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you might never really know whats going on inside someones head.
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Everyones the star of their own story, and everyone around them is a bit player.
But not everyone can be a star, and not everyone can be a bit player.
Worse than not knowing what someone else is thinking is perhaps not knowing our own thoughts.
How do we establish truth?
How can we tell whats real and whats not?
That sinking feeling in the pit of our stomach: Is it intuition or paranoia?
Its a fine line, but it makes a huge difference when it comes to the consequences.
Romero seems to know a thing or two about consequences.
A whole miniature city built for these dwarfs.
Of course, Gulliver pissed all over the Lilliputians, but thats beside the point.
After all, Gullivers travels embody the interplay between fiction and reality.
Gulliver may be on an adventure, but the skeptical reader knows not to trust his words.
A little on the nose for Romero, but he admires the clarity.
Claritywouldbe something in the world ofMr.
Violence comes for ol Mrs. Fisher too, unfortunately.
History has a way of being muddled.
Eventually the arcade became the shell our pals Elliot and Wellick know well.
A classic arcade was born.
Harold was rather simpleminded, if Romero is to be believed.
The kickback on the gun sent Harold flying out of a 20-story window to his death.
(Elliot, at least you survived your window fall).Head open and bleeding like a Gallagher watermelon.
(You had a head wound too, didnt you, Elliot?).
Clyde, the twin brother, lived, but the gun registered under his name got him locked up.
Its in the walls, the soil, the cement.
Every patch of land, every landmark, every single strip of highway, is built on violence.
It doesnt just go away.
You cant pave over it.
It lingers, like a dead fathers mirage in a room.
Romero is too broke to be superstitious though.
A shame, because he ends up dead.
Sounds like the violence followed.
Elliot knows a thing or two about that.
Fathers and Wellicks, gone but not forgotten.
But is Wellick gone?
The camera establishes the suburbs, rows of homes made to look like a server farm.
Elliot wants to know where Tyrell is.
Not where Im supposed to be … yet, he says.
Tyrellreallywants to be there though.
Oh I wish, I wish he says, an echo of Henry Burr performing Oh!
How I Wish I Could Sleep Until My Daddy Comes Home.
Just ask Phillip Price.
Robot is hoping to do with Elliot?
Is it what Elliot did with Tyrell?
Its hard to know if Tyrell is dead or not.
Theres that pesky religion popping up again.
Religion tells us somethings in control of us.Seinfeldsuggests otherwise.
Our brains are a mess of muddled existential thoughts and 90s sitcoms plots.
As Elliot points out to Mr.
Robot though, could they really have just talked to the most-wanted man in America over the phone?
That doesnt seem possible.
Whos to say whats possible though?
Hell, George Costanza managed to retrieve a golf ball from a whales blowhole.
Romero doesnt have any existential musings anymore.
Whats real for Ray though?
Some of us arent even sure if Ray himself is real.
Is he just an orderly at an institution where Elliot is housed?
Is he another patient?
Is he menacing, or does he just command respect?
Its a theme withMr.
A machine pumps in the background and yellow fills the frame.
If Rays in an institution too, his accommodations certainly outshine Elliots.
NEXT: Internal Fatal Error
Elliot isnt about to take this whole Wellick business lightly.
The increased presence of Mr.
Robot has him freaking.
The journaling isnt working, and hes clearly blacking out.
So he gets some Adderall from Leon to get to vanquish Mr.
Robot once and for all.
The plan: OD.
Kill the source and the disease, kill the symptoms.
Bye, bye, Mr.
Easier said than done though.
In his attempt to escape the voice in his head he manages to beckon more.
Theres the Heisenberg-looking man who asks him for a moment on the street.
Nothing good ever happens in abandoned buildings.
Stringer Bell can testify.
Sure enough, the warehouse is a bad place with some bad men.
A chair sits alone in a barely-lit, cavernous space.
Is this patient isolation?
Are these men just Elliots mind giving conspiracy-laden identities to hospital workers?
Somethings not right though, because one of the men pulls a red wheel barrow out of the darkness.
Not that Red Wheel Barrow, but you get it.
The man fills it with cement mix and begins stirring.
Cement, bricking, foundation, death.
Are these things Elliots thinking about?
Hes reckoning with his journaling, with his recovery, or lack thereof.
The man shoves a red funnel into his mouth and all the suited suits help pour in the cement.
A snap and were back in Elliots apartment as hes throwing up the pills, Mr.
Robot wants his control back, but Elliot isnt ready to give it up so easily.
He maniacally sifts through his vomit to swallow the pills again.
I will not be owned.
Dont speak too soon, Elliot.
Just look at Prices office.
The satirical map, the newspaper, the distance he keeps between himself and Angela.
They start off with a great divide between them.
But he also knows opportunity when he sees it.
Will she take the bait?
Gavrilo Princip couldnt put the bullet back in the chamber, so she needs to think before she fires.
His body might, but his soul lived on, again and again and again and again.
Theres not a lot of sleeping here in general.
Dominiques name pops up on an FBI roster that was found to be in Romeros possession.
She answers the call and checks out the crime scene.
She knows more than most of the officers there, and they incompetently burn Romeros computer to the ground.
Maybe the bullet in Romeros head is the one to change the world.
Or maybe the one bullet is just a term for a collection of violent acts.
Shayla, Romero, Gideon, Tyrell (?)
are victims of, and in some cases agents of, massive changes in the world.
like dont arrange to have me sent to no asylum
Thats from Asylum off of SupertrampsCrime of the Century.
The fun game turns into a dangerous game real quick though.
Not knowing whats going on in everyones mind is just another form of not being in control.
Whose play is this?
Why am I here?
What happened while I slept?
What does the curtain hide?
If you dont have the answers, off to the asylum you go.
Whats the solution to the paranoia though?
Darlenes answer to Mobley and Trenton: stop spazzing and be cool.
That sounds a lot like complacency though, like giving away your control to someone else.
Isnt that what fsociety is fighting against?
Arent they supposed to be disrupting the chain of control and giving it back to the people?
fsociety is lost; so is everyone.
Still on your side boast the ads.
NEXT: The panic is there
So theres Ray, and theres more to him than it seems.
Hes not just some dude taking in basketball games and enjoying the company of his dog.
Hes got an air about him.
Ray just wants the site back up and running.
No amount of beating is going to change that.
Ray is laid-back about the whole thing the heat has him in a tizzy though but almosttoolaid-back.
Meanwhile, Elliot is feeling freer than ever.
The Adderall has given him a new lease on life.
Or is that my mind slipping too?
Its hard to tell.
You know things for Elliot are bad when Leon is freaked out by his presence.
Away goes the happy-go-lucky nature, and the descent begins.
Elliots voice-over begins to slip.
He becomes hard to understand.
Were supposed to be his friend, but we cant help him.
The panic isnt just setting in anymore, says Elliot.
RIP is written in the code alongside Kernel panic.
Make of that what you will.
Elliot is losing control again, but Angela believes she has it.
Shes meeting Price for dinner assuming shes in line for a promotion or something else generally positive.
Alas, two colleagues are at the dinner as well.
The stink of male privilege and entitlement practically seeps through the screen.
They dine at Fidelio.
Not just a restaurant, but also an opera penned by Ludwig Van Beethoven.
The opera explores themes of heroism, sacrifice, and liberty.
Angela receives evidence after the dinner to put her two colleagues away for life.
Again, the bullet is locked and loaded.
All thats left is to fire.
All it takes, as we know, is one bullet to change the world.
But when will the world end?
Her AI Alexa provides an answer: billions of years from now when the sun explodes.
That is, if something technological doesnt kill us all first.
Alexa knows the truth.
Alexa was programmed with the truth.
NEXT: While the guilty roam free
My dam of guilt is finally cracking.
Is that an admission from Elliot that he killed Tyrell?
Whats the point of all this mental exploration though, of life in general?
See, religion and faith offers the point.
In the words of a stoned Elliot: nah, man.
Elliot cant sit there and listen to this.
He cant listen to all the ideas that theres a higher power keeping track of everyones purpose.
That means giving up control.
Hes not a good enough scapegoat for me.
Does Elliot need a scapegoat for something hes done?
Thats a big question.
He tosses out his Red Wheel Barrow as he leaves the group.
Elliot heads to the diner, but its clearly not his scheduled eating time with Leon.
Does that dismantle the hospital/asylum theory?
What does it suggest about Elliots state of mind?
Ray shows up at the diner with Elliots journal.
He says hes the chaplains old friend and that he figured Elliot would need the journal in the future.
Hes been doing it ever since, for comfort, for routine.
That explains that baffling scene from earlier, but it doesnt necessarily explain who Ray is.
Plus, as we learn later, Ray seems to know a bit about Elliot.
Elliot says he wanted to control his life, but Ray says that the rules dont matter.
Or rather, that one day they dont matter.
He uses his wife, a perfect driver killed in a car accident, as proof.
Then what do we have?
Thats the scary part.
Rays response: The whole thing is a fall, meaning everyones just stumbling and grasping for something.
Elliot is grasping for a purpose, and Ray seems to be leading him to one.
For now, he just wants to play chess.
The world outside of Elliot doesnt stop so he can play games though.
