02x02 - Fans of Wet Circles

[bunniefuu]

Where is Panto Trost?

Dead, mother.

We chased him to the
edge of the north wood,

and, uh, I dueled him on a cliff.

He stumbled on a rock

and... fell 500 feet

and landed... on a rock,

and his head exploded.

You dueled the greatest
swordsman in Wendimoor,

and he fell on some rocks...

and landed on some rocks...

and his head exploded.

[Frija]: The Trosts have spited our family
for generations.

They think this land is sacred,

and our mining on it a sacrilege...

and now they have k*lled Farson.

We don't know that
Farson is dead, Mother.

He's merely missing. We could find...

So you admit...

you were afraid to fight Panto Trost?

[Wygar]: He lies.

Panto Trost not be dead.

Silas insisted on facing him man to man.

[loud smack]

Your son is sh*t with sword.

You know that, Frija.

I barely got there in time to save him,
and Panto...

[sighs]

slipped away from me.

I... am not as fast
as l was in my glory day.

Silas was ashamed to tell you he lost.

Well, then...

one of you is a loser,
and the other one, an antique.

A lesson needs to be taught,

and apparently, my eldest son

isn't fit to teach it.

Burn down the entire Trost farmlands.

No, no!

You'll simply be doing
The Mage's bidding for him.

He wishes to destroy us,
to destroy everything!

The Kellum Army approaches
our valley of Inglenook.

We must unite with the Trosts.

There's still time
to fulfill the prophecy.

The prophecy...

isn't real, child.

There is no such thing

as "Dirk Gently."

[rooster crows]

[creaking]

Don't touch it.

How do you think it even got up there?

Tornado, maybe?

It's got to be something weirder than that...

aliens or something.

Let's not jump to that.

What, a time machine was good,
but aliens is too far?

Hey, I was not "good" with a time machine.

Holy crap, there's someone in here!

[Todd]: Oh, God.

What happened to "don't touch it"?

Adult female.

Cause of death
looks like blunt force trauma.

Key's still in the ignition,

and the gear shift's in "drive."

[Todd]: Was this a car accident?

The odometer's only on 42 miles.

This thing was right off the showroom floor

before it ended up in this tree.

So this is a brand-new old car?

Do you think...
[loud banging]

Oh... here we go.

l'll cover, you open.

On three.

It could be dangerous.

That's what the g*n's for.

Okay,

but don't...don't sh**t me

if something pops out and gets scary.

Just open the damn trunk, Todd.

Okay.

[Todd]: Three...

two...

one.

[grunts]

I'm free.

I'm free!

Ha ha!

Oh, my God!

Dirk!

[they both scream and laugh happily]

How long have you been in there?

Farah thinks that car's been
in that tree for 50 years.

No, it couldn't have been that long.

I would've looked much older.

Why are you wet?

Now, that is a good question.

Unfortunately,
I don't have a great answer.

One minute, I was in bed,

then Mona said, "Find the boy,"

and then I fell through
into a world of wet trunkness.

-Mona?
-Keep up, Todd.

Mona is the main character
of that last thing I just said.

You fell through a bed?

-Where?
-Blackwing, naturally.

You were in Blackwing!

Yes, of course I was, Todd. Jesus...

[Todd]: Did you see Amanda there?

Well, they don't exactly let us
just wander around the halls

So she could've been there
and you just didn't see her?

Why would Amanda be at Blackwing?

I mean, she's not like me, or the Rowdy 3,

or Mona, for that matter.

Okay, stop. Who is Mona?

[police siren wails]

[Farah]: Oh no.

[siren chirping]
[Todd]: What do we do?

[siren chirping randomly]

Oh.

[door opens]
Uh... no...

everything's fine!

[Dirk]: This is...
[loudspeaker feeds back]

[Dirk]: It's just...

This is a picnic!

You are under arrest.

[Todd]: For what?

You are wanted by the FBI.

[93393]

Oh, my God,
you're wanted by the FBI?

What did you guys do?

I have never arrested anyone before,

so you all should just, you know...

be, uh, real cool about it.

Oh.

[drops g*n]

Thank you.

That was a very cool thing for you to do.

What do you mean,
you lost Dirk Gently?

How did he escape?

He didn't escape, he disappeared.

Disappeared? He can do that?

No, but he did.

Rrrgh!

Okay...

is it possible...

he's invisible?

I've... already reviewed the footage, sir, and...

I'm afraid there was a glitch?

The footage shows
Icarus asleep in the bed,

then it jumps two seconds,
and he's gone.

[sniffs]

Is it possible he peed himself invisible?

Get me Mr. Priest.

[dog barking]

[barking continuously]
[door opens]

Jeez, you're still in bed?
What the heck?

I'm sick, Bob.

You've got to walk Agrajag.

[barking continuously]

You walk him.

He's your dog.
He doesn't like me.

What is going on with you?

I'm sick, Bob.

Well, enjoy your spa day...

but if Agrajag shits on the rug,

you're cleaning it up.

[barking continuously]

[door closes]

[barking continuously]

[barking]

Borobotos!

Oh...

Okay...

Pidendo.

[dog barking continuously]

This thing cleaned my dang clothes.

[stereo blasting]

Hey, are you...

[clears throat]

Did Hobbs arrest you?

Me?

No.

Maybe them, the ones inside.

I'm just an associated figure,

like a cousin, except not related,

so really not like a cousin.

I’m more of...

I suppose I'm just kind of a... person?

Jesus, Hobbs, what did you do?

Hey, excuse me, I need the toilet.

Hey!

Oh, oh, oh, man, Tina!

Some stuff is going on!

Okay, whoa, calm down.

Oh... okay, so...

I got 'em inside.

One of them is real grumpy.
The other one is just real weird,

and that British guy over there,

I don't know what the deal is, but...

I'm telling you, he is...

he is hilarious, Tina.

Yeah. Right. Why is he cuffed?

You're not going to believe
what they were doing when I found 'em.

[Tina]: Marina Cardenas?

Like... "Cardenas" Cardenas?

I found them with her body.

-You found Marina Cardenas' body?
-In a car, in a tree, T! In a tree!

That's weird!

Check out the address on there.

It's for the old farmhouse
that got fenced off

and seized by the government after The '67.

Dude, this is like, um...

This is the biggest g*dd*mn thing
that's ever happened.

Whoo!

Wow, it sounds like you guys
are talking about something really...

interesting.

[Amanda]: Just do it!
Come on, do it already!

[Vogel]: I'm going to do it!

-Stop saying that! Just do it!
-Okay!

Hey, uh, is everything okay?

Get out of here.
Can't you see we're busy?

This is a private moment.

Okay. Bigger vision...

go!

[she screams]

Nothing.

We're never going to find them this way.

I've gotten too used to this.

The att*cks don't hit as hard anymore,

so the visions,

they're smaller, they're shorter...

they're not useful.

I'm sorry I'm not scary enough, boss.

I can get, like, way scarier.

I could be, like... a goblin!

You're fine.

You're super scary.



[train horn blares in distance]

You want to try something crazy?

[barking continuously]

Portebendo wejent-ah!

No freaking way.

Uaughs]

No...freaking...way!

[squealing and laughing]

[Hobbs]: Yup.

Says here in the FBI report

that you and Mr. Brotzman
have been connected directly or indirectly

to the deaths of two dozen individuals.

Only one was direct,

and that was self defense
because he was the one

responsible for all the other deaths.

Mm-hm.

Oh, and I sh*t a man with a sn*per r*fle,

but I'm not a bad person.

My whole life has been focused
on enforcing law,

ever since that one time I stole
a Milky Way from the Circle-K downtown

when I was nine, but I paid for that...
technically.

It's a lot less than m*rder, so...

God, why didn't I just listen to Eddie, hm?

Why am I such an idiot?

Am ljust destined
to be this epic failure

for the rest of my pathetic life,

and can you please
just stop sitting there,

staring at me like
I'm some kind of mental patient?

How could you leave
these pens like this?

I am not answering a single question
until I get my phone call,

and maybe not even then.

I have... rights!

Speaking of which,

I don't seem to remember
you reading me mine.

Is this some kind of fascist thing?

Are you Todd Brotzman
from The Mexican Funeral?

Um...

yeah?

You're, like...

a god of the Seattle mid-2000 alt scene, dude.

What, like...

seriously?

You're, like, a fan?

This is the coolest day of my life.

Oh, well, it's, like...

no big deal.

So he'd basically created a time loop

by trying to avenge the
loss of his own machine,

causing a doubling effect
where there were now two machines,

or even three, or maybe even debatably four

at one point in the timeline,

and at some point in there,

he built a steampunk suit of armor.

This was Patrick Spring who did this?

Or rather, Zachariah Webb
as Patrick Spring

in a final ill-fated journey into the future?

Um, Mr. Hobbs?

Confidentially, as a detective,

this is easily the best interaction
with a police officer

I have ever had.

You know, I was named after a detective.

My name's Sherlock.

Guess which one I was named after.

I'm actually a holistic detective,
to be precise, which means...

Holistic?

Uh, you mean, like...

the interconnectedness of all things?

love you?

[scratching]

You can't break through the wall, Todd.

[door opens]

Okay, Dirk.

Time to get you back in your cell, huh?

Thanks, Sheriff.
I'll be in here if you need me.

Ha! Yes, I believe you will.

Okay. Ahem.

-Just give me a minute.
-Hey, hey, don't call the...

whoever they want you to call, okay?

Just a minute.

They're dangerous.
This isn't what you think.

Don't call the FBI... or whoever.

You know, I really don't think he's going to.

I don't know how you can
possibly be so optimistic right now.

How did you end up here?
In Bergsberg?

We were looking for you.

Exactly, and here I am.
So there you are.

Everything is connected, and blah blah.

We're in jail.

Well, we're at least kind of meant to be here.

It must be part of the new case.

-Our new case?
-New case? No, listen, Dirk.

[Todd]: I need you to help me find Amanda.

Yes, we'll get to that, but first,
l have to... are you ready for this?

"Find the boy."

What boy?

I have no idea.

Is it a missing persons case?

I guess so.

-How old is he?
-Don't know.

Where did he go missing?
What does he look like?

How long has he been gone?

All excellent questions, Farah.

You are doing great questions right now,

and I am hearing all of them.

Who hired you?

Mona Wilder was the one who mentioned it,

but I'm not sure if she's actually
got the means to pay us...

Who is Mona Wilder?

She's a Blackwing subject
I hadn't seen in 15 years,

and Todd, with that kind of attitude,

I'm demoting you back to assistant.

but...

How did I forget how annoying you are?

[grunting]

-So what now, boss?
-I saw a train in my vision.

Okay.

Uh...

Hey, maybe we should, uh...

not do this?

And we can go back to the car

and, like, listen to, uh, music?

Hey, Vogel?

-Be chill, okay?
-Okay.

I know that this is crazy,
and you're scared,

but every vision has led us to the next,

and that's all led us to this, okay?

[horn sounding]

Okay, yeah, but maybe...

[screaming]

Todd, the cartoon method of escape...

is that working out well for you,
is what I'm asking?

Okay, I know you're calm,
but I'm not.

I'm out of my medication,
we're under arrest...

This may look dire,

but I promise you,
everything will work out,

just like it did last time.

Last time? Seriously?

Last time, you ended up getting kidnapped.

Farah got all of her bank accounts frozen.

We're all on the run from the FBI.

Yes, but...

I'm sorry, did you say "out of medication"?

Out of medication for what?

Out of medication for what, Todd?

Pararibulitus.

I had my first att*ck
the day you were taken.

Wh... w...

Listen, I know things
haven't been easy for you, Dirk,

but this is...

When I first met you, you said
the universe would reward us.

Instead, we've all just been...

punished.

These things aren't always
what they seem, Todd.

It may not always be easy or smooth,

and if it doesn't, you're dead, so...

you won't die though, actually, sorry.

You, you are going to be okay.

We are going to find your sister
and the boy,

and probably we're going
to find absolutely anything

if we look hard enough.

We're never getting out of here.

We're letting you guys out of here.

Yep.

Yeah, it's a little windy out there, Dirk,
so I brought you a jacket.

Aw.

I'm sorry, what?
You're taking us somewhere?

Why exactly are you dressed
like an astronaut, anyway?

I was in a government prison for psychics.

That is...

that is so dang cool.

I'm Sheriff Sherlock Hobbs,

and this is my deputy, Tina Tevetino.

Five days sober! Sorta.

And you guys are coming out with us.

You're just letting us go?

Oh, no, no. No, no, no.
No, sir. No, heck no.

No, no, no, no. You are...

we are temporarily not reporting you

for temporary assistance
on an open investigation

due to lack of current criminal activity
in the vicinity,

and in the interim, you'll be assisting us.

You're helping us 'cause you're bored?

-Yes, bingo!
-No, Tina, would you... no,

and the dead woman you found
was actually part of a couple.

They've both been missing
for the past 50 years.

The address on the license

made it seem like
it might be her house,

so we were thinking we'd
go poke around with you folks...

maybe do a holistic.

-"Poke around?"
-"Do a holistic?"

Am I... in heaven?

All right, out the door.

Here we go, there we go.
Let's get moving.

You...

you are terrible police officers.

Mm-hm.

[Farah]: What you're doing is illegal.
[Tina]: Yeah, probably.

Now, listen, Brotzman.

Real quick...

see, Mustard... that's my orange tabby...

full of personality, loves rap...

can't blame her...

she's an epileptic,
and she takes these pills, Promadivan,

much like the ones
you dropped yesterday.

Now, it's a lower dosage,

so you might need to take two, three...

I don't know,
but I figure these could help you out.

Seriously?

Yeah.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

Let's go.

What a weird coincidence

that Sheriff Hobbs
would just happen to have a cat

that would just happen
to have the medication

that you just happen to need, Todd.

I think these people are crazy.

Yes, I'm a bit worried about that.

[screaming]

Aah!

[sobbing]

[screams]

Oh, wow!

It worked!

[hyperventilating]

[echoing voice]:
Closer now, closer now...

to your purpose.

Leave.

Boss? You okay?

Say something!

I know where to go.

Pepdida tupedo.

Bibini wosula ephrajio.

Tomalu ephrajio.

[laughing]

Mom?

Mom?
[knocks]

Don ’t come in! I'm sick.

I don't want you to catch anything.

I stayed home from work.

Okay, who cares?

Where'd you put
my g*dd*mn car keys?

I didn’t touch them,

but I'm sure
they're in the front pocket

of whatever jeans
you wore yesterday,

which are probably
on the floor in your bathroom.

What do you think I am, an idiot?

Well, I don't know, Scott.

Why don't you check your jeans?

Then I won't have to think you're an idiot,
'cause I'll know.

Whatever! You got lucky!

I'm going out! I’ll be home late!

Scott, |, uh... I'm...

I'm sorry I was rude.

[door slams]

Hon?

How much do you know
about Dirk Gently?

You know you don't have
to wear that thing, right?

I'm not diseased.

[muttering]
Thank you.

[beeps]

[buzzes, he yells]

Ow!

Why?

Oh, sorry.
I forgot that button did that.

How much do you know
about Dirk Gently?

I met him... once.

Can Dirk teleport from, like, place to place?

And what's the range
on something like that?

The range? On teleportation?

Look, |, uh...

Don't shock me. Do not.

Did you have Dirk captured
and then lose him somehow?

Oh, great, if I say no...

And you're coming to me again
to ask what to do? [barking]

[sighs]
Who was I supposed to go to?

The guy in the coma?

The punk rock vampires?

The government?

You're, like, the only reasonable person.

Listen, you're a nice guy...

kind of.

I wouldn't want to see you...

you know...

lose your job for,

you know, losing a prisoner.

So I'm willing to make a deal.

What do you mean?

I'd be willing to use my...
expertise in the area

to help you find Dirk,

if you'd agree
to some kind of quid pro quo .

Dude, I don't speak Spanish.

Right.
[barking]

Look, if you want
somebody to help you, okay,

you start by helping them.

For instance,

you can start
by letting me out of this taxi.

Dude, you're just...

you're nailing it right now.

You're nailing it.

Yeah, finally.

-Good talk.
-Yes!

Yeah... no... Wait! Wait! Wait!

[power hums down]

Been wanting to do this since
the first time I saw the dang place.

[Hobbs]: And you said
you people were here already?

[Farah]: That's right.
But it was all locked up.

[Farah]: Look at the door.

[Hobbs]: What the hell?

We didn't do that.

This looks like it was
opened from the inside.

One set of footprints,
wet from the rain.

This must've happened
in the last 12 hours.

So you're saying they
could still be in there?

Dirk, where...?

Maybe we should look over here.

Is he being, like, holistic,
orjust rude,

orjust, like... dumb?

Mixed bag.

[Hobbs]: Tina?

-Go.
-Got it.

Okay, looks like it's just the two of us.

Let's go in there and take a look.
Take one of these.

Why do you have two flashlights?

They said I couldn't carry two g*ns,

and the dang belt
has about four extra slots,

so it's one of those "why not?"
type of situations.

Got it.

[Farah]: Looks like there was a fire in here.

[Hobbs]: Hm, no, no...

No, those burn marks
happened all over town

after the power surge back in The '67.

[Farah]: What's The '67?

Well, Ms. Black, back in 1967,

there was an electrical pulse
that ruined the power grid

and fried electronics
for miles around Bergsberg.

Crops d*ed. Farms failed.
Most everybody left town.

That Marina,

the woman that you found
out there in the dang tree,

and her husband, Hector,

they went missing days beforehand.

[Hobbs]: Guess this was their place.

I always just knew them
as a name on the motel.

[Farah]: Does this have anything to do with
that boat in the middle of that field?

Oh, the Infant Male Pollock Francis?
No, no, no.

That'd been there for at least ten years
before The '67 even happened,

but no one knows
where that came from either.

Okay, this is weird.

[Hobbs]: You know, all the other phone jacks
have been ripped clean out,

but this one's still here.

[rattling]

Nope, nothing.

Someone cleared out this whole place.

Why would they leave one phone?

Hobbs...

More footprints.

Over here.

What've you got there?

[Hobbs]: Huh...

Could belong to the fella
broke open the door.

How did he appear
in the middle of the room?

Yeah...

[Hobbs]: So, I read in your report

that you're trained
in this kind of stuff.

How come you never became a...

you know, a something?

My whole family's
in law enforcement,

except me.

It just kind of
worked out that way.

[Hobbs]: sh*t, really?

Mine too.

I feel like I could never live up

to their expectations,
though, you know.

Bah, probably sound dumb to you.

Doesn't sound dumb.

[Hobbs]: Ms. Black?

Yeah, I... I thought
I heard something.

Spodeekadak.

[I Mr. Sandman by The Chordettes ♪]
Uaughs]

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum
bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Mr. Sandman ♪

♪ Bring me a dream I

♪ Make him the cutest
that I've ever seen ♪

I Give him two lips
like roses and clover ♪

♪ And tell him that
his lonesome nights are over ♪

♪ Sandman
I'm so alone ♪

[laughing hysterically]

♪ Please turn on your magic beam ♪

[shouting]

♪ Oh, Mr. Sandman bring me a dream ♪

[laughing happily]

[Todd]: That means something, right?

I'm right, right, and Farah's wrong?

There's something here.

It's a circle, Todd.

Exactly, but, it's, like, wet, right?

That means something?

Yes, for fans of wet circles,
I suppose it's very exciting.

So how's this leading
him to find a boy?

That's what he wants, right?

If Dirk's doing it,
it's leading him somewhere.

So basically he ignores
whatever you say

and then does some random sh*t
for no reason?

Yeah, that kind of sums it up.

You blew up your life for this?

[Dirk]: Hey!
There's something up here.

Dirk, how did you get up there?

I climbed the thing.

So, so what about
you and Farah?

You've been on the
road for a while.

I wouldn't have put
you two together.

We're...

we've gotten close.

On the run.

So hot.

Bonnie and Clyde.

Oh, was she your Yoko,

or is that, like, Dirk?

Like, was that the reason
why Mexican Funeral broke up?

No.

I was my own Yoko long before
these people ever showed up.

[expl*si*n]

[exhales excitedly]

Raise ’em.

Shock them awake.

[electricity crackles]

Welcome home!

I come awake in a scary way!

What a rush.

You guys were here
the whole time?

I knew I smelled something.

We're hanging from the ceiling.

It got awful lonely down there.

I was just asleep.

-That whole time?
-I'm a tired guy.

Hey...

I sure am happy
to see you guys!

Yeah, this is great!

Ha ha...

no, it isn't.

-Not great.
-Actua|ly, it's really bad.

Okay, send two of them
back down

and gas them out.
I only need to talk to one.

[Tech, on radio]:
Which one, sir?

The one that talks normal!

Aw, sh*t, that isn't is me.

I talk good!

[all talking at once]

Hello...

Martin.

I'm Supervisor Friedkin...

You don't think
I remember you, boy?

You and l have an appointment.

Uh...

You know we eat
neurological energy, right?

You know we can smell fear?

Okay, you listen to me...

Now, I don't know
if you've got a better idea

than just keep us
locked up in this floor,

but taking me out
was a bonzo bad idea.

I wanted to ask for your help.

You know, when we feed
off other weirdos like us,

it don't hurt 'em, but normal people?

It can go very, very wrong.

I need you to find Dirk Gently.

You guys can find him
wherever he is, right?

You were, like,
living off of him or whatever?

And I'll get you
better living quarters,

or I could get you something
to eat somehow, or...

You... want my help?

Yes.

Well, you're off to an A-plus start.

You just brought me something to eat.

What?

[gas hisses]

[screaming]

You asked for Mr. Priest?

[giggles]

Okay, this is a good spot.

Cool.

[expl*si*n]

[laughing]

Holy sh*t.
That's bananas.

[expl*si*n]

[expl*si*n]

Give, give, give, give.

[expl*si*n]

Ha!

Do you know how it works?

Yes, you point it,
and you pull this trigger here...

Give it back.

Right.

Hey, uh...

Todd Brotzman?

I'm freaking out.

I mean, I'm really losing
my sh*t right now.

Well, this is only my second case,

but it'll probably get
a lot weirder than this.

It can't get weirder than this.

[Dirk]: Excuse,

but there's a person in this tree.

[Hobbs]: Yeah, these are fingers.

This little bit of hair
on the middle knuckle

means this finger is connected
to an adult male.

As to how that man got preserved
and mummified inside a tree...

Is it possible
he ate some tree seeds,

or a baby tree,

then developed a stomachache,
went to sleep here, and...

Nope.

This could be the missing
husband, Hector Cardenas.

So say we found
the couple who lived here.

What about their child?

Who said anything about a child?

There was nothing about a kid in the file.

In the house, I saw
scratch marks on a doorframe,

like marking out
someone's height as they grow,

like you would do with a child.

[988%]
Yes, of course!

Argh! It's so obvious!

The Cardenases had a child,

and that child
could have been a boy!

"The"boy

"Find the boy."

Ha! Solved it!

Oh! Oh.

Did you solve anything, though?

-No.
-Not even kind of.

Just let me have this moment.

Okay.

Gah!

I mean...

oh.

[clears throat]

Hello, Mr. Priest.

I'm glad you're here.

Thanks for stepping in there.

You can't get that close
to Project Incubus

without stunning them...

especially if you're going
to starve them out.

I don't mean to be starving them.

[Mr. Priest]: Well, then find some people
to let them drain the life out of.

What... you mean, like...

sacnfices?

[Mr. Priest]: Yes.

I can't... I can't do that.

I can't let anyone experience
what just happened to me.

Then you're soft.

I've been doing this a long time.

Soft guys melt.

I help people get got
and gotten absolutely.

I brought in 30 of the 42 Blackwing subjects
from the old project.

Ooh...

most fun I've ever had.

[laughs awkwardly]

G... good.

Which begs the question,
why'd you only think to call me in now?

I was told that there were
violations of protocol.

You know...

you may not be aware,
but they call me in for violations,

not protocol.

Yeah,
if my name is in the logbook,

then ethics is not a priority.

I'm a...

Listen.

I'm a very bad person.

[Mr. Priest]: I'm a scary monster.

I'm a...

I'm...

I'm no good, Hugo.
I'm troubled.

Now, Project Icarus is gone.

Project Incubus is dying.

You got three normal civilians

that have thus far gone uncaptured.

You are living in a world
full of empty rooms that need filling.

Someone up high somewhere,

they're going to see
this is out of control,

and you are going
to be embarrassed,

and you are going
to be replaced,

but I can give you a win.

[Mr. Priest]: A rash of assaults
and sightings.

Incubus Number Four and the Brotzman girl,

the one who embarrassed you.

I can get them.

You've just had this information?

So have you,
if you read the reports,

but you don't, do you?

I like that in a leader.

I like a guy
who doesn't sweat the details.

So, you can, like, find these people?

I'm just a g*n, Friedkin.

I don't do anything
unless you pull the trigger.

[laughing]

[♪ stereo blasting Streets of LA I]

[screeching tires, loud thud]

[dog barking continuously]

Suzie?

[dog continues barking]

Suze?

[barking continuously]
You still sick?

[barking continuously]

I'm feeling much better, thanks.

Good.

You notice anything different?

[sighs]
You cleaned up a bit?

[barking continuously]

[Bob]: Hey, I'm going to need your help
down at the motel tomorrow.

All those music show people
coming to town...

You don't notice anything else?

New makeup?

Makeup.

-Haircut?
-Haircut.

How much did all that cost?

Bob...

I look amazing.

Say something about it.

[sighs]

Suzie...

ever since the accident,

you have been up and down,

up and down.

I don't know what you did to yourself,

who you hired, or how much it cost,

but none of it
is going to fix what happened.

We're not talking about that.

We're talking about me.

Well, maybe we should talk about it.

It's like you're on some kind of...

niceness self-improvement kick...

but you're still the same you.

You don't fool me, Suze.

You may seem like
a sweet little mouse,

but no matter what you do
on the outside...

you can't change
who you really are.

Dolomos!

[dog barking continuously]

Okay.

[barking continuously]

I'm really sorry, Bob.

I am. I, uh...

I didn't want to do that,

butyou”.

you're pushing my buttons,
you know?

You always just...

you know how
to just push my buttons.

Can you hear me?

[barking] Yip!

[93393]

[dog barking]

See?

You're fine!

He's fine.

Yeah, I, I did this for us.

It's more productive this way.

Yip!

[dog barking]

Close the fridge.

[dog barking]

[dog barking]

Bob, could you please
go get rid of the dog?

[dog barking]

[thump, body falls]

[gasps in shock]

[silence]

Oh...

but isn't that silence nice?

♪ Please, please, please I

♪ Mr. Sandman ♪

♪ Bring us a dream I

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum
bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum
bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum
bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Mr. Sandman ♪

♪ Bring me a dream I

♪ Make him the cutest
that I've ever seen ♪

♪ Give him the word
that I'm not a rover ♪

I Then tell him that
his lonesome nights are over ♪

♪ Sandman I'm so alone ♪