All language subtitles for Poker Face s02e02 Last Looks.eng

[* dramatic, mysterious
music playing]

[vehicle approaching]

?

[lock clicks]

[undertaker's wife]
Well, we're taking a big risk here,

so just tell us
what you want.

Alright, honey.
Three hundred each.

Be at the gazebo at 6:00.

[undertaker]
Three hundred?

I thought brains
went for five!

We have to build up a rapport
with the new broker.

I think you've built
enough rapport.

[undertaker's wife]
I don't know what you're talking about.

It's just business.
I swear to you.

You think I'm a fool!

We should have gotten
800 for those wrists.

You're holding out on me.

[undertaker's wife]
To hell with it.

I am keeping the money,
and I'm sleeping with him too.

You home-wrecking harpy!

[undertaker's wife]
No! If it weren't for me,

this place would've rotted
a long time ago,

you weak, bloodless,
shriveled little worm!

[* dramatic music playing]

- [fireplace poker thuds]
- [urn shatters]

[gasps]

?

[director]
Are we inside minimum?

[crew member] Yeah.
I think he overshot the mark.

We're out.
He's inside minimum, right?

[director] Okay.
Alright, we'll do it again.

Let's cut.

Reset.

[crew chattering]

Coming in.

[crew member 1]
Let's reset the rug, please.

[assistant] [on radio]
Copy that, set deck coming in.

[crew member 2]
Make way for the rug.

Oh.

There she goes.

Uh... what's your story?

You with makeup,
hair, wardrobe?

Oh, me?
No, no.

I wish.

This is my husband's
funeral home.

- [both laugh]
- Do you need some help?

No, no, no.
Don't touch that.

[* "We'll Meet Again"
by The Ink Spots playing]

? We'll meet again ?

- [Fred whispering indistinctly]
- ? Don't know where ?

? Don't know when ?

? But I know... ?

- [walkie-talkie beeps]
- [assistant] Anybody got 20 on locations?

[assistants giggling]

[assistant 1]
Why'd they even set this in 1973 anyway?

[assistant 2]
'Cause, like, iPhones and DNA and stuff

make it way too easy
to solve murders now.

Like, like,
one drop of blood.

[claps hands]
Boom! There's your guy.

Excuse me.

This is a work area.
It's off-limits.

- Go.
- Sorry, dude.

[sighs]

- [electricity zaps]
- Ugh.

- [* music dies out]
- What the hell?

What the... is going on?

[director]
And we're back up. Going right into a take!

- Roll sound, please!
- What happened to the lights?

It's a live set.

Sparks blew a breaker.
Shh, we're rolling.

Action.

The families will never know

because all they're
getting are ashes.

[scoffs] Ashes.

- Shh.
- Everyone thinks they're ashes.

They're actually
bone fragments

ground to the consistency
of ashes.

Any respectable
funeral director would say "remains."

- [director] Cut!
- Please be quiet.

- Greta?
- Resetting!

Great job.

Fred.

Oh, my God.
They've destroyed the place.

[stammers]

Honey,
they're professionals.

They're gonna leave it
exactly the way it came.

Dan Locos told me.

Fuck is Dan Locos?

Dan, the locations manager.

Hat and mullet?

Yeah, that's what
they all call him.

Like a nickname.

They have names
for everything.

A whole secret language.

The bathroom is
the "honey wagon"

and snacks are "crafty."

I-I-I don't care.

Just keep them
out of my workshop.

And speaking of which,
what-what are you doing anyway?

You're supposed
to be finishing the makeup job.

Honey, I will.

Tomorrow morning,
the Hoppenstammers will walk

through that door to grieve
their beloved grandmother.

Real people dealing
with real death.

That's what our lives
are about now, Greta,

not this fantasy land.

Yeah.

We've already rescheduled
the Hoppenstammers once

because you talked me
into this ridiculous filming.

And the money from it
is gonna get us through the month.

And I needed...

What?

What do you need, Greta?

I don't know.

Something... alive.

[glass shatters]

Hey!

What happened
to the lights?

[Dan Locos]
It was just a breaker.

I'm sorry,
and I'll be sure

to keep the PAs
out of the basement.

Oh, yes, and the peons
in the basement.

A-And look behind you.

You're destroying
my father's peonies

and trampling
my grandmother's lavender.

And desecrating
my great aunt's azaleas.

[Dan]
Fred, it'll all be better than new when we leave.

I told you, you won't
even know we were here.

Oh, my God.
The Hoppenstammers.

We'll replant those too.

The hell is this?
We didn't talk about a party.

Mrs. Hoppenstammer.

Mr. Hoppenstammer.

Mr. Hoppenstammer.

Ms. Hoppenstammer.

Ms. Hoppenstammer.

Fred, what the hell
is going on here?

Well, we had
to reschedule for tomorrow.

Uh, Greta was supposed
to call you?

Nobody called us.

Oh, shit.

Oh. Shit.

For three generations,

my family has kept
this place a sanctuary

to the sanctity
of life's final passage.

This is not a job...

not a business.

This is a temple...

to the dignity of death.

And you and I are
its caretakers.

So, "Oh, shit" indeed.

I want...

a divorce.

What?

One of the makeup girls
from the shoot said

she can set me up
with work in Miami.

Local stuff.

Small ads.

My cosmetology license
can transfer over.

- Miami?
- I don't want to hurt you.

I just wanna take
my half and go.

Your half?

I know, you probably
can't afford to buy me out.

I've spoken to the realtor
whose aunt we did last month,

and he's already found us
a really good offer.

Let's have a baby.

[stammers] A baby would
bring life into this place.

That's what you want.

A-And he would grow up
to be our child.

And he would take over
this place when I die,

a fourth generation
keeping the fire burning-

No!

I am not gonna trap
a baby too in this,

this depressing,
haunted shithole!

You think I trapped you?

I don't know.

[* solemn music playing]

I mean, when we got married,
I was so young.

So, yeah,
I, I feel... trapped.

But I think
you're trapped here too.

Mostly maybe
with all these ghosts.

You should get out.

- Out?
- Yeah.

I don't understand out.

There is no out.

Well, there is for me.

What about "Sleep Walk"?

Fred, I hate "Sleep Walk".

[* ominous music playing]

You home-wrecking harpy!

No! If it weren't for me,

this place would've rotted
a long time ago.

No thanks to you,

you weak, bloodless,
shriveled little worm.

- [fireplace poker thuds]
- [urn shatters]

[director] Cut!

Alright, let's reset
and go again.

?

[undertaker]
You home-wrecking harpy!

- [fireplace poker thuds]
- [urn shatters]

[director]
Cut. Reset.

[undertaker]
You home-wrecking harpy!

- [fireplace poker thuds]
- [director] Cut.

[undertaker]
You home-wrecking harpy!

- [urn shatters]
- You home-wrecking harpy!

?

[director]
And cut.

[Dan]
That should do it.

We'll clean up the rest
of the blood spatter

in the morning.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Fred Finch]
Greta, where have you been?

Hi.

Out... with friends.

[Greta laughs]

Baby, I'm-I'm sorry.
I overreacted.

C-Can we just
talk about this?

No. [laughs]

No. No, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

No.

Nooo...

[* solemn music playing]

How long will this take?

When will you be
out of my home?

Tomorrow morning?
7:00 a.m.?

They'll strike
the set dressing

and scrub the place,
so don't worry.

You'll be able to eat
off the floors

if that's your thing.

[text whooshes]

[text message chimes]

[water running]

[Greta] [singing]
? Ring my bell ?

? Ring my bell ?

? Ring my bell ?

? Ring my bell ?

? Ring my bell ?

- [* ominous music playing]
- ? Ring my bell ?

? My bell, ring ?

? Ring my bell ?

[Greta singing]

[Greta continues singing]

? You can ring my bell ?

There you are.

?

[fireplace poker thuds]

- [blood splats]
- [body thuds]

?

[metal clanging]

[device beeping]

[toothbrush clatters]

[machine whirring]

?

[* "Sleep Walk"
by Santo & Johnny playing]

[indistinct chatter]

?

[whirs]

[car engine starts]

[sighs]

?

[* song ends]

[* gentle, upbeat music
playing]

So, yeah, anyway,
I'm, uh,

I'm pretty sure
I about cracked the code.

I mean, there was a while
there where I really-

I just couldn't get
a moment's peace.

You know, uh, hayride,
lighthouse, what have you.

But the last
three months, well,

not a peep
from Beatrix Hasp,

not a peep from
the Five Families.

Mm-hm.

Feelin' pretty good.
Feelin' pretty good.

Oh, no big huge deal,
but I even quit smoking

and that was kind
of my whole scene.

Yeah, I switched to vaping.

Techno Cotton Candy.
It's, uh, delicious.

Uh, you shouldn't
know that, uh.

Anyway, no one really
knows if it's healthier.

But, hey,
vice is spice of life.

What else are we doing
on this great trip to nowhere?

No one knows.

We do know
how it ends at the end.

It ends the same
for each of us, I guess.

Uh, buy the ticket.
Take the ride, right?

Who knows?
Might even run for sheriff of Aspen.

I see my
Hunter. S Thompson references

are lost on you,
and that's a shame.

That's why we need to keep
books in Florida libraries.

It's very important.

Mai Tai on the beach, huh?

Gosh, kids,
you guys are great, uh.

And that's-
It's dead.

And, you see,
that's the one downside with these things

is, uh, they run on batteries.

Yo, hey, with cigarettes,
you're always looking

for a lighter, right?

Okay, guess I'm off
on a, a battery run.

Pleasure doing business

and, uh, great work
on the moat.

[sighs]

[* ominous music playing]

[clears throat]

Uh, uh, okay.

Uh, hi.

Uh, so, uh, what's the why?

Hey, uh,
sorry for the chase.

What year is this,
this car?

This is...
She's a beauty.

Oh, thanks.
Yeah, it's, uh...

This right here is a, uh,
1969 Plymouth Barracuda.

Limited edition,
original engine,

uh, windshield wipers
that just won't start,

but, hey, that's why
I got this rag.

I'm so sorry
if I spooked you.

Let me just get
to business here.

See, I rent these classics
for, like, movies.

They call them picture cars.

I see.
And you're sure

you're not affiliated
with the mob?

Nah. Union 385,
Florida Teamster Branch.

I have seen "Hoffa."

Yes. Very cool.

Okay. Got it, alright.

- We're making a new movie.
- Yes.

It's set in '73.

Does it pay cash?

[* light acoustic
music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

And I will pay you
the other half at wrap.

Wow, uh, which is,
uh, when-ish?

Uh, six-ish.

I'm gonna put this
CB radio in with Transpo

so they can communicate
with the driver on set, cool?

It's actually, uh...

- [Tommy Sullivan] Check it out.
- ...super cool.

Uh, I'm gonna be like
Linda Manz, right?

Uh, "Hey, this is gorgeous.

"Uh, kill all hippies.

Subvert normality.
Over."

Wow. Nothing? It's a,
it's a Dennis Hopper classic.

You really should check it out.

- Love that guy.
- You do?

Oh, it seems like
you're not that familiar

with his work actually.

Call sheets.
You need a call sheet?

Oh, sure.

Looks like a murder
happened around here.

Good.

[Rock]
Corpse has COVID? No, great.

Copy that,
corpse has COVID.

- Hey, do you have COVID?
- Uh, me?

Uh, no, uh.

Look, I'll be honest with you,
I haven't tested much recently.

Great. Wanna be a corpse?
Pays cash.

- Sure. Cash, I like. Thanks.
- Okay, let's go.

[undertaker's wife]
It's just business, I swear to you.

[undertaker]
You think I'm a fool!

The wrists.

We should have gotten
800 for those wrists!

You've been holding out on me.

[undertaker's wife]
Oh, to hell with it.

I am taking the money,
and I'm sleeping with him too.

You home-wrecking harpy!

No! If it weren't for me,

this place would've rotted
a long time ago,

you weak, bloodless,
shriveled little worm!

- [fireplace poker thuds]
- [blood splats]

[director] Cut, cut, cut.
Let's go again.

Wait. Again?

Quiet from the corpse, please.

[crew chattering]

Alright, everyone, sit tight
while sparks works this out.

- No business like
show business, huh? - Tell me about it.

Back from lunch in 30, people.
Back in 30.

There's so much food,
they're gonna throw it away.

- Really?
- Oh, hey, corpse,

- you should come sit with us.
- Come, mm.

This guy? Wow.

[all laughing]

I'm a corpse.
So, what'd I miss?

So, anyway, it's not just
eye makeup like we're used to.

You use actual paint,
not makeup.

I don't know these people,
these dead shells.

But when I start to work,

I imagine them alive
and happy with me.

Sometimes
I even talk to them.

This is sounding creepy?

[group laughing]

Yeah, um, man, I get it.
I get it.

Caring about someone,
even if they're gone

and, uh, wanna give them
a little bit of dignity,

even if they'll never know it.

I, uh, I get it.

[laughs]

Yeah, but then...

life among the dead,

what kind of life is that?

I-I get that too.

I actually went
to cosmetology school

thinking I'd move
to... Miami

and work for
a magazine or something,

like fashion shoots
or what you guys do.

But then my parents
got in a car accident,

and that's how I met Fred.

And then, switched focus
to mortuary stuff.

Wait, you mean
your parents are buried here?

No, they were cremated.

But, yeah, Fred
directed the funeral.

I was devastated.

25 going on 18.

I'd never been on my own.

Just completely lost,
and Fred was gentle.

He really cared.

He was just what I needed
in that moment.

I didn't think
I was picking a path.

But then you wake up...

and it's too late
for anything else.

Too late shit.
Too late?

Girl, I know plenty
of people in Miami

doing commercial stuff
if you ever need a hookup.

Really?

Okay, irregardless,

you two wanna get
blackout wasted tonight?

- [Charlie Cale] Uh...
- We do a hell of a banger.

- Yes!
- [group laughing, chattering]

Greta, can I speak
to you inside, please?

[* mysterious music playing]

So, a banger, huh?

[first AD]
Back in five, people!

Points, points, points.

Wait, I...

Ah.

Uh, bathroom?

Bathroom?

Thanks.

And what is all this,
by the way?

Well, thank you for asking.

This day has been hell on me.

Here at Finch's,
we are proud to offer

a guaranteed
unbeatable variety

of keepsakes
for your family's remains.

Ah.

Fred Finch.

Oh, uh, Charlie.

Charlie Corpse.

[both chuckling]

Pretty cool. Pretty cool.
Yeah, yeah.

So, wait,
what does that mean?

I, uh- Does that mean-
So, what?

You can put ashes
in any of this stuff?

Remains, not ashes.
Remains.

We can infuse remains
into practically anything.

Bookends, fountain pen ink,
stained glass,

Christmas ornaments,
shot glasses...

cuff links, even fireworks.

Crazy. [laughs]

There are constant
breakthroughs in crematory science.

So many ways to keep
your dearly departed

within arm's reach.

You like music?

Hm?

- Spice of life.
- Same.

- Be dead without it.
- Same. [chuckles]

I installed
a state-of-the-art

vinyl record press
from a supplier in Germany.

May I?

Learned rudimentary
German as well.

- Wow.
- The buttons are in German.

- I see.
- You pick the song,

and we can press
your loved ones

into vinyl records on site.

No other funeral home
in the Southeast can do that.

Huh, so these are...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Oh.
- Remains.

- Right, not ashes.
- No. No.

Crushed bone fragments
called "remains."

Greta, yeah.

She had mentioned
that you were

into all this kind of stuff,
and I can see why.

I think it's, uh,
it's cool.

I-I-It's cool, genuinely.

Very special place here.

Yes.

Well, a certain amount

of urgency
on the pee-pee front.

- Oh. [laughs]
- Yes.

- All yours.
- Ah, thanks.

[* bright music playing]

I don't wanna be pressed
into an ornament!

You don't wanna be
an ornament!

No!

I don't, I don't wanna
become a, a record.

Greta, it is,
it's, it's weird.

It's niche, but it's also
kind of cool.

Romantic.

He's already had
the molds made

for our special songs.

It's like I'm already dead.

Red flags.

[Greta Finch]
I didn't even get to pick mine.

You think I'd pick
Santo & Johnny's "Sleep Walk"?

And you can't dance
to that song.

"Ring My Bell,"
I told him.

Fifteen years of marriage,
he's never taken me dancing.

And never rung my bell.

- [group laughing]
- Shit.

- Harsh.
- [Greta] "Sleep Walk."

I hate
the slide guitar.

Wh-What am I,
Hawaiian?

- No, no, no.
- Uh, ixnay on this...

I mean, that,
that's appropriation.

[Charlie] You don't need
to go here. Trust me.

- I-
- Google it. Google it.

Greta, before we all Google,

maybe it's time for
a little, uh, hydration, huh?

Easy on the moonshine.

[* acoustic guitar
music playing]

- No.
- What, this?

Gimme, gimme, gimme.

Put your, um,
number into my phone.

Oh.

Oh, the password's,
um, it's 1212.

After my old
Chihuahua's birthday.

Pouring one out
for the dead Chihuahua.

Think I'm in here.

Call me anytime.

- She's good.
- Yeah, yes.

I'm learning.
I'm learning tricks.

[* "Ring My Bell"
by Anita Ward playing]

- ? Ring my bell ?
- [engine rumbling]

- ? You can ring my bell ?
- [Greta] Shh, turn it off, turn it off.

- Shh, shh.
- Oh.

[whispers]
He's inside. [laughs]

- [owl hooting]
- Uh.

You sure you don't want
to come in?

Me? No,
I live in this car.

Hey... Miami.

Miami, alright.

Miami my hammy!

Miami my hammy.

- We're gonna go, right?
- What?

[Greta]
Don't bullshit me

because I'm gonna go pack.

No, I don't bullshit.
Seriously.

- Okay, it's Greta and Charlie.
- It's a big rule. Yeah.

We'll go [stammers]
wherever anywhere.

- Yeah, any-
- But, but,

but here tomorrow, okay?

Listen, you still wanna go
tomorrow morning,

I'll be here,
I'll pick you up, kiddo. Okay?

- Yeah? [laughs]
- Alright, buddy.

Alright. Alright.

- Good night. Good night.
- Nighty-night.

Shh! Shh!

Okay.

[Greta]
Good night. [laughing]

[owl hoots]

Okay, Miami.

[walkie-talkie beeps]

[assistant] [on walkie]
Locations is ready

to lock up now.

Trucks are loaded.
See you at the stage.

Oh.

Hey, gorgeous. This is CB.

Are you copy?

Kill all hippies.
Subvert normality.

Over. Good morning.

[birds chirping]

[door creaks]

Greta?

Yo Greta! Oh, hi.

Uh, have you seen Greta?

- Who?
- Uh, yeah, the wife.

She lives here, um.
We had this plan.

We're gonna go
to Miami today, uh.

Uh, we were pretty wasted,
so...

- Busy, babe.
- Oh.

Greta, we ride at dawn!

Ooh.

Ah.

Where's, uh, Greta?

She's gone.

She told me
she was gonna leave me.

This is the last thing
she texted me last night.

I woke up this morning,

she was gone,
without a trace.

[Charlie] Ay.

Just like that,
after 20 years.

Oh.

She must have left
with the film crew.

Yeah.

I-I'm so sorry.

[Charlie sighs]

Hmm.

[door clicks shut]

[* "Sleep Walk"
by Santo & Johnny playing]

[sighs]
Okay. Guess that's it.

Hawaiian appropriation.
Google it.

?

[* song fades out]

[* electric guitar music
playing]

[biker] I remember
the night we met.

Randy Savage had just died,

and we were just
pounding shots

for the Macho Man.

Oh, gosh. Excuse me.
It's a beautiful story. I-

[Fred] Did she have, uh,
a pacemaker or an implant with a battery?

It's a fire safety issue.

A-Anything with
a battery will explode

in the crematorium furnace.

- Babe?
- No.

Not that we know of.

[Fred] Can you sign here
to attest to that?

My wife, Greta,
was supposed to go over all this with you.

Hi, uh, Mrs. H,
uh, and Mr. H.

Hi, I-I-I, I did wanna say

that your mother-in-law seemed
like an incredible woman

and my condolences.

Uh, and Fred, hi.

Uh, I just wanted to,
uh, double-check on Greta.

I'm kind of in the middle
of shepherding a grieving family

through their final moments
with a loved one right now.

Uh, your sweet wife Greta.
Is she okay?

It's a crazy thing.
She's,

she's disappeared,
and, uh, so I just wanted

- to double-check-
- No, no, no.

She didn't disappear.

Well, I, I-

She's gone
and you don't know where she is

and, well, I don't know
where she is.

The poor girl.
Fred, can we help?

I can hog up a posse.

[crowd chattering]

[Fred] Oh, no, no, no,
no, no, no, no.

No need to hog up.

Excuse me,
Mrs. Hoppenstammer.

This is Banshee's moment.

I'm so very, very,
very sorry for the intrusion.

Yes, it is.
And thanks for the hog up.

I'm, uh, sorry.
She was incredible.

Hi, Fred. I, I did.
I just was wondering

is there anything
that may have indicated

that Greta was, uh,
gonna take off like this?

No, no. Greta decided
to leave with the film crew.

Alright?

She said she wanted
to leave with the film crew

and she did.

True. Huh.

Oh.

Oh, also, and, um,
I- this is incidental.

I'm just curious,
you had mentioned

that you press
your own vinyl in-house, uh.

About how long
does that take?

Come back
when you have a body,

and I'd be happy to discuss
all of our services.

Now, kindly leave.

Hm.

[* mysterious music playing]

A call sheet.

A-ha.

[crew chattering]

She texted me late last night,
like, 50 times.

"Hey." "Hay," well,
spelled with an A.

"Hey, wassup?"

Uh, "Haaaaaaaay,"
with, like, a ton of As.

You get the picture.
But, yeah,

this morning I didn't get
any texts back.

Huh, weird.

Hey, uh...

[indistinct chatter]

...do you know what
this movie is about?

No idea.

Right.

Thought you said
it was in- set in 1973.

[Tommy] I think it's
a multiverse thing.

- Oh.
- Anyway, I'll ask around

and see if anyone's
seen Greta, you know?

Set deck was here
at 7:00 a.m.

It's worth asking them
if they saw her leave.

Oh, okay.
Um, set deck. Paige.

- Wild night.
- [Paige whistles]

Hey, um, so you, uh,

were you at the funeral home
this morning?

Yeah, uh, 7:00 a.m. call.

Set deck had to go
clean up the murder scene.

Right, right.
And did you see Greta?

No, but that
creepy funeral guy

was kind of hovering
the whole time,

making sure
we got everything.

To be fair, we did leave it
kind of grisly

after last night's shoot.

You know, fake blood
splattered everywhere, the usu'.

How do you know that
that blood was fake?

Babygirl, it's a movie.

Oh, right, right.

Yeah, makes sense.
Oh, uh, pardon. Uh, hi.

Uh, do you happen to know
what this movie is about?

Uh, it's not my department,

but I think I heard someone
say it's about vanity.

Oh, cool.
Uh, now I get it.

Yes, yes, of course. Hi.

No one's seen Greta all day.

I tried calling her, but all
I got was a voice message.

You know,
her husband told me

that she left
with the film crew,

and I could tell
he was telling the truth.

- How?
- Well, 'cause things...

You know,
it's a long story, anyway.

You seem worried.
You think something might have happened to Greta?

The record thing,
well, it's tenuous.

Maybe I should go back
to that death house

and do a little snooping.

Our lunch break
is in 20 minutes.

I'm gonna come with you.

Wow.
You're a good egg, Tommy.

[motorcycles rumbling]

What are we
snooping for, though?

It's a good question.

I guess anything amiss,
out of place.

Strange, weird.
I-I don't know.

I-I think- I'm hoping
I'll know it when I see it.

Hoppenstammers ho!

The highway screams
with high-octane dreams!

Mama Banshee's
gonna ride with us.

Come on, Mama.

Let's ride!

[motorcycle engines roaring]

Let's snoop.

[whispers] Shh, okay.
Come on, come on.

We need a plan.

Shh, you go in there.
I'll go down the stairs.

?

[whispering]
Tommy? Tommy?

[floorboard creaking]

[floorboard creaking]

Hello?

[* suspenseful music playing]

[sighs]

Hot.

[zaps]

- Ah!
- [body thuds]

What are you doing in here?

Uh, hi.

I, uh,

I'm just here looking
for my, my friend, Greta.

[Fred]
Are you kidding me?

I told you she left
with the film crew.

I don't know
where they took her.

Yeah, you did tell me that.

And, uh, it's true,

but it's also true
that, uh, Mama Banshee,

well, she rides with
the, uh, Hoppenstammers.

- What?
- I'm just thinking.

Well, if it's true that Greta
left with the film crew,

uh, the question
remains, Fred,

what condition did she
leave with them in?

Remains, see?
The question remains.

Added to which, uh,

she hasn't been picking up
her phone for some reason.

And well, gosh, I mean,
more things just keep adding up.

You know, the, um,
the death song thing.

The, uh- I saw you listening
to that record this morning.

The one with the song
that you picked out for her

even though
she hated it, uh...

[snaps fingers]
"Sleep Walk."

Yeah. And now,

well, the craziest thing.

Now there's this,
uh, speck of...

- What's that look like to you?
- [Fred] You're insane.

What do you think happened
in here yesterday?

That's movie blood.
They missed a spot.

They missed a spot. Yeah.

Yesterday.

You see, yesterday,

well, I was lying
in this casket all day,

uh, pretending to be dead.

As far as vocations go, intolerable.

I had nothing to do

but, uh, stare up at
that ceiling all day

watching over
and over that cheesy,

and, frankly, misogynistic
murder scene.

And each time, well, you see,
a bunch of that movie blood,

it would splatter
on that wall over there.

And every time, a few specks
would land on that

white silk cloth situation
covering the whole ceiling.

But the people that do the,
uh, the lights and so forth,

well, they told me that they,

they said that they
ramped out after the filming.

So, that means that I guess

they would've taken
the white silk with them.

Hmm, I guess
that means that, uh,

whatever this
little spot is here,

i-it must have gotten here
after the shoot, you see?

Uh, overnight?

I think that, uh, Greta

finally decided
she'd, uh, had enough

of being trapped inside
of this embalmed death house,

and you didn't
like that, Fred.

And she, well...
[chuckles]

Hey, this movie shoot gave you
the perfect cover to stop her.

To keep her here

forever, uh, trapped
inside of a song

that you got to choose.

Am I getting warmer?

But what you didn't
count on, I guess,

is, uh, somebody giving
a damn about her.

Now look me in the eye,
you manipulative creep,

and, uh, tell me that
you didn't kill her.

[Tommy]
Greta just texted me.

She's fine.

Huh?

Wait, wait, wait. What?

Yeah, I guess she must have
fallen asleep on the,

on the Greyhound
to Miami, but she made it.

It's all good. See?

Oh, geez.

Uh, oh, man. I...

Oh, oh, oh, Fred.

Ah, shit, I'm sorry.

Well, my lunch break's up.

Catch you later.

Alright, Tommy.
Thanks, man.

Huh, geez.

Aw.

[Fred sobbing]

Fred, Fred,
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

No, really please, man.
I'm sorry.

She's gone and it's,

it's all my fault.

I am a creep.

You're not a creep.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Look, people grow apart.

They want different things.

Greta, she wanted
to move to Miami. Okay?

And you?
You, you love it here.

This embalmed death house?

Alright, I'm sorry
I said that.

Really. I-

Believe me,
if you knew the wreck

that was my life, I...

My whole family,

everyone I ever cared about
has passed on.

They're all right here with me.

Yeah. And it's,
uh, it's beautiful.

Like, you can feel
their presence.

My Uncle Jeffrey,
he's right there in that lamp.

Huh.

What do you mean,
uh, "in" the lamp?

His remains,

they're, they're in the lamp.

- Yeah.
- Isn't that beautiful?

A-And my cousin Shirley's
over there in the music box.

Hey, Shirley.

[Fred]
Great Uncle Rick is in the stained glass

and Grandma Bee, well,

she's actually in
the grandfather clock.

And... that's my dad...

right there in,
in the mug.

[snorts]

I s-

The rest of his remains
we mixed with oil paints.

That's him.

I like to sit here
and have coffee with him in the morning.

Greta never really understood.

How could she?

I, uh,

should probably, uh,

hit the head
and then the road,

belly full of tea.

Thanks, Dad.

- [Fred grunts]
- Fred.

[toilet flushes]

Sorry, Aunt Edna.

[* "Ring My Bell" playing]

Holy shit.

Ah.

Dog birthday. Dog birthday.

Huh.

[* mysterious music playing]

2022?

Oh!

[muffled scream]

[* dramatic music playing]

[hands thumping]

Fred?

Hey! Hello?

What the fuck is happening?

[hands thumping]

Please let me out of here!

Please, please!

No, no, no, no, no!

Fred, Fred, Fred, Fred!

- [muffled shouting]
- [* "Sleep Walk" playing]

Listen, if you
let me out of here,

I swear to God I won't
say anything. Okay?

I swear. I swear.
I'm really sorry.

Okay? I promise.

Just please, please,
let me out of here!

Please! Please!

Fred!

[breathing heavily]

[Fred]
With your clever guessing,

you're getting warmer.

Much, much warmer.

Fred, Fred,
please listen to me. Okay? Listen to me.

- Listen.
- You were the one

who talked her into leaving
in the first place.

So, in a way,
it's perfect justice.

- [wood thuds]
- [Charlie] No, no, no, no!

- [hands thumping]
- [muffled shouting]

- Fred! Fred!
- [machine whirring]

Fred!

Fred, let me out!

Fred! Fred! Fred! Fred!

[coffin clatters]

[* tense music playing]

[gasping]

[* dramatic music playing]

[clanging]

- No!
- [explosion booms]

[body thuds]

- [glass shattering]
- Ah, shit! Ah!

Come on, come on.
Come on!

Let's go! Come on!

- [Fred gasping]
- Come on.

Oh, look, look.

[Charlie]
Fred, we gotta go.

Come on, come on!

- [clattering]
- [Charlie shouting]

[* dramatic, haunting
music playing]

[Fred gasping]

Fred! Fred!

Ah, fuck!

Ah!

[Charlie gasping]

Shit!

[flames roaring]

[* "Sleep Walk" playing]

[flames roaring]

[rumbling]

- [sighs]
- [* song ends]

Fuck me!

Fuck.

[panting]

Ah, fuck.

If I've ever deserved one.

You know better
than that, Charlie Cale.

Those things'll kill ya.

Beatrix Hasp, huh?

We got some
unfinished business, pal.

Drive!

[engine rumbling]

[fireworks whistling, bursting]

[* "Night Life"
by Ray Price playing]

? When the evening ?

? Sun goes down ?

? You will find me
hanging 'round ?

? Oh, the night life
ain't no good life ?

? But it's my life ?

? Many people just like me ?

? Dreaming of old used-to-be ?

? Oh, the night life
ain't no good life ?

? But it's my life ?

? Well, listen to the blues
they're playin'... ?

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