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Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...

Why don't you simply enjoy life?

Maybe you could
teach me something.

Billy...

Dad lost a big contract today...

Can barely pay himself, so...

Pete was helping me rebuild
Ida's gazebo.

I could throw you
a couple of bucks.

Lights on or lights out,
mi amigo.

I am telling you,
I saw consciousness.

Until this happens a second
time, it's a glitch.

Nobody say a word about this.

You hear Hartsfield woke up?

Trial-of-the-Century shit, yo.

Wait, what?
Is that guy serious?

You've been window shopping
for months.

What changed, darling? It was time.

Where'd Bill go?
He didn't say goodbye.

Yeah. He said something about
Brady waking up, and then...

Wait. Brady woke up?

Are you with me, Sadie?

Oh, fuck.
Get a fucking...

Get a... scalpel.
Get a scalpel, Sadie.

I thought I told you to stay
at the nurses' station.

Good morning, Fred.

Now, you swallow up
every little bit of that.

Organic don't come cheap.

What are you doing here?

I don't know.
Where's Mom?

Mom's not here.

Fix my truck.

Fix your truck.

What's the magic word?

Please, fix my truck.

Fix your truck? Huh?
You want me to fix your truck?

I'll fix your truck.
Watch this.

Wow!

That's the truck, man.

There we go.
You get up there.

Look.

Oh, yeah!

Let's go! Hup!

There we go.

I'm a fireman!

Yeah, you are!

Whoo-whoo!

Did you kill Mom, too?

Just play with
the fire truck, kid.

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Morning.

Morning.

Morning, Sunshine.

What are you doing?

Uh... well, you said
you needed help,

so here I am, helping.

Was thinking more the weekend.

Do you even know
what you're doing?

No. I don't.

Well, stop doing.

I'll be back over in a minute.

All right. Glue.

How's school and shit?

Uh... fine and shit.

Seriously.
You don't talk much about it.

Who wants to talk about?
It's Harvard.

The brand speaks for itself,
you know?

What's wrong with it?

Nothing.

Clearly there is.

Clearly to who?
You?

It's fucking Harvard.
It's Ivy League.

Okay? Case closed.

Read that.

Where you going?

To see a man about a horse.

A what?

What, are you passing me notes?

What are we, in sixth grade?

Open it.

Wow.

I'm a little, um...

Just tell me which ones
don't make the cut. I...

Seriously, I-I just threw it
together in between meetings.

Well, is, um...

Is Camden
a boy or a girl's name?

Either.

Covers our bases if the kid
ever wants to transition.

Well...

I'm not a "president's last name
for first name" kind of guy,

so Madison and Reagan are out.

Okay.

Mm, Harper's nice, Tucker, Finn.

What?

Come on.
Seriously?

What?

You can't let one Jonathan

ruin a very strong name
with biblical roots.

Pettimore does not own it.

Besides, he's off
your back now, anyway.

All you need to do
is focus on Hartsfield

and our growing family.

I like the sound of that.
Mm-hmm.

How is the star patient, anyway?

There's been no change
since he came out of his coma,

but I'm optimistic.

Why?

You know these Beijing types...

"return on our investment,"
all that.

Yeah, well, you tell him,
Rome wasn't built in a day.

No, but modern Shanghai
sort of was.

Ah, shit.
I got to shower.

Mm.

What about Daschel?

Daschel?

Are you kidding?
"Dash" is so cute.

Sadie?
Sadie McDonald?

Yeah.

I saw something glinting
in her hand.

She's a lamb.

Maggie, I know
when someone's approaching me

with malevolent intent,
believe me.

So, this "glinting" thing
you saw...

Where did it go?

I don't know.
I lost sight of it.

Thankfully, not in me.

Let's see if we can find out,
would we?

Come on.
Let's take a look.

My point.

Just wait a second.

Didn't mean to scare you off.

You didn't scare me.

I thought I told you to stay
at the nurses' station!

It'd be like someone telling you

Mother Teresa
collected machine guns.

It It does not track.

Not even a little.

Let's get you out of here

before Babineau comes back
and I get fired.

You're lucky Hartsfield's out
getting trached.

Sadie still here?

No, she worked a swing shift.
She's probably home in bed.

Where's home?

Give me that before
you hurt yourself.

I'll write the address down.

Where have you been?

Out and about.

Okay, but could you
be more specific?

Suppose I could.

I was shopping
for a new suppository.

So many...
exciting choices.

It's a delight just to flip
through the catalog.

I've been test-driving
the merchandise, as well.

I mean, the morning
just flew by.

You're trying to gain
dominion over me

by proffering a vulgar visual.

So... that guy that you talked to
the other day,

the one who saw De La Cruz
at the campsite,

did you, um,
happen to get his name?

I did, yeah.

You know,
I must have left it at home.

I was kind of hoping
that you and I could focus

on something else today...

Something with
a little more teeth.

I'd rather collect the bounty.

Holly...

you understand that
if we apprehend this gentleman,

he could be killed
by some very bad people?

Leaving his two boys behind
for the state to raise.

Did you let De La Cruz go?

You did, didn't you?

The people we're chasing...
They're barely scraping by.

That's irrelevant.

Not to me.
You lied to me!

About De La Cruz, about Brady.

Yeah, I know that he's out
of his coma...

Jerome told me... which means
that you lied to me twice

in a very short... Because I find your
position on the issue unreasonable!

These cases
that you're taking on,

they've become harder and harder
for me to stomach, all right?

The lady whose vehicle
we repossessed,

there was a baby's car seat
in the back, for fuck's sake!

But...

Look, a person who puts in
a hard day's work,

at the end of the day,

they want it to count
for something.

Is this what you want your days
to count for?

Really?

Well, the only thing
that seems to count to you

is Brady Hartsfield.

He's not the only thing,
but he matters, yes.

Preying on innocent people
down on their luck, it doesn't.

It's horseshit!

I make no apologies
for saying it.

I...

I hear your arguments.
Okay? I do.

And when you put them
that... colorfully,

I see that they are deeply felt.

That being said...

I am an equal partner.

I need to be treated like one.

Fair enough.

Good.

Speaking of partners,

I'm in need of one right now,

if you'll help me.

Let's go.

Oh.

Yeah. Okay.

Who's paying us for this?

No one.

I'd like to take
this opportunity to mention

that I could be back
at the office right now

maximizing my time
on a paying case.

And instead, we're sitting
outside a house

of someone whose name
I don't even know.

Her name is Sadie McDonald.

She lives here with her mother.

She's also a nurse at Mercy Gen.

I believe she tried to stab me
with a scalpel last night

when I was visiting Brady.

I did not expect that.

- Heads up.
- You're saying it's too much?

I'm saying it's a lot.

Of course it's a lot.
To take.

"To take"? Okay.

Yes, to take.Yeah. All right.

Sadie!

Where are you going? To work, Matthew!

Sadie.

Sadie, come on!

Wheels up.
What?

Start the fucking car.

Oh. Sorry. Okay.

I-I am. Okay.

Ta-da!
Ta-da!

You heard a rumor
he's barely awake,

and you ran out and did that.

I mean, I-I've been talking
about it for a while.

Yeah.

I thought you were kidding.

Yeah.
I... wasn't kidding.

I mean, I showed you sketches.

What's your shrink say about it?

Whoa, what the fuck does that
have to do with anything?

What?

I know you haven't been going.

Do you follow me?

Wow.

That is some girlfriend. I'm trying to be.

Lou, I love you, but
you're making this really hard.

You don't see your therapist.
You sleep till noon.

I do your laundry.

I need to see Brady
face-to-face.

That is a bad idea.

I need to show him

that I survived.

And that is the only way
that I can move on.

Go see your therapist.

If she says go...
I won't stand in your way.

Okay, I'm going in.

When she comes out,
follow two cars behind.

Don't lose her at the lights.
I'll get a cab back.

Wait. Wait.
You're leaving me?

You'll be fine.
Just don't get made.

O-Okay.

I won't get made.

How much?

$20.

Oh. Go?

Okay.

May I help you, sir?

Are these all
St. Anne medallions?

You know your saints.

Mm.
She's pretty popular.

Oh, among women more than men.

Oh, why's that?

Because men can't get pregnant.

Hello?

Where are you now? Um, she stopped at

an herbalist/chiropractor/
acupuncturist.

Which one?

It's all three,

at least according
to Dr. Chen's sign.

Oh, wait. She's coming out.
What's she doing?

Oh, she's looking at me.

And then another way.

Now back at me again.

Oh, fuck.
She made you.

Wait, s-she did?
Wait, how?

Uh, you probably hung too close
in traffic or something.

Listen, just let her get going,
all right,

and you go in and find out
what you can about the doctor.

I'll meet you back
at the office.

Do you understand what I mean

when I say the pain is old?

Which pain?

Like...
the first thrust,

when the knife found
my small intestines

or the second one
that nicked my kidneys

or the third one
that pierced my spleen?

The pain you've been feeling
your whole life.

Um...

okay.

On a scale of 1 to 10,

being stabbed
by Brady Hartsfield

is like a 600,000,

and my boo-hoo
childhood complaints

come in at about a 3.

No one is dismissing the horror

of what Brady Hartsfield
did to you.

No one, least of all me.

You have made so much progress

since you started coming in here
to see me.

Progress?
I'm a fucking disaster zone.

You have traumas going back
to your childhood

that you haven't even begun
to unpack.

If you confront Brady

to address traumas
that predate him,

you could suffer
a significant setback,

potentially even...
some sort of breakdown.

Mm.

Fuck off.

If you confront Brady Hartsfield

without a full understanding
of the dynamics in play,

he could finish the job he
started on you and Edmund Mills.

You think you can help me?

If you let me.

Mm, I won't.

Why?

Ah...

Because...

I'm not worth it.

Yes, you are.

Not until I take my life back...
from Brady.

Until then, I'm nothing.

What are you doing here?

Nice to see you, too.

Well, I just needed
a little IT help.

Yeah, you guys have some bugs
in your accounting system,

so I figured I'd help.Mm-hmm.

Well, your father will have
my balls in a nutcracker

if he thinks I'm employing you.

So make it quick.

Another vulgar visual.
Thank you.

I'm finishing up now, so...

Anything on the doctor?

Yes. Uh, he specializes
in homeopathic

and non-Western treatment
for epilepsy.

Epilepsy.
Sadie's an epileptic.

Well, that's what he treats,
and that's where she goes.

I mean, he treats people
who want to get off

their conventional medication
for antiseizures.

Oh, and get this.

One of the risks
of going off your meds

is a chaotic state,
or possibly a psychotic state,

which would explain
why she picked up the scalpel.

Okay, good.

Excellent, Holly.

Thank you.

But the day isn't over yet.

Sadie's back
at her boyfriend's house.

So... this time,
you need to tail me.

Let's go.
Oh, wait.

Um, I'm gonna go to the bathroom
real quick.

Hey, I'll e-mail
you the rest from home.

Okay.

So, what's wrong with Harvard?

Hmm.

Just...
I don't know.

Not what I expected, you know?

Yeah, sure.

You've never lived away
from home, different city.

It's a whole different world

where most of these people
come from.

Like, they speak
a different language.

Some secret code.

Yeah.

I remember when I was
about your age,

I dated this girl
from Sugar Heights, right?

Ah, she was a brilliant girl.
She was really very fun.

We had a fine time of it, but...

every time I went
over to her place,

I was afraid
I'd break something.

Like...
she'd take me out to dinner

to the "club" or something.

It was like I always seemed
to use the wrong utensil

or knock over a glass of water
or something.

I didn't live
in that world, you know?

I didn't belong.

But, like, she never made me
feel that I didn't belong.

I made me feel that way.

In the end...

we broke up.

And it gets... gets lonely.

It'll get less so.

It will.

Hello?

Hello.

Yeah. Hi.

You don't park
in front of the house

of the person
you're surveilling.

W-Where are you?
I don't...

If you find me,

you'll see how it's done,
grasshopper.

Grass-what?

Just look.

Oh. There you are.

Yeah. And move.

Yeah, I am.
I'm sorry.

I'm just...

not very good at this.

This... Okay.

Just drive past me here.

Keep going.

Hi.

All right,
make a three-point turn.

Park in behind me.

A three-point turn?

Just... A U-turn, whatever.

I feel quite incompetent.

Okay.

No reason for you
to feel that way.

How can you know
what you don't know?

I know. On the way here,
I nearly lost you,

if I counted correctly,
13 times.

Well, you know, field work
was never your forte,

but it's important
that you learn.

Why now? So you know how to do it.

I know, but won't you
just be in the field?

Well, just in case
I'm s-sick or I can't.

Well, why can't you
if you're not sick?

I... All I'm saying is that
it's important to be prepared.

Wait. Are you sick? No, I'm not sick.

Okay. Now, listen, I'm
gonna take your car,

and you sit in mine, okay?

Okay. Right.
Because my car was "made"?

Exactly. Good. Well done.
That's it. Okay.

Now, just note
where I am, right?

Up the street
with plenty of things

to take the eye between me
and her house, all right?

Now, where is Sadie's car,
in relation to the house?

Just north of it... south of it.

South of it, right. Where's mine?
Yes.

North of it.
That's right.

So it means when she walks
out of the house,

she will naturally look left
rather than right, okay,

further minimizing the chances
of her seeing me.

Well, in this case, you.

Wait.
Why am I doing this?

You're gonna put her
to sleep, okay?

Now, it seems pretty clear to me
that she's gonna sleep

at her boyfriend's this evening.Wait.
Why can't I...

How can I possibly
put her to sleep

when your car is parked like
half a block away?

No, no, that's a euphemism.Oh.

Euphemism.
It's a euphemism, okay? What's...

So, I need to know
if she moves within, say,

the next few hours, that's all.

Okay, so I'm just supposed
to sit in your car

and just wait... Until she goes to sleep.
That's right.

Okay.
And where will you be?

I-I-I got...
I got things to tend to.

You've been doing
a lot of that lately.

Yeah, just watch the
house, would ya? Yes.

Is the key in here?
Yes.

Can I help you?

Are you the homeowner?

Yeah.

And I...
And I have a license to carry.

Uh, uh, I'm William Hodges.

I'm a private investigator.

Can I see a badge?
Or a card?

Yes, of course.
Sure, yeah, yeah.

I'm investigating some
malpractice at Mercy General.

I was wondering, could I speak
with your daughter?

Is my daughter involved?

Ah, no, no. I just want
to ask her a few questions.

Who are you working for?
The hospital?

I'm not at liberty to say.

Calling the police.

Fuck it!

Everybody told me
I shouldn't come see you.

But I had to.

I had to come and look you...

I had to look you
in your shitty, little...

cloudy eye.

You're nothing.

Shh!

Aah! Fuck!
Fuck.

It's a dream.
Hey, it's okay.

Ohh! It's just a dream.
Go back to sleep.

Go to sleep.
It's a dream.

Hi.

Hiya.

Um...

what's up?

I, uh...

Just dropping by?

Yeah.

Uh, I...

Okay, yeah, sure, yeah, yeah.
By all means.

Okay.
Thanks.

Thanks.

Tough day at work, honey?

A woman and her daughter are...

Well, they seem
quite perturbed with me.

Mm-hmm.
For no good reason, I'm sure.

Well, the mother I get.

The daughter
is a head-scratcher.

You didn't brace her

with your refreshing level
of candor?

No.

Charm her
with your serene temperament?

No.

Serve her papers?
No.

Chase her down
for an old warrant? No, no, no, no.

Speak crossly to her?

Uh, no.

Well, this is baffling.

Mm.

So, uh... So is this.

Old times.

No.

No.

Old times would be you carrying

the toxic cloud of a failed case
into the house

and refusing to talk about it.

And then drinking right through dinner.

Is that what this feels like?

No, no. I...

honestly don't know
what this feels like.

What, um...

What are you doing here, Bill?

I miss you.

Got to the end of watch,
as we used to say,

and I-I just couldn't think
of anybody else I wanted to see.

What are we doing?

You know, you, uh...

You misread the situation
at the bar so spectacularly.

Did I?

Yeah. Yeah.

Well, you agreed to the drink.
Uh...

And you sent me the photo
after the funeral.

It was of Pete.
Right. Yeah.

Just 'cause I'm heading
into me dotage

doesn't mean I've forgotten
what flirting looks like.

Might not be dotage.

Might just be alcohol.

I'm not drunk.
Hmm?

Nope.
Hmm.

Mildly buzzed.
Oh.

I did have a couple
before I came over.

You?

Uh, no, I'm not drunk.

Mildly buzzed.

My turn.

What are we doing?

I don't fucking know.

Uh, maybe it's because...

I got divorced
for the second time.

Maybe it's because...

I have a shaky relationship
with our kid.

Maybe it's because I don't know

if I'm gonna
make partner or not.

Maybe I don't care.

Uh, I mean, this...
This is the sum of my life.

Sitting across
from you yesterday,

from somebody

I didn't have
to explain myself to,

somebody who knows me
just felt...

felt good.

I can work with that.

Nibbles?

Come on.

Time to finish what
you've started, big brother.

I know.

Let's burn it all down.

Yeah?

Let's burn it all down!

Mm.

Ohh, I did not see
this morning coming.

That was a lovely one, though.

Mm.

So, who are these women?

Huh?

These women who took
such a shine to you?

Oh.
Yeah?

Case you're...
You're working on?

Yes.

One of them is no big deal.

The other is...

It's...

Mm-hmm.
Just spit it out.

Come on.

She's a nurse.

When I was by the hospital
the other night,

I'm pretty sure she was planning
to cut my throat.

But she was interrupted.

You don't know her?

No. I mean, I've seen her
a few times at the hospital,

nodded to her once or twice,
but that's it.

What kind of nurse is she?

One of Brady Hartsfield's.

Hey.

It follows you, you know?

The darkness.

Aw, come on.

Didn't take long
for this greatest hits

to be put back on the turntable, did it?
It does. It does.

It's... It's like you
pull in violence

and... and hurt

and the dark.

Well, I'm not trying to.

I'm trying to limit
the damage it does.

Hey. Listen.

I'm not judging you.
I'm not.

Listen.
Hear me, okay?

I love that
you're talking to me.

I love that you're sharing.

I'm gonna go.

It's all feeling
like yesteryear lately.

Oh, gosh.

You could just turn
your back on it.

What?

Just walk away.

Don't go near this nurse
or these other women.

Stay away from Brady Hartsfield.

Just choose the sun.

That's it?

People got killed,
and I get a suntan.

This nurse could be dangerous,
you know.

To who?

To her patients,
to herself, to me.

Okay, all right. Okay.

Well... uh, how about
after you save the day, you...

You actually enjoy some of it?

What do you mean?

Um, like take a trip.

A trip?

- Where?
- I don't know.

Anywhere.
You're... You're retired.

A trip?

You need to get that?

Where would we take a trip?

"We"?

I didn't say "we."

Why not?

Hello?

Hey.
What's the news?

Mm, she just finished
going for a run.

She mailed some letters
and took out the trash.

It's been... riveting.

Sit on her
till she goes to work.

We'll switch cars
at the hospital.

Wait. Doesn't she work
the night shift?

Well, you're a quick study.

Are you serious? Yeah. I, uh...

It's gotten
the better of me up here.

I'm getting headaches
from the stress.

Go wash the Superstar.

Do I have to?

Yeah.

Till you transfer out,
it's your job.

Yeah, I'm at work.

Yes, I put the transfer request.

Okay, yeah. I have g...
I've got to go.

Matthew, I have to go!

Come on, Sadie.
You can do this.

Same feeling again.

I used to love this job.
Transfer out.

Transferring?!
How fucking dare you!

Fine! Fine! Fine!

You're a liability, anyway!

And we're back!

How about we have some fun
before you leave, huh?

Take me to the sweeties.

Oh, Mr. Conlan,
one of the lucky ones.

Opiates on the reg.

God bless America.

Mr. Conlan.

Let's get you your opiates.

You know what?

Let's take two, why don't we?

Mr. Conlan.

I know.

Time for your daily fix.

Shh.

I know you don't
feel good, do you?

Is that better?

That's better.
Right?

How would you like
to feel better...

better than better,
Mr. Conlan?

I'll give you an extra treat.

How about we make you
feel nothing...

at all?

Molly Jenkins' bedpan is clean,

and I'm hoping
it's because we changed it

because if we...
What are you doing?

Sadie, he only gets
4 milligrams.

Right. Right.

Right. Right. Duh.

I'll go check on Molly.

I'll go check on Molly.

Sadie, give me the vial.

Loosen up, Saggie. You need a cigarette.

It's time for your break,
isn't it?

I'll put the... dosage back myself.

It's my ID code.

Yeah?

You were right.

Sadie's not okay.

Do tell.

The amount of morphine
she just tried

to pump into Ol' Conlan
could kill a rhinoceros.

She's still got
one of the vials.

Where are you?

I'm downstairs.
I'm in the parking lot.

Is she still on the floor?

Not that I can tell.

I'll meet you
at my spot in five.

Great.

Come to papa.

Mow that bitch down, motherfucker!

Pull up slowly into the parking bay

and get out of the car...
slowly.

Delighted to.

That'll do.

Step out of the car, please.

What were you doing?

I was on a... break.

In the middle of the road?

Yeah.
What do you do on yours?

I don't take breaks.
I'm retired, as it happens.

So, you're impersonating a...

- police officer?
- I claim nothing.

You flashed your gun at me.
No, I flashed nothing.

Now, I need to see
in your car, okay?

Why?
Because...

Give me a fucking cigarette.

Because I have a mind

that you've stolen medicine
from this particular hospital,

and I need to check it out, okay?

What, are you high?

Give me a fucking light.
I don't know you.

Why the fuck would
I let you in my car?

Okay.
I can get a warrant.

You're retired!

I have friends.

Yeah?
I got a rape whistle.

You have a what?

A rape whistle!

Yeah?
Mm-hmm. Yeah.

When I blow it,

security's gonna blaze
around that corner,

and I'm gonna tell them
you intended to rape me.

It'll never hold up
in court, honey.

Just has to make a lot of noise
in the here and now.

Really?

What are you doing with that?

I told you I was gonna
fucking put it back.

I've never seen her like that.

First, you apply
for your fucking transfer,

and now Fatty Hodges
is sniffing around.

You know what you are, Sadie?
You're a fucking burden.

Yeah.
You're a dead weight.

That is not Sadie McDonald.

All evidence to the contrary.

Why would you let that guy
fucking close to us?

Are you retarded?

Are you retarded?!

Fucking retarded, Sadie?

She... She collects Hummels.

She blogs about Furbies.
She loves Coldplay.

Come on, Maggie.
Fuck's sake.

Plenty of bad people blog.

She's not a bad person, Bill.

Well, who was that, then?

You know what?

Why don't we get some air?

You might like that idea.

You know... get out of here...

feel the breeze on our faces.

Do you like that, Sadie?

Oh. Oh.

Someone's angry.

Lover's tiff?

I thought... I thought, uh, love

was supposed to make
the world go 'round.

Is that your experience, Sadie?

Did you make him happy?

Did he make youhappy?

No.

Because you're not
fucking good enough, Sadie.

You're not worth it.

And why would you think
that would change...

with anyone?

Love isn't what
you thought it would be.

Is it, Sadie?

It's a lot to take.

Could she be on something?

No. No.
Huh?

Sadie would never do drugs.

She's a health-food nut.
She's...

No, she wouldn't.

It makes no sense.

Love is a prison.

Death...

Death is liberation.

Freedom.

No more...

pain.

No more feeling.

No more failure.

Just freedom.