All language subtitles for Poker.Face.2023.S02E10.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta_[eng]

♪ Alright ♪

♪ Ooh, baby ♪

Nice pushups.

Alright, let's go!

- Let's go. Let's go.
- Lock in.

Lock in Get 'em, Brick.

Come on.

Come on, come on, come on.

Brick! Brick!

Brick! Brick!
Brick! Brick!

Brick! Brick! Brick! Brick!

Brick! Brick!
Brick! Brick! Brick!

That's what I'm talkin' about!

- Keep it up.
- Come on.

Let's get it on the board.

You set a new gym record.

Alright. Alright. Alright.

No, you earned it this time.

Here's to the good stuff,
fellas!

- Good stuff!
- Whoo!

Good stuff!

Bro, stop skipping leg day.
Come see me, okay?

Denise, great form on
those Arnolds, great form.

Keep up the good work.

Is that Big Bessie?

Is that a bicep I see
poking out?

Don't patronize me, Bubble Butt.

Okay, I would never
do that, alright?

Looking good, though.
Jacked as a champ.

Yeah!

Rocky!

Lookin' good as ever, bro.

- Rodney.
- Yeah, man, yeah!

Um, Brick, can we talk?

Yeah.

Uh, uh, I've been coming here
for almost a year,

and I'm not seeing
the same gains
as the other guys.

Alright, well, uh,
let's take a look.

How many pounds
are you at right now?

No, Brick. I'm-I'm eating
enough protein.

I've had, like, 18 eggs today.

Oh, that's a lot
of sulfur, my guy.

We should talk seitan.

You're not listening to me.

You never listen to me.

I'm here to listen, Rudy.

- Rodney.
- Yeah, man.

See, what you need is patience.

Most important part of a...

- No, I don't have time
for patience.
- Okay.

My high school reunion
is coming up.

- My school bully is
a firefighter now.
- Okay, mm-hm.

So, he's basically paid
to work out all day.

So I need gains, fast.
And...

I know you're selling
something on the side.

What are you talking about?

I'm not an idiot.

I hear Kevin and Satish
talking about "the good stuff."

I see you doing handoffs
with cash in the back office.

I don't care if it's HGH,
steroids, whatever.

Cut me in, man.

We would never,
and I mean never,
sling juice here.

The Brick House
is an all-natural,

environmentally
sustainable gym, bro.

Well, I want whatever the guys
on the board are getting.

Give me the good stuff.
Please.

I got you, bud. Okay?
Leave it to me.

- Thank you.
- Alright.

Alright.

It's busy out there.

- Hey.
- Hi, babe.

Who wants their favorite lunch?

- Chicken nuggies.
- Ah, almost.

- Ground stew.
- Hey.

Okay.

- Uh, Lil?
- Yes, sweetie.

I got to ask you something.

Um...

do you think you can
skim a little more
of the good stuff?

Uh, I got a new buyer lined up.

Honey, I can't.

Dr. Akamie is
already suspicious.

If she finds out
what we're doing,
I'll lose my job.

- Yeah, yeah.
- And then what?

Yeah. No. O-Okay.

It's just, it's our bestseller,

and we only sell
to, like, 10 guys.

If we could add three
or four more,

it'd really make a difference.

Wait, is the gym in trouble?

Am I going to have
to talk to my dad?

No, no, we're fine.
Don't tell your dad, okay?

It's just, you know,
the good stuff works so well.

I just want to, you know,
help out more guys.

You do look good on it.

- Eh?
- Oh, thank you, baby.

Okay, listen,
I'll keep skimming
the regular amount,

but no more.

Okay, uh, that's fine.

- Totally fine.
- Alright. Now...

See you tomorrow,
Dr. Akamie.

♪ Ah, ah, Louie, Louie,
ah, ah ♪

- Hey.
- ♪ I don't never wanna stop ♪

♪ I don't ever wanna ♪

♪ I'ma go until I drop ♪

♪ I'ma go until I ♪

♪ Who in here think
they can rock ♪

♪ Who in here think
they can ♪

♪ I don't want to see
you talk, I just... ♪

I managed to get
a little extra good stuff.

Oh, thank you, Lil,
that's great.

Rodney's going to be psyched.

He won't believe what this stuff
does for his progress.

- Rodney?
- Yeah.

Brick, are you crazy?

You can't sell to Rodney!

But it's his
high school reunion.

His bully's a firefighter.

And he is a health inspector
for the city.

No, he's not.
What makes you think that?

Rodney, hi.

- I'm a health inspector
for the city.
- Oh.

What did you tell him?

Nothing, Lil, I promise!

Look, look.
Come here. Come on.

Don't worry, okay?
I got this.

I got this.

- Enjoy, bro.
- Thanks.

Here you go, buddy.

- This is the good stuff?
- My own personal blend.

Organic whey from
grass-fed cows in Ireland.

Creatine, vitamins, minerals.
One scoop, twice a day.

- How much?
- For you?

It's on the house.

Until you see some gains,
then it's $150 a week.

- Ah.
- Trust me.

You'll tear
that firefighter in two
like a phone book.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Go get 'em, tiger.

- Okay.
- Alright, watch your step.

Sorry.

Get it up.
Get it up. Let's go. Let's go.

Let's go.

Come on!

Nice barbell curl.

You set a new gym record.

Cheers.

No stuff like
the good stuff, fellas.

Fuck, yeah!

Enjoy your workout, ladies.

Satish, I got it, bro!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Good job.
You did not need a spot.

Nice bench press.

Wanna try for 220?

Nah, 200's my limit, thanks.

Alright.
Don't forget to log it.

Get you up on that Brick Board.

Oh. Oh, yeah, yeah.
Thanks, brother.

Alright, have a great one.

Great job.
Lift, laugh, love.

Hot Rod.
You're here late.

Good for you.

What, you need a spot?

No, what I need
is an explanation.

I can smell fresh human
breast milk from a mile away.

- O-kay.
- Mm-hm.

I'm thinking maybe I'm the one
who needs an explanation?

Steroids, I could deal with.

Drugs, medicine,
not my domain, but this?

This is my beat, Brick,
and it's disgusting.

No, n...
No, man.

Hey, that's what
we're all about.

Clean, organic,
freely available.

It's God's all-natural
gains elixir, bro.

It is a health code catastrophe

and a gross erosion
of the public trust.

Unregulated breast milk,

teeming with
staphylococcus bacteria.

Stealing from babies
and mothers in need.

Oh, come on now.
You're making it
sound terrible.

It is terrible.
It's terrible.

Look, I'm going to level
with you, Rodders, okay?

This place is a money pit.

Eco cleaning, water filtration,
sustainable everything.

Look, selling the good stuff

is the only way
to stay afloat, bro.

I don't care.

I am turning you in,

and I'm shutting you down!

Dude.

I had to borrow money
from my wife's dad

to start this place, okay?

He scares me.

And, oh, my God, my wife.

She'll lose her license, bro.

Well, you should
have thought of that

before you started
giving breast...

Hey! What are you doing?
Get off!

Destroying the evidence,
what do you think?

Okay. You need
to stand down, little man.

I can't stand bullies.
Especially dumb ones.

You think this place
isn't full of evidence?

You think
your meathead clients
won't turn states

in an elevated heartbeat?

We can, uh, work this out.

- Right, Robbie?
- It's Rodney!

Are you doing karate?

Are you doing karate?

I'm a black belt.

Well, see, you're more
of a lean body type.

Now if you would've told
me that in the first place...

I told you like six times!

Are you doing aerobics?

Nice back crawl. Stay low.

Is that a discus throw?

Oh, shit.
Shit, shit, shit.

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

I got you. I got you.

Oh, shit. Oh, shit.

I'm going to get you
to a doctor, okay?

You are so fucked.

Oh, shit.

Nice barbell curl.

You set a new gym record.

Oh.

Oh, shit.

Ah, man.

Let's get
a couple sets in, guys.

Then we'll do, uh, sauna, okay?

Let's knock it out.

- Oh, shit! He's dead, right?
- Hey, call 911!

Hey, what's going on out here?

Call 911, right now!

Oh, my God.
What happened?

Oh. Jiminy Cricket.

Oh, hey, Noreen.

Uh, do you happen to know

of a, a chiropractor
in the neighborhood?

If I did, you wouldn't
hear about it.

Drove poor Annie
right out the building.

No, uh, a murderer did that.

Not the way I remember it.

Hey! There's my girl.

- Give it up.
- Ah, no.

Thanks for
the sweet apartment, bro.

Hey, uh, I-I-I had no part
of that, okay? He fived me.

Fuck off.

Will do.

- Ow.
- What can I get you?

What's a butter
popcorn latte like?

A travesty forced
on us by management.

- That sounds good, I'll have that.
- Sure.

Oh.

Eh! Pay it forward.
Hello, again.

Uh, I-I-I'll get hers,
if that's okay.

- Sure.
- Uh, for the coffee the other day.

Oh, no, I was also going to get
the Watergate salad cronut.

Of course you were.

Sure, uh, so a, a cronut
and a black coffee.

Uh, longest straw you've got.

Individual training?
Not my bag.

Nutrition, also not for me.

Chakra balancing, maybe.

Uh, spinal realignment.

- Mm.
- What happened to your neck?

Oh, I, uh... I yawned.

Like, from being tired, a yawn.

A-A-And?

Oh, that's the whole story.

Well, you think he can help?

Well, I'll be honest,
I don't know,

but fuck it,

fuck it in the butt,
worth a shot, right?

Hey, so, I've
actually been meaning

to check out a local gym.

Do you mind if
I walk over with you?

Mm, okay.

Huh?

Oh, mama.

I mean, it's a temporary fix.

This will happen again, though,

if you don't address
the root issue.

- Huh.
- Okay, it starts with good posture,

and good posture starts
with a strong core.

Which is what you can build here
at The Brick House, huh?

We have everything you need
to begin your journey.

We got free weights, machines,
TRX rollout stations,

saunas, the whole shebang.

Eh. How much do I owe you
for the neck crack?

Free. With a seven-day
fitness trial, huh?

- Wow.
- I don't know, man.

Yeah, well, you sign
one of those things

and the next thing you know,

you're in an unbreakable
10-year contract

you got to fake your
own death to get out of.

Okay, first,
I would never do that.

Did I mention that we're
a 100% all-natural

and sustainable gym?

I don't sell anything here
I wouldn't take myself.

Oh. All true?

Hey, babe.

Hey, sweetie.

Honey, I got lunch.

Alright, be there
in a second, pudding.

Oh, I almost forgot, oh.

Included with your membership,

my personally designed
fitness tracker

and complimentary access
to Bricked-In,

our fitness
and social media app.

Now, with this, you can see
each other's achievements,

share workouts, track progress.

It auto recognizes
over 60 exercise moves.

And you add friends
by bumping bits, like this.

- Fun.
- Huh?

Gym bros.

Alright, one week.
Why not?

Well, at least it'll get me
out of the apartment of horrors.

Ugh, Jesus.

Okay, that is distinct, pal.

- Sorry.
- Yeah, yeah.

I see.

Are you doing a dumbbell curl?

Oh, that's cool.

Or, or scary.

Yeah, it's kind of a fine line.

Oh, no.

- Oh, no, oh, no.
- Oh, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Number one rule of lifting,
always use a spotter.

It's highly dangerous not to.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Um, hi, I'm-I'm Rodney.

Alex.

Oh, I'm sorry.
There's something
sticky on the bar.

Oh, gyms are just petri dishes.

Plantar warts,
folliculitis, ringworm.

I have a zero tolerance policy

for health risks.

Uh, yeah.
That's kind of my passion.

Thank you.

Rule two of lifting
is always rotate
your muscle groups.

So, today, I'm doing
chest and arms

and tomorrow legs
and... butt.

Ah, something
to look forward to.

So, y-you guys
want to bump bits?

Brick Fits, so, uh, we can,
we can be buddies?

Sure. Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm not really in,
uh, the market

for new pals right now,
but thanks.

I'll take those.

The fuck is happening now?

You set

a new gym record.

I would do anything
for gains like that.

Honestly, Rodney,
I think it's great

you don't look like you spend
your entire life in the gym.

Oh, but I'm here
almost every day.

No, no, I mean it in a good way.

No stuff like
the good stuff, fellas.

- Fuck, yeah!
- Enjoy your workout, ladies.

Oh, my God.

What is this feeling?

It's like hitting the vape

minus the existential dread.

It's like my body is happy
with me or something.

Endorphins.
You got a workout high.

Ah, I see.

You know, I knew
it wasn't just health

and dignity
that drove people to do this.

- I'll see you tomorrow?
- Alright.

- Uh, leg day, tomorrow.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, everybody,
thanks for waiting.

I know this has
shook us all pretty deep.

I mean, mortality and death
in a place of health and life?

We all feel it. Yeah.

We'll be closed
until this afternoon

while the authorities
do their job.

I'm sorry, guys.

I know it's leg day
for a lot of you.

- Alright.
- Wait, wh-what happened?

I don't know.

Rodney.

- You know
the little guy, right?
- Yeah.

Went for a late workout.

Lifted way over
what he's used to.

Damn fool crushed his neck
on the bench press.

He's dead.

Wait, he didn't have a spotter?

Like I said, damn fool.

Jesus.

When we met Rodney yesterday,

he was adamant
you always use a spotter.

Honey, he was flirting with you.

What about rule two?
Rotate muscle groups.

Why would he be
on the bench press

in the middle of the night

when he already worked out
his chest and arms

that morning?

How about none
of our business, you know?

What if we just leave
it alone, like, uh...

Gosh, that would feel
really good to do

just for once in my life.

Is that alright?

Thank you.

So, still down for leg day?

Gosh, I-I guess, uh...

I've been feeling a little
like a lone wolf lately, uh.

I'm not sure if maybe
you picked up on that.

You don't have to go
to the gym with me.

I-I just thought it was fun.

Okay, so, uh,
what's going on here?

You, uh, new to the city
or something?

No.

Just lonely.

Yeah. I, uh...

Sorry.

I don't know what to say, kid.
I, uh... Good luck.

Yeah.

We've got everything we need.

- I feel so bad.
- No,

accidents like this happen
more often than you'd think.

It's your insurance premium
you should worry about.

Now, you're free to reopen
the gym now.

- We'll be in touch.
- Oh, thank you, officer.

One more question.

How do you get that cool
veiny look on your forearm?

Oh.

Wrist curls.

Three sets of 12,
each direction, twice a week.

Oh.

Sugar, come here.

Just be glad they didn't
search the office.

If they had found
the good stuff, God knows.

- Oh, um...
- It's okay, sweetie.

Actually, um, we're almost out.

Can you bring
some more over later?

Brick. No.

Until the cops wrap this up,
we're not selling anymore.

Come on, Lil, please.
Okay?

I mean, we can't just
cut the guys off.

Brick, I'm not going to jail
so that Kevin can stay yoked.

And that's the end of it.

Get in the zone!

New delivery just in.

Plenty more where that
came from, new supplier.

Put the word out.

It's all there.

Alright, guys.
Enjoy the good stuff.

That's fresh.

This taste funky to you?

No, it's good.

Come on.

Alright, kid. Let's not make
a whole thing about it, alright?

That's it.

Dude.

My shit is fucked up.

There's something off
about this batch, man.

Okay, well, um,
every batch is different.

So much depends
on the mother's diet.

Um, maybe she ate
a lot of cheese.

I can put down ricotta
all day, bro.

I know the good stuff,
and this ain't it.

Don't play fucking games
with me, man.

You're selling us some
really egregious shit.

Oh.

What was that about?

Who, Kevin?

He's, uh...

He's just mad
the pull-down machine
is broken.

Huh...

Uh, he just said it's broken.

Ah, it is, and yet he was lying.

What makes you so sure?

Ah.

Yes, okay.

Uh, well, so...

Eh.

That's so crazy. W...

Okay, wait.
Two truths and a lie.

Do we have to?

I was born to a single
alcoholic teenage mother

in Springfield, Missouri.

I've started
11 failed businesses,

including two
that resulted in litigation.

I'm severely, like,
deathly allergic to cinnamon.

All true, and frankly,
a, a bit concerning.

That's amazing.

Maybe Brick knows more
than he's letting on.

- You should ask him.
- What happened to this whole

we're going to mind
our own business,
leave things alone?

That's my new vibe.

I mean, I wasn't
just jazzy riffing.

I-I meant it,
you know, for real.

So, let's get back
to leg day, please.

Alright, okay,
understood. Yep.

Uh, Mr. Brick.

Poor Rodney.

Like, such a tragic accident.

Strange he didn't
have a spotter.

Nobody around to do it.

But, um, we're not liable
for that, okay?

You all signed a release.

That is bullshit.

So he knows
it wasn't an accident

and he knows
Rodney wasn't alone.

Well, it doesn't make him
a murderer.

Fuck, I should have just
asked Brick if he did it.

What, no?
That's unbelievably
dangerous, trust me.

Fine. So, Brick suspects
it wasn't an accident.

I mean, he did also lie
about Kevin being upset

about the pull-down
being broken.

But it is broken.

Alright, uh, well,
gosh, I don't know.

I mean, uh, well, maybe Kevin's
upset about something else.

What the fuck are we doing?

- We're snooping.
- Why?

- This is fun.
- No!

- Shh!
- And the best part is

we're all natural.

I don't sell anything here
I wouldn't take myself.

Huh.

Was that bullshit?

Well, yeah.
But what's weird is

a few days ago, it wasn't.

What changed?
Oh.

Maybe Rodney discovered,
like, a steroid ring

or blood boy bank.

- A what?
- You know, blood boys?

- No!
- We got to search his office.

No.

Hard cut to what
the fuck am I doing?

Lots of baby formula.

H-His wife works at that, uh,
baby doctor place, remember?

If you're looking for 'roids,
uh, check the fridge.

Nothing. Maybe he cleared it.

Speaking of, how about we
clear out? You know, please.

You're supposed
to be the lookout.
Are you even looking?

Yes, of course I am.

Oh.

W-What's going on here?
What are you doing?

Searching your office.

Uh, for the sauna,
which is not here.

So, Alex.

Uh, the sauna is, uh...

Uh, so-so sorry.

Oh, there! I see it...

I guess it was just
an accident at the gym.

Brick's got nothing
to hide, I was wrong.

Ah, well.

What?

Well, I mean, you know,
you, you searched,

but you didn't look
at the red bills on his desk.

Those are collection
agency notices.

- Ooh!
- Which doesn't prove anything

but Brick is in a crunch.

And I got to admit
there's something about it

that just doesn't sit right
in my brain.

You know, like, uh,
scattered pieces of a puzzle
or something, so, uh...

Yes, we should go back tonight
and snoop around.

We can crack this.
Look, I swiped Brick's key card.

- We can sneak in.
- It's open 24 hours.

- We can snoop around anyway.
- Okay.

Uh, look, I know this
all seems like hijinks
and adventure to you,

but I know where this goes,
it's, uh, bullets.

You know, people trying
to burn you to death,
alligators, uh...

People, well, they don't
like the truth as much as
they think they do.

That doesn't sound fun.

I mean,
the, the alligator stuff
kind of does, but...

No, actually.
No, not fun, alright?

You turn up with your kid sister
golden retriever energy,

saying the word "snoop,"
next thing I know,

but, uh, I'm sorry, I can't.

I really, I can't.

It is none of my business.

The guy we met is dead.

And because of your gift,

we might be
the only ones who can...

None of my business, okay?

The end, period.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

So.

Ah, nuts.

Alex.

Alex.

Alex!

Ah, geez.

I've got a blinding headache.

Shut up, Kev.

- I feel sick, bro.
- Disgusting.

What's the health code rating
on this place anyway?

I have a zero tolerance policy
for health risks.

I still think there's something
off with the good stuff.

Good stuff!

Did I mention that we're
a 100% all-natural gym?

H-His wife works at that, uh,
baby doctor place, remember?

Ugh, Jesus.

Okay, that is distinct, pal.

- Excuse me.
- Hmm?

Oh, is that, uh,
is that breast milk?

Y-Yeah. What...

- That's none of your business.
- Hmm.

Well, I just, uh, I just
made it my business.

What?

Oh, hey, Brick!

Hi, I, uh, it's great to see you

'cause I-I actually have
been meaning to ask you, um.

For a machine,
I need a, a spotter.

Right, 'cause that's how...

Gosh, that's how Rodney got
into all that trouble, huh?

Yeah.

'Cause he didn't have a spotter.

Right.

And he was here all alone.

Mm-hmm.

Gosh, it's a shame that
you weren't here to warn him.

Yeah, I mean, it is a shame

that I wasn't here.

Right.

Huh.

Huh, looks like
we're buddies now.

Kind of cute. Alright.

I, uh, I-I'm going to look
you up, um, on neck day.

Okay, okay.

Uh, I saw you
working out Saturday,

the day that Rodney died.

You deleted the data,
you son of a bitch.

The leaderboard.

New gym record, 1:55 a.m.?

The night that Rodney died.

Huh. Gotcha.

You loved a workout.

Huh?

Oh, no.

No, I do not love
murder exercises,
delete love.

- Oh, shit.
- Activate delete.

Unsubscribe.

Brick. No, Brick.

Hey, you don't have
to do this, man.

- I'm sorry.
- No, no, no, don't do it, don't do it.

Don't...
Don't do it!

Don't do it!

Brick. Wait, wait, wait.

Hey, everyone,
um, can I please
have your attention?

I just got word that there's
a, uh, a gas leak

in the building next door.

I need everyone to calmly exit.

So sorry.

What?

You muscle-headed bastard.

Brick!

Let me out!

Brick, let me out of here!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hello? Anyone,
anyone, anyone, hello?

Are you doing aerobics?

What? Ah!

"Charlie C is doing
heel raises."

"Charlie C
is doing arm circles."

"Charlie C is doing lunges."

"Charlie C is doing...
pushups."

Heel raises, arm circles,
lunges, pushups.

Come on, kid. Come on,
you got to figure this out.

Work with me here. Come on!

Heel raises, arm circles,
lunges, pushups.

H-A-L-P. H-Halp?

Halp?

I am strong, brave,
and beautiful.

I believe in myself completely.

I trust myself and my intuition.

I embrace my flaws
and imperfections.

What the fuck?!

Oh, my God.

He did it.
No, Brick, he killed Rodney,

and, and he deleted
the evidence.

We'll worry about it later.

- Let's get out of here.
- Okay.

Halp, halp, you know?

You could've done elbow dips.
"E." H-E-L-P.

Jesus, I was trying...

Oh, shit.

- I thought I heard something.
- Is that a discus throw?

Oh, my God.
Man, this isn't
going to work, okay?

Nobody is going
to believe that I died

trying to lift any more than,
I don't know, what,

five pounds maximum.

I-I'm sorry,
but I can't let you leave.

We won't tell anybody.
What do we care about
a dead meathead?

Meathead?

I have a PhD
in exercise science!

Geez!

Alright, alright, alright!

That's very, very
impressive, seriously!

Hey, maybe we misunderstood
this whole situation.

You know, maybe
Rodney, you know,

he crushed his own windpipe.

Shut up!

You mother...

Get him!

Get him. Ow!

Alex!

Ow.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Francis John Bricatino!

What is the meaning of this?

Lil. Um, no, no.
See, you don't understand.

Lil, they were going
to tell on me.

About the good stuff?
It's okay, baby.

We'll take the consequences,
we'll figure it out.

Actually, it was the murder.

I-I'm sorry. The what?

He killed Rodney.

Yeah, he tried to make
it look like an accident.

Shut up!

Lil, Lil, look,
I'm-I'm sorry, okay?

- Wh...
- The, the gym was in trouble.

Rodney was going
to tell the city.

We got into a fight, Lil.

He kicked me.

I didn't mean to do it.

I swear, I didn't mean to do it.

I didn't mean to.
I just wanted to...

I just...

I just wanted to create a space

where people could celebrate

the glory of the human body,
Lil, alright?

And get really, really ripped.

It was an accident.

Oh, my God.

I... I, I...

I did a bad, bad thing.

I did a bad, bad thing.

It's okay.

It's okay, it's okay,
my baby boy.

We'll figure this out, okay?

Uh, well, another community
down the drain.

If it takes lies
to keep something together,

it deserves to fall apart.

Gosh, you...

You really believe that,
don't you?

Yeah.

Yes, I think that you might be

the most honest person
I have ever met.

I mean, I have not heard
you tell not one single lie.

I mean, I'm talking
not a big whopper one,

uh, not a...

Not a little white one.

Yeah. I don't believe in it.

If you ask me
a question and I lie,

who are you having
a conversation with?

Nobody.

I can see why you
don't have many friends.

Any friends.

A wise woman once told me

people don't like the truth
as much as they think they do.

Ah, I see what you did there.

Well, Alex, you got one now.

You too.

I've actually been meaning
to ask you this.

How did you end up in New York?

It's kind of
an unbelievable story, uh.

- I used to play poker,
you know, for money.
- Oh, my God.

It never even occurred to me
how rich you should be.

Uh, yeah,
t-turns out that's a,
that's a terrible idea, okay?

So, uh, I'm, uh,
living out in the desert

and, uh, well, I fell in
with a spicy crowd.

Oh, my God.

Lethal.
Anyway...

♪ The same old sun ♪

♪ The same old stars ♪

♪ The same old moon
and the same old Mars ♪

♪ It's the same you ♪

♪ It's the same me ♪

♪ But baby, there's begun
to be a change in me ♪

♪ Warning ♪

♪ Storm clouds
all around morning ♪

♪ Somehow you didn't see
the warning ♪

♪ Storm clouds all over me ♪