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[pop music playing in the distance]

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- ¶ I've been let down ¶

¶ I've been put on ¶

¶ There's been sometimes ¶

¶ When I've lost my love ¶

¶ I've been freaked out ¶

¶ Consumed by doubt ¶

¶ When all I could think ¶

¶ Was to scream and shout ¶

¶ I've been set up ¶

¶ You've been let on ¶

[bags thud]

¶ That we weren't put off ¶

¶ Now I'm freaked out ¶

¶ Consumed by doubt ¶

¶ And all I can think ¶

¶ Is to scream and shout ¶

- For more variety from the '80s through today.

Max Lights FM.

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[indistinct chatter]

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- Anything?

- Nothing yet.

[Phil Collins' "Take Me Home" playing in distance]

- ¶ Take that look of worry ¶

¶ I'm an ordinary man ¶

¶ ¶

¶ They don't tell me nothing ¶

¶ So I find out what I can ¶

¶ ¶

¶ There's a fire that's been burning ¶

¶ Right outside my door ¶

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¶ I can't see, but I feel it ¶

¶ And it helps to keep me warm ¶

¶ ¶

¶ So I ¶

¶ I don't mind ¶

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¶ No, I ¶

¶ I don't mind ¶

¶ ¶

¶ Seems so long I've been waiting ¶

- Who is that? Who is that, that guy on the bike?

He looks like he's coming straight toward me.

- Okay, he's closing in. We're coming.

- No, wait. - It's too risky.

- We need to fly in. - Wait.

- ¶ I don't worry anymore ¶

- Are you... from E Corp?

- Who are you? - Just making a delivery.

Please sign here.

- ¶ They can't turn off my feelings ¶

¶ Like they're turning off the light ¶

¶ ¶

¶ But I ¶

¶ I don't mind ¶

¶ ¶

¶ No, I ¶

¶ I don't mind ¶

¶ ¶

¶ Oh, I ¶

- What is this? - Someone grab the biker.

- Grab the biker. - No, no, no,

they haven't picked up the money yet.

- ¶ No, I ¶

¶ I don't mind ¶

¶ ¶

¶ So take ¶

¶ Take me home ¶

- Mr. Knowles, we don't recommend that.

We should have our unit search it first.

- ¶ 'Cause I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take me home ¶

¶ 'Cause I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take me home ¶

¶ Oh, Lord ¶

¶ 'Cause I've been a prisoner ¶

¶ All my life ¶

¶ And I can say to you ¶

- Sir, are you all right?

Should we come in? Are you all right?

[phone ringing]

Is that your phone?

- [distorted] You have ten seconds to do what it says,

or every Bank of E system will be bricked.

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- ¶ I've got no far horizons ¶

- Sir, who was the caller?

- ¶ I don't wish upon a star ¶

¶ ¶

¶ They don't think that I listen ¶

¶ Oh, but I know who they are ¶

¶ And I ¶

- Mr. Knowles, what are you doing?

- ¶ I don't mind ¶

¶ ¶

¶ No, I ¶

¶ I don't mind ¶

¶ ¶

¶ Oh, I ¶

¶ I don't mind ¶

¶ ¶

¶ No, I ¶

¶ I don't mind ¶

¶ ¶

¶ So take ¶

¶ Take me home ¶

¶ 'Cause I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take me home ¶

¶ 'Cause I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take me home ¶

¶ 'Cause I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take me home ¶

¶ Oh, Lord ¶

¶ Well, I've been a prisoner all my life ¶

¶ And I can say to you ¶

¶ But I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take me home ¶

¶ 'Cause I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take me home ¶

¶ 'Cause I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take me home ¶

¶ 'Cause I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take me home ¶

¶ 'Cause I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take me home ¶

¶ 'Cause I don't remember ¶

¶ Take, take ¶

- There's no way.

We've already committed $900 billion.

It would be irresponsible if the feds sent more.

- And we're not going to ask the government

to pony up the cash.

How do you burn through that kind of money

in 30 days anyway?

- You have something right... right there.

- Finally you're seeing my point.

- No, no, on your face.

- The point is, Phillip,

we've already given you our burst of cash on hand.

We can't give you any more.

- Well, we'll sell the T-bills to the Chinese,

and that money in return

will be used as a loan for our company.

Look, the real recovery program is months from being done.

- The public is hoarding cash.

The housing market is grinding to a halt.

The big three are on the verge of collapse.

Everyone at the commission needs to see results

within the next three weeks

before we can do anything else.

- Look, rebuilding our database

is the only solution to this problem.

This is not my opinion.

These are the facts, ladies and gentlemen.

Now, I've cooperated with you on every level.

I even have the goddamn FBI working out of my offices.

Janet, Mary, Jack, please.

Tell me you didn't ask me

to fly down all the way to D.C.

just so you could, what, hear yourselves complain?

- You've got to resign.

We have no other options.

The President can't go to Congress

with a bailout right now.

- In the fallout of the Great Depression,

FDR closed all the banks for a bank holiday,

and then he reopened them in stages

when they were reported to being sound.

Later, historians discovered what we in this room now know,

that those reports, they were mostly lies.

Nevertheless, it worked.

It worked because the public believed

the government had everything under control.

You see, that is the business model

for this great nation of ours.

Every business day when that market bell rings,

we con people into believing in something,

the American dream or family values.

Could be freedom fries for all I care.

It doesn't matter

as long as the con works

and people buy and sell

whatever it is we want them to.

If I resign,

then any scrap of confidence

the public is already clinging onto will be destroyed,

and we all know

a con doesn't work

without the confidence.

If this was the best idea

you could come up with for a win,

I shouldn't be the one resigning.

I have to head back to New York.

Let me know when you've locked up the votes,

and wipe your goddamn mouth.

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[dramatic music]

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- [gasps]

Well?

- You moved.

- And?

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- Now I'm gonna punish you.

[tense music]

¶ ¶

[exotic music playing on radio]

- Ahem.

Ah, you know, usual, coffee, black, turkey sandwich

on whole wheat, lettuce, mayo, muenster cheese.

- Already working on it.

- You always take good care of me, Ahmed.

How's the wife doing?

- She's good, she's good, thank you.

- Oh, I haven't seen her in a while.

Where is she these days?

- Oh, our daughter is sick. - Oh, that right?

That's too bad.

Now, which one is she again? - Sally.

- Sally, Sally, the young one, right?

- Yeah. - Sally, such a pretty name.

Hmm, is that traditionally an Iranian name, or...

- Come on, lady, I'm in a rush here.

- Jesus H, all right.

God, calm down.

Well, I guess I should pay up, Ahmed,

before I get lynched over here.

[both chuckle]

[speaking Farsi]

Am I right?

Um...

and this?

[knock on door]

- DiPierro, he's waiting for us.

- Yup.

[suspenseful music]

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[indistinct chatter]

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[beeping]

[door buzzes]

- When you look closely at the seams between order

and chaos,

do you see the same things I see?

The strain, the tears,

the glimpses of truth hidden underneath.

Why do they fight so desperately

to mask what they are?

Or is it that they become who they are

when they put on the mask?

Sometimes I wonder what you hide behind,

my silent friend.

What mask do you wear?

Or are you just as afraid as the rest of them?

Me?

Am I afraid?

Nah, man.

I'm different.

- Hey, dipshit,

can't you see we need the ball?

[tense music]

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- This ball? - Yeah, that ball.

What, you slow or something?

What's up?

- Nah, I ain't slow, bro.

- Yo. - You go get your own ball.

- Yo, man. - What?

- What's your problem, son?

- What's your problem? - You my problem.

- You need to learn how to speak to people.

- Oh, you need to have respect, son.

- I got it.

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Hey, I got it.

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- It's all good. Come on.

[indistinct chatter]

- We're all just here to have a good time, right?

- Yes, sir.

[indistinct chatter]

- Okay, girl.

There you go.

Maxine's been acting a little off lately.

She really perked up when she saw you.

You a dog person?

- Used to have one.

- Oh, yeah?

What happened to it?

- Don't have her anymore.

- Elliot, right?

I'm Ray.

I've seen you here before.

You must like the games, huh?

They've put Bradstreet in.

He's good on the boards.

Come on, boys.

- Man. - Get out of here.

Give me that ball.

- Look at these guys. What do you see?

A lot of care and effort

over what amounts to a pretty shitty game.

What's Maxine see?

A bunch of dumb animals, can't think past anything

but getting a ball in a hoop.

What do they want you to see?

Badass homies...

ready to kill if you step to 'em.

Question is...

which is the truth?

Maybe all of 'em.

Maybe none of 'em.

Maybe truth don't even exist.

Maybe what we think is all we got,

which is why I'm a little jealous of Maxine over here,

'cause all she gives a shit about is eating and sleeping.

Ain't that right, girl?

[indistinct chatter]

Not the loquacious type, I get it.

Me, I talk all the time,

but I guess you picked up on that.

It's cool, though. Communication...

is good for my line of work.

Takes a lot of it to run a good business.

But unlike you, when it comes to computers,

well,

I get them about as much as Maxine here gets E.E. Cummings,

so when I heard...

- Whatever you heard, it's not true.

I don't do that anymore.

- Tell him you'll help.

Try it once, huh?

Let that old feeling come back.

- You know, this morning over breakfast my wife

told me I'd make a friend today.

Not many people to talk to around here

except for these knuckleheads.

It's cool if we continue talking?

- No, thanks.

- Damn, man.

That's some cold, brutal shit right there.

I'ma have to go listen to some Adele on repeat

when I get back home.

Okay, I can take a hint.

Come on, babe.

- How long you gonna keep us in this analog nightmare?

- As long as it takes.

Without my weapon of choice,

Mr. Robot is unplugged, powerless.

He'll try to wear us down,

but as long as we stick to the regimen,

he can't take control

no matter how much of an illusion he thinks this is.

- I mean, it's a disgrace,

an absolutely disgrace police have not found this guy.

Not only does all the evidence

behind the Five/Nine attacks lead to him,

but he is the leading suspect

behind the Sharon Knowles murder.

I've said it before. I'll say it again.

The misogynistic blind eye by law enforcement in this...

- My problem, Stassi.

- I hit her for a [bleep] reason.

She [bleep] my ex-boyfriend...

- Hey, "Vanderpump's" on. You want to watch?

- Another time. - You know what?

I'll walk away and let this be about you.

- How was I that time? Did I do okay?

I didn't hurt you too bad, right?

- You're spoiling it again.

- If this doesn't break a couple up...

- Do you want to go have a drink at the bar?

You know, I know the guy who works here

makes awesome mescal cocktails.

We used to bartend together back at this place...

- We're not to be seen together, remember?

That was our agreement.

[knocking at door]

- That's him, isn't it?

Freaks me out. Can't he wait downstairs?

- He's doing his job.

- She's still in the tub.

- You said 2:00. It's 2:15.

- Hand me a towel?

Go.

We can't leave together.

[indistinct chatter]

- Ugh, so unfair.

She came out of nowhere a month ago.

Sometimes I see her talking to herself.

Oh, my gosh, you did too?

So weird.

Yeah, Melissa hates her too.

[phone ringing] Shit, I got to take this.

I'll call you back.

- I'm telling you, it's non-negotiable.

- No one's going to let you

take that question off the table.

The money burning is a big part

of why everyone wants the exclusive.

- Bloomberg, line two for you.

- Except for CNN, which you guys don't want...

- I got to call you back. Hi, Foster.

- I thought the deadline was noon.

- It's noon now.

- It's five past, Angela, and look...

- Ryder's agreeing to the questions.

He's also giving us top of the hour and Kelly.

- Price doesn't even like Kelly.

I'll budge on the time slot,

but I can't on the question. It's fair game.

- Talk to the segment producer and call me back.

- Angela, I already know the answer.

You were supposed to make this happen five minutes ago...

- Just call me back.

Call Markinson.

- We don't want CNBC,

or Fox News, for that matter.

I think you should let Melissa handle this.

[phone ringing]

- Done deal? - Not gonna happen.

Scott Knowles burning $5.9 million

is on the table or not at all.

- We're going with CNBC.

They're sending a deal memo as we speak.

You know I would rather go with you.

You got to twist their arm.

- Bullshit.

- Did you just hang up on Bloomberg?

Are you trying to get fired?

- Leave.

- Excuse me?

- Leave.

- [scoffs] When Melissa finds out...

- Get her.

Go ahead and get her. Tell her whatever you want,

but right now, get out of my fucking cubicle.

[suspenseful music]

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[rock music playing]

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[phone ringing]

- Fine, we'll take it off,

but we're talking about the bailout

and Plouffe's suicide.

- I can't do Plouffe.

- Then we're walking for real.

Segment producer is pissed that this is what...

- The guy committed suicide on national TV.

It's out of respect for his family.

Trust me, I'm doing you a favor.

You don't want to ask about that.

- Please, it's been a month.

- One question, and I have to approve it.

Hi, Melissa.

Bloomberg TV agreed to all the points

on the exclusive.

Foster's sending you the deal memo.

I need to get coffee before the staff meeting.

[baby gurgling]

[baby gurgling]

[suspenseful music]

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[banging]

- Come on! [Grunts]

- It's a machine. Take it easy.

[footsteps approaching]

- Oh, God. Sorry I'm late.

Coming up to the city was just a nightmare.

The tunnel was at a snail's pace.

E-ZPass is down again.

They're saying indefinitely this time,

but I cannot take the train in this heat.

It must have been in the 90s today.

Okay, sorry.

So?

- I've decided to stay.

- We agreed to discuss this.

- We have for several weeks now.

- Need I remind you I was against

you taking Colby's job offer in the first place?

And then even when you convinced me

that we should wait to see where it would lead,

we agreed it was only gonna be for a brief trial basis.

- I think we were both clearly wrong about their motives.

- Oh, I think you are being naive.

- And I don't think that we need to have these talks anymore.

I like my job, and I'm not quitting.

That's my decision.

- [exhales sharply]

You never had any intention of leaving, did you?

- I know you think they're pulling something,

but that's because you can't imagine anyone ever

valuing me as a real asset,

when the truth is I've done more for you and the lawsuit

than you've ever done for me or yourself.

I have value,

and even though you don't see it, they do.

- They are barbarians in $10,000 suits,

but I see your resolve.

I know when to cut my losses.

A guy walks up to a woman at a bar.

He flirts with her.

He makes small talk,

but the woman insists she isn't gonna go home with him.

Guy says, "What if I offer you $1 million"

to sleep with me?"

The woman's never had a million dollars in her life.

She stops and considers the offer very seriously.

The guy changes his mind, says,

"What if I change my offer to a dollar instead?"

Woman is aghast.

"What kind of woman do you think I am?"

Guy says, "We already figured that out.

Now we're just negotiating."

[indistinct chatter]

- Are you alone?

[tranquil music]

¶ ¶

"- Welcome to " Positive Affirmations, Volume Three:

Success and Money."

¶ ¶

You'll hear the affirmations repeated twice.

I will leave a space for you to either repeat

mentally or out loud.

Please use this on a consistent basis

to form new neural pathways.

Good luck.

I am confident.

I am confident.

- I am confident.

- My confidence is powerful.

My confidence is powerful.

- My confidence is powerful.

- I recognize myself as exceptional.

I recognize myself as exceptional.

- I recognize myself as exceptional.

- I will follow my dreams no matter what.

I will follow my dreams no matter what.

[indistinct chatter]

- Put it up. - Put it up. Put it up.

- Yeah, yeah. - Ah.

Come on, sit down.

[indistinct chatter]

[sighs]

[indistinct chatter]

Maxine wanted to come over and say hi.

She missed you.

I think the damn dog

might actually like you more than me.

See that smile?

[chuckles]

Even though we're technically not friends,

I told my wife we were.

Was too embarrassed to say otherwise.

You know, you two would get along.

She likes to ignore me too.

- Hey, man, I don't mean to be an asshole,

but like I said before, I'm all good.

- [laughing]

Sorry, I actually don't know why I'm laughing.

I thought you made some joke I don't get,

so I usually just fake laugh at those,

but...

really, I'm confused.

I thought we were on the same page.

- About what?

- When we spoke last night.

- I don't know what you're talking about, man.

I didn't see you last night.

- You really don't remember.

[eerie music]

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You feeling okay, chief?

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- That's what the control, the regimen, the journal,

my perfectly constructed loop,

what this whole thing's been about.

[suspenseful music]

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Last night till this morning,

while I was sleeping, I can't account for it,

a gap in my consciousness, and somehow he...

- What do they see when they see you coming?

- And this is why I'm different.

Sometimes my mask takes over.

Why did you talk to him?

- Because I'm gonna make you realize.

- What?

What will you make me realize?

- That they see me.

[tense music]

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- [laughing]

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[laughing]

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[laughing hysterically]

- What's so funny?

We started a movement.

We were meant to lead it.

Now, get back on a terminal now.

- Give me what I want or keep shooting me.

¶ ¶

Tell me where Tyrell is,

or shoot me again,

'cause the only one it's gonna drive mad is you...

not me.

¶ ¶

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I'm late for my church group.

Peace.

- This time targeting the Bank of E network

in an elaborate ransomware attack.

The malicious malware targeted the bank's computer servers

and spread to multiple branches in North America,

encrypting the data and rendering the systems unusable

unless a ransom was paid.

This more militant variant of the hacker collective

forced Scott Knowles, the CTO of E Corp,

to burn $5.9 million in public view.

Shortly thereafter, pictures surfaced on social media

under the name #OPdailyallowance.

This was considered a direct response

to E Corp's unpopular program,

which would lower its daily cash withdrawal allowances

for customers to $50.

Public support...

- Some stunt, huh?

Everybody's laughing it off as a dumb prank,

but these guys know what they're doing.

Never thought that hard cash

would be this valuable right now.

We're reliving Black Tuesday,

the Great Depression.

Warning lights were flashing.

I mean, in the last two years

the Army Corps of Engineers,

the Energy Department, the State Department,

and the Office of Personnel Management

were all hacked.

The government claimed they were boosting security,

but what came of it?

The same as 1929.

Shit hit the fan.

An act like this changes people, changes society.

- I'm just having a drink.

- [chuckles] I'm sorry.

And I'm rambling like a fanatic.

[chuckles]

Is there something else you want to talk about?

The beaches of Barbados,

espresso on Rue Montmartre,

sitting around a campfire in the Adirondacks?

- I'm married.

- I'm Brock.

And I know you're Gideon Goddard.

[chuckles]

I watch way too much news. - God.

I can't believe I'm a tabloid sensation.

- More of a diehard fan.

I got a smile.

I'm on a roll.

When did he leave you?

- What, was that on the news too?

- No, just your face.

It's obvious why they use you as their patsy.

You give off a very sympathetic

and honest vibe.

You're the perfect vessel for their lies.

- Yeah, well, I don't... I don't know

what to say to that, but, uh...

I'll agree with you that it sure as hell feels like

there's something bigger than me in control.

- Thank you.

- For what?

- Tomorrow I'm gonna be a hero.

- I'm sorry?

- You may just be a patsy, but you're an important one.

In fact, I don't think I've ever met

a bigger crisis actor than you before.

This is for our country. [gunshot]

[all screaming]

[gentle music playing]

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- ¶ There's a song in the land of the lily ¶

[baby crying]

¶ Each sweetheart has heard with a sigh ¶

¶ Over high garden walls ¶

¶ This sweet echo falls ¶

¶ As a soldier boy ¶

¶ Whispers good-bye ¶

- ¶ Smile the while ¶

[phone vibrating]

¶ You kiss me sad adieu ¶

¶ When the clouds roll by ¶

¶ I'll come to you ¶

"- " And there shall be no more death,

"neither sorrow nor crying,

"neither shall there be any more pain,

"for the former things are passed away,

"and he that sat upon the throne said,

"'Behold, I make all things new, '

"and he said unto me,

"'Write, for these words are true and faithful, '

"and he said unto me, 'It is done.

"'I am Alpha and Omega,

"'the beginning and the end.

"'I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain

"'of the water of life freely.

"'He that overcometh shall inherit all things,

"'and I will be his God,

and he shall be my son.'"

[tense music] - ¶ Though good-bye ¶

¶ Means the birth of a tear ¶

[line trilling]

[static crackling]

- Hello?

- Is it really you?

- Who is this?

- [chuckles]

Bonsoir, Elliot.