All language subtitles for Mythic.Quest.Ravens.Banquet.S01E06.ATVP.WEB-DL.English.SDH.ENG

[snoring]

- [barks]
- Oh, no!

Were you just barking?

No.

Oh. How...

How long was I out?

I don't know.

You were in the zone, so I left.

I figured one of us
should get decent sleep.

Well, at least you brought me breakfast.

Oh, this is mine. It's prescription.

A prescription bagel?

Legally, you're actually not allowed
to ask me about it.

Whatever. I fixed the white noise bug.

I'm gonna go home and take a shower.

I have a lunch today,
and I can't go like this.

You've got a lunch?

Yes, Michelle, I can have a lunch.

[man] Hey, Poppy?

Yeah, what's up, uh, you... Um...

Zachariah.

- Zachariah?
- Uh, it's Paul.

What's up, Paul?

Um, I think we've got a problem.

- Is it important?
- Yeah, actually, it's the Masked Man.

So, he's handing out thousands of dollars
of free loot every minute.

So far we've lost about $300,000.

Is that bad?

Yeah. That's bad, Zach.

Sorry. It's Paul.

I don't care.

[theme music playing]

[David] So...

this is bad?

Yes, this is bad.
How does nobody know this is bad?

It's bad.
He's spewing up loot like a busted ATM.

Oh, he just gave away a horse.
Those are expensive.

- Okay, this is bad.
- Mm-hmm.

I'll go loop in Ian.

Whoa, whoa, no, no, no,
you don't need to tell Ian.

He'll just freak out and hold it
over my head for the rest of forever.

- All right. Fine. I'll loop in Brad.
- No! Don't tell him either.

This is a closed loop.
You don't need to call a meeting

and get the entire company
involved in every decision.

But I rule by committee.
That's my strength.

No, David, that's your weakness.

No. My weakness is my shoulders.
You know this.

I... Can you please let go of my arms?
I can't escape your grasp.

You know what a strong leader does?

He puts out the small fires
before anyone even knows about them.

He doesn't call in the entire fire
department because a trash can is burning.

Well, if you had a trash can fire, you're
gonna want the entire fire department...

Let's just keep it simple.
I'm gonna fix the bug,

you stop the Masked Man
from giving away any more loot.

Me? What do I do?

I figured out that he can't give away
loot if you're hitting him. So, sit here,

follow him around,
and bash him until I can fix it.

It's that button. Trust me, we got this.
It's no big deal.

If it's no big deal, then why is your neck
covered in stress hives?

These? Oh no, I get these all the time.
They could be from anything.

No. That's from stress.
Absolutely. I know.

I was covered in them during my
divorce proceedings. It wasn't my fault.

- I mean, my wife, she's...
- David.

Fine. Look. I won't loop in Ian on this,
but he's gonna find out.

I mean, the second he sits down
at his computer.

Don't worry about Ian. I got a plan.

- Morning, gentlemen.
- [male office worker] Morning, Ian.

- Hey. How you doing?
- [female office worker] Good morning.

Good to see you, everybody.

All right.

- Ah, Maria!
- Ian.

- Hola.
- Hola. ?C�mo est�s?

Muy bien. ?Y usted?

- Muy bien, gracias. ?Qu� me cuentas?
- Uh, tengo caf�.

- Okay. Qu� bueno. Me alegro mucho.
- Okay.

- Okay. Chao, chao.
- Okay.

Hey, Ian.

- Hey, Pop. I was just talking to Maria.
- Cool.

Yeah. In Spanish.
I don't know if you caught that.

- What?
- I speak Spanish.

- Yeah, great. I...
- Ah, g'day.

Okay.

That's Australian.

Sure. There's someone
I want you to meet, uh, just over here.

This is Paul, our new gameplay programmer.

- Paul, this is Ian.
- Hello, Paul. Welcome to the team.

Hello. It's such a pleasure to be here.

Yeah.

Cool. Uh, great.

Nice to meet you. Welcome...

Welcome. You can go ahead and sit down.
Let's get back to work, everyone.

I have a surprise for you, Paul.
I heard that you have a bad back,

- so I got you a standing desk.
- Wow.

Thank you. That's great.
It's really exciting to be here, you know.

I'm a huge fan of your work, Ian.

[voice fading] I used to go on your blog
a lot back in the old days.

You know, to gain a bit
of inspiration and just a big fan...

[desk thuds]

Huh?

- He's a big fan.
- Yeah.

[clears throat] It's a pleasure
to have you.

"Big fan." Okay, great.

Back to work.

- Back to work, everybody. Yeah.
- Okay.

- Great job, Paul.
- Thanks.

[Ian] Great.

Great, great, great. [sighs]

Great, great, great.

Great.

[door closes]

[pool balls clack]

- [tiger roars]
- [woman] Oh, my God!

- [birds cawing]
- [intense music plays]

- [woman] Wyld_D.
- [tiger roars]

[Dana] Yo, what up, y'all?

This is Wyld_Danimal coming at ya.

I'm a streaming noob,
but I'm an OG gamer,

so subscribe
for all of the red-hot MQ action.

C.W.'s in the shot.

Well, I don't know where the camera is.

[Brad] How can you not see it?
It's right here.

- Oh, does it, uh, pick up this, hmm?
- Oh, God.

And that's a cut.

- Thank you for that, C.W.
- [camera beeps]

Come on, man, we talked about this, buddy.
You gotta be quiet, okay?

And, Dana, maybe be less quiet.

This is supposed to get people excited
about your channel,

so maybe don't act
like you're in a basement in Kabul.

Give me a giggle.

- I don't really giggle.
- Try it out.

C.W., let's go. Zip it up.

Find somewhere else
to peddle your digital smut.

Hey.
We gotta keep this operation under wraps.

I refuse to write another word
until this office is restored.

That's too bad because I was just about
to ask you to join the stream team.

- [scoffs]
- Maybe write Dana a little backstory.

"Backstory"?

- Go on.
- Yeah.

That'd be great.
I love your cutscenes, C.W.

No.

Your flattery is nothing more
than a siren song...

meant to lure me in
and then dash me upon the rocks.

I shall not listen, lest I fall prey
to your beautiful poison tongue.

I don't really like
when he talks about my tongue.

Yeah. It's not great.

- [fighting noises]
- [steel scraping]

[man] Close the door.
Can't see with the glare on the screen.

Sorry, who are you?

I'm Lou. They brought me up
from the third-floor tester pool.

Replaced some chick
who quit or died or something.

Um, her name is Dana,
and you can't replace her.

Um, sure she was a saint,
God rest her soul.

Anyway, upshot is I'm up here from now on.

Okay, uh...

You know what? Let's maybe not
talk for the rest of the day.

I'm kinda chomping at the bit
to test out these new maps.

So...

It's actually "champing."

Sorry, what?

You said "chomping at the bit."

It's actually "champing at the bit."

Don't worry about it.
It's a common mistake.

Okay. Thanks, Lou.

[army shouting]

[C.W.] Let it be known,

if you take my office,
I will occupy yours in kind.

In the '70s, I participated
in my fair share of sit-ins.

I was once forcibly removed
from Jane Fonda's house.

Sorry, what?

Hey, C.W., man, Brad's not here,
so you're just bothering me.

Okay? I'm trying to do my work,
so just let me focus.

Why are you harming
the creation I helped define?

I'm not harming him.
The Masked Man is an NPC.

He's an automated character.

He does what we program him to do.

So, just let me do my work.

Whoa, whoa, sitting in my chair, huh? Oh.

What? You have taken my office, Brad.

In retaliation, I have taken yours.

[Brad] It's a power move.
I like that. Kudos.

No hard feelings. I found a new writer.

Oh?

[Brad] Mm-hmm.

What the hell is that?

Oh, this thing?

It's an AI server that can spit out
a brand-new backstory for Dana.

[laughs] That's preposterous.
A computer cannot write a story, dear boy.

Oh, it can. And you know what?
It already has.

See? Just took about three seconds.
You want to read it?

Oh, please,

that monstrosity
isn't able to generate a story

with the emotional resonance
of a Nebula Award-winning writer.

David, this matter needs
your immediate attention.

What? You guys, come on.

I'm working over here.
Just you two figure it out yourselves.

Sometimes a fireman has to grab a hose
and put out the fire alone.

Okay, I'm gonna go give this backstory
to Dana while David plays with his hose.

Uh...

Hm.

He's mocking you.

His very presence emasculates you
in front of your entire staff.

Do you see how they look at him?

Jo, he's no threat to me.

Sure, he's big, but...

the big ones are always dumb.

Trust me. Here, check this out.

[Jo sighs]

Hey, Paul, what's the last book you read?

Eso ser�a Cien anos de soledad
en su lengua materna.

Huh?

Uh, A Hundred Years of Solitude.

Sorry,
I'm reading it in the original Spanish.

- I thought I heard you talking to Maria...
- [Ian] Yeah.

- ...earlier, so I thought you s...
- Cool.

- I thought you spoke Spanish.
- I do speak Spanish. That wasn't Spanish.

I'm pretty sure that was Spanish.

If it was,
it was some kind of weird dialect.

They have a lot of indigenous tribes,
and I think the locals...

- Should I be taking notes?
- Uh, no.

Don't write any of that down, Jo.

- Uh, not a big deal, okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Let's just move on.

Ian, you must reclaim your alpha status.

Fight him. Hand-to-hand.

"Fight him"? Jo, please.

I mean, yes, in my younger days
I would've fought him.

And yes, I would've won,

but this is a professional workplace
and we are adults, okay?

I'm a modern man.

"A modern man"?

Ian, don't let Rachel and her
liberal agenda cloud your judgment.

I'm not letting the liberal agenda
do anything.

I don't even know who the fuck Rachel is.

Now, if you will allow me,
I need to get back to work

because I have a game to run

and a culture to impact.

Okay.

[groans]

- [telephone ringing]
- [office chatter]

[cell phone ringing]

Hey, what's up?

Poppy, hey.
Whoa, your hives have gotten way worse.

Really? Shit.

Oh, well, the Masked Man's
acting normal again.

Your fix worked. See?

Business as usual.

What? No, no, that can't be right.

I'm still working on the bug.
I haven't pushed anything live yet.

Oh, well, maybe the bug fixed itself.

Bugs don't just fix themselves, David.

You haven't told anyone yet, have you?

No, I mean, C.W.'s here,
but I've got him sequestered. See?

What?

Nothing. He's squatting in my office.
It's a whole thing.

[man] Poppy?

I have to go. I just got to
the lunch restaurant. [clears throat]

[David] "Lunch restaurant"?

- Hi.
- Welcome.

I'm excited to show you our studio
and perhaps your new home.

- Awesome.
- All right. [chuckles]

Well, think I'm gonna get some more
of those awesome snacks.

Damn, you guys got it good up here.
[inhales deeply]

Yeah, we have it great,

except that our higher-ups
never listen to us

and everyone generally
treats us like shit.

Huh. I guess when you're
coming from the third floor,

it's a little easier
to check your privilege. [groans]

My "privilege"?

Do you have any idea
how hard it is to be a woman in gaming?

You know what? Never mind.

All right.

Look...

there's clearly a lot of tension
between us here,

and we're working in close quarters, so...

Why don't we just address this right now?

- I don't want to have sex with you.
- What?

I don't want to have sex with you, man.
I'm gay.

No shit? Huh. Bet I could turn you.

Fucking... You know what, Lou? I'm done.

I am done. You are obnoxious.
You are rude.

I don't even...

I could care less
what you have to say about anything.

You couldn't care less. If you could
care less, then you do care a little.

You motherfucking...

All of our tech leads
and specialists are here.

Uh, they work collaboratively,

driving our technical agenda
for the next five years,

you know, bleeding edge stuff.

Not too shabby, Dan Williams.
But I'm gonna have to hold out judgment

until I see
the creative director's office.

Oh, that's right here.
We have an open office space plan here.

- That desk?
- Yeah.

[Poppy] Seems a little low.

Shouldn't it be kind of higher up,
you know?

So that the creative director
can lord over everyone else

in, like, an unspoken display of power.

Who would do that?

Ian does that. Is that not a thing?

No.

Huh.

Interesting.

Hey! Pootie.

How's this little piece of shit
treating you?

Great. We love Pootie.
He helps promote our game.

Why would you call him that?

I don't know.

That's just what we call him
at our studio.

It does seem kind of weird
now out of context.

Maybe because he's a child.

Yeah, yeah. That's probably it.

MQ sounds like an
interesting place to work.

Oh. No, no, no, it's not all bad.

You know, to be honest, when I called you,
I was feeling a little underappreciated.

Look. Here's my quick pitch.

We don't rely on egomaniacs
making risky moves.

All of our creative decisions
are cross-checked

with behavioral player simulation
to ensure success.

We protect our creative here.

If you join us,

the only ego you'll have to contend with
is your own.

Not Ian's.

What?

- Yeah, I know.
- You saved the best for last.

[Dan laughs]

- Let me walk you out.
- Cool.

Hmm. Not bad.

[chuckles] Not bad at all.

Jesus! Twit.

Okay. It's been, like, 30 minutes.
I think we're in the clear.

How can you sit there frittering away
your life while the machine...

robs us of our livelihoods?

You hear that, you mechanized abomination?

I know your game.

C.W.,
Brad showed me the backstory you wrote.

I knew you were a good writer,
but this is incredible.

That shit made me cry, man. Really.

I didn't...

Mm-mm.

You've already said enough.

Is it true?

Has a cold, calculating machine

produced a story that can
stir the human spirit to such a degree?

Ah, C.W., don't let Brad get in your head.
You know?

You just gotta... Whoa!

I've been obliterated.

As have I.

No, C.W., the Masked Man killed me.
Something is very wrong.

- It's not supposed to be able to do that.
- Maybe it's not an "it" anymore.

We in the science-fiction milieu

have been writing about events like this
for decades.

We may be witnessing
the dawn of the machine revolution.

Perhaps the Masked Man has come to life.

No, it's a bug.

Yeah, it's a really big bug,

but Poppy will fix it, okay?

David, David.

It's the beginning
of the enslavement of mankind

at the hands of our own technology!

Jack Daniel's?

Wild Turkey.

Right. Yeah.
I'm just gonna give Poppy a quick jingle

and see if we can sort this all out, okay?

[groans] Crap! Straight to voice mail.

How long does it take to eat
a tuna fish sandwich in a bathroom stall?

See, this is exactly why
we need committees.

Eight, nine... ten.

Oh, yes.

Yes! That felt great. I mean...

Oh, it really feels great
to get a nice sweat, you know, and that...

really quiets those insecure voices,
you know? I feel better.

- I needed that too.
- [sighs]

What about you, Stretch? You wanna
get down here and do a couple of reps?

Oh, no, you're all right.

Gym's not really my scene.

I'm not sure how we ended up in here.

I thought you were gonna
give me a tour of the whole building.

Oh, this is an integral part
of the building.

I try to encourage all the employees

to make exercise
a daily part of their routine.

It's good for creativity.

Might be good for you too.
I mean, with that bad back of yours.

You see, Paul, as you grow older...

Oh, I actually injured my back
when I was 21.

Twenty-one? Must have
fallen down after your first beer?

Oh. [laughs]

I'm just joshin' ya.

No, um, an RPG hit our
armored personnel carrier outside Basra.

Yeah. Punched a fist-sized
chunk of shrapnel into my spine.

Fist size, you say?

Ian also has a back injury.

- Yes, actually, I did...
- Oh.

...injure my back in a motorcycle
accident. I have a motorcycle.

- Oh. Motorcycle. That's cool.
- [Ian] Yeah.

It tipped over at a stoplight.

He doesn't need the specifics, Jo,
thank you.

Thank you.

How did it tip over?

- Yeah...
- It has three wheels, so it's extra heavy.

Yes, it's a trike, technically.

- Not a motorcycle, but...
- Yeah. That's cool too.

Ian looks like Criss Angel.

- That's not what I'm going for, Jo.
- Really?

- That is who it is.
- Yes, really.

Well, look. Listen.
If your back's giving you trouble,

I can still remember a few tips
from the old rehab days.

- No, my back is...
- His back is fine.

- It's fine. It's just a little bit...
- You reckon? Oh, just... Here we go.

- No, I think I'm good.
- Just hold your arms.

Nah, he's good!

All right, I've got you. Here we go,
you're all right. I've got you.

- Nah!
- You're safe.

- [spine cracks]
- There we go. Okay.

- He's good!
- You're all right. I've got you.

And... You feel anything?

- [Ian] Uh...
- Ooh, yeah. There we go. All right.

Now, how's that? Did that work?

Yes.

- That worked.
- Great!

Cool, uh...

Yeah. Let's keep the tour going.

Great.

[C.W.] Brad?

- Brad?
- Weird.

- I have returned.
- What are you doing, bud?

I'm showing our new writer to his office...
to his half-office.

After all, if he's gonna replace me,
might as well have my office as well.

It is a "he", isn't it?
Please, God, tell me it's a "he."

No.

It's an air conditioner.

But it... It wrote such beautiful prose.

No. The story that I gave Dana
was some of your old writing.

I took it from one of these books
over here, uh...

Yeah. Inside the Caves of Beneroth.

- [C.W.] Hmm.
- You wrote this in the '80s.

- How could you not remember this?
- Huh.

Admittedly, the, uh...
the '80s were also a bit of a blur.

Okay. Whatever. Either way, you wrote it.

So, the machine is undone!

Man lives to fight another day!

Yeah. Okay, so are you gonna join
the stream team or what?

Because I'm not gonna be able
to pull this off without you.

Yes, indeed. My prose shall flow
from her beautiful tongue.

Okay. You gotta stop talking
about people's tongues.

Oh, loosen up, man.

Yeah, whatever. Have fun writing.

- [C.W.] Uh-huh.
- Okay.

Watch this.

Son of a bitch!

- [party music playing]
- Whoo!

[colleagues] Ian! Ian! Ian! Ian!

[crowd cheering]

What is happening?

Hey, Pop.
We're just taking out a little aggression.

Everything's under control.

Come on, Ian! Yeah!

David, what the hell is going on?

Oh, well, Brad tricked C.W. into believing
an air conditioner was an AI server,

so now he's just taking out
his pent-up frustration on the AC unit.

Ian was unable to emasculate
the giant programmer guy,

so I guess he just decided
to pick a fight he could win.

How could you let this happen?

Look. It doesn't matter.
The problem got solved anyway, okay?

Because about ten minutes ago,
the Masked Man disappeared.

- Disappeared? What do you mean he...
- Yeah. I mean, poof. He's gone.

Yeah. I mean, I can't find him
on any of the servers.

No. That's impossible.

Well, it's not ideal, but I think
it's a pretty good short-term solution.

[scoffs] Of course you do!
Because this entire office is insane!

This is supposed to be
a professional workplace full of adults!

Okay, yes. Today is a little bit abnormal.

Except it's not, is it?
This is just another Tuesday for us.

You know, it was your idea
to distract Ian with Tall Paul.

Yeah! I've gone insane too
because, up until today,

I thought that this was normal!

But it's not.
I have to grow up and be the adult

and figure out what the hell is happening
with the Masked Man!

- Hey, your hives are getting worse.
- [Poppy] You think?

If the Masked Man has disappeared
from the game, then this isn't a glitch.

Someone's messing with him.

I'm just gonna go through the code logs.

Wait a minute, the...

This looks like the changes
didn't come from a verified log-in.

Shit.

They're external.

What does that mean?

It means we've been hacked.

Oh, my God.

- So what do I do?
- Fucking nothing, David! Nothing!

I will deal with it. Okay? You do nothing.

Jesus.

[hip-hop music playing]

Boop!

- Hey, Paul. How you doing?
- Oh.

Don't know. Depends.
Are you going to try and fight me?

Ah. I deserve that.

Nah. No. I came to apologize, actually.

Walk with me.

Look, man. I try to think of myself
as an evolved human, but...

I find myself in these patterns
of toxic masculinity and...

honestly, it's just not cool.

It's not your fault that I'm insecure
about your physicality...

or that I'm threatened by...

your war record, or, quite frankly,

all of the things that make you
such an amazing man. So...

I'm sorry.

Wow, Ian, that's very noble of you.

I really appreciate the gesture
and the apology. Thank you.

The truth is,
I've been so impressed with you

that I have given you a promotion.

Wow. Thank you, Ian.
What does that mean?

It means you get a new office.

Yes. Down next to Sue,
our community manager.

There's your new key card.

Wow, Ian. Thank you so much.
I really appreciate this.

Careful with that card.
It is a little bit finicky.

But it will get you down to the basement
and keep you there forever.

Sorry? Keep me there? I'm not sure...

"Toxic masculinity," my ass.

Fuck you, you big bitch.

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