All language subtitles for Poker.Face.S01E03.1080p.HEVC.x265-MeGusta[eztv.re]_track3_eng

(sobbing)

(train horn blaring\N
in distance)

(train horn blaring)

(meat sizzling)

(sniffles)

Woman:\N
George.

I'm a murderer.

Taffy: Look, Lou, I'm not\N
yanking your chain, okay.

Matter of fact, I just closed\N
on a massive beef rub deal.

I got a license deal\N
with McCormick.

All we need is\N
a few John Hancocks,

and the green\N
will start rolling in.

Lou: (on phone)\N
Goddamn it, Taffy,

do you know\N
who you borrowed from?

These are Dallas people.

They send someone down\N
to deal with you,

- they're gonna\N
deal with you!\N
- (phone ringing)

I got another call comin' in,\N
but hear me out.

Just tell 'em everything's\N
gonna be okay.

It's just, it's all\N
in escrow, man.

Alright,\N
I'll talk to you. Bye.

Whew.

Taffy Boyle speakin'.

Man: (on phone) Oh, hi.\N
This is Michael Larson

from Port Arthur Bank\N
and Trust,

and I just wanted\N
to go over...

Taffy: Nope.

(exhales)

(horn tooting "Dixie")

* Got in a little trouble *

* At the county seat *

* Lawd, they put me\N
in the jailhouse *

Jamie, how's your ma doing?

Oh, her back's\N
not so good.

Aw, shucks, you know,\N
I'm gonna give her

a shoutout\N
on the show tonight.

Jamie: That'd make\N
her week, Taff.

Sheriff, you better\N
have a warrant

the way you harassing\N
that meat right there.

Brisket's so good,\N
ought to be illegal.

Look here, everybody:

Don't forget to floss.

And remember\N
what we like to say,

you know what\N
our slogan is:

"We'll put the meat\N
in between your teeth,

but you gonna get it out."

(laughter)

Where have you been?

Come on, Mandy.\N
Look, I'm not a teleporter.

I got here\N
as soon as I can.

You need to talk\N
to your brother.

He's just been standing\N
in the meat locker

like some kind of ghost.

Taffy: He's your husband.\N
You know how he gets.

What's the problem now?\N
What, the new kid,

he used hickory\N
instead of apple wood?

This is different, Taffy.

I've never seen him\N
like this.

Hey, George.

We have built\N
a temple of carnage.

(Taffy laughs)

You bet your ass,\N
brother, we have.

Oh, whoa, wait a minute.

Uh, look,\N
look here, George,

when we done\N
with this beef rub deal,

okay, how about,

how about you and Mandy\N
take a vacation,

go to the Gulf\N
and celebrate.

It'd be your\N
second honeymoon.

Matter of fact, here,\N
I got the contract right here.

We can get everything\N
done right--

I don't need a vacation.

I need out.

You need\N
o-o-out of what?

Out of all of it.

The restaurant,\N
the beef rub deal,

the self-perpetuating cycle\N
of endless cruelty.

I'm going vegan, Taffy.

Y-y-you're going vegan?

I no longer want\N
to participate

in the sale\N
of animal products.

Taffy:\N
Okay, uh, George,

you're a renowned pitmaster.

Your whole dang life\N
has been animal products.

Which is why\N
this is hard for me.

I'd like to take my half\N
of the business

and begin the next phase\N
of my journey.

Come on, man,\N
you know I can't buy you out.

I don't save like you.

I already spoke\N
to JJ Ruskin in town,

and he could take\N
a look at our books.

He'll give us\N
a fair shake.

What the fuck do JJ Ruskin\N
know about our books?

Huh? Why the fuck\N
are you talking to--

He don't know-- Look here,\N
let me tell you something,

I do my books\N
a special way

It's only a certain way\N
I can understand.

JJ Ruskin not gonna understand\N
how to do my fucking--

Hey, we're going\N
to figure this out.

Alright? Don't worry.

But this is happening.

(door closes)

Mandy, I feel like...

like everything's\N
closing in, you know?

I don't know what to do.

* *

Okay...

(clicking)

(heavy breathing)

Now look here, y'all know\N
I love to run my mouth.

But you have to know\N
that my brother George

is the real genius.

That's right.\N
He could take\N
a piece of meat

and make it\N
into something divine.

And you know what make George\N
so good at what he do?

Is how much he cares\N
about the details.

Now look, I thought\N
I'd come by one last time,

to see if I can convince you\N
to change your mind.

Hmm?

You sure?

I'm sure.

How about we do this,\N
let's, let's--

Why don't we just\N
sit here and enjoy...

this beautiful sunset.

(bottles clink)

Mm.

Daddy's ax.

Remember all those

wood-splitting competitions\N
we would have?

- Mm-hmm.\N
- I could not beat you once.

I could not hold a candle\N
to my brother George.

And Daddy damn sure\N
made sure I knew that too.

Well, what good's\N
a mean brisket

without butts\N
on the benches.

You and Mandy\N
made this place,

came up with\N
the radio show.

Floss.\N
People love the floss.

Yeah, they do love\N
that floss.

You know,\N
people take it home and...

use it with they own food.

(laughter)

I'm really going\N
to miss you.

I really am.

You're going to be alright\N
without me.

I know.

Everybody!\N
Why don't we give it up\N
for my brother George.

(cheering and applause)

* Why don't you try\N
the vibration? *

* It's number one\N
in the nation *

Taffy, what are you\N
still doing here?

- You're on in five.\N
- I'm going. I'm going.

Don't get your panties\N
in a twist.

(horn tooting "Dixie")

* I said it's uptight,\N
alright, yeah *

* I got the feeling, yeah *

* Baby, make it alright *

* Got to do\N
the vibration *

She's all ready\N
for you, Mr. Boyle.

I appreciate that, Austin.

And here you go, here's\N
a little something for you.

Oh.

Enjoy that.

Hey, there, come on,

Belgrade, hmm?

Pineland. Carthage.\N
Nacogdoches.

And any other straggler\N
that's tuning in.

You know what it is?\N
It's your source\N
for everything barbecue.

BBQ-and-A.

And I'm your favorite host...

(over speakers):\N
...Taffy Boyle. (laughs)

But enough about me.\N
I want to hear from you.

- (phone rings)\N
- Caller, you're on the line.

Got some happy customers\N
here, Taff.

Say hi, everyone.

CROWD:\N
Hi, everyone!

Hello, everyone.\N
Back to you.

Now, look, that voice sounded\N
really familiar to me.

Is that who I think it is,\N
my sister-in-law Mandy Boyle?

Hey, Mandy.\N
Won't you do me a favor?

Kick off the show\N
with the first question.

What you eatin' there, Luce?

Best damn hot links\N
in the state.

Ooh, best damn\N
hot links in the state.

You know, so one\N
of my favorite things

at Boyle Barbecue\N
is the hot links,

and that's what this show\N
should be about.

So I think tonight\N
we ought to talk about

how the sausage gets made.

And I mean it literally.

Now, you guys know\N
I love to run my mouth,

but you have to know\N
that my brother George

is the real genius.

That's right. He could\N
take a piece of meat

and make it\N
into something divine.

And you know what make George\N
so good at what he do?

Is how much he cares\N
about the details.

We used to buy\N
our hot links from a farm

that shall go unnamed.

But my brother George\N
had a problem

with the texture\N
of the casing.

- (window creaking)\N
- He said to me, "Taffy,

from now on, we're sourcing\N
our own intestines..."

(Taffy on recording continues)

...the intestine casing,\N
they're thinking about

the meat inside,\N
and that's a mistake.

The intestine is like\N
a beautiful ship

that brings the meat\N
on a journey...

* *

(George snoring)

(Taffy continues on recording)

(snoring)

Shit.

(gas hissing)

Taffy: (on recording)\N
...real careful, real gentle,

so they never see it comin'.

(dog growling)

Hey!\N
Where the fuck\N
you come from.

- (barking)\N
- Shoo!

Shh. Shh.

(whispering)

Get away from me.

(barking continues)

(growling)

- (wood thuds)\N
- (dog yelps)

Taffy:\N
Shit, shit, shit, shit,\N
shit, shit, shit, shit.

(train horn blares)

Taffy: (on recording)\N
I bet that's why\N
folks like yourselves

keep comin' back\N
again and again.

At Boyle's,\N
we do everything we can

to make sure every last bite\N
is damn near perfection.

- (window creaking)\N
- And I want you all to know,\N
we're mighty grateful to you.

Well, I hope that\N
answered your question

but I've been goin' on about\N
hot links for long enough.

(alarm beeping)

Alright.

I think it's about time\N
we take another call.

How you feel about that?

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

I think it's time that\N
we take another call, okay?

How about that?\N
(laughs)

(dialing)

(phone rings)

- Oh, here we go.\N
- Mandy: Taffy Boyle.

Nobody should know\N
that much about sausages.

(crowd laughs)

Oh, come on.\N
Is that you again, Mandy?

You gotta give somebody else\N
a opportunity to talk.

Come on, now.

Well, I just had\N
to call in

and tell you what\N
a damn windbag you are.

(laughter)

Taffy:\N
Oh, now I'm a windbag.

I really love that, huh.

Let me tell you something,

let you know now,\N
if you thought that was a lot,

we get plenty of more show\N
where that came from.

So you better buckle up,\N
little lady.

Mandy: (on phone)\N
We're buckled up, Taffy.

No more long rants\N
about sausages.

(horn tooting "Dixie")

(tires screech)

(country music playing)

(people cheering, applauding)

Another great show, Taffy.

It's all about\N
the details, my friend.

All about the details.

(chuckles)

(country music continues)

(fire crackling)

(door bell rings)

(dog barking)

Uh, hey.

Hi. How you doing? Hi.\N
Your dog is in my car.

Uh, we don't have a dog.

We're a gas station.

(barking continues)

Uh...

Okay.\N
Go on. Disperse.

(barking continues)

Ow!

Jesus.

Out. Let's go.\N
Out the car.

- Out the car.\N
- (dog growling)

This was a fun bit, but,\N
ow, it's time to go. Go!

Oh geez, you're so strong.\N
What's wrong with you?

- Ow, geez.\N
- (dog growling)

Oh wow, look at this.

Yummy, yummy pork rinds.

All doggies like that.

Come on.\N
A little Hansel and Gretel.

Okay. You know what?

A little company might be nice.

(dog farts)

Ugh. Ugh.

You know what, I'm having\N
some hard regrets

re: my hospitality.

(barking continues)

Oh, Jesus.\N
Okay, you know what,

how about some music.\N
Yeah?

Tame the savage whatever.

(country music playing)

No?

(Spanish music playing)

(rock music playing)

Radio host:\N
Did you know\N
85 percent of Mexicans

have criminal records.

- They're erasing us folks.\N
- Bullshit.

Radio host:\N
Us real Americans.

- (barks)\N
- Oh!

Radio host:\N
Every day the wall\N
goes unfinished...

This is what you want\N
to listen to.

Radio host:\N
...and rapists arrive

on our hallowed soil.

MAGA dog.\N
Perfect.

Radio host:\N
...malfeasance on the part\N
of the government.

Listen carefully, Patriots.

The truth train's-a-comin'.

And there she blows,\N
every hour\N
on the quarter here

at the Deep State Dispatch.

(howling)

Oh my god, I'm snapping.\N
Okay? This is me snapping.

I am snapping\N
right here.

You racist, homophobic,\N
anti-Semitic, flatulent,

just... bad dog.

Bad dog!

Yeah, I said it. Uh-huh.

Oh, now you want to get out?

Oh, okay.

You bet your goose-stepping\N
fascist dog ass.

(dog whining)

Very good. Go build a wall,\N
you jackboot piece of shit.

- (growling)\N
- All: Oh!

Oh fuck.

- (people screaming)\N
- (dog barking)

Shit.

Hey, hey. Hey, hey, you.\N
Is that your dog?

Uh, no.

Okay. I just saw you let it out.\N
What do you mean, no?

That dog has ate\N
$300 worth of food,\N
and you're gonna pay for it.

It was a couple of sausages.\N
Where did you get that math?

Look here, we got a problem,\N
I'll go tell the sheriff.\N
He's right at table five.

There is no need to jump\N
to extremes. I just, uh...

I typically don't carry around\N
that kind of cash.

How much would you say\N
a spare tire is worth?

Hey, what's the problem here?

The problem is, is that\N
her little mangy mutt

has ate half a steer.

Okay, look,\N
that dog is an asshole.

There's no daylight\N
between us on that.\N
I just...

Look, I'm kind of broke,\N
and I could really use a break.

We could always use\N
a extra hand in the pit.

George, okay, we're not hiring\N
some vagabond. Come on.

George:\N
What do you say? Huh?

Work a shift,\N
we call it square.

If you like it, you stay on.

Barbecue means many things\N
around the world.

But in Texas,\N
it means beef.

And we like\N
to keep things simple.

Meat, salt, pepper,

and the fourth ingredient,\N
wood.

Now, our main smokers\N
use a blend of hickory,

apple, mesquite,\N
and cherry.

(sniffs)\N
Hmm, which one is this?

(sniffs)

(exhales)

George, I got no idea.

Good barbecue is like\N
a symphony,

playing on all five senses,

and a skilled conductor

can pick out\N
each and every note.

When in doubt,\N
try tasting it.

Ha, ha. You're adorable.

(both laugh)

The reason brisket\N
needs eight hours

is because of the stall.

What's the stall?

The first hour or two,

the temperature is\N
steadily increasing

until you reach about 160.

Then you can get\N
stuck there

for about four, five,\N
even six hours.

See, the stall is where a...

kind of alchemy takes place.

You pull it at 210,

let it rest for an hour,

and always slice

against the grain.

Now, you see that look\N
on your face right there,

that's what it's all about.

Mm.

(sizzling)

So what's up with\N
all the floss?\N
It's everywhere.

Taffy's big innovation\N
and our trademark quirk.

- I think it's great.\N
- Bullshit.

Okay, I hate it.

We do all this

and we leave our customers

with a putrid\N
chemical cinnamon.

It's a... air horn\N
at the symphony.

Huh.

Meat poet.\N
Look at you.

George:\N
These animals give their lives,

and I believe in honoring\N
their sacrifice

by using\N
every last part of them.

(sizzling)

Are those, uh...

dicks?

Tongue.

It is my absolute\N
favorite thing\N
that we make here.

I use pecan\N
just for this.

(sniffs)

An unusual wood.

(sniffs)

Hey. That smells different.

Mm-hmm.

Huh.

Does Mandy ever stay\N
up here with you?

Hmm. She prefers\N
the house in town.

Must get boring.

Nah.

Alone at night...

I do my best thinking.

You can hear what the universe\N
is trying to tell you.

Yeah. Sounds boring.\N
You a movie guy?

You like animals, right?

So, let's see,\N
we got "Babe"...

what else, "Charlotte's Web,"\N
and we got "Okja."

Uh, I've only seen\N
the first half of that one,

but it's pretty cute\N
so far.

Uh, oh and there's...

* *

(sobs)

(sizzling)

(sniffles)

George?

I'm a murderer.

So I just said it.

Taffy, I'm out.

So I'm out.

Wow.

Good for you.

You know,\N
it took guts to do that.

And for what it's worth,\N
I don't think\N
you're a murderer.

I think you're\N
a good person, George.

You, uh...

you live\N
on the road, right?

Uh... yeah.\N
Yeah, I guess I do.

So what's it like?

To leave everything behind\N
and start fresh?

Well, it's, uh...\N
it's easy.

Too easy maybe.

A life of fresh starts.

But it suits me.

And, yeah, and you get\N
to meet all sorts of people

and all sorts of lives.

- All sorts of lies?\N
- Lives.

But, you know,\N
sometimes I just,

I take a map,\N
I pick a spot,

and I head there.

So what are you\N
going to do?

I have no idea.

And that should scare me,\N
but it don't.

- One thing I do know--\N
- Mandy: Charlie!

Where did you go?

Oh, I guess\N
I kind of work here.

Well, I should probably go.

But, uh, what's\N
the one thing you know?

- Don't leave me hanging.\N
- Mandy: Charlie!

Go on.\N
I'll tell you later.

Eh, I'll hold you to that.

Hope things\N
don't get too hectic\N
in the pit without me.

Oh. Come on, I've had\N
three whole days of training,

- I'm practically a pro.\N
- (George chuckles)

Hot, hot, hot, holy hell.

Hot, hot.

- Geez.\N
- You know,\N
we have fire gloves.

What? Oh God, great.

Okay, your timing is just\N
chef's kiss, Beto.

(car horn tooting "Dixie")

(applause)

Another great show, Taffy.

It's all about\N
the details, my friend.

All about the details.

(chuckles)

(country music playing)

(door closes)

Mandy:\N
How'd it go?

Fine.

Beto, I can't find\N
the paprika.

Can you go ask George\N
where it is?

It's...

Beto:\N
Help!

(Beto screams)

- Help!\N
- (people gasp)

(crowd exclaiming)

Taffy: (clears throat)\N
Uh...

you know, I know it's hard\N
to move forward

from a tragedy like this,

but, um, me and Mandy\N
discussed this and...

(sighs) we think\N
the best way to honor

my brother George's\N
memory is, um...

is by keeping\N
Boyle's Barbecue goin' strong.

This place here\N
brings people together.

Puts smiles on their faces,\N
meat in their bellies.

And I know that's what\N
my brother George...

I know that's what\N
he would have wanted.

(quietly): Bullshit.

(indistinct chatter)

Uh, hey, uh...

I think\N
I'm gonna hit the road.

You gonna be alright\N
in the kitchen without me?

It'll probably be easier.

I appreciate the honesty.

I, I know he was going\N
through some heavy stuff,

but he seemed...

I don't know, happy.

I don't think\N
that's so unusual

once people have\N
made up their minds.

You think it could\N
have been an accident?

Nah. Sheriff confirmed\N
it was a suicide.

He shut all the windows.\N
He locked it from the inside.

I had to force\N
the door open myself.

George knew\N
what he was doing.

Alright, well, uh...

Hey, um, if you see\N
that fascist dog,

tell him he's\N
a real asshole for me.

(clicks tongue)

Attorney:\N
Here.

Woman: (on phone)\N
And again, very happy

to be in business with you.

But we could have waited\N
to finish the signing.

We know you're\N
in mourning.

Look-look here,\N
we appreciate\N
your condolences.

But as you know,\N
more than anything,

my brother George\N
cared about sharing

his signature beef rub\N
with the world.

Taffy and I just\N
really feel it's important

to make his dreams\N
a reality.

Attorney: (whispering)\N
This last one\N
is just an initial.

Woman: (on radio)\N
Welcome to the knitting circle

with me, Cathy Jay.

Today, I'll be\N
debating the merits

of diamond\N
honeycomb stitch,

with a very special guest,

my dear friend Meryl Beauregard.

You poor dumb little turd.

- (barks)\N
- Ow, asshole.

(whimpers)

He'll be fine\N
after a few days' rest.

I mean, what kind\N
of a person runs a dog over

and then just\N
leaves it there.

Doctor:\N
Oh, he wasn't run over.

Someone beat him\N
with a piece of wood.

What's that now?

Yeah, it was brutal.

I extracted those\N
from his head wound.

I'm also not certain\N
this dog is entirely dog.

It could be\N
up to 25 percent jackal.

Oh. Behaviorally,\N
that tracks.

You can tell by the teeth.

One was ripped out recently.

That's what first drew\N
my attention to the...

What the fuck\N
are you doing?

(oboe music)

(light flute music)

I thought you\N
was leavin'.

Oh, I am. Yeah.

Just, uh, doing\N
a wood thing,

'cause dog justice.

- You don't care.\N
- I don't care.

Uh...

(oboe music)

(light flute music)

(symphony building)

(symphony continues)

We are done.

Dallas guys are paid.

It is over.

No more bridge loan shit.

Yes, I'm in agreement.

There is going to be\N
some changes around here.

Okay. Change is good.\N
Change is healthy.

From now on,\N
I'm handling the finances.

Look, we done\N
what had to be done, right?

Now we can move on\N
with our lives.

Yeah. Mandy,\N
you thought of everything.

We should get back\N
out there.

Put on a good show.

Charlie:\N
Yeah, I'm just trying\N
to figure out, like,

where was he,\N
you know.

When was the last time\N
you saw him?

Taffy:\N
Hey, Charlie.

Uh, what are you doing here?\N
Didn't you quit?

Oh, yeah, I did.

Uh, I'm just trying\N
to figure out...

When was the last time\N
you saw that fascist\N
asshole dog?

Okay. Um, how about\N
we talk in my office?

Alright. What are you\N
doing here, Charlie?

Oh, you know, I, I, I think\N
there's been a murder.

Murder?

Charlie: Well,\N
you know, not a murder

but an attempted murder,\N
so I...

I think someone tried to kill\N
that little shithead dog.

A dog?

You do know my brother\N
just died, right?

Oh no, I know.\N
And I'm very sorry.

Uh, I-I'm just,

I'm trying to figure out\N
what happened.

So someone beat it\N
with a log

over by\N
your brother's trailer,

which, I mean,\N
I get it.

That thing can be\N
a real dick.

But then they moved it.

I mean,\N
that's weird, right?

What do you mean\N
they moved it?

Well, because of\N
the pecan.

The pee-what?

The pecan wood?

Eh, I could hear\N
when I tasted...

there were traces

of pecan wood\N
in the dog wounds.

And that means

the murder weapon\N
came from--

Okay. When did you\N
become CSI?

Look, it's just\N
a dead dog in Texas.\N
That's it.

Well, mm...

I mean,\N
it's not just though.

You've got two kind of\N
mysterious incidents

in very close proximity\N
to each other.

My brother's death\N
is not mysterious.

It's tragic.

Well...

yeah, but now that\N
we're talking it through, uh...

I think maybe the dog\N
saw something

related to your\N
brother's death.

- Like what?\N
- Like, I don't know.

Malfeasance.

Malfeasance?

Something that someone

didn't want it to see,

and they felt that the dog\N
had to be silenced.

I mean, you do know\N
dogs can't talk, right?

Well, nobody's saying\N
dogs can talk.

So what are you saying,\N
Charlie?

Well...

he said\N
he'd tell me later.

The last time George\N
and I talked,

he said he'd tell me\N
something later.

And he believed it.

And that means, you know,\N
he thought he'd be alive

at the end of the night.

Look...

we're all taking this\N
really hard, Charlie.

Do you know I would give\N
all of this up...

to have my brother back.

Bullshit.

Sorry.

(sniffs)

You know what I think?

I think...

you need to get\N
the fuck out of town

and don't show your face\N
around here again.

Because in Texas,

no matter if you're\N
canine or other,

we do not smile kindly\N
on trespassers.

Is that purely decorative?

Not entirely, no.

Shit.

(engine starts)

(whimpers)

Well, yeah, I know,\N
but he basically said

he'd shoot me\N
if I go back there.

(whines)

Look, you might be right,\N
but we don't have any proof.

I don't know,\N
I just say we move on,

fresh start, you know,\N
put all this behind us.

(dog growls)

Avenge you?\N
I don't even like you.

(whimpers)

(shuts off engine)

(vocalizing)

Fine. Listen,\N
you got to stay here.

Remember,\N
you're a wanted bitch.

(barks)

Just... alright,\N
I'll put on the sicko.

Radio host:\N
I don't know about you,

but what I do\N
in the bathroom

definitely ain't\N
"gender neutral."

Ugh.

Just don't bark.

(people chattering in distance)

I'm so sorry, Taffy.

* I'd rather\N
break my heart in two *

Thank you.

* Than have you spread\N
the word around *

* Every time you put me down *

(sniffs)

(air horn blows)

(air horn blows)

(air horn blows)

An air horn\N
at the symphony.

Hmm.

(clicking)

(gun cocks)

* *

(sighs)

Mandy:\N
The heck are you doin'?

The door was locked\N
from the inside,

but that's where\N
the cinnamon floss

comes into play.

Right? Cinnamon floss?

I guess I'm not\N
over the part

where you're\N
a human lie detector.

Yeah, I know.\N
It's, uh, it's crazy, but--

My favorite color\N
is yellow.

Bullshit.

- I grew up in Old Dime Box.\N
- Bullshit.

I grew up in Tanglewood.

Wow.

You ever gamble?\N
'Cause you could\N
make a killing?

(chuckles)

Nah.

I loved my husband.

How about that one?

Out of my purview.

I loved how much\N
he loved what he did.

And then one day he wakes up\N
and decides he hates the thing

that he devoted\N
his life to.

He thinks it's murder.

I can only imagine that.

I still don't believe\N
he wanted to die.

Malfeasance, you said.

Charlie:\N
Yeah.

I think so.

Well, I mean,\N
Taffy's got a solid alibi.

We all heard him\N
on the radio.

Radio host:\N
...these Chinese sonar attacks

have caused a 30 percent\N
increase in homosexuality

amongst our teens.

Their beams are able\N
to traverse vast differences...

- Oh, my God, bullshit.\N
- ...and unlock the hormones

associated with\N
unholy desires!

And I'm going to tell you

how to protect yourself\N
from these sonar attacks.

But, uh, up first,\N
one of my favorite records,

"Filles de Kilimanjaro"\N
by Miles Davis.

Enjoy.

("Filles de Kilimanjaro"\N
playing on radio)

Hey, uh,\N
how can I help you?

Hanky T. Pickens.

Wait, all this,\N
it's all a gag?

I knew you\N
didn't really believe\N
any of this crap.

Yeah. Well,\N
I also hate jazz,

but, uh, that doesn't\N
stop me from doing

(deep voice):\N
Midnight Cool with Dr. James.

Oh, my God.\N
The doctor is in...

Both:\N
...the groove.

Yeah.

Wow.

Yeah, I, I have logged\N
a lot of miles

listening to you, man.

You're blowing my mind\N
right now.

What else do you do?

(gruff voice):\N
The Morning Buzz

with Jimmy the Jerk.

- No.\N
- (female voice):\N
The Knitting Circle

with Cathy Jay.

Fucking Cathy.

Y la Poderosa Super

con DJ Sanchez.

Oh, I, I'm not sure that\N
one's cool to do anymore.

Yeah. You know, I was\N
a theater major in school,

and there's a lot of hours\N
to fill in here.

Uh, you work at,\N
at Boyle's, right?

Yeah. How do you\N
know that?

You kind of smell\N
like a fireplace.

But not in a bad way.

Yeah, I guess I came here\N
to scope out,

poke around something.

I don't know what I\N
actually thought I'd find.

Uh, were you here\N
for last night's BBQ-and-A?

Sure, sure. Uh,\N
Taffy brings me brisket.

Uh, did he... leave

at any point\N
during the show?

No. I was sitting\N
right out there\N
the whole time,

and he never came out.

Can I ask you\N
a weird favor?

(door opens)

When were you gonna\N
tell me you beat a dog

within an inch\N
of its life?

Um...\N
(clears throat)

I wasn't.

Well, now we've got\N
a big problem.

Austin: Here you go.\N
Whole BBQ hour\N
from last night.

Wow. Thanks for your help.

Literally any time.

I cannot overstate\N
how bored I am.

(owl hooting)

Uh, I think I know\N
how he did it.

Oh, Charlie.\N
You scared me.

I've been listening\N
to last night's show,

and there's this\N
16-minute stretch

with no live calls,

where Taffy's just going on\N
about sausage.

So if he had\N
prerecorded that,

well, he could have snuck out\N
and killed George then.

Wow, that's, I mean,\N
that's crazy.

But would that\N
have been enough time?

Well, actually, yes.\N
I, I tested it.

Gah! Fuck you, Dog.

(panting)

Dog.

(panting)

(beeping)

The one piece\N
I can't figure out is that

in order to have\N
prerecorded that,

he would have had to know\N
that he was going to get

a question about hot links.

- He did.\N
- Oh, he did?

He asked me to cue him.

It's something\N
we've done before

when we're trying to move\N
a particular cut of meat.

Like you just go up\N
to someone who's eating it?

Yeah.

Wow. So, I mean, this is,

this is some\N
serious shit, Charlie.

I mean, this is\N
a murder accusation.

- Can you prove it?\N
- Charlie: Prove it?

What, like cop prove it,\N
prove it?

No, very much not.

But goddamn, I swear,\N
there's a piece missing.

You know, something\N
that would tie\N
the whole room together.

It's, it's, it's right\N
on the edge of my brain

just driving me nuts.

Well, if you do\N
find real proof,

you come to me first, okay?

I'm, I'm tight\N
with the sheriff,

and we can go\N
to him together.

(keys jingling)

Good night, Charlie.

(snaps fingers)\N
Paprika.

Paprika?

Yeah, just this\N
stupid little thing\N
that's been bugging me.

'Cause mostly\N
when people lie,

it's for some dumb\N
"who cares" reason,

which I'm sure this is.

So last night\N
in the kitchen,

you said you didn't know\N
where the paprika was,

but y-you did know.

So why were you lying\N
about the paprika?

It was hectic.

There was a lot going on,

and I wanted Beto\N
to find it.

To find it?

(Beto screams)

Right.

Look, Charlie,\N
I like you.

And if Taffy really is\N
who you say he is, then...

well, he must be\N
very dangerous.

For your own safety,\N
I think your best move is

to hit the road,\N
get a fresh start.

(train horn blares\N
in distance)

(dog howling)

God, I told you\N
to be quiet.

(train rattling)

I'm trying to think.

(dog howling)

Charlie:\N
Hey.

Hey. Didn't I tell you\N
not to show your face\N
around here again?

I know what you did,\N
you shit-kicking psycho.

Why don't you do me\N
a favor and just get out?

Nope. 'Cause I got proof.

Cop proof.

Something you missed,\N
and it's going to put you away.

- Oh really?\N
- Well, at first,

it was a lot\N
of little things.

Dog tooth in the ashes,\N
cinnamon floss,\N
George's beer.

You know, I sniffed the bottle,\N
and it didn't smell\N
like anything.

And I thought,\N
what are you doing, Charlie?\N
You're not a poison sniffer.

And anyway, you wouldn't use\N
a poison that would show up

in an autopsy.

You'd use Ambien\N
or something.

But what does Ambien\N
even smell like?

But what's weird was

it really didn't smell\N
like anything.

I mean, not even beer.

You see, someone had\N
washed out the bottle.

I mean, who washes out\N
a bottle of beer?

So you think\N
George was killed

because somebody\N
rinsed out a beer bottle?

Well, then there was\N
your radio show.

I listened to it\N
over and over,

like I was Gene Hackman\N
or something.

- Gene Hackman?\N
- I was looking for a sound.

Uh, something\N
that would prove

that you recorded it\N
ahead of time.

And I found nothing.

Of course, you didn't.

But then I realized\N
it wasn't a sound.

It was the absence\N
of a sound.

Sort of like the beer\N
but for the ears.

The truth train.\N
You know, it goes by\N
every hour on the quarter.

I-- You can hear it\N
in all the other shows.

You should have been\N
able to hear it

in last night's BBQ-and-A,

but it's not there.

- (train horn blaring)\N
- Oh.

(train horn blaring)

So, let me get\N
this straight.

You think that I could be\N
charged for murder

because you didn't hear\N
the sound of a... a train.

(thudding)

Probably not.

But that's when I found\N
the real proof.

The thing that's gonna\N
put your ass away.

Well, I'm going\N
to explain it to you

in great detail\N
right now.

- You see...\N
- (phone ringing)

(groans)

- Hello?\N
- Taffy: We're fucked.

She's got us\N
dead to rights.

Taffy? What are you\N
talking about?

Taffy:\N
That nasty little blonde.

She can prove\N
we killed George.

Wha--?

Okay, calm down, Taffy.\N
Tell me what happened.

Taffy: I'm going\N
to call the sheriff.

Tell him everything.\N
Maybe he'll cut us a deal.

Taffy, do not.

That is the last thing\N
we should do.

Taffy:\N
I'm scared, baby.

I'm so scared.\N
I can't go to prison.

Well, maybe if you'd\N
stuck to my plan

and hadn't attacked\N
that fuckin' dog,

she wouldn't be on to us.

Don't do anything.

I'll be there\N
in 10 minutes.

(mimicking Taffy):\N
See you soon, sweetheart.

Which seems inconsequential

until you consider\N
the atmospherics.

The high yesterday\N
was 72 degrees.

Humidity: 84 percent.

Wind: Four miles per hour\N
from the east.

Not an unusual\N
set of conditions

in and of themselves,

but nothing exists\N
in a vacuum.

Consider: Do you know\N
the smoke point of hickory?

- No.\N
- 570 degrees.

That's 570 degrees.

I'm going\N
to let you ponder

the implications\N
of that for a moment.

Charlie, what the fuck\N
are you talking about?

Look, look, I've been\N
hearing your bullshit

this whole time\N
for 20 minutes straight,

and it doesn't make\N
any fuckin' sense.

Now, for Pete's sake,\N
could you do me a favor

and just let me know what\N
this undeniable evidence is?

It doesn't matter.

- What?\N
- Eh, doesn't matter.

Because I just got\N
a confession, so.

I haven't confessed\N
to anything.

Oh, no, not yours.

What the hell\N
is all this, huh?

It's what your brother\N
taught me.

The most important part\N
of the cook...

it's the stall.

(tires screeching)

What?

Mandy:\N
There he is!

There's my husband's killer.

(in Hanky's voice):\N
Which will conclusively prove

George Soros' role

in orchestrating\N
the plandemic.

But first,\N
dear patriots,

the truth train has\N
brought us a conspiracy

in our own backyard.

Now, you may think\N
you know the story,

brotherly bloodshed\N
at Boyle's Barbecue

where the side\N
of the day is fratricide.

But it turns out\N
there's one more layer

of this bloomin' onion\N
left to peel back.

Now, feast your ears\N
on this.

(Taffy's voice):\N
I'm scared, baby.\N
I'm so scared.

I can't go to prison.

Mandy: Well, maybe\N
if you'd stuck to my plan

and hadn't attacked\N
that fuckin' dog,

she wouldn't be on to us.

(sighs) Shit.

Hanky:\N
Now, it's like\N
I always say,

there's a whole lot\N
of bullshit out there.

So I'd like to give\N
a special shoutout

to the truth tellers.

Those real-life heroes\N
that can sniff it on out.

See, they're our only hope\N
against Soros,

Pelosi, the Zionists,

the Mexicans,\N
the snowflakes,

and the local...

(radio crackles)

('50s rock music playing)

* I'm so glad I found you *

Stay strong,\N
truth tellers.

Stay strong.

* Let me put\N
my arms around you *

* And we'll rock\N
till the break of dawn *

* This feels like heaven *

* Just you and me *

* This feels like heaven *

* Oh yes, indeed *

* Yes, you know you\N
stand here in my arms *

* Rockin' and rollin'\N
all night long *

* Feels like heaven *

* Just you and me *

* I'm in my glory *

* Oh yes, indeed *

* Mmm, seems like a story *

* Just you and me *

* Well, you know\N
you're standin' here,\N
kissing my lips *

* You make my\N
poor heart go *

* This feels like heaven *

* Just you and me *

* I'm so glad I found you *

* 'Cause I was all alone *

* Let me put my arms\N
around you *

* And we'll rock\N
till the break of dawn *

* *