All language subtitles for Devs s01e05_English

How long are we
supposed to wait?

To feel comfortable
with women having power?

How much time do we give people
to adapt to change?

*

* Oh, I wept *

* For days *

* Filled my eyes *

* With silly tears *

* Oh, yeah *

* But I don't *

* Care no more *

* I don't care if *

* My eyes get sore *

* I take my seat *

* On the train *

* Yeah *

* And let the sun *

* Come melt my pain *

* Come tomorrow *

* I'll be far away *

* In the sunshine *

* Of another day *

* A worried mind *

* Makes it so hard to bear *

* Hard to live *

* And hard to care *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah *

* But I don't *

* Care no more *

* I don't care if *

* My eyes get sore *

* I take my seat *

* On the train *

* Oh, yeah *

* And let the sun *

* Come melt my pain *

* Whoa *

* Come tomorrow *

* I'll be far away *

* Yeah *

* In the sunshine *

* Of another day *

* Yeah *

* Another day. *

(gasping)

So, Jamie.
Tell me...

What exactly is the story
between you and Lily?

Actually, don't tell me.
I'm gonna guess.

You're a puppy dog.

And you're devoted to her,
forever and ever.

And you'll do
anything she wants,

in case she chucks you a bone.

I hit the bull's-eye, didn't I?

(gasps)

(gasping)

(whimpering)

Okay.
(sniffs)

You're good.
Let's talk.

So, uh, in case you don't know,

my name is Kenton.

I'm the head of security
at Amaya.

And I've got a problem.

My problem is
I have to contain

a very complex situation,

but the situation
is refusing to be contained.

In fact...
(chuckles)

...it's cascading.

Once a cascade starts,
the impulse is to panic.

You feel like you're standing
in front of an avalanche

with a fucking bucket and spade.

(sighs)
But I'm not panicking.

I'll tell you why.

Long ago...

...when I was about your age,

maybe a little older,

I was in the CIA.

I was based in Hong Kong.

And we were working
toward what we called

the American century.

The 20th century
was all about war in Europe

and communism in Russia
and Asia,

but the 21st century
was gonna be

all for the stars and stripes.

Things seemed to be
going pretty well.

The Soviet Union had collapsed,

Europe was nicely
weak and stable.

And on my beat,

a popular uprising
had started on mainland China.

The focus point was Beijing.

Hundreds of thousands
of demonstrators

had occupied Tiananmen Square.

Wouldn't fucking budge.

And at a certain point,

my bureau chief called us
into his office and said...

China was finished.

Whatever the government did
wouldn't make a difference.

The protests would spread
across the country,

the system would collapse.

The tipping point was reached.

The cascade was unstoppable.

You know what happened next?

The Chinese government

sent in soldiers and tanks
to Tiananmen Square,

shot everybody they could.

Took the revolution by the neck

and crushed the fucking life
out of it.

Today, China is the most
powerful force on the planet,

the most powerful force
the world has ever known.

And it turned out to be

the Chinese century.

Story over.

My point?

Everything's containable.

But only if you're willing
to do what it takes.

I'm willing to do what it takes.

Do you believe me?

(whimpering)

You are a dissident,

I am a tank.

Do you believe me?

Y-Y... Y-Yes.

I think you believe me.

But I need to be sure.

(screams)

Shut up.
Shut up.

-(whimpering)
-Shut up.

Whatever you and Lily
were doing,

whoever you were talking to,

whatever you're planning,
it stops right now.

Unless you do
exactly as I say...

no one you care about is safe.

Are we clear?

Y-Y... Yes.

Good.

(whimpering continuing)

*

*

Oh, Jesus.

* I've been watching you *

* For some time... *

MAN:
...wanted me to do.

So I told him...
Well, I told him everything.

I told him,
"This is what we're gonna do..."

* Ocean eyes *

* Burning cities *

* And napalm skies *

* 15 flares... *

Hey.
Are you okay?

Sorry. Yeah.
I'm fine.

* No fair... *

If you want to be left alone,
that's okay.

I can leave you alone.

It's nothing serious.
No one died.

* When you give me those
ocean eyes... *

You just broke up.

* I'm scared... *

Well... that counts as serious.

* Your ocean eyes... *

I guess.

* Those ocean eyes... *

So... yeah, I feel like shit.

* A world gone blind... *

Presumably you broke up
for a reason.

Mm-hmm.

Because he's not the right guy.

Yeah.

So... it is what it is.

That was blunt.

* Ocean eyes *

* No fair... *

You're absolutely right.
I-I'm sorry.

You know what, I-I was
talking to myself, not you.

What do you mean?

* No fair... *

I'm in the same boat.

Except a few months further
down the line.

And I've become seriously expert

at beating myself up.

So I say shit like
"it is what it is"

because it makes me
feel like I am assertive...

...instead of a punching bag.

In other words, ignore me.

* Those ocean eyes... *

Actually...

to be honest, you're right.

It is what it is.

Don't worry.

Break-ups aren't all bad.

It means you have the endless
pleasure of dating ahead of you.

Christ.

What a thought.

Seriously, however bad
you remember it,

it's so much worse.

I mean, the app thing
is out of control.

But there's no choice
if you want to meet someone.

And I don't mean
meet someone special,

I mean, literally, meet anyone.

Well, I think I've done enough
cheering you up.

Yeah.
Great job.

(chuckles)
I'll see you around. On Tinder.

No.

* No fair... *

No, me neither.

I'll see you around here.

Sure.

* When you give me those
ocean eyes *

* I'm scared *

(door closes)

* I've never fallen
from quite so high. *

(indistinct chatter in distance)

(sighs)

HARRY LIME (on laptop):
Look down there.

Would you really feel any pity

if one of those dots
stopped moving forever?

If I offered you £20,000
for every dot that stopped,

would you really, old man,
tell me to keep my money?

Or would you...
calculate how many dots

you could afford to spend?

Free of income tax, old man.
Free of income tax.

The only way...

Lily.

I'm in love with you.

Whoa.

It's the first time
either of us have said that.

You are creative.

You are unexpected.

Funny.

Clever.

Hot.

Awesome in every way.

So, yeah-- I'm in love with you.

I'm in love with you too.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

(chuckles)

Cool.

(chuckles softly)

HARRY:
...you can save money nowadays.

HOLLY MARTINS:
Lot of good your money'll
do you in jail.

HARRY:
That jail is in another zone.

There's no proof against me.

Besides you.

HOLLY:
I should be pretty easy
to get rid of.

HARRY:
Pretty easy.

Gun. Barrier. Sensor.

The dual-slit experiment.

I'm sure you are all familiar.

A stream
of single quantum particles--

let's say photons--

are fired at two slits
in a barrier.

Mysteriously, the single photon

appears to pass through

both slits at the same time,

as evidenced
by the interference pattern

that starts to appear

when the photon
hits the back sensor.

We conclude
that the single photon

is somehow
interacting with itself.

And now we have
prima facie evidence

of the superposition
of quantum particles.

That they can exist
in more than one place

at the same time.

That idea...

makes us uncomfortable.

We're not used to things

being in more than one place
at the same time.

It's in conflict with our direct
experience of the world.

I am not in a superposition,

I am standing only here.
And you

are not in a superposition,

you are sitting only there.

So we decide
we need more information.

We place a detector
on one of the two slits,

so we can tell when the photon
is passing through.

But as soon
as the detector is activated,

the interference pattern

on the back sensor disappears.

The superposition photon
has suddenly collapsed

to a classical single position.

The photon is now

only in one place.

The act of our
observing the particle

has somehow changed it.

It's a complex problem,

which leads
to a simple question.

-What the hell just happened?
-Now watch--

I asked the professor
to provoke her.

PROFESSOR:
There's no shortage
of proposed answers

to that question.
The Copenhagen interpretation,

which states
that the act of measurement

-affects the system.
-Please.

The Penrose interpretation,
which suggests

that the wave function collapse

is caused
by space-time curvature.

But I want to talk to you

about the von Neumann-Wigner
interpretation,

which states
that human consciousness

is the key modifier
in decoherence.

Are you fucking kidding?

Katie.

You're offering a lecture

on von Neumann-Wigner?

Uh... Are you serious?
The...

Half the people in this room
are undergrads.

They might actually
believe what you're saying.

There are many
interesting conjectures

within the theory.

It's dualist bullshit.

Which is the worst kind
of bullshit.

-You would prefer...
-The Everett interpretation.

-Which you didn't even mention.
-Ah. Everett.

Whose interpretation states

that there is no change
to the superposition

of the humble quantum particle.

Rather, there is a change
to the entire universe.

It states that the macroscopic
superposition exists.

And just so we're all clear
what that means--

it means the universe
is constantly splitting,

like the trunk
and branches and twigs

of an infinitely large tree.

And on that tree,

all possible worlds will exist.

All possible events will happen.

All histories and all futures,

a near infinite number of times.

KATIE:
It's deterministic.

It's supported by the math

and it's supported
by the experiment.

But it's not supported
by the real world.

Whatever.

(clears throat)
Enjoy, dweebs.

-(woman chuckles, clears throat)
-MAN: Bye.

(indistinct muttering)

(scoffs) Von Neumann-Wigner.
What a fucking joke.

*

FOREST (echoing):
Katie... Katie...

Katie... Katie... Katie...

Katie?

Yes?

Uh, one of your professors
is a friend of mine.

She told me you're the best
student she's had in years,

perhaps ever.

That's nice.

She also told me...

your family can no longer
cover your college fees.

I want to pay
for your college fees...

...and offer you a job
when you graduate.

Who are you?

Do you understand
what I'm asking?

Yes.

I do.

Is it madness?

Is there a world
in which it could work?

*

Whoa.

This is way better
than last time.

My sugar cube doesn't have
a single error package.

I got a few here in the shell.

KATIE:
Are those errors?

I think those are actual gaps
in the structure.

Oh.

Yeah, you might be right.

Skull is good, too.

I'm now at 1.2 times ten

to the power of 18.

Still clean.

I mean, look at these
sucrose molecules.

My sugar is sweet.

I think the mouse is sweet.

The mouse is dead.

Well, he's still sweet.

He's got a cute little face.

Forest.
I think we're good.

We can try
to extrapolate inwards.

Cool.

So do it.

Okay.

Let's see.

*

*

Silence from the team.

So it worked.

Yeah.
(soft chuckle)

It worked.

Keep going.

Keep extrapolating?

You mean outwards?

Why not?

We'll run out of memory
pretty fucking quick, but...

yeah, why not?

No harm it can do.

*

Fuck.

*

"And he made a house
called a cocoon

"and he stayed in there
for, like,

"two weeks.

"More than two weeks,

"and poof...

"and poof,
he was a butterfly.

"A beautiful, nice,
beautiful butterfly.

The end."

FOREST:
Is that the end?

AMAYA:
Yes.

The end.

(birds chirping)

Hey, sweetheart.

Just wondering where you are.

The milk.
Shit.

No, totally forgot.

I was going over papers
all morning and I...

Uh, anyway, yeah, I forgot.

Are you?

Yeah, I see you.

So, look, bring Amaya back
and then

I'll take the car
and go to the store.

I'll get stuff for dinner, too.

I don't know.
Pasta?

(chuckles)

I know we can discuss it
in 30 seconds.

-We can also discuss it now.
-(horn honks)

(car horn blaring)

No.

No.

No.

No.
(sobbing)

No.

No. No... No!

No! No!

No! No! No!

*

*

*

Do you think any of them

understand what we're really
doing here?

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure you even understand
what we're really doing here.

What do you mean?

I think Devs is how
you've put yourself on trial.

It's judge and jury.

If it works,

determinism precludes
free will,

and you're absolved,
you did no wrong.

But if it doesn't work,

you had choices.

And you're guilty.

If it doesn't work, I'm damned.

Yes.
Pretty much.

What's my place in this trial?

You're a witness.

No.

I'm the lawyer for the defense.

I'm gonna make
my opening argument.

Are you ready?

Um...

no.

Yeah.

*

*

If I, uh...

if I asked you
to do me a favor,

but I couldn't tell you why,

do you think
you could trust me, and...

and not ask any questions,
and just do it?

Ne...
I'm being serious.

Okay.
So, I need you to get Mom.

And get Lucy and Tom

and their kids.

And take them to the place
we used to go on vacation

when me and Lucy were kids.

Ne, the hotel by the lake.

An...
For one week.

And I don't care what
any of them say about school

or jobs or feeding pets
or anything, I just...

They have to do it.
You have to make them do it.

I said I can't tell you why.

No, Dad, you...

You know how I work
for an Internet security firm?

Well, we've been
subcontracting for the NSA

and a foreign power
hacked our system

and got all
our personal details.

So the NSA instructed us
to-to make sure

our immediate families were safe

until they made everything...
okay.

Yeah, we've got
major protection here.

Guys with guns, you name it,
'round the clock.

So, will you do it, Dad?

Jebal.

Thank you.

Yeah, I'm totally fine.
(chuckles)

I love you too.
All you guys.

Okay, Dad.
I got to go.

(speaks Korean)

Okay. Bye.

So I need to add
an important caveat

to our working relationship.

I'm not going to prison.

Do you understand?

You need to fully
take that on board.

You don't need to worry
about going to prison, Kenton.

I disagree.

I killed a guy,
I put his girl in a nuthouse

and I terrorized her friend
into silence.

Hopefully that does the trick.
But if it doesn't,

and I feel this shit
is catching up with me,

then the terms of our deal
are null and void.

I will act

in a self-interested manner.

What does that mean?

I just told you.
I'm not going to prison.

You can't fuck me
without fucking yourself.

Lily Chan is a threat.

It's not in your power
to kill her, Kenton.

Have we met?

I didn't say you lack
the ability to kill her.

I said it's not in your power.

Well, I'll tell you what.

You just let me
worry about that.

(door opens, closes)

(mutters in Mandarin)

*

* Oh, I wept *

* For days *

* Filled my eyes *

* With silly tears *

* Oh, yeah *

* But I don't *

* Care no more *

* I don't care if *

* My eyes get sore *

* I take my seat *

* On the train *

* Oh, yeah *

* And let the sun *

* Come melt my pain *

* Whoa *

* Come tomorrow *

* I'll be far away *

* Yeah *

* In the sunshine *

* Of another day *

* Yeah *

* Another day... *

Lily?

Lily?

I'm getting you out.

(mumbles)

What?

I love you, baby.

Oh, I wish you did,
but you don't.

It's just the dope talking.

Come on, let's go.

* Now I've left it *

-* All behind *
-That's it.

* Ooh, I did not *

-* Have to be *
-There you go.

-* So unkind *
-Okay.

* Oh, no, I did not *

* But the street *

* Is warm and bright *

* Far away *

* I'm gonna be tonight *

* Whoa *

* I take my seat *

* On the train *

* Oh, baby, now *

* And let the sun *

* Come melt my pain *

* Come tomorrow *

* I'll be far away *

* In the sunshine *

* Of another day. *

(guttural vocalizing)

(vocalizing continuing)

(vocalizing continuing)

(soft vocalizing)

Captioned by
Media Access Group at WGBH

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

-(horn honks)
-What is Devs?

What is Devs?

What is Devs?

(grunts)

(screams)

MAN: I had no idea
what I would find

when I went searching
for my father.

They flashed the Zodiac Killer,
and my heart stopped.

WOMAN: He believes
he is the son of the Zodiac.

I'm gonna miss you so much,

but we can speak on the computer
so you'll see my face.

But we won't be able
to touch you.

Hey, look.
You'll still have me.

-Just you?
-Yes. Just-- Your father. Hi.

-I'm a
once-in-a-generation artist.
-Oh.

Who just got verified
on Twitter, about,
what, nine days ago?

I'm glad you feel good
that a robot told you
you're worth it.

* Hi, I'm Dave *

-Mom.
-Yes?

-Okay. I want
a big party this year.
-Serious?

-I want a quinceañera.
-Quinceañera?

We can't do that.
We're too white for that.
We're not allowed.

Looks like one
of my codpieces.

-Except not as big.
-(chuckling)

What are you waiting for?
Take your instrument,
use my body

and perform your special
blood ritual.

(laughing) Kyle.

(up-tempo folk music)

VOCALIST: Hey!