another contact.

I'm sorry, Mr. Alderson,

but I really can't help you.

♪ ♪

- You know what they've done.

You just gonna let them

keep doing it?

- You're trying to stop

a speeding train

by standing in front of it.

All thi--all this,

this is just a blip.

They won't even notice.

- Whiterose killed

your daughter.

♪ ♪

You think I didn't look

into you, too?

♪ ♪

I don't know how you justify

the shit you do.

♪ ♪

Maybe you wanna look back

at what whiterose did to Angela

and see it as a necessary evil.

A cost of doing business.

♪ ♪

Or maybe you don't look back

at it at all

because deep down

you know what happened--

what's been happening--

is wrong.

Something inside you

is telling you

to stop looking the other way.

♪ ♪

That can start here.

♪ ♪

- Even if I were to agree

to help you,

it's like I said.

This heist...

♪ ♪

It's not possible.

- I'll find Susan Jacobs.

Just get them all

in a room together.

♪ ♪

- You want me

to randomly request

that the entire Deus Group

gather in one place

without even a pretext?

- In the next eight days.

- Eight days?

Is that all?

- That's all I got.

Once whiterose starts shipping

their project, I'm dead.

- And how do you expect me

to pull this off?

- You've done whiterose's

bidding thus far

and paid a horrible cost.

That loyalty won't

be lost on her.

You can use that.

♪ ♪

- And if it's your life

you're worried about...

♪ ♪

Doing nothing,

not fighting back...

♪ ♪

You may as well be dead.

♪ ♪

- I became a dead

man walking...

♪ ♪

The minute I agreed

to work with whiterose.

♪ ♪

Just like you.

♪ ♪

- What are we supposed

to do now?

- He isn't out.

[door closes]

- He just walked out that door.

- I'd be dead on the floor

of my apartment

if he didn't want in.

He'll be back.

Besides, he just gave us

the name of his bank contact.

- A contact that's been

missing for months.

- So we find out

why she disappeared.

We take anything

she left behind.

[cell phone vibrating]

Yeah?

- It's Mom.

She's gone, Elliot.

- Your mom was the nicest,

most thoughtful woman.

When my dad died,

she gave me a shoulder

to cry on.

Always had a kind word

for everyone.

You two must feel so blessed

to have had her in your life.

- Yeah, we feel

totally blessed.

- What are we supposed to do?

- Um, well,

when my dad died,

I turned towards the Lord.

- I mean with the boxes.

- Oh, well, oftentimes,

like, families find

sentimental value

in their

loved ones possessions.

- Donate everything.

- Staff are not allowed

to pack up

a deceased patient's

belongings.

You can put a Post-It note

on the boxes

with the items you wish

to donate.

- About yesterday...

I know I was a little mental.

- We're cool.

- Are you just saying that or--

- No, we're good.

Let's just get this done.

- Score.

- Are you gonna help?

[lighter flicks]

- What's the hurry?

She's not gonna get any deader.

- You know, for someone who

refused to enter this room

in the last few years,

you seem pretty comfortable

now with her gone.

- Don't you feel

a little relieved?

I know I sound like

a total dick,

but you feel it, too, right?

- I guess.

- You know what?

Fuck it.

Why should I feel like a dick

for being happy?

She was an asshole to us.

Now I don't ever have

to think about her again.

Rad.

Your old Walkman.

Why is it even here?

Mom hated music.

- It doesn't matter.

- Hold up.

I'll take it if you don't.

Cassettes are full-on back.

[zipper zipping]

[tense music]

- What?

- Mom had a safe deposit box?

♪ ♪

- And how long did you work

under ASAC Santiago?

- Three years, since I started

the New York office.

♪ ♪

- Describe his disposition

as a senior agent for me.

How'd he treat his squad?

Any quirks?

Oddities?

- No.

Santiago was always

even-keeled.

He treated everyone fairly,

with respect,

both in the office

and out in the field.

♪ ♪

- Did you ever see

Agent Santiago do anything

suspicious or out of character

before his disappearance

on October 23rd?

- What do you mean

by suspicious?

- It's not every day

an ASAC ups and erases

security cam footage

from the FBI's parking garage

before dropping off

the face of the Earth.

- Oh, right.

♪ ♪

- You okay there,

Agent DiPierro?

I'm sorry, just,

you seem a little out of it.

You getting enough rest?

♪ ♪

- Can I...

just have some water?

♪ ♪

Sir, there's something I know

I should tell you, but--

- But what?

♪ ♪

We're both here

for the same reason.

To find Agent Santiago,

make sure he's safe.

Now, if there's anything you

can do to help us do that--

- I think Agent Santiago

was a double agent.

♪ ♪

- A double agent?

♪ ♪

- Yes.

- To be clear,

Agent DiPierro,

you're accusing your former

commanding officer--

your FBI mentor--

of working as an operative

against the Bureau?

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry, Agent Horton.

I'm just having a little

trouble saying this aloud

knowing it's on

the record and...

♪ ♪

I'm worried.

I'm worried

about what might happen,

about the repercussions.

♪ ♪

- What repercussions?

♪ ♪

- Santiago was working with

some awfully dangerous people.

♪ ♪

- No agent wants

to see their brother,

their sister

on the wrong side of the law.

I get that.

♪ ♪

But you know it's our duty

to uphold

the integrity of the Bureau.

Well, take a breath.

♪ ♪

Whenever you're set.

♪ ♪

Can you tell me who Agent

Santiago was working with?

♪ ♪

- The Trujillo drug cartel.

♪ ♪

- You know, sort of

the official punishment

of people who break the law,

and back then in that place,

in that time,

what the state did to people

as part of, you know,

lawful justice is worse than

anything Charles Manson did

to the people that

he had killed in his name.

[cell phone vibrating]

What Charles Manson's

followers did to

the Manson murder victims

is merciful by the standards

of the lawful justice...

- Dugout.

- Bonsai.

- Dominique,

nice to hear your voice.

How was the interview?

- Fine.

We're good.

- Listen, instead

of Charles Manson doing...

- Clarify for me

what you mean by good.

- Um, I fed them

the cover story.

He bought it and praised me

for coming forward.

- That's encouraging.

So, you believe it was

a successful meeting?

Your colleagues believe

all is aboveboard?

- I mean, I was a little

nervous at the start,

but then I was fine.

Totally fine.

Agent Horton bought it.

I'm sure of it.

- Clarify sure.

- And thought that when you

commit the kind of crimes--

- Um, I mean, I don't know.

As sure as I can be, I guess.

99.9% sure.

- Interesting.

Well, it is just

a red letter day.

Now, I know the beginnings

are always the hardest

but it's best for everyone

if you stay calm

and keep a level head.

[bell chimes]

[dark music]

Just one moment.

I'm just finishing

a phone call.

♪ ♪

Dominique, I want you to know

that we are very pleased

that you are back to work

and on the mend.

Don't be a stranger.

Let us know if there's

anything you need,

and we'll do the same.

♪ ♪

Sorry to keep you waiting.

You know, holidays.

Busy, busy, busy.

What can I do for you?

- I want Beatrice

with me forever.

- If you are adulterous

or involved in fornication--

which basically means sex

outside of marriage--

you get your head cut off.

- There's the cost of living

and the cost of dying.

Seems you're paying the price

whether you're coming

or going.

[door squeaks]

- This is taking way too long.

- Susan Jacobs?

- No, death.

We have to get back to work.

Still running

the password cracker

on the Ecoin wallet

but nothing yet.

- And then there's

the real price.

Not cash or Ecoin.

The emotional toll.

How are you doing

with all this?

- As soon as we get the

death certificate, I'm done.

- The toll Elliot

isn't willing to pay,

whether he's not ready to

or just doesn't want to.

I'm not talking

about paperwork, kiddo.

I'm talking about the fact that

your mom died this morning.

Maybe you should take a minute,

deal with what's happening.

- The fuck are you

talking about?

- I'm kind of an expert

at observing you.

All I'm saying is that

you need to stop

and take in your mom's death

or it's gonna eat away at you

like everything else

you're holding in.

- Here's the only thing

I'm holding in.

We need to take down whiterose

or we die.

Darlene dies.

Did your expert observation

also pick up on that?

- I agree.

That could have gone better.

Fuck you.

- Okay, I mean,

how the hell should I know

what she would have wanted?

- ♪ But now it's cold

and Christmas is coming ♪

♪ La, la, la, la... ♪

- Don't look at me like that.

Yeah, she was my mom,

but we weren't close.

There was no, "These are my

last wishes," conversation.

I mean, fuck.

I can't even remember

the last time we spoke.

So give me a goddamn

break here, all right?

[door opens]

♪ ♪

- Cremation, cardboard coffin,

cheapest urn.

♪ ♪

[train horn blares]

- You're not even a little

curious about what's in it?

I mean, she went through

the process of opening

a safe deposit box.

That is not the woman

we grew up with.

So, I mean, there's gotta be

something important

in there, right?

♪ ♪

Hello?

Bueller?

Are you alive?

♪ ♪

No, Darlene, I don't think

there's anything

important in there.

- Well, you don't

know that for sure.

I mean,

maybe there's some secrets.

- Secrets?

- I don't know, like the secret

to why Mom was such a bitch.

Money.

The deed to a chateau

in France.

♪ ♪

Adoption papers.

♪ ♪

Your adoption papers.

Yo, asshole!

Please stop ignoring me!

- What the fuck is with you,

man?

I'm here, aren't I?

♪ ♪

- No, you're not.

I thought you said

we were cool.

- We are cool.

- Okay, then prove it.

Come with me to the bank.

- What is the point?

It's not gonna change

the fact that mom's dead.

- Just fucking come with me!

♪ ♪

I need to go, okay?

♪ ♪

Remember when we were kids

and you were scared?

You were having one

of your episodes.

And I would tell you

to squeeze my hand.

And as long as you

could feel my hand,

you knew I was there

and it was okay

and everything was real.

♪ ♪

Well now I need you

to help me.

♪ ♪

Make me feel like

everything is okay.

♪ ♪

- You're not gonna find

any answers

in the old safe deposit box.

- Then it'll be a short trip.

♪ ♪

- Condolences.

♪ ♪

- He's an Irish mobster

out of Hell's Kitchen

trying to recreate

the glory days

but online instead

of the streets.

Operates what looks like

a legitimate shipping website.

- But shipping people,

Mr. Maguire?

- More like

disappearing people.

We pieced together

his AlphaBay connections

and ID'ed 17 career criminals

he helped walk off the street,

never to be seen again,

living happy lives

under new names

all over the world.

- Mr. Maguire,

you and I,

we could help each other.

You talk to me and maybe

I could put in a good word.

- You seem a kind lass

and I'd love

to help you help me,

should I need the helping.

[cell phone vibrating]

But I'm an innocent man,

you see?

[tense music]

[door buzzing]

- Agent DiPierro,

I'm sorry to interrupt.

You should see this.

- Chaos and sadness

in Tribeca tonight

following the report of

an apparent suicide jumper.

- You met with him today,

didn't you?

Did he seem upset

or worried or...

- What are you talking about?

- They haven't publicly

released the name,

but it's Agent Horton

from the Santiago case.

- A spokesperson for

the New York Fire Department

confirmed that a middle-aged

man died on impact.

He jumped from an eighth floor

apartment window

shortly after 5:00

o'clock this evening.

At this time that's

as much information

as they're willing to release.

However,

I'm told that the identity

has been confirmed

and that the NYFD has notif--

♪ ♪

- It's gone.

- What?

- The safe deposit box.

It's gone.

Payment lapsed two years ago.

We tried contacting

the account owner--

your mother--

but never heard back.

It's policy

to dispose of the contents

after a 120 day grace period.

♪ ♪

- You threw away my mom's shit?

♪ ♪

- It's policy.

♪ ♪

- What the fuck

is wrong with you?

[Christmas music playing]

♪ ♪

- I'll, uh...

give you a few minutes.

♪ ♪

[woman singing faintly]

- This is ridiculous.

Let's go.

We still have to pick up

her fucking ashes.

♪ ♪

What's going on?

Didn't even know

what was in there.

- Don't you get it, Elliot?

It's not about the fucking box.

It's about the fact

that you don't give a shit.

- About mom?

Fucking sue me for not giving

a shit about her

after what she did to us.

- Not mom.

Angela.

♪ ♪

You were right.

She's gone.

♪ ♪

I mean, how do you do it?

How do you just

move on like that?

♪ ♪

- I haven't.

♪ ♪

- What are you doing?

- Open it.

- You recognize that tape?

♪ ♪

- How did mom get this?

- No idea.

- This wasn't for her.

- Maybe she wished it were.

- Why would she even

listen to it?

♪ ♪

- She was lonely.

♪ ♪

- What are you doing?

- I'm gonna listen to it.

And you're gonna listen

with me.

♪ ♪

- I can't.

- Come on.

♪ ♪

- ♪ It's Christmas ♪

♪ ♪

♪ It's Christmas ♪

♪ ♪

♪ It's Christmas ♪

- [crying]

- ♪ All over the world ♪

- ♪ It's Christmas ♪

- [breathes deeply]

- ♪ All over the world ♪

- ♪ It's Christmas ♪

- Is it recording?

- We're live.

You ready, Angela?

- Ready.

Okay.

Three, two, one.

- Good morning,

Washington Township.

We are your hosts

Elliot Alderson--

- Darlene Alderson--

- And Angela Moss.

And we're here to say--ready?

all: Happy Mother's Day,

Mrs. Moss!

- Happy Mother's Day.

I love you, Mom.

both: We love you, too.

♪ ♪

["O Come, All Ye Faithful"

playing]

- ♪ Come and behold Him... ♪

[footsteps approaching]

♪ Born the king of angels... ♪

- You're a little unbalanced.

The tree.

- Yes.

To the left.

Happy Holidays, Phillip.

I was pleased you reached out,

having been so quiet

these past few months.

Is that why you're here?

To make an attempt at--

- Look.

It would be a waste

of both our times

to speculate on why I'm here.

The truth is simple.

Let's give that a shot.

I'm resigning

as CEO of E Corp

by the end of year.

Which means, of course,

I'll be parting ways

with the Deus Group as well.

- Well,

that is obviously unacceptable.

Your tenure at E Corp

will be over soon enough,

but you will simply

have to wait.

Nothing can rock the boat now

as my project

has not yet shipped.

- Yes, yes, I understand,

but here's the thing.

I don't care.

♪ ♪

- Do not forget your loyalty.

[clock ticking]

- My loyalty has

been unquestionable.

You've taken nearly

everything from me.

I'd like to leave

with what little I have left.

- You know that in order

for me to replace you as CEO,

the Deus Group members

must all agree

on your successor.

In person.

- Well, perhaps

a New Year's celebration

will befit this fresh start,

hmm?

- Your request is absurd.

You know we can't organize

a meeting within the next week.

- And yet I have faith

you'll find a way.

- That is not how this

fucking game is played!

- Game?

Game, that word.

[chuckles]

There's our problem.

There's an end point.

There must be, eventually.

And I've reached mine.

Since the game

is what you care about,

you should be happy.

You won.

- ♪ Oh God let us adore him ♪

♪ Christ the Lord ♪

- [shouting]

[church bell ringing]

[cell phone vibrating]

- Hello?

- I played my hand.

- And?

- And now we wait.

- Thank you.

- Don't thank me.

I'm not doing this for you.

- You ready?

I've got Mom's ashes.

Who was that?

- No one.

- I saw your phone earlier

when you were here.

And on the train platform.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Why are you hacking

Susan Jacobs's Ecoin wallet?

♪ ♪

- Why do you care?

- Because I do.

- Why?

♪ ♪

- I knew her.

♪ ♪

The last transaction

in her Ecoin wallet.

♪ ♪

- At the animal shelter?

♪ ♪

What about it?

♪ ♪

- That wasn't her.

It was me.

♪ ♪

- It was you...

who broke into her house.

♪ ♪

- You were in jail.

Fsociety needed a new base.

♪ ♪

- But she caught you.

♪ ♪

- She was supposed

to be out of town.

♪ ♪

- Darlene...

what did you do?

♪ ♪

- What, you want me to say it?

♪ ♪

- Jesus fucking Christ!

[church bell ringing]

- I knew you wouldn't get it.

- Then why did you tell me?

- I guess I had to know.

- Know what?

- That we'd still be okay.

Even if you knew what I did.

♪ ♪

- I read what she did.

The Washington Township case.

♪ ♪

I need everything you have

on Susan Jacobs.

- Why?

♪ ♪

- Susan Jacobs was also working

for the Dark Army.

♪ ♪

- And what does that have

to do with you?

♪ ♪

- I'm going after whiterose.

[church bell ringing]

♪ ♪

- You know that's suicide,

right?

♪ ♪

- Probably.

- And you're gonna

do it anyway?

♪ ♪

Why not give up?

- Can't.

She'll find me.

♪ ♪

- Us.

She'll find us both.

That's why you're doing this.

♪ ♪

I'm in.

- No.

This is exactly why I didn't

tell you in the first place.

- I'm not giving you a choice.

Besides, you need me.

Face it, every hack

you've ever pulled off

is because Fsociety helped you,

and right now we're

all that's left, okay?

If this is the biggest thing

you're ever gonna do,

then we're doing it together.

[cell phone vibrates]

Give me your phone.

♪ ♪

I rigged Signal's API

to beam GPS coords

so we can share locations.

That way if you're ever

worried about me,

you'll know where I am.

It's done.

Okay, I'm in whether

you like it or not.

♪ ♪

I honestly wasn't expecting you

to say whiterose.

I mean, I knew you were up

to something,

but you were acting like such

a total sketchball,

I figured it had

to do with Vera.

♪ ♪

- Vera?

What are you talking--what does

he have to do with anything?

- Well, that's what

I was wondering.

I mean, he freaked me

the fuck out

when he showed up

at your building

a couple months ago,

but when I told you,

you just blew it off

like it was no big deal.

♪ ♪

I don't need to worry

about him, do I?

♪ ♪

- No.

You should get going.

Pull everything

you have on Susan.

♪ ♪

- You coming?

♪ ♪

- I'll be right there.

♪ ♪

- Elliot, thanks...

For today.

♪ ♪

- I don't know what Darlene

is talking--

- Price made his move.

We might actually have

a shot at whiterose.

But none of that matters 'cause

I can't fucking trust you!

- Listen to me.

I don't know anything

about Vera.

- You heard what she said.

She told one of us,

and it wasn't me.

- There's no reason for me

to keep that from you.

- Fuck it!

You wanna go back

to not talking to each other?

Locking each other out?

Fighting for control?

- Look at me!

I am telling you the truth.

I am not

the one Darlene talked to.

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- If it wasn't you,

and it wasn't me...

♪ ♪

Who was it?

♪ ♪

[chair squeaking]

♪ ♪

- I've been looking

all over for you.

♪ ♪

You shouldn't be sitting there.

That's not your seat.

- Why?

I thought--

- They're not ready yet.

We need to wait.

- For what?

- For him.

- You mean Mr. Robot?

- No.

- Elliot?

- No.

The other one.

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