All language subtitles for Mr.Robot.S01E02

What I'm about to tell you
is top secret.

Oh, hi.
Tyrell Wellick.

You wanna do these
together then?

- Pure Molly.
- No, Shayla.

I need you to come to Allsafe.

Shit, they're in the network.

This is it.
Fsociety.

They're telling me
to leave it here.

Who are you?

I think you should come with me.

Yeah, that's Darlene.

You are gonna modify
the dat file.

Put Colby's IP in there.

You do that,
you'll have set in motion

the largest revolution
the world will ever see.

Sources have confirmed

the hacks were in part tied
to Colby's terminal.

Sir, step inside the car.

Bonsoir, Elliot.

"Give a man a gun
and he can rob a bank,

but give a man a bank,
and he can rob the world."

It's a bit of
a silly expression, actually.

A little reductive,
but still...

I like it,

for the same reason
most people hate it,

because to me it means
that power belongs

to the people that take it.

Nothing to do with their
hard work, strong ambitions,

or rightful qualifications, no.

The actual will to take is often
the only thing that's necessary.

I'm sorry to bring you in
like this.

Technically what we're doing
might be considered illegal,

which is why I'm surrounded

by eleven of
our most annoying lawyers.

Elliot Alderson...

I want to offer you

a position here at Evil Corp.

I want you to head
our cybersecurity division.

Except I can't
officially offer you anything

since we have this non-compete
with your employer, Allsafe.

But if you do this
of your own accord--

when you do this--

you'll be a multi-millionaire
within the next five years.

What do you say?

Can I--

Can I think about it?

Gentlemen,
I need the room.

Yes, thank you. Yes, yes.

You know,

Evil Corp has just named me
interim CTO.

It won't be long
until it's official.

I will be the youngest executive
this company has ever seen.

I should track down
these hackers out there

just to thank them.

In a way, it's kind of,
um...

What's the word in English?

Serendipitous?
Right?

You know,
by the end of the quarter,

we're going to revamp
our entire network

and consolidate
our security protocols.

We're going to handle
everything internally,

which means all of our vendors,
including Allsafe,

will be cut loose.

And it's no secret that once
Allsafe loses us as a client,

they'll be fini.

And when that happens,

I want you to be
where you belong:

here with me.

This is an important choice
you're making, Elliot.

I just wanted you to know
all the facts

before you made
your final decision.

I think I'm happy
where I am.

Well, I thought I'd ask.

Call this number if you need to
get in touch with Mr. Wellick.

You can call me Mr. X.

Come on, you've never
seen JFK?

Oliver Stone movie?

Sir, I gotta be honest.
That's embarrassing.

Do yourself a favor
and watch it.

And pay, for Christ's sake.

Anyway, you can call me
Mr. Sutherland for now.

Don't hesitate to reach me
when you're ready.

We're always close by.

I'm gonna set a date right now--

- No, we're not.
- For later.

I gotta go,
thank you very much.

- You gonna have me up?
- No.

- Gonna have me up?
- No, stop.

- I'm coming up.
- No, you're not coming up.

Another time.
Okay, I gotta go.

Come on.

- Everything all right?
- Yeah, he's just a creeper.

I hate it when your employers
can't take a hint.

Hey, is your radiator messed up?

Because it's like 3,000 degrees
in my apartment.

Hey, are you okay?
You seem off.

While we're here,
you mind if I reup?

A little early to reup,
don't you think?

I'm deviating from
the schedule a little.

Whoa, never thought I'd see
the day, Mr. Stricty Pants,

but okie dokie.

Oh, yeah.
Shit, I'm out of the other ones.

No, just the morphine.
It's good.

Uh, no, you made me promise
never to give you these

unless I had your Subs.

- Shayla.
- No, Elliot.

Promises matter, okay?

I take this shit to heart.

Oh, my God.

Fine, but you have to promise me
you won't do a lot

until I get
your withdrawal meds, okay?

I'll go see Fernando later
or something.

No, you have to say it.

I promise.

Hey, man.

What, you think I forgot
about you?

Trust me, I need you now
more than ever.

We gotta get to work.

Hacking Tyrell Wellick,
you'd think it'd be tricky,

but it wasn't--Evil Corp's
corporate mail servers,

they haven't patched anything
since Shellshock.

He doesn't even use
two-step verification.

His password was just
his wife's maiden name

and Sweden's independence date,
6-6.

One six away from the obvious,
but still,

this is bad noob practice.

These emails...

His life...
it's nice, happy, perfect.

This doesn't make sense.

Did he know I was going
to hack him?

Did he let me?

I'm gonna need to wipe
everything.

I know, I know,
taking more than I should.

I'm breaking my rule,
but come on, it's an off week.

Come on.

Yo. My man, you gotta--

You gotta deuce it out
over here, all right?

Yo, you gotta do your business
up in here, all right?

Hey...

You got this.
You got this.

Terry Colby, the chief
technology officer of--

Terry Colby's arrest is
on everyone's mind.

Screen. Might as well
be the same thing nowadays.

How do I go back to
work after this?

How can I focus on anything?

And when's Mr. Robot
going to contact me again?

What's he waiting for?

Did I just destroy a man's life
for no reason?

I'm gonna talk to HR about
a salary bump for you.

- Oh, please.
- No, no.

Take the raise.

It's not gonna be much, but it's
the best I can do right now.

Elliot...

You saved the company.

Now...

Why didn't you tell me
about the dat file?

You could've come in here
at any time before the meeting

to say you found something,
but you didn't.

I gotta be honest.
I found that kind of curious.

Yeah, I didn't know what I had.

Could've easily been
a junk file.

C'mon...

You're never sure
about anything

unless there's something
to be sure about.

Maybe you don't
know me that well.

Regardless,

I still need you to stay on it,
now more than ever.

I mean, who knows what

these fsociety hackers
are going to do next.

What did he just say?

- What did you just say?
- The ones working with Colby.

Who knows how deep these data
dumps are going to get,

and Evil Corp is--

What're you talking about?

There's a twist.

You're usually the one
a step ahead of me.

They hit the mother lode
during the breach.

Potentially terabytes worth
of emails and files.

They're threatening
to dump everything

unless the FBI frees Colby.

They released the video
this morning.

Hello, Evil Corp.
We are fsociety.

Over the years,
we have been watching you.

Your financial abuse
of the poor;

your corruption of governments;

your cover-ups of the murder of
innocent, ordinary citizens,

all for the sake
of a profit.

This is why we at fsociety
have decided you must die.

We are malicious and hostile.
We do not compromise.

We are relentless.

We will not stop until
every tentacle

of your evil monstrosity
is sliced off at the nerve.

But we are also
not without mercy.

Our latest hack
was our last warning.

Meet our demands, and we will
consider not destroying you.

First, release our leader
Terry Colby

from your illegitimate prison
immediately.

Second, release all the people
of the world

from your even more
illegitimate prisons of debt.

Third, dissolve your corporation

and donate all your assets to
charities around the world.

This proposal
is non-negotiable.

The people are realizing they
don't have freedom of choice

so long as you exist.

The people are waking up,

no longer accepting
your economic slavery.

Meet these demands,
or we will kill you.

Consider yourself warned.

Play it again.

Yo, please buy my CD.
Only cost you 20 likes.

Yo, it'll give you the feels,
y'all, I swear.

The CD's free.
All's I ask is you Tweet.

Help my social media outreach.

You know, be like,
"I want to set up this meeting.

It's like a very, like a--"

Oh, Elliot!

Hey, congrats, man.

Allsafe is all over the internet
today because of you.

Dude, we should celebrate.
We have this Groupon

for four at Morton's
on Thursday.

This other couple we were
going with totally bailed.

Why don't you come with?

Their steaks are badass.
It's $29.95--

I'm not sure that
Elliot would like that.

Yeah, okay.

Yeah? Okay.
Awesome, man.

And, hey, why don't
we make it a double date?

I heard that
you had a girlfriend.

Ollie, you weren't supposed
to say anything.

Babe, it's cool.
Elliot's okay with it.

Yeah, okay, sure.
I--have to go.

Um, my neighbor's complaining
about the dog barking again.

Since when does he have a dog?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo.

You look like
a beautiful couple.

Yo, my album just dropped,

You like rap, hip-hop?

Yo, this shit is deep,
lyrical, poetic.

Yo, your girl will like this,
my man, I swear.

Come on, bro, you've been
outside our building

for two weeks now.

All right, you know,
I'll take it,

if you leave us alone.

Thank you, thank you, man,
thank you.

And I'll tweet, but only if
I like it, all right?

I only have 48 followers,
but it's growing.

- No doubt, no doubt.
- Some tastemakers in there so--

I feel you,
I feel you.

- Yeah.
- All right.

Yo, I appreciate it, man,
really.

- You guys have a good day.
- Yeah, you too.

Thank you so much.
Check track two out.

- Track two.
- All right, man.

This was never part of the plan.

Data dumps?
Releasing Terry Colby?

None of this makes sense.

Need to cut off all ties
with fsociety.

Need to disconnect.

We need to call in sick
and lie low for a--

Dude! Jesus Christ!
I am naked, asshole!

Don't stare at me!

Why the hell are you
in my shower?

Well, I was waiting
for you.

You were supposed
to come last night.

- Did you forget?
- Come? Where?

It's fine,
everyone's coming later.

I'm stealing your clothes.

My dress
has cum stains on it.

Jesus, I am just
messing with you.

My stuff is just
in the wash.

I'm gonna borrow this
for the time being.

Oh, by the way,

your dog shat
on your bed.

You gotta walk
that thing.

Hey, please take Flipper
for a while.

She probably needs
a walk or something.

She keeps
shitting everywhere.

Of course she needs
a walk, Elliot.

She's a friggin' dog.

Yo, I want to stop and get
some froyo before we go.

Uh, I'll be back later.

- I owe you.
- Yeah, big time.

How do you know
where I live?

Why wouldn't I know
where you live?

I don't know.
I don't know where you live.

Well,

I don't live anywhere
at the present.

The douche I was dating
proposed to me, can you believe?

I mean, what an asshole.

Anyways, we got into
this huge fight, and--

What the hell am I doing?

This chick is out of her mind
batshit crazy.

I gotta go back,
tell Gideon everything.

He'll understand, right?

He'll know what to do.

It's whatevs.
He'll take me back.

He's just gotta get over
this whole

"love is forever" bullshit.

I'll do my disappearing act
for a minute,

and then he'll
come to his senses.

Stand clear of the closing door.

You know,
it's our thing.

Quick!

Can she see them, too?

What?

I like to stay on my toes.

Speaking of, that's, like, one
of the most annoying things--

But what if Tyrell finds out?
What will he do?

Shit, there's basically
no scenario in which

I'm not getting killed
or going to jail.

Because I wanted a turtle,
and he was like, "No--"

I might need to crash with you
for a couple of nights.

That's cool, right?

Seriously?

Fine!
I'll crash at Mobley's.

Don't love dogs anyway.

Especially ones
that shit in your bed.

I mean, how do you live
like that, honestly?

How do you go to sleep
when you know that there's--

For all we know,

I could be walking
into a trap right now.

We could be dead the second
I walk through that door.

Come on, kid.
We got big things in store.

Big things.

Man of the hour.
Take a curtsy.

Goddamn ducks.

Hey, hey, man!

What's--oh.
Shit, sorry, sorry, dude.

Um, okay.

Anyway, just,
awesome work, man.

Really awesome.

Right on, man.
Right on.

- Real cool.
- Great.

So now that we're all done
going down on each other,

can we please
hear the plan?

Where are we at
with Steel Mountain?

If I'm not mistaken,

these lines aren't
100% safe yet,

and we still haven't made
the Colby project disappear.

Seriously?

It's been weeks.
Any links or traces

would have been
owned by now.

The lines are clean, Boss,
I swear.

- Thank you.
- I mean, um...

if it makes you feel better,
Romero and I can check--

Great!
Make me feel great.

I'm gonna hang back over here,
collect my thoughts.

Ohh!

What's her deal?

Ah, she's
a complicated woman.

Most malware coders are.
Am I right?

She showed up
at my apartment.

Why does she know
where I live?

Let's not focus on her.
That'll be like

entering a bad K-hole
you'll never wake up from.

Instead, I need you to focus on
the next phase of our project.

Comet, the natural gas plant
up around Albany?

We're gonna blow it up.

Why would you blow--

Comet plant's right
next to Steel Mountain.

Which, as you know,

is the off-site
and data storage facility

for every corporation
in the S&P,

including everyone's
favorite--

- Evil Corp.
- Bingo!

You're gonna destroy
their tape backups.

They're gonna be looking out
for something like that.

They've been on high alert
ever since the hack.

From what I heard,
they've caught their hacker.

- Haven't they?
- No, they haven't.

- Tyrell Wellick knows.
- What they want him to know!

He's a corporate robot
just like the rest of them.

Besides, the entire company
is gonna be reeling

from all the data dumps
we've got in store for them--

and man, do we have
some goodies.

Some good old-fashioned
executive racism,

sexism, fascism.

Trust me, we are gonna "ism"
so much all over them

they won't be able to
see straight.

And asking for Colby's release
as ransom was genius.

That'll only make
his spotlight bigger,

keeping it off us.

That neat little ditty
was Trenton's idea.

She may look innocent,
but I'd be careful.

She's got some Allah Akbar
in her.

And while all that's going on,

you will use your Allsafe
security clearance

to hack the Comet PLC,
increase the pressure,

causing a gas
pipeline explosion

making Steel Mountain
go kablooey

along with Evil Corp's soul.

They know about all this?

You're the first.

Workers?

Anyone living around
the plant...

They all die?

We'll give them a head start.

Sound some alarms.
They'll be fine.

You're blowing up
a gas pipeline.

The world is
a dangerous place, Elliot,

not because of those
who do evil,

but because of those
who look on and do nothing.

This is war.

People will die.
C'est la mort.

And once we blow up
the pipeline,

Darlene's worm will kick
into high gear

at the U.S. data center

which you helped to us install,
thank you very much.

The redundant backups at their
eastern data center in China--

the Dark Army is covering
us on that.

Dark Army?
Why, man?

They got no code.
They hack for anyone:

terrorists, North Korea,
Iran, Russia--

Which means they hate
U.S. capitalism

just as much as anyone.

Last but not least.

Steel Mountain.

The hacker's dilemma.
What to do

when a bunch of data
you want to destroy

is completely off
the grid?

I'm not killing anyone.

Tell me one thing,
Elliot.

Are you a one
or a zero?

That's the question
you have to ask yourself.

Are you a yes or a no?

Are you going to act or not?

Yo...you've been staring
at a computer screen

way too long, homie.

Life's not that binary.

Isn't it?

Sure, there are grays--

but when you come right down
to it, at its core,

beneath every choice,
there's either a one or a zero.

You either do something
or you don't.

You walk out that door,
you've decided to do nothing,

to say no, which means
you do not come back.

You leave, you are no longer
a part of this.

You become a zero.

If you stay,

if you want to change the world,

you become a yes.

You become a one.

So, I'll ask you again:

are you a one or a zero?

An innocent man is in prison
because of what I did.

Come on, let's not
kid ourselves!

This has nothing to do
with Colby.

This isn't even about
my revolution.

This is more than that
for you.

This is about how those bastards
slowly killed your father

and how you wished he'd done
something about it.

But he didn't.
Because he was a zero,

just like you're being
right now.

Fuck you.

Disappearing again?

I'm not killing anyone.
Leave me out of this.

You don't get to disappear
from this.

We can do it with
or without you,

but you're a part
of it either way!

Yeah, even your stupid hoodie
can't protect you, bitch!

This was a mistake.

I've gotta turn them in.
Should I turn them in?

Will I get into trouble?
Shit, she's right.

I'm culpable now.
No, we're culpable.

You're in this with me, so start
thinking of solutions now.

Yo, Shayla.

Yo, bro.

Can I help you
with something?

I, uh...just need to
talk to Shayla.

Oh, your girl.

She in the tub.

Shayla.

Yo, she'll be out
in a minute.

Can sit and wait
if you want.

I think we should check on her,
make sure she's all right.

You a funny dude.
I like you.

Don't be rude.

Sit down and chill.

No, that's right.

You only do this.

Only nigga I know that take
withdrawal meds while he using.

That's smart.

Probably even convinced
yourself you ain't an addict.

Oh, shit.

Forgot to introduce myself.
I'm Fernan--

Fernando Vera,
Shayla's supplier.

One of the worst human beings
I've ever hacked.

His password?
"eatadick6969."

Aside from the massive
amounts of money

he spends on porn and webcams,

he does all
his drug transactions

through emails, IMs, Twitter.

The fact that the cops haven't
caught him yet is beyond me.

If they had half a brain cell,

they'd be able to crack
his gang's simplistic code,

if it can even be called that.

After only a couple of
hours of timing his tweets

with related news articles,

I figured out that "biscuit"
and "clickety"

clearly referenced guns.

"Food," "sea shells" or "gas"
for bullets.

And the ultimate:
"rock to sleep early."

I haven't made the direct
connection to a hit yet,

but the math of
guns plus bullets

usually adds up to one thing.

I've thought about
turning him in,

but he's Shayla's only supplier.

I take him down,
I lose my drugs,

and with everything going on
right now, I can't have that.

You get that, though?

Anyway, bro,

I ain't nothing to
worry about.

Just making a drop
for you.

What's your name, anyway?

Elliot.

What it mean?

What, you ain't
never Googled it?

Man, you gotta do that.

The meaning of a person's name
is important, bro.

Yo, she good!
She good.

Trust me.

Took care of
that shit myself.

You remind me of me
when I was younger,

depressed and sullen.

Matter of fact, tried to
kill myself, a couple of times.

Never could get
that shit right.

Biology wasn't
my strong suit.

I hated myself, man.
Still do.

Thought that shit was
a weakness for a long time.

Then I realized that shit
was my power.

People walk around, act like
they know what hate means.

Nah, no one does,
until you hate yourself.

I mean...

truly hate yourself.

That's power.

You ain't scared of me,
are you?

That's good.

Means I didn't waste my time
making friends with you.

You don't really need these,
do you?

Man of your courage can last
through a little withdrawal.

Ya know, you the only reason
why I met Shayla.

I'm the only nigga in town
carrying everything,

including your precious
Suboxone.

So, in a weird way,
I should be thanking you.

You brought her to me.

Your star orbiting with mine,
gravitationally,

brought me the love
of my life, Elliot.

I mean, this, us?

Being here?

This has...

beautiful meaning.

But make no mistake,
that girl in there...

is mine.

I don't know what
I'd do without her.

Now, I don't know
what kind of arrangement

you had with her before,
but now that we friends...

I trust you respect
this boundary.

Feel me?

A dude earlier today gave me
that same look.

Only thing I gotta say is,

there's a smart time to be
scared, bro...

And a stupid time.

Shayla?

The lock pick.

Every hacker's favorite sport.

The perfect system to crack,

mostly because
unlike virtual systems,

when you break it,
you can feel it.

You can see it.
You can hear it.

Shayla.

Hey.

Shayla.

Wake up.

Mm.

What happened?

You okay?

Why was
that asshole here?

Why am I in the tub?

I don't He came over.told him
We smoked a little..

You remember having sex
with him?

What?
No.

But he definitely does.

Okay, let's go.

- Get your purse, make sure--
- Stop.

I'm not going anywhere,
okay?

What do you mean?

Oh, he's just gonna
get away with it?

You can't go back to him.
Hey, I don't need the pills.

- Just find someone else.
- I can't.

He gives me a really
good deal on the split.

I make good money.

There it is again,

the invisible hand at work,
controlling us,

even if it pushes us
past our threshold of pain.

It's not gonna stop.

What if he does it again?

Promise me you won't
do anything?

I'm serious, Elliot.

There's nothing
to be done here.

It's not like I have a choice.

Hey...

Would you mind sleeping
here tonight?

Choices.

Maybe Mr. Robot's right.

That's what this is all about,
the yesses and nos of life.

But do we decide them
or do they decide us?

Fernando Vera.
I get rid of him,

I get rid of
my drug dealer's supplier.

I get rid of the morphine.

And the pain I've been
holding in comes rushing out.

Sure, I can try to find
another dealer,

but like Vera said, no one
on the streets deals Suboxone.

I could go back to digitally
counterfeiting scripts,

but pharmas spend a lot of dough
protecting their wares.

Most places only take
paper scripts.

Continuously getting
legit refills isn't realistic,

and neither is being a junkie.

So I quit cold turkey
or let Vera exist.

I know what you're thinking.
The answer's too obvious.

Vera may have been groping
Shayla before,

but he's graduated to rape.

Just like Shayla,
he's left me no choice.

He can't be allowed
to exist anymore.

Perhaps we should start
with how you're feeling.

Not good.

What's not good
right now?

Everything.

Humor me with
some specifics.

How do we know if
we're in control?

That we're not just
making the best

of what comes at us,
and that's it.

Trying to constantly pick
between two options.

Like your two paintings
in the waiting room.

Or...Coke and Pepsi.

McDonald's or Burger King?

Hyundai or Honda?

Hmm.

It's all part of
the same blur, right?

Just out of focus enough.

It's the illusion of choice.

Half of us
can't even pick our own--

our cable, gas, electric.

The water we drink,
our health insurance.

Even if we did, would it matter?

You know, if our only option
is Blue Cross or Blue Shield,

what the fuck
is the difference?

In fact, aren't they--
aren't they the same?

No, man...

our choices are prepaid for us,

long time ago.

I'm sorry you feel
you have no control.

Thought I was doing
something good.

I was a part of this...
project.

Thought I was going to be
a part of something special.

And now?

Now...

It turned out to be
a mistake,

like everything else.

What's the point, right?

Might as well, just--
you do nothing.

Might as well do nothing.

You've brought up
this issue before,

this issue of not feeling like
you're in control.

Do you remember?

When we spoke about your father.

You talked about how
he chose to do nothing

when he was battling
his cancer.

You told him he could have

fought the company
that caused it.

He could have
told people about it.

He could have sought better care
than what he was getting.

Instead, he did nothing.

Maybe your father felt
the same way as you do now.

After all, like you said,
what's the point?

- It's different.
- What's different

is you've found options,
Elliot.

That's the power you have.
That's the control you own.

You don't have to just take
what life gives you.

Come on.

Tell me what is going on
with you.

I cannot help you
if you keep me in the dark.

Shut up!

Shut up!

You've got bags under your eyes.

You're yelling.
You're jittery.

For the last month,
I have seen you

slip into old patterns,
old behaviors.

What is going on?

He's still not answering.

Well, we'll just have to
ask him tomorrow.

Every time I try to play it
or rip it,

it just freezes up my computer
and spits it back out again.

He's not okay.

He was acting so out of it
at work today.

Um...

Are you saying something,
babe?

Something's wrong.

Should I go over there?

And just...

Check in on him?

Uh...come on.

That's ridiculous.

You know he's always
been a weirdo, right?

I'm really worried
about him.

Um...

My Arizona buddy Fred
hit me up.

He wants to
grab a drink.

Shouldn't take too long.

Okay.

- Nice one, bro.

"Deep passions, longing...

"The two of them
had never felt such a love,

such closeness,
such a connection."

- Found a way to do it without--
- Shh!

Sit down.

I know how to take out
the backups

without blowing up
the pipeline.

You know, Elliot,
I really feel like we resolved

this thing between us.
Didn't you walk away?

- I did.
- Didn't I say

that if you walked away,

you were no longer
a part of this?

I have a real plan--

If you want me
to let you back in,

there's an understanding
we have to come to,

a debt you have to pay,

because, remember,
you walked away.

I thought you didn't
believe in debts.

Not true.
I believe in debts.

I believe in erasing them.

What do you want?

I want you to tell me
about your father.

You're not gonna
get into my head, man.

Your David Koresh shit
isn't gonna work on me.

Tell me how he died.

Why, man?
Something tells me

you already looked
that shit up anyway.

I wanna hear it from you.

So I do this...

we go back to the arcade,

discuss the plan
with the rest of them?

I don't know
what you want me to say.

We were close.
Very close.

He was my best friend.

Worked at Evil Corp
his whole life.

He was one of the best
computer engineers they had.

And out of the blue,
he got fired.

No one knew why.

Then one day he told me.

He had leukemia.

Made me swear to never
tell anyone,

especially my mom.

So I didn't.

A few months go by...

he got sicker and sicker.

Finally, I got so worried...

told my mom.

When he found out,
he got pissed.

Started yelling.

I remember I tried to hug him,
tell him I'm sorry, and...

kept shoving me away
and shoved me so hard

I fell backwards
out the window.

I fell, and I broke my arm.

Never spoke to me after that.

Couldn't even look at me.

Even the night he died.

We good?

I understand what it's like
to lose a parent.

It's heartbreaking.

Did you ever think
he was right?

About what?

Hurting you that day?

For what you did to him?

You ever think
you deserved it?

I didn't do anything
to him.

I was trying
to help him.

For betraying his trust.

I was eight years ol--

You didn't commit to
the sacred pact you'd formed.