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Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...

Wilmer: Kick loose the cobwebs,
hon. You've got the movie star.

Morning, Al.

Morning, Miss Sadie.

I need to see Brady.

That is a bad idea.

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

We're sitting outside a house
of someone I don't even know.

Hodges: Her name is
Sadie McDonald.

She tried to stab me
with a scalpel

when I was visiting Brady.

Can I help you?

Could I speak
with your daughter?

Calling the police.

[ Monitor beeping ]

And we're back!

[ Imitating engine revving ]

Mow that bitch down,
motherfucker!

Pull up slowly
into the parking bay.

Delighted to.

She's not a bad person,
Bill.

Well,
who was that, then?

First, you apply
for your transfer,

and now Fatty Hodges
is sniffing around.

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

Death is liberation.
No more pain.

Just freedom.

♪♪

[ Sirens wails ]

[ Radio chatter ]

It's sad.

Did you see her fall?

♪♪

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[ Gasps ]

[ Camera shutter clicks ]

♪♪

I'm so sorry.

[ Sobs ]

♪♪

What happened?

She just...

j-jumped.

Had she been depressed?

[ Voice shaking ]
She had been acting off,

but then just to go
and do this...

"Off" how?
Just...off.

Was she
taking her meds?

I assumed she was,
but...I'm not really sure.

Right before,
I stopped her from giving

200 milligrams of morphine
to Conlan.

[ Scoffs ]

Is there anything else
I should know about?

No. No.

All I can say is...

she was just...off.

Anxious.

Put in
for a transfer today.

Said she couldn't handle
the Bucket anymore.

[ Sobbing ]

Thanks.

Yep.

Get what you need?

Bill Hodges.

Tony Montez.
I'm Frank Montez's kid.

I'm with the DA's office.Oh, yeah. Antonio.

Of course.
How you doing?Good. I figured
when I saw you,

you'd been up
listening to the scanners.

My pop does
the same thing.

And then they realized
that they had witnesses.

Yeah.

What brought you
out at this hour?

Maggie Wilmer's
a friend of mine.

So...

...she just fucking
jumped off the roof, huh?

Yeah.

She said her break was over,
she went back in.

Five minutes later...

She worked
the brain bucket.

Treated your old boyfriend,
Hartsfield.

I heard.

That motherfucker
freaked me out, but...

I wouldn't jump off
a roof over it.

[ Gurney clatters ]

Poor girl.

I heard a story that
you used to sneak into
his room last year,

sit across from him?

That true?

Yeah.

Why?

I wanted to be there
when he woke up.

Why'd you stop?

I realized
he wasn't gonna.

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Mississippi John Hurt's
"I Shall Not Be Moved" plays ]

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[ Music ends ]

[ Printer beeps ]

[ Sighs, clears throat ]

[ Drawer slides open ]

How are you doing?

[ Drawer slams shut ]Yeah?

Sorry.

I brought you this.

[ Printer clicking ]

Wait.

You're not thinking
that he may --

Who knows?

Can I ask what
exactly you're doing here?Holly.

Holly. [ Grunts ]
I -- Listen.
What?

I really like having you
in the house.

Truly.
Mm-hmm.

It's -- It's -- It's good
for a person of solitude

to be communal
when he can,

assuming the obvious.

Okay.

And what is
the obvious?

That the person
he's being communal with

respects his solitude
when called for.

That hurts
my feelings.

It's meant to spare them
going forward.

I'll see you at work.

That you will.

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Wait, so his EKG spiked,
but his EEG remained the same?

Never heard
of that before...

I've seen it in coma patients
from time to time.

It's happened twice.

Once a couple days ago
and then again

around the time
that Sadie died.

Look, if you want to take
the rest of the day off,

that's fine with me.

Honestly, I was surprised
to see you in here this morning.

No, thank you.
Um, I'd rather keep busy.

Dr. Seth: True she was
an epileptic?

Wilmer: That's why
she didn't work surgery,

but she had it
under control.

Epileptic.

I'm sorry.

You need
anything else?
No.

I heard they just updated
the fMRI equipment downstairs.

Let's put Hartsfield
on the schedule.

And the blood flow
should probably show us

whether he's in there
or not.

A-And while we're at it,
let's tap him.

Make sure there's no
inflammation or infection.

Yes, sir.

Actually, you...

you got a second?
Sure.

Last night,
when Sadie fell...

...you were standing there
talking with a man, right,

the ex-cop that used to come and
visit Hartsfield all the time?

Yeah.
He's a friend.

You're friends
with Fatty Hodges.

I don't need to tell you
that we're dealing with

some pretty sophisticated
procedures in here.

And when you're privy
to sensitive,

cutting-edge things
like this,

it's important to keep
a tight seal on any information

that one might glean
within this room.

Of course.

And any
leaked information

would not only
put me at risk,

it would put
the entire hospital at risk.

And not to mention
directly violating

patient
confidentiality.

I totally agree.
And...

...if you choose
to ignore the rules,

know there's nothing
I can do to protect you.

The guy's a friend.
I'm allowed to have friends.

No, friends are great.

A job's better.

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[ Sighs ]

Looks like I have to find myself
another epileptic, Mom.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Knock on door ]

Holly: Coming.
Sorry. Coming.

Hello.

Why were you trespassing
on my property

the night before
my daughter died?

What's --
What's going on?

-You better sit down.
-No, no, don't touch me!

I saw you in the newspaper
at the crime scene

standing over my daughter's
body, so I want to know

why you were on
my property.

Well, like I said, in the night,
I'm a private investigator.

Yeah, I can read
the door.

So, why were you
stalking my daughter?

I wasn't stalking her.
I was investigating her.

Some of her co-workers
were worried

she was a danger to herself
and to others.

Which co-workers?

Friends of hers.

People who cared
about her.

Did you notice her acting
erratically lately?

No.

She seemed fine.

Same as ever.

Was she involved in something
that I didn't know about?

That's what I was
attempting to determine.

Well, you can stop
determining now.

The police have
ruled it a suicide,

and so there's nothing
anybody can do anymore.

Ma'am.

You don't think
it was a suicide?

It doesn't matter
what I think.

Well, it does,
actually.

You're her mother.

One could argue
that it matters most of all.

I can't bring myself
to think that she

wanted to kill herself.

She was in love.
She was excited to be pregnant.

She was happy.

Well, apparently,
she was observed

nearly overdosing
a patient.

Perhaps
even intentionally.That's impossible.

She also got a bit violent
with me, physically.

Her colleagues said she was
acting a bit outside herself.

That's why I was
at your house --

to look into
the matter.

Looking specifically
for what?
I don't know.

Indications as to why
a good nurse

would suddenly try
to harm a patient.

Something seems
terribly amiss.

Which clearly,
you seem to confirm.

Happy people don't

generally throw themselves
off rooftops.

When was the last time
you saw her?

Um...

three days ago.

Oh, she seemed
perfectly fine.

Herself.
[ Breathes deeply ]

My Sadie.

Wilmer: I don't wish
a spinal tap on my worst enemy.

Brady: Just relax.

Good you can't feel
much of anything.

I never could feel
much of anything, darling.

[ Scoffs ]

♪♪

All right.[ Keys clacking ]

Okay.

How do I get in you?

♪♪

[ Echoing ]
Just relax.

Chaos.

Let me in. Let me...

Fuck.

[ Elevator bell dings ]

Fuck!

[ Clattering ]

Almost back home,
Superstar.

"Superstar."
I'll give you superstar.

I am a fucking superstar.
I'm a fucking celebrity.

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[ Lighter clicks ]

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[ Coughs ] You were
our best technician.

Number-one
in customer service.

I was gonna
make you branch manager.

[ Mumbling, mockingly ]
I was gonna make you
branch manager.

And now you need
to think scale.

The bigger, the better.

Work the problem
like I taught you.

What do you need?

A functioning body
would be nice.

I don't think you need a body
to control people's minds.

Process, please!

[ Drill whirring ]

You good?
Not talking much.

What's there to talk about?
We're building a gazebo.

If you want a conversation,
blather away. I don't care.

Okay.
A conversation.

What about...

that nurse lady
jumping off the building?

Do you think
that's funny?

Well, no.
I'm just, you know --

just making conversation,
you know? I'm curious.

Well, put a sock in it,
will you?

What, you don't want to go there
or something?

You equate
"Put a sock in it,"

with "I don't want
to go there."

Just maybe you should
be a detective.

Hodges: Yeah, just
go down there.

[ Sighs ] Yeah.

I shouldbe
a detective.

But if I were
a detective

and I didn't think
it was a suicide,

which Holly says
you don't,

then I'd be looking into
Sadie McDonald's diary.

Oh, good for you.

Sorry to say
she didn't keep one.

Of course she did.
We all do.

Her texts,
her e-mails.

I mean, we all keep
diaries in one way.

[ Grunts ]

Look, I'm just saying

if you want to get
into her head,

you should probably try
to get into her phone

or her...gadget.

That's what you called it --
"gadget"? [ Laughs ]

Probably too much blather
for you, anyway, right, old man?

[ Clattering in distance ]

[ Groans ]

What are those?

I need some space.

What?
[ Chuckles nervously ]

I can't watch you
hurt yourself anymore.

Steph, I, uh...

I'm not in a --

in a place right now

where it's just
gonna be, like,

"Okay!" Y--

You -- You can't
leave right now.

Not --
Not right now.

Steph, okay,
okay, look, look.

I will do
so much better.

I'm gonna do
a lot better, okay?

And I love you.

And I...

I know that
you still care about me.

There's a difference
between caring about someone

and caring
forsomeone.

What the fuck does that mean?
What the fuck does thatmean?

You sound like
my bullshit therapist!If you can't
help yourself,

I don't know what else
I can do anymore.

Apparently, you can
buy me frozen dinners.

Is this what you're doing now --
Chicken tikka masala?

Does that make
you feel less guilt?!

I just don't know what
I can do anymore, okay?

I don't know!

You can stay.

Steph.

Please look at me.

Please, not right now.

Okay?

Steph.[ Object clatters ]

Stop.
I-I'm sorry.

I'll be at my mom's.

I love you, but...

...don't call.

[ Door opens, closes ]

[ Mouse clicking ]

[ Printer whirs ]

[ Knock on door ]

Antonio.

I was in
your neighborhood.

I thought I'd stop by
and see how you were doing.

Oh. DAs make
house calls nowadays.

The good ones do.

I was just gonna
crack open a beer.

Thought
you'd never ask.

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Taps can,
can hisses ]

Can we get to it?

I know you young lads
like to make haste.

Sadie McDonald's
mother said

you were snooping
around her house.

Ah...
Why?

She came at me with a scalpel
in the hospital.

Sadie. Not her mum.

She attacked you
with a scalpel?

Tried.

She also nearly
overdosed a patient.

On both occasions,
colleagues claimed

this was not
the woman they knew.

Something was going on.

I was looking
to find out.

Anyway, clearly something
wasgoing on.

She took her life.

Okay, but why
the interest in her?

Because she was
treating Hartsfield?

Well,
initially, anyway.

And then...?

She seems like
a nice lady.

It was like...

concern was a factor.

Old-school stuff.

Look --

why don't we just tell
each other what we know?

I'll go first.
I know that last year,

you were very instrumental in
bringing Brady Hartsfield down.

You went to the police,
especially Pete Dixon,

you told him
all kinds of shit,

but you also
held shit back.

Letters, videos,
girlfriends getting blown up.

That's not true.You held shit back
to the point

where it endangered
people's lives.

Now, that's not
old-school stuff.

That's reckless.

And in my new-school
state of mind,

the last thing I can
make time for is reckless.

So, how's about
we pull up a chair

we both sit down, we have
a very nice, frank conversation

about what it is
exactly that you know,

like cops used to do
back in the day?

Sound good?

Sure.

I-Is it okay that I
put this here, Maggie?

Oh, yeah.

Sadie was nice.

That's a wonderful
thought, Al.

[ Monitors beeping,
respirator hissing ]

Time to say
good night, Brady.

[ Light switch clicks ]

What do you say we watch
our favorite program?

Narrator: African elephants
naturally organize themselves

into intimate family groups

of approximately three mothers
and their calves.

Every day, Al.
Every fucking day,

we watch this shit.

They fuck, they sleep,
they shit, they die,

just like us.
They flap their big ears.

They blow their trunks

because they're
fucking elephants!

This thingamajig
is technically yours.

So you just
say the word,

and I'll bring it
right back, hm?

When a male elephant grows out of the matriarchal family unit,

he is forced to strike out
on his own.

He lives alone
or joins a small group

Ahh... of other roaming males.

Males compete for dominance...

So relaxing.

...and each one's age and size
determine their stature.

However, when males are not
directly fighting for mates,

they form substantial bonds.

[ Video game beeps ]

The males
compete for dominance,

and each one's age and size
determine their stature.

However, when males are not
directly fighting mates,

they form substantial bonds.

[ Video game beeping,
narration continues ]

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Relax, Al. Relax.

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I'm in.
[ Exhales sharply ]

This scalpel incident --
you didn't report it because...?

Because I wanted to be sure
it was what it seemed.

This was a gentle lady,
you know?

No history
of violence.

I wanted to leave room
for the possibility I was wrong.

Now, in retrospect,

pretty sure
I was right.

And you don't have
a theory

as to why she suddenly
went rogue like that?

[ Sighs ]
People are people.

You can never
figure them.

You know, my pop said that
that's what distinguished you.

You could always
somehow figure.

[ Chuckles ]

You could figure,
and...

you were dogged.

Sometimes to a fault.

[ Sighs ]

Sometimes.

[ Can thuds ]

Okay, I need
to take a piss.

[ Door opens and closes ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

[ Door closes ]

Like you say --

dogged.

What the fuck
are you doing?

Okay, there --
there's healthy obsession

and not-so-healthy.
This --

This here,
this is healthy obsession.

This is the kind of obsession
that catches bad guys.

But this --
I think the clinical term

for this is
fucked-up obsession.

You want
to explain this?!

Not especially, no.

What's the connection
between this

and this here?

Probably nothing.

Bullshit.

I don't think
he's entirely gone, okay?

I beg your pardon?Hartsfield.

I think he's more aware
than he lets on.

What the fuck
are you talking about?

It's just
a sense on my part,

but I think there's
cognitive life in there.

Oh, do doctors share
in your opinion?

Doctors don't share
shite!

Now, maybe you can drop by
one of their houses for a beer

and check their
fucking bulletin boards!

You seriously think
Brady Hartsfield's cognitive?

I'll take it
a step further.

I think he found a way to
communicate with Sadie McDonald.

I think
he's faking the coma.

Okay.
I'm gonna give you

the benefit of the doubt,
and I'm gonna chalk this up

to the beer. You can't fake
a fucking coma.

Really?

Conventional wisdom
says not.

But...?

Conventional wisdom can't
account for Brady Hartsfield.

Or for Sadie McDonald
jumping off a rooftop.

[ Exhales sharply ]

Brady:
Okay, okay, okay. Um...

so, relax, um...

Maybe we...

Woman:
Look out!

[ Crash ]

No! No, no, no.

No. Uh...

Fuck.

Males compete for dominance,

and each one's age and size
determines their stature.

However, when males are not
directly fighting for mates,

they form s--[ Television turns off ]

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[ Sighs ]

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[ Video game powers on ]

I'm in. I'm in.
I'm in.

[ Imitates explosion ]

It's the Zappits,
dummy!

They hypnotize
people.

Youhypnotize
people.

The Zappits
are just the doorway.

You need
to walk through it. Ow.

Mm! Damn it! Ow!

I'm starving.

Got any Hot Pockets?

Yeah, check
the freezer.

Want one?

Yeah, put one in
for me.

[ Beeping ]

♪♪

Carmen.

Can I have another?

Really?

What?

You've got to be
fucking kidding me.

Come on.

I'm your best customer.
Let's go.

Thank you.

♪♪

♪♪

I'll do a shot
of tequila, please.

♪♪

♪♪

Hi.

Hey.

You want another?Yeah. Why not?

Okay.

Yo, Carmen, can we
get us some tequila?

Two. Two!

[ Clears throat ]

I like that shirt.
Thanks.

♪♪

♪♪

Let's get out of here,
shall we?

Okay. Um...

What do we say we go
for a little walk, Al, hey?

♪♪

Wilmer: Where you
going, buddy? Al?

How about we get
the fuck out of here?

♪♪

Okay.

Fucking me and you, Al.

♪♪

[ Elevator bell dings ]

♪♪

1 for ground.

♪♪

Let's go
for a little joy ride.

Let's get out of
the fucking town, huh?

Let's get out of here.
Let's -- Let's, uh...

Let's go
for a stroll, huh?

Oh, I swear to God
that shit happened.

It did not.
You're such a liar.It happened.

I swear to God.
It was -- She --

She's been banned
from Banana Republic.

They got her picture
on file in the back.

[ Laughs ]
There were like --
[ Laughs ]

There were --

There were, like,
mannequins involved.

She got fucking fired
'cause of that shit.

Swear to God.

Oh, my God,
you are so...

My house is, like,
two blocks away.

So?

"So"?

I can fuck
with you, too.

[ Both laugh ]Come on.

Okay.

Okay, Al,
where are we going?

We, uh --
We getting a bus?

We, uh, gonna get on a bus?
You got a bicycle?

You don't strike me
as a bicycle guy.

Where's your car?
Where's your car?

Wait, is this you?

Is this you,
you dark horse?

That's quite the animal.

Wow.

I bet the panties
just melt off them

when they see that, huh?

Shotgun!

Pixie: Yeah, she was
pretty pissed.

Lou: Man, I know Carmen
from so long ago.

That girl loves me.

You stole
the karaoke mic

and started singing
over the music.

That's right.
[ Laughs ]

-Hey, ladies.
-That's right.

You guys going
for a little, uh,

scissor action?

Oh, come on.
Let me watch.

Leave us alone,
guy.

Well, at least we know
who the dude is.

Back the fuckoff!

Hey, come on.

Come on.Hey, cunt!

I just want to know
who wears the strap-on.

Is that too much to ask?
-Come on.

[ Pepper spray hissing ]Ohh, my --
Fuck! Ohh!

Pixie: Hey, let's go.
Let's go.

[ Grunts ]

Let's get out of here!
Come on!

[ Grunts ]

Fuck!
Hey, let's go.
Come on. Come on.

All right, fuck it.
I'm out.

[ Breathing heavily ][ Coughing ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Coughs ]

[ Siren wailing ]

[ Grunting ]

[ Wailing continues,
tires screech ]

Officer:
Stop what you're doing!

I said stop
what you're doing!

Put your fucking hands up!

Put your hands up!

Morning, Al.

So, I thought we'll start
with a little history tour.

My greatest hits,
if you will.

One day...

One day,
when this is all over,

I'll be able to take
a tour of this city,

and this, Al --
take a left --

this will be
stop number-one.

♪♪

Huh.

♪♪

A rock
and a plaque, huh?

Is that all?

[ Echoing screams ]

♪♪

They died...

because I lived.

Not many people
can say they had

that kind of impact
on the world.

[ Toothbrush scrubbing,
screaming continues ]

♪♪

[ Spits ]

♪♪

Sure, take a teddy.

♪♪

[ Chuckles ]

Oh, Al.

I'm starting
to love you more and more.

♪♪

♪♪

Ms. McDonald?

I complained
to the police about you.

Yeah. Everyone complains
about me.

I'd like to see
your daughter's phone, please.

Why?

Because I share
your suspicion.

I wanted to see if there's
anything in her texts

that could explain
what happened.

Listen to me.

The police don't care.

[ Gate rattles ]

They've already ruled it suicide
and have moved on.

If there's a truth
to be uncovered here,

the job falls to me.

Why do you care?

Well, I could tell you,
but I'm not sure

you'd be tickled by
the explanation.

Just suffice to say...
I do.

Can I please have
a look at her phone?

I don't know
the password.

Let me deal with that.

It's inside.
Wait here.

[ Chuckles ]

Linklatter.

Somebody loves you.

Right there.

[ Sighs ]

Have a nice day.

Thank you.

[ Siren wails ]

I am so,
so sorry.

It's fine.

I was...

...walking, and
this fucking guy,

he totally
came up to me --

You don't need
to explain.
This prick --

I do.
I'm sorry
this happened to you.

I really am.
It's --

It's so
fucking terrible.

I just can't anymore.

Lou: Wait, Steph,
can you not

do this right now?
Then when?

The next time you go on a bender
and get in a fight?

Lou, this wasn't
self-defense.

Yes, it was.
You could have
killed him!

Lou, you put him
in the hospital.

It is a fucking miracle
he's not pressing charges.

Take a taxi home.
We're done.

You know, only 9%
of construction workers

in the United States
are women.

What was that?

Uh...

oh, I just thought
that maybe

you might want
some help.

Oh.
There you go.

Um, actually,
now that I think about it,

I don't have the best
hand-eye coordination,

and, um, active
construction sites

are full
of hidden dangers.

S-Splinters.

Let me ask you
a question.

And I want you
to be perfectly honest.

How weird are you?

Very.
[ Scoffs ]

If you only knew.

Ida: You want
to talk about it?

Mm...

you don't really
want to hear, do you?

No, not for
a second.

Why don't you just
tell me what's up?

Bill.

Bill?
What did he do now?

Well...I mean,

it's more
what he didn't do.

He keeps...

hiding things from me
all the time,

like I'm a child.

Okay...

I mean, he never
used to do that.

It's the whole reason
why I wanted to start a business

with him
in the first place

'cause he never,

you know, patronized me
or coddled me

or lied to me
or treated me like I was...

like I was less than, you know,
like my mother used to.

I mean, I...

left my life for him.

And I'm glad that I did,
but now I worry

that he's gonna risk everything
we've worked so hard for,

and all for something
that doesn't even exist.

Well, I might agree
if I had any idea

what you were
talking about.

Bill thinks he's onto
something with this case,

if you can even
call it a case.

And honestly,
I think it just

gives him an excuse
to keep following

his obsession
with Brady Hartsfield.

I think he's seeing things
that just aren't there.

I mean, work is my life
and Bill is my work

and I can't do it
without him,

and he's risking it all.

And if I lose him
to this obsession,

then everything that we've
built comes crashing down,

and I can't lose him.

I mean, I can't lose him
from my life.

Holly, listen to me.

I need you to listen to me
for just a second.

You do not need anyone
to survive.

You've done a really good job
of that all by yourself.

And secondly, truly,

have you ever known Bill

to be up to no good?

No. It's the opposite.

I mean, he's always
up to good.

So, perhaps
we should give him

the benefit
of the doubt.

[ Quietly ] He thinks Brady
may be faking his coma.

Well...that would
make him a lunatic.

Do you think that
we should do, like,

an intervention
for him or something?

Listen, Holly, uh,

what good would it do?

Because Bill is gonna think
what Bill thinks.

You and I both
know that.

You know, he has made some
pretty outlandish bets

on things that all
paid off pretty well.

And one of those bets

was on you.

What are you
saying?

I'm saying
that I am not

a big fan
of dependence,

so I don't want you
to depend on Bill.

but at the same time,

you can count
on him.

Does that make sense?

Not really.

Well, then, help me
clean up the work table

'cause that's all
I got.

Okay.

All right, we are ready
for the next step.

[ Sighs ]

I thought "hacking"
was when you type

a bunch of code
into the computer.

Eh, it's a little different
this time.

You have to start
from the inside out.

Too many attempts
at a password

can make the phone
wipe itself clean, so...

Jesus.
Is that possible?

Yeah.

Well, look, don't worry.
I got this, all right?

You're lucky I brought over
a logic analyzer,

a chip reader,
and a mock phone.
Exactly.

Otherwise,
we'd be screwed.

Literally.

How'd you get
all that stuff?

Uh...

Harvard.

Harvard people.

Now, I'm assuming

you didn't learn this
in any actual class.

No.

This would be
a little too, uh --

what's the word?
"Illegal"?

Eh...

"extracurricular."

How long does hacking
a phone usually take?

Well, considering that

the FBI doesn't even know
how to do it,

I'd say a while.

Every copy of the memory chip
takes about an hour.

And then once a phone starts
to try and clean itself --

you know,
wipe itself clean --

you'd have to make
a whole new one, so...

What I'm trying to say is,
settle in.

What's with
the soldering iron?

Well, I mean,
how else would I be able

to extract the memory chip
from the motherboard?

I-I'd have to use this.

Exactly.

Where are you going, huh?
Too boring?

Calm me nerves.

Don't put a hole in me
dining-room table.

[ Chuckles ]
Yeah, I'll try not to.

[ Indistinct talking
in distance ]

[ Clattering ]

How are you
getting on?

It's all right.

It's good you got possible
passwords from Sadie's mom.

Or else there could have been
like a million different combos.

How many have you
gone through?

16.

I'm on
the third copy now.

[ Keys clacking ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Clacking continues ]

Bill, I'm in!

I got it!

[ Sighs ]

Here, look.
Who's Matthew?

The boyfriend.

"He's in my head.

I don't know
how else to explain it."

Go on, go on, go on.Okay.

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