All language subtitles for One Dollar - 01x01 - Garrett Drimmer

Thanks, man.

- Uh-huh, yeah, just get here.
- Rick.

Get... just shut up and get here.

- Hey, Rick.
- Hey, Garrett.

When'd you hit town?

Came to see my kid.
I got to run, though.

If I stick around, I'll call you.

It's good to see you, Garrett.

What are we doing here?

Okay, don't be such a snob.

It's one of the few places that carries

- this bakery's muffins.
- Okay.

Uh, hey, I-I'll see you, Rick.

Anyway, about this
party tomorrow night...

Oh, so you don't dress up
like a movie star,

you dress up like a
character from a movie.

I know that.
I'm going as Julia Roberts.

- That's not a character.
- Well, I want to go as her.

Last week my husband
told me that I looked

like Julia Roberts from Pretty Woman.

So go as Vivian Ward from Pretty Woman.

Wait, he said you
looked like Julia Roberts

- specifically in Pretty Woman?
- Mm-hmm.

I think he might've been
trying to tell you

that you were dressed like a whore.

That's not a bad thing.

- Really?
- No, it's good.

They like that kind of stuff.

What, are you fucking serious?

Oh, my God, I am so sorry. I...

Sorry.

I thought you were...

The kid lives over on Maple.

I'm sorry, I apologize.

I can't believe he took it.

I'm paying you to find out
who my husband is screwing,

not who he's screwing over.

I told you where he was last night.

He was pitching condos to brokers,

one after another,
at the Fairmont Hotel bar.

I watched him and he didn't
leave with any of them.

Then you keep looking.

He's a million miles away these days.

He went on a diet.

A man with his appetites
does not go on a diet.

People's metabolisms change.

Could it be somebody in his yoga class?

Nah, I don't know why he does yoga.

Not for the asses in yoga pants.

He does yoga and he runs an hour

on the treadmill every day
so that he looks good.

Why does he want to look good?

To get laid.

- If you say so.
- Stay with him.

We got the Abatsy party tomorrow night.

I'll have eyes out, obviously,

but maybe you could be on the grounds.

- See what you see.
- Yeah. Sure.

And that is for next week.

What the fuck?

Let me guess, no note.

Hey, Dannie.

Glad I ran into you here.

- Did you run into me?
- No, not really.

How's your day been?
Still like your new job?

Yeah, yeah, he's, uh... he's a handful.

Listen, remember when you asked

what was the top piece of advice

I wished I'd had
before I started college?

Thank God. I was afraid
I was gonna have to wing it.

Well, see, I realized that...

it's to be sure and make new friends

the summer before you leave.

Hmm. You're volunteering?

I-I am. I'm brave like that.

Do you want to hang out later?

Like, tonight later?

Why not? Unless you-you have plans.

No.

Well, now you do.

Another day, right, Dante?

Sure enough.

Garrett Drimmer, hold up a minute.

Fuckin' Walsh.

See how he did that?

Now you got to talk to him
on your own time.

Hours have to be cut.

And fingers are pointing
at the material handlers.

I only got 50, 55 total
for you and Dante.

You've been here longer.

I know yinz two is friends.

And don't worry, there is one option.

You both cut eight to ten a week.

I could make a case
to keep yous both on.

Hours are money.

All right, but I-it's your call.
I'm gonna have to cut him loose.

Wait, wait, what'd you say, uh, 55?

Yeah.

Well, that-that means
with, uh, with him gone,

I'm ripe for some OT?

Yeah, I expect so.

That's good.
Yeah, count me in for that.

Hey. I got the car today.
You want a lift?

Uh, man, y-you go ahead.

Yeah, uh, walking keeps me motivated.

Okay.

Hey. GARRETT: Hey.

She had a good nap today.

- Aw, that's good.
- Yeah. Uh...

You know, my husband was
watching this special on rheas,

or ray-as, some are like ostriches.

- Uh-huh.
- And the father rhea,

takes care of them little ones,

like from eggs on.

But people ain't supposed
to be like that.

Uh, well...

- Here I am.
- Yeah.

Well, I'm just saying,
we feel really bad for you,

and we love having
little Carrie here now,

but if you don't get caught up...

Yeah... For a minute there,

I thought you were being nice.

Oh... Here. Look.

You know, you could...

No, I......take it if you want.

- Yeah, no, I want what you owe me.
- Payday is next week.

- Garrett, I heard that before,
- I'll-I'll have it then.

I heard it before.

Next week, or don't
bring her by no more.

If I can't leave her
with somebody, then I can't...

Yeah. Well, sorry.

All right, look, um...

You know, I'm-I'm fixing up
my dirt bike.

I'm gonna sell it.

- Okay.
- Okay?

Okay, all right...

What do you think? Let's go for a walk.

I think it's over there.

Whoa!

- Hey.
- Garrett.

I need you to-to come down
to the mill right away.

What?

I'm in trouble.

Yeah, wait, uh, y-yeah.

What happened?

Can you just come down here?
You got to help me.

- Uh, right now?
- Yes. Right now.

Wh... uh, what...?

I can't come right now.
I got, I got Carrie.

Can you just...?

Garrett, it's got to be you.

- Yeah, um...
- I really need your help.

Garrett, I need you.

Can you just, like, give me like 15...?

Yeah. Yeah, just...

don't tell anybody where
you're going, all right?

Can you... yeah, just give me
like, give me like, uh,

15 minutes, I'll...
and I'll be there, okay?

Shh. Hey, hey.

Quiet, quiet, quiet. Okay.

So you've never snuck in here before?

No.

Cool, so I get points
for originality then.

Unlike me, with the movie I chose.

I hate how I always know
exactly what's about to happen

but I still get scared.

So you're going off to Michigan.

- Right?
- Yeah.

It's your last summer here.

Mm.

You know... the summer
before I started at Pitt,

- my parents split up.
- Shit.

Sorry, they couldn't
have waited three months?

That's exactly what I said.

You must've freaked out.

- It's tough.
- Mm.

Like, it-it totally sucks.

I bet, but it must have made you

even more excited to go to school.

Yeah, that and a couple
of handles of vodka later,

I was good to go.

Did you do that whole frat thing
where you almost die

from alcohol poisoning, too?

Oh, God. Um...

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

See, this is, this is why I'm into you:

I like the way you look at things.

You're so upbeat.

- I think we should go swimming.
- What?

- I-I don't have my suit...
- Uh, you know what? Neither do I,

but that's what underwear's for.

So, you said you were into me.

It was just the vodka talking.

You didn't have any vodka.

Oh, shit.

Hey.

What was that for?

Not just saying,
"Yeah, Dannie, I'm into you."

Yes, Dannie. I'm into you.

Fuck.

What?

- Are you... Are you ticklish?
- N-No.

Is that, is that what's happening?

- No, no, it's...
- No, no, no? Really?

- You sure about that?
- No, stop.

Stop, no! Stop. No, don't.

Don't, don't, don't! Oh, oh!

Stop! Stop, stop! No!

Hey! Boy!

Oh, fuck...

Stop! Stop!

Shit. I'm sorry.

Man, I was hearing all last week

that there might be layoffs.

Yeah, me, too.

Although, poker last night,

Walsh says, "Looks like
we might be getting"

a new order in from Vancouver."

What?

Bill told me.
He says to Walsh, "Hey, Walsh."

"Last Wednesday, you were
having sex with your wife,

"you left the curtains open.

Whole neighborhood could
see you having sex."

They're all laughing about it.

Walsh is like, "Wait, what day?"

He says, "Wednesday."

Walsh says, "Oh, joke's on them."

I wasn't home on Wednesday."

What the fuck?

Jesus.

No guns. No casings.

No body.

Looks like whoever
was bleeding was dragged,

loaded into the vehicle,

which was then driven out that gate.

Get a mold of the tracks.

Measure the axle width.

Looks like a cube truck, Chief.

Make sure. Up there it looks like

someone tried to wipe up the prints.

Probably ran out
of nighttime, had to bail.

Well, we got those
footprints over there.

Those are from the two mill workers

who found the scene this morning.

It's human.

Fuck.

This much blood,
it's got to be a murder.

Can tell you more in... four hours.

- All right.
- Everything by overnight.

Thanks for helping out.

You want dogs to search for a body?

Or bodies... this is a lot of blood.

They probably can't get
to it till tomorrow,

but ask those boys to
drag the river, huh?

All right, Rook, you're with me.

We're gonna talk to Bud Carl.

- You ever met him?
- Me? Different planets.

Know the family name, of course.

Father opened the mill, right?

Grandfather. He's number three.

What, on the mill grounds?

I'll bet Bud isn't happy about that.

Uh, they say
that they'll know more soon.

I'll keep you updated.

Ah, thanks for the heads-up.

Well, right, yeah,
if the mill goes away,

that would be great for us,

but crime is never good
for real estate.

We'll talk at the office.

Uh, I can't come in to work today.

What? Why not?

I have food poisoning or something.

I-I can't leave the house.

We had a shipment
go out, then shut down.

Nobody was here after that.

No security?

Oh, geez. We haven't bothered

to have a night guy for years.

What are they gonna steal, the furnace?

What time did the shipment go out, sir?

About 10:15. Then I went home.

I thought I was the last to go.

Um, is that the usual time?

It was a little late.

There was a cancellation, last minute.

The specs on one of the crates was off.

You got any suspicion at all

that maybe one of your workers
decided to take advantage

of the mill being
so deserted down that end?

- Like drugs and that?
- Yeah.

I hear anything about that...

- I... I call you.
- Right.

Look, I'll help however I can.

You want me to shut down the mill,

the guys are gonna lose
a bunch of hours,

- but I'll bank that furnace.
- Ah, thanks, Pop, but...

shut you down for two days?

Uh, cops are unpopular enough

without taking bread
out of people's mouths.

I don't know, I'll keep
my eyes and ears open.

Somebody killed here.

Figure out what happened, Chief.

I intend to.

Thank you for your time.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Not surprised he got emotional.

That's Bud, all right.

You called him Pop.

Just slipped out.

All his workers call him Pop.

Bud really cares about his people.

Dogs are here, and the tire
tracks are from a cube truck.

Put that out to our guys in the county.

We are looking for a cube truck.

That's Pop.

Oh, here comes Pop.

Hey, sorry, Pop, if we...

Man, we didn't know what to do.

We seen all that blood, we panicked.

Hey. Yinz did the right thing.

I don't give a fuck
how much trouble this causes.

Listen up.

This thing...

it won't cost none of yinz a penny.

All your jobs are safe.

Promise you that.

Thanks, Pop.

Yeah. Sorry anyway, though.

What'd the chief say, Pop?

I don't know, Walsh.
What is there to say, huh?

Fuckin' Walsh. Anybody's upset,

I want to hear about it, okay?

Yinz want to go home today?

Nah, I didn't lose my lunch
before, I'll be fine.

- Yeah, I'm good.
- Ah.

Get out of here.

Go on, go home.

Here, here.

Yeah, thanks, Pop.

Here.

Thanks, Pop.

'Bout the boys on the floor, they okay?

Yeah, everybody seems fine.

You guys okay? Terri?

Yeah, Pop.

Garrett.

You okay?

Yeah, just another day to me.

- Police department...
- Channel Five just said

it's human blood.

What, does that
definitely make it murder?

Did-did they use the word homicide?

No. Just that a source

or somebody at the police department

said it's definitely human blood.

All right, well, keep watch.

I-I'll see you at the office tomorrow.

I don't care if you're dying.

Oh, I'm-I'm really sorry
about this, Mr. Furlbee.

I will definitely be there tomorrow.

Please. Relax.

God, you're so jumpy; it was a joke.

Uh, Jake Noveer.

Mr. Noveer, this is Wilson Furlbee.

Furlbee Development.

Mr. Furlbee, yeah, hi.

You're a private investigator, right?

Yeah, yeah.

You catch wind of the day's drama?

Uh, yeah.

Well, crime scene at the mill.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, a-are you available?

You saved Dr. Evans a boatload
in his divorce, right?

I'm, uh, working a few
can-of-corn assignments, but...

- yeah, I got time.
- That's great.

Well, why don't you, uh, pop by?

I'm-I'm at home today.

Furlbee Estates,
you know where that is?

I think so. Yeah.

Do you want something?

Mr. Harvard MBA.

Wow.

He only graduated college,
like, a month ago,

so he's gonna work for,
like, two years and then go.

It's nice of your dad
to hire such a cute guy.

Wait, so would you have done more?

Like, if a stranger in the
night hadn't knocked him out?

- Julie, it's not funny.
- It's kinda funny.

I mean, like, why was
this hooded vigilante

wandering the country club
in the middle of the night?

See? I am not making this up.

There was some kind of murder
at the mill.

Workers discovered it at, like,
5:00 this morning.

Oh, my God, you think
somebody really got hurt?

Yeah, there was a murder.

Are you done?

Yeah.

So are we on for the party tonight?

I don't have a costume.

Not a problem.

Take off your pants,
put on one of your dad's

big white dress shirts and
you're ready.

Tom Cruise in Risky Business.

Now remind me again
of what you're going as?

A big slut.

Oh, my God, you don't
even need a costume.

Hey, you know what?

No, it's actually over, uh,

6,000 square feet.

Oh, no shit?

Yeah, so can I get you, uh,
a bottle of water?

I got flat, sparkling, I got kombucha.

Spicket works.

Spicket?

Tap. Tap water's fine.

Oh. Here.

- Take it.
- Oh.

Ah, where you building this?

Well, nowhere yet.

But it will happen.

So...

How do you feel about Bud Carl?

Bud Carl? What about him?

He employed your dad, right?

My foster dad.

Hmm. So, like everyone else,
y-you think, uh,

he's a-a great guy.

Great.

Oh, you don't like him.

Well, it's not Bud Carl's fault

steel industry's in the shitter.

But the workers Bud lets go?

Their skin tends to look more
like mine than his.

Oh.

You know, I heard that you, uh,
were a great detective...

that Chief TRASK loved you.

So, what happened?

I stopped loving him.

Hmm.

I also heard you've been known to,

uh, sleep on the job.

Hmm, sleeping on the job
and being tired on the job

is two different things.

Well, why are you so tired?
You working too hard?

I wish. Me and sleep
never quite got along.

You ever try melatonin?

Uh-huh.

- You don't do Ambien?
- What do you want to hire me for?

What about yoga? Meditation?

What's your interest in Bud Carl?

Uh... well.

A little bird told me that he's close

to landing a big contract,
and I want to know, you know,

I want to know a little
more about that.

Okay.

Like, with these murders on
the mill grounds and all.

Is it still gonna happen?

You know, is Carl in trouble?

I want to know what's going on,
as it's going on,

and I want to know what the police know

as they know it.

This got something to do with...

Oh, see?

Oh, uh, you're smart.

Well, things don't go so good for Bud,

I guess that would clear the way
for a city of condos.

Uh, no. N-N-No,
this clears the way, uh,

for a... it's for a future
for everybody.

Listen, Mr. Furlbee.

I ain't real keen
on taking sides in some...

- white man turf war.
- Oh.

But I do want to find out
what happened at the mill.

Oh, well, that's great.

So, for the time being,
our goals are aligned.

Hmm?

H-How much do you charge?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Thanks.

Thanks for coming all
the way into the city.

Didn't want to run into
your dad like this.

So... you're thinking maybe
we should say something

about last night?

It was 4:00 in the morning.

Where else was he coming from?

Down the hill from the club somewhere?

I guess he thought I was attacking you?

I didn't even see him.

Did you see his face?

Not really, it was too dark.

So then we don't have much to say then.

I mean, what would we tell them?

Some guy that we can't describe

was out at 4:00 in the morning.

How does that help them?

Listen.

I also wanted to say
that I had fun last night.

Before I got knocked unconscious.

Right.

Do you want to hang out again?

Maybe tonight?

Promised my friend
I'd go to this party.

"Dress as your favorite movie
character," or something.

She'll kill me if I don't go.

It's okay.

No, you want to come with us?

I would, you know,

if my favorite
movie character was, like,

a plate of ground beef.

But...

Listen, are you in a hurry to get back?

I need to find some makeup
or foundation or whatever

to cover this thing up.

Hey, Tom.

No, you're not.

Who's that?

He's a dick, pun intended.

- He was a detective?
- Our only one.

And a favorite of Trask's.

Uh-uh. Not today, Jake.

I can't handle you, not today.

I'm here to officially inform
you as required by law,

I've been hired to augment
the investigation.

Who hired you?

That, I don't have to tell you.

As a professional courtesy,

may I take a look at the scene?

No, you may not.

Please, uh, escort this
gentleman from the scene.

Come on, Peter. I'll bring
you anything I find

and you can have the credit for it.

Sir, or should I say scumbag?

- I prefer scumbag.
- Oh.

- Peter, come on.
- Please follow me,

sir, or I'll have
to kick you in the balls.

I'm just trying to make a living.

See you later, Tom.

What a dick.

Again? Feel like I never see you.

Where you headed?

I thought we were riding
to the party together.

I'm gonna be gone in two months.

Don't you want to get used to
not knowing every little thing

about my life before I leave?

You guys can spend some
alone time together.

"Us guys," that is funny.

Sorry.

You want to go shopping?

Just you and me, go into town,

get me some stuff for school,
maybe some Mani-pedis?

Are you trying to buy me off by
getting me to buy you clothes?

Hey, it worked through high school.

You mean last month?

- Have fun.
- Okay.

- Be careful.
- Careful?

You should always be careful.

Don't worry, Mom.

I'm not gonna be found
dead in a steel mill.

Oh, should I laugh at that?

Why not?

See you later, Beetlejuice.

Bye.

Garrett.

- Hey.
- How's your little girl?

- Oh, she's great.
- Huh.

Yeah, she-she's been going
through these, like, obsessions.

You know, uh... Ah.

One-one week it's a stuffed elephant,

next week it's fuckin' SpongeBob.

Oh, God.

Could never decide if I wanted
to kill that dude

or get him to move in with us,
you know?

- Yeah.
- Mm.

Have you seen Rick?

Uh, no.

Fucker's supposed to take
his son fishing.

Yeah, I'm-I'm sorry.

- That's-that's tough.
- Oh.

- Par for the course.
- Yeah.

I'll see you around.

See you, Terri.

When you need me,

you throw me out, but when
you're done with me,

you bring me back.

What am I?

It's an anchor.

Hey, thanks, Robyn.

You're out after one?

I used to have to cut you off
at least twice a week.

It's cool.

My cousin used to get
annihilated all the time

just to prove he was in control.

Called it a shot a day
to keep the devil away.

Whatever you want to call it.

Look at this handsome guy.

Favorite movie.

Refreshments are that way.

Now the party can begin.

Hey, hey, hey. Come here, come here.

Don't drink that shit.

I'll show you the good stuff.

Thanks so much for inviting me, Abatsy.

Where are you?

What do you mean? I'm right here.

Barely.

I just... I feel weird about
not going to the police.

You guys agreed you wouldn't, so...

What?

What is it?

I saw him.

What? What do you mean?

The guy, I-I did see him.

I got a pretty good look at him.

Holy shit, Dannie. You didn't tell Ty?

He thought he was helping me;
he thought I was being attacked.

Maybe he was just, like,
passing by, you know?

- In the middle of the night?
- I don't know,

the country club isn't
that close to the mill.

Okay, look.

So, here's the mill,

where all the blood
was found, and, then,

here's where the country club pool is.

Yeah, but if he lives in Braden West,

then he would have taken Crescent Road

and been nowhere near the mill, so...

Unless he didn't want to be seen,

in which case he
would have taken the fire road.

Look, it goes right
by the country club.

- What time did he attack you guys?
- He didn't attack us.

Just Ty, and that's...

- He thought Ty was...
- No, wh-whatever.

Like, when did it happen?

4:15. But the scene wasn't
discovered until 5:00 a.m.

What are you saying,
this guy murdered someone,

then tried to rescue you?

He had a dog, too.

- It was a brown mutt.
- You left that out, too?

- Jesus, D.
- What?

It's a small town, Dannie;

they'll be able to
figure out who it was.

Okay. Yeah, I'll-I'll go
to the police tomorrow morning.

Heads up.

My parents are here.

Oh. H-Hey.

I just can't handle seeing them
play the happy couple tonight.

We got to go.

What about the cute guys?

- Julie.
- Fine.

It's an old people's party, anyway.

Garrett, I'm telling you,

- I got to...
- Hey, uh... this, uh...

this ought to catch me up.

Yeah.

So, look, let me know if it don't.

No. I'm good, man. Thank you.

I'll get her.

Here you go.

Hi.

Hey, you got a cookie there?

Want to walk?

Yeah, let's go for a ride.

Here we go.

You know your parents
have gotten into a fight

and have probably left by now.

We're not going back.

Um, where are we going?

That... that's the dog.

What?

That's the dog.

That's the guy.

Stop. I want to see.

He's hot.

Definitely from the west side of town.

Yinzer, for sure.

What?

Not saying he's a criminal.

That's what you're saying.

Hi.

- Hi!
- Hi!

You guys look beautiful.

Sexy Laurel and Hardy.

- That's not a bad thing.
- Where are your pants?

They're-they're here;
they're just small.

- Yeah. Cute.
- Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- I'm glad we made it.
- Yes.

You still have to
tell me about that vacation.

- It was amazing.
- It was terrific.

- Yeah?
- Two weeks,

circled through the
west; it was wonderful.

Yeah, we saw Mount Rushmore
and the Grand Canyon...

- Yellowstone.
- Yellowstone.

Yes, and the Badlands.

Badlands. Uh, I want
to see those pictures.

- Sure, for sure.
- Okay.

- Now?
- I gotta get moving.

Okay.

Not here.

Meet me, uh, behind the garage
in ten minutes.

All right.

You got beat up?

None of this makes it
back to us, right?

I'm insulted you'd even ask.

As promised.

Enjoy Belize.

You bet.

I never want to see your face again.

- What have we here?
- Oh! There he is.

Rand, tell them

the story about when you
got stuck on a tropical island

- by yourself.
- Stuck? What're you talking about?

It was the greatest week of my life.

Come on, tell them the whole story.

So, I'm dating this advertising exec.

She's got her pilot's license
and a private plane.

The perks of dating a pilot
are the weekend getaways.

Downside is getting dumped
and stranded on those getaways.

For a week!

- We feel so sorry for you.
- He never recovered.

I bet it was one of those steelworkers.

Who died or who killed someone?

You know, you know,
the class-envy thing.

Some jaded yinzer ex-coal miner.

Maybe it was a ghost.

I did see a driverless car go by today.

So, Brokeback.

That's, like,
pretty progressive for him.

Mm. He didn't watch it.

He thinks he's Jon Voigt.

Oh.

What is the problem, Officers?

Well, Crescent Road is not your
personal parking lot, buddy.

Sorry, Mr. Abatsy,
but without a permit,

- we're gonna have to ask your guests...
- Of course.

Let's go inside, grab a bite to eat,

and we can get these cars
moved right away.

I've got two valets.

They'll get 'em all
out of here, lickity-split.

Hey, can you turn it up? The TV?

We, uh...

we've gotten more information
from the lab.

Earlier they said
it was definitely human blood,

but just now,
they can tell from the antigens,

it appears that there are

seven different kinds of blood
at the scene.

Had to announce it
during my party, huh?

Obviously, this presents

a much more complex situation
than we initially imagined.

One that we have to get right,

and one that will require
some more time.

So at this moment,

this is all we can disclose,

as our forensic experts
continue to analyze

and make determinations
that are more definitive.

So what we might have here

is blood from seven different people.

Seven... seven murders.

Thank you.

Let's party, people.

Let's keep dancing.

Garrett. Wanna chill?

Marty has the key to Chuck E. Cheese,

and we got a little something.

- Yinz know what time it is?
- Yeah, like, 11:30.

Stop being a pussy.

We haven't hung out
since we got back from school.

Get out of here.

What's your problem, Garrett?

Why are you being an asshole?

Get the fuck out of here right now.

You come back again and
wake up my daughter,

I will slap that fucking grin
off your face.

Daughter? Since when do you

have a daughter?

The man who made it doesn't want it.

The man who bought it

doesn't need it.

The man who needs it...

he doesn't know it.

What is it?

- You can close me out, please.
- $14.

- You want all ones?
- Nope.

Stingy motherfucker.

Here you go.

Thanks.

Yep.

It's a coffin.

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