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Elliot: How do I take off a
mask when it stops being a mask,

when it's as much
a part of me as I am?

10:00 am. All: Amen.

Elliot: 12:00 pm. Life, love...

Elliot: 2:00 pm. I'm ray.

Elliot: To stay as sane as
possible until he's gone.

I am not to be gotten rid of.

Phillip: Ifind you
refreshing, young, bold...

Exactly what we need right now.

The FBI believes that
I was behind the hack.

Gideon's gonna rat you out.

Bang! Romero: Something
ain't fightaboutfiflsguy

I don't trust him.

Woman: We are in a war, and
they are picking us off one by one.

Tyre/I wellick and
fsociety engaged in this attack.

Bonsoir, Elliot.

All right, man,
explain this to me again.

Why are you
taking me to an arcade?

Well, I'm trying to tell you,
but you don't listen.

That's the problem with
your generation,

Too add to really
take in this world.

All right, all right,
break it down for me.

Well, to really get it, I got
to take you back to 1924.

Husband-andanweteanl
the bedfords_. Uh-huh.

Opened up a freak
show/dwarf sanctuary

on this land
you're about to be at.

Dwarf sanctuary?

Yeah, they called it
the bedford lilliputian.

A whole miniature
city scaled down

for dwarf and
midget inhabitants.

I mean, they also had other
freaks like lion-faced man,

limbless woman, shit like that.

But the dwarves were
the big money-maker.

Suffice to say, the
bedfords were a big hit.

Lines around the
corner... uh-huh.

The biggest attraction
out here in coney island.

Then one year, rumor has it,

the husband wakes up one
Christmas morning,

grabs a large kitchen knife,

slices his wife's throat open,

stabs his little kids to death,

then slits his own wrists. Ugh.

No motive was ever determined.

God.

Cut to the 1960s.

Woman named Mary Meghan Fisher

decided to buy up the place,

turned it into
an old-school arcade,

pinball machines,
skee-ball, the likes.

Called it games games games.

Shit, a bit on the nose,
if you ask me,

not to mention repetitive,
but at least it had clarity.

Mary Meghan even
installed a little bar

so she could get
drunk with her friends

and shoot pool at night.

And so she did,
almost every night.

Till one time in '86,
she got so liquored up,

she accidentally
fell off the bar stool

and landed hard on the pool cue

she was holding. Oh.

Went right through
her neck, clean.

Killed her right on the spot.

What in the fuck are you
telling me this for, man?

Romero: Place remained
dormant until 2000,

when ned bosham bought up
the joint under the name

fun society amusement, llc.

Ned wanted to reopen
it as a classic arcade.

Now, why anyone would want to
start an arcade in 2000 beats me,

but ned bosham
had it in his mind

that that's what
he wanted to do,

And so he did.

About a year ago,
his oldest son, Harold,

wanted to sell it, but
ned wasn't down with that.

So the oldest son, Harold, being
simpleminded and needing money

for whatever simpleminded folks
need money for, decided dad had to go.

So Harold stole his
twin brother's hunting rifle

and shot dad in the face.

Now, what Harold
wasn't counting on,

considering he had never fired a
weapon before, was the kickback.

It kicked back so hard,
he tripped and fell

out of his dad's
20-story window.

By the time he hit the
ground, his head opened up

like one of those Gallagher
watermelons.

All this commotion stirred awake

his twin brother, Clyde,

who, as he told it to me,
was in his bedroom

catching some zs
when all this went down.

By the time he got his bearings,

he was immediately arrested
for the double homicide

of his brother and father, being
the weapon was in his name.

And how do you know Clyde?

He was my cellmate.

This place made him crazy.

He thinks it's cursed.

Yeah. No shit, Sherlock.

Before I left the clink, he
gave me the keys to the joint

and made me
swear to burn it down

before it caused
any more ruckus.

He swears it's haunted.

Believes it is the nexus
of all evil in the universe.

You buy into any of this shit?

Fuck no, man. I'm too
broke to be superstitious.

In a way, all this hocus-pocus

keeps things clean for
whatever it is you need to do.

The public records are in limbo.

People down in county don't
even want to touch the place.

I'm siphoning electricity
from the grid.

As far as anyone's
concerned, it don't exist.

Now, on the market, this joint would
run you about five grand a month,

but since it's you, I'll
give it to your guy for half.

Come on, mobley, don't
give me that look, man.

You know how hard it is
for an ex-con to get a job.

Money's tight,

especially with my mom's
cataracts. The bills are adding up.

I'm not here to
rent from you, romero.

I want you to work with us.

Hell no, man. I just got out.

I ain't trying to
go back no time soon.

Just hear my guy out, okay?

We need a phreaker.

Now, you know you're
the best in the game.

Don't try to sweet-talk
me, motherfucker.

I don't need you to tell me
who's the best in the game.

I invented this shit, okay?

Now, either you're renting,
or I'm finding somebody else,

but I cannot get mixed up
in whatever it is you're doing.

Man, this is a chance
to get back at the system

that stole
six years of your life.

This is a game changer, man.

Who's this guy, again?

He's... he's a little weird.

But he's gonna love this place.

He's got a thing
for coney island.

You'll like him.

Actually, you'll hate him.
But he's a genius.

Bestcoder I've ever met.

And he wants to meet you.

How much?

Oh, don't smile.
I ain't said yes yet.

Money's gonna be the
deciding factor in all this,

and it's gonna need to be a
whole lot to bring me back in.

That's the thing, man.

In a way, this pays everything.

What happened to
the "u" and the "n"?

That? That's a story
for another time.

Elliot: Panic.
Here it comes again.

Remember? That sudden
sensation of fear,

overwhelming fear,

burrowing its way
underneath my brain,

making itself at home.

Nesting.

Screaming in my mind.

Man: It's good to
hear your voice.

Where are you?

Not yet where
I'm supposed to be.

But soon, very soon.

Woman: Protesters are taking to

the streets in massive numbers,

and police and community leaders

are at a loss as to
what to do at this point.

And where is that?

Man: I don't think
that's a good idea.

You think someone's listening?

Don't tell me you're
having second thoughts.

You don't want me to have
to worry about you.

I need to know what's going on.

It's not safe.

I wish it were.

Oh, howl wish. Howl wish.

I think about you a lot, Elliot.

I think about that night
when we became gods.

That night.

I want to know what happened.

Tell me what happened.

Like he said, it's not
safe, not on the phone.

I'm not gonna let you make me a
prisoner of my own paranoia again.

If you're not paranoid, you need
me more than you think you do.

We had a deal. You
wanted to talk to him.

I delivered.

It's not my fault
he's looney tunes.

Elliot: He really expects
me to believe this?

Did we really talk to the most
wanted man on the planet?

Why the fuck are
you asking them?

You heard him.
You talked to him.

I talk to you, too.

What do you want, huh?

We had a deal. I delivered!

What more do you want?

Elliot: What I've always wanted.

For the panic to finally stop.

Woman:
Shocking news from last night,

Gideon Goddard, owner and
ceo of allsafe cybersecurity,

considered ground
zero for the 5/9 attacks,

was shot dead at
a barin Manhattan.

The suspected murderer
surrendered at the scene.

The alleged gunman, whose
name has yet to be released...

Elliot: But it won't.

Nell: Just don't know why
you can't send me a new one.

You ain't even with e corp.

Vveh, I guess ineverfigured

you were all in bed
together like that.

How am I supposed
to pay the bills

if my autopay stopped working?

Okay, somebody's at the door.

Guess I got to call you back.

Uh-huh, like you give a shit.

Door's open. Come on in.

Hi, Mrs. Romero. Oh.

I don't know where he at.
Ain't seen him for a bit.

Probably downstairs.

You know how he is.

Just comes and goes,
goes and comes.

Mobley: Rome!

Yo, Rome! Where you at, man?

Rome.

Whoa. What the fuck
is that smell, man?

Rome?

Rome?

Shit.

Newsreader: But has become a
citywide epidemic for families as well.

Now let's check in with Jessie
for our five-borough weather report.

Woman: Thank you, Chris.
I wish I could tell you...

Ray: Got those at Mel's.

Beautiful, huh? Sad to see
his shop shut down.

Was gonna leave it
to his nephew, too.

Kid with the burnt face.

You know what I'm talking about?

What's his name?

Can't think of it.

Anyway, with everything
going on with the trucking,

Mel says fresh deliveries
just aren't coming through.

Besides, now that the allowance
is down to just $50 a day,

no one's spending it on flowers.

I swear, the only way I'm getting
through this is having breakfast with you.

Mets won again.
It's gonna be their year.

Yeah, I know. I know,
I know, I know, I know.

Take it easy with
that dosage, cuz.

I ain't your keeper,
and I damn straight

ain't gonna be your
reaper, neither, you dig?

Let's go!

What problem you trying
to solve anyway, man?

Elliot: How do I tell him that
someone I cared about died?

I'm fine.

You know, that's what
you always saying, man.

So we're back to the morphine?

Elliot: Don't listen to him.

What do you think that's
going to accomplish, exacfly?

It's not morphine.
It's Adderall.

This is your fault.

All of it.

Now it's time to get rid of you.

Elliot: When a computer
gets hit with a kernel panic,

there's only so much you can do.

An internal fatal error
is hard to recover from.

I mean, listen to that.
Internal fatal error.

Sounds pretty
fucking bad, you ask me.

But od'ing on Adderall was
finally my way of controlling him.

Do you have a moment,
Mr. Alderson?

Elliot: Is this the FBI?
Did Gideon rat me out?

Woman: This is a
new lots Avenue-bound 4 train.

Woman: This is a
Brooklyn-bound 2 express train.

Next stop is dekalb Avenue.

Male voice: Stand clear of
the closing doors, please.

Elliot and I both warned you
it was a liability he sold drugs.

God damn it.

Why are you being
such an asshole?

He's dead.

Did anyone see you?

Just his mom.

What did you want me to do?
She was upstairs.

Fuck, dahene.

What did we do?

Where am I?

Where am I?

What are you doing?

What's that for?

What's that for?

No, no, wait.

No. No!

Mr. Robot: That's it. Get
that Adderall out of your system.

Good boy.

That's it, get those shitty
pills out of your system.

I have burrowed
underneath your brain.

I am nested there.
I am the scream in your mind.

You will cooperate, my son.

I will make you,
because I own you!

I will not be owned.

First, I want to
offer my condolences.

Terrible news
about your old boss.

I hear he was a good man.

Very unfortunate when bad
things happen to good people.

Thank you, sir.

I've been pretty
broken up about it.

Second, this interview that
you've set up, it's all wrong.

I want to do fox
instead of bloomberg.

No pre-interview, and I want final
approval of all questions beforehand.

I'm on it.

Mr. Price?

I think this is a mistake.

Frankly, fox isn't where
we should be right now.

Bloomberg is where investors
get their business news,

andifourgoals
toreassurethen1_ shdown.

Have you ever had
dinner at fidelio's?

I haven't.

Used to be a dive bar years ago.

It's since turned into one of
the nicest restaurants in the city.

I know the chef.

He's very good.

I'll have Marcel
make a reservation.

You've never had semifreddo
until you've had it there.

Okay.

I'll arrange
a car to pick you up.

Saturday, 8:00.

And, yes, you're right.

Bloomberg.
It's more appropriate.

We'll stick with that.

Thank you, sir.

I've noticed you
always look at that

before you leave my office.

Perhaps you find it as
fascinating as I do...

How a man can change
the whole world

with a bullet in
the right place.

Oh, no, what does that say?

Don't fall over.

You okay? You okay?

I don't want to go
to sleep another night

not knowing you're
not gonna be my wife.

Oh, my god.

Man: Emilia, will you marry me?

Man 2: Next on million
dollar listing New York...

Alexa, what time is it?

Alexa: It is 4:03 am.

Woman:
That's it, not a penny more.

Man: Whatever she says goes...

Alexa, stop.

Ooh. Sorry.
Something's going around.

Victim's mother's
back at the station.

Didn't get much from her.

Down here.

All we got on
the victim so far is,

he's a known
hacker with a record.

Got busted in '08.
Served six years for some

small-time computer fraud stuff.

It's okay. I got
gloves on. Um...

Well, it doesn't matter much
if you sneeze

On them. Okay.

Tell you what, why
don't you hold this still?

We're still looking,

but it looks like
he only printed out

these three sheets
from the full FBI roster.

We contacted everyone here

at the New York office.

You're the first to respond.

It doesn't mean much. Thousands
of FBI names and contact details

were leaked a few months back.
Every hacker has this.

What are they doing?

It's forensics. We found
his desktop unlocked.

Uh, once we're
done analyzing it,

we'll send over a full report.

Did you have them
check if the ports

were modified
at all before using them?

Man 1: Shit.
Man 2: Fire extinguisher.

Well...

Here's my card in case
you find anything else.

Thanks again for calling me.

I'd really talk to your
doctor about getting a z-pak.

You really shouldn't be out
here infecting your whole unit.

It's very irresponsible of you.

Trenton: According to
the police report,

there was no sign of a robbery.

Someone was there with
the sole purpose of offing him.

You'rejumping to conclusions.

What about that allsafe guy?

That's two murders in a row
associated with this hack.

They caught the guy.
It was just some wack-job.

Besides, I don't really care
discussing this with you,

given how easily you forgot
about what we started.

What, because I don't care
for stupid high jinks

like burning money in
the middle of a park?

That stupid high
jinks is killing

public confidence in e corp,

which is exactly what we
need to be doing right now.

We might be getting
executed by the dark army,

and this is what you'd
rather be discussing?

It's not the dark army.

They don't know
romero or the two of you.

They only
communicate through me,

and I sure as shit
didn't tell them anything.

You're not the only
person they've talked to.

He wouldn't do that.

The state Elliot's in,
we don't know...

Don't say what you're thinking.

You don't want to listen
to reason, that's on you.

But I'm taking off. I'm not
sticking around to be next.

I'm gonna stay with
my buddy in Arizona.

If they wanted us dead,
we'd be dead already.

Besides, ifyou'rejust
gonna end up in Arizona,

then being dead isn't
that much of a downgrade.

Uh-huh?

Then what do you
suggest we do, then?

I'll talk to Elliot.

I'll hit you both when I
get more info. Until then,

stop spazzing.

And be cool.

I don't trust her or
her crazy-ass brother.

You know he tried to
pull a gun on romero?

Think about it, Trenton.
They're the only two

that talked to the dark army.

Now they're trying to tell us
the dark army isn't involved.

What are you saying?

I'm saying we just committed
the crime of the century,

and they're trying
to cover their tracks.

And right now, we're the tracks.

Ray: A lot of life is
a balancing act.

We're all just doing our best,

tightrope walking above
that pit of ungodly pain

that's daring us to trip up.

Take money and health.

One isn't very useful
without the other, you know?

Case in point,

even though you've
been paid handsomely,

the physical condition
you're in right now

kind of cancels that out.

And I'd like to say upfront...

I'm very sorry
this happened to you.

The guys I deal with,
they can be ruthless.

Me, I'm more of a positive
reinforcement kind of guy.

You know, I just happen
to think it's more productive.

Nevertheless, that don't
change what's been done to you.

The person who did this will
get proportionate retribution.

On that tip, I still need
you to fix this thing for me.

Our site's been
down way too long.

Good news is,
once you bring it back up,

you will get your money,
and, in time,

god willing, your health.

That's all I want to do here.

Help put your life
back in balance.

They keep emptying
the bitcoin wallets,

and the server keeps crashing.

I don't know how to stop it.

I only know basic
network security measures.

You have to find someone who...

Who can migrate the site to
another more secure location,

and set up a system of
hot and cold wallets.

Please.

Please.

I can't...
I can't figure it out.

I could try to
convince him again.

Just because you beat
a man's face to a pulp

don't mean he gonna
know what he don't.

We're not animals.

We need to find
someone who can do

that migration thing
he keep talking about.

This heat wave
is a motherfucker.

What's the high
supposed to be today?

What you looking at me for?

Turn on the goddamn
weather station, let's go.

Elliot: Can I tell you a secret?

It's been three
days since I slept.

I'm up to about
200 milligrams now.

But that's not the secret.

He's gone.

You heard me.

He's gone.

It was so simple.

I'm way more aware now.

I'm way more focused.

And I'm feeling 100%.

He's gone. He's gone. He's gone.

The Adderall is working,

and fuck if this drug
doesn't feel good.

I can even handle
talking with people.

Yo, bro, he's like...

Even Leon's stupid
Seinfeld philosophy

is starting to
sound fascinating.

So... so, hejust... he just...

He just ran out of the party,
pushing old people aside?

That's so funny.
Was there even a fire?

I mean, that's
classic George, am I right?

I don't like this, bro.

Elliot: Why haven't!
Done this before?

Damn, these dishes
look immaculate.

I'm pretty sure
I even found god.

All: Amen. Amen.

Amen. Amen.

Amen amen

amen. Amen!

Amen, amen, amen, amen!
Amen! Amen!

Even the dumb basketball
game is enthralling.

The ball goes into a hoop.
Of course.

Slam dunk!

Elliot: We can finally
be back to normal.

It'll just be me
and you, my friend.

We'll dine together.

Maybe I'll read to you.
Or we'll just talk.

But the point is, he's gone,

and now it's just us.

You're not buying
any of this, either.

Are you?

It was feeling
good for a few days.

It really was, wasn't it?

But this is the fifth
day of not sleeping,

I think.

Fifth.

Isn't that a funny word?

Shit.

There it is again.

The overwhelming fear building,

the burrowing, the nesting,

the scream.

I know, I know,
Leon's talking backwards.

This isn't good.

Yeah, lknow.
That's very weird, too.

Elliot: My internal
fatal error...

From which my system
cannot safely recover.

Elliot: Kernel panic.

Day number six without sleep.

I'm crashing.

Next, my consciousness will go.

The panic isn't
settling in anymore.

It's just there.

The scream in my
mind is coming back.

You are likable.

You are attractive.

You are beautiful.

All: Revolution! Revolution!

Revolution! Revolution!

Man 1: What is that
solution? Man 2: Revolution!

Phillip price, please.

Your party's here.
Do you want me

to show you to the table?

Angela.

Yes, come. Please, please.

I'd like you to meet
two of your colleagues.

Gentlemen, introduce yourselves.

Saul weinberg, managing
director of operations.

Hi. Angela.
It's nice to meet you.

Jim chutney, svp of ba.

Angela.

Phillip price,
master of the universe.

All right.

Mmm-hmm.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Because of the situation,
you have to pay upfront now.

Well, a toast.

May new relationships
lead to new opportunities.

Alexa, when is the
end of the world?

Alexa: Unless it collides
with a very large rock

or a future technology
goes very wrong indeed,

earth is most likely to be
destroyed when the sun swells

into a red giant in
several billion years' time.

Right.

Man: I know you want me to
talk about myself, but I don't...

Elliot: The Adderall's
almost out of my system.

With that, sleep will return.

Any second now,
he's gonna come back,

and my mind will be
under siege again.

This isn't something, like, I...

Mr. Robot has become my god,

and like all gods, their
madness takes you prisoner.

There was this...

I guess I couldn't avoid
Gideon's death after all.

My dam of guilt is
finally cracking.

I want to cry, but I'm
so high that I can't.

Man: There was an Indian man
working behind the counter,

and I made fun of his accent.

And talk like this.

"Hello, how are you doing?"

And one day,
he stood up for himself.

"Sir, I must ask you to leave."

And something snapped in me,

and I just popped
him in the face.

I saw red, man. I just...

I just kept punching
him and punching him.

And I hated him so much.

He was Indian.

But it was raining.

There was a thunderstorm,
and I remember stepping outside.

And the clouds parted,
and the sun came out.

And I knew that that was god

showing up for me
in that moment.

He forgave me.

Jesus loves you.

And this was
clearly just a test.

All: Amen. Amen.

Elliot, would you like to share?

Elliot: No, man.
My system's hung.

God can help you.

Is that what god does?

He helps?

Tell me,

why didn't god help my innocent
friend who died for no reason

while the guilty roam free?

Okay, fine.

Forget the one-offs.

How about the countless wars
declared in his name?

Okay, fine.

Let's skip the random,

meaningless murder
for a second, shall we?

How about the racist, sexist,

phobia soup we've all been
drowning in because of him?

And I'm not just
talking about Jesus.

I'm talking about
all organized religion,

exclusive groups
created to manage control,

a dealer getting people
hooked on the drug of hope,

his followers
nothing but addicts

who want their hit of
bullshit to keep their...

Their dopamine of ignorance,

addicts afraid to
believe the truth.

That there is no order,
there's no power,

that all religions are just
metastasizing mind worms

meant to divide us
so it's easier to rule us

by the charlatans
that want to run us.

All we are to them are
paying fanboys of their

poorly written Sci-Fi franchise.

If I don't listen to
my imaginary friend,

why the fuck should
I listen to yours?

People think their worship's
some key to happiness.

That's just how he owns you.

Even I'm not crazy
enough to believe that

distortion of reality.

So fuck god.

He's not a good
enough scapegoat for me.

Elliot: Please tell me I
didn't say all of that out loud.

Shit. I did.

Angela and I are going
to have one more drink.

Oh. Of course. Of course.

Thank you for dinner, Phillip.

Don't get up.

It was good to have met you.

Pleasure meeting you, Angela.

Now remember,
come see us anytime.

We'll have lunch. Oh you.

Did you enjoy the semifreddo?

Was it all I promised?

Yes. Excehenfl

absolutely. It was delicious.

Good.

And good company.

Jim's been with us for 27 years.

He's a Harvard guy,
lives upstate.

Three kids. Two in
college, one in high school.

Company man,
through and through.

He's the reason we do our
toys for tots program.

And Saul is the chair
of our non-profit arm.

Good man as well.

He has grandkids, so he's...

He's a little ahead in
the family department.

And another thing
they have in common.

They were both in
the room with Colby

when they made that grave error

covering up
the leak in your hometown.

Hmm.

Ordinary men,

Capable of extraordinary things.

Our cfo has discovered
that within the last two years,

both Jim and Saul have
been engaged in some nasty

insider trading.

Thick as thieves, these two.

They like to buddy up on
their white-collar crimes.

A regular rosencrantz and
guildenstern.

There's enough evidence in there

to put them away for years.

I should get home.
Your car will be out front.

Whatever you're doing,
I don't trust it.

You're panicking right now.

I understand.

It's a big decision you're
making, because these men,

their lives will be destroyed.

But the minute you remove
emotion from this,

you'll do just fine.

Heard you had
an interesting night.

Chaplain's an old friend.

I threw it out for a reason.

I figured you mightwant
it for down the road.

Trust me, I've been there.

Five years, seven months,

three weeks, and two days ago,

my wife passed away.

A few weeks of being
frozen in my own grief,

I woke up one morning, fixed
myself breakfast like I normally do,

plugged myself into my dialysis
machine like I normally do,

and started talking, out loud.

For a second, I thought I was
crazy. Moved on with the day.

Then the next day,
I did it again.

Talked out loud. And the next.

And then I realized
who I was talking to.

Why are you telling me
all of this?

'Cause

you and me are a lot more
alike than you think, Elliot.

Are you crazy?

How the hell you knocking
on my door this early?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Romero.

I'm Dominique dipierro
with the FBI.

I'm assisting homicide
on your son's case.

I know it's early, but I just
had a few more questions

about your son's murder.

I already talked to the police!

I know the cops
took all yourjoints.

I looked through your files.

I also know you have arthritis

and probably can't
roll them yourself,

so I'm guessing your son did.

I can help roll them
for you if you'd like.

Used to do it all the time for my
kid brother back in high school.

He always told me I was
pretty bomb at it.

All right! You can come on in.

Hmm.

Yeah, it's tight.

Not perfect,

but definitely doable.

Yeah, it's not as fat
as my dear Leslie's.

That boy wasn't around much,

but he was always doing for me.

Always. God bless him.

I see you're moving out.

Yeah. I can't stay here no more.

I raised Leslie here.

Huh.

Too many memories here.

Did he go anywhere
or do anything suspicious?

Any small detail could help.

Well, he be fooling around with
those computers. You guys know that.

He always did that
since he was little.

I never understood it.
Gobbledygook, if you ask me.

Did he have any friends? Did
anyone ever come to the house?

Fhends?

Leslie didn't have no friends,

except that chubby boy.

You mind if you get me...
Grab me a glass of water?

Should be some in the boxes.

Oh, yeah, of course.

That's right, you told the
cops someone did come,

but you didn't see him, right?

Nope, not with these cataracts.

I can barely make
you out from my cat.

Where is that thing, anyway?

Probably ran off
like everyone else.

Did he say his name?
Have you seen him before?

Nope.

My mind was dancing
in the clouds.

All I know is, I can't
live here no more.

Now that I don't owe any more on
the place maybe I can just rent it.

Yeah. Man.

Besides, I need the money.

Man: $19 million.

What do I do?

Why did you start writing
thatjournal in the first place?

I thought it was
the right answer.

The right answer to what?

Controlling my life.

My wife,

when she drove her car that day,

she did everything right.

She always wore her seat belt,
hands at 10:00 and 2:00.

She was the most
perfect driver I'd ever met.

Itwas... It was annoying.

She stayed in the lines. Never
went above or below the speed limit.

Stopped at traffic signs.

She followed every rule.

And then one day,
none of that mattered.

Control is about as real

as a one-legged unicorn
taking a leak

at the end of a double rainbow.

Then what do we have?

You know that bullshit
people say about how

when you fall,
you got to get up?

I reject that shit, man.

You know why?

The whole thing is a fall.

It can't help but be.

A perpetual state of
grasping in the dark.

It's not about getting up.
It's about stumbling,

stumbling in
the right direction.

It's the only true way
to move forward.

Whoever it is you wrote about
in yourjournal,

do you still see him?

I can tell the person you're writing
about meant something to you.

Sometimes he takes over?

That's why you don't
remember things?

I shouldn't have come. I
don't want to talk about this.

Yes, you do.

'Cause you're smart enough
to know that

keeping this inside
isn't going to last.

You play chess?

I've been looking for a good
adversary. Want to play?

Elliot: What do you think?

Is ray right?

Maybe it's not about
avoiding the crash.

But it's about setting a break-point
to find the flaw in the code,

fix it, and carry on
until we hit the next flaw.

The quest to keep going,

to always fight for footing.

Maybe we 're all just stumbling
from the right questions

to the wrong answers.

Or from the right answers
to the wrong questions.

It doesn't matter where you go
or where you come from,

as long as you keep stumbling.

Maybe that's all it takes.

Maybe that's as good as it gets.

You got to be
fucking kidding me.