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Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...

Mayor I'm here to introduce
a special young man.

He's the first in a generation
to get into Harvard.

Brady?

Wait, wait!

Montez Tony Montez.

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

Am I gonna be able to prosecute
Brady Hartsfield?

Dr. Babineau
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!

Hodges
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?

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.

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.

Holly 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.

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.

Lawrence 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...

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.

I need a goddamn cigarette.

Taking a break?

Yeah, trying to.

Mind if I ask you something?

You working here long?

Yeah. Too long.

You seen these two kids
coming in here at all?

They look,
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.
- 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.

Hodges 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?

Girl
You're never gonna catch me!

I'm almost there!

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.

Victor 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.

Deep.

That's good.

Deep stretch.

Come this way.

That's really good.

That's really, really good.

All right.

Back to center.

You got that.

Amazing!

That was awesome.

Yeah.

Yeah, right. Well done, dude.

Man Hey, you hear
Hartsfield woke up?

He's not in a coma anymore.

Woman 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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

Coming to check on my rock star.

Want to come with us?

So, you guys are making a lot of
progress with this guy?

Hartsfield?

I wouldn't get too excited.

No?

There'd have to be a lot more
data to trump my skepticism.

Dr. Babineau 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.

Woman on P.A. Dr. Babineau
to 102 for immediate consult.

Dr. Babineau to 102
for immediate consult. You go ahead.

I'll see you in a few minutes.

You in there, my friend?

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?

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 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.

Hey.

What?

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.

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?

Hodges
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!

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.

Man 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.

- I'm all right.
- Look at this.

Yeah. Yeah, what's going on there,
now?

Trying to...
Trying to be like you...

Young detective over here.

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.

You look so good.

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... 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...

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.

Yeah. Yeah.

Good man.

Lived good, died shitty.

Are you doing okay?

Asked and answered.

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.

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...

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.

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?

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.

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?

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.

Ida How was the party?

It was slightly more
enjoyable than Pete's funeral

because no one was crying, but
the food wasn't nearly as good.

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.

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.

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.

Fuck.

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!