Mythic Quest

-Huzzah! -Huzzah!

I called in an anonymous tip to the SEC about insider trading at Mythic Quest .

Wait, you called them on yourself?

Do you know what this shit's gonna do for my street cred?

Nothing to see here!

Just your typical perp walk. Dangerous felon on the move.

-Rachel and I are moving to Berkeley. -Yeah.

To get married?

-No. -What? No. What? We're going to school.

I didn't get in. They rejected me.

We'll get you into programming school.

Local. MQ will pay for it.

Yes!

We're gonna keep you under contract so that when you graduate

we don't look like assholes when you go work somewhere else.

If you're not going, I'm still gonna go.

Our story has only one logical, inevitable end.

And you know it as well as I.

There are no more chapters.

Raven's Banquet was the end of the story.

Please don't tell me you two are fighting again.

No. We are in total alignment.

Great. So what's up?

We're leaving you and Mythic Quest .

-No. -Yes.

-Can I be your assistant again? -Yes, I will take you back.

Jo, take a note.

Actually, I can't. Brad had me throw away my computer.

What? Seriously? That is so weird.

So let's talk about the new game.

And that is Hera.

Incredible. I am blown away.

-Thanks. Thank you. -Thank you.

If your game is half as exciting as that pitch, we'd love to invest.

-What? -This is just a vertical slice.

So the full game will be much more impressive.

Amazing. You two have built the--

Model prisoner.

You have a spotless record. You volunteered in the library.

You even taught classes in finance to prepare other inmates for their parole.

-Yeah. -Honestly, Mr. Bakshi,

it's a shame to lose you.

No, I don't think you're gonna lose me.

No, but seriously, I sit before you a changed man.

We see that.

You are proof that reform is possible, because prisons only work when--

Costs are down, numbers are up.

Excellent work, David.

Thank you, Jacques and Jean-Luc.

Yeah, I can't take all the credit.

As we know, it takes a village,

and I think these prof reports will show you

just how well this village was run.

Streamlined, responsible. It is--

The most complex game engine ever conceived.

This is our masterpiece.

Yes, and we are solely focused on the now.

So forget about our past--

Indiscretions.

If you give me another chance, I swear I will never--

Toot my own horn. I'll let the numbers do that for me.

But the truth is--

I am--

Way better off--

-Without them. -Damn straight.

-Jo. -Sorry.

Now, let's talk about our future.

How long do we wait?

How long are we supposed to wait?

Ian!

-Are you talking to me? -Who else would I be talking to?

You're the only other person that works in this office.

Can you get off the stupid VR game?

I'm not playing a stupid VR game, Poppy.

I am navigating,

and quite possibly building, a very small subsection of the Metaverse.

No, no. No more speeches about the Web3 frontier

-and "non-fungal tokens." -Non-fungible. Non-fungible.

Which means "unable to be replaced by an identical item."

Much like your kidneys, but keep drinking that green soda.

I saw you injecting yourself with horse hormones this morning.

Okay. First of all, those were amino acids, and secondly--

Shut up, shut up. Their offer's come in.

-They've emailed their offer. Yeah. -Really? That was fast.

That's a good sign.

Okay, before we open this, I think we should make a pact.

-Okay. -We don't take less than 25.

Twenty-five is what we asked for, and that's what they have to pay.

I like this Poppy.

Go big or don't go. Twenty-five it is.

-Okay. Okay. -Okay.

"Ian and Poppy, everyone is buzzing over your presentation…"

Blah, blah, blah.

"…excited to move forward with an offer of 50 million."

Fifty million?

Is this real?

Yeah.

-This is my dream. -Yes!

-This is the greatest day of my life! -Yes.

-And we did it! We really did it! -Yes!

We just made $50 million!

No.

What?

We didn't make $50 million because we're not gonna take the money.

What? What?

-But we asked for 25… -Right.

-…and they offered us 50. -Correct.

But we're not gonna take it?

No.

No.

No.

No, no, no.

Yes.

Look, Pop, there are reasons to take the money.

There are reasons not to.

It just doesn't feel right in my gut.

Your gut?

Your g--

We spent all our seed money on this game,

in this stupid spaceship office.

I've been struggling to pay my rent,

but we're not gonna take double what we asked for because of your gut?

Did you want me to say "yes" again, or can you infer based on the conversation?

Your gut is always making these decisions.

You said that we would make GrimPop Studios to develop my game!

So this is not for your gut to decide. My gut is making this call.

You're right. You're totally right.

This is your game, and you should make the call.

So what do you wanna do?

I think that we should take the money.

You think we should take it?

I wanna take the money!

Take the money? Okay. That's a lot of money.

-Yes! -All right. Let's take it.

-Yes! -All right. Good call.

-Congrats, Pop. -Okay.

Take the money. It's a big win.

That's a big win, Poppy.

And I do

Don't know this part

And pretend it was you

And lose control

There'll be some lovemaking Heartbreaking

-Soul-shaking -Soul-shaking love

Lovemaking Heartbreaking

-So-- -Ugh.

Jo.

She's just gonna keep calling.

-Hi, Jo. -Where are you?

Good to hear your voice too.

We're on the 5.

We just left San Francisco, and we are en route.

You just left? You're gonna be late for C.W.'s party.

He's flying in from Europe for this.

If he can make it here on time, so can you.

Sorry. Rach got hungry, so we stopped to get a muffin.

I don't wanna hear what you put your muff in.

-Why? -Ew, Jo. Ugh!

Why you-- are so gross all the time?

I promised C.W. I would get everybody here by seven o'clock sharp.

As in if you aren't here on time,

I will cut you with something sharp. Goodbye.

Carol's got issues.

Don't get me wrong, things are good.

I got a new job title, and a raise,

and they backed that ol' dump truck up against Carol's house,

but I don't do anything.

Then again, I've been underpaid my whole life,

so if these dumbass French Canadians wanna give me beaucoup bucks

for doing nothing,

then I should just take it, right?

I don't know. What do you think?

I think you jump from the first to third person too often.

It's hard to follow.

Mr. Brittlesbee is very busy.

If you're mentally ill, I'd be more than happy

-to drive you to a nearby asylum. -Jo, please.

Carol, look, you're more valuable to this company than ever.

Montreal made you Head of Diversity and Inclusion.

I don't even know what that means.

I'm just trying to justify a job where I'm overpaid but do nothing.

How do you do it, David?

Me? I do a lot.

I-- Carol, I manage the crazy creatives.

I'm producing significant content for a massive video game.

The crazy creatives are gone.

We aren't really producing any more significant content.

Still. I do a lot.

My days are filled with endless meetings.

And you have C.W.'s event tonight.

Yes. Thank you, Jo.

C.W., who's returning from his yearlong, whirlwind book tour,

is hosting an event tonight. Everyone's gonna be there.

And guess who has to manage it all?

Me. I had to organize the entire event.

Yes, but I manage you.

-Jo, can you get me some tea, please? -Of course.

You see, Carol,

this corporation is a complex system of operations that--

Okay, she's gone. Yes. My job is basically nonexistent.