Poker Face

I'm Charlie by the way, uh, Charlie Cale.

So, what's it like, Ieavin' everything behind and startin' fresh?

It suits me.

You get to meet all sorts of people,

- all sorts of lives. - All sorts of lies?

I got no idea.

- I have this thing... - Bullshit.

I can tell if someone's lying.

- Bullshit. - It's a whole thing.

It would take too long to explain.

- It's fine, I don't care. - Bullshit.

The real trick of it is to figure out why someone is lying.

You ever think about joining the FBI?

I'm not really about helping the man.

I'm giving you an opportunity to work with me.

We're gonna fleece this son of a bitch.

I lost a friend.

Natalie. She was my best friend.

She did the right thing when she saw something awful,

and you killed her for it.

Charlie Cale.

Beatrix Hasp, right?

I'm here with the five families.

There is no corner of the country

deep enough to hide from us.

We're gonna find you.

Well, Bea, let's all of us find out together.

Lunch time!

You have the right to an attorney.

Hey, no fair.

It's way past your bedtime.

What's that supposed to be?

Uh, it's us.

I'm moving into portraiture.

I have to branch out

if I want to develop as an artist.

- Artist? - Mm-hm.

That spangled garbage.

Artist?

You'll be the Gauguin of Etsy.

Well, I wouldn't expect you to understand, Mother.

Oh, no. But you do expect me to keel over,

leave you my fortune,

and bankroll your little artist's journey.

Mother, don't be so morbid.

I see you.

I see what you're doing.

Oh, that faithful child.

So selfless, caring for that mean old woman.

Can I get you anything else?

Four daughters,

and the one I kept closest

is my biggest disappointment.

Yes, well, my other sisters are not here

washing your foot rags, cutting your charcuterie,

and making you delicious homemade soup.

- It's tepid. -

Oh, good. Paul's here.

Lawyer Paul?

Yes, I have to get my affairs in order.

But... we already, we already made your will.

We-We-We did it together.

The doctor says that within weeks,

my heart will give out.

Once you're staring into the eyes of death, Amber,

you realize what's really important:

Rewarding those people who didn't...

disappoint you in life.

Fetch me my ham.

- Paul? - Amber.

You look very nice.

Paul, please, um,

you have to tell me, what did she do?

Look, no matter how much sympathy I have

for your situation, I legally can't say.

It-It's a confidential matter,

and I could lose my license if I...

- Please. - Norma's cut you out of the will.

- She what? - Oh, God.

Sorry, that was, like, involuntary.

I'm a, I'm a people pleaser, and I, and I... That's my problem.

But please, don't tell her that I told you that.

She can't.

She... I-I-I've taken care of her

when she's been sick this whole time,

and my sisters have gone off and lived their life.

And I've been here.

I deserve this! I earned this!

How could she be so cruel?

No, not your sisters.

They're, they're not getting anything either.

Well, then, who's getting the fortune?

My mom doesn't have any friends.

She calls charity "organized malingering."

No, Amber. No. I-I-I-I can't tell you, legally, morally.

The-The-The trust that is a bedrock of my profession forbids me...

Please.

A woman named Felicity Price.

Shit.

Um...

she gets the house, the money, the royalties.

I'm not to make contact until after Norma dies.

She doesn't want to be disappointed.

And now I'm getting in the car before you can

ask me anything else. Sorry.

Who the fuck is Felicity Price?

Holy butt-munch.

Felicity Price?

Hi, I'm Amber.

And I think we may be...

Uh-huh.

Yeah.

This is a lot to process.

- I mean, I-I never knew. - Thank you.

How did you find out?

Well, um, I was at a gallery show,

uh, asking about a piece

that I just loved when I, uh, saw your artist's photo.

And I just... I almost passed out.

Wow. Just wow.

It's... cool look.

Oh, I took that before I moved out here.

Off the grid.

If you ask anyone in the art world

who Felicity Price is,

that's who they will describe.

And I don't even recognize that person anymore.

- - I, um...

I've been completely isolated for about a year now.

Stripped everything away...

fashion, style...

to see what was left.

Only the art can reveal the artist, right?

Totally.

I'm also an artist.

I, um, I make polymer clay figurines,

um, and I've been featured three times on Etsy, hm.

Cool.

Wow.

A long-lost twin.

It's like finding a missing piece of myself.

It's hilarious, isn't it?

Uh, did you, uh, did you grow up with our dad?

Oh, shit. Uh... yeah. Uh...

we have the same dad.

Benny's dead.

Yeah, I'm-I'm sorry if you wanted to meet him.

If it's any consolation, he was a complete asshole.

He drove us drunk straight into a light pole

when I was 17.

Wow. How horrible.

What about our mom?

Dead. Yeah, dead.

Norma, she had this rare disease.

All of her bones shattered inside her.

And it was so agonizing.

So much pain and so much screaming.

Wow.

- Uh... - Yeah, mm. Hey!

Um, I am actually a photographer,

kind of, on the side,

and I could take a new, uh,

artist's photo, if you want,

maybe outside with your work?

Sure.

That's great.

You look really cool.

These are fantastic. You photograph so well.

Do you have a cell? I-I can text them to you.

No, but, um, I check my email

at the public library every couple of days.

- I can write it down for you. - Oh, wow, yeah. That'd be great.

Amber, are you feeling okay?

My mother's dying, Paul. How do you think I'm doing?

Mom? Mom?

You...

you look like that little fat plumber in the movies.

Mario wears red overalls.

You knew who I was talking about, didn't you?

It's okay.

You can go now.

I'm ready.