All language subtitles for Poker Face (2023) S02E09 - A New Lease on Death_track4_[eng]

So Anne St. Marie.

Address, 386 Dupont Street,
apartment 6F.

Profession,
retired poetry professor.

Mm.
And Madeline St. Marie.

Address, the same.

Profession, bicycle messenger.

And Madeline is
your granddaughter.

And you would like to initiate
adoption proceedings?

So you would like to adopt
your adult granddaughter

so that she's legally
your daughter?

That's right.

How long have you lived here?

1972.

Ah.

Rent control.

Yeah. And the lease stipulates
that it can only be passed on

to a spouse or child?

Otherwise, the rent
could be raised

to current market value.

Oh, I don't, I don't know.
I-I'd have to check.

Well, in that case,
I suppose we should start

on that adoption paperwork.

Three months.

Why does it gotta take
three months?

I had to grease a few palms
to get it through that fast.

It usually takes six.

When are you home tonight?

6:30.
Yeah, well,

don't be late
for "Jeopardy!" again.

Nana, come on.

Guy got hit by
a waffle truck last night.

It's a one-time thing.

Hey, Otto. When are you going
to fix the hallway lights?

When you going to kiss my ass

for living in such
a palatial apartment

for a pittance?

You know how much I could
be charging for that place?

Yep. Rent control's
a bitch, ain't it?

Well, it takes one
to know one, you old crone.

Oh.

Oh, um, go ahead, please.

Well, it's the best one.

You should have it.
No. Please, I-I insist

I have taken the plum
that was at the fruit stand,

which you were probably
eyeing for breakfast.

You are forgiven.

It looks delicious.

So sweet and so cold.

Real asshole,
that William Carlos Williams.

Steal someone's plum
and then write a poem about it?

Yeah. He was the worst.

Big Beefhead was one nickname

for this late
19th century president.

Who was Grover Cleveland?

Grover Cleveland.
Good for a thousand.

Back to you.
Off, 1,000.

Kick out the R
from a pile of stones

on a hiking trail
and wander aimlessly.

Nana, you okay?

What should we watch after this?

Uh, "Michael Clayton."

Nana, you always want
to watch "Michael Clayton."

It's the perfect movie.

What is Nova Scotia?

You got it.

Wild lines, 200.

Nana, I'm home early.

Nana?

Nana?

Nana?
Oh, what the...

What the...

Oh, fuck! Oh!

Looked at Grandma's
pussy eyes! God!

Here.

This is my girlfriend, Kate.

Kate Forster. Hello.

Sorry.

We really didn't
expect you till later.

Oh, yeah, no, careful.

I don't think you should scrub.

I-it's more of a dab.

I think I got it.

Thank you so much, Kate Forster.

Okay, well, I'm sensing
a little bit of hostility.

Does it make you uncomfortable

my relationship
with your grandmother?

Yeah.
It's-it's-it's walking in

on my Nana having sex
with a stranger

that makes me
a little uncomfortable.

Mitten, I, I understand
this is a shock.

I think it just,

I haven't really pictured you

in a romantic context
outside of Grandpa, so...

No, I loved
your grandpa very much.

It's just, when I was younger,

I, I dated quite a few people,

men and women,

and it's been a joy for me

to reconnect with
that part of myself.

Nana, if you're happy,
I'm happy.

Really?

Well, you still seem
kind of upset.

It's probably from
the pepper spray, Kate.

And you know what?
Now that this Band Aid's been torn off,

I've been waiting
for the right moment

to bring this up.

I've asked Kate
to move in with us.

It's going to be fun, roomie.

I'm not the guy that you
kill. I'm the guy that you buy.

Are you so fucking blind
you don't even see what I am?

I'm the easiest part
of your whole goddamn problem,

and you're going to kill me?

Don't you know who I am? I'm a fixer.

Shoplifting housewives
to bent congressmen

and you're going to kill me?

Anything wrong, Maddy?

No, nothing's wrong.

Just trying to...
watch the movie.

This movie is dumb.

All they do is talk.

I mean, I can't even
follow the plot.

They talk in movies.

And it's also because
you're not paying attention.

I mean...
Girls. Girls!

Please.

It's fine.

It's just a movie.

One second.
Everything okay?

You're so fucked.

What?

You're fucked.

Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Yes! Yes!

I need you to do
something for me.

Ah, Maddy.

Delicates day for you as well?

Am I meant to pick up
this folder?

Look inside?

What might it contain?

"Jeopardy!" clues?

Your name isn't Kate Forster.

It's Amelia Peek.

And you're a liar and a felon.

Pieces of paper
could never contain

the totality of a human life.

I don't care about
the totality of your life.

I care about your prison record

and the three warrants
you have out for your arrest.

Admit it. You're after my nana's
incredible rent-controlled apartment.

When I see your Nana,

I see her beauty...

and her wonderful mind

and her endless capacity
for sensual delights.

And quite frankly,
it concerns me

that when you look at her,

all you see is
a nice, cheap apartment.

Yeah. I ain't buying
that shit.

You're an absolute fraud.

You're going to break it off
and you're going to leave town now.

Or?

Or I'm sure the Minnesota
Bureau of Criminal Apprehension

will be very interested
to learn your whereabouts.

Do you think it's wise...

to threaten the person
in this packet?

You don't know me
or what I've done...

or what I'm capable of.

Stay away from my Nana.

Wowza.

That spin cycle is
really something else.

Get the fuck out of town.

Okay, you win.
I'll go.

But can you just give me
a couple days to say goodbye?

I want to let Anne down gently.

You can have one day.

You said you'd do it at 3. It's now 3:05.

Hmm.
Quit stalling.

Alright. Alright.

I just have some laundry
in the wash.

Would you mind
advancing it for me?

I'm not doing
your fucking laundry.

I just need a minute alone
with her, okay?

And then I'll be out
of your hair... forever.

Hey, Nana?
Yeah.

I'm just going to pop down
and do some laundry, okay?

Okay, Mittens. Love you.
I love you too.

What do you think about
putting in a breakfast nook?

Hmm. Could be nice.

I think this is going to be good for me.

I got a good feeling about this.

New York City? Please explain.

Well, here's my working theory.

Everywhere I go,
I get sucked into other people's bullshit.

Well, but here,
the sheer volume of people,

I mean, just the amount
of bullshit.

Well, I suspect it might work
like some kind of a,

I don't know,
white noise machine.

And, me, I can just be a person.

Now you're sure I'm not
putting you out, right?

I haven't lived in Brooklyn for years.

I keep it as a tax write-off.

My poor pillows go unrumpled.

Eh. Okay, well, I'll be sure
to rumple 'em good for you.

Good morning.

Hi.

Wow.

Hey. Hey, there.

Uh, those getting, uh,

scalloped
or mashed or... Ow.

You're right.
None of my business.

Ours is not to reason
why so many potatoes.

See you.

Oh ho!
Home is where the mustard is.

Who are you?
Are you subletting?

Subletting is
strictly forbidden.

No, I'm, uh...
I'm just, uh...

I'm cat sitting
for my Good Buddy.

He has a pet?
That is so much worse.

No, no, I said cactus sitting.
Cactus. Uh...

You didn't let me finish.
I, uh...

Yeah, s-so I'm just here
to water his succulents.

So you're not staying here?

Absolutely not.

Fine. But cacti famously
don't require a lot of water.

So I shouldn't see you
around here

for at least another 10 days.

Okay, I-I-I will put that
on my calendar, commend a tore.

Phew. Geez.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Huh.

Hmm.

Gosh, Abdul, this is really
some place you got here.

I mean, you got smoothies,
uh, chainsaws, cheese

as far as the eye can see.

Snow globes.

Yeah. You think
I could get a job here?

I don't know who you are.

Oh, I'm Charlie,
Charlie Cale, just lookin' for a job.

Excuse me, sir.

I bought this
cantaloupe here earlier,

and it is just
completely unacceptable.

That's bullshit.

I'm sorry.
Do you want another?

No, what I'd like is
to exchange it for four mangoes.

I think it's perfectly fair.

Also bullshit.

I'm sorry.
Can I help you?

Hmm.

Help? Um, uh...

You're fine.

Honestly, your fruit scams
are your business.

Well, maybe it could be
our business.

Let me buy you a pasta dinner.

I want to know everything
there is to know about you.

Oh, gosh.

You don't mean that
but, uh, flattered nonetheless.

Oh, you got a keen sense
of the truth, huh?

You're what I like to call
a eagle-eyed Jim.

An Honest Thomas.

And other things, I'm sure.

Lucille Lambchop.
Thanks, Abdul. See you.

Alright.

Hey, cactus lady.

Hey!

I'm talking to you.

I still see you.

Shit, shit, shit, shit.

Shit.

God.

Did you shut that door?

Uh, yeah. Sorry. Why?

This place is a death trap.

The landlord doesn't fix
a goddamn thing.

Uh, Otto, right?
Well, that's the guy I was fleeing.

It turns out I guess he doesn't
really like subletters, so, uh...

Geez, man. Shit.

How do we get out of here?

What are you doing?

I'm a bike messenger,
so prepared for anything.

Packages and stuff.

Fucking Otto.
Right.

Fucking Otto.

This is like
Chernobylicious, huh?

Jesus!

Spin cycle on
these things is bananas.

Seems so. Seems so.

Okay. Sorry about that.
Sorry about the door.

You know, I'm new here,
and I don't know protocol.

I don't really know the protocol

because I'm not supposed
to be living here anyway.

I'm Charlie, by the way.
Maddy.

Hey, Maddy.

So you've been here
living here a while?

A couple years.
I live with my Nana.

Um, she's been here forever.

Parents kicked me out
in high school,

and she took me in.

Do you like "Jeopardy!"?

Well, it sure has
a way of finding me.

I can't say I like it.

Though there is
something invigorating

about confronting
your own mortality.

I meant the game show.

Oh.

Well, Yeah. Fuck yeah.

Who is Buckminster Fuller?

Buckminster Fuller is the dome guy.

That's correct.

What a life, huh?

It's just like,

honeydew, "Jeopardy!."
What more could you want?

Well, we could watch
"Michael Clayton" for the 800th time.

Oh, perfect movie.

I knew I liked you.

Yeah.

Man, Anne, this is,
like, some place, huh?

What are you,
an oligarch or something?

Retired poetry professor.

I've been in here since
the early '70s though.

And it's rent controlled.

Holy holy grail of apartments.

We're trying to work it
so we can keep the cheap rent forever.

So Nana's going to adopt me.

Mm-hmm.
Wow. No shit?

Oh, I can't wait to see the look

on Otto's face
when he finds out.

Yoo-hoo?
In here.

Sorry I'm late.

Had to pick the right mango.
Ooh.

Thank you.

And you are?

Ah, Charlie.

New to the building,
but don't tell Otto.

Charlie, do you have
your library card yet?

Huh?
Uh-oh. Here we go.

What?
Ricardo's a very passionate librarian.

It's not just my job, it's my calling.

If you ever need
something researched, I'm your guy.

Wow. So Ricardo,
you're like a walking, talking epitome

of don't judge a book
by its cover, huh?

Uh-huh.
Yeah, are they, uh...

are they hiring?
Uh, kind of.

Downside is
the librarians' union is so corrupt.

Dude, do you need a job?
You should have asked me.

I can hook you up.
Oh, it's going to be alright.

I did see a, a flyer

for a remote work
opportunity, so...

Stop sign, person.

Stop sign, person.

Stop sign.

Stop sign, person.

Stop sign.

Stop sign, person.

Hello.
Person.

Oh, sorry!

Uh, do you want this coffee?

Do I want this coffee?

It's just a regular
black coffee,

and they accidentally
made me two

and you just kind of
look sad at your laptop,

dead-eyed, tapping.

Me? No, no, no. I...

Hey, I-I'll have you know that,

well, I am a bonafide
CAPTCHA technician.

Yeah. You see?
So I basically, I decide

what's stop signs
and what's not all day.

I mean, it is dirty work,

but, you know,
somebody's gotta do it.

Sure.

Not coffee.
It's not coffee.

Butterscotch pumpkin mochaccino.

They messed it up.

I am so sorry.

Oh. And I said it was
black coffee and I lied. That's awful.

Ah, no, no, it's fine.

You're trying to do
something nice and, and you didn't lie.

They-they-they messed it up.
I can return it.

Mm. Mm.

It's growing on me.

Well, leave it to me to fuck up
a random act of kindness.

Pay it forward, I guess.

Crosswalk.

Building.

Firetruck.

Crowd.

Everyone, if I could have
your attention.

There was an accident
involving toxic chemicals

in the laundry room.

We should all steer clear
for a few days.

Hi. Hey. You said we?

Sure. I live here.

Micky, 1G.

Oh, wow. Uh, 1G.

Hey, I'm GG.

So I'm right below you.

Who's the tap dancer?

That would be me.

Oh, boy. You're a real
John Bubbles, huh?

I had a short-lived
off-Broadway career,

but now I just do it
to relieve stress sometimes.

Oh yeah, of course.
Do you ever miss the limelight?

Sometimes.
This pays the bills.

I got a wife and kid now.

Could you tell me what happened?

Hey, Micky, need a hand here.

See ya.
It's a freak accident, apparently.

Tenant was doing laundry,

spilled some bleach
on some descaler,

and the sodium hypochlorite
reacted

with the phosphoric acid
and created chlorine gas.

The broken lock meant
the tenant was trapped inside.

Gosh, they died?

Yes.
Jesus.

Also, are you
a chemist or something?

'Cause that was
a very detailed breakdown.

No, no.

I was an
investigative journalist

for "The Observer"
before I got blackballed

after sucker punching Rex Reed.

No shit?
Then I did a stint

as managing editor
at "Vague" before retiring.

Oh, "Vogue."
I mean, that's a big deal.

No, no.
"Vague" magazine. Different publication.

Ah. What's that one about?

This and that.

Hey, do you know
who the tenant was?

No, but I knew
her grandmother, Anne.

She's lived here forever.

Oh, geez.

Oh, shit.

Oh, hello again.

Nice fruit.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

I'm, uh, I'm looking for Anne.

Mm. She's in mourning
right now.

Yeah, I know. It's, uh...
It's awful. I, uh...

I came by to say
how sorry I was.

By bringing a pineapple?

Oh, I, uh...

Yeah, I remember
that Anne likes fruit.

And someone did
something nice for me,

told me to pass it on. I...

A pineapple of condolence.

A lovely gesture.
She'll be very touched.

Yeah. Sorry. So sorry.

Just, uh, you said
you're a friend of Anne's?

We're engaged actually.

Bullshit.
Excuse me?

Sorry. Forget it. I...

None of my business.

Oh, that's right.

You're a savvy one.

Eagle-eyed Jim.

Well, we're going to be engaged.

Ah.
Very soon.

You said you, you live here?

But it's nuts, I, uh...

I was here a few weeks ago.
I thought, uh,

I thought it was just Anne
and Maddy.

Recent development.

Thanks for the pineapple.

Those must be
some thirsty cacti.

Either that or you are a liar.

A dirty, filthy,
subletting liar.

You have a lot of nerve, okay?

A woman is dead because of you.

Oh, that's baloney.

You refused to fix the lock.

She got stuck,
and now her blood is

on your cheapskate hands.

But I did fix the lock.

Huh?

Wait, that's true. What?

The bleach fell from there

and, uh, well,
that must be the descaler,

which I have to say,
that sounds like some sort

of a weird torture device
for iguanas.

Hmm.

Chernobylicious.

Hey, that bottle was
on that shelf.

I recognize the goo.

Oh, the descaler?

I use it on
the boiler sometimes.

Okay. So then
what's it doing down here?

Clearly someone moved it.

Eh, Otto, I'm going
to ask you something,

and I don't want you
to take this personally.

Did you murder Maddy?

What? No!

Ah, you didn't.

Why would I kill her?
I don't know.

Gosh, maybe you were,
you know, mad that they were doing

this whole rent-controlled
adoption scheme

and you wanted to stop it.

They were running
a rent-controlled adoption scheme?

Had I known that,
I would've killed her.

Oh, okay.
That was not a lie.

So, uh, just so I'm clear,
what you're saying is

that you didn't murder Maddy,
but you would've.

Totally.

Your candor is alarming.

Uh, okay. Ah...

Look, we both agree
this is fishy, right?

I mean, you fix it,
and yet it's broken.

Over here, well,

the descaler just flew
over here from nowhere.

And anybody that lives here
knows this laundry room.

I mean, they know that
this, uh, spin cycle is just bonkers.

This isn't
the handle I installed.

This is a Schlage F50.

I installed a Schlage F30.

I never would've sprung
for an upgraded model.

Oh, I see.

What you're saying is that

whoever bought this Sludge F50,

well, they're the one that set up
this whole Rube Goldberg of death?

Who cares? It means
I'm not liable.

Now feed the cacti and get out.

Huh.

I see.

Maybe this will
bring you some comfort?

This is all I have left
of her now.

I can't believe
this has happened.

"The art of losing
isn't hard to master."

"Though it might look
like disaster."

Did Maddy have any friends
that worked at the library?

Uh, Ricardo in 2B.

Why?

I'm putting together a tribute

and I don't want
to leave anybody out.

I'm going to pop out
for a few errands.

Do you want anything?

I don't want
to stay here anymore.

It's perfectly normal
to feel that way.

You've suffered a loss

but just remember,
this too shall pass.

Hey, uh, Abdul. How's it going?

I don't know who you are.

Oh, gosh. You're not lying,
but you are a little hurtful.

I am in here a lot

and like to think
I have a memorable mug.

Hey, do you remember, um,

did anybody buy one
of these doorknobs recently?

Oh, yeah. Schlage F50?
Yes, they did.

Oh. Great.
Uh, who was it?

I have no idea.

Eh?
I'm sorry.

I have face blindness.

I can remember people's orders
and purchases

but none of their
physical characteristics.

Oh, got it.

Well, me,
I'm the chopped cheese with pepperoncinis,

extra provolone, side of vape.

Oh, yes, of course.
Welcome back.

It's good to see you.

You're one of my favorites.

Ah, that's nice.

So, uh, hey, the person
that purchased this doorknob,

you remember their order?

Uh, no,
they don't get sandwiches.

But they do buy a lot of fruit.

Does it happen to be
a very sweet old lady

who loves poetry?

This is an intense condition.

Uh, so, so you don't know
if the person

in question was
a 70-year-old woman?

They buy yogurt,
nuts, but mostly fruit.

And often they're not happy
with the fruit too.

Try to return it for multiples
of other fruit.

Ricardo, I'm not going
to beat around the bush.

I'm bad news.

But you know that

because I read
your little book report.

You've been inside?

Yeah, I've been inside all day,

but I'm about to go out.

Inside, like prison inside.

Oh, no.

Then what's with all the tats?

I just love the art
of visual storytelling.

Huh.

Well, the first thing
you learn inside

is that anyone can be
got to, at any time.

Accidents happen.

Have you ever seen
"Anatomy of a Fall?"

It's a great dog performance.

But people slip and fall.

But without a witness,

it's impossible to know
if it was an accident

or if they were pushed.

Do you understand what
I'm saying, Ricardo?

Are you going to keep
your mouth shut?

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Okay, good.

Hm, this is a nice place.

Is that a William Eggleston?

Ah, great, Ricardo.

Hey, I wanted to ask you
a couple of questions.

Uh, it's about, uh,
Anne's new girlfriend.

You know her, right?

Um, no.
No, I've never met her.

What?

Bullshit.

Maybe I wasn't clear.

I'm talking about that,

you know, that uptight chick,

the one with the sketchy energy?

Oh, you know, I don't like
to judge books by their cover.

And who does? I mean, I don't
judge any books by any covers.

Just, do you know
if Katie and Maddy

had, like, a beef or something?

I just...
I don't know anything

That's bullshit again.

What is going on with you?

Seriously? Are you
mixed up in this somehow?

No.
Ricardo,

you know that this Katie chick

is, uh, shady as fuck, right?

I mean, she...

Maddy...

Yeah?

Hey. Hey, Maddy what?

I mean...

Ah, geez, Really?
Come on.

Ricardo!

Saved by the bell?
Ricardo.

Okay, sheesh.

Shush, I hear a fire alarm.
Easy.

Oh, hey.
Geez,

feels like I'm working
from home these days.

Yeah. Yeah, I can imagine.

So, hey, Micky, what's the,
uh, procedure here?

We just gotta verify it's a false alarm,

then we'll let everyone back in.

Hey, also, I want to thank you.

After our talk earlier,
I realized I do miss the stage.

I'm going out for
an audition next week.

Hey, that's great.
I'm glad I could help, neighbor.

You ever need a favor,
you know where I live.

Or I guess you can call 911.

Yeah.
Oh, hey, Micky.

Uh, have you seen, uh, Ricky,
Ricky Ricardo, around?

No.
Nah?

Ah. Hey, Ricky, uh...

I don't know anything.

I don't know shit.
Please stop talking to me!

Okay.

I know what you did.

What did I do?
Y-y-you killed Maddy,

then you rigged the laundry room
to make it look like an accident.

And then you, you swapped out
the Schleizies, the Schlakes,

the Schal... Schlaze...

You changed the door handles.

Abdul confirmed it.

The face blind store clerk?

It's not what you know,
Honest Thomas,

it's what you can prove.

I don't think
you're going to find

many willing proof providers.

Jesus.

Oh, fuck yeah.
This place is so sick.

I'm sorry.
Can I help you?

What's your Polly on renos?

I'd like to install
an ice plunge

in the dining room
so I can digest at 34 degrees.

That's my opti-tempy.
Well, of course.

But I should mention
there is a broker's fee.

Not a big deal.
Just 18 months rent.

Do I look fucking poor to you?

I'm sorry.
What's going on here?

I'm doing a showing.

So how soon can you move in?

How soon can you kick
Miss Freckles to the curb?

Anne...

there is a very unpleasant man

traipsing around
our living room.

Yeah, I told Otto
to list the apartment.

I was gone an hour.

Why would you do that?

I tried to tell you earlier,

I don't want
to live here anymore.

You can't decide
that unilaterally.

We're supposed to be partners.

It's still my apartment.

Yes, of course.

But we've been talking
about getting married,

and then it will be become
our apartment.

Don't you think I deserve
to be consulted?

Well, we can be
married anywhere.

Why does it have to be here?

Let's go see the country.

Anne, come here.

I have seen the country,

and it doesn't get much better

than a sumptuous
rent-controlled New York penthouse

with crown molding
and two goddamn fireplaces.

I'm sorry, but...
I cannot stay here.

It hurts too much.

Okay.

Hey, I get it.

But... Okay.

Why don't we get married now?

Huh?
And then hit the road.

I mean, why wait?

Then we could
see the country as a married couple.

I mean, wouldn't that be better?

Oh, I don't know.

I appreciate
the sentiment, but...

Okay, okay. Well, you know what,
I'm going to go get the paperwork.

Alright?
Just wait here.

Hey, Anne, I know this
is going to sound crazy,

but I, uh, I think
you might be in jeopardy.

Darling, I got the forms.

Now all we need is a witness.

Oh.

You again.

Charlie, could Kate
and I have a moment alone?

Uh...

Yeah, I'll just, uh,
go feed the pigeons.

We don't have pigeons.

Yeah, well,
not with that attitude.

Darling, what were
you two discussing?

Charlie has
an interesting theory.

Oh?

She thinks you're after
this apartment

and that you seduced me
under false pretenses

so you can marry me
and then bump me off.

And she thinks
that you concocted this elaborate scheme

to murder my dear
beloved granddaughter

because she was going
to expose you.

Do you believe that?

She's a crazy person.

Hey. Hey!

I had nothing to do
with Maddy's death.

I would do anything
to have her back here with us right now.

But she's gone.

And I know the one thing
that she would've wanted

is for you not to be alone.

I want to provide for you.
I want to marry you.

I'm going to take
such good care of you.

We can be happy
together... here.

Bu-but Charlie
just seems so sure.

She said she was close
to finding proof.

Hey, let me handle this.

Why don't you run down
to the laundry

and get my clothes
out of the dryer

and when you get back,
she'll be gone, okay?

I'm not going to let her ruin
our new lives together.

In this three bedroom,
four bath,

two fireplace apartment
in New York for $800 a month.

640.

640.

Wow.

Okay.
Yeah.

You're cooked, aren't you?

Well, here's how
I figured it out.

First,
it was that yellow goo on the descaler.

I knew I'd seen it before...

Whoa!
Well done, Charlie!

Roll to your right.
Gosh!

Hey, Micky, thanks
for setting that up for me.

No problem.
I told you I owe you one.

You're so fucked.

What?

You're fucked.

Uh, uh, darling, w-who's this?

He's my witness.

Charlie was right about you.

And so was Maddy.

You really should have
paid attention during "Michael Clayton."

Gosh, I, uh...

Gosh, I'm, uh, I'm real sorry

about Maddy and Kate too,
for that matter.

It really sucks
when you find out

someone isn't who
you thought they were.

Gosh, you're really going
to leave this place?

What, to roam the land?

"Down, down, down into
the darkness of the grave,

"gently they go.

"The beautiful,
the tender, the kind,

"quietly they go.

"The intelligent,
the witty, the brave,

"I know,

"but I do not approve.

And I am not resigned."

I've been here too long anyway.

Thanks.
I don't think you get it.

It's a big-ass bed,

but it's a circle,
not a rectangle.

Then we'll just tear out
all the wood floors,

replace it with carpet
or something more soft

And a shit ton of taxidermy.

But, like, ironic.

Oh, yeah, boys,
this place is gonna fuck.