Battle royale. Did I call it, or did I call it?
You called it.
Hey, everybody. I can't stop playing MQ's battle royale mode.
There's so much blood.
I've won! Battle royale.
Battle royale is so much fun.
I'm gonna buy a hot dog skin.
Wow. Those kids are young.
Oh, yeah. Our average daily user just got down to nine years old.
So now that we've got the kids, what are we gonna do with them?
We are gonna bleed 'em dry, of course.
Hey, Brad. I need to talk to you about a rather serious matter.
It's
your birthday!
Let's hear it for the birthday boy.
Happy birthday--
It's not my birthday.
Brad. I know you like to put up walls,
but I have it on pretty good authority that today is your birthday.
Okay, well, I don't know who your source is,
but they're a liar.
No, actually, they're not a liar. Because they're your brother!
Come on out, Zack.
Happy birthday, bro.
Look at his face. Oh, my God, that's priceless.
Yeah, Zack e-mailed me a few weeks ago.
Said you guys hardly see each other, and he wanted to surprise you.
Naturally, I was on board.
And as an only child who always wanted a brother,
I cannot imagine how excited you are right now.
Come here, big guy. Come.
So good to see you.
That is beautiful.
What's his angle? What is he planning?
-Sorry, I'm lost. -Me too. Is this a new hallway?
Is everything okay? You seem frazzled.
I'm not frazzled. I'm plotting.
Of course. Plotting against who?
My brother, Zack.
He's a private equity douche
who swoops in, fattens up companies and then guts 'em.
-He's a stone-cold killer. -A killer? That guy?
Yes, that guy.
I bet he's here to kill my pig.
So typical.
I won't let him. This is my pig.
If anyone's gonna kill it, it's gonna be me.
-Sorry, what pig? -The company.
Battle royale must have juiced our numbers enough to get him interested.
-He smells blood in the water. -The pig's blood?
-My blood! -You're bleeding?
-It's a metaphor, Jo. Keep up. -I'm trying.
The birthday party is just a cover. He's here to take my job.
Guess what. I know what to do.
Sorry, are we walking?
What are you doing?
I'm hiding in my office until he leaves.
It's a power play.
-Is it? -Yes, it is, Jo! Okay?
-Do not question me. Just get rid of him. -Yes, sir. Right away, sir.
This doesn't make sense.
Why would Montreal reward Poppy
for putting a cancer into the game that will eventually kill MQ?
They gave her a Porsche.
-They gave her a Porsche? -Yeah.
Damn. Battle royale must be bringing in bank.
That's not the point, tester.
You don't gift a high-performance vehicle like that
to a first-time driver, all right?
You give 'em a piece of shit like this.
You're welcome for the ride, dude.
Also, with climate change,
everyone should be driving an eco-friendly vehicle.
I realize that. That's why I have three Teslas.
Why do you have three Teslas?
Because I care about the environment. Follow the conversation.
Pull over here. There she is.
Is she sitting on the hood?
I guess it's nice you're picking her up.
I'm not picking her up. The little monster can kick rocks.
I'm here for the car.
Hey!
-Are you out of your mind? -What's happening?
You can't sit on that hood like it's the goddamn General Lee.
-You can't say that anymore. -Shut up.
-How did you know I was here? -Your tester told my tester.
But that's not the point, Poppy.
You can't leave machinery like this on the side of the road. It's disrespectful.
You might want to get the chocolate bars off the dash. They're melting.
You put chocolate in there?
Okay, fine. You deal with it then.
I can't drive this stupid thing anyway. You want the keys?
-Yeah. -Fireball!
I mean, we had one nice moment, Poppy. One goddamn--
-Here's my chauffeur. -I am not your chauffeur.
-Yeah, you definitely can't say that. -Shut up!
Yeah.
I'm not 100% sure, but I think that's pretty dicey.
It's fine. I don't mean it like that. I'm gonna sit in the front. It's not--
-It doesn't matter where you sit. -It doesn't matter.
No, no. I mean, I'm a woman of color, so I can't--
I can't get canceled, can I? Can I? Can I get canceled?
I don't think I can get canceled. I think…
I think I'm good. I'm good.
I'm good.
Okay, you know what? It's super dicey,
so… I'm just gonna let the women of color figure this out.
-I'ma back away. -Yeah, that's us, right?
The women of color.
You got my chicken nuggets in the car?
Great.
Okay.
So that's why you had to get up so early?
Yeah. Gotta work twice as hard to get half as far.
-Twice as hard as what? -Never mind.
-Where the fuck's my sweet and sour sauce? -They're in the cup holder!
-I gotta go. -Okay. Yeah. Bye.
Hey, tester. See you back at the office.
Don't try and keep up.
Okay, here we go.
It's a GT4.
Been a minute on the stick.
No problem. I put the man in manual.
And I can say that 'cause I'm alone. All right.
Oh… my… God.
-Hi. -I can drive stick.
It's just that she's got chocolate or something stuck in the clutch.
Do you wanna…
This model is not… suited for--
Okay.
I kinda feel like… maybe I-- There's-- I have…
-I don't know. Maybe… -If--
Maybe you don't know how to…
My legs are probably too strong, and I'm putting too much…
Yeah, that's probably it.
Do you wanna…
Here you go.
What's that about?
Our creative directors are going through a divorce of sorts.
-It's kinda messy. -That must be hard on you.
It is.
Thank you for recognizing that.
Strong shoulders.
There she is.
I saved a piece of cake for you. Where's the birthday boy?
I was hoping he would show me around before I take him to lunch.
Mr. Bakshi doesn't eat lunch. He says lunch is for losers.
Uh-oh. He's not watching his calories again, is he?
He's always been insecure about his weight.
Really?
He is not insecure about anything.
He's just too busy to focus on lunch or anything else besides work.
He doesn't look busy.
It's okay. Maybe this was a bad idea.
No, you planned a special day for your brother
because you know your brother like only a brother could,
and this is the thanks he gives you?
I'll say it. He doesn't deserve you.
Well, it's not about the birthday. This goes way back.
He's probably still mad about Kate.
Right. Feud over a woman.
No, I read about this kind of thing.
No way. He wouldn't fall apart over some cooze.
Would he?
Trouble in paradise?
Your new mentor not everything you thought he'd be?
He is. He's actually the best I've ever had.
That supposed to hurt me?
'Cause it just makes me laugh.
You're not laughing.
I'm laughing.
What is happening?
Whatever, Brad's not coming out, so Zack should leave, now.
No. Not before I give him a tour.
You may have lost a brother in Brad,
but you've gained one in me.
Get a room.
-Mission accomplished. He's gone. -Nice.
See? My power play worked.
Of course it did. It always does.
-He wanted to take you to lunch. -Lunch is for losers.
-Yeah, that's what I said. -Hey.
He's David's problem now.
Wait, what?
David's taking him on a tour of the building.
Where?
I don't know. I thought it probably made--
You thought you would let him cozy up to our executive producer
so he could personally campaign for my job?
I failed you.
-Brad, I can fix this. -You've done enough.
No.
I can fix it!
Not gonna kill my pig.
Not gonna take my job. Not gonna kill my pig.
Hey, what's up?
Well, guys, we did it.
We put a lot of late nights and a lot of long hours into battle royale.
But this…
This is what makes it all worth it.
Dana.
He tries here, and he nearly gets it, and it's like…
He can't.
So good.
Thank you for recording this, Dana. Great idea.
No, this was your idea.
My idea was to get back to work.
For the past two weeks, I have been your driver,
your food delivery service and your cheerleader.
When are you gonna teach me to code?
How do you know that I'm not teaching you to code right now?
You just don't understand my methods 'cause I'm like Mr. Miyagi.
-Who? -Mr. Miyagi. Karate Kid.
Wait, you don't know Karate Kid? Unacceptable!
Who's got candy?
-Poppy. Pop-star. Pop goes the weasel. -What do you want, Brad?
-Hey, you like me, right? -No.
-But I got you battle royale. -Yeah,
through intimidation and devious manipulation.
Okay, but you like me more than a stranger, right?
I'm the devil you know.
Another devil might be a thousand times worse.
-Trust me, this guy is. -What are you on about?
It's my brother, Zack. He's gonna be here any second.
-I need to know you're on team Brad. -I'm not. Again, I do not like you.
Fine. Okay, I'll give you a cut of whatever I make on the skin dump.
What the fuck?
Avatar skins, keep up.
They will turn battle royale into a cash cow.
Montreal will be super happy. Ian will be super pissed.
-I'm in. What do you need me to do? -Great. Zack's gonna be here any minute.
He's gonna try and charm you. Don't give him an inch.
-Be mean to him. You can be mean, right? -Obviously.
Okay, why don't you go get me my lunch?
And while you're at it, you can wax off that stank face.
That's gonna make sense once you see the movie, Karate Kid.
Great, keep that bitchy energy.
Stop it.
Last but not least is the programmers' den.
Hey! There's the birthday boy.
-Where have you been, Motu? -Motu?
It's a nickname. Not mine. Shut up. Whatever.
Why are you still here?
David took me to meet the art team. Lovely bunch of guys.
Yeah, none of them could believe that Zack was your brother.
'Cause he's not a total sourpuss
like someone we know.
And David had them whip up this amazing drawing of me.
-What? -Yeah. Look at that. Isn't that great?
Yeah, had 'em whip up one of me too.
-Look at that. Brothers in arms. -Brothers in arms!
-We came up with a thing. Pretty cool. -Stop it.
Anyway… So, this is our top-notch programming team.
And this here is--
Zack, right?
I gotta tell you, you look like a bloody drongo, mate.
-I'm so sorry? -A drongo. It's an insult.
In Australia. It doesn't really play here.
Poppy is our socially inept co-creative director.
Wait, wait, wait. Poppy Li? The genius behind battle--
I'm sorry. I'm honored to meet you.
A genius? I wouldn't-- It's kind of a genius idea.
I mean, it brought in 14.2 million players.
It was my idea.
I tricked her into it because she's too stupid to know what's good for her.
-You are the devil! -Okay, here's an idea.
Why don't we take a break?
Why don't we go out into the courtyard where I have a special surprise for Brad?
-You have a surprise? I love surprises. -Right?
Here's a special idea. How about we take your special little surprise
and we roll it into a special little ball
and then we cram it into your special little butt?
Why don't we do that?
Yeah.
Yep.
Yep!
Brothers.
Maybe I'm overthinking it, but do you think Dana seemed annoyed at me?
I don't know. I talked to her yesterday, and she said she's fine.
She said she was just tired, but…
I just feel like she's pulling away lately.
I mean, not pulling away, more like pulling toward something else.
She has big dreams, which I love.
I really support that. I just wish that she would--
Am I in hell?
I think I may actually be in hell.
I do not care about your love life, tester.
Okay, dude, for the last time, I have a name.
And you wanna burden me with it?
By the way, do you think that the other one is in the car with Poppy
talking about you? No.
She's talking about work and how she can get ahead,
which is what you should be doing.
Yeah, you're right. You're right.
So are you sure you didn't notice a weird vibe?
-I don't fucking care! -Okay, dude. What is your problem?
It's not my fault that Poppy's doing better than you, okay?
Maybe you should try working a little harder,
instead of sitting around and longing for the days
-when straight white men ruled the world. -Sure, sure.
Yeah, yeah. Blame your lack of ambition on the patriarchy.
Do you honestly think that I've had more opportunities in this business
-simply because I'm a straight white man? -Yes!
Yes! Of course I have. It's undeniable.
Wait, really?
-I kind of thought you'd-- -Shut, shut, shut up.
Shut up. Shut up. I'm talking.
Look. When I started, I was a tester.
I found myself one day in an elevator with my boss for three floors. I was alone.
I pitched him, I don't know, 17 ideas. I think he maybe liked one of them.
But he knew my name. Then eventually, six months later, I got promoted.
Well, as a woman, I don't have access to the same kinds of opportunities.
Yeah, no, totally. Women don't have the same opportunities.
This is one. This is it. This is the opportunity.
This is the one that a woman is in, that you are.
You are the woman. This is the opportunity. This is the elevator.
Except it's a car, and I'm trapped in it with you, alone,
and you're in the driver's seat, the woman.
You can pitch some ideas. Go ahead. Go.
-I'm in an elevator? -What do you want, Rachel?
What do you want?
Helping women is exhausting.
Stupid. So stupid. Such a pussy.
You're fat too. You gotta lose weight.
No more mochaccinos, you fat fatty.
There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you.
-What is it? -Something… bad.
I don't know his work,
-but I'm just… -Me neither, but it's cool.
-Hey, what's happening in here? -That is what's happenin'.
Zack!
Hey, brother!
-Hey, Snoop Doggy Dogg. -What's poppin', Bert?
It's Brad, but that's fine.
What's the dealio?
This was my special surprise.
I asked him to perform a private concert for you in the courtyard,
'cause I know you're such a big fan.
Plus, he sort of owed me.
Can you believe this motherfucker bought me a farm in Humboldt County?
-I bought him a farm! -You bought him a farm.
And since you weren't interested, we just pivoted.
Great!
Yeah, Zack had a great idea to do an in-game concert
-and sell Snoop-skins to the players. -All right.
You ready, Snoop?
I stay ready. That's why I ain't gotta get ready.
He's gonna sing. He's gonna sing.
He's gonna sing.
Check me out one time, y'all.
Let me tell you somethin'
It's everybody's favorite Crip cousin Snoop Dogg
Inductin' these woop hoes Since RuPauls
I'm good on both sides Like switch hitters
-I didn't know you were a Snoop fan. -I'm not. It's also not my birthday.
-Get me a fucking mochaccino. -Yep. You bet.
Get out of my way!
If it ain't what I'm talkin' Then why we talkin', homey?
This is the longest you've ever shut up.
I'm thinking, okay? You asked me an important question, so I'm thinking.
-And I have to watch the road. -There is no more road!
-All right, that's it. I'm getting out. -Wait. Wait! Just wait for a second!
I want a seat at the table.
Okay. Great.
-Which table? -What?
What do you wanna do? You wanna be a creative director?
A lead programmer? A writer? Art director? What do you want?
-Yes. -Yes, what?
Yes, I wanna do the stuff you just said.
-It's not a yes or no question. -I know, okay?
You're putting me on the spot. This is hard for me.
I'm giving you exactly what you're always asking for, which is to be heard.
But you don't have anything to say because you don't know what you want.
I do know what I want!
I don't know what I want.
Well, maybe you should try working a little harder to figure your shit out,
instead of spending all your time sitting around longing for the days
when you could blame all of your problems on straight white guys.
-Wait. How am I gonna get my car? -I don't care!
No!
Hey!
That was awesome, man.
God. Room still has such an energy to it.
Also a weed smell to this room. We probably need to air that out.
David, I need a moment alone with my brother.
Hey, we're all brothers here, huh?
-Get the fuck out. -Yeah. Yeah, right.
And hey, brother. Don't forget to send me the Brené Brown links, right?
No, I will. She'll change your life.
See ya, love you. All right, bye.
Hey, brother. Enjoy the concert?
Why are you doing this? You don't wanna work here.
You're right about that.
This place is a gold mine. But it's peaked.
It's time to strip her down and sell it off
before the inevitable nosedive.
-No. It's not time. -Of course it is.
The saddest thing is that you know it
but are too scared to do anything about it.
Because you're soft.
So, I will step in and do what needs to be done.
Just like I did with Kate.
Leave her out of this.
You have all these folks convinced that you're some badass cutthroat.
But all I see is a scared little boy.
A pussy. Just like Papa always said.
Don't do this.
Don't take it away from me.
Beg me.
Beg me not to take it from you.
Beg me not to kill your game.
Please. Bhai-ya.
Please don't kill my game.
We'll see.
Happy birthday.
-It's not my birthday. -I know.
You have two minutes. Ask me.
Who's Kate?
When we were boys in 4-H, we were given a piglet to raise for slaughter.
But Brad grew attached. He named it Kate.
Treated it like a pet.
And when it was time to kill the fat sow, he couldn't do it.
Do you know what you do with a pig that dies a natural death?
Nothing. The meat's useless.
Exactly. What a waste.
So I did it for him, because that's what needed to be done.
Brad's balls just never dropped.
But I think yours have.
I'll be in touch.
Let me tell you somethin'
It's everybody's favorite Crip cousin Snoop Dogg
Snoop! Mr. Dogg. Hi, I'm a huge fan.
Thanks, little girl.
I'm not a little girl. I'm actually an adult woman.
Yo, what's up, Snoop?
Ian, what's good, man? When you releasing that new expansion?
When you release that new album.
-Hey, I'll see you at GGL. -Fo' sho'.
I have a Porsche.
If it ain't what I'm talkin' Then why we talkin', homey?
'Cause I done changed so many lives With my vibes
I make sure my Crips And my 'Rus all survive
Long Beach throwin' up C's In my stores
Hollywood star Twin Towers with the boys
I'm switchin' bitches Like I switch cars
Li'l homeys on go With the licks for us
I'm walkin' in the church Smellin' like a lit forest
It's all good 'Cause a real one kept the shit goin'
If it ain't what I'm talkin' Then why we talkin', homey?
So turn it up a little in the middle
It's the S to the N, double-O, P D, O, double-G, that's me
Kickin' it for ya
Never, ever need no lawyer 'Cause I dropped it for ya
And bring it right back on time
And I'ma hit you with a quick li'l rhyme Dime
What you talkin' 'bout?