Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...
Ollie Ollie Oxen Free.
Come on out, Brady.
I did not kill a dog!
Al, they've got you on tape!
Now the patient's reacting very
strongly to the visual stimuli.
That's a short, concrete sign off progress.
Yet the patient is still nonverbal?
Clearly, you're missing something.
- What's your objective here? - We want Brady Hartsfield gone.
Shipped to Crestmore.
What did you say to him in the hospital?
I asked him why he spared my life.
So, Ireland? With Donna.
Yep, Ireland.
Thought any more about school? You going back?
- What if I want this life? - That's fine.
Be a part of it with a Harvard degree.
Felix, give me my passport.
Tell me the truth.
Did Vitalta demand that you go to China?
No.
So much for being in this together.
You haven't cut your hair in three weeks?
Now, remember... not too short, huh?
Little trim.
Around the ear.
Razor.
Ohh!
I'm not Al.
I'm Brady Hartsfield.
For a spot of tea?
- Can't I... - Ida?
Elliot, this is Bill.
- Hi, Bill. - How are you doing?
Aah!
Hmm.
Yaah!
- I'm gonna fuck you up, Kermit. - Bill?
- What? - Aah! Hey!
Bill?
Bill!
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Bill? Bill! Dear God.
Bill?
Jesus Christ.
What... What happened?
He was here when I got home.
Well, do you know him?
He was inside the house.
He had a gun.
It's... it's here someplace.
Well, don't worry. I'll find it, I'll find it.
I didn't just shoot him for no reason.
But of course not! I saw it!
I saw the whole fight. He was gonna kill you!
I will testify to that, Bill.
He was in my house.
- Holly. - No, she's not here.
Bill. Bill, listen to me.
I just saw her drive off 20 minutes ago.
She is not here.
Jesus Christ. Come here, sit down.
Here. I beg you.
Oh. Jesus.
Here, can you just give me that?
Ow. It's evidence now.
Seeing fucking stars and comets and ev...
You probably have a c... probably have a concussion.
- Jesus Christ. - Well, if I don't,
it's doing a good bloody imitation of one anyway.
Oh, my God! What the hell happened?
Al... Something... He works in the hospital.
He killed a dog.
Ah... I think I just might puke.
Okay. Elliot, could you get some water or something?
- Sure. - Uh, it's through there
in the kitchen, and call 911.
- Okay. - Also... like a damp towel.
Where else are you hurt?
Uh, my ribs, eh, shoulders, knee, elbow, balls.
Yeah, well, they're certainly big enough...
pretty hard to miss, yeah?
They're on their way.
- Somebody already called them. - Here. Please.
- Put this on his head. - Yeah, thank you.
All right. I'm gonna wait outside for them.
Let me just staunch this. Hold on a minute.
He called me Kermit.
What?
He called me Kermit.
But h-h-how is that possible?
I don't know.
Here, hold still.
Marco.
Polo.
Hi, brother.
Is Mom here?
I told you... She's gone.
Can we watch TV?
Of course we can.
When did they start?
8:58.
I've never seen brain activity this strong.
These are the readings of someone
who stepped on a third rail.
Gotcha.
You can't hide anymore, asshole.
Your public awaits.
So, will I live?
I don't like your vitals, to be honest with you.
You're showing signs of post-concussive trauma.
You're a cheery fuck.
That's the personality type you want
in your paramedic, fucking Carrot Top?
What the fuck is Carrot Top?
Two rounds, huh?
Ah, he kept coming.
He's big, but, uh...
He wouldn't stop.
I'm not judging, I'm just saying
if you'd gone for that headshot first,
- you could've saved a bullet. - Oh, fuck off.
I'll be back.
Uh, the phone... the phone picked up,
and I heard someone scream "I'm gonna"...
"I'm gonna fuck you up, Kermit,"
and, um, uh, then... then there was...
And when you approached the house,
that's when you saw the deceased attempting to...?
Well, Bill was on the floor.
He had him on the floor, he pinned him down,
he was on his back, and the guy was just
pounding and punching and punching his face.
I th... thought he was gonna kill him.
Okay.
Your statements all jibe.
Your ex-wife heard the whole thing on the phone.
- Did you know that? - No, I didn't.
She's the one that called 911.
Good news is it's all cut and dry...
got out of jail, took the gun he stole,
and came looking for you.
Yeah.
It all checks out except the "why" of it all.
Did you talk to to the brother yet?
Just sent a unit over there.
I'll catch up with you at the hospital.
On three. One, two, three.
Hey, wait, wait. What?
- Careful. - What's happening?
Okay, okay. We're gonna go to the hospital.
What's going on?
I don't really need to go to the hospital.
You need a hospital, good man, trust me.
Gentle, gentle.
Hi, Ida.
Jerome, I'm ready to go.
Jerome.
Jerome!
Can you turn off your fucking music for,
- like, one second? - What the hell?
I need a ride to Grace's. You promised.
Whoa, whoa, what is with your attitude lately?
- Attitude? - Yes. Attitude.
You've been stressing everybody out... Pops, me...
- I've been walking around like... - I'm stressing Dad out?
My allowance has been cut in half,
we stopped eating out, and he just got rid of cable
because we can't afford it.
So before you get up all in my face,
look in the mirror, Harvard.
Don't you need a ride?
I can... I can drive you.
I'll walk.
_
Hey. Ida?
Yeah.
Wh... Yes.
Yeah, yeah. I'll be there... I'll be there in a minute, okay?
Okay.
Ida!
- Hi. - Hey.
- Hey, how's he doing? - Oh, Jesus... I-I don't know.
He took a hell of a beating.
I don't know how he's doing now.
- Okay. - What?
- Hey. - Hey.
- Oh, hi. - Uh, well, he, uh, he...
he has a concussion and, uh, some...
some torn ligaments, um, uh, cracked ribs,
which are, uh, are... are gonna hurt like hell,
but he's okay.
- Oh. - Uh, he's alive.
- Wow. Wow. - Okay, good. See?
Everything's fine, all right?
When can we see him?
They're not letting anybody back there.
Believe me, I tried.
Okay, so what happened?
I don't know who this guy was.
It was just an unbelievable fight.
- Bill shot him. - Shot him?
Yeah, dead.
Police are crawling all over his house now.
It's a bad scene.
He cut up his brother, slit his throat.
It was grim, man... looked like some kind of Van Gogh shit.
You saw him with his brother, right?
Make any sense to you?
I know, but it's... it's a slam dunk.
He slashes his brother to death,
and he comes at you with my gun.
Did... Did they get the gun?
I... We got it, and it's bagged for evidence.
Don't worry about it.
The Al Jursak I talked to wasn't the same guy
I killed... not the same guy.
He told me in the street that he had lap...
lapses of memory and stuff.
But just before the second shot,
my... he gave me this look like it was as if he didn't...
he didn't quite know where he was...
...like you were waking out of a nightmare
looking down the barrel of a gun.
And you gave him a head tap anyway?
It was a fraction of a second
as I was pulling the trigger, but...
But in the fraction of a second?
I don't know, it's like he was coming back into his own mind.
And who was he before that?
Brady Hartsfield.
We got to stop looking for rational explanations
for stuff that's... they're unexplainable.
I know what I saw.
Just before I killed this guy, he was Brady Hartsfield...
Called me Kermit for fuck's sake.
Like...
Whether you want to believe it or not, people are dying
'cause he's been kept alive in this hospital.
He is, he is.
Yeah, he's is. He's breathing up in his room.
And he's looking out for the next...
He's looking for the next Library Al, the next Sadie.
Are we gonna just gonna let it go on
'cause we don't want to believe that it can?
I want to make another run at Pettimore.
He's got two dead employees now.
Maybe he's ready to believe that there is such a thing
as bad publicity.
Yeah. Thanks.
You understand what we're both thinking here is...?
Categorically insane.
Are we just gonna let it go on?
Fuck no.
Get some rest.
Thanks.
Have you been here the whole time?
- Please. - Should I...
Oh, don't make me laugh.
- I'm sorry. - It's all right.
It's not your fault.
Whoever, whatever Brady Hartsfield is these days,
he can't keep on hurting people...
You know, not people I...
He can't. You know I won't allow it.
If he is inhabiting people, it's because of the medicine,
you know, the drugs that they're giving him,
and we just have to prove that they're giving him
illegal drugs in order for them to stop
giving him illegal drugs.
Yeah.
That's right.
It all goes away...
This. Us.
It all goes away.
I mean, today you almost...
I didn't.
Yeah, could have, though.
And I can't hold this world sometimes.
I can't... 'cause I know that it doesn't hold me.
It's just... letting me visit.
Yeah. We're renting for sure.
No option to buy.
Oh, sorry.
I wish I could tell you...
what you mean to me...
...and how much that frightens me.
It cuts both ways.
I... I don't like the feeling.
I know.
Caring for people is scary.
Happiness is lovely.
Mm-hmm.
Not... Not really controllable.
You can't tie it to a post.
Uh, um...
Can't get rid of you, can I?
About to say the same thing.
We're moving you to a room upstairs.
Okay.
Funny, I don't remember giving the go-ahead
on open brain surgery.
It was an emergency procedure, all right?
Our deal was that I'd protect you from Pettimore
if you run everything by me...
If he gets an infection, a blood clot,
a fucking paper cut, you run everything by me.
I told you it was an emergency.
I'm telling Pettimore to boot him to Crestmore
as soon as possible.
He moved his hands earlier.
And he's been using the eye-apparatus
to type out messages.
I mean, you... you give me one more month, a-and I swear,
I'll get him walking into court.
We were supposed to be partners in this,
and then you fucking lied to me over and over again.
Now I'm done.
Just one more push and... and the floodgates will open. I swear.
Two of your employees are dead.
But that has nothing to do with him.
- No? - No! I...
The Germans, the Russians, the Chinese...
They're leagues ahead of us in life-saving stem cell research,
all because regulations stymie progress in this country.
If I have a chance to... to...
to save lives, it's my responsibility as a doctor,
as a scientist, to take on those risks.
Maybe...
but it ain't mine.
Say your goodbyes.
What the fuck, Bill? They said you killed Al.
He attacked me.
He was armed.
Two days ago, he killed Montez's dog.
God, it's crazy.
Everyone here is flipping out.
Just give us a few to get him set up in there, okay?
Brian, can you help me, please?
Sure.
We're waiting for our friend, Will.
Hiya, friend.
- Sounds like a dog to me. - Hi, Willie.
- How are you this morning? - Very good.
I have a little surprise. Close your eyes.
- All right, open up. - I'm sick of apples.
- Yeah. - All right.
That's Willie Whistle.
I'm sick of this show.
The pain killers will kick in pretty soon
so you'll get a good night's rest.
We'll run a couple tests in the morning and kick you loose.
- Thanks, Maggie. - Okay.
Visiting hours are almost over, folks.
If you need anything, tell them to beep me.
I'm working a double.
Okay, thanks, Maggie.
Uh...
time for you all to shove off, I think.
Um, I kind of feel like sticking around.
Yeah, me too.
I'll stay for a little bit longer as well, yeah.
Can a man not convalesce in peace, no?
Oh, well, okay... fair enough point.
I'm just gonna be down the hall.
- Go home... all of ya. - Yes, Bill.
You gonna eat this apple sauce?
- Choke on it. - All right. Okay.
Okay, remember that the number-one killer
of hospital patients is staph infections, okay?
So don't get one of those.
Jesus. How do I avoid that?
Um, wash hands often, uh,
keep cuts and scrapes clean and bandaged,
and, um, don't take any personal items from other patients...
especially those with, um,
open wounds and hacking coughs, okay?
Bye.
Ah, pfft.
Rest, okay?
I'll be back in a little bit.
I will.
_
Come on!
Ah... damn it!
Donna! Donna!
Donna.
Hey.
Hey. Hey.
It's okay.
When does it end, huh?
When he's dead.
And he killed a man.
Nobody seems to give a shit about that.
Only to save his own life.
I know. I know.
Of course I know that.
I hate this.
Mm-hmm.
I've never been good at all this...
Yeah.
...mess.
Well, girl,
this is the guy you married.
This is who he is.
Oh, God.
What did you want to eat?
I don't care. I don't...
Anythi... Pretzels. Pretzels.
Whatever.
Hey, Jerome.
Where the hell is Holly?
I don't know.
Oh, for Christ's sake.
You don't get to win.
You do not.
What are we even calling what happened yesterday?
One of your employees went off the beam, killed his brother,
then attempted to kill the man who helped stop Brady Hartsfield
from blowing up 200 people at Edmund Mills.
Yes.
We'll call it "the madness."
The madness, then.
In light of yesterday's madness,
I'm comfortable transferring this patient
the hell out of here.
I'll start the paperwork.
I won't forget this.
I should be getting the Nobel,
not shipping my patient off to hospice.
No.
The higher-ups have called a meeting in about five minutes.
Why?
To review the efficacy of our endeavors
and decide if significant reevaluation is warranted.
What language is that?
If said reevaluation concludes that our potential exposure
is too great or could become so,
the project will be placed in turnaround
or enter a trial period of disintegration.
I just... I don't understand you. Speaking fucking English.
They're terminating the project, Felix.
What?
Liang's concluded that they have
all the trial data that they need
and that it would be best that any evidence
of Cerebellin dies in Crestmore with Hartsfield.
Y-You already told him he's being transferred?
The good news is that Ji�nkang Ni
can use all of our findings to refine the cocktail
and eliminate the side-effects.
- Oh. - And, yes, I told them.
What did you expect me to do?
Help me stop it, maybe?
You don't think things are a little volatile?
So, what, we just... we flush Hartsfield down the toilet,
wait for the perfect specimen to come and sit in our laps?
No.
Felix, your part in this is done.
What the fuck are you talking about?
You're too unstable.
I am not unstable.
You threatened me.
Oh, come on, I didn't th... threaten you.
Yes.
Yes, you did.
You hold my passport hostage?
Fuck you.
Do you hear me?
Fuck... you.
You know, what happened to making a name for ourselves,
"leaving our mark on the history of science,"
"getting the fuck out of Bridgton"?
There were two employee deaths
on your ward in less than a month...
ex-cop, a prosecutor sniffing around,
and glacial progress... that's what happened.
As of now, the FDA has no idea that any of this is happening,
and Liang wants to keep it that way...
especially if he's gonna be selling to American markets
in a couple of years.
And when that happens,
well, no, we didn't change the world,
but we have stock options.
Jesus Christ.
Cora, I'm not in this for stock options.
I don't think you're hearing me...
You're not in this at all anymore.
Um... What about us?
Uh...
Honey,
I'm in this for the long haul.
You know that.
Besides, where would I go?
You have my passport.
Oh, shit.
Wait, wait... I'm gonna come around.
- Wait a minute. - Okay.
- I said wait. What are you doing? - I'm all right...
- Okay, watch out, watch out. - I'm all right. Okay, okay.
I got it, I got it, I got it.
Okay, easy.
- You okay? Can you walk? - Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Just a bit wobbly.
All right. Here. Here. Easy.
- Lock the car, will you? - Yep.
They said I'd be good as new in a few days.
Yeah?
Yeah, like... like it never happened.
- Go ahead, get the door. - Okay. All right, I got it.
Go. Just get the door. It's all right.
What's this?
Home for lunch?
No work today.
Well, now that I got a job,
I figured I'd start helping out.
You...
you paid for... for groceries?
Yeah.
Uh, I saw that you were behind on some bills...
Go on. Go on. I'm listening.
So, I...
I figured it had a connection to my school bills,
you... you know?
And you thought it was appropriate
to get in my business...
then take it upon yourself to "help me out"?
Pops, it was just, y-you know, buying groceries.
That what you thought?
No. It's not what I...
- Hmm? - No, not "you"... "us."
I figured I'd help us out.
Go through my bills?
Pops!
Go through my bills.
Buy groceries for my table?
Wow!
When I'm in an old age home,
and you got a nice job making six figures...
when you buy a car that you pay the insurance on...
...when you have kids of your own,
then you can pay for all the groceries you want.
But for now, your job is to go to school.
Buying food... that's my job.
And you don't take another man's job.
Are we clear?
Return the rest of this shit, and get your money back.
Shut the door, have a seat.
Fuck's he doing here?
Doctor Babineau tells me
you were planning on sending Brady Hartsfield off to hospice.
Why is that suddenly a problem?
You wanted that to happen from jump.
I hear the patient's moving his hands,
communicating with the help of a keyboard.
I honestly believe he'll be talking in no time, sir.
Look, I don't know what the fuck this guy's told you,
but it's a bunch of bullshit.
This town went through trauma last year...
real trauma... and now it needs "closure."
Christ. How many episodes of "Dr. Phil"
do you have on your DVR?
I never believed Hartsfield would be healthy enough
to stand trail and give this town what it needs.
But now we might be able to give the devil his due.
From what Doctor Babineau's been telling me,
it's looking like a real possibility.
I think I'll even try the case myself.
There's a lot going on in that hospital you don't know about.
Mm, I have plausible deniability.
You?
You're fucking incredible.
Hartsfield stays... Have I made myself clear?
Well, that's not up to us, is it?
I'm aware of that.
Do you know who it is up to?
His name is Neal Jeffries.
He's the CEO of a company that owns Mercy Gen',
as well as nine other hospitals in the Midwest.
I don't know him myself.
But I was on his boat last week.
Who you got on your side?
- Hey. Tony. - Hey, uh...
Hey, can I come in?
Yeah, yeah. Um...
Don't... don't get up.
I'm only gonna be here a second.
Brady's staying.
What?
Lie down, lie down. Don't... don't get up.
Babineau got to my boss the same way he got to me...
he painted a picture of Hartsfield
being judged for his crimes in the trial of the century.
Apparently, he moved his hand yesterday.
- What? - Hartsfield?
The resurrection's begun.
I thought you should hear it from me.
- Thanks. - Take care of yourself, okay?
- Thanks, Tony. Thanks. - I'll keep you posted.
Sorry about that.
Fucking piece of shit. Fucking mass murderer.
He'll outlive the whole lot of us.
No, no, don't. Give it to me. Give it to me.
If you let it affect you, he wins.
He's an affront to humanity. He's got to be stopped.
Not your job anymore.
It's not your job.
Whose is it?
Okay.
I love you.
I love you, too.
I always have, and I always will.
I-I know it. Look...
I-I'm not trying to...
It's not that I-I-I don't under...
I know it's...
I know. I know.
Did you ring Allie?
I did.
I did. She's, um... she's all right.
- That's good. - I told her you're all right.
Good.
Maybe I should just
go up to Seattle and visit her for a bit.
Okay. Yeah, good. Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Want me to... Want me to tell her anything?
Tell her I love her.
Here you go.
It's not every day you get a hair sample
from a mass murderer.
The origin of the sample must remain between us, okay?
So, your friend at the university,
is she still willing to run the tests?
I mean, sure.
Great. Okay, so here is a list of drugs
manufactured by a well-known pharmaceutical company.
Please see if she can find any traces of those in the sample.
Also any other foreign-looking compounds.
I want to know about those, especially...
the sooner the better.
On it.
I'll drop this off first thing tomorrow.
Thank you.
So, that chemist is doing you a big favor.
Yeah.
Is she your friend?
Yeah, you could say that.
Is she a close friend?
I guess so.
Is she your girlfriend?
Oh.
N-No. She's not.
Good.
So, once you get the results back,
I will allow you to take me out to dinner to discuss them.
Like, a date?
Is that a yes?
Good.
I'll see you then.
Okay.
Mom.
Time to go, brother.
Ollie Ollie Oxen Free.
I'll match the blood we need there. Let's get that.
Hey, what are you doing?! Hey, this needs to go back in.
All this needs to be hooked back up now.
But transport's on its way, sir.
No. It's not happening, okay?
- Everything's been cancelled. - Mr. Pettimore... He just came in...
Pettimore was misinformed. He knows that.
You can call him if you like, but on your time.
On my time, all of these machines need to be
hooked back up... now.
- You know, it's not your hospital. - No. It's my ward.
How'd you get in here?
Tell me he's getting tests someplace.
He's got to be here.
- He has to be. - Does it look like he's here?
You got security. Call it in!
Jeez. Call security!
Do it now!
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