Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...
I'm here to introduce a special young man.
He's the first in a generation to get into Harvard.
Brady?
Wait, wait!
Tony Montez.
I run the D.A.'s homicide unit.
Am I gonna be able to prosecute Brady Hartsfield?
Not at this juncture.
Sadie? Honey, you okay?
Did you take your meds this morning?
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.
There've been no changes on the EEG,
no signs of mental activity.
Hartsfield is bad PR.
He goes to Crestmore as soon as a bed becomes available.
They're gonna move Hartsfield.
There's nothing else I can do.
Yes, there is, and it's now or never.
He's the most reviled man in the history of this town.
You need to give him the full dose.
Shit!
After my heart attack last year,
the first face I saw when I woke in hospital was his.
I did come see you.
And never come back?
It's complicated.
Those people you ran over standing in line for a job...
Three years in the grave.
But, you, you're still ticking.
_
Hey. Hey!
Fuck.
Hey!
Yeah. I know this probably looks bad...
I'm calling the fucking police.
Well, you go right ahead.
I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings,
but as an ex member of the force myself,
I can assure you that police have more pressing engagements
than motor vehicle repossessions.
What? That's what you're doing here, repossessing my car?
Ah, it seems we live in a consumer-driven economy...
If the consumer don't pay, she don't drive.
Okay, look, all right, I am begging you.
I have a job interview today. Of all the days.
I do sympathize, but when you signed that lease,
you vowed to pay it.
When I took this job, I vowed to do it,
so you're out of luck on this one.
Well, I-I have a kid.
I'm a single mom.
You're making this hard now.
You ugly fat fuck.
Okay. Less hard.
Okay, wait. Wait, wait, wait. No!
Listen, I'm sorry I yelled!
I'm sorry.
Sorry that I yelled!
Please! Wait!
Real quick... Can you just... I can't...
Please!
Can you at least give me a ride?!
I'm sorry that I yelled!
Wait! No, wait, wait! Wait!
Fuck me up the arse.
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I mean, what?
My girl, Tonya T, at St. Joe's, she got an iPad.
We get this downmarket bullshit?
First, watch the language.
And, second, if these devices help you two
with your math proofs,
I will personally write a letter of thanks
to the company that donated them.
But you're right, they... They are pretty crappy.
- Hi. - Hi, Al.
Where are we, Sadie?
It's Sadie Sadie married lady.
Bow when I go by.
Fanny Brice, "Funny Girl."
You are getting good!
I haven't stumped you in a week.
Hi.
I have truly wonderful news.
Okay.
What's this?
It was in the car I just repo'd.
It'll have to be brought back to the owner
unless she's failed to make payments on that, as well.
Well I don't think anyone
can actually take out a loan to buy a car seat.
Holly, I did not get into this business
to repossess the possessions of poor people.
I know, but sometimes that is the job.
Well, then you can do it next time, 'cause I ain't.
Okay. I'll be happy to.
Right, well, start by returning that to Karen Williams, okay?
I will. I will.
Well, of course you can sue, but you won't win.
No. No, no. There's... There's such a thing
as a Statute of Frauds which, loosely translated,
means oral promises from the landlord
won't carry the day.
Yeah. Okay.
Mm. Babies.
Can I now share my wonderful news?
I'm all ears.
Marian Natches is about to die.
Um, that's not the wonderful part.
It is, in fact, extremely tragic,
as is the loss of any human life...
but what's wonderful is that Marian Natches
- is David De La Cruz's mother. - _
Bill?
And why do I care?
You care because David De La Cruz is the man
that we have to deliver to Federal Court.
Without his testimony, some terrifying men go free.
Yeah? How terrifying?
Look.
Murder, extortion, drug trafficking.
Okay, pretty terrifying.
Yeah, and De La Cruz got caught driving their drugs.
Okay, so he used that stolen credit card
to buy a casket in Lewiston,
and as long as his mother is hanging on,
I figure he's likely to remain within the jurisdiction.
Sons who buy their mothers' caskets would, I imagine,
stick around to go to the funeral.
Speaking of sons, he has two of them...
Victor and Miguel, ages six and eight.
Mother is deceased,
and he pulled them out of school two weeks ago.
Right, this shit took his two sons on the run with him?
Yeah.
Okay.
We got any theme parks nearby?
What?
You know, theme parks are...
He's hiding out with two kids in tow.
Yeah. Um, there's Cedar Point in Sandusky,
but, um, they're too small for that. But, um...
All right, just... Just make me a list, will ya,
of all the kid-friendly nuisances
within a 50-mile radius of the hospice.
Okay. On it.
Yeah, who else around here can say that,
straight A's at Harvard?
You know you don't have to do this, right, Dad?
- You're right. I don't. - _
But I want to celebrate my son coming home from school.
Can't wait to see you, kid.
What are you doing on the phone, anyway?
I thought I told you...
Thought I told you not to be talking
while you're driving, right?
Yeah, okay.
I'm gonna give you a sponge bath.
I made the water nice and warm,
the way you like it.
Okay.
I'm being careful around this guy.
Don't worry.
Did you not do your... Come on.
Come on, a little more mobilization.
Tomorrow, I think you're gonna feel better.
There we go.
One more.
Good.
All right, let's get this stinky arm of yours.
Up.
Come on.
There we go.
I know you like pointing over there.
There we go... Between your fingers.
Okay, good.
Very pretty day today, Brady.
Looking good... Numbers are looking g...
Ahh. Ah.
_
I know what I saw.
He's alive.
Yes, we know he's alive.
We tend not to tube the dead ones.
No, I mean alive, alive.
He was looking at me.
He was conscious.
That's not possible.
Wait, h... his brain activity is spiking.
It could simply be an anomaly. It doesn't mean that he's...
An anomaly that just happened to coincide
with him looking at her?
You put her up to this so we wouldn't move him?
Jesus, Pettimore, even his heart rate's elevated.
The only thing you see in him is your own celebrity, Felix.
The amount of cash spent on one criminal
just cost us a drug treatment program
that was helping hundreds.
His beta levels are that of a conscious mind.
I've never seen this before.
No one has.
I think he's in there.
The fuck?
What just happened?
I-I don't know.
His waves are slowing.
I am telling you, I saw consciousness.
Okay, quantify that.
Did he smile? Did he blink? Did he vocalize?
I've worked with vegetative patients for six years.
I can tell the difference.
He's in there.
Okay.
Until this happens a second time, it's a glitch.
Nobody say a word about this.
Mister, you got any quarters?
Beg your pardon?
I really need a quarter.
What you need is a napkin.
Douche.
Douche yourself.
? Happy birthday to you ?
? Happy birthday, dear Gabby ?
? Happy birthday to you ?
I need a goddamn cigarette.
Taking a break, huh?
Yeah, trying to.
Mind if I ask you something?
You working here long?
Oh, yeah. Too long.
You seen these two kids coming in here at all?
They look, uh, kind of familiar, I guess.
I don't know. If I recognize them,
then they've probably been in here more than once.
You sure?
Am I sure? No.
All these kids look alike, truth be told.
Plus I can't see shit through that mask.
I actually try not to look at the little bastards.
Most are overstimulated glucose addicts.
So, which is it?
Did you see them or not?
I'd say a hard probably.
You've seen one, you've seen 'em all, right?
So, is this your job, tracking down little kids?
You mean to compare careers?
So, what happened in there?
Absolutely nothing.
Pettimore and Babineau both showed up
for "absolutely nothing"?
- Yeah. - Oh, Sadie.
- What? - I've played poker with you.
You're the one with no chips an hour into the night.
Nothing happened.
He looked right at me.
What?
Hartsfield.
He looked right at me.
Shut up.
Don't tell anyone, okay?
Pettimore will flip his shit if this gets out.
Course not, honey... Lips sealed.
He gives me the creeps.
He does that to everybody, sweetie.
Nancy, you're not gonna believe this.
Yeah?
Any luck?
Yeah, I got a "hard probably" from a man who dresses as a pig.
O-On purpose?
It would appear so.
Um, okay.
I'd check the water park next.
I mean, it's not too...
Bill?
Hello? Bill?
Holly? Holly?
Are there any camp grounds around here?
You're never gonna catch me!
I'm almost there!
Oh, look at that one!
Watch out for that fire pit!
Where's Ryan?
Don't even think about it.
Please. I'm begging you.
I get that a lot.
- Dad? - It's okay.
What's going on?
Stay here.
You have a date in court, Mr. De La Cruz.
I'm your escort.
Do you know the facts about the case?
You know, if you'd done your homework,
you know I don't got a record before this.
I'm not in the drug business.
I was a courier. Period.
I had no idea I was delivering narcotics.
Do I look like a judge to you?
You look like a human being.
Don't be fooled.
Maybe even a dad.
Look, if you bring me in, I'm a dead man.
The government either locks me up
or the cartel kills me for cooperating.
Dad!
They're looking for you in the South...
Also the entire Eastern Seaboard.
My advice, go west and burn that stolen credit card.
Don't be waiting for your mother to die.
They're all over it.
Thank you.
Just remember where you were five months ago.
Mm-hmm. Deep.
Oh, that's good.
Deep stretch. Mm-hmm.
Come this way.
That's really good.
That's really, really good.
All right.
Back to center.
Ah, you got that.
Amazing!
That was awesome.
Yeah.
- Yeah, right. - Well done, dude.
Hey, you hear Hartsfield woke up?
He's not in a coma anymore.
How? Really?
Who knows where this could lead?
Trial-of-the-Century shit, yo.
Wait, what? Is that guy serious?
No.
I-I heard he had, like, a tiny spike in his EEG.
That's it.
Don't listen to him.
Come on.
Focus.
I mean, Sadie's a bit off, but she never stuck me as a liar.
Well, she's adamant.
I have no reason to doubt her.
And you definitely saw activity on the EEG?
He's barely been delta this whole time.
Today he went to beta.
Fucking Pettimore still has a hard-on
to transfer him to Crestmore.
You cannot let him get transferred.
What about Montez?
He's desperate to try Hartsfield, right?
He can't do that unless the defendant regains consciousness.
That's true.
So convince Montez there's a chance
as long as Brady continues treatment.
I don't know. Maybe he can apply some influence.
So, you've gone a little soft.
It's not the worst thing.
It is for a skip-tracer.
Come on, we just opened the office eight months ago.
See, you know, I got people relying on me, you know?
Yeah, and by people, you mean Holly?
Yeah. She could have a future in it.
She's really good.
But I have to be there to teach her the ropes, right?
Bill, you were a good cop.
Chasing bad guys, that's your thing.
Preying on... On people down on their luck...
Not your thing.
I know.
What?
I think I've reached that stage.
What stage?
The stage that comes after keeling over from a heart attack
and seeing your best friend dropping dead of one...
That stage.
I've lost me moorings a bit.
You don't need to work. Hmm?
Is it about making money?
I need to be of value, and my job gave me that, you know?
Okay, Brady gave me that.
Also gave you a heart attack.
Yeah.
Why don't you simply enjoy life, hmm?
Just stop worrying about finding the value in it.
What if I'm not built for that?
Thought about a hobby?
Gazebo building?
Okay.
I do like the odd jigsaw.
I was thinking of embroidery maybe.
Hmm.
Maybe you could teach me something.
Billy...
Just settle up?
Yeah.
Brace yourself... He's not a pretty sight.
Have you ever seen any of his victims?
No, I didn't work here then.
I have, every single one... Including the infant.
Oh, shit.
Told you he'd be lurking.
Watch this. Jon!
It's Jon, right?
And you're Tony?
That's right. Want a fry?
No, I'm good.
Uh, coming to check on my rock star.
Want to come with us?
So, you guys are making a lot of progress with this guy, huh?
Hartsfield?
I wouldn't get too excited.
No?
There'd have to be a lot more data to trump my skepticism.
And how are we supposed to gather that data
if you transfer the patient, Jon?
Even if Dr. Babineau's
most optimistic projections proved true,
it could be years before Hartsfield's fit for trial.
And that's a galactic "if."
Well, luckily, I'm the soul of patience.
We don't have the money or the time.
- I've made that clear. - Hey, man, I hear you.
My unit in the D.A.'s... You know, Homicide...
We have the biggest budget of the all the units
and it's still never enough.
And as for time, shit.
Actually, we had to kick the can down the road
on one of you guys recently.
Um, shit, what's his name? Lance something-something?
Russo. Dr. Lance Russo.
That's the dude.
Now, the malpractice part is clear,
but did his actions lead to criminal negligence?
Did the supervisors know about it, or the board, right?
Do doctors at Mercy Gen' get away with murder?
And if they don't, have they in the past?
Is it isolated or systemic?
See, these are the kinds of questions that I was asking
before I ran out of time.
Caseload was too heavy.
But if I wasn't waiting around for Hartsfield,
I'd have all the free time in the world.
There'd be a fucking feast of time.
Four weeks.
I'm sorry?
Eight. Eight weeks.
Can't thank you enough, Jon.
Dr. Babineau to 102 for immediate consult.
Uh, you go ahead.
I'll see you in a few minutes.
You in there, my friend?
Huh?
More than you know.
How do you feel about pain?
How do you I feel about pain?
I don't have feelings, you prick.
What the fuck?
You dished a lot of it out.
I got to assume you can take it, right?
What the fuck are you doing?
Take your hands off my balls, you fucking faggot!
If you're not enjoying this...
just say so, my man.
And I'll stop.
I'm paralyzed, you dumb fuck.
Can I feel it?
Can I fucking feel it?
Can you feel my dick?
Sorry, Mom, don't be jealous.
My mom used to do that to me when I was a little boy.
You think I'm scared of you?
Come on. Seize that moment.
Occupandi temporis, you little bitch.
Seize the moment.
You speak Latin, you fucking prick?
Squeeze away, motherfucker.
I'm so far away from you
and so much closer than you'll ever fucking know.
You fucking prick.
I'm gonna get you.
Hey.
What?
- Hmm. - What?
Dad always let you dress like that?
Like what?
Like...
I don't know. Not you?
Girl's gotta grow up.
Yeah. That's... That's true.
I-I was kidding. It was a joke.
It's a joke.
Dog, could you tell her it was a joke, please?
Thank you.
Sadie, you're fine. Go.
Okay.
Come on.
Are you with me?
Sadie?
Come on. Are you with me?
Are you with me, Sadie?
Door.
What we have...
is just between you and me.
You shouldn't have told anyone.
I can't have you running around
blabbing our secrets.
Wow.
Do you realize how pretty you are, Sadie?
Such a beautiful girl.
Your hair.
Oh, soft hair.
Soft skin.
Your lips.
And your neck.
Your lovely neck.
I kiss your neck, Sadie.
Do you know that I've never been camping?
Ugh. I wish I could say the same.
Why? You don't like nature, or...
Well, not philosophically opposed.
I just prefer toilets.
Tents are very expensive, you know?
I mean, the high-ends ones are, anyway.
Like De La Cruz's tent, his tent cost $499.
I found it online.
So, what are you asking me?
Well, I'm not asking you anything.
I just, you know, want to make sure that I have some clarity.
Okay, go on.
Okay, so you found De La Cruz's tent.
Him and his kids weren't there,
then you talked to the guy who's camping next to him
who said that De La Cruz and his kids left for good?
That's pretty much how it happened, yeah.
I don't see how this guy could possibly know that De La Cruz
was gone for good, especially when his tent was still there.
The man is running for his life with his kids.
Maybe his tent isn't his top priority.
Anyway, stolen credit card, right?
I mean, he's not out of pocket.
I mean, I guess that makes sense.
Wow! Look at this!
Oh, they got the color wrong.
It's supposed to be crimson.
Blue for a boy.
It's perfect.
So, if De La Cruz left the campsite, where do you think...
How 'bout we give this a rest and go to a party?
- Okay. - Working day is over.
Don't obsess.
Okay.
But what if there's another cake?
- What? No. - What if someone brought another cake?
Listen, put it down there if you're embarrassed about it.
It's all right. Just put it over.
- Just here? - Yeah.
- There you go. More there? - Yeah.
Keep going. Good. Good, good, good, good.
- It's pink. - Kermit!
Hey! There he is.
That's a bit informal, isn't it?
Is the Ivy League no manners?
Okay, that's how you want to do it,
faux-hostile banter and shit?
Give me a hug!
- How you doing, man? - I'm all right.
- Oh, look at this.
- Yeah. - Yeah, what's going on there, now?
Trying to... Trying to be like you...
Young detective over here.
- Oh, well, you got... - It's not... It's not this white.
Yeah, well, you got to do better.
- Holly! I didn't even see you. - Hi.
Ah, you look so good.
Oh. Thank you. You too.
Um, I got you a cake.
A lot of hugs.
- How you doing? - Congratulations, man.
- Thank you. Good to see you. - Fantastic.
- Um... - Oh, it's in a box and everything.
Yeah. So... Okay, so...
- I'm excited. - it's not exactly right, but...
- It's blue, Holly. - I know.
I-I told them that I wanted it to be crimson.
- They made it... - Look. Crimson.
I know! I-I... They messed it up.
I love it so much. Thank you. I mean, you got the name right.
Has Dr. Babineau left for the day?
Yep, I saw him go.
Can you watch the desk, hon? I got to make a quick call.
Betcha.
Enter this for me.
It needs to go in tonight.
Do it yourself, bitch.
What the fuck?
I'm fucking filing?
Now I'm fucking filing shit for you now?
So, life good? Grades good?
Everything's rock-solid on all counts, yeah.
Now, that's an answer that wouldn't pass a polygraph.
Well, Dad lost a big contract today...
Can barely pay himself, so...
Oh, shit.
Yeah, I don't have a summer job,
but other than that, everything is good.
Can't complain.
How 'bout you?
I spend me whole day complaining.
That I know.
Tell you what...
Pete was helping me rebuild Ida's gazebo.
I could throw you a couple of bucks.
Yeah. Definitely.
Great.
I-I'm sorry about that, by the way.
Ah, yeah. Yeah.
Good man.
Lived good, died shitty.
Are you doing okay?
Asked and answered.
Oh.
Well, I'll tell you,
I'll give you your space for now, man, you know?
"Now, man"?
And I-I'll be here for you when you...
When you're ready to drop the act, you know...
- No, don't... - because it's... Sorry.
Ah, no! I-I didn't want to interrupt.
He's... He's got all college-y on us.
I didn't want to interrupt. I just came to see...
- Oh, no, no! - Can I get you something else?
Thanks, no, no. It was great, really. I'm...
- Burger? - No, I'm trying to be good, really.
- Yeah, I understand. Beer? - No, no, honestly, thank you.
I'll take a beer.
Come on.
Uh, okay, okay, okay.
- Think about it. - Why not? Why not?
Holly seems pretty excited about the new business.
Yeah.
On a scale of 1-10... Your dad being a 10...
I'd say she's about a 9.
Or a 20.
Aww, thank you.
- Thanks, Pop. - You're a gentlemen.
I'm growing up.
Apparently so.
Yep. 10.
So, here's to you.
What number would you be?
Oh, you know me. I'm not the excitable type.
Yeah, right.
I'd like to call bullshit on that one.
Asked and answered.
Do you want some cake?
Here you go. I hope you like it.
It was supposed to be red, not blue, but sorry about that.
Do you want some cake?
I hope you like it.
Yeah, they got the... color wrong.
I've been wanting to talk to you all day.
He's awake.
Fucking hell, he's awake?
Did he talk?
No, God, no.
But he looked right at another nurse, right in her eyes.
I'll be over shortly.
Bill, you all right? What's wrong?
- Brady. - Brady?
He's awake.
Yeah, just tell your dad thanks a lot, will ya,
and m-make sure Holly gets back.
Bill.
Son, I want to show Rich your report card.
Run up and get it for me.
Uh, yeah, c-colleges don't make report cards, Dad.
Okay, well, whatever, your grades.
Go. I'm gonna be over here.
Okay.
Hey. Where'd Bill go?
Uh, he left.
But he didn't say goodbye.
Yeah.
He said something about Brady waking up, and then...
Wait. Brady woke up?
Yeah, I don't know, Holly.
Just stick around, okay? I want to catch up.
You've been window shopping for months,
and now you're finally getting it.
What changed, darling?
It was time.
_
How was the party?
Mm, it was slightly more enjoyable than Pete's funeral
because no one was crying, but the food wasn't nearly as good.
Hmm.
Have you seen Bill?
He left the party earlier, and he's not answering my calls.
He'll turn up.
He always does.
He never leaves the lights on for when he comes home.
He says he doesn't want to pay the electric company
more than he has to, but I think that he just prefers the dark.
There's nothing wrong with a little darkness.
Night.
Take me out of this room.
Go outside.
Um...
get me out of this fucking hospital.
Let's go for a walk, okay?
Let's go for a walk.
Mm. Mm-hmm.
Come on!
Dare I say it... We take the stairs?
Holy fuck.
Going down?
No, thank you.
There is a fucking God.
There's a God. There's a fucking God.
There's a fucking God.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck. Um, get a knife.
Get a fucking knife.
Get a fucking... Get a... scalpel.
Get a scalpel, Sadie.
You look the same to me.
Don't mean to interrupt.
Are you family?
You could say as much.
I should get going.
I didn't mean to scare you.
I'm, um...
Just following protocol.
Yep.
You didn't scare me.
Time's up, you fat fuck.
I thought I told you to stay at the nurses' station.
Fuck!
Go back to the desk.
Yeah, yeah. Okay.
What's going on with him?
Fuck if I know.
Get out of here, Bill. Go.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fuck!
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