Mr. Robot, Season 4

Mr. Robot:
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.

[Cut to a group of carolers singing "O Come, All Ye Faithful]

Mr. Robot:
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 needs you more than he lets on, because when that cold, brutal reality closes in on us, we're gonna need a friend, and that's still what you are, right?

Elliot:
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...!

[w:
Sam Esmail|Henchman]: Goodbye, friend.

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.

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

Tyrell:
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.

Darlene:
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.

Mr. Robot:
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.

Elliot:
You're wrong. I don't like being an outsider either. Maybe I'm just good at hiding it.

Tyrell:
Why'd you come back? Why aren't you going?

Elliot:
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:
Why do you wanna keep going?

Elliot:
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.

Tyrell:
I'm just gonna go for a walk.

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

Vera:
It's time we talked.

Fernando Vera:
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 like he was Sammy Sosa when his bully comes up, eyeing that bat. And just as the bully made his way up to him, without any warning bam! Blood. Fuckin' everywhere. Blood on the ground, blood on little bitch, blood dripping down the bow still wrapped around that bat. Little bitch knocked every tooth out of that motherfucker's head. Cracked his skull open, popped his eyeball out on home plate. All because little bitch saw the truth. That bat may have been made to play ball, but that wasn't its purpose. Nuh-uh. In that moment in little bitch's hands, it was there to break this nigga's head open. See, Ms. Krista, we all have a purpose in this world, and it's our lot in life to wait for the cosmos to reveal what that is. But you don't have to look no more 'Cause for you, that day has come. Want to know why? I'm gonna break Elliot and you gonna be my aluminum bat.

[...]

Fernando Vera:
Now before your boy came and went, you were calling me a little bitch? Chill, girl. I didn't take no offense. In fact, this was my bad, 'cause I didn't tell you the whole story. See, I was just explaining your role to you. That you my bat. But that bat ain't the end of the story. Nah. That's where I come in. So after being beaten within an inch of his life by that badass little bitch, the bully woke up in the hospital. It was right then when little bitch walked in like the fucking ghost of Xmas past. Bully sees him and starts crying. I mean, this nigga was scared. He must have thought that boy had come to finish him off. But you know what happened? Little bitch just walked right up to his bully's bed And held his hand. Yep. He held his hand just like so. Real soft and gentle-like. And then he got real close. He looks at his bully, all sniffling and crying. He looked at him and said "I see you now." Little bitch showed up when no one else would. He saw his bully like no one else could and that was all it took. And, Miss Krista, from that moment on, he owned that bully for life. Now, if I want to own Elliot, I don't just gotta break him. Me and Elliot are linked on a spiritual plane. I got to come at him on the same level I find myself, and and breaking him only gets you so far. I gotta break him so I can build him up. I need to wound his soul so I can be the one to heal him. That is how you own a nigga.

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

Mr. Robot:
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.

Mr. Robot:
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.

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.

[Peanuts raises a gun to Mr. Robot's head.]

Peanuts:
Where's your courage now, bitch?

[Robot looks straight at her.]

Mr. Robot:
Right fuckin' here.

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.

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.

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.

Mr. Robot:
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?

Mr. Robot:
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.

Vera:
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.

Elliot:
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:
How?

Fernando Vera:
You don't carry it alone. I'm here with you, bruh.

Elliot:
You. You did this. You did this to me.

Fernando Vera:
I did it for you!

Elliot:
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:
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, too, but he didn't take everything. See, this shit you went through? Most people don't know pain like that. They never will. And if they did, it would end them. But the people who dig in, the ones who keep surviving, those are the ones you can't beat. Those are the ones no one can beat. Because once you've weathered a storm like yours... you become the storm. You hear me? You are the storm. And it's the rest of the world that needs to run for cover. Your power is beautiful, Elliot. It's special. Don't you believe that?

Elliot:
I don't know.

Fernando Vera:
Do you wanna believe it?

Elliot:
I just... I don't wanna be alone anymore.

Fernando Vera:
Hey. You're not alone. I see you now.

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.

Janice:
Who's this?!

Deegan:
Who the fuck is this?

Janice:
I asked you first.

Deegan:
This is Deegan, who's this?

Janice:
This is Janice.

Deegan:
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:
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:
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:
Yeah, yeah. I heard it all before. Take a number. Et cetera and so forth. Now, you have yourself a merry little Christmas. Ta-ta for now, you flange!

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:
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 could have stopped him. If I could go back in time, change everything that happened to you. Make it all go away.

Elliot:
Then I wouldn't be me. And I wouldn't have you. I don't know if I can go through with the hack anymore. I don't know if I can do anything.

Mr. Robot:
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.

Minister 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?

Minister 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.

Minister Zhang:
And what does that mean?

Mr. Robot:
You'll know soon enough.

Minister 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?

Minister Zhang:
Let me earn your trust by sharing first. It is about your friend. Angela.

Mr. Robot:
What about her?

Minister 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.

Minister 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.

Minister Zhang:
No Elliot. Angela's alive and if you allow me, I can take you to her. Would you like that Elliot? Would you like to see Angela again? To hear her voice? To hold her hand? (pause) Elliot, are you there?

Elliot:
Yes

Minister Zhang:
I know you have regrets Elliot and pain. I know there are things in your life that you wish were different, just the same as Angela and I can show you a way you can make it all go away, just as I did for her. You can reset everything and live in the world you deserve, a world without all the pain you carry, without your past, without your regrets. Please Eliot. Let me show you the world that I showed your closest friend.

Elliot:
No I saw what you did to her. Before you killed her. That wasn't Angela. You used her. You turned her into someone else.

Minister Zhang:
Then don't take my word for it. Ask her yourself. Elliot, we don't have to fight like this anymore. Let's finally make peace with each other as we were always meant to do. Let go of the anger and the hatred you've built up towards me. Understand I've only wished to help.

Elliot:
Here's the thing. I don't need help right now. You do.

Minister 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.

Minister Zhang:
You should take your own advice, Phillip. Accept your truth. It's over.

Minister Zhang:
What is this?

Phillip Price:
Well, if it's what I think it is... We're all broke!

Phillip Price:
I warned you. I told you long ago. I'm a mercenary. I rather see you lose than win myself.

Minister Zhang:
That can't be.

Phillip Price:
Finally, I found a way to take what's most important to you.

Minister 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.

Elliot:
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.

Elliot:
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.

[A beat, then Whiterose chuckles]

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. [She keeps laughing, then calms down] On the contrary, it is my love for people that drives me. It always has been, because I know, deep in every person's heart, they are trying to be good. They were just dealt a bad hand by a world that is unfit for us. So please, don't make me fucking laugh and accuse me of hating people when you, Elliot, wear that hate like a badge of honor! Shall I remind you of your group's name? Admit it. Hatred has been your anthem, not mine.

Elliot:
You're right. I hate people. Scared of them. Been scared of them practically my whole life. People I loved... people I trusted... have done their absolute worst to me. And for a long time, that's all I ever knew. So yeah, I called my group fsociety. Because you know what? Fuck society. Society deserves to be hated for everything you said they did, and more. Fuck every last one of them for what we've all been through. But then there are some people out there -- and it doesn't happen a lot. It's rare. But they refuse to let you hate them. In fact, they care about you in spite of it. And the really special ones, they're relentless at it. Doesn't matter what you do to them; they take it. They care about you anyway. They don't abandon you. No matter how many reasons you give them. No matter how much you're practically begging them to leave. And you wanna know why? Because they feel something for me that I can't. They love me. And for all the pain I've been through, that heals me. Maybe not instantly, maybe not even for a long time, but it heals. And yeah, there are setbacks. We do fucked up things to each other. And we hurt each other. And it gets messy. But that's just us, in any world you're in. And yeah, you're right; we're all told we don't stand a chance and yet, we stand. We break, but we keep going. And that is not a fault! It's what makes us! So, no, I will not give up on this world. And if you can't see why, then I speak for everyone when I say "fuck you"!

Whiterose:
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.

Elliot:
I love you.

Mr. Robot:
I love you, too.

[Mr. Robot and Elliot sit in silence as alarms blare around them.]

Mr. Robot:
...it's an exciting time in the world.

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

Alternate Elliot:
Always.

Elliot:
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?

Elliot:
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?

Elliot:
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?

Elliot:
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?

Elliot:
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:
Why did you create this person?

Alternate Elliot:
I guess... sometimes, I fantasize about being him.

Elliot:
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:
[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:
What?

Alternate Elliot:
It sounded like you were talking to someone.

Elliot:
[to the audience] Shit. He can hear us.

Alternate Elliot:
There it is again. How are you doing that?

Elliot:
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.

Elliot:
You can't stop this. I'm going to marry Angella. Nothing else matters!

Mr. Robot:
Think about what you're saying. Angella is dead.

Elliot:
Not in this world.

Mr. Robot:
That's not Angella.

Elliot:
I talked to her!

Mr. Robot:
No, you didn't.

Elliot:
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:
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.

Shayla:
There was never gonna be a wedding.

Elliot:
Why not?

Shayla:
Isn't it obvious? He tried to tell you. You're not Elliot. You're the Mastermind.

Mr. Robot:
I'm not going anywhere, kiddo.

"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:
[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:
I don't wanna hear this again.

"Krista":
The truth about who you are? I think it's time. [to camera] Even they agree with me.

Elliot:
I know where you're going with this! It's not true!

"Krista":
It's okay. I know why you did it. Your heart was in the right place. You wanted to shelter him, which is why you changed his past.

Elliot:
I... I wasn't changing anything, that's... What I thought happened.

"Krista":
But it was his future you really wanted to protect, wasn't it? That's why you went to such great lengths to take down all the evil that surrounded him in the real world. That's why you formed fsociety. You loved him so much, you wanted to save the entire world so you could make it better for him, no matter the cost. That's why you hid him here. Turning his harsh reality into a fantasy. Trapping him an endless loop, to keep him safe until you were ready.

Elliot:
I don't remember any of this? Why should I trust you? You've been wrong before...

"Krista":
You're right. She was wrong. Krista never quite figured it out, did she? She never realized she was talking to the real Elliot. She didn't realize she was always talking to you. A personality created to carry Elliot's rage. The vigilante hacker Elliot always imagined being. THe one that sought vengeance. The personality that had gained so much control, he forgot. He forgot he was only just another personality. The Mastermind.

The Mastermind:
Darlene, I'm not Elliot. I'm only a part of him.

Darlene:
[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:
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.

The Mastermind:
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.

[...]

The Mastermind:
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 who wouldn't be proud of that?

The Mastermind:
Come on. This only works if you let go too.

Darlene:
[Last lines of the show] Hello, Elliot.