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HODGES: Previously on Mr. Mercedes...

[TIRES SCREECH]

PETE: We got 16 dead, triple that in injuries.

Somebody lost control.

He didn't lose control.

[LAUGHING]

Tell me, Detective.

Did you catch all the bad guys?

PETE: Of all the cases for you to obsesses over...

Sixteen 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.

BRADY: "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.

[BEEPS]

Here, I'll grab the car.

No, that's okay. I'll do it.

♪♪

HODGES: Do you know where she would have bought her computer?

Or who serviced it? Oh, her Geek Freak.

ROBI: It's always Brady Hartsfield. She requested him.

BRADY: I'm gonna make my dent.

A much bigger dent than the first one.

This will be my masterpiece.

Everybody, down!

[CROWD SCREAMING]

Freeze!

♪♪

[SIRENS WAILING]

WOMAN: And his left pupil, fixed and dilated.

GCS is about 7.

[WAILING CONTINUES]

Cardiac arrhythmia, monitor's showing an a-fib.

[MONITORS BEEPING RAPIDLY]

Yeah, pulse ox is 87.

[SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY AND GROANS]

MAN: Let's move. We're losing him.

Hey, Jackie, what do we got?

WOMAN: Two and four.

WOMAN: [ON P.A.] Cardio trauma to E.R. 3, please.

Cardio trauma to E.R. 3. Let's set up the cardiac.

NURSE 1: Prep the Epi. NURSE 2: On the way.

NURSE 1: 300 M.E.R. Let's get this started.

You have your assessment. Done.

NURSE 1: ICP is less than 15.

And holding.

DR. BABINEAU: Suction.

Suction. [AIR RUSHING]

DR. BABINEAU: Monitor that closely for us.

A little more light, please.

Yes, Dr. Babineau.

[BEEPING CONTINUES]

Will he even last the night?

DR. BABINEAU: Damn right he'll last the night.

Might even last longer than that.

NURSE: We're gonna take care of you now, Bill.

Get him hooked up here. Breathing is shallow and rapid.

WOMAN: How we doing there? DOCTOR: Hold on to the cath lab.

Let's see what we're dealing with.

NURSE: Will do, Doc.

[RESPIRATOR HISSES] DOCTOR: Take a deep breath, sir.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[BEEPING CONTINUES]

DR. BABINEAU: All right, let's cover the brain, save this asshole's life.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

You're one of Dunford's?

Tony Montez.

I run the D.A.'s homicide unit.

I thought that was Wylie.

Yeah, he retired. [MOUSE CLICKS]

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.

[PIANO PLAYS] [INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[CONVERSATIONS CONTINUE]

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. [LAUGHS]

Certainly Bridgton's reputation.

[CHUCKLES] 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.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

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 do listen after sex.

That's how you know I love you, baby.

Well, we've been running a few trials

with the Cerebellin-Zetacortex cocktails...MAN: 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.

[SPEAKS MANDARIN]

Dr. Felix Babineau.

Doctor.

Ni hao.

[SPEAKING MANDARIN]

Doctor.

[PERRY COMO'S CATCH A FALLING STARPLAYS]

♪♪

♪ Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

♪ Never let it fade away

♪ Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

♪ Save it for a rainy day

♪ For love may come and tap you on the shoulder

♪ Some starless night

♪ Just in case you feel you wanna hold her

♪ You'll have a pocket full of starlight

♪ Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

♪ Catch a falling star

♪ Never let it fade away ♪ And put it in your pocket

♪ Never let it fade away

♪ Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

♪ Catch a falling star

♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪ And put it in your pocket

♪ Save it for a rainy day

♪ For love may come and tap you on the shoulder

♪ Some starless night

♪ And just in case you feel you wanna hold her

♪ You'll have a pocket full of starlight

♪ Pocket full of starlight

♪ Mmm, mmm, hmm, mmm, hmm, mmm

♪ Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

♪ Catch a falling star

♪ Never let it fade away ♪ And put it in your pocket

♪ Never let it fade away

♪ Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

♪ Catch a falling star

♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪ And put it in your pocket

♪ Save it for a rainy day

♪ Save it for a rainy

♪ Rainy, rainy day

♪ For when your troubles start multiplyin'

♪ And they just might

♪ It's easy to forget them without tryin'

♪ With just a pocket full of starlight

♪ Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

♪ Catch a falling star

♪ Never let it fade away ♪ And put it in your pocket

♪ Never let it fade away

♪ Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket

♪ Save it for a rainy day

♪ Save it for a rainy day

♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪

♪♪

[RECORD NEEDLE SCRATCHING LIGHTLY]

[SCRATCHING STOPS]

Fred?

Fred? Where are you, fucker?

There he goes.

[CHUCKLES]

[LAUGHS]

Here, I got it for you.

[GROANS]

[BRANCHES CRACKING]

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.

[LAUGHS]

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?

[ELECTRICAL HUMMING]

NURSE: 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.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[MACHINERY WHIRS]

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...

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.]

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?

[CAR BEEPS]

[CAR BEEPS]

[GASPS]

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!

Yes!

Mmm!

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

Yes, yes.

Ballpoint?

Okay. Okay, okay, okay.

Okay. [BREATHES SHARPLY]

One, two.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

One, two, three.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

One, two, three.

[TELEPHONE RINGS]

Finders Keepers, would you mind holding, please?

Thank you.

One, two, three.

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Thank you for holding. How may I help you?

[SIGHS]

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?

[SCOFFS] 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.

[RECEIVER THUDS IN CRADLE]

Nice plane.

What kind of mileage do you get?

Excuse me? Or is a... A hybrid-like?

I don't really fly that much, though.

It's irrelevant to me. I'm gonna need those keys.

[CHUCKLING] 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.

[CAR DOOR CLOSES] Nice and easy.

[GUN COCKS] 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.

[CAR ENGINE STARTS]

Don't let him get away. Don't... Don't... Don't do it.

Ah! Don't do it! [TIRES SCREECH]

Who was that?

Who was that?

I'm guessing you weren't first in your class.

W-Which class?

Any of 'em.

[SNIFFS]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

MAN: [ON SPEAKERS] I'm a married woman.

Wo shi yige yi hun de nuren.

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

MAN: I'd love a glass of baijiu.

Wo xiang yao yibei baijiu.

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

How much time you got?

[FACET RUNS, STOPS]

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.

MAN: My husband is not home.

Wo de zhangfu bu zaijia.

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

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?

[SIGHS] He's a human being.

[CHUCKLING] 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.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Okay, you first.

Mr. Dwight Cramm arrived and is flying his plane back to Texas.

Ka-ching! [CHUCKLES]

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.

[CHUCKLES] They always go home.

[RESPIRATOR HISSING]

[MONITOR BEEPING]

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.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

[WHISPERING] Asshole.

[BY THE SEASIDERINGTONE PLAYS]

Kermit!

How's imminent retirement looking?

Ah, better every day. Bullshit.

You look scared shitless.

Hey, Pete. [ENGINE SHUTS OFF]

So, what's to miss about this job, huh?

[LAUGHS]

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.

[LIGHTER CLICKS]

[SIREN WAILING IN DISTANCE]

Brings you by, stranger?

Hey. How are you doin'? [SNIFFLES] 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.

Jesus, tell me about it.

You don't come visit him anymore?

[SIGHS] Another bad habit I don't need.

[LAUGHS]

Have a good one. You, too.

So, Madden actually put up a fight?

You don't look any worse for wear.

[SCOFFS] 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. [CHUCKLES]

I had a uniform take him down, some rookie CrossFit junkie.

Boy didn't even break a sweat.

Definitely time for you to retire.

[SIGHS] With a huge fucking smile on my face.

[SCOFFS]

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.

[LAUGHING] Yeah.

You know, whoever built this did some... Some fine friggin' work.

Yeah. Geez.

Ida did and her husband.

[CHUCKLES]

Why am I not surprised?

Mmm.

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.

[CHUCKLES]

Or making pottery.

Learning to speak Spanish.

Doesn't Death already know Spanish?

Oh, yeah, yeah, but she would have him perfecting his pronunciation.

[SCOFFS] Yeah.

Rolling his R's eh? Uh-huh.

[LAUGHING]

Ah.

She's a good soul.

She certainly is.

What?

What?

I'm out. You got more?

In the fridge.

You want anything?

Uh, another one of these.

Will do.

[SIGHS]

[WOMAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY OVER P.A.]

Hey. Hi.

You called, I came. [SIGHS]

Sushi's a nice touch. Mmm.

You want a drink?

Yes, please.

[REFRIGERATOR DOOR OPENS] 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.

[SIGHS] 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.

[GROANS] What about my license,

my reputation?

Look, I...

I respect you. You know that.

You just need to respect me, okay?

[DIALING]

[BY THE SEASIDERINGTONE PLAYS]

Shit!

♪♪

Shit.

[GRUNTING]

Come on, come on, come on!

Pete, come on!

Come on!

[COMPRESSIONS THUD]

[IN SLOW MOTION] Come on, Pete, come on!

Thanks, Ash.

[VEHICLE DOORS CLOSE]

♪♪

Thanks.

Mmm-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?

[SNORTS]

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.

[SIGHS]

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.

[FLOORBOARD CREAKS]

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.

Mmm, 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.

[SIGHS] 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.

Twelve years before that,

I trained him when he first joined the force.

He looked so...

Let's just say uptight.

[LIGHT LAUGHTER]

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.

[LAUGHTER]

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."

[LAUGHTER]

[CHUCKLING] "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.

PRIEST: 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."

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

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.

[CHUCKLES]

I talked to Allie last night...

Mmm-hmm.

...and drove her to the airport when she moved to Seattle,

and chat to 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.

Mmm. [LAUGHS] Yeah.

Excuse me.

I wasn't there when you woke up,

but Pete was.

I did come see you.

You did? Mmm-hmm, before you woke up.

And never came back?

It's complicated.

Okay.

Excuse us. Excuse us.

Thanks for coming.

WOMAN: Of course. MAN: 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.

[RANDY NEWMAN'S I THINK IT'S GOING TO RAIN TODAYPLAYS]

♪♪

♪ Broken windows

♪ And the empty hallways

♪ A pale dead moon

♪ In the sky streaked with gray

♪ Human kindness

♪ Is overflowing

♪ And I think it's going

♪ To rain today

♪♪

♪ Scarecrows dressed

♪ In the latest styles

♪ With frozen smiles

♪ To chase love away

♪ Human kindness

♪ Is overflowing

♪ And I think it's going

♪ To rain today

♪ Lonely

♪ Lonely

♪ Tin can at my feet

♪ Think I'll kick it down the street

♪ That's the way to treat a friend

♪♪

♪ Bright before me

♪ The signs implore me

♪ To help the needy

♪ Show them the way

♪ Human kindness

♪ It's overflowing

♪ And I think it's going

♪ To rain today ♪

[CORA MOANING, PANTING]

[MOANING]

[MOANING CONTINUES]

Couldn't wait for me?

[BREATHES SHARPLY]

This is how I wait.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Hi. Hi.

[SIGHS]

Honey, I have something to tell you.

Go look on the dresser.

What?

Go.

Is...

A-Are you pregnant?

You're pregnant? [CHUCKLES]

You're fucking pregnant?

Are you kidding me? [CHUCKLING]

[CHUCKLES]

[BOTH LAUGH]

Oh.

Oh, my God, this is amazing.

We're gonna have a baby. Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my legs just went weak.

[BOTH LAUGHING]

Oh, fuck.

What were you gonna tell me?

[LAUGHS]

What?

You were gonna tell me something.

Oh, it's nothing. Don't worry about it.

What?

[SIGHS] 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.

[GROANS]

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.

[GROANS] So you gonna be my partner?

Yeah?

Yeah? You'll be my partner?

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Yeah?

You gonna be my fucking partner?Yeah.

♪♪

[MONITOR BEEPING] [RESPIRATOR HISSES]

Lights on or lights out, mi amigo.

Blue skies or black hole.

Hi.

Hi.

Hiya.

I'm what keeps you alive.

Men need goals, man.

I put you down.

[LAUGHS]

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... [EXHALES]

They spend a shit ton of money on me, I tell ya.

[SCOFFS] 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.

♪♪

[CART WHEELS SQUEAKING IN DISTANCE]

♪♪

Book, sir?

[SQUEAKING CONTINUES]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[MONITOR BEEPING] [RESPIRATOR HISSES]

[MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY]

[MONITOR FLATLINING]

[HARMONICA PLAYS]

[SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

[HARMONICA PLAYS]

[BRADY SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

♪♪

[SINGING INDISTINCTLY]

[BRADY LAUGHS]

[ANNOUNCER ON TV SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

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.

[SIGHS]

Frozen fucking yogurt.

[TV SHUTS OFF]

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.

[DOOR OPENS]

[MONITOR BEEPING] [RESPIRATOR HISSING]

♪♪

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.

[MONITOR CHIMING]

[MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY]

[CHIMING STOPS]

[MONITOR BEEPING RHYTHMICALLY]

[DOOR OPENS]

[BEEPING, HISSING CONTINUE]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[STAIRS CREAKING]

[PANTING]

♪♪

BRADY: History is a graveyard for unsustainable frontiers.

The world was flat

until it wasn't.

[GROANS]

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.

[GROANS]

We crossed oceans...

[MOANS]

...discovered new worlds, and stole them.

[GROANS]

[GASPING]

We encroach. We infiltrate.

We slaughter. We rape. We dominate.

Why?

Simple.

We refuse to accept death.

[LAUGHING]

So every act of conquest is a step toward acquiring fresher and fresher knowledge

of the ultimate frontier.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

[WEAKLY] Chaos...

Chaos.

Because the collective, atavistic,

evolutionary ambition of humanity is,

and always has been, immortality.

Chaos.

[KNOCKING ON GLASS]

Chaos.

[ECHOING] Chaos!

♪♪

[MUSIC PLAYING]