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This fucking procedure better work.

The patient is gonna need
speech therapy as well

as a host of other treatments

before he's fully verbal.

This isn't Vitalta equipment.

It's ours.

It prevents muscle atrophy.

I'm very much looking
forward to meeting you.

Babe.

You did not tell me about wifey.

Holy shit.

If you wake this particular brain,

you'll be opening a box that
you may not be able to close.

And if he doesn't come out of hiding?

We ship him to a secure facility.

Cora, I'm gonna ask you one more time.

Did Vitalta demand that you go to China?

No!

Okay? No.

So much for being in this together.

Help me prove that
motherfucker is conscious,

actively engaged, and verbal.

But what would I have to do?

Well, I heard you're
good with computers.

Okay, one of my theories is that Brady's

manipulating the machinery in his room.

I'm gonna fuck you up, Kermit.

The Al Jursak I talked to
wasn't the same guy I killed.

Who was he before that?

Brady Hartsfield.

What?

Apparently he moved his hand yesterday.

The resurrection has begun.

- Come on.
- Quickly, quickly.

Into the parking lot! All the way!

- Oh, my God.
- Exit.

Police! Move to the exit!

Police! Move towards the exit.

How the fuck did he just vanish?

You're askin' me?

He couldn't have just walk out.

Well, maybe he flew then.

- Oh, fuck you.
- Alright.

No, no, I'm sick of
this man's harassment

and his belligerence.

- He's been a nuisance...
- I just said "alright."

Y-You were in the room
when I first got here.

For all I know, he threw
him out the window.

Then he flew.

- Oh, go fuck yourself.
- Alright!

You've been obsessed with Hartsfield

- right from the get-go.
- And you haven't?

- No, I...
- Okay, I said

shut the fuck up, both of you!

In case this hasn't dawned on you,

this thing is bigger than all of us.

The fucking Mercedes
Killer is out there.

The CNN trucks are on their way.

The FBI want a piece of the action.

So your life as you know it is over.

The more information
you give me right now,

the better I can protect you.

Well, I've got nothing to hide.

Truth be told, I'll be glad
when life as I know it is over.

My life is pretty fucked at the moment,

to say nothing of yours.

Just pulled this from the security cams.

Thanks.

I...

Right out the front door.

Are you fucking kidding me?

- Thank you, Detective.
- Yes, sir.

Jesus fuck. A spring in his step.

Okay.

Putting aside the question of
how he could be conscious,

did you want to explain how he can walk

after laying vegetative for over a year?

I... I can't explain that.

What exactly are you treating him with?

Answer the question, Felix.

I want a lawyer.

Oh, I don't think so.

I want a fucking lawyer.

You're not a suspect.

- You can answer a fucking...
- Bullshit. This is custodial, okay?

I have a right to an attorney.

I'm exercising that right
as of this fucking second.

Yeah, could I have a minute alone

with the good doctor?

H-H-He raises a valid
Constitutional concern.

I'm a big of a stickler myself for,

you know, state action run amok,

you know what I'm saying?

Maybe just a less informal chat

between two private citizens

would render more productive returns.

Are you kidding?

I agree. I'll be right outside.

- I appreciate that.
- What? No.

I... I just said no.

I wouldn't...

Let's have a little chat.

You can't do this.

I fucking think I can.

Ball bearings in a sock.
So simple, so effective.

Sit your ass down before
I fucking kill you.

See, between the bad ticker
and the concussed head,

I'm a bit on borrowed
time here, you know?

So I've nothin' to lose.
You, on the other hand...

You know, you don't scare...

Aah! Fuck!

How's that?

Now, you did some
unauthorized experimentation

on a human being.

Drug therapy, brain surgery.

Could qualify you for
quite the medical prize.

But the problem for society
at large that poses

for you in particular with
your continued freedom

is that Frankenstein
has left the building.

The shit you're in is
up to your earlobes.

I... I need to think.

You need to fucking talk.

About treatments, prognoses,

physical and mental
capacities or lack thereof.

Either I find myself
very quickly enlightened

or I'm gonna break both
your hands so badly,

you will never perform surgery again.

You'll be lucky to pick your nose.

If you never believe a
fucking thing I said,

believe that.

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Oh, that scarf looks good on you.

Find everything you need?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, here.

Oh, thank you.

Are you a doctor?

I am, but I have a little summer cold.

- Don't get too close.
- Oh, yeah.

I wanted to be a doctor once.

Do you love it?

Oh, I find it very rewarding.

You know, I just can't
imagine how it feels

to be a healer.

Oh, my day's probably not so different

from yours, Wanda,

- if I may.
- Yeah.

Yeah, we both work in the
customer-service industry.

We seek to brighten
peoples' days, and for you,

that's a job well done.

I already feel uplifted.

Thank you for saying that.

My pleasure.

One reason I love to shop
at this thrift store

beside it fulfilling my
eclectic consumer needs,

I always feel that much better
when I walk out, you know?

Whether it's a... an interaction with

a top-quality sales
executive such as yourself

or, you know, a friendly
exchange with a fellow patron...

Oh.

It's the little things.

I bet you're an incredible doctor.

Oh, I try.

Um... would you excuse
me a moment, Wanda?

I'll take a look at these shirts.

Certainly. Um, I'll just be up front.

- Okie-dokie.
- Okay.

- Alright.
- Okay.

- You bet ya.
- Okay.

Unfortunately, there's
no reliable information

as to how he could have
become ambulatory.

No medical staff who directly
treated Brady Hartsfield

were available for comment.

The situation is
completely unprecedented.

So police are asking the public

to take all necessary precautions.

Brady Hartsfield, also known as

the Mercedes Killer, is on the loose.

He is extremely dangerous.

This individual's carried
out mass killings.

If anyone out there identifies
him, please do not engage.

Call law enforcement immediately.

Thank you.

The drugs were off-market,
provided by the Chinese.

We had been seeing improvements...

t-t-twitching hand,
increasing brain activity...

and that's miraculous enough.

But for him to suddenly get
up after 400-plus days

of muscle atrophy is...

But you've been exercising his muscles

with the machines, right?

Even so, it defies logic.

Listen, he's been inhabiting people.

We left the logic arena a long time ago.

What about the surgery?

Well, that wouldn't explain his

sudden ability to be mobile.

More-likely scenario...

Is what?

He's been much more conscious
than we ever imagined,

for God knows how long.

So you're saying he's been laying there

pretending to be
comatose when he wasn't?

I don't know.

I don't know.

Look, crazy things happen.

I've seen patients wake up from comas

speaking foreign languages.

Honestly, your guess is as good as mine.

Jesus balls.

What have I done?

What the fuck have I done?

Well, we don't have the resources

to be offering
around-the-clock security.

I'm just talking of a select few who are

close to me, people who could
be in his cross hairs.

His M.O. is to kill random people.

The man blew up my girlfriend last year.

He knows where I live,
who I keep company with.

We can protect you.

I don't fucking want that.

I can take care of myself, okay?

Holly, Ida, Jerome, that's it.

We don't have the resources,

and even... even if we did...

Even if you did, what?

I'm holding on to jurisdiction
by a thread here.

I stuck my neck out for Babineau
so he can do his thing,

and my ticket's about to
get punched over this.

That cocksucker, Brady,
he killed my dog,

and now he's gonna kill
my fucking career.

If you've got any tips
as to where he might be,

I wouldn't mind gettin' there first.

Yeah, you and me both.

For the brain to regenerate
after such a massive trauma...

... this is the neurology
equivalent of a hole-in-one.

Whatever's happened to Brady Hartsfield

offers hope to thousands,

if not millions with
either brain injuries

- or mental disorders.
- It's all over the news.

You're right, Don.

Tell me about it.

... I wonder how does

Dr. Felix Babineau sleep at night.

It's over.

... the global medical implications...

What's over?

Everything.

My life, my career.

Don't say that.

Well, do you hear the
way I'm being depicted?

I'm the guy that put Mr. Mercedes

back on the streets.

Yeah, and what they
will be saying is that

you changed the course
of modern medicine.

I'm looking at prison time, Cora.

Your motives were pure.

From an utilitarian standpoint,

you are the very definition of a hero.

Yeah, well, I don't
exactly see it that way.

This is the best
possible outcome, Felix.

The folks in China are beyond ecstatic,

and we have stock options.

Yeah, there are going to
be some short-term bumps,

but we're set for life.

Our kid is set for life.

No, you're set for life.

I'll be in a cell block.

Look at me.

You are handsome, you are rich,

and you are famous, and
if there's anything

we know about American jurisprudence,

the rich and the famous do
not end up in jail, okay?

I guess all I need to be is rich, then.

Jesus Christ.

You should lock your door.

There's trouble afoot. Have
you not seen the news?

How'd you find out where we live?

That's your question?

Not how I'm walking, how I'm talking?

You want to know how I
found your address?

This guy.

My God. It's incredible.

Ta-da.

Y-You're vocal cords.

I know.

It's amazing what you can do

when you put your mind to it.

Hey, you must have been able
to vocalize in the hospital.

How about I take the
pop quiz another time?

I'm having a day. Sit down.

Okay, okay.

My God, you're actually back.

You're really you.

In form.

Not in substance.

What did you do to me?

- What do you mean?
- I mean I'm not who I was.

I feel changed.

What have you done?

What have I done?

I healed you. I-I saved your life.

You operated on my head.

Did you give me a lobotomy or... ?

No, no, I-I relieved
some cranial pressure,

some bleeding.

You're lying.

I feel different.

Okay, different how?

Mentally, I feel... weaker.

I... I feel...

... regret.

Regret?

For the things I've done.

I've never felt that before.

I don't like it. It's a weakness.

M-Maybe I inadvertently
gave you a conscience.

Don't gloat.

I...

Did you snip something in my brain?

No, no, I swear. I swear.

I was just something
to experiment on, huh?

Okay. I'll give you that.

But I did not alter your brain, okay?

Don't stare at me.

I'm not a zoo monkey.

No. No, you're... you're a miracle.

You find me attractive, Cora?

Huh?

What type of person flirts with a man

in a vegetative state, huh?

Huh?

How do you... How do you remember that?

Oh, I remember every second.

It was the highlight of my month.

Have you... Have you been
conscious this whole time?

In and out.

It's complicated.

Wait, so we're closing the business?

For now.

And you should probably seek

other living accommodations.

- Like hell.
- Ida.

I'm not moving out of my house.

I have my routines.

Plus which, he's not gonna bother me.

Yeah, what makes you think that?

I bought ice cream cones
off the man for years.

I was always unfailingly courteous.

What goes around comes around.

You might want to remember that, Bill.

Yeah, well, you might
want to remember that

what comes 'round for me might
happily settle for you!

Killing people I care about
is his idea of a hobby!

And it's people you love.

People I love.

Isn't it more likely that
maybe he was removed?

I mean, maybe the doctor just moved him

to another place to
continue the experiment.

I saw the security footage.

That didn't happen.

Okay, well, how likely is
it that he wakes up...

Why the fuck is everybody
stuck on this "likely"?

Can we just agree there is no
such thing as fucking "likely"?

It doesn't exist, okay?

Okay.

We're not the enemy.

You all need to be vigilant, okay?

That's all I'm saying.

And make yourselves scarce.

Finders Keepers is closed for now.

And you can't be living with me until

this whole thing is resolved. That's it.

Sooner you get your ass back
up to Harvard, the better.

Come on, let's go. We got to go.

What about Donna?

Ah, fuck. She's okay.

She's in Seattle, thanks to God.

She's with Allie.

You know, there's, like, a net
over the whole town, right?

I mean, what... what's he gonna do?

Where's he gonna go?

Jerome, the man has a knack
for defying the odds.

Or has that escaped you?

As long as I'm alive and offering

such medical promise to
the world, you're okay.

But if I die,

all your experimentation
goes for naught.

Your public image...

So we, each of us, have
a vested interest...

... in my continued good health.

Agreed?

- Yeah.
- Yes.

Okay.

So, what's the prognosis, Doc?

Um... first, we need to get
you back to a hospital.

The drug you're on is called Cerebellin.

It's temporary as much
as it is miraculous.

You'll need another
dose within three days.

Or... ?

I don't want to speculate.

Or?

You'll weaken and most likely die.

The regression, when it happens,
it comes on very quick.

Now, there's... there's
also side effects.

Such as?

I-I-In lab animals, mostly,
uh, glioblastomas.

Brain tumors.

Yes. Y-You need to have
continued injections

of Cerebellin inside the cortex.

And this... this... this
drug supply, where is it?

- The hospital?
- Uh, some.

It's mainly in China.

It hasn't been approved here.

Right.

So medically speaking,

I'm a dead man walking.

Fuck.

You know what we are, us three?

We're a teamie-weamie, okay?

We can each benefit one another.

Win, win, common good.

You know, that would never
have appealed to me before.

Are you sure you didn't snip something?

- No...
- Rhetorical.

Aah!

Okay.

Now it's time we go for a little drive.

What do you mean?

Just a little drive in your car.

It's nicer than the one I stole.

What do you say, Cora?

Time for a little teamie-weamie outing.

Oh, my God.

Are you packed?

Clearly, I'd be safer
here than in some hotel.

We're not having that discussion.

I've wasted too much time
trying to convince people

of things they're
ill-inclined to accept.

- Right.
- That chapter of my life is over.

So, he shows up here, just
boom, right in the head?

To be safe.

The tinsmith didn't give him a heart.

Oh, hark, I hear the roar of a lecture.

I don't have a lecture.

No, no word to the wise, even?

"Bill, don't kill him,
you're better than this"?

I tried to kill him, too, remember?

I mean, I smashed his head to bits.

I thought.

And I... I don't feel
bad about that at all,

so, you know.

Okay.

You know, when I got home that
night, I found all these,

um, hard bits of
something on my clothes.

I realized they were Brady
Hartsfield brain pieces.

You know, his thoughts.

And when I washed my clothes,
it felt like all of his

evil ideas were being
washed away because of me.

And I... felt clean.

And the world felt cleaner, and
I liked that feeling a lot.

I don't mind you cleaning up.

I just don't want you to get hurt.

I won't get hurt.

So we're just gonna
blithely walk in there?

You don't think they'll
be happy to see me?

M-Maybe we should call ahead first.

What if some young cop pulls his gun?

They won't even know
who's walked in the door

until I take these off, okay?

You could get all three of us shot.

You're being very negative, Felix.

Can we please just get this over with?

Wait a second. Don't rush me.

I don't do my best work under pressure.

Or maybe I do.

Cora, get in the back seat, please.

- What?
- Back seat now,

for a second, before we head in.

Don't do it.

Excuse me.

- Cora, back seat now.
- Okay.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

But I do want to ask you a favor.

I'd like to kiss you.

Excuse me?

My freedom is over.

I've never been with an
attractive woman before...

other than mother.

Don't ask.

I'm, uh... I'm 29 years old,

and I've never been kissed.

How sad is that?

Look, I... I don't... I don't
think that I feel comfortable...

I think we're all a little
out of our comfort zone.

Right, Felix?

I'm not gonna hurt you.

I just want to know the feeling.

Please.

That was nice,

but not what I'm talking about.

I need a real kiss.

One that will last the rest of my life.

Cora, you're going to be writing a book.

You know this.

"My Day With Mr. Mercedes."

You're gonna go on the road,

the big junket to sell that book.

Imagine being able to talk about

the passionate kiss you
shared with Mr. Mercedes.

That would sell a lot of books, Cora.

As for me...

... I just want to know
what it feels like.

Please.

Please.

Okay, wow.

Now I get it.

You're crying.

Don't put that in your book.

Okay, teamie.

Let's go turn the bad guy in.

May I help you?

We're here to see Assistant
District Attorney Montez.

Can I tell him who's asking?

I am.

Heeere's Johnny!

It's Hartsfield. Put your hands up!

Get on the ground! Put your hands up!

On the ground!

- Back up requested.
- Right there, right there.

Little dramatic.

It might be a good thing that
he's out of that hospital.

Well, how do you figure that?

He was quite nearly viral.

He was becoming code.

I-I don't even know what that means.

Um, it means his... his mind

was fusing with the computers.

Yes! Look, I... I worked
with Brady Hartsfield

for years, and I know
his cyber fingerprint,

and he was in those fucking monitors,

and he was in these shitty
little handheld devices

that they were passing around.

I think that he was in
Library Al's Zappit.

Look, uh, Lou, you might
not be safe here.

Do you have a place to stay
till this is resolved?

What, you... you think he's gonna...

you think he's gonna
come looking for me?

We can't rule it out.

Maybe I could get a gun and kill him.

I thought about killing
him in the hospital,

and then I... and then I didn't.

I didn't have it in me.

Not many people have.

I didn't think he had it in him.

But he did.

I think he really drove
that one home, didn't he?

H-Hey guys. Guys, look.

... walked in voluntarily
and surrendered

himself without incident.

We're told that he was
accompanied by two others.

No confirmed identities,
but we are being told

that one of the persons was
Brady Hartsfield's surgeon.

To repeat, the Mercedes Killer

is in custody after voluntarily
turning himself in.

What?

What?

Hello, sir.

Good to see you again, Tony.

It is Tony or Anton?

You know this man?

He kind of tortured me at the hospital.

Um, "occupandi temporis."

It sounded like military talk.

And then you squeezed my testicles.

I'm not sure why you did that, sir.

Why are you so upset?

Did I say I was upset?

You don't have to.

You... You look like
you're about to combust.

I mean, he's in custody.
This is a good thing, right?

They got him.

Or was the idea for you to get him?

I mean, are you upset about that?

Okay, I'm happy talking to myself.

You know, I've only been doing it

for my entire life, so...

Hey, Holly, fab news.

You no longer have to secure
other living arrangements.

I know!

And we don't have to close
the office now, either.

Wait, I didn't even think of that.

Right? You know, I'm gonna
think about it right now.

Best thing to do it quietly
so as not to disturb

Mad Bill while he's driving.

Hey, Holly, I've got an idea.

We should have a little party,

you know, like a
we-got-the-bad-guy celebration.

Why, that's a great idea.

I mean, ding, dong, he's back in jail.

It's fabulous.

I don't fucking trust it.

I mean, for him to turn himself in.

Got to have a plan.

Why would he willingly turn himself in?

Because I'm guilty.

I did what I did.

I killed people.

A lot of people. I-I
should be locked up.

What happened? You get
a burst of conscience?

I guess.

I... know the surgeon
did something to me.

I'm, um,

feeling a lot of things that...

I never felt before.

What kind of things?

Um... emotional, um...

R-Regret.

It... It never bothered me
for one second that I...

... hurt those people and...

And now...

I'm sorry. I'm here.

I waived my rights.

You can ask me anything you like.

What do you want to know

about the Arts Center Gala,

stabbing Lou, or what?

What do you want to know?

Well, let's back up a little.

How far?

To the beginning?

To when my father beat me

or the hand jobs I got from mother

or when I killed my baby brother?

How far do you want to go?

You killed your brother?

I did.

Let's fast-forward to the jobs fair.

Sure.

I don't recognize that person,

but whoever it was just snapped.

- You snapped?
- I snapped.

The person I used to be snapped.

The person I am now would never...

That doctor did something to me.

Okay. Before we get into your Mira...

The shit that went on in that hospital,

him grabbing my balls
was the least of it.

That Detective Hodges, he, um...

he tried to kill me.

I'm sorry?

He, um...

he pinched off my oxygen supply.

There's something wrong with that guy.

This isn't about Detective Hodges.

Agreed. It's about me.

Or who I used to be.

I'm guilty.

I won't contest that.

I won't contest the
death penalty, but...

That offer's conditional.

- What's the condition?
- Upon my death,

I want my brain sent
to Boston University.

I promised mother I'd go to college.

Fuck you.

They do postmortem studies
there on the brain,

typically for athletes
suffering from CTE.

But it's not limited to that.

Whatever made me what I was,

there may be explanations
found in my brain.

I want it studied

so something like me
never happens again.

Well, I'm not denying
that laws were broken.

So if you want to talk
to me about morality,

let's talk about how many
people die every day because

they're being denied
treatments of possible cures

that are being held up by

the FDA and other
bureaucratic roadblocks.

I mean, the drug that we
gave Brady Hartsfield,

it could possibly cure Alzheimer's.

And that justifies you
using it illegally

to treat a serial killer?

Well, we need to test
this stuff on humans,

so who better to use as
guinea pigs than people

we already deem to be expendable?

Look at her go.

People are dying while
real hope gets held up

in regulatory red tape.

China cuts through it. Why can't we?

Yeah. She is good.

She's really good.

For me, the main issue
is that it's important

that Mr. Hartsfield be imprisoned in

a medical facility so
that we can continue

administering and... and testing

this specific life-saving drug.

- Bingo.
- And how do we know

- that he won't simply escape again?
- What?

He turned himself in because
it's the only way he survives.

He needs that fucking drug.

Didn't I tell you?

What did I fucking tell you?

... his mind is way too valuable to lose.

While I'm sure some
medical professionals

would agree with you...

Hey.

Did you hear what that fucking woman

is saying on the TV? Come on in.

Yeah, I heard it in the car.

Listen, I need to talk
to you for a second.

- Sure.
- Brady Hartsfield is a monster.

There's no question.

So, our friend's been
doing a little talking.

Did you try to kill him when
he was in the hospital?

- What?
- He's saying that you

pinched his oxygen line off. Did you?

So what if I did?

My only regret is unpinching it.

Look, this is a bit of an
unofficial house call,

but you may be facing some heat.

Bring it.

Bill, you tried to
suffocate a man in a coma,

and then you shot and
killed that Library Al guy.

In self-defense. A man in a coma?

You tried to castrate the bastard.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm on your side, okay?

Look, they're gonna ask
you some questions.

You answer them truthfully.

Don't go pulling any shit,

and this will all go away.

I'm in the hot seat for this shit?

- Are you fucking kidding me?
- No, Bill.

We're allin the fucking
hot seat for this, okay?

Let's just play ball, and
we'll get past this.

I'll talk to you later.

And I-I saw a human
being, one with a soul.

Everybody wants their close-up, huh?

Yeah.

Honey, it's time for yours.

What do you mean?

You got to call a press
conference tomorrow.

You need to get in front of the camera

and ahead of the story.

Oh, God. I don't know.

I do.

You're a healer.

And don't forget that we're
the ones who brought

Brady in to the police.
We turned him in.

We're the good guys.

What was it like kissing him?

Don't ask me that.

I am asking.

He didn't really seem
like a monster to me.

At least not in that moment.

Remember when he was talking about, um,

like, feeling change from the surgery?

Is that possible?

Sometimes when you go into
the prefrontal cortex,

patients come out different, yeah.

So it is possible he could be

someone different than he used to be.

Honestly, we don't really
understand the brain.

We're only at the beginning
of the beginning

of the beginning of discovering

what we still have to learn.

That's good.

You got to remember to say
that in the press conference.

We have more on breaking news.

Brady Hartsfield, notoriously
known as Mr. Mercedes,

is in police custody
following his escape

from Mercy General Hospital.

With details still
emerging, we can confirm

that Hartsfield voluntarily
turned himself in

yesterday afternoon.

Rumors has surfaced that
Hartsfield's recovery

might be attributed to his neurosurgeon

Dr. Felix Babineau.

We have reach out to Mercy
General and the doctor,

but have gotten no comment.

We will have more
details as they emerge.

Fair warning, this guy's
a bit of a ball buster.

He's a good cop.

He gets to the bottom
of shit, which is good.

Unless you're the bottom of shit.

Unless that.

Where's Hartsfield?

- Is he still here?
- For now.

He's getting moved to
a medical facility.

So he can keep getting his miracle drug?

I don't know.

He has a lawyer, I do know that.

He's been making a few calls.

I want to see him.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Get me in a room with him.

First things first, okay?

Daniel Marks, uh, Bill Hodges.

Have a seat, please.

Yeah.

You've got quite a thick file.

- Thick prick to go with it, actually.
- Mm-hmm.

I'm told you, uh, don't deny

crimping Brady Hartsfield's oxygen line.

- Is that true?
- Do I need a lawyer?

I don't know. Do you?

Look.

I pinched his line, I thought
about choking him out,

then I thought better about it,

okay? Everything is subjective.

Well, that's not a
very helpful response,

and I hope it's not
indicative of your attitude.

Mr. Hartsfield has
engaged Merrill D. Shields.

I think that name probably rings a bell.

Mr. Shields has a very successful record

of putting law enforcement on trial.

Brady Hartsfield mowed down 16 people

at a jobs fair with a Mercedes.

He murdered his boss.

He tried to blow up
thousands at an arts gala.

No disrespect to Merrill D.
whoever-the-fuck,

but I don't really fancy
his chances here.

I want to nail Brady Hartsfield

every bit as much as you do.

But my concern right
now is that you may be

the weak link in the chain.

How so?

How so? Seriously?

Yeah, that was my question. How so?

Well, let's see.

You stalked and harassed

Sadie McDonald,

who ultimately jumped to her death,

landing at your feet.

You stalked and pursued

Al Jursak, who you
ultimately shot and killed.

What is this, "This Is Your Life?"

Last year, you withheld
material information

and evidence from the police regarding

Brady Hartsfield...

... a decision which

contributed to the death
of one Janey Patterson.

Fuck you.

Fuck you!

- I heard you the first time.
- No, no, no, no. Fuck you again.

- Bullshit. That's bullshit!
- According to the...

According to the records

of your ex-partner, Peter Dixon,

there was enough evidence

to charge you with
obstruction of justice.

Now, I would endeavor to
question Detective Dixon

further, but as you
know, he was found dead

in your kitchen.

You smug prick.

Are you fucking kidding me?

You don't think these are issues?

What the fuck is this?

You know, I can handle loose cannons

like you, but what I can't
handle is loose ends.

They make me nervous.

Let me ask you something.

When you shot and killed Al Jursak,

were you under the impression
that you were really

shooting Brady Hartsfield?

I didn't say that.

No?

Well, did you ever say

that you believed Brady Hartsfield

was inhabiting the mind
and body of Al Jursak?

Well, now, you see, I'm concerned that

Merrill D. Shields might
make hay on that one, okay?

Look, I'm not on trial here.

Don't be too sure.

According to Brady Hartsfield,
you two engaged in

continued communication right up until

the attempting bombing
of the Edwards Art Gala.

But I told Pete Dixon that.

- Oh, really?
- I kept him in the loop, yeah.

I saw no evidence of that
in his file, none at all.

Ah, enough of this bullshit.

Yeah? Did you have enough of
Felix Babineau's bullshit

last night when you assaulted
him at the hospital?

What the hell is this?

You might be a material
witness in all of this.

And the idea of my case
turning on your credibility

is rather disconcerting right now.

You know what? You can
go and fuck yourself.

Am I free to go?

Why? You got some place you got to be?

Are you detaining me,
you piece of smug shit,

or am I free to go?

Don't leave the jurisdiction.

Fuck you very much.

Oh, and one last thing.

The teenager that you
pulled a gun on last year

in your backyard, he was
climbing over the fence?

Just in case that should come up,

were you inebriated at the time?

The responding officer
claims that you were.

I can't remember.

Were you inebriated?

Can't remember. Too drunk, allegedly.

God damn it.

It's in the report.

Come on, Donna. Pick
up, for fuck's sake.

Shit.

Donna, I need you to call me back.

I'm gonna be in need of legal
assistance pretty soon, okay?

Call me back, alright?

What the fuck, Bill?
That did not go well.

Tell me about it.

You're gonna be charged.

Fucking dick.

Assault and battery on Babineau,

assault and battery on Hartsfield.

Let's hope that's all.

Okay.

Get yourself a lawyer, Bill, quickly,

and find someone to take
care of your turtle.

Tortoise.

Well, he really likes his lunch.

Yeah.

Doesn't usually go for the white stuff.

Here, Fred. I think you got enough now.

You like the red bits,
though, don't you?

There you go.

How about that? Say, "Who's your daddy?

Who's your daddy?"

I don't understand.

I mean, why didn't they just
arrest you on the spot?

'Cause the detective's an asshole.

Or should I say he perceived me as one.

- Mm-hmm.
- So he's gonna fuck with me some.

If they can take me too late
in the day to be arraigned,

he can stick me in a cell overnight.

To reflect.

Reflect on what?

On my being an asshole.

It's just, why would they arrest you?

I just...

Hartsfield's got a high-flying lawyer...

- Yeah.
- ... who puts police departments on trial

with some success, evidentially.

Yeah, but you're not the police.

Yeah.

So the police can take
the high road by saying

they don't condone my shit.

The world is upside down.

Yeah.

Bentham talked about
consequential morality,

meaning the greatest good for
the greatest number of people.

Now, clearly he would've favored
using this drug, even illegally,

as it stands to benefit and
possibly save millions of lives.

Kant talked about the fundamental
humanity of the act.

It's humane to heal.

We don't condition that healing on

the perceived worth of the
person being treated.

We also talk about the law
of unintended consequences.

Typically, the reference is
to unforeseen bad results,

but sometimes the surprises
can be good ones.

Now, Brady Hartsfield entered
the hospital as a psychopath.

It's possible he left as a human being.

His prefrontal cortex,
his temporal lobe,

even his amygdala may all have
been altered for the better.

Now, can you imagine that?

We're not just talking
about curing Alzheimer's

and Parkinson's, but psychosis.

I mean, we may have
stumbled upon something

truly miraculous here.

I hear your outrage, and you're
entitled to every bit of it.

But life has a strange way of flipping.

We have in our midst a human subject

that we can learn from and we can study.

What an opportunity that could be.

Brady Hartsfield was once evil.

Maybe he still is.

But he now represents something else

to every single one of us... hope.

And what is hope, I ask you,

if not humanity's most
precious commodity?

Greetings, Detective.

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