All language subtitles for Silicon.Valley.S06E07.WEBRip.x264-ION10-eng(1)

Is there something you
want to tell us?

I respect you all?

MAN:
"AT&T and YaoNet close deal."

Wow. Bombshell.

♪ (INTENSE MUSIC PLAYING) ♪

Our network's slowing down
because YaoNet's here,
and they're attacking us.

LAURIE BREAM: We did not
come here to attack you, simply

in order to see how you got
PiperNet to work,

which it turns out
you did not.

Pied Piper does not scale.

Worthless piece of--

(DRONE BUZZES)

I don't need
to use Gilfoyle's A.I.

in order to improve middle-out.

I need to use middle-out
to create a new A.I.

BERTRAM GILFOYLE:
Holy shit.

Our network overhead must've
massively shrunk.

It worked. It-- It-- It--
It happened.

(YELLS)
We did it!

PILOT: And out of the left side,
you can see...

I don't know what that is.

(DINGS)

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

(smacks lips, clears throat)

Should I look at the...
(clears throat) camera or you?

Documentarian:
You can just talk to me.
Can you introduce yourself?

Sure, yeah. Um...

(loud, distorted):
Uh, my name is
Richard Hendricks,

-and I'm the--
-Documentarian: Could you...?

My name is
Richard Hendricks. I'm, uh,

the founder
and CEO of Pied Piper.

I think like most people,
I first heard about

Pied Piper at
TechCrunch Disrupt.

-(audience cheering)
-Middle-out was a game changer.

-(screams)
-Announcer: The winner
of this year is Pied Piper.

What you have to understand
is conventional compression

was like rubbing
two sticks together.

And along comes Pied Piper,
out of nowhere,

with a frickin' blowtorch.

Well, we had really just started

um, a few months earlier,

and like a bunch of other
Silicon Valley companies,

we were just working
out of a garage.

Or a house, really.

-Documentarian:
Nice place?
-No.

Dinesh:
It was like a shit hole,

but there was
so much shit in it,

it was filled all the way up.

So, it was, like,
level with the ground.

If that's true,
there was a little meniscus

in the shit,
and that's where...

our dreams lived.

Not the kind of house you
wanna take your shoes off in.

Yeah, just fuckin'
smelled really bad.

It was all right.

Jared:
Oh, I was the sloppy girl

in the discotheque,
just twirling and twirling

like the night would never end.

Jian-Yang won the house
from me in a game of chance.

He told me to pick a number
between one and 10.

I picked seven, um,
but it was three.

Eh, you live, you learn.

We had knocked around
for a few years,

trying different iterations
of what we wanted to do.

It was at RussFest when things
really got crazy for us.

-(laughter)
-Dinesh: It was so much money.

So much.

Yeah. Times were good.

(rock music blasting)

(Dinesh singing)

♪ Millionaire... ♪

Uh, DJ Mad Evil,

could we cut the music
for a second?

-(music stops)
-♪ Millionaire... ♪

I have a surprise
for everybody,

and, um,

(laughing):
suffice it to say,

I think that everyone
here is gonna want a slice

of this moist
and scrumptious cake.

We're gonna take
a bite in three,

(laughs) two...

Richard's in the cake!

-Jared: ...one.
-Fuckin' Gabe.

-Surprise!
-(rattling)

(laughing)

Wait a second!
What's going on with the cake?

(rattling, grunting)

-Push from your thighs.
-(rattling)

-Oh God, are you okay?
-Richard: Fine.

-Handle broke.
-Oh.

-Doesn't matter. Oh, sorry.
-I was right.

Oh, don't worry about it.

-Don't worry about it.
It's fine.
-Pictures...

Richard:
Okay, everybody.

I'm here to tell you

that it has all
been worth it.

-Woo!
-Uh,

because today,

it finally happened.

We just shipped

the final build...

of the PiperNet
firmware for AT&T's

nationwide launch next week!

(cheering)

♪ ♪

What the fuck?
Is that beer?

No, you're not
drinking that piss.
We drink my piss!

- Tres Comas!
-Oh.

Russ:
I just bought

all the Pied Piper shares

that some dentist
in Phoenix had.

Oh, no way. My dad's
a dentist in Phoenix.

Well, hopefully he's not
an asshole like this guy.

-Big Head:
Yeah, that would suck.
-We could be talking...

Cuatro Comas!

Drink up,
you fucks!

(cheering)

(music playing)

-No, no, no,
just stop. Just stop.
-(gagging)

How does he make it
look so difficult?

♪ Millionaire ♪

♪ Trillionaire ♪

Another? Oh boy!

(party chatter)

Hey! There you are.

I, uh,
got you something.

Oh, Monica. (chuckle)

"Leaving AT&T.

"Just dotted the I's,
crossed the T's,

and every single
detail is perfect."

-I sent this to you last week.
-Yeah, and as soon as you did,

I knew I had to frame it.

Well, I mean,
I had my assistant frame it,
but you know.

It's really awesome.

Although...

Are you sure this is
what I sent to you?

-Yeah. Why?
-Okay.

No, here.

Huh. That's weird.

Oh, it's because--
It's actually kinda funny.

-Um, I'm not sure if you--
-Jian-Yang:
Richard, congratulations.

It's your very close
friend Jian-Yang,

and I would like you
to give me free shares

of Pied Piper.

(chuckle)
Okay, Jian-Yang. Uh...

Well, you had plenty of
opportunity to invest.

-Still do.
-Yeah, you can
buy Pipercoin.

Monica, two men
are talking business.

You can find your
broom and fly away.

Suit yourself.
I just checked the ledger,
and the coin

we issued to Erlich was
just sold for $20 million.

Richard,

is the mean lady right?

Errich is now fat and rich?

Uh, yeah, I guess.

Where is he?

I don't know.

Tibet still, maybe.

Okay.

Tibet.

Okay.

-Richard: Huh.
-Documentarian:
So, at this point,

steaming into the launch,
you had no idea

-what was about to happen.
-No.

No, none. None whatsoever.

Everything was going...

great.

Dinesh:
What the fuck is
wrong with Richard?

Why does he wanna
see us so early?

Well, he's been
here all night.

He wouldn't explain,
but he is in a bit of a state.

♪ ♪

-Hey, Richard?
-(marker squeaking)

Richard,
they're here.

Oh, great. Yeah.
Sit, sit. Sit, sit.

-Dinesh: Why?
-Just find a seat.

-Richard, what's wrong?
-Richard: I don't know.

Maybe nothing.
Maybe something.

Look, here, I wanna show
you something. Um...

You see? Okay. So, uh,

this was a message I sent
to Monica last week.

She had it framed
for me as a gift.

Oh, I was gonna get
you a gift, but, um,

it was back-ordered,
so it's coming next--

Look at the dots.
Count the dots.

-Dots?
-The dots! Look, look.

"Every single detail is,"
dot-dot-dot, "perfect." Okay?

There are three dots
in that ellipsis,

which is the correct
number of dots. However,

in the message
that I sent her,

there are...

four dots,
which is incorrect.

Thus, not perfect.
It was a joke.

-Was it?
-Yes. Was and is.

(laugh)

Okay, well, uh, I didn't
change your joke, Richard.

That's what I got.
Three dots.

(laugh)

Wait, is it... three dots
that's funny or is it four?

Richard:
Four, four, four.
That's what I sent her, four.

But our messaging
is encrypted. So,

how did what I send,
four dots,

end up as three dots
in her feed?

Data corruption,
bit flip,

-just a fluke.
-Yeah, sure. Yeah,
that's what I thought.

So, then I checked
the logs, read the math.

The total size of
all sent messages

should be the same
as the total size

of all received
messages, right?

But it's not.
The received messages
are smaller.

How? How is that
possible? Unless...

our network...

is compressing the content

of encrypted files in transit.

And the only way
that is possible

is by bypassing
encryption.

-Well, that's impossible.
-Richard: I agree.

It makes no sense,

but don't you think we should
figure this out before launch?

Richard, don't do this.
Not now.

We launch in four days.

The TV spots are
already running.

We're not jeopardizing
billions of dollars

because you're
missing a dot.

Should I get everyone in here
to start working on this?

-Well--
-Gilfoyle: We're beyond that.

The others can't help us now.

Jared, bolt the doors.

What's in the bag?

Clif bars and a gun.

Gavin Belson:
(sigh) May I be honest?

There was a period
of my life in which

I would've rooted
for the failure of
Richard Hendricks.

That was a different
Gavin Belson. That was...

tech icon Gavin Belson,

not literary icon
Gavin Belson.

Since leaving Hooli,
I've co-authored

37 adult romance novels.

Fondly, Margeaux.
The Lighthouse Dancer.

Cold Ice Cream
and Hot Kisses.

Over here,
The Prince of Puget Sound.

Uh, and lastly,
His Hazel Glance.

All international best sellers.

Uh, G-Gavin.
A moment, please.

(sigh)

I'm so sorry. A moment.

Gavin:
The fuck is your problem?

Rod Morgenstern:
You said that
this would be an hour.

Gavin:
Well, we're just
running a little over.

Rod:
Yeah, with the lights,
and the machines,

and the sound equipment,

how is this ever
gonna be an hour?

Gavin:
You're acting
hysterical, all right?

We'll have plenty of
time to write this--

Rod:
Yeah, you know what?
You know what?

Do your--
your little interview.

I'll just write
the book myself, okay?

Gavin:
Well, if you could you would,
but you can't.

You're stuck with me,
and I'm stuck with you.

Rod:
Whoa, whoa, whoa...

That's what Florian
says to Claudette

outside the cheese cave!

-Gavin: Oh my God!
That's our third act!
-Rod: Third act!

-Gavin: Yes! Okay, go,
put the kettle on.
-Rod: Yeah.

I'm terribly sorry.
I'm gonna have
to cut this short.

Thank you for coming.

When Richard told me
about the dots last night,

initially, I dismissed it
as the ranting

of a self-sabotaging idiot.

But a few hours later
when I woke up

in a stall in the second
story men's bathroom,

I realized something.

That you're an alcoholic?

Perhaps,
but high-functioning.

Much like our network.
To wit...

(typing)

Our internal messaging,
based on HooliChat,

uses a weak
encryption standard

known as P-256.

Whether Richard
believes it or not,

our network cracked it.

Who allowed it to do that?

Gilfoyle: We did,
when we gave it one job.

To make itself
more efficient.

It developed
a general solution

to discrete log
in polynomial time.

What?

Jared:
Okay, is this a good thing

or a bad thing?
Someone tell me how to feel.

Abject terror for you.
Build from there.

Gilfoyle:
Once launched,

our AI will keep
learning to break

more and more
sophisticated parameters.

Ultimately, this
will mean the end

of privacy.

Electrical grids,

financial institutions,

the nuclear launch codes

for every single nuclear weapon.

All will be exposed.

Pure violence
will become

the only basis of power.

Spare us the apocalyptic
desert planet

sci-fi bullshit,
Frank Herbert.

Uh, Frank Herbert was a writer
who wrote a series of--

I know who fucking
Frank Herbert is.

Oh. I'm sorry.

Was that gendered?

-That was gendered.
-Richard: Okay, Gilfoyle.

Even if everything
you're saying is right,

and that's where we're headed,

there's gotta be
a way to fix it.

Fix what, Richard?
The network is doing

exactly what we told it to do.

The AI is optimizing
the compression

and the compression
is optimizing the AI.

Everything that
makes it successful

is exactly what
makes it dangerous.

It's a feature, not a bug.

No (scoff), no, no.
Okay, no.

What are we gonna do about it?

What do you suggest
we do about it?

You're gonna make me
say it, aren't you?

Fine.

We built a monster.

We need to kill it.

-Dinesh: Fuck.
-Are you out of your mind?

No, no, no, no, no,
Gilfoyle.

We didn't build a monster,
first of all.

We built the single greatest

fucking network,
ever, in the world.

That's the big one.

And I'm sorry,
you wanna kill it?

Now? Now? Now?

We are inches away
from the finish line.

You wanna fucking kill it?

We did it, man!
We built it! It works!

It just needs a little help!
We just gotta fix it, okay?

We don't kill it!

That's crazy, man!
Kill yourself is the thing.

Fuck you.

I mean...

that's crazy.

When people ask me
about Pied Piper,

I always tell them
the same thing.

(soft grunting)

Are there other questions?

Uh, yeah.
Can you elaborate?

Mm... yes.

(quiet prison chatter)

Will you?

Ah...

Hmm...

(sigh)

Save it, Jared.
I'm not in the mood
for a pep talk.

You know, if I learned
anything from my time
with Gwart,

it's the power
of just listening.

Fucking Gilfoyle.

Shut it down?
Are you fucking kidding me?

Throw everything away that
we've been working toward?

Not to mention the fact
that we have a contract

worth billions of dollars.

Yeah, that's
a lot of money.

And what about
all the other stuff
we're gonna do?

I mean, give internet to
underserved communities,

students in the homework gap,
refugees, genomic research.

Pied Piper can help
scientists cure cancer.

-And cancer is bad.
-Cancer fuckin' sucks!

"Hey, I'd like some
cancer, please." No.

And we have
this beautiful baby,

who is a little sick...

But, apparently,
it's now the devil,

and we have to kill it.

I vote we take it to
the doctor, but fuck.

I had a foster mother
who thought I was the devil

and that she
had to kill me.

And I think it was pretty
traumatizing for her.

And th-the odds...

of Gilfoyle's stupid crazy

doomsday scenario actually
coming true are...

I mean, we've had a nuclear
arsenal for decades,

and we're fine. I mean,
outside of a couple...

substantial blips.
Two in particular.

I'd say we're safer.

The real killer is stress.

Okay, sure, fine.

Oppenheimer famously
said he regretted

building the atom bomb
and died in despair,

but what the fuck does that
have to do with anything?

Oppenheimer.
What a self-obsessed
little bitch.

What are we
supposed to do, huh?
What are we supposed to do?

Fucking Gilfoyle.
We'll just call up AT&T

and say that our
network is so good

that it'll eventually
become some doomsday device,

and we have no moral
option but to destroy it

before we let you release it?
I mean...

We're not doing it!
We're not.

-We're not.
-Hey, Richard.

♪ ♪

Whatever you think is best,
that's what we're gonna do.

I mean, they just
put up the billboard.

She's a beauty, right?

Fu--!
Sorry, guys.

-Gilfoyle's right.
-Seriously?

We're seriously doing this?
We're canceling the launch?

Well, no. Uh, ha,
that's not enough.

Our network is dangerous.

If we cancel it
or shut it down,

then others
will try to copy

or reverse engineer
everything that we've built.

It's like...

It's like
the four-minute mile.

Everybody thought
it was impossible,

until someone did it,

and then everybody
started doing it

because they knew
it could be done.

Jared:
Right. Roger Bannister.

Now, imagine he'd gone
into cardiac arrest

and evacuated on
himself and died.

And as he lay there
with his prolapsed anus

peeking beneath
the running shorts on
his newly dead body,

the crowd jeered
and grimaced.

That is what has
to happen to us.

We have to shit
ourselves to death.

Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm.

He's right.

Our launch has
to fail, publicly...

and spectacularly.

Are you dumbfucks
listening to yourselves?

Because I am,

and you are dumb.

And fucks.

Gilfoyle is willing
to destroy everything
we've built

just to prevent me
from having money!

(beeping)

Interesting.

Is that Dinesh's Tesla?

What?

-There's no one in it.
-Gilfoyle: Correct.

You have the Tesla
mobile app on your phone,

which communicates over
the Pied Piper network.

A few hours ago,
I tasked said network

with providing me your
TLS encryption key,

which it just gave me.

To verify that that
key was correct,

I decided to
autodrive your car

to the car wash on El Camino.

It appears the key was correct,

-no?
-(revving)

Be careful, Charlotte.

What encryption does Tesla use?

Curve 25519,

the most secure...

discrete log parameter
there is.

Not anymore.

Our network just blew it
apart like a prolapsed anus.

In only two hours
and 47 minutes.

-The prosecution rests.
-Monica: Okay, Dinesh,

they're right.
We have to fail,

and it has to look
like an accident,

or else we could
all go to prison.

♪ ♪

-No, I cannot do it.
-Gilfoyle: Of course you can.

Your entire life
has prepared you
to publicly fail.

You're just failing
to see that right now.

Don't insult me.
I can fail circles
around you losers.

But will I?

I'm gonna be honest with you.

No offense to me,

but I am greedy
and unreliable,

bordering on piece of shit.

If there is a chance

to stop you guys
from stopping you guys,
I will do it.

I will sabotage your sabotage.

So, if this company
needs to fail

epically,
like fucking fail...

you need to do it without me.

Revoke my permissions.

Delete my PiperMail account.

I will use Gmail like
a fucking basic bitch.

(sigh)

Don't let me anywhere
near that launch.

I may beg,
and I will lie to you.

I cannot bribe you because
I don't have any money.

But I am too much
of a liability.

That is the most
courageous act of cowardice
I've ever seen.

All this because
of a fucking dot.

Dinesh's car is at
the Wendy's drive-thru.

Anybody hungry?

They call it PiperNet,

and it's coming
to your phone.

Tomorrow at noon, the
Pied Piper app will go live

on the latest 5G-equipped
iOS and Android phones

in 10 major cities
across the country.

AT&T says, if things go as
planned, PiperNet could be

on more than a half billion
devices within a year.

And no one is more excited
than technology super fans,

-like the ones behind me...
-(cheering)

...who are camping out
all night to snag

a limited edition Pied
Piper-equipped smartphone.

If their enthusiasm
is anything to go by,

then a lot more people
may soon be lining up

to pay the piper. (laugh)

I'm Jim Gittman, KCTW.

All right, thanks, everyone!
Appreciate y'all! Okay!

(laughing)
I see you! I see you!

(sigh)

♪ ♪

Hey, does anyone
want a bear claw?

I just bought too
many at the store,

so I'm going around giving
them away if anybody wants

-a bear claw or a cruller--
-Whoa.

You got one of the Pied
Piper ratjacks made?

Wait, there's a cool
nickname for the jackets?

Yeah, you even got
Dinesh embroidered.

Oh, he's my favorite, too.

Wait.

Oh my God. Holy shit!

Dude, it's Dinesh!

-Yeah, Dinesh.
I'm Dinesh Chugtai.
-(cheering)

I'm the cofounder
of Pied Piper,

in an original ratjack.

Girl:
I can't wait for tomorrow!

Don't worry about
tomorrow! Today!

-Fuck tomorrow!
-Girl: Uh,

-can I get a selfie?
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.

-Okay, thank you!
-Here we go.

(excited chatter)

Woman:
I am Pied Piper.

-I am Pied Piper.
-I am Pied Piper.

Man:
I am Pied Piper...

-Are we set?
-Locked and loaded.

The script I wrote
will push a new build

from the supernode at the office
the second you step on stage.

No one here will see it.
When we go live,

all the nodes should
start broadcasting noise

across common
communication bands,

jamming cell signals,
knocking out Bluetooth,

and fucking up every
GPS unit for miles.

-Good.
-Yeah.

They'll force us
to shut it down...

then it'll all be over.

♪ ♪

Good.

Yeah. Good.

(sigh)
Fuck.

Richard?
We're about to start.

Yeah, let's go.
Okay, here we go.

I am Pied Piper.

-(music playing)
-I am Pied Piper.

-Deep Voice: I am Pied Piper.
-(chatter)

Hi. Uh, my name
is Dinesh Chugtai.

I wanna make sure
I am not on the list
for the launch today.

Chugtai. Um... I don't
see your name here.

Okay, that's great. Oh, uh,

could you also make sure there
are no VIP lists I might be on?

Chugtai. Spelled
how it's pronounced.

-Woman: Okay. Uh...
-"Chu,"

and then "gtai."

No, not here either.

Oh, and these security guards?

Are they your best guys?
Like, will they stop me?

Would they fuck me up?

-I'm sorry, we--
-Thank you so much.

That's exactly the response
I was looking for.

I feel very confident
I will not be getting into

the launch today.
Thank you for not helping.

Don't let me through.

We are Pied Piper!

(applause, cheering)

Woo!

-Yes, hello. Uh...
-(applause dying down)

I am Richard Hendricks,
founder and CEO,

and I am thrilled
to welcome you all

to the official launch
of Pied Piper.

(applause, cheering)

(microwave humming)

(beeping)

(wearable chair rattling)

(cooling fans whirring)

-Hey, John.
-Yeah.

Here's your hot water.

Okay.

Hey, Gabe?

There's something
weird here.

What is it?

The code they're
about to launch--

it isn't the build
we shipped.

Someone just
pushed a new build.

Hey, John?

John: Yeah?

That's a mistake.

We should change it
back to the right code.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Richard:
Fast and powerful.

Sounds a little bit
like you, Andre Iguodala.

-Yes!
-Andre: That's right,
Richard Hendricks.

And as a member of the NBA's
all-defensive first team,

I know a little something
about cybersecurity.

Would you say that
Pied Piper is your MVP?

"Most valuable phone"?

- Yeah, I would.
-(crowd cheering)

Gabe:
Uh, hey, Dinesh?

Gabe, what are
you doing here?

You weren't answering
your calls or texts,

so I came here
from the office.

So, um, a weird version
of the software, uh...

was put online,
so, uh...

So?

So, I reverted it to
the version we shipped.

♪ ♪

Oh, I have the original
weird one here...

There's some photos
of me in Hawaii.

So, this was the version that
was about to be deployed,

then you switched it,

and now we're about to
launch the older version?

Yes.

So, if I do nothing,

absolutely nothing...

-Nothing?
-...the "correct" version

of the network would launch?

Uh, what do you mean
by when you do that?

-Just stretching my fingers.
-Oh.

Andre:
But before I go,
can you tell me,

-who let the dogs out?
-("Who Let The Dogs Out?"
by Baha Men playing)

♪ Who-who-who-who-who? ♪

(audience cheering)

Damn it! Okay, go.
Thank you.

Gilfoyle (voicemail):
Leave a message. Also,

-fuck you, Dinesh.
-(angry grunt)

♪ ♪

The supernode on the roof.

(door opens)

(sigh)

("Atomic Dog" by
George Clinton playing)

(applause, cheering)

Give it up for Menlo Bark!

Weren't they fetching?

Fucking hell,
who wrote this shit?

-(Jared laughs)
-(applause)

I...

Guys! Comma.

We have a huge
fucking problem!

Period. Fucking Gabe

reverted to the old build!

Exclamation point,
exclamation point!

-(phone buzzing)
-(indistinct speech)

I got a group
text from Dinesh.

"Guys, come on.
Fun king games

pervert Oldsmobile"?

-What?
-Okay, so I've...

shown you our...

decentralized universal
data exchange,

our tamper-proof storage.

I've shown you that you,
and you alone,

will control your personal
data and your identity.

(clears throat)

All--

All of us here at
Pied Piper have worked

so hard on this.

We have given six sleepless,

brutal years to this project,

and I am...

so proud of what we've done.

Uh, so my mentor...

-(music playing)
-...the late Peter Gregory, uh,

put us on the path to
what we've created here.

He called it,

"the internet we deserve."

We have fought
every step of the way

to bring you
the greatest network

ever made, ha.
And in, uh...

five minutes,
42 seconds,

that fight is over.

(gasping)

-(panting)
-(vents rattling)

♪ ♪

(screaming)

(gasping)

♪ ♪

(gasping continues)

(typing, beep)

-(beep)
-Gilfoyle: Son of a bitch.

-(gasping)
-Gilfoyle: Dinesh,
you fucking terrorist,

what the fuck
are you doing?

(gasping)

Are you jerking off?

Or did you do one push up?

Quit being a fucking bitch.

John F. Kennedy:
Let me then make clear that
I am determined upon our...

-(speech continues)
-(phone buzzing)

Neil Armstrong:
That's one small
step for a man,

one giant leap for mankind.

Hello?

Dinesh is where?

-Richard:
Tell him to fuck off.
-You tell him.

It's me! I'm here.
I'm merged
and I can hear you.

-(beep)
-Gilfoyle: Hold on.

-Monica: Hey.
-Gilfoyle:
We're all merged in.

Richard, you are
doing a great job.

Jared, shut up.
Richard, turn around.

I'm behind you.

Dinesh says that Gabe
reverted us back
to the prior build

from the supernode
at the office.

I cannot verify this
because I'm not
at a supernode.

I'm across the stage
from you, as you can see.

But Dinesh is.
He's on the roof.

He wants me to give him back
his permissions to deploy.

Dinesh:
So I can push out
the right build.

The wrong--
The build, guys!

The build we talked about!
The build that

saves the world,
but makes me poor!

Question is,
do we believe him?

In fairness, there are a lot
of reasons not to trust him,

such as he told us
not to trust him.

-Dinesh: Believe me!
-But do we trust that?

Dinesh:
For once, I wanna do
the right thing!

Gilfoyle: Richard,
I'm gonna need an answer.

-I don't have much time.
-The fate of the world
literally relies on this.

Richard, it's time.

-Come on!
-Okay.

Jared: Richard,
we need an answer.

Ladies and gentlemen,
we are at...

Lawrence/Audience:
Ten, nine,

eight,

seven, six...

-Fuck it.
Dinesh, you're in.
-...five,

-...four...
-Oh.

...three,

two, one!

Lawrence:
Ladies and gentlemen,
Pied Piper network...

-(applause)
-...is officially live!

-(cheering)
-(fireworks)

The balloons are falling.
Is that a good sign
or a bad sign?

Uh...

(music blasting)

The app is
now available!

(cheering continues)

-Lawrence: We did it!
-Monica: Where are you guys?

Communications
should be going haywire.
Are they?

I can still hear you,
so phones must be working.

Traffic is moving,
so GPS must be working.

He's right.

GPS says I'm here,
standing next to you,

which seems to be accurate.

Dinesh, you fucked us.

No, he didn't.
We are generating noise.

-Oh, okay. Sorry, Dinesh.
-Dinesh: You're good.

I'd expect me
to fuck us, too.

Problem.
We haven't raised
the noise far enough

to drown out even Bluetooth.

Okay, so we're
generating noise,

but just not enough to
interfere with anything?

Dinesh:
Is this gonna work?

Did we just make
billions of dollars?!

This wouldn't be happening if
we had had time to test things.

-Fucking kidding me?
We failed at failing?
-(dogs barking)

Wait, why are they barking?

-(barking)
-Gilfoyle: Oh shit.

Think we might be creating
interference that's causing

the speakers in
the phones to resonate.

And that's what
bugging the dogs?

No. Dogs shouldn't be
bothered by that frequency.

Well, then, what the fuck
are they barking at?

(woman screaming)

(music stops)

(crowd screaming)

Lawrence:
Please, ladies and gentlemen,
please stay calm!

Don't panic!

(squeaking)

(screaming continues)

Dear sweet
mother of God.

What have we done?

-(scream)
-Emily Chang: In a fairy tale
turned nightmare come to life,

thousands of rats
streamed onto the streets

-of San Francisco today.
-Reporter: Pied Piper's
phones broadcasting

intense ultrasonic sounds

that began
repelling the rats.

The streets of Seattle became
the streets of Sea-rat-tle,

and everyone was sleepless.

Giants fans going
home happy today

as the Cubs go down
swinging to the--

-Holy shit!
-(squeaking)

They're calling it
"Rat-mageddon." Yeah.

Except in New York, where
they're calling it Wednesday.

-(laughter)
-(music)

They literally became
the Pied Piper.

I mean, you can't make that up.

Rod:
Yeah, maybe you couldn't...

but I could.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

When you think about a lot
of the failures in tech--

Pets.com, Theranos, WeWork--

Pied Piper really is right
at the top of that list.

Pied Piper is just a millstone
around AT&T's neck!

I say dump it! Dump it now!

I lost so much fucking
money with those guys.

I got rat-fucked.

That's a pun.

I made it all back though.
Sweet investment

in the hair transplant sector.

What?

Rats, ah, yes, we have
some of them here.

Figuratively.

They are dealt with.

And so,
effective immediately,

I am shutting down
Pied Piper,

deleting its
code repositories,

and liquidating
its remaining assets.

All right.
That's our statement.

We will not be
taking any further--

Can I just say
that I am just...

truly, deeply sorry.

Uh, this should never
have been built.

It is... technically
flawed to its very core.

And we should all
remember that...

forevermore.

Sorry .

(reporters shouting
questions)

Obviously, Mr. Hendricks
doesn't mean that in any

legally binding
or actionable way.
Get a life, guys.

It's weird.

It really seemed like
Pied Piper was going to work.

Something doesn't add up.

♪ ♪

Dinesh:
So, I did the right thing,

I helped save the world,

my legs are
still super sore,

and my reward
is that I'm poor.

What are you gonna do?

Not sure.
Been thinking
about teaching--

No, not you.

Oh, uh...

I think I might
disappear for a bit.

Maybe travel.

Yeah, I might travel, too.

Where were you thinking?

It may help if,
at least for the time being,

you pretend to be mad at me.

Look, Richard, I was
a world theater minor
at Vassar,

but that is one
Javanese shadow play
that I cannot perform.

(paper tearing)

(sigh) Come on, guys,
let's cheer up.

I mean,
we set out to build

the best thing ever built,
and that's what we did,

right?

We succeeded.

And who can say

that they literally
saved the world?

-Right?
-Not us.

'Cause we can't tell
anyone what we did.

Right. Not out loud, but...

-You know.
-Silence is on brand for me.

Good luck, Dinesh.

(glass breaks)

Gilfoyle:
On the bright side...

I found another box of these.

♪ ♪

Richard:
Well, uh...

I was, I was a little
bit embarrassed, ha.

Uh, so I just, uh,

went off the grid for
a bit. I-I-I traveled.

I went to Tibet, actually,
to try and find Erlich,

but, uh, he was gone.

And then, I came back,

but no one really
wanted to hire the guy
behind Pied Piper.

Uh, however,

my best friend did hire me,

and now I am the...

Gavin Belson Professor

of, uh, Ethics in Technology
at Stanford University.

Big Head:
My name is, uh,
Nelson Bighetti,

and I'm the president
of Stamford.

Stanford.

You graduates have
a lot of responsibility.

Finishing the important
work of movements such as...

"pound Met double zero,"

and "title icks."

Documentarian:
So, I think I know, but-but
why do they call you Big Head?

Oh, yeah, just, you know,

boys being boys.
Making fun of my,

my big old dome.

Documentarian:
It's not because your
last name is Big-hetti?

I'm the cofounder
of Newell Road
Strategic Technologies,

one of the largest
cybersecurity firms
in the Bay Area.

I am the cofounder of

Newell Road
Strategic Technologies,

-one of the largest cyber...
-I literally just said that.

-...security firms...
-I just said that.

-You heard me say that.
-...in the Bay Area.

Things are better
when I say them.

Plus, they're definitely
going to edit you out.

If they're not gonna use it,
why would they use it?
That has--

Why don't you tell them
how you bought the house
next to mine

-because you
love me so much.
-Okay,

fuck you.

How's it going, guys?

Meeting time.

-Gilfoyle: We have a meeting.
-Dinesh: Mandatory.

What do I do now?
I, uh, I work for

a non-profit in DC.

It's a-- it's a think tank,
and-and we just...

think about...
stuff, you know.

Documentarian:
So, the NSA.

(laughs) The NSA?
No, no, no.

Farthest thing from
the NSA. (chuckle)

God. The NSA. That's...

That's a really weird
question to ask.

-(music playing)
-Jared: Okay, Jell-O.

- I love working
with the elderly.
-One, two, one, two.

It's like I get to have
a bunch of parents

and also be their parent.

No! No, no, no!
Martin, Martin!

She only has eyes for you.

We were dancing as
girlfriends, that's it.

This fall, we actually
had a herpes epidemic

among the residents, which
is bad medically, but...

from another perspective,
it's kind of touching.

Okay, we're on our way
to the hostel.

(sigh)

God, I haven't been there
in such a long time.

It was just an...

it was an incredible time
in my life, you know?

I never really thought
that I would have

a group of male friends.

You know, men just seem
kinda mean and hard, but...

these guys were as sweet

and soft as rotten fruit.

You got your book?

Prince of Puget Sound?

(laughing): Oh, Judy!

♪ ♪

Hey, man.

Hey, man.

You okay?

Yeah.

I haven't seen you in forever.

I saw you last weekend.

(indistinct greetings)

You look great.

Jared:
Is that...

is that a woman's scent?

No, it's unisex.

Big Head?

Hey, Nelson.

I work a lot with people
who have dementia,

and I just
want you to know,

it doesn't have
to be a horror show.

Oh, cool.

-Well hey, we're all here.
-Gilfoyle: Let's go.

Let's go see Jian-Yang, heh.

(struggling)

-You okay? Richard!
-Richard: Fine.

(knocking)

Uh... (clears throat),
hi there. Is, uh,

is Jian-Yang here?

Does he live here? We're--
we're all old friends of his.

No, I'm sorry.

I bought the house
years ago from his estate.

Monica:
Estate?

I'm sorry to be the one
to tell you this,

but Jian-Yang's dead.

Uh...

Okay, so he's dead.
What do we do?

♪ ♪

It's different,
but also the same.

Hey, Gilfoyle.

That's your horrible corner.
It looks much better now.

Changed
a little bit.

They fixed my hole.

-(imitates kick)
-(chuckle) Don't do it again.

No, I wouldn't.
Obviously.

I was emotionally charged.

Oh, the drapes.

Oh, that's a playful linen.

-Hi. I used to live here...
-Girl: Hey.

...back when
I was poor.

-Cool.
-No offense.

None taken, I guess.

-President Bighetti?
-Whoa!

-How did-- how'd
you know my name?
-I go to Stanford.

Oh, no way!
I work at Stanford.

-I'm the president.
-Yeah, I know.

What are you
doing here?

Um, I don't know.
I think 'cause
Jian-Yang died?

-I'm not sure.
-Who's that? Okay.

So weird we're all back here.

Except for Jian-Yang
because he's dead.

And Erlich.

Has anyone
talked to Erlich?

Nope. No.
But wherever he is,

I hope he hasn't blown
through all that money.

He definitely has.

Yeah, I'm sure he has.

(jeep rumbling)

Documentarian:
We're looking for
Erlich Bachman.

In the other village,
they said that he was here.

Is-is Erlich Bachman here?

-(foreign language)
-He's here? He's that way?

(chattering in foreign language)

-It's up here?
-(chattering) Erlich Bachman!

(insects, animals chirping)

So, this is
Erlich Bachman's house?

-Erlich Bachman!
-Fantastic.

(muffled music playing)

We're just here to
see Erlich Bachman.

Hello?

-(knocking)
-Hello?

(music stops)

Whoa, whoa, easy, easy.
We're-we're friends.

Are you Erlich Bachman?

Jian-Yang:
Yes. I'm Errich Bachman.

I can show you ID.

That's my face. I was a-fat,

but now, I'm a-not fat.

I'm sorry, this is
supposed to be you?

(inhales, exhales)

I have an idea.

-(whistling)
-Documentarian:
Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa--

I'm making the world
a better place through

an intelligent,
semi-autonomous agent,

powered by distributed,
DNA-based compute

that automates personal
planning and scheduling.

Oh, bots.
Sounds like an atrocity.

Let's just hope you have
better success than we did.

Oh, what company
did you have?

-Oh, here we go.
-(chuckling)

Uh, Pied Piper.

Dinesh:
Yep.

I'm unfamiliar...

Dinesh:
Rat invasion...

Jared:
We... we were a big failure.

Eight billion dollar
valuation,

down to zero in one day.

Was that, like,
a social media company?

-Dinesh: What? Pied Piper.
-Gilfoyle: Are you
fucking with us?

Thank you guys
so much for your time.

Jared:
Hey, guys.

Guess what I accidentally
brought in my bag.

♪ ♪

-Oh, no way.
-(laughs)

-Whoops.
-(laughter)

-Richard: We know this thing.
-Dinesh: Wow.

I need a beer if
we're gonna do this.

(fumbling)

Jared:
Richard, be careful.

-Can I do it?
-All: Always blue!

Always blue! Always blue!
Always blue! Always blue!

Always blue! Always blue...

(laughter)

-Okay.
-All: Always blue.

Always blue! Always blue!

Always blue!

Always blue! Aah!

Richard:
Regrets? Uh...

No.

No, I'm-I'm happy.

Documentarian:
And you don't,
you don't feel bad

that you never got to...

make the world
a better place?

♪ ♪

Uh...

I think we did okay.

I...

actually could, um...

I... I still have it.

One copy of the...

Pied Piper codebase.

I have it on a thumb drive.
I could show it to you.

We won't...

-look into it, but, um...
-(opens drawer)

I just wanna show it to you.

(rummaging)

It's just got a couple
things on there that I think...

I, honestly,
this was like when

we were coding
the best we ever were,

so some pieces of
this thing are...

-sheer elegance.
-(opens drawer)

I wish I could
show it to everybody

because I wanna
show it to my students.

Not my class, but another...

-I know it was in the desk.
-(rummaging)

Okay, this is weird.

-(banging)
-Shit, okay.

Where is it?

(rattling)

It's or-- it's orange.
It's this big.

It's just a thumb drive.

So, is anyone-- have any of
your crew seen it or anything?

I mean... right here.

-That's insa...
-(rummaging)

I had the...

It's gotta be in the desk.

Documentarian:
Is it a problem?

Um, no, not a problem. Um...

It's just pretty fascinating.
Although...

if it isn't here...

where is it?