All language subtitles for Poker Face (2023) S02E04 - The Taste of Human Blood_track4_[eng]

Charlie Cale,
Beatrix Hasp says hello!

Shit! Ah!

Can I ask you
who you're hiding from?

Beatrix Hasp, huh?

We got some
unfinished business, pal.

No, no, no.

- Jeffrey!
- What the fuck?!

What are you gonna do?

You gonna shoot an FBI agent?
Look at you.

Is my WITSEC good to go?

On one condition.

Cancel the hit on Charlie.

Oh, okay.

A fresh start, huh?

I like that.

No mob on my tail, uh,

nothin' to run from.

Good morning, ma'am.

This is the one I called about.

Uh-huh.

Alright, I think
you can lower the gun.

You got any peanut oil in there?

Take a seat.

How you feeling, Earl?

Uh, nine kinds of stupid.

That's your family?

Yes, ma'am.

Kids need their
teeth straightened.

I thought, let's try this.

How hard can it be?

Alright, well, listen,
I spoke to Mrs. Peppers

and convinced her
not to press charges.

You were unarmed.

It's your first
attempted burglary.

But with all those
shoplifting misdemeanors,

you could face
serious jail time.

I don't think a good life
should be ruined

for one stupid mistake.

That's what this was, right?

Yes, ma'am.

Alright. Tabby Cat?

Where was the last time
you saw her?

Land down
by the swamp. Okay.

We'll have somebody
down there right away.

Just don't worry yet.

Alright.

What's this?

Looks like somebody's
been nominated

for a FlopaCopa.

A what?

"Congratulations,
Officer Fran Lamont..."

Blah, blah, blah.
"You've been nominated

for a 2019 Florida
Panhandle Cop Award."

I may have submitted you
for Cop of the Year.

Never heard of it.

The FlopaCopas?

Fran, they're a big deal.

It's a recognition
of all the great work

you do for this community.

I don't have time for some
silly awards show, Chief.

I got a 10-91 down
on Pat Boone Lane,

Mrs. Prosserman
has lost her cat.

- This seems like a Kleenex job.
- On it.

You deserve this, Fran.

You're one of the good ones.

You know how my cousin
Larry from Boston's

always sending me these
Florida Man memes.

- Mm-hm.
- "Florida Man Eats Mom's Face

While High on Bath Salts."

"Florida Man Starts Fist Fight

with Disabled Child."

- It burns me up.
- Mm.

But you are the opposite
of Florida Man.

Florida Woman.

Alright. But it would reflect
nicely on the department.

Do it for me, huh?

Pretty please with extra cheese?

Can I feed you
your "Miranda Bites"?

Ain't that something, huh?

Anything you eat now can
and will be used against you

later in the bathroom.

Oh, good God,
are those groupies?

They're called Pigporkers.

What?

I hear things.

Good day, folks.

I'm Matt Passmore,

star of the hit A&E show
"The Glades."

And this year's nominees
for Cop of the Year are:

Officer Mike Fantana.

Officer Sal Mirabello.

Officer Joseph Pilson.

Officer Fran Lamont.

That's you.

And the award goes to...

Officer Joseph Pilson.

This is Joseph's
first nomination and first win.

Is that a baby alligator?

He's being
recognized for adopting

a baby alligator
after busting its former owner,

a local meth dealer
known as "Stanky James."

Asked and answered, I guess.

You know, people like to say,
I saved this little gal,

but really...

she saved me.

Aw.

I love being a cop.

I love Florida.

I-I love panhandles.

But most of all,
I love you, my sweet Daisy.

Aw...

I love you, too.

Thank you.

That's great for him.

Which, which way do I go?

Hey, fam, it's six-time
FlopaCopa winner

Gator Joe here.

I hope you're feeling as happy

and fulfilled
with your life as I am.

'Cause y'all know
what time it is.

You have the right
to shit your pants.

Looks like your boy Gator Joe
busted another tweaker.

Y'all know what that means.

Daisy gets her Oreos.

There you go, honey.

Don't do meth.

And when I need a little
pick-me-up on the job,

I grab me a 2-Hour Power Juice.

Mm, mm, mm.

Mm.

Gator done.

How many goddamn catchphrases
does one guy need, huh?

Is it "Gator done," or is it,

"You have the right
to shit your pants," huh?

I know,
it's like, "Pick a lane."

Six years I've lost
to this moron.

What do people see in him?

I just think he has a sort
of undeniable charisma

despite his vapidity.

Also, could I get
a towel or something?

I'm bleeding on the floor.

Oh, shit.

Some of y'all in
the comments been sayin'

I give Daisy too many drugs.

Listen, fam, it's mostly
just reptile laxative.

This stuff is perfectly safe.

Heck, I've even taken
a little myself

when I needed
to unclog the old pipes.

- Work...
- FlopaCopa nom, baby.

Let's see if ol' Mr. Me can
make it seven years running.

Did I get any mail?

I think you should
skip this year.

Oh, this is my year.

I don't like the effect

these awards are having
on your mental health.

You're a great cop,

but I worry that
you're losing sight

of what's most important.

I saved a truck full
of starving migrants,

and I sent edible arrangements
to all the judges.

This is my year.

This is my year.

Ah, fuck it.

Fran.

- Ah, Rusty.
- Hey.

How goes it over
in Animal Control?

- Same old.
- Yeah?

- You look nice.
- Thank you.

Do you want to get
a pic together

at the Bust-and-Repeat.

Oh, it'd be my pleasure, Rusty.

- Right.
- Ah.

- Let's see here.
- What do we got here?

This is fun.

- Whoa!
- Oh! Sorry.

- Sorry.
- These weapons are real?

- Are you okay?
- Hell yeah.

The drugs too.

That seems very stupid.

I wouldn't worry about it,

this place is crawling
with cops.

Chug, chug, chug, chug,

- chug, chug, chug.
- Comin' through.

Rusty, so great to see you.

You too, Fran.

Bye.

Crybaby alert!

Oh, hell, Fran.

I'm sorry, I didn't...

What's the matter, honey?

Oh.

Oh, don't tell me I won again.

Oh, man!

Alright, seven-peat, baby!

Ooh.

Oh, that's got to be
a record, right? Right?

There's no way
anybody's won eight.

Don't tell anyone,

I was actually nervous
this year 'cause of you,

you know, saving
all those women and children

and everything and that...

Fran... next year.

Gator done.

Ahh...

Hello, baby.

Yeah. Seven.

Michael Jordan only won six.

I'm the Michael Jordan

of being a cop in Florida...

Panhandle.

And the award for
"Best Undercover Op" goes to

Diego Verbinski III.

I'm told Diego
couldn't be here tonight

as he's still embedded
in the cartel.

- Rusty. Hey.
- Hey.

I have a bit of
an odd question for you.

- I'd love to.
- What?

What?

Ah, look,
it's a little embarrassing.

- Yeah.
- But I'm kind of backed up.

And, uh, Gator Joe
is trying to tell me

that it's safe
to take reptile laxative.

Is that, uh, is that true?

- Cisapride?
- Yes, yeah,

- that's the one.
- Yeah, in, in small doses.

- Okay.
- But you want to be careful.

- Uh-huh.
- Um, here,

don't take more than this.

Uh-huh.

- Should take about
30 minutes to kick in.
- Thanks, Rusty.

And, um, make sure
you're not on stage
when it happens.

Oh, okay.
Yeah, I won't be.

- Okay.
- Alright. Thanks, Rusty.

- Alright, Fran.
- And up next,

"Best Internal Affairs
Investigation."

Crybaby, hi.

I'm just playin'.

- No hard feelings, right?
- None at all.

None at all.

You know, I was just
being a poor sport.

What I should've said was,
"Congratulations."

Oh, Fran, you know you're just
as good a cop as me, right?

Oh, well, I'm not sure
about that.

Yeah, you're probably right.

You know, winning every year
ain't no picnic either.

Mm.

Keeping the public happy...

it's exhausting.

You know, Joe, you do look
a little tired.

Do I?
Ooh, can't have that.

Oh, got to pep up.

Whew.

Mm.

Ugh. I think I got
an electric rhubarb one there.

Ugh, gator done.

- Ugh.
- Lunch has arrived.

We're going to take
a 30-minute break

before the final awards
are given.

Joseph, I want you
to get up on that stage

and just let the essence
of who you are

just pour out of you.

Mm. You deserve it.

Thank you, Fran.

My pleasure.

- Hey, can you sign this?
- Aw. Of course, darlin'.

There he is.

Coming through!
Gator done.

Excuse me! Pardon me!

You have the right
to shit your pants.

Gator done.

Oh, ow, oh!

Ah! Oh!

Joseph?

Joseph!

Joseph.

Joseph?

Joseph!

You're alright.
Joseph, you're okay.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

This was a mistake.
This was a big mistake.

The final award ceremony

will begin in five minutes.

Please make your way
back inside.

One stupid mistake.

So sorry.

Wait a minute.
Wait a minute.

I asked Rusty
about the laxative.

When they do the autopsy,
they'll put it together.

Oh, my God.
There's no way out of this.

Okay, come on.

Come on.

Come on!

Good, yeah.

Come on. Come on.
I'll give you more. Come on.

Here you go. You want
to come and get it?

You got to come and get it.
Come and get it.

Mm, so good.
Mm. Delicious.

Please make your way
to the awards ballroom

to find who will be
the Florida Panhandle's
Cop of the Year.

Okay, Daisy.
Okay, here you go.

Yeah? Okay, yeah.

- Okay, alright. There you go.
- Come on...

It's a good girl.
Oh! Oh, yeah.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Officers.

- Woo!
- Oh, my goodness.

I'm going to go hit the head.

- Wait, what is it?
- The frickin' gator
ate Gator Joe!

What?!

"Bowling Green."

Mm.

Does anybody out there read me?

Disco sucks.
Kill all hippies.

Jesus.

What do people do?

Pretty vacant, eh?
Subvert normality.

Uh, this is Gorgeous,
signing off.

Punk is not sexual,
it's just aggression.

- What?
- "Out of the Blue," right?

Oh, sorry, I thought you were
quoting "Out of the Blue."

Ah, yeah, yeah.

"Out of the Blue," 10-4.

Always nice to hear
from a fellow Hopper-head.

And proud Linda Manz man.

Yeah, alright.

So, uh, what's your
situation, Good Buddy?

Eh, still being written,

one mile marker at a time.

I drive a rig,
suits my meditative nature.

I see. So, sort of
a poet-philosopher
situation, huh?

I've been called worse.

So, what's your location?

I guess I'm finding myself

at a place
that feels like an ending,

but it's still the middle.

Kind of stymied.

You need a beginning.

Huh. Oh, yes,
but where does one begin

when they're looking
at a blank slate

the size of a country?

Not sure what
the stakes are here.

Well, here's what I know.

Everyone has a highway,
the thing they're good at,

you know, the thing
that defines them.

Because there is no destination.

There is only the highway.

And I believe if we open
our perception and trust

and humble ourselves

and find sanctuary
when we need it,

that highway will find us.

And now, I got to pay
the water bill.

So, signing off for now.

But, hey, you can get me on
this channel most anytime, okay?

10-4, Good Buddy.

Life is a highway,
chicken friends.

Wow.

Wow, uh, so I guess
this isn't exactly

a, uh, chicken sanctuary, huh?

Well, we try to honor
the natural order of things.

Well, hey, I guess, uh,
that's why I'm here,

trying to find that
natural order thing
and see where I fit into it.

Then you're exactly where
you're supposed to be.

Hi, Hutch.

Good morning, Julia.

I want to show you
something, Charlie.

When you look at her,
what do you see?

Uh...

Honestly,

I look into ze eyes of ze beast,

and I only see empty death.

That's what most people see,
a, uh, a dangerous
and vicious foe.

But open your perception.
Look in her eyes.

You'll see you're both
from the same source.

Her soul is gentle
because your soul is gentle.

Her origin is your destination
is your origin.

Here, you try.

You know,

I don't want to do all
your gator stuff in one day.

So maybe later, yeah.

Space it out.

You, uh,
seekin' purpose, Charlie?

Uh... yes. Uh, wow.

How far are you willing to go
to protect the innocent?

All the way.

So, we've got a little
under-the-radar operation

to liberate abused animals.

Outlaw activism,
living outside the law,

no room for amateurs.

We've freed dozens
of animals in peril.

Fighting dogs, race horses,
donkey-show donkeys.

But our white whale...

is Daisy.

Taking Daisy to
my gun signing tonight.

Big night for us,
so I'm going to give her

a little tranquilizer
to stay calm,

a little laxative
to clear her out,

a little Lorazepam
for her anxiety.

Jesus, that's like
a Judy Garland of alligators.

Yeah.
And the worst part is,
people can't get enough.

And he's big
on CopTok, GatorTok.

Because of his Rolex collection,

he's also quite popular
in the horologist community.

They love him on TickTockTok.

Every day Daisy spends
with this sadist

is a grave injustice.

And that is where you come in.

We've had several failed
attempts to free Daisy.

Gator Joe knows us on sight.

But you're a fresh face.
You can get close.

Hey, uh, okay, uh...

Well, hey, listen,
I mean, I'm all in.

Uh, yeah, I love what
you guys are doing here,

you know, protecting
the innocent, all that.

All told, I guess that, uh,

well, life has led me
to my highway

and I am ready to ride.

All night long.

Well, welcome to the team,
Charlie Cale.

Alright, so what do we do here?

I just, uh, break into
Gator Joe's house
and sneak her out.

Are you crazy?

He's a cop in Florida.
He's armed to the teeth.

Yeah, no, no, much safer
to take her at a public event.

And we have got
just the one in mind.

You are going to do great.

Alright? We'll be in
your ear the whole time.

Oh.

Well, uh, be careful,
it's a little waxy in there.

Okay, go get 'em.

- Alright, you got this.
- Alright.

10-4, I'm at the buffet table.

Psst.

Psst, hey, flannel.

What's with all the fuzz?

It's a cop convention.

Cop convention.

It's a cop convention.

What?

This is a cop, cop, cop.

So, it's a cop, uh,
convention, man.

What'd you think
"The FlopaCopas"
stands for?

Uh, I have no idea.

It's the Florida
Panhandle Cop Awards.

Not the slightest bit
self-evident.

Okay, look, just stick
to the plan, Charlie, okay,

this is your highway.

First, locate Daisy.

She's most likely
in the green room.

- Yeah.
- Near the first floor
restrooms.

Oh.

Oh, my God.
The target has been located.

I repeat, the target
has been located.

Oh, this is fun.

I enjoy the lingo.

Good work.

Sit tight until the cops
all go to lunch,

then wheel the cage
out the back door

and we'll be waiting for you.

Copy that. Over.

The cage has no wheels.

What do you mean
it doesn't have wheels?

The, the cage, no wheels.

So, it's, uh, sans roulettes
in Frencheese.

Well, that doesn't make sense.
How'd they get it in there?

I don't know, dude,

I'm just, uh, telling you

the physical realities
here, man.

Okay, then,
Charlie, you're going

to have to probably
break the lock...

Hey. Uh...

Hi, hi. Uh...

- Oh.
- Hey, you alright?

These awards are so stupid.

You know,
I've always known that.

They have absolutely nothing
to do with doing good work,

but, oh, I want to win.

I want to win so badly,
and it's making me feel crazy.

It's turning me
into somebody that I'm not.

And I know that.
And I just... I can't stop it.

No, I, uh,

I mean, that makes sense,
it's fair.

You know, wanting
to be acknowledged
for your good works.

I got to say,
I do, I-I recognize you

from the, uh,
the placard out front.

It's a... Yeah,
it's a placard, right?

- That's what that is?
- Yeah, it's a placard.

Because thwarting assholes

and also, uh, protecting
the innocent, man,

I mean, it's cool.

Thwarting assholes.

Yeah, I too am not loving

how those two words
come together, but yeah.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Yeah. Assholes.

Did you, uh, did you need
something back here?

You take it easy, okay?

- Okay.
- Okay.

I'm sorry, you want me to what?

Charlie, you're her only hope
for a better life, okay.

It's no big deal.

Alright, just break the lock,
attach your leash,

and walk her out the back door.

Look, you'll see, okay?
Daisy has a gentle soul.

Okay.

Now, if I open this cage,
are you going to be cool?

Cool.

Put this, be cool.

Oh, shit.

Oh, my God.

Huh.

Boy, oh, boy, oh.

Okay.

Alright, here we go.

Freedom awaits.

A better life.

Chicken dinners are plentiful.

Okay.

Yay, I got the leash on,

but the, uh, little puppy gator
does not want to move.

Shit.

See if you can find some Oreos.

Okay, they're
her favorite treat.

I used to be an Eagle Scout.

Alright.

Two secs.

Ah, geez, what's
your problem, man?

Come on, this is
perfectly legal tender.

Oh, hey, uh, do you have
like a dollar on you?

This thing's a real purist.

Sorry, got to shit, Gator done.

Thank you for your candor.

Oh, come on.

Go, go, go.

Ah, geez.

Thievery it is.

Hey, guys, we have
a small problem.

The frickin' gator
ate Gator Joe!

Uh, we have a big problem!

You've got to get
out of there, Charlie.

I know, I'm just, uh,
trying to suss out
what happened here.

No, s... No, we need
to abort the mission.

Come on, I'm sussing, okay.

- Charlie.
- Jesus.

Alright, boys,

this here is my county,

and I'll be running
this here lemonade stand.

The Gator crossed
county lines to get here.

That makes it FHP.

Piss off, Willie,
you're a loose cannon.

No, you're a loose cannon.

Boys.

Gentlemen!

Now, listen, this is
a gator attack,

and I think it's best...

we leave it up
to Animal Control to handle.

I'd be happy to run point.

Alright, alright,
alright, alright.

I think we can all agree
on one thing.

- Daisy's got to die.
- Mm-hm.

Well, if that's what's safest,
then let's not waste any time.

We wouldn't want to see
anyone else get hurt here.

No, no, hey, hey, hey.
Guys, let's not be hasty here.

Surely, there must be
some sort of
a gator due process.

Once a gator's known
the taste of human blood,

oh, that's it.

You got to put it down.

What?

Jesus.

We could wait a bit.

She probably needs a nap
to digest after her meal.

You know what?

Animal Control guy's actually
making a lot of sense.

That's my job.

I'm good to hang back.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

- Charlie.
- Ah.

Did you turn off your walkie?
We need to go.

Oh, no, we can't go.
No, no, no.

They're trying
to kill Daisy, man,
we don't have much time.

Charlie, if she's known
the taste of human blood,

they should kill her.

Hold on a second.
Now I did that thing
that you said,

I looked her right in the eyes,
and that is a gentle soul, man.

She ate her owner
so clearly not.

No, no, she didn't
because I saw her

right before the attack
and she was very calm, okay.

In fact, I tied up
her little cage
with a twisty tie thing.

- I don't know what that is.
- Yes, you do.

It's a twisty tie
for a bread fastener.

- I've never eaten bread.
- No, I tied it. I...

You've never eaten bread?

Literally, not once.

Come on.

Okay, so I know
what you're thinking.

Okay, a gator, that's
a very strong animal.

Surely, she just broke free
of that cage by herself.

But no, I'm telling you,
it was untied,

you see, by fingers,
human fingers, okay?

And also, I saw just a,

a whole trail of Oreos
in this hallway.

Okay, so Gator Joe let her out.

Well, no, Gator Joe,
I saw him too,

and he was running around,
he was shitting his pants.

I saw him, he had
to take a shit real bad.

Okay, look, Charlie,
the mission is scrubbed.

We have to go.
You coming or not?

What happened to taking care

of innocent creatures?

She's not an innocent creature.

She's a killer of men.

But she's...

Taste of human blood, Charlie,

I don't make the rules.

Come on.

What is this?

Fucking amateurs!

Yeah, I'm-I'm just calling

to see how you're doing
after what happened.

I'm okay.

It's pretty horrific.

- His blood is everywhere.
- What?

Whose blood?

I'm talking about
Gator Joe's new TikkyTok.

What?

Crybaby alert!

Oh, hell, Fran.

Oh, don't tell me I won again.

Oh, man!

What? He wasn't filming.

He didn't have a phone out.

Fran, whose blood is everywhere?

That's got
to be a record, right?

Chief, I got to go.

Uh, hey, fella,

you work
with Animal Command, yeah?

- Yeah. Rusty.
- Okay.

How ironclad would you say

that this whole taste
of human blood thing is?

Because I shared a brief
cosmic connection with Daisy,

and I got to say,

I think she might be
getting railroaded here.

You know, it's funny,

she never seemed
very aggressive on TikTok,

generally quite docile.

Hmm.

Yeah, that, uh, Gator Joe,

he kept her hopped up
on a lot of drugs.

Maybe she just had a bad trip?

I don't know why anything
in her normal drug regimen

would trigger a violent
outburst like this.

Hey, Fran,
how's your tummy feeling?

Much better.
Thank you, Rusty.

Good.

Huh.

Gosh, man, I mean,
what kind of a drug

would make a gator turn violent?

Excuse me, Sheriff.

Howdy, Fran.

- Hello.
- You alright?

- Oh.
- I know he was a friend.

Yeah.

Hard day.

Uh, listen, when you
opened that door,

did you see any sunglasses?

They were a gift from Joe's mom,

and, uh, I think
he was wearing them.

I'd just love
to get them back to her.

Well, I didn't see any glasses.

But if they were on his head,

then they're probably
in that gator's belly.

Don't you worry, though.

We'll slice her open
and get it back for you.

But it would have to be logged
into evidence first,

but his mother will
definitely get 'em back.

- Great.
- Okay, alright.

Hey, y'all,
I don't hear nothin'.

I think it might be go time.

Okay, alright, hol-hold on.

What are... Do we know that
we have all the equipment

that, you know, we need?

Maybe we should make

some strategy decisions.

Shit or get off
the shitter, Fran.

- Yee-haw!
- Woo!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Geez.

She's in the walls.

Honky dory,
honky dory, honky dory.

What's that, 1:14?

1:10 to 1:14,

a bag of meth goes missing.

Ingesting methamphetamine
could definitely cause a gator

to become aggressive
for a short period of time.

Ha! Hell yeah, you think?

Uh... hey, uh, psst, uh...

did you happen to see
an alligator come through here

and score some crystal?

- I don't know.
- Oh, I'm so sorry,

so y-y-you don't know if you saw

a fully formed alligator

walk in here and steal
a bag of meth.

I'm literally only here because
I got caught shoplifting.

And the cop said it was
either this or juvie.

- Okay.
- Okay, I guess,

I guess that's back on us.

So, human brain, here we go.

Uh, you see that?

Look how that entire...
just that whole display

of methamphetamine
is just, uh, pristine.

I mean, there is
no way that a gator

with those crazy gator claws
could come in there

and just pluck a bag so cleanly.

It's got to be the work
of human fingers.

You think someone
stole the meth
and gave it to Daisy?

You know, I think
maybe I do think that.

A meth gator.

I mean, have you ever heard

of some shit like that?

Like, every week, yeah.

This is Florida.

We got a gator on the loose.

I suggest you arm yourselves.

Oh. No, gosh.

Hey, hey, hey, cops only.

No janitors.

I am a cop.

Ah, et tu, Rusty?

She's known the taste
of human blood, Charlie.

Now she's on the loose.

We got to ice that bitch.

Gosh.

The murder suspect,

Daisy the alligator,
is still on the loose.

Ah, thievery.

Excuse me.

Hey, Daisy.

It's me, from before.

You gonna be cool?

- Looks like you crashed.
- So, uh,

I think that these psychos,
they want your head.

But I, I think you were set up

and so I'm going
to get you out of here.

It's kind of what I do, capisce?

- Hey. Hey, easy.
- Whoa!

Don't shoot.
This gator's been framed.

- Oh, yeah?
- Oh, yeah.

Uh-huh? And what
makes you say that?

Well, I don't know,
I mean, Daisy here,

she's kind of
a gentle soul, you know?

And I-I just think
that maybe, uh,

well, I think somebody
gave her a bunch of meth

and then she's acting all crazy.

And I don't know why,
but I just know

there's loose cannons out there
and they're going to try

to kill without asking
any questions.

Alright, let's get her
out of here.

Huh?

This cookie's good.

Come on, don't stop, don't stop.

Almost there.

You think she'll be happy there?

Natural order and so on?

Well, I don't know, but it
is protected swamp land, so...

Oh, uh, do you have
any, uh, sanitizer?

Oh, yeah, in my purse.

Did she crap while you
were loading her up?

Oh, uh, no, not to my knowledge.

It's just been a lot
of funny smells for one day.

- If you follow me.
- Mm.

You know, I saw, uh, Gator Joe
right before he died,

and he told me that he really
had to go to the bathroom

and it was true.

Mm-hm.

Yeah, it's just that, uh,

well, usually, I mean,
after the age of 10 or so,

people usually aren't
explicitly honest

about that sort of thing.

Well, mentally, 10 was

just about in the pocket
for Joe's psychology.

Yeah, he was really, he was
making a beeline for that toilet

like a, a freight train.

Well, you know, he did
give her a lot of laxatives,

you know, and I think he-he
took some himself sometimes,

you know, so that's why
he was running for the head.

- I'll bet.
- Gosh.

How do you know that?

Unfortunately, I have watched
a lot of his TikTok.

Is that how
you got hooked on these,

these 2-Hour Power Juices?

Right, yeah, love that stuff.

Bullshit.

Oh. Right, yeah.
They are disgusting.

But they get
the job done in a pinch.

Hmm.

You know what, you should, uh...

Why don't you go get
the car started up?

Oh, I'll just...
I'll wait here.

No, yeah, the boots
aren't right for this.

It's a muddy situation.

Very muddy.

Muddy.

Ah.

Oh, alright.

And, uh, you're just going
to let her go, yeah?

Yep. Just going to...

I'm going to release her
into this swamp here, yep.

Yeah, yeah.
Okay, alright then.

Well, I guess, uh,
I should just go,
uh, get her fired up.

Alright. Okay then.

Alright.

Hey.

Gosh, I, uh, thought you were
one of the good ones.

But I, uh, guess you're just
another loose cannon.

I am not a loose cannon.

Who are you?

You are the nosiest
cater waiter I've ever met!

Just another, another guy,

just, uh, concerned with
protecting the innocent,
same as you.

This gator's not innocent.

She killed a man.

Bullshit.

Oh, but you know
what wasn't bullshit,

uh, when you said
that, uh, Gator Joe had

to take that shit
because of reptile laxative.

Well, you knew that was true.

But the thing is,
right, so Gator Joe,

he knew that he was
going to win that award.

So, I mean, why?

Why on earth would he take
industrial-strength

reptile laxative before
he knew he had to get on stage?

I didn't mean to hurt him.

I just wanted
to embarrass him, you know?

Just embarrass him a little bit.

Wait, so, so what?

So, you put the laxative
in his Power Juice,

and then, what, you just,
you gave him too much?

Oh, I see, so you
needed a fall guy

and, oh, so you gave
Daisy a bunch of meth

hoping that she would
just go to town on him.

I got to say, I'm saying that
in a rational tone of voice,

but it is empirically insane.

Damn awards. You know,
I used to be a good cop.

I used to be a really good cop.

Okay, okay, easy.

Fran, you still are, okay?

Let's just go back
and tell them the truth.

I can't.

No, no, I'm not going
to throw it all away.

No. Not for some asshole
with two goddamn catchphrases.

Stop, stop, wait,
wait, wait, wait, don't.

No, this isn't who you are.

I see you, I know you.

And if you look in her eyes,
you'll see that.

Thank you, I,
I needed to hear that.

I'm going to confess it all
and take what comes.

Well, I was talking to Daisy,

but, uh, well, I'm glad
it landed for you as well.

And there she goes.

Back to the swamp.

Hey.

Fran, that is the most
Florida Man shit of all time.

No way I'm bringing that
in front of a judge.

Cousin Larry'd have a field day.

Chief, I murdered someone.

No, Gator Joe was eaten

by his own gator, case closed.

And let's all get back
to doing our jobs.

Then I resign.

I don't deserve
to wear this badge.

Fran, come on.

You're one of the good ones.

Your community needs you.

I'll have to find
another way to serve it.

You're doing great, Fran.

Keep this up, you could win
volunteer of the month.

Okay, okay. Pretty crazy, man.

I'm getting the sense that this
is par for the course with you.

Mm. Well, you know me.

Stick with me and you'll
never want for the crazy.

So, what's up next?

Ah, well, uh,
whatever's next, I guess.

Uh...

Shit, man, I don't know.

Maybe the next exit

and I'll finally find
my place in the world.

But, hey, thanks to you
and a prehistoric reptile,

ah, at least maybe,
maybe I'm figuring out

how to finally start enjoying
this journey, you know?

Over and out, Good Buddy.

Hey. Hey!

Daisy, it's me
from the FlopaCopas.

Comin' right this way.

Taste of human blood.

Hi. Uh, that's crazy.

I got this, um, I have
a conference call.

I'm going to be on my way...

but it was great to see you.

Boy, did we go on
a little adventure,
huh, Daisy?

Some sad news, fam,

our lovely fiancée
has flown the coop.

Shannon is gone.

She gave me a choice,

her or Daisy.

How could I ever leave
my soulmate?

I love you too, Daisy.

Life was so much
simpler back then.

You were just a cute baby gator.

And I was just
a cute traffic cop.

No pressure,

no worries,

no six-figure endorsement deals.

It's just me and you, Daisy.

Eating bucket fulls of mice

and helping old ladies
and children cross the street.

Me and you.

Gator done!