All language subtitles for Silicon.Valley.S03E10.PROPER.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

How the fuck does something
like this happen?

How does an elephant just die?

He was very old and depressed.

He'd recently been
rescued from the circus,

but as it turns out, he actually
really loved performing.

Who gives a fuck about the elephant?

What about me?

This does not look good.

I'm having a bit of trouble
figuring out how to remove him.

He weighs 9,000 pounds.

Cut it up.

Take it out in pieces.

I... I don't mean to interrupt,

but... but I could call
in a personal favor

and get a helo crew out of Travis AFB

with a Sikorsky Skycrane
to airlift it out

and drop it in the ocean
right after dark.

No muss, no fuss.

There.

Was that so hard, Patrice?

Because Hoover sure didn't think so.

I mean, I just found my footing again,

and you put me in
danger of losing it all

over some fucking elephant?

Gavin, you always said that

here at Hooli, "In order
to achieve greatness,

we must first achieve goodness."

Right.

So?

So...

I was a bridesmaid at
Sean Parker's wedding

when he handed out live
bunnies as plush toys.

That wasn't goodness.

It was badness.

And so is this.

You're using endangered animals

just to make points at board meetings.

I'm drawing thoughtful,
zoological comparisons.

But couldn't you just show them
a picture of these animals?

A simple Hooli search would
yield thousands of choices.

Patrice, I thank you for your honesty,

and I will repay you with my own.

I honestly never want to see
you in my offices again.

You're fired.

Hoover?

- Scramble that Skycrane.
- HOOVER: Yes, sir.

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

- sync and corrections by Caio -
- www.addic7ed.com -

Please, uh, come in.

Come in. Have a seat.

I won't take a lot of your time.

I promise.

Okay.

Would you like some tea?

I can put a kettle on the hot plate.

Oh, no, I'm fine. Thank you.

There's no trouble.

You know what? I have a box of...

of Russell Stover's if the
spiders didn't get into 'em.

Jared, is this about the fake users?

You know?

Two days ago, I wanted to look

at user behavior to figure out

what spurred the sudden uptick,

and, uh, well, I noticed something.

Almost all of our new users

were just uploading a single photo

into a shared folder,
and then the next day,

they would take the photo
out and then put it back in

the day after that and that's it.

You know, just enough to qualify
as a daily active user.

Classic click-farm behavior.

And then I remembered our
conversation in the bathtub,

and it just...
it had to be you.

Richard, I am so sorry.

It's okay.

Would it make you feel
better to... to strike me?

No. You... you had good
intentions, Jared.

Honestly, don't give it another thought.

Just, you know...

you and I right now are the
only ones that know about it.

Okay?

And in a few weeks, when
we run out of money,

this will all be over anyway.

- Richard?
- Yes?

We have a secret.

Yeah.

ERLICH: I mean, I swear to god,

your dicks would have blown

out of the back of your assholes

if you had been there, hand to God.

Hey, guys. What's going on?

Richard, sit down. I did it.

I saved the company.

What do you...
What? How?

Jared, have you been crying?

Yes, but for ordinary reasons.

- Please, go on.
- ERLICH: Okay.

I was at The Rosewood for lunch.

I mean, it was the lunch hour.

I was there, I wasn't eating, the usual.

So, I walk over to Andreessen
and I say something funny,

but he stone-faces me.

What did you say?

It doesn't matter. The point
is, it was hilarious,

but he gave me nothing and
neither did his friends.

Then I realized why.

You're not funny?

No, Gilfoyle, but that is.

No, it's that everybody thinks

Pied Piper is in this death spiral,

so it would be inappropriate to
laugh at my hysterical joke.

And it hits me.

I know something that they don't.

I know about the uptick.

The uptick?

Yes, the uptick!

The recent sudden surge in users.

(CHUCKLES) Yeah. That.

Yes, that. So, while our fortune

is rising, everybody else
thinks that it's plummeting,

and I can use these opposing forces

to a multiplying effect
like a slingshot,

and then I make a decision.

I'm gonna make a move.

So, I say something
cryptic about the uptick,

and I walk away.

- What did you say?
- I don't know. I can't remember.

But I walk over and I see
McNamee's having the short rib,

which I hear is delicious
but not too heavy,

and then I say to him,

"You're gonna have to
tuck in your tie-dye

if you want to eat here." (CHUCKLES)

- Uh, how's that relevant?
- It's not.

But the people that I just walked
away from don't know that.

All they know is that I'm over there

exchanging witty banter with McNamee,

and about what, they don't know.

It's all that they do want to know.

And then, it settles in.

F.O.M.O.

The fear of missing out.

Suddenly, it feels like
time is slowing down.

I could see every move I was
going to make 12 steps ahead.

It was like I was Bobby Fischer
if he could really fuck.

I go outside, I walk across the street

to Graylock, I check in on Instagram,

Vinod Khosla calls me, asks
me what I doing there.

I say, "I can't talk right now.
Call me at Wood Opal."

Well, he does, and then
suddenly Wood Opal is going,

"What's Khosla got going
on with Bachman?"

Meanwhile, I'm taking a leak
at a Restoration Hardware.

I jack off a little bit. I don't cum.

And then it snowballs.

I deftly played Ross Loma
against Index Ventures.

And because of that,
the big kahuna bites.

Sequoia.

I spend the next 20 minutes
denying calls from Jim Goetz,

over and over.

And yes, I'm jacking off, but
I don't need to ejaculate

because by the time I
listen to the messages,

I've got offers, I've got counters,

I've got counter-counters.

I cum.

When the dust settled...

and the losers went home,
all that was left was this.

"Hello, Mr. Bachman.

"Coleman Blair Partners would
like to offer Pied Piper

"a Series B round of $6 million

on a $60 million valuation."

Oh.

(QUIETLY) Yeah!

Holy shit.

And this asshole wanted
to pivot to video chat.

Still valid.

Although less sexy now.
I'll concede that.

It's my Mona Lisa.

And the entire cornerstone

upon which I built this
motherfucking cathedral

that I will forever be remembered for,

was this beautiful little uptick.

I think I have a bottle of
Cold Duck in the crisper.

Who's drinking? Come on!

I got a bottle of
Martinelli's for you, Jared.

This is a big day! (CHUCKLES)

We did it! Yes! (CHUCKLES)

- DINESH: Are there any wine coolers?
- I'll talk to him.

I... I'll talk to him.

Here's my Hooli badge.

And I have a hanging tag

on my rear-view mirror for
the parking structure.

Can I just mail that in?

No, you need to go get that now.

Okay.

Hey, Dinesh.

I'm just, um, looking for Erlich.
Have you seen him?

Oh, he went to the liquor store.

Gotta keep the party going, you know?

Oh yeah. Yeah, Series B. Crazy, right?

- Oh, it's unreal.
- Yeah.

Almost like some of our users.

What?

What... what does that mean?

Oh, "unreal" has so many meanings.

"Fake," "paid for,"

"one person in Bangladesh
pretending to be 6,000."

Okay. Um...

All right, Dinesh, um...

Oh, no.

I don't want to know a fucking thing.

Okay then. Great.

I won't tell you anything
because nothing happened.

Great.

Okay.

(GASPS) But if something did happen,

and we're not saying it did,

the fact remains

that leaves us in a very
advantageous position.

There's a lot of money on the table.

And it would be a shame
if that went away.

You know what else would be a shame...

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY) is if I
couldn't find my flash drive.

Gilfoyle, have you seen my flash drive?

Right, the one with the
zombie script on it?

Why yes, the zombie script
that randomizes user action

in platforms such as Pied Piper.

GILFOYLE: You mean so that

fake users and click farms would be

absolutely indistinguishable
from real users?

Oh, I suppose.

I mean, especially during due diligence,

like the kind done by VCs
or possible future reviews

done by certain regulatory bodies.

It also had photos of my auntie.

Anyway, Gilfoyle, have you seen it?

I have not.

Mm, well, Richard, keep an
eye out for it, will ya?

Hey, Gilfoyle, you wanna
come inside and help me

- get a new flash drive on www.staples.com?
- Yeah, I think

- we're sort of done with the ruse.
- Okay.

Okay, fine. Well, whatever you did

or didn't do, that was
serial-killer-level shit.

Agreed.

I think I finally respect you as a CEO.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Fuck.

This is fraud.

Is it?

I mean, our... our platform does
exactly what we say it does.

Okay? It's not like we're lying about it

like fucking Theranos.

And if our platform works,
which we know it will,

we will make them billions of dollars.

Everybody wins, Jared.

You still believe that, right?

That, if given enough time,
the platform will catch on?

Richard, don't weaponize my
faith in you against me.

Your faith made all this possible.

It's wrong.

Well, every time I try to do
the right thing, I get fucked.

And if I do the right thing here,

we're done. That's it.

Doesn't seem like much
of an option, does it?

(DOOR OPENS)

- Deng, they're all just so good.
- (UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

RECEPTIONIST: Gavin,
CJ Cantwell, line one.

Deng, let's pick this up tomorrow.

(MUSIC STOPS)

CJ.

I'm finishing a story
I'd love a comment on.

It's about the death of an
unpermitted Indian elephant

named Maurice in your sculpture
garden and its subsequent

illegal dumping in the
San Francisco Bay.

That's preposterous.

Mm, I have a very good source.

What do you propose we do here?

Well, I have one idea.

And what, pray tell, might that be?

CJ sold the blog for $2 million.

- No shit.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

Bachmanity rides again.

Well, not exactly. Uh, I called Big Head

to tell him that our share
was worth half a mil each,

and, uh, not five minutes later,

his father, one Nelson Bighetti, Sr.,

called me and explained
that I was never to have

any financial dealings with his son

in perpetuity, uh, ever

or he would get very Italian on me.

And I'm not interested

to find out what that means.

Okay. Shall we?

To Coleman Blair! Let's
close this fucker.

Good luck, fellas.

(CAR DOOR CLICKS OPEN)

- (CAR DOOR CLOSES)
- (CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Remember, you just sit
there and look pretty.

Leave all the talking to me.

And if you mention my Montblanc,

then, uh, don't make it
overt, like I told you to.

- But do.
- (RICHARD'S PHONE VIBRATES)

Uh...

Hey, what's up?

Are you guys out raising
money from someone else?

Uh, Monica, it's, uh...
it's kind of a long story.

- Why are you whispering?
- Uh... Um...

Oh, my god, you're there
right now, aren't you?

Jesus! Do you have any idea

how big of an asshole
you're making me look here?

Laurie just lost her shit at me, okay?

So, you need to turn around and
walk the hell out of there.

Erlich put all this together. I
really had nothing to do with it.

You have everything to do with it.

You're the fucking CEO, Richard!

Whatever your company
does is 100% on you!

Gentlemen.

- They're ready for you.
- Oh.

Yes. I... I gotta go.

Do not hang up on me.

- Richard, do not...
- (PHONE DISCONNECTS)

So listen, we're pumped, guys.

We're thrilled to be
getting into Pied Piper

right at this inflection point.

It's very exciting.

We are pumped as well.
Aren't we, Richard?

- Richard.
- Hm?

- Pumped.
- Pumped!

- We are pumped up.
- Pumped up. Mm-hmm.

So we'll just need your
John Hancock right here.

Oh, sure, Richard.

Uh, you can use my Montblanc.

Oh. Uh...

this is an actual term sheet.

And once I sign this...
this, that's it, right?

- Yup. No turning back.
- (BOTH CHUCKLE)

(CHUCKLES)

You can have your lawyers vet

the actual stock purchase agreement

once we close here just to make sure

no one is pulling any funny business.

- (CHUCKLES) No, no.
- No, my lawyer is in jail, so.

So.

Hm. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, my god. I, uh...

(CHUCKLES) Wow, I can't believe
I didn't think of this

before, um, because,

well, let me put it to you this way.

What would you say if I told you that

the same compression
that you know and love

is being used in a world-beating,

game-changing...
wait for it...

video conferencing application?

Wouldn't that be interesting?

- What?
- You mean like Hooli-Chat?

This will be far superior to Hooli-Chat.

You may want to fund that instead.

In fact, why don't I, um...

why don't I just go home,
I'll grab my laptop,

I'll come back here, I'll
show it to you guys.

It's not that far. I don't mind.

- I'll tell you what, I'll grab an Uber.
- Richard, what...

- No, no, no, no.
- It's no problem.

- Richard, what the fuck are you doing?
- There. I've ordered it.

Neal is in a blue Kia Sportage and
he's right around the corner.

All right, all right. Look, look, look.

I don't know who else you're
talking to about the platform,

but I'm willing to go up
to seven million on 70.

Okay? But that's it. You sign this
thing right here and right now.

Bravo, Richard. Nice neg.

Now sign it.

Thank you. Very generous of you.

I just... I just want to make sure
that you're aware of all the feedback

'cause we had some focus groups
and there were some issues.

Just so you're clear,

people have been wondering, "Eh!
Where are my files?

"Zero K used? Where's
the download button?

Richard, Richard...

- The terminator... "
- All right, all right, you know what?

'Cause it...

I'm gonna sign it. Can I sign it?
I'll sign it.

You can if you want, but we
still need his signature.

Richard, sign it.

That's two years of runway.

- Sign it now!
- I can't.

Why the fuck not?

Because the numbers are fake.

What?

What? What do you mean?

- What do you...
- We bought...

fake users from a
Bangladeshi click farm.

The uptick was fake.

But the...
the vid chat...

is real.

Erlich, the fake users were just
meant to cheer the guys up.

I had no idea you were
gonna take those numbers...

And what, and go do my fucking job?

Pour everything I had into
getting the best possible

deal for Pied Piper because
I believe in them?

Well, that's all over now.

Richard, we are fucked!

In the amount of time that
it took for us to get

from that office to right here,

every VC in the Valley knows about this.

If I signed those term sheets,
I would be committing fraud.

That's a fucking crime!

You're saying you wanted me to...

No, I wanted you to
fucking think about that

before you paraded me around
the whole fucking valley

to sell your lie!

And then suddenly grew a
thick, girthy conscience

and fucked me with it.

Are you Richard?

- Did you order an Uber?
- Oh. No.

All you had to do was keep
your fucking mouth shut

and sign that piece of paper.

We would have fixed it afterwards.

But you didn't. You caked your pants.

No, better yet, you caked my pants.

Fuck you, Richard Hendricks.

Fuck you.

Richard Hendricks, huh?

Prick.

- (TIRES SCREECH)
- (TIRES SCREECH)

(KNOCKING)

- Hey.
- Oh, hey, Monica.

Is Richard here? I heard what happened,

but he's not answering any of my calls.

We just wanted you to
know for the record

that we had no idea any of
that stuff was going on.

Still trying to wrap
our heads around it.

Point is, don't beat yourself
up about not seeing it.

I'm not beating myself up...

I hope you don't think we're
guilty by association,

because then we would have to think you're
guilty by association, which we don't.

Just want to let you know
that we would definitely work

with you again in the future.

It's good to know. Guys, thanks.

Um... is he in his room?

I mean, he said he was.

But...

I'm gonna go to his room.

- Mm-hmm.
- (PHONE CHIMES)

Uh, what's up, Gleb?

I hear, uh, Richard shit bed, huh?

So, the platform is no goo-oo-oo-oo...

Fuck, now the vid chat's fucking up.

Odd, considering who
wrote the code for it.

Not the code. The server is overloaded.

How is that possible? We only
gave it to like 12 people.

Well, there's a few more
than that using it now.

Holy shit.

For what it's worth, Richard,

I think you did the right thing.

And I can see now why you didn't
want to come to us for funding.

You were trying to protect us.

Yeah.

Well, I really appreciate it.

Uh, Laurie wants out.

Even a whiff of fraud is
a mortal sin for VCs.

She needs to wash her hands
of any Pied Piper business.

She's forcing a sale.

Fuck.

Yeah, frick.

Yeah.

But it is an open auction,

and, you know, between
the fraudulent numbers

and the real numbers,

you guys aren't exactly
killing it out there.

So, there is a chance
that no one will bid

and you might be able to
buy back your own company

for next to nothing.

That will have to be
for literally nothing

because we're out of money.

- (CLANG)
- Ow!

Jesus! Are you okay?

Yeah, we're fine.

All right, I spun together
a few more servers.

That should handle the traffic.

Look at this. There are 157 people

using it near Gleb.

And 400 people using it
near Tara in Boston.

Yeah, I told her to give it to
her Satanist friends out there.

Looks like she did.

She knows 400 Satanists in Boston?

The Catholic church really
did a number on that town.

Hey, Erlich, remember
when Gilfoyle said that

my video chat app was a piece of shit

and that nobody would ever use it?

Well, he was wrong. Over 4,000 times.

Wow, and you developed that
with the Pied Piper IP, right?

Well, then you can kiss that goodbye.

Oh, fuck.

Speaking of, I'm actually using

the first dollars of my blog windfall

on a trip to Kainchi Dham Ashram

in Nainital, India,

where Steve Jobs famously
sought peace and came up

with the idea for a little
product called the Lisa.

Good luck.

(RICHARD'S DOOR OPENS)

Richard, I'll expect
you off the premises

by end of day.

Monica.

- I'll see you later.
- Okay.

You know, you can stay here for one year.
Free rent.

ERLICH: Jian-Yang!

GAVIN: Laurie!

Ah. Gavin.

You know Jack, of course.

That is correct.

Um, Gavin, can we address
the elephant in the room?

- Sorry?
- Pied Piper.

Right. Yes, of course. (CLEARS THROAT)

I am forcing a sale.

Your Maleant dealings demonstrate that
you're still pursuing a middle-out.

Might you be interested
in placing a bid?

Why would he want to bail out Raviga?

You said it yourself,

our compression play is thriving.

Fair enough.

You know what? I'm a completionist.

Even if I buy it just to
throw it in the garbage,

I'd like to be the one
to drive the final nail

in the Hendricks coffin.

I'll give you...

$900 for it?

- (JACK CHUCKLES)
- I believe that is a joke.

You know what? I like
nice, round numbers.

Make it...

a million?

A million dollars?

Gavin Belson gets to buy
Pied Piper for $1 million

and Raviga gets all of it because
of their liquidation preference

and I get jack shit?

Is that what you're telling me?
Goddamn it.

I know this is the last way
that you wanted it to end.

I'm really sorry.

Yeah, well, I...
I'll see you at the meeting.

- (COMPUTER BEEPS)
- Is that Hooli-Chat?

They fix it or something?

- That didn't look shitty at all.
- Actually, it's... it's ours.

Um, the guys hacked it together.

I can send you an invite if you want.

Yeah. Cool. Thanks.

We got up to 4K users
totally organically. Oh.

- (COMPUTER BEEPS)
- Oh, shit! 7K now.

Wow, we should have been
focusing on this instead.

Not that it matters.

I mean, it's all gonna be property
of Gavin Belson in an hour, so.

That's ironic, huh?

N... no, for real, I'm asking. Is it?

I don't know. I was just smiling.

Feels ironic.

Hey, uh, so thank you for, uh...

letting me stay here. No worries.

Steve says you're welcome to
take my spot on the couch

until you can find a job
and get your own place.

Thanks.

So, uh, when's your dad
coming to pick you up?

Uh, a couple of hours I guess.

Then we're turning right around
and going back to Phoenix.

You know, he said he wants to be able

to keep an eye on me and my money

and that I need to get a real job

to learn the value of a...
of a hard day's night

or something like that.

Well, um, I should probably get
going to this board meeting.

Um, and you're probably gonna
be gone when I'm back, so...

- guess this is it.
- Yeah, I guess so.

See ya.

- Oh...
- Oh...

- Okay.
- Okay.

- All right. Cool, man.
- There we go.

Richard, e... even though
it's the last board meeting

and... and essentially meaningless,

thank you for letting
me be a part of it.

It's an honor.

Okay, you don't have
to keep saying that.

(DOOR OPENS)

Good day, all. This should be brief.

The only item on the agenda is,

of course, the authorization

of the sale of Pied Piper
to the current high bidder.

Three "yes" votes will approve the sale.

And as Raviga controls
three of the board seats,

- it seems...
- I'm sorry. I...

- I'm not doing it.
- Oh, Monica, not again.

I'm sorry, but look, Richard
has worked too hard

and I know that I can't stop
it, but I'm not gonna vote

to let Pied Piper become the
property of that asshole.

Monica, I also happen to
find him contemptible.

But Pied Piper will be sold
to the high bidder, period.

You know what? I don't care.

You want to fire me, fire me.

If we're not gonna adhere
to the values that

Peter Gregory instilled, then
I don't think I belong here.

Monica, you don't have to do this.

I'm not voting yes. Very well.
You're off the board.

Excuse me! Man!

- Do you work here?
- Well, it was my first day actually.

- Everybody's been super ni...
- Sit.

You are now officially on the
board of directors of Pied Piper.

Oh, okay. That's fine I guess.

When I point to you, you will vote yes.

Now, I move to vote on
the sale of Pied Piper.

I vote yes.

I vote yes.

And Evan.

Evan?

I can't do it.

What? Why?

Because...

Monica?

I love you.

There. I said it.

And I could never do
anything to make you sad.

Oh, for fuck's sake! Do I have to
pull the receptionist in here?

How does this compare with
a typical board meeting?

All right, stop. Everybody, just stop.

We all know how this is gonna go,

so let's just get it over with.

All right?

Um, I vote yes. There.

Okay? I approve the sale.

Three "yes" votes. Can
this please just be done?

Very well.

- I vote yes also.
- Irrelevant.

But thank you.

The sale is approved.

Pied Piper, its IP,
and all of its assets

are now officially the
property of Bachmanity, LLC.

Wait, sorry, did...

did you just say "Bachmanity"?

As in Erlich Bachman
and Nelson Bighetti?

Yes, you know them.

They... wait, they...
they had the highest bid?

I received a telephone call
approximately 30 minutes ago

entering a bid of one million and one
dollars with a firm no-shop clause.

So when you were referring to the
person who bought Pied Piper

as a contemptible asshole, you
were talking about Erlich?

To which contemptible asshole
did you think I was referring?

Gavin Belson.

Oh.

I see. No.

This meeting is adjourned.

I thank you all for your time.

(CHUCKLES)

So... Bachmanity it is.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

That's good.

So... should we give this thing a shot?

(DOOR CLOSES)

You and Big Head, huh?

Um...

sorry you had to cancel your trip.

And look, I...
I really appreciate all this.

I really think this video chat thing
is gonna be something, you know?

I don't know if you've seen the numbers.

You want a number? The percentage
I give a fuck about you, zero.

It's trending steady.

And of course I've seen the numbers.

This is a business opportunity.

Nothing more. Big Head was your friend.

He was the one that,
uh, talked me into it.

I don't trust you, Richard Hendricks.

And it's gonna take a
long, long, long time

to regain my trust.

Are we clear?

Are we absolutely clear?

PEOPLE: (CHANTING) Always blue!
Always blue!

Always blue! Always blue!

Always blue! Always blue!

- Always blue! Alway...
- Aah!

(ALL GROAN)

- GILFOYLE: You suck.
- (PHONE CHIMES)

Oh, fuck, it's my dad again.
He's gotta be so pissed.

I can't believe this is
happening, you guys.

I mean, I guess now we're
a video chat company,

but the best part of it
is it's us, you know?

Just us controlling our own destiny.

No, the best part of it is I own 50%.

- (ERLICH CHUCKLES)
- RICHARD: Well, yes,

um, you and Big Head do
own the entire company,

but I am the founder, it's my algorithm,

so I'm assuming I'm getting my
original shares back, right?

Why would you assume that?

Well, when a tech company reboots,

it's normal to have a... a conversation

about restructuring the cap table.

Good, 'cause I'm the guy that
hacked together the video chat app

to see if that woman was hot, so...

Yeah, but it's not gonna scale until I get
in there and scrape all the Dinesh off.

Well, Laurie still hasn't called
me back, so I may need a new job.

And I'm assuming Pied Piper
can't afford my salary,

so I'll need stock.

Do we really want it to be
called Pied Piper anymore?

No, yes. Of cour...
of... of course we want...

Why do we want to change the name?
It's great.

Yeah, and we do already
have the jackets.

Big. Head.

(ERLICH'S PHONE CHIMES)

Big Head.

Go for Erlich.

Erlich Bachman, this
is you as an old man.

I'm ugly and I'm dead. Alone.

I'm gonna let him have this one.

All right, uh...

well, I'm sorry to hear that, Future Me.

What a terrible thing.

I'll talk to you in several years.

DINESH: You're up.

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