All language subtitles for Poker.Face.2023.S01E02.720p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta[eztv.re]_track3_eng

(Tom Waits'\N
"Yesterday is Here" playing)

* If you want money\N
in your pocket *

* And a top hat\N
on your head *

* A hot meal\N
on your table *

* And a blanket\N
on your bed *

* Today is gray skies *

* Tomorrow is tears *

* You'll have to wait\N
till yesterday is here *

* I'm going\N
to New York City *

* And I'm leaving\N
on a train *

* And if you want\N
to stay behind *

* Wait till I\N
come back again *

* Today is gray skies *

* Tomorrow is tears *

* You'll have to wait\N
till yesterday is here *

* If you want to go *

* Where the rainbows end *

* You will have\N
to say goodbye *

* All our dreams come true *

* Baby, up ahead *

* And it's out where\N
your memories lie *

* And the road is out\N
before me *

* And the moon\N
is shining bright *

* What I want you\N
to remember *

* As I disappear tonight *

* Well, today is gray skies *

* Tomorrow is tears *

* You'll have to wait\N
till yesterday is here *

* You'll have to wait\N
till yesterday is here *

(phone beeps)

Alright. Alright.

You guys liked\N
the last time I showed you

how to make\N
an off-the-menu sandwich.

So tonight, I'm going\N
to do it again.

First, you want to start with\N
your Italian herb cheese bread.

Add your chipotle,\N
garlic aioli.

If you know, you know.

And what I'm doing now\N
is tessellating the cheese.

You know, I used\N
to get asked all the time

what happens after TikTok.

And to be honest, that question\N
used to freak me out,

especially when\N
I got out of the Marines.

A year ago,\N
I was filled with feelings

of lostness and despair.

And if you know,\N
you know.

But for now,\N
I'm going to stick

with my sandwich content

because I get to express\N
my creativity.

And I am so excited about\N
the different aioli permutations

and the different\N
possibilities of ham.

And later, I want to do\N
some good in the world,

like going into,\N
uh, public service,

and I am also open\N
to becoming a YouTuber.

Now, guys, you know\N
I do not do it for the likes,

but I think it would be\N
really cool

if we can hit 100K\N
for the boys tonight.

(doorbell chimes)

Hey.

Hey.

-Hey.\N
-Hey.

So where are we going today?

Ooh, Hawaii.

Took me forever\N
to find that one.

Damian:\N
Have you been?

Oh yeah. Me and Hawaii.\N
All the time.

Okay. Well, if I win,\N
I'll take you.

Well, you better win soon,

because I think\N
my professor said

Hawaii is going\N
to be underwater

in, like, 30 years.

(conversation continues,\N
indistinct)

(squeaking)

Hey, Sara.

Hey.

Hey, Jed.

So I don't know if you saw,

but, um,\N
there's going to be

a meteor shower,

and it's supposed to be

really, really beautiful.

I'm going to watch\N
from Abe's roof. If you...

If both of you\N
want to come.

Well, you know,\N
we're, we're on our shift,

so maybe another time.

Well, this only happens\N
once every 33 years.

But yeah. Okay.

(doorbell chimes)

Is he bothering you?

-Jed?\N
-Yeah.

You know, I learned\N
to naturally tune this sense.

Like, I can smell it\N
when someone's more dangerous

than they look.

Kept me alive out there.

This was in Afghanistan?

Damian:\N
San Diego.

(sighs)

(doorbell chimes)

Abe cool with you\N
coming up here?

I, I turn off\N
the security cameras.

Mind if I, uh...

-Uh, go ahead.\N
-Thanks.

So, uh, is Sara coming?

No, no.

But, you know,\N
I've seen you watch her

from up here at night.

I can see everything\N
from up here.

Like I'm a god.

Do you see that truck?

Why is it parked so far away\N
from all the others?

Like, not even in range\N
of the cameras.

Damian:\N
I don't know.

Jed:\N
Whoever's driving that truck\N
has something to hide.

You know what you've got?\N
Perception.

Yeah. I notice\N
a lot of stuff.

Yeah, man. Perception like that,\N
in the military, that's gold.

You could be like\N
a really good sniper--

The military\N
fucks you up, man.

All that PTSD and shit?

Those guys, they could,\N
like, snap at any moment.

Dude, you watch\N
way too many movies.

I don't like movies.

-Hey, listen, man.\N
-What, man?

Hey, I'm not trying

to recruit you\N
or something, okay.

I actually don't think\N
the military is for you, okay.

But what I'm saying is\N
is that it showed me

how big the world\N
actually is.

And I know\N
you grew up here.

And when the world\N
seems small,

it's easy to start...

obsessing over things.

What are you talking about?

You've got to leave\N
Sara alone.

-Did she say something?\N
-I, I just think you're...

you know,\N
creeping her out a bit.

-Creeping her out?\N
-Yeah, man.

You got binoculars\N
and shit, man.

Yeah.

I think if she had\N
a problem with me,

she would tell me,\N
you know, not you.

I mean,\N
who the fuck are you?

I mean, you're, you're what?\N
You've been here

a month at best.

I'm the one\N
who welcomed her here

when her family\N
first came into town,

I was the one, okay.

-Chill out, man, I--\N
-Way before

you ever were\N
even in this town!

I didn't mean it\N
like that, okay.

You know, maybe you're the one\N
who's creeping her out.

Do you ever think\N
about that with your,

with your sandwiches,

you fucking psycho killer\N
soldier boy.

I think you need\N
to calm down, alright?

No, no, no,\N
you need to calm down!

Hey, I'm just saying,\N
I get it.

No! Nobody gets it--

Hey, hey...

What you're describing\N
is monotony.

Okay, when I was\N
in the Marines,\N
most days, all I did

was paperwork over and over\N
and over again, inventory.

And when I would finish,\N
sometimes they would\N
just shred it,

and I'd have to do\N
the whole thing all over again.

Days just blur together.

No one cares what you do\N
or what you can,

your creativity.

Feels like\N
there's no way out, right?

Like there's no future.

(sobs)

Sometimes I think\N
to myself...

whenever I fix up a car,\N
I think like,\N
what if I just...

climbed in the trunk\N
and hid.

I'd get a thousand miles away\N
before anyone noticed.

Hey, you'll make it\N
out of here someday.

Yeah.

Bullshit.

Times I sit up here,

I think there's a limited amount\N
of luck in the universe.

They give it out\N
when you're born

and you either get it\N
or you don't.

Luck is something\N
that we created

to make sense of the things\N
that we can't change.

Right. Mr. Celebrity.

Hey. Hey. I did that.

Okay? That wasn't luck.\N
I made that happen.

I focused on what\N
I could control

like making sandwiches\N
and spreading positivity

globally through\N
my TikToks.

And the rest of it\N
is just chaos.

Like this. Right?

If I did this\N
every single day

and I thought,\N
man, I'm going to win.

I'm going to get out of here\N
and start a new life,

get that new iPhone 13.

If I did that\N
every single day,

I would feel\N
like a loser.

Nah, fuck that, man.

I do it because\N
it's fun, you know.

It's something I can do.\N
It, it, it's a moment.

It makes Sara smile.\N
It's something to do.

And that makes it\N
all the more...

Holy shit.

What?

I think I won.

No.

Uh, no, yeah.

How much?

$25,000.

Holy shit, man.\N
Sara's gonna flip.

(body thudding)

Alright.

* *

Ahh!

(crowbar thuds)

(Jed breathing heavily)

(wheels squeaking)

(clatters)

(doorbell chimes)

(doorbell chimes)

(suspenseful music playing)

(truck engine starts)

(truck door opens)

(phone beeping)

Operator: (over phone) 911.\N
What's your emergency?

I'm calling from 421,\N
Route 66.

I think I just saw\N
a murder.

(loud bang, wheel rattling)

Oh. Oh.\N
For goddamn...

Ah shit.

Well, first there was a pop\N
and then a, a rattle,

but like a flutter rattle,\N
an irregular flutter rattle.

And then, I don't know how,

but a steam explosion\N
was kind of the kicker.

I thought,\N
that's not right. So...

Without these things turned up,\N
I can't hear a word.

Uh, it's busted.

Charlie:\N
Okay, can you fix it?

I can.

Well, with parts and labor\N
and, you know,

the best fair price\N
I can offer you is, uh,

$400.

Ah shit.

Oh, that's a fair price.

No, no, it's,\N
it's shockingly honest.

Well, it's on the sign.

Yeah, yeah,\N
it's just, uh...

Shit. Alright, so, uh,\N
how long will that take?

Well, we're closing up\N
for the night,

so here's what\N
we're gonna do.

Tomorrow morning,\N
you come by 8:00 a.m.,

put a bunch of cash\N
in my hands,

20 minutes later,\N
I'll have you on the road.

Dude, 20 minutes.\N
Can't you just, uh...

Well, you know,\N
it's "Top Chef tonight."\N
Sorry.

"Top Chef."\N
Well, God forbid.

Yeah, well, we can\N
stow your car gratis.

We've got security cameras,\N
so it'll be safe.

Hell, I'll get my nephew\N
to move the car. Jed!

Take this car\N
around the side.

Jed: This would be\N
a nice car...

if you took care of it.

Hey, man, uh, is there a motel\N
or something around here?

Well, there used to be,\N
but it burned down.

So, 20 minutes\N
down the road,

uh, there's a bunch\N
of motels.

Yeah, you'll be fine.

But your car's\N
not going anywhere.

So...

Hey, you mind if I try\N
something a little different

with the cheese-sauce combo?

Just something\N
I've been working on.

Go nuts.

Thank you.

Hey, uh, do, uh,\N
do you have a bathroom?

Yeah, but it's\N
for employees only.

But if you go past the minimart\N
to the rest stop,

there is\N
a public bathroom.

It's not too gross.

(doorbell chimes)

Mmm.

-Meteor shower tonight.\N
-Fuck!

Son of a...

Yeah. Okay. Uh-huh.

Leonids.

Oh.

Okay.

(toilet flushes)

(farts)

That's what happens in here.

Yeah, it is.

Laundry day.

Bleeding through\N
your shirt day.

Gunshot wound day.

Mind your own business day.

Please. Thank you.

Just because you're wearing\N
your underwear inside out

doesn't mean\N
it's really clean.

That trick\N
only works once.

'Cause of, there's only\N
two sides to the underwear.

How many days\N
you've been on the road?

Uh, two days.

A week.

Yeah. Thank you\N
for your underwear concern.

Have you lost\N
a lot of blood?

Well, I got plenty\N
of blood. Thanks.

If you take ibuprofen\N
when you're bleeding,

you'll just bleed more.

Alright, WebMD.

I'm going to leave now.

Please do not follow me.

(heartbeat thumping)

Ahh!

The pain is\N
in your mind.

Lady...

you've got no idea.

Drink.

Yeah.

Alright.

Hell, I'm gonna...\N
accept this situation.

Charlie.

-Marge.\N
-Cheers.

Superglue.

Hmm. Yes, it is.

Ah, good thing.

Neat trick, huh?\N
Neat trick, that.

Dries quick.\N
You'll be fine.

Right. Okay.

So, uh, I guess\N
you must get messed with

a lot in this life\N
on the road.

Nah, I got my dash cam\N
over there.

And baby Roscoe.

Whoa.

I used to carry Mace.

But you got to get\N
too close to use it.

-Defeats its own purpose.\N
-Right.

Plus, one time I accidentally\N
sprayed Mace in here

when I was practicing\N
quick draws.

Couldn't stop crying\N
for about a month.

Second time in my life\N
I've ever cried.

Oh yeah?\N
What was the first?

That was back when I was\N
none of your fucking business.

Keep it.\N
You might need it.

Oh. Thanks.

Same stuff doctors use,

but big pharmacy\N
doesn't want you to know.

Right.

You're the first person\N
I've talked to in 270 days.

Not counting CB radio.

Yeah.

Flattered.

So, uh, you get,\N
you get bored

out here alone?

I got my books\N
on tape on CD.

Narrator:\N
"Buddhism for Beginners."

Chapter one.

All existence is suffering,

and the source of suffering\N
is attachment--

Bambi.

So not Marge.

First time I cried,\N
I was watching "Bambi."

Oh.

I'm getting not\N
gonna hook-up vibes.

Yeah, I don't think so.

You want to go\N
to the Roadhouse, then?

They got three for ten.

-Uh, three what?\N
-Oh. Three anything.

There's an extra shirt\N
if you want it.

-Charlie: Oh, thanks--\N
-(door slams)

Trust me,\N
I don't exist.

So there's nothing

I could find\N
about you online.

The cops\N
couldn't find you.

I don't know,\N
PI, spooks, nothing.

No phones,\N
no bank accounts.

Fake IDs\N
if you can get them

but better to stick\N
where people aren't asking.

Never staying in\N
the same place for too long,

never looking back.

Why?

I got one of those uncles.

Got sent to live with him\N
when I was 16 maybe.

One day,\N
I took his money,

pissed on his\N
favorite chair, and ran.

He used every means\N
to try to track me down.

Never got his money back.

I love the life, though.

Out here,\N
Marge is small,

weak, fleshy, a target.

But when I'm driving,

Marge is 80,000 pounds\N
of pure steel.

Drive, no attachments,\N
no suffering.

See a hitchhiker\N
on the road, keep going.

Well, bullshit.

(laughs)

I mean, you stopped\N
to help me, right?

Hey, listen,\N
I got the same thing,

can't help it.

Little Miss Galahad\N
over here.

Okay, Miss, I am going\N
to get your next round.

Whoa. No.

So when you use\N
this card,

ping.

Alright, uh...

ATMs, too?

I used an ATM once,

my uncle showed up\N
in four hours.

Any place you land,\N
first thing.

Fuck.

Find a side hustle\N
that pays cash.

Gold is the ideal.

But surprisingly few people\N
still use it as currency,

and the ones who do\N
are mainly freaks.

Bitcoin?

Well,\N
don't get me started.

-Ahh.\N
-You want something for that?

You got something?

Side hustle. Cash.

I got a shit ton of\N
Canadian prescription drugs

in the back of my truck.

Sell 'em along my route.

EpiPens, Viagra,\N
stuff like that.

Painkillers.

Why didn't you say\N
something before?

I didn't know\N
if I could trust you.

Ah, so you trust me now?

Now I'm drunk.

B-R-B.

Charlie: I guess\N
I'll B-R-B right here too.

(slurping)

(country music playing\N
over speakers)

Too easy.

It's for kids.

Yeah, I know.

How about you?\N
You exist?

Real introvert, huh?

(slurping)

We're closing, okay.

You gotta go home\N
so I can go home.

The, the sign says\N
24 hours.

Hey, uh,

do you have, like,\N
a storeroom or something

I could take a nap in?

No. We don't.

(slurping)

(bird screeches)

(bird caws)

Oh shit.

Ah.

Ah, buzzard.

Okay. Alright.\N
You know what?

I, I understand\N
the confusion.

Ah! Not today, buddy.\N
No, no.

Picnic table's\N
all yours, buzzard.

Jesus.

(indistinct\N
police radio chatter)

(quietly):\N
Shit.

You're still here.

Cops kept me late\N
with questions.

Kept everyone.

Asked about you, too.

-I told them you split.\N
-Oh, thanks.

Not to help you.

Just because\N
I thought you split.

So, uh,\N
what's the business?

Friend from last night,\N
she killed a guy.

Huh?

What? Marge?

Yeah.

-No.\N
-Yep.

Kid who works\N
the night shift at Subway,

he broke into her truck,\N
she killed him.

No, no, no.\N
No, no, no.

I can't believe that.

Wow.

-She shot a guy?\N
-I don't know.

Jesus Christ,\N
she was a weirdo.

She did have\N
baby Roscoe.

Maybe that makes sense,\N
I don't know.

The cops say\N
they got her on tape.

Ah, 'cause of\N
the dash cam, huh?

No, dash cam\N
only points ahead.

Bet it was the mechanic shop.\N
They must have security cameras.

Hey, uh, thanks for,\N
you know, hiding out with me.

Is that what this was?

Jesus, man.

(beeping)

Four hours. Here we go.

(beeps)

Abe:\N
One and one hundred...

Yeah, there's two hundred.

Well, it's,\N
it's all there.

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.\N
Three hundred.

It's four $100 bills.

Alright.\N
Yep, there we go.

Hey, uh,

that kid who got killed\N
last night, did you know him?

Yeah. Damian.

Yeah. He, he hadn't\N
been here long.

Nice kid.

Fresh out of\N
the Marine Corps.

Yeah, I just,\N
I just don't picture him

breaking into trucks.

Jed: Maybe he had\N
money problems.

What do you mean?

I don't know,\N
I'm guessing.

Played the lottery\N
every day.

Never won.

Yeah, Jed was the one\N
who called in the murder.

I told him\N
to take the day off,

but he insisted\N
on working.

I guess to take his mind\N
off of things, you know.

Huh.

(Charlie singing,\N
indistinct)

(humming)

Hmm.

Not as good.

Nothin' ever is.

Abe:\N
Hey, sweet pea!

(keys jingling)

Alright. Thank you.

(doorbell chimes)

I, I'd like to buy\N
a scratch-off, please.

Which one?

Mm-hmm.\N
The, the Gold Rush.

In, in Damian's honor.

(ripping)

Oh, my fucking God.

What happened?

(humming)

I'm out of here, fuckers!

Creepo flipping out.

Fine.

Reporter: (on radio)\N
...a long-haul truck driver

was arrested\N
earlier this morning

after a young man\N
was found bludgeoned to death

in a rest area off Route 66\N
near Albuquerque.

Bludgeoned?

Police have yet to release\N
any further details.

Bludgeoned?

(reporter continues, indistinct)

(tires squealing)

Oh. I thought\N
you were leaving?

Yeah, I am.

Uh, hey, I know\N
this is inappropriate

and kind of,\N
I don't know, insensitive,

but is there any way\N
I could take a look

at the security camera footage\N
from last night?

Sure. Yeah.\N
If you could squeeze in.

Squeeze in.

(laughter)

-Man: Oh shit.\N
-She totally did it.

Goddamn!

-Look at that.\N
-Sinewy.

Like an ant.\N
Goddamn.

Marge was moving drugs.

-That's why she did it.\N
-Trucker: What?

Whether she did\N
or didn't do it,

let's all agree she had\N
the right to do it.

What do you mean,\N
whether or not she did it?

I, I thought\N
you had it on tape.

I-- Where's the bludgeoning?

No, look at that angle\N
right there.

All you can see\N
is her dumping the body.

-Aah. Ooh. Ooh.\N
There she goes.\N
-Oh, my God.

-Play it again.\N
-(laughter)

Ooh! God.

(indistinct conversations)

* *

(sighs)

Aw, shit...

You have to buy something\N
if you want to use the bathroom.

Yeah.

You know,\N
what I'd really like is, uh,

to take a look\N
at your security footage.

Why? Are you a cop?

Hmm, yeah.

I'm a very deep,\N
deep undercover cop.

I don't like cops.

Neither do I. Right?

So I,\N
I'm not a cop.

Then why should I\N
show you my footage?

Paradoxical.

(doorbell chimes)

You know, I, uh,

always been curious\N
about these.

I bet they taste\N
like the future.

(coughing)

Jesus.

What is that?

Cotton candy.

(sighing)

Uh, you want one?

No, thanks.\N
Those things are like\N
really bad for you.

And later, I want to do\N
some good in the world,

like, um, public service,

and I'm also open\N
to becoming a YouTuber.

Were you guys close?

Yeah.

They're saying\N
he broke into a truck.

Why? He wouldn't do that.

Yeah, he does not seem\N
like the type.

If only we had, uh,

some way to prove it.

Charlie:\N
Ehh. That's it?

Shit, I was hoping it would\N
show more of the street.

So, Damian,\N
did you see him\N
last night?

Sara:\N
Every night.

He'd come in around 10,\N
bring me a sandwich,

and then he'd buy\N
a lottery ticket.

Yeah.

Had this dumb little routine

where he'd pick a state quarter\N
from my collection

and use it\N
to scratch it off.

Last night,\N
he did Hawaii again.

Oof. Ugh.\N
Yeah, I hate sand.

Swimming,\N
it's not for me.

I, I heard that he played\N
every day and never won.

That's true.

That's weird.

-What?\N
-Okay, so, uh...

I have this thing.

I can tell\N
if someone's lying.

I mean, it's a,\N
it's a whole thing.

It would take too long\N
to explain.

It's fine. I don't care.

Great. So, you know,\N
the kid who works\N
over Abe's place?

-Jed.\N
-Yes, Jed.

So Jed told me\N
that Damian never won,

but he was lying,\N
I could tell.

However, just now,\N
when you said it,

you were telling the truth.

I don't get it.

Yeah, me neither.\N
I mean, it's, uh...

it's kind of breaking\N
my brain a little bit.

Jed won the lottery\N
this morning.

He what?

Twenty-five grand\N
on a scratcher.

The universe\N
makes no sense.

That is a hat on a hat.

Uh, I can't even\N
process that right now.

So you and Damian,

you, you did your whole\N
routine last night?

Yeah. Everything felt normal.

Well, Jed came in and asked\N
if we wanted to watch

the meteor shower\N
from his roof.

He does stuff\N
like that a lot.

And, uh, you didn't go?

No, neither of us did.

We hung out, and then he went\N
back to his shift at Subway.

I can't even process.\N
That's a cat toy.

Yeah.

No, it's not.

Yeah, it is.

Holy shit.

Yes, you're right.\N
Not a camera at all.

That's just a cat toy.

Why is it a cat toy?

Why is anything anything?

-Dude.\N
-To deter.\N
It's a deterrent.

Deterrent? Cat toy.

Okay, I'm going\N
to move off this topic.

So what about,\N
uh, time cards?

Do you guys punch\N
in and out or something?

Like at an\N
old-timey factory?

QR code, something,

whatever the kids\N
use these days

for time cards,\N
I don't know, man.

I pretty much\N
just show up whenever.

You're a real black hole\N
of information.

Yo!

Employees only.

Come on. That's like\N
Subway sanctum sanctorum.

Do you think\N
this could be blood?

That's light mayonnaise.

How do you know it's light?

I just know.

Lucky bastard.

How would you like to help\N
an old lady retire early?

Taking a break?

I don't work anymore.

Ah, smart.

Oof. Nasty cut.

How'd you get that?

Uh, sharp piece of metal.

I always get injured\N
on this job.

Well, it must be\N
your lucky day, kid,

'cause Doctor Superglue\N
has arrived.

(Charlie humming)

(blowing)

-It feels better, right?\N
-Mm-hmm.

Hey, uh,\N
you catch that, uh,

crazy rat-a-taz last night,

the, uh, the Leonids?

Yeah, I had a few beers\N
and watched it from the roof.

-Oh yeah? Alone?\N
-I'm always alone.

I'm an alone wolf.

What about the, uh,\N
the other kids?

Uh, Sandwich guy and goth girl.\N
They didn't want to come?

Why would those guys\N
want to hang out with me?

Well, why wouldn't they?

You just won the lotto.

You're going places.

You figure out how you're\N
gonna spend the money yet?

Uh, no. No, I don't.\N
I don't know.

No one's ever asked me\N
what I want to do before.

Yeah, well, ta-da,\N
I'm asking.

Well, it's too late.

I've already missed out\N
on too much,

and so I'm not going\N
to reach my full potential,

which was really high.

You seem smart.

-I am smart.\N
-Okay.

So you're smart, you're young,\N
you have money,

you're right,\N
No options at all.

I think I'm gonna\N
go to Hawaii.

Oh. Eww.

Guh. Shit.

My bad.\N
Let me get that off.

Hey, that's a pretty\N
neat trick, right?

The, the superglue?

Yeah, it's a funny thing.

The, uh, the lady\N
that they're saying

killed Sandwich\N
taught it to me.

Marge.

She probably saved\N
my life, actually and...

Well, now she's locked up\N
for killing that kid.

-Whoa, dude.\N
-Do you want a beer?

I'm going\N
to have a beer.

Charlie:\N
Okay. Thanks.

So, you said Damian

wasn't on the roof\N
last night, right?

-(slams bottle)\N
-I already told you.

I don't think you did.

I was alone\N
on the roof all night.

Huh.

Look at the time.\N
(chuckles)

-Weren't you in a hurry?\N
-Oh. Yeah.

I guess I am on a bit\N
of, uh, borrowed time.

Say, so my bag went missing\N
from my car last night.

Is that the security camera\N
that you mentioned?

Yeah. Yeah.

Uh! Wait.

Yeah. Okay.

It changes. Here, look.

Frame forwards,\N
Frame backwards.

Frame forwards,\N
Frame backwards.

Do you see there?

Why would the\N
camera angle change?

And, and, and the tarp.

Why would the tarp move?

Abe: Yeah.\N
Big number's changed, too.

Charlie:\N
Yeah, you're right.

Yeah.\N
It goes from 10:30...

to 11:30.

We're missing a chunk\N
of the footage.

Well, that happens\N
all the time.

Yeah, Jed\N
explained it to me.

It seems that the wind\N
gets caught up in the circuit.

(doorbell chimes)

I wanted to come\N
check on you.

See if you're\N
feeling better.

I'm in complete mourning.

Just the total absurdity\N
of dying like this

after surviving,\N
like, the war.

I think he mostly\N
did paperwork.

His shift starts\N
in a few hours.

I can't believe\N
he's not going to be there.

Wait, you know that\N
those guys aren't actually,

like, heroes, right?

Like, have you ever heard\N
of, like, Abu Ghraib?

Can you have, like,\N
any respect for the dead?

You know,\N
I was just thinking of...

gettin' out of here soon.

I was thinking\N
of going to Hawaii.

You want to come with.

Why would you say that?

I'm not going\N
to Hawaii with you.

Are you serious?\N
That's so weird.

(humming)

Jed:\N
What are you\N
doing up here?

It's a beautiful view.

All the...

All of it.

Jed:\N
Yeah.

Do you want to sit?

I'm good.

Those belong to Sandwich?

What? No. Why,\N
why would you say that?

Uh, I don't know, Jed,\N
I, uh...

I found one of these bottle caps\N
in his apron pocket,

and I thought maybe\N
you might have lied to me

and he was up here with you\N
last night, after all.

Well, one,\N
what do you fuckin' care?

And two,\N
people drink beer.

Charlie:\N
Well, for one,\N
a friend of mine

is in jail right now\N
for Damian's murder.

But then there's a lot\N
of weird bullshit

going on around here,

all of which is leading me\N
to fucking care

what happened\N
on this roof last night.

And for two, Sara told me\N
that Damian told her

that he was coming up\N
to see you.

Bullshit.

Sure you don't\N
want to sit?

Yeah.\N
He was up here last night.\N
I was embarrassed.

I didn't want\N
to mention it.

Charlie:\N
Embarrassed.

Yeah, 'cause

he asked me\N
to leave Sara alone.

Like, I'm creeping on her,

and he's some\N
white knight hero.

It was fucking humiliating.

Yeah, and that, uh,

must have\N
made you angry, huh?

You got a thing for Sara?

A thing?

For little daddy's girl,\N
gets everything she wants.

Princess in her castle.

I couldn't shake\N
the dust off fast enough.

She's gonna be sitting over\N
there, still selling Twinkies

and blowing truckers\N
when I'm long gone,

'cause I actually\N
took control of my life

and fuck you to this place,\N
I made it happen.

Made it.

I mean, I...

You didn't make shit. Right?

You won the lottery.\N
That's dumb luck.

Hey, look at Damian.

He played every day,\N
and he never won. Right?

Yup.

Bullshit.

* *

Hey, can, can I get one\N
of the, uh, the scratchers?

Uh, whichever one\N
Sandwich played.

Thanks, buddy.

You know what,\N
uh, let me get a few more.

That's a fool's path\N
to riches.

Amen, brother. Amen.

(clears throat)

What do you want?

I think I've\N
kind of been a dick.

Uh, no.

Yeah. I just think, like,\N
I haven't gotten any sleep.

I'm having a hard time\N
emotionally regulating.

Probably a combination\N
of Damian's senseless death

and I started\N
this new birth control,

and that's making me\N
really hormonal.

I shouldn't have\N
taken it out on you.

Nah, it's cool.

I actually figured\N
you were hormonal.

I forgive you.

Cool. Yeah. Great.

Hey, unrelated,\N
can I see your scratch-off?

I've never seen anyone win,\N
like, more than $5.

It'd be cool to see\N
an actual winning ticket.

Oh yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, wait, what the fuck?

Hey, give that back.

(gasps)\N
Weird.

What's weird?

Oh, uh, you know,

I, I, I just bought\N
a few scratchers myself.

I didn't win anything. No.

It's a fool's path\N
to riches.

But I did notice,

every ticket has\N
a, a serial number.

It's printed right there\N
on the, on the side

and, well, the serial numbers\N
are apt to be--\N
they're sequential.

That means in order.

I know. So?

So then I remembered\N
that I saw this trucker

playing one of those kinds\N
of scratch-offs this morning.

It was a Gold Rush.

It was right before\N
I picked up my car,

which is right before\N
you bought your ticket.

This trucker,\N
he didn't win anything,

(chuckles)\N
and he threw it away.

-Eww.\N
-I know, but...

seven-four-three,\N
six-three...

four-fifty-four.

Uh, the number\N
on this ticket,

it ends in 454.

So that means\N
if you, uh,

really bought your ticket

after this guy,

well, then your number,\N
it would end with, uh,

455 or maybe...

56, yeah, you know,\N
even 57.

But it doesn't, right?

No. Your ticket number\N
is 450.

M-maybe there's a misprint.

Charlie:\N
Or maybe,

maybe you didn't buy\N
that ticket at all.

Maybe, maybe Damian bought\N
that ticket last night,

like he did every night.

And maybe he brought it\N
up to the roof.

Yeah. And, and maybe

when it was just the two\N
of you alone out there,

well, he realized he'd won.

And maybe...

you killed him for it.

I didn't do it.

I know you did,\N
you motherfucker.

-Abe: Hey.\N
-(high-pitched whine)

Everything alright\N
in here?

Oh, yeah.\N
We're just...

Yeah, sorry,\N
I had these turned up

a little bit too high.

Yeah. You okay?\N
You good?

Yeah. She's just\N
gettin' out of here.

Alright, I'll go\N
warm up the car.

Yeah.

Cool.

Well, you got me.

I did it.

So why don't we\N
call the cops?

I'm sure they'd love\N
to hear some

half-baked theory\N
about serial numbers

from a vagrant who...\N
lives in her car.

It's not just a theory.

You admitted it.

To you.

You're not a cop.\N
You're just some woman.

Got no proof.

I'm not on camera\N
like your friend.

If I'm wrong...

let's give 'em a call.

We can tell 'em, "Hey,\N
it's Jed from the rest stop

"at 421, Route 66,

and," uh...

Sorry,\N
what's your name?

(snaps fingers)\N
Charlie Cale.

Your registration's\N
in the glove box.

Did you know that you're\N
a person of interest

in a bunch of deaths\N
in Nevada?

I'm sure the cops\N
would love to talk to you.

-(gadget beeping)\N
-What's that?

Nothing.

If I were you...

I'd get in\N
my trash bucket,

and I'd speed\N
the fuck out of here

before I call\N
the cops on you.

All set.\N
Ready to go.

Jed:\N
Have a safe trip.

Drive safe.

Fucking Christ, Marge.\N
Ah, man, I'm sorry.

Man: (on radio)\N
Don't miss our hilarious new

hidden camera show\N
"Prank Yankers."

You won't believe\N
what people do

when they don't know\N
they're being filmed.

Thursdays at 12:00.\N
Don't miss it.

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

(rattling)

-Hey. Uh, hi.\N
-Hey.

-So--\N
-I'm trying to sleep, lady.

-Oh, of course--\N
-I take six small naps a day.

-I got a method.\N
-Yes, yes.

So that's your\N
dash cam, right?

-Yeah.\N
-Okay, good.

And, you see, it's pointed\N
right at the rest stop.

It's pointed right\N
at where Marge--

You don't know\N
any of this, okay.

So it's recording\N
all the time?

Wouldn't be much good\N
if it didn't.

Right.\N
And your, uh, radio,

so you can just contact\N
any trucker

on the road with it, right?

Yeah, if you got\N
their call sign.

Uh-huh, cool.\N
So, okay,

just two, no,\N
three more questions.

Wait. Hello.

Hi. Uh, I'm looking\N
for a trucker

that was here last night.

He was eating\N
a burger at the bar.

That narrows it down\N
to about ten people.

Okay, He was in,\N
he was wearing a flannel.

He had his, uh,\N
his hat pulled down low.

Dammit. Uh...

Okay, look,\N
he had his,

his truck parked\N
right outside that window.

It had an animal logo on it,

like a cat-like\N
badger-mouse-type animal,

some animal\N
with legs and fur

and fucking fuck-like thing,\N
what was it?

Is that a squirrel?

Nah, some kind of dog.

No, not a squirrel.\N
Not a dog.

Uh, which one\N
eats wood?

Dumbass, none of them\N
eat wood.

-Man: Guinea pig. Guinea pig.\N
-Man 2: Capybara.

Ah, geez.\N
Fucking useless.

-Opossum.\N
-Oh, that's--

(overlapping chatter)

Yeah, look,\N
take a look--

Quiet, quiet,\N
quiet please,

I, I, I need\N
to think. Okay.

Geez.

(humming)

That's it. That's all\N
that's been on my mind all day.

(snaps fingers)\N
That is the key.

Does anybody know this song?

(humming)

Man: (singing)\N
Okay!

You say you got\N
a pretty face.

But the rest of you\N
is outta place.

That's it. Fox.

All:\N
* Fox on the run *

* You scream\N
and everybody comes *

* A-running *

* Take a run\N
and hide *

* Yourself away *

* Foxy on the run *

Okay, check it out,\N
he was here last night.

He was driving a truck\N
with a fox logo on the side.

Now, listen, does anybody\N
know his, his call sign?

-FoxCo.\N
-FoxCo Shipping.

-Must be Pickleback.\N
-Fucking Pickleback.

Fucking Pickleback.\N
Okay, great.

Get Pickleback\N
on the radio, alright.

Tell him to take a look\N
at his dash cam footage

from last night.

The cops are gonna\N
want to see that.

It's gonna prove\N
they got the wrong lady

sitting in a jail cell\N
right now.

I knew she didn't do it.

-We'll find him.\N
-Okay.

Huh, Pickleback.

(doorbell chimes)

Can I help you?

Have you seen this woman?

She used your ATM\N
about four hours ago.

Oh yeah, she just left.

You know where she went?

Not sure.

I think she said\N
she was going to LA.

-Are you sure?\N
-Yeah.

She said she loves the beach,\N
sand, swimming. All of it.

(phone beeps)

I found her.

Yeah. She's headed West. LA.

(doorbell chimes)

(engine revving)

When I brought\N
her car around, I...

I noticed that somebody had\N
been messing with her brakes.

Imagine that?

So I fixed 'em for her,\N
you know, gratis.

Well, what--

What are you, you thinking?

I've always treated you\N
like you were my own son.

Abe, I don't know\N
what you think.

But it's not my fault.

That bitch...

she had it out for me,\N
I swear.

She, she was trying\N
to frame me.

(high-pitched whine\N
from hearing aids)

Jed (muffled):\N
She was, she was\N
the one who did it.

I'm, I'm the real victim here.

(inaudible)

(Donald Fagen's\N
"The Goodbye Look" playing)

(mimicking truck horns)

(horn blares)

(police sirens\N
wailing in distance)

* The surf was easy\N
on the day I came to stay *

* On this quiet island\N
in the bay *

* I remember *

* A line of women\N
all in white *

* The laughter and\N
the steel bands at night *

* All the Americans are gone\N
except for two *

* The embassy's been\N
hard to reach *

* There's been talk\N
and lately *

* A bit of action\N
after dark *

* Behind the big casino\N
on the beach *

* I know what happens *

* I read the book *

* I believe I just got\N
the goodbye look *

* I believe I just got\N
the goodbye look *

* I believe I just got\N
the goodbye... *

* I believe I just got\N
the goodbye look *

* *