All language subtitles for Poker Face S01E09 Escape from Shit Mountain

All right, everyone, we're gonna
increase the resistance by five

between 30 and 40...

Aw.

Nice, everyone, great work. Keep it up!

Aw.

Let's stay motivated, folks.

Forward, forward, forward.

Aw.

Fuck. Fuck.

That's right, Bobby.
Heavy snow is on the way

if it's not already here.

And with a winter weather advisory
now in place across the state,

we are asking that if you can stay inside
this evening, please do so

because we're expecting
most mountain passes

to be snowed in.

This storm has already crippled Denver
with road closures and blackouts

throughout the metro area.

Several feet of snow are expected tonight
as this front moves from west to east.

Well, luckily,
the storm system should break

before tomorrow morning's commute begins.

But we are keeping our eye on the radar,
and we will continue to update you

with further developments.

Officer Buckley,
I was just about to call you.

Yeah, sure you were, Nelson.

So, the storm took down
our monitoring system.

Your device will be out through the night,

but conditions on your parole still apply.

Do I need to remind you
of the consequences

if I don't hear from you?

No, sir. I understand.

Good. I'm coming to check on you

at 7:00 a.m.
when the system's back online.

You got that?

- Got it.
- All right, Trey.

Don't do anything fuckin' stupid.

Fuck. Yes!

Fuck.

Jesus.

Hey.

Hey.

Fuck.

Hey, brother.

How you doin', man?

Cool, so listen.

Hey, man.

I am so sorry about this.

This whole thing
is fuckin' nightmare. I...

Goddamn it, it's good
to see your face, man.

What's it been like, a year?

Years?

What do you think's
going to happen here, Trey?

I need to use the spot.

Hey.

All right, I'm going to go.

Look, man, I am a piece of shit,

and you are a true friend, brother.

But I do have to go.

But I'm going to text you.

We're going to talk this all out.

Okay.

You know what?

Let's talk it out now.

Let's go inside. Let's get a drink.

Everything's going to be good. Okay?

Okay.

You still got my stash?

Yeah, you do.

Place hasn't changed a bit.

Neither have you.

Here you go, buddy.

I don't know how you drink that shit, man.

It brings me back.

To better times.

I owe you a lot, brother. I know that.

And I am sorry that I didn't call you
as soon as I got back into town.

It's been a fucked-up year.

Can I show you something?

Look at this shit.

Some asshole at my firm
couldn't make his nut,

he goes all whistleblower,

accuses everyone of insider trading,

some bullshit.

They make me take the fall.

Now I'm six months
into a 14-month sentence,

losing my fucking mind.

Six months?

You been back for six months,

and this is how I hear from you.

I was on house arrest.

Yeah, you on phone arrest, too?

Bro, I was embarrassed.

Okay? The whole town knows me
as this big shot,

and then I come back

with a tag on my ankle like some cow.

Yeah, sure. It's humiliating
for you being back here, huh?

I didn't say that.

It's just, you're like family to me

and I...

I didn't want you to know.

Anyway, looks like
you're doing great, huh?

Your pops left you the place?

Yeah. It's been a real picnic.

You got your family's money
and you go to Stanford,

and I get stuck in this
fucking dump, you know?

Fuck.

You don't know what this place was like
after all of it.

You were gone.

Everywhere I looked, I saw her face.

It's the power.

It does this during storms.

Oh, you want to go?

Yeah, no, you should fucking go.

Look, there's nothing I can say to help

what happened.

Maybe we just shouldn't talk about it.

Yeah, right.
I mean, you got what you wanted. Yeah.

- I didn't say that.
- I'm not a fuckin' idiot, Trey.

I know I didn't go to college,
but I know what I'm here for.

You know what?
How about I just give you some money?

Man, it's the same damn thing
since we were kids.

I don't need that shit.

Okay.

Fuck you, too, then.

And I went to Harvard.
Not fucking Stanford.

The roads in are shut down.

Hold on. Hold on.

Hey!

Hey, she's hurt.
I think we need some help.

All right. Looky here.

More trees.

Oh, hi.

You know, there's probably
even more trees over that way

at the scenic overlook of trees.

Enjoy.

Anything I can help you with?

Oh, no, I'm good. Just trying to get off

these never-ending mountains from hell.

Why would you want to leave?

Oh, hi.

Well, that's a quality question.

I guess I just don't
really go in for heights.

It whacks out my nasal passages.

It's a real...

You don't really need to know all this,
but it is a mess.

Can I show you something?

Well, I'd love to,
but I've got a very strict

no second location policy.

Served me well,
kept me from getting Zodiac'd.

And I have been kind of

a death magnet this past year, so...

No, no, but...

Well, we do all have to go sometime.

Let me just fold up my map.

Oh, great. More trees. Terrific.

You don't like trees?

Pine trees, nah.

You know what it is?
I smell pine and, boom,

shitty Christmas memories.

- Proustian.
- Yeah.

Yeah, right. Proustian.

Check it out!

I call it the Magic Mountain.

Isn't it awesome?

It's fuckin' gorgeous.

I'm never leaving Magic Mountain.

I'm never leaving Magic Mountain!

No!

- Ma'am, please, no.
- No, ma'am...

- Please stop.
- ...it's gratis.

Tips not required, but always appreciated.

Here. Please. Please.

Oh.

Thank you. Kind of.

Hey, hey. What did I tell you?

You can't be here.

You're freaking out the customers.

Stan, my man, believe me, I am trying.

Okay? Just a couple more windshields,

and I'll be able
to get the Cuda to Denver.

Now you, you want me in Denver.

I know you do. You want this for me.

If you're not out of here in 20 minutes,
I'm calling the cops.

Ah, you're a prince among men, Stan.

You're a prince among...

Dude, you fucking wiped.

You fucking wiped.

Yeah. Yeah, I sure did.

Oh. God.

Are you okay?

You need anything?
I got some Advil or Aleve,

maybe a lidocaine patch or codeine,

Percocet, Peyote.

You want coke? I can get us some coke.

Okay, easy, hacky sack.

All I want is to get off
this shit mountain.

You got a car?

Thatta way.

- It's nice!
- Yeah. It's empty.

Where are you headed?

Sea level.

Love that for you.

So, if I fill you up,
will you give me a ride?

For real? All right.

Hey, I am just going
to need my wallet back.

You're hilarious.

Come on.

Stan, my man.

I am here as a bona fide customer.

I'm going to need a fill-up
on number seven.

I've been seeing these everywhere.

- They ever find this girl?
- No.

That thing's been hanging there
for ten years, so no.

Family name.

If I run this card,

you're taking her with you.

Oh, you will never see us again.

Have a safe trip, Mr. Bernstein.

So, Mortimer,

what brought you to Shit Mountain?

I board. So I follow the snow.

But that life is not cheap, so...

So kind of a gentleman thief situation.

All right.

Well, I'm similarly nomadic

minus the kleptomania.

But maybe I should try it.
You could give me lessons.

Sorry. I don't do sex stuff.

No judgment, though.

Man, it is really fuckin' dumping, huh?

Wonder if we should
put on the chains or something.

Nah.

Chains are a myth by big automotive.

If you start to skid,
just turn into the...

Deer!

You got to be kidding me.

You were supposed to turn into the...

All right, Morty, come on.

Shit.

Shit, shit, Shit Mountain.

- You have a phone?
- What? No.

I'm off the grid.

Okay, I have one, but it's dead.

So if you don't have
a charger in here, then...

Hey, you know what?

Why don't I stay in the car?

You can walk back,
find that gas station dude.

I know they had a tow truck.

Oh. Great idea, Mortimer.

Yes, that is a great idea.

I am definitely going to do that.

Just riddle me this, Morty.

Are you going to steal my car?

- No.
- Bullshit.

You are 100% going to steal my car.

Okay, fine!

I'll walk back and get us a tow.

Okay?

- Jeez.
- Mortimer.

- Mortimer.
- What?

Wallet.

Klepto freak.

Morty.

Be careful.

All right, Morty, where did you go?

Fuck.

Hey!

Hey, over here. Help!

Oh, my God.

This asshole's really not going to stop.

Hold on.

Down, down, down.

Hey, she's hurt.
I think we need some help.

Hey.

Are you me?

Hey. Try to stay awake.

Did I just die on Shit Mountain?

You're at a motel.
We found you by the door.

Do you know what happened?

I'm dead.

I died on Shit Mountain.

I've always been the caretaker.

What? No, you're not dead.

Do you know what happened?

Hello.

Little twiggy friend.

Where did you come from?

Hey, can you focus?

Can you focus on me right now?

Mr. Serious Focus Man.

- That's me. Yes.
- Hello.

Listen, you've been very badly hurt,

but you're safe.

We're trying to figure out what happened.

- What do you remember?
- Yeah.

You see? Okay.

There was moose.

- Moose?
- Moose.

Communicating.

And I thought,

is he warning me?

Some kind of a moose warning?

That's crazy, though. But he was.

So you think you were attacked by a moose?

No, no, no. That's a stag.

Hey, what's your name?

Charlie.

So sorry, where am I?

You're at a motel. We found you outside.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck!

My leg!

Jesus. Oh, my God, my everything.

Do you know what happened to you?

Yeah.

I was...

Come on, think hard.

Don't press her, dude.

Okay. No, it's okay.

So, I was on the road,

and you were there.

You know, a mini you,

and there were headlights and they were,

they were coming right at me.

And do you remember
what kind of car it was?

I don't remember. Just lights.

And then, oh,
my entire body exploded in pain,

and I saw a bunch of stars.

And just as I was headed for the light,

I was a kid again.

Back at Anaheim Shores Beach Club.

My family went there one summer
when I was eight.

Oh, I hated that place.

But in my dying moment,
that is where I went.

Which is, oh, it's very confusing for me.

Because what if...

Oh, God.

What if that was
the happiest moment of my life?

So you don't remember anything real?

My mom,

she put me in a Smurfette monokini.

Why would she do that? And...

Wait a minute, who are you guys?

- Jimmy. We're friends.
- Trey.

So, what happened next?

Yeah.

Then I woke up in a tree,

'cause God knows you've got
nothing but trees around here.

And then

I slashed my way out with my stabby stick.

Okay, I'm at, like, seven percent.

But there's no hotspot,
no Wi-Fi, no nothing.

Dude. What happened to you?

Mortimer Bernstein, you son of a bitch.

We'll let you two catch up.

I almost had a heart attack...

Just relax. Okay?

I mean, she's alive, right?
So that's good news.

The only good news is
she's got a classic case of CRS.

Can't Remember Shit.

With any luck, she's fucking concussed.

- Permanent brain damage.
- Don't say that.

What, you want to start
answering questions

about what went down?

All right, look, the roads are closed.

They're not going anywhere tonight, okay?

We'll get 'em a room.
We'll keep 'em here till morning.

"We"? No, I can't do anything.
I got to go home.

No, no, no. You're not bailing on me.

Do you know what happens
if I get caught outside my house?

I don't give a shit, okay?
What if they call the cops?

Then we've got police crawling all over.

And what if they find the spot?

They can't find the spot.

That's why it's the spot.

- But what if?
- Shut the fuck up.

You wanna call the cops?

Let's call the cops.

Phone lines are down.

Hey!

Hey, we're having an emergency
down at the Deerfield Motel.

Can you please put me through
to the police station?

No. No cops. No cops.

Just with the storm,
they're probably so busy

with the snow plows and the snow things.

Yeah, you're probably right.

I don't think they could even get through
with the roads closed.

Yeah, I saw a bunch of guys
shutting down the road to Denver.

It is bad.

Why were you driving my car to Denver?

To look for you.

Silly.

You stole my car?

Man, you fucking klepto hippie freak.

Okay, you don't need
to get weird about it.

Morty, look me in the eyes.

Did you or any of your associates
run me over so you could steal my car?

No.

All right.

Oh, man. Wallet.

Ladies, the closest clinic
is in Avon over the pass.

I think it's too dangerous
to get you there tonight.

So, how about this?
Jimmy sets you up with a room.

You clean up that leg, get some rest.

Gratis?

Gratis.

Yeah. Let's figure this all out
in the morning.

- Can you walk?
- Yeah, probably.

Bea Arthur, that fucking hurts.

Wait, wait, I can make a splint.

I do this all the time.

I just need a stick
and make it half the size...

No, no, that's an antique.

I'll buy you another antique.

Guys, be cool.
We can just use my stabby stick.

Where is it?

It's actually exactly
the perfect size, so...

Mortimer! Fuck in the fuck?

That is not a stick.

Yeah, that's a bone.

Where'd you get that thing?

I don't know, the place I woke up,

in the tree thing out in the woods.

You know, there's animal bones
everywhere out there.

No way, dude.

That is a person bone.

Congratulations,
because I think you found a fossil.

That's like Paleolithic or something.

From a caveman?

Could be.

No, that bone's not old.

It's got metal pins in it.

So that's surgical, right?

I know what this is.

What? We're all suddenly
bone-ologists here?

My bud Turbo had a gnarly half-pipe crash,

and they did surgery
and put pins in his legs.

And he showed me the X-rays,
and they looked just

like that.

Morty, you and me, at Stan's,

that sign with the snowboarding girl
who went missing,

the one you see all over town, right?

This does sound familiar.

Well, yes, because you were there.

Come on, bus stops, Burger Kings,
everywhere you go, you see that,

that flier with their face on it.

You guys know
what I'm talking about, right?

She's got a catchy name.
Like Jackie Jazz or Claudia.

Oh, the hotel must have

one of those missing posters, right?

- No.
- Bullshit.

Why would you lie about that?

I know exactly why.

Because there was a reward, $75,000.

See? I do remember.

That's very sharp of you, Morty.

And Jimbo here is lying because he wants

the reward all to himself.

What the fuck, dude?

Jesus. Yes, I have one.

Hey, look, Morty, are you thinking
what I'm thinking?

- 75K.
- We found Chloe Jones.

Hey, the chances that it's this girl,

I mean, what are we
even talking about here?

And we still can't do anything about it
until tomorrow morning.

Jimmy, get the rooms ready.
The motel's empty.

We're going to give you
the best rooms in the place.

They're exactly the same
as all the other rooms.

Jimmy.

Come on.

- Morty.
- Hang on a sec.

Morty, would you stop stealing
for one second and listen to me?

- What?
- Well, you're a woman of the world.

I mean, I can't be the only one
getting bad mojo around here, right?

Now, these guys want to put us in a room.

Well, that is a second location,
my friend.

- So?
- I've got a very strict

"never let dudes take you
to a second location" policy.

Served me quite well.

I don't know.

I'm pretty sure the whole motel
counts as one location.

Besides, the angry one
in the sweatsuit's kind of hot.

Okay, well, he's wearing an ankle monitor,

so that's kind of a major red flag.

Oh, yeah?

Morty.

I'm just saying,
those things are mostly for rich guys

that have lawyers
and do, like, light crimes.

Light crimes. Oh, very good. Okay.

You guys make a terrific couple.
I'll see you at the wedding, Gatsby.

Hot or not, there's no way we're sharing
that reward money with those brodinskis.

We wouldn't even know it was a bone

if it weren't for me.

Ah, yes. Your contributions
have been manifold.

And you are the one who found it

because you were left for dead.

That's not nothing.

No, you're right. That's not nothing.

In fact, it's odd, huh?

What?

Well, what are the chances
of me almost dying

and then getting dumped
right next to another body?

- Statistically?
- No, wait.

I wasn't dumped.

That weird tree thing that I woke up in,
it's hard to find.

You'd have to know it was there.

So that means

whoever hit me in the road
and stuck me there,

they also maybe buried Chloe Jones.

Yeah, I figured that out 10 minutes ago.

But the thing with a hit-and-run
is they probably ran.

Ran where? The roads are closed.

There is nowhere to run.
Give me the phone.

Only if you promise we split the reward.

Yeah, you win. Give me the phone.

Look, I'm calling this in under your name,

you know, assuming that you have one.

Holy shit. This line is dead.

I don't think these guys called the cops.

- Why would they do that?
- Oh, I don't know,

but I'm not really
in a speculating mood right now.

- We need to go.
- I am not going anywhere

without getting that reward.

Morty, we need to go now!

Fine.

But you're really messed up,
and I can't carry you.

You need, like, gauze and meds.

Maybe there's some first aid shit
in your trunk.

Wait, why were you going through my trunk?

- I'll be right back.
- Bullshit, Morty.

Goddamn you, Bernstein.

What are the fucking odds, man?

I'm not even supposed to be here.

Yeah, well, you called me.

Now they're going to call the cops

for some pissant reward?

You know, for most people, Trey,

75 grand is real money.

Okay, working-class hero,
I get it, it's real money for them.

Then why don't you open your wallet, huh?

Double the reward.
If they keep their mouth shut,

pay 'em off. That's what you do, right?

My God, it's not like
you didn't take the money!

Because you did, didn't you?

Now you're trying to play all wounded

and throw that back in my face
ten years later?

Look, we just need to get
through the night, okay?

They'll leave. You heard them.
They don't want fucking cops.

Those chicks are shady as hell.

Yeah, well, you know what?
Maybe that works in our favor.

I'm saying they're unpredictable.

Maybe we just take care of them.

Don't make me ask
what the fuck that means.

They can be handled.

If you're worried they're going to bolt,

I've got some blues
I can slip 'em, all right?

Give 'em a good night's sleep

and then pay 'em.

And they're gone.

Okay.

But you better be right.

Last thing I need is another chick

going crazy on me right now.

What the fuck? What?

They can be handled?

Great instincts, bro.

Oh, shit.

Chloe.

Ka-ching.

You lose this?

I was just coming to check on you,

but looks like you're taking
pretty good care of yourself.

I always do.

Why don't you lower that gun
before someone gets hurt?

Hurt?

Seems like that bird has flown, Trey.

That's a lot of hurt in there.

Look, I don't know
what you think's going on.

I think I just caught
the psychopathic asshole

who hit my friend in the road
and buried them in a tree.

- Calm down.
- And was dumb enough to do it

in the stupidest shoes
to wear in the snow.

Ever.

Yeah, you left your dipshit footprints
at a crime scene.

And it was a gnarly crime scene.

That's Chloe Jones in there.

So, between this and the LoJack
on your ankle,

I'm starting to think
you've got quite a lot to lose here, Trey.

Tell me what you want.

That was the first smart thing
you've said all night.

Come on, you little bastard.

You gotta be fucking kidding me.

Okay.

Jesus.

- Oh.
- Where's your friend?

She's getting something from the car.

Well, she forgot your keys.

Yeah.

So, you knew Chloe Jones?

So, you're the guy.

The guy?

The guy who drops 300K on a car

just to show the world
what a big dick he has.

Guilty.

Just so you understand
what you're getting here,

this is a Lamborghini Urus.

Urus. Twin-turbo V-8, graphite capsule,
only a few hundred in the U.S.

I don't just steal wallets.

I take pride in my work.

Not that I've ever boosted
a ride as sweet as this one.

Little better than
the junker out front, huh?

Got that right.

Damn.

You really hit her.

That going to be a problem?

Just cosmetic damage.

You're an asshole.

But you already knew that.

- Do we have a deal?
- Yeah, we have a deal.

But if you're thinking
about calling the cops

as soon as I hit the road,

don't forget that I know
all about your little hidey-hole.

And I got a phone full of photos.

Yeah.

Trey was the one who was tight with Chloe.

They had this on-again, off-again thing.

But sometimes we all hung out.

It was fun being around her.

You know, she had an energy.

I miss her.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, it seems like
she was kind of a big deal

with the snowboarding.

Sort of a real small-town hero, huh?

Everyone thought she was going to go
to the Olympics.

Then she just vanished.

People talked, pressure got to her.

Being the golden child, she skipped town.

There was a lot of talk.

- You're not looking so hot.
- Yeah.

You should take these. It's ibuprofen.

I'd start with two.

Yeah. Thanks.

So, you think that's her out there?

I don't want to think about it.

Right. I mean, I...

Me, I just... I can't get over

the coincidence, you know...

Like, do you think that
maybe the same guy...

What did I just say?

I can't think about it, you know?

It's too hard.

You know, this isn't a cold case mystery

for me or some bullshit.

It never fucking goes away.

Does it ever go away?

I wish

I'd have protected her from

whatever.

I wish I'd have been strong like that.

Man, I'm sorry.

I just started snapping
into this mode I have and...

You know, it's been pretty messed up here,
to tell you the truth.

I generally live in the sunshine.

But this year,

I mean, it has eroded me, you know.

It's just... Jesus, like...

It's been pretty dark, actually, you know.

It's hard to feel safe and...

Anyway.

Look, I'm sorry. I...

I'm not going to let anything
happen to you tonight.

You believe me, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Tell you what, Jimmy, end of the day,

all I really want to do

is get off this shit mountain.

Anaheim Shores.

Proustian.

- You okay?
- What the hell is in this?

Oh, shit. Oh, that's Trey's coconut rum.

He fucking loves that shit.
Sorry about that. Hold up.

You know, I think I'm just going to

find Morty

and get out of here.

Strong

ibuprofen.

Au revoir, Morty.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Ibuprofen, my ass.

- What happened to the girl?
- Don't worry about it. We're good.

No, dude. You look like shit.

Yeah, because I was busy
fixing our problem.

Saving you again. You're welcome.

Trey, what did you do to her?

It's not going to be a problem
for us anymore, okay?

Oh, fuck, Morty, I'm sorry.

- Oh, my God.
- No one is going to miss this girl.

- Okay? Nobody.
- We all could have...

Fuck you guys. Fuck you.

You took this way too far, man.

I caught her trying to steal my car.

- Okay?
- Bullshit.

She was gonna go to the cops.

I did what I had to do
to save your sorry ass.

- To save me?
- Yeah.

I didn't want any of this.

Yeah, well, I didn't want
to crash my 300K car

because some chick's
going crazy on me again.

That's the second time
you say that tonight.

Say what?

Some other chick going crazy on you.

Are you talking about Chloe?

Fucking shit. Are you serious?

- We're gonna talk about this right now?
- Was it, Trey? Trey.

- Here we go.
- What did you do?

- Hold on. Do you hear that?
- Shit.

- No. Don't change the...
- Shut the fuck up. Listen.

Gotcha.

- Oh.
- Oh, shit.

I thought you were asleep.

Well, you also thought I was dead, right?

So I guess this is a thing I do now.

- You should have stayed down.
- Trey.

Man, you fucking ran me over.

- Chill out.
- Look, whatever he told you,

he is lying, okay?

- He killed Chloe...
- Okay.

- ...and now he's doing it again.
- We need to get her outside.

He's just going to leave you here
to do his dirty work,

and then he's going to bail.

Just leave you in this
haunted moose lodge,

seeing Chloe everywhere you look.

Are you trying to play us

against each other?

We've been friends for years.

Bullshit. Okay?

Jimmy, he killed her. You understand?

- He killed Chloe.
- Oh, my God, you bitch!

This is pathetic, right?

Trey, what did you mean?

What?

Another chick going crazy on you.
What did you mean?

Don't let her get inside
your head right now, man.

Chloe.

Chloe.

Did she go crazy on you?

- Dude.
- You said she had an accident.

A bad reaction to the coke
I sold you, that she fell.

That is what happened. She fell.

No, that is bullshit.

Did you hit her?

- Did you push her?
- No!

Bullshit!

Okay, none of this matters!

We were kids.

I mean, who cares?

Jimmy, how long have we known each other?

Think about everything we've been through.

Man, you were always like my big brother.

You're my protector.
And now I can return the favor.

You want out of all this?
I can get you out.

- Jimmy...
- Whatever you want.

Whatever you want.

We just got to do this one last thing.

Jimmy, please.

All right.

There he is.

Let's get her outside.
It's cleaner that way.

No.

Okay. Come on. Let's just get...

Back up, man.

Get out of my way.

- You ruined my life.
- I ruined your life?

I was the only good thing you had going.

You were a loser then,
just like you're a loser now.

Look at you, still stuck in this shithole?

Let me tell you a secret.

This is where you were always going to be.

Maybe.

But at least I'm done being your bitch.

That is how you fuckin' do it!

Morning, Trey.

It's your friendly neighborhood
parole officer.

Be right there.

All right, man, hurry up.

It's cold out here.

Merry Christmas.

This morning, Colorado residents

who were in a decade-long search...

...responding to a tip

from a parole officer...

Robocop.

...on the property of the Deerfield Motel.

Authorities have confirmed
that the remains

belong to long-missing snowboarding phenom

Chloe Jones.

In a bizarre twist,
Jones was discovered alongside

two more recent slayings.

A local, James Silva, was found dead

along with a drifter named Charlie Cale,

whose body and identification was found
in a wrecked vehicle near the property.

- Mortimer?
- They're both believed

to be victims of a wealthy parolee,

Trey Nelson.

Stay tuned for more
on this developing story.

And now we turn to county politics
where a referendum on snowmobiling has...

I'm dead.

Holy God Almighty.

I'm dead.

It's over. We got her.

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