Dark/Web (2019–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Chapter Six - full transcript
[MUSIC PLAYING]
So I guess I have
writer's block.
That's normal, right?
A couple of months with no
inspiration is no big deal.
Have I reached that
point in my life
where everything is meaningless
and nothing will ever
excite me again?
[BEEPING]
Yep.
Time for work.
[RADIO TALK]
Just a couple of weeks into
the first day of winter,
but it looks like no
one's told Mother Nature.
Meteorologists are
predicting warm weather
will continue for
the rest of the week.
But hey, if you wanted
a white Christmas,
you probably wouldn't have
moved to Dallas, right?
--company's private servers
left personal records
exposed for their wide network.
With as many as 500 million
people's personal information
at risk--
--chained to your PC.
With cloud based storage
solutions powered by Templar,
you can access your data
anywhere at any time.
All with the industry
standard security and--
--and announced he is suspending
his campaign, following
allegations that
members of his staff
illegally accessed the private
donor data of his opponent.
Morning.
Morning, Molly.
Something going on?
Yeah.
We're orange today.
Some assholes on
the internet thought
it'd be funny to threaten
State Department servers.
You're good.
These people need a hobby.
Or an ass-whooping.
Either or.
A former military strategist and
collaborator, Citadel Solutions
has paved the way
for innovations
since the conception
of the worldwide web.
[MESSENGER CHIMES]
[TSKING] I have no idea
what I'm missing here.
I've run it like 100 times.
What is this for exactly?
Well, I'm trying to
build something, OK,
that'll automatically file
the reports into databases
versus us doing it manually.
[CHUCKLES] Isn't that an IT job?
Yeah.
Sure, it is, but
seeing how I have
had a request in for a new
mouse for-- what-- seven months,
yeah, I'm thinking it
will be faster if I do it.
I admire your enthusiasm.
Well, I think it's a
sequencing problem.
OK.
No, no, this line shouldn't
be before this line.
You can't sort A and B,
so you should pick one.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
Boom.
Oh, fucking hell.
I'm an idiot.
This--
Agree.
But you were 99%
of the way there.
Sometimes you just
need fresh eyes.
Buy you lunch?
Yeah.
You will.
And so finally, I
told him, all right,
I've been here four years.
I'm sitting at the same desk.
You've got to put me
on something else, OK?
I came to Citadel to
make a difference.
"To develop cyber solutions
for everyday life."
[SCOFFS] You did not repeat
the slogan back to him.
Fuck yeah, I did.
Did he buy it?
I don't know with this guy.
Who knows with this guy?
You know what, I'm not
bullshitting, Molly, OK?
Not really.
Honestly, I-- I--
I want to create something.
I want to do something.
I-- I can't just fix
other people's mistakes
for the rest of my life.
Amen.
I don't know.
He said project assignments
are up in a couple of weeks.
He'll see what he can do.
Hey, that sounds promising.
Eh.
We'll see.
You should have seen this guy's
face, like my ambition was
some sort of inconvenience.
They don't want thinkers.
They want workers.
Well, fuck that.
What about you?
What about me?
When are you going
to talk to Donovan
about getting on a team?
I don't know.
He probably won't
even listen to me.
I'm still too new.
Don't you puss out on me, Molly.
OK?
We talked about this.
We had a deal.
Plus the guy likes you.
He'd probably put you
anywhere you wanted to go.
I'm not even sure this is
what I want to be doing.
Molly, you're really good at it.
It pays well.
I'm not seeing the problem here.
Not until that book
deal comes along.
It's a three book deal.
Oh yeah.
It's a three book deal.
Mhm.
OK.
Hey, my mistake.
Yeah.
[LAUGHS]
[SIGHS]
Hey, guys.
This one's a bitch.
Until I can shake something
loose from my shitty brain,
I thought I'd share this.
I wrote it a couple years back.
Be gentle?
[SIGHS]
That's so awesome, man.
Congrats.
Thank you.
He told me this morning.
I'm moving to Hall D on Monday.
Any idea what department it is?
Nah.
He said I'd find out then.
Hey, do you think it's MIHR?
Yeah right.
I'm just saying, it could be.
The space station?
M-I-H-R. Not M-I-R.
What's M-I-H-R?
Why don't you tell me?
It's an urban
legend around here.
We have urban legends?
How have you not
heard about this?
I knew I shouldn't have
missed office sewing circle.
It's the most top secret
initiative we have.
Only a handful of people
work on it at any given time.
It's like some
ridiculously advanced shit.
If it's so classified how
come everybody knows about it?
It's like our Area 51.
We all know it's happening, but
we just don't know what it is.
And it's not security related?
Well, look, we do a
lot of R&D here, right?
Not all of it ends
up being for CSEC.
I mean, some of
this could be MIHR--
if it exists.
It exists.
It's been around for years.
It doesn't seem like they have
a practical application for it
yet, but they refuse
to let it die.
Ah.
Anyway, I'm not getting MIHR.
I hope you do, man.
Not me, not me, not me.
Linking to that shit is treason.
I'm not looking to spend the
rest of my life in prison, OK?
And I can't keep secrets.
I don't know.
It sounds exciting.
[CHUCKLES] Of course
she'd think that, huh?
Riots continue in
Paris today, following
outrage over drone
strikes that killed
17 civilians in the
Syrian capital of Damascus
over the weekend.
These latest strikes are
particularly controversial
due to allegations
that terrorist suspects
in the region are using radio
technologies used to misdirect
drones to more populated areas.
Government officials have
so far refused to comment,
citing ongoing security--
Seems like someone's
sleeping on the fucking job.
[TYPING]
We can't talk about project
MIHR without first talking
about Citadel Solutions.
You've probably heard of
the private government
contract, big time security
software developer.
You're familiar
with their software,
but the truth is
it isn't theirs.
Citadel has been cannibalizing
the dark web for years,
stealing codes and ideas,
polishing them up, repurposing
them for consumers.
Making millions off our
backs, our innovations.
But we're the bad guys, right?
40 minutes?
What's on the other--
Some time in the
year 2000, Citadel
acquired an unusual
bit of software
for a social experiment
or a decryption tool.
Apparently, they've developing
this for nearly two decades
with the goal of using it
for targeted cyberattacks
against hostile enemies.
They've done a good job
of keeping this quiet.
They even managed to censor
web search results too.
But they can't censor out you.
One thing I know for
sure, in the weeks
since I began my research
I've had three attempted
infiltrations on my own server.
We need to keep digging.
But if you choose to join
me, you need to be prepared.
They will come for you,
and I don't know what
they'll do when they find you.
[BEEP]
Oh fuck.
[SIGHS]
[ELECTRIC HUM]
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I'm just finishing up.
Man, they're running
you ragged over there.
You have no idea.
It's good though?
It's what you wanted?
It's great, you know.
It's great.
Cool.
I'm glad.
Just I-- I'm sorry.
I--
Yeah.
No problem.
Gotta go.
I'll see you later.
Yeah.
What the hell are you doing?
Will you just hold on a sec?
This is stupid.
It's not stupid.
It's called dramatic tension.
It's called nonsense.
I already know
what you look like.
But you've never seen me in
glorious slow motion video
before.
[SCOFFS] You're so ridiculous.
Deal with it.
OK.
OK.
On the count of three.
1, 2, 3.
Hey.
Hi.
So you still like me?
Until Natalie Portman decides
to return my fan mail, sure.
Dick.
So now what?
Um.
You said you wanted
to bitch about work.
Oh shit.
Yeah.
It's been a weird week.
Uh, that guy Zach I told you
about, he looks like hell,
and he never has
time to talk anymore.
So--
Day jobs eat at your soul.
I told you.
Yeah.
Well, you're doing good
work helping people.
This is going to
sound stupid, but it
feels good to know that
we're making a difference.
God.
You're such a sap.
Shut up.
I don't know.
I guess I'm just
bumming it, I guess.
Zach was like my
best friend there,
and now he's on this new team.
And it's all top secret.
And I--
[CHIMING]
And?
What?
Earth to Molly.
Sorry.
I don't know.
I've just been in my
head a lot lately.
That is so unlike you.
Hey.
Some find it charming.
You know if you ever want
to get out of your head,
you can always talk to me.
I know.
I like the story
you posted earlier.
Thanks.
The response has been meh.
Fuck them.
It's basically the internet's
job to hate things.
Those who can't do troll.
I guess.
Really though.
It's good.
Plus, it takes balls to
put yourself out there
like that, to be honest
and comfortable enough
to share your work.
God.
It's amazing.
Don't let a few assholes
take that away from you.
Thanks.
Although it would be nice to
see those shitheads disappear.
Want me to kill them?
Could you?
Done.
[GIGGLES]
[CELL BUZZING]
Hello?
Molly?
Zach.
Yeah.
Sorry.
Hey, um, listen.
I need your help.
Hey, Molly.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
What are we doing?
Thank you so much, Molly.
You have no fucking idea.
I am totally fucked.
Donovan wants this by
8:00 in the morning.
You owe me so many
lunches for this.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Can I get in deep shit
for going in there?
Not as much as I can for
letting you in here, OK?
Please.
If I would have had
any other option,
I would have called them, Molly.
Come on.
Where the hell are we?
I thought you were
taking me to Hall D.
Molly, please.
OK.
Come on.
Thank you again.
I really appreciate it.
You know, I have
no other option.
OK.
Come on.
Take a look.
Hey, pay attention.
We don't have time.
This-- you wrote this?
No.
I got it like this.
Got it from who?
Upstairs.
I don't even know what
the fuck I'm looking at.
Right.
How the fuck does he
expect me to fix something
that doesn't make any sense?
It's some advanced shit.
What's it supposed to do?
We're a little
past protocol here.
It's a delivery system, OK.
It's supposed to-- it's
some sort of compression.
It's supposed to, like, send
the large data files quickly.
What's it used for?
I don't know, Molly.
Maybe it's for the
antivirus in Hall D.
I have no idea what it is.
I don't know what
they're working on.
They don't tell me anything.
Really?
Yes, really.
They give me this code.
They say fix it, but
something's clearly wrong.
And-- and-- and it keeps
corrupting the files,
and I have no idea why.
I don't know if I can help.
No, no, no, Molly.
Please.
Not quickly anyway.
Molly.
Fresh eyes.
OK.
OK.
OK.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I need some coffee.
You want some?
Yeah, sure.
And I'm trusting
you in here, Molly.
Eyes on that file only, OK?
Don't go digging where
you don't belong.
OK.
I know what you're like.
Hey.
I got it to work
30% of the time.
That should be enough for--
[SNORING]
Go, team.
Hi.
[STATIC CRACKLING, VIOLENT ROAR]
Molly!
No!
What the hell are you doing?
I'm sorry.
I told you not to
touch anything.
I knew that I shouldn't have.
Molly, my god.
How did you run this?
What?
I didn't.
That file.
It was encrypted.
How did you crack it?
It wasn't.
It was just a text document.
Text doesn't do this, Molly.
I swear.
It was just a text.
I didn't think
anything would happen.
My god.
There are no unencrypted
files on this entire fucking
system, Molly.
My god.
I fucked up.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Sorry.
You got to go.
I'm sorry.
You got to go.
You've got to leave, Molly.
What about the algorithm?
I'll do it myself.
I don't know.
I'll do fucking something.
You've got to go, OK?
You have no idea what
you're messing with here.
I promise I won't
touch anything else.
I swear.
I don't--
It's dangerous, Molly.
It is dangerous.
OK?
Do you understand?
How in the hell can
software be dangerous?
My fault. This is on me.
I put you in a shitty position.
I should have known you couldn't
help yourself and that--
right now, you got to go, Molly.
I got to fucking
finish that disk.
I got to put it
back the way it was.
And you-- you got to go.
Before that 9 AM shift, you
got to get out of here, OK?
I'll take it from here.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
I just wanted to help.
I know.
Molly--
I-- OK.
[BANGING]
[ALARM BLARING]
[TRAIN PASSING]
[SHOUTING]
Please!
Please!
No!
No!
No!
Please!
No!
Get him out of here.
No!
No!
At Citadel Solutions
we pride ourselves
on our cutting edge technologies
that keep Americans safe.
[POLICE SIRENS]
[KNOCK]
Come in.
Molly, hi.
I was hoping I could get a word.
So any news on Zachary?
I think he's feeling better.
They still don't have any idea
what caused this incident?
None.
And he doesn't remember much.
Well, he's in good hands
at the hospital, I think.
I think he just needs to focus
on getting better for now.
He told you he resigned?
That's actually why I'm
here, Zach's position.
I'd like to apply for it.
Donovan agreed.
I start Monday.
It'll take me a while
to get his X clearance,
but I'll get there.
I'll figure this out.
In the meantime, I needed
someone else to know all this.
I know it's hard to believe,
especially coming from me.
But I'm not imagining this.
Something's going on in there,
and I need to know what it is.
This is the only way.
If something happens to me,
I have a place I can go.
I made sure you were the only
one that could find this.
You'd be the only person
looking for me anyway.
Keep it safe.
With any luck you'll
never see this,
and everything will be fine.
But if not, I love you, Ames.
That's it.
That's all of them.
I have a place I can go.
Maybe she had to run.
Yeah.
But where?
Would it have killed
her to just say?
She couldn't risk it.
Then why are we here?
Why reach out to us at all
if she wants to stay hidden?
Maybe something changed.
What?
It doesn't matter.
What matters is she
wants us to find her.
She left this for a reason.
We can't help her if
we can't find her.
We should probably just address
the elephant in the room.
What if the Feds came after her?
Or Citadel?
Well, someone
definitely fucking did.
We don't know that.
The stuff that she's
talking about--
Homeland Security.
You don't fuck around
with that stuff.
If she tried to blow the
whistle on the wrong project,
God know--
All the more reason
to keep going.
If she found something
worth killing for--
Stop!
She's not dead.
She wants us to find her.
So let's just fucking find her.
What about her mom?
Dead.
Relatives?
Never mentioned
any other family.
She's left clues for us
every step of the way.
There has to be something
here we're missing.
Hey, look at that.
That's not in any
of the other videos.
I love you, Ames.
So?
What does it say?
Love something?
It's hard to make out.
Love--
Love is in the air.
Ugh, women.
Some of these letters
are numbers though.
Look.
The O is a zero.
See the line through it?
Mhm.
The I is a one.
In the air?
Does Molly have Wi-Fi?
Shit.
Genius.
Not just a hat rack.
What?
There's nothing here.
It may be hidden.
Just hang on a second.
Network name L0V3.
Password 151NTH3@1R.
Here goes.
Yes.
OK.
Now what?
If she wanted us
on this network,
there must be a
server or something.
There's only one file.
Are those?
They're coordinates.
This is where she is.
[GLASS SHATTERING]
Someone's here.
[MUSIC - VARA, "BREAK DOWN THE
WALLS"]
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm doing everything right.
I start up planning a fight.
But what you want, what you
want, what you want from me?
What you want, what you
want, what you want from me?
What you want, what you
want, what you want from me?
Yeah.
To break down the walls.
So I guess I have
writer's block.
That's normal, right?
A couple of months with no
inspiration is no big deal.
Have I reached that
point in my life
where everything is meaningless
and nothing will ever
excite me again?
[BEEPING]
Yep.
Time for work.
[RADIO TALK]
Just a couple of weeks into
the first day of winter,
but it looks like no
one's told Mother Nature.
Meteorologists are
predicting warm weather
will continue for
the rest of the week.
But hey, if you wanted
a white Christmas,
you probably wouldn't have
moved to Dallas, right?
--company's private servers
left personal records
exposed for their wide network.
With as many as 500 million
people's personal information
at risk--
--chained to your PC.
With cloud based storage
solutions powered by Templar,
you can access your data
anywhere at any time.
All with the industry
standard security and--
--and announced he is suspending
his campaign, following
allegations that
members of his staff
illegally accessed the private
donor data of his opponent.
Morning.
Morning, Molly.
Something going on?
Yeah.
We're orange today.
Some assholes on
the internet thought
it'd be funny to threaten
State Department servers.
You're good.
These people need a hobby.
Or an ass-whooping.
Either or.
A former military strategist and
collaborator, Citadel Solutions
has paved the way
for innovations
since the conception
of the worldwide web.
[MESSENGER CHIMES]
[TSKING] I have no idea
what I'm missing here.
I've run it like 100 times.
What is this for exactly?
Well, I'm trying to
build something, OK,
that'll automatically file
the reports into databases
versus us doing it manually.
[CHUCKLES] Isn't that an IT job?
Yeah.
Sure, it is, but
seeing how I have
had a request in for a new
mouse for-- what-- seven months,
yeah, I'm thinking it
will be faster if I do it.
I admire your enthusiasm.
Well, I think it's a
sequencing problem.
OK.
No, no, this line shouldn't
be before this line.
You can't sort A and B,
so you should pick one.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
Boom.
Oh, fucking hell.
I'm an idiot.
This--
Agree.
But you were 99%
of the way there.
Sometimes you just
need fresh eyes.
Buy you lunch?
Yeah.
You will.
And so finally, I
told him, all right,
I've been here four years.
I'm sitting at the same desk.
You've got to put me
on something else, OK?
I came to Citadel to
make a difference.
"To develop cyber solutions
for everyday life."
[SCOFFS] You did not repeat
the slogan back to him.
Fuck yeah, I did.
Did he buy it?
I don't know with this guy.
Who knows with this guy?
You know what, I'm not
bullshitting, Molly, OK?
Not really.
Honestly, I-- I--
I want to create something.
I want to do something.
I-- I can't just fix
other people's mistakes
for the rest of my life.
Amen.
I don't know.
He said project assignments
are up in a couple of weeks.
He'll see what he can do.
Hey, that sounds promising.
Eh.
We'll see.
You should have seen this guy's
face, like my ambition was
some sort of inconvenience.
They don't want thinkers.
They want workers.
Well, fuck that.
What about you?
What about me?
When are you going
to talk to Donovan
about getting on a team?
I don't know.
He probably won't
even listen to me.
I'm still too new.
Don't you puss out on me, Molly.
OK?
We talked about this.
We had a deal.
Plus the guy likes you.
He'd probably put you
anywhere you wanted to go.
I'm not even sure this is
what I want to be doing.
Molly, you're really good at it.
It pays well.
I'm not seeing the problem here.
Not until that book
deal comes along.
It's a three book deal.
Oh yeah.
It's a three book deal.
Mhm.
OK.
Hey, my mistake.
Yeah.
[LAUGHS]
[SIGHS]
Hey, guys.
This one's a bitch.
Until I can shake something
loose from my shitty brain,
I thought I'd share this.
I wrote it a couple years back.
Be gentle?
[SIGHS]
That's so awesome, man.
Congrats.
Thank you.
He told me this morning.
I'm moving to Hall D on Monday.
Any idea what department it is?
Nah.
He said I'd find out then.
Hey, do you think it's MIHR?
Yeah right.
I'm just saying, it could be.
The space station?
M-I-H-R. Not M-I-R.
What's M-I-H-R?
Why don't you tell me?
It's an urban
legend around here.
We have urban legends?
How have you not
heard about this?
I knew I shouldn't have
missed office sewing circle.
It's the most top secret
initiative we have.
Only a handful of people
work on it at any given time.
It's like some
ridiculously advanced shit.
If it's so classified how
come everybody knows about it?
It's like our Area 51.
We all know it's happening, but
we just don't know what it is.
And it's not security related?
Well, look, we do a
lot of R&D here, right?
Not all of it ends
up being for CSEC.
I mean, some of
this could be MIHR--
if it exists.
It exists.
It's been around for years.
It doesn't seem like they have
a practical application for it
yet, but they refuse
to let it die.
Ah.
Anyway, I'm not getting MIHR.
I hope you do, man.
Not me, not me, not me.
Linking to that shit is treason.
I'm not looking to spend the
rest of my life in prison, OK?
And I can't keep secrets.
I don't know.
It sounds exciting.
[CHUCKLES] Of course
she'd think that, huh?
Riots continue in
Paris today, following
outrage over drone
strikes that killed
17 civilians in the
Syrian capital of Damascus
over the weekend.
These latest strikes are
particularly controversial
due to allegations
that terrorist suspects
in the region are using radio
technologies used to misdirect
drones to more populated areas.
Government officials have
so far refused to comment,
citing ongoing security--
Seems like someone's
sleeping on the fucking job.
[TYPING]
We can't talk about project
MIHR without first talking
about Citadel Solutions.
You've probably heard of
the private government
contract, big time security
software developer.
You're familiar
with their software,
but the truth is
it isn't theirs.
Citadel has been cannibalizing
the dark web for years,
stealing codes and ideas,
polishing them up, repurposing
them for consumers.
Making millions off our
backs, our innovations.
But we're the bad guys, right?
40 minutes?
What's on the other--
Some time in the
year 2000, Citadel
acquired an unusual
bit of software
for a social experiment
or a decryption tool.
Apparently, they've developing
this for nearly two decades
with the goal of using it
for targeted cyberattacks
against hostile enemies.
They've done a good job
of keeping this quiet.
They even managed to censor
web search results too.
But they can't censor out you.
One thing I know for
sure, in the weeks
since I began my research
I've had three attempted
infiltrations on my own server.
We need to keep digging.
But if you choose to join
me, you need to be prepared.
They will come for you,
and I don't know what
they'll do when they find you.
[BEEP]
Oh fuck.
[SIGHS]
[ELECTRIC HUM]
Hey.
I'm sorry.
I'm just finishing up.
Man, they're running
you ragged over there.
You have no idea.
It's good though?
It's what you wanted?
It's great, you know.
It's great.
Cool.
I'm glad.
Just I-- I'm sorry.
I--
Yeah.
No problem.
Gotta go.
I'll see you later.
Yeah.
What the hell are you doing?
Will you just hold on a sec?
This is stupid.
It's not stupid.
It's called dramatic tension.
It's called nonsense.
I already know
what you look like.
But you've never seen me in
glorious slow motion video
before.
[SCOFFS] You're so ridiculous.
Deal with it.
OK.
OK.
On the count of three.
1, 2, 3.
Hey.
Hi.
So you still like me?
Until Natalie Portman decides
to return my fan mail, sure.
Dick.
So now what?
Um.
You said you wanted
to bitch about work.
Oh shit.
Yeah.
It's been a weird week.
Uh, that guy Zach I told you
about, he looks like hell,
and he never has
time to talk anymore.
So--
Day jobs eat at your soul.
I told you.
Yeah.
Well, you're doing good
work helping people.
This is going to
sound stupid, but it
feels good to know that
we're making a difference.
God.
You're such a sap.
Shut up.
I don't know.
I guess I'm just
bumming it, I guess.
Zach was like my
best friend there,
and now he's on this new team.
And it's all top secret.
And I--
[CHIMING]
And?
What?
Earth to Molly.
Sorry.
I don't know.
I've just been in my
head a lot lately.
That is so unlike you.
Hey.
Some find it charming.
You know if you ever want
to get out of your head,
you can always talk to me.
I know.
I like the story
you posted earlier.
Thanks.
The response has been meh.
Fuck them.
It's basically the internet's
job to hate things.
Those who can't do troll.
I guess.
Really though.
It's good.
Plus, it takes balls to
put yourself out there
like that, to be honest
and comfortable enough
to share your work.
God.
It's amazing.
Don't let a few assholes
take that away from you.
Thanks.
Although it would be nice to
see those shitheads disappear.
Want me to kill them?
Could you?
Done.
[GIGGLES]
[CELL BUZZING]
Hello?
Molly?
Zach.
Yeah.
Sorry.
Hey, um, listen.
I need your help.
Hey, Molly.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on.
What are we doing?
Thank you so much, Molly.
You have no fucking idea.
I am totally fucked.
Donovan wants this by
8:00 in the morning.
You owe me so many
lunches for this.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Can I get in deep shit
for going in there?
Not as much as I can for
letting you in here, OK?
Please.
If I would have had
any other option,
I would have called them, Molly.
Come on.
Where the hell are we?
I thought you were
taking me to Hall D.
Molly, please.
OK.
Come on.
Thank you again.
I really appreciate it.
You know, I have
no other option.
OK.
Come on.
Take a look.
Hey, pay attention.
We don't have time.
This-- you wrote this?
No.
I got it like this.
Got it from who?
Upstairs.
I don't even know what
the fuck I'm looking at.
Right.
How the fuck does he
expect me to fix something
that doesn't make any sense?
It's some advanced shit.
What's it supposed to do?
We're a little
past protocol here.
It's a delivery system, OK.
It's supposed to-- it's
some sort of compression.
It's supposed to, like, send
the large data files quickly.
What's it used for?
I don't know, Molly.
Maybe it's for the
antivirus in Hall D.
I have no idea what it is.
I don't know what
they're working on.
They don't tell me anything.
Really?
Yes, really.
They give me this code.
They say fix it, but
something's clearly wrong.
And-- and-- and it keeps
corrupting the files,
and I have no idea why.
I don't know if I can help.
No, no, no, Molly.
Please.
Not quickly anyway.
Molly.
Fresh eyes.
OK.
OK.
OK.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I need some coffee.
You want some?
Yeah, sure.
And I'm trusting
you in here, Molly.
Eyes on that file only, OK?
Don't go digging where
you don't belong.
OK.
I know what you're like.
Hey.
I got it to work
30% of the time.
That should be enough for--
[SNORING]
Go, team.
Hi.
[STATIC CRACKLING, VIOLENT ROAR]
Molly!
No!
What the hell are you doing?
I'm sorry.
I told you not to
touch anything.
I knew that I shouldn't have.
Molly, my god.
How did you run this?
What?
I didn't.
That file.
It was encrypted.
How did you crack it?
It wasn't.
It was just a text document.
Text doesn't do this, Molly.
I swear.
It was just a text.
I didn't think
anything would happen.
My god.
There are no unencrypted
files on this entire fucking
system, Molly.
My god.
I fucked up.
Jesus fucking Christ.
Sorry.
You got to go.
I'm sorry.
You got to go.
You've got to leave, Molly.
What about the algorithm?
I'll do it myself.
I don't know.
I'll do fucking something.
You've got to go, OK?
You have no idea what
you're messing with here.
I promise I won't
touch anything else.
I swear.
I don't--
It's dangerous, Molly.
It is dangerous.
OK?
Do you understand?
How in the hell can
software be dangerous?
My fault. This is on me.
I put you in a shitty position.
I should have known you couldn't
help yourself and that--
right now, you got to go, Molly.
I got to fucking
finish that disk.
I got to put it
back the way it was.
And you-- you got to go.
Before that 9 AM shift, you
got to get out of here, OK?
I'll take it from here.
You're right.
I'm sorry.
I just wanted to help.
I know.
Molly--
I-- OK.
[BANGING]
[ALARM BLARING]
[TRAIN PASSING]
[SHOUTING]
Please!
Please!
No!
No!
No!
Please!
No!
Get him out of here.
No!
No!
At Citadel Solutions
we pride ourselves
on our cutting edge technologies
that keep Americans safe.
[POLICE SIRENS]
[KNOCK]
Come in.
Molly, hi.
I was hoping I could get a word.
So any news on Zachary?
I think he's feeling better.
They still don't have any idea
what caused this incident?
None.
And he doesn't remember much.
Well, he's in good hands
at the hospital, I think.
I think he just needs to focus
on getting better for now.
He told you he resigned?
That's actually why I'm
here, Zach's position.
I'd like to apply for it.
Donovan agreed.
I start Monday.
It'll take me a while
to get his X clearance,
but I'll get there.
I'll figure this out.
In the meantime, I needed
someone else to know all this.
I know it's hard to believe,
especially coming from me.
But I'm not imagining this.
Something's going on in there,
and I need to know what it is.
This is the only way.
If something happens to me,
I have a place I can go.
I made sure you were the only
one that could find this.
You'd be the only person
looking for me anyway.
Keep it safe.
With any luck you'll
never see this,
and everything will be fine.
But if not, I love you, Ames.
That's it.
That's all of them.
I have a place I can go.
Maybe she had to run.
Yeah.
But where?
Would it have killed
her to just say?
She couldn't risk it.
Then why are we here?
Why reach out to us at all
if she wants to stay hidden?
Maybe something changed.
What?
It doesn't matter.
What matters is she
wants us to find her.
She left this for a reason.
We can't help her if
we can't find her.
We should probably just address
the elephant in the room.
What if the Feds came after her?
Or Citadel?
Well, someone
definitely fucking did.
We don't know that.
The stuff that she's
talking about--
Homeland Security.
You don't fuck around
with that stuff.
If she tried to blow the
whistle on the wrong project,
God know--
All the more reason
to keep going.
If she found something
worth killing for--
Stop!
She's not dead.
She wants us to find her.
So let's just fucking find her.
What about her mom?
Dead.
Relatives?
Never mentioned
any other family.
She's left clues for us
every step of the way.
There has to be something
here we're missing.
Hey, look at that.
That's not in any
of the other videos.
I love you, Ames.
So?
What does it say?
Love something?
It's hard to make out.
Love--
Love is in the air.
Ugh, women.
Some of these letters
are numbers though.
Look.
The O is a zero.
See the line through it?
Mhm.
The I is a one.
In the air?
Does Molly have Wi-Fi?
Shit.
Genius.
Not just a hat rack.
What?
There's nothing here.
It may be hidden.
Just hang on a second.
Network name L0V3.
Password 151NTH3@1R.
Here goes.
Yes.
OK.
Now what?
If she wanted us
on this network,
there must be a
server or something.
There's only one file.
Are those?
They're coordinates.
This is where she is.
[GLASS SHATTERING]
Someone's here.
[MUSIC - VARA, "BREAK DOWN THE
WALLS"]
Yeah.
Yeah.
I'm doing everything right.
I start up planning a fight.
But what you want, what you
want, what you want from me?
What you want, what you
want, what you want from me?
What you want, what you
want, what you want from me?
Yeah.
To break down the walls.