All language subtitles for Halt And Catch Fire S02E09

So, we've got about
six grand in the bank.

It's not enough to fund our own network,
but if we skip payroll again...

No, we can't.
The coders are burnt.

We have to go back
to them with a plan.

So, most of our users
are gonna wake up, log on,

and wonder why we changed
our name to WestNet.

Look, I know you want to strap Joe
to a rail and so do I...

He's not a priority.

Okay, so, all we've really got
at this point

is a house full of
Commodore 64s,

- the XTs, the furniture...
- And our games.

I mean, that's the only thing
they didn't steal, right?

Extract and Defend
is our freshest title.

I think it can fetch enough
to keep us afloat.

You would do that?
You would sell?

Donna, this is about survival.

Put out some feelers
to Sierra On-Line,

the cartridge market,
I'll reach out to the independents.

What about WestNet?
It's too bad we can't sue 'em.

Your turn.

Yeah?

You gotta be kidding me.

Which... I mean...

Where?

Yeah, I know the one.

For God sakes, Gordon,
you can shut up and wait.

What does he even want?

A ride home from jail.

- You need anything else?
- Nah, I'll make it.

Thanks.

Go straight home, Gordon.

Clean yourself up.

Get on that damn plane.

Put all this behind you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Is it true, what I just heard?
- Uh, probably.

That you're selling
what we've just

spent the last four months
of our lives on?

It's not like I have
much of a choice, Tom.

Okay, can we just...

can we just take it slow
for a second?

Yes, I really wish
I had that luxury.

I just don't want you to act
too hastily, okay?

- Or-or-or panic.
- Can you... I know what I'm doing.

Well, at what point
were you gonna tell me?

You know, the guy
who wrote the game.

- Co-wrote it.
- Oh, we're splitting hairs now.

Tom, I'm tired, okay?

I smell like gunpowder and beer
and I don't remember my last shower.

Can you just... Here.

Whoever's still awake,
buy them breakfast, okay?

Tell them everything's
gonna be okay.

- I'll take anything with eggs and...
- Green chilies, yes, sir.

Jesus, can you just do it?

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll

- Can I help you?
- Uh, is-is this, uh, JGL?

- Who wants to know?
- Uh, I'm Jim Clark.

I was interested
in their work.

- You're late.
- Really?

Yeah, they're out of business.
Cleared out on Friday.

We're hiring, though,
if you're interested.

A lot of late shifts,
but it's steady.

No. Thanks anyway.

All right.

Our lawyers advised us
to sue immediately,

but we're holding off
pending your cooperation.

That number represents two years of
our overhead plus treble damages.

I only took this meeting
because, as a former client,

I thought you deserved
an explanation.

That's sort of like a ransom note
after the victim's already dead.

I prefer transformed.

Some ideas need
a larger ecosystem.

Give a buffalo a million acres,
it thrives.

Stick it on a desert island,
in four generations,

- it's the size of a poodle.
- That's a charming anecdote,

but I work for a living,
so can we move this along, please?

- We violated no copyrights.
- We own proprietary algorithms...

You were making it up as you went,
at least admit it.

- Connecting subscribers in discreet...
- The Source does a version of that...

- Delphi, CompuServe.
- Not like us.

Not the same way as us.

This idea belongs to
its originators.

If that were true, Coca-Cola
would still be a cough syrup.

This community
doesn't like copycats.

We are prepared to reach out to
every trade magazine in the country,

every reporter
on the tech beat.

Like Leslie Wu Foley
from "PC Magazine"?

Reese Jenkins? John Krinkey?
Not so close together, please, guys.

They'll all be sitting here,
right here, in a few hours.

And since I invited them
weeks ago,

I suspect they'll view
your claims as sour grapes.

- We'll do a side-by-side.
- If they can even find Mutiny.

When are you guys going back up,
by the way?

Look around, Donna.
We're announcing today.

We're all in.

And you're gonna sit there
and tell me, what?

I should've nobly
stepped aside,

watched you guys flop around
for years gasping for air,

shopping your little
regional product

door-to-door like Thin Mints?

- I'll see you in court.
- Oh, come on.

We both know
that's not gonna happen.

Sorry we couldn't
help each other out.

Holding hands with Joe MacMillan
never ends well.

Trust me, I know.

What makes you think Joe
had anything to do with this?

You gotta be kidding me.

I think I found
my book idea.

I'm gonna start outlining it
on the plane.

- That's great. What's it about?
- You.

No, not you individually.

It's more like the price of adaptation
on modern life.

You know,
transformation, pain.

How many of those pills
have you taken?

No, seriously.

Creative disruption,
you know?

You upset people, but so does
anybody who rocks the boat.

But you also gave birth
to some pretty special things.

I'm taking one for the road.

The movers don't get here
till 3:00.

Oh.

Joe.

May I?

- Dad.
- Hey, sunshine.

- Sorry, I'm a mess.
- Oh, nonsense. You look terrific.

I just wanted to wish
the happy couple bon voyage.

So... "Go West, young man."

Still a wide-open business.

Do well, blaze a trail,
who knows?

Maybe Westgroup will open an office
out there someday.

I have no doubt.

Dad, this is beautiful.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, you're gonna love it out there.

It's the land of second chances.

Joe, may I have a word?

- Bye, sweetheart.
- Bye.

You didn't seriously think
that bullshit would buy my silence?

No. You're far too emotional for that.

- You stole intellectual property.
- Actually, I tried to buy it.

A very generous offer,
as I recall.

Only the deal
went south somehow.

No need to dance.
I went behind your back.

I told Mutiny not to sell,
and I'm glad.

Every instinct I had
about you was correct,

except how low you'd stoop.

- We're done.
- Are we? What if I went public?

I'm your son-in-law.

I string together the right ten words,
your stock's in the toilet.

You don't want to do that.

Do you have any idea how hard
it's gonna be for you to start over?

Without Westgroup, your resume
reads like a rap sheet.

I'll try my luck.

And Sara?
How would your little stunt affect her?

There's no upside to grudges.

Come to our shareholders' meeting
this afternoon.

The day I vouch for you...

There'll be a lot of
very important people there.

People who can make a difference
to your future.

Sara will be delighted,
and we can part friends.

We're not friends.
We're family.

We'll see each other at Christmas
every other year.

We'll nod to each other across the room,
and after about 45 minutes

of fake chitchat and eggnog,
I'll make an excuse.

"We have to be somewhere.
I'm so sorry."

And when my children ask me

who that tall, gray stranger
in the window is,

I'll remind them,
"That's your grandpa."

I'll see you there.

Oh, no, it's not
a two-person shooter.

It's a two-perspective shooter,
so it's...

No, we're not compatible
with that platform.

Okay, no,
thank you for your time.

Bye.

- Hey, cut that out.
- What?

That down-in-the-mouth crap.

Come on,
buyers hear defeat,

they scatter quicker than crawfish
at a church boil.

You're the boss bitch around here.

Queen of the Nile.

Sittin' on a gold mine.

People be lucky you don't
charge admission, get me?

You look sharp.

- What's that?
- Oh!

This is...

our next interface.

See these quick link boxes?

They'll kick users right over
to their favorite area.

I've already started coding it.

Oh, sorry, did you want to
talk to me about something?

No, nothing important.

- Sir?
- Oh, yeah, hey.

I'm just, uh,
looking for my car.

Sir, this area is for employees only.
You can't get in without a pass.

- Do you have a pass?
- No, I, uh...

Do you remember
what level you were on?

I wasn't really
paying attention.

- Maybe 5F?
- There is no 5F.

This is basement level west.

Maybe it was an "E" you saw.
Did you park in 5 East?

- Maybe that's it.
- Stairwell's right up there.

Sir?

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah.

I'm-I'm fine, thanks.

Who are these people?

Out of, like,
100 cold calls,

they're the ones that called back.

Word is they're just
a few weeks old.

Yeah.

So, Westgroup
didn't back down?

No, the creep practically blew his nose
on our settlement offer.

What did Joe say?

He wasn't there.

I don't think Joe knew
about WestNet.

I think maybe
he was telling us the truth.

Okay, we're ready for you.

Oh, actually, guys,
we're in here today.

Okay, well, here we go.

- Maybe you should go.
- To the shareholders' meeting?

Yeah, I mean,
he'd never expect it.

He thinks you're too proud.

But think about it.

You know, you go there,
in front of everyone,

let them see that it
started with you, your vision.

Just try and pull something good
out of this fiasco.

Then we can just leave it all behind.

Make a clean break.

Look, it's up to you.

I'll be by your side
either way.

So, half the game is a spy thriller.

Your mission is to infiltrate
the Soviet prison

and rescue
the starving dissident or...

You're an elite KGB prison guard.

Your orders...
find and shoot the American

before he escapes
with your prisoner.

So, each level can be played
as either hide or seek.

While totally scrambling
our Cold War preconceptions.

Right, it's like "Gorky Park"
meets "Red Dawn."

If we can port the code.

Graphically, there's no reason
it can't run off a cartridge.

But without the live two-player aspect,
isn't it just Battlezone in a prison?

- No.
- No, we like to think that

the tension and the claustrophobia
really set it apart.

Cool.
It's definitely cool.

Bryce,
a couple of coffees?

Uh, one second, guys.

- I gotta just go that way.
- Oh, sure.

Look, conceptually,
it's really strong.

I just wish we could cover
your development costs.

What you're asking,
it's kind of out of our price range.

Well, uh...

Funtime Games.

Look, I think we should
just get out of here.

Sit tight.

Hey there.
John Bosworth, Mutiny, Inc.

Bryce, could you excuse us?

Let's see.

Looks like you're headquartered
up in Redmond.

What is this?
Distribution network?

- That's confidential.
- That's nationwide, mm-mm.

Gents must have
some serious backers.

Mr. Bosworth,
I'm gonna have to insist...

Oh, hell, I got no interest
in blowin' your grand plans,

whatever they are.

Yeah, it's a free country.
Couple things, though.

One... well, there ain't no need
to cold room us

with the toddlers
just to drive down our price.

Hell, we're reasonable people.

Two...

it's a lot easier to establish
a beachhead under a friendly flag.

Why do you think Toyota's
building cars in Fremont

rather than Fuji-what-now?

Well, four little words...
Made in the U.S.A.

Your partners,
say they land their product

with strictly
Japanese games,

ones they hire you
to re-title and repackage.

Man, that sounds kind of sneaky, huh?
Kind of like an invasion.

But say they ship
some homegrown titles,

ones they developed
on these shores.

Boy, that's Kumbaya time.

Hands across the ocean.

Might be worth acquiring
for the PR value alone.

Hell, it'll also make you look smart,
out ahead of the curve.

Hear us out.

You ain't gonna regret it.

We sold it.

So, then, what's next?
When do we get paid?

- Who made the purchase?
- How much?

- 50 grand.
- 50 grand?

Enough to hire a new network
and we will make payroll.

What are...

Okay, okay, okay.

Ah! Jesus.

Hello?!

Hello?!

Congratulations.

Thanks.

Must've been hard, right?

No, actually.

I feel lighter.

I feel clearer
than I've been in a while.

What's that supposed to mean?

Look, if this company's gonna survive,
it needs me 100% focused.

- What we've been doing...
- You mean our relationship?

Yeah.

I got too complacent

and happy.

I let my guard down
and it cost us.

Happiness is not some side effect.

- It's kind of the whole point.
- Okay.

I'm not blaming you.
I'm taking responsibility.

I made this happen.

Actually, I think Joe
is making this happen,

and I think you can't
get over it.

Maybe you never have.

You used me.

You made me believe
in what we were doing here.

You know, you're a lot more like him
than you think.

Do you mind?

Need help with that?
It's technical.

Keynote in front of the board,
that's quite the wedding gift.

Do me a favor, get off the stage
before I throw you off.

By the way, a reporter
wants a word with you.

She says she's an old friend.

I assume you're here to humiliate me
in front of hundreds of people?

Tempting.

But, no, I guess
that's no longer necessary.

Yeah. I'm done.

I guess when my life goes up
in a mushroom cloud,

I just naturally assume
you're behind it somehow.

Old habits.

You leaving town?

That's right.

With your fiancée?

Wife, actually.

Going to California was my idea.

Remember?

At COMDEX...

you almost convinced me.

Someone close to me

said that
there must be a reason

why you're still
a part of my life.

Do you ever wonder?

I mean, what if

instead of

chasing what each of us wanted

separately and obsessively...

we just held on
to each other instead?

I know you didn't copy
our interface.

I know it wasn't your fault.

I didn't want you to leave
without hearing that.

And...

I must be totally mental,

because part of me doesn't want you
to go away at all.

You have no idea...

- Cameron, we can't do this.
- No.

You're Joe MacMillan.
I think you can do whatever you want.

Sorry.

Here.

It's what it could've been.

- One last run-through?
- Yeah, just a sec.

Okay, let's go.

Welcome.

It's wonderful
to see you all here.

I hope you all got a chance to
check out our communication terminals.

Now, you might ask,
"Why is an energy company

messing around with computers?"

I want to introduce you to the man
who conceived of our grand strategy,

whose passion convinced
even a stubborn old fossil like me.

My son-in-law,
Joe MacMillan.

Joe?

From the cave paintings
to the funny pages,

the stone tablets
to the telephone,

we humans seek,
we crave connection.

The exchange of
our thoughts and ideas

from the trivial to the sublime.

Welcome to the printing press,

the newspaper,
and telephone of tomorrow.

With just a few keystrokes
on a PC,

talk to loved ones
across the country,

share a stock tip,
a story, tell a joke.

Or better yet,
find new friends.

People who share
your interests...

music, politics, movies, sports.

It's a never-ending conversation
on tap 24/7.

No boundaries, no borders.

It's a pathway
to a new world.

The key, of course,
is the unique interface.

It makes participation
not just fun,

not just exciting,
but addictive.

And all this...

All this...

This all began

with a very talented young programmer
named Cameron Howe.

She saw the future
and she got there first.

I didn't build this.

I don't own it,

and neither does anyone here.

If we skate past that,
we're doing violence to the one thing,

maybe the only sacred thing
in our business...

innovation.

Cameron couldn't be here today,

but her genius is all around us.

And will be, I suspect,
for years to come.

Thank you, Joe.

Thank you.

Hey!

Hey!

Ah!

Hey!

Hey, wait!

Stop!

Hey, stop!

Stop!

Stop!

Hang on, buddy.
Couldn't fit the rig in here.

The roof"s too low,
but we'll get you sorted.

My car.

That... my car.

That was my car.
There's my... my car.

All right, we want to keep
that ankle stable, okay?

So, try not to move too much.

Hey, be there before you know it.

Thank you, everyone.

The truth is, of course,
that we have our own

- dedicated and highly qualified team...
- Jesse?

...working night and day...
Is this supposed to, uh...

One second.

Oh.

- We're still working out some of the...
- Jesse, what the hell's happening?

- I don't know.
- What do you mean, you don't know?

Yeah, come in.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Well, how's that for a day?

Just pulled it out
of our ass again.

- Never gets old.
- Yeah.

But we do.

I've been thinkin'.

It might be time for me
to move on outta here.

Yeah.

Wait, what?

- Are you quitting?
- I'm afraid so.

I went for an interview,
and, hell, I guess they're desperate.

You can't.

We just got back on our feet.
We won.

Yep, and I wish I could say
I was looking forward

to the next all-night
down-and-dirty scrap,

but...

What have I got,
five years left of my career?

Ten, tops? I gotta get
something stable for my family.

Hell, soon my grandkids.

- I'll give you a raise.
- It ain't about the money.

I'm just too damn old

to be eating three meals a day
out of a toaster.

It's undignified.

It's fun.

Well, yeah.

It has been.

Well, what if I don't accept
your resignation?

Disappoint me if you did.

I'll call you tomorrow.

You know, Catherine...

get some sleep, hon.

The next thing you know,
I'm at the bottom of a stairwell.

So you blacked out?

Maybe, I-I don't know.

I just sort of lost track.

I mean, you know how I get.

Doc, like a bad penny, huh?

Can't get rid of me.

You gonna slap a cast
on this thing,

send me back out
into the wild or what?

- Got your juice, I see.
- Yep.

- Just a moment?
- Yeah.

I'm so sorry. Gordon told me
his CTE was under control.

It is.
We did an MRI last week.

The disease hasn't progressed.

Then I don't understand.

This episode was not symptomatic.

It was psychological.

He was dehydrated.
He got lost.

For seven hours, Donna?

The paramedics said that
he broke down in the ambulance.

Did he mention that to you?

A serious diagnosis can sometimes
bring out underlying problems.

Has Gordon ever experienced
manic behavior

or paranoia in the past?

That bad, huh?

So, I don't think you're gonna
get to come home tonight.

Dr. Semel thinks,
and I believe him,

that this goes beyond
what we talked about.

- He thinks...
- I know, I know.

I need help.

I was set up.
She sabotaged me.

Christ, can you even hear
your own rationalizations anymore?

You know, I'm getting tired of
being second-guessed

and manipulated
and distrusted

when I have done
absolutely nothing wrong.

Well, why should I believe
a word you say?

Because you're my goddamn wife!

I don't care about
what you did to my dad.

You two deserve each other.

It's why you did it.

All this time,

I thought that you were
a victim of your genius,

some sidetracked prophet

and that I was
your second chance.

But you're not,
are you, Joe?

You're an accident.

You're something that happens
to people who deserve better.

I'm not an accident.

I deserve better.

I deserve you.

I just wish that you knew
what this felt like.

That you could just see your face
when you say her name.

Say it, Joe.

Say "Cameron."

God, you're lost.

We'll take anything
you can give us...

programming notes,
level layouts.

Yeah, okay, I'll pack it up
and have someone drop it off tomorrow.

Thanks. I know it's not easy
letting go of your baby.

Yeah, uh, so,
what's your plan?

Did you guys find a platform
to launch it on?

Yeah, I think we've got
someone in mind.

Probably have to change
the name, though.

"Extract and Defend,"
was that your idea or Tom's?

- What?
- Tom Rendon. He's so talented.

Tried to poach him from you guys,
but he said he'd rather go it alone.

You've seen his Parallax clone, right?

- Genius.
- Do you know him?

Yeah, we've been trading
hacks for years.

How do you think we found out
about you? He tipped us off.

Practically broke my arm
till I took the meeting.

Hello?

Hey.

- Why didn't you tell me?
- What was there to say?

You already made your decision.

Wait. Tom, stop.

Stop!

You'll come back.

You'll wake up
tomorrow morning and...

you'll ride your stupid bike
back here

and I'll make coffee
and you'll pour your Raisin Bran

and we'll just come up
with something new.

Wait!

I couldn't have done
any of this without you!

No, Cameron.
You did this all by yourself.

Ripped & Corrected By mstoll