All language subtitles for Poker.Face.S01E09.WEBRip.HI

(sighs)

Trainer: (on bike)
Alright, everyone, we're gonna

increase the resistance
by five

between 30 and 40...

(whirring)

(video game chiming)

(tires screeching)

(engine revving)

(phone chimes)

App:
Aww.

(sighs)

(sniffs)

Trainer: Nice, everyone, great work.
Keep it up!

(whirring)

(bangs club)

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(phone chimes)

App:
Aww.

Trainer:
Let's stay motivated, folks.

Forward, forward, forward.

(whirring)

(video game chiming)

(engine revving)

(sighs)

(phone chimes)

App:
Aww.

(clicking)

(drain gurgling)

(sighs)

(phone chimes)

-Fuck. Fuck.
-(alarm beeping)

(door closes)

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.

(tapping)

(phone ringing)

Officer Buckley, I was
just about to call you.

Officer Buckley:
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.

Officer Buckley: Good.
I'm coming to check on you

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

You got that?

-Got it.
-Officer Buckley: Alright, Trey.

Don't do anything
fuckin' stupid.

(ice cubes clinking)

(chuckles)

(engine revving)

-(hip-hop music playing)
-(whooping)

Fuck. Yes!

(engine revving)

(hip-hop music continues)

Ahhh!

(tires screeching)

(thud)

(tires screeching)

(engine idling)

Fuck.

(hip-hop music continues)

(music stops)

Trey:
Jesus.

(bottle clinks)

Hey.

Hey.

Fuck.

(trunk beeps)

(grunting)

(beeps)

(panting)

(engine starts)

(line ringing)

Hey, brother.

How you doin', man?

Cool, so listen...

(neon light buzzing)

(engine revving)

Hey, man.

I am so sorry
about this.

This whole thing
is fuckin' nightmare. I--

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

What's it been like,
a year?

Y-years?

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

I need to use the spot.

(footsteps crunching)

Hey.

Alright, uh,
I'm going to go.

(engine revs)

Look, man,
I am a piece of shit,

and you are
a true friend, brother.

But I, 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,
let's talk it out now.

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

Everything's going
to be good. Okay?

Okay.

You still got my stash?

Ahhh, 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, you,
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.
(scoffs)

And I went to Harvard.
Not fucking Stanford.

(banging on door)

(banging continues)

The roads in
are shut down.

(banging continues)

(gasps)

(vehicle approaching)

Hold on. Hold on.

Hey!

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

(light acoustic guitar playing)

Alright.
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?
-Charlie: Hmm?

Oh, hi.

Uh, well,
that's a quality question.

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

It, uh, 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, uh...

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.

♪ Though you failed
at love and lost ♪

♪ And sorrow's turned
your heart to frost ♪

♪ I will mend
your heart again ♪

♪ Remember the feeling
as a child ♪

♪ When you woke up
and morning smiled ♪

♪ It's time,
it's time, it's time ♪

♪ You felt like that again ♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪ There is just
no percentage in ♪

♪ Remembering the past ♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪ To live again
and love at last ♪

♪ Come with me,
leave your yesterday ♪

♪ Your yesterday behind ♪

♪ And take a giant step
outside your mind ♪

(both laugh)

I'm never leaving
Magic Mountain.

I'm never leaving
Magic Mountain!

(splashes)

(sighs)

No!

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

-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--

(grunts)

Ah.

Dude, you fucking wiped.

-Charlie: Huh?
-You fucking wiped.

Yeah. Yeah, I sure did.

Oh. God.

-Are you okay?
-Charlie: Oof.

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.

Uh, all I want is to get off
this shit mountain.

You got a car?

Uh, thatta way.

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

Where are you headed?

Sea level.

Love that for you.

(Charlie chuckles)

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

For real? Alright.

Uh, hey, I am just going
to need my wallet back.

(laughs)

You're hilarious.

Ah!

Come on.

-(doorbell rings)
-Charlie: 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?
-Stan: 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.

Alright.

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!

(tires screeching)

You got to be kidding me.

You were supposed
to turn into the--

Charlie:
Alright, Morty, come on.

(Charlie sighs)

(engine starts)

Charlie:
Ahhh!

(engine revving)

Shit.

Shit, shit, Shit Mountain.

-You have a phone?
-What? No.

I'm, 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 percent
going to steal my car.

Okay, fine!

I'll walk back
and get us a tow.

Okay?

-Geez.
-Mortimer.

-Mortimer.
-What?

Wallet.

Klepto freak.

Morty.

-(door slams)
-Be careful.

(sighs)

(wind gusting)

Alright, Morty,
where did you go?

(sighs)

Fuck.

(grunts)

Hey!

Hey, over here. Help!

-Oh my god.
-(engine revving)

This asshole's really
not going to stop.

(tires screeching)

(gasping)

Ah!
(groaning)

(panting)

(grunts)

(groans)

(tapping)

(gasps)

Trey: Hold on.

-Down, down, down.
-(vehicle approaching)

(engine revving)

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

Hey.

Are you me?

(distorted, muffled voices)

(snaps fingers)

Jimmy: Hey.
Try to stay awake.

Did I just die
on Shit Mountain?

Trey: 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? Uh, no,
you're not dead.

Do you know
what happened?

(groans)

Hello.

Little twiggy friend.

Where did you come from?

Hey, can you focus?

Can you focus
on me right now?

Mr. Serious Focus Man.

-Trey: 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.

Uh, you see?
Uh, okay, uh...

There was moose.

-Moose?
-Charlie: 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. Uh...

So sorry,
um, where I am.

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

Charlie:
Yeah.

Uh-huh.

Ah! Ah!

Oh fuck!

My leg!

Jesus. Oh, my God,
my everything.

Do you know
what happened to you?

Yeah. Uh...

I was, uh...

Come on, think hard.

Don't press her, dude.

Okay.
No, it's, it's okay.

Uh... so...

(sighs)

I was on the road,

and you were there.

You know,
a mini you, uh, and...

there were headlights
and they were,

they were coming
right at me.

And do you remember
what kind of car it was?

I, I, I don't remember.
Just, 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.

Uh, 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?

Uh...

my mom,

she put me
in a Smurfette monokini.

Why would she do that?
And, uh...

Wait a minute, uh, uh,
who are you guys?

-Jimmy. We're friends.
-Trey.

So what happened next?

Yeah. Then I...

I woke up in a tree,

'cause God knows
you've got nothing

but trees around here.

And then I...

I slashed my way out
with my stabby stick.

-(toilet flushes)
-(door opens)

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.

(whispering)
I almost had a heart attack--

(whispering)
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?

Alright, 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 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!

Trey: Hey, we're having
an emergency

down at the Deerfield Motel.

Can you please put me
through to the police station?

Charlie:
No. No cops. No cops.

Uh...

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.

Alright.

Oh man. Wallet.

Trey: 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?
-Uh, yeah, probably.

(groans)

Bea Arthur,
that fucking hurts.

Morty: 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.

Uh, guys, be cool.
We can just use my stabby stick.

Where is it?
It's, uh,

it's actually exactly

the perfect size, so...

(screams)

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, uh,
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?

Whoa! 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, uh,
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.

Charlie: 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.

Uh, you guys know what
I'm talking about, right?

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

Oh, the,
the hotel must have

one of those
missing posters, right?

-No.
-Bullshit.

Why would you lie
about that?

Morty:
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.

-(door opens)
-Jimmy.

Come on.

-Morty.
-Hang on a sec.

Morty, w-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,
he's wearing an ankle monitor,

so that's kind of
a major red flag.

Oh yeah? Ooh.

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?

-Morty: 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, y-y-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.

God damn you, Bernstein.

What are
the fucking odds, man?

I'm not even
supposed to be here.

Yeah, well, you called me.

Trey: 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.

(Trey sighs)

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, alright?

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.

♪ ♪

(rustling)

Oh shit.

(camera shutter clicks)

Chloe.

Ka-ching.

Oh.

(camera shutter clicking)

(gun cocks)

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, uh,
lower that gun

before someone gets hurt?

Hurt?

(laughs)

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.

(Charlie grunts)

Come on,
you little bastard.

(grunting)

Augh. You gotta be
fucking kidding me.

Okay.

Aah!

(panting)

(grunting)

Jesus.

(door opens)

-Oh.
-Where's your friend?

Uh, she's getting something
from the car.

Well, she forgot your keys.

Yeah.

So you knew Chloe Jones?

So you're the guy.

Trey:
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 US.

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?

(engine revving)

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.

(thud)

Trey was the one
who was tight with Chloe.

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

But... sometimes
we all hung out.

Huh.

Jimmy: It was fun
being around her.

You know,
she had an energy.

I miss her.

I'm sorry. Uh...

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.

Charlie:
Yeah. Thanks.

So you think
that's her out there?

I don't want
to think about it.

Charlie:
Right. I mean, I--

Me, I just,
I can't get over

the coincidence,
you know, uh--

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...

I'd have
protected her from...

whatever I...

I wish I'd have been
strong like that.

Man, I-I'm sorry.

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

You know, it's, 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, uh...

Anyway.

Look, I-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.

-Jimmy: 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, uh,
I think I'm just going to...

ow, find Morty

and, uh, get,
get out of here.

Strong...

ibuprofen.

(wind whistling)

(car approaching)

(crashing)

Au revoir, Morty.

(fire crackling)

Oh, Jesus Christ.

(door closes)

Ibuprofen, my ass.

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

No, dude.
You look like shit.

Trey: Yeah, because I was busy
fixing our problem.

Saving you again.
You're welcome.

Jimmy: Trey,
what did you do to her?

Trey: It's not going
to be a problem

for us anymore, okay.

Oh fuck, Morty,
I'm sorry.

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

-Okay? Nobody.
-Jimmy: 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.

Trey: 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.

Trey: 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?

Jimmy: Some other chick
going crazy on you.

Are 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?
-Charlie: Shit.

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

(keys jingling)

Charlie:
Gotcha.

-(clattering)
-Ah!

-Jimmy: Oh.
-Charlie: Oh shit.

I thought
you were asleep.

Uh, 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.

Charlie: 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.

It's just, 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.

Alright.

(thumps back)
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.

(gunshot)

-(clattering)
-(Charlie screams)

Oh!

(click)

(clicking)

(screams, grunts)

(both grunting)

(groans)

(wind whistling)

(grunting)

(keys jingling)

(door opens)

(car starts)

(car door opens)

(grunting)

♪ ♪

(door opens)

That is how
you fuckin' do it!

Woo!

(laughing)

Officer Buckley: (over intercom)
Morning, Trey,

It's your friendly
neighborhood

parole officer.

Be right there.

(grunting)

Officer Buckley:
Alright, man, hurry up.

It's cold out here.

(grunts, winces)

(beeping)

(exhales)

(beeping)

Merry Christmas.

Reporter: This morning,
Colorado residents

who were in
a decade-long search...

Ah.

Reporter:
...responding to a tip

from a parole officer...

Robocop.

Reporter: ...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 Kale,

whose body
and identification was found

in a wrecked vehicle
near the property.

-Mortimer?
-Reporter: 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.

(laughing)

(laughter continues)

(ringing)

Cliff:
It's over. We got her.

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

(Courtney Barnett's
"Everybody Here Hates You" playing)

♪ I feel stupid ♪

♪ I feel useless ♪

♪ I feel insane ♪

♪ I feel toothless ♪

♪ Man, you're ruthless ♪

♪ Aw yeah ♪

♪ I go to Loving Hut ♪

♪ I get my hair cut ♪

♪ I feel the same ♪

♪ I feel putrid ♪

♪ I'm getting used to it ♪

♪ These days ♪