All language subtitles for Poker Face S01E01 Dead Mans Hand

Housekeeping.

I'm out.

- That's the gig. You got it?
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. LeGrand.
- Natalie, what's the matter?

- Is he back?
- No, no, no.

I'm fine. I was...

He's not it. I was cleaning the room,

the high roller room.

No, I know, but you have to stop him.

Everything's going to be all right.

Hi, Cliff, he's still in there
with some...

It's all right, Ginger.

Ginger, would you please get Natalie

some water or maybe something stronger.

Just water.

It's Cliff. We have a code red.

Cliff, what's up?

I don't believe it.

It was in the president's suite.

No, I believe,

I believe you. It's just...

It's the Caine suite.

Are you 100 percent certain?

Room 1848.

I know who Mr. Caine is.

I know this is a big deal.

Natalie, it doesn't matter who he is

or how much money he's got,

what he means to this casino.

This is

beyond just moral revulsion.

This is illegal.

You did the right thing.

Now we're going to do
what we need to do. Okay?

I have to...
I left my cart in the hallway.

Leave it. Don't worry about it.

I'll have to at least check out...

Don't clock out.
We'll handle all of it, all right?

You've been through enough tonight.

We're going to have to contact the FBI,

I think, probably have
to give a statement.

I don't know how it works.

But we'll be there for you.

Is your husband home?

Yeah. He is.

You feel safe going home to him?

He's fine. Yeah.

All right, well,

get changed.

Go straight home.

We don't want Caine getting wind
that something is up

and running off
before the FBI can get here.

So for tonight, just don't tell
anyone about this, okay?

Yeah.

You're doing the right thing.

Should we call your father?

No, we're not calling my fuckin' father.

I'm handling this.

I can handle it.

Then tell me what to do.

- Chief.
- Good night, Ben.

Hey, Nat.

We ain't voting.

Goddamn it. I said, we ain't voting!

Jerry.

Okay. It's done.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Where were we?

Yeah. God.

Oh. What's good, John-O?

Yo, yo, yo.

Wanna help me eBay some old Playboys?

I'll cut you in. They're mint.

Ah, John-O. Nah, man.

I got to go to work in a few.

Work?

They're mint.

Mint-arino.

Hey. John-O, where did you get those?

No more break-ins, okay?

I don't want to have
to bail your ass out again.

None of that, no.

John-O's good-o.

Bitty's in the kitty,
shit's in the litter,

and the world is a beautiful place.

Okay, man.

Goddamn.

Ah, jeez.

Hey. Did you leave yet?

You hear about this child porn ring thing?

What?

Yeah, they had it on my news.

Kiddie porn, dark web,
like all the worst shit.

These rich fucks have these rings.

It's all run out of Russia
on the dark web.

Oh, my God.

Charlie, I'm not having a good morning.

I don't need this right now.

Why do you listen to that stuff?

Why do I listen to the news?

Yeah, what's the point?

You can't do anything about it.

Every day, you're mad about something

you can't do anything about.

We're just better off with music,
don't you think?

I'm doing something about it right now.

Look, I don't care.

Come at me, you Russian pervos.

Time's up on that shit. Done.

So, handled.

How you doing? You all right?

Yes, I'm good.

- Oh, bullshit.
- What?

What? I hear bullshit, I say bullshit.

- It's a thing I have, you know.
- Empty your pockets.

So, you're not good. So what's up?

Nothing.

Can we just, maybe, just... Can we not?

- I'm fine.
- Well, bullshit, but all right.

- Come back through.
- Man, it's these things setting it off.

You're wearing a pound of chrome
on your face?

Son of a bitch.

Natalie.

- Charlie.
- Son of a bitch.

Okay, you got me. You got me.

I'm gonna break his face.

I still don't get it.
You looked at his phone?

No, I didn't even. He's such an idiot.

I was knitting on the couch.
The Apple TV was on

with that screensaver
where it puts up our photos.

So, it's like my sister's kids
and our Tahoe shots

when we went last month.

And then it's his dick.

Like, boom, his dick is on the TV.

He didn't even know because it's...
What is it

with the photos on his phone?

- The cloud.
- The cloud.

The cloud of boners.

So, when he gets home, I'm like,

who the fuck are you sending your dick to?

And he plays dumb and then...

That's as good as I can get it.

Thank you, Chelle.

Nat.

Please tell me
that you kicked his ass out.

Yeah, I did.

Bullshit.

Hey, you guys doing okay over here?

Hi, how's it going?

- This is you, right?
- Thank you.

A little scotch on the rocks.

Oh, tiger stripes and tie-dye.

All right, place your bets,
place your bets.

Where's it gonna land?

Nobody knows.

- Hey, Chuck.
- Yeah.

Before you go,
the big guy wants to see you.

Big guy who?

Oh, shit.

All right. What else
does he need for the meeting?

And coffee? All right.

All right. Thanks.
I'll make sure he gets it.

All righty. Bye-bye.

Charlie Cale, I'm here to get fired.

Hello, Miss Cale.

I'm happy to finally meet you.

Yeah, well, all right.

Have a seat.

Something to drink?

No.

Like what?

Anything.

No.

So, I think I know what this is,

and you should just do it.

What do you think this is?

Well, your dad gave you this casino,

what, three months ago?

He didn't give it to me. I manage it.

All right. And I think maybe there was

a lot to do with the handover
and the paperwork and stuff.

And so, for whatever reason,

he just got around
to telling you about me now.

Yes, he did.

So, now that you know
about my whole thing,

you're going to fire me,

'cause it's probably
the smart thing to do.

And I never understood
why he kept me around.

I think he liked you.

Ah. He did not.

I don't know what version
of the story you got.

Let's start there then.

Once upon a time in Denver,

milquetoast collection
of the best poker players

in central Colorado

met at a Fairfield Inn suite off I-25.

Well, not a barn burner,
just a run-of-the-mill

Thursday night mid-stakes ring game.

A young woman from out of town
was at the table.

She was cute. She livened up the room.

She had plenty of cash
so they let her play.

Three hours later, she mopped the floor

with each and every one of them,

which happens.

But this had been happening.

Previous week, in Cheyenne.

Week before, in Rapid City.

Same young woman cutting a haphazard path

across the middle of the country.

Never in any big games,

never in corporate-owned casinos,

but always the same result.

She didn't lose.

Word spread quick.

'Cause as you know, gamblers talk.

But here's the thing.

As far as anyone could tell,

she was playing straight.

No wires, no shills,

and yet she played

with an almost supernatural infallibility.

Like she was seeing through the cards.

So when she showed up here,

snuck into a tournament,

my dad was interested.

And he watched her.

Secretly.

Watched her play for two days,

sat in the crow's nest

ten hours a day himself.

He studied her.

And my dad figured out what she was doing.

Even when he figured it out,
he couldn't believe it.

It was impossible.

It was insane.

But there was no other explanation.

So, so it's true.

That's...

- That's...
- Bar's still open?

You haven't gambled since.

- Really haven't?
- Well,

your dad put the word out
that I played dirty.

You said it yourself, gamblers talk.

To this day,

no podunk penny game in this country

will take my buy-in.

I'm blackballed.

But, well, he didn't break my fingers.

And you know how scared I was
when he had me brought

into that back room.

Your dad can be a scary guy.

I know.

He called me "kid." He said,

"This is a real mess, kid."

And then he gave me a job,

let me work here.

So maybe he does like me.

He gave you a job to keep you in a cage.

You seem awfully blas� about this.

You've got this gift.

And my dad made sure
you'd never use it again.

Aren't you pissed?

Well, Sterling,

no, I'm not pissed.

And to hear you tell this story,
I was the Cincinnati Kid,

methodically fleecing my way
across the country

until my master plan was thwarted.

Dude, I was a dumbass.

I had no grand plan,

no map with yarn or anything.

I figured out I could do this thing,
and it worked.

So I did it for a while.

I had money for dumb shit.

I stayed at some nice hotels,

but it was kind of boring.

I figured it wouldn't last, and it didn't.

So, and now you know what?

I'm doing fine.

I like my life.

I like my job.

I'm bummed that you're firing me.

But I'll find another job.

And I'll probably like that one, too.

I'm still pretty much a dumbass,

and I'm doing just fine.

I'm holding an ace of spades.

Bullshit.

- Six of hearts.
- Bullshit.

Ten of spades.

You're not reading the cards.

How could I read the cards?

You're reading me.

It's not like it's one thing,

like my eye twitches or something.

- Nah.
- It's just a general...

- Yeah.
- You can just tell.

Just that something is off.

That's the best way to describe it.

- I can just tell.
- When anyone is lying?

Hundred percent of the time?

I'm going to touch my nose.

No, it doesn't work like that.

I'm not a soothsayer.

I can't predict the future.

There's nothing mystical about it.

Just if someone is intentionally lying,
that's it.

You're not firing me.

Charlie.

Charlie.

How can you not see that this is a gift?

You've been graced with a gift.

I'm happy you're enjoying
your dead-end life.

But for you to be a nobody,

a cocktail waitress.

For you to not use this,

it's criminal.

I'm not firing you.

I'm giving you an opportunity
to work with me,

to use your gift.

To get very, very rich.

I've been rich.

Yeah, how was it?

Easier than being broke,

harder than doing just fine.

With due respect,

you've had money, never been rich.

I need to know you're in
before I tell you what I want to do.

And I need your answer
before end of day tomorrow.

It's time sensitive. Yeah.

And if I say no, am I fired?

Okay.

Is Cliff... He's offsite.

All right, well, get Cliff there.
He'll know.

Okay. Bye.

Sorry.

- Something up?
- Nah.

Some drunk on the casino floor

shoutin' for his wife.

Cliff will handle it.

So, if I want to just...

Wait, who is he shouting for?

Natalie?

Natalie!

What the fuck are you looking at?

Natalie, where are you, you dumb bitch?

Shit.

I'm looking for my wife!

Natalie.

You know her, you work with her.

What's your name, huh?

Natalie, baby, come on out.

Don't do this to me again.

You know I hate coming up here.

What are you looking at, huh?

You guys making some money
on a nice fucking...

Jerry. Hey. Hey, you stupid asshole.

- Hey, man. It's me.
- Charlie. Charlie.

- Listen, I just need to tell her...
- She's not here.

Jerry, she is not here.

I would never hurt her.

God, man.

Oh, this is what we're doing, huh?

Get the fuck...

Get off of me!

Cliff, he's got a gun.

Fuck you. Get off of me.

I know my rights.

Damn it! Come on!

I know my rights! I'll kill you!

You piece of shit! I'll fucking kill you!

I'll fucking kill you!

Get your fucking hands off me!

Hey. Hey. They got him, all right?

Cliff got him. You're all right.

He had been texting me
crazy shit all morning.

I keep my phone off on my shift.

I didn't see it.

I just... I'm okay.

I just need to breathe.

Hey, hey, take the rest of the day off.

You got somewhere safe to go?

Yeah. She's staying with me tonight.

- No.
- You're staying with me.

What is a miracle, Vincent?

Act of God.

And what's an act of God?

God.

It is crazy the things that people stick

up their asses.

Yeah.

What are you reading?

"Ten craziest things

people have stuck up their asses."

Jerry is going to be home tonight.

He's going to be there,
and he'll be sorry and sweet.

And he'll get sober,

for a while.

Get a restraining order.

It's his house.

He owned it before we got together.

Get a divorce, you get to keep the house.

No.

I signed this thing.
I don't know, I was so stupid.

I can't afford to be
out on my ass right now.

Maybe that's a dumb reason
for me to stay with Jerry,

but it's the truth.

With my mom and everything,
I can't afford it.

You can just stay here.

Man, it just...

It pisses me off.

I know.

I think in another life,

you were like a knight.

Lady Galahad.

What do you mean walk the earth?

You know, like Caine in Kung Fu.

You know who that is?

Yeah, it's Mr. Caine.

Yeah, Kazimir Caine. Oil guy. Right.

You know why you know who he is?

Well, he's a high roller.

Anything he asks for,

we bump it to the top of the ticket

and tell the floor boss.

Caine is a whale.

He's one of four or five whales

we get in here every year.

We fly them in,

they drop what islands cost in a weekend.

To them, it's a drip in the bucket.

They're whales.

But Caine is our Moby Dick.

When my dad handed me
the keys to this place,

he told me three things.

He said, keep the carpets clean,

keep Caine happy.

What was the third thing?

It doesn't matter.

Right now, he's raising big.

Is he bluffing?

No.

Well played, Mr. Caine.

Yeah, my dad goes back with this guy,

so he doesn't scrutinize his spending.

I scrutinize.

Past few years, he's spent
less and less at our tables.

Turns out he's doing
private pick-up games in our suite.

We fly him, his whole crew out.

We comp everything.

We do this,

and this cheap son of a bitch is
running his own game on our property.

So, here's the proposition.

We're going to fleece this son of a bitch.

You and me.

All right, so let me get this straight.

You get me in his private game,

and I take him.

We both make a ton of dough.

He gets his hand slapped.

Thinks maybe private games
are not such good luck for him.

Sticks to the tables.

Not you, though. It's too risky.

He's seen you on the floor.

Got to work a camera system,
get a shill in the game.

You signal him. We'll figure it out.

Can you do your thing over video?

Yeah, I think so.

And when is this game?

Day after tomorrow. We got 48 hours.

And your dad's all right

with us plucking his golden goose?

My dad?

Ah. I told them. Hold on.

Has your dad okayed this?

It's my name on the office door.

Ginger, I told you. I'm...

Unless a 12-foot "J" and "R"
are being shipped,

it's still his name on the casino.

I don't care if he's retired.

If I piss off your dad again,

he'll break more than just my fingers.

Hey, give me 20 minutes.

I'll meet you in the crow's nest in 20.

What, you got to actually work?

Here, use the private elevator.

Oh, la-la.

Is that a bar?

Wow.

Cliff, what's up?

Shit.

This is Natalie.

You know what to do.

Hey, Natalie. I just saw that you called.

I don't know how I missed it.

Just call me back, all right?

I'm here. Sorry.

Hey.

That was more than 20. Sorry.

So, what's it like

always knowing the truth?

Yeah, no.

I only know if something is a lie.

And outside of poker,

less useful than you'd think.

'Cause everyone, they lie constantly.

It's like birds chirping, people lying.

Just once you tune into it,

it's fucking everywhere all the time.

And they usually don't lie
to cover up some deep, dark secret,

but about the stupid,
meaningless shit, you know?

So the real trick of it
is to figure out why.

Why someone is lying.

Excuse me.

Okay. It's done.

- You all right?
- Yeah.

Where were we?

If I pull out of this,
would you have to kill me?

You're worried about my dad?

My dad gave him this job
because he trusts me.

Bullshit.

My dad gave me this job because

he thinks I'm a fuck-up,

and he's made that clear to me

and everyone here.

To everyone working here,

I'm the kid clomping around
in his dad's shoes.

It's humiliating.

You know, I've made mistakes. I haven't...

If you google me, you know,

I've had bad situations previously.

I can't live as a failure in his shadow

for the rest of my life.

I swear to God, I'd rather die.

This is my last chance to prove
I'm not what he thinks I am.

And he figures this place
just runs itself.

There's not much I can do
to mess things up.

But you're going to prove him wrong, yeah?

No, I'm going to show him
that I can do things my way.

One point five million. Clean. Cash.

No matter what our take is on the night.

No matter if it even works or happens.

And you can disappear after,

no further obligations.

One point five million

for saying yes right now.

All right, Sterls, let's do it.

Son of a bitch.

Yeah, son of a bitch.

I saw her leaving last night.
She looked upset.

And it says it happened when she got home.

I'd just seen her. Like, I just saw her.

- Did she say anything?
- No.

She saw me, but kept walking.

That's...

- What time?
- Like, just after 8:00.

I'm usually off before she is.

It's weird.

Her shift doesn't end till later, right?

Right.

Wait, wait, wait.

She told me her combo once
when she was sick.

Yeah, I didn't realize you two were close.

- I'm sorry.
- Yeah, she tried to call me last night.

I just don't know
when I could have missed it.

It must have been when we were together.

She might have been asking
if she could stay with me.

- If I'd just picked up...
- Hey.

You can't go down that path.

Nobody knows why she called you.

She could have called you
for a lot of reasons.

- Yeah.
- You can't blame yourself.

That'll lead nowhere good. Right?

So, this suite is identical to Caine's,

with the exception of ceiling height.

This is the table
they'll use for the game.

It's big. It's heavy.

So it's unlikely he'll move it.

And our informant told us
last time he sat with his back

to the window facing the room,

which makes sense.

It's good for us.

That's why I was thinking
cameras in the couch.

Why would she go home early?

Why would she what?

Her shift ends at 9:00.

I missed a call from her just before 8:00.

And Michelle saw her leaving
just after 8:00.

Maybe she got sick.

She would have clocked out if she was sick

or even texted me.

Wait, what?

- She didn't clock out?
- Nope.

Wait, you talked to her manager?

Louis, yeah.

Why did you do that?

Because I want to know
why she went home early,

why she called me.

I mean, something happened
just before eight o'clock.

It was scary enough
that she called me for help

and then basically ran.

So what happened?

Well, considering she went straight home,

the obvious answer is
her husband called her.

You see, that's what you'd assume.

That's what everyone is going to assume

just reading the news on here.

But I knew Nat.

So I know that doesn't make sense.

I know you think
you have a read on people,

but that actually makes perfect sense.

Nat kept her phone off during her shift.

So whatever it was that spooked her

wasn't a call, and it wasn't Jerry.

It was something that happened right here

while she was working.

What was it?

Look, her husband was an abusive lowlife.

It's tragic and sad,
but it's not complicated.

I'm sorry. I don't want to be insensitive,

but we're in the middle
of a very time-dependent operation.

And until tomorrow night,
I need you focused.

A camera in the couch won't work.

Why not?

It's the clearest eyeline.

Swapping out the couch is clunky.

It could get noticed.

Plus, you're going
to need multiple eyelines.

Multiple cameras?

Yeah, because you don't know

where the other players
are going to be sitting,

blocking your view.

What do you think?

Lamps.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah, I can get my guys to put cameras

in the bases of these easy.

That's good.

Thinking about the angles.

You're good at this.

What the fuck, man?

I'm still not sure I understand
how I can help you.

All right, so she was a friend of mine.

Look, you can see here,

she tried to call me the night she died,

and I don't know why.

And then I thought,

her personal belongings.

- Personal belongings?
- Her phone.

If I could just see her phone, then maybe

she called someone else
or texted someone else,

or maybe she sent an email or something
that would just...

Yeah, I can't help you with that.

But it's here, right?

In the thing with the cage, with the bars.

In jail? Why would her phone be in jail?

There's smaller bars. Little bars.

I'm not... What's the word?

Little jail?

No. Where you...

Like, we built a little jail
for her phone?

Where you lock up the evidence,

the locker, the evidence locker.

- Jesus!
- You know why it's in the evidence locker?

Because it's evidence.

Go ahead.

Oh, may I?

Once the coroner's determination
is official,

it's all sent to the next of kin,

probably her mom.

I know it's different on TV,
but when you're a cop,

you don't just toss evidence around.

Hey.

Look, working this county,
I see this more than I'd like.

Domestic abuse escalating
into something like this,

it's usually the result of a pattern.

You were not responsible for that pattern.

It isn't that.

Look, Jerry was a son of a bitch,

but there's something off here.

There's a lie.

I just... I need to find it.

The investigation isn't closed yet.

I'll check with the coroner.
I'll go over everything again.

And if you can think of anything specific

that can help, call me.

I promise,
you give me something I can use,

I'll use it.

But do me a favor,

trust us to do our job.

You're not a cop.

Yeah?

It's Sterling.

Yeah. How are the lamps coming?

Good. We should be able
to do a test in the morning.

Hey, did you talk to the police
about Natalie's death?

Yeah.

Sheriff Parker called me.

He says he's going to do a whole new round

of questioning, like the whole thing.

- Oh, good.
- No, not good.

Charlie, we talked about this.

You know what we're in
the middle of here tomorrow?

Well, yeah, but...

Okay, so listen to this.

The gun was in Jerry's right hand

when they found him, okay?

His right hand.

But he kept it in an ankle holster

on his inner right leg, so...

So what? So he's a lefty.

A lefty.

Okay, so if he shot her
and she's dead, right?

He's got all the time in the world

to just put the gun

to his head and pull the trigger.

Now, why, under those circumstances,

does a left-handed man use his right hand?

Why? There are literally a dozen reasons

he could have, Charlie.

Well, sure.

I mean, when you put it together
with all the other stuff, though,

I mean, it begins to stack matches.

I told Parker you're distraught.

You're emotionally distraught

and I would speak to you,
but he shouldn't spend

any more of the department's
resources on this.

This is me speaking to you.

Let this go and let's focus
on the task at hand. Okay?

Yeah,

so you tell the cops what to do

and they just do it?

How does that work?

I'll see you in the morning.

Well, I'm not a cop.

Bitch.

Any time now, buddy.

John-O don't do this shit no more,
I told you.

All right, man, I'll bail you out, okay?

Physician bail thyself.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Oh, nice place.

Yeah.

Don't touch anything, okay?

By touch, I mean steal.

Hey-o,

this is that nice girl

picks you up sometimes.

You know, she's going to be pissed

you're breaking into her home.

Just wait in the car, okay?

I'm going to be a minute.

Shit.

Shitsworth.

Charlie, say that again. Natalie's what?

Her thing, when they were
going to cut it off,

but you said that she got sick
and you had the combo

for her thing with the clicking thing

where she puts her clothes with the...

Fuck, what's it called?

- Her locker?
- Her locker.

Goddamn it. What is with me
and that word? Yes.

Her locker code.

Nine, two, four, eight.

Thanks, Chelle.

Nine, two, four, eight.

Okay.

Fuck.

I'm missing something, Nat.

Just tell me what I'm missing.

Dick cloud.

Holy, holy.

And that's it. Look at the time stamp.

She was cleaning
Mr. Caine's presidential suite.

His laptop was open, and she saw this.

How do you know this is Caine's suite?

The ceilings.

See in the background there.

Presidential suite's the only one

with these high ceilings.

I mean, she could have just let it go,

but she did something about it.

She took a picture of it for evidence.

So I think he caught her doing it,

had his bodyguards take her home,

kill her and Jerry,
set the whole thing up.

That's a jump.

There's no reason to think
this is connected to...

Wait, you think it's a coincidence
that she was killed.

I'm saying it could be.
There's no solid connection...

Okay, can we just call the FBI

and bust his sick ass
for this sick-ass shit?

Let's take him first.

Take his money tonight.

And then we call the FBI.

Fuck that!

My dad always said,

hit 'em where it hurts.

Guy like this, that's his money.

This isn't going anywhere.

One more night.

So, we do this thing.

We hit him where it hurts.

Yeah?

All right.

Okay. We're rigging the cameras.

Test suite should be ready by noon.

Go get some breakfast.

Charlie, Charlie, Charlie.

The usual, right?

Yeah.

No, coffee.

Two seven and sevens and a tomato juice.

Hey, babe. Missed you.

Hey, Debbie, I'm off this week.

Oh, God.

Hey, Nick, can you turn this up?

...battery and abuse.

Frost Casino has released video footage

of an incident two days
prior to the slaying

with Mr. Hill coming
to his wife's place of work

in an apparent drunken rage.

Natalie, where are you, you dumb...

Hey, that's me.

Mr. Hill was detained by hotel security

and later, at his wife's request,

released without charge.

Hey, Cliff, wait up, wait up.
Are you going up?

I thought we'd go up together
if you're going up.

So I'm watching the news
and they're saying about the whole thing,

and I'm getting angry,
thinking what doesn't fit?

Something doesn't fit,
and it's driving me nuts.

And then I remember,

you took Jerry
into the back room that night.

I figured you would have
released him to the cops.

So what was he doing back home that night?

But no, no, no. You just let him go

for some reason, and I want to know why.

Because the TV news said
it was at Natalie's request,

but I was with Natalie,
and she didn't request shit,

she didn't.

Are you on coke?

No. Coffee.

So I thought this'll be a good thing.

I won't have a beer and be a dumbass.

I'll have coffee,
because that's for thinking.

But I never have coffee,
and now I'm spazzing out.

I'm sorry. I know that I am,
but this is important.

You're asking why we released him?

Well, we decided not to press charges.

Give him a warning.

And Natalie split.

I think she went with you, right?

So she wasn't around anymore.

What else were we going to do?

So he never tried

to come back after you let him go?

He never came back to the casino?

No.

Am I lying?

No. You're telling the truth.

Two of hearts.

Ace of diamonds.

Eight of diamonds.

All right, come on down.

Let's see how we did.

All right. Bullshit, true, bullshit.

All right.

This is gonna work.

So, where is this camera?

- I can't even see...
- It's right here.

Right there.

He's going out to dinner at six tonight.

We'll swap these lamps out
for the ones in his room.

And we'll station you up in my office.

All right. And how does it work?

This is our shill, okay?

You won't meet him before.
It's just safer if you don't.

He's presenting himself to Caine
as Dale McClintock.

Okay. He's been in the game
a few times before.

He's going to wear a clicker on his ankle.

You're going to have this.

All right?

One click for true,

two for bullshit.

Say that to me.

One for true, two for bullshit.

And don't freak out when it gets big.

Truth or bullshit.

That's all you focus on.

Always.

Cliff will be ready to move in
if anything goes bad.

Anything else...

Anything else?

I think that's it.
You got any other questions?

Yeah. What was the call about?

What call?

The night you pitched me this whole thing

in the crow's nest, you got a call.

Seemed like bad news.

I asked, "Everything okay?"
You said, "Yeah."

You were lying.

Well, that sounded more intense
than I meant it to.

I wanted to just casually ask about it.

But I've had coffee.

What is this about?

Are you saying
you don't remember the call?

- What the fuck is this?
- No, no.

It's okay, Cliff.

I remember it.

So who was it?

It was Cliff.

Well, great.
And what was Cliff calling about?

What do you think it was about?

Some random thing.

I don't know.

A security thing.

Well, you know I've been
distraught over all this,

and I've had coffee.

- All right. Hey.
- Yeah.

Look, Cliff calls me 50 times a day.

Don't you, Cliff?

About 50 things.

So, get back here at 7:00.

That'll give us time to settle in.

All right?

You gonna say it?

She's sharp,
but she doesn't know anything.

No, no, she's more than sharp.

She's a human lie detector.

And she's asking questions

like she thinks something's up.

She already found the photo
of Caine's laptop.

I don't know how she found that.

But you think she's going to stop?

She's a regular little Michael Westen.

- Who?
- Michael Westen.

The detective.

From Burn Notice.

Pull the plug on this thing, Sterling.

Play it safe.

I worked for your father for 25 years,
and there's no...

Fuck you, fuck him, fuck all of you.

I'm doing this.
It's my call, I'm doing it.

Then we'll deal with her
and the girl and the photo.

We'll deal with her?

Whatever it takes.

You're the boss.

Have a nice dinner, Mr. Caine.

Room service.

No Caine yet, we have time
for another round?

Where the fuck is she?

I don't know. Where's Caine?

All of his players
are still waiting at the bar.

Caine's having a long dinner,
and thank God,

because where is she?

Give it another ten

and then I'll start making some calls.

Okay. Good. Good.

But what the hell? You're 20 minutes late.

If Caine wasn't late,
this would be a problem.

Oh, sure. Have a beer.

Okay.

But good. You're here.

- It's okay.
- I'm gonna go check on Caine.

When he gets here,
he'll bring all the guys up.

They'll get right to it. So you stay here.

We're not going anywhere. Okay?

We're good.

We can order food if you want,

if you haven't eaten.

Have you eaten?

What?

I got no way to elegantly segue into this.

So I'm just going to launch in.

Segue into what?

My friend Natalie,

how she did the thing
I'm always yelling at my phone about.

She did the right thing
when she saw something awful,

and she actually did something about it.

And you killed her for it.

Well, you had Cliff kill her.

Same thing.

Say bullshit if it isn't true.

Look me in the eye

and say it.

There's only one reason
she would have taken

a picture of Caine's laptop.

To turn him in, to show someone,

like the police.

But she didn't show the police, obviously.

She tried to call me, but I missed it.

She didn't tell her supervisor.

So I figured Sterling.

I figured she came to you
and Cliff that night.

Did I figure right?

You figured.

This accusation is based on figuring?

I figured. God, that's a weird word,

you say it over and over.

I was figuring until this morning

when I saw something on the TV,

and now I'm done figuring.

Now I know.

Jerry had his stupid
little pearl-handled pistol.

He had it on him
when he came to the casino.

I saw it. I told Cliff about it.

Cliff wrestled him into his office,

then escorted him out.

So, what do you see here?

I see what everyone sees.

A drunk shitkicker
threatening his trailer trash wife.

That's all there is to see.

What's missing?

You can get this one.

The gun's missing.

And that means that Cliff took it

and didn't give it back.

And Jerry never came back for it.

Cliff told me that, and it was true.

So that means on the night of the murder,

Jerry could not have had that gun

because it was right here

with Cliff.

You hear that, Cliff?

Okay. Encyclopedia Brown.

Who else saw he had a gun?

Cliff, who's head of security,
will say that he wasn't armed.

What are you going to explain to the cops,

that you can tell when people are lying?

That you figure we killed her?

That lefties never hold things
in their right hand?

When you tell the cops

in my town, with my name on it,

this string of,

"I think this 'cause I think this,"

what do you think is gonna happen?

Your dad's town.

Cliff, take her phone.

'Cause if you're
recording this conversation

thinking you're going to get a confession

like in the movies,

I don't know what to tell you.

I wasn't.

You know, you've been distraught
past few days.

You've been drinking, missing your shifts.

I told your supervisors,
don't worry about it,

'cause I knew you were
going through a tough time.

But you were going through a tough time.

Losing your friend, blaming yourself.

Finally, I had to let you go.

You came up here tonight,

and I tried to break it gently

but you lost control.

And it's tragic.

But before we could stop you,

you took a flying leap off that balcony.

Who's going to believe that?

Look at you.

Who's going to give enough of a shit
to not believe it?

No.

You want to walk outside,

- make it easier?
- No. Really, no.

Because I wasn't recording
our conversation just now,

but I was this afternoon.

...presenting himself to Caine
as Dale McClintock.

Okay. He's been in the game
a few times before.

He's going to wear a clicker on his ankle.

There's nothing criminal about cheating

in a private poker game.

And even if there was,

see previous note, re: my cops.

You see, Sterling,

you keep thinking
I'm trying to convict you.

I'm not a cop.

And a wise man once told me,

you want to hurt someone,

you hit 'em where it hurts.

I didn't send the recording

to the cops.

He's gone.

What time did you send it to him?

Right after I left the rehearsal.

Maybe we can still...

Oh, he's in the air by now.

And every one of your whales,

every big roller in the world,

all the medium ones,
and most of the small ones,

they all know.

Everyone is gonna know

that Sterling Frost Casino plays dirty.

You're blackballed.

Because gamblers talk.

You stupid fucking child.

Oh, tell Daddy how you handled it.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

What?

Fuck!

Fuck. Okay. Okay. Okay.

We've got a code blue.

We've got to lock down
all of the exits now.

And get a guy
on the ground-level stairwell.

I'm coming down.

Charlie?

Hey, Jen.

Take care of yourself, all right?

Everything all right?

- Yeah. Can I get a beer?
- Sure.

Thank you.

Yeah.

Charlie.

Long time no time.

You know who this is?

Mr. Sterling. Yeah, it's been a while.

My God, kid.

It's a mess, isn't it?

I just spoke to the medical examiner.

There wasn't enough of my son

for me to even identify.

It's a fuckin' mess, kid.

I let you off once, Charlie.

Gave you a life. Pretty good life, right?

So, what happens now?

You tell me where you are.

I mean,

you might as well tell me you are.

'Cause there's not a corner
in this country

small enough for you to hide in.

There's no off the grid

that's off-the-grid enough
for you to hide from me.

I'm a tough old bastard
and I got some years left,

and I'm gonna spend them finding you.

And I'm gonna hit you where it hurts.

And when I do kill you, finally,

you can thank me.

Now, tell me, kid,

am I lying?

I gotta go.

I found her. She's headed west.

Never stay in the same place for too long.

Never look back.

So, what's it like to start fresh?

It's easy.

And you get to meet all sorts of lives.

All sorts of lies?

I think I just saw a murder.

I feel like everything's closing in.

I don't know what to do.

We did what we did,
now we gotta move forward.

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

Charlie Cale.

You're comin' with me.

Front seat or the trunk.

Your choice.