All language subtitles for Silicon Valley 5x02 - Reorientation (English)

I sent you 63 good
people. You have to choose.

They have to meet our rigorous standards.

I mean, look at the
three we've already hired.

Stallions.

Hooli is the future,

and your future is the Box 2.

Are there any questions?

Everything you're doing here is antiquated.

Fuck you guys. Get outta here.

You wish to acquire a
company called Sliceline?

I will be taking on a total
engineering team of about 50.

Uh...

Don't tell anyone, okay?

Uh...

My Tesla finally came.

Was that a wise purchase?

Considering Richard just

obliterated Pied Piper's
runway hiring all those coders?

I ordered it a month ago.

But still, it's an investment.

As I understand,

cars depreciate 10 percent

as soon as they fall off the truck.

Like that.

So if the car costs $100,

well you just lost $10.

Did it cost $100?

Or more?

It's not about the money.

I, my friend, am now part

of the green revolution.

Are you?

Most electricity still comes from

gas plants and coal-burning smoke stacks.

Do you know where your
electricity comes from?

- No.
- Mm-hmm.

Look how shiny it is.

Plus, it has a frunk...

A front trunk.

Here, hop in, let me
give you a ride to work.

Dinesh,

you like this?

Jesus fucking Christ!

- Is that a dead pig?
- Yes.

It's just like Errich.

My corrupt uncle

sent a death certificate

from China

but to send body is too expensive.

So...

I cremate a pig

because a pig is most like a fat human.

I gotta get to work.

Dinesh...

can you take pig to backyard?

I need to burn it.

No.

That's odd.

You left before me.

How was I able to park before you?

I guess all 50 of the new employees

decided to show up bright and early

for the fucking all-hands meeting.

I had to park on level five.

Huh! So unlike you,

the world understands

that I'm saving the planet

and has rewarded me with...

primo spot.

Congratulations.

You've finally taken your rightful spot

amongst the handicapped.

Synced and corrected by louvette
www.addic7ed.com

Is it broken?

Uh, no. I think I'm okay.

One question, what the fuck happened?

'Cause... you were doing your speech

right there in front of the whole company,

and then...

Wow.

Well...

uh, my speech was going poorly.

- Agreed.
- Yeah.

And I started to panic.

With good reason.

And then...

all of a sudden, I...

I thought I had to shit my pants, okay?

And that's why you jumped

face first into a glass wall?

No, it all happened so fast,

but... essentially, I thought,

if it was gonna happen, I
didn't want to be standing.

So, I crouched, because...

If you wanna shit yourself,

you'd rather be crouching than standing?

Yes. I mean, if you had to.

I hate to say this, but I follow you.

The thing is, when I
crouched, I had to burp.

But since I was all, you know, tucked up,

I actually vomited a little.

And then, that's when my
fight-or-flight reflex kicked in.

Do you ever fight?

Okay, fine, then my "or flight"
reflex kicked in and I just...

- Pow.
- Yeah.

Okay. Well, what we saw was a very oily man

in mid-sentence dip down,

vomit, and then thrust himself violently

face first into a glass wall.

But I guess it's a lot less embarrassing

the way you explain it.

Richard, what about...

Did you evacuate in your pants?

Oh, no, uh, good news.

I think what happened when I hit the glass,

I sort of shocked myself.

Now, I don't have to.

That's actually kind of disappointing,

because, like, no closure.

Well, on the bright side,
it'll be that much easier

to get you cleaned up and back out there.

What? I have you scheduled for
three more days of orientation.

No way. Cancel them.

There's no way I'm going back out there.

Especially after knowing what they saw.

No, fuck it. Plus, I'm...
I'm way too busy, so.

Gentlemen, could we have the room please?

- So we can leave?
- Sweet.

Richard, look out there.

There's Optimoji and Sliceline
t-shirts left and right.

These are conquered soldiers
still in their old uniforms.

But we need everyone
here to be Pied Pipers.

I mean, you're asking them

to spend the primes of
their lives on your vision.

Right? And you need to go
out there and lead them.

They're... they're
yearning for inspiration.

I can't do inspiration.

I'm a coder.

Look there, the new Internet.

That's inspiration. Use that.

Richard, this is all an idea.

And people don't wanna follow an idea,

they wanna follow a leader.

Look at the last guy to
create a new Internet.

Al Gore.

His ideas were excellent,

but he talked like a
narcoleptic plantation owner,

so he lost the presidency to a fake cowboy

and now he makes apocalypse porn.

Look, the point is, you
need to lead with passion.

When you set your mind to it,

you're one of the most
charismatic people I've ever met.

And I have met Ira Glass.

I know it's three days we could be working,

but ultimately, a unified team
will save us time in the end.

You wanna save time?

If you wanna save time, here's what you do.

You said it yourself,
okay, the Optimoji guys

and the Sliceline guys are separate,

with their own separate histories,

their own separate shorthands,

so let's use that.

Let's give the scheduler
to the Optimoji guys,

and the server-less runtime
to the Sliceline guys.

Then we have Dinesh and Gilfoyle and

the Stallions, they do the integration.

Boom, we're off and
running. How about that?

That way, no one has
to shit or burp or puke

or get a nosebleed in front of anyone.

As for the bezel design,
our young aesthete, Dang,

has once again spun gold.

Let's see it.

Wait, my signature's not on it?

How could it be the Gavin
Belson Signature Box III

without Gavin Belson's signature on it?

Well, the word "signature"
has a handwritten feel to it.

Why is my signature not on this?

Gavin, there was a slight
issue with your signature.

What issue?

Do you have a mock-up? Pull it up.

Ah, yes! There.

What's wrong with that?

Well, reactions to this from
our testing groups were mixed,

so we contacted a handwriting expert.

And, uh, well...

Jean, do you have the report?

Absolutely.

Pleasure to be on your
team, Gavin. Here it is.

"The signature displayed troubling traits.

"Left of upright slant,

"narrow angles, tense strokes,

conclusively indicative
of sociopathic tendencies."

- What?
- "Characterized by

"a lack of empathy and need to dominate,

"a willingness to hurt
others to achieve one's goals.

Inability to accept bad news..."

- Hoover?
- Sir?

Get this horrible woman the
fuck out of my office, now.

What the fuck is that?

It's the cheapest thing I could find

that qualified as an electric vehicle.

I found it on Craigslist.

Now you get to park on the fifth floor.

Enjoy the drive.

Oh, and you were right...

it does feel good to be a
part of the green revolution.

Oh, yeah? Well, does that
"vehicle" have "Insane Mode"?

One press of a button

and I go zero to 60 in 3.2...

What a day.

See, we'd still be
finishing up orientation,

singing Kumbayas and doing trust falls.

But instead,

both our Optimoji and Sliceline teams

have gone through their first code review.

Well, to be fair, I never
would've scheduled trust falls.

I mean, you do one of those,
you're so jacked up on adrenaline,

the rest of the day is basically shot.

We were gonna have a noncompetitive
talent show with no losers.

Not possible.

Dick, I just got in
and checked the commits.

Are you aware that the Sliceline guys

have been encoding time in nanoseconds,

as we usually do,

but the Optimoji guys have
been using milliseconds?

What?

Just the fact that we're still calling them

Sliceline guys and Optimoji guys

is sending up all sorts of red flags.

And I don't even mean the word "guys,"

which I just learned
is a micro-aggression.

It's fine, "guys."

I will get them to re-factor their code.

We're still ahead of where we'd be

if we were doing some kind of talent show.

Richard? Gilfoyle parked
his electric pile of trash

in my Tesla's spot.

Do you think that's fair?

Not now, Dinesh.

Why can't you guys switch to milliseconds?

Why do we have to change?

Sorry, well, our entire
code base uses nanoseconds.

And you didn't think it was
important to tell us this?

No, well, I mean, it was...

It was part of the
orientation that was scheduled,

which had to be,

for numerous reasons, uh, canceled.

And I'm sorry about that, I know it sucks.

If I could make it suck
less, I would, but...

You could get some decent coffee in here.

What? What's wrong with...

Philz Coffee? That's high-end Joe, bro.

At Optimoji, we had Stumptown
brought in every day.

So that would inspire
you? Different coffee?

Inspire us?

You know what? Bup, bup, bup!

Stumptown it is. You got it.

And you'll tell your guys
about the nanoseconds?

Yeah. Unless you wanna

get up in front of everyone
and announce it yourself.

No, no, no, I'd rather you...

That was a joke.

Your speech was a disaster.

Oh. Yeah.

You know. Yeah.

It was really bad.

I know.

Okay, Mr. Jian, you have
petitioned this court

to become the sole executor

of the estate of Erlich
Bachman, is that correct?

Yes.

I see you've got all the paperwork, here.

Yes. Errich Bachman is dead.

Oh! Um...

Mr. Jian, there's absolutely no need

to display the deceased remains.

You can put that away.

- I have it.
- Yes.

Please put it down.

Errich Bachman is cremated...

into ashes.

And I put it in bucket.

Put it down, sir.

Now, have you determined

to a reasonable degree of certainty

that Mr. Bachman has no living next of kin?

No wife, children, parents,

no brothers, sisters,

nieces, nephews, grandparents,

children from a predeceased spouse

or domestic partnership?

No.

He died alone.

He's a very sad man.

So, I have a...

a house and a 10% Pied Piper.

In the absence of any next of kin,

I will approve you as the sole beneficiary

and the official executor
of Mr. Bachman's estate.

But, before you can
distribute any of his assets

into your personal possession,

you are required to settle
all claims against the estate.

Do you understand?

So I get a house and a 10% Pied Piper?

You need to pay all of
his outstanding bills.

How much do I have to pay?

Well, these debts can
sometimes be substantial.

Would you characterize Mr. Bachman

as a financially responsible man?

Hey, Sliceline guys, what's up? Heh.

So...

wanted to talk to you guys about something.

Past couple days,

the Optimoji guys have
really stepped up their game,

but, um, you guys...

have kind of been flagging.

I'm just wondering if
everything's all right.

Yeah. Great.

Just nice to know where we stand.

- Sorry?
- We get it.

You only acquired Sliceline
because you wanted Optimoji.

What?

No, wrong.

Uh, why would you say that?

I didn't. You did,

when you chose their coffee over ours.

It's bad enough we can't have Slice here.

Slice?

The beverage?

No, no. Slice was our mascot.

He's really smart.

Okay, well...

Bring the little guy in.

What about the no dog policy?

What no dog policy, huh?

Really? Are you sure you don't
need to check with Optimoji?

I'm pretty sure, but, uh...

Danny? Dan man?

Uh, I just was wondering

if you're cool if the Sliceline guys

- brought in their dog.
- He's really smart.

Well at Optimoji, we had a no dog policy.

Come on. Don't be such a dork.

Let 'em have it. It's just a dog.

Sure. Fine.

You're the CEO.

Yes, I am.

All right.

And from this point on,

CEO stands for Canine Endorsement...

Oh... yeah.

All right.

Hey, look at you and your 10-speed.

Aw, you got up early 'cause you
thought you could take my space.

That's cute.

Almost as cute as your bike.

Yeah, I guess this is a bike, isn't it?

So I get to use the bike lane.

See you later.

No, bikes still have
to follow traffic laws!

That's not fair!

All right. You wanna get insane?

Let's get insane.

Whoa!

Fuck you, Gilfoyle!

Something's wrong with your frunk.

It's all frucked up.

Hey, Tesla!

You know where Pied Piper is?

Right here, guys.

What the fuck?

Dick?

Hey, uh...

- Explain.
- Okay, uh...

So, Optimoji had a no dog policy

and apparently that's because
every single one of 'em

have a fucking dog.

And when we waived our no dog policy...

You waived our no dog policy?

I had Jared put that in
there for a reason, Richard!

In Pakistan, dogs are not pets, okay?

They're vicious beasts

and they chase you down the street

and they bite you.

My cousin Eftahar lost an ear.

Our mayor was very corrupt.

But he put poison pills in chicken meat

to take care of the dog problem.

We hailed him as a hero.

We put up statues of him everywhere.

He's gonna be okay.

Who's gonna be okay?

What? Stallion down?

He's violently allergic to dogs.

It's another reason for
our iron-clad no dog policy.

Jared, when were you planning
on telling me all of this?

Day two of orientation.

Right after safe space charades.

So look, we'll pay for your
entire medical bill, obviously.

So, you're good.

You're covering his deductible?

Then you have to cover ours, right?

And what about the dogs?
They're people, too.

They're literally not.

They're dogs!

Hold strong.

Fuck you!

- Oh.
- So...

Jared, uh, you wanted me to
unite the teams and I have.

They are united against me.

Even the dogs, apparently.

I wish they had your fecal fortitude.

Hey, do me a favor and...

just take care of all the dogs.

And then call an all-hands.

I've clearly gotta say words.

Ooh, okay.

Really didn't wanna be back up here, again.

And I think we all remember why, you know?

But you probably don't know
this, but I almost sh...

They don't need to...

Farted. Yeah.

Which would be embarrassing.

Anyway, look, uh...

I know I...

should be the inspiration for you guys,

but to be honest, that's
not really who I am.

And if this company lives or dies

by all the flowery things I say,

well then, to be honest, we're fucked. Ha.

They say that...

people don't follow ideas.

But I think in this case, you guys should.

Because...

the idea of creating a new Internet,

that's special.

Right? And we've been given the opportunity

to rewrite...

the most important thing in human history.

And we can build it

the way it should've been made all along.

You know, not this
shitty, addictive parasite

that companies like Hooli use to spy on us

and exploit us.

Okay?

There. That's your inspiration.

Not me.

Not coffee. Not dogs. So...

if I'm not inspirational enough for you,

and if you don't wanna be here,

well, then, there's the door.

And we'll give you enough severance

to cover you to your next job.

But if you wanna stick
around and build this thing,

then we've got work to do.

Great job.

So what's going on? I hear footsteps.

Are... are people sitting back down, or...?

Okay, they're picking up their bags.

That could be good.

Okay. So, what, they're leaving, or...?

A few are.

Okay, what's a few?

It's more than a few.

What's that mean? Like,
what's more than a few, five?

Double digits?

It might be easier
to say how many are staying.

It's, uh...

It's two.

What?

Okay.

So, uh,

Richard, what... What do you wanna do here?

What are you talking about? I'm doing it.

- Sorry?
- I'm a coder, Jared.

So I'm gonna code.

And if I have to build my entire
new fucking Internet by myself,

I'll do that, so...

Oh, dear.

I like it.

It's just so edgy.

Banksy is a very edgy artist.

The edgiest.

What is this?

Banksy is insisting his
signature be on his work.

This is supposed to be my signature.

On what planet does a signature
have a signature on it?

I'm afraid it's non-negotiable.

The fucking balls on this egomaniac.

You know what? Fuck Banksy.

We're on a campus full
of literally thousands

of the greatest creative
minds in the world.

Let's just crowd source it with our
employees. We'll make it a contest.

People will feel empowered
and part of the team.

And it won't cost us shit.

You see? This is what a
benevolent leader does.

Make it happen.

Sir, is this a good time?

It's a great time. I just fired Banksy.

Banksy, the vandal?

The very one. Now, what do you have for me?

Good news.

I'm hearing that Pied
Piper is in a free-fall.

- From whom?
- All I can say without implicating you

is that I've instituted an operation

to safeguard our interests.

I'm calling it "Project Washburn."

What I'm planning to...

Hoover, you're implicating me.

Are we bad people for leaving
Richard there to work by himself?

We've been coding for 48 hours straight.

I could give a shit about
deontological ethics.

Yang.

There better not be a Chinaman in my bed.

That is racist.

Yes.

I am racist.

Stupid Errich.

Big mortgage.

Seven credit cards.

Not even one with miles.

Fucking loser.

It almost not worth to
take his house from him.

Fat fuck.

Speaking of crazy bills,

you know how much it's going
to cost to fix my Tesla?

$17,000.

I can't afford to pay that.

But I can't afford not to pay it.

If I don't fix my Tesla,

Gilfoyle wins.

And I need to really shove it up his ass.

Wait.

Do I really hate someone so much

that defeating them is
worth more than money?

Is that really what I've become?

Yeah, it is.

I'm gonna pay it.

Thanks, Jian-Yang.

I'll pay, too.

Fuck you, Errich.

You can't just leave your bike-car

in my Tesla's spot and Uber home.

That's not fair, Gilfoyle.

Mmm, you don't seem to understand.

It's my spot now.

What are they doing back?

Hey. Where have you been?

Sleeping.

What? All night?

We assumed you guys were right
behind us. What's happening?

Oh!

Something.

Something is happening.

When you left, I thought he was fried.

Okay? Because his shoulders were all tight,

and he wouldn't answer to his name,

and his eyes went dead,

like when I tell him I love him.

But then, he just got stronger

and he started picking up speed,

so I texted a few of the Sliceline guys

and then they texted
some of the Optimoji guys,

and they all wanted to see it.

Richard has finished the scheduler

and is almost ready to merge

the server-less runtime. Look, look!

He implemented all those tasks?

By himself?

That was supposed to take
the whole team four days.

It's amazing. I mean, I feel...

I feel like Mary Magdalene
on resurrection day.

And that's not the greatest miracle of all.

Look. Look at the coders.

They're all wearing Pied Piper hoodies.

He pushed another commit.

What the fuck?

Flawless. Right?

Um, it takes a while
to read a whole commit.

They've been cheering after every commit.

I mean, they haven't, but it's...

It's great.

I thought I had to shit my pants.

So, I crouched.

I actually vomited.

Fight-or-flight reflex
kicked in and I just...

Richard!

Richard?

Richard?

Hey, buddy boy.

Oh, there he is.

What's... what's going on?

Don't flip out, okay?

But you have been in a coma for four years.

What?

That's correct.

In fact, I'm a robot.

The real Dr. Crawford died heroically

in the water wars of 2020.

Jokes, Richard!

I'm just joking around.

What, did you sell your sense of humor?

You've just been out for about six hours.

You were not even unconscious,
really just asleep.

But you did lose a whole lot of blood.

I just hope they put
the right kind back in.

Wait, are you still riffing?

I don't know.

Richard, here's the bad news,

your arms and your torso

took the brunt of the glass.

If you'd cut your face up some,

we could've gotten insurance
to pay for a whole remodel.

Gotta, you know...

give the old schnozzle a much-needed trim,

you know what I'm talking about.

You gotta hate it as
much as everybody else.

So what happened? What were you,

trying to ride one of those hover boards

around your office like a nincompoop?

Um, no.

I... I guess I just got
a little lost in the work.

All right. Hop in, Frankenstein.

Let's get you out of here.

Oh, uh...

I think what you're trying to say is

Frankenstein's monster.

What?

I think you mean to call
me Frankenstein's monster

'cause Frankenstein is the...

Oh, you're one of those guys, huh?

No, I'm just... the doctor's
name is Frankenstein...

I know. It's just an
annoying thing to point out.

If you want people to like you,

just go along with what
they say and have fun.

What?

Richard!

You should've called. I
would've picked you up.

What's everybody doing here?

The fuck does it look like?

We're working.

Look at 'em all, Richard.

I mean, sure, a three-day orientation

might've been just as
effective and less bloody,

but it wasn't you.

But you found your own way

to get these men and women,
these Pipers, to follow you.

You looked at these people and you said,

"I may not be an inspiring speaker.

"I may be twitchy,

"and I might be strange,

"and I might vomit and I
might defecate in my pants

"and I might throw myself through a window.

"But I believe in this company so much,

I'll work so hard, I'll
literally risk my life for it."

And that is the kind of leader
these people wanna follow.

Because now they know
nothing is gonna stop you.

All right, then.

Gavin Belson's office, please?

I need to talk to Hoover.
It's Jeff Washburn.

Yes, thank you.

This one came in third with 46 votes.

Cute. Next?

This one came in second with 374 votes.

Nice, feels solid.

And with 9,986 votes this,

by far, was Hooli's favorite.

Hmm, I like it.

It's bold.

Gavin B.

Mr. Hoover? You have a phone call.

He said you'd know what it was regarding.

A Mr. Jeff Washburn.

I am so exhausted.

But the backseat of my Tesla's

really comfy though, right, Richard?

Definitely worth all the
money I'm spending on it.

Good purchase.

Not a mistake.

Uh...

my key doesn't work.

Uh, let me try mine.

What the fuck?

Mine doesn't work either.

Yang. Move.

Do you have a app idea?

No.

Sorry. Errich is gone.

This is my incubator now.

What?

Your things are over there.

What the fuck?

You just took our
shit and threw it on the lawn?

Gilfoyle,

you are racist.

And Richard...

you are ugly.

The Errich administration is over.

- What?
- What the fuck?

You can't just kick us out, Jian-Yang.

Sorry. You are victims of a circumstance.

Thank you.

Jian-Yang.

What the fuck?

Why does the whole
neighborhood smell like bacon?