All language subtitles for Poker.Face.S01E01.720p.x265-T0PAZ.mkv3

(wheels squeaking)

(cart rattling)

(people chattering)

(man and woman shouting)

(cart rattling)

(funky music playing)

(spray hisses)

(speaking Spanish)

(knocking on door)

Housekeeping.

(lock beeps)

(heavy breathing)

(camera shutter clicks)

(toilet flushing)

(line ringing)

-(people chattering)
-(machines beeping)

I'm out.

(coins clinking)

-Man: That's the gig.
You got it?
-Man 2: Yes, sir.

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

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

I'm fine.
I was, uh...

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

the high roller room.

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

Everything's going
to be alright.

(Natalie sighs)

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

It's alright, 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.

Sterling:
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 what, 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?

Uh, 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, alright?

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.

Alright, 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.

Cliff: You're doing
the right thing.

(door opens)

(door closes)

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.

(people chattering)

(machines beeping)

(clicking)

(beeping)

-Chief.
-Cliff: Good night, Ben.

(tires squealing)

(engine revving)

Hey, Nat.

* *

(banging on door)

We ain't voting.

(banging continues)

Goddamn it.
I said we ain't voting!

(gunshot)

(increases volume)

-(TV playing loudly)
-(Natalie sighs)

(car door closes)

(lock rattling)

-Jerry.
-(gunshot)

(gunshot)

(motorcycle revving)

Okay. It's done.

-Woman: You alright?
-Yeah.

Where were we?

* *

(phone chiming)

Yeah. God.

(dog barking)

Oh. What's good, John-O?

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, 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.

John-O:
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.

(Charlie laughs)

Okay, man.

(engine cranking)

Goddamn.

Ah, geez.

(phone beeping)

(line ringing)

Hey. Uh, did you leave yet?

Charlie: 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.

(Charlie chuckles)

(rock music playing)

(scanner beeping)

How you doing?
You alright?

Yes, I'm good.

-Oh, bullshit.
-What?

What? I hear bullshit,
I say bullshit.

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

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

-Nothing.
-Uh-huh.

Can we just, maybe,
just, can we not?

-I'm fine.
-Well, bullshit, but alright.

-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.

(alarm beeping)

-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.

(sighs)
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.

Man:
Alright, place your bets,
place your bets.

(laughs)

Uh, uh, where's it
gonna land?

Nobody knows.

(both laughing)

-Hey, Chuck.
-Yeah.

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

Uh, big guy who?

Oh shit.

Alright. What else
does he need for the meeting?

And coffee? Alright.

Alright. Thanks.
I'll make sure he gets it.

Hmm.

Alrighty. Bye-bye.

Charlie Cale,
I'm here to get fired.

Hello, Miss Cale.

I'm happy
to finally meet you.

Yeah, well, alright.

Have a seat.

Something to drink?

Uh... no.

Uh, like what?

Anything.

No.

So I, 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, uh,
three months ago?

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

Alright. 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.
-(Charlie chuckles)

Ah. He did not.

Uh, 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.

(refrigerator door opens)

-Really haven't?
-Charlie: 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, uh, 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.

(ball clatters)

You seem awfully blasé
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, I, uh,
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, 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.

(laughing)

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.
(groans)

How can you not see
that this is a...

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.

(phone ringing)

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.

Alright, well,
get Cliff there.
He'll know.

Okay. Mm-hmm. 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, uh...

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 know she's,
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, this is
what we're doing, huh?

Get the fuck--
(grunts)

Get off of me!

Cliff, he's got a gun.

(people gasp)

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, alright.

Cliff got him.
You're alright.

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,
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.

(sighs)

(man talking on TV)

What is a miracle, Vincent?

Act of God.

Jules: 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.

Natalie:
It's his house.

He owned it
before we got together.

Get a divorce,
you get to keep the house.

(sighs)
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.

Vincent:
What do you mean
walk the earth?

Jules: You know,
like Caine in "Kung Fu."

(door opens)

Sterling:
You know who that is?

Charlie: Uh, yeah,
it's Mr. Caine.

Yeah, Kazimir Caine.
Oil guy. Right.

You know why
you know who he is?

Charlie:
Well, he's a high roller.

Anything he asks for,

we bump it
to the top of the ticket

and tell the floor boss.

Sterling:
Caine is a whale.

He's one of four
or five whales

we get in here
every year.

We, 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.

Charlie: Alright,
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. Hm?
We'll figure it out.

Can you do your thing
over video?

Yeah, I think so.

And, and when is this game?

Day after tomorrow.
We got 48 hours.

Uh, and,
and your dad's alright

with, uh, us plucking
his golden goose?

My dad?

(phone rings)

Ah. I told them.
Hold on.

Uh, 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.

Uh, I don't care
if he's retired.

If I piss off
your dad again,

he'll break more
than just my fingers.

Hey, um,
give me 20 minutes. Hmm?

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?

(beer can pops)

(sighs)

Shit.

(line rings)

Voicemail:
This is Natalie.

You know what to do.
(beep)

Hey, Natalie.
I just saw that you called.

I don't know
how I missed it.

Uh, just call me back,
alright?

I'm here. Sorry.

Hey.

That was more
than 20. Sorry.

So, uh, what's it like

always knowing the truth?

Ehh... 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.

(phone buzzing)

Excuse me.

Cliff: (over phone)
Okay. It's done.

-Charlie: You alright?
-Yeah.

Where were we?

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

(chuckles)

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, uh...

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?

Ehh.

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.

Alright, Sterls,
let's do it.

* *

Michelle:
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.

Huh. That's...

Huh.

-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,
wait, wait.

She told me her combo
once when she was sick.

(camera shutter clicking)

(phone chimes)

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

-I'm sorry.
-Yeah, she, uh,

she tried to call me
last night.

I, 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.

-I, I, 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.

Uh, 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. Hmm.

(engine rumbling)

(engine revving)

-(tires squealing)
-(horn honks)

Man:
What the fuck, man?

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

Alright, 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,

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?

Th-there's smaller bars.
Little bars.

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

Little jail?

No. Where you,
where you, um--

Like, we built
a little jail for her phone?

Where you lock up
the evidence,

the, uh, locker,
the evidence locker.

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

Because it's evidence.

Go ahead.

Oh, uh, 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, it, it isn't that.

Look, Jerry was
a son of a bitch,

but there's
something off here.

There's, there's a lie.

I just,
I need to find it.

Sheriff:
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.

(Sam Cooke's "Find Yourself
Another Fool" playing)

(phone rings)

(ringing continues)

Yeah?

Sterling: (over phone)
It's Sterling.

Yeah. How, how are
the lamps coming?

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

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

Yeah.

Sterling:
Sheriff Parker called me.

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

of questioning,
like the whole thing.

-Oh good.
-Sterling: 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, his right hand.

But he, he kept it
in an ankle holster

on his inner
right leg, so...

Sterling: 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?

Sterling: Why?
There are literally
a dozen reasons

he could have, Charlie.

(chuckles)
Well, sure.

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

though, I mean, it begins
to stack matches.

Sterling: 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?

-Hmm?
-Yeah, I, I, I, so,

you, you tell the cops
what to do

and, and they just do it?

How does that work?

(Sterling chuckles)

Sterling: I'll see you
in the morning.

* Get yourself *

* Another fool *

Well I'm not a cop.

Bitch.

Charlie:
Any time now, buddy.

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

Alright, man
I'll bail you out, okay?

Physician bail thyself.

Charlie:
Yeah, yeah, yeah.

John-O:
Oh, nice place.

Charlie:
Yeah. Uh...

don't touch
anything, okay.

By touch,
I mean steal.

John-O:
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.

(door closes)

(camera shutter clicks)

Charlie:
Shit.

(heavy sigh)

(groans)

Shitsworth.

(sighs)

(people chattering)

(bell dings)

(machine beeping)

Charlie, say that again.
Natalie's what?

Her-her thing, her, 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, the--

Fuck, what's it called?

-Her locker?
-Her locker.

Goddammit. What is with me
and that word? Yes.

Her locker code.

Nine-two-four-eight.

Charlie:
Thanks, Chelle.

-(loud bang)
-(kids giggling)

Nine, two, four, eight.

-Okay.
-(phone beeps)

Ahh, yes!

Fuck.

(heavy sigh)

I'm missing something, Nat.

Just tell me
what I'm missing.

* *

Oh, dick cloud.

Holy holy.

(tires squealing)

(people chattering)

Charlie: 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, how do you know
this is Caine's suite?

-Uh...
-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.

Hmm? 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?

(chuckles)
Alright.

Okay. We're rigging
the cameras.

Test suite should be
ready by noon.

Go get some breakfast.

(sighs)

(door opens, closes)

Charlie, Charlie,
Charlie.

The usual, right?

Yeah.

No, uh, 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, uh,
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 (bleep)?

Hey, that's me.

Reporter: 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?
-(Charlie chuckles)

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, 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.

Sterling:
Two of hearts.

Ace of diamonds.

Eight of diamonds.

(sighs)

Sterling:
Alright, come on down.

Let's see how we did. Hmm?

Alright. Bullshit,
true, bullshit.

Alright.

This is gonna work.

So where is this camera?

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

Right there.

-Huh.
-Sterling: Mm-hmm.

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.

Alright. And, uh,
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.

Alright?

One click for true,

two for bullshit. Hmm?

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.

Huh. 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."

Uh-huh.

You were lying.

Uh, 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, uh,
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.

-Alright. Hey.
-Yeah.

Look, Cliff calls me
50 times a day.

Don't you, Cliff?

Hm? About 50 things.

So get back here
at 7:00.

That'll give us time
to settle in.

-Alright?
-Hmm.

You gonna say it?

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

Cliff: 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.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(sighs)

Valet captain: Have
a nice dinner, Mr. Caine.

(engine starts)

(knocking on door)

Room service.

(indistinct conversation)

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.

Sterling:
Okay. Good. Good.

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

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

Oh sure.
Have a beer.

Huh? 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.

(chuckles)

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?

Jerry:
I'll (bleep) kill you!
I'll (bleep)...

I see what everyone sees.

A drunk shitkicker threatening
his trailer trash wife.

That's all there is to see.

Nah-uh.

Eh. Eh.

Uh. Uh.

What's missing?

You can get this one.

The gun's missing.

And that means that,
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?

-Hmm?
-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.

Hmm.

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.
(sighs)

But, uh, before we
could stop you, you, uh...

took a flying leap
off that balcony.

(soft chuckle)

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.

Sterling: ...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.

(beep)

He's gone.

What time did you
send it to him?

Uh, right after I left
the rehearsal.

Maybe we can still...

Charlie: Oh, uh,
he's in the air by now.

And, uh, 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.

(Cliff laughing)

You stupid fucking child.

(phone buzzing)

Cliff: Oh, tell Daddy
how you handled it.

-(buzzing continues)
-(Cliff continues laughing)

(thud)

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

-(gunshot)
-What?

-(gunshots)
-Fuck!

Ahh.
(grunts)

(grunting)

Fuck. Okay.
Okay. Okay.

Ah!

Cliff:
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.

-(footsteps thumping)
-(Charlie panting)

(men chattering)

Charlie?

Hey, Jen.

Take care
of yourself, alright?

(police siren wailing)

('50s music
playing on speakers)

(people chattering)

(Charlie sighs)

-(sighs)
-Everything alright?

-Yeah. Uh, can I get a beer?
-Waitress: Sure.

Charlie:
Thank you.

(phone buzzing)

Yeah.

Man: (on phone)
Charlie.

Long time no time.

You know who this is?

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

Sterling Frost Sr.:
My God, kid.

It's a mess, isn't it?

I just spoke to
the medical examiner.

There wasn't enough
of my son

(voice breaking):
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, uh,
what happens now?

Sterling Sr.:
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.

(phone screen crunches)

(Paul McCartney and the Wings'
"Junior's Farm" playing)

* You should have seen me
with the poker, man *

* I had a honey
and I bet a grand *

* Just in the nick of time,
I looked at his hand *

I found her.
She's headed west.

Woman: Never stay in
the same place for too long.

Never look back.

Man 1:
So what's it like
to start fresh?

Charlie:
It's easy.

And you get to meet
all sorts of lives.

**

All sorts of lies?

I think I just saw a murder.

Man 2:
I feel like everything's
closing in.

I don't know what to do.

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

Man 3: Those guys, they
could like snap at any moment.

* *

Cliff:
Charlie Cale.

You're comin' with me.

Front seat or the trunk.

Your choice.

* *