Mr. Robot (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 9 - eps3.8_stage3.torrent - full transcript
Elliot trolls a former ally; Mr Robot leaves cryptic text; Tyrell gets new commands.
- 71 buildings owned by E Corp
exploded or caught fire.
- All those people who died,
they think the total
will be over 4,000.
- What are you doing?
- See? They all came back.
I thought I would never win.
Not until I met Whiterose.
- Don't think for a second
that I don't know
that you're keeping
something from me.
- No, no, no. Listen to me.
You have to stop the attack!
- Your wife's dead,
which means that your son
is currently being raised at
Peaceful Acres Foster Care.
If you're thinking about
telling anyone here about me,
you won't live to place a
flower at your wife's grave.
- But we still haven't
discussed the coltan mines.
- The fucking
Congo can wait.
- It's time Phillip Price's
hand got slapped.
- If the UN approves our
annexation of the Congo,
we can finally move
our operation.
- My actions were never
meant to harm E Corp.
Trust me, it will survive.
- But I won't.
- Mr. Alderson can die for us,
just like his father.
- Something ain't right about
this guy. I don't trust him.
- If what I discovered
is real,
do you know
what that means?
We could potentially
undo this whole thing.
If anything does happen to us,
I sent the e-mail
to go out automatically
to someone I trust.
- Maybe there still are things
left for me to do.
- Evil Corp is 80%
of our business.
If we lose them,
it's gonna be it for us.
It's gonna be it for me.
[dramatic music]
Allsafe officially
opened its doors in '04.
We have a relatively
small roster,
but that way our clients
have unprecedented access,
our undivided attention--
- All those are standards
E Corp expects
from any vendor we hire.
- Terry, please.
Let him continue.
- Allsafe has several
other clients
also in the Fortune 100.
And when called upon,
we help them out
in some pretty sticky incident
response scenarios.
We'll be making a bit
of a splash next month
when we release
our 2012 report.
- That's all teddy bears
and hand jobs,
but what are your financials?
We can't wake up one day
and find ourselves tits up,
dicks blowing in the breeze.
- Um, well, yes.
Of course, of course,
Thank you, Angela.
- Hey, hon, you want
to top me off?
And add a pinch of Sweet'N Low,
but not too much.
[ethereal music]
- Angela, my assistant
can handle that. It's okay.
- No, no. It's okay.
- Regarding our financials,
Mr. Colby,
this will correspond
to page eight.
- Well, that was a cute
field trip, Phillip.
Next time I waste an
afternoon, though,
I'd prefer a happy ending.
Now what's the real angle here?
We headed to Legz & Lace
for happy hour?
- We're gonna hire them.
Set the deal in motion
immediately.
- What--I--
I don't understand.
Is there something bigger
behind the scenes here
we should know about, or...
- I want the contract executed
as soon as possible.
[ethereal music]
- Mr. Price, if I may...
I'm hesitant to
depend on Allsafe
as our security
operation center.
I'm confident
I could lead a team
to establish our own
internal SOC.
And with the
appropriate resources--
- I'm sorry, Mister, uh...
- Wellick.
- Wellick! Mr. Wellick!
I'm sorry if I misled you
into thinking that I was
seeking your counsel
or approval,
because I most
certainly am not.
- Understood.
- Good.
- Just hope it doesn't
come back to haunt us.
- This decision has been made.
[car horns honking]
- Remember to alert the Bureau
if you're going to leave
the city, Mr. Wellick.
And no international
travel for now.
[ominous music]
- [sobbing]
[dramatic music]
[drain gurgling]
[harsh electronic noise]
[dog barking]
- Mr. Robot.
He took over again.
"They own the FBI."
What is he trying to say?
Who's they?
[dog barking]
Dark Army. It's gotta be.
[ominous music]
Fuck, I left my machine
unlocked.
Trenton's e-mail.
Did he see this?
If he did, he knows that
Trenton was close
to finding a way
to undo Five/Nine,
and that I'm gonna finish
what she started.
He also looked up info
on Tyrell Wellick's release.
Why?
What exactly did Mr. Robot
do last night?
[siren wailing]
- 71 buildings.
Was it worth it?
- Get the fuck out of my home.
- Gotta say, your revised
plan was batshit insane.
It was supposed to be only one
building, but what you did--
- I did what had to be done.
- You mean what
they told you to do.
What'd they promise
you, huh? Money?
- This isn't about them. This
is about when you fucked me!
I lost everything
because of you.
My son's taken to Denmark,
and my wife's dead!
- Okay.
Okay, I can't say that
it's all been smooth sailing,
but you gotta see
the big picture!
- There is no big picture!
There was a job, and I
fulfilled my duty,
and that's more than
I can say for you.
- Oh, come on. You know
damn well
that's not how the
Dark Army works.
You don't go from most
wanted man on the planet
to hero unless they
have plans for you,
how can you not see that?
- The things I did,
the things I sacrificed,
I earned my freedom.
That's the least
they could give me.
- Horseshit.
You're being added
to a collection of
puppets.
- No puppet, no puppet.
You're the puppet!
- Wake up! You made a deal with
a force that's bigger than you!
When the time comes,
they're gonna ask you to pay
what they feel you owe them!
- This is a childish
conspiracy!
- Childish? Who's the one
who said we were gods, huh?
Time to grow up.
There are no gods.
Our closest deities are
a society of the richest,
most influential
men in existence.
- I'm done with this.
- Men who fuck over
the rest of us for profit,
for fun, and then leave us
in the streets for dead.
Just like your Joanna!
[dramatic music]
- You don't talk
about my wife.
- Wouldn't she want you to
realize the truth and fight?
Or would she want you
to be their little bitch?
[dramatic music]
There you go. Fight!
That's the Tyrell
who's been missing.
Now you want to stop them, too,
before they put you
in that choke collar?
Unless you're into
that sort of thing.
[doorbell rings]
- What?
Oh, hello, sir.
- May I come in?
- Oh, shit.
- Didn't mean to interrupt.
Good evening, Mr. Alderson.
Please join us.
After all, you were
a part of this too.
- It's weird,
being here again.
Like we've come
to that slow glide
at the end of
a roller coaster.
We're coming full circle.
Darlene and Mr. Robot
started this whole thing,
and now she and I
are gonna end it.
Trenton was
investigating Romero
ever since she found out he
was monitoring our machines.
- This is big.
Why'd she send this to you?
- I don't know.
- If Trenton's right, and
encryption keys
were exported the
night of the hack,
then there's a chance we can
recover all of E Corp's data.
- If we can find those keys.
- Why would Romero do this?
There was never supposed
to be a Plan B,
that was the whole point.
This hack was supposed
to be all in.
- He did it for the reason
we need those keys now,
in case our revolution failed.
We need access to his
keylogger files.
The feds confiscated
his drives.
Now all of his data is in the
FBI evidence storage system.
- Sentinel, yeah,
I know it well.
- That's why I'm here.
I need you to give me all the
intel you have about the FBI.
- You do realize this isn't
Angela batting her lashes
at some feds to drop
a femtocell
at their E Corp
office?
Sentinel is the Fort Knox
of closed networks.
And you want us to just
waltz in there and--
- Not us.
Me. I'm gonna do it.
- Did you not hear me?
You will get busted.
I don't care how good
you think you are.
[dramatic music]
The only way we do this
is if I go to them.
I'll hit up my contact--
- We can't trust them.
The Dark Army owns the FBI.
- How do you know that?
- Doesn't matter.
Going to them isn't an option.
- I might have an angle.
- No, I told you--
- I spent the last two months
working with the feds.
I know how the operate.
I'm miles ahead of you on this.
Okay? I can do this.
- What's your angle?
- My angle is you trust me.
- You gotta promise me.
Any sign of trouble, you bail.
- Even if we do this,
do you really think
it'll make a difference?
I mean the whole world
has gone to shit.
- And we did that. All we can
do now is rebuild.
At least that's a start.
- And the Dark Army?
You think they're just gonna be
painting each other's toenails
while we go and undo everything
they've worked for?
- You just worry about
getting into Sentinel.
Let me worry about
the Dark Army.
- Believe me now?
Lovely lady like you
with a Taurus?
I don't think so.
It's not a good fit.
But this baby, huh?
- It's nice.
- Bang a left up here.
I hear you're looking
to barter a TAG Heuer?
- My ex-husband's.
- I'm sure we can
arrange a deal.
And I really want to feel
you pump the gas here.
Let her open up.
[laughing]
Yeah?
Doesn't that feel good?
[alarm dinging]
- Oh.
Is this supposed to--
I think it's dead.
- You know what? Coast her to
the shoulder here on the left.
I'll check things out.
Onboard computer's
so smart,
it probably senses something.
[door opens]
- What are you doing?
- You know what to do.
- Tell you what, why don't you
stroll on back to the lot,
peruse those Sonatas.
I'll meet you there
in a second.
Go ahead.
I'm right behind you.
- I called OnStar and the cops
are on their way,
so we don't have much time.
I need you to set a meet.
- Look kid, I already
told you, we're done--
- Stage Three.
- What the fuck
is Stage Three?
- Just do what you do and set
the meet with Whiterose.
- Since when do I take
orders from you?
- If you don't move on this,
it'll be on you
to tell your employer
why you fucked with
their timeline.
[siren wailing]
["Curry Chicken" by Joey
Bada$$ plays]
- Hey.
- You're late.
- I'm surprised
you agreed to meet.
Thought you weren't
allowed one on ones.
- Technically you're
not a source anymore,
so I'll classify
this as a social meet.
But I suggest you get to the
point of why you called.
- First, how about
a peace offering?
Shots?
- You said you had
something to tell me.
So talk or this is over.
- I've been thinking about
our last conversation.
Especially after...
Everything with Trenton
and Mobley,
and you were right.
There are things
I haven't told you.
- I'm listening.
- Okay, well, how
does this work?
Is this off the record, or
am I fucking my own immunity?
- Depends.
- Everything you said,
you were on point.
Whiterose was
behind everything.
Five/Nine, the Dark Army
were our partners.
They handled the Chinese side,
we took care of it over here.
- And Whiterose, did
you talk to him?
- There was a middle man.
- If the Dark Army
was involved,
then Whiterose had to
greenlight it.
Would you be willing to go on
the record about what you know?
- If I testified...
You know what the
Dark Army's capable of.
- Darlene, you gotta
rethink this.
We can protect you,
we'll make things right.
Tyrell's walking free,
and your friends are dead.
Do it for them!
- Fine. I gotta
use the bathroom.
["Chicken Curry"
by Joey Bada$$ plays]
- Fuck...
- This is a reminder that
today's city-wide curfew
begins at 9:00 p.m.
this evening
through 4:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning.
Stay indoors and off
the streets.
[ethereal music]
- This is proof.
It's finally happening.
[siren wailing]
We're going back to
the way things should be.
- Angela, I want to help you,
but you got to explain to me
what you think is happening.
- I can't tell you that.
Only Whiterose can do that.
- Whiterose manipulated you.
She exploited your feelings
about your mom,
and used them against you.
That's what she does.
- I thought that you wanted
our parents back.
- That's never going to happen.
- That's because
you don't understand.
We can't talk here.
There are people that
are trying to stop this.
Let's go inside.
- I know this may
sound like bullshit,
but I'm sorry I was such
a pain in the ass.
The pressure of trying to find
Tyrell and lying to my brother,
and secluding myself
in that apartment,
just feeling lonely as shit,
I guess it was just too much.
So this is my long-winded
way of saying I don't think
I have it in me to testify.
Maybe I'm not as cool
and collected as I put on.
- I get the front you put up.
It's a trick I use myself.
- You are an FBI agent,
yet somehow I feel like you're
the only one I can trust.
- Maybe that's because you can.
- Yeah. Maybe so.
Okay, well, I hope
the intel helped.
Sorry I couldn't do more.
- You're leaving?
- Thanks for the drink,
and for listening.
- Wait, you want another?
On me?
- So you still single?
- Wow!
Jumping right into
this conversation again.
Haven't you learned
my social game
isn't my strong suit?
- Well, I'm willing to bet
you've got some untapped
talent.
What's your type?
- Where are you
going with this?
- Well, I am one hell of a
wingwoman, okay?
So let's pick you out one
of these lovelies here.
What about that ginger?
What, are you not into
fire crotch? Hypocrite.
- Dye job.
- Fine.
Goth hipster in the corner?
- Identity issues.
- Oh, okay.
Ooh, what about that?
Oh my God. Barkeep!
Another round.
- 'Sup, cuz?
Oh, shit. Sorry, dude.
Don't let me interrupt
your flow or anything,
I mean I didn't you
had a female caller.
- Who's he?
This is why you're asking
about our plan, isn't it?
- Angela.
- You've been trying to listen
to me, haven't you?
Did you hear me?
Did you hear what we
were saying out there?
- I've just been sitting here,
smoking these trees, girl.
I don't know what the fuck
you talking about.
- You're trying to trap me.
Aren't you?
- [whispering] Angela.
You have to leave.
Get out now, trust me.
- You've been trying
to trick me.
That's why you wanted me
to explain everything.
It's you who's trying
to stop our plan.
I thought you were on my side.
- Dude, your girl's trippin'.
Look, I don't know what you
guys got going on,
and I'm sorry, sweetheart,
but we really ain't
got the time right now.
We got business to attend to,
and she--she gotta go, bro.
One way or another.
- Don't worry, I'm leaving.
You're not going to get any
more information out of me.
[dramatic music]
- Slow your roll, cuz.
We gotta get.
We got a tight schedule
to maintain.
- I am here mainly
as a formality, Wellick,
to fake a smile and pretend
to welcome you back.
You have been appointed
CTO at E Corp.
- [scoffs]
I don't know what to say.
Thank you.
You coming here personally--
- Yes, yes. Right, right.
But the direct
purpose of my visit--
I felt it was important to
share with you formally
that the CTO title is
nothing more than that.
You are a mere
figurehead I inherited
from a deal gone wrong.
It happens from time to time.
But I wanted you to understand
the nature of your position
in case you should
have loftier designs.
There'll be none of that.
Obedience will be your
only task at my company.
I worry that could
potentially get awkward
if you thought differently,
so I came here
out of respect.
By your silence, I assume
you accept this position?
- I know what this is.
You're embarrassed
that you fired me.
There's no shame in
admitting the truth.
You're out of moves and
your company needs me.
E Corp needs my image,
the face of a hero.
That's why you're here.
- Oh, Wellick, Wellick.
It's not that I'm out of moves.
It's that you're not worth one.
See you at the office, mm?
- Five/Nine, fsociety.
You knew the entire time,
didn't you?
- Five/Nine, yes.
Well, not all the
minutiae, of course.
But since the cyber bombings,
the breadcrumbs haven't been
that difficult to follow.
World catastrophes like this,
they aren't caused by
lone wolves like you.
They occur because
men like me allow them.
You just happened to
stumble into one of them.
- No, no. I ran the operation.
I pushed the button.
I am the one--
- There you go again.
"I, I, I..."
You're still thinking
like a lone wolf.
- Why don't you tell me
how I should be thinking?
- Like a leader!
- I am a leader!
- Then where are
your followers?
You can't force an
agenda, Mr. Alderson.
You have to inspire one.
- [laughing]
- Nice digs.
- Remember, I only let you in
because you said you're
not into girls.
- No, I said I wasn't
a lesbian, end quote.
I didn't say I wasn't
into girls.
- Very clever.
- How about that nightcap?
- Right, but only one.
I gotta work in the morning,
and you gotta get
home before curfew.
- Screw curfew.
Hey, that rhymes.
An E Kit?
God, I can't believe
you bought into that shit.
- You can never
be too prepared.
- Such a Girl Scout.
- You think that's Girl
Scout-y? Check this out.
Alexa, give me
the daily Five/Nine.
- Hello, and welcome to your
daily Five/Nine report.
Officials advise to stay away
from the Upper East Side,
where armed theft
is at peak levels.
- Impressive.
What else does that thing do?
- Alexa, play John Prine.
- Shuffling songs
by John Prine.
["Angel from Montgomery"
plays]
- That's better.
Why you didn't go after
that blonde is beyond me.
She was mint.
- Wasn't meant to be.
- Whatevs. You didn't even try.
- Jesus H., I think I'm drunk.
But it's...
Probably a good thing,
'cause I have like
legit trouble sleeping.
I take melatonin, but I gotta
down, like, six of them
to even get drowsy, and then--
♪ - Send me an angel
who flies from Montgomery ♪
What was that?
- It's cool.
- No, it's--
No, it's not.
What am I doing?
This isn't professional.
- Dude, you said it yourself.
I'm not a source anymore.
Believe it or not,
I'm actually a real person.
- Darlene, seriously.
- All right.
Fine. I'm sorry, it's just--
I like you.
- You're drunk.
- Come on, at least give
me more credit than that.
♪ - And no matter how I try,
the years just flow by ♪
♪ like a broken down dam ♪
♪ Make me an angel that
flies from Montgomery ♪
- Wait, hold on.
Um, one second.
♪ - Just give me one thing
that I can hold on to ♪
♪ To believe in this living
is just a hard way to go ♪
♪ There's flies
in the kitchen ♪
- You could've kept the gun on.
Don't overthink this.
♪ - How the hell
can a person ♪
♪ go to work in the morning ♪
[suspenseful music]
- We have to get moving.
We're not safe here.
I have to warn her. She has to
know what they heard.
I could just get on the subway,
she'll find us like before.
She'll protect us.
[phone buzzing]
- Since the cyber bombings,
there's been a
wave of backlash
against the FBI from
Americans of all backgrounds
and political views...
The one thing we heard over
and over from those--
was the sentiment that our
law enforcement agencies
can no longer be trusted.
[dramatic music]
- You ready?
- Yo, Dr. Wang. How you doing?
And this is where we part ways.
Peace, brother.
- Your bag.
- Where we going?
- Shut the fuck up.
No questions.
[dramatic music]
- I hear you have some
information on Stage Three.
- I need my laptop.
It has my plans.
- It's fine.
We can pull everything
we need from there.
Why don't you have a seat?
Your password.
The first time you and I met
to discuss the E Corp hack,
you said this was
a two-step plan.
So I'm sure you can imagine my
surprise when out of the blue,
I now hear there is a third.
So, Mr. Alderson, why don't you
tell me what it is you want?
- I asked for a meet
with Whiterose.
- I'll relay any
messages to her.
- I need to speak
with her directly.
- You've had all the time
you'll ever get with Whiterose.
- I thought she wanted
to kill E Corp.
- Yes, I believe
that's what we did.
- No, E Coin didn't exist
when we first
created this plan.
Now it's the only thing
keeping them afloat.
It's becoming the
world standard.
And E Corp's entire
existence relies upon it.
- So what do you propose we do?
- If you truly want
to end them,
eliminating E Coin
is the only way.
- Mr. Alderson,
is this everything
that you came
to discuss with me?
Anything else on your mind?
- Are you in or out?
- Goodbye, Mr. Alderson.
[dramatic music]
- I got CDs, everybody,
come on!
They get your turnt!
Scan me .05 E Coin,
it's yours!
I got CDs! CDs! Yo, this
shit'll get you turnt!
All right, scan me .05 E Coin,
and it's yours!
Hey, these savage tracks'll
give you life, yo.
- No.
I will not take
your CD this time.
- Miss Moss?
Mrs. Moss, I'm gonna need
you to come with us.
- CDs! CDs!
This shit'll get you turnt!
Scan me .05 E Coin,
and it's yours!
- We're ready.
[suspenseful music]
[safe beeping]
[suspenseful music]
- So this is why you came here.
You're not talking
your way out of this.
[suspenseful music]
- Well, you were right.
Everything we did
was what they wanted.
- Exactly.
Whiterose, Price, and who
the fuck knows who else?
- I'm a prisoner
just like before.
Where does that leave me?
What am I supposed to do?
The CTO position is worthless.
You heard him.
- We can use it.
You see how they operate?
In the shadows.
You just settle in, smile, nod.
When the time is right...
We'll expose them.
Do you get it now?
E Corp, they might as well
be a front for them!
Whiterose, Price,
their friends,
they're the ones
we need to take down.
We just need a launching pad.
A place to begin, dig in.
Find that vulnerability.
- The FBI.
The Dark Army has a man
on the inside.
- I don't understand.
- How do you not understand?
You were trying to hack me.
An FBI agent.
- And I already told you why.
- Your bullshit's
not gonna fly!
- Enough!
You gonna fill me in?
- Tell him.
- Get fucked.
Every time you guys get intel,
one of my friends ends up dead.
And Tyrell's bullshit release
was as pathetic
as a dry hand job.
Why should I trust you
or anyone else here?
The FBI is obviously in
bed with the Dark Army.
- Where'd you hear that?
- Chew balls.
[suspenseful music]
- Just tell me.
Why is she here?
- She was in my home,
attempting to steal my badge
to get on Sentinel.
Full disclosure, sir, we had
relations tonight.
I plan on self-reporting
it to the OPR;
I'm not keeping anything
from the Bureau.
- Do you have any
idea how fucking big
the crime you committed is?
You can forget about
immunity this time.
And why the hell
were you trying
to get into Sentinel anyway?
[suspenseful music]
- You're in too deep
this time, Darlene.
You gotta talk.
- There are files in Sentinel
that can help decrypt
all of E Corp's data.
That means bringing
everything back.
The solution to undoing
Five/Nine is in a machine
on the other side
of this floor, okay?
They're in Romero's collection.
Sit with me,
look over my shoulder,
I'll even walk through it with
your engineer, whatever.
You guys can personally take
the keys to E Corp
and be the heroes, okay?
You can fix everything.
Isn't that what you want?
What you've been waiting for?
- She's right! Wasn't this the
point of our entire strategy?
- You need to
understand something--
- This is the opportunity
we've been chasing!
- You're missing the point.
- We have nothing to lose.
If she's lying, we put her in
jail, but if she's not--
- And what if our testimony
gets thrown out
because of your grossly
unprofessional behavior?
Sleeping with a CHS,
for Christ's sake.
- She's not a CHS anymore.
And you know I didn't
break any rules.
So what's really
happening here?
Why not take her
up on her offer?
- Get back to your desk and
write the 302
explaining your actions
minute by minute.
I'm assigning Agent Kaz
to Darlene.
[dramatic music]
- That will continue to be
part of the debate...
What's the plan here? She talks
like she knows everything.
- You sound stressed.
- Of course I'm fucking
stressed. I could be burnt.
Meanwhile, she claims she
can undo the hack.
- And where is she now?
- Locked in a goddamn
interview room.
- Okay.
- Is that all you've got?
"Okay"?
Jesus, will you just tell me
how do you want to proceed?
- Not one box even packed?
I suppose there's some banal
excuse why a month
isn't enough time
for those lazy mules
to get my project
shipped to the Congo?
- Border security.
Border security across
the Eastern seaboard
is restricted to levels
we've never seen before.
- Hence our extensive payroll.
We own mayors, district
attorneys,
governors, fucking presidents!
- The country is operating
under martial law.
Our contacts are afraid.
You've always asked
that I be honest with you.
- Speak.
- This is your fault.
You blindly indulge all
of Elliot Alderson's whims.
And it has landed us here.
If you'd listened to me,
if you believed in my strategy
as much as you did his,
we could have avoided this.
We had the U.N. vote, these
attacks weren't necessary.
[plays musical glasses]
- People like Phillip Price
do not respect mercy.
You only get their attention
with force and a lot of it.
That is the only
currency with these men.
- I will go back
to our partners
with a more
persuasive argument.
- See? That's all
I needed to hear.
- And...
- What now?
[dramatic music]
[dog barking]
[grunting]
- I keep looking at this note,
wondering what Mr. Robot
did last night.
[dog barking]
If the Dark Army
does own the FBI,
how did he find out?
Does it matter?
I don't need him.
Darlene will be checking
in soon about Sentinel,
and I have to enact
Stage Three.
- Mr. Alderson is claiming
there is a third stage.
He wants to target E Corp.
- But I'm sure you knew all
along there is no Stage Three.
- A third stage. Odd.
That wasn't part of our
original plan, was it?
- No.
- So what do you make of that?
- His sister is currently
being held at the FBI.
Claiming she can decrypt
E Corp's data.
I can't help but notice their
actions are incongruous.
He's lying to us.
I don't think their target
is E Corp anymore.
I think it's us.
- When the Dark Army
operatives' malware
copies my file to their
command and control server--
- Get yourself back to work.
- It'll be queued up
for an operator
to review its
contents.
Once opened, my exploit
will give me full access
to their management interface.
- Why the dismay?
We expected something like
this out of him, did we not?
You never understood my
commitment to Mr. Alderson.
You say that I was wrong
to order the attack.
Maybe I'm wrong
about him as well.
So tell me,
what would you do
if you had your way?
- And now I own the Dark Army.
[musical glasses
continue playing]
- Do you remember
when you said Elliot
will one day follow in the
footsteps of his father?
I think it's time
he died for us, too.
[speaking foreign language]
[musical glasses
continue playing]
exploded or caught fire.
- All those people who died,
they think the total
will be over 4,000.
- What are you doing?
- See? They all came back.
I thought I would never win.
Not until I met Whiterose.
- Don't think for a second
that I don't know
that you're keeping
something from me.
- No, no, no. Listen to me.
You have to stop the attack!
- Your wife's dead,
which means that your son
is currently being raised at
Peaceful Acres Foster Care.
If you're thinking about
telling anyone here about me,
you won't live to place a
flower at your wife's grave.
- But we still haven't
discussed the coltan mines.
- The fucking
Congo can wait.
- It's time Phillip Price's
hand got slapped.
- If the UN approves our
annexation of the Congo,
we can finally move
our operation.
- My actions were never
meant to harm E Corp.
Trust me, it will survive.
- But I won't.
- Mr. Alderson can die for us,
just like his father.
- Something ain't right about
this guy. I don't trust him.
- If what I discovered
is real,
do you know
what that means?
We could potentially
undo this whole thing.
If anything does happen to us,
I sent the e-mail
to go out automatically
to someone I trust.
- Maybe there still are things
left for me to do.
- Evil Corp is 80%
of our business.
If we lose them,
it's gonna be it for us.
It's gonna be it for me.
[dramatic music]
Allsafe officially
opened its doors in '04.
We have a relatively
small roster,
but that way our clients
have unprecedented access,
our undivided attention--
- All those are standards
E Corp expects
from any vendor we hire.
- Terry, please.
Let him continue.
- Allsafe has several
other clients
also in the Fortune 100.
And when called upon,
we help them out
in some pretty sticky incident
response scenarios.
We'll be making a bit
of a splash next month
when we release
our 2012 report.
- That's all teddy bears
and hand jobs,
but what are your financials?
We can't wake up one day
and find ourselves tits up,
dicks blowing in the breeze.
- Um, well, yes.
Of course, of course,
Thank you, Angela.
- Hey, hon, you want
to top me off?
And add a pinch of Sweet'N Low,
but not too much.
[ethereal music]
- Angela, my assistant
can handle that. It's okay.
- No, no. It's okay.
- Regarding our financials,
Mr. Colby,
this will correspond
to page eight.
- Well, that was a cute
field trip, Phillip.
Next time I waste an
afternoon, though,
I'd prefer a happy ending.
Now what's the real angle here?
We headed to Legz & Lace
for happy hour?
- We're gonna hire them.
Set the deal in motion
immediately.
- What--I--
I don't understand.
Is there something bigger
behind the scenes here
we should know about, or...
- I want the contract executed
as soon as possible.
[ethereal music]
- Mr. Price, if I may...
I'm hesitant to
depend on Allsafe
as our security
operation center.
I'm confident
I could lead a team
to establish our own
internal SOC.
And with the
appropriate resources--
- I'm sorry, Mister, uh...
- Wellick.
- Wellick! Mr. Wellick!
I'm sorry if I misled you
into thinking that I was
seeking your counsel
or approval,
because I most
certainly am not.
- Understood.
- Good.
- Just hope it doesn't
come back to haunt us.
- This decision has been made.
[car horns honking]
- Remember to alert the Bureau
if you're going to leave
the city, Mr. Wellick.
And no international
travel for now.
[ominous music]
- [sobbing]
[dramatic music]
[drain gurgling]
[harsh electronic noise]
[dog barking]
- Mr. Robot.
He took over again.
"They own the FBI."
What is he trying to say?
Who's they?
[dog barking]
Dark Army. It's gotta be.
[ominous music]
Fuck, I left my machine
unlocked.
Trenton's e-mail.
Did he see this?
If he did, he knows that
Trenton was close
to finding a way
to undo Five/Nine,
and that I'm gonna finish
what she started.
He also looked up info
on Tyrell Wellick's release.
Why?
What exactly did Mr. Robot
do last night?
[siren wailing]
- 71 buildings.
Was it worth it?
- Get the fuck out of my home.
- Gotta say, your revised
plan was batshit insane.
It was supposed to be only one
building, but what you did--
- I did what had to be done.
- You mean what
they told you to do.
What'd they promise
you, huh? Money?
- This isn't about them. This
is about when you fucked me!
I lost everything
because of you.
My son's taken to Denmark,
and my wife's dead!
- Okay.
Okay, I can't say that
it's all been smooth sailing,
but you gotta see
the big picture!
- There is no big picture!
There was a job, and I
fulfilled my duty,
and that's more than
I can say for you.
- Oh, come on. You know
damn well
that's not how the
Dark Army works.
You don't go from most
wanted man on the planet
to hero unless they
have plans for you,
how can you not see that?
- The things I did,
the things I sacrificed,
I earned my freedom.
That's the least
they could give me.
- Horseshit.
You're being added
to a collection of
puppets.
- No puppet, no puppet.
You're the puppet!
- Wake up! You made a deal with
a force that's bigger than you!
When the time comes,
they're gonna ask you to pay
what they feel you owe them!
- This is a childish
conspiracy!
- Childish? Who's the one
who said we were gods, huh?
Time to grow up.
There are no gods.
Our closest deities are
a society of the richest,
most influential
men in existence.
- I'm done with this.
- Men who fuck over
the rest of us for profit,
for fun, and then leave us
in the streets for dead.
Just like your Joanna!
[dramatic music]
- You don't talk
about my wife.
- Wouldn't she want you to
realize the truth and fight?
Or would she want you
to be their little bitch?
[dramatic music]
There you go. Fight!
That's the Tyrell
who's been missing.
Now you want to stop them, too,
before they put you
in that choke collar?
Unless you're into
that sort of thing.
[doorbell rings]
- What?
Oh, hello, sir.
- May I come in?
- Oh, shit.
- Didn't mean to interrupt.
Good evening, Mr. Alderson.
Please join us.
After all, you were
a part of this too.
- It's weird,
being here again.
Like we've come
to that slow glide
at the end of
a roller coaster.
We're coming full circle.
Darlene and Mr. Robot
started this whole thing,
and now she and I
are gonna end it.
Trenton was
investigating Romero
ever since she found out he
was monitoring our machines.
- This is big.
Why'd she send this to you?
- I don't know.
- If Trenton's right, and
encryption keys
were exported the
night of the hack,
then there's a chance we can
recover all of E Corp's data.
- If we can find those keys.
- Why would Romero do this?
There was never supposed
to be a Plan B,
that was the whole point.
This hack was supposed
to be all in.
- He did it for the reason
we need those keys now,
in case our revolution failed.
We need access to his
keylogger files.
The feds confiscated
his drives.
Now all of his data is in the
FBI evidence storage system.
- Sentinel, yeah,
I know it well.
- That's why I'm here.
I need you to give me all the
intel you have about the FBI.
- You do realize this isn't
Angela batting her lashes
at some feds to drop
a femtocell
at their E Corp
office?
Sentinel is the Fort Knox
of closed networks.
And you want us to just
waltz in there and--
- Not us.
Me. I'm gonna do it.
- Did you not hear me?
You will get busted.
I don't care how good
you think you are.
[dramatic music]
The only way we do this
is if I go to them.
I'll hit up my contact--
- We can't trust them.
The Dark Army owns the FBI.
- How do you know that?
- Doesn't matter.
Going to them isn't an option.
- I might have an angle.
- No, I told you--
- I spent the last two months
working with the feds.
I know how the operate.
I'm miles ahead of you on this.
Okay? I can do this.
- What's your angle?
- My angle is you trust me.
- You gotta promise me.
Any sign of trouble, you bail.
- Even if we do this,
do you really think
it'll make a difference?
I mean the whole world
has gone to shit.
- And we did that. All we can
do now is rebuild.
At least that's a start.
- And the Dark Army?
You think they're just gonna be
painting each other's toenails
while we go and undo everything
they've worked for?
- You just worry about
getting into Sentinel.
Let me worry about
the Dark Army.
- Believe me now?
Lovely lady like you
with a Taurus?
I don't think so.
It's not a good fit.
But this baby, huh?
- It's nice.
- Bang a left up here.
I hear you're looking
to barter a TAG Heuer?
- My ex-husband's.
- I'm sure we can
arrange a deal.
And I really want to feel
you pump the gas here.
Let her open up.
[laughing]
Yeah?
Doesn't that feel good?
[alarm dinging]
- Oh.
Is this supposed to--
I think it's dead.
- You know what? Coast her to
the shoulder here on the left.
I'll check things out.
Onboard computer's
so smart,
it probably senses something.
[door opens]
- What are you doing?
- You know what to do.
- Tell you what, why don't you
stroll on back to the lot,
peruse those Sonatas.
I'll meet you there
in a second.
Go ahead.
I'm right behind you.
- I called OnStar and the cops
are on their way,
so we don't have much time.
I need you to set a meet.
- Look kid, I already
told you, we're done--
- Stage Three.
- What the fuck
is Stage Three?
- Just do what you do and set
the meet with Whiterose.
- Since when do I take
orders from you?
- If you don't move on this,
it'll be on you
to tell your employer
why you fucked with
their timeline.
[siren wailing]
["Curry Chicken" by Joey
Bada$$ plays]
- Hey.
- You're late.
- I'm surprised
you agreed to meet.
Thought you weren't
allowed one on ones.
- Technically you're
not a source anymore,
so I'll classify
this as a social meet.
But I suggest you get to the
point of why you called.
- First, how about
a peace offering?
Shots?
- You said you had
something to tell me.
So talk or this is over.
- I've been thinking about
our last conversation.
Especially after...
Everything with Trenton
and Mobley,
and you were right.
There are things
I haven't told you.
- I'm listening.
- Okay, well, how
does this work?
Is this off the record, or
am I fucking my own immunity?
- Depends.
- Everything you said,
you were on point.
Whiterose was
behind everything.
Five/Nine, the Dark Army
were our partners.
They handled the Chinese side,
we took care of it over here.
- And Whiterose, did
you talk to him?
- There was a middle man.
- If the Dark Army
was involved,
then Whiterose had to
greenlight it.
Would you be willing to go on
the record about what you know?
- If I testified...
You know what the
Dark Army's capable of.
- Darlene, you gotta
rethink this.
We can protect you,
we'll make things right.
Tyrell's walking free,
and your friends are dead.
Do it for them!
- Fine. I gotta
use the bathroom.
["Chicken Curry"
by Joey Bada$$ plays]
- Fuck...
- This is a reminder that
today's city-wide curfew
begins at 9:00 p.m.
this evening
through 4:00 a.m.
tomorrow morning.
Stay indoors and off
the streets.
[ethereal music]
- This is proof.
It's finally happening.
[siren wailing]
We're going back to
the way things should be.
- Angela, I want to help you,
but you got to explain to me
what you think is happening.
- I can't tell you that.
Only Whiterose can do that.
- Whiterose manipulated you.
She exploited your feelings
about your mom,
and used them against you.
That's what she does.
- I thought that you wanted
our parents back.
- That's never going to happen.
- That's because
you don't understand.
We can't talk here.
There are people that
are trying to stop this.
Let's go inside.
- I know this may
sound like bullshit,
but I'm sorry I was such
a pain in the ass.
The pressure of trying to find
Tyrell and lying to my brother,
and secluding myself
in that apartment,
just feeling lonely as shit,
I guess it was just too much.
So this is my long-winded
way of saying I don't think
I have it in me to testify.
Maybe I'm not as cool
and collected as I put on.
- I get the front you put up.
It's a trick I use myself.
- You are an FBI agent,
yet somehow I feel like you're
the only one I can trust.
- Maybe that's because you can.
- Yeah. Maybe so.
Okay, well, I hope
the intel helped.
Sorry I couldn't do more.
- You're leaving?
- Thanks for the drink,
and for listening.
- Wait, you want another?
On me?
- So you still single?
- Wow!
Jumping right into
this conversation again.
Haven't you learned
my social game
isn't my strong suit?
- Well, I'm willing to bet
you've got some untapped
talent.
What's your type?
- Where are you
going with this?
- Well, I am one hell of a
wingwoman, okay?
So let's pick you out one
of these lovelies here.
What about that ginger?
What, are you not into
fire crotch? Hypocrite.
- Dye job.
- Fine.
Goth hipster in the corner?
- Identity issues.
- Oh, okay.
Ooh, what about that?
Oh my God. Barkeep!
Another round.
- 'Sup, cuz?
Oh, shit. Sorry, dude.
Don't let me interrupt
your flow or anything,
I mean I didn't you
had a female caller.
- Who's he?
This is why you're asking
about our plan, isn't it?
- Angela.
- You've been trying to listen
to me, haven't you?
Did you hear me?
Did you hear what we
were saying out there?
- I've just been sitting here,
smoking these trees, girl.
I don't know what the fuck
you talking about.
- You're trying to trap me.
Aren't you?
- [whispering] Angela.
You have to leave.
Get out now, trust me.
- You've been trying
to trick me.
That's why you wanted me
to explain everything.
It's you who's trying
to stop our plan.
I thought you were on my side.
- Dude, your girl's trippin'.
Look, I don't know what you
guys got going on,
and I'm sorry, sweetheart,
but we really ain't
got the time right now.
We got business to attend to,
and she--she gotta go, bro.
One way or another.
- Don't worry, I'm leaving.
You're not going to get any
more information out of me.
[dramatic music]
- Slow your roll, cuz.
We gotta get.
We got a tight schedule
to maintain.
- I am here mainly
as a formality, Wellick,
to fake a smile and pretend
to welcome you back.
You have been appointed
CTO at E Corp.
- [scoffs]
I don't know what to say.
Thank you.
You coming here personally--
- Yes, yes. Right, right.
But the direct
purpose of my visit--
I felt it was important to
share with you formally
that the CTO title is
nothing more than that.
You are a mere
figurehead I inherited
from a deal gone wrong.
It happens from time to time.
But I wanted you to understand
the nature of your position
in case you should
have loftier designs.
There'll be none of that.
Obedience will be your
only task at my company.
I worry that could
potentially get awkward
if you thought differently,
so I came here
out of respect.
By your silence, I assume
you accept this position?
- I know what this is.
You're embarrassed
that you fired me.
There's no shame in
admitting the truth.
You're out of moves and
your company needs me.
E Corp needs my image,
the face of a hero.
That's why you're here.
- Oh, Wellick, Wellick.
It's not that I'm out of moves.
It's that you're not worth one.
See you at the office, mm?
- Five/Nine, fsociety.
You knew the entire time,
didn't you?
- Five/Nine, yes.
Well, not all the
minutiae, of course.
But since the cyber bombings,
the breadcrumbs haven't been
that difficult to follow.
World catastrophes like this,
they aren't caused by
lone wolves like you.
They occur because
men like me allow them.
You just happened to
stumble into one of them.
- No, no. I ran the operation.
I pushed the button.
I am the one--
- There you go again.
"I, I, I..."
You're still thinking
like a lone wolf.
- Why don't you tell me
how I should be thinking?
- Like a leader!
- I am a leader!
- Then where are
your followers?
You can't force an
agenda, Mr. Alderson.
You have to inspire one.
- [laughing]
- Nice digs.
- Remember, I only let you in
because you said you're
not into girls.
- No, I said I wasn't
a lesbian, end quote.
I didn't say I wasn't
into girls.
- Very clever.
- How about that nightcap?
- Right, but only one.
I gotta work in the morning,
and you gotta get
home before curfew.
- Screw curfew.
Hey, that rhymes.
An E Kit?
God, I can't believe
you bought into that shit.
- You can never
be too prepared.
- Such a Girl Scout.
- You think that's Girl
Scout-y? Check this out.
Alexa, give me
the daily Five/Nine.
- Hello, and welcome to your
daily Five/Nine report.
Officials advise to stay away
from the Upper East Side,
where armed theft
is at peak levels.
- Impressive.
What else does that thing do?
- Alexa, play John Prine.
- Shuffling songs
by John Prine.
["Angel from Montgomery"
plays]
- That's better.
Why you didn't go after
that blonde is beyond me.
She was mint.
- Wasn't meant to be.
- Whatevs. You didn't even try.
- Jesus H., I think I'm drunk.
But it's...
Probably a good thing,
'cause I have like
legit trouble sleeping.
I take melatonin, but I gotta
down, like, six of them
to even get drowsy, and then--
♪ - Send me an angel
who flies from Montgomery ♪
What was that?
- It's cool.
- No, it's--
No, it's not.
What am I doing?
This isn't professional.
- Dude, you said it yourself.
I'm not a source anymore.
Believe it or not,
I'm actually a real person.
- Darlene, seriously.
- All right.
Fine. I'm sorry, it's just--
I like you.
- You're drunk.
- Come on, at least give
me more credit than that.
♪ - And no matter how I try,
the years just flow by ♪
♪ like a broken down dam ♪
♪ Make me an angel that
flies from Montgomery ♪
- Wait, hold on.
Um, one second.
♪ - Just give me one thing
that I can hold on to ♪
♪ To believe in this living
is just a hard way to go ♪
♪ There's flies
in the kitchen ♪
- You could've kept the gun on.
Don't overthink this.
♪ - How the hell
can a person ♪
♪ go to work in the morning ♪
[suspenseful music]
- We have to get moving.
We're not safe here.
I have to warn her. She has to
know what they heard.
I could just get on the subway,
she'll find us like before.
She'll protect us.
[phone buzzing]
- Since the cyber bombings,
there's been a
wave of backlash
against the FBI from
Americans of all backgrounds
and political views...
The one thing we heard over
and over from those--
was the sentiment that our
law enforcement agencies
can no longer be trusted.
[dramatic music]
- You ready?
- Yo, Dr. Wang. How you doing?
And this is where we part ways.
Peace, brother.
- Your bag.
- Where we going?
- Shut the fuck up.
No questions.
[dramatic music]
- I hear you have some
information on Stage Three.
- I need my laptop.
It has my plans.
- It's fine.
We can pull everything
we need from there.
Why don't you have a seat?
Your password.
The first time you and I met
to discuss the E Corp hack,
you said this was
a two-step plan.
So I'm sure you can imagine my
surprise when out of the blue,
I now hear there is a third.
So, Mr. Alderson, why don't you
tell me what it is you want?
- I asked for a meet
with Whiterose.
- I'll relay any
messages to her.
- I need to speak
with her directly.
- You've had all the time
you'll ever get with Whiterose.
- I thought she wanted
to kill E Corp.
- Yes, I believe
that's what we did.
- No, E Coin didn't exist
when we first
created this plan.
Now it's the only thing
keeping them afloat.
It's becoming the
world standard.
And E Corp's entire
existence relies upon it.
- So what do you propose we do?
- If you truly want
to end them,
eliminating E Coin
is the only way.
- Mr. Alderson,
is this everything
that you came
to discuss with me?
Anything else on your mind?
- Are you in or out?
- Goodbye, Mr. Alderson.
[dramatic music]
- I got CDs, everybody,
come on!
They get your turnt!
Scan me .05 E Coin,
it's yours!
I got CDs! CDs! Yo, this
shit'll get you turnt!
All right, scan me .05 E Coin,
and it's yours!
Hey, these savage tracks'll
give you life, yo.
- No.
I will not take
your CD this time.
- Miss Moss?
Mrs. Moss, I'm gonna need
you to come with us.
- CDs! CDs!
This shit'll get you turnt!
Scan me .05 E Coin,
and it's yours!
- We're ready.
[suspenseful music]
[safe beeping]
[suspenseful music]
- So this is why you came here.
You're not talking
your way out of this.
[suspenseful music]
- Well, you were right.
Everything we did
was what they wanted.
- Exactly.
Whiterose, Price, and who
the fuck knows who else?
- I'm a prisoner
just like before.
Where does that leave me?
What am I supposed to do?
The CTO position is worthless.
You heard him.
- We can use it.
You see how they operate?
In the shadows.
You just settle in, smile, nod.
When the time is right...
We'll expose them.
Do you get it now?
E Corp, they might as well
be a front for them!
Whiterose, Price,
their friends,
they're the ones
we need to take down.
We just need a launching pad.
A place to begin, dig in.
Find that vulnerability.
- The FBI.
The Dark Army has a man
on the inside.
- I don't understand.
- How do you not understand?
You were trying to hack me.
An FBI agent.
- And I already told you why.
- Your bullshit's
not gonna fly!
- Enough!
You gonna fill me in?
- Tell him.
- Get fucked.
Every time you guys get intel,
one of my friends ends up dead.
And Tyrell's bullshit release
was as pathetic
as a dry hand job.
Why should I trust you
or anyone else here?
The FBI is obviously in
bed with the Dark Army.
- Where'd you hear that?
- Chew balls.
[suspenseful music]
- Just tell me.
Why is she here?
- She was in my home,
attempting to steal my badge
to get on Sentinel.
Full disclosure, sir, we had
relations tonight.
I plan on self-reporting
it to the OPR;
I'm not keeping anything
from the Bureau.
- Do you have any
idea how fucking big
the crime you committed is?
You can forget about
immunity this time.
And why the hell
were you trying
to get into Sentinel anyway?
[suspenseful music]
- You're in too deep
this time, Darlene.
You gotta talk.
- There are files in Sentinel
that can help decrypt
all of E Corp's data.
That means bringing
everything back.
The solution to undoing
Five/Nine is in a machine
on the other side
of this floor, okay?
They're in Romero's collection.
Sit with me,
look over my shoulder,
I'll even walk through it with
your engineer, whatever.
You guys can personally take
the keys to E Corp
and be the heroes, okay?
You can fix everything.
Isn't that what you want?
What you've been waiting for?
- She's right! Wasn't this the
point of our entire strategy?
- You need to
understand something--
- This is the opportunity
we've been chasing!
- You're missing the point.
- We have nothing to lose.
If she's lying, we put her in
jail, but if she's not--
- And what if our testimony
gets thrown out
because of your grossly
unprofessional behavior?
Sleeping with a CHS,
for Christ's sake.
- She's not a CHS anymore.
And you know I didn't
break any rules.
So what's really
happening here?
Why not take her
up on her offer?
- Get back to your desk and
write the 302
explaining your actions
minute by minute.
I'm assigning Agent Kaz
to Darlene.
[dramatic music]
- That will continue to be
part of the debate...
What's the plan here? She talks
like she knows everything.
- You sound stressed.
- Of course I'm fucking
stressed. I could be burnt.
Meanwhile, she claims she
can undo the hack.
- And where is she now?
- Locked in a goddamn
interview room.
- Okay.
- Is that all you've got?
"Okay"?
Jesus, will you just tell me
how do you want to proceed?
- Not one box even packed?
I suppose there's some banal
excuse why a month
isn't enough time
for those lazy mules
to get my project
shipped to the Congo?
- Border security.
Border security across
the Eastern seaboard
is restricted to levels
we've never seen before.
- Hence our extensive payroll.
We own mayors, district
attorneys,
governors, fucking presidents!
- The country is operating
under martial law.
Our contacts are afraid.
You've always asked
that I be honest with you.
- Speak.
- This is your fault.
You blindly indulge all
of Elliot Alderson's whims.
And it has landed us here.
If you'd listened to me,
if you believed in my strategy
as much as you did his,
we could have avoided this.
We had the U.N. vote, these
attacks weren't necessary.
[plays musical glasses]
- People like Phillip Price
do not respect mercy.
You only get their attention
with force and a lot of it.
That is the only
currency with these men.
- I will go back
to our partners
with a more
persuasive argument.
- See? That's all
I needed to hear.
- And...
- What now?
[dramatic music]
[dog barking]
[grunting]
- I keep looking at this note,
wondering what Mr. Robot
did last night.
[dog barking]
If the Dark Army
does own the FBI,
how did he find out?
Does it matter?
I don't need him.
Darlene will be checking
in soon about Sentinel,
and I have to enact
Stage Three.
- Mr. Alderson is claiming
there is a third stage.
He wants to target E Corp.
- But I'm sure you knew all
along there is no Stage Three.
- A third stage. Odd.
That wasn't part of our
original plan, was it?
- No.
- So what do you make of that?
- His sister is currently
being held at the FBI.
Claiming she can decrypt
E Corp's data.
I can't help but notice their
actions are incongruous.
He's lying to us.
I don't think their target
is E Corp anymore.
I think it's us.
- When the Dark Army
operatives' malware
copies my file to their
command and control server--
- Get yourself back to work.
- It'll be queued up
for an operator
to review its
contents.
Once opened, my exploit
will give me full access
to their management interface.
- Why the dismay?
We expected something like
this out of him, did we not?
You never understood my
commitment to Mr. Alderson.
You say that I was wrong
to order the attack.
Maybe I'm wrong
about him as well.
So tell me,
what would you do
if you had your way?
- And now I own the Dark Army.
[musical glasses
continue playing]
- Do you remember
when you said Elliot
will one day follow in the
footsteps of his father?
I think it's time
he died for us, too.
[speaking foreign language]
[musical glasses
continue playing]