All language subtitles for Mr.Robot.S02E05.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Darlene: We might be owned.

Elliot: Dark army.

Romero: The world's most
dangerous hacker crew.

Cisco: They think the FBI's
even snooping, and it gets ugly.

Kareem: They keep
asking me questions.

I'm gonna keep
telling your story.

But if shit goes down
and I get busted,

I'm not gonna get locked up.

Joanna: My husband will
return soon, and this will all be over.

Mobley: He wants to hack steel
mountain's climate control system.

Take care of yourself.

There will be fallout from
this and I'm gonna tell them.

Angela: / used your computer.

So tell them whatever you want.

The server keeps crashing,
and I don't know how to stop it.

We need to find
someone who can do

that migration thing
he keep talking about.

Whiterose: You hack people,
I hack time.

Elliot:
Someone's closing in on us.

I have to find
out what they know.

My online business
is very important to me.

I prefer discretion.

What exactly are you doing?

I'm hacking the FBI.

Elliot: Step 1: Identify
the target and its flaws.

There are always flaws.
I learned that early in life.

My first hack,
the local library,

a vulnerable ftp server
and its as/400.

A far cry from the
Android zero-days I'm using

to own the FBI
standard-issue smartphone.

The library was a test to see if!
Could even get into the system.

I've since set greater goals.

For instance, step 2:

Build malware and
prepare an attack.

At my fingertips, the
zero-day is wrapped in code

like a Christmas present,
then becomes an exploit,

the programmatic expression
of my will.

I live for this shit.

Step 3: A reverse shell, two-stage
exploit. The ideal package.

Load the malware into a
femtocell delivery system,

my personal cell tower
that'll intercept all mobile data.

Similar to my first time,

when I found myself
staring at late book fees,

employee names,
member addresses.

Everything was revealed.

The secret of the perfect
hack? Make it infallible.

Hidden within
the kernel is a logic bomb,

malicious code
designed to execute

under circumstances
we programmed.

Should the FBI take an image
of the femtocell,

all memory will
self-corrupt or explode.

Step 4: Write the script.

Why do it myself?

Because that's howl learned,

and I know exactly what, when
and how it's going to run.

I didn't do anything harmful
my first time. Just looked around.

But I felt so powerful.

Eleven years old
and in complete control

of the Washington
township public library.

Today is different.
I hacked the world.

Final step: Launch the attack.

Once I do,
I'll own the Android phone

of every FBI agent
in that building.

I'll own evil corp's network,
applications, everything.

Domain admin.

This. The thrill of pwning a
system, this is the greatest rush.

God access.

The feeling never gets old.

I'm gonna need to
talk to the old sys admin.

The old it guy, set this up.

There's an encrypted database on
the old server I'm gonna need access to.

You want to talk to rt?

If that's his name.

I'll talk to ray.

See what's what.

In fact, with all the lawsuits we're
facing, the company is rebranding.

Our new name, steel valley.

What do you think?

Honestly, it's pretty terrible.

I felt that, but I
didn't want to say.

Jeez Louise, look at that.

What the hell
are you doing here?

How did you get in?

Penetration test. You failed.

Done anyway.

What is this?

I haven't seen you in five weeks

and now you're just in my home?

Leave now.

Okay.

If you want the FBI to find
out that you were the one

who illegally put a cd
into a drive at allsafe

that set off
the crime of the millennium,

be my guest.

He told you?

Yeah. And he cleared
allsafe's logs to cover your ass.

But now with the FBI's
five/nine investigation,

this could all lead back
to both you and Elliot.

Why didn't he say anything?

Because that's what he does,
and now it's time for you to help him.

What exactly
do you want from me?

Before I tell you,

I need you to keep
reminding yourself

that this is simple.

Your gut instinct
is gonna be screaming

a big fucking no,

and I need you to
suppress that instinct

and remind yourself
that this is simple.

If this little
preface was supposed to

inspire confidence,
you're failing miserably.

I'll give you a small device,
which you'll take to work,

drop at the fed's office on
the 23rd floor, and walk away.

Simple.

Here it comes, that gut
instinct I was talking about.

Are you out of your mind?

You want me to hack the FBI?

What possible good
would that even do?

Once we have
access to their system,

we can make
all of the bullshit go away.

Any evidence they have
on you and Elliot,

gone.

I'll take my chances.

Fine, play it how
you want to play it,

but I hope for
Elliot and your sake,

no one else knows about that cd.

This is not our usual time
nor place to meet.

It was very risky
for me to come here.

Talk to me. What's happened?

I don't want to do this anymore.

I lied to the FBI,
and they know it.

They're not stupid.
They saw me sweat.

And my phone is tapped.

Anytime I make phone calls,
I hear interference, voices.

I mean, who are we protecting?
Some scrawny kid in a hoodie?

Part of our agreement was that
you would not ask any questions.

You're right.
You're right. I just...

I know someone is
watching me, and I can tell.

On the train,
at work, in my apartment.

How do you know?

I just do. I feel it, you know?

Thank you for
sharing this with me.

I promise you
everything will be okay.

Hello, sir. You can't be here.

I work here. Not on this floor.

Can you help this guy out?

We really need to close off
this elevator to non-bureau.

Anchorman: Firefighters
are already battling fierce blazes...

I hate coming here.
Security's so lax.

I'm still in the middle of this
deep dive on the hard drive reports

that came back from forensics.

I had that dream again.

Except this time, I was
walking down a steep hill,

and at the bottom was that same
man wearing a surgical mask.

He never tries to kill you?

Nope. Just staring.

You really don't dream, do you?

Never interested me.

You read Santiago's e-mail?

Let me guess, you're excited.

Fuck yeah, I'm excited.
We get to go to China.

Yeah, well, just so you know,
I throw up on planes,

so bring a raincoat
and nose plugs.

Any updates on her?

Surveillance said she mostly stayed
home and then went to a yoga class.

And they lost her again.

I'm telling you, it's hard to
track people in New York.

Where's the she-devil?

Don't know.

Elliot: Something's wrong.

Darlene's never quiet unless...

Did the malware not check out?

It's Angela.

You need to talk to her.

About what?

With the FBI at evil corp,
physical security is madness.

We don't have time to prep a
new social engineering attack,

so I went to her...
She can't be involved.

What the hell else
do you want me to do?

I am telling you,
it's a fortress.

There's no way
in there right now,

and it's not as if we
have a lot of time to wait.

Darlene's right.

I'm not doing it.

Who better than
someone you trust?

I'm not discussing
Angela with you.

She's our only option.

She's not an option.
Think of something else.

I did my part. Now you do yours.

Make this happen.

Minister zhang,
pleasure to meet you.

The pleasure is mine,
Mr. Santiago. Welcome to China.

Oh, here.

Let's retire into the forum,
where we can talk in private.

As you'll see in your escorted
tour of Beijing's backup facility,

ourafiack was not climate
control, like your raspberry pi.

Our backup tapes were degaussed.

We'd like to visit all four
of China's backup sites.

Of course.

Santiago: And be granted access

to the encrypted e corp servers.

Absolutely.

Excehent

now,

there is another subject
to discuss.

We understand it is
a delicate subject.

The dark army?

We'd like to review all
intelligence you have on them.

It's just that some of
us think that, you know,

they, as a known malevolent
hacker group might have...

Of course. We'll get
you all of our dossiers

with any intel we might have.

You're scheduled to
visit our Beijing facility

on Tuesday at 9:00 am. Sharp.

Enjoy yourselves.
Take in the city.

Monday night, I wish to
host you at my home.

A reception to celebrate
our collaborative effort.

Ray: You can't just do it
yourself?

Elliot: No, not without
access to the database.

But you're the best.

The master.

Ain't that true?

You got to understand.

I hesitate because rt and I didn't
part ways on the best of terms.

I wouldn't ask
if there were another way.

You're wasting time, time we
don't have. You need to call Angela.

Maxine, what's wrong, girl?

Shh.

Don't make me
think the worst now.

Is she okay?

If you say you need him,
you must need him.

|'|| have rt stop by.

I tracked the last
package to the midtown post office

it was mailed from.

However, there's no evidence
on the security footage

of anyone mailing it
from inside the station.

It was probably dropped
in a nearby collection box.

And I have a contact attempting
to trace the phone calls,

but he needs more time.

I'll keep you updated as always.

Good night, ma'am.

And Kareem?

I did as you asked.

It's framed burglary.

Cops will likely go after an
ex-con who lives on the same floor.

Mo matches other b&es
the guy's suspected of.

Joanna: Tell me...

Tell me about his death.

Man: Succinylcholine.
Injected as ordered.

Joanna:
And he didn't feel anything?

Man:
He was completely paralyzed.

It'll appear
there was a struggle.

He pulled his gun in self-defense.
The attacker got him first.

Two gunshot wounds.

One
to the chest, another to the head.

Joanna: Did he look at you
before you finished the job?

Man: Yes.

Ma'am, if I may, why drug him?

It would've been just as easy
to shoot and leave.

Joan na: Killing a man
instantly robs him of explanation.

He has no time to
process his final moments.

Now, even though
he was paralyzed,

his mind was still able to
understand why his life was ending.

We let him die with answers.

Otherwise,

we're nothing but
ruthless murderers.

Thank you.

Hey.

I got to say, I never thought
I'd hear from you again.

I ordered you a bud light.

Thanks.

You know, I'm glad we're
sitting here again. Our old spot.

You know, booth over there
by the window.

Remember? It's where I first
said the three magic words.

Yeah, I don't
think I remember that.

"I love you."

I meant it, too.

I miss you, Angela.

Thanks.

Yeah, a lot of good memories.

Look, Josh groban night.

It's like we're, uh,
reliving our glory days.

But, uh, you...

Wow. I mean, I hearthings
are going great with you.

I hope this is cool
and not, like, weird,

but, um, I brought my
résumé if you can do anything.

Well, I just figured, hey, if
there are any open positions...

I'll see what I can do.

So, tell me.
How's life over there?

Very different than allsafe.

You miss it?

Yeah.

And Gideon.

Crazy sad.

You know, I heard the dude that
shot him was, like, off his rocker.

One of those five/nine truthers.

Some people even say that
the whole thing

was like a put-on.

Like, uh, one of those

crisis performances or whatever.

You know,
those frank Cody types.

Anyways, tragic for sure.

So, you ever think that cd
had anything to do with it?

Excuse me?

I'm just saying, like,
allsafe was ground zero.

Angela: What the fuck?

Are you working with the FBI?

No, it's...

My uncle is a lawyer.

He told me to be careful
and record any suspicious...

It's my uncle's fault.

Fuck! What“ ohlcomeonl

my contract was cleared because of
the hack. I can't afford a new phone.

Answer me. Honestly. Right now.

Did you talk to the FBI?

Yes.

I mean, Angela, iook, they
called me in, like, three times.

I can't sleep.
I am scared as shit.

What did you tell them?

Nothing.

Just about the cd guy, and then
they did, like, the sketch or whatever,

the facial composite thing,
but I swear,

I never said your name.
Oh, fuck.

Where are you going? Where...

This food is not sanitary,
am I right?

I mean, where's
the general tso's chicken?

I don't think that's a formal
hors d'oeuvre in China.

Yeah? I'm gonna ask.

This noodle bowl thing made me
gag. These people are savages.

Excuse me, do you know
where the bathroom is?

Bathroom? Uh...

Toilet?

No English?

No English.

Okay, thank you.

Zhang: Pardon me,
do you have the time?

Oh, shit.

Minister zhang, I...

I was just admiring...
Looking at... for the...

Right, the time 'cause of the...

You've wandered
very far from the party.

I was looking for the little
girls' room, and then I...

And this caught your eye?

Yeah, I...

I know it seems
a little uncanny,

but my parents had the same
clock in our family room growing up.

I found this in Germany.
The town of rothenburg.

Cost me a fortune. The seller
told me that it was one of a kind.

So much for the honest salesman.

My parents bought theirs
at a kmart in teaneck.

Is that where
you're from, miss...

Jersey born and raised.

And my full name is Dominique
dipierro, but I go by dom.

Or agent dipierro, or just dom.

So, if I can ask, what's
the deal with the clocks?

Is it a punctuality thing?

"Life is but a walking shadow.

"A poor player
that struts and frets

"his hour upon the stage,

"and then is heard no more."

You've surrounded yourself with
the constant reminder of mortality.

There's much work
to do, great work.

As each second passes,
I push myself to keep moving.

You're making me think I
should invest in a decent watch.

Now, if I may ask,

how does a young
woman from New Jersey

find her way into the FBI?

I was...

I am

disgusted by the selfish
brutality of the world,

but at the same time,
I'm utterly fascinated by it.

The FBI's a perfect place
for that kind of contradiction.

I have something in my office
I think you might appreciate.

The artist strives to reflect
the desolation and anxiety

that accompanies
one's loss of identity.

His message is subversive
to many in our country.

Nevertheless, the work
appeals to the masses

and to the individual.

How is it that revolution
can create such beautiful art,

yet you and I are
tracking revolutionaries

who've created
nothing but turmoil?

There's more to the story.

I'm sorry?

FBI.

Why you joined.

What was it?

It's a little personal.

That's precisely why I'm asking.

Okay.

Well, it was
a certain relationship.

A love story?

Of sorts. Sort of, sure.

Final semester of law school,
dating who I thought was the one.

At dinner,
days before graduation,

they got down on one knee
to propose, and...

This is gonna
make me sound wacky,

butlexcused myself to the
restroom and went out the back,

and that was that.

Fast-forward several years,
I turn around

and here's what
I picked instead.

A mid-level field agent.

What is it? I just...

I never would have expected
to be talking about an old flame

to China's minister
of state security.

It'll make a good story at
Thanksgiving. My dad will love it.

Whose room is this?

Wow.

These are gorgeous.

Zhang: A magua,

the common manchu clothing
of the qing dynasty.

Detailed embroidery such as this

was often reserved
for the royal families.

This is a modern
qipao by Jin zhi yu ye.

Purchased in Shanghai.

The silk fabric and embroidered
lace are unrivaled. Here.

Wow.

I've never touched
something so beautiful.

I feel the same way each time.

Where did these come from?

They belong to my sister.

She stays here when she's
passing through Beijing.

Let me ask, Ms. Dipierro,

have you ever wondered
how the world would look

if the five/nine
hack never happened?

How the world
would look right now?

In fact, some believe
there are alternate realities

playing out that very scenario,

with other lives
that we're leading,

other people that we've become.

The contemplation
moves me very deeply.

Oh, you weren't kidding.
You really do have a thing...

I apologize, I must go. May I
escort you back to the party?

Why are you here?

Angela: Because I want to be.

I told Darlene
I didn't want you involved.

She was right to involve me.

Please don't do this.
I'll find another way.

Darlene said it's a simple job.

I place the device on
the floor and walk away.

Then you guys will make everything
go away, any evidence that you find.

That's true, right?

Right? That's our plan,

but that's not the point.

Don't put yourself at risk.

I've run through my options.

Best-case scenario,
I lose my job

and plea-bargain
down a jail sentence.

I'm backed into a corner. Either
I act, or I wait to get caught.

I told myself that I would wait

to decide until I saw you,

because you wouldn't
let me walk into this

unless you were sure
that you could pull it off.

I've decided.

I miss you.
You know that, right?

I reached out to you so many
times, and you kept saying no.

Can I just know why?

I keep thinking about that
day on the train platform.

After you found
me in the cemetery.

You told me to
take care of myself.

I wanted to be okay.

I wanted to stop seeing him
before I talked to you again.

And?

And my dead father's
standing behind you right now.

I can be a friend.

Someone to talk to.

Someone who cares about you.

Who knows? Maybe that will help.

How's qwerty?

He's good.

He's fat. I think
I'm feeding him too much.

Man: This is
the federal bailout.

All right, this is critical,
and you're just backing out

of our biggest operation?

This isn't open for debate.

I can't go, and it's none
of your goddamn business why.

I want you to lead the DC.
Op. You're being promoted.

Take the crew down to the
capitol tonight and begin prepping.

You serious? Really?

Well, you've done good. Now
take charge. Act like a leader.

This is a very
serious opportunity.

You know the plan, right?
Oh, yeah.

Good. Don't forget the package.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate
this. I'm not gonna let you down.

All right,
I'm gonna do you proud.

And they're gonna remember...

Okay, just do your job and
stop acting like such a pussy.

I got to take this.

Hello?

When?

There's an encrypted users
database in the marketplace directory.

Here, um, just...

Let me try.

You gonna ask or just stare?

Okay, what happened?

It was a rhetorical question.
Just stare.

Elliot: This guy
obviously knows his shit.

Why did ray come to me?

Then you'll, um, transfer the
archives to the local machine.

And then transfer the existing
site from the local machine

to the new server.

You don't know when to stop!

This is what you wanted,
remember? Me, here at a terminal.

Good to go.

Check on it if you need to.

Elliot: Everyone has their own
if/then conditional programming,

a situation where
if certain conditions are met,

then a logic bomb detonates.

Everything blows
up in your face.

Is this Ray's
if/then moment or my own?

If ray is running the site
himself, why bring me in?

Maybe he doesn't know
the evil that he's spreading.

Maybe he has no idea
what's on the site.

Ray is protective, kind.
Ray is dangerous, a criminal.

Are those his two halves?
Which side of him is stronger?

Is he sinister
enough to host the...

Mr. Robot:
Stop figuring this out.

I want to know.

You know.

But you're going to ignore it.

You want to know why?

Because that's what we do.

It's not what I do.

And if he's guilty,

I could destroy him in under
two minutes at a terminal.

Are we really
back to this again?

Ray is not some
coffee shop owner.

Forget what you saw and move on.

You're thinking
only of yourself.

I'm thinking of us.

And I'm thinking of the people
in those pictures.

I could help them.

We have other battles to fight.

What else is new?

Elliot: A logic bomb explodes
either at a set time

or when a specific
condition is met.

And now I've met Ray's
black market of evil.

Mr. Robot can deny it
all he wants, but I can't.

Can you?

Hello?

Tyrell...

Were you followed?

No, I don't think so.

Did you take
the route I sent you?

Yeah.

Where's your cell phone?

At home.

No bullshit from here on.
Understand?

Oh, my head is pounding.

Way too much of that
baijiu drink last night.

Speaking of, where'd you go?

I got stuck listening to Jesse
trying to speak Chinese.

He made a lot of
people really uncomfortable.

Oh, you know,
your average evening.

A private tour from
minister zhang himself.

What? Was he
putting moves on you?

No, not like that.

But he did take me to his sister's
bedroom and showed me her clothes.

That's sort of weird.

Mmm-hmm. Even more so when you consider
minister zhang doesn't have a sister.

Nice iook, Hollywood.

Thanks. I got myself all
gussied up for the field trip.

Where's Santiago?
On another rampage.

Adic called with updates
about the raspberry pi.

Great. Not great.

Turns out the guy who found it
smudged his fat fingers all over it,

smearing any possible prints.

Another dead end.

When Santiago stomped off,
he was threatening

to reach through his cell
phone and castrate the guy.

Fantastic.

Think I'm gonna need more
caffeine to survive the day.

Hey! Hey!

Help! Help!

Stop! Help! Help!

Fuck.

You are one stupid fuck.

Never trust a tech
guy with a rat tail.

Too easy to carve
secrets out of him.

Ray,

what are you doing?

I told you not to look.