All language subtitles for Poker.Face.2023.S02E08.1080p.WEB.H264-ETHEL

♪ Dogwood blossoms
float against ♪

♪ The ice-encrusted creek bank ♪

♪ A tender blade of
new green grass ♪

♪ Is bravely pushing upward
through the melting snow ♪

♪ The spring breathes
ruffles through my hair ♪

♪ And whispers
softly everywhere ♪

♪ Telling secrets in my eyes ♪

♪ Search the countryside
for your "Hello" ♪

♪ The seasons come ♪

♪ The seasons go ♪

♪ Lightning darts
among the pines ♪

♪ Caught in a summer rainstorm ♪

♪ Soaking wet, I look upon
the new plowed earth ♪

♪ With rivulets
between each row ♪

♪ I almost feel you next to me ♪

♪ And it stirs a memory ♪

♪ That hangs suspended
with a sigh ♪

♪ And gently weaves its way
through my bedroom window ♪

-What can I get you?
-Just a coffee, please.

Thank you.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

How are the eggs?

How are the eggs?

The eggs are good.

'Kay.

'Scuse me, um, can I
get some sugar, please?

This is just, um,
Sweet'N Low and Stevia

and all that kind of thing.

Do you have any real sugar?

I don't think so, but
I'll check in the back.

Okay. Thank you.

Oh, my goodness.

You carry your own sugar?

Demerara sugar.

Gives an almost umami-type
thing to the coffee.

Ooh, mommy. Umami.

I'm Alec.

Oh, hi. I'm, I'm Regina.

Hi.

Sorry. I-If I'm interrupting
you, just tell me.

I-I'm a bit of a Chatty Cathy.

You're good. I'm
barely awake yet.

Well, here's to waking up on
the right side of the bar.

Oh, wow. Whiskey?

-Yep. Yeah.
-Good morning.

Helps take the edge off
my job as a bus driver.

This is not my thing. Okay.

But, uh, I'm being
a little crazy.

There are no rules
in hotel bars. Right?

They're like
international waters.

Um, ex-excuse me.

Can I get, like, a
mimosa or a Bloody Mary?

Bloody Mary. That
makes sense, right?

Yeah.

-Yeah.
-Yeah.

I mean, you may never do this,

but I, I really never do this.

Well, look at us.

Sorry. I have to ask,

just because that's the
second time that's happened

and, uh, it just feels like
something out of a spy movie.

Spy movie?

No, they're just delivering
work papers. That's all.

Oh. Thank you.

Can I...

-Please. Please.
-Okay.

Get over here.

So, um, what do you do?

I used to make, uh,
travel arrangements

for very wealthy people,

but times are hard

so I've had to pivot,

uh, and I've gotten
back on my feet

using some of the
connections that I made

in the luxury travel market.

Doing what for them?

Bespoke services.

Yeah, but, like, what do you do?

I'm being vague because it's...

Illegal?

Is it, is it, though? Is it...

Being a luxury travel agent
meant proximity to a lifestyle

that I was never, ever
going to have for myself.

So, I made a choice...

to do something a little stupid,

a little crazy,
and scary as hell

to get a little piece
of that life for myself.

While I could still
enjoy it, you know?

Yeah.

I know exactly what you mean.

Never gone skiing.

I've never had a
one-night stand.

Me either.

Okay, wild woman.

Your turn.

What are you doing
in a hotel bar

at 8:30 in the morning?

-Wow.
-Oh.

Well, I'm here for work too.

-I work for a nonprofit organization for children.
-Hm.

We actually provide free
medical care to orphans.

It's the National Orphan Fund.

Seriously? Mother
Teresa over here.

No. I'm one of the heads of
the fundraising department,

and we just had our big

all-night bingo
tournament last night.

And I have not
slept in 24 hours,

but we did raise $20,000.

So, I was going to
deposit the winnings

in this bank down the street.

But, you know, the after
hours chute was jammed shut.

So, just killing time
until the bank opens.

I mean, I love my
job. Really, I do.

The kids are amazing.

But I don't have any
excitement in my life either.

It's so easy to fall into a rut.

-It is.
-I know.

And then, next thing
you know, you're 43,

living alone with your pet fish.

I don't travel.

I don't do anything
impulsive or,

you know, like what you said,

something crazy
and stupid and fun.

I'm...

Well, I hate to break
this to you, Regina.

Call me Reggie.

Okay, Reggie.

You're drinking with a stranger

in a hotel bar at
8:30 in the morning.

This is crazy and stupid.

And a little fun, I think.

This is going to sound, um...

I don't know, too intense maybe.

-I'm sorry.
-No.

But I feel like you
came into my life

at, uh, exactly
the right moment.

Right when I'm about to make
the biggest, craziest leap.

I don't even know
what a leap like that

would look like in my life.

Now I got to go to my room.

Your room here?

What's so funny?

I just, um...

I just look like someone else.

Like someone who would go
to a stranger's hotel room.

Oh, is that, um...

-What?
-Just...

-Nothing to worry about, just...
-Oh.

...my little buddy.

Okay, let's, uh,
let's try this again.

Okay.

Okay.

What's up?

What do you really do?

Please don't tell me there's
paperwork in that bag.

You have a gun.

People with guns
don't do paperwork.

What is really going on?

Do you think I'm, like,
a cop or something?

I don't know what you are.

I think you want to tell
me what you're doing here.

I think you want to
share this with someone.

You can trust me.

Okay.

Okay.

But it's going to sound crazy.

So, one of my
ex-clients, he, um...

he had a kingdom

that was technically
a part of Georgia,

the country, not the state.

He... had a kingdom?

He was deposed, and, um...

now he's in exile here
in the United States.

He has... billions of dollars

in Georgian lari...

in cash.

He just packed it out
of the country with him.

So, he can't use
his lari, obviously.

He's living in a
studio apartment

using a billion dollars
of useless money

as a coffee table.

So, I started helping him out.

I get, like, little
amounts of cash together.

I'd meet his bodyguard,

and I'd trade my US dollars

for twice its value.

Then I walk down the
street to the bank,

exchange my lari for US dollars.

Very simple. It works.

And I built trust.
He trusts me.

Okay.

I've been doing small amounts,

five grand, ten grand.

But today...

today I'm taking the leap.

Today in that, in that satchel,

I have $400,000 in cash.

All my assets

and as many colleagues as
I could trust to kick in.

In, uh, yep, one hour,

a Georgian despot's bodyguard

is going to knock
on that door...

and he is going to make
me a very rich man.

This is the most exciting thing

that's ever happened to me.

I want to see the money.

You want to see the money?

-Yes.
-Alright.

Oh, my God, it's real.

Oh, I have never seen this
much money in my life.

Oh.

Reggie, I want to trust you...

but what if I'm being stupid?

What if I'm being stupid
on the one day of my life

I can't afford to be stupid.

Let's have sex on the money.

What?

Like, spread it out
on the bed and just...

I-I don't actually think that
would be as fun as it sounds.

Well...

I want to be here
for the exchange.

-No.
-I, I want to be part of this.

In fact, you should leave now.

If he comes early, he's...

Nope, I'm not going anywhere.

Oh, Reggie.

Listen, we're both
a little tipsy

and this whole situation,
it's crazy, it's dangerous.

It's not the real you.

You should go back
to your real life.

What if this is who I am?

What if I've just been
wrong for my entire life?

Maybe I should do
what you're doing

and just... take a leap.

No.

No, no fucking way.

If I put this in that bag,

in an hour, I'll
have $40,000, right?

That's twice as much help
for twice as many orphans.

No.

I mean, yes...

yes, theoretically, you
could double your money,

but there's always the potential
for something bad to go down.

Shit.

He's early.

Shit.

Okay, um, I'm going
to go answer the door.

You go in the
bathroom and you wait.

I don't want you in
here when he comes in.

You just go in
there and you wait,

and y... and you... and
you lock that bag up.

Reggie, you are a safe,
normal, boring person

with a pet fish.

Don't do anything stupid.

Something stupid.

Okay. Okay.

Okay.

Hey.

What can I get you?

Uh, I guess a beer, por favor.

I'm drinking for two.

No, not like I'm, uh, pregnant.

No, just, uh, me and the Lord.

Oh, and I got this,
uh, these, uh...

little breakfast coupon
for some eggs, please.

Okay.

Morning beer.

Morning beer makes a
day a little less clear.

Uh, morning.

How you doing? Morning.

Love another
breakfast connoisseur.

Yeah.

Yeah. You know what it is?

I think I just like
eating anything

that I know could be fertilized.

Pretty good deal too.

Oh, yes. And, uh, well,
I got mine for free.

See, I do this thing
where I collect coupons

from, uh, various hotels
for free breakfast

and, uh, well, you can
get 'em everywhere.

Yeah. You know.

Different cities,
different hotels,

uh, and you can use 'em anywhere

'cause people, well,
they hardly check 'em.

So, I got these
eggs from a hotel

-in Beaverton, Oregon.
-Mm.

Hey, uh, well...

I know what I'm doing at a
bar at 8:30 in the morning.

I'm bored, and I got this, uh,
sleeping albatross to offload, uh.

You don't need to
know about my life.

What about you? What
are you doing here?

I'm Charlie, by the way.

-Alec.
-Bullshit.

Sorry to say nom de
plume, nom de guerre,

nom de none of my
business, so go ahead.

Weirdly, it's kind of a hybrid

business-pleasure-type thing.

Staying at the hotel
from outta town

for a work engagement.

Bullshit.

What? No, it's, it's
not bullshit. I...

I work with very
private luxury clients

who need, uh, privacy.

Bullshit. Man, I
really just don't know

that I've heard this much bullshit
this early in the morning.

-Now, ma'am...
-Ma'am?

-Okay. Miss...
-"Miss" may be worse.

-Look, lady.
-Eh.

I'm sorry, but you
start talking to me

and suddenly you're yelling
"bullshit" in my face.

I-I-I... Look, I
don't need this.

I'm stressed enough today, 'kay?

Oh, I'm sorry about that.

Biggest deal of my life
is about to go down.

Bullshit.

Hey, man, what's going on?

I mean, it's just the two
of us at this bar, you know?

I mean, the stakes
couldn't be lower.

You don't need to lie to me.

Anyway, uh...

I'll... I'll just
leave it alone.

I'm going to go back
to my eggs. Okay?

What... the fuck is going on?

Is this... Is this, like, the
weirdest bust of all time?

Eh? Oh, no, no.

It's just that I, uh... Well,
you see, I have this gift.

I can tell when
people are lying, uh,

sort of like a, a
human lie detector.

Eh, nice to meet ya.

Let's try this again.

Nice to meet you. I'm
Guy, and I'm a conman.

Ah, I'm Charlie Cale,
and I believe you.

Guys, you got to
meet Charlie Cale.

You're not going
to believe this.

Hey.

I'm from Abington,
Massachusetts.

True.

-My blood type is AB negative.
-Bullshit.

I have a brother named Carl.

Bullshit.

What did I tell you?

Guys! She's amazing.
She's amazing.

Ah, true. Thanks.

No, I'm a professional.

I lie for a living, and
your gift is uncanny.

I've never seen
anything like it.

Yes. Yeah. Well,
thanks, man, uh.

No one's fooled me yet.

-I'm going to be the first.
-Sorry.

But I, uh, I think I
might be foolproof.

Nobody is foolproof.

You're just really good at
recognizing people's tells.

Ah, yes.

That's, um, blushing,

turning your head a certain way,

whatever people do
when they're lying.

Yes, I do know what a tell is.

And, uh, well, I happen
to think that people

who talk about tells like
they're science are full of shit.

It is a science and an art.

-A performance.
-Right.

A lie is the contrast between
what you present to the world

and the truth that
you're hiding.

And the tell is
the friction point

between those two things.

And like any physical
reaction, it can be repressed.

Impressive. A, a guy who
can repress his tells.

You must be amazing in bed.

I, uh...

Yes, I guess theoretically
the world's greatest sociopath

could trick me, but,
uh, certainly not you.

You're just a big old softie.

Game on, Charlie Cale.

Okay, uh, so, you
going to introduce me

to your foreboding pals here?

I take it you're the ringleader.

That's a good guess.

I write the cons. I
mastermind the whole game.

Guy's a genius.

-I'm Manny.
-Hey.

I'm his consigliere
and a stage manager,

and I play the heavy, I
take care of the snacks.

Can I get you anything?

Manny, you can call
yourself my consigliere

when you can fucking spell it.

Yeah, I just, um,
I was trying to...

He's the muscle.

This is Gene.

Hi, I'm Gene. I'm
the accountant.

Kind of like a numbers wiz,
like in the Ben Affleck movie.

Ah, "Good Will Hunting."

No, "The Accountant."

There's a surprising amount of
math involved in the big con.

David is a brilliant actor.

I'm going to mention that he went
to Juilliard before he does, though.

I'm in charge of character work.

It might seem like overkill,

but our criminal venture
is all about performance.

And my Juilliard training gives
us the edge of verisimilitude.

Wow. Uh, your parents
must be very proud, uh.

That's, uh, Derek,
that's Brian, that's Joe,

and Cliff over
there is our intern.

She takes the minutes.

-How you doing?
-Hi.

-Cool vest.
-Thank you.

Okay, uh, so...

uh, sorry if I seem skeptical.

Ah, what even is
a con these days?

I mean, uh, uh, uh, crypto
fraud, identity theft?

None of that
tawdry, modern shit.

You're looking at maybe
the last crew in America

that runs an old-school big con.

Old-school shit.
Old-school shit.

Please shut up.

Our bread and butter's
"The Sleazy Georgian."

That's what I was going
to run on you in the bar.

It's kinda like
The Pigeon Drop,

but with a little
international flair.

Okay, so how does it work?

Like, let's say I wasn't
a human lie detector.

Well, what would've
gone down this morning?

Okay.

First contact is very important.

You want the mark to think
that they engaged you.

It's like forcing a card.

Then, you set the hook.

In this con, the story's
about a despot from Georgia,

the country, not the state,

who uses me as a money exchange.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. I mean, that
is, like, a bad email scam, uh.

Who even buys this shit?

They don't buy it if
you're selling it.

But if you're hiding it, if
you make them earn your trust,

earn your confidence
to get to it.

Curiosity and cats.

Yes.

You give them a deadline.

The Georgian is
coming in an hour.

This is the last exchange
I'm ever going to do.

Are you in, are you out?

So, the mark has an
hour to get to an ATM

and come back with as
much cash as they can get.

It's called "Putting
Them on the Send."

Right, but, uh, you can't keep them
hooked once they leave, though.

I mean, surely they
come to their senses

and then they're
not coming back.

They always come back.

These are not good
people, Charlie.

Their greed always trumps their
caution or their morality.

That's where I come in.

I show up as the Georgian
despot's muscle, right?

-Now, I have a gun.
-Shut the fuck up, Manny.

Yeah, so Manny shows up as
the Georgian despot's muscle.

I'm squibbed up, he shoots
me, they get the fuck out.

They feel lucky to have
escaped with their lives.

That's the big blow up.

And that's it, The
Sleazy Georgian.

Okay. Plot hole.

So, what happens if the mark
wants to inspect that cash,

you know, before they
put it in the satchel?

You're really smart.

We put the real cash on top.

I use the take
from the last con.

It's a little bit
like a conman escrow.

Yeah. You see,
we only get paid

after the next successful grift.

It's kind of fucked up actually
and we should change...

It's amazing. It's job security,
and nobody can quit Guy's gang.

Um, I actually won't be
returning after March.

What?

I got a job as a NBC page, so...

My dream job.

Wow. Here's to you, Cliff, huh?

Thank you.

Does it ever get dangerous?

No. I always protect my crew.

-Whoa.
-It's just blanks.

It's just blanks.

But the threat of
it is all you need.

And there are three
rules we never break.

You never overreach.

You always let the mark lead,

and you bail if the mark
shows you even one red flag.

So, there I am, my
pants around my ankles

and I'm running
away from the nuns

and I'm screaming,
"Perestroika!"

No, it was the only word I
could remember in Russian.

What a life you guys lead.

Check this out.

-It's a face swap.
-Hey! Ooh.

Ah, Manny, Manny, you
got to send me that

'cause it's a, well,
it's been a second

since, you know, I had
one of these, uh, phones.

I'm going to make
that my wallpaper.

Oh, man. I did one the other
day with my dog's butt.

Robin was like, "Six
years we've been married.

I don't know if I can
ever kiss you again."

What?

The fuck are you doing?

Brainless fucking meathead.

It's a face swap.

This is a cloud-based
third party app

and you just uploaded a picture
of your fucking fat face

and our prop table

with identifiable
items from past jobs.

I'm sorry, it was stupid.
It won't happen again.

We're just trying to have
a little fun around here.

We're not here to have fun.

Well, that killed the vibe.

Cliff, don't put that
all in the minutes.

Hey, Manny.

Why do you let him
treat you like that?

Oh, he just acts that way
when I do something stupid.

You don't deserve that.

And, uh, just to say, I mean,

this isn't really, like,
genius-level stuff.

You know the game just
as well as Guy does.

You could do it without him.

No, no, no, no. I
couldn't. I... Never mind.

I... It's not like...

it's not like we're
personally close.

He's never met Robin. We've
been married six years.

Guy is my mentor. Right?

I know he would never cross
me, and I-I'd never cross him.

Hmm.

Hey, six years, oh, that's sick.

Uh, that's great.
Congrats on that.

Thank you very much.

I didn't know it'd
happen for me.

Eh, eh, I, I had someone. I...

♪ Dogwood blossoms
float against ♪

♪ The ice-encrusted creek bank ♪

Ah, shit.

Hey, uh, can I just take this,
uh, umbrella from the prop pile?

Charlie, that's the
"keep" pile. No.

You know what? Just grab anything
from the pile over there.

There's nothing important.

Oh, 'kay.

That alright with you, Cliff?

Yes.

Ah. Adios, amigos.

I'm going to need 45 to a
hundred headshots printed.

Is that something
you can do, Cliff?

Hey. Hey.

Hi.

I saw the look in your eyes
when I was describing that con.

Ah, what look?

I think there's a part of you
that's, uh, drawn to all this.

And with your gift...

Ah.

Well, I can't say
I'm not intrigued.

It's fun, it's romantic.

It's like a big game. But...

But? What's holding you back?

Well, you're dressing it up

with all kinds of
old-timey terminology

and theatrics and whatnot,

like it's something
out of a movie,

but, end of the day, I...

you're still just stealing
from honest people

and I can't get with that.

You can't con an honest man.

Believe me, every single
person we con is a criminal

who would kill and steal for
the money in that satchel.

We're just letting them
do it in a safe sandbox.

I see. So, you only
rob from criminals.

-That's right.
-You're like the Dexter of conmen.

Exactly. It's all theater.

No one ever gets hurt for real.

I got to say, I mean,
I'm usually a lone wolf.

But the idea of having a pack,
it does have some appeal.

See you tomorrow, Charlie Cale.

Probably. Yeah.

♪ I almost feel you next to me ♪

♪ And it stirs a memory ♪

♪ That hangs suspended
with a sigh ♪

♪ And gently weaves its way
through my bedroom window ♪

"$20,000 National Orphan Fund"?

♪ The seasons go ♪

Huh.

Hey, Guy!

There you fucking are.
A goddamn word, please.

What's the matter, Charlie?

Woke up on the wrong
side of your car?

Oh. Oh, I, uh, found
this last night

in your dead prop pile.

It's a... Well, it struck me
as odd that you had a bank slip

for $20,000 deposit to
the National Orphan Fund.

You didn't really seem
like a charitable guy,

so, uh, I looked it up...

found an article
in the local paper.

A guy stole this
20K from a woman

who was holding it for
a charity bingo night,

a charity for orphans, uh.

Eh, who the fuck steals
from orphans, huh?

I mean, that's,
uh, it's terrible.

But it is, uh,
sort of what we do.

Man, I thought...
I-I-I-I thought you said

that you, you only con
people who deserved it.

Yes, that's right.

Well, this woman, she
worked for the charity.

Her name was Regina Gilvary.

Okay.

Okay.

So, she threw herself off
a bridge three days ago.

Tough shit.

A saintly woman who
helps orphans...

who... seduces a stranger

in a hotel bar at
8:30 in the morning

and is willing to gamble
$20,000 of her charity's money

because the danger
of it gets her off.

Reggie was the perfect mark.

Any sane person would've
gotten out of there.

But she marched
through every red flag.

Dude with a gun,
satchel full of cash,

a money-laundering
Georgian despot.

She was blinded by greed,

by the larceny in her heart.

She was so ready for it

that we didn't even have
time to put her on the send.

We ended up just playing
her against the wall.

She took me to that room,

she put her money
in the satchel,

and thank God I made a switch

because when two men
lay dead at her feet,

she stole what she
thought was $400,000.

Do you think any of
that money would've gone

to the fucking orphans?

So...

no.

I don't feel bad about
taking that person's money.

And if she couldn't
handle the consequences

of her own actions...

that's on her.

Eh, eh, nah.

I'm sorry. She was not
the perfect mark, okay?

She was a, just a person.

A-And I'm sorry, but I-I
think that taking advantage

of a person at their
most vulnerable is,

you know, they got this, uh,
old-timey con terminology for it.

It's, uh, shitty.

You'll need to,
at the very least,

get this money back
to the charity.

Uh, no.

Yes.

Or I go to the cops.

Hey, boss, uh,
sorry to interrupt,

but th-there's a juicy
mark over at the hotel.

If you call the cops on us,

maybe we'll get caught
and maybe we won't.

But you're not going to see a
dime of that charity's money.

But if you come with us
and help us play this mark,

I will cut you in for 20K

and you can do whatever
you want with it.

Uh, what are we going to do?

So, we're going to
rob a first responder

so I can give, uh, 20K
back to an orphan charity?

No, no, no, no.

This mark, sketchy as fuck.

You in or out?

What'd you say you did
for a living again?

Oh, uh, little of this,
little of that, uh.

I'm currently in the
miscellaneous errantry business.

I used to be a runner, you know,
drugs, Postmates, whatever.

But then I fell in with
this really cool fucker.

He runs a super
high-stakes poker game.

Eh, a guy used his gold
tooth as ante last month.

Oh, my God, that's fascinating.

Alright, dude, I, I got to ask.

Yeah.

What's up with the satchel?

You go to the bank,
exchange it for US dollars.

Clean and easy.

Hey, this is... I'm
sorry, this is probably

freaking you out
a little bit, huh?

Nah. No, no, no, no, that's...

This is some real straight
real-deal shit right here.

-Hey, do you, uh...
-May I?

Oh, yeah. Sorry.

Do you think your
Georgian friend

would be cool with me
throwing into the pot?

Ah.

Don't take this the wrong way.

I, I don't know if...

I-I don't know if it would work.

You'd have to get the
money in the next hour.

He's coming really soon.

He's very punctual.
You know, Georgians.

Oh, yes. Well, that is a known
stereotype about Georgians.

I could get the
money no problem.

Y-Yeah, I have access to a ton
of cash from the poker game,

and no one will notice
it's missing for hours.

And, by then, I just
replace what I took.

I can probably give
you, mm, 400 large.

I mean, I have a
gambling problem,

so no one suspects me when
I act weird, you know?

You can get, um,
$400,000? Seriously?

I don't know, sweetheart.

What do you think?
Should we cut him in?

Oh, are you out of your
fucking mind, sweetie?

She's got good
sense. I like her.

She does. Luckily for you,
Sketch, I still wear the pants.

So, meet us in Room 703

before the next
exchange in one hour.

You got it, Jefe.

Ah. Yo, so, hey,
Sketch, Sketch.

Hi. Yeah, I don't know,
it's, uh, nice to meet you.

Alright. Yeah. See ya.

Sketch, Sketch.

The exchange happens in an hour
whether you're back or not.

-Yeah. Yeah, no problem.
-Okay. Alright.

-See you in an hour.
-Yes. Yes.

Manny, you were right.
This mark is juicy.

What?

What are you talking about?

We, obviously, need to
pull the plug on this scam.

No way are we bailing on this.

It's $400,000.

He, obviously, works
for a local mob.

He's twitchy as fuck.

He's a, a, a gambling addict.

Oh, oh! And his
name is Sketch.

It's $400,000.

Look, you told me the rules.
You see a red flag, you bail.

I forgot to tell
you the uber rule:

If a mark has
$400,000, you steal it.

-Oh, boy.
-I'm sorry, Charlie.

You make some good points.

But I trust Guy.

If he says it's
good to go, I'm in.

I wish you weren't
telling me the truth.

I really do, Manny.

It's just, uh, I got
a little news for you.

You see this con, well,
it's not going down

whether you like it or not.

Sketch here, oh, he's never
coming back from that ATM.

Well, I tipped him off.

Sorry, Charlie. They
always come back.

You're not the only one who
knows when somebody's lying.

Okay. So, what now?

-You sit there.
-Mm-hm.

You don't say a word.

When Manny comes
in waving his gun

to blow off the mark,
you run into the bathroom

and you stay there.

Okay? This will
all be over quick.

Is this some, uh...

you know, switcheroo bullshit?

Like, uh, I don't know.

Is this, like, a, a setup
and you're trying to con me?

Out of what?

Mm.

Yeah, I don't know. I-I
guess maybe, uh, my pride.

That doesn't make sense.

Well, why don't you
just let me leave then.

I mean, this is almost over.

Uh, no can do.

Sketch has taken
a shine to Ashley.

If you leave, it
might spook him.

He should be here any minute.

Hey, despite everything,
I do trust you.

Bullshit.

He's back. Man of the hour.

Huh, yeah.

It was a little
harder than I thought,

but I managed to get it all.

Just give me a second.

Ow. Ow!

Fuck!

Why do girls do this on purpose?

He has a gun.

Of course, I have a piece.

What kind of gambling
addict do you think I am?

Guy? Goddamnit, you got to,
you got to tell him the truth.

Tell him the truth.

What are you
talking about, dear?

Okay, look, this
is a game, okay?

It's a con. It's all bullshit.

Settle down, sweetheart.
Okay? I'm sorry about my wife.

She gets really nervous
before the guy comes in.

-Guy! Tell him the truth, now...
-Shut up, Ashley.

...before Manny
walks in that door.

Hey! Shut up. Shut up!

This is not a game anymore.

You go in the bathroom and
you let us do our shit.

Okay, Guy, seriously,
you need to stop.

-Shut up.
-What the fuck is going on?

Manny! Don't.

No!

Guy. Help me!

Guy!

What?

Son of a bitch.

Jesus Christ.
Gather around, boys!

You too, Cliff.

Christmas come early this year.

Okay.

Bad news first.

We're gonna have to clear
out and blow town, fast.

And we may be down a guy,
which sucks. It really does.

But I have the satchel.

I have all our
cash plus $400,000.

The biggest

-score of our lives!
-Come on.

"Good for one free breakfast

Sunshine Inn, Des
Moines, Iowa."

You lost our fucking
money from that satchel?

You fucking idiot.

I'm going to kill you.

Shit. It's the cops.

Shit, they're coming. Fuck!

Charlie Cale.

Son of a bitch.

Shit. Fuck.

Son of a bitch.

Man.

He really did it, huh?

I mean, he really just,
like, left you here to die.

Just like you said he would.

I mean, this cold-hearted
motherfucker.

-I told you.
-Damn, Manny,

your plan really worked.

You're good at this. Yeah.

You're like, uh...

oh, you're like the
Dexter of conmen? Yeah.

You could make this your
whole thing, you know?

I don't know. Maybe.
It could be fun,

but I don't ever want
to hurt anybody again.

I don't want another Regina.

But we should get out of here.

As soon as the cops grab Guy,

he's going to send
'em straight back.

So, uh, what happens now?

We, like, well, meet
up under the bridge,

split up this 20K?

No, you take it.

Give it to the orphans.
From me and Robin.

Don't I get a say in that?

You're such a big softie.

That's why I trusted him.

That's why I married him.

-See you, Charlie.
-See ya.

Okie-dokes.

The fuck?

Gotcha!