All language subtitles for Mr. Robot - 3x04 - eps3.3_metadata.par2.WEB.AMZN.en

You brought me in
to manage him,

and that's exactly
what I've done.

I'm gonna get him a job
at Evil Corp.

Doesn't hurt to have him
on the inside.

I'm sending
shipping requests

to the actual facilities,
but in the manifest,

I'm making it look like
all the paper is still

arriving in New York.

How do you bring justice
to a conglomerate

as untouchable as Evil Corp?

When I met Whiterose,
she opened my eyes,

and I could see
how all of the damage

that they've caused
could finally be undone.

No!

Don't you see it yet?

We are gods.

What's that for?

In case Elliot comes back.

He sometimes can become
a different person.

Answer me!

Stay away from me,
you fucking psycho.

I like what you did
with the place.

Still like mine better though.

You ever think about
not doing this shit anymore?

Can't we just be
a normal couple that complains

about the water bill,

looks up vacation packages
to Budapest?

- Hello, E Corp.
- Guys back at CART

are zeroing in on the guy
in the video.

We might have
a good lead soon.

Your job is to get intel
from Elliot

on Tyrell Wellick.

That is the only reason
you're not in jail right now.

Good job.

You get anything
from Elliot's computer?

Last night he sent
an encrypted email with a link.

Is that coming
from downstairs?

Is Darlene home?

Hey.

I said "hey."

What's your deal?

Come on, dude,
I don't have all day.

What do you want?

Come on, look around you.

The entire train is either
asleep or drop-dead exhausted.

Meanwhile, you're over here
river dancing,

trying way too hard to pretend
like you're in a hurry

to get somewhere we both know
you don't have to be.

Honestly, I don't know
what you're saying.

You have my wallet.

You're batshit.

And you're
a terrible pickpocket.

Take out my wallet.

Take it out, now.

Open it.

There should be
a Polaroid inside.

Take it out.
Look, I didn't take anything.

Just take it back.
Take out the Polaroid.

Was that so hard?

Thank you.

Wait, what is this?

Don't you want
your wallet back?

It's yours.

Why?

You stole from me,
but I stole from you first.

That old lady knitting,

that frat dude over there,

I stole from them too.

Everyone.

This whole economic fuckshow
is my fault,

and everything that's happened
to you and everybody else

since Five/Nine,
that's my bad too.

That's not even
the cherry on top.

I killed a woman.

Got her right in the heart
with a stun gun.

This is me.

Wait!

Metadata.

The story behind the data.

Getting information
is one thing,

but how it was created...
where and by whom...

can often be illuminating.

Who the fuck is that?

- Is Darlene home?
- No, she's out.

This email wasn't for Tyrell.

It was for us.

Fuck me sideways,
how do he know?

He must've phished us
when you went to that URL.

Shit, shit, shit.

Should we bring him in?

What if Darlene gets back?

Like most pics people post
on Instagram or Facebook,

they don't realize
they just gifted

whatever social media site
their camera type,

phone model, name,
and location,

all hidden inside
the photograph's metadata.

Come on, Darlene,
pick up the goddamn phone.

Oh, Jesus H.

She left her phone downstairs.

How long ago did she leave?

Doesn't matter.
She's back.

It's over.

Our lead asset is
about to get burned.

Let's bring him in.

This guy's time is
past due anyway.

I never trusted his bug eyes.

If we do that, it'll burn
Elliot's bridge to Tyrell.

It's about to be burned
anyway.

Where are you going?

Don't look at me.
Act normal.

Elliot phished us.
He's in your apartment.

Stay cool,
don't blow your cover.

You said you were
leaving town.

What are you doing here?

Since when do you have
an apartment?

How can you afford this place?

None of your fucking
business.

Leave.

I told you to walk away
from this.

And I told you to leave.

We clearly have
communication issues.

Let's go.
You're coming with me.

We have to talk.
Not gonna happen.

I am not going anywhere
with you.

Last night, I noticed
some extra hardware

wired to my monitor's
display controller

along with a small cellular
modem taking screen shots

every ten seconds and
sending them out somewhere,

and now I'm standing here,
and I wanna know

why the fuck
are you hacking me?

Take another step,
and I will fucking scream.

You're not gonna hurt me again.

And if it is him
that I'm talking to right now,

then yeah, I hacked you.

I don't trust you,
so back the fuck off.

Darlene...

It's me.

Yeah, well, that's
a pretty complicated statement

coming from you.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Dom, get back here now.

Audio's useless.

He's using
a goddamn voice protector.

You should've listened to me.

He is still here,
and you can't keep ignoring it.

Doesn't mean you hack me;
we don't do that to each other.

You wouldn't talk to me.

What else was I supposed to do?

He's working with them,
isn't he?

I need to show you something.

Mm.

I know, I know,
ribs for breakfast,

but I can't pass 'em up
when I'm here.

You know, the key is
in the moisture.

Here, look.

See that pink in there?

Red Wheelbarrow understands.

Mop sauce...
that's their secret.

Layman's version...
two tablespoons dry rub

to one cup apple cider vinegar,

maybe beer, depends.

Then use a brush
to mop the ribs

during the cooking process.
Delicious.

You said we needed to talk.

Anyone tail you
on the way here?

SDRs are now second nature
to me.

Did three cover stops, nothing.

Oh, good.

Well, this is just
a little Monday morning

staff meeting update
kind of thing.

Today's Friday.

It was a figure of speech.

Point is I received
official word...

we go on September 29th,
ten days from now.

Now, you know how the boss
feels about timetables.

You said you can manage
those two knuckleheads,

and she put
a lot of faith in you.

I'm assuming you can
make this happen.

What about
the shipping delays?

Well, good thing we have
our guy on the inside, huh?

Help speed things up.

Of course.

We'll make it happen.

Good.

I wanna be sure too.

We've prepared
for an emergency evacuation

so no one will be
in the building when we go?

I'm asking.

We have.

Keep us on schedule,
all will be good.

I have to ask...

did Whiterose ever show you?

Yes.

And you believe in it?

Take a look
at technology nowadays.

It's mind-boggling.

Hell, these ribs.

You think it was even possible
to cook 'em as deliciously

as this a hundred years ago?

I mean, who knows
if this is even real meat?

As tasty as they are,
I wouldn't be surprised

if they grew 'em in a lab.

I'm not talking about ribs.

My point is,
I think anything is possible.

Did he do this, or...

No, it was me.

I had to do a deep search,

make sure no one was listening.

You were right.

Stage 2 was never called off.

Is Tyrell involved?

Has to be.

They're still trying to blow up
the recovery building.

I've been monitoring traffic
at E Corp,

and that led me
to an unpatched web server.

- Talk to me.
- I'm trying to show you.

It's all right here
in my research.

Why are you monitoring them?

You could've taken all of this,
sent it in as an anonymous tip,

and walked away.
It's not that simple.

Yes, it is.

You don't want to turn them in.

Why?

Tell me what's going on.

I want to be the one
that finds them.

I need to see where this leads.

What does that mean?

Elliot, listen to me.

This is not who you are.

You don't blow up buildings.

You don't hurt people.

I know.

What is this, then?

There's something
inside me that can't let go

of what we started.

What we started is over.

Before, when I was here,
you said you wanted

to stop this.

I need you to go back
to that place.

Tell me right now...
can you do that?

Yes.

Good.

So with that in mind
and with what you have,

how do we find them and just
end this once and for all?

The best lead
we've got is me.

She gave me her keys
when we were...

Landlord never changed
the locks,

and it's been vacant.

So what?
You just come in here and hang?

I get it.

I haven't lost time
during the day,

but at night...

That's when you want me
to stay awake and keep watch

on the off chance
you turn into Mr. Hyde

and follow you to Tyrell
and the Dark Army.

Hey.

You're my brother.

I'm always here for you.

Besides, if you really think
this is the best way

to find Tyrell...

It's weird, but I guess
we passed weird

a long fucking time ago.

I'm in.

Shit, I have to get to work.

Whatever he does,

it's not me.

I know.

man: Come in.

The last thing
anyone wants is some...

sleazy politician...

woman: Oh, please, come.

It'll be great.

man: How far is this place?

woman: Just around the corner.

man: Oh, right, well,
I just wanted to say...

Thank you for
the Christmas card.

woman: You're welcome.

Look, I'm so sorry
about that day.

I came into the room,
and he slinked towards me,

and there was a fire,
and he's the President

of the United States,
and nothing happened...

I promise.

And I just felt like
such a fool because...

- FBI, FBI!
- FBI!

- On your fucking knees!
- Hands behind your head!

Don't you fucking move!

Don't move.

Don't you fucking move.

I sometimes wonder if
I'd died when Tyrell shot me,

would my revolution
have died with me?

At first, I thought
the Dark Army saved my life.

They didn't though.

They saved him, Mr. Robot.

And now he's trying to wage
a terrorist attack,

and that excites me.

Why?

Darlene's right.

I could've tipped off the FBI,
given them all this evidence

and let them handle it.

I could just go back
to my new TV

and IKEA furniture.

What's wrong with me?

What's that?

Nothing, boring.

It's a scan, encrypt, archive.

It's the new consolidation.

Meeting's next week, I think.

That was a terrible lie.

There's no way
she believes me.

Okay.

You're still coming
to the party tonight, right?

I forgot that part of being
a corporate drone

is going to mandated
office functions.

Yeah, definitely.

I wouldn't miss it.

Great.

One of these days, you gotta
pound that ass, dude.

Like, I've been out here
splashing everything in sight,

but it's starting to feel
a little lonely in p-town.

Don't let her slip away,
all right?

I need you on this.

We know you posted
the fsociety video.

With a court order, we got
the Vimeo connection logs

for the account you used,
which led us to your IP address

and then your home address.

That's why you're sitting here.

What my partner's
trying to say is

you're on a path to a hell,

and we're not talking
the thousand virgins kind.

We're talking sharing
a prison shower

with a few Allah-hating Nazis
on the daily.

You're young.

Don't waste these years
behind bars.

All you gotta do is tell us
who's behind this.

Do you know Darlene Alderson?

Elliot Alderson,
do you know him?

Have you ever worked with him?

Tyrell Wellick,
is he your leader?

The tough, quiet kind.

Boys in Gitmo find
your type especially cute.

Whiterose.

Is Whiterose your leader?

Mr. Nouri, when I get bored,
I get very teed off,

and this silent treatment
of yours

is a straight-up sedative.

So this is the last time
I'm gonna ask you,

and, I urge you this time,
do not bore me.

Who is your leader?

Fsociety.

Just me.

Could have fooled me.

What's with
the Armani Exchange getup?

I came from a work party.

Copy that.

You good for the night?

You sure you can stay up?

Just did an eight ball,
so I'm golden.

Maybe we should have
some sort of signal

when I'm coming and going

so you know it's me.

How about you just tell me?

That's a good signal.

Good night.
Wait, are you going to sleep?

I was gonna
walk Flipper first.

Cool, I'll come with.

Okay, so,
just thinking out loud,

but, if I do follow him
and find Tyrell

and the Dark Army
and shit goes down,

like, bad shit,
you'd get vengeance, right?

Like, if I die or something,
you'll kill whoever did it,

and, obviously,
I'll do the same for you.

Like, like a vengeance pact.

Is that even a thing?

It can be our thing.

You in?

Fuck yeah, I'm in.

Cool.

Darlene...

I'm sorry.

I treated you like shit
for weeks.

I shouldn't have been
pushing you away.

You're my fucking sister.

I should've believed you.

We've got
the fsociety video traced

right to that asshole's
apartment.

We got more than half the FBI
across the country

chasing Tyrell Wellick,
and you're asking that yahoo

about the mythical Whiterose
from the land

of Dark Web Fairy Tales?

Come on, Dom, Whiterose
is a boogie man story

for the Dark Army.

Groups like these
don't have leaders.

The Dark Army isn't like
any other group.

And I'm tired of being
the only one that questions

their involvement in this.

No doubt they're involved,
but this video is fsociety

to the bone, and ever since
we picked up our guy,

fsociety chatter
is off the charts.

Makes sense if they're planning
to make good on their threat,

and we just snagged
one of their operatives.

This guy practically
handed us his location.

I don't like it.

Okay, but isn't
every Dark Army member

trained to pull a trigger
on themselves

in lieu of getting caught?

Why'd he surrender?

I checked
with the other facilities.

Elliot's been rerouting
the shipments

all over the country.

No, no, no, no, no, no!

Why am I even surprised?

I told you this would happen.

You know him.

You know he can't be trusted.

He's behind
the shipping delays.

This is explains everything.

This manifest was
a fucking mirage.

And on top of that,
you've agreed

to a new timeline?

That was before I knew
about all of this.

I came here
to talk about our options.

Options?
We have no fucking options!

What happened
to your perfect plan?

You placed him at E Corp
to speed up the consolidation,

not to stop it.

We're worse off
than where we started.

Why did you even let him
work there in the first place?

It was the best way
to manage him.

This doesn't change anything.

This can still be salvaged.

This is all your fault.

No, it's all his fault.

The Dark Army needs to know
what he's done.

You know that
you can't tell them.

You understand
the consequences.

And not just for Elliot,
for all of us.

Well, maybe I can reason
with them.

Never appeal
to a man's better nature.

He may not have one.

This isn't impossible.

We arrange to have
the western-most states

ship their records by plane.

Our trucks will handle
the East Coast.

We just need to stay focused.

Everyone will notice
the trucks.

It will draw too much
attention.

If we move the paper
over the weekend,

we can operate under the radar.

In the meantime, I'll have
Elliot's access revoked

to make sure that he doesn't
interfere again.

What?

You can promise
this motherfucker

won't stop us again when he
wakes up in the morning?

You can talk to me.

Okay.

Face it, Elliot,
if that's who

I'm even talking to.

We work nights together
for over six weeks to prepare

this project,
but you spend your days

ruining all we've accomplished.

You, as a person,
make no sense.

You're a liability.

Our goal hasn't changed.

I can't follow
this back-and-forth anymore.

You had one simple directive...

to maintain control
until the plan was executed.

It doesn't work that way.
There's no on/off switch.

Then tell me,
how does it work?

'Cause I don't even know
which Elliot

I'm talking to right now.

How it works
is I am here now.

Don't forget whose operation
this is.

I once thought you
to be a god.

I loved you.

But now I see how foolish I was
and how inferior you are.

Like a fucking cockroach.

You messed up
for the last time.

I'm taking over.
So, no.

This is no longer
your operation.

This is mine.

Listen to me,
you Swedish scumfuck.

This is my revolution.

I am the architect.
Do you understand?

The only reason you are here is
because I allowed you to be.

Don't forget I could've
pulled that trigger twice.

He is fucking crazy.
I want him out, out!

He's unfit to run this op.

You okay?

Hey.

Look me in the eyes and tell me
that you're okay.

Shit.

What's happening?

He's here.

Angela?

Why is he here?

Hey, it's okay.

- What are you doing?
- Calm down.

Where am I?

Calm down.
Everything's gonna be...

Please tell me know you
what's happening.

It's okay.

Just tell me you know
what's happening.

Please, tell me
you know what's happening.

Tell me you know
what's happening.

Tell me you have something.

Buy me a drink.

I've been covering your ass
the last week.

You disappeared.

All I've gotten is
one text saying

you might have a development,
and now you want me

to buy you a drink?

You almost got me busted
by my own brother, remember?

Yeah, I'm still butthurt
about that,

in case you were wondering.

And you never told us
what you two talked about

when he came to the safe house.

Yeah, well, maybe I'm just
tired of being a traitor.

Maybe I just wanna be
a normal person

for one fucking minute, okay?

So how about you
buy me...

a drink?

You know I could
get in trouble

for meeting up with you
like this, one-on-one?

You're supposed to be
at the safe house.

Yeah, well,
we tried it your way,

and Elliot ended up
almost making us.

Okay, now we're trying it
my way.

What'll you have?

Bourbon, Eagle Rare, neat.

On her tab.

Okay, you got your drink.

Now tell me what else you got.

You said you're from Jersey.
What part?

I don't have time
for Q and As.

My way, remember?

I need to know what you have.

Well, I'll tell you
what I don't have.

I have no friends.

I have no social contact.

I have no life because of you.

Now, you said
you're from Jersey.

You don't fucking say.

What part?

The world-renown town
of Teaneck.

- Siblings?
- Two brothers.

Relationship status?

How many of these
do I have to go through?

Relationship status?

Okay...

On again/off again
with someone,

but they're not really the one
or anything like that.

Ah, the old pronoun game.

I experimented with that
for a bit.

It's all good with me.

Thanks for your approval.

It's 2015 now.
Why the coded dialogue?

FBI doesn't approve
of muff-divers?

Let's just say
it keeps things simple.

Whatever diddles
your skittle.

What about you?

Well, my last relationship
didn't end very well.

You were there, remember?

Shit.

This is why I don't do
the social thing.

Darlene, I get
this is tough for you.

We've got a lot of intel
that says something

is happening and soon.

From the looks of it,
it could be big.

We need to get Tyrell
before it's too late,

which means you need to tell me
if you know something.

I think I have a lead,
but I need to go at it alone

without a wire.
That's not gonna happen.

Well, tough titties,
it's the only way

I'm doing this,

because, when I do this,

and you're all popping Cristal
after you land Tyrell,

understand something...

it's game over for me.

I may have immunity,
but I'm gonna lose my brother.

No can do, Kathmandu.

This needs to happen by Monday.

But I can't work
with him anymore.

Elliot is dead to me.

Our partnership is over.

Uh-huh, and...

Shipping paper records
from 71 buildings

across the country to New York
over this weekend?

It would draw
too much attention.

That sounds like a YP,
not an MP.

I don't know what to tell you.

Whiterose is strict
about her schedule.

Be reasonable.

I'm back at the beginning.

Give me more time.

As I said, has to happen
on Monday.

Why the change in deadline?

You knew there were delays.

This mad rush isn't worth
the risk.

You keep squawking
as if I'm gonna give you

a different answer.

Look, you get this done,
we all take a nice vacation.

I've been looking for some time

to finish my book.
You don't understand.

I lost my partner.

We were supposed to be
gods together, but it's over.

Tyrell, I get that you
and Elliot are having

interpersonal issues.

Sometimes coworkers find

that they aren't the right fit,
but they still gotta finish

the job, you know?

Besides, you and I both
know this has nothing

to do with Elliot being a god.

If he is no longer with you,
if he cannot finish the job,

well, that proves one thing.

You are the god, not him.

And I am damn confident
that you will find a solution

to our timing issue.

You were destined for this,
Tyrell.

This is your moment.

This is the moment
you were born for.

You cannot turn away now.

Yes.

There is a way.

First, the baby monitor.

I haven't been able
to connect in weeks.

They must've set up
a new system.

Regardless, I want to see them
in person instead.

My wife, my son, and I

will go
to the Ukraine, together,

on Monday
after the plan is complete.

They don't extradite
to the U.S.

I want your word.

I'll get into that.

Okay.

Do me a favor and
check on Joanna.

I've been reading online,
and it seems

she's been maintaining
a low profile.

Make sure she's okay and
inform her of the plan.

Of course.

And Irving?

There's one last thing I need
in order to execute.

What's that?

The full force
of the Dark Army.

Your message said
this was urgent.

I'm coming to you because
I don't have just cause

for this request,

but I need it
to happen quickly.

Go on.

I need you to fire
Elliot Alderson.

Ban him from any and all

E Corp branches
and subsidiaries.

And why do you want me
to fire him?

I have my reasons.

Explaining them won't help,
but my discretion on them

is important to me.

And you're comfortable
making this decision?

Mr. Price, I know
this random employee

doesn't matter to you.
He's just a number.

You can continue to question me
because you seek

my true reasons,
or you can deny my request

because I'm overreaching.

But I'll return the favor.

You know I'm good for it.

If you want my reasons,
I'll have to restate

what I said.

They are mine,
and my discretion on them

is important.

And this is your request?

It is.

Consider it done.

Thank you.

You still there?

Yes, it's me.

Relax, I said it's me.

How are you feeling?

Are you gonna tell me
what happened?

We've been over this.

Elliot saw everything.

I had to knock him out,
and now we're here.

I was asking
about your phone call.

We're good to go.

Price said yes, but you're
staying here this weekend.

Can't have any more accidents.

He's gonna wake up again.

He saw you and Tyrell.

He only saw us
for a few seconds.

Maybe he won't remember.

And, if he does,
I'll handle it.

You just do what you do best.

Fight him off.

I told you this would happen.

I told you that he would
find a way to stop us.

Stage 2 has been
completely derailed.

What is it?

Irving.

He says we'll be ready to go
on Monday.

Darlene: Open up.

Any day, dude, it's me.

Elliot?