Mr. Robot

You brought me in to manage him, and that's exactly what I've done.

I'm going to get him a job at Evil Corp.

Doesn't hurt to have him on the inside.

I'm sending shipping requests

to the actual facilities, but in the manifest,

I'm making it look like all the paper is still arriving in New York.

How do you bring justice to a conglomerate

as untouchable as Evil Corp?

When I met Whiterose, she opened my eyes,

and I could see how all of the damage

that they've caused could finally be undone.

No!

Don't you see it yet?

We are gods.

What's that for?

In case Elliot comes back.

He sometimes can become a different person.

Answer me!

Stay away from me, you fucking psycho.

I like what you did with the place.

Still like mine better though.

You ever think about not doing this shit anymore?

Can't we just be a normal couple that complains about the water bill,

looks up vacation packages to Budapest?

Hello, E Corp.

Guys back at CART are zeroing in on the guy in the video.

We might have a good lead soon.

Yourjob is to get intel from Elliot on Tyrell Wellick.

That is the only reason you're not in jail right now.

Good job. You get anything from Elliot's computer?

Last night he sent an encrypted e-mail with a link.

DiPlERRO: Is that coming from downstairs?

Is Darlene home?

Hey.

I said "hey."

What's your deal?

Come on, dude, I don't have all day.

What do you want?

Come on, look around you.

The entire train is either asleep or drop-dead exhausted.

Meanwhile, you're over here riverdancing,

trying way too hard to pretend like you're in a hurry

to get somewhere we both know you don't have to be.

Honestly, I don't know what you're saying.

You have my wallet.

You're batshit.

And you're a terrible pickpocket.

Take out my wallet.

Take it out, now.

Open it.

There should be a Polaroid inside. Take it out.

Look, I didn't take anything. Just take it back.

Take out the Polaroid.

Was that so hard?

Thank you.

Wait, what is this? Don't you want your wallet back?

It's yours.

Why?

You stole from me, but I stole from you first.

That old lady knitting,

that frat dude over there, I stole from them too.

Everyone.

This whole economic fuckshow is my fault,

and everything that's happened to you and everybody else

since Five/Nine, that's my bad too.

That's not even the cherry on top.

I killed a woman.

Got her right in the heart with a stun gun.

This is me.

Wait!

Metadata.

The story behind the data.

Getting information is one thing,

but how it was created, where and by whom

can often be illuminating.

Who the fuck is that?

Is Darlene home? No, she's out.

This e-mail wasn't for Tyrell.

It was for us.

Fuck me sideways, how did he know?

He must've phished us when you went to that URL.

Shit, shit, shit.

Should we bring him in? What if Darlene gets back?

Like most pics people post on Instagram or Facebook,

they don't realize theyjust gifted

whatever social media site their camera type,

phone model, name, and location,

all hidden inside the photograph's metadata.

Come on, Darlene, pick up the goddamn phone.

Jesus H. She left her phone downstairs.

How long ago did she leave?

Doesn't matter. She's back.

It's over. Our lead asset is about to get burned.

Let's bring him in. This guy's time is past due anyway.

I never trusted his bug eyes.

If we do that, it'll burn Elliot's bridge to Tyrell.

It's about to be burned anyway.

Where are you going?

Don't look at me. Act normal.

Elliot phished us. He's in your apartment.

Stay cool, don't blow your cover.

You said you were leaving town.

What are you doing here?

Since when do you have an apartment?

How can you afford this place?

None of your fucking business. Leave.

I told you to walk away from this.

And I told you to leave. We clearly have communication issues.

Let's go. You're coming with me.

We have to talk. Not gonna happen.

I am not going anywhere with you.

Last night, I noticed some extra hardware

wired to my monitor's display controller

along with a small cellular modem taking screen shots

every ten seconds and sending them out somewhere,

and now I'm standing here, and I wanna know

why the fuck are you hacking me?

Take another step, and I will fucking scream.

You're not gonna hurt me again.

And if it is him that I'm talking to right now,

then yeah, I hacked you.

I don't trust you, so back the fuck off.

Darlene...

It's me.

Yeah, well, that's a pretty complicated statement

coming from you.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Dom, get back here now.

Audio's useless.

He's using a goddamn voice protector.

You should've listened to me.

He is still here, and you can't keep ignoring it.

Doesn't mean you hack me.

We don't do that to each other.

You wouldn't talk to me. What else was I supposed to do?

He's working with them, isn't he?

I need to show you something.

Mm.

I know, I know, ribs for breakfast,

but I can't pass 'em up when I'm here.

You know, the key is in the moisture.

Here, look. See that pink in there?

Red Wheelbarrow understands.

Mop sauce, that's their secret.

Layman's version, two tablespoons dry rub

to one cup apple cider vinegar,

maybe beer, depends.

Then use a brush to mop the ribs

during the cooking process. Delicious.

You said we needed to talk.

Anyone tail you on the way here?

SDRs are now second nature to me.

Did three cover stops, nothing.

Oh, good.

Well, this is just a little Monday morning

staff meeting update kind of thing.

Today's Friday.

It was a figure of speech.

Point is I received official word.

We go on September 29th, ten days from now.

Now, you know how the boss feels about timetables.

You said you can manage those two knuckleheads,

and she put a lot of faith in you.

I'm assuming you can make this happen.

What about the shipping delays?

Well, good thing we have our guy on the inside, huh?

Help speed things up.

Of course.

We'll make it happen.

Good.

I wanna be sure too.

We've prepared for an emergency evacuation

so no one will be in the building when we go?

I'm asking.

We have.

Keep us on schedule, all will be good.

I have to ask...

did Whiterose ever show you?

Yes.

And you believe in it?

Take a look at technology nowadays.

It's mind-boggling.

Hell, these ribs.

You think it was even possible to cook 'em as deliciously

as this a 100 years ago?

I mean, who knows if this is even real meat?

As tasty as they are, I wouldn't be surprised if they grew 'em in a lab.

I'm not talking about ribs.

My point is, I think anything is possible.

Did he do this, or...

No, it was me.

I had to do a deep search,

make sure no one was listening.

You were right.

Stage 2 was never called off.

Is Tyrell involved?

Has to be.

They're still trying to blow up the recovery building.