Quotes

eps1.0_hellofriend.mov [1.1]

[narrating] Hello friend. Hello friend? That's lame. Maybe I should give you a name. But that's a slippery slope, you're only in my head, we have to remember that. Shit, this actually happened, I'm talking to an imaginary person. What I'm about to tell you is top secret. A conspiracy bigger than all of us. There's a powerful group of people out there that are secretly running the world. I'm talking about the guys no one knows about, the ones that are invisible. The top 1% of the top 1%, the guys that play God without permission. And now I think they're following me.

eps1.0_hellofriend.mov [1.1]

Krista Gordon: What is it about society that disappoints you so much? Elliot Alderson: Oh, I don't know. Is it that we collectively thought Steve Jobs was a great man, even when we knew he made billions off the backs of children? Or maybe it's that it feels like all our heroes are counterfeit. The world itself's just one big hoax. Spamming each other with our burning commentary of bullshit masquerading as insight. Our social media faking as intimacy. Or is it that we voted for this? Not with our rigged elections, but with our things. Our property. Our money. I'm not saying anything new. We all know why we do this. Not because Hunger Games books makes us happy. But because we wanna be sedated. Because it's painful not to pretend. Because we're cowards. Fuck society.

eps1.0_hellofriend.mov [1.1]

My dad was a petty thief. Never could hold down a job. So he just robbed. Convenience stores, shops. Small-time stuff. One time, he sat me down. He told me something I never forgot. He said, "Everyone steals. That's how it works. You think people out there are getting exactly what they deserve? No. They're getting paid over or under, but someone in the chain always gets bamboozled. I steal, son. But I don't get caught. That's my contract with society. Now, if you can catch me stealing, then I'll go to jail. But if you can't then I've earned the money." I respected that man. I thought that shit was cool, as a little kid. A few years after that, they finally caught him. Sent him to jail. He dies five years later. My respect goes with him. I thought he was free doing what he did, but he wasn't. He was in prison. Just like you are now, Elliot. But I'm gonna break you out.

eps1.0_hellofriend.mov [1.1]

Mr. Robot: Hey, you like Ferris wheels? Ah, it's beautiful. It gets better the higher up you go, you know. I love it up here. You like it? Elliot Alderson: I'm here to tell you I'm turning you in. I'm giving them all the information. Mr. Robot: Let me tell you why you're really here. You're here because you sense something wrong with the world. Something you can't explain. But, you know it controls you and everyone you care about What are you talking about? Money. Money hasn't been real since we got off the gold standard. It's become virtual. Software, the operating system of our world. And, Elliot, we are on the verge of taking down this virtual reality. Think about it. What if you could take down one conglomerate? A conglomerate so deeply entrenched in the world's economy that "too big to fail" doesn't even come close to describing it? Elliot Alderson: You wanna create another financial meltdown like the one we just had, but way worse. Yeah, why would I want that? Everyone would lose

eps1.0_hellofriend.mov [1.1]

You don't take down a conglomerate by shooting them in the heart. That's the thing about conglomerates, they don't have hearts. You take them down limb by limb. And as they unravel, their illusion of control unravels.

eps1.0_hellofriend.mov [1.1]

[narrating] Sometimes I dream of saving the world. Saving everyone from the invisible hand, the one that brands us with an employee badge, the one the forces us to work for them, the one that controls us every day without us knowing it. But I can't stop it. I'm not that special. I'm just anonymous. I'm just alone.

eps1.0_hellofriend.mov [1.1]

Lloyd Chong: I think they got a rootkit inside the server. Gideon Goddard: What's a rootkit? Lloyd Chong: It's like a crazy serial rapist with a very big dick. Angela Moss: Jesus, Lloyd.

eps1.1_ones-and-zerOes.mpeg [1.2]

[narrating] 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 shitty 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.

eps1.1_ones-and-zerOes.mpeg [1.2]

"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.

eps1.1_ones-and-zerOes.mpeg [1.2]

Mr. Robot: 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? Elliot Alderson: Yo... You've been staring at a computer screen way too long, homie. Life's not that binary. Mr. Robot: 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?

eps1.1_ones-and-zerOes.mpeg [1.2]

The world is a dangerous place, Elliot, not because of those who do evil, but because of those who look on and do nothing.

eps1.1_ones-and-zerOes.mpeg [1.2]

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.

eps1.2_d3bug.mkv [1.3]

Gideon Goddard: We might get lucky, they might get sloppy, make a mistake, you know, catch some... Elliot Alderson: This is the world we live in. People relying on each other's mistakes to manipulate one another, use one another, even relate to one another. A warm, messy circle of humanity.

eps1.2_d3bug.mkv [1.3]

[narrating] The bug forces the software to adapt, evolve into something new because of it. Work around it or work through it. No matter what, it changes. It becomes something new. The next version. The inevitable upgrade.

eps1.2_d3bug.mkv [1.3]

People who get violent get that way because they can't communicate.

eps1.2_d3bug.mkv [1.3]

Mr. Robot: Without you, there is no plan. Elliot Alderson: That's it? It's over? You expect me to believe that? See you in another life. Did you hear that? I can't believe it. Is that really happening? Fsociety's finally over. The recent glitch in the otherwise neat reality I created over the years, I'll never slip up like that again. I'm gonna be more normal now. Maybe Shayla could even be my girlfriend. I'll go see those stupid Marvel movies with her. I'll join a gym. I'll heart things on Instagram. I'll drink vanilla lattes. I'm gonna lead a bug-free life from now on. Anything to protect my perfect maze. [pokes his head into Gideon's office] Hey, Gideon. Is that dinner still on for tonight? Gideon Goddard: Um, yeah, sure. Uh, uh, you want... You want to come? Elliot Alderson: Yeah. Gideon Goddard: Great. Elliot Alderson: Can I bring my girlfriend? Gideon Goddard: You have a girlfriend? Elliot Alderson: Well, I haven't asked her yet, but I will. Hopefully she'll say yes. Gideon Godda

eps1.2_d3bug.mkv [1.3]

[narrating] She's got her own private maze too. Shayla's bug was always elusive to me. Wanting normalcy but stuck in the outer fringes, not knowing how to participate. Just like me.

esp1.3_da3m0ns.mp4 [1.4]

Look, man, you... you might be able to hide it from these nerds, but I know a junkie when I see one. In your condition, you ain't gonna do Jack or Jill except puke your brains out or give hand jobs for another high.

esp1.3_da3m0ns.mp4 [1.4]

Qwerty: Don't be shy now. You can come closer. Unsettling I know, your pet beta fish chatting you up. But time's money, Elliot. Elliot Alderson: You need something? Your water, does it need changing? Qwerty: When you live in a fishbowl, ain't no such thing as change. My entire life's been spent in this thing, my whole world's on your side table. I look around. Same shit, different day. The lighting, the furniture, even the sounds. Always the same. I'm on a loop. And it won't stop unless my life does. I'm exhausted with this world. Elliot Alderson: What can I do? I wanna help. Qwerty: I think it's pretty obvious. There's really only one thing you can do for a brother in a fish bowl. Elliot Alderson: What is it? Qwerty: Move him to a god damn window!

esp1.3_da3m0ns.mp4 [1.4]

[narrating] Daemons. They don't stop working. They are always active. They seduce. They manipulate. They own us. And even though you're with me, even though I created you, it makes no difference. We all must deal with them alone. The best we can hope for...The only silver lining in all of this...is that when we break through, we find a few familiar faces waiting on the other side.

esp1.3_da3m0ns.mp4 [1.4]

[narrating] There's a saying. The devil's at his strongest when we're looking the other way, like a program running in the background silently, while we're busy doing other shit. Daemons, they call them. They perform action without user interaction. Monitoring, logging, notifications. Primal urges, repressed memories, unconscious habits. They're always there, always active. We can try to make a difference, but it's all bullshit. 'Cause intentions are irrelevants. They don't drive us. Daemons do. And me? I've got more than most.

esp1.3_da3m0ns.mp4 [1.4]

Angela Moss: You're not worried? Shayla Nico: Worried about what? Angela Moss: I don't know. I always get worried before starting a new job. Shayla Nico: No. I am definitely not worried. Worry's a waste of time. I mean, shit didn't work out at one job, so I got another. That's all! You worry a lot, don't you? Angela Moss: Yeah. Shayla Nico: Look in the mirror. See that badass bitch? That's the only person you should ever worry about.

esp1.4_3xpl0its.wmv [1.5]

Tyrell Wellick: So they tapped you for CTO, yes? Tyrell Wellick: Don't be surprised. Scott Knowles: Suspicious is more accurate. I was beginning to wonder why you set this dinner. Four people in the world know about my conversations. Somehow you're number five. Tyrell Wellick: Then I'm exactly what you need in a right hand. Scott Knowles: So that's what this is about. Tyrell Wellick: Isn't everything about something? Scott Knowles: If you were me, would you trust you as your right hand? Tyrell Wellick: If I were you, I wouldn't have even let me in the house.

esp1.4_3xpl0its.wmv [1.5]

[narrating] Nothing is actually impenetrable. A place like this says it is, and it's close, but people still built this place. And if you can hack the right person, all of the sudden you have a piece of powerful malware. People always make the best exploits. I've never found it hard to hack most people. If you listen to them, watch them, their vulnerabilities are like a neon sign screwed into their heads.

esp1.4_3xpl0its.wmv [1.5]

Elliot Alderson: Think about it, Bill. Bill Harper: Think about what? Elliot Alderson: If you died, would anyone care? Would they really care? Maybe they'd cry for a day, but let's be honest, no one would give a shit. They wouldn't. The few people that would feel obligated to go to your funeral would probably be annoyed and leave as early as possible. [steps closer] That's who you are. That's what you are. You're nothing. To anyone. To everyone. Think about it, Bill. Because if you do, if you let yourself, you'll know I'm telling you the truth. So instead of wasting any more of my time, I need you to go call someone that matters. Because Bill, you don't.

esp1.4_3xpl0its.wmv [1.5]

I've seen our waiter here for the last... seven years? Must be in his fifties. Divorced, second wife, more kids, and I wonder... What must he think of himself? His life's potential reached at a thirty grand a year salary... An economy car he still owes money on... Two-bedroom apartment, child support, coupons... I couldn't bear it, a life like that. The life of an ordinary cockroach whose biggest value is to serve me salad.

esp1.4_3xpl0its.wmv [1.5]

Tyrell Wellick: I know you framed Terry Colby. Elliot Alderson: I didn't. Tyrell Wellick: Your father worked at Evil Corp before he died. That's a matter of public record. I'm not turning you in, if that's what you're thinking. I don't even have proof, and even if I did, I don't care. Just wanted to know your weakness. Now I do. Revenge. How ordinary. Just like our waiter. But even extraordinary people, and I believe you are, are driven by human banalities. And unfortunately, we're all human. Except me, of course.

esp1.4_3xpl0its.wmv [1.5]

[narrating] My father picked me up from school one day and we played hookey and went to the beach. It was too cold to go in the water so we sat on a blanket and ate pizza. When I got home my sneakers were full of sand and I dumped it on my bedroom floor. I didn't know the difference, I was six. My mother screamed at me for the mess but he wasn't mad. He said that billions of years ago the world's shifting and ocean moving brought that sand to that spot on the beach and then I took it away. Every day he said we change the world. Which is a nice thought until I think about how many days and lifetimes I would need to bring a shoe full of sand home until there is no beach. Until it made a difference to anyone. Every day we change the world. But to change the world in a way that means anything that take more time that most people have. It never happens all at once. It's slow. It's methodical. It's exhausting. We don't all have the stomach for it.

esp1.5_br4ve-trave1er.asf [1.6]

[narrating] I, Elliot Alderson, am flight. I am fear. I am anxiety, terror, panic.

esp1.5_br4ve-trave1er.asf [1.6]

[narrating] I suppose a bullet through the brain is peaceful in its own right.

esp1.5_br4ve-trave1er.asf [1.6]

Scott Knowles: Look, I know you think you were a shoo-in for CTO, and you're pissed... probably wishing I'd fall onto the subway tracks. So how about you cut the bullshit. Tyrell Wellick: I'm afraid your paranoia has gotten the best of you but, nevertheless, please excuse me, I'll leave you to review your notes before Spencer arrives. Oh, and thank you for dinner. Entire evening was enchanting, the food, the wine, your lovely Sharon. Please tell her I say hello. Scott Knowles: [pauses] Did you enjoy the view... what, do you think she wouldn't tell me? Tyrell Wellick: I, I'm not sure what you're trying... Scott Knowles: You wanna watch me piss, too? I've had several glasses of water. Tyrell Wellick: Scott, a misunderstanding... Scott Knowles: Happy to pull my dick out for you if that's your thing, watching the Knowles family urinate. [unzips pants] Hell, I could fly my brother in from Miami, he has the bladder of a small child. You'd probably bust a nut watching him take a leak. Tyrell

esp1.5_br4ve-trave1er.asf [1.6]

[narrating] Remember when the panic would set in and we had a solution? Be honest, I miss that. Life is so much easier when you're numb.

esp1.5_br4ve-trave1er.asf [1.6]

[narrating] For all his insane and inhumane ideas, he does understand the world. The wild savagery of the world.

esp1.5_br4ve-trave1er.asf [1.6]

Fernando Vera: My own brother. That's what the universe asked of me. To be my brother's keeper. Like Cain after Abel, I'll be a fugitive and wanderer on the earth. Brave fugitive. Brave wanderer. Look how you helped me! That's the kind of bravery I've been talking 'bout! But--But now... now I want you to look at Isaac. [Grabs Elliot's face and tilts his head down] Look! Dead proof. My operation is over. So go on, crash it. Burn it to the ground. Doesn't matter. I'm gone. A spirit. One with all the heavens. All existence. Elliot: [a car pulls up and DJ and Fernando Vera walk over] Shayla. Where is she? Fernando Vera: Keys, yo. [DJ throws him the keys and gets into the car] Told you you'd get her back, bro. You just didn't realize... [indicates the trunk of Elliot's car] she was with you the whole time.

esp1.6_v1ew-s0urce.flv [1.7]

Krista Gordon: Elliot? I wasn't expecting you. Elliot Alderson: I'm here for my appointment. Krista Gordon: Well, you can slip in before my first patient. Elliot Alderson: You told me I should tell you the truth. Krista Gordon: Yes. Elliot Alderson: Everything I say will still be protected and confidential? Elliot Alderson: I've been lying to you. I don't take my pills. But you don't either. Your refill frequency for Ativan doesn't match your prescription divided by the dosage. This morning... you bought a tall hazelnut latte. Paid for it on your Evil Corp card. By text, you justified the indulgence to your sister because Evil Corp gives you double rewards. But those points only accumulate on travel expenses. You're not good with money. On paper, your Thursday 2:00, Marilyn O'Brien, is your doppelganger. I think you're encouraging her to leave her husband... because you're tired of being dumped. You like porn, especially anal. Whether you like it yourself, I don't know. That's not rele

esp1.7_wh1ter0se.m4V [1.8]

We're all living in each other's paranoia. You definitely can't argue that. Is that why everyone tries to avoid each other?

esp1.7_wh1ter0se.m4V [1.8]

Trenton: Have you ever considered which part of our scheme motivates you? When the Dark Army bailed, you didn't care if pushing a button would bring about an economic revolution. You want momentary anarchy. The others - Mobley likes palling around, Romero wants a whiff of fame. Those reasons depress me. Darlene Alderson: What's the part you want? Trenton: My parents were born in Iran. They came here like everybody else, for freedom. But my dad works 60hr weeks to determine tax loopholes for a millionaire art dealer. My mom ran up loans into five digits to get an online degree. They won't shut up about how great America is, but they're going to die in debt doing things they never wanted to do.

esp1.7_wh1ter0se.m4V [1.8]

[narrating] Hackers. We inherently trust no one, including each other. I'll never be able to tell her there will always be this divide, my walls she can't look over...and she knows it.

esp1.7_wh1ter0se.m4V [1.8]

Every hacker has her fixation. You hack people. I hack time.

esp1.7_wh1ter0se.m4V [1.8]

[narrating] I hurt Krista. I don't feel good about that. I hope you're not mad at me, but you have to admit she is just like everyone else. Too afraid to peek over their walls for fear of what they might see. Not me. That's what I do. I look.

esp1.8_m1rr0r1ng.qt [1.9]

[narrating] You're gonna make me say it, aren't you? I am Mr. Robot.

esp1.8_m1rr0r1ng.qt [1.9]

Angela Moss: You're gonna be okay. Elliot Alderson: I think I'm pretty fuckin' far from okay.

esp1.8_m1rr0r1ng.qt [1.9]

[to Elliot] Don't take this the wrong way but I envy you. I wish I could talk to my mom again even if she isn't real.

esp1.8_m1rr0r1ng.qt [1.9]

Tyrell Wellick: How long has this been going on? Elliot Alderson: I don't know. Tyrell Wellick: And what is it that you're doing exactly? Elliot Alderson: Encrypting all the files, all the Evil Corp's financial records will be impossible to access. The encryption key will self-delete after the process complete. Tyrell Wellick: What about the backups? Elliot Alderson: I took care of that too. China... Tyrell Wellick: Steel Mountain? Of course, even when we went redundant. Elliot Alderson: I hacked the AirDream network. I was in all of them. Tyrell Wellick: You really thought of everything. Who else was involved? Elliot Alderson: Just me. Tyrell Wellick: Well, now it's you and me. I've always told we'd end up working together, Elliot. But still, I have to know. Why did you do it? What did you hope to accomplish by doing all of this? Elliot Alderson: I don't know. I wanted to save the world.

esp1.9_zer0-day.avi [1.10]

Oh, you're still thinking about this morning. I don't think I'll ever get that image out of my head. Between you and me, I was glad he killed himself. He was not a very good person. He had a gambling problem. He drank too much. Most notably, he was weak. His instincts left a lot to be desired. Oh, I despise people like that. In fact, I felt the world was a little better off knowing he wasn't in it anymore. Uh, I believe even his family will benefit from this, in the long run.

esp1.9_zer0-day.avi [1.10]

[narrating] So this is what a revolution looks like? People in expensive clothing running around? Not how I pictured it.

esp1.9_zer0-day.avi [1.10]

[narrating] A simple program, a worm that can make data unreadable, malware that took Darlene maybe two hours to code. Is that really all it takes to kill the world?

esp1.9_zer0-day.avi [1.10]

You're losing it, kiddo. I'm only supposed to be your prophet. You're supposed to be my God.

esp1.9_zer0-day.avi [1.10]

Is any of it real? I mean, look at this, look at it! A world built on fantasy! Synthetic emotions in the form of pills! Psychological warfare in the form of advertising! Mind altering chemicals in the form of food! Brainwashing seminars in the form of media! Controlled isolated bubbles in the form of social networks. Real? You want to talk about reality? We haven't lived in anything remotely close to it since the turn of the century! We turned it off, took out the batteries, snacked on a bag of GMOs, while we tossed the remnants into the ever expanding dumpster of the human condition. We live in branded houses, trademarked by corporations, built on bipolar numbers, jumping up and down on digital displays, hypnotizing us into the biggest slumber mankind has ever seen. You'd have to dig pretty deep, kiddo, before you can find anything real. We live in a kingdom of bullshit, that even you have lived in for far too long. So don't tell me about not being real: I'm no less real than the fuck

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt1.tc [2.01]

[narrating] At 2 p.m. we'll checkout a basketball game. Hot Carla, the local pyro is usually there. She's become like my personal totem. I still don't understand why people like sports. They get emotional over the weirdest things. But I do see the beauty in the rules. The invisible code of chaos hiding behind the menacing face of order.

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt1.tc [2.01]

[about Seinfeld] Maybe that's the show's point, that shit is just pointless, ya know? Life, love, and the meaning's therein. I tell you, the human condition is a straight up tragedy, cuz.

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt1.tc [2.01]

You might not think it's a way to live, but why not? Repeating the same tasks everyday without having to think about them. Isn't that what everybody does - keep things on repeat? To go along with the NCIS's, their Lexapro. Isn't that where it's comfortable - in the sameness?

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt1.tc [2.01]

This control you think you have, it's an illusion.

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt1.tc [2.01]

[narrating] How do I take off a mask when it stops being a mask? When it's as much a part of me as I am?

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt1.tc [2.01]

[narrating] We keep fighting. Like the world we unmasked, we will find our true selves again. Maybe, after wiping away the thick, grimy film of Facebook friend requests and Vine stars, we can all see the light of day.

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt2.tc [2.02]

In the fallout of the Great Depression, FDR closed all the banks for a bank holiday and then he reopened them in stages when they were reported to being sound. Later, historians discovered what we in this room now know; that those reports, they are mostly lies. Nevertheless, it worked, it worked because the public believed the government had everything under control. You see? That is the business model for this great nation of ours. Every day when that market bell rings, we con people into believing in something - the [w:American Dream|]], or family values, could be freedom fries for all I care. It doesn't matter, as long as the con works and people buy and sell whatever it is we want them to. If I resign, then any scrap of confidence the public is already clinging onto will be destroyed. And we all know the con doesn't work without the confidence. If this was the best idea you could come up with for a win, I shouldn't be the one resigning. I have to head back to New York. Let me know

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt2.tc [2.02]

[narrating] When you look closely at the seams between order and chaos, do you see the same things I see? The strain, the tears, the glimpses of truth hidden underneath. Why do they fight so desperately to mask what they are? Or is it that they become who they are when they put on the mask? Sometimes I wonder what you hide behind, my silent friend. What mask do you wear? Or are you just as afraid as the rest of them? Me? Am I afraid? Nah, man. I'm different.

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt2.tc [2.02]

Guy walks up to a woman at a bar. He flirts with her, he makes small talk, but the woman insists she isn't going to go home with him. Guy says, "What if I offer you a million dollars to sleep with me?" The woman has never had a million dollars in her life. She stops and considers the offer very seriously. Guy changes his mind and says, "What if I change my offer to a dollar instead?" The woman is aghast, "What kind of woman do you think I am?" Guys says, "Well we've already figured that out, now we're just negotiating."

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt2.tc [2.02]

Look at these guys, what do you see? A lot of care and effort that amounts to a pretty shitty game. What does Maxine see? A bunch of dumb animals who can't think past getting a ball in a hoop. What do they want you to see? Badass homies, ready to kill if you step to them. The question is, which is the truth? Maybe all of them. Maybe none of them. Maybe truth don't even exist. Maybe what we think is all we got.

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt2.tc [2.02]

Brock: It's obvious why they use you as their patsy. You give off a very sympathetic, honest vibe. You're the perfect vessel for their lies. Gideon Goddard: Yeah, well, I don't... I don't know what to say to that but, uh... I'll agree with you that, uh... it sure as hell feels like there's something bigger than me in control. Brock: Thank you. Gideon Goddard: For what? Brock: Tomorrow, I'm gonna be a hero. Gideon Goddard: I'm sorry? Brock: You may just be a patsy, but you're an important one. In fact, I don't think I've ever met a bigger crisis actor than you before. This is for our country.

esp2.0_unm4sk-pt2.tc [2.02]

Mr. Robot: What do they see when they see you coming? Elliot Alderson: [narrating] And this is why I'm different. Sometimes my mask takes over. [aloud] Why did you talk to him? Mr. Robot: Because I'm gonna make you realize. Elliot Alderson: What? What will you make me realize? Mr. Robot: That they see me.

esp2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd [2.03]

[narrating] It was feeling good, for a few days. It really was, wasn't it? But this is the fifth day of not sleeping, I think. "Fifth"... Isn't that a funny word? Shit. There it is again. Panic. Here it comes again. Remember? That sudden sensation of fear. Overwhelming fear. Burrowing its way underneath my brain. Making itself at home. Nesting. Screaming in my mind.

esp2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd [2.03]

Mr. Robot: I have burrowed underneath your brain. I am nested there. I am the scream in your mind. You will cooperate, my son. I will make you, because I own you. Elliot: I will not be owned.

esp2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd [2.03]

[narrating] Mr. Robot has become my God, and like all gods their madness takes you prisoner.

esp2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd [2.03]

[narrating] Is that what God does? He helps? Tell me, why didn't God help my innocent friend who died for no reason while the guilty roam free? Okay, fine. Forget the one-offs. How about the countless wars declared in his name? Okay, fine. Let's skip the random, meaningless murder for a second, shall we? How about the racist, sexist, phobia soup we've all been drowning because of him? And I'm not just talking about Jesus. I'm talking about all organized religion...exclusive groups created to manage control, a dealer getting people hooked on the drug of hope, his followers nothing but addicts who want their hit of bullshit to keep their...their dopamine of ignorance, addicts afraid to believe the truth...that there is no order, there's no power, that all religions are just metastasizing mind worms meant to divide us so it's easier to rule us by the charlatans that want to run us. All we are to them are paying fanboys of their poorly written sci-fi franchise. If I don't listen to my imag

esp2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd [2.03]

Control is about as real as a one-legged unicorn taking a piss at the end of a double rainbow...You know that bullshit people say about how when you fall you gotta get up? I reject that shit, man. You know why? The whole thing is a fall, it can't help but be. A perpetual state of grasping in the dark. It's not about getting up, it's about stumbling, stumbling in the right direction. It's the only true way to move forward.

esp2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd [2.03]

[narrating] Maybe it's not about avoiding the crash. But it's about setting a break point to find the flaw in the code, fix it, and carry on until you hit the next flaw, the quest to keep going...to always fight for footing. Maybe we're all just stumbling from the right questions to the wrong answers, or from the right answers to the wrong questions. It doesn't matter where you go and where you come from, as long as you keep stumbling. Maybe that's all it takes. Maybe that's as good as it gets.

esp2.1_k3rnel-pan1c.ksd [2.03]

Tyrell Wellick: Don't tell me you're having second thoughts. You wouldn't want me to worry about you. Elliot Alderson: I need to know what's going on. Tyrell Wellick: It's not safe. I wish it were... oh how I wish, how I wish. I think about you a lot, Elliot. I think about that night, when we became gods.

esp2.2_init_1.asec [2.04]

[narrating] Asking for help was never Darlene's strong suit, but then again is it anyone's? An admission of weakness. But you can't avoid the simple truth - the only way to patch a vulnerability is by exposing it first. The flip side being that exposing the vulnerability leaves you open for an exploit.

esp2.2_init_1.asec [2.04]

[narrating] Annihilation is always the answer. We destroy parts of ourselves everyday. We photoshop our warts away, we edit the parts we hate about ourselves, modify the parts we think people hate. We curate our identity, carve it, distill it. Krista's wrong - annihilation is all we are.

esp2.2_init_1.asec [2.04]

You wanna help? Be a man and let me be upset.

esp2.2_init_1.asec [2.04]

Leon: You know, back in the age of Enlightenment, mo'fuckers used chess as a means of self improvement, 'cuz there wasn't no Tony Robbins DVDs back then - this was it. So what you playin' for then? If there's no who, then what's the what? What's it for? Elliot Alderson: Existence. Leon: Dope, that's some high stakes right there. So what you waitin' on? Elliot Alderson: What? Leon: Do you dream Elliot? You scrapin' so hard like you ain't never asked yourself this before. I said do you wanna be here right now? And I don't mean like here here, I mean like here in a cosmic sense, bro. Like, existence could be beautiful, or it could be ugly, but that's on you. Elliot Alderson: How do I know which one is for me? Leon: Dream. You gotta find out the future you're fightin' for. Sometimes you gotta close your eyes and really envision that shit, bro. If you like it, then it's beautiful; if you don't, then you might as well fade the fuck out right now.

esp2.2_init_1.asec [2.04]

Did you know that Moses heard voices too? Abraham, John, Paul, Jesus. In fact, many prophets confessed to hearing voices. People like you, what you have, it can be divinity, Elliot, if you let it.

esp2.2_init_1.asec [2.04]

You wanna unburden yourself, go jerk off. This is a road paved with your dead friends and family.

esp2.3_logic-b0mb.hc [2.05]

[narrating] 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 hack the world.

esp2.3_logic-b0mb.hc [2.05]

Mr. X: Ma'am, if I may, why drug him? It would have been just as easy to shoot and leave. Joanna Wellick: 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.

esp2.3_logic-b0mb.hc [2.05]

Zhi Zhang: "Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more." Dom Dipierro: You've surrounded yourself with the constant reminder of mortality. Zhi Zhang: There is much work to do. Great work! As each second passes, I push myself to keep moving. Dom Dipierro: You're making me think I need to invest in a decent watch.

esp2.3_logic-b0mb.hc [2.05]

Zhi Zhang: Now if I may ask, how does a young woman from New Jersey find her way into the FBI? Dom DiPierro: I was...I am disgusted by the selfish brutality of the world, but at the same time I am utterly fascinated by it. The FBI's the perfect place for that kind of contradiction.

esp2.3_logic-b0mb.hc [2.05]

Never trust a tech guy with a rat tail - too easy to carve secrets out of him.

esp2.4_m4ster-s1ave.aes [2.06]

Mr. Robot: Seriously, Elliot, it's been forever since that poor cop passed... Elliot Alderson: It's been twelve seconds!

esp2.4_m4ster-s1ave.aes [2.06]

Mr. Robot: Sometimes, lies can be useful, Elliot. Sometimes, they protect you. Tyrell Wellick: And sometimes, they help you get away with murder! Mr. Robot: When the truth is painful, son -- and it often is -- a lie is the only remedy. There's too much truth, too much honesty? That'll kill ya.

esp2.4_m4ster-s1ave.aes [2.06]

Elliot Alderson: This is it, isn't it? You've won. You've taken over. Mr. Robot: What's that, kiddo? Elliot Alderson: That's what this is. This road trip. This family vacation. I'm buried here. Mr. Robot: Nobody's won anything, Elliot. Especially not me. I'm just trying to help you put it all in the rearview as painlessly as possible.

esp2.4_m4ster-s1ave.aes [2.06]

[to Elliot] Before she got sick, Maxine lived like her own operator. Didn't seem to cross her mind that she belonged to someone. But in that basement she needed human hands to give her every scrap of food, every pill... occasional light. For the first time, she realized that she continued to breathe because someone else allowed it. That she had a master. Now I'm no vet, but I think that realization may have killed her before the parasites had a chance... Anyway, I'm a quit yappin, let you get some rest. Big days ahead. Work to do.

esp2.4_m4ster-s1ave.aes [2.06]

[narrating] Every relationship is a power struggle. Some of us need to be controlled.

esp2.5_h4ndshake.sme [2.07]

Angela Moss: Drop the contingency. You'll get your money. Mr. Moss: The inspections are there for a reason. Do you want what happened to your mom to happen again? Angela Moss: I'll make sure the inspections go forward internally. Mr. Moss: Is that how they're suckering you? Angela Moss: Trust me, they value me over there. Angela Moss: You laugh, but they respect me. Mr. Moss: ... I don't know who this person is in front of me, but I'm not agreeing to any of this. I don't trust them, and, to be honest, I don't trust you.

esp2.5_h4ndshake.sme [2.07]

Just remember cuz, you're sittin' underneath the sword of Damocles.

esp2.5_h4ndshake.sme [2.07]

Angela Moss: You protecting some evil, secret agenda? Phillip Price: Don't we all protect our evil secret agendas?

esp2.5_h4ndshake.sme [2.07]

[narrating] People always told me growing up that it's never about the destination, it's about the journey. But what if the destination is you? What if it's always been you?

esp2.5_h4ndshake.sme [2.07]

[narrating] Control can sometimes be an illusion, but sometimes you need illusion to gain control. Fantasy is an easy way to give meaning to the world, to cloak our harsh reality in escapist comfort. After all, isn't that why we surround ourselves with so many screens? So we can avoid seeing? So we can avoid each other? So we can avoid truth.

esp2.6_succ3ss0r.p12 [2.08]

Oh, the old malicious browser benchmark trick. I see you already owned this noob's whole system. I like it. Didn't your mom ever tell you not to surf websites that have an embedded stage-fright exploit? Can't drop the proverbial soap around a black hat bitch like this, Mobley.

esp2.6_succ3ss0r.p12 [2.08]

I'm 27. I have a six-figure salary at the biggest conglomerate in history. And I'm just getting started. That's who I am.

esp2.6_succ3ss0r.p12 [2.08]

[to Susan] The first time I saw you I was four. Still remember it. On the news, in the courtroom where they cleared E Corp of all the bullshit they put my family through... And you were in the back, behind a sea of suits, and you laughed. It was so quick, no one noticed. No one but me. Four-year old little me. So I am happy that I get to look you in the eye. I have taken down your company, taken over your home, and now I have you.

esp2.6_succ3ss0r.p12 [2.08]

Well, if this is the part of the conversation where you start throwing out ideas like acid and wood-chippers, I ain't obliging.

esp2.6_succ3ss0r.p12 [2.08]

Getting into the mind of a woman is the toughest route for even the best sources.

esp2.7_init_5.fve [2.09]

You don't want to be alone in a place like this, cuz.

esp2.7_init_5.fve [2.09]

Zhi Zhang: The next time you threaten my plant-- Phillip Price: What? What? The only move left in that scenario is a third World War. You see, I'm a mercenary. I don't play fair. I play what I want! When you deal with a mercenary, then all decorum gets tossed out the window. So you go ahead with your cute threats and your watch beeps. Order will not protect you anymore, my friend. I will reign chaos! Even if it hurts me. Because I would rather see you lose than win myself. Oh... that's all the time I have.

esp2.7_init_5.fve [2.09]

[to Angela] And that dream I had, when I was being drowned? It was when I stopped fighting it. When I finally let go and stopped struggling so much. That's when I survived.

esp2.7_init_5.fve [2.09]

[narrating] For me, there's no such thing as normalcy. My dead father appears and disappears at will. I talk to you, an invisible friend. I'd ask if you're normal, but you never talk back.

esp2.8_h1dden-pr0cess.axx [2.10]

That's my last advanced copy. It's trending on Amazon's Movers and Shakers. It's ahead of Trump's latest. Can you believe that cocksucker is actually running this time?

esp2.8_h1dden-pr0cess.axx [2.10]

Politics is for puppets.

esp2.8_h1dden-pr0cess.axx [2.10]

Terry Colby: Is there a pocket of the world you don't have your hand in? You're trading countries like playing cards. Phillip Price: Isn't that what history is all about? Politically, economically, and geographically? Imaginary lines being drawn and redrawn, over and over again. Terry Colby: Yeah...uh, Phillip, I gotta know. What do you do it for? I mean, all of it? Phillip Price: Honestly? Terry Colby: Yeah. Phillip Price: In my life as I was making my way, I always asked the question; am I the most powerful person in the room? The answer needed to be yes. To this day, I still ask that question. And the answer is still yes. In every room in the entire world, the answer is yes. With the exception of one. Or two. And that drives me. I intend to leave a legacy. The standard of which was set by God, when he created the earth, and man after his own image. Anything less is... not worth mentioning.

esp2.8_h1dden-pr0cess.axx [2.10]

[narrating] Is this the future I was fighting for? The system is hung, frozen in limbo. Did we lose the fight? Maybe wars aren't meant to be won, maybe they're meant to be continuous.

esp2.8_h1dden-pr0cess.axx [2.10]

Darlene Alderson: You know I always thought it was crazy we got away with this plan. Cisco Shaw: C'mon. Let's just get some rest. Darlene Alderson: I thought there was something special about me that made it happen. But it wasn't me. It's always been him. Never any of us. When I was five, our parents' took us to Coney Island, my dad's idea of an Alderson family outing. I remember looking up at this roller coaster thinking it was the highest thing I'd ever seen. Of course I wasn't tall enough so my dad went with Elliot while I waited with my mom. I don't remember how exactly but I ended up getting lost. Most kids get scared shitless when they're alone but... I loved it. All of a sudden I felt someone grab me by the waist and pick me up, and I didn't fight back. It was this old woman, she was skinny and tall, she had this smeared, almost pink lipstick. We went to Nathan's and she said I could have whatever I wanted. It was the first time I ever felt special. We started driving to her hou

esp2.8_h1dden-pr0cess.axx [2.10]

[narrating] How am I supposed to protect the ones I care about when every step I take puts them in greater danger. This was my plan, and I hid in a cage while everyone else took all the risk.

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt1.p7z [2.11]

[narrating] Angela's right. We can't beat them, but we don't have to lose to them either. Maybe there's a way to stop them from winning. Mr. Robot, the ever present silent observer, watching me at all times, even when I can't see him, listening in on our conversations. He's always a step ahead of me...cause he is me. Maybe he's the key to this. Maybe he's always been the key to this. What if I could be the silent observer?

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt1.p7z [2.11]

Jack Lew: I cannot do it. It's unconstitutional. Phillip Price: We're talking about rolling out e-coin loans. I fail to see how the Constitution fits into this logic. Look, with e-coin equal to one dollar, it'll free up the economy. It'll give you some breathing space. Jack Lew: You knew this was going to happen from the get go. And you're hitting me with this while there's an energy crisis across the eastern seaboard. Phillip Price: [shrugs] Uh huh, I am coming to you first, asking... Jack Lew: Don't give me that. The only reason why you're here first is because you don't want to get slapped with regulations. But if you are indeed asking, then I am saying no. Now, constitutionally, you can't make your own currency. That is the federal government's job! [pounds the table] We simply can't let you make big loans in e-coin that you wouldn't make in dollars. Phillip Price: [sighs] Jack. Look at me. I am not the problem here. The problem here is hard cash is fading rapidly. It's just the wa

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt1.p7z [2.11]

Whiterose: You've been here close to four hours. And yet you never thought to walk out that door. Angela Moss: The door was locked. Whiterose: I've always found doors fascinating inventions. The hold the entry to unlimited imagination. Before you open any door a world filled with possibilities is behind it, and it isn't until you open it that they are realized. Such potential they bring to our minds, and yet a lock stopped you from all of that. How...lazy.

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt1.p7z [2.11]

Fear. How easy a quicksand of time people let that become.

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt1.p7z [2.11]

Whiterose: I don't want your proof. I want your belief. Angela Moss: Belief in what? Whiterose: [long pause] Do you ever think that if you imagined or believed in something it would come true? Simply by will. Angela Moss: Yes. Actually I did believe that. But I'm slowly having to admit that's just not the real world. Even if I want it to be. Whiterose: Well, I guess it all depends on what your definition of real is.

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt1.p7z [2.11]

Tyrell Wellick: I know you've been under a lot of stress, but I've been under a lot of stress too. Can you even begin to imagine what it's been like for me? We can't talk out here. We're exposed. Let's go. Elliot Alderson: Go where? Tyrell Wellick: Enough of these games. Now, let's go. We're close. Elliot Alderson: Close to what? Tyrell Wellick: Have you forgotten everything? Dark Army told me that stage two is ready. When you see it, you'll be pleased. It worked Elliott. It's up to us now. Let me show you.

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt2.p7z [2.12]

[narrating] It's one thing to question your mind; it's another to question your eyes and ears. But, then again, isn't it all the same? Our senses just mediocre inputs to our brain? Sure, we rely on them, trust they accurately portray the real world around us, but what if the haunting truth is they can't? That what we perceive isn't the real world at all, but just our mind's best guess? That all we really have is a garbled reality, a truly fuzzy picture we will never make out?

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt2.p7z [2.12]

[to Tyrell] You're only seeing what's in front of you. You're not seeing what's above you.

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt2.p7z [2.12]

[to Darlene] Yeah, you keep trying to invoke the 5th amendment, but there's this thing called the Patriot Act that a bunch of people signed into law. Do you know what that means? It means that you are not on some TV show. This isn't Burn Notice. There are no blue skies for you out there. Characters like you are not welcome here. As far as anyone is concerned right now, you are an enemy combatant. You don't have any rights.

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt2.p7z [2.12]

[during her interrogation by Dom] Look, babe. I know how this works. You get close to me, play the sympathy card, relate to me. We're just two crazy wacky Jersey girls. Take advantage that I disclose what probably was the love of my life. And you act like you care. But that's just it - an act. Which is sick and twisted. I'd rather you arrest me and throw me into jail. But let's get something straight. You will not get anything out of me. So why don't you go read your manual and find the chapter on conniving cunts that don't give a fuck about you or your feelings and then get back to me with some real tactics? Otherwise, get me a lawyer. As far as I'm concerned, my only statement to you is that I saw my boyfriend go brainless last night at dinner. I ordered the breakfast combo and he stole some of my bacon. If you want any other details the answer is suck a dick.

esp2.9_pyth0n-pt2.p7z [2.12]

Angela Moss: [on the phone] Hello? Don't worry. It's Angela. Tyrell? Tyrell, are you there? It's okay. They told me you would be calling. This is a secure line. Are you with Elliott right now? Tyrell Wellick: Yes. Angela Moss: Okay, I'm on my way. Don't let anyone near him. I should be the first person he sees when he wakes up. Tyrell Wellick: Okay. Angela Moss: Tyrell, you did what needed to be done. Tyrell Wellick: I love him. Angela Moss: I do too.

eps3.0power-saver-mode.h

[narrating] It's times like these I wish I had a mute button for life.

eps3.0power-saver-mode.h

Elliot: I want confirmation. From her. Irving: You know that bullet we took out of you? We can easily put that right back in.

eps3.0power-saver-mode.h

Evil Corp killed my mom. And my whole life... I've always wanted justice for her death. But how do you bring justice to a conglomerate as untouchable as Evil Corp? I thought I would never win. Even after I found out about your crazy plan, I still didn't believe it was possible. Not until I met Whiterose. It wasn't until she opened my eyes that I could see how all of the damage that they've caused... Could finally be... undone. When we succeed... A whole new world will be born.

eps3.0power-saver-mode.h

[narrating] Darlene’s right. I can’t trust them. This was too easy. But at least I stopped them. For now. I can go home knowing that. But was she right about me? Am I sticking my head in the sand? Did my revolution just bury our minds instead of freeing them? Encrypting Evil Corp’s data was meant to empower us, but instead, it left us powerless, scaring us into even more submission. Five/Nine didn’t get rid of the invisible hand. It turned it into a fist that punched us in the dick. And, like a botnet, the fear I created is spreading so fast, it’s practically airborne. It’s swallowed us whole, digested us, and now we’re stuck in its asshole, waiting to be dumped out. And while we’re here, they are having their way with us. They’ve packaged our fight into product, turned our dissent into intellectual property, televising our revolution with commercial breaks. They’ve backdoored into our minds and robbed our truth, refurbished the facts, then marked up the price. This is what they do. Th

eps3.1_undo.gz

[narrating] But this doesn't mean I'm selling out, I'm just growing up. Signing up for a 401k, choosing an HMO plan with a good deductible, sign up for Trunk Club. Pop a few Zoloft. Join in on the live-action cartoon of 2D emotions that everyone else is in. I finally see the fatal exception error of my ways, and I know what to do now. I'm gonna fix the world I broke and put it back better than it was before.

eps3.1_undo.gz

[narrating] Maybe I fucked up an already fucked up world, but I'm fixing it now. Hitting undo. And friend, it feels great.

eps3.1_undo.gz

Get up. If you retract your statement, you will die. I'm not being overly emotional about this. It's just that's how little we care about your life. Forget this night ever happened, move on. Marry a nice, young lady who actually finds whatever you are charming. But understand one thing: as certain as the pain you're feeling right now, there is no option where you and Joanna see each other again.

eps3.1_undo.gz

Don't mistake my generosity for generosity.

eps3.1_undo.gz

Santiago: You're a CHS! You understand what that means, right? Darlene Alderson: I don't understand half the letters you guys throw at me. Santiago: Confidential. Human. Source. Darlene Alderson: Cool. Now I get it. See what speaking English can accomplish?

eps3.2_legacy.so

Tyrell Wellick: Don't you see what just happened? [as Mr. Robot unjams the gun] Wait, wait, wait! Do you not understand what just happened?! Mr. Robot: The only thing that happened is the gun jammed. It won't happen again. Tyrell Wellick: No, no, no, this is proof! Don't you understand, this is proof! Mr. Robot: Proof of what? Mr. Robot: Proof. Of. What?! Tyrell Wellick: When you told me I couldn't see what was above me, only in front of me... Mr. Robot: What the fuck are you talking about? Tyrell Wellick: We... are gods. Mr. Robot: You really are a lunatic. Tyrell Wellick: You held that gun point blank at me and fired. And yet, I'm standing right here talking to you. What are the chances? Mr. Robot: I don't know, but shit happens all the time! Tyrell Wellick: This wasn't chance! This was an act of God. And we have been invited into His circle to lead this revolution. Mr. Robot: You haven't been invited anywhere! You forced yourself in-- Tyrell Wellick: There's more to your plan than t

eps3.2_legacy.so

Frank Cody: I mean, the guy's a buffoon. He's completely divorced from reality. How would you even control him? Whiterose: If you pull the right strings, a puppet will dance any way you desire.

eps3.4_runtime-error.r00

Elliot Alderson: [narrating] Samar is right. HR is firing someone. Me. Fuck, I can't leave the building until I get back on a machine and figure out how they're planning on getting around my patch. [aloud] Samar, I need you to distract them for me. Samar: Wait, what? Elliot Alderson: [narrating, as he flees] Help me figure this out. Do not leave me. Stay focused. HR: We're looking for Elliot Alderson. Do you know where he is? Samar: Oh, yeah, yeah, he's on floor eleven. You know, they have the best bathrooms, and he likes to take his morning dump around this time. HR: Samar, you need to be serious right now. We have talked about these micro-aggressions of yours. Samar: I am being serious. He told me he was crowning his whole commute.

eps3.6_fredrick+tanya.chk

Irving: [pointing to nearby rooftop party] See that up there? Mr. Robot: What is this? Irving: You know why those people are enjoying themselves so much, even though thousands died today in the biggest attack in U.S. history? Mr. Robot: That wasn't my fault. That wasn't supposed to happen. I wanna know who made that call. Was it Tyrell? What about this other attack? That was never a part of my plan. Irving: See, kid, that's been your mistake the entire time, thinking this whole thing's about your silly little plan. No, your revolution was only allowed to happen 'cause it was bought and paid for people like them. Face it, no matter how hard you try... That's always the end result. Mr. Robot: What the hell? You're going in? Irving: Uh, mistress of a senator we got on the payroll. Powdered her nose with some bad shit, died a couple hours ago. I'm just here to make it scandal-free. You see what I mean? Literally, nothing can stop these shindigs, not thousands dead across the country, not a

eps3.6_fredrick+tanya.chk

Phillip Price: When you surprised me with Five/Nine, I understood your move. A false flag operation, a temporary global crisis to help me pressure the administration into giving you your damn Congo. All went according to plan, which leaves me struggling to find the upside to this. Why come after me? Whiterose: [pause] Think back on that fateful night. We sat, listening to a young woman playing a lyre. A lawsuit was brewing against my plant. You told me you would... Phillip Price: [in flashback] Handle that person as we usually do. Whiterose: [back in present] And yet, your pet project, Angela Moss, was allowed to continue with her lawsuit... which put my plant in jeopardy. Your job was simple: manipulate her, control her. You couldn't, so I had to. Phillip Price: You little piece of shit. Whiterose: Do not forget, I installed you as CEO only to protect my plant. You were meant to do what your predecessor couldn't, and look at what happened to him. And now, you will follow every order t

eps3.7_dont-delete-me.ko

That's the thing about deletion. It's not always permanent. There are many reasons you want to recover a file you just deleted. When you have that moment of panic, where it hits you, where that thing you thought had no value suddenly becomes important. Where you suddenly find your purpose for it... maybe there are still things left for me to do.

eps3.7_dont-delete-me.ko

Elliot Alderson: Why did you bail on me at the theater? I would have come here with you, if that's what you wanted. Mohammed: No, you wouldn't. You keep saying you have something you have to do. Elliot Alderson: I do have something to do. Now come on. We're going back. Mohammed: Why did you come to our house? Elliot Alderson: Yo, this isn't cool, okay? I gotta go. Mohammed: Is it that important? Elliot Alderson: Yes. Mohammed: Why? Elliot Alderson: It's none of your business. Mohammed: You're a baby. Elliot Alderson: You're annoying. Mohammed: You are. Elliot Alderson: This is a nightmare. Mohammed: You are! Elliot Alderson: So are you! Mohammed: I wish you were dead! Elliot Alderson: So do I!

eps3.7_dont-delete-me.ko

Mohammed: Did you know I could be President of the United States? Elliot Alderson: Yeah? Mohammed: My sister couldn't be. She wasn't born here. My mom and dad couldn't either. I'm the only person in my family who could be President. Isn't that cool? Mohammed: If I were President I would be able to stay here, in the house we live in. I would find a way to bring back my sister. I'd put the real bad guys in jail. And... And I'd make everyone eat Pop Tarts for dinner. And then make everyone be nice to me. Elliot Alderson: So you'd be a dictator.

eps3.7_dont-delete-me.ko

[narrating] Deletion. When you make that decision, there's always that moment of hesitation. That annoying "Are you sure?" dialogue box, and then you have to make a decision. Yes or no. Yes means ridding the world of Mr. Robot forever. That includes you. Maybe it's something I should have done a long time ago.

eps3.8_stage3.torrent

Mr. Robot: Okay. But your not seeing the big picture. Tyrell Wellick: There is no big picture! My son is in Denmark and my wife's dead. Mr. Robot: Oh, come on! You know damn well you don't go from most wanted man to hero unless the Dark Army has got plans for you. Tyrell Wellick: I earned my freedom. I played my part. That's the least they could give me. Mr. Robot: Horseshit. Your being added like a puppet just like the rest of us. Tyrell Wellick: No puppet. No puppet. You're the puppet! Mr. Robot: Wake up! You made a deal with a force bigger than you! Tyrell Wellick: This is a childish conspiracy. Mr. Robot: Childish? Who's the one that said we were gods, huh? Wake up. There are no gods. Our closest deities are a society of the richest, most influential men in existence. I'm done with this. Men who fuck over the rest of us for profit, for fun, and then leave us in the streets for dead. Just like your Joanna. Tyrell Wellick: You don't talk about my wife. Mr. Robot: Wouldn't she want yo

eps3.8_stage3.torrent

Tyrell Wellick: I know what this is. You're embarrassed that you fired me. There's no shame in admitting the truth. You're out of moves and your company needs me. E Corp needs my image, the face of a hero. That's why you're here. Phillip Price: Oh, Wellick, Wellick. It's not that I'm out of moves. It's that you're not worth one.

eps3.8_stage3.torrent

Mr. Robot: Five/Nine, fsociety... You knew the entire time, didn't you? Phillip Price: Five/Nine, yes. Well, not all the minutiae, of course. But since the cyber bombings, the breadcrumbs haven't been that difficult to follow. World catastrophes like this, they aren't caused by lone wolves like you. They occur because men like me allow them. You just happened to stumble into one of them. Mr. Robot: No, no. I ran the operation. I pushed the button. I am the one-- Phillip Price: There you go again. "I, I, I..." You are still thinking like a lone wolf. Mr. Robot: Why don't you tell me how I should be thinking? Phillip Price: Like a leader! Mr. Robot: I am a leader. Phillip Price: Then where are your followers? You can't force an agenda, Mr. Alderson. You have to inspire one.

eps3.9_shutdown-r

Mr. Robot: So. Ferris wheel. Cute touch. Elliot Alderson: I need information from you. Mr. Robot: You do not get to summon me like you're Ali Baba. Squeeze me for information, then shove me back in some lamp. Elliot Alderson: Darlene's in trouble! She might already be dead! Mr. Robot: The whole reason you're in this goddamn mess is because we're not working together, because YOU refuse to talk to me! Elliot Alderson: I wish that were true! The sick part is... I actually missed you. The only reason we haven't been talking is because I haven't let myself. Because I've been scared of you. The part of me that is you. Mr. Robot: Why are we talking now? Elliot Alderson: 71 buildings. Mr. Robot: I didn't know about that. Elliot Alderson: If you did, would you have done it? Elliot Alderson: Would you have done it? Mr. Robot: I would've... I would've found another way. Elliot Alderson: ...because as much as there is a part of you in me, there's a part of me in you.

eps3.9_shutdown-r

A story could have a mediocre beginning and middle, and oftentimes it does, but always gotta have a wow ending. Otherwise, what’s the point?

eps3.9_shutdown-r

Elliot Alderson: If one of us dies, everything gets leaked. Grant: Well, we can survive a leak. You can't survive a bullet through your throat.

eps3.9_shutdown-r

Darlene Alderson: Dom... Dom Dipierro: You are a terrible person. Don't ever convince yourself of anything else. All you deserve for the rest of your life is pure and utter agony. That'll begin to scratch the surface of how I feel about you. You've taken everything from me. My whole life...is ruined...because of you. Live with that. Die with that.

eps3.9_shutdown-r

Elliot Alderson: No, that's not what happened. Darlene Alderson: Trust me, I remember. You took your baseball bat and you smashed the window, and then you kept telling dad you were going to jump. Elliot you weren't pushed, you jumped. Elliot Alderson: I don't remember any of that. Darlene Alderson: Well I'm here to remember for you.

eps3.9_shutdown-r

Elliot Alderson: It wasn't Romero. It was you who exported the keys. Why? Mr. Robot: We're close, Elliot. You pull the ripcord now and everything will be for nothing. There was a huge cost to get to this point. I still believe if we hold out a little longer- Elliot Alderson: No. Mr. Robot: You do this, and they will have won. You really believe undoing this is gonna fix anything? Huh? Do you? I mean who is this really gonna help? Elliot Alderson: Me. I'm doing this for me. I can't live with what I did anymore. And you're wrong. They won't win. Because one good thing came out of all of this. They showed themselves. The top one percent of the one percent. The ones in control. The ones who play god without permission. And now I'm gonna take them down. All of them.

eps3.9_shutdown-r

Darlene Alderson: Can I help you, fellas? Fernando Vera: My sister, only the north stars of the cosmos can help a visionary like me. But, yes, you can shine a light on a dark corner of my mind. Darlene Alderson: What? Who are you? Fernando Vera: I'm just... I'm just a brave traveler who's finally come home.

401 Unauthorized

I know we don't usually do this, but I have to fill you in if he won't. That's why you're back, isn't it? To help? You gotta be noticing it, then, too. That he isn't talking to you. He doesn't talk to me that much, either, not since Angela died. Darlene's right. He's shutting down, compartmentalizing the pain, living in the distraction, just like the holidays: the plastic trees, the annoying Christmas carols. One big song-and-dance production to sell ourselves the theater that everything's jolly, at least for a moment. But when it's all over, Santa's gone back to his shitty day job. The trees get disassembled and thrown in a closet. The music's faded away. What then? That's why you can't go anywhere. I know he's keeping you away, but I'll let you in. Don't think I'm doing it for you, though. Let's be clear. I still don't give a shit about you, but he does. This does not feel right to me. E Corp owns the building. They own half of Manhattan. We stick to the plan. And right now, Elliot n

401 Unauthorized

Elliot Alderson: You tell that piece of shit that my anger won't die with me! And she can't hide from what's coming for her! You hear me?! You hear me?! DO YOU HEAR ME?! Say something...! Henchman: Goodbye, friend.

401 Unauthorized

Mother: You got too reckless. Your job was to control him. Mr. Robot: My job was to protect him. Mother: Your job was to protect all of us. Young Elliot: What's gonna happen? Mother: The inevitable. We're all gonna go away. I just didn't think it was gonna be like this.

402 Payment Required

There’s the cost of living and the cost of dying. Seems you’re paying the price whether you’re coming or going.

404 Not Found

I just got it. Why you wear that hoodie. I've never seen you in anything else. Black hoodie, black jeans, black shoes, always the same. I've been wondering this whole time, but now I finally get it. You don't care. Sure, why not? Silk tie, $6,000 suit. I mean, it sounds pathetic to say aloud, but I actually care. And you know what? That's why I'm a failure. My entire life, I've been an outsider, worried what other people think of me, how I can make them happy, because I needed their approval and their acceptance. But you never cared. The first day we met, there we were, Allsafe's most important clients roaming through the office, and you couldn't care less.

404 Not Found

I have lost absolutely everyone, my boyfriend, my best friend, my parents. The only one I have left is my brother, who is an asshole that treats me like absolute shit. But I'm really worried about him right now, and it pisses me off that I'm worried, because I am always worried about him, and he flat-out told me to fuck off. So why do I bother? I don't know. I don't know, I'm afraid this time it's different. I'm afraid he might be dead.

404 Not Found

Seems like we're always thinking of ourselves when looking for something that's lost, but we never think much about the lost, whatever, whoever is unable to be found, whether it's a set of keys left somewhere and forgotten, a couple of guys wandering aimlessly in the woods, or someone who's disappeared inside himself. What if that's what they wanted all along? Not to be found.

404 Not Found

Elliot Alderson: You're wrong. I don't like being an outsider either. Maybe I'm just good at hiding it. Tyrell Wellick: Why'd you come back? Why aren't you going? Elliot Alderson: I guess it felt wrong to leave you. Besides, I think you're the only person I know that actually likes me. You were right about one thing. I've known that we're gonna die since we walked out of that gas station and the van was gone. I don't think there's a way out of this for us. Tyrell Wellick: Why do you wanna keep going? Elliot Alderson: My sister. I have to warn her. I have to at least try. I got her into this mess. Same as last time and the time before that. I've been a horrible brother. I treated her like shit. Least I can do is call her and tell her to run... Maybe she can still escape.

404 Not Found

I'm just gonna go for a walk.

405 Method Not Allowed

It's okay; we don't have to talk.

405 Method Not Allowed

It's time we talked.

406 Not Acceptable

I'm gonna tell you a story. A story of a true "Xmas" miracle. This is the tale of a bully and a little bitch. I'm talking about a mean, nasty bully and a scrawny-ass little bitch. This bully would pick on the little bitch every day after school. If little bitch had cash, little bitch got robbed. If little bitch bowed up, little bitch got stomped. Point I'm trying to make here is, this bully owned that bitch like a Lincoln Continental, but something happened to change it all. On this Xmas of our tale, little bitch got lucky with the gifts, see? Something little bitch loved more than anything before family, God, and country was baseball. Loved the shit out of it. Well, on this Xmas morning when he got out of his little bedroom and looked under his little tree, guess what he found. An Easton Magnum aluminum baseball bat. Little bitch grabbed that bat and went right outside to play. Didn't even take the bow off, he was so excited. And there he was on the corner ball field, hitting balls li

406 Not Acceptable

You know I may work for monsters, but you are one. And you’re the worst kind, because you don’t even know it.

406 Not Acceptable

There it is. That sense of dread. It only happens when you cross a line you didn’t even know existed. Maybe that dread is a good thing. After all, when you realize you’ve crossed a line… that means you still had one. When those crossed lines are all behind you, up ahead is only darkness.

406 Not Acceptable

Here we go again, off to play the hero. But is that even who we are anymore? You saw what we did back there. We just watched him destroy someone's life and none of us did a thing about it. Rules, morals, parameters they only break if you're broken to begin with. Did we change under pressure, or did this only reveal who we really are? I don't know anymore.

407 Proxy Authentication Required

Mr. Robot: You wanna talk? Let's talk. Fernando Vera: How do I know it's you? I didn't see no puff of smoke. Mr. Robot: Let's get one thing straight, fuck-face. I ain't no puff of smoke. Fernando Vera: Welcome to the party, Mr. Robot.

407 Proxy Authentication Required

Peanuts: Where's your courage now, bitch? Mr. Robot: Right fuckin' here.

407 Proxy Authentication Required

Mr. Robot: This is cute and all, but I gotta be real with you. You're too stupid to do this. Fernando Vera: What is it that you think I'm doing, exactly? Mr. Robot: Trying to get inside my head. Fernando Vera: Oh, I'm already in there.

407 Proxy Authentication Required

Fernando Vera: 'Cause there's a method to Elliot's madness, and I think you know what it is. Mr. Robot: You wanna know what it is? I'll tell you what it is. He's smart. He's angry. Put those two things together, you stay the fuck out of the way.

407 Proxy Authentication Required

Mr. Robot: You said you wanna own this island and you need my help. So this job interview isn't about my credentials. It's about yours. And like I said, with your operation, I don't know if you could run a White Castle, much less New York. You want me to work for you. It's clear you don't wanna force me into it, which means you gotta start convincing me. Fernando Vera: Convincing you? Mr. Robot: Let's not play dumb. If she told you about me, I gotta think she told you about Five/Nine. So you know the things I've done, things I've been able to pull off. I'm not someone you push around with a gun. I am the gun. So yeah, you gotta convince me. Because right now, if this is your master vision, do yourself a favor. Go back to that little shaman of yours and shit some more, because you're clearly still full of it.

407 Proxy Authentication Required

So let me see if I got this. You wanna get into real estate. Is that it? Is that what all this is about? Is that really your groundbreaking epiphany here? No. That can’t really be it, is it? In your word salad, I heard something about drug dealing. Thing is, Pfizer and Eli are a few billion ahead of you, and they can buy your death with the same half-cent it costs them to make a pill. You wanna get into billboards? Download Photoshop. Make yourself a cute portfolio. Stores, with the debt everyone’s in, I’m sure they’ll gladly give them to you, in which case, you’ll just be owned by their banks. Trains are even more bankrupt and don’t even get me started on the NYPD. Even that blunt you wanna roll is gonna be marked up by Big Tobacco itself. Point is, this city is one big, fat credit card bill, and you wanna pay it, all so you can, what, be another suit with a mortgage?

407 Proxy Authentication Required

Behind every great fortune, there lies a great crime. That is the corporate motto of these United States. You wanna oink-oink with all the other capitalist pigs? It’s not about how much money. It’s about robbing money itself.

407 Proxy Authentication Required

You know what? You don't need Mr. Robot. He barks a lot, but he ain't the bite behind all that havoc you wreaked, is he? See that right there, that's why you my dude. I'm more scared of you than him. You got something to show me? Then let the show begin.

407 Proxy Authentication Required

Elliot Alderson: Why-why-why-why would he do- Fernando Vera: There is no why. You weren't the one in control. I know it's hard to go on when you're carrying this around, but you can. Elliot Alderson: How? Fernando Vera: You don't carry it alone. I'm here with you, bruh. Elliot Alderson: You. You did this. You did this to me. Fernando Vera: I did it for you! Elliot Alderson: No. No, I don't believe you! Fernando Vera: I did this because I could see this wound on your face! From the first time I met you, I just wanted to show you the light! Elliot Alderson: This is bullshit! Fernando Vera: Ain't no bullshit, bruh! The only thing that happened now is you finally faced the truth you've been looking away from your whole life! And now that you know the truth... You can use it. I know 'cause I done it. I been through it. My ma, she used to pass me around to her friends when she'd go out to get high. And let's just say, her friends... They took a lot from me. Your dad, he took a lot from you,

408 Request Timeout

Janice: Did you know that cities were created by lightning? It's true. I heard it on a podcast. Villages used to be made of organic materials. Mostly mud, sticks. Then one night about 12,000 years ago, lightning hit a chunk of limestone. Which formed a powder that we now know as...Anyone? Darlene: [groans] Cement? Janice: Very smart, Darlene! You're absolutely right. Just think what a different world it would be if that lightning had struck a tree or a puppy instead. But the lightning hit stone, and the people of Turkey awoke to find they were in the cradle of modern civilization, all from one moment of violent convergence. Isn't it wonderful? Destruction can be so productive.

408 Request Timeout

Janice: Who's this?! Deegan Maguire: Who the fuck is this? Janice: I asked you first. Deegan Maguire: This is Deegan, who's this? Janice: This is Janice. Deegan Maguire: Oh, yeah, the Dark Army lass! Listen, tell Dom, "thanks for the technicality, we're square now, et cetera, et cetera". Oh, and I'm really sorry about your boys. Janice: What do you mean? What "boys"? Deegan Maguire: The fellas guarding Dom's Mum's house. I had to give 'em a bit of the holy show back there, there weren't no other way. Janice: What-- Speak English! Deegan Maguire: I fuckin' killed 'em, dear. Shot 'em in the brains. With me gun. Don't worry, though, they died with dignity. Well, a few of 'em might've shat themselves, but I believe that's what the Frenchies call de rigueur, innit? Janice: Mister Deegan. I don't think that you have taken into account the primal forces you are meddling with here. If you proceed down this path, I will use every means at my disposal to make sure that you nev– Deegan Maguire: Y

408 Request Timeout

Mr. Robot: The only reason I'm here is to make sure no one ever hurts you. That was supposed to be your father's job, but he failed. He was too weak. [sniffles] But you. You were strong. You fought back... The only way you could. You brought me here, to protect you... From him. I tried to keep you safe. Only show you the memories when the two of you were friends before... I thought I could... store the truth so you'd never have to see it... or feel it. The fact is... I didn't wanna see it either. I made a terrible mistake. I was afraid. Afraid of what this would do to you... To us. This was never my secret to keep. And you deserved better than to live in darkness for so long. I'm so sorry. I failed you too. I understand if you can't forgive me or... If you decide to shut me out for good. Just as long as you know I am not your father. I never was. Elliot Alderson: I know. You're nothing like him. That's why I created you. You're the father I needed, not the father I had. Mr. Robot: If I

409 Conflict

Great. You decided to show. I know. You weren't expecting me. But I'm here for Elliot, same as you. What can you expect after what happened? Life throws you an error code like that, you don't have the luxury of a fucking pop-up explanation. So what are you supposed to do? Move on without answers, or stay down and drive yourself crazy with questions? That's where Elliot's mired in conflict. And that's why I'm here.

409 Conflict

Zhi Zhang: I was hoping we could talk in person. Mr. Robot: You once told me that we would never see each other again. What makes you want to see me now? Zhi Zhang: Call it a change of mind. A realization. Mr. Robot: Nah. If I'm hearing your voice on the other end of this call, I'm good. Zhi Zhang: And what does that mean? Mr. Robot: You'll know soon enough. Zhi Zhang: A proposal. You stop whatever it is you're planning and I give you information that will prove to be very valuable to you. Mr. Robot: You think I'm going to trust you? Zhi Zhang: Let me earn your trust by sharing first. It is about your friend. Angela. Mr. Robot: What about her? Zhi Zhang: You see Elliot, you think Angela's dead. But she's not. Mr. Robot: You sent me a picture of her dead body you sick fucking fuck. Zhi Zhang: And you believe what most people believe? Only what is right in front of you. I expected more from you. Mr. Robot: You think I'm gonna believe this bullshit? You killed her. Angela's dead. Zhi Zhan

409 Conflict

Zhi Zhang: Are you really going to make me force you into the car? Phillip Price: You know, I almost let myself believe you... When you said Angela was still alive. I know the kind of con man you are, how you operate. Even though I saw your men drag her dead body away. I still wanted to believe what you were saying. When you spoke to Mr. Alderson, I felt the power of your promise. All I could think was, well... maybe that's what my daughter felt when you came to her. The desperation to have all her pain go away, to have her past rewritten, and that's why it works, right? The one thing every person has, regret. You recognize that and then you use that weapon against them, to destroy them. But here's the thing I realized as of late. With Angela, it didn't work. Angela lives on in the lives of people who love her and that love... that love fuels their unwavering resolve to turn the tables to destroy you. So, you just remember, Zhang. You did all this to yourself. Zhi Zhang: You should tak

409 Conflict

Zhi Zhang: What is this? Phillip Price: Well, if it's what I think it is... We're all broke!

409 Conflict

Phillip Price: I warned you. I told you long ago. I'm a mercenary. I rather see you lose than win myself. Zhi Zhang: That can't be. Phillip Price: Finally, I found a way to take what's most important to you. Zhi Zhang: No, no. Phillip Price: Your project, your dream of another world. It's as good as dead. Think of it this way, Zhang. You didn't lose the game. You just ran out of time.

eXit

Elliot Alderson: Whiterose isn't dead until her machine is! Mr. Robot: Since when did her machine become our goal? You don't get it, do you? That's where all of this started! You go down this path, it'll never end. It'll always be something else. Another symbol to destroy, more people to save. This is an endless war. At a certain point, we gotta move on.

eXit

Elliot Alderson: You don't want to help the world. You want to destroy it. You want to destroy it because you hate people for what they've done to you, and you can't look past that to actually see the good in it. Whiterose: Elliot, please. [She laughs] Don't make me laugh. You think I'm the one that wants to destroy the world? I'm the one that hates people? That can't see the good in it? Look around you. Everywhere we turn, all we see is spite from our so-called "fellow man". Every day we turn on the news, we're constantly told by our leaders, our scientists, our religions that our world is crumbling and that we are the problem. We are the root of everything that is wrong, that we don't stand a chance. We are told this so much that self-hatred is no longer considered an anomaly but a given, and yet you dare point the finger at me when I try to bring order to its chaos? When I have sacrificed everything to make it better?! [She stammers, then laughs again] Please! Don't make me laugh. [

eXit

I have learned to listen when time speaks. Our paths were linked too precisely to this moment for there not to be a reason. This is why. You get to decide.

eXit

Elliot Alderson: I love you. Mr. Robot: I love you, too. Mr. Robot: ...it's an exciting time in the world.

eXit

Alternate Tyrell: I just wanna know that you're on my side. Alternate Elliot: Always.

"whoami" (Series Finale, Part One)

Hello, friend. Hello, friend? Wait, you can hear me again? Have you been there this whole time? I was so focused on the hack, I guess I thought you were gone. But after what just happened at the plant, I thought for sure I was gone, too. We're dead, right? There's no way we survived. But if we're dead... then how am I talking to you? And if you're here... then where's Mr. Robot?

"whoami" (Series Finale, Part One)

I know what you're thinking, but don't. That's impossible. Whiterose is out of her fucking mind. Yeah, yeah, I know, so am I. But still. There's no way her machine worked. Right?

"whoami" (Series Finale, Part One)

What do you think? Do you buy any of this? We started out wanting to change the world, but did it happen? Is this the world I fought so hard for? A world free of all the pain I went through? Am I actually considering this could be real?

"whoami" (Series Finale, Part One)

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I know I'll find something! He can't be this happy. No one is. Haven't you been paying attention? Everyone has a secret. People are always hiding something. Their vulnerabilities. Their fears. Their shame. I don't care how happy he looks. Everyone has a monster. Question is... what's his?

"whoami" (Series Finale, Part One)

Elliot Alderson: The files on your hidden partition. What are they? Alternate Elliot: Sometimes, when I get bored, I create people in my head. Like him. Y'know, someone with a more exciting life. Like a superhero. Except his power would be computers. Elliot Alderson: Why did you create this person? Alternate Elliot: I guess... sometimes, I fantasize about being him. Elliot Alderson: So, you wanna be him? Alternate Elliot: No, not really. Look at him. He's angry. He has no life. He's alone. He's not normal... Oh, shit, man. I'm sorry. Elliot Alderson: [to the audience] He shouldn't be. He's right. I'm not normal. And I never will be. No matter what world I'm in- Alternate Elliot: What is that? Did you hear that? Elliot Alderson: What? Alternate Elliot: It sounded like you were talking to someone. Elliot Alderson: [to the audience] Shit. He can hear us. Alternate Elliot: There it is again. How are you doing that?

"whoami" (Series Finale, Part One)

Please, don't judge me. This was inevitable. You saw the earthquakes. Both of us can't exist here in this world. I had no other choice.

"Hello, Elliot" (Series Finale, Part Two)

Elliot Alderson: You can't stop this. I'm going to marry Angela. Nothing else matters! Mr. Robot: Think about what you're saying. Angela is dead. Elliot Alderson: Not in this world. Mr. Robot: That's not Angela. Elliot Alderson: I talked to her! Mr. Robot: No, you didn't. Elliot Alderson: I thought things were fine between us, but it's still the same you, isn't it? You just don't want me to be happy! Why can't you just let me have this one thing?! Mr. Robot: Elliot, you need to listen to me. Elliot Alderson: No! I don't! Not anymore! I'm done listening to you. I just wanna be fucking alone! [Beat] That's... all I've ever really wanted from you.

"Hello, Elliot" (Series Finale, Part Two)

Angela Moss: There was never gonna be a wedding. Elliot Alderson: Why not? Angela Moss: Isn't it obvious? He tried to tell you. You're not Elliot. You're the Mastermind.

"Hello, Elliot" (Series Finale, Part Two)

I'm not going anywhere, kiddo.

"Hello, Elliot" (Series Finale, Part Two)

"Krista": In order for you to fully hear the truth, first we need to discuss Elliot's Dissociative Identity Disorder. The first personality was created the day Elliot jumped out the window -- the protector personality. The one Elliot created to replace his father. To protect him from intolerable situations. Mr. Robot. Later in life, Elliot created the Mother personality. The persecutor, blaming Elliot for the abuse. Insisting that he needed to pay for it. Not long after her came Elliot's younger self, who emerged to handle the abuse he couldn't tolerate. And with that, he created his own family... of sorts. Elliot Alderson: [to the viewers] I guess she doesn't know about you. "Krista": [looks to the camera] I know all about them, too. The voyeurs who think they aren't a part of this despite being here for all of it. And for a while, we thought we had identified all of Elliot's personalities. But there's another one who came about not too long ago. Elliot Alderson: I don't wanna hear th

"Hello, Elliot" (Series Finale, Part Two)

The Mastermind: Darlene, I'm not Elliot. I'm only a part of him. Darlene Alderson: [sighs] ...I know. I know you're not him. Not the Elliot I grew up with, at least. I've known since we started fsociety. You don't act like him. At first, I thought maybe it was you but different. But then when you forgot who I was again, it wasn't hard to figure it out from there. The Mastermind: Why didn't you say anything? Darlene Alderson: I don't know. We were hanging out. We were spending time together. It felt like we were finally getting close. I guess I didn't want that to stop.

"Hello, Elliot" (Series Finale, Part Two)

Hello, friend. God, that's always been lame, hasn't it? Sorry I never came up with a better name for you. Then again, I don't even have a name. Just a guy trying to play God without permission. This whole time, I thought changing the world was something you did, an act you performed, something you fought for. I don't know if that's true anymore. What if changing the world was just about being here, by showing up no matter how many times we get told we don't belong, by staying true even when we're shamed into being false, by being true to ourselves even when we're told we're too different. And if we all held onto that, if we refuse to budge and fall in line, if we stood our ground for long enough, just maybe... The world can't help but change around us. Even though we'll be gone, it's like Mr. Robot said. We'll always be a part of Elliot Alderson. And we'll be the best part, because we're the part that always showed up. We're the part that stayed. We're the part that changed him. And wh

"Hello, Elliot" (Series Finale, Part Two)

Come on. This only works if you let go too.

"Hello, Elliot" (Series Finale, Part Two)

[Last lines of the show] Hello, Elliot.