Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...
We got 16 dead, triple that in injuries.
Somebody lost control.
He didn't lose control.
Tell me, detective.
Did you catch all the bad guys?
Of all the cases for you to obsesses over...
16 people died!
I'm still on the case. You're retired.
You need to find some sort of purpose.
You any good at computers?
Whoever did this knows his shit.
Chaos.
"Greetings, Detective.
I hope this letter finds you well."
Care to get in touch, try Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella.
And here we go.
Give Mommy a little kiss first.
My Honeyboy.
Here, I'll grab the car.
No, that's okay. I'll do it.
Do you know where she would have bought her computer?
- Or who serviced it? - Oh, her Geek Freak.
It's always Brady Hartsfield. She requested him.
I'm gonna make my dent.
A much bigger dent than the first one.
This will be my masterpiece.
Everybody, down!
Freeze!
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And his left pupil, fixed and dilated.
GCS is about 7.
Cardiac arrhythmia, monitor's showing an a-fib.
Yeah, pulse ox is 87.
Let's move. We're losing him.
Hey, Jackie, what do we got?
Two and four.
Cardio trauma to E.R. 3, please.
- Cardio trauma to E.R. 3 - Let's set up the cardiac.
- Prep the EPI. - On the way.
- 300 M.E.R. - Let's get this started.
- You have your assessment. - Done.
ICP is less than 15.
And holding.
Suction.
Monitor that closely for us.
A little more light, please.
Yes, Dr. Babineau.
Will he even last the night?
Damn right he'll last the night.
Might even last longer than that.
We're gonna take care of you now, Bill.
- Get him hooked up here. - Breathing is shallow and rapid.
- How we doing there? - Hold on to the cath lab.
Let's see what we're dealing with.
Will do, Doc.
Take a deep breath, sir.
All right, let's cover the brain,
save this asshole's life.
You're one of Dunford's?
Tony Montez.
I run the D.A.'s homicide unit.
I thought that was Wylie.
Yeah, he retired.
So, am I gonna be able to prosecute Brady Hartsfield?
Not at this juncture.
He's a gork... can't even breathe on his own.
So, what does that mean, like, never ever?
My ego's a bit too big for never,
especially with the work I've been doing.
Do tell.
- Mm-hmm. - Yes.
- You're right about that. - Yes. Mm-hmm.
- Hi! - Appetizers?
The brain is an enigmatic country.
And what my team and I are doing
is mapping it like no one has before.
With some increased funding,
Mercy General's Neurosurgery Unit...
Could change the world.
Certainly Bridgton's reputation.
You ruined the speech.
Sorry to interrupt you guys. Can I borrow him for a few?
- Oh, sure. - I'll bring him right back.
- Excuse us. - Yeah. No problem.
You know anything about the Cerebellin trials
they've been running in western China?
I have heard rumors.
Positive results until the swelling stage...
The resultant tumors in just enough monkeys
to push human trials far enough into our retirement.
Two martinis. Thanks.
Well, my lovely employers at Vitalta
happened to have a drug on hand
that counteracts those tumors.
Oh, is this the Zetacortex, the... the stroke drug?
You dolisten after sex.
That's how you know I love you, baby.
Well, we've been running a few trials
- with the Cerebellin-Zetacortex cocktails... - Here you go.
- Thank you. - Thanks.
On primates, off-book tests.
How off-book?
As in, never happened.
The results have been hopeful.
We need what they have in China...
They need what we have in Ohio,
which is why they've come here tonight.
Why you telling me this?
Because we need someone as brilliant as you to test it.
On a primate?
Ni hao.
Dr. Felix Babineau.
Doctor.
Ni hao.
Doctor.
Fred?
Fred? Where are you, fucker?
There he goes.
Here, I got it for you.
The rains, you think?
Be my guess.
Weakened the roots.
They're pretty old, I'd say.
I built this...
With these two hands,
Larry and I.
The kids helped... A little bit, anyway.
The hammer? The saw? The nails?
The whole shebang?
Long time ago.
That was quite a summer.
Maybe the best of 'em.
Build another one.
Even if I had the time, I don't have the joints.
I didn't mean "you," I meant "we."
You can supervise.
You're good at that.
You got that right.
Where ya off to?
I'm back teaching summer school.
That's what I did before I had kids.
I thought you run the funeral home.
I inherited that. I did both.
Who does both?
Me.
Yeah, little ginger dynamo strikes again.
Hmm.
Would you actually rebuild it for me?
Where else would you serve me tea?
Sadie?
Honey, you okay?
Huh?
You okay? Did you take your meds this morning?
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
I, uh, I just didn't get enough sleep last night.
If that's the case, kick loose the cobwebs, hon.
You've got the movie star.
Hmm. Lucky me.
Morning, Al.
Morning, Miss Sadie.
Wakey wakey.
Yeah.
Here we go.
All right, let's, uh, listen
to this heart and these lungs of yours.
Sounds good.
All right, sounds good. Let's take a look at this guy.
Oh! Yay.
The rash is healing nicely.
Let's just...
How we doing? Huh, Brady?
See any good movies?
Read any novels?
Did you read a page-turner lately?
Lovely day out.
Maybe we should take a bike ride?
Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Yes!
Mm!
Yes, yes, yes, yes.
Yes, yes.
Ballpoint?
Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
One, two.
One, two, three.
Finders Keepers, would you mind holding, please?
Thank you.
One, two, three.
Thank you for holding. How may I help you?
No, I'm not distressed, Mother.
I... No, and I don't go to group anymore.
How many times have I had to ask you
to please not call me in my place of work?
Okay, listen, I have set my boundaries
as Dr. Sanyal suggested, and you repeatedly ignore them,
so I'm gonna have to hang up now
so I can go help a nice man find his stolen plane, okay?
Bye. Bye.
Nice plane.
What kind of mileage do you get?
Excuse me?
Or is a-a hybrid-like?
I don't really really fly that much, though.
It's irrelevant to me. I'm gonna need those keys.
What?
Get the hell out of the way.
Yeah, would that I could, sir,
but, no, I'm here to repossess that aircraft
on behalf of Mr. Dwight Cramm.
I believe you met Mr. Cramm,
gave him a bank check for $2 million
while pretending to be a man called James Mallon Ellis.
Eh, of course the check bounced,
and it turns out you have quite the history
of bilking people out of their money.
I wouldn't do that.
Give me that key with the red tag on it
that's on the inside of your left pocket.
Nice and easy.
Put the fucking gun down!
Put the fucking gun down.
No, no, no! Listen to me.
- I'm a private investigator. - Do it!
I've got identification.
On your knees. Now.
I'm not getting on my fucking knees.
These are good pants.
- Don't let him get away. - Don't... Don't... Don't do it.
D... Ah! Don't do it!
Who was that?
I'm guessing you weren't first in your class.
W-Which class?
Any of 'em.
"I'm a married woman."
Wo shi yigč yi hun de nurén.
"I'd love a glass of baijiu."
Wo xiang yao yibei baijiu.
How much time you got?
I got a few. Why?
May want to ravage you.
Haven't decided yet.
You're trying to change the subject.
What subject?
Come on. It's too risky.
Upping the dose a tad?
To levels that caused runaway growth in tumors
and killed every primate test subject.
It's a bit more than a "tad."
That was before the Chinese added our drug, Felix.
The Zetacortex completely stopped the tumors.
The cocktail's safe.
Well, there's a big difference between primates and humans.
"My husband is not home."
Wo de zhangfu bu zaijia.
Alzheimer's, Parkinson's, autism, epilepsy,
depression, stroke, encephalopathy, Tourette's.
What if you cured them all?
You just like wrapping your mouth around big words.
Hell, cured one of them?
I mean, how many lives would be altered for the good?
We couldn't even quantify it.
Come on, Cora.
If, if, if.
Yes, if, if.
World history changes on "if."
If you cured depression and Alzheimer's,
just those two,
you'd be mentioned in the same company as Salk, Curie.
I mean, we've only been trying your cocktail for a year.
There have been results.
Yeah, itty-bitty, teeny-tiny ones,
and no consciousness.
In terms of regenerating brain tissue, nothing's itty-bitty,
and consciousness is a slippery thing.
Brady Hartsfield is a gork, yes?
Yes.
So what's to lose here?
He's a human being.
Felix,
he's a monster from a fairy tale
that you would only tell children you hate.
I've already crossed too many lines.
I can't cross another one.
"Can't" or "won't"?
Yeah, well, thank you very much.
Yeah, just make sure you do.
Yeah. Thanks.
Okay, you first.
Mr. Dwight Cramm arrived
and is flying his plane back to Texas.
Cha-ching!
Okay, so, um, Timothy Madden
has four different Facebook profiles that we know of...
One under Madden, one under Ellis,
one under Rackowski,
and one under the name Edgar Segura.
I can barely keep up.
Okay, so the Segura page and the Rackowski page
both have comments from the same person...
Donald Madden
of 12 Mayfield Street, East Bridgton.
Relation?
His brother.
They always go home.
Hey, Jon.
Felix.
So, we shuttered the treatment center this morning.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I know what it meant to you.
Can't justify a private room and all this equipment
for a gork with his history.
He needs the room, Jon.
The expenditures on the vagus nerve stimulation,
the increased oxygenation...
Come on, my article in The Lancet...
Was eight months ago. Nothing's changed.
Look at this.
Here.
I'm telling you... That growth is real.
You call that "growth"?
This looks like inert tissue to me.
There've been no changes on the EEG,
no signs of mental activity.
So this is about your treatment center, is it?
Jon, you know what they say about junkies?
Don't become a fucking junkie.
But if we're to find a way to boost neuroplasticity?
We could bring the brain-dead back from the dead.
Hartsfield is bad PR and a budgetary hemorrhage.
He goes to Crestmore as soon as a bed becomes available.
And if, in the meantime, he should die here,
I'm ordering an autopsy...
See what else you've been doing to him.
My best to Cora.
Cheers.
Asshole.
Kermit!
How's imminent retirement looking?
Ah, better every day.
Bullshit.
You look scared shitless.
Hey, Pete.
So, what's to miss about this job, huh?
- Hi, Pete. - Hey, Hol.
So, what's up?
I have the location of a fugitive from justice for ya.
Ah.
Last time I checked, he had 14 warrants out for him,
one of them right here in Bridgton.
Why don't you pick him up?
No money in it.
Be a nice feather in your cap, though.
And you know he's still in the area?
Holly does, and Holly's never wrong.
Well, let me find a pen.
Brings you by, stranger?
Hey. How are you doin'?
P.T.
It's been a year.
Ah, I fucked up a disc when I had my heart attack.
I keep tweaking it.
Fucking blast getting old.
Tell me about it.
You don't come visit him anymore?
Another bad habit I don't need.
- Have a good one. - You, too.
So, Madden actually put up a fight?
You don't look any worse for wear.
I wouldn't go toe-to-toe
with some macho idiot.
That's a you move, not a me move.
I could've tweaked a knee.
I had a uniform take him down, some rookie CrossFit junkie.
Boy didn't even break a sweat.
Definitely time for you to retire.
With a huge fucking smile on my face.
Oh, oh. I almost forgot.
Here.
What?
A receipt from a funeral home.
Uh-huh, using a credit card from a batch of stolen ones.
That one is in the name of Christopher Scott Gleason,
but it was used by a David De La Cruz.
Which affects me how?
David De La Cruz is a federal witness
who slipped into the wind two months ago
but is scheduled to testify in federal court here in four days.
Reward for his capture is in the low six figures.
Thank you. Why don't you want him?
He's federal... Nothing to do with me.
You did me a solid... I'm doing you one.
You're helping me with this shit.
Ah, I enjoy this shit.
Nice evening. It's gonna be a nice sunset.
Plus beer.
Yeah.
You know, whoever built this did some...
Some fine friggin' work.
- Yeah. - Geez.
Ida did and her husband.
Why am I not surprised?
Mm.
A woman like that will live forever,
'cause Death don't want to deal with her.
She'll have him vacuuming five minutes after she's dead.
Or making pottery.
Learning to speak Spanish.
Doesn't Death already know Spanish?
Ah, yeah, yeah, but she would have him
perfecting his pronunciation.
Yeah.
- Rolling his "r's," eh? - Uh-huh.
Ah.
She's a good soul.
She certainly is.
What?
I'm out. You got more?
In the fridge.
You want anything?
Ah, another one of these.
Will do.
Hey.
Hi.
You called, I came.
Sushi's a nice touch.
Mm.
You want a drink?
Yes, please.
So, tell me. What happened?
Your ex-boyfriend out there.
Oh, please.
I went on one date with him three years ago... one.
And then I met you, and all was right with the world.
Whatever the case,
they told me they're transferring Hartsfield.
Transferring him where?
Downstate. Crestmore.
Hmm.
Well, karmically or coincidentally,
I got a call from Liang this morning.
He's wondering if there's been any progress.
No, none that I can see.
Well, he insinuated that if we can't show him something,
then, uh, we're out of this experiment
and some other doctor's in, so...
baby, up the dose.
Can I have some ginger?
We can't.
A little ponzu, too.
Look, if we stick with the current dosage,
in time, it will show further yield.
The last dramatic growth was six months ago
in the temporal lobe,
and since then zip.
Caution and time...
They're liabilities at this point.
You got to dose that motherfucker to the gills.
If he lives, we're geniuses.
And if he dies, he dies.
I mean, there's really nothing to lose here.
What about my license,
my reputation?
Look, I...
I respect you... You know that.
You just need to respect me, okay?
Shit!
Shit.
Come on, come on, come on!
Pete, come on!
Come on!
Come on, Pete, come on!
Thanks, Ash.
Thanks.
Mm-hmm.
To your friend Pete.
Pete.
He loved yoga.
Excuse me?
He hid it from everyone...
Like the way other cops would hide addictions
or boyfriends or whatever.
Drank this green juice...
Equal parts kale and Brussels sprouts and fuck all.
Antioxidants, he'd tell me...
Got to get them in every day.
And yet... he died, anyway.
Leaves me running around in me little fucking sneakers,
speed walking,
healthy eating.
What's the point of all that shit?
He told me he was gonna retire
with a big fucking smile on his face.
That was his retirement plan.
And you?
What?
What's your retirement plan?
I...
I'm done... Working with Holly,
building gazebos for mad, ginger dynamo people.
But isn't that more reacting to life
instead of... living it?
No. That is living.
You... You have spent your entire life
cleaning up other people's messes.
What would you like?
What do you want in the time that's left to you?
Fewer conversations like these.
Why is there a goldfish in my house?
She's not a goldfish... She's a Betta fish.
Her name is SoFisha Loren.
Like Sophia Loren, but...
Yeah, I get it, yeah, but why is she here?
Oh. I couldn't just leave her behind.
Okay, well, why are you here?
Ida called me about Pete, and I felt you shouldn't be alone.
Grieving the loss of a loved one in isolation
can lead to cardiomyopathy and even suicide,
especially around the holiday season.
I mean, even fruit flies that are kept in isolation
die weeks sooner than fruit flies
that fly around with other fruit flies.
What "holiday season"? It's summer.
Mm, Memorial Day, Father's Day,
Fourth of July, and Labor Day.
Point sort of taken.
You know, the initial stage of dealing with a sudden loss
lasts approximately 14 days, according to my research,
so I plan to stay for two weeks.
I'm gonna make a little dinner.
Have you eaten?
I haven't, no.
Spaghetti okay?
Spaghetti sounds wonderful.
After my heart attack last year,
the first face I saw when I woke in hospital was his.
Not a shock.
We'd been partners for seven years.
12 years before that,
I trained him when he first joined the force.
He looked so...
let's just say uptight.
In the Bridgton P.D.,
we have a tradition for a rookie's first arrest.
It involves a mime.
We get one to be there
when we respond to a drunk-and-disorderly call.
The responding officers, you see,
must "question" the suspect.
So Pete's first job as a police officer
was to ask a mime a series of questions,
uh, which the mime refused to answer, uh,
well, because he was a mime, you see.
So, I then instructed my new rookie
to Mirandize said suspect.
Now, I want you to take a look at this face
and imagine the look on it when this man...
This man...
Tells a mime...
"You have the right to remain silent."
"Anything you say"...
Well, he got me back 100 times for that over the years, Pete.
Whoopie cushions and rocks in me hubcaps
and those pull-stop poppers in my front deck.
But he kept his secrets.
He never told me, for example,
that his father and two of his uncles
had died before the age of 45
from the same heart issues that would take him.
Not even after I had my own heart issues.
He was police.
We're trained never to admit weakness.
Maybe that's what really kills us.
In any serious relationship,
people put up with an awful lot more
than they would in a casual one,
and Pete put up with a lot from me.
But I don't remember
ever putting up with anything from him.
I just...
admired him.
In closing today's celebration of life,
a passage from John 11:25.
"And He said unto her, I am the resurrection and the life.
He who believeth in me, though he were dead,
yet shall he live."
- Hi. - Hi, Holly.
Listen, I'm sorry I wasn't there.
Just... I hate funerals.
I know. I get it. It's okay.
I'm sorry that you lost another friend.
Okay?
Yeah. Me... Me too.
Thanks.
I'm gonna go get some melon. I saw a plate with some melon.
- Okay? - Yep, yep.
Hey.
Sorry.
Thanks for coming.
Yeah.
You two have gotten close.
Oh, yeah, she's like a daughter, really.
Yeah, well, you already kind of have a daughter, really.
I talked to Allie last night...
Mm-hmm.
...and drove her to the airport when she moved to Seattle,
and chat with her on the phone on her way to work
at least twice a week.
We're grand.
Here.
- Thank you. - Sorry. Old tape.
It's all right.
I haven't seen Pete in six years,
and you conjured him right up like he was sitting next to me.
What's it like to be that Irish?
Complicated.
Mm. Yeah.
Excuse me.
I wasn't there when you woke up,
but Pete was.
I did come see you.
- You did? - Mm-hmm, before you woke up.
And never came back?
It's complicated.
Okay.
Excuse us. Excuse us.
Thanks for coming.
- Of course. - Have a nice day.
I spent our entire marriage trying to get used to the idea
that you could suddenly die.
I never succeeded.
That's not why you didn't come back.
Then why?
- Doesn't matter. - It does.
It does matter.
It's fine. Really.
Couldn't wait for me?
This is how I wait.
Hi.
Honey, I have something to tell you.
Go look on the dresser.
What?
Go.
Is...
A-Are you pregnant?
You're pregnant?
You're fucking pregnant?
Are you kidding me?
Oh.
Oh, my God, this is amazing.
- We're gonna have a baby. - Yeah.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my legs just went weak.
Oh, fuck.
What were you gonna tell me?
What?
You were gonna tell me something.
Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it.
What?
They're gonna move Hartsfield.
Honey, I-I tried.
There's nothing else I can do.
Felix, yes, there is.
Yes, there is, and it's now or never.
He... He's a mass murderer.
He's... He's the most reviled man
in the history of this town.
You need to give him the full dose...
All of it.
Fuck.
I want you to fuck me while I'm pregnant,
because I might not be tomorrow.
You know, your career's not the only one at stake here.
And I need a partner, not a pussy.
So you gonna be my partner?
Yeah?
Yeah? You'll be my partner?
Yeah?
- You gonna be my fucking partner? - Yeah.
Lights on or lights out, mi amigo.
Blue skies or black hole.
Hi.
Hiya.
I'm what keeps you alive.
Men need goals, man.
I put you down.
You believe that?
I've built many a bicycle whilst pedaling it.
Who's gonna remember Pete?
You.
But then you'll die some day and then no one.
It'll be, uh, be like he never existed.
Don't do that.
You know...
They spend a shit ton of money on me, I tell ya.
You know, I-I got machines
whose only job is to keep me alive
cost more than your house.
I don't like this word, but...
I'm kind of a celebrity.
Which is funny when you think about it...
You know, Pete being dead,
me being... famous.
Ah, you know what they say...
You paint your masterpiece,
you'll live forever.
He'll be all right down there.
Oh. That's not his coffin.
- No? - Nah.
Book, sir?
And I tell you, I tell you what,
if he keeps hitting the ball like that,
you can go ahead and check his ticket to the Windy City
on a permanent basis.
Frozen fucking yogurt.
I know it's been a while. I just really need to see him.
- I can go straightaway. - Excuse me.
Yeah, uh, turns out I need that appointment after all.
Yeah, my neck is starting to bug me.
Thank you, Nurse. All right.
Are you okay?
Sure, yeah.
An ounce of prevention, yeah?
Oh, okay. That's good.
You miss me?
Pete's dead.
Janey's dead.
All those people you ran over standing in line for a job...
Three years in the grave.
700 people, the earthquake in India this morning, died,
and that's the low estimate.
But you...
...you're still tickin'...
...still drawing breath.
History is a graveyard for unsustainable frontiers.
The world was flat...
until it wasn't.
Gods lived on Mount Olympus...
until they didn't.
Polio, mumps, measles, malaria... all incurable...
until they weren't.
We sent a monkey into space...
and then a man...
and then space stations and satellites.
We crossed oceans...
...discovered new worlds, and stole them.
We encroach. We infiltrate.
We slaughter. We rape. We dominate.
Why?
Simple...
We refuse to accept death.
So every act of conquest
is a step toward acquiring fresher and fresher knowledge
of the ultimate frontier.
Chaos...
Chaos.
Because the collective, atavistic,
evolutionary ambition of humanity is,
and always has been, immortality.
Chaos.
Chaos!
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