All language subtitles for Poker Face S01E10.srt - eng(2)

(door creaks)

(sighs)

(phone beeping)

(line ringing)

Charlie: (over phone)
Yeah?

Charlie.

Long time no time.

You know who this is?

Charlie: Mr. Sterling.
Yeah, it's, uh, been a while.

My God, kid.

It's a mess, isn't it?

Just spoke to
the medical examiner.

There wasn't enough
of my son

for me to even identify.

It's a fucking mess, kid.

I let you off once,
Charlie.

Gave you a life.

Pretty good life, right?

Charlie:
So, uh, what happens now?

You tell me where you are.

I mean, you might as well
tell me where you are.

'Cause there's is 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.

(door opens)

And I'm gonna
spend them finding you.

And I'm going to hit you
where it hurts.

And when I
do kill you, finally...

you can thank me.

Now...

tell me, kid...

am I lyin'?

Charlie:
I got to go.

(line disconnects)

This is your job now.

You're going to find
Charlie Cale,

and then
you're gonna call me

and you're gonna ask me

how deep to dig the hole.

Cliff:
Well, that was quick.

ATM ping off highway 93.

On my way.

We got her.

I found her.

Yeah, she's headed west.

LA.

(whimsical jazz playing)

Wait, wait, wait.
What do you mean "Texas"?

Yes. I asked him.

Don't you think
I asked him that?

Sterling Sr.: (over phone)
Goddammit.

(phone buzzing)

* *

Yeah, a week ago.

-No, she's gone.
-Sterling Sr.: Dammit.

Well, that's a good question.

Allow me
to introduce myself.

-My name is...
-(explosion booms)

Man: (on TV)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Michael: (on TV) And I'm
from the department of...

(explosion booms)

Cliff:
A year.

Over a year.

Over a year
of shitty coffee

and bad motels.

The things
that I have eaten.

A solid year on the road.

I did not sign up for this.

I should be there with you
running our business,

doing my job.

Not out here chasing
some delinquent runaway.

Sterling Sr.: (over phone)
I thought
I made it clear to you.

This is your job.

And all you're telling me
right now

is that you're bad
at your job.

Not sure why you'd
even go out of your way

to point that out
to your employer.

Call you back.

Yeah. Parker.

Parker:
Hey, we got something
in Colorado.

Your troubles may be over.

(music ends)

Let me take a look
at that Jane Doe.

It's over. We got her.

All I need to know is
how deep to dig the hole.

Sterling Sr.:
We're gonna
let her heal up.

Cliff: Well, that,
that might take some time.

Like, like multiple months.

She's conscious,
just incapacitated.

I can make it hurt
right now.

Sterling Sr.:
No. Two months is fine.

I can wait.

I want her on her feet.

Then you're gonna
bring her to me.

You camp out
outside that hospital

until she's discharged.

And don't let her
slip past you again.

Are you,
are you fucking kidding me?

If you think I'm sitting
at some shit motel

in fucking Denver--

Michael: (on TV)
Jimmy, what are you doing?

Motherfucker.

Now the people
who did this are putting

the screws to me too.

I don't wanna be here
any more than you do.

If you can be good,
you get to ride up front.

(indistinct announcement
over PA)

Jacob!

You take care
of yourself, man, alright?

Thanks.
Good luck.

Janelle, I'm going
to miss you, lady.

-Bye, sweetheart.
-Bye, honey. Thanks.

Edwin, It's been real,

but I'm afraid
it's checkout time.

I'm going to give you guys
five stars on Yelp,

no doubt.

So, uh, bill-wise,

I'm not sure
how this works.

If you have an installment plan
or something.

Uh, your bill's been paid
since day one.

My God.

Thanks, Obama.

What? No.
By private party.

You've been here
two months.

You had a room
with a TV.

How do you think this works?

I don't know, I guess I thought
you guys were like a, a church

you know,
can't turn people away.

Ha, ha.

Wait, a... private party.

(Sammy Turner's
"Lavender Blue" playing)

* Lavender blue *

* Dilly-dilly *

* Lavender... *

Trunk or the cab?

Either way works for me.

* If I were king *

* Dilly-dilly *

(thumping)

Charlie:
Hey! Okay.

* *

Well...

* Dilly-dilly *

* You'll be my queen *

* Lavender blue *

Man: (on TV)
Drop it and show me
your hands.

* Dilly-dilly *

You think he's going
to make it hurt?

One can hope.

Yeah.

It's a relief
in a sick way.

I can feel the muscles
in my brain relaxing

that haven't been relaxed
in a year.

All this,
everywhere I went,

it felt like
I was leasing time.

Yeah.

I know he'd
get me eventually.

Inevitable.

The hook.

-Eh?
-The hook.

Brings you back.
Inevitable.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

You killed Natalie, right?

Like, Sterling Jr.
gave the word, but...

you killed her, right?

Open the glove compartment.

Reach in
and take it out.

(gun clatters)

(engine revving)

(bird cawing)

Suck it in.

Suck it in,
suck it in.

If you're Rin Tin Tin
or Anne Boleyn.

Make a desperate move
or else he'll win.

And then begin to see

what you're doing to me.

This MTV is not for free.

It's so PC
it's killing me.

So, desperately,
I'll sing to thee of love.

Sure, but also rage
and hate and pain

and fear of self.

And I can't keep
these feelings to myself.

I've tried.
Well, no, in fact, I lied.

Could be financial suicide

but I've got
too much pride inside

to hide or slide.

I'll do as I'll decide
and let it ride until I've died.

And only then shall I
abide this tide

of catchy little tunes.

Of hip
three-minute ditties.

I want to bust
all your balloons.

I want to burn all of
your cities to the ground.

I've found I will not mess
around unless I play.

Then, hey,
I will go on all day.

Hear what I say.

I have a prayer
to pray.

That's really
all this was.

When I'm feeling stuck
and need a buck,

I don't rely on luck.

Because the hook

brings you back.

You really are
the fucking worst.

(bright big band music plays)

Hey, w-w-what is this?

Like, when Pesci gets
whacked in "Goodfellas"?

Is that the, uh,
just keep walking?

(lock clicks)

Fuck, man.

Get cleaned up.
Put that on.

I'll be back in an hour.

(door closes)

Okay. Alright.

(slot machines chiming)

* *

Hey, kid.

Want a drink?

No. Uh...

Yeah.

A beer.

(scoffs)

Charlie: Alright.

You got me.
What happens?

Tell me about your year.

No. No.

My year's been a knot
in my stomach every night,

knowing this was coming.

So now it's here.
Just do me the dignity.

You won.
Just do me the dignity

of skipping this
cat-and-mouse shit

and whatever
you're gonna do, just do it.

What did you think
was gonna happen?

Now, I just want
to talk, huh?

Hey, take the win, kid.

Thanks.

You grew up
in Atlantic City, right?

You got family here,
right?

Hey, I didn't mean that
to be threatening.

I just, you know,

I know so little about you,
I heard that,

I thought
it was interesting.

Yeah.

Fuck it. Doesn't matter.

This casino is owned

by the Hasp family.

Beatrix Hasp,
real piece of work.

Not very nice people.

You can feel it
comin' up from the floor.

I can, sittin' at the tables,
I can feel it.

It's funny

how it seeps all the way
down through the bedrock.

(sighs)

And even still...

there's no place
I would rather be
than a casino floor.

I tried retiring.

I tried golf.

It's fine.

I just kept getting
pulled back, you know.

There's nothing
that pulls you in more

than being really good

at something
for unhealthy reasons.

Running a casino,

that's what does it for me.

I'm very good at it.

For the exact same reasons
I'm lousy at being a father.

How about that?

Any of this making
any sense to you?

I didn't kill your son.

And I want you to know

what he did

and what Kazimir Caine did

and why I did what I--

-I know.
-You know?

I know.

And I understand.

I would have done
the same thing.

I don't blame you
for my son's death.

Well, what?

Sterling, what the fuck

have we been doing
for this past year?

-I've been chasing you.
-Why?

Because you've been runnin'.

I was running
because you were chasing me.

What the fuck
is even happening right now?

And now I caught you.

Yes.

And now... what?

If I stood up
and walked away right now,

so what happens?

Go ahead.

Your car's cleaned up
and serviced.

Hey, it's in
the west valet. Here.

I don't think
you will though.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

And you know
I'm not lying.

But I think you're curious

why I got you here.

(Charlie sighs)

I know
I had you hooked.

Sterling Jr.:
Can you do your thing
over video?

Charlie:
Yeah, I think so.

And so when is this game?

Sterling Jr.:
Day after tomorrow.

We got 48 hours.

Charlie: Uh, and,
and your dad's alright

with this, uh,
us plucking his golden goose?

Sterling Jr.:
My dad?

You recognize that?

I've had the whole place
tapped for sound

since the early '80s.

Yeah, evidently.

In tape I trust.

-(tape rewinding)
-But there's this.

This happened
right before

your meeting
with my son.

He's in his office
all by himself. Right?

His private line rings.

(phone rings)

Sterling Jr.:
Not here.

-"Not here."
-Sterling Sr.: "Not here."

Meaning,
don't call me here.

Because he knew
I could trace the number,

which I did.

It came from the owner
of this casino,

Beatrix Hasp.

There's three things
I said to my kid

before I gave him
the keys to the casino.

First two don't matter.

The third one...

keep Beatrix Hasp out.

She's the head
of the Five Families,

which is exactly
what it sounds like.

They've wanted a piece
of Frost Nevada forever.

I keep 'em out.

They're not happy
about this.

My son...

he was making
a deal with Beatrix

and the Five Families

behind my back.

Okay.

Sterling Sr.:
Today, there's a sit-down

between me
and the Five Families.

That's why I'm here.
At her hotel.

Cliff didn't like the idea
of doing it on her turf.

It's stupid.

Sterling Sr.:
She hurts me,
she starts a war

with the Southwest Syndicate.

I'm hoping
she's not that crazy.

And I'm hoping you're not
bad enough at your job

to lose two Sterlings
in a row.

I'm gettin'
an inkling here.

Sterling Sr.:
At the sit-down,

I will be promised
certain protections.

Assurances will be made
and tensions will be voiced,

and many, many,
many, many lies will be told.

It'd be a good idea for you
to be in that room.

Wow.

All this,

the healing up,
the Dolce,

even the finding me,

it's all that for a job.

$500,000 clean cash,
which I hope you will regard

as the beginning of a mutually
beneficial relationship.

And if you don't...

no obligations
beyond this afternoon.

Deja vu.

Say it again.

About the money
and how I can walk.

"In tape I trust."

500K for the afternoon.

After that, you're free.

Welcome back to the world,
Charlie Cale.

Oh shit.

Sterling Sr.:
And, uh, by the way,

I hope you don't think
I'm too sentimental.

Here you go.

Open it.

Okay.

Reach in. Go on.

(chuckles)

From me to you, kid.

(electricity crackles)

-(gunshots)
-(Sterling Sr. grunts)

(body thuds)

(people screaming)

(sirens wailing)

Oh fuck.

Security!

Security,
stop that girl!

She killed him.

When you follow
somebody's orders

for 25 years,

stand behind them
and nod,

advance when they advance,
the man behind the man.

When you do that, there's
a very natural impression

to be had
that you like the person.

Even love the person.

I don't know, maybe it has
something to do with dogs.

Hmm...

When that's reflected
back on you

by everyone who sees you
as the man's best friend,

I guess it can go
two ways.

It can hook you,
pull you in,

make you start to feel
something like love or...

or it can go
the other way.

Start to metastasize.

And all the disrespect
and lack of regard

and all the ways
you're treated like a dog

that seem to bounce off
the obedient facade,

no.

No, no, no.

It all goes somewhere.

Right here.

I hate the old man.

I want a yacht

in addition.

Woman: (over phone)
Alright.
We can get you a yacht.

Well, the terms
you've laid out proffer me

more dignity and respect
than I've gotten

in decades
from the Sterlings,

so I am saying yes.

Just tell me how deep
to dig the hole.

Woman:
Yeah, yeah, yeah,
this is all good to hear,

but it won't be that simple.

If any connection
comes to light

between us and his death,

it's not good.

It's war.

And yeesh, war.

So you want it
to look like an accident?

Beatrix:
Well, even that.

With the timing,
people will be suspicious.

Nope. The best thing,
the ideal thing,

we get a patsy.

Someone with
a believable motive

that we can set up
in an ironclad way

to take the fall.

(laughing)

Woman:
What's so goddamn funny?

* Ain't no use to sit
and wonder why, babe *

* It don't matter anyhow *

* There ain't no use to sit
and wonder why, babe *

* That is if you don't know
by now *

* When the rooster crows *

* At the break of dawn *

* Look out your window *

* And I'll be gone *

* And you are the reason *

* That I'm a-travelin' on *

* Don't think twice
it's alright *

Cliff:
Alright.

She's here.

Good.

How's she look?

Healed up?

Yeah.

(Sterling Sr. sighs)

Next to the chair.

I want to surprise her
with it.

Everything else all set?

Nearly.

* I'm walking down that long,
lonesome road, babe *

* Where I'm bound *

* I can't tell *

* But goodbye,
that's too good a word, gal *

* So I'm just gonna say
"fare thee well" *

* I ain't saying
that you treated me unkind *

* You could have done better *

* But I don't mind *

* You just kind of wasted
some of my *

-(knocking on door)
-* Precious time *

Man:
Room service.

* Don't think twice
it's alright *

* Ain't no use in calling out
my name, gal *

* Like you never did before *

* No, there ain't no use
in calling out my name, gal *

* Because I can't
hear you anymore *

* I'm a-thinking
and a-wonderin' *

* All the way
down the road *

* I once loved a woman *

* A child I'm told *

* I gave her my heart *

Open it.

* Don't think twice
it's alright *

* I'm walking down that
long, lonesome road, babe *

Sterling Sr.:
Go ahead, reach in.
Go ahead.

Reach in. Go on.

From me to you, kid.

* But goodbye,
that's too good a word, gal *

* I'm just going to say
"fare thee well" *

-(gunshots)
-(Sterling Sr. grunts)

-(body thuds)
-(people murmuring)

Oh fuck.

Security!

Stop her!

She killed him.

She killed him.
Security!

(dramatic music plays)

(phone ringing)

Who's this?

No, wrong number.

(phone buzzing)

Yeah? No.

(phone ringing)

Yeah.

What?

No.

(ringing)

This is Agent Clark.

Charlie:
Oh, thank God.

I knew that
the last number had,

like, a round part in it.

I just couldn't--

Hey, it's Charlie Cale,

from Joyce and Irene.

You, uh,
you gave me a card.

-Uh, Luca, right?
-Yeah.

-Sugar nephew.
-Charlie.

Charlie:
Okay, so I'm not sure
where to begin

to explain this,
but, uh...

Okay, so since
we last parlayed,

I find myself
in a, a very, um,

let's say,
specific situation.

I know. Charlie,
here's how I can help you.

Turn yourself in
to the authorities
right now.

(phone buzzing)

Don't turn yourself in.

Yeah, I wasn't
planning on it.

-Where are you?
-Uh,

well, I'm in Atlantic City.

I'm not sure if, you know,
you saw it on the news

or if you get some sort
of special FBI wire services.

But, yeah,
I'm in a very bad situation.

I know, I know. Where do
you think I am right now?

Charlie:
You're here?

Shit.

The FBI is here?

This is the Franz Ferdinand
of mob hits.

The bureau has the case,
and I'm lead man.

God, man, no offense,
but I thought

you were low-level,
like Uber for stoolies.

Well, yeah,
I got a promotion,
and I owe you for that.

I tracked down
that email you sent,

and we got Kazimir Caine.

That was kind of
a big deal.

Huh!

You got him? Yes!

Oh man, I didn't see that
on the news.

No, you didn't.

Look, y-y-you said
you're lead man, right?

You're lead man,
you can help me

because you know
I didn't do this, alright.

I was set up,
so you can get me out of this.

Uh, I don't know that.
No, there's video.

There's a lot of video,
all the security cameras,
of you

pulling a gun on Sterling.

Then the power goes out.

He's dead. Shot with
the same gun you pulled.

Look,

I did not know

what I was pulling
out of that box

until it was in my hand.

Then the lights went on
and he was dead.

But I did not fire
that gun.

It had been fired twice.

Ballistics, fingerprints,
everything. It's there.

I, uh--

It's just been-- How?
Like, fuck. Okay?

Just how?

Where are you right now?

I'm, I'm in
some random room.

I, uh, I lost Cliff
in the crowd,

and then I, uh,

I hid out in the interfaith
prayer room for a few hours.

And then I swiped a key
from the housekeeping station

'cause they keep the cards
in the carts

and, yeah,
I got in here.

Wait, you're still
in the hotel.

Yeah, but they
turn it over

in, like, I don't know,
20 minutes,

so I got to make
a move here.

Get out of the hotel!

Okay, my car is in
the west valet.

if I can get there.

Can I get there?
What's the situation?

Do not, don't get your car.
Are you nuts?

The bridges all have
checkpoints.

The whole island's
shut down.

Don't get your car.

Okay. I'm coming
to you then.

You're in the casino.
I'm comin' to you.

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

I come to you, we figure
this out together, alright?

We solve this.
I'm surprisingly good
at this shit.

Charlie, no.
Charlie, listen--

-Listen to me.
-We solve this together.

-Listen--
-Because I didn't do this.

It doesn't matter.
It doesn't matter if you did it.

It doesn't matter
if you solve it.

The truth does not matter.

If Beatrix Hasp
and the Five Families

killed Sterling
and set you up,

then your goal,
your only one goal,

is to get off
this island alive.

Between you, me,
and a burner phone

if you turn yourself in,
I can't promise you that.

Do you know anyone
in the city?

Can you get someplace safe?

Uh, yeah.

Maybe.

(sighs)

Man: (over radio)
We're looking
for a blond woman,

floral sequin dress.

(women shouting)

(laughing, shouting)

Man: (on radio)
Lobby all clear. Over.

(party music playing)

(muffled party music)

Charlie:
Jesus Christ.

No.

Come on.

Oh, come on.

Jesus!

Ugh!

Uh, I'm safe.
I'm, yeah, I'm good.

Uh, so give me news.
Are things cooling off?

-Luca: Very much not. No.
-Shit.

Luca:
The Southwest Syndicate
is getting on war footing.

They think Beatrix
and the Five Families
hit Sterling.

Which, yes, she did,
is what I said.

Luca:
But if she gets you
brought in for it,

they can sew it all up.

They need to catch you.

Oh, I-I-I remembered something.

Th-th-the tape.

I had the tape recording
on the table.

So, you know,
maybe there's something.

maybe you can tell
how far away

the shots were from,

from how blown out it is
on the recording.

Luca:
No, I've been back
and forth over that tape

like Gene Hackman,
and it's all consistent.

-Hey! Alright.
-Luca: The shots are blown out.

It's a cheap recorder.
There's nothing

No, no, no,
the other side.

The, the,
turn the tape over.

Okay.
Listen to the other side.

Sterling's son gets
a call from Beatrix

that proves the, uh...

Luca:
Proves what?

Shit, it doesn't
prove anything.

Luca:
I'll listen to it anyway.

But, Charlie,

get out of town
any way you can.

I, uh...

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

Shit, shit,
shit, shit, shit.

Jesus...

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

There's a woman
in the yard.

There's a what, baby?

A woman in the yard
crawling under the house.

I think she's going in
the secret way.

Charlie:
Oh.

Hey, Em,
how you been?

You gotta be
fucking kidding me.

No, I'm serious.

Go easy. I just did
a lot of crawling.

Cops. Cops at my door

outside right now,
on a Sunday.

I got to explain
to my little girl the cops.

What are you wearing?

No. You know what?
I don't even want to know.

You know, I got
to explain to Shasta.

"Oh, that, that hooker
crawling under the house,

"that's your Auntie Charlie,

who you met once
when you were three."

It's great to see you.
Just great.

Jesus. Look, Em, do you have
any olive oil or something?

-What?
-I just need it for just...

Weird.
Uh, never mind.

You know, I ought a march you
out to the cops right now?

-Don't, please. Don't, please.
-Yeah. Yeah.

I'll regret it the rest
of my life if I don't.

Look, I, I, you know
I don't want to come
here like this. Okay.

The last thing in the world
I want to do is
come to you like this.

Alright? You know that. Alright?
So just, I just need one thing.

-Oh, you need one thing. God!
-I need one thing!

One thing,
and then I'll go.

-Why do I always get
pulled into shit with you?
-Dude.

Saving you when
you're just ruinous.

You are ruinous.

Jesus. Em. Em.

-Just--
-Would you keep it down,
please. She's...

I'm sorry.

Look, I want to know, uh...

did you, uh...

I sent you...

A couple of years back,
I, uh, sent you, uh...

The money?

So what do you want now?

Me to thank you
for the money?

-I--
-Or that's what you need?

You need money?

No, no.
(stammers)

Look, I just wanted,
I didn't know if you got it.

I just wanted to know

that you did...

get it.

Alright, look, I, uh,

I can be gone
in two minutes.

I just,
I need Dad's boat.

(scoffs)

(clattering)

Em.

Thanks.
Thank you.

You're fuckin' welcome.

Jesus.

I'll wait over there.

(TV playing, indistinct)

Hello.

Hello.

I'm Charlie. I'm, uh,
I'm your mom's sister.

So that makes me
your aunt.

You swim?

Do I swim?

I haven't swam in years.

Why? Do I look
like I swim?

I, uh...

Okay.

And who didn't believe
I could do it?

Who doubted me?

Well, hello.

That's, uh...

yeah, that's me
and your mom.

(scoffs) Yeah.

Well, uh, Dad,
I'm sorry,

Granddad used to take us
out on his boat,

and then he'd make us
swim back to shore, so...

That was fun.

I like swimming.

Charlie:
Ah, you do?
That's good.

Yeah, I hate it.

Then why'd you do it?

Well, I guess I was good
at it for some reason and...

You know, you end up
in the water,

what else are you going
to do? Right?

Emily:
Shasta.

Auntie Charlie
was just saying goodbye.

You say goodbye to her?

Goodbye.

Bye-bye.

Baby, what is that
in, in Jan's hair?

It's a hot roller.
I'm giving her a perm.

Aunt Charlie dropped it.

Okay. I'm sorry
about that.

It's my hair-do. It's...

Yeah, okay.

Shasta seems
like a good kid.

I'm sorry I didn't
ever get to, uh...

Well, I have a situation
I have to get out of.

But after that,
if you'd allow it,

you know,
I'd love to try to...

I mean, we should talk
at least, right?

No.

No.

I mean, there's a world
where we get to talk.

We, we hash out
the past,

talk about Dad,

what you did,

what you ruined

with your truth
and bullshit.

You learn more
about my life,

my kid,
and we build that.

But that's not
the life you chose.

That's not
"The Charlie Show."

You think I chose this,
like, doing this?

You think I like
living like this?

I don't know.

But, I mean, "like."
What is "like"?

I don't care.
I mean...

Yeah.
You know what? Yeah.

It's the life you got.

And someday you're
gonna have to admit,

you chose it.

This is not just
a series of situations

you keep getting
reeled into.

You choose to be
out there,

wherever the fuck you are,

just swimming free,
cool and breezy.

And I bet
people love you.

And I got a lot of bile
kicking up right now, I know,

but I'm not saying
they're wrong.

You got a good heart.

You choose to spend it
on strangers

and then breeze
on down the highway.

But I don't know.
Maybe that's right.

You know. I mean...

I bet you do some good.

I bet there are a lot
of people out there

who need someone
like you.

But us?

We're doin' just fine.

(sighs)

(Charlie sighs)

How the fuck?

What?

Jesus.

Augh!

(sighs)

(seagulls cawing)

Cliff: Ah!

(phone buzzing)

Hello?

Charlie:
Why would I kill Sterling?

Where are you?

You know what
he was doing?

He was giving me
my life back.

It makes no sense.

I mean,
you can see that, right?

Look, people do things.
Where are you?

You heard the shots
in the dark.

Did they sound like
they came from the table?

I mean, Cliff, did they?

No.

Where are you?

Look, we were set up.
You as much as me.

It kills me,
but we're in this together now.

You want to know
who killed the old man,

we're in this together.

Let me come to you.

We'll figure out
what happened.

Cliff, where are you?

Okay, um,
I'm on a boat.

You're what?

State Marina? Pier 12.

(phone beeping)

(line ringing)

Hello, Chief,
It's Cliff LeGrand.

Uh, listen, I'm on my yacht,
docked down here

at the end of Pier 12,

and Charlie Cale is currently
on her way to me.

Yeah.

Yes, I can try
to keep her here. Uh-huh.

You're welcome.

(phone ringing)

Yes, ma'am.

I did. Yes.

Mrs. Hasp, pleasure
doing business with you.

Charlie:
Hey.

Hey.

That was, uh,
that was quick.

Charlie:
Uh, yeah.

Uh, you know,
wild coincidence.

I happened
to already...

Yeah, anyway, hey.

Do you want
a beer?

Yeah. Cool boat.

The gun the police
found at the scene

had your fingerprints
on it.

Two shots fired.

It was the gun
that shot the old man.

Look, man,
all I can do

is say again
what happened.

I reached my hand in.

I was like,
"What the hell is this?"

I pulled it out,
the lights went out,

and then...

-Then.
-Then.

Then... (scoffs)

something glowed.

I'd forgotten that.

The chip,
the casino chip,

he was, uh,
holding it.

It glowed or, uh,
it started glowing like,

like it turned on
or something.

Does that make sense?

Well, I mean, sometimes
casinos have chips that glow

under black lights
for security.

And with the lights out,
the shooter would have wanted
to have a target,

especially if he was
trying to blend in

or didn't want to get
night vision gear on or off

or use a gun
with an infrared scope.

Where'd he get that chip?

I think it was on the table
when he sat down.

He always did that
with a, with a chip.

Oh shit, you're right.
He did.

Yeah, I remember that.

Well, gosh, anyone who knew him
would know that.

I mean, Beatrix Hasp
would know that.

Yes, she would.

But maybe I just say
fuck it.

Turn you in for it
anyway, though.

(gulps)

Truth and all that whatnot.
But maybe just fuck it.

Yeah, I, uh...

I guess I'm betting

that you're even
just a little bit like me

and whoever did this
for real,

you want to see them
get theirs

because you loved
the old man.

So what do we do?

Well, gee,
I don't know.

We're on a boat,

so I guess
for starters,

we leave.

(engine rumbling)

What do you think?

Maybe the DR.

Yeah, maybe.

Grab my iPad
from down below, will you?

It's just down there.

Alright.

Okey-dokey...

Alright.

(boat engine stops)

(sirens wailing)

-(lock clicks)
-Hah.

Cliff. Cliff.

Hey, I found your
glow-in-the-dark things,
you son of a bitch.

Cliff!
Oh, my God,

I found your murder things,
your chips, you asshole.

Jesus.

Hey. What are the cops
going to think about that, huh?

Cliff:
Put those chips
on the table

against video evidence,

fingerprints on the weapon.

You bet a bum hand,
Charlie Cale.

(laughs)
Nowhere to run.

Just sit tight, Charlie.
Relax.

(Cliff laughs)

The fuck?

Alright, man. No.

Shit, shit, shit. Okay.

Hey. (grunts)

(panting)
Oh, fuck!

Take it easy
take it easy!

Ahhh!

(sirens continue)

Son of a bitch!

Officer:
Sir, can you stay
right there for a second?

Hey, she swam off.

She just swam off
that way.

She's got to be right off
the boat that way.

-Charlie Cale.
-Cliff LeGrand,

I'm FBI Special Agent
Luca Clark.

Whoa. You okay?
Your eye is really fucked.

No, I'm not okay,
but it doesn't matter.

Charlie Cale,
the one who killed Sterling,

she's getting away right there.

We're not here to talk
about Mr. Sterling's case.

-What?
-Can I ask you
to verify for us?

Is this your voice
on this recording?

Cliff:
Should we call your father?

Sterling Jr.:
No, we're not calling
my fucking father.

I'm handling this.

Hey, you want me
to turn it up for you.

Sterling Jr.:
I can handle it.

Cliff:
Then tell me what to do.

Cliff LeGrand,
you're under arrest

for the murders of
Jerry and Natalie Hill.

Inevitable.

* *

Thanks.

(chuckles)
No.

Thanks, you.
Thank you.

This is the second massive case
I've closed in six months,

all thanks to you.

Ah.

I'm just happy
you got him.

Him, yeah, but no.

Cliff turned like
a bad penny on Beatrix Hasp.

Sold her down the river
for Sterling Sr.'s death.

That's...

Why do you think I'm not
arresting you right now?

'Cause we're friends.

(chuckles)

I mean, we haven't
caught her yet,

but the word
is out on the street.

She's under siege
from the Southwest Syndicate,

big news for us.

Anyway.

Well, look...

I'm going to ask you
one more time,

as a friend this time.

You want a job?

Had to ask.

-Alright.
-(Charlie chuckles)

Luca:
But keep my number.

I stick with you,
at this rate,

I'll be head of the bureau
in a year.

(chuckles)

So what's next?

Well... what are you, a cop?

Take it easy, man.

There you go, hon.

Come back again, okay?

(doorbell dings)

(can pops)

(phone buzzing)

Yeah.

Beatrix Hasp: (over phone)
Charlie Cale.

Do you know
who this is?

Yeah.
Uh, I have an assumption.

I mean,
Beatrix Hasp, right?

Beatrix:
Yeah.

Yeah, that's what I assumed.

Beatrix:
Well, listen, Charlie,

I'm here
with the Five Families.

You're there with
all five of them?

Beatrix:
Yeah, I got you on speaker.

And what we are dealing
with now is a war.

It's expensive
and a pain in the ass.

And it is no good.
It's bad.

It's ruinous,
is the word.

And it didn't need
to happen.

But it did.
It happened because of you.

Well, I disagree
with that.

Beatrix:
Which is your prerogative.

Look, this is
a courtesy call.

I know what your life's been
for the past year.

That was with Sterling,

who still did surveillance
with cassette tapes.

(Beatrix chuckles)
We, on the other hand,

are a fully modernized
crime syndicate.

There is no corner
of the country deep enough

to hide from us.

We're gonna find you.

And your death will be
neither quick nor comfortable.

Unless...

and this offer expires
when I hang up.

Cliff told me about
your circus freak
lie detector thing.

You come back right now,

you put it to work
for the Hasps,

and we'll see how it goes.

I mean,
look at that highway, kiddo.

This life,
how you're living,

you like that life?

Uh, I don't know.

Uh, I'm good at it.

It's what I got.

Beatrix:
Uh-huh.

And how long
do you think
you can keep it up?

Well, Bea...

let's all of us
find out together.

Huh?

* I hear some people been *

* Talking me down *

* Bring up my name *

* Pass it 'round *

* They don't mention *

* The happy times *

* They do their thing *

* I do mine *

* Ooh, baby,
that's hard to change *

* I can't tell them
how to feel *

* Some get stoned *

* Some get strange *

* But sooner or later *

* It all gets real *

* Walk on *

* Walk on *

* Walk on *

* Walk on *

* I remember
the good old days *

* Stayed up all night *

* Getting crazed *

* Then the money was *

* Not so good *

* But we still did *

* The best we could *

* *