Mr. Robot

- Unless you go to work tomorrow, I'm gonna be forced

to do something very bad to your mother.

Give me your phone.

I rigged Signal's API

to beam GPS coords so we can share locations.

- My whole life is ruined because of you.

All you deserve is pure and utter agony.

- Olivia was Susan Jacobs' contact.

She's an addict.

If she gets caught using, she loses her kid.

I'm not like most people.

- I'm starting to pick up on that.

My mom got killed. Murdered, actually.

- Olivia's access isn't good enough.

- You know why we came back here, right?

- So you could be king of New York.

- And in order for our kingdom to be built,

I need a brilliant architect.

- I'm trying to help him. - You're trying to destroy me.

I'm done talking to you.

- One of your patients hacked me.

- Krista. - I don't feel safe around you.

- She knows something I gotta know.

It's time we talked.

I'm gonna tell you a story.

A story of a true "Xmas" miracle.

This is the tale of a bully

and a little bitch.

I'm talking about a mean, nasty bully

and a scrawny-ass little bitch.

This bully would pick on the little bitch

every day after school.

If little bitch had cash, little bitch got robbed.

If little bitch bowed up,

little bitch got stomped.

Point I'm trying to make here is,

this bully owned that bitch like a Lincoln Continental,

but something happened to change it all.

On this Xmas of our tale,

little bitch got lucky with the gifts, see?

Something little bitch loved more than anything...

Before family, God, and country was...

baseball.

Loved the shit out of it.

Well,

on this Xmas morning

when he got out of his little bedroom

and looked under his little tree,

guess what he found.

- An Easton Magnum aluminum baseball bat.

Little bitch grabbed that bat

and went right outside to play.

Didn't even take the bow off, he was so excited.

And there he was on the corner ball field,

hitting balls like he was Sammy Sosa

when...

his bully comes up,

eyeing that bat.

And just as the bully made his way up to him,

without any warning...

bam!

Blood.

Fuckin' everywhere.

Blood on the ground,

blood on little bitch,

blood dripping down the bow still wrapped around that bat.

Little bitch knocked every tooth out

of that motherfucker's head.

Cracked his skull open,

popped his eyeball out on home plate.

- All because little bitch saw the truth.

That bat may have been made to play ball,

but that wasn't its purpose.

Nuh-uh.

In that moment in little bitch's hands,

it was there to break this nigga's head open.

See, Ms. Krista,

we all have a purpose in this world,

and it's our lot in life to wait for the cosmos

to reveal what that is.

But you don't have to look no more...

'Cause for you, that day has come.

Want to know why?

I'm gonna break Elliot...

and you gonna bemy aluminum bat.

- I'm, uh... I'm on my way to Olivia's now.

- How are we gonna get to her boss?

We still need his login credentials

to transfer the money.

- Don't worry about it. I have a plan.

Did the proxy hack at Virtual Realty check out?

Yeah, we're good.

I'm seeing all the unencrypted network traffic.

What about the venue for this Deus Group shindig?

Do we know where it's going down?

- Uh, Price sent me the location.

It should be in your inbox.

There's a hotel across the street

that we should work out of.

Are you there?

Darlene?

Yeah.

The other day, when...

I said that I should never have let you back in my life...

I was an asshole.

I'm sorry.

- You still have my Signal mod running on your phone, right?

Yeah, why?

Just be careful, okay?

Keep your phone on you so I can see where you are.

I don't want to lose you again.

Oh, thank you.

I... I got to go.

Elli.

Ah, long time no see, cuz.

Where do I knowthis place from?

Do you have it?

Of course I got it, bro.

Under the table.

Where you going?

I got to go.

Damn, you just gon' leavelike that?

Thought we gonna catch up.

- Sorry, man, I... I got shit to do.

Listen, just so you know, I'm full-time freelance now.

Only loyalty is to the almighty paper.

So hang on to my number.

Should you need anything,

you know I'm your guy.

You be strange, now,

but don't be a stranger, know what I mean?

Peace, Elli.

We don't have to do this.

We can find a way to talk to her.

And if she says no?

Then we reason with her.

And if she still says no?

We don't have timefor taking risks.

This is the only way.

- Hey. What you're about to do is crossing a line.

- Well, it's a little latefor that, don't you think?

He's right.

We used to have a code.

Lines we would not cross, parameters we set.

Those seem to have been seriously modified.

Question is, can we bring those boundaries back?

Or is it like he said, too late?

Two large peppermint mochas.

- What were you doing in Pike's Hollow this morning?

How did you get in here?

Where's your brother?

Did you take him somewhere?

Is he still in the city?

Okay.

Fuck, Darlene, you should have kept driving.

Who are you calling?

You can't call this into the FBI.

If the Dark Army finds outabout that crime scene,

they're gonna send someone...

They already did.

Have a seat.

A guy who continually talks

to an invisible entity that isn't there...

Has arguments with him.

The invisible entity interrupts him sometimes.

Clorox. - Market.

- How may I help you? - I have her.

Oh, well done.

And her brother?

- No, and she's not giving him up.

Uh-huh.

Well, that's not great.

Keep her close. Let me run it up the flagpole.

Call you back in a bit.

Return of a biblical prophet,

Jan Matthys is preaching

death and repentance before the Second Coming,

and those who are not part of the chosen people...

Hello, sweetheart.

- Are going to be horribly killed.

I brought peppermint mochas.

- They said it was Christmas in a cup.

Well, it is indeed Christmas.

Very sweet.

Do you want to come in?

Yeah.

Okay.

- What I'm about to tell you is gonna sound...

A little crazy.

What's up?

It's about your clients.

My clients?

At Cyprus National Bank.

I never told you where I work.

- A bank that primarily does business

with the Deus Group.

Whoa.

What the fuck is this?

They're a criminal enterprise

that uses their power and wealth to run the world