Mr. Robot, Season 3

Elliot:
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. This is what they’re good at. This is their greatest trick. Lobotomizing us into their virtual reality horror show. And this all started because I tried to hide from society. Remember? [Fuck society.] Yeah, I fucked society all right. I reset it to zero and if I don’t do anything about it, it’ll continue to grow in this malignant way. And that’s what I’m afraid of the most. This dark future I set in motion. Who knows what could come from this… What if, instead of fighting back, we cave? Give away our privacy for security. Exchange dignity for safety. Trade in revolution for repression. What if we choose weakness over strength? They’ll even have us build our own prison. This is what they wanted all along. For us to buy in on our worst selves. And I just made it easier for them. I didn’t start a revolution; I just made us docile enough for their slaughtering. And I can stand here and blame Evil Corp and every other conglomerate out there for taking advantage of us. Blame the FBI, NSA, CIA for letting them get away with this. Blame all the world’s leaders for aiding and abetting them. Blame Adam Smith for inventing modern-day capitalism in the first fucking place. Blame money for dividing us. Blame us for letting it. But none of that’s true. The truth is, I’m the one to blame. I’m the problem. This was my fault. All of it. I did this.

Whiterose:
Don't mistake my generosity for generosity.

[Mr. Robot attempts to shoot Tyrell. The gun misfires.]

Tyrell:
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:
No, no, no, this is proof! Don't you understand, this is proof!

Mr. Robot:
Proof of what?

[Tyrell breaks down laughing.]

Mr. Robot:
Proof. Of. What?!

Tyrell:
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:
We... are gods.

Mr. Robot:
You really are a lunatic.

Tyrell:
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:
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:
There's more to your plan than this. You're smart enough to know that this hack alone isn't gonna kill EvilCorp. Once they realize they can't recover the data, they'll figure out a way to recreate it. And that's where you'll need me. Don't you see it yet? Now, the first time we met, I felt something between us. This is what I felt. An uncanny connection, a bond. We are meant to work together! That's what this is has all been about.

Mr. Robot:
"Work together"? You're a psychopath. How do I even trust you?

[Tyrell puts his head up to the barrel of the gun.]

Tyrell:
Pull the trigger again. I'll accept whatever fate decides. Pull it!

[Mr. Robot rips it away.]

Mr. Robot:
Okay, Looney Tunes! You're right. There is a second stage to this. After tonight, I... I don't know what kinda support I'll have. I could use your help.

[Tyrell hugs Elliot.]

Tyrell:
Thank you, Elliot. I love y--

Mr. Robot:
Some things are better left unsaid. Subtext, you know?

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.

Elliot [voiceover]:
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 [voiceover, as he flees]:
Help me figure this out. Do not leave me. Stay focused.

Samar [to HR director]:
Excuse me, I had a question for you.

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.

Irving:
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 lifeless mistress in the guest bathroom. Hm.

Mohammed:
Did you know I could be President of the United States?

Elliot:
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?

[pauses]

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:
So you'd be a dictator.

Elliot:
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.

Mr. Robot:
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.

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.

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.

Elliot:
I should never have done this. I should have left this alone. I'll never learn. I brought this upon myself. I'll never learn. This is on me. This is on me.

Mr. Robot:
So. Ferris wheel. Cute touch.

Elliot:
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:
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:
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:
71 buildings.

Mr. Robot:
I didn't know about that.

Elliot:
If you did, would you have done it?

[Mr. Robot is silent]

Elliot:
Would you have done it?

Mr. Robot:
I would've... I would've found another way.

Elliot:
...because as much as there is a part of you in me, there's a part of me in you.

Irving:
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?

Elliot:
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:
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:
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.

Darlene:
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:
What? Who are you?

Fernando Vera:
I'm just... I'm just a brave traveler who's finally come home.