Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...
There you are. You don't look so good.
I survived.
Mom?
Mom, mom!
When... When did you eat this, Mom?!
When did you fucking eat this?
You've ingested poison.
You're gonna have to throw up, okay?
I know how hard you tried to tell us before,
and I'm sorry, brother, truly.
I cracked it.
- "Spooks"? - Yeah.
Oh.
- Why did you let him murder my baby? - Fuck.
Any idea where she would have bought her computer?
Or who serviced it? What do you call those guys?
Oh, her Geek Freak.
You know what you are, Brady?
You're not working out.
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Nothing on her computer as to who might have had access
- and who might have serviced it. - How about where she bought it?
Still running that down.
So you made no progress?
We will, give us time.
He just blew a person up.
That isn't lost on me.
No, just everything else.
I-I-I am hearing some emotion.
And I'm gonna keep you close to this case 'cause, uh,
frankly, we'll take all the help we can get, but...
what I can't have is you mucking things up
with your personal feelings for the victim.
Hmm?
- You get that, Bill? - You bring the FBI in?
We're in contact, swapping databases, but it's still local.
- Yeah? You watching my home? - Absolutely.
Well, maybe you shouldn't be.
At least not so fucking obviously.
I mean, you think he doesn't know you're there?
He wants me. I'm his target.
Let him come, I say. Let him come.
Pete, captain wants to see us.
Keep an eye on my neighbor while you're at it, will ya?
Ida's a friend of mine. This fuck likely knows it.
Thanks.
Chaos.
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- Darkness. - 14...
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? But does it mean you're really free?! ?
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? Not bullshit democracy ?
? I want total liberty ?
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The bomber and Mercedes killer, one and the same?
All signs point to it.
We're certainly not putting it out there yet, but...
How sure are you, percentage-wise?
- 75%. - 80%.
I got a lot of concerned people, including the mayor,
especially with this Edmund Mills gala coming up.
We at risk there?
No indiction, but can we rule it out? No.
His target outside the church was Hodges.
Janelle Patterson was not supposed to be in the car.
We're not even sure if the city center was premeditated.
He might have been just cruising around in a stolen Benz,
suddenly went rogue.
Wearing latex gloves and a clown mask?
This bombing at the church, that was certainly planned,
even if he missed his target.
What's Hodges' role in all this?
He was working the case back then.
I'm not talking then, I'm talking now.
It's all in the report.
It appears the Mercedes killer or someone pretending to be him
has tried to engage Bill Hodges.
And Bill Hodges decided to engage back?
He did nothing wrong.
Last I heard, Bill Hodges' only hobby in life was alcoholism.
You're out of line.
Do we have a retired detective compromising this investigation?
We do not.
If anything, the retired detective
was instrumental in breaking it.
And what does that say about the two of you?
This is where, if I didn't care about my pension,
I'd tell you to go fuck yourself.
Hundreds of people are expected to be on hand
for the Edmund Mills gala this weekend...
Fuck me up the ass.
What are you doing here, Holly?
I-I came to return something. Um...
Well, I-I...
I sort of took this.
You stole the bulldog?
No, I did not steal it.
I borrowed it to carry with me for the day,
and I planned to bring it back, and you called my mother
and threw me out of the house before I could.
So I'm returning it now.
Thanks.
He makes me feel safe somehow.
The bulldog?
Yeah.
I had it right near my pillow.
It was the best sleep that I maybe ever had, like,...
like, it was watching out for me somehow.
What?
We all so happily believe that God is watching over us,
yet the idea that the almighty might be so almighty
that it could inhabit an inanimate object?
That's just beyond the scope of our imagination?
That's bullshit.
Or, I mean, if you prefer the Irish translation,
it's "fooked."
You can keep the bulldog.
I could never.
My daughter doesn't have much use for it.
She bought it because it had meaning for her.
And it... It will again for her, I know.
Well, in the meanwhile,
let's put it to good use. You need your sleep.
Thank you.
So, have you had any recent contact
under Debbie's Blue Umbrella?
No, no, no. No, he's not responding.
It's, uh, likely he's gone underground after, you know...
Your car and my cousin exploded.
After that, yeah.
So, we need to bait him, you know, lure him out.
What we need is for you to go home.
Does your mother know you're here?
'Cause if she does, I am soon gonna be arrested.
No, I told her I was going to the library.
Well, I'm calling a cab. You need to go.
Wait, wait. Hold on. I...
No, no, I'm not holding on.
You need to go.
I went over to Olivia's apartment,
and I found this.
This is who serviced her computer.
Any available associate to the front desk, please.
What the fuck are you doing?
I'm organizing.
Uh, no, I need you out on the floor.
You're back here moving shit?
Jesus. First you come in late.
- I wasn't late. - Yes, you were.
You should be glad I'm here at all. I'm still feeling sick.
Oh, bullshit. You're not sick,
other than maybe some psycho way.
You're recalcitrant's what you are. What the hell is this?
That's the Sony HT Surround Sound Theater System.
I didn't even know we had that in stock.
We don't. It's a special order.
Customer never showed, we have to send it to collections.
What are you doing with them?
Just organizing them.
Organizing.
Are you up to something?
You're stealing them.
What?
What are you doing with the speakers?
I spoke to Josh about using them,
setting up a viewing station so kids can watch shit
while their parents shop.
You get the kids, you get the parents.
Same as selling ice cream.
So you're end-running me to Josh?
You and he best buds now?
What's the problem, Robi?
Problem? Seems to be you, Brady.
In case it's somehow lost on you,
I am under a lot of stress here.
We already had to back out of the gala
'cause we couldn't pull it together fast enough.
That's a reflection on me.
Now, corporate's talking about superstores.
I need my team stepping up, not checking out,
do you hear me?
Do you fucking hear me?!
I hear you.
Three out calls.
And I expect you back within the hour,
or so help me God, you will be replaced.
Hold on, cowboy.
Our rodeo.
I'm just going in to browse.
Right. Can I see it?
Business card?
Oh, uh...
I suppose you want to see it, as well, keep current.
- Fuck off. - Easy.
- I'm going in with you. - No, Bill.
As you said yourself, you need all the help you can get,
and I know this case better.
Don't overstep.
I never overstep.
Don't let them walk away, Emily. Don't let them walk away.
It's why you can never make a sale.
No, you keep them here. Trip them if you have to.
I mean, don't actually trip them.
We don't want a lawsuit, but just don't let 'em leave.
Uh, good morning, welcome to Supreme Electronix.
- How can I help you? - I'm Detective Dixon.
This is Detective Torres.
Retired Detective Bill Hodges.
Uh, wow. Okay.
We have some questions about an Olivia Trelawney,
who we believe was a customer of yours.
- Olivia Trelawney? - Yeah.
What, you mean the Mercedes lady?
That's correct.
Uhh, yeah, she was a customer.
Did she ever take, uh, service calls in her home?
Quite frequently.
She, uh, had a lot of issues with her computers.
Well, uh, she had a lot of issues with everything, actually.
We're out there all the time.
She's a bit of a nuisance, truth be told.
Who went out to the house?
Was it the same technician every visit?
Yeah, it was always Brady Hartsfield.
She always requested him. It's kind of his clientele.
- What, older women? - Yes.
Is Mr. Hartsfield here?
Well, you just missed him, actually.
He went out on a call, but he'll be back within the hour.
Should be.
Would you mind giving us his contact info?
You have a driver's license on file, any ID?
Well, I...
I'm not allowed to give out that information.
This is an urgent matter.
What did he do?
We just want to ask him some questions, that's all.
Am I in danger?
Only of being a dick.
Will you give us the information that we asked for, please?
I'm sorry.
Why would you think you might be in danger, sir?
Let's just say your being here
confirms a few of my, uh, prejudices.
Brady... beats to a different drum.
How so?
Mm, he's just a little off, you know?
Lives with his mother off.
Can I ask what this is about?
- No. - Uh, that's fine.
Brady Hartsfield,
192 Elm Street,
Bridgton, Ohio, 43038.
Do you have a picture?
Uh, yeah, in our system.
There he is.
Jesus.
- The ice cream man. - What?
Mr. Friendly.
Drives an ice-cream truck in our neighborhood.
That would be Brady.
He's always leaving work early to go drive an ice cream truck.
- What'd he do? - He didn't do anything, sir.
We just want to ask him some questions.
That's all. You said he'd be back in an hour?
Well, I can call him, get him to come right now.
- That's okay, we can wait. - No, it's no trouble.
I'm sure I can get him back right now.
That's okay, we can wait.
We cannot wait. We got to search his house now.
On what grounds?
I mean, that he serviced the lady's computer?
The computer that drove her to suicide, yeah.
We still can't get a warrant.
Listen, I interviewed a guy on Elm Street, all right?
His car was broken into and messed around.
The same creepy crawler M.O.
195 Elm Street.
- And it's still not enough. - It's enough for me.
Wait, where are you going?
I'm saying hi to his mom.
You don't need a warrant for that.
Just being neighborly.
- I'm calling in some backup. - Not necessary.
It is to me.
I made a decision.
I'm gonna make my dent.
A much bigger dent than the first one.
This will be my masterpiece.
It won't make us rich.
But it will reunite us.
How's that for a plan?
I think that sounds like a very good plan.
Hello! Anybody here?
Mrs. Hartsfield?
Hello! Anybody?
Let's just knock the door down.
- Exigent circumstances. - We can't do that, sir.
Why the fuck not?
There's possibly a killer in there.
Well, this would not qualify as hot pursuit,
exempting us from obtaining a search warrant.
Any evidence gathered therein together with any evidence
that it might lead to would be suppressed as poisoned fruits
and deemed inadmissible in a court of law.
Per the exclusionary rule, the right of the people...
Right out of the fuckin' Academy, are you?
Graduated six months ago, sir.
That doesn't change the fact that you're not getting
in this house without a warrant.
Hey, what's going on?
Hey, Kenneth.
You're the dude who was asking about my car
the other day, right?
That's right.
Any idea where I might find Brady Hartsfield?
He's not here, he's working, I think.
Kid doesn't lead a very dimensional life,
according to his mother.
You know where she might be at?
Uh... Indiana, maybe.
Brady told me that she took a job there or something
at some hair salon, but I don't know.
You were talking to him when?
- Yesterday. - Fuck.
Haven't seen him today?
Oh, man, if his car isn't here,
he's probably at work, all right?
Yeah, he's not.
Any close friends that you know of?
- Him? - Yeah.
No... No, wait.
His mother told me that he's got a friend at work, some woman?
Girlfriend?
According to Deb, this girl isn't into guys,
but, uh, you never know, right?
- Right, right. - Um...
Lou.
Lou something.
I don't know her last name.
Maybe he's with her.
So, what's this about?
I gotta take this. Thanks, thanks, man.
Bill,
Jerome and I just found something really important.
What?
Well, I'd... I'd like to discuss it in person, please.
Those with technological capabilities could be listening.
Yeah, yeah.
Um, can you come over? We're at Jerome's.
No, I gotta track someone down.
Yeah, but it's important.
You really need to see this.
On my way.
Officer Ken, what's your status?
We are 10-19.
The suspect did not appear to be at his residence.
Copy that.
Roseland Hills Community Center, two days.
I'm not following you.
I mean, look at these flyers.
Career night, job fair, job fair, job fair.
I mean, it's his M.O. It's our guy's thing.
Our guy's thing is running over people and blowing them up.
- Janey wasn't at a job fair. - Let him finish.
If this guy's trying to reprise his star turn, job fair.
I mean, it makes perfect sense.
I mean, you said it yourself, right? He's itching to get active.
He did get active. He hit the funeral. I gotta go.
I get feelings. Premonitions.
And as soon as Jerome said jobs fair, I got a feeling.
You want to know why? Because...
he wasn't just killing people two years ago,
he was mowing down hope.
All those people standing in line,
dreaming of a better future?
That's hope, and he bulldozed them down using a Mercedes,
of all things, the very symbol of prosperity and success.
So it wasn't just happenstance.
It was a jobs fair.
This is my feeling.
You had a feeling that God was a paperweight.
I'm not an insane person.
No, I... I didn't say that, Jesus.
I have not loved many people.
And I have not been loved by many people.
Janey?
This might be the most important thing
that I've ever been involved with.
The first time that my own life has had actual meaning.
What I will tell you is that this is a police thing now.
Both of you, the police are on it.
You need to get on with your own lives, your own futures.
In your case, Harvard.
Let the police handle it. Okay?
What about you?
What do you get on with?
- What color do you need? - Green.
You need more red, it's Ohio.
We're a swing state.
I like this view.
Oh, wait.
You're like an angel up on that ladder.
Are you thirsty, Jordan? How are you doing?
Thanks for helping us.
Like, I appreciate it.
- What do you need? Blue? - Green.
Green.
Are these supposed to be, like, sitting in the sun?
Excuse me?
Hi.
Lou Linklather?
Uh, Linklatter.
I lather on the weekend sometimes, though, it's nice.
Linklatter, mostly, though.
Yeah. Um, Supreme Electronix told me you'd be here.
- You worked there, I remember. - Oh, yeah.
Uh, I used to.
- I got fired. - Oh, no.
Yeah, I mean, that's why I'm here, helping my lady.
Do you know Brady Hartsfield?
I do, why?
Hey, could I talk to you for a second?
Yeah.
Uhh... Babe, I'll be back in one second.
All right.
What can you tell me about him, uh, Brady?
Uhh, well, for starters, he's maybe
the sweetest person on planet Earth.
When'd you speak to him last?
I don't know, a couple days ago.
Okay. What'd you talk about?
Oh, you know, mostly private shit.
- Yeah, what sort of private shit? - The private kind.
Yeah, okay, well, listen to me now.
I'm a retired detective.
And it's possible Mr. Hartsfield
has been involved in a homicide, okay?
So if you know where he is,
I would seriously suggest you tell me right now.
What?
A homicide?
- Brady Hartsfield? - That's right.
Do you know where he is?
No.
Look, dude, I don't know where you're going with this,
but, uh, I can tell you, you got the wrong ice cream man.
Brady Hartsfield wouldn't hurt a fly.
Yeah, well, it's possible he would.
It's also possible his own life might be in danger.
Oh, my. How do you figure?
Well, he had a connection with Olivia Trelawney,
she ended up dead, right?
Yeah.
What, the Mercedes lady?
That's right.
Yeah, I thought she committed suicide.
Maybe she did, but maybe she didn't.
What did you guys talk about the other day?
His mom, she had... she got sick,
had angina or something.
Okay.
And, um, I don't know,
he was really totally freaked out.
I was concerned.
Okay, when you say totally freaked out.
I don't know, he just wasn't himself.
Like, really agitated.
Okay, do you know anything else?
I gotta go.
It's not the guy.
The ice cream man?
Have you ever seen him near my house?
Well, uh, we've all seen him driving, of course.
I've never seen him get out.
You're telling me the ice cream guy is your suspect?
He's the person that serviced Olivia Trelawney's computer.
He's been hiding in plain sight ever since, watching,
right under my fucking nose.
I don't know. I've... I've said hi to the kid,
I've bought ice cream cones.
He seems like the...
Sweetest person on planet Earth,
it's too big a coincidence.
If you see him, call me. Can you promise me that?
- You or the police? - Both.
My God.
You think you have a sense of people.
Right under my fucking nose.
So, can we go in on exigent circumstances?
We could. We'd be spoon-feeding him
a Fourth Amendment defense in the process.
We got nothing hard, just knowledge
that he serviced the lady's computer.
And also could be dangerous.
- If he is the guy, we want SWAT. - So get them.
First, let's secure the warrant, then we'll move.
Jesus fucking Christ!
Why are the police looking for me?
How did you get in here?
- Just tell me, please. - You broke into my apartment?
Are you fucking kidding me?
I asked you a question.
Why are the police looking for me?
You tell me.
Robi.
Are you gonna make me ask you again?
They wanted to know about Olivia Trelawney,
whether you serviced her computer.
And what did you tell them?
The truth, that you did.
As far as whatever else you did or what they think you did,
I-I don't know.
All I know is they seemed very intent on finding you.
What else did you tell them?
Meaning, did I tell them you're fucking crazy?
That I think it was you who tampered with my computer
and got it to explode, nearly killing me?
I didn't do that.
So you say, but the more I think... No.
You broke into my apartment, I'm not so fucking sure.
What's going on here, Brady?
Are you the Mercedes killer?
Is that cabbage?
You know, tortoises also like dandelions,
nasturtiums, and nettles.
Oh, and prickly pears.
There's a lot of disinformation out there about their diets.
Holly.
It's safer than you think here.
I counted three unmarked police cars on your street.
I mean, do you know that your house is being watched?
Yeah, I did.
Well, they don't seem to mind my coming and going.
Do they know who I am?
Likely.
Your mother can't still believe you're in the library.
Movies.
Yeah, I go to a lot of movies.
So, I take it nothing yet? He's still out there?
Which is why you shouldn't be.
You should be home, safe.
What makes you think my house is safe?
I mean, he probably knows where I live by now
if he's been watching, and I don't have police cars
positioned outside.
What do you think explains him?
A person like that?
Don't you wonder?
Underneath their skin and bones, some people,
rare people, thank God,
just have black holes.
They're born that way, but there's no getting at it.
No changing its mind.
The black hole rules until the host is dead.
Sometimes I hug myself without knowing
that I'm really doing it.
My lips move and sounds come out, like I'm talking,
even though I'm not.
It's called stimming.
Some people thump their chest or rock back and forth.
Other people let out
these little, like, shrieks for no reason.
But I hug myself and, like, um, mutter.
Mike Sturdivant.
- Who? - Hmm? What?
You said Mike Sturdivant.
Uh, right.
Who is he?
Mm.
He was a senior when I was a freshman,
and, um, he was a football player.
I was... well, I was me, and, um, he saw me stim one day.
And he could have just let it go.
I mean, I was nobody, but, um, he pointed at me and laughed
like I was the funniest freak that ever existed.
He said, um...
"Get a load of this Jibber Jibber jibber-jibbering
about fuck knows what."
And then everybody pointed and laughed.
I mean, everybody.
One person, like, balled up a piece of paper and threw it,
and it hit me on the nose.
And from then on, that's all anyone ever called me.
You know, they'd chase me through the hallways
and to the cafÉ screaming,
"Jibber, jibber, jibber, jibber," and, uh...
I did not like it.
I did not like it one bit, and I told my mother,
and she said, "Well...
you just have to deal with these things, that they're a part of life.
and stop being so dramatic, Holly.
And so, um, I ended up in an institution.
You know, like, on the ward end of it.
The doctor said that I'd had a break from reality
because, um, I'd been found naked in my bathtub,
curled up in one corner,
and I wouldn't get out.
I mean, I would not get out
if it meant that I had to go back to Walnut High,
and so my mother sent me to the institution instead.
And it wasn't the best place in the world to be put.
But at least nobody called me Jibber Jibber.
Can I have some beer?
Thank you.
Mike Sturdivant could have chosen not to bother me,
and his life would have been exactly the same.
But he did bother me, and my life wasn't ever the same again,
so I've had a lot of time to think about cruel people.
And what's your conclusion?
I do not like them.
Pete.
On my way.
- We got the warrant. - Oh, can I come?
Absolutely not.
Stay in the house.
Lock the doors, don't leave.
- Is it good now? - Perimeter all clear.
Nobody gone in yet?
Not yet, he's maybe in there.
What?
We detected some motion inside.
Nobody's answering the door.
We're not taking any chances.
- You got a spare vest handy? - What?
No, no, forget it.
Letting you get this far could cost me my freaking job, Bill.
I-I don't really give a shit.
Do you, really?
How long do you plan to wait?
Calm your balls.
What sort of movement did you detect?
Mostly shadows.
Gotta be him.
Neighbor said his mother's in Indiana. It's gotta be him.
My name is Brady Hartsfield.
If you're watching this, then...
you know who I am,
and what I did.
Now I'm gonna tell you why.
The why question is always the most complicated.
It may be a while before you really...
...get there.
The what question
will be looming a little bit larger for a few days.
Or should I say...
what the fuck?
Somebody will write a book about me one day.
Psychologists will profile me.
Perhaps one of those horrormeisters
will write a novel.
Tonight's chapter could be called...
"Things that go bang in the night."
What the fuck?
This is Commander Fuller from the Canton Police SWAT team.
Step out of the vehicle immediately.
I repeat, step out of the vehicle immediately,
or deadly force will be used!
Driver, this is your final warning!
Gas 'em!
I can't get a visual.
Breach and clear.
Hold the channel.
Could be rigged.
- Let's take the house! - Let's go!
Breach up.
Gate. Breach, you're up!
Yes, sir.
Down, down.
Turn it off!
- Yes, sir. - Move!
It's encrypted, sir. Can't turn it off.
Okay, find a fuse box, shut the power off!
- Let's go! - John, you better see this!
Out! Everybody, out!
- Go, go, go! - Get out!
- Move! Now! - Out!
- Go, go, go, go, go! - Get out!
- Clear out! - Anderson, get out!
Go, go, go, go!
Back to the PC! Back to the PC!
- We gotta go. - No.
Motherfucker.
We gotta go now! Bill!
- I gotta see! - Let's go. We gotta go now.
Bill!
Fuck!
Jesus.
Are you sure?
It was him?
You weren't?
Young white male, late 20s, that's what I saw,
lying on a nasty bed with an older woman.
Who else could it be?
And there was a clown mask.
We barely got a look.
Why can't go we go in?
They'll go in when they give us the okay to go in.
What's the rush?
It's over, partner.
We got him.
Maybe.