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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: I 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.

(SPEAKING MANDARIN)

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.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

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 I 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
I've 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 how I 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.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

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.

(DOOR OPENS)

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?

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

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.

(DOOR SHUTS)

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.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

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: (ON TV)
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.

(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)

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,

our attack
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.

Excellent.

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 a.m. sharp.

Enjoy yourselves.
Take in the city.

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

A reception to celebrate
our collaborative effort.

(JINGLING)

(BABY COOING)

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?

(SIGHS)
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?

(SIGHS)

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

I'll have RT stop by.

(SINGING IN DANISH)

(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

(SIGHS) 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.

(GASPS)

(GRUNTING)

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.

(CLATTERING)

(BAG UNZIPPING)

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.
(GUN COCKS)

(SILENCED GUNSHOTS)
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.

JOANNA:
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.

(CONTINUES SINGING
IN DANISH)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Hey.
Hi.

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

I ordered you a Bud Light.

Thanks.

(SIGHS)

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.

Um...

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.

(CHUCKLES)

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

But, uh, you...

Wow. I mean, I hear things
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...

(WHISPERING)
My uncle is a lawyer.

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

It's my uncle's fault.

Fuck!
What...
Oh! Come on!

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?

No.

Yes.

I mean, Angela, look,
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...

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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.

(CLOCKS TICKING)

ZHANG: Pardon me,
do you have the time?

Oh, shit.

Minister Zhang, I...

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

(CHUCKLES) 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.

(SCOFFS)

So much for
the honest salesman.

My parents bought theirs
at a Kmart in Teaneck.

Oh.

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.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

Oh.

Okay.

Um...

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...

(CHUCKLES) This is gonna
make me sound wacky,

but I excused
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.

(CHUCKLES)

What is it?
I just...

Uh...

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

to China's Minister
of State Security.

Ah.
(CHUCKLES)

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

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

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
qípáo 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.

(CHUCKLING)
The contemplation moves me
very deeply.

(CLOCKS CHIMING)

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?

(CHUCKLES)

He's good.

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

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

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 D.C. 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.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

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?

(CLICKS)

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

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?

(MUSIC BOX PLAYING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Hello?

(SPEAKING DANISH)

Tyrell...

(SIRENS WAIL IN DISTANCE)

(SIRENS WAILING)

(DOORS OPEN)

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 look, 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.

(GUN COCKS)

(GUNSHOTS)
(SCREAMING)

(MEN YELLING)
(GUNFIRE CONTINUES)

(SCREAMING)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUNFIRE)

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.

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTING CONTINUES)