All language subtitles for Mr.Robot.2x09.Fase.Due.ITA.ENG.WEBMux.XviD-Pir8.en

Every relationship's
a power struggle.

Some of us need
to be controlled.

Why did you first start
listening to me?

I just followed your lead.

- I don't want to be a leader.
- I want my position moved

to the risk management
department.

If we pull milestone cases
like Washington Township...

There's not much
we can do here today.

Closing the plant
is not an option.

I'm being pressured to resign.
Not doing anything to help.

What did you say your name was?

- I'm Ollie.
- This is a rubber ducky.

It'll pull all cached passwords.

We can get every email,
text message, and document.

You guys just got hacked.

[electricity surges] - [grunts]

[tape whirring]
Jesus, what is that noise?

Tape's busted. Grab another one.

All of you can't accept the fact

that maybe we fucked up.

Who knows who's gonna be
waiting for you at home?

Dark Army, FBI, cops.

He hacked me
and stole my dog on top of it.

That proves it was him.

Where do you think
you are right now?

- What do you mean?
- You haven't been staying

with your mother.

[dramatic music]

[knocking on door]

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? [dog barking]

Elliot Alderson. [Dog barking]

Are you Elliot Alderson?

Mr. Alderson,
you're under arrest

for unauthorized use
of a computer,

computer trespass,
and grand larceny.

- Grab the computers.
- Let's go.

Get the hard drives.

All the USB drives.

- Any digital media.
- Yes, sir.

- What are these over here?
- Check everywhere.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[dog barks]

Get animal control here
for the dog.

Let's go. Let's go.

[Saint Saviour's
"This Ain't No Hymn"]

¶ It depends on... ¶

Put your arms up. Spread 'em.

¶ Surface area ¶

¶ ¶

¶ Whether you do ¶

¶ ¶

¶ Whether you don't ¶

¶ ¶

Put your left thumb on there.

¶ Climb a mountain ¶

¶ ¶

You suicidal?

No.

You a drug addict?

No.

You on any medication?

No.

How you feeling right now?

Great.

I've spoken with the prosecutor,

and we can get
the hacking charges reduced.

The theft charge
is a little more difficult.

The plaintiff is really
upset about the dog,

but I think we can negotiate.

Hey, you heard
what I said, right?

When the judge
asks you for a plea

you say,

"Not guilty."

Got it?

[gavel striking]

In the case
of People vs. Alderson,

how does the defendant plead?

Guilty.

[groans] You're shitting me.

Mr. Alderson,

you do realize
Mr. Lenny Shannon's dog

was an expensive purchase
at $1,200?

That makes your theft a felony.

Let the record show,

Mr. Alderson nodded his head
up and down indicating "yes,"

and you're admitting you hacked
into Mr. Shannon's email,

social media, and bank accounts,

which would convict you
on both counts

of computer hacking?

Again, let the record show,

Mr. Alderson nodded his head
up and down indicating "yes."

You're aware of the gravity
of these allegations?

You will be sentenced to jail.

What the fuck are you doing?

Yes...

and I plead guilty.

Do you make this plea
out of free will

- and free mind?
- No! No.

He's fucking crazy.

Yes.

Mr. Alderson,
I declare you guilty

of computer hacking,
computer trespass,

grand larceny of fourth degree.

I hereby sentence you
to 18 months in county jail.

Adios, you son of a bitch.

[Public Image Ltd.'s
"The Order of Death"]

¶ ¶

- This your first time here?
- Yes.

Do you have any intention
of harming yourself?

- No.
- Sit.

¶ ¶

Don't move.

Put your chin on the bull's-eye.

Do not move.

Right side.

¶ This is what you want,
this is what you get ¶

¶ This is what you want,
this is what you get... ¶

All right, let's go.

¶ ¶

Need you to swing by
at 3:00 p.m.

¶ ¶

Problems with RT again.

Yes sir, Warden.

¶ ¶

¶ This is what you want... ¶

[door closes]
- Let's go.

Get naked.

¶ What you want, what you get ¶

¶ what you get, what you want ¶

¶ ¶

Let's go. Get undressed.

Hurry up. All right, let's go.

Get undressed for me.

¶ ¶

Squat down. Turn around.

Let me see the bottoms
of your feet.

Your left foot. Now bend over.

Spread your ass. Bend over.

Spread 'em.

¶ This is what you get ¶

¶ This is what you want,
this is what you get ¶

¶ This is what you want,
this is what you get... ¶

Read this right here,

confirm that these
are all of your items,

and sign right here.

Speedy Gonzalez.

Fucking amazing, man.

Arrested, arraigned,

convicted within 24 hours.

Yeah, we heard about you, cuz.

In fact,

you're the only guilty man
in the entire pen.

You know that?

Leon.

Okay, that's cool.

It's best you learn soon,

'cause you don't wanna be
alone in a place like this.

Check it out.
I'll give you the lowdown.

Routine. That's key.

It's best you find your routine,

whatever it is, and stick to it.

Mornings, we chow.

Afternoons,
we hit the ball court.

Evenings, that's when I get
my TV time.

Some people join church groups,
or AA, or whatever,

but I like to bench personally.

- Peace, brother.
- 'Sup, bro?

[grunts]

Ain't no Internet for us here.

Your best bet is going
through some boxes

in the library full of old,

throwback classic DVDs.

You know what I'm saying?

I'm making my way
through the '90s right now.

Nearly finished
with "Mad About You."

You know, my man Paul Reiser...

He just doesn't get
the credit he deserve.

Man is spectacular.

Phenomenal.

Think I'ma start
watching "Seinfeld" next.

I heard it's nails.

You look nervous, cuz.

Don't be.

Just do you.

I mean, I'd say we got
a pretty solid

rapport going on anyway.

We stick together,
things'll be just fine.

[lighter clicks, fire crackles]

Oh, that's Hot Carla. [Chuckles]

If you're a pyro,

she's your chick with a dick.

[chuckles] Know what I'm saying?

Probably not.

Oh, whatever you do,

stay away from these David Duke
motherfuckers right here, man.

You don't say much, do you?

- No.
- Well, that's cool, man.

I'm here to provide you
with anything you may need.

I can pretty much find anything,
and I mean anything.

Smokes, pills, hard shit,

porn, grandma porn. [Chuckles]

Some of these guys
like that shit.

Gay porn.

I don't judge, man.

Whatever you need.

[indistinct chatter]

Can you get me a notebook?

[Depeche Mode's
"Walking in My Shoes"]

¶ ¶

See you in the morning.

¶ ¶

¶ I would tell you about the
things they put me through ¶

¶ The pain
I've been subjected to ¶

¶ But the Lord himself
would blush ¶

¶ The countless feasts
laid at my feet... ¶

That's how it happened.

That's all you missed.

That's everything.

¶ ¶

¶ Now I'm not looking
for absolution ¶

¶ Forgiveness for... ¶

You got everything
you arrived with?

Sign here stating such.

Here's a discharge report
and the early release form.

Give that to the officers
at the door.

You have the hack to thank
for that letter.

I never released this many
nonviolent offenders before.

This mess with the economy

is affecting
the prison budgets too.

You got lucky.
Don't squander it.

That card's worthless
out there now.

You want it for
sentimental value,

or should I toss it?

Toss it.

Init 5, return to normal.

Is it possible to return

after 86 days in a 6x9-foot box?

[soft dramatic music]

¶ ¶

Init 5 is supposed
to bring color and sound.

Instead the world's gray
and quiet.

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

[inaudible]

[dramatic music]

[phone rings]

Joseph Green's office.
Monica speaking.

Hi, Monica. I'm a junior partner

at Johnson, Lerner, and Carlin.

I have sensitive documents
for Mr. Green regarding

this Flint water case.
Send them over.

I'll make sure he gets them
right away.

I'm actually downstairs
right now.

Super. Leave 'em at reception.

I'm sorry. I was told these are

very sensitive documents

and to only deliver them
straight to Mr. Green

or your hands.

Sorry. I can't leave my desk,

but Mr. Green is
out of the office until 2:00,

so he's not gonna read them
right away anyway.

Obviously I would just
bring them up myself,

but security down here
is insane.

Can you please just come down?

¶ ¶

[sighs]
Okay, I'll be right down.

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

[phone ringing]

¶ ¶

Oh, hey.

Monica.

Uh, tell Joe to give me a call

when he gets back from lunch,
will you?

Sure.

¶ ¶

[indistinct chatter]

¶ ¶

[indistinct chatter]

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

[indistinct chatter]

¶ ¶

[subway door opens]

Hurry up.

I hacked my Dark Army contact.

Found an archive
with screenshots

of his IRC chats with them.

Something called Stage 2.

It has something to do
with the femtocell.

I tried to tell Trenton
and Mobley,

but I couldn't get in touch
with either of them.

I called, messaged, checked
all the usual haunts.

Both are AWOL.

Okay, Trenton's parents
are a wreck.

They filed a missing
person's report.

[door close alarm chimes]

Between them missing
and the channel archive,

I'm freaking out.

I think Dark Army
could be cleaning house.

That doesn't make sense.

I think they're behind
my early release.

We need to talk to your contact.

[exhales sharply]

We're not

really on the best
of terms right now.

Doesn't matter.

They can't do this.

This wasn't part of the deal.

Let's keep moving.

Out through the basement,
I'll leave through

the side door,
and we'll meet at the seven.

Not yet.

I'm going to see her.

[scoffs] What do you mean?

I thought this was just
to lose our tail.

Elliot, you're actually
gonna go see her?

We seriously need to talk.

Shit has gone down.

I need to do this.

Okay.

Okay, just be quick.

I'll wait in the stairwell.

Mom?

They taking care of you?

Room looks nice.

I'll see if they can
fix the clock.

Looks like it's broken.

How are you?

A lot's happened

since last I saw you.

Had a really hard time.

Anyway,

just wanted to say thank you.

You helped me survive
these last couple months.

I don't think I could have
done it without you.

Okay.

Take care.

[speaking native language]

Mm. [Alarm beeps]

[both speaking native language]

[scoffs]

[urinating]

Init 5 is supposed to be simple.

A fresh start.
[indistinct arguing]

Restored connections.

This may be my first
real moment of normalcy.

Taking a piss in private.

You hit me in the face
with a fucking bat!

Thank God I didn't need
stitches!

Well, I should have
hit you harder.

Dear God, we've been over this
for the last three weeks.

Okay, I've walked you through
every IRC conversation.

I am not gonna let this go.

Why the fuck are you
sending pictures of me

while I'm asleep
to the Dark Army?

How many times
do I have to tell you?

Letting them know you're
with me keeps you safe.

I was trying to protect you.

Then why aren't you
telling me about Stage 2

and what you guys did
with the femtocell?

We've been over this
a million...

Mr. Robot: You've both
got to calm down!

[soft dramatic music]

Yes, the shit has officially
hit the fan.

Here's what we're gonna do.

Okay, okay.
Let's all take a beat.

¶ ¶

We're gonna settle down here.

Relax.

Elliot?

¶ ¶

Hey, Elliot. You all right?

Elliot?

Come back to Earth.

I thought you wanted
to find Mobley and Trenton?

[quietly] Yeah.

Yeah.

We need to know
what happened to them, right?

[scoffs]
I can't keep up with you two.

Look, I'm not risking my life
to help with this.

I'm not doing it.
I'm not doing it.

Your Dark Army contact.

You have one?

You must.

[exhales sharply]

If they find out
I was involved, it'll be my ass.

Okay?
I'll be the next one missing.

Only there won't be
any questions

about where I went.

You better be more reliable
than your sister.

Hey,

what the hell just happened?

I was gonna ask you the same.

Why were you talking with them?

What are you talking about?

One second,
everything was normal.

All of a sudden,
you stopped responding.

It was like you shut down.

I had to say something.

It's unfortunate
what both your country

and the company
have been through

in the last several weeks.

Yes.

A succession
of unfortunate events.

The timing of which
almost seems intentional.

Well, at least there's
good news for both of us.

Your little pet project

came through even better
than you thought.

I must admit, she surprised me.

It's a good thing that she did
the right thing in the end.

It's too bad.

You know, for all she's done,

it won't matter.

The failure of the bailout
has left me in

a rather obsequious position.

We failed our financial
stress test,

so we won't be able

to keep up all our facilities.

As of noon this Friday,

I'm sorry to say,
the Washington Township plant

will be taken over

by the federal government.

[scoffs]
And here I thought we were

taking a step forward,

but here we stand
two steps back.

Your actions remind me
of your predecessor, Phillip.

And here comes
the veiled death threat.

[chuckles]

You wanna take a shot at me?

Be my guest.

The appointment of a new CEO

isn't going to stop
the federal government

from taking over the plant.

I flew for 13 hours
and 35 minutes.

If you have a point, it's time.

I needed that bailout money,

and I no longer have it,

thanks to your little shootout
in China.

What do I need now?

Cash.

Lots of it.

I could see a scenario
where the Chinese government,

in a bid to establish itself

as the new global leader
of the 21st century,

loans E Corp
the money it needs...

At a low interest rate.

Perhaps even zero.

As a gesture of goodwill
to the American people.

With that cash,
I could save your plant

from the clutches
of the federal government,

and finally,

when a peaceful China
appears benevolent,

well... [chuckles]

That's an easier pitch

for me to get onto
the president's desk.

I will be happy
to go back and talk

with the Chinese government.

I'm sure that they
will be most agreeable,

but the next time
you threaten my plant...

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 rain chaos,

even if it hurts me,

'cause I would rather
see you lose

than win myself.

[quietly] Oh.

That's all the time I have.

[dramatic music]

On May 9th, we took down

the world's biggest
conglomerate.

We all had the same intention...

Me, Darlene, Mobley,
Trenton, Romero...

To change the world,

but there was one other player,

the Dark Army.

We never did find out
what their intentions were.

¶ ¶

Pwnie Express pwn phone.

A phone loaded with 103 network
monitoring and attack tools.

A dream device
for pentesters and hackers.

His name is Xun.

Xun's boss is Whiterose,

who helped us
bring down Evil Corp.

Xun and his people
wanted the femtocell.

Why?

I don't know,

but soon we'll know everything.

We're hacking Xun.

Something's not right.
[breathing heavily]

I feel off.

It's like we're overheating.

We'll be fine.
[distorted indistinct chatter]

We're up. I've got a connection.

[men speaking foreign language]

Time to set the meet with Xun.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait.
No, no, no.

I thought we were
operating from here?

This only gets
his phone mic live.

I'm going to ask them
about Stage 2.

What?

Even if they don't
tell me anything,

at least it'll get them
talking about it,

and that's all we need
right now.

Oh, my God. Jesus, bro,

you're just like your sister.

First the number. Now the meet.

I mean, you don't stop.
I'm not doing it, man.

These guys won't think twice
about killing you on the spot.

Trust me.

I have a way to get him talking.

Fuck yeah.
I would love to meet him.

No, he's not meeting you.
He's meeting Mr. Robot.

What'd you say?

[quietly] Nothing.

I meant me.

Me. He's meeting me.

Something's happening with us.

We can't do this.

I got this.

[clock ticking]

This is big.

How did you get...

The levels of toxicity are still

above regulation,

right?

What's the next course of action
in a case like this?

Uh, well, this definitely
falls under what we call

substantial and specific danger

to public health and safety.

You know we're bound by law

to protect your anonymity,
right?

There could be money
for a whistle-blower

in a situation like this.

You're gonna wanna get a lawyer.

I'm not doing this
for the money.

I just want it to happen fast.

Okay.

I'll take this
to the deputy director.

You mind sticking around
for a while?

No.

[door opens]

[footsteps fading]

[discordant keyboard music
playing]

¶ ¶

[intense deep bass music]

¶ ¶

¶ ¶

Hey!

[no audible dialogue]

¶ ¶

Hey!

Hey...

All right, yo. This is our stop.

Yo, I don't get it.

Are you nervous
or something, man?

- Because you can't be...
- No, I...

Never mind. I'm good.

[speaking Mandarin]

Flying drones into the capital

of this great nation.

Meanwhile, the FBI

gets caught with its hand
in the cookie jar

trying to work
in legal gray areas,

listening in on phone calls,
reading emails.

The FBI has 3 million
of you innocent citizens

under surveillance
for no reason.

Okay? The backlash?

It boggles the mind.

If you've got nothing to hide

then what do you have
to worry about?

Especially,
of a little surveillance?

- Oh, shit.
- Help bring down

the world's worst criminal.

The FBI needs to catch this guy

by what... means necessary.
[electricity humming]

[voice cutting in and out]

symbol of capitalism.

Unless it falls
on the capital's doorstep

that's not vandalism.

That's a victory lap, people!

Tyrell Wellick wants us to know,

he's not done...
[footsteps over laptop]

[door opens]

[speaking Mandarin]

[speaking Mandarin]

- Why are they leaving?
- They weren't expecting you.

Look at me!

Tell Whiterose I wanna know
what Stage 2 is.

[clock ticking]

[electricity humming]

[tires squeal,
car horns honking]

Second one tonight.

Brownouts.
We've been bracing ourselves

since Comet Electric
went on strike.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting.
Deputy Director Phelps.

Office of Investigations.

- Hi.
- Jeff told me a little about

what you've brought us.

Can you come with me?

My colleagues and I want
to ask you a few questions.

We're so indebted
to citizens like you.

Thank you.

I never cease to be astonished
by the heroics

of everyday people.

Did you come all the way down
from New York just for this?

Or are you based in New Jersey?

You know, I should probably get

some contact information
from you.

- Jeff promised anonymity.
- Which is a nice idea,

to be sure.

Is Jeff going to be
in the meeting?

I know. It sounds complicated,

but how it works is,
the commission will want

to discuss this with you
after they review.

Maybe I'm misunderstanding,
but...

You do work at E Corp, yes?

What?

I never said that.

What is your position there?

The more we know about
the origins of these documents,

the quicker we can process them.

Actually, could I get
my files and the drive back?

You've made it all
the way down here.

Let's not stop now, shall we?

I'm sorry.

This trip has taken a lot longer
than I thought it would,

and I can't miss
the last train back.

But, Angela, my colleagues

in the other room
are eager to talk to you.

No, thanks.

I gotta go.

[door opens]

- How'd it go?
- Everything's on track.

Good.

The lights have been flickering.

Yeah. The streetlights too.

- Brownout's started.
- Hey.

I gotta talk to you
for a minute.

I left that busted VHS tape
at the Smart House.

- What VHS tape?
- That fsociety video.

Relax. I'm sure we got it.

We cleaned the place good.
No, I left it.

It's not here.

We wiped the whole house down.

Do you remember grabbing it?

I know I didn't.

We have to go back.
Oh, Jesus Christ, Darlene.

We cannot go back.
That was a goddamn month ago.

The cops could have
been there already.

I mean, you're just
remembering this now?

It doesn't matter. I have to go.

Fucking hell, Darlene. I swear.

Why are you even using VHS tapes
in the first place?

Because it's cool?

There's a million filters
on Final Cut.

My face is on that tape.

[sighs]

Fine. Fine,

but I'm going, all right?

Feds are looking for you,
not me.

Where is it?

I think I set it
on that weird lamp

in the living room.

Maybe it fell behind.

All right.

Uh, hang on.

Thank you.

Really.

[door closes]

You look burnt.

Yeah, I'm getting tired.

You can stay here
and crash on the couch.

[grunts] Home would be better.

I'm not feeling right.

They're gonna be watching.

All the more reason.

I need them to see me
living a normal life.

Oh, good point,

but assume the worst.

Your place is probably bugged.

Be careful coming back here.

I'll stay up and keep listening.

[doorbell rings]

Hey, one of your fellow
tenants let me in the building.

[bag rustles] Look what I got.

Your favorite. Nia's gyros.

Mind if I come in?

Actually, yeah. I'm...

Don't worry.
I left my handcuffs at home.

[door closes]

Wow.

Gosh.

Nice place.

They really take good care
of you here, huh?

[chuckles softly]

E Corp housing?

Are you working for them?

Working for who, Angela?

I need you to leave.

[sighs]

I had this dream,

which if you know me,
is pretty rare.

It was good at first.

Exciting.

There was this beautiful woman.

Sexy, even.

But then, man,
did it go downhill fast.

By the end,
I was being choked underwater.

Ollie Parker told me
about the CD at Allsafe.

It was literally the first thing
out of his mouth

when we interviewed him
two months ago.

I've been having you
tracked ever since,

including your little field trip

out there to the Nuclear
Regulatory Commission today.

It's clear you're freaking out
about something.

I don't know how
any of this ties together,

but...

eventually someone
will connect the dots,

and it'll catch up to you.

So I'm being real
with you right now.

Next person's not gonna
offer you food.

They're gonna grab you
off the street

and throw you in a dark cell.

But you still have
one hand to play.

That's me.

In 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.

[door opens and closes]

[door opens and closes]

[groaning and panting]

[static over laptop]

[door closes]

man 1: [speaking Mandarin]

Xun: [speaking Mandarin]

man 1: [speaking Mandarin]

[footsteps]

[door closes]
man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

Xun: [speaking Mandarin]

man 2: [speaking Mandarin]
Xun: Elliot.

Man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

Xun: [speaking Mandarin]

Man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

[dramatic music]

¶ ¶

It began as a failure.

Everything.

My existence.

I should recognize that.

Accept it.

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.

Man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

Xun: [speaking Mandarin]
man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

Xun: [speaking Mandarin]

man 2: [speaking Mandarin]

¶ ¶

[electricity humming]

¶ ¶

[pounding on door] - [gasps]

¶ ¶

[pounding on door]

¶ ¶

[pounding continues]

¶ ¶

How can I return to normal

when the SUV
belonging to the man I murdered

is parked outside my apartment?

[car horn honks]

¶ ¶

Normal?

I have no normal.

¶ ¶

Hello, Ollie.