Poker Face

Charlie: (over phone) Yeah?

Charlie.

Long time no time.

You know who this is?

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

My God, kid.

It's a mess, isn't it?

Just spoke to the medical examiner.

There wasn't enough of my son

for me to even identify.

It's a fucking mess, kid.

I let you off once, Charlie.

Gave you a life.

Pretty good life, right?

Charlie: So, uh, what happens now?

You tell me where you are.

I mean, you might as well tell me where you are.

'Cause there's is 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 going to hit you where it hurts.

And when I do kill you, finally...

you can thank me.

Now...

tell me, kid...

am I lyin'?

Charlie: I got to go.

This is your job now.

You're going to find Charlie Cale,

and then you're gonna call me

and you're gonna ask me

how deep to dig the hole.

Cliff: Well, that was quick.

ATM ping off highway 93.

On my way.

We got her.

I found her.

Yeah, she's headed west.

LA.

Wait, wait, wait. What do you mean "Texas"?

Yes. I asked him.

Don't you think I asked him that?

Sterling Sr.: (over phone) Goddammit.

Yeah, a week ago.

-No, she's gone. -Sterling Sr.: Dammit.

Well, that's a good question.

Allow me to introduce myself.

-My name is... -(explosion booms)

Man: (on TV) Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Michael: (on TV) And I'm from the department of...

Cliff: A year.

Over a year.

Over a year of shitty coffee

and bad motels.

The things that I have eaten.

A solid year on the road.

I did not sign up for this.

I should be there with you running our business,

doing my job.

Not out here chasing some delinquent runaway.

Sterling Sr.: (over phone) I thought I made it clear to you.

This is your job.

And all you're telling me right now

is that you're bad at your job.

Not sure why you'd even go out of your way

to point that out to your employer.

Call you back.

Yeah. Parker.

Parker: Hey, we got something in Colorado.

Your troubles may be over.

Let me take a look at that Jane Doe.

It's over. We got her.

All I need to know is how deep to dig the hole.

Sterling Sr.: We're gonna let her heal up.

Cliff: Well, that, that might take some time.

Like, like multiple months.

She's conscious, just incapacitated.

I can make it hurt right now.

Sterling Sr.: No. Two months is fine.

I can wait.

I want her on her feet.

Then you're gonna bring her to me.

You camp out outside that hospital

until she's discharged.

And don't let her slip past you again.

Are you, are you fucking kidding me?

If you think I'm sitting at some shit motel

in fucking Denver--

Michael: (on TV) Jimmy, what are you doing?

Motherfucker.

Now the people who did this are putting

the screws to me too.

I don't wanna be here any more than you do.

If you can be good, you get to ride up front.

(indistinct announcement over PA)

Jacob!

You take care of yourself, man, alright?

Thanks. Good luck.

Janelle, I'm going to miss you, lady.

-Bye, sweetheart. -Bye, honey. Thanks.

Edwin, It's been real,

but I'm afraid it's checkout time.

I'm going to give you guys five stars on Yelp,

no doubt.

So, uh, bill-wise,

I'm not sure how this works.

If you have an installment plan or something.

Uh, your bill's been paid since day one.

My God.

Thanks, Obama.

What? No. By private party.

You've been here two months.

You had a room with a TV.

How do you think this works?

I don't know, I guess I thought you guys were like a, a church

you know, can't turn people away.

Ha, ha.

Wait, a... private party.

(Sammy Turner's "Lavender Blue" playing)

Trunk or the cab?

Either way works for me.

Charlie: Hey! Okay.

Well...

Man: (on TV) Drop it and show me your hands.

You think he's going to make it hurt?

One can hope.

Yeah.

It's a relief in a sick way.

I can feel the muscles in my brain relaxing

that haven't been relaxed in a year.

All this, everywhere I went,

it felt like I was leasing time.

Yeah.

I know he'd get me eventually.

Inevitable.

The hook.

-Eh? -The hook.

Brings you back. Inevitable.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

You killed Natalie, right?

Like, Sterling Jr. gave the word, but...

you killed her, right?

Open the glove compartment.

Reach in and take it out.

Suck it in.

Suck it in, suck it in.

If you're Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn.

Make a desperate move or else he'll win.

And then begin to see

what you're doing to me.

This MTV is not for free.

It's so PC it's killing me.

So, desperately, I'll sing to thee of love.

Sure, but also rage and hate and pain

and fear of self.

And I can't keep these feelings to myself.

I've tried. Well, no, in fact, I lied.

Could be financial suicide

but I've got too much pride inside

to hide or slide.

I'll do as I'll decide and let it ride until I've died.

And only then shall I abide this tide

of catchy little tunes.

Of hip three-minute ditties.

I want to bust all your balloons.

I want to burn all of your cities to the ground.

I've found I will not mess around unless I play.

Then, hey, I will go on all day.

Hear what I say.

I have a prayer to pray.

That's really all this was.

When I'm feeling stuck and need a buck,

I don't rely on luck.

Because the hook

brings you back.

You really are the fucking worst.

Hey, w-w-what is this?

Like, when Pesci gets whacked in "Goodfellas"?

Is that the, uh, just keep walking?

Fuck, man.

Get cleaned up. Put that on.

I'll be back in an hour.

Okay. Alright.