All language subtitles for Devs s01e02_English

("Congregation" by Low playing)

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ The congregation
takes the other side ♪

♪ The implication ♪

♪ is its own device ♪

♪ In the middle ♪

♪ of a salient fight ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ Congregation
can't be satisfied ♪

♪ Can't be bothered
with the ways and whys ♪

♪ Generations like
the ways and times ♪

(birds chirping)

The moment my daughter
was taken from me...

it was as if
I was instantly placed
into two concurrent states.

In one... I had
a full understanding...

that Amaya was gone.

There was no doubt. No... hope.

No holding onto anything.
No going back.

Just the certainty of her death.

In the other,

I had no comprehension
of her death.

It was an impossible thing.

An implausible thing. Absurd.

Vast.

Meaningless.

Untrue.

It wasn't just that
they were contradictory states.

They were absolute states.

Each was complete in itself,
leaving no room for the other.

But...

I held them both.

And still do.

There was nothing
anyone could say to me.

There's nothing
I can say to you.

What I can offer
is my duty of care.

You can talk to me at any time.

You can call me at any time.

You have no
professional obligations
that you need to fulfill.

Your job and your income
are secure,

and it will stay that way
for as long as you need it to.

Thank you.

Can I go?

Can I go home?

Yeah. Of course.

(sighs)

‐(dog barking)
‐(bird crowing)

(front door closes)

No.

I spoke to his mother.

I think they're going
to come out.

No, Mom. I...

I really don't want
to come to Hong Kong.

Yes, obviously.

It's awful.

But...

Of course I have friends.

Mom, I haven't even spoken
to those guys since high school.

Please don't start...

I have friends.

And they're taking care of me.

In fact,
I'm with them right now.

Staying with me.

Yes.

Okay.

Bye.

Fuck!

(sighs)

Fuck.

(sighs)

(soft music playing)

(inhales)

(heavy breathing)

‐I died.
‐(knocking on door)

‐What the fuck?
‐LILY: Let me in.

‐Now, Jamie.
‐(Jamie sighs)

You need to not talk for
a moment and just listen to me.

I'm sorry we broke up.

I'm sorry it hurt you.

It hurt me too.

And one day,
we can talk it through.

But right now, right now,
I need you to move past it.

Earlier today...

I watched Sergei
burn himself to death.

What?

He walks off the Amaya campus
two days ago...

and disappears.

Totally vanishes.

Twenty‐four hours later,
he walks back on the campus,

covers himself in gasoline,
and sets himself on fire.

‐He killed himself?
‐Yes.

And it makes no fucking sense.

On this phone,
there is a Sudoku game.

Except, I think
it's not a Sudoku game.

And it's password protected.

It is the one thing I have
that might be able to give me

an explanation
about what happened.

And I have one try left
to break it.

Or it wipes.

(keyboard clacking)

(sighs)

Okay. Okay. You're right.

‐About what?
‐It's not a Sudoku game.

It's a messaging app.

And it's Russian.

And it's state.

In origin, anyway.

How do you know?

Because it's talking to a server
in Kazakhstan

and I recognize sections
of the code.

There are a few different
versions out there,

but this one is pretty old.

But old is good.

Shit‐load easier for me
to open up.

This is...

I don't know, three
or four years out of date?

Which is weird,

because Sergei
was a top‐level coder.

But... Well, I guess it's like

heart surgeons who smoke,
or something.

I don't understand.

Uh... He didn't update.

Or his handlers didn't update.

‐And you've always got
to update.
‐"His handlers"?

Lily, come on. If...

If this is Russian state,
your guy was like...

Like what?

A spy or something.

Industrial espionage.

Can you open it?

I think so.

But there is a risk.

If it's more modern
than I think,

there might be some
embedded security

that I can't see,

which I might trigger
and then lose everything.

Do it.

Are you sure?

Yes.

Just do it.

Okay, it worked. We're in.

Jesus.

Jamie, I need to read it alone.

Yeah. I understand.

‐(sighs)
‐(paper rustling)

I reset the password so you can
get back in with this.

‐LILY: Thank you.
‐(chair scraping)

You can leave by the front door,
if you like.

(tense music playing)

(crickets chirping)

(phone buzzes)

(door creaks open)

‐(grunts)
‐Really ought to quit.

I wouldn't bother.

It'll make no difference.

(laughs) Still.

So... (exhales)

The coroner's report will
take a while, but... (exhales)

...the police are convinced
that the kid was a suicide.

(snorts) They've got a body,

they've got documentary evidence
of the act.

This is over.

Except for the girl.

It's not over for her.

Emotionally, you mean.

‐Yeah.
‐Yes.

But that will pass.

It just takes time.

Hasn't for you.

Sir, you've got more money
than God.

You think I care about money?

‐You did once.
‐Yes.

But now I don't.

I was going to say,
you've got more money than God,

and you live in dust.

Aspic.

So I should buy a bigger house?

Well, I'm not saying that,
but... baby steps.

Do something.

Buy a new car.

That thing's a piece of shit.

You could get an electric.

Think of the environment.

But I don't think
of the environment.

(sighs)

I understand
what you're saying, Kenton.

But I'm not holding on
to the past.

I'm actually letting go of it.

‐Your tram lines.
‐Ours.

Right.

Good night, sir.

Good night, Kenton.

(tense music playing)

Come on, baby.

Don't do that.

‐LYNDON: What did he do?
‐Called it "baby".

Oh, well, he can't help it.

He's the era that doesn't know.

Say what?

You're the era
that doesn't know.

That one says stupid shit
and gets stuff wrong.

You're the fucking era
that doesn't know.

Your era doesn't know shit.

All so fucking political.
All so woke.

But you don't know shit
about history,

you don't know shit about art,
you don't know shit about music.

So you don't know shit
about politics.

So you aren't woke.

You're comatose.

(kid chuckles)

I don't know shit about music?
Please.

Listen to a lot of Bach?
A lot of Coltrane?

No.

Then shut the fuck up.

Stewart.
Just don't call it baby.

Hey.

It's happening.

(soft music playing)

Yeah, baby.

(inhales)

(exhales)

(soft music intensifies)

(breathing heavily)

(sighs)

(sighs)

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily)

(breathing heavily)

(ominous music blares)

(breathing heavily)

(whistling wind in the trees)

(ominous music playing)

(foghorn from ship)

My name is Anton.

Sergei worked for you.

Since he was an undergraduate
in Moscow.

‐And you work
for Russian intelligence.
‐ANTON: Yes.

You are frightened and confused.

But at least
where I am concerned,
you should fear nothing.

I have no interest
in hurting you.

In fact, my reason for meeting
is to protect you.

I don't believe you. At all.

Even your name.

And his.

I understand.

You now doubt Sergei.
Everything about him.

But he loved you.

And you loved him. You knew him.

The point here is that
I didn't know him.

Don't be ridiculous.
Of course you knew him.

Maybe not every single thing.
Every secret.

But you knew him.

I'm married.

I have a wife
and three children.

They know nothing about my work.

Does this mean
I love them any less? No.

I want you
to consider something.

I want you to consider
that Sergei had a good reason

for doing what he did.

It might be a good reason
for you too.

‐What does that mean?
‐Why are we standing here now?

Because you hacked
Sergei's phone and contacted me.

Do you think anyone
would do that? I don't.

You're very resourceful.
Very brave.

I'm not going to work for you.

I just want to understand
why Sergei killed himself.

Okay.

Then understand this.

In my profession, when
a colleague commits suicide,

the first thing I say to myself
is, they did not commit suicide.

I saw CCTV footage.

He covered himself in fuel.

Then lit it.

That's what you saw.

But hold on to what you know.

Did Sergei feel as if he
was going to commit suicide?

Was your life together
happy or sad?

Hold on to the fact that he
loved you and you loved him.

‐You're telling me
he was murdered.
‐I have no doubt.

‐The CCTV film...
‐Is fake.

You contacted me
because you wanted an answer.

Here is an answer:

Sergei's job
was to infiltrate Devs.

He did it. Something happened.
He was killed.

If that answer is sufficient,

walk away.
Continue with your life.

If that's not enough,

you are going to have
to work with me.

Sergei's phone is wiped.

If you want to contact me again,

put a sign
in your bedroom window.

The chair you have there.
Where you put clothes.

Don't feel invaded. Nobody
has a private life anymore.

If you move the chair away from
the window, I will contact you.

You should.

That's just fucking great.

I don't fucking believe this.

Aren't we all missing the point?

The fact is, that our variances
are now so small

that we can make a 2,000‐year
backward projection.

‐No one's missing the point.
‐Yeah. Stewart is.

Jesus! Again:
we made a 2,000‐year projection!

Where's the happy smiles?
Where's the champagne?

We should be bathing in it.

It was a fuzzy projection.
It's unreliable.

Holy shit. Listen to yourself.

‐It was a fucking miracle!
‐No, Stewart.

You want to talk about
the point? That's the point.

It's not a miracle.

And it needs to be.

We're not chasing
a Nobel Prize here.

The irony is that despite
our quantum computing,

our problem is binary.

It either succeeds totally,
or it doesn't.

Anything outside total
is not total.

Well then the problem
is not binary.

It's reality.
(chuckles)

If you want total accuracy,
zero variance,

then a heuristic approach
is never going to work.

You're literally going
to need a computer
the size of the universe.

One qubit per particle.
Good fucking luck with that.

That may actually be true.

No. It isn't true.

LYNDON: Why?

Because I know
we're going to do better.

Would that be,
"I know we're going do better?

Or "I know we're going
to do better."

He's just saying,
have a little faith, Stewart.

In ourselves. That's all.

Okay.

Hey, can you guys
give me a moment?

You're right, you did great
work. And yes,

you earned a bath in champagne,
if that's what you want.

Tell accounting I okayed it.

But... Yeah.
I need a moment alone.

Of course. Let's go.

(soft music playing)

‐Hey, man. You got a smoke?
‐Erm... No.

‐You waiting for someone?
‐Uh‐huh.

‐Is it Lily? Is it?
‐Jesus Christ.

Yes.

You're wasting your time, man.
She's already got a guy.

‐A Russkie.
‐Yeah. Thanks...

I don't blame you for trying,
though, man. She is cute.

I'm not trying, man.

Well...

I guess I'm gonna stretch
my legs a little, you know.

‐Evening constitutional.
‐Sure.

Got to stay fit man,
got to stay healthy.

(indistinct chatter)

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

‐Hey.
‐Hey.

Can we just talk?
For a couple of minutes?

You want to come in?

(keys jingle)

‐The place has changed a bit.
‐Yeah.

It's nice.

You want to sit?

I'm going to get a drink.

‐Can I get you anything?
‐No. I'm good, thanks.

Was it that you wanted to know
what was on the messaging app?

Err... No. I don't.

Really. That's something
between you and him.

Obviously, I hope it was
what you wanted to see.

It wasn't.

Okay.

So what was it
you wanted to talk about?

Well... (sighs)

I had this crazy thought.

And it got me worried.

Then I couldn't stop thinking
about it.

It's just... I know you.

You do stuff.

The stuff other people
only think about,

you go right ahead and do it.

And I suddenly realized:

Lily won't just read
the messages on the app.

She might actually use the app.

To contact whoever's
on the other end.

Like I said, I know you.

Yeah. You know me.

So I wanted to talk you
out of it.

I don't think
that would be a good idea.

I agree.
It wouldn't be a good idea.

‐Really?
‐Yeah.

‐So don't worry about it.
‐JAMIE: Okay.

I mean, I knew I was probably
over‐thinking. But that...

That's good.

Are you okay, Lils?

Under the circumstances.

Yeah.

Under the circumstances.

All right.

Well, that was it, I guess.

Maybe I'll see you in another
couple of years.

But so it's said,

if you need to,
if you want help of any sort,

you can, you can contact me.

I'm not expecting anything back.
I just...

It's just an offer to help.

‐Thank you, Jamie.
‐JAMIE: It's cool.

‐No. Jamie. I mean it.
‐And I mean cool.

See you.

Bye.

(door closes)

Aw, man...

You look glum, brother.

You struck out, huh?
I tried to warn you.

If I give you 10 bucks, will you
never speak to me again?

Okay.

I just have a 20. Here.

Oh, man! Thank you, brother.

This is like the best deal...

Oops.

I already broke the terms
of our arrangement, man..

Exactly that kind
of unprofessionalism

led me to a life on the streets.

Hey! My lips are sealed, man!

Silencio!

Okay? Silencio!

(car door slams)

Hey. Ivan.

‐Anton.
‐Okay.

I just wanted to have a...

no‐bullshit conversation
with you. If that's okay.

‐Yes. That's okay.
‐Great.

So, I don't exactly know
who you are,

but I know what you are.

I know you tried to get your boy

to pull off
some industrial espionage.

It was a long game,
but it didn't work.

I shut it down.

And now you're going
to try again.

On the short game,
with the girl.

But it's not going to work
with her either.

I'll shut her down, too.

You know I will.

And she's just a kid.
Just a bright kid.

Wrong place, wrong time,
wrong boyfriend.

An innocent.

You remember
what they are, right?

I remember.

So how about it?

I'm saying, one professional
to another...

can you let this go?

Please.

This is a no‐bullshit
conversation?

Have I bullshitted up till now?

Yes, you have.

You said I should back off
my investigation

for the life
of an innocent girl.

‐And?
‐You don't care about the girl.

You're just using her
as leverage.

And then your strange private
tech company

can continue its strange
private project,

totally unobserved.

Standard American double‐speak.

You people so love
to sound straightforward.

Straight‐talkers.
Straight‐shooters.

Because it gives you
the cover of virtue...

while you lie.

(chuckles)

How's that for no bullshit, Joe?

‐Kenton.
‐I know.

("Congregation" by Low playing)

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ Congregation
takes the other side ♪

♪ An inquisition
of familiar lies ♪

♪ Grave distraction
from a quiet rite ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ Congregation
can't make up its mind ♪

♪ Incarceration
creeps up from behind ♪

♪ The implication
is its own device ♪

♪ In the middle
of a salient fight ♪

♪ Sometimes ♪

♪ Congregation
can't be satisfied ♪

♪ Can't be bothered
with the ways and whys ♪

♪ Generations
like the ways and times ♪