Mr. Robot

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.

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.

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.

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 & Lae 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.

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.

Remember to alert the Bureau

if you're going to leave the city, Mr. Wellick.

And no international travel for now.

Mr. Robot.

He took over again.

"They own the FBI."

What is he trying to say?

Who's they?

Dark Army. It's gotta be.

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?

Seventy-one 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!

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?

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.

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.

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 they operate.