All language subtitles for Poker.Face.S01E02.720p.x265-T0PAZ.mkv3

(Tom Waits'
"Yesterday is Here" playing)

* If you want money
in your pocket *

* And a top hat
on your head *

* A hot meal
on your table *

* And a blanket
on your bed *

* Today is gray skies *

* Tomorrow is tears *

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

* I'm going
to New York City *

* And I'm leaving
on a train *

* And if you want
to stay behind *

* Wait till I
come back again *

* Today is gray skies *

* Tomorrow is tears *

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

* If you want to go *

* Where the rainbows end *

* You will have
to say goodbye *

* All our dreams come true *

* Baby, up ahead *

* And it's out where
your memories lie *

* And the road is out
before me *

* And the moon
is shining bright *

* What I want you
to remember *

* As I disappear tonight *

* Well, today is gray skies *

* Tomorrow is tears *

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

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

(phone beeps)

Alright. Alright.

You guys liked
the last time I showed you

how to make
an off-the-menu sandwich.

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

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

Add your chipotle,
garlic aioli.

If you know, you know.

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

You know, I used
to get asked all the time

what happens after TikTok.

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

especially when
I got out of the Marines.

A year ago,
I was filled with feelings

of lostness and despair.

And if you know,
you know.

But for now,
I'm going to stick

with my sandwich content

because I get to express
my creativity.

And I am so excited about
the different aioli permutations

and the different
possibilities of ham.

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

like going into,
uh, public service,

and I am also open
to becoming a YouTuber.

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

but I think it would be
really cool

if we can hit 100K
for the boys tonight.

(doorbell chimes)

Hey.

Hey.

-Hey.
-Hey.

So where are we going today?

Ooh, Hawaii.

Took me forever
to find that one.

Damian:
Have you been?

Oh yeah. Me and Hawaii.
All the time.

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

Well, you better win soon,

because I think
my professor said

Hawaii is going
to be underwater

in, like, 30 years.

(conversation continues,
indistinct)

(squeaking)

Hey, Sara.

Hey.

Hey, Jed.

So I don't know if you saw,

but, um,
there's going to be

a meteor shower,

and it's supposed to be

really, really beautiful.

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

If both of you
want to come.

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

so maybe another time.

Well, this only happens
once every 33 years.

But yeah. Okay.

(doorbell chimes)

Is he bothering you?

-Jed?
-Yeah.

You know, I learned
to naturally tune this sense.

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

than they look.

Kept me alive out there.

This was in Afghanistan?

Damian:
San Diego.

(sighs)

(doorbell chimes)

Abe cool with you
coming up here?

I, I turn off
the security cameras.

Mind if I, uh...

-Uh, go ahead.
-Thanks.

So, uh, is Sara coming?

No, no.

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

from up here at night.

I can see everything
from up here.

Like I'm a god.

Do you see that truck?

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

Like, not even in range
of the cameras.

Damian:
I don't know.

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

You know what you've got?
Perception.

Yeah. I notice
a lot of stuff.

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

You could be like
a really good sniper--

The military
fucks you up, man.

All that PTSD and shit?

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

Dude, you watch
way too many movies.

I don't like movies.

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

Hey, I'm not trying

to recruit you
or something, okay.

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

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

how big the world
actually is.

And I know
you grew up here.

And when the world
seems small,

it's easy to start...

obsessing over things.

What are you talking about?

You've got to leave
Sara alone.

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

you know,
creeping her out a bit.

-Creeping her out?
-Yeah, man.

You got binoculars
and shit, man.

Yeah.

I think if she had
a problem with me,

she would tell me,
you know, not you.

I mean,
who the fuck are you?

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

a month at best.

I'm the one
who welcomed her here

when her family
first came into town,

I was the one, okay.

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

you ever were
even in this town!

I didn't mean it
like that, okay.

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

Do you ever think
about that with your,

with your sandwiches,

you fucking psycho killer
soldier boy.

I think you need
to calm down, alright?

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

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

No! Nobody gets it--

Hey, hey...

What you're describing
is monotony.

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

was paperwork over and over
and over again, inventory.

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

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

Days just blur together.

No one cares what you do
or what you can,

your creativity.

Feels like
there's no way out, right?

Like there's no future.

(sobs)

Sometimes I think
to myself...

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

climbed in the trunk
and hid.

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

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

Yeah.

Bullshit.

Times I sit up here,

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

They give it out
when you're born

and you either get it
or you don't.

Luck is something
that we created

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

Right. Mr. Celebrity.

Hey. Hey. I did that.

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

I focused on what
I could control

like making sandwiches
and spreading positivity

globally through
my TikToks.

And the rest of it
is just chaos.

Like this. Right?

If I did this
every single day

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

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

get that new iPhone 13.

If I did that
every single day,

I would feel
like a loser.

Nah, fuck that, man.

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

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

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

And that makes it
all the more...

Holy shit.

What?

I think I won.

No.

Uh, no, yeah.

How much?

$25,000.

Holy shit, man.
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.
What's your emergency?

I'm calling from 421,
Route 66.

I think I just saw
a murder.

(loud bang, wheel rattling)

Oh. Oh.
For goddamn...

Ah shit.

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

but like a flutter rattle,
an irregular flutter rattle.

And then, I don't know how,

but a steam explosion
was kind of the kicker.

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

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

Uh, it's busted.

Charlie:
Okay, can you fix it?

I can.

Well, with parts and labor
and, you know,

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

$400.

Ah shit.

Oh, that's a fair price.

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

Well, it's on the sign.

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

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

Well, we're closing up
for the night,

so here's what
we're gonna do.

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

put a bunch of cash
in my hands,

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

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

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

"Top Chef."
Well, God forbid.

Yeah, well, we can
stow your car gratis.

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

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

Take this car
around the side.

Jed: This would be
a nice car...

if you took care of it.

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

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

So, 20 minutes
down the road,

uh, there's a bunch
of motels.

Yeah, you'll be fine.

But your car's
not going anywhere.

So...

Hey, you mind if I try
something a little different

with the cheese-sauce combo?

Just something
I've been working on.

Go nuts.

Thank you.

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

Yeah, but it's
for employees only.

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

there is
a public bathroom.

It's not too gross.

(doorbell chimes)

Mmm.

-Meteor shower tonight.
-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
your shirt day.

Gunshot wound day.

Mind your own business day.

Please. Thank you.

Just because you're wearing
your underwear inside out

doesn't mean
it's really clean.

That trick
only works once.

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

How many days
you've been on the road?

Uh, two days.

A week.

Yeah. Thank you
for your underwear concern.

Have you lost
a lot of blood?

Well, I got plenty
of blood. Thanks.

If you take ibuprofen
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
in your mind.

Lady...

you've got no idea.

Drink.

Yeah.

Alright.

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

Charlie.

-Marge.
-Cheers.

Superglue.

Hmm. Yes, it is.

Ah, good thing.

Neat trick, huh?
Neat trick, that.

Dries quick.
You'll be fine.

Right. Okay.

So, uh, I guess
you must get messed with

a lot in this life
on the road.

Nah, I got my dash cam
over there.

And baby Roscoe.

Whoa.

I used to carry Mace.

But you got to get
too close to use it.

-Defeats its own purpose.
-Right.

Plus, one time I accidentally
sprayed Mace in here

when I was practicing
quick draws.

Couldn't stop crying
for about a month.

Second time in my life
I've ever cried.

Oh yeah?
What was the first?

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

Keep it.
You might need it.

Oh. Thanks.

Same stuff doctors use,

but big pharmacy
doesn't want you to know.

Right.

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

Not counting CB radio.

Yeah.

Flattered.

So, uh, you get,
you get bored

out here alone?

I got my books
on tape on CD.

Narrator:
"Buddhism for Beginners."

Chapter one.

All existence is suffering,

and the source of suffering
is attachment--

Bambi.

So not Marge.

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

Oh.

I'm getting not
gonna hook-up vibes.

Yeah, I don't think so.

You want to go
to the Roadhouse, then?

They got three for ten.

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

There's an extra shirt
if you want it.

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

Trust me,
I don't exist.

So there's nothing

I could find
about you online.

The cops
couldn't find you.

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

No phones,
no bank accounts.

Fake IDs
if you can get them

but better to stick
where people aren't asking.

Never staying in
the same place for too long,

never looking back.

Why?

I got one of those uncles.

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

One day,
I took his money,

pissed on his
favorite chair, and ran.

He used every means
to try to track me down.

Never got his money back.

I love the life, though.

Out here,
Marge is small,

weak, fleshy, a target.

But when I'm driving,

Marge is 80,000 pounds
of pure steel.

Drive, no attachments,
no suffering.

See a hitchhiker
on the road, keep going.

Well, bullshit.

(laughs)

I mean, you stopped
to help me, right?

Hey, listen,
I got the same thing,

can't help it.

Little Miss Galahad
over here.

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

Whoa. No.

So when you use
this card,

ping.

Alright, uh...

ATMs, too?

I used an ATM once,

my uncle showed up
in four hours.

Any place you land,
first thing.

Fuck.

Find a side hustle
that pays cash.

Gold is the ideal.

But surprisingly few people
still use it as currency,

and the ones who do
are mainly freaks.

Bitcoin?

Well,
don't get me started.

-Ahh.
-You want something for that?

You got something?

Side hustle. Cash.

I got a shit ton of
Canadian prescription drugs

in the back of my truck.

Sell 'em along my route.

EpiPens, Viagra,
stuff like that.

Painkillers.

Why didn't you say
something before?

I didn't know
if I could trust you.

Ah, so you trust me now?

Now I'm drunk.

B-R-B.

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

(slurping)

(country music playing
over speakers)

Too easy.

It's for kids.

Yeah, I know.

How about you?
You exist?

Real introvert, huh?

(slurping)

We're closing, okay.

You gotta go home
so I can go home.

The, the sign says
24 hours.

Hey, uh,

do you have, like,
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.
You know what?

I, I understand
the confusion.

Ah! Not today, buddy.
No, no.

Picnic table's
all yours, buzzard.

Jesus.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

(quietly):
Shit.

You're still here.

Cops kept me late
with questions.

Kept everyone.

Asked about you, too.

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

Not to help you.

Just because
I thought you split.

So, uh,
what's the business?

Friend from last night,
she killed a guy.

Huh?

What? Marge?

Yeah.

-No.
-Yep.

Kid who works
the night shift at Subway,

he broke into her truck,
she killed him.

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

I can't believe that.

Wow.

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

Jesus Christ,
she was a weirdo.

She did have
baby Roscoe.

Maybe that makes sense,
I don't know.

The cops say
they got her on tape.

Ah, 'cause of
the dash cam, huh?

No, dash cam
only points ahead.

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

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

Is that what this was?

Jesus, man.

(beeping)

Four hours. Here we go.

(beeps)

Abe:
One and one hundred...

Yeah, there's two hundred.

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

Uh-huh. Mm-hmm.
Three hundred.

It's four $100 bills.

Alright.
Yep, there we go.

Hey, uh,

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

Yeah. Damian.

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

Nice kid.

Fresh out of
the Marine Corps.

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

breaking into trucks.

Jed: Maybe he had
money problems.

What do you mean?

I don't know,
I'm guessing.

Played the lottery
every day.

Never won.

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

I told him
to take the day off,

but he insisted
on working.

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

Huh.

(Charlie singing,
indistinct)

(humming)

Hmm.

Not as good.

Nothin' ever is.

Abe:
Hey, sweet pea!

(keys jingling)

Alright. Thank you.

(doorbell chimes)

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

Which one?

Mm-hmm.
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)
...a long-haul truck driver

was arrested
earlier this morning

after a young man
was found bludgeoned to death

in a rest area off Route 66
near Albuquerque.

Bludgeoned?

Police have yet to release
any further details.

Bludgeoned?

(reporter continues, indistinct)

(tires squealing)

Oh. I thought
you were leaving?

Yeah, I am.

Uh, hey, I know
this is inappropriate

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

but is there any way
I could take a look

at the security camera footage
from last night?

Sure. Yeah.
If you could squeeze in.

Squeeze in.

(laughter)

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

Goddamn!

-Look at that.
-Sinewy.

Like an ant.
Goddamn.

Marge was moving drugs.

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

Whether she did
or didn't do it,

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

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

I, I thought
you had it on tape.

I-- Where's the bludgeoning?

No, look at that angle
right there.

All you can see
is her dumping the body.

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

-Play it again.
-(laughter)

Ooh! God.

(indistinct conversations)

* *

(sighs)

Aw, shit...

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

Yeah.

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

to take a look
at your security footage.

Why? Are you a cop?

Hmm, yeah.

I'm a very deep,
deep undercover cop.

I don't like cops.

Neither do I. Right?

So I,
I'm not a cop.

Then why should I
show you my footage?

Paradoxical.

(doorbell chimes)

You know, I, uh,

always been curious
about these.

I bet they taste
like the future.

(coughing)

Jesus.

What is that?

Cotton candy.

(sighing)

Uh, you want one?

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

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

like, um, public service,

and I'm also open
to becoming a YouTuber.

Were you guys close?

Yeah.

They're saying
he broke into a truck.

Why? He wouldn't do that.

Yeah, he does not seem
like the type.

If only we had, uh,

some way to prove it.

Charlie:
Ehh. That's it?

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

So, Damian,
did you see him
last night?

Sara:
Every night.

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

and then he'd buy
a lottery ticket.

Yeah.

Had this dumb little routine

where he'd pick a state quarter
from my collection

and use it
to scratch it off.

Last night,
he did Hawaii again.

Oof. Ugh.
Yeah, I hate sand.

Swimming,
it's not for me.

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

That's true.

That's weird.

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

I have this thing.

I can tell
if someone's lying.

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

It would take too long
to explain.

It's fine. I don't care.

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

-Jed.
-Yes, Jed.

So Jed told me
that Damian never won,

but he was lying,
I could tell.

However, just now,
when you said it,

you were telling the truth.

I don't get it.

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

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

Jed won the lottery
this morning.

He what?

Twenty-five grand
on a scratcher.

The universe
makes no sense.

That is a hat on a hat.

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

So you and Damian,

you, you did your whole
routine last night?

Yeah. Everything felt normal.

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

the meteor shower
from his roof.

He does stuff
like that a lot.

And, uh, you didn't go?

No, neither of us did.

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

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

Yeah.

No, it's not.

Yeah, it is.

Holy shit.

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

That's just a cat toy.

Why is it a cat toy?

Why is anything anything?

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

Deterrent? Cat toy.

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

So what about,
uh, time cards?

Do you guys punch
in and out or something?

Like at an
old-timey factory?

QR code, something,

whatever the kids
use these days

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

I pretty much
just show up whenever.

You're a real black hole
of information.

Yo!

Employees only.

Come on. That's like
Subway sanctum sanctorum.

Do you think
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
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
on this job.

Well, it must be
your lucky day, kid,

'cause Doctor Superglue
has arrived.

(Charlie humming)

(blowing)

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

Hey, uh,
you catch that, uh,

crazy rat-a-taz last night,

the, uh, the Leonids?

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

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

I'm an alone wolf.

What about the, uh,
the other kids?

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

Why would those guys
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
gonna spend the money yet?

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

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

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

Well, it's too late.

I've already missed out
on too much,

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

which was really high.

You seem smart.

-I am smart.
-Okay.

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

you're right,
No options at all.

I think I'm gonna
go to Hawaii.

Oh. Eww.

Guh. Shit.

My bad.
Let me get that off.

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

The, the superglue?

Yeah, it's a funny thing.

The, uh, the lady
that they're saying

killed Sandwich
taught it to me.

Marge.

She probably saved
my life, actually and...

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

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

I'm going
to have a beer.

Charlie:
Okay. Thanks.

So, you said Damian

wasn't on the roof
last night, right?

-(slams bottle)
-I already told you.

I don't think you did.

I was alone
on the roof all night.

Huh.

Look at the time.
(chuckles)

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

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

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

Is that the security camera
that you mentioned?

Yeah. Yeah.

Uh! Wait.

Yeah. Okay.

It changes. Here, look.

Frame forwards,
Frame backwards.

Frame forwards,
Frame backwards.

Do you see there?

Why would the
camera angle change?

And, and, and the tarp.

Why would the tarp move?

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

Charlie:
Yeah, you're right.

Yeah.
It goes from 10:30...

to 11:30.

We're missing a chunk
of the footage.

Well, that happens
all the time.

Yeah, Jed
explained it to me.

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

(doorbell chimes)

I wanted to come
check on you.

See if you're
feeling better.

I'm in complete mourning.

Just the total absurdity
of dying like this

after surviving,
like, the war.

I think he mostly
did paperwork.

His shift starts
in a few hours.

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

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

like, heroes, right?

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

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

You know,
I was just thinking of...

gettin' out of here soon.

I was thinking
of going to Hawaii.

You want to come with.

Why would you say that?

I'm not going
to Hawaii with you.

Are you serious?
That's so weird.

(humming)

Jed:
What are you
doing up here?

It's a beautiful view.

All the...

All of it.

Jed:
Yeah.

Do you want to sit?

I'm good.

Those belong to Sandwich?

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

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

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

and I thought maybe
you might have lied to me

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

Well, one,
what do you fuckin' care?

And two,
people drink beer.

Charlie:
Well, for one,
a friend of mine

is in jail right now
for Damian's murder.

But then there's a lot
of weird bullshit

going on around here,

all of which is leading me
to fucking care

what happened
on this roof last night.

And for two, Sara told me
that Damian told her

that he was coming up
to see you.

Bullshit.

Sure you don't
want to sit?

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

I didn't want
to mention it.

Charlie:
Embarrassed.

Yeah, 'cause

he asked me
to leave Sara alone.

Like, I'm creeping on her,

and he's some
white knight hero.

It was fucking humiliating.

Yeah, and that, uh,

must have
made you angry, huh?

You got a thing for Sara?

A thing?

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

Princess in her castle.

I couldn't shake
the dust off fast enough.

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

and blowing truckers
when I'm long gone,

'cause I actually
took control of my life

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

Made it.

I mean, I...

You didn't make shit. Right?

You won the lottery.
That's dumb luck.

Hey, look at Damian.

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

Yup.

Bullshit.

* *

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

Uh, whichever one
Sandwich played.

Thanks, buddy.

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

That's a fool's path
to riches.

Amen, brother. Amen.

(clears throat)

What do you want?

I think I've
kind of been a dick.

Uh, no.

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

I'm having a hard time
emotionally regulating.

Probably a combination
of Damian's senseless death

and I started
this new birth control,

and that's making me
really hormonal.

I shouldn't have
taken it out on you.

Nah, it's cool.

I actually figured
you were hormonal.

I forgive you.

Cool. Yeah. Great.

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

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

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

Oh yeah.

Okay, thanks.

Hey, wait, what the fuck?

Hey, give that back.

(gasps)
Weird.

What's weird?

Oh, uh, you know,

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

I didn't win anything. No.

It's a fool's path
to riches.

But I did notice,

every ticket has
a, a serial number.

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

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

That means in order.

I know. So?

So then I remembered
that I saw this trucker

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

It was a Gold Rush.

It was right before
I picked up my car,

which is right before
you bought your ticket.

This trucker,
he didn't win anything,

(chuckles)
and he threw it away.

-Eww.
-I know, but...

seven-four-three,
six-three...

four-fifty-four.

Uh, the number
on this ticket,

it ends in 454.

So that means
if you, uh,

really bought your ticket

after this guy,

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

455 or maybe...

56, yeah, you know,
even 57.

But it doesn't, right?

No. Your ticket number
is 450.

M-maybe there's a misprint.

Charlie:
Or maybe,

maybe you didn't buy
that ticket at all.

Maybe, maybe Damian bought
that ticket last night,

like he did every night.

And maybe he brought it
up to the roof.

Yeah. And, and maybe

when it was just the two
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,
you motherfucker.

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

Everything alright
in here?

Oh, yeah.
We're just...

Yeah, sorry,
I had these turned up

a little bit too high.

Yeah. You okay?
You good?

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

Alright, I'll go
warm up the car.

Yeah.

Cool.

Well, you got me.

I did it.

So why don't we
call the cops?

I'm sure they'd love
to hear some

half-baked theory
about serial numbers

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

It's not just a theory.

You admitted it.

To you.

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

Got no proof.

I'm not on camera
like your friend.

If I'm wrong...

let's give 'em a call.

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

"at 421, Route 66,

and," uh...

Sorry,
what's your name?

(snaps fingers)
Charlie Cale.

Your registration's
in the glove box.

Did you know that you're
a person of interest

in a bunch of deaths
in Nevada?

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

-(gadget beeping)
-What's that?

Nothing.

If I were you...

I'd get in
my trash bucket,

and I'd speed
the fuck out of here

before I call
the cops on you.

All set.
Ready to go.

Jed:
Have a safe trip.

Drive safe.

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

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

hidden camera show
"Prank Yankers."

You won't believe
what people do

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

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

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

(rattling)

-Hey. Uh, hi.
-Hey.

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

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

-I got a method.
-Yes, yes.

So that's your
dash cam, right?

-Yeah.
-Okay, good.

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

It's pointed right
at where Marge--

You don't know
any of this, okay.

So it's recording
all the time?

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

Right.
And your, uh, radio,

so you can just contact
any trucker

on the road with it, right?

Yeah, if you got
their call sign.

Uh-huh, cool.
So, okay,

just two, no,
three more questions.

Wait. Hello.

Hi. Uh, I'm looking
for a trucker

that was here last night.

He was eating
a burger at the bar.

That narrows it down
to about ten people.

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

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

Dammit. Uh...

Okay, look,
he had his,

his truck parked
right outside that window.

It had an animal logo on it,

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

some animal
with legs and fur

and fucking fuck-like thing,
what was it?

Is that a squirrel?

Nah, some kind of dog.

No, not a squirrel.
Not a dog.

Uh, which one
eats wood?

Dumbass, none of them
eat wood.

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

Ah, geez.
Fucking useless.

-Opossum.
-Oh, that's--

(overlapping chatter)

Yeah, look,
take a look--

Quiet, quiet,
quiet please,

I, I, I need
to think. Okay.

Geez.

(humming)

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

(snaps fingers)
That is the key.

Does anybody know this song?

(humming)

Man: (singing)
Okay!

You say you got
a pretty face.

But the rest of you
is outta place.

That's it. Fox.

All:
* Fox on the run *

* You scream
and everybody comes *

* A-running *

* Take a run
and hide *

* Yourself away *

* Foxy on the run *

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

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

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

-FoxCo.
-FoxCo Shipping.

-Must be Pickleback.
-Fucking Pickleback.

Fucking Pickleback.
Okay, great.

Get Pickleback
on the radio, alright.

Tell him to take a look
at his dash cam footage

from last night.

The cops are gonna
want to see that.

It's gonna prove
they got the wrong lady

sitting in a jail cell
right now.

I knew she didn't do it.

-We'll find him.
-Okay.

Huh, Pickleback.

(doorbell chimes)

Can I help you?

Have you seen this woman?

She used your ATM
about four hours ago.

Oh yeah, she just left.

You know where she went?

Not sure.

I think she said
she was going to LA.

-Are you sure?
-Yeah.

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

(phone beeps)

I found her.

Yeah. She's headed West. LA.

(doorbell chimes)

(engine revving)

When I brought
her car around, I...

I noticed that somebody had
been messing with her brakes.

Imagine that?

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

Well, what--

What are you, you thinking?

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

Abe, I don't know
what you think.

But it's not my fault.

That bitch...

she had it out for me,
I swear.

She, she was trying
to frame me.

(high-pitched whine
from hearing aids)

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

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

(inaudible)

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

(mimicking truck horns)

(horn blares)

(police sirens
wailing in distance)

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

* On this quiet island
in the bay *

* I remember *

* A line of women
all in white *

* The laughter and
the steel bands at night *

* All the Americans are gone
except for two *

* The embassy's been
hard to reach *

* There's been talk
and lately *

* A bit of action
after dark *

* Behind the big casino
on the beach *

* I know what happens *

* I read the book *

* I believe I just got
the goodbye look *

* I believe I just got
the goodbye look *

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

* I believe I just got
the goodbye look *

* *