Previously on "Mr. Mercedes...
You know what I don't get?
Why don't you finish the fucking job?
Mercy was my mistake.
Get your hands off me.
Time is money, right?
And you've got a lot riding on Brady's recovery,
you and your Chinese pharmaceutical affiliates.
You need to wake Hartsfield up before this
all blows up in our faces and it all gets shut down.
Trip? Where are we taking a trip?
- I didn't say "we." - Why not?
I'm in.
Someone broke into my house, stole my gun,
and then killed my dog.
Hey, Ma, I found a new toy.
Results came back from the blood on Library Al's car.
- It's canine. - Police!
Hands where we can see them!
Reggie!
- Don't move! - Hey, Al!
You motherfucker!
You killed my fucking dog!
I didn't do anything!
Olly, olly, oxen free.
Come on out, Brady.
That's what we used to say as kids playing hide-and-seek.
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This fucking procedure better work.
Did I say that correctly?
Perfectly.
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Good morning.
Morning.
I mentioned to him several times
that he needs to get a new table.
And new cabinets, but...
he never gets rid of anything, so...
You think it's nostalgia or neglect?
I don't know.
I chose this table.
Well, you know, it's very nice.
- It's just... - It wobbles. I know.
Well, it's not the table.
It's the floor.
It's just a little warped.
I never noticed that.
Guests don't notice that sort of thing.
Right.
Morning.
I should go. So...
I'll see you at work, Bill.
- Bye. - See ya.
- Bye. - Bye-bye.
Bye.
Good morning.
It really is a work of art, so help me.
Damn straight. Here.
- Coffee? - Did you get breakfast?
No, I'm running out of time.
But don't let me stop you.
I'm not that hungry.
Yeah, that's what comes with obsessing
about Brady Hartsfield.
Brady who?
Well, better not carry that with you to Ireland,
not if I'm going with you.
You'll go?
- Will you? - Of course.
Body and soul?
Only way I roll these days.
"Only way I roll these days."
Don't say too "roll"!
That's too hip.
That's not who you are.
Yeah? Who's me?
Who is me? Who is me?
Old-school.
Make sure you get plane tickets. I'm not taking a boat.
You mean like a jet?
No, don't say "jet."
- Jets not good either. - Jet liner?
No, worse!
Hey. Allright
Well, I guess...
I guess I'll dig up my passport then.
Okay.
See if I can find a travel agency.
Travel agency? My God.
Do they still have those?
I don't know.
Well, don't ever change.
Hey! Ida, good morning.
Hi there, Donna. Nice to see you.
- You, too. You, too. - Ida.
Bye.
- See you later. - See you later.
- You good? - Yep.
She's looking great.
Yeah.
Always has a good head on her shoulders.
Probably why she left me.
- Have a good day. - You, too.
Doctor.
As you can see, we're getting our strongest readings
yet on the EEG.
Electrode. Okay.
I'm using a stimulating depth electrode to reconnect
the Wernicke's and Broca's region,
which should fully restore
the patient's capacity for speech.
Nurse Scapelli, I think we're ready.
As we establish the neurological connections,
we're gonna simultaneously introduce visual stimuli
to the patient, which should encourage him to speak.
This is why, of course, we've done an awake craniotomy.
He should be talking in no time.
Do you remember driving this truck, Brady?
Do you know what car this is?
Best German technology.
Do this have any significance to you?
Who's this woman, Brady?
Now the patient's reacting very strongly to the visual stimuli.
That's a short, concrete sign off progress.
How can it be that the left temporal lobe
appears completely regenerated on the MRI?
The patient has shown indications
of consciousness during the fMRI,
and you claim to have repaired this "broken circuit,"
yet the patient is still nonverbal?
Clearly, you're missing something.
Sir, you... you can't expect the patient
to give full sentences when he's on the operating table.
I can expect him to communicate as you claim
he did yesterday, however.
We left meetings in New York for this?
The patient is gonna need speech therapy
as well as a host of other treatments
before he's fully verbal.
Would you try to communicate
if you were facing trial for murder?
I expected expertise.
Instead, I get excuses.
Can I have a moment alone with the patient, please?
Now.
Brady, I don't think you realize
what position you're in right now.
You see, I can make you do anything I want.
I can make your fingers curl.
Or your face twitch.
I can change you from the inside out.
I could place this electrode in your hypothalamus
and you'd be a sweet, little puppy dog.
Puppy dog?
Puppy?
Woof!
All you have to do is say "stop."
Say it.
Say it, Brady.
Come on. Woof!
Say it. Come on.
Say it, Brady. Come on.
I'm coming for you.
I know you want me to stop. Say it.
Maybe I'll...
pay you a visit.
Maybe I'll...
open your skull.
Fuck.
I'll take care of this for you.
Mr. Jursak?
- Hi, how are you, sir? - Hello.
Yeah, hey, I just wanted to introduce myself to you.
I'm sorry. I don't know.
Yeah, I just wanted to get your scent on me
so all the dogs can learn it.
I'm with the canine unit.
We'll be seeing you, motherfucker.
Hey, that's harassment. My... Hey!
- Asshole! - Reggie! Reggie! Reggie, no!
Please, please, please. Reggie, come on.
Can we just get to the car, please?
Asshole. Come on. Let's go.
You're gonna love it.
They're fantastic.
Here you go. It's authentic.
So...
This text.
I don't know if I even saw it.
But you do know.
I do know.
An idea, though.
I'm here.
It's the doctor, right?
I mean...
I watched Hartsfield for almost a year...
nothing.
So, it's the doctor and his wife, right?
Surgeries, drugs.
I would say so, yeah.
Well, remove those things.
And we get Babineau transferred?
No, get Brady transferred.
Ship him off to Crestmore.
It's a dumping ground for gorks.
They get nothing there but the bare minimum.
No state-of-the-art contraptions?
No cutting-edge drugs.
Surgeries?
No stimulants of any kind?
Fucking warehouse.
What's this place called?
Crestmore.
And we can keep an eye on him.
What do you need?
My tablet.
It's at the house, Al.
- Where? - I don't know.
It's in the den. I don't know.
I need to know where it is.
Al, you need to calm down.
Calm down!
- No, no, no, you got to stop the car. - Take a breath.
No, no. Reggie, Re-Reggie,
you got to stop the car right now.
Al, stop this. Right now.
Come on. Reggie, please!
Okay, okay, I gotcha, I gotcha, I gotcha.
- I got to get out. - Al, you got to stop.
I don't understand. I don't understand.
- Al... - I don't understand.
Al, you got to calm down. Al.
No, no, I didn't... I did not kill a dog.
- I don't understand. - You're being charged
with several crimes, Al.
I did not kill a dog.
The dog's the least of the charges.
I've been doing a little research for us
Malicious killing of an animal is...
it's just a first-degree misdemeanor.
You'll serve 90 days in jail.
- You got to explain to me. - I don't know what you're...
- Breaking and entering? - No.
It's the same...
90 days, $1,000 fine,
but it's the burglary, Al.
Burglary.
It's Class C felony.
Maximum three years in prison,
and the prosecutor...
the prosecutor, he wants to charge you with burglary.
I did not kill a dog!
Al, they've got you on tape!
You know, the bloody gloves,
your boots, the knife.
Mr. Patel saw you
burning your clothes in the backyard.
I don't have...
God.
Reggie, Reggie...
I-I just don't remember my days lately, Reggie.
I don't remember my days.
I don't...
S-see, I...
Since... Something...
i-i-i-is living in my brain.
It comes and goes.
I don't know.
It comes and goes.
W-w-when it goes,
it leaves a trail of slime.
I can't remember anything.
I can't think.
- Hey. - Help me.
Whatever this is, Al, whatever this is,
I'll help you.
I'm gonna get you help.
Okay?
We'll get through this, me and you.
I'll get you help.
'Cause your heart is good.
You have a good heart.
Help me.
Help me. Please.
You... you left the coffee maker on last night.
Shuts itself off after four hours.
Yeah, but it could malfunction and start a fire, you know...
I did not know that.
Now I do.
Yes.
So, Ireland?
Yep, Ireland.
With Donna.
Yeah.
Cross the pond.
The what?
It's an expression.
- It means the Atlantic Ocean. - That doesn't make sense.
I mean, no one would ever confuse the Atlantic Ocean
with a pond.
You got me there.
So, when was the last time you went back?
I never went back.
Really? Never for, like,
birthdays,
- funerals, or... - No, or bar mitzvahs
or weddings or hangings.
Interesting.
- I thought that... - What?
Well, I don't know.
I just thought that maybe you would've gone back
a few times by now.
Well, I'm going back now.
Maybe I'll go home, too.
You think that's wise?
Yeah.
You know, I can, um, show my mother
how much I've grown.
That doesn't much work with mothers in my experience.
That does not fill me with confidence.
Who will feed Fred?
Maybe Ida.
Ida gets her hands on Fred, I'll never get him back.
Or Jerome?
No thanks.
Okay.
Lou?
Who's asking?
I'm Felix Babineau.
I'm Brady Hartsfield's doctor.
What the fuck do you want?
I know he's conscious.
He's in there way more than he lets on.
Yeah, no shit, dude.
I know he's in there.
His rage, his sickness,
his fucked-up energy.
Who are you to him?
Just a girl that he stabbed, you know?
Makes us pretty intimate.
He's...
been inside me in a way that nobody ever has.
What did you say to him in the hospital?
I asked him why he spared my life.
Coulda killed me.
He was thinking about it.
But then, he just walked away.
You want a beer?
No. Thank you.
I can't... I can't wrap my mind around it no matter what I do.
He cared about you.
He cared for no one.
No. He cared for you.
I can't help you reconcile that,
but I don't think denying it is in any way healthy, either.
Wow, you sound like my shrink.
I think you get to him.
I think whatever shred of a heart
lives inside of Brady Hartsfield exists for you.
Help me draw him out.
I can... I can hire you as my assistant.
Help me prove that the brain has more plasticity
than we ever believed
and that motherfucker is conscious,
actively engaged, and verbal.
What... What would I have to do?
I heard you're good with computers.
You used to work with them?
Okay, one of my theories is that
Brady's manipulating the machinery in his room,
which is all computer-based.
He's doing what now?
If that was happening, you'd able to find
his cyber fingerprints or whatever, right?
Yeah, once I understood the machines.
I could do that.
Good.
You tell us everything you know about Hartsfield.
His... His weakness, his... his... his triggers.
And we can experiment, find some different approaches,
see if that works.
So, I'm, like, the lab rat?
Yeah, and the cheese.
Dr. Babineau,
I don't know if you've noticed or not, but...
I'm not exactly killing it right now,
so, if you want me anywhere near Brady Hartsfield,
you're gonna have to pay me a lot more than your assistant.
Let's talk numbers.
It's dead.
- Reggie? - Yeah?
What's happened? It's dead.
Well, it probably needs a charge.
Where's the charger?
- I don't know. - I don't know.
- I need to find it. - Maybe it's in the other room.
Try next door.
Found it!
Good.
Al, come on. I made you a sandwich.
- Okay. - Come on. Sit down.
- Get over here. - I'm plugging it in.
You must be starving from last night. Come on.
Is it good?
Do you remember...
Do you remember when you were eight
and you jumped into Mrs. Wright's back yard
to get the ball, and the dog bit you?
Bumper.
That was his name?-
Bumper. You're right.
It was.
You remember what Mom and Dad said,
and even Mrs. Wright's boyfriend said should happen to the dog?
"Bumper should be put down."
That's right. He did.
But not you. No.
Not you with your six stitches in your calf.
- What did you say? - He was only doing his job.
And you saved that dog's life.
He still never liked me.
He never liked anyone.
He wasn't a likable dog.
That didn't matter to you.
What mattered to you is he lived.
You would never harm an animal, Al.
- I know that. - I would not, Reggie.
I know.
So...
you said, um...
you said something about...
something inside you, something in...
in your brain that leaves a slime trail?
I think...
I think there's some kind of door in me.
A door?
It's something, -
someone comes through that door.
And they make the real me go... whoosh...
far away,
but I dream him.
I find him there when I'm sleeping.
I see him, Reggie.
Who? You see who?
I don't know.
You do. I can see it in your eyes.
Wh-o do you see? - Please don't make me say it.
Al, it's okay. It's safe.
Talk to me. Who is it?
Brady Hartsfield.
You...
You think Brady Hartsfield is inside you?
No, no, no.
But he's been inside of me.
And he'll come back again.
Al, I think, you... you know, your job is... is...
is really stressful.
Maybe...
maybe we should take some time off?
Let's get out of town.
Let's go to the cabin. What about the cabin?
- Sure. - Absolutely.
- Today. - Well, in the next few days.
No, no, no, no. We got to go today.
It's okay. I got you.
- You're okay. - Not if we stay here.
Reggie. I'll die, Reggie.
No, Reggie, we have to go.
Okay, okay, okay. We'll pack.
- Come on. - All right.
Get your bag.
Why can't you wait until this whole thing blows over?
Because they want me on a flight with them to Beijing now.
And how long are you planning on staying?
However long it takes to make sure that the union between
Ji�nkang Ni and Vitalta is secure.
What would've happened if I didn't come home for lunch?
Come on, Felix.
Of course I was gonna call you.
I'm gonna be gone for three days.
Four days, tops.
Th-th-this isn't a good time for me.
I need you here right now.
Honey, did you just stutter?
You haven't stuttered in years.
- They can wait. - They can't wait.
You know, I can just imagine the scenario.
Can I have that back please?
You're in Beijing when the lid blows off this thing.
They go looking for a fall guy.
I wonder who they're gonna come to.
The lid is not going to blow off of this.
- No? - No.
Then stay.
Felix, my company's demanding I go.
They're demanding it?
Let me talk to them.
You're to gonna talk to them.
Berringer's still your immediate superior, right?
He must've signed off on this. I can speak to him.
I can convince him to give you a few more days.
Felix, give me my passport.
Tell me the truth.
I'm telling you the truth.
Cora, I'm gonna ask you one more time.
Did Vitalta demand that you go to China?
You've got five seconds.
5...
4...
3...
- 2... - No.
Okay, no.
So much for being in this together.
There you go.
All right, kiddo.
- Just the rods and we're good to go. - Okay.
There.
- Is that it? - That's us.
- We're ready to go. - I'll be right back.
- Where are you going? - In the house a second.
Al, where are you going?
We got to get out of here, Al. Come on.
Al!
Al, come on, we got to go.
Al?
Al!
Hey.
What are you doing?
I've been waiting for you for 10 minutes out there.
I was just getting ready.
Getting things ready.
Ready for what?
Your haircut.
Look at you... you're all shag.
You haven't cut your hair in, what, three weeks?
You're all split ends, man.
What are you talking about?
You're the one that wanted to rush out of here.
You know, you're right about that, but...
- We have plenty of time. - You got to make it quick.
It's gonna be dark before we get there.
It's just gonna be a trim.
You're so right.
Just don't cut it too short this time.
No, no. Just a trim.
I told you. Just a little bit off the back.
Yeah. And...
a little bit of a spritz there.
There we go.
Any rifles there?
- What? - At the cabin.
- Any rifles? - No, there's no rifles.
What are you talking about?
Money. What about money?
You got any money stashed there?
Do we have any here?
Al, I used all the money for your bail.
- What are you... - Right, right, right.
Of course. So...
What are you talking about?
Let's just...
tidy you up a little, shall we?
Now, remember... not too short?
Take it nice and close.
Just a little trim.
Around the ear.
Razor.
I'm not Al.
I'm Brady Hartsfield.
Gun! Get the gun, man.
- Beautiful day. - Hey.
- Hiya. - Hiya.
I have a deposition in its fourth hour,
and I have another page of questions to go, so...
And so, you'll be sleeping at your place tonight I take it?
Well, you know, you never know.
I could crack and just give it all up.
Here's to cracking.
I just came from my travel agent.
What?
- Told you. - The man still has
a travel agent, ladies and gentlemen.
All right, tell me you got cardboard tickets, typewriter font.
They're computer printed.
They're very modern.
It's just the itinerary, basically.
So, where are you taking me?
Well, we're flying into Dublin,
but I think we're going down to Clonakilty.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
God's country, as my mother used to say.
In a good way or a bad way?
Yeah, you wouldn't know with my mother.
It's a beautiful place, though.
Be nice to see it again.
In Dublin, are we... you're just gonna...
Guess we just bounce through there.
Father's family are worse than yours.
Nah, it's beautiful down there, though.
Honestly, it's pretty scenic.
You're gonna have a great time,
and they'll be telling us stories and lies all day long.
Anyway, yeah...
It's gonna be a good time.
Finally taking me to Ireland.
- Yeah. - I am.
Holy shit.
What's wrong with that?
Holy shit.
- What? - Are we ready for this?
I don't fucking... Of course, we are.
Come on. Well, one way to find out.
All right, well, I am going to go kick someone's ass
and I will try to get by after work.
- Okay, hurry up. - Right.
There's a spare key in Ida's if you're back before me.
- In Ida's? - Fuck off.
No, you fuck off.
- She's a neighbor. - Okay.
- Hey, top of the morning! - Geez.
You're not coming now if you start that.
So, help me out here.
Two weeks ago, you strong arm me into keeping Brady Hartsfield,
but now you want him gone?
That's about the size of it.
Babineau's been experimenting on Hartsfield
using drugs not approval by the FDA,
possibly engaging in surgeries that you don't know about.
He did one on him today.
Craniotomy.
Any witnesses?
Just his surgical team.
You could pull them in, interrogate them,
and maybe we'd get something, but to what end?
What's your objective here?
We want Brady Hartsfield gone.
Shipped to Crestmore.
Why now?
One of his nurses threw herself off your roof.
And landed at your feet.
And another of your volunteers killed his dog
and spread the blood all over the porch.
- Like, what do you... - How much more
bad publicity do you want?
Strangest thing...
you know St. John's, of course, right?
Yeah, I was born there.
- So was my daughter. - The last 10 days,
some interesting data has crossed my desk.
Every time there's a story on Hartsfield, they mention Mercy Gen'.
Every magazine article.
Several are national... not local.
Same thing.
ER walk-ins at St. John's, down 9%.
And guess how much ER walk-ins that Mercy Gen' are up.
Appointments in Oncology, Radiology, PT...
all fall into the same upward trend.
So, he's good for business? Is that your answer?
It's my current calculation.
This isn't just about Babineau.
You didn't meet me here because you're concerned
about a doctor's ethics.
What are you so terrified of?
Brady Hartsfield is the flea on a rat's dick
at the dawn of the Black Death.
He's a pestilence.
You don't fuck around with it.
You get rid of it as far away from people as you possibly can
or you'll regret it every day for the rest of your life.
Does that clear it up for you?
You asked.
And I ain't saying he's wrong.
Bill.
What? Gross.
Meat.
No, Bill! Not again.
What?
Burnt.
Wait... Shoot.
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Harts-field! Harts-field!
Bill!
Gross.
Okay.
Hey, Ida.
Can I help you, Bill?
Can you help me?
That's a bit formal, isn't it
You up for a coffee or a spot of tea?
Bill, actually, I can't. I...
Ida? Where do you keep the corkscrew?
Elliot, this is my neighbor Bill.
- Hi, Bill. - How are you doing?
The corkscrew is in the top, drawer
on the right-hand side of stove.
Great. Nice meeting you, Bill.
All the best.
Sorry, I didn't know...
You got a boyfriend now, Ida?
I have a date, Bill.
Night.
H. Gibney?
Hi. Thank you.
You're welcome. You don't have to sign.
O-okay, thank you. Have a good night.
You, too. Bye.
It's perfect.
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I'm gonna fuck you up, Kermit.
Billy?
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