Accused

I wanna review the updated witness list

so we're not blindsided.

Marcus?

It's for my niece. She's turning ten.

Arrr, give up your buried treasure

or we'll make you walk the plank!

Oh, really? Well, if you do that,

then who's gonna bring you your cake, Captain?

Mom, obviously.

Oh, you little traitor.

Hey, you seen your Uncle Pete?

Over there with Wendy's mom.

-Arrr. -Arrr.

Cake time in five minutes, everyone.

Cake!

Well, I haven't actually met anyone who's afraid of AI

who knows the first thing about AI.

Sorta like the perfect example of the Dunning-Kruger Effect.

Dunning-Kruger Effect?

Yeah, you know, when people of little competence,

they tend to overestimate their ability.

Another example would be me thinking

I could ask you out on a date.

Huh, didn't see that coming.

-You kinda saw it coming. -Pete, the candles?

-Hey, Marcus, this is Claire. -Wendy's mom.

Man, you had one job. You were supposed to get the candles an hour ago.

Relax. Relax. I got you.

Sorry, you'll have to excuse my friend,

he's wound a little tight!

-It makes sense, though, right? -Yeah, it does.

Ah! You found him.

Yeah. He's over there talkin' to Claire Bellow.

-Wendy's mom? -Mm-hmm.

She's married.

When has that ever stopped him?

Man, I cannot believe

our little boy is turning

- seven years old. - Mm-hmm.

-It happened so fast. -Mm, not for me, it didn't.

Oh, sorry. I gotta get this.

Uh...

don't go anywhere.

- Yo. - Pete, great.

-We got you on the line. -Hey, yeah.

-Are you with Marcus? -Sorry.

-Arun has an important update. -Yeah?

He needs to jump on a call with you both. ASAP.

-Okay. -Can you grab him now?

- All right. - Yeah, gimme a second.

Let's do this. You got the lighter?

-Yeah. Here you go. -Yo, Marcus, I need you on this call. It's Arun.

Uh, no. We're about to do cake.

He says it's important.

Candles are already in, man.

Does it have to happen right now?

He says it needs to be now

and it needs to be both of us on the line. Come on.

Go ahead, take the call.

Yeah. We'll just, uh... we'll sing slow.

Slow!

All right.

-Let's go. -Let's go.

Arun, man, it's Marcellus's birthday

so whatever you gotta tell us, just make it quick.

Okay, check this out.

Google wants to buy Caraxon.

Say that again?

Google!

Their lawyers just sent over a Letter of Intent

-to acquire Caraxon. -How much?

A billion.

Hey, but that's just their opening offer,

so we'll get that number up.

Okay. All right. Uh, thanks, Arun,

we'll talk to you soon.

-A "b"! -A "b"!

-A "b"! -A "b"!

-A billion. -We did it! We did that!

Confirming a person's identity

by capturing their face,

that's our business model, right?

Well, man, I wish I could've captured

Pete's flabbergasted face yesterday

when we got that call.

Pete Vanderkamp,

the most annoyingly,

-frustratingly brilliant individual... -There we go.

...I have ever known.

And he just so happens to be my best friend.

Now, back in the day,

when Pete and I first started this company,

we knew it wasn't about just building out

Pete's algorithm.

We knew that we had to recruit the best of the best.

- Build out a real team. - Yeah!

And that's why we're standing here today,

because of you.

You believed,

you sacrificed your precious, precious time.

But now?

Now it's time to trade in all your sweat equity

for some real equity.

All right, chillax.

Cálmate. Let's not get ahead of ourselves.

The deal isn't closed just yet.

But until it is,

you guys just keep doin' what you're doin',

and just know that we truly, truly appreciate

and are grateful for each and every one of you

for making Caraxon a billion-dollar acquisition.

- Yeah! - In other words,

let's go!

What he said!

-Thank you. Thank you. -Yeah!

Back to work!

Oh, my God. You scared me.

Sorry I'm late.

I didn't even hear you come in.

Ah, that's 'cause you're focused on...

a lil' house-hunting.

Nah, open it back up.

Let's see. I like that one.

-Oh, really? -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, oceanfront view, tennis court,

infinity pool, nine bedrooms. I mean...

there's only three of us, so let me see,

yeah, that means we get three bedrooms each.

Okay. All right.

Might be a little tight, but we can make it work.

No, I know it's stupid.

Nah, it's not stupid.

I mean, a little premature,

but there's nothing wrong with a little real estate porn.

It's just, you know,

we've been talking for all these years

about getting to this moment,

but we never talked about what we'd do once we're here.

Like I said, we're not there yet.

But we are close.

So, you can't keep pushing this away,

Marcus, this is really happening,

so we gotta start talking about how we're going to handle this.

-You're right. -Having all of this money,

all of a sudden, it is... it's disorienting

and frankly, it's pretty terrifying.

But...

we'll figure it out. We always do.

Okay.

As long as Marcellus doesn't become

one of those entitled brats we can't stand.

I ain't worried about that.

I know his mama.

You deserve this.

We deserve this.

Mmm. You had the dream,

and you made it happen.

I'm so proud of you.

Well, thank you, but...

none of this means anything without you and Marcellus.

- Mmm. - Mmm.

-That's nice. -I mean it.

Speakin' of nice,

-come love on me. -Oh.

- Please. Please. Come over here.

Mmm. Mm-mm, don't answer that. Mm-mm. Come to bed.

-Come to bed. Marcus... -I know, I know.

I know. Just...

-Just... -All right,

I'll be waiting for you.

Mrs. Skilling, are you pleased with this verdict?

Am I grateful that the police who murdered my husband

will be punished? Yes, I am.

But my husband's side of the bed will

still be empty tonight,

so there's no justice

that can make my life any less lonely.

Excuse me.

- All right, no more questions.

Hello?

I see you've just watched the video I sent

of Mrs. Skilling.

Who is this?

It doesn't matter who I am.

Tell me or I'm hangin' up.

All that matters is what I know about your company.

What do you think you know?

That Xavier Skilling was murdered

because of your company's negligence.

And I can prove it.

-How? -Twenty-million dollars.

That's my price for keeping this to myself.

Unless you want me to leak it to the media.

Look, whoever you are

and whatever you're trying to do, this is really not--

I'll be in touch.

What the heck?

Marcus, you comin'?

Hey, what's wrong?

Um...