What is it about society that disappoints you so much?
Sometimes I dream of saving the world.
Saving everyone from the invisible hand.
The one that controls us every day without us knowing it.
What if this all went away?
The city. The money. All of it.
Hey, kiddo.
Exciting time in the world right now.
Exciting time.
Tell me about your father.
He had leukemia. Made me swear to never tell anyone.
Finally, I got so worried, I told my mom.
I tried to hug him, tell him I'm sorry,
shoved me so hard, I fell backwards out the window.
I was eight years old.
If you don't take this deal, you'll become like me.
Losing everyone's respect...
I gave up everything for this case.
I don't want you to.
I'm not working there. They killed my mother.
If you want to change things,
perhaps you should try from within.
That would erase...
All the debt we owe them.
Every record of every credit card, loan, and mortgage would be wiped clean.
What do we all do now?
Guys! This isn't about what we'll do tomorrow.
This is about what we did.
They're free because of us.
Jesus. What did I do?
I told you we shouldn't have done this.
I'm a little concerned for Tyrell.
Because he was acting very strange last I saw him.
I know you're behind it.
Fsociety. The server. Colby. Allsafe.
You're the one constant in a sea of variables.
No matter what anyone tries to do, I will never leave you.
I will always be right here. Do you understand that?
They're gonna try and get rid of me again,
and I need you to not let them.
Listen to me. I will never leave you.
I will never leave you alone again.
I am Mr. Robot.
I've always told you we'd end up working together, Elliot.
But still,
I have to know.
Why did you do it?
I wanted to save the world.
Why this mask?
It's a bit silly, isn't it?
Wellick.
I see.
I understand.
James... Yes.
Yes, I'm aware of Mr. Goddard's request,
but it needs to be removed this moment.
Can you escalate it?
Thank you, James.
It should be ready.
What is it?
It's happening.
It's almost as if...
Something's come alive.
- Oh, my God. - This is your fault!
- It's your fault! - I'm sorry!
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry!
What did you do, you son of a bitch?
- He's bleeding! - It was an accident.
God says there are no accidents!
Son, son, please talk to me.
Talk to me, please. God help us, he's bleeding.
Oh, my God.
Son, son, wake up. Wake up!
God, is he okay? Ask if he's okay!
Can't you see he's not responding, Magda?
- It was your fault. - It was an accident.
God says there are no accidents.
Please call an ambulance!
Call an ambulance!
As you can see by the images,
everything appears to be normal,
which is good news
because there were no lesions from the scan,
no hemorrhaging or bleeding,
mild concussion, a few stitches.
The forearm, however, is broken, so that will require a cast.
And how much will that be?
Excuse me?
How much will the co-pay be?
Well, that's something you need to discuss with the billing department.
- We'll talk about that later... - Shut up.
You've lost your job. We have no money.
How are we supposed to pay for this
on top of all your other bills?
Don't touch me.
I told you, there won't be any bills.
Mr. And Mrs. Alderson, please,
I'm going to have to ask you to step outside for a second.
I'd like to talk to Elliot alone.
Elliot.
Elliot, I want you to know that you are going to be just fine.
Now, that was quite a spill you took today,
but I promise, you have a long and healthy life ahead of you.
Now, Elliot, there are just a few questions that I need to ask you
and anything you tell me will be between us...
Time to get up.
Today started just like yesterday
and the day before that and the day before that
and every day for the last month,
a loop, my perfectly constructed loop.
This is going to be affecting our economy
in ways that are extraordinarily significant.
The FBI announced today, and we can confirm,
that Tyrell Wellick and fsociety engaged in this attack.
They caused a lot of damage, and we will respond.
We will respond proportionally,
and we will respond in a place and time that we choose.
That's not something that I will announce at a press conference.
At 8:00 a.m. my daily program begins
by having breakfast with my friend, Leon.
There's this one episode where they go to this Chinese restaurant,
and they're just waiting for a table the entire time.
Like, they don't even eat at the end, bro.
He just discovered Seinfeld.
Maybe I'm overthinking it, though.
And talks way too much about it.
It's really fucking with him.
It's really fucking with me.
But it's perfect for me.
I don't have to say anything. I can just listen.
God, man, that Kramer dude,
if I knew him in real life, I'd knock his ass out.
At 10:00 a.m. I help out around the house.
More broadly, though, this points to the need
for us to work with the international community
to start setting up some very clear rules of the road.
Right now it's sort of the Wild West.
At 12:00 p.m. I have lunch with Leon.
And then there's this one where
they're stuck in a garage the whole time.
Like, what?
That's not a TV show, bro.
Where's the story?
It just makes no sense.
At 2:00 p.m. we'll check out a basketball game.
Hot Carla, the local pyro, is usually there.
She's become like my personal totem.
- Oh! Oh! - Three points, bitch.
I still don't understand why people like sports.
They get so emotional over the weirdest things.
But I do see the beauty in the rules,
the invisible code of chaos
hiding behind the menacing face of order.
At 4:30 p.m. I clean up around the house again.
There hasn't been anything like this in the past.
That's part of what makes this issue of cybersecurity so urgent.
At 6:00 p.m. I have dinner with Leon.
Though maybe I just need to make peace with it,
you know what I'm saying?
As you can tell, we eat most meals together.
Like, maybe that's the show's point,
that shit is just pointless, you know?
Like, life, love, and the meanings therein.
I'll tell you, the human condition
is a straight-up tragedy, cuz. Word.
Like I said, I never have to talk,
and the repetition is good for me now.
It keeps my regimen intact.
Overwhelm me.
Two days a week I go to a church group.
I don't get the rules here either,
but I need to keep socializing myself.
It's good for me.
Besides, these people seem normal.
Amen. Amen.
Do not get into a pattern
in which you are intimidated
by these kind of criminal attacks.
America knows how to solve problems,
and when we work together, we can't be stopped.
A new future is ready to be written.
I've been keeping a journal.
It's the only way to keep my program running like it's supposed to.
See you in the morning.
And then I go to bed.
My mom has no computer or Internet access to tempt me into the night.
All that's left for me is just ordinary analog sleep
ending the day's loop.
You might not think it's a way to live, but why not?
Repeating the same tasks each day
without ever having to think about them,
isn't that what everybody does?
Keep things on repeat
to go along with their NCISes and Lexapro.
Isn't that where it's comfortable?
In the sameness?
Why your mom?
Why her specifically?
She's the strictest person I know.
But you've attributed a lot of your childhood trauma...
Better the devil you know than the devil you don't, right?
Do you feel alone?
Darlene comes by sometimes.
Is there anything you miss about your old life?
It doesn't matter even if I did.
Why would you say that?
'Cause I can't trust myself back there.
Why do you think you can't trust yourself?
I'd like you to respond to my question, please.
Elliot.
It took a lot for me to talk to you after what you did,
but I agreed with the condition
that you were going to be more open with me.
I was very clear when we discussed...
It's not that I don't trust myself.
I don't trust him.
Hello again.
Yes, I'm talking to you this time.
I'm sure you wanted to hear what I told Krista back there,
but I'm not ready to trust you yet, not after what you did.
You kept things from me, and I don't know
if I can tell you secrets like before.
Friends are supposed to be honest with each other,
and you weren't.
It's gonna take a while to rebuild this relation...
Talking to your friend again?
I thought we were done with all that.
Here.
Check that out.
Lots of nicer friends in there for you.
We can't stay here.
There's more work to be done.
Our revolution needs a leader,
and what are we doing instead?
Journaling.
Che Guevara is throwing up in his grave right now.
You think this is gonna get rid of me?
I am not to be gotten rid of.
This zombie act you're pulling? It don't work on us.
This control you think you have?
It's an illusion.
You want my attention?
Tell me what I want to know.
Tell me where Tyrell is.
I can't do that.
Then go...
Are you done?
What's next on this roller coaster of a regimen, needlepointing?
It is not hyperbole to say we're in a grave financial situation.
All of this cautionary sentiment out there,
it's not just Wall Street hoopla.
The more I talk about it, the more terrified I become.
Fortunately, the original plans put in place were ineffective.
Bitcoin for sale. Buy while it's low.
Most experts agree that this is not just a crisis,
but a very dire one.
Something absolutely needs to be done.
Even though the European Union has been denying that it could affect them,
this week we saw that they were wrong.
The banks cannot lend money that they don't have.
So the economy is at a standstill.
And I'm just the messenger.
I am telling you, folks, this is what they don't want you to hear,
because a union strike on the Comet natural gas plant
will cause an energy shortage
the likes of which has never been seen in the northeast.
Without literal power, we will have no power.
This is part of a strategy to declare economic war on this country,
and they know it, they know exactly what they are doing,
and 2015 will be known as the year
that America, this great nation,
swapped democracy for dictatorship.
On television blabbing on and on and on, telling people...
Lying to them.
Instead, bring on the story...
Somebody who can explain the past
because this "crisis" has happened before.
Hello?
Why don't you tell your viewers about the Weimar Republic?
Because the similarities, the parallels between them are disturbing.
meaning the end of the world as we know it.
Tyranny in the streets.
Hello?
That's right.
Stop!
Well, what am I supposed to do?
I mean, nothing is working.
Unplug what?
Everything is inside the walls.
That's how it was installed when I ordered the smart house package.
Now the alarm is going off, and it's freezing.
It's below 40.
I have a place in Greenwich, but you don't expect me to...
How long is it gonna take before this all gets fixed?
The tracking on her phone is working,
and she's headed north as we speak.
How long you think she's gonna stay away for?
Long enough.
The collective result of these attacks could be a cyber Pearl Harbor,
physical destruction and the loss of life,
and create a new, profound sense of vulnerability.
As director of the CIA and Secretary of Defense...
I hope you don't mind I came.
Something wrong?
It's good to see you, Gideon.
You, too.
I know we didn't leave things on the best of terms.
Is it true? What I heard about Allsafe?
There is no Allsafe.
I've had to furlough everyone.
I'm hoping to get up and running again,
but everyone's telling me it's over.
Gee, I wonder whose fault that is.
Was that you or me?
I'm getting all mixed up, I can't recall.
Let me get to my point.
The FBI believes that I was behind the hack
or complicit in some way.
I've given them all the evidence I can.
I've cooperated with them every step of the way,
but they still keep coming at me.
They don't trust me.
In fact, I think they might be hacking my email. I know someone is.
And now you're wondering
who that someone is, aren't you?
There are logins from times and machines I don't recognize.
Because if it was me, then that means it was you.
How about it, huh?
Could you live with yourself knowing that you framed Gideon?
I keep changing the password, but it still...
Elliot?
What's wrong? Go ahead, tell him.
Tell him that you're slowly descending into madness.
Stop. What? Stop what?
There are only so many times
before my bullets finally penetrate that thick skull of yours,
and as the blood trickles out, so goes any sense of reason.
Round and round we go, you not knowing what you did or didn't do,
our infinite loop of insanity.
If you know anything at all,
or if there's anything you can do to help me...
I need you to.
I can't help you.
Are you really gonna let him take the fall for this?
Look at him, a scared, small animal.
Well, that's... That's unacceptable.
Now he's doing what all small animals do when they're scared,
pretend they're bigger and scarier.
Look, if you're not gonna do anything about this,
I'm afraid you've left me no choice
but to go to them with what I know,
which, given the things I know about the day you left,
it's pretty damning.
Now, I'm asking you one last time
to do the right thing.
He does have a point.
He does know a lot, perhaps too much.
I wonder if I sliced open his neck right now,
would it be me doing it, or would it be you?
No. Yes.
I am going to go to them.
I'm going to tell them everything.
Do you understand, Elliot? Everything.
Truth is, Elliot, it doesn't matter.
You start adding up all the choices you've been making,
they all add up to one thing.
You add up to one thing...
Me.
What's going on over there?
I'm not gonna lie, Gideon got to me,
but now is when I need the regimen the most.
After all, that's the whole reason for the routine,
to stay as sane as possible until he's gone,
and once he's gone,
I can finally be the real me again.
You know, not just that it's pointless,
but maybe it just means nothing, you know?
Like Costanza says, "A cold, random universe."
Bro, what's up with the...
Nothing, man.
Gideon's gonna rat you out.
He probably already has.
Hey, you can't ignore this.
They have eyes on you.
This is how they work you.
I'm not gonna change my mind.
Sticking to my regimen.
Hey, I am not some tumor to be excised, do you understand?
The opposite.
I'm the organ vital to your existence.
Now, if you insist on keeping this up,
I'm gonna go from annoyed to hurt,
and, kiddo, trust me, you do not want to hurt my feelings.
How do I take off a mask when it stops being a mask,
when it's as much a part of me as I am?
We keep fighting.
Like the world we unmasked, we will find our true selves again.
Maybe after wiping away the thick, grimy film
of Facebook friend requests and Vine stars
we can all see the light of day.
I know we haven't talked in a while.
Maybe you only trust me about as much as I trust you right now,
but I'm gonna ask you to have hope for me anyway.
Just, please, have hope.
I'm gonna take a selfie. I'm gonna take a selfie.
You guys ready? Oh, yeah!
We got the balls!
Give me your phone.
Why? I didn't post any...
Give me your phone.
We are in a war, and we are on the losing side of it.
We are on our knees with guns to our heads,
and they are picking us off one by one.
Susan Jacobs, the general counsel at E Corp.
You want to know what her nickname is inside the company?
Madam Executioner,
not just because she could kill
any lawsuit filed against them,
but because those lawsuits usually involved deaths.
These are the cowards we are dealing with.
We have been on our knees for too long,
and it's time to stand up.
Make it a four-hour SDR if necessary.
Take surveillance detection stops.
Go into pharmacies.
Run errands. Disrupt data points.
No one takes the same route back here twice.
I don't want anyone burning this location.
Where is everyone else?
Don't know.
They were always half in.
What you're doing here, Darlene, and what you're saying?
I mean, you sounded like George W. Bush, for crying out loud.
Okay, first of all, that's low.
Secondly, give me some credit.
The speech is bullshit, but it works.
It riles them up.
Yeah, to what end though?
You know, sawing off balls, making protest signs?
We were more than that.
I mean, you know, we accomplished something.
We took them down.
Then why does it feel like they're still winning?
That what we did made it worse, not better?
You know I'm right.
We didn't finish them off.
That's all there is to it.
People everywhere came out to support us, Mobley,
and right now they need to know we haven't given up,
that we meant what we said about changing the world.
Don't be half in like the others.
This thing we started, it deserves more than that.
Have you, uh, seen Elliot?
That's not important.
This is everything right now.
Absolutely unfair, madam, absolutely unfair.
We were done with our payments.
Ma'am, we are doing our best here.
At this moment we cannot verify
that you've paid all your payments.
Absolutely ridiculous. I have.
I have all my bills right here. I was never late on one,
and I also have copies of the checks that I sent...
People have been forging paper records.
We haven't set up a system to verify these sorts of claims.
It took me three weeks to get this appointment, madam.
Now you're telling me you can't help me?
What kind of business is this?
I've been responsible for the last 20 years in paying off my home.
Where's your accountability?
Yet, if the tables were turned,
you would have kicked me out of my own house.
You know what? Cancel my account.
I'm done doing business with you crooks.
You deserve what you're getting.
Ma'am, I can't say for sure we can give you all your money
if you close right now.
Unbelievable.
I know what I have. I just want to cancel.
It's on my computer, too. I have the IT guy helping me right now.
Sorry I'm late. I was coming from my place in Greenwich.
I was on the phone with the FBI all night.
We can't confirm the sender,
but the email we received is authentic,
more than likely the same hackers from the ransomware.
Unbelievable.
What are their demands again?
$5.9 million.
$5.9 million to be delivered to
Battery Park City, 9:00 p.m. Tonight,
no police.
If we want to pay the ransom, the FBI will not sanction it.
We cannot negotiate with these people.
Our techs are looking into it.
We'll find a way to decrypt it and get the system...
How long?
Five days, tops.
Five days for our banking system to be down?
That's a lot of money down the drain.
I don't even want to mention the optics.
We can't afford this hack right now,
and frankly, I think we can find $5.9 million in between our couch cushions.
It's nothing.
My opinion as general counsel is to pay it.
What's this other request they've made?
"You must send one of your chiefs
"and no one else?"
I think they meant one of our chief officers.
This is a joke.
Did they really expect one of us to go out there?
Hmm? What are we talking about here?
These people are terrorists, pure and simple.
Unfortunately, I have to agree with Scott on this.
It's risky.
We have no idea what these guys are capable of.
So you think we should pay the ransom,
but you don't want any of us to do it?
We can get one of our security officers to go undercover.
Yes, and risk all of this blowing up in our faces.
No.
If we're going to even consider doing this,
we shouldn't give them any reason to do more damage.
I'll do it.
I'm Chief Technology Officer.
I qualify.
I'll do it.
If we're gonna pay these bastards,
I want to be the one that faces them.
For more variety from the '80s through today.
Anything?
Nothing yet.
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.
Are you... From E Corp?
Who are you?
Just making a delivery.
Please sign here.
What is this?
Someone grab the biker. Grab the biker.
No, no, no, they haven't picked up the money yet.
Mr. Knowles, we don't recommend that.
We should have our unit search it first.
Sir, are you all right?
Should we come in? Are you all right?
Is that your phone?
You have 10 seconds to do what it says,
or every Bank of E system will be bricked.
Sir, who was the caller?
Mr. Knowles, what are you doing?
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 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 DC
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, 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.
Well?
You moved.
And?
Now I'm gonna punish you.
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?
Our daughter is sick. Oh, that right?
That's too bad.
Now, which one is she again? Sally.
The young one, right?
Yeah.
Such a pretty name.
Now, 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.
Am I right?
Um...
And this?
DiPierro, he's waiting for us.
Yup.
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?
This ball?
Yeah, that ball.
What, you slow or something? What's up?
Nah, I ain't slow, bro.
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.
- You need to have respect, son. - I got it.
Hey, I got it.
It's all good.
We're all just here to have a good time, right?
Yes, sir.
Come here, 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 put Bradstreet in. He's good on the boards.
Come on, boys.
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?
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 absolute 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... reason.
She... 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.
At least I didn'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.
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.
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.
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...
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.
- 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.
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.
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.
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.
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 a million dollars 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."
Are you alone?
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.
My confidence is powerful.
I recognize myself as exceptional.
I will follow my dreams no matter what.
Come on, sit down.
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?
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.
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.
You feeling okay, chief?
That's what the control, the regimen, the journal,
my perfectly constructed loop,
what this whole thing's been about.
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.
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.
Now, this is considered a direct response to E Corp's unpopular program,
which would lower their daily cash
withdrawal allowances for customers to $50.
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.
I'm sorry,
and I'm rambling like a fanatic.
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.
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, honest vibe.
You're the perfect vessel for their lies.
Yeah, well, I don't know what to say to that, but, um...
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.
"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."'
Hello?
Is it really you?
Who is this?
Bonsoir Elliot.