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Okay, here's another one.

TechCrunch says, "Laurie Bream
spotted lunching at the Rosewood

"with yet another rising
tech star, Sam Herron.

Could this finally be the
new CEO of Pied Piper?"

Maybe she's just fucking them all.

It's been ten days. You
know what would be nice?

If I found out what Laurie wanted
to do with my company from her

instead of the fucking Internet.

Richard, the accountants finally
agreed to release our books.

Okay.

Hey, Richard. Is there
anything we should be doing?

I don't know. Why are you asking me?

I'm not the CEO. There is no CEO.

Because, apparently, Jack's empty fucking
chair is a better choice than I am.

So, maybe... maybe ask the
chair, see what it thinks.

Say what you will about the chair,

but at least it never told
me to build a fucking box.

True. Compared to Richard,
it's a lot sturdier.

And it has a lot less of
Barker's ass rubbed all over it.

♪

Are you serious?

On top of Jack's ridiculous
severance package,

we spent a thousand dollars on
each one of your fucking monitors?

We did? Huh. That's very pricey.

So what? Raviga funded
us for $5 million.

There's no way we burned
through all that.

Do you have any idea how these
deals work? That money's tranched.

What's that?

Well, from the Old French for "slice."

Yeah, try to keep up, Dinesh.

We get our money in stages.

Right? We get $2 million upfront

to get us going, to design
and build the product,

but we don't get the next three million
until we take a product to market.

And Jack was okay
with hemorrhaging money,

because he thought we
were launching the box

and then getting the next three
million in the next few weeks.

But the platform will take way
longer to launch than that.

Yes. So we are effectively
a $250 million company

who just took $5 million in funding

and now we're dead-ass broke.

Our burn rate is astronomical,

and every day we sit
in limbo like this...

What if we don't?

What if we don't sit in limbo?

Like fuck limbo, right?

I mean, right now, let's... let's fire
all these fucking sales assholes,

and break the lease on this place
and get the fuck out of here.

Can we do that? There's no CEO
here to approve any of that.

Yeah. There's also no CEO here
to tell me not to do it, right?

That's right. You're the CTO.

Technically, you're the ranking officer.

Fucking A.

Look, when, or if, a new CEO
comes to take over the company,

we will do what they say to
the best of our abilities.

But there is a very real possibility

that there won't be a company
for them to take over

if we don't do something about it now.

- So, no more surprise waffles.
- What?

- No more Chef Amy.
- No!

And no more of these
stupid offices, okay?

We're going to move back to the hostel.

- Fuck.
- Dinesh,

we need to cut every
corner, save every penny,

and plow it into engineers
to build the platform. Okay?

Then we will be back on track.

So Gilfoyle, Dinesh, pack up
those gold-plated monitors

because we are selling them.

Jared, come on. Let's do this.

- Hmm.
- Well, that sucks.

Jesus.

Okay, guys. Can I have
your attention, please!

Yeah, next goal wins.

No. Uh, not... Now. Sorry,
it's got to be now.

And so, bring it in, Dang,

uh, Chef Amy, Jan the Man,
Keith, Northeast regional.

And do you still have your shadow?

- Yo!
- Hey, there he is.

Okay, uh... circle up.

All right, I have some news for you.

Is this about the new CEO?

Re/Code is saying it
could be Reid Hoffman.

No. I... don't know anything about that.

No, no. There's no new CEO. There's
no new employees of any kind.

There's actually... It's more about
you guys becoming former employees.

So, look...

We're heading in a different direction.

And what that means is, if
I haven't taken you aside

and spoken to you privately
about staying on,

that does mean that you are...
terminated, immediately.

So, Dang, Chef Amy, Jan
the Man, all of Sales,

I am, uh, really sorry about all this.

Are you sure that you can
fire us, like, legally?

Yeah. Yes, absolutely.

I'm CTO. I'm the highest ranking
officer, so yes answer.

You're... you're still CTO?
Laurie hasn't fired you yet?

No, she has... Why would she fire me?

Well, Code/Rag said that
your tech is mediocre

and that's why no one
will take the CEO job.

- What?
- Yeah.

That's why I assumed
that you'd been fired.

Uh, maybe she's waiting
till Friday to fire him.

Oh, that makes sense.

No, it doesn't make sense. That's
not what's happening, okay?

I'm not getting fired. That's crazy.

I haven't read this article.
Okay, maybe I'm too busy

making the tech awesome,
because it's not mediocre.

It's actually... turns out,
it's fucking revolutionary.

So, I guess that's the truth.

And also, I'm not fired, these guys
aren't fired, you all are fired.

Everyone from this wall is fired.
So, enjoy being fired.

Jesus! This is a good apple.

Where did you get this?

- Oh, I have a fruit guy.
- Fantastic.

Read me back what we have so far.

Uh, "Bachman and Bighetti shall
each include in this venture

"any and all portfolio companies.

The exception shall be for Pied Piper."

Hey, how... how come Pied
Piper is not a part of it?

'Cause, you know, I actually used to
work there, so maybe it should be?

Big Head, Pied Piper is no
longer an incubating entity.

It would be unfair to you and
to me and to them for me

to relinquish any of my
shares in their company.

And besides, like you, I'm giving up
everything else I have of value...

shares, options, cash, liquid assets.

Wait. So all my assets?

That seems like kind of a lot.

It is a lot, Big Head. We're
both giving up a lot.

And we're both gaining a lot also.

And that's what every successful
partnership is about.

Committing fully, blindly, and
without concern of the consequences,

- like marriage.
- Right.

Oh, here. Get this down.

In the event of a tie vote,

any disagreement shall be settled

with a toss of a coin of Mr.
Bachman's choosing.

What the fuck are you doing in here?

Can't you see we're having a meeting?

Go ahead, Big Head,
read that back to me.

Oh, um... "In the event of a tie..."

The fucking juicer's broken!

This is he second one in two days!

CJ Cantwell of Code/Rag
writes, and I quote,

"Having met this many
candidates without closing one,

"one can't help wonder why
Pied Piper can't land a man.

"Could the vaunted tech of
founder Richard Hendricks,

"whom I once called 'the
next Mark Zuckerberg, '

be turning Pied Piper from a unicorn
into a donkey wearing a party hat?"

And?

And, she's slandering my tech.

It's the one thing that's
working around here.

Look, I think if I just talk to her,

I can get her to change it.

No. I do not want you to engage
with a muckraker like CJ Cantwell

simply to salve your male ego.

My male ego has nothing
to do with this, Laurie.

Look, good coders won't want to work

for a company they
think has shitty tech.

I need to get ahead of this now.

And if I don't, we're done.

Richard, whether you
appreciate this or not,

I do actually have a plan here.

You can meet with everyone in
Palo Alto to replace me as CEO.

I'm not going to tell
you how to do your job.

Okay, but I need to do
something about this, now.

She-she... she's calling
us the next Clinkle.

Clinkle, Laurie. Clinkle.

You... you do know what
happened to Clinkle, right?

Do you want us to be Clinkle?
Please, just stop saying "Clinkle."

It jars the ear. Fine.

I will have my office
set up an interview.

But I want you to present
yourself well, Richard.

Be showered, groomed, well-dressed.

And you will need to sit down with our head
of PR beforehand to go over talking points.

Why?

Because you are in an emotional state,

and when you are emotional,

you become highly inarticulate.

Well, I don't say that's true.

Okay. Yes. Fine. Sure.

Um...

And thank you, Laurie.

Before you ask, the answer is yes.

I did blow all these hard drives clean.

- So...
- You really are a moron.

The only way to really
blow the hard drives clean

is to take a drill and
punch a hole through it.

All right, calm down, Snowden. I
zeroed them all out, we're fine.

Welcome, welcome. Uh, we have lost
our lease, so everything must go.

The chairs are arranged in
ascending order of lumbar support.

So, have a gander.

Oh, uh, word to the wise:

the Haworths are like a
spa day for the buttocks.

Yeah, and I have a fragile posterior.

My aunt used to call me "glasshole."

So, you can take it from me.

Look at these fucking maggots.

Crawling all over our garbage,

leaving their slime of mediocrity.

I thought you'd feel right
at home in a marketplace,

haggling, selling your monkey paws,

looking for Indiana Jones
in a wicker basket.

Okay. Marion was in the wicker basket,

Indiana Jones was tipping
them over, you fucking idiot.

Hi.

Let me know if you have any questions.

Well, how about that?
I made my first sale.

I've organized a lot of estate sales,

so this is kind of my wheelhouse.

- What?
- I have a lot of elderly friends.

Oh, that is a fun item.

That's a hardware fan.

You've got the yellow hoodie on today.

Oh, yeah.

Wait a second.

None of these are signed.

Oh yeah. Um, it's just my business
manager had some questions

about the way some of this
stuff was being arranged.

Like he said something about
how it's not a corporation.

It's just a general
partnership or something.

I mean, he told me I didn't
understand, which is true,

so he wanted to maybe
talk to you about it.

So you want to lawyer up, huh?
Is that what we're doing?

I don't think he has a law degree.

Big Head, I would hope that a handshake
deal would be good enough for you.

Because we're headed down a long road,

and that road must be paved with trust.
Blind trust.

And you bringing in these
so-called "experts..."

...really gives me pause,

and it insults my honor.

Huh. Uh, sorry, hold on. I got to
take this. I'll be right back.

Sorry. Hello?

Hey. Uh, how do I look?

If I'm being honest, like
a ventriloquist dummy.

Uh... Okay.

Well, you know, that's
actually kind of fitting,

because I'm on my way
to Raviga right now

to meet with a PR person to
tell me exactly what to say

to a reporter and how to say it.

Well, that does make sense.

You do tend to babble on
when you're under pressure.

Why does this thing people say?

Why indeed?

That was weird.

I just got a call from Laurie
Bream's office, at Raviga,

asking if I'd want to interview
for the job of CEO at Pied Piper.

What? Are you fucking kidding me?

That's exactly what I said.

Then I said no, and
then we both hung up.

I mean, I assume they hung up.
I had already hung up, so...

Wow. Wow. Okay.

Okay. Yeah, great. Big Head.

Big Head! Fucking kidding me?

What the fuck is going on?

Big Head, you can insult me all you want

by involving your
self-described shylocks,

but to insult Richard and humiliate him,

that's like kicking a child who's
done nothing to deserve it.

I may not be able to finish my ramen.

I told them no.

Hi there. Richard Hendricks
here to see Dawn Simon, PR.

Sure, she'll be meeting you in the small
conference room. Um, do you need me...

No, no. I, uh... I know where it is.

It turns out, I actually know something.

I'm not a fucking idiot.

- Richard Hendricks. Hi.
- Before we get any further,

I just want you to know that, um,
I'm not going to be yelling at you,

but I probably am going to yell.

- Okay.
- Okay. Uh...

because this is bullshit.

Honestly, I mean, I get it.
This is your job. You're in PR.

Your job is to pretty much
tell me what I can't say.

I mean, when I talk to this
reporter, I probably can't say

how fucked up it is that,
um, Laurie Bream fired me,

and then replaced me
with Action Jack Barker.

I probably can't say how the
only action he took was

to essentially pick the wrong product
and then bleed the company dry.

And I probably can't say how
fucking pissed off I am

that Laurie Bream is out there
gallivanting around the Valley,

interviewing every dickhole
on Earth for my job,

including Big Head...

a man that I fired by the way,
and no offense, I like him.

I do actually, he's a close friend
of mine, been that way for years.

He is a bit of a simpleton,
his name's fucking Big Head.

But, okay, look.

I want to be CEO of Pied Piper, okay?

It is my company. I worked my ass
off to build this company, okay?

That's my job. I deserve it.

And it fucking kills me
that Laurie is out there

trying to give it to someone
else, anyone but me.

But I probably can't say that, can I?

You can say anything
you want to say to me.

All right.

Thank you for meeting me, Monica.

You are from...?

Baltimore.

HL Mencken hails from Baltimore.

Who?

Widely perceived as a racist,

but... his work on the English
language is comprehensive,

and his perspicuous skewering
of evangelicals is laudable.

Monica, my mission here is
not merely to have fun.

That's... that's okay.

When I voted against you, at the
board meeting, I just want...

Monica, this is not about you, for once.

I brought you here to say...

I am sorry.

For...?

Ah, yes, of course. You are
going to make me say it.

Why am I not surprised?

I made a mistake with Richard Hendricks.

And out I went, right on my ass.

And then Laurie put that jackhole
Barker in to bankrupt the company.

But does she cop to that? No, no, no.

Because the Laurie-tron 6,000 isn't programmed
to admit when she's made a mistake.

I made an error.

Wow, um, that's really
big of you to admit.

I should not have removed him as CEO,

and installing Jack Barker in his
place only compounded that error.

But if that's true, then why are you
meeting with so many other CEO candidates?

I am meeting publically

with a number of high-value candidates

I know to be unavailable, as well as with
a number of less-qualified candidates

with whom Richard compares favorably.

That's why you called Big Head.

Yes. You see, Richard
must not be perceived

as being the most expedient candidate.

He must be seen as the
correct candidate.

This is very exciting for Richard.

I have been impressed by his
conduct in a tough situation.

- Mm-hmm.
- He's shown mettle.

Definitely.

Therefore, I will call for a
vote at the next board meeting

to offer him the job.

That is of course assuming he continues
to demonstrate an air of professionalism.

Hi, Dawn. Are you waiting for someone?

Yes. I'm supposed to be meeting
with Richard Hendricks

before he sits down with
a Code/Rag reporter.

Oh, that's weird. I saw him earlier.

And that is why...

I'm just being honest here.

I think that Peter Gregory
is better off where he is.

Just saying, because if he knew what
Laurie was doing to his company,

he probably would want to take
a gun and blow his brains out.

Uh, okay.

We should probably start talking
about the things that I can say.

Um...

Richard. Richard Hendricks?

Yes. Who are you?

Dawn Simon, Raviga's publicity director.

So that would make you...?

CJ Cantwell, Code/Rag.

Thank you, I think I
have everything I need.

Please tell me that went well.

Yep. No, yeah. It, uh...
it-it was gone great.

Yep. It had gone.

It was great.

Uh, she's a... she's a great guy.

Really. Gir... girl. She's... she's cool.
She's a cool one.

Cool. Um, so I can just...
I can get out here?

- Just 'cause I got another thing.
- Yeah.

Slow down. Listen to me.
Look, in my defense,

I said those were all the
things I can't say, okay.

So it's kind of like I
didn't even say them.

But you did say them, at a meeting
you scheduled with a reporter.

Reporter? Come on,
you're a tech blogger.

Oh, really. Hard to see why Laurie
insisted on a PR rep for you.

Look, uh, just... tell me
what I can do to kill this?

- You want me to spike the story?
- Yes, please.

Give me something better. I don't know,
go on a drunken racist Twitter rant,

or, uh, get in your car,
run over Elon Musk,

and give me an exclusive from jail.
Yeah.

Otherwise, I'm posting this
at noon tomorrow, so...

No, no, no, no. Look. Look.

If you want to leave, you're
going to have to run me over!

These offices were nice.

Now everything looks so bare.

Yeah. There is a certain
sad vulnerability to it.

Have you ever seen a naked dead person?

No. No. No.

Well, the good news is,
we cleared almost...

$70,000 from selling all this stuff.

That's not enough to afford
all the coders we need.

We need at least a dozen.

Where would we even put them now?

Shall we?

Wait. Where's my hard drive?

What did it look like?

It just looked like a
normal standard hard drive.

You sure it was in your bag?

Yeah, it was in my bag.

Could it maybe have slid out
and was next to your bag,

which was next to all the
hard drives we got rid of?

Did you sell my personal hard drive?

You didn't happen to wipe
that one clean, too, did you?

- My personal hard drive?
- Yeah.

No!

Fuck!

So it had our confidential IP on it?

Yes. All the work we did on the
platform, the box, everything.

Well, what's gone is
not necessarily lost.

Okay, we just need to find it.

I found my retainer in
the school dumpster.

I found my biological father
in a militia up in the Ozarks.

This should be no problem.

Don't worry, Dinesh, we'll find it.

Uh, does he not know we're moving out?

Should we tell him?

No. Jack paid him in
full up front, and...

he seems so at peace.

All right. All right.

I am such an idiot.

You've got no choice, Richard.

You need to go in to Laurie and
just tell her what happened.

What? It's bad enough
she's going to find out

what I said after this
piece posts online.

You want me to go in and
tell her right to her face?

No fucking way.

You could spin it.
Tell her you're sorry.

I had it. I had my old CEO job back,

and I fucked it up.

I'll get it.

Ah. The Super Angel Premium Deluxe.

In the flesh.

Yeah, I had to drive to San Mateo
to get one that has auto-reverse.

Why didn't you send your assistant?

She was on the phone, so...

Well, Big Head, it takes a brave
man to admit his mistakes,

and with this token of apology,

you've officially righted your wrong.

Consider the matter resolved.

Cool.

Traditionally the offender
shakes the offendee's hand,

so you would come to me.

That's an honest Thomas.

Gentlemen, Monica, from the
ashes of whatever happens here

will rise the Phoenix that
shall be known as Bachmanity.

That's what you're going
to call your company?

Yeah, well, before it was
going to be Bachman Capital.

Because I provide the Bachman,
and he provides the capital.

Yeah, but then, we compromised,
and made it Bachmanity,

'cause it's Bachman from him, and then the
"Etti" from me. So it's two syllables each.

Very much into keeping score, this one.
Have a seat.

I'll go fetch the documents
and my Montblanc.

Psst!

So, slight hiccup. I tracked down
the woman who bought the drive,

but she wasn't interested
in selling it back.

Apparently, she's already given
it to her elderly father

and booked the Geek Squad to set
it up for him this afternoon.

What about my drive?
All our stuff is on there.

I think we're fine. She said
he mostly uses the computer

to download photos of old ships.

I don't think he'll be able to find
our files even if he wanted to.

Well, I mean, hopefully. But still...

Dinesh is right, this is sloppy.

Where does this guy live?

Oh shit, Richard, I'm sorry, man.

Initial here and here.

No. It's okay. I... I deserve it.
It's my own fault.

And you're going to want to sign here.

Still man, that just really sucks.

You know, I bet... I bet you wish you
could just scrub the whole Internet,

like Gavin Belson does, right?

Whoa, weird. Every single one of my
signatures looks totally different.

- Wait. What?
- Yeah, look.

This one's in cursive, this
one's just printed, and then I,

one I just wrote "Big Head," but
that's not going to hold up.

No, no, no. Did you just say Gavin
Belson scrubbed the Internet?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, and then they told me to my face,

that after Nucleus was shut down,

Gavin had one of his execs
order them to scrub

all negative mentions of
Nucleus off of Hooli Search.

Wow.

Okay, when exactly did this happen?

No, no. Actually, uh...

you told me that you would spike my
story if I give you something better.

This is better, right?

Yeah. Light-years better, actually.
Your story's spiked.

Great, okay.

As long as we're trading
apples for comparable apples,

I've got a fresh and juicy
that's ripe for the picking.

Ms. Cantwell, what say
you to an exclusive

on the launch of a future
financial behemoth?

How about we just stick with Gavin?

Gavin for Richard? Deal?

Done.

Monica, do you really need to be here?

- Geek Squad.
- The computer's right here.

You're not wearing the shirt.

I spilled coffee on it.

I'm a nerd.

All right. We're all set here.

Yes!

Can I have my hard drive?

Oh, no. You fucking dick.

Shit.

You're gonna be replacing it.

You're back. How did
the board meeting go?

Well, um...

You're looking at the past, present,

and possibly future CEO of Pied Piper.

- That is fab...
- Oh...

- Congratulations!
- Jared...

My captain!

"O captain! My captain!
Rise up and hear the bells.

Rise up... for you the flag is flung...
for you the bugle trills."

All right. Dismissed.

Well, uh, just to remind you,

Pied Piper is still a
sinking ship, so...

Enough with the maritime metaphors.

This is honestly like the best birthday
gift that I ever could've asked for.

- It's your birthday?
- Oh, I don't know.

The CPS worker couldn't
find my birth certificate,

but... maybe now it is.

And in other good news, we've managed
to fill out our engineering team.

Did you tell them that
my Fage's off-limits?

Oh, that... that won't be a worry.

Come meet them.

All right, guys, who wants to start
work on the fragment uploader?

Uh, Gleb, why don't you
and Sanjay take it?

Richard, say hi.

Yes, uh, hello. I am,
uh, Richard Hendricks,

the CEO of Pied Piper. Welcome aboard.

- Hello.
- What the fuck is going on here?

We got a little creative.

Uh, I read that the woman
who started Pegg'd built

her entire app using a team of coders
from India, she never met in person.

And it only cost $15,000.

So, yeah, so we figured
why limit ourselves

to a few expensive people in the Valley,

when we could afford a full
complement if we outsourced?

Uh, Richard, I know we said that
we sold everything in the offices

to pay for these guys, but
that was not exactly true.

Um, we kept one thing.

Okay.

Oh, wow. It's the CEO chair.

Ah.

Have a seat.

Okay.

Okay, uh...

Well, uh, why don't we, uh,

go around the room or screens or
whatever, and, uh, introduce ourselves?

Hello, my name is Gleb.
I am in Bulgaria.

Hello, I am Sanjay. I am
here in Mumbai, India.

- You having trouble?
- No.

I am Elisabet. I am speaking
to you from Estonia.

Uh, thank you for the...

Whoa!

It's fine. It's fine. It's fine.

- I got it. I got it. It's fine.
- Dude.

You're making a great first impression.

Sorry. Can we go to the...
do the names one more time?