Mr. Robot

Tyrell Wellick.

It's gonna be fun working with you.

I think you're beautiful I want to take you home.

Detectives came by. They want to speak with you.

They found a body on the roof.

And you both did know the deceased, Sharon Knowles.

Our network was compromised yesterday.

That server needs to remain a honeypot.

We have specific orders by Tyrell Wellick to keep the request as is.

There's a reason we met.

There's something between us. I can see it.

You're not seeing what's above you.

Tyrell Wellick's gone.

I wake up in his SUV, and the world's about to fall apart.

We were there to investigate the hack,

and then we were under fire.

What you want, I want it, too.

Someone's trying to make contact with me.

25th & 8th.

Stage 2, the femtocell, the back door--

I want it shut down.

I don't want to shoot you, but I will.

I've always told you we'd end up working together, Elliot.

Remember the night of the hack?

Remember what happened to you?

What is it?

It's happening.

It's almost as if...

something's come alive.

Now wait a minute, Elliot.

Please, we should talk about this.

No!

Did you see what just happened?

Wait, wait, wait!

Do you not understand what just happened?

The only thing that happened is the gun jammed.

It won't happen again. No, no, no! This is proof.

Don't you understand? This is proof.

Proof of what?

Proof of what?

When you told me I couldn't see what was above me,

only in front of me.

What the fuck are you talking about?

We...

are Gods.

You really are a lunatic.

You held that gun point blank at me and fired,

and yet I'm standing right here talking to you.

What are the chances? I don't know.

But shit happens all the time.

This wasn't chance.

This was an act of God.

And we have been invited into His circle

to lead this revolution.

You haven't been invited anywhere.

You forced yourself in.

There's more to your plan than this.

You're smart enough to know that this hack alone

isn't gonna kill Evil Corp.

Once they realize they can't recover the data,

they'll figure out a way to re-create it,

and that's where you'll need me.

Don't you see it yet?

From the first time we met,

I felt something between us.

This is what I felt.

An uncanny connection, a bond.

We are meant to work together.

That's what this has all been about.

Work together? You're a psychopath. How do I even trust you?

Pull the trigger again.

I'll accept whatever fate decides.

Pull it!

Okay, Looney Tunes.

You're right.

There is a second stage to this.

After tonight,

I don't know what kind of support I'll have.

I could use your help.

Thank you, Elliot.

I love--

Some things are better left unsaid.

Subtext, you know?

Sit down.

Take this.

You might just be the perfect kind of crazy

who can protect me...

from me.

(TRAIN HOOTING AND CHUGGING)

This his car? Yes.

What time did they arrive?

Shortly after 9:00 p.m.

This your first time seeing the Swede?

This Tyrell Wellick?

Yes.

What about the rest of their crew?

Nope. No sign of them.

All right, well...

Let's go. You know the drill.

Let me monologue a little first

and hold off on showing the guns,

unless they get heroic.

Come on.

How's that Pontiac treating you?

Can't complain.

Yeah, well, I told you she was reliable.

They'll spend a couple weeks spinning their wheels,

trying to decrypt the data. Once that fails, we'll try and collect

all the paper records from the local town halls

and banks across the country.

Titles, deeds, loan records, bank statements--

that's our target.

I know which teams at E Corp

will be tasked with this and their procedures.

I'm gonna assume by your funny accent that you're Tyrell Wellick

Who the fuck are you?

I wouldn't.

Mr. Wellick, I'm gonna need you to answer some questions.

Did anyone see you come here?

Mr. Wellick?

Does anyone know you're here now?

No.

Is that your SUV out there?

Yeah.

I'm gonna need the keys. What the fuck is this?

I will get to you in a moment.

Come on, Mr. Wellick.

My requests have been pretty simple so far.

Phone, too.

Do you know how to drive?

Yes or no question. Yes.

Good. I'm gonna need you to drive to, uh, 17th and 6th.

Drop his car off at the parking lot there.

Put this on the dash. Go ahead.

And leave. Make sure no one sees you.

And then go home and lie low.

Okay? All right, Mr. Wellick, come on. Let's go.

No one's going anywhere until you tell me what--

If you're seeing me, that means you boys fucked up.

Apparently, your friend, James, E Corp IT, I believe--

After he completed your honeypot request,

he contacted a Gideon Goddard,

who reported the incident to the FBI,

and then, well...

Do I really need to go any further?

From what I understand, tonight got a little sloppy joes,

if I'm being kind, which I am.

And if I say no?

Mr. Wellick,

pretty soon you're gonna be the most wanted man in the world.

There will most likely be a manhunt,

the likes of which we haven't seen since bin Laden,

given what you two did tonight.

Now, I am your only shot at staying out of jail.

But, hey, if you want to try to make a go of it on your own,

well, that's on you.

I'll hightail it out of here

quicker than you can finish a box of Swedish Fish.

You should go.

How long do I have to be here?

Not sure.

If you absolutely need to contact your wife,

we have secure ways of doing it.

Just give me some time to work on it.

No. No contact.

If I'm gonna be here for a while,

the more distance I create, the--the better it is for me

the better it is for her.

That's the only way I'm gonna make it through this.

All right.

Well, I'll check in on you every couple days,

make sure you're okay.

You're leaving? So what-- what about Elliot?

We have work to do.

I'm told that's being worked on.

I'll need my gun back.

If I'm gonna be here alone, I'll need protection.

We own 37 acres of the surrounding property,

all enclosed by ground sensors

and IR motion cameras, wrought-iron gates.

This place is like a chastity belt.

Nothing's gettin' in.

You want to be protected, don't leave the property.

Elliot Alderson. Are you Elliot Alderson?

Mr. Alderson, you're under arrest

for unauthorized use of a computer,

computer trespassing, grand larceny--

(MAN SPEAKING FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

And I would be the greatestjob president,

ever, in my opinion.

So, this is your house.

One of your houses, I assume.

I've never been to this island.

You know, it doesn't even show up on Google Maps.

You're going back to New York in 22 minutes.

Well, Jesus Christ, you could've called me

instead of putting me on a four-hour flight.

I got a bad L4.

I need you to start an image rehabilitation on Tyrell Wellick.

He's an ex-E Corp employee