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Item number 53.

2001, certified platinum,

"All Night" by Yungwood.

Do I hear 10,000?

This is a slave auction.

You onliners are bidding at a slave auction block.

Let me get this, playboy. Thank you very much.

Good morning, America.

My name is Yungwood and this my platinum record

being auctioned off for one reason:

AI slop.

Check this out-- this is the best part.

[loud banging]

My guy. Oh, my God, my guy.

The noise? Can you stop it?

Like right now?

Thank you.

Yes, y'all. The new slave masters

of the music industry is A-friggin'-I.

And the AI overseers at Gold Artist Studio-- GAS--

have been ripping my ass off and sucking up my cash.

Now, I know y'all need a pic

since y'all don't read or think anymore.

So...

this gonna be the visual right here.

Yo, hold on, now. Hold on, playboy.

Look, fight the power!

- Fight the slop! - Fight the slop!

And that's what I need you for, Mike.

Fight the friggin' slop, bro.

Fight... how?

Sue they ass. Sue GAS.

Sue them for copyright infringement.

Why did you come to us, Mister... W-Wood--

Yungw-wood, I mean?

You have a lawyer. Ry Vance.

YUNGWOOD: Forget that dude, man. He a bloodsucker.

Took my retainer and as soon as he got any pushback,

he ghosted me like a side piece.

- So he suggested us? - YUNGWOOD: Yeah.

Said lost causes don't scare you.

That you're my kind of people. Brave. Warriors.

OLIVIA: How kind of him.

MICHAEL: Where are you in the case?

YUNGWOOD: Oh, we got a court date

coming up in a month.

Ry found out who the opposing lawyer was,

and that's why he chickened out.

Who's the opposing lawyer?

Bayard Diamond.

Your dad.

- Yep. - YUNGWOOD: Ry said that was a selling point.

If anyone was to go after the father,

it was you.

Very Shakespearean stuff right there.

You can start working again, guys.

Okay, look, they ripped off 35 tracks.

They're working their way through my whole catalog, bro.

- [hammering, drilling continues] - I want my day in court.

OLIVIA: The challenge is, with these suits,

they take years.

And a company like GAS

will drag its feet and wear down your resolve.

My resolve is intact. It ain't going nowhere. Ubuntu.

But your-your time and your money are.

We're a small firm

without the infrastructure

for a long fight.

Michael.

This is stupid.

YUNGWOOD: Okay, give my man some room.

I can feel the heat from his brain from here.

Like a chocolate crystal ball.

- [laughs] Look, - Okay.

a long battle doesn't make sense.

But if you can narrow the focus

to just one song,

sue for an emergency injunction

to get the track taken down from Spotify.

Oh, it's not-it's not Spotify.

It's the other site, Noisement.

Get it taken down and you might have leverage

- for a settlement. - YUNGWOOD: Yeah.

A quick strike-- I love it.

[singsong]: Warriors.

Come out and play!

Hey, which one of your songs was

- the most hurt by an AI copy? - "Booty Bass."

- Oh. Man, that's my favorite. - NATALIA: Michael,

why don't we have a chat in my office real quick?

YUNGWOOD: Look, GAS just took "Booty Bass"

and did an AI copy, "Bass Booty."

- What? That's crazy. - Crazy, right?

And that's that warrior fire I'm talking about.

"Bass Booty" has ten million streams, bro.

It has taken away from my fan base.

Yes, if you just excuse us for one second.

Michael, come on.

No crusades. We said that.

- Olivia? - Michael, we agreed...

No, we said we'd give each other four days

to come up with a strategy, and then we'd talk about it.

Well, then we need a new agreement.

We should vote because we need money.

- You've got money. - NATALIA: No.

I have some money,

and a law firm is not a charity case.

- Look, we get GAS as a defendant-- - [power saw whirring]

- Hey! - [claps]

Can we get a minute here?

Gold Artist Studios just went public.

They'd pay us off to avoid any PR mess.

But that's not why you're doing this.

MICHAEL: What are you talking about?

This is about your dad, about beating your dad.

No.

- Yes. - Michael,

I saw the way your eyes

lit up when he said his name.

Olivia, was the WorkSource case about your friend?

Celeste? Yes.

But she made $1.4 million from that.

And I'll do the same here.

Four days, right? That's how much leash you had.

Give me that.

If I can't get this emergency injunction going,

I'll pull out.

Okay. Okay.

Fine, but we supervise.

We'll act as second chairs in court.

Fine.

Wait.

What's that mean, you have "some money"?

From my prenup. I get an allowance.

I'm not made of money.

Did you know that?

I don't know.

I think she has money when she wants to

and she's broke when she doesn't.

In America, every day, you got to maintain your brand.

So we're here to put boot to ass

because we are tired of their politics

- and the tricks that they play-- - Hey.

You-you brought a film crew here?

Here, there, everywhere, Mike.

So, are you my new lawyers or what?

Not on camera.

I mean, this is how we bring awareness.

MICHAEL: Yungwood.

[phone vibrating]

MICHAEL: This ruins

attorney-client privilege.

Then I waive that right.

Remember what happened when Diddy filmed his legal meetings

before his trial?

Oh.

You're right. You're-you're right. Ubuntu.

- Ubuntu. - [laughs]

[laughs]

Please excuse me.

So, we're filing for an emergency injunction.

Yeah. My man with the plan.

This is Josh Frank with One Coast Bank

and this conversation is being recorded.

Is this Olivia Siffre?

- It is. - Ms. Siffre,

we have you listed as a cosigner

on a business account for New Calvary Books.

- Is that correct? - My parents' company? Yes.

We received a fraud alert for that account.

Did you try to access it from a device in Kraków?

No. Di-Did this person in Kraków get anything?

No, ma'am. We halted the transaction.

Thank heavens.

We'll lock this account, start the process

of changing all of its numbers.

In the meantime, I suggest

you file a police report immediately.

Thank you very much. We'll get on it.

Idiot.

You okay?

It depends.

Will you ask Michael to defend me if I kill somebody?

Sure. Can you afford him?

JACOB: I'm away from my phone. Please leave a message

and I'll call you right back. God bless.

Jacob, I know you're still not answering my calls,

but this is about Mom and Dad.

Your scammer tried to access their account.

So... call me, this is big.

Yeah, killing a brother?

Jury would be fine with it.

Mm-hmm.

♪ Dis dat booty bass ♪

♪ For all the booty hate, kiss it where ♪

♪ The sun don't shine, now how that booty taste? ♪

♪ Booty bass, take me home ♪

♪ Gonna ride it all night long.♪

[man grunting rhythmically]

[laughs]

♪ Hold up, wait ♪

♪ Where the bass at? ♪

♪ Bring the bass back ♪

♪ We're gonna make it shake, hey ♪

♪ Bass booty got me gone ♪

♪ Gonna ride it all night long ♪

♪ It's the bass booty ♪

♪ Low and loud-- ♪

♪ Leave my queen of the stone age ♪

♪ Building castles of stone ♪

♪ Booty bass, take me home ♪

♪ Gonna ride it all night long ♪

♪ It's the booty bass ♪

♪ All night long ♪

♪ That's right, now, now, whoo ♪

♪ Booty bass, dropping low ♪

♪ Let the whole club feel the flow, mama ♪

♪ Yeah, that's that booty bass.♪

JUDGE: Good morning.

This appears to be an emergency injunction

against Gold Artist Studios by Yungwood.

- Is that correct, counselor? - Uh, yes, Your Honor.

- Michael Price. - JUDGE: And representing

Gold Artist is?

Terry Crosby for the defense.

[whispers]: Did your dad chicken out?

No. This is what he does.

JUDGE: No Bayard Diamond today, Mr. Crosby?

[doors open]

Your Honor, my deepest apologies.

This hastily, rushed-together

emergency injunction

was sent to my office at the very last minute,

and then I was surprised to see

that my son was behind it.

I debated whether to even take the bait

- and hand it to someone else-- - I don't need the dissertation,

Mr. Diamond. Just please sit down.

Of course, Your Honor.

Good to see you, kid.

JUDGE: Let's get this moving.

Counselor, why the emergency?

MICHAEL: My client's song

"Booty Bass" dropped from 300,000 downloads a day

to 23,000 after GAS put an AI slop copy

on the Noisement site.

This AI song "Bass Booty" is pure copyright infringement

and results in a daily loss to my client of up to $18,000.

Uh, Your Honor, my son has a melodramatic streak...

Let's respect each other enough

to drop the "son" and "daddy" bit.

It's "counselor" or it's nothing.

Uh, as counselor must know,

the day of Mr. Yungwood's sharp drop on Noisement

coincided with a video appearing online of him beating up a fan

- at a bar. - [phone vibrates] - MICHAEL: Objection.

BAYARD: I think you should be completely upfront.

YUNGWOOD: In my defense, Your Honor...

I have to handle this.

- Are you okay here? - Oh, yeah.

This is gonna go on for a while.

MICHAEL: Listen, I'll take care-I'll take care of it.

- This is a-- - BAYARD: Prove it.

- [gavel bangs] - JUDGE: Gentlemen, this is not

your family dinner table,

as horrifying as that sounds.

So what happened?

Did you give the scammer Mom and Dad's account number?

- What scammer? - Jacob.

Look at me. Answer one question.

Where's Angela, the love of your life?

Did she meet you at the airport?

Okay, look, she got caught

- in customs in Burundi, - [sighs]

but it's not what you think.

It's religious persecution

- against Christianity. - Angela

is going after Mom and Dad's money.

She got their account number.

This woman that you've never met--

she's not just hurting you now, she's hurting them.

They worked their lives for that money.

They sacrificed everything for us.

That's not Angela.

The Angela you've never met.

The Angela you've only seen in pictures,

that you've only talked to on the phone.

She put her brother on the line, Tim,

and-and he's dealing with the officials

so she can get out of customs.

He-he asked for the account number.

- You gave it to him? - He just needs

a little bit more money.

They're questioning her, the Burundi police.

Jacob, wake up.

You helped them break into

Mom and Dad's savings.

That's not Angela. It's Tim.

Jacob, they're scammers, you hear me?

Please be my brother again,

the brother that I looked up to.

Okay.

Okay.

We're going to the police.

The bank put a hold on Mom and Dad's account,

but we need to make a police report

to keep this from happening again.

[sighs]

I-I thought I found love.

Love exists, Jacob. Angela does not.

♪ ♪

- So tell us how it worked at GAS. - Objection.

- He doesn't work at GAS. - JUDGE: Sustained.

How's he doing?

NATALIA: Michael? Surprisingly well.

He's showing up his dad.

MICHAEL: Tell us how it worked at GAS before

- they fired you. - And before you wanted payback.

No, counselor. As you can see, there's no jury here,

so there's no one to piss off here other than me.

Go ahead, Mr. Langdon.

The AI model that GAS uses

trains on hundreds of thousands of songs.

It learns chord progressions, how instruments sound together,

then it generates its own audio

by predicting what comes next in the waveform.

Why can't an AI song be copyrighted?

Well, it's not transformative in its execution.

AI has no instinct or taste,

it simply pattern-matches based on what it's seen.

- All yours, counselor. - Mr. Langdon,

you joined GAS because you thought that the AI product

was a helpful tool, something to assist

- an artist? - Yes, but, clearly, I didn't...

Just a yes or no is sufficient.

Isn't it true that in many cases,

that's exactly what it does?

If you're a musician who's an incredible lyricist

and pianist but you can't play the drums,

couldn't this tool be used to simply close the loop?

- Certainly. - So,

it can enhance an original artist's creation,

as it did with "Bass Booty."

Objection.

Mr. Langdon isn't aware of how AI was used with this song.

And that's exactly my point, Your Honor.

He was not in the room with the creator.

Who is the creator? Isn't it AI?

No, sir, it is, uh...

...Purvis Beer.

Okay, then bring him in.

Let's hear from him.

BAYARD: But that's not what I meant, Your Honor.

- I was just saying... - JUDGE: Yes,

and I'm just saying bring the creator in.

BAYARD: Mr. Beer, you are the artist who wrote "Bass Booty"?

Uh, very much so, yes.

Okay, whom am I supposed to be answering to,

you, the judge or the audience here?

JUDGE: You can talk to your lawyer.

PURVIS: Oh, okay. Yeah.

Sure, okay.

You're doing great.

Is this your first attempt at songwriting, Mr. Beer?

No. No, no, no, no.

Okay, I've written 58 songs

over the past four years.

"Bass Booty" is my magnum opus.

BAYARD: Congratulations.

Did AI assist in the creation of these songs?

Uh-huh. It enhanced it.

In the same way that AutoTune

and GarageBand enhances the work of other artists.

BAYARD: Let's discuss the originality of your song

that the plaintiff disputes.

"Bass Booty" and "Booty Bass"

share similar chord progressions.

Okay, yes, but-but these chord progressions

are fundamental building blocks.

Like, you can hear them in thousands

of compositions.

BAYARD: Would your song exist without "Booty Bass"?

PURVIS: Oh, yeah, definitely.

My song is an original.

Any suggestion to the...

to the whatever is a lie.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Beer, you deny that "Bass Booty" is the handiwork

of GAS's AI generator, is that right?

It's not AI slop. That's insulting, okay?

Because you're a musician?

Uh-huh, a born one. [scoffs]

How many instruments do you play?

PURVIS: More than a dozen,

yeah.

Would you play

a song for us, Mr. Beer?

BAYARD: Objection, Your Honor.

- This is a trial, not a concert. - MICHAEL: We contend

that GAS used AI to generate a knockoff

of my client's song.

Defendant called Mr. Beer to dispute that allegation.

Well, that doesn't mean he's a trained seal.

He opened the door by boasting about

his prowess as a born musician.

I agree.

Mr. Beer,

you may leave the stand

to demonstrate.

MICHAEL: Voilà.

MICHAEL: That's great.

Could you play a C chord?

- That's a G. - BAYARD: I object

to the probative value of this demonstration.

Many musicians

are not trained in music theory.

Play anything, Mr. Beer.

Any song you created.

All right.

[haltingly plays "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star"]

[quietly]: Like I said...

you guys are killers.

[chuckles]

Hi. Thanks for returning my call, sir.

JOSH: No problem. We did have some good news for you.

We were able to retrieve a portion of your damages.

- Really? - Yes, your brother's account

has been refunded $1,000.34.

That's great news. Thank you.

Is this your laptop, Mr. Beer?

Uh, yes, that is my portable music studio.

BAYARD: And can you take me to the prompt log

for the session you created,

- "Bass Booty." - PURVIS: Sure.

- How many prompts did you use to make the song? - Thirty.

For the first round, though, okay?

It's about finding the right mix,

like an audio painter.

So, I might punch in some prompt like

"1970s funk drums in Oakland."

[drums playing]

And then "a funk bass."

[bass playing]

Okay. And

"a greasy organ."

[organ playing]

And then I just mix it all together.

[funky music playing]

[muffled music playing]

You think you're an artist?

Yeah, definitely.

AI is just a digital tool.

When AutoTune was first introduced,

it was to help singers stay in tune with studio musicians.

And some snobs said that if you can't

stay in tune with the band,

- then you're not a real singer. - [mouthing]

Now, AutoTune is the industry standard,

and some singers-- they can't stay in tune without it.

That is progress.

No, that's regression.

Careful there, Mr. Yungwood,

or you'll be held in contempt.

BAYARD: Let's stop the nonsense

before we get too far down the road.

We're willing to cover your court costs.

- And? - I think you should consider it

the height of benevolence that I would offer

to pay you to sue me.

My client is in this for the long haul.

Your client is a joke.

A noisemaker, nothing more.

No one cares about his music.

Anna did.

This is business.

Keep it business.

We even went to one of his concerts

when she was in college.

She loved the way he played.

I guess you didn't know that.

Don't make this personal.

You won't like it.

Bring it on, old man.

- What? - You know,

you really shouldn't drink before court.

You can smell it on your breath.

People extend you a certain courtesy

because you spread your legs for the third richest man.

Don't expect that from me.

Mm-hmm.

[laughing]: Okay.

Tell me that was all strategy.

That was all strategy.

No, it has to have a shower.

We don't have money for a shower.

I'm paying for this out of my own account.

We have money.

Hey. What did you think of that?

- What? - Michael, after court.

I don't know. What do you think?

I think there are two types of people.

Those who get better when things get personal

and those who get worse. Which one is Michael?

I don't know, I thought he was the former, but...

He's caring too much.

- [phone vibrates] - Ooh.

Hello, Mr. Frank.

Did you recover any more money?

Not yet, but we recovered more for another account holder,

so we think there's still a chance.

We have a preferred antivirus software

I just sent to you. It would be a good idea

to download that onto your computers as soon as possible.

Thank you. I'll do that right now.

Excellent.

Call me with any questions.

I put my direct number in the email.

[construction continuing in distance]

[line ringing]

Hi, this is Jackie at One Coast Bank customer support.

How may I help you today?

Hi. I'm putting your antivirus software on my computer,

and Josh Frank with Fraud Protection

said he could talk me through it. Can you connect me?

One moment, please.

Ms. Siffre, I've searched our employee database,

and unfortunately, there is no Josh Frank

working for this bank.

Could he be with another department?

This database covers all One Coast Bank departments.

Could you have the name wrong?

No. My mistake.

♪ ♪

[line ringing]

Vik, I need your help.

Yes, again.

OLIVIA: Jacob, did you get a software link from the bank?

- No, don't. I'll explain later. - [hammering, drilling in distance]

There was a mistake.

Hold off on cashing that bank check, too.

I-I got to go.

Tell Mom and Dad not to open the link either.

I'll come by later and explain why.

Are you going to court? Yeah?

Yeah. I think you should get up there today.

Why?

To keep my Dad off-balance.

He's trying to make this

into a gladiator match

- between us, but it's about - [mouths]

- us as a team here. - In that case,

Natalia, when is the last time you argued in court?

Um, a while ago.

- But I was good. - OLIVIA: Is your license

- up to date? - NATALIA: Oh, yeah.

OLIVIA: I have to handle something

here. Can you do it?

- NATALIA: Take over? Well... - OLIVIA: It's just

a friendly witness. Yungwood.

Of course.

- I'm a partner here. - MICHAEL: Yeah,

we just need Yungwood to tell his story.

No, you know what we need?

We need him to pull an Ed Sheeran.

What is that?

Oh, honey.

Okay.

Counselor?

Yes?

What are you doing?

I'm just testing out the best stance.

Try perching on the edge of your table.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Yes. Mr. Yungwood, hi. Good afternoon.

- YUNGWOOD: And to you. - Mm.

Mr. Yungwood, how did you compose

your very famous song?

Well, it all starts with the guitar.

[playing]

BAYARD: Uh, Your Honor, I'd like to renew

my objection to Mr. Price's theatrics.

Well, they're not his theatrics, they're mine.

- You can talk to me. - BAYARD: I object to

anybody's theatrics. Mr. Yungwood's talent

is not at issue here.

We are happy to stipulate that he is a musician.

MICHAEL: The creative process bears on the issue of infringement.

We're entitled to distinguish Mr. Yungwood's originality

- and the defendant's lack of it. - JUDGE: Let's let

the questioning counselors argue, please. Ma'am?

What he said.

I'll allow. Go ahead.

[clears throat] So, Mr. Yungwood,

- you just start playing, then? - YUNGWOOD: Yeah.

The music kind of finds its way through me.

Everything I do is from the soul.

Unlike AI, which has no intuition,

no scars, no history.

Without that, you can't create.

You can only copy.

This is the opening riff to "Booty Bass."

No, no. No applause.

NATALIA: Well, thank you, Mr. Yungwood.

Nothing further.

I will now sit.

Mr. Yungwood, would you please perform

the chorus for "Booty Bass"

for the court?

This is a 1954

folk song called "Campfire Jam."

[banjo music playing]

[turns music off]

Now, I'm no musician, but that sounds a lot

like "Booty Bass," right?

Doesn't sound like it, sir.

Here is a 1934

old Negro spiritual called

"Salvation Dawning."

♪ Carry me, oh, take me home ♪

♪ Gonna walk till morning comes ♪

♪ Carry me. ♪

Does that melody sound like your song?

A little, maybe.

I-I'm not suggesting that an artist of your caliber

would ever steal anything.

You borrow because all art is derivative.

It's built on what comes before, right?

No, no. See, you're misrepresenting the process.

The process is, whether you're borrowing

from an Appalachian folk song or an old Negro spiritual

or your song "Booty Bass,"

it's all fair use, right?

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Bayard, he's a fool ♪

♪ Watch him rant and drool. ♪

- Everybody now! - BAYARD: Your Honor?

JUDGE: That's enough, Mr. Yungwood.

- WOMAN: Sing it! - ♪ Man trying to steal my song ♪

♪ But he don't know right from wrong.♪

Mr. Yungwood, if I have to tell you to stop again,

I'll hold you in contempt.

Oh... somebody said encore!

♪ Bayard, he's a fool ♪

♪ Watch him rant and drool. ♪ Everybody now!

Free the artist! Free the artist!

Where's my cam...? There we go.

Hey, yo, free the artist.

No justice, no music.

GAS wants to steal our music.

You heard me? They want to steal our music.

[laughs]

They can't beat me! I feel like Tupac!

I feel like Tupac!

Well, you got to hand it to him.

He really does know how to capture attention.

[phone vibrates]

Hello, this is Olivia.

Olivia, this is Josh Frank at One Coast Bank.

We talked earlier.

Yes, thanks for calling back.

Sorry, Mr. Frank, I'm having trouble

downloading this antiviral thingy you sent me.

Antiviral software.

Right. I'm just so...

technologically dumb.

It's all right. I'm here to help you in any way possible.

Well, yay.

So, I wanted to know if you could help

if I shared my screen with you.

That seems like a reasonable request.

I can help you with that.

Let me get my computer

and I'll call you right back.

Whatever you need, Mrs. Siffre.

Ms. Siffre. For now.

[Josh laughs]

Can I call you tomorrow?

Our hours are 10:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.

Great. I'll call you in the morning.

Good job.

Playing dumb is one of my specialties.

What are you doing?

Cloning your screen.

Since he's pretending to be a banking rep,

at some point he's gonna ask you for a link

or a key to verify your details.

And when he does, I send him...

- VIK: This. - Mm-hmm.

VIK: It's called a beaconing payload.

Cybersecurity guys use it to track scammers.

If he tries to initiate a transfer to his account

using this, we'll be able to track it.

What?

I'm just... very appreciative.

Well, hey, this is fun for me.

Let's go to dinner.

[clears throat]

BAYARD: Mm.

- Nice conference room. - Thank you.

Not a lot of workers here.

You have an offer for us?

What makes you say that?

Because you're here.

- And... - NATALIA: This.

No justice, no music.

GAS wants to steal our music.

You heard me? They want to steal our music.

GAS is worried about the publicity.

We need Yungwood to sign an NDA,

and we are ready to offer $100,000.

No.

You don't want to check with your client?

You mean when he gets out of lockup?

BAYARD: Hmm.

Yungwood has given us a floor to negotiate from.

- Which is? - A private matter.

Does your client know your personal reasons to hold out?

That we like to make money? Yes.

- Hmm. - [phone vibrates]

My client will go as high as $200,000,

but with an NDA.

The last thing we need

are dozens of nuisance suits like this one.

Ooh. You think I'm a nuisance now,

just wait till you see me at trial.

Mr. Diamond...

we will relay

your offer to our client.

Thank you, young lady.

Ms. Siffre.

I, um...

I know you think

I'm a coldhearted bastard,

but I started a scholarship fund in Anna's name.

Does that alleviate your conscience, Dad?

Hmm. Does she alleviate yours?

You'll have to explain that one to me, dear old Pa.

What is Ms. Siffre if not your own little scholarship fund?

We'll see what you have to say after she takes you down

for a hell of a lot more than 200 grand.

[Bayard sighs]

See you in court, sir.

Mm.

Thank you.

Anna was your sister?

What happened to her?

She jumped off a balcony.

I'm so sorry.

She never felt like...

she was enough.

Dad wanted her to be a lawyer.

He pushed her.

She started using to keep up.

That's awful.

Yeah.

Dad tried tough love.

But I couldn't.

That last week...

...she was so happy.

It was like...

it was like we were kids again.

But she'd already decided.

She didn't want to bother us.

So she...

...went off to an airport hotel...

...ordered room service breakfast...

...then stepped off the balcony.

I was in court when I heard.

[crying]

This is supposed to be comforting.

[laughs]

[laughs, sniffles]

[knock on door]

Look, I filed the police report,

just like you said, and I promise,

I will not spend that thousand dollars.

I-I'll send it straight to Mom and Dad.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I love you.

I love you, too.

I know I messed up.

Sh-She just said all the right things...

Wait, let-let me say something.

You were a victim,

and I was wrong to be so hard on you.

You haven't been so hard...

Yes, I have.

I... I did the same thing.

I messed up.

I almost lost

all of Mom and Dad's savings.

These people-- they're good at what they do.

They-they hit you with love, they hit me with paranoia.

- You're talking about the malware? - Yeah.

Josh from the bank,

just another layer of the scam.

But they sent me money. It's in my account.

That's how they gain your trust.

They deposit small amounts so they can drain

the next account.

I'm so sorry for blaming you.

I'm-I'm just as guilty.

Whew.

[laughs]

Well, we're just a bunch of suckers, huh?

Yeah. Stupid.

Hey...

would you like a malt ball?

Have you been living off that?

And pretzels. Yeah. [chuckles]

No, no. Pack your bag.

Come on, you're coming to my house.

- You can crash on the couch. - Okay.

["Bass Booty" playing in distance]

♪ Hold up, wait ♪

♪ Where that bass at? ♪

♪ Bring the bass back ♪

♪ We're gonna make it shake, hey ♪

♪ Bass booty got me gone ♪

♪ Gonna ride it all night long ♪

♪ It's the bass booty ♪

♪ Low and loud, it makes me proud ♪

♪ Bass booty... ♪

What are you doing?

Breakfast. I'm listening to your friend.

That's not him, that's the rip-off.

Uh, no, it's the right one.

"Booty Bass." It's not bad, though.

I don't usually like old music.

Christy, that's not...

♪ All treble on top, no soul, no swell ♪

♪ Damn ♪

- ♪ Take me back to... ♪ - See?

CHRISTY: Hmm.

All right, well,

does it matter?

I've been hearing you arguing in there.

You're so precious about your music.

Doesn't it just make you want to get up and dance?

- [turns off music] - Wait.

Listen to Yungwood first.

- See? - ♪ Bring the bass back... ♪

That's what the original sounds like. It's not a rip-off.

- It's not... - ♪ Bass booty got me gone... ♪

No, yeah, that's what I was playing.

♪ It's the bass booty ♪

♪ Low and loud, it makes me proud ♪

What the hell?

See? Music is just music.

♪ From your head down through your spine ♪

♪ It's the bass booty... ♪

I need you in the courthouse.

Okay, we need money for treats.

I need to thank my fans for getting me released

and driving up my numbers last night.

Even the AI slave masters couldn't ignore it.

You know why?

Because music is power-- that's why.

Don't let AI win, brother.

- Yungwood. - Yerp.

Ah. My lawyers.

Time to talk shop.

No cameras, remember?

Uh, cut.

- How you doing, man? - I'm groovy.

Feel like Tupac. Got a sing-along

and a bologna sandwich walking into holding.

[laughs] Hey, we wanted to catch you

before we got into court.

We have a problem.

YUNGWOOD: What the hell? What happened to my numbers, man?

It's Noisement.

After your overnight surge,

they deprioritized you. Show him.

I type in "Booty Bass."

The results still list "Bass Booty."

YUNGWOOD: Aw, hell no.

Aw, hell yes.

And then, when I ignore the top search

and I click on "Booty Bass,"

it just shows me other artists.

They're intentionally suppressing your music.

Bruh, I-I, I got to post this up online.

No, no. Court first.

All right, come on.

OLIVIA: No, Your Honor,

this case is about copyright infringement

and proving who benefits from it.

No, this is an emergency injunction about one song

and not an indictment of capitalism.

But this goes directly to damages...

Let me understand first.

You want to question a Spotify executive?

A Noisement executive.

Our client was deprioritized

on Noisement's platform overnight,

where 53% of consumers listen to music.

- This company has a stranglehold on the market. - This is a wild

- goose chase. - And we can prove immediate harm

by showing how GAS and Noisement are colluding

to flood the platform with AI copycats.

MICHAEL: And worse yet, they reduce the residuals for artists

in favor of AI because they've made a deal with GAS

- to share in the profits. - This is absurd, Your Honor,

all these accusations.

Your Honor, I have an objection standing.

One second.

[music in Jimmy Buffett's style playing]

Your Honor?

I'm a fan of Jimmy Buffett.

BAYARD: Mm-hmm.

I listen to him at the law library and in the car.

But this...

is my entire streaming feed now.

It's supposed to be Jimmy Buffett.

It sounds like him, but it isn't.

Your Honor, this has nothing to do with that.

Is your client responsible for this blasphemy?

Your Honor...

...I ask for a recess.

Yes, and that's my cosigner account.

JOSH: New Calvary Books--

that's your parents' business?

Yes.

I'm glad to see the account

hasn't been breached yet.

That balance of $248,900--

does that look correct?

Yes, thankfully that's all there.

All you need to do now is enter a new password.

I can walk you through that.

Just sent you a link.

Feel free to enter your new password.

Don't worry, I can't see it on my end.

Done.

Okay. I don't think I got that.

Didn't get what? I thought you said it was private.

Uh, yes.

I mean, the system didn't update.

Actually, let's try this.

There should be an option to give me remote access

so I can help you more directly.

Remote access. Uh-huh, I see a link

with that option. Is this it?

Yeah, that should be it.

Good. Here goes.

One second, Olivia.

Just... receiving.

Receiving.

I think something might be wrong.

I'm seeing the money and my...

Wait, what did you just send me?

A little gift.

Good luck opening it.

[speaks Polish]

What'd you just do, you stupid American hick?

OLIVIA: I took back my brother's $70,000

and dumped the rest,

- you... - [disconnect tone]

[speaks Polish] ...malware.

[speaking Polish]

[alarm blaring]

[speaks Polish]

[groaning]

Ah.

Ms. Siffre, we waited for you.

Thank you, Mr. Diamond.

Without conceding any infringement,

my client agrees to delete all songs

on the Noisement platform

that would compete with Mr. Yungwood's catalog.

Stop the slop, Pop.

And compensation?

As a goodwill gesture,

GAS will compensate him $1 million in damages,

providing he signs an NDA.

So that mean I gotta keep my mouth shut?

Mm-hmm.

Can you give us a minute?

So where do I sign?

Are you crazy? That's not nearly enough.

- We could double it. - Nah, man.

Let's-let's call it a day, all right?

I mean, the publicity is worth more than the settlement.

I'm-a blow up on Noisement.

Not with an NDA.

Okay, well, that's why I got my manager

to hire a bot farm in Peru

to boost my numbers.

Two million hits just this morning.

From bots?

Yeah, I'm tired of getting ripped off, brother.

It's time for me to get off the auction block,

start beating the block.

That's Jigga Man Jay-Z.

[chuckles]

Okay.

We'll settle.

But you should keep our number handy.

Just in case Noisement sues you for fraud.

Oh, they definitely are.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

One sec.

- Are you heading out? - Yeah.

My flight's in a-- oof, an hour.

Well, I'm driving you.

No, I got a cab. He's out front.

I love you, yeah?

I love you.

Don't be a stranger. Come home some time.

Christmas?

Right, Christmas.

[laughs]

Well, Mom thought I could convince you

to come home sooner, but looking around,

I don't know.

I think you found your home.

[electronic dance music playing]

VIK: Uh, can we get menus?

We didn't order these.

Do you come here often?

No. Christy suggested it.

["Booty Bass" playing]

We're not gonna talk much, are we?

I don't think so.

Not here.

♪ Booty bass, take me home... ♪

Did you arrange this?

No. Why?

It's a-- it's-it's our client.

And a bot farm in Peru.

♪ Yeah, it's that booty bass you know that booty bass ♪

♪ Ya bass booty, ya get the boot...♪

Let's go.

You want to leave?

No, I want to dance.

I don't dance.

Neither do I.

Let's go.

♪ Hit the gym and get your weight up ♪

♪ Until that booty's straight ♪

♪ Dis dat booty bass ♪

♪ For all the booty hate ♪

♪ Kiss it where the sun don't shine ♪

♪ Now how that booty taste? ♪

♪ Booty bass, take me home ♪

♪ Gonna ride it all night long ♪

♪ It's the booty bass ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ That's the booty bass. ♪

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