Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...
This will be my masterpiece,
it won't make us rich, and it will reunite us.
Roseland Hills Community Center.
- It's his M.O. - Let the police handle it.
He wasn't just killing people two years ago.
He was mowing down hope.
I got a lot of concerned people,
especially with this Edmund Mills gala coming up.
He wants me. I'm his target.
Let him come, I say. Let him come.
Do we have a retired detective compromising this investigation?
We do not. If anything, that retired detective
was instrumental in breaking it.
This is who serviced her computer.
What are you doing with the speakers?
I spoke to Josh about 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.
We have some questions about an Olivia Trelawney.
You mean the Mercedes lady?
She ever take service calls in her home?
It's always Brady Hartsfield. She requested him.
The ice-cream guy is your suspect?
Been hiding in plain sight ever since.
Right under my fucking nose.
- Why are the police looking for me? - How did you get in here?!
Are you gonna make me ask you again?
You're the Mercedes killer?
Step out of the vehicle immediately!
Take the house!
John, you better see this.
- Out! - Everybody, out!
- Go, go! - We got to go now!
Bill!
It's over, partner. We got him.
Maybe.
I'll take a Chipwich right after.
Is that a Chipwich I hear, sir?
Yeah, of course you did.
- Mmm! - Mmm!
Delish!
Oh, absolutely.
Hi, Daddy.
- Hi, Mr. Hodges. - Hey, Bill.
Hey, Mr. Hodges.
The usual?
Double fudge?
Fatty?
Bill... Bill, let me have the gun.
Let me have it, come on.
You go have some fun.
Go on. Have some ice cream.
Daddy.
- Daddy! - Go ahead.
Come push me on the swing.
Want a bite of mine?
Don't forget your fudge!
Whoo!
Faster!
Daddy!
Allie!
Daddy, help!
Allie!
N-o-o-o-o!
Allie!
It's not your day.
Yeah.
Had to mow all my lawns today.
Speaking at this gala thing tomorrow.
Man... you look like awful fucked terrible,
and you're what came out nine months later.
You all right?
Yeah, haven't been sleeping good.
Well, you got him.
He got himself.
He controlled it all, right up to the end.
No.
We were closing in on him, and he knew it.
"We"?
Yeah.
"We."
What a summer, man.
Yeah, I'm gonna get back to work.
Will you be needing it?
No, you go ahead.
You're gonna have to sit with it sooner or later, you know.
Sit with what?
Your loss.
Got to be on the move, Ida.
Motion isn't release.
It's just motion.
The truth is, I need it right now.
If I stop, I'll drown.
When you're ready, then.
My mother...
...I loved her...
but she tried "talking to me,"
and I didn't want to be talked to.
Tonight, I told her what I'd done.
I thought she'd be proud,
finally say I'd done something worthy.
She said I was sick and repulsive,
that I should be hung by my neck for what I did.
Crkkkk!
So now she's gone.
All gone.
Just like the peas on my plate when I was a kid
All gone. I miss her.
I loved her.
My pretty poor mommy.
And I can't live here without her, without...
I'm thinking... time to go.
And guess what.
I'm not sorry for hating you all,
not even a little.
You all walking around in your lead boots
you like to call a conscience.
Well, I was born wearing none
so I could soar high above you all
and watch you stuff your faces
and flick your remotes
and pray to a god you only half believe in.
It's all just a lie.
The truth is blackness.
And the only thing that matters...
is making a statement
before you enter it.
Peeling back the skin of the Earth
and leaving a scar.
That's what history is... scar tissue.
Fuck it.
I'm Audi.
I painted my masterpiece a couple years ago,
and I can't imagine how I could possibly top it.
What have any of you done to be remembered?
So... good night.
Good fuck.
I hope you're all condemned
to live your meaningless lives...
over... and over
for-fucking-ever.
Thank you.
For what?
Narrowing down the location
of Hartsfield's home and his job,
breaking this case after we stopped.
What were you two doing again?
We were hung up on other cases.
So that's gonna be our story?
We missed catching the Mercedes killer
because we were otherwise occupied?
It may not play well, but it's the truth.
What if he planted other bombs behind?
Brady Hartsfield wasn't the type
to just slink away and kill himself,
I'm telling you.
We're gonna send a bomb-squad team to clear your house,
send one to Edmund Mills.
Anywhere else a likely target?
There's a career night tomorrow.
Where?
The Roseland Hotel.
He went after job seekers the first time.
You're on the co-workers next?
I'm on the bomb squad. We'll sweep those areas.
Bill?
Your house is off-limits for a while,
so why don't you stick around in an advisory capacity.
You need to sign nondisclosure and release-of-liability forms.
- You good with that? - Grand.
Miss Linklatter, thanks for coming in.
How you doing?
Fuckin' great.
No matter how small it may seem,
if anything occurs to you about Brady Hartsfield,
you give us a call.
All right.
Miss "Linkletter," if you'd come with us, please.
It's "Link-later."
Oh, Josh.
We're having trouble locating your store manager,
Anthony Frobisher.
It's his day off.
We sent someone by his house. No answer.
He goes to see his dad.
Yeah?
Yeah, on his days off,
he always goes to visit his dad in Bedford.
Let's look up a Frobisher in...
The only Frobisher that comes up in Bedford... Xavier, 69...
lives on Meyers Road, one son... Anthony.
All right, right this way.
Some are calling him the Mercedes killer.
I can't believe it.
Wow.
Police believe Brady is a strong connection to this.
Again, we're reporting live from Elm Street...
The cash wrap looks like shit,
and stock from last week is still in the back room,
not on the floor.
And we open in 12 minutes.
Detective Dixon, please.
Come on. Let's go. Let's go.
We had no choice but to close, sir.
Over here.
Yes, I am aware of declining sales,
but, sir, you are aware that Brady Hart...
I understand. But if there's a bomb, sir...
All clear.
It looks like we got the all-clear.
Yes, yes, right away.
Abso...
Where's Taylor?
Dude, she fuckin' quit.
These are our personal cells.
24/7.
We never close.
You did the right thing here.
You can't be too paranoid right now.
Sure.
No. For real.
Right.
Yeah, will do.
Okay, yeah.
Talk soon.
All right, let's roll.
Coroner?
Brady Hartsfield had no dentist.
Maybe a sole redeeming quality was good teeth.
The mother?
Her dentals match, yeah, but nothing on the son.
Bomb squad's cleared this house and Edmund Mills.
The Roseland?
Yeah, that was a bitch, I hear.
Look, nothing went boom today,
and all the likely targets are bomb-free.
That's something.
Speak it.
You think he's dead?
Yes.
I do.
But?
They found an egress.
Hidden door in the basement.
Tunnel connected.
So he could've got out... anytime.
[Sonic Youth's
What's the word?
Nothing on DNA yet, but the M.E. said
the female looks to have been dead longer than the male.
Well, it has to be significant
if he can tell from a prelim stage.
And he said he's not finding any signs of blunt-force trauma
to her corpse.
He's waiting on tox work.
Jesus, everybody's fuckin' waiting on things.
Isn't this the 21st century?
What are you, a civilian? This shit takes time.
As I was saying, prior to tox work, he suspects poison.
Something to do with the clench of the jaw, he said.
Well... he sold it in the video like he snapped.
You don't snap and then take the time to poison someone.
Yeah. One more curio.
The male did have blunt trauma to the back of the head,
but that's where a beam landed in the fire,
so it could be that.
You coming by?
I'll be in.
There you go. And, um... just in the bag?
Yeah, thanks.
- Thank you for shopping Supreme. - Thank you.
Hi. You've reached the voicemail of Anthony Frobisher.
Please leave a message.
It's Josh... again. You're two hours late!
Hope you have a hell of a reason.
Oh, thank Christ you're here.
Where's Robi?
I don't know. Can you watch the front?
- No problem. - I've got to run an errand.
Robi!
We're clear.
Josh.
See anything out of the ordinary?
I've only been here once.
No, not that I can tell.
Let's sticker the door and get a forensic crew over.
Can't hurt.
There was a rug here.
It was here three days ago.
I got one in the car.
What do you got?
Fuckin' crime scene is what we got.
Frobisher is 6-foot, 6'1"?
That sounds right.
How tall is Brady?
Shorter... maybe 5'8 ", 5'9".
Hey, Chris, it's Pete.
You in the morgue or at your desk?
Great. Um...
I need a height on the male corpse from Elm Street.
Yeah.
Got it. Thanks.
Corpse in Brady Hartsfield's bed
was 6 feet, 1 1/2 inches.
And noone's seen Brady Hartsfield's co-worker
since the night of the explosion.
I know it's crazy, but, uh...
But it's not impossible, either. Fuck.
I'd say he's alive.
He's staying under until he can make another statement,
bigger than the last one.
You think the gala?
Half the town will be there.
The other half will be at career night at the Roseland.
Last time, he did go after job seekers.
Edmund Mills is easier to secure.
The Roseland has 300 rooms, an attached convention center,
entrances off that, the street, the garages...
River ferry.
If I'm him and I'm looking for a target
with the highest possibility of success, it's the Roseland.
- Agreed. - Shit, shit, shit.
You two get back to the station.
I want your laptop.
See if there's anything our guys can find in what he sent you,
anything that might tip his hand.
I'll go get it.
I'll talk to the mayor, see how he wants to proceed.
Is there any tangible proof of this?
No, but if he's alive, the career night at the Roseland
would make for an obvious target.
The gala would be the other.
People are already lined up at the gala.
If I had one specific threat,
anything to justify canceling it, I would.
You can't shut it down on conjecture, Brooke.
And what about the Roseland?
Am I supposed to kick 300 guests to the curb?
Who's already through the gates?
Performers, vendors,
some V.I.P.s, people with special needs.
I'm gonna send a detachment to the Roseland
and a small detail to the gala.
We're gonna be thin in both places.
I can beef up private security.
Need all the help we can get.
Here's a picture of Hartsfield. Make copies, pass it out.
Hello?
Hey. Hockney said forget about the computer right now
and get over to the Roseland.
She needs good eyes helping with the security detail,
and you've seen Brady in the flesh.
They're not gonna evacuate?
Yeah, based on what?
How about the gala?
H.Q.'s betting on Roseland.
Yeah, all right. Uh, I'm heading over.
Just let them know I'm coming, will you?
Yeah, talk soon.
What is peace?
Is what you call peace the same peace as it is to me?
Nah. Peace to me feels like I'm chained
on a leash by the Devil himself,
who's standing there laughing at me
because, you see, as long as I don't know me,
he's winning, and I'll never be free.
Wherefore art thou, Romeo?
Deny thy father and refuse thy name,
or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
and I'll no longer be a Capulet.
Don't judge me, don't cast me out!
Hear me out! Show... me out.
Show me out of this void.
Bullshit.
Not going after any career night.
Here! Over here.
All right. Ticket?
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Just lift the blanket. Let me get a quick look here.
Oh, of course, of course.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Next.
Oh, I'm so glad we got to see this one.
I said get out!
Well, am I in danger right now?
Just go to your son's house!
Oh. He's kind of a bore.
For God's sake, Ida, be bored!
It's better than the alternative!
Oh. Is it, really?
For Christ's sake...
And how am I supposed to go anywhere?
- You're in my car. - Well, call a cab.
You're a great woman for giving advice.
Just take it, for once!
You guys got issued a picture.
There he is. I think he's here.
He's pretty dangerous. Keep your eye out, all right?
Got it.
Arms out.
Okay. Enjoy the show.
Good evening.
Well, if you're here tonight,
you're part of a very special group... donors.
We like money!
But, seriously, you are part of a special group.
You're donors to this... the Edmund Mills Art Center.
This is a testament to... to your excitement
about arts in our community,
arts in our school
at a time when it's not really important
to a lot of people.
But it is to us, and I thank...
I really thank each and every one of you.
It's a very important thing that you've done.
I celebrate you.
So good to see you here.
Wait. Hold on.
Thank you.
Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, I'm grand.
Well, you... you look terrible.
I've been trying to call you.
Well, I... I shut my phone off.
Why?
Because I do not want to speak with my mother.
So don't answer her calls.
But that's rude.
You got to get out of here.
Wait. Why?
I think he's here.
Wait. He's alive?
I think he could be anywhere people I care about are.
But...
So you're implying I'm someone you care about?
In a paternalistic sense, yes. You've got to go, please.
Well, but if the feeling were mutual,
then why would I leave you?
For God's sake, will you go?!
Well, Jerome is about to speak in there.
Get him and his family out of here now!
O-Okay.
[Cheers and applause
I'm here tonight to introduce a very, very special young man.
And, by the way, if there's a 17-year-old in town
that could run against me and win...
it's this guy.
So I'm glad that you're going off to college, son.
He's the first in a generation to get into Harvard.
Yeah!
The first in five years
to be admitted into the National Honor Society.
Excuse me.
Brady?
Should've worn sunglasses.
Wait, wait!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
Mr. Jerome Robinson.
Thank you, Mayor.
And... And thank you all
for supporting the Edmund Mills Art Center.
This is becoming the cornerstone
of the revitalization of downtown.
So thank you for being here,
and thank you for donating and joining us here.
Tonight you've seen incredible artists, musicians,
dancers, poets, painters... you name it.
Tonight, we're gonna watch
the Bridgton Middle School Choir perform.
So, ladies and gentlemen,
please give it up for the Bridgton Middle School Choir.
Yes.
Whoo!
Help me.
Help me!
Help me! Help me!
Help me! Help me! Somebody help me!
Help me!
Help me.
Call a medic, quickly!
Help!
All right.
It's Brady.
Here. H-Hold this to the wound.
It's... It's Brady.
It's Brady Hartsfield.
Please...
Where? Where is he?
He's in a wheelchair.
Please don't leave me here.
I don't want to die here!
You're not gonna die, all right?
Just hold this to stem the bleeding.
It's all gonna be fine.
You see which way he went?
Sir, I got this.
Wait. He's got... He shaved his head.
Ow.
He shaved his head.
He wh... He what?
Shaved his... Shaved his head?
Got a shaved head.
Just don't let him come back here.
Please don't let him come back here!
- Jerome, I just saw Hodges. - Yeah.
I just saw Hodges. He said that Brady's here.
You got to get everyone out of here.
Wait, wait. Slow down. What now?
I just saw Hodges. Get everyone out of here!
- Go, go, go, go! - You said Brady's here?
Yes, go.
Hey, guys, go this way. Everybody, out!
Get back.
Everybody, down!
Freeze!
Get down, get down! Get down!
Freeze!
Mike Sturdivant?
...responsible for the capture and arrest
of the infamous Mercedes killer
when they stepped in to stop him
from committing another atrocious act.
How long is the drive?
It's about 10 hours.
Oof.
Yeah.
So...
What you got going on today?
Well... I...
They're coming in for me in a few minutes.
Get me on my feet...
just a little walk up and down the corridor,
so that's really good.
Yeah.
- Yeah? - That is good.
Yep.
It's a long drive.
Yeah, it's a long drive.
Yeah.
Your future awaits.
Thanks, Bill.
Drive safe.
Yeah, I'll try.
This is it, Kermit William.
You're busting out of here in the A.M.
You shit me not?
I shit you not.
I'll take care of this, and I'll be back for those.
Thanks, Al.
Can I pop in here a second?
Is the doctor in?
In with him now.
Okay. Thanks.
Thanks.
Hey.
You're leaving today, I hear.
That mean you're gonna stop coming in here to stare at him?
Unlikely.
The path leading up to the front of this hospital is brick.
Hunch down and stare at those bricks on your way out.
They'll communicate better than he will, Mr. Hodges.
He's gone.
Never coming back?
No.
His brain has the same electromagnetic level
as a triple-A battery you left in a remote five years ago.
If I whack that remote enough,
I'll get the TV running, I promise you.
If somebody whacks him one more time, he'll die.
Care to take a coffee break, Doc?
Be like I was never here.
If he ever flatlines, I hope you have an alibi.
If he ever flatlines, I'll show up and cremate him myself.
You think I'm joking.
Sadly, I don't.
I'll just be a second here.
I know you're in there...
because hate hangs on...
and hate's all you had.
Could bring you back someday.
Sure as taxes and Christmas, though,
I'll be waiting...
and I'll finish it.
Nurse Farrell, you are needed in Pediatrics.
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