Mr. Robot (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - eps2.0_unm4sk-pt2.tc - full transcript
Five/nine has changed the world; Elliot is in seclusion; Angela finds happiness at Evil Corp.; fsociety delivers a malicious payload.
[pop music playing
in the distance]
¶ ¶
- ¶ 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.
¶ ¶
[indistinct chatter]
¶ ¶
- 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 ¶
¶ ¶
¶ I can't see, but I feel it ¶
¶ And it helps to keep me warm ¶
¶ ¶
¶ So I ¶
¶ I don't mind ¶
¶ ¶
¶ 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.
¶ ¶
- ¶ 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.
¶ ¶
[dramatic music]
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
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- [gasps]
Well?
- You moved.
- And?
¶ ¶
- 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]
¶ ¶
[indistinct chatter]
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
[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]
¶ ¶
- 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.
¶ ¶
Hey, I got it.
¶ ¶
- 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]
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
[rock music playing]
¶ ¶
[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]
¶ ¶
You feeling okay, chief?
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
- That's what the control,
the regimen, the journal,
my perfectly constructed loop,
what this whole thing's
been about.
[suspenseful music]
¶ ¶
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]
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
- [laughing]
¶ ¶
[laughing]
¶ ¶
[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.
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
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]
¶ ¶
- ¶ 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.
in the distance]
¶ ¶
- ¶ 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.
¶ ¶
[indistinct chatter]
¶ ¶
- 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 ¶
¶ ¶
¶ I can't see, but I feel it ¶
¶ And it helps to keep me warm ¶
¶ ¶
¶ So I ¶
¶ I don't mind ¶
¶ ¶
¶ 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.
¶ ¶
- ¶ 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.
¶ ¶
[dramatic music]
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
- [gasps]
Well?
- You moved.
- And?
¶ ¶
- 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]
¶ ¶
[indistinct chatter]
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
[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]
¶ ¶
- 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.
¶ ¶
Hey, I got it.
¶ ¶
- 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]
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
[rock music playing]
¶ ¶
[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]
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
[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]
¶ ¶
You feeling okay, chief?
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
- That's what the control,
the regimen, the journal,
my perfectly constructed loop,
what this whole thing's
been about.
[suspenseful music]
¶ ¶
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]
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
- [laughing]
¶ ¶
[laughing]
¶ ¶
[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.
¶ ¶
¶ ¶
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]
¶ ¶
- ¶ 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.