(sighs)
Trainer: (on bike) Alright, everyone, we’re gonna
increase the resistance by five
between 30 and 40...
(video game chiming)
(tires screeching)
(phone chimes)
App: Aww.
(sighs)
(sniffs)
Trainer: Nice, everyone, great work. Keep it up!
(whirring)
(bangs club)
(engine revving)
(tires screeching)
App: Aww.
Forward, forward, forward.
(whirring)
(video game chiming)
(sighs)
(phone chimes)
App: Aww.
(clicking)
(drain gurgling)
(sighs)
-Fuck. Fuck. -(alarm beeping)
(door closes)
That’s right, Bobby. Heavy snow is on the way
if it’s not already here.
now in place across the state,
this evening, please do so
to be snowed in.
This storm has already crippled Denver
with road closures and blackouts
throughout the metro area.
Several feet of snow are expected tonight
as this front moves from west to east.
Well, luckily, the storm system should break
But we are keeping our eye on the radar,
and we will continue to update you
with further developments.
(tapping)
(phone ringing)
Officer Buckley, I was just about to call you.
Officer Buckley: Yeah, sure you were, Nelson.
So the storm took down our monitoring system.
Your device will be out through the night,
but conditions on your parole still apply.
if I don’t hear from you?
No, sir. I understand.
Officer Buckley: Good. I’m coming to check on you
at 7:00 a.m. when the system’s back online.
You got that?
Don’t do anything fuckin’ stupid.
(ice cubes clinking)
(chuckles)
(engine revving)
Fuck. Yes!
(engine revving)
(hip-hop music continues)
Ahhh!
(tires screeching)
(thud)
(engine idling)
Fuck.
(hip-hop music continues)
(music stops)
(bottle clinks)
Hey.
Fuck.
(trunk beeps)
(grunting)
(beeps)
(line ringing)
Hey, brother.
How you doin’, man?
Cool, so listen...
(neon light buzzing)
(engine revving)
Hey, man.
I am so sorry about this.
This whole thing is fuckin’ nightmare. I--
Goddammit, it’s good to see your face, man.
What’s it been like, a year?
Y-years?
What do you think’s going to happen here, Trey?
I need to use the spot.
(footsteps crunching)
Hey.
(engine revs)
Look, man, I am a piece of shit,
and you are a true friend, brother.
But I, I do have to go.
But I’m going to text you.
We’re going to talk this all out.
Okay.
You know what?
Let’s, let’s talk it out now.
Let’s, let’s go inside. Let’s get a drink.
Okay.
You still got my stash?
Place hasn’t changed a bit.
Neither have you.
I don’t know how you drink that shit, man.
It brings me back.
To better times.
I owe you a lot, brother. I know that.
And I am sorry that I didn’t call you
as soon as I got back into town.
It’s been a fucked-up year.
Can I show you something?
he goes all whistleblower,
accuses everyone of insider trading,
some bullshit.
They make me take the fall.
Now I’m six months into a 14-month sentence,
losing my fucking mind.
Six months?
and this is how I hear from you.
I was on house arrest.
Yeah, you on phone arrest too?
Bro, I was embarrassed.
Okay? The whole town knows me as this big shot,
and then I come back
with a tag on my ankle like some cow.
Yeah, sure. It’s humiliating for you being back here, huh?
I didn’t say that.
It’s just you’re like family to me
and I...
Anyway, looks like you’re doing great. Huh?
Your pops left you the place?
Yeah. It’s been a real picnic.
You got your family’s money and you go to Stanford,
and I get stuck in this fucking dump, you know.
Fuck.
You don’t know what this place was like after all of it.
You were gone.
Everywhere I looked, I saw her face.
It’s the power.
It does this during storms.
Oh, you, you, you want to go?
Yeah, no, you should fucking go.
Look, there’s nothing I can say to help
what happened.
Yeah, right. I mean, you got what you wanted. Yeah.
-I didn’t say that. -I’m not a fuckin’ idiot, Trey.
I know I didn’t go to college, but I know what I’m here for.
You know what? How about I just give you some money.
I don’t need that shit.
Fuck you too, then. (scoffs)
And I went to Harvard. Not fucking Stanford.
(banging on door)
The roads in are shut down.
(banging continues)
(vehicle approaching)
Hey, she’s hurt. I think we need some help.
Alright. Looky here.
More trees.
Oh, hi.
You know, there’s probably even more trees over that way
at the scenic overlook of trees.
Enjoy.
Anything I can help you with?
Oh, no, I’m good. Just trying to get off
these never-ending mountains from hell.
-Why would you want to leave? -Charlie: Hmm?
Oh, hi.
I guess I just don’t really go in for heights.
It’s a real...
You don’t really need to know all this, but it is a mess.
Can I show you something?
Well, I’d love to, but I’ve got a very strict
no second location policy.
And I have been kind of
a death magnet this past year, so...
No, no, but, uh...
Well, we do all have to go sometime.
Let me just fold up my map.
Oh great. More trees. Terrific.
You don’t like trees?
Pine trees, nah.
You know what it is? I smell pine and, boom,
shitty Christmas memories.
-Proustian. -Yeah.
Yeah, right. Proustian.
Check it out!
Isn’t it awesome?
It’s fuckin’ gorgeous.
♪ And sorrow’s turned your heart to frost ♪
♪ I will mend your heart again ♪
♪ Remember the feeling as a child ♪
♪ When you woke up and morning smiled ♪
♪ It’s time, it’s time, it’s time ♪
♪ You felt like that again ♪
♪ There is just no percentage in ♪
♪ Remembering the past ♪
(indistinct chatter)
♪ To live again and love at last ♪
♪ Come with me, leave your yesterday ♪
♪ Your yesterday behind ♪
♪ And take a giant step outside your mind ♪
(both laugh)
(splashes)
(sighs)
No!
-Ma’am, please, no. -No, ma’am, it’s--
-Please stop. -It’s gratis.
Tips not required but always appreciated.
Here. Please. Please.
Oh.
Thank you. Kind of.
Hey, hey. What did I tell you?
You’re freaking out the customers.
Stan, my man, believe me, I am trying.
Okay. Just a couple more windshields,
and I’ll be able to get the Cuda to Denver.
I know you do. You want this for me.
If you’re not out of here in 20 minutes, I’m calling the cops.
Ah, you’re a prince among men, Stan.
You’re a prince among--
(grunts)
Dude, you fucking wiped.
Yeah. Yeah, I sure did.
Oh. God.
-Are you okay? -Charlie: Oof.
You need anything? I got some Advil or Aleve,
maybe a lidocaine patch or codeine,
Percocet, Peyote.
You want coke? I can get us some coke.
Okay, easy, hacky sack.
Uh, all I want is to get off this shit mountain.
You got a car?
Uh, thatta way.
Where are you headed?
(Charlie chuckles)
So... if I fill you up, will you give me a ride?
For real? Alright.
Uh, hey, I am just going to need my wallet back.
(laughs)
Ah!
Come on.
-(doorbell rings) -Charlie: Stan, my man.
I am here as a bona fide customer.
I’m going to need a fill-up on number seven.
I’ve been seeing these everywhere.
-They ever find this girl? -Stan: No.
That thing’s been hanging there for ten years, so no.
Family name.
you’re taking her with you.
Oh, you will never see us again.
Have a safe trip, Mr. Bernstein.
So, Mortimer...
I board. So I follow the snow.
But that life is not cheap.
So...
So kind of a gentleman thief situation.
Alright.
Well, I’m similarly nomadic
minus the kleptomania.
Sorry. I don’t do sex stuff.
No judgment, though.
Man, it is really fuckin’ dumping, huh?
Wonder if we should put on the chains or something.
Nah.
Chains are a myth by big automotive.
If you start to skid, just turn into the--
You got to be kidding me.
Charlie: Alright, Morty, come on.
(Charlie sighs)
(engine starts)
Charlie: Ahhh!
(engine revving)
Shit.
-You have a phone? -What? No.
I’m, I’m off the grid.
So if you don’t have a charger in here, then...
Hey, you know what?
Why don’t I stay in the car?
I know they had a tow truck.
Oh. Great idea, Mortimer.
I am definitely going to do that.
Just riddle me this, Morty.
You are 100 percent going to steal my car.
Okay, fine!
I’ll walk back and get us a tow.
Okay?
-Mortimer. -What?
Wallet.
Klepto freak.
-(door slams) -Be careful.
(sighs)
(wind gusting)
Alright, Morty, where did you go?
(sighs)
Fuck.
(grunts)
Hey, over here. Help!
-Oh my god. -(engine revving)
This asshole’s really not going to stop.
(gasping)
Ah! (groaning)
(panting)
(groans)
(tapping)
(gasps)
Trey: Hold on.
(engine revving)
Trey: Hey, she’s hurt. I think we need some help.
Hey.
Are you me?
(distorted, muffled voices)
(snaps fingers)
Jimmy: Hey. Try to stay awake.
Did I just die on Shit Mountain?
Trey: You’re at a motel. We found you by the door.
Do you know what happened?
I’m dead.
I died on Shit Mountain.
I’ve always been the caretaker.
What? Uh, no, you’re not dead.
Hello.
Little twiggy friend.
Where did you come from?
Hey, can you focus?
Mr. Serious Focus Man.
-Trey: That’s me. Yes. -Hello.
Listen, you’ve been very badly hurt,
but you’re safe.
We’re trying to figure out what happened.
-What do you remember? -Yeah.
There was moose.
-Moose? -Charlie: Moose.
Communicating.
And I thought,
is he warning me?
Some kind of a moose warning?
That’s crazy, though. But he was.
So you think you were attacked by a moose?
Hey, what’s your name?
Charlie. Uh...
So sorry, um, where I am.
You’re at a motel. We found you outside.
Charlie: Yeah.
Ah! Ah!
My leg!
Jesus. Oh, my God, my everything.
Do you know what happened to you?
Yeah. Uh...
I was, uh...
Don’t press her, dude.
Okay. No, it’s, it’s okay.
Uh... so...
(sighs)
I was on the road,
and you were there.
You know, a mini you, uh, and...
they were coming right at me.
I, I, I don’t remember. Just, just lights.
And then, oh, my entire body exploded in pain,
And just as I was headed for the light...
Back at Anaheim Shores Beach Club.
Oh, I hated that place.
But in my dying moment, that is where I went.
Which is, oh, it’s very confusing for me.
Because what if...
Oh God.
What if that was
the happiest moment of my life?
So you don’t remember anything real?
Uh...
my mom,
she put me in a Smurfette monokini.
Why would she do that? And, uh...
Wait a minute, uh, uh, who are you guys?
-Jimmy. We’re friends. -Trey.
So what happened next?
I woke up in a tree,
’cause God knows you’ve got nothing
but trees around here.
And then I...
I slashed my way out with my stabby stick.
-(toilet flushes) -(door opens)
Okay, I’m at, like, seven percent.
But there’s no hotspot,
no wi-fi, no nothing.
Dude. What happened to you?
Mortimer Bernstein, you son of a bitch.
We’ll let you two catch up.
(whispering) I almost had a heart attack--
(whispering) Just relax. Okay?
I mean, she’s alive, right? So that’s good news.
The only good news is she’s got a classic case of CRS.
Can’t Remember Shit.
With any luck, she’s fucking concussed.
-Permanent brain damage. -Don’t say that.
What, you want to start answering questions
about what went down?
They’re not going anywhere tonight, okay.
We? No, I can’t do anything. I got to go home.
No, no, no. You’re not bailing on me--
Do you know what happens if I get caught outside my house?
Then we’ve got police crawling all over.
They can find the spot.
-But what if. -Shut the fuck up.
You wanna call the cops?
Let’s call the cops.
Phone lines are down.
Trey: Hey, we’re having an emergency
Can you please put me through to the police station?
Charlie: No. No cops. No cops.
Uh...
with the snow plows and the snow things.
Yeah, you’re probably right.
I don’t think they could even get through
with the roads closed.
Yeah, I saw a bunch of guys
shutting down the road to Denver.
Why were you driving my car to Denver?
To look for you.
Silly.
You stole my car?
Man, you fucking klepto hippie freak.
Okay, you don’t need to get weird about it.
Morty, look me in the eyes.
Did you or any of your associates run me over
No.
Alright.
Oh man. Wallet.
Trey: Ladies, the closest clinic is in Avon over the pass.
I think it’s too dangerous to get you there tonight.
So how about this? Jimmy sets you up with a room.
You clean up that leg, get some rest.
Gratis?
Yeah. Let’s figure this all out in the morning
(groans)
Bea Arthur, that fucking hurts.
Morty: Wait, wait, I can make a splint.
I do this all the time.
I just need a stick
and make it half the size--
No, no, that’s an antique.
I’ll buy you another antique.
Uh, guys, be cool. We can just use my stabby stick.
Where is it? It’s, uh,
it’s actually exactly
the perfect size, so...
(screams)
Mortimer! Fuck in the fuck?
That is not a stick.
Yeah, that’s a bone.
Where’d you get that thing?
I don’t know, the, uh, the place I woke up,
in the tree thing out in the woods.
No way, dude.
That is a person bone.
Congratulations. Because I think you found a fossil.
That’s like Paleolithic or something.
From a caveman?
No, that bone’s not old.
So that’s surgical, right?
What? We’re all suddenly bone-ologists here?
My bud Turbo had a gnarly half-pipe crash,
and they did surgery and put pins in his legs.
And he showed me the x-rays, and they looked just...
Morty, uh, you and me, at Stan’s,
that sign with the snowboarding girl who went missing,
the one you see all over town, right?
This does sound familiar.
Charlie: Well, yes, because you were there.
Come on, bus stops, Burger Kings,
everywhere you go, you see that,
that flier with their face on it.
Uh, you guys know what I’m talking about, right?
She’s got a catchy name. Like Jackie Jazz or Claudia.
Oh, the, the hotel must have
-No. -Bullshit.
Why would you lie about that?
Morty: I know exactly why.
Because there was a reward, $75,000.
That’s very sharp of you, Morty.
And Jimbo here is lying because he wants
the reward all to himself.
What the fuck, dude?
Jesus. Yes, I have one.
Hey, look, Morty, are you thinking what I’m thinking?
-75K. -We found Chloe Jones.
Hey, the chances that it’s this girl,
I mean, what are we even talking about here?
And we still can’t do anything about it until tomorrow morning.
Jimmy, get the rooms ready. The motel’s empty.
We’re going to give you the best rooms in the place.
They’re exactly the same as all the other rooms.
-(door opens) -Jimmy.
Come on.
Morty, w-would you stop stealing for one second and listen to me?
-What? -Well, you’re a woman of the world.
I mean, I can’t be the only one getting bad mojo
around here, right?
Now, these guys want to put us in a room.
Well, that is a second location, my friend.
-So? -I’ve got a very strict
Served me quite well.
I don’t know.
as one location.
Besides, the angry one in the sweatsuit’s kind of hot.
Okay, well, he’s, he’s wearing an ankle monitor,
so that’s kind of a major red flag.
Oh yeah? Ooh.
Morty.
I’m just saying, those things are mostly for rich guys
that have lawyers and do, like, light crimes.
Light crimes. Oh, very good. Okay.
Hot or not, there’s no way we’re sharing
We wouldn’t even know it was a bone
if it weren’t for me.
Ah yes. Your contributions have been manifold.
And you are the one who found it
because you were left for dead.
No, you’re right. That’s not nothing.
In fact, it’s odd, huh?
-Morty: What? -Well,
what are the chances of me almost dying
and then getting dumped right next to another body?
-Statistically? -No, wait.
I wasn’t dumped.
That weird tree thing that I woke up in, it’s hard to find.
You’d have to know it was there.
So that means...
whoever hit me in the road and stuck me there,
they also maybe buried Chloe Jones.
Yeah, I figured that out 10 minutes ago.
But the thing with a hit-and-run is they probably ran.
There is nowhere to run. Give me the phone.
Only if you promise we split the reward.
Yeah, y-y-you win. Give me the phone.
Look, I’m calling this in under your name,
you know, assuming that you have one.
Holy shit. This line is dead.
I don’t think these guys called the cops.
-Why would they do that? -Oh, I don’t know,
but I’m not really in a speculating mood right now.
without getting that reward.
Morty, we need to go now!
But you’re really messed up, and I can’t carry you.
You need, like, gauze and meds.
Maybe there’s some first aid shit in your trunk.
Wait, why were you going through my trunk?
-I’ll be right back. -Bullshit, Morty.
God damn you, Bernstein.
What are the fucking odds, man?
I’m not even supposed to be here.
Yeah, well, you called me.
Trey: Now they’re going to call the cops
for some pissant reward?
You know, for most people, Trey,
75 grand is real money.
Okay, working-class hero,
Then why don’t you open your wallet, huh?
Double the reward if they keep their mouth shut.
Pay ’em off. That’s what you do, right?
My God, it’s not like you didn’t take the money!
Because you did, didn’t you?
Now you’re trying to play all wounded
and throw that back in my face ten years later.
Look, we just need to get through the night, okay.
They’ll leave. You heard them. They don’t want fucking cops.
Yeah, well, you know what? Maybe that works in our favor.
I’m saying they’re unpredictable.
(Trey sighs)
Maybe we just take care of them.
Don’t make me ask what the fuck that means.
They can be handled.
If you’re worried they’re going to bolt,
Give ’em a good night’s sleep
and then pay ’em.
And they’re gone.
Okay.
But you better be right.
going crazy on me right now.
What the fuck? What?
They can be handled?
Great instincts, bro.
♪ ♪
(rustling)
Oh shit.
(camera shutter clicks)
Ka-ching.
Oh.
(camera shutter clicking)
(gun cocks)
I was just coming to check on you but...
looks like you’re taking pretty good care of yourself.
I always do.
Why don’t you, uh, lower that gun
before someone gets hurt?
(laughs)
Seems like that bird has flown, Trey.
That’s a lot of hurt in there.
Look, I don’t know what you think’s going on.
I think I just caught the psychopathic asshole
who hit my friend in the road and buried them in a tree.
-Calm down. -And was dumb enough to do it
in the stupidest shoes to wear in the snow.
Yeah, you left your dipshit footprints at a crime scene.
And it was a gnarly crime scene.
That’s Chloe Jones in there.
So between this and the LoJack on your ankle,
I’m starting to think you’ve got quite a lot to lose here, Trey.
Tell me what you want.
That was the first smart thing you’ve said all night.
Come on, you little bastard.
Augh. You gotta be fucking kidding me.
Okay.
Aah!
(panting)
(grunting)
Jesus.
(door opens)
Uh, she’s getting something from the car.
Well, she forgot your keys.
So you knew Chloe Jones?
So you’re the guy.
Trey: The guy?
The guy who drops 300K on a car
just to show the world what a big dick he has.
Guilty.
Just so you understand what you’re getting here,
this is a Lamborghini Urus.
Urus. Twin-turbo V-8, graphite capsule,
only a few hundred in the US.
I don’t just steal wallets.
I take pride in my work.
Not that I’ve ever boosted a ride as sweet as this one.
Little better than the junker out front, huh?
Got that right.
Damn.
You really hit her.
(engine revving)
Just cosmetic damage.
You’re an asshole.
But you already knew that.
-Do we have a deal? -Yeah, we have a deal.
as soon as I hit the road,
don’t forget that I know all about
your little hidey-hole.
And I got a phone full of photos.
Yeah.
(thud)
Trey was the one who was tight with Chloe.
They had this on-again, off-again thing.
But... sometimes we all hung out.
Huh.
You know, she had an energy.
I miss her.
Yeah, it seems like she was kind of a big deal
with the snowboarding.
Sort of a real small-town hero, huh?
Everyone thought she was going to go to the Olympics.
Then... she just vanished.
People talked, pressure got to her.
Being the golden child, she skipped town.
There was a lot of talk.
You should take these. It’s ibuprofen.
I’d start with two.
So you think that’s her out there?
I don’t want to think about it.
Charlie: Right. I mean, I--
Me, I just, I can’t get over
Like, do you think that maybe the same guy--
I can’t think about it, you know.
It’s too hard.
You know, this isn’t a cold case mystery
for me or some bullshit.
Does it ever go away?
I wish I’d...
I’d have protected her from...
whatever I...
I wish I’d have been strong like that.
Man, I-I’m sorry.
I, I just started snapping into this mode I have and...
You know, it’s, it’s been pretty messed up here,
to tell you the truth.
I generally live in the sunshine.
But this year,
I mean, it has eroded me, you know.
It’s hard to feel safe and, uh...
Anyway.
Look, I-I’m sorry. I...
I’m not going to let anything happen to you tonight.
You believe me, right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I do.
Tell you what, Jimmy, end of the day,
all I really want to do
is get off this shit mountain.
Anaheim Shores...
Proustian.
-Jimmy: You okay? -What the hell is in this?
Oh shit. Oh, that’s Trey’s coconut rum.
He fucking loves that shit. Sorry about that. Hold up.
You know, I, uh, I think I’m just going to...
ow, find Morty
(wind whistling)
(car approaching)
(crashing)
Au revoir, Morty.
(fire crackling)
Oh, Jesus Christ.
(door closes)
Ibuprofen, my ass.
-What happened to the girl? -Don’t worry about it. We’re good.
No, dude. You look like shit.
Trey: Yeah, because I was busy fixing our problem.
Jimmy: Trey, what did you do to her?
Trey: It’s not going to be a problem
for us anymore, okay.
Oh fuck, Morty, I’m sorry.
-Jimmy: Oh, my God. -Trey: No one is going to miss this girl.
-Okay? Nobody. -Jimmy: We all could have--
Fuck you, guys. Fuck you.
You took this way too far, man.
I caught her trying to steal my car.
Trey: She was gonna go to the cops.
I did what I had to do to save your sorry ass.
-To save me? -Yeah.
I didn’t want any of this.
Trey: Yeah, well, I didn’t want to crash
my 300K car
That’s the second time you say that tonight.
Jimmy: Some other chick going crazy on you.
Are you-- Are you talking about Chloe?
Fucking shit. Are you serious?
-Here we go. -What did you do?
-Hold on. Do you hear that? -Charlie: Shit.
-No. Don’t change the-- -Shut the fuck up. Listen.
(keys jingling)
Charlie: Gotcha.
-(clattering) -Ah!
I thought you were asleep.
Uh, well, you also thought I was dead, right?
-You should have stayed down. -Trey.
-Chill out. -Look, whatever he told you,
he is lying, okay.
-He killed Chloe... -Okay.
Charlie: He’s just going to leave you here to do his dirty work,
and then he’s going to bail.
Just leave you in this haunted moose lodge,
seeing Chloe everywhere you look.
Are you trying to play us
against each other?
Bullshit. Okay.
Jimmy, he killed her. You understand?
-He killed Chloe. -Oh, my God, you bitch!
This is pathetic, right?
Trey, what did you mean?
What?
Don’t let her get inside your head right now, man.
It’s just, Chloe.
Chloe.
Did she go crazy on you?
-Dude-- -You said she had an accident.
A bad reaction to the coke I sold you, that she fell.
That is what happened. She fell.
No, that is bullshit.
Did you hit her?
-Did you push her? -No!
Okay, none of this matters!
I mean, who cares?
Jimmy, how long have we known each other?
Think about everything we’ve been through.
Man, you were always like my big brother.
You’re my protector. And now I can return the favor.
You want out of all this? I can get you out.
-Jimmy-- -Whatever you want.
Whatever you want.
We just got to do this one last thing.
Jimmy, please.
Alright.
Let’s get her outside. It’s cleaner that way.
No.
Okay. Come on. Let’s just get--
Back up, man.
-You ruined my life. -I ruined your life?
I was the only good thing you had going.
You were a loser then, just like you’re a loser now.
Look at you, still stuck in this shithole?
Let me tell you a secret.
This is where you were always going to be.
Maybe.
But at least I’m done being your bitch.
(gunshot)
-(clattering) -(Charlie screams)
Oh!
(click)
(clicking)
(screams, grunts)
(both grunting)
(groans)
(wind whistling)
(keys jingling)
(door opens)
(car starts)
(car door opens)
(grunting)
♪ ♪
(door opens)
That is how you fuckin’ do it!
Woo!
(laughing)
Officer Buckley: (over intercom) Morning, Trey,
It’s your friendly neighborhood
parole officer.
Be right there.
(grunting)
Officer Buckley: Alright, man, hurry up.
It’s cold out here.
(grunts, winces)
(exhales)
Merry Christmas.
Reporter: This morning, Colorado residents
who were in a decade-long search...
Reporter: ...responding to a tip
from a parole officer...
Robocop.
Authorities have confirmed that the remains belong
to long-missing snowboarding phenom
Chloe Jones.
two more recent slayings.
A local, James Silva, was found dead
along with a drifter named Charlie Kale,
whose body and identification was found
in a wrecked vehicle near the property.
to be victims of a wealthy parolee,
Trey Nelson.
Stay tuned for more
on this developing story.
where a referendum on snowmobiling has...
Holy God almighty.
I’m dead.
(laughter continues)
(ringing)
Cliff: It’s over. We got her.
All I need to know is how deep to dig the hole.
(Courtney Barnett’s "Everybody Here Hates You" playing)
♪ I feel useless ♪
♪ I feel insane ♪
♪ I feel toothless ♪
♪ Aw yeah ♪
♪ I get my hair cut ♪
♪ I feel the same ♪
♪ I feel putrid ♪
♪ I’m getting used to it ♪