calls Erlich “not particularly likable” and points out an equally unlikable solution to his problems: He can settle his debts by selling his stake in Pied Piper. And if you think this perception doesn’t exist, might I suggest you visit San Francisco? Or maybe just read this. “And who, if they hadn’t had their millions stolen from them, would have squandered them.” If Bachmanity doesn’t pay those workers what they’re owed, they’ll play right into the public’s perception of rich, entitled, tech-bro douchebags. “I see two able-bodied young white men who lucked into more money than most people see in five lifetimes,” she tells them. Homegirl is woke about the situation, and she aims to enlighten these fools. “Give me back Big Head’s fucking money!” Erlich futilely screams.Įrlich goes to the D.A to report this “Claymanity Insanity,” but the D.A. And no, Clayman did not buy a Bionic Man with the six million dollars he used it to pay debts he incurred from bad business deals. Arthur Clayman, the financial advisor who spent the last two episodes chewing out the Bachmanity duo for their frivolous monetary pursuits, made that tax error on purpose so he could keep the money. Or is it? Writer John Levenstein proves the old adage that the loudest vessels of piousness have the most sins to hide. This is too much, even for Palo Alto, or as Erlich accurately calls it, “Taxo Alto.” Suddenly, there’s a 6-million-dollar surplus in Big Head’s bank account. While reviewing Bachmanity’s finances, Jared discovers an accounting error: Seventy percent of Big Head’s money had been allocated for taxes. But there may be a chance for Big Head to still deliver on this promise. “You were supposed to be my meal ticket,” Erlich mumbles. Paid off or not, she still has a tech blog to write - and her exposé on the humble bartenders, waitstaff, and cooks who were not paid for working Erlich’s party will be chum in the shark-infested waters of social media. “It’s about two young tech businessmen who flew too close to the sun.” While looking at their melted, Icarus-brand wax wings, Erlich and Big Head realize C.J. Cantwell, the tech blogger whose silence Erlich bought with Big Head’s last $500,000.
In the middle of Richard’s expected freak-out, Tara shuts him up with her review: Despite a few interface bugs, the system kicks ass.Īlso kicking ass? The million-dollar debt that’s hanging over Erlich’s head, courtesy of Bachmanity Insanity, the failed Polynesian party on Alcatraz that a now-bankrupt Big Head couldn’t finance. Tara, Gilfoyle’s partner in hedonistic love, who was last seen distracting Dinesh and worshipping Satan, has been testing Pied Piper all day. Unbeknownst to him, however, the beta process has already started. “If you’re not mortally embarrassed by your initial release,” he says, “You released too late.” Richard remains unmoved. When Richard fears a flaky Pied Piper 1.0 would embarrass him, Jared counters with something that sounds like Microsoft’s mission statement. Think of it like test screening of a movie, except unlike test audiences, beta release users rarely do anything to make the product worse. That is what a beta is for!” Flagging a release as “beta” gives users a specific expectation in the tech world. Dinesh explains the beta concept: “You give it to people in the real world, they use it, and that is how we find the bugs. The platform is stable enough to handle it, despite still being somewhat buggy. To soothe Richard’s anxiety, Dinesh suggests a beta release. So, why is he reluctant to show Pied Piper to the public now? It’s always been Richard’s desire to bring his platform to the tech community, an intent that formed the crux of his dispute with Action Jack Barker. But no one outside of Richard’s team has taken it for a test drive. They have borne witness to it at TechCrunch Disrupt and via the streaming of that poor guy trapped beneath a condor nest. With the day-to-day craziness at Pied Piper, it’s easy to forget that the general public has yet to use the product. Martin Starr as Gilfoyle, Thomas Middleditch as Richard.
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