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Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...

Montez: Do you want to explain
how he can walk

after laying vegetative
for over a year?

I want a lawyer.

What did you do to me?

The drug you're on is called Cerebellin.

I feel different.

You'll need another dose
within three days.

Or...?

You'll weaken
a-and most likely die.

We're here to see Assistant
District Attorney Montez.

It's Hartsfield.
Put your hands up!

Get on the ground!
Put your hands up!

Lou, you might not be safe here.

You think he's gonna
come looking for me?

- Guys, look.
- Anchor Jeanine: Walked in voluntarily

and surrendered himself without incident.

What?

He's an affront to humanity.

He's got to be stopped.

Not your job anymore. (Sighs)

I'm told you don't deny crimping
Brady Hartsfield's oxygen line.

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

Brady Hartsfield entered
the hospital as a psychopath.

He now represents something else

to every single one of us...
Hope.

Brady: Greetings, Detective.

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(Scoffs)

This is surreal.

Well...

I deserve to be here,

and you probably do
since you tried to kill me,

but...
in jail together?

If I tried to kill you, you'd be dead.

I guess.

This is fucked.

- Never mind.
- The guy's already confessed.

Why risk even a whiff
of prosecutorial misconduct...

This is not
prosecutorial misconduct,

and a confession from that fuck
doesn't mean shit.

Why not?

Because he's gonna be
hiding behind insanity.

He was already laying the pipe
when we questioned him.

Hodges knows how to push
all the right buttons

to get the real
Brady Hartsfield to show up.

I am sorry.

No doubt.

I mean it.

The idea...

I could be the kind of person who would...

Clearly I was missing a chip.

The main thing...

I'm better now.

That's the plan, is it?

Chip found, all better.

You know, you were partly to blame

for the subsequent mayhem.

Was I now?

You called me a fraud, a nothing.

You... You accused me
of fucking my mother.

It hit a nerve.

(Scoffs)

You know, I sometimes wonder...

would Janey Patterson
still be alive

if you hadn't provoked me so?

Provoked the old me, I should say.

The chipless you.

Do you want a face-to-face, Hartsfield?

Let's do it.

Could you zoom in there please, Nancy?

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I don't like this.

I do not like this.

The, uh... The things I did,

I understand your motives
in wanting to bring me down.

Saying the right things.
Good for you.

I've apologized.

I've condemned the person I was.
I've denounced him.

We're on the same side now.

♪ ♪

No hard feelings.

You really expect me
to shake that thing?

I'm... I'm sure
you'd rather kill me,

but that would make you lawless,

and we both know you're not that.

You so cherish
your moral superiority.

That always pissed me off,
you should know.

Never my intent to upset.

You know, the old me...
Mr. Chipless...

He would've delighted in all of this...

Bringing you down to his level.

It'd be the ultimate
old-me masterpiece.

You sat there, knowing
at the end of the day,

you're no better than me.

Don't you mean to say "him"?

Him.

Past tense.

Right.

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Bill, I don't blame you
in wanting me dead, okay?

Is it... Is it okay
if I call you Bill?

You had your chance
at the hospital.

Um...

You have a chance again now.

Given what's in store for me,
it could be win/win.

You'd like me to do it,
wouldn't ya?

I actually would.

But we know that isn't who you are.

Is it?

No, it isn't.

(Gasps)
Then again...

Shit.

(Gagging)

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(Gasping)

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(Buzzer) Move! Move! Come on!

Man: Go!
Unlock it, unlock it.

(Indistinct shouting)

Appeared to be choking
on this little thing.

I had to dislodge it.

- Don't move!
- He's got evidence.

Montez: He's got evidence right there.

Plastics...
Could be the death of ya.

We got evidence. He was choking.
He was choking.

He was choking.

Probably still is, any luck.Easy.

(Mississippi John Hurt's
"I Shall Not Be Moved" plays)

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What the fuck, man?

People reveal their true colors
under duress.

Good news is, he's still at home.

There's not a fucking thing
changed about him.

That is not what we needed.

Well, that's what you got.

Am I still arrested?
You might be.

For now, you're dodging
a bullet thanks to me.

No more bullshit, okay?

Donna, thank God.

Hi, Tony. All good.

You're, uh...
You're processed out.

Okay, good. His arraignment
is slated for 2:00.

In the meantime,
no talking to the media.

Why not?
Because I said so,

and because that asshole's lawyer is
looking to put the cops on trial,

and I don't need you
spoon-feeding them sound bites.

Babineau's talking
his face off everywhere.

Would you help me with this, please?
Yeah, yeah, sure.

All right, and put a suit on,
and just...

generally look better
than you do right now.

Thanks for coming.

You know, I'm not a criminal attorney.

If they do decide to prosecute you,

you're gonna have to find
yourself somebody else.

Montez says that
they probably won't.

Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah, it's all right.

Yeah, it's okay.
You know what, Bill?

Whether they press
criminal charges or not,

you could still face
a ton of civil exposure,

the least of which Brady suing
youfor assault and battery.

At least he's behind bars.

So were you.

Well, something happened
in there.

No shit.
No, no.

Seriously, like,
a bit of an eye-opener.

A what?

An epiphany, actually.

"An epiphany." An epiphany?
What are you talking about?

Well, I... I'd like to tell you
about it, but...

Fine. What... What is it?
Tell me. Tell me the epiphany.

No, not now.
Can we have dinner?

No, it's 11:00.
I'm not hungry.

Tomorrow, then.
Whenever.

Fine.

(Indistinct shouting)

The case of the People of Ohio
vs. Brady Hartsfield

is set to begin imminently.

Public revulsion
against Mr. Hartsfield

has not diminished even as
almost three years have passed

since the Mercedes massacre.

Surviving victims and
family members of the victims

have turned out for front-row seats

to see this man brought to justice.

(Indistinct chanting)

I'm not good with crowds like this.

Well, just suck it up.

Reminds me of the Arts Gala.

Well, try not to bash anybody's skull in.

Bill Hodges, Michelle Roberts,
WPDK Milwaukee.

Can I get a comment?

Free agency ruined baseball.
That's all I got.

Holly Gibney.

Um, I'm sorry.
I've got to go. Sorry.

Case number 32432...

People of Ohio vs. Brady Hartsfield.

(Camera shutters clicking)

Stop with the cameras, please.

Stop with the cameras.
Take your seats.

Shields: Good afternoon, Your Honor.

Merrill D. Shields for the defendant.

We will wave the reading
of the charges at this time,

enter a plea of not guilty.

(People murmuring)

Antonio Montez for
the People of Ohio, Your Honor.

In that this is a capital case,
we will be opposing bail.

We do expect to be seeking
the death penalty,

and there is a risk...

The defense agrees
to wave bail, Judge,

and I would be remiss

if I did not say
this at the onset.

I do not mean to stand
in this courtroom today

to defend the heinous individual
who drove a Mercedes sedan

into a crowd of innocent people.

I see many of those people among us,

some of their families
here with us today.

You don't see my Janice,

and you don't see
my granddaughter.

(Indistinct shouting)

Judge Helfrick: Ladies and gentlemen.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Sir, please take your seat.

Mr. Shields,
this is not the time.

Yes, Your Honor.

You've waved reading and bail.

Any other matters
before we conference?

Yes.
At this time, the defendant,

pursuant to Section 29215.37
of the Ohio Revised Code,

petitions the court
for a hearing

to determine my client's
competency to stand trial.

(People murmuring) What?!

Settle down.

(Gavel bangs) Settle down.

Your Honor, there is no
mental deficit in play here.

We suggest there is.

If anything, Counsel and his
team have been publicly touting

how Mr. Hartsfield's
mental condition has improved.

More than that, Your Honor.
Preliminary medical indications

are that Brady Hartsfield
has been cured,

and therein lies the problem.

In order for my client to assist
in his defense,

he needs to be here.

He isn't.

I need to converse with him.
I can't.

What are you talking about?

We're talking about two
different people, Your Honor.

There was the man who committed
this atrocious crime...

Let's call him "Mr. Mercedes"...

And then there's
the Brady Hartsfield

sitting here with us today.

Mr. Mercedes is gone.

He no longer exists

and therefore cannot contribute
to his defense.

(Indistinct shouting) Excuse me.
What?

(Gavel bangs) Settle down.

Let me instruct
all of you right now.

Any more outbursts,
I will clear this room.

Counsel, I'm confused.

He committed these crimes
because of a mental disability.

He's now cured
of that mental disability.

And you maintain
that his being cured

means that he's incompetent
to stand trial?

Exactly. Are you kidding me,
Your Honor?

I do not need to remind the court...
maybe I do you.

Legal incompetency does not mean
mental impairment or insanity.

It means the defendant
lacks the capacity

to assist in his own defense.

The man sitting there
cannot begin to understand,

let alone defend,
what the other man did.

Give me a break.

Before you go off accusing
either me or my client

of manipulating this process,

Brady Hartsfield
did not ask to be cured.

He did not consent
to be drugged.

It is not this man's fault that
his brain was experimented on

and that he's no longer
the person he used to be.

It's not his fault that
he can't begin to comprehend

the horrors that
Mr. Mercedes perpetuated,

let alone defend himself for it.

There is no real meaningful
mental connection

between this man

and the man who drove a car
into a crowd of people.

(People murmuring)

Your Honor, may I be heard?

(Indistinct shouting)

All right, all right, all right!

(Gavel bangs) Let's settle down!

- Stop with the cameras now.
- This will be my last warning.

Mr. Hartsfield, this is not
a time for you to speak.

I don't want this attorney or
any other defending my actions.

The man who drove that car
was me physically.

That person, whoever he was,
should be locked up

or, even better, put to death.

It's bad enough that
I'm trapped in the same body.

The idea that my mind
could revert to...

I'd rather be dead.

This is what I'm talking about,
Your Honor.

Mr. Mercedes
is no longer among us.

(Indistinct shouting)

Judge Helfrick: Settle down!

Bailiff.

(Gavel bangs) All right.

I want it quiet in this courtroom!
Quiet!

As crazy as it sounds,

it's both a viable
and valid legal argument.

If the defense can show
that Brady Hartsfield

has been mentally rebooted
and the current version

cannot contribute to the
defense of his former self,

then that meets the legal
definition of incompetency.

Seriously?

Do you think
it's really possible?

No, it's not.
He's the same person.

I saw it in the cell.
I saw it in the courtroom.

It's a brilliant ploy.

How can one be both brilliant
and incompetent to stand trial?

'Cause the law is fucked.

(Knock on door)

Ah, Jesus.
Speak of the devil.

We need to go for a beer.

Don't like the sound of that.

We need to go for a beer.

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I take it you've seen the news.

Not like I can avoid it.
It's beyond fucked.

It's worse than fucked.
It's grotesque.

- Two beers please.
- You got it.

Tell me.

The way it usually works is,

if a guy pleads insanity
or incompetence

and should he prevail,
he still gets institutionalized.

He goes to a prison
with doctors.

And?

Here, it's a little
flipped on its head.

If the basis
for legal incompetency

is that he's essentially
a different person

and that new person is deemed
to be neither criminal

nor mentally impaired,
he can go free.

Beg your pardon?

They're gonna claim that
if he gets the Cerebellin

and he remains
nonviolent and sane...

They'd release him?

Not today, not tomorrow,
maybe not five years from now.

On policy, they'll hold him,
but 10 years down the line...

He killed a bunch of people.

The old Brady.

- Oh, bullshit.
- Bill, they got cards to play...

The coma, the drug therapy,

the... the unauthorized surgeries.

They're gonna claim that
the new Brady has been cured.

Fuck with the rebranding...
"cured."

Look, call it whatever you want, okay?

All I'm saying is
that Brady Hartsfield

is becoming a cause.

There's a swell.

Felix Babineau's
in fucking Sweden right now

meeting with those
Nobel Prize pricks.

And after that,
he's going to China.

Yeah, that's to avoid prosecution.

That's what that is.

Even so, his wife is getting booked

on every cable show there is.

16 medical schools and counting...

Teaching universities, no less...

Are advocating that he
be kept alive and studied.

And the Innocence Project
is thinking about coming on

if it can be medically proven

that his brain was
materially altered somehow.

Have to be fucking kidding me.

Mental incompetence and the law...

It's a rich man's out,

and Brady's got
a lot of money behind him.

That pharmaceutical company
is funding his defense

and his Cerebellin treatments.

I'm looking to face
an army of expert testimony,

and here's the kicker.

They don't have to prove incompetence

beyond all reasonable doubt.

That's a prosecutor's burden.

All they have to do is show
a preponderance of evidence,

which is basically a sliver,

that the old Brady is not
the new Brady, and he wins.

I got half a mind to cut a deal
for 10 to 15 years.

You've gone fucking mad.

The world's gone fucking mad.

The man is faking it.

Faking it. I have to prove it.

Well, prove it, then,
and don't be a fucking toad!

Oh, sure, no problem,

except that everyone that knew
him back then is dead...

His mother, his boss.
Yeah, 'cause he killed them all.

Even so.

What about me?

I knew him.
I interacted with him.

I knew him then.
I know him now.

I can testify
he's the same fucking guy.

And how do you think
that's gonna play, hmm?

Isn't it true, Mr. Hodges,

that you were obsessed
with Brady Hartsfield?

Isn't it true, Mr. Hodges,
that you tried to kill him?

Isn't it true that you think
he's capable of mental control?

Isn't it true, Detective,
that you think my client

inhabited the body of Library Al

in order to kill the ADA's dog?

Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah.
You'll hardly win the day, Bill.

Lou.

Sorry?

Lou Linklatter.

She knew him better than anybody.

Plus, she's one of his victims.

In a courtroom?

With him in the room, awake?

The thing is...
you're in the best position

to tell the court
that he's the same person.

It's as simple as that.

(Scoffs) I'm not a...
I'm not a fucking doctor.

I-I'm not... I mean, who...

Who am I to judge
Brady Hartsfield's sanity?

It's different from sanity.

Insanity is, did he know
right from wrong?

Incompetence goes to,
can he help himself at trial?

And if he successfully
convinces the judge

that it's not him,
that it's a different person...

Wait. Are you...

Are you saying that
he actually might get off?

I'm saying that he may avoid
having to go to trial altogether.

And if he avoids it
on the grounds of being cured...

they might have to set him free.

What?

It'll never come to that.

Worst case...
we get him civilly committed.

Oh, yeah, a hospital?

'Cause you both know
how that turns out.

Which is why we need you
to put him in prison.

I can't.

Lou.

You have to.

You knew the Brady Hartsfield
that killed those people.

Whatever doctors or experts that
they parade in that courtroom,

none of them knew the old Brady.

You did.

Which means that you are
the only one in any position

to go into that court
and say that he's still here.

Can...

Can I do it without...

being in the same room as him?

For you to be able
to say that the new Brady

is the same as the old...

you have to spend
some time with the new.

There's no other way out of this.

You know, I've always regarded
the judicial process

as being its own
form of obscenity,

but to see it used like that...

Are you gonna lay that obscenity
on the defense attorneys?

Oh, Jesus. Here we go.

Hey, criminally insane
death-row inmates

are medicated all the time

just to make them competent
enough to be executed.

There's nothing
more perverse than that.

Yeah, but this isn't that.

No, thiswould be the inverse.

Let me ask you, okay?
All right?

Just suppose this Cerebellin
drug lobotomizes him in a way

and the former Brady is no more.

Yeah, but I don't believe
that to be the case.

I-I know, but let's suppose.
Let's just suppose it is.

So the old Brady is no more
and the new one

bears no real psychological
or culpable-intent resemblance.

So what you're suggesting
is that I go

and I murder a load of people

and then I get a prescription
filled out and we call it a day.

That is not what this is.

Yes, it is.No. No, no, no.

Billy, they experimented on him
when he was in a coma.

They operated on him.

They reverse-engineered
Frankenstein,

and there's a real possibility

that the person we have
is a law-abiding, sane one.

So it leaves us with the question...

What do we do with this man?
Hmm?

Do we punish him
for what is essentially

the crimes of someone else?

It wasn't somebody else.
No, I know, I know.

I'm just... Just suppose...
Just suppose that that...

I... I...

Maybe I... I just...

Maybe I should just go.

I really was looking forward to
getting in beside you tonight.

What?

I can't. It's just...

Billy, I...

(Chuckles)

I mean...

(Sighs)

What? Tell me.
What is going on with you?

Told you I had an epiphany.

Okay.

Well, was...
was it a sexual epiphany?

Oh, for... Never mind.

All right, all right, tell me.

What... Go ahead.

Okay.

When he turned himself in...

Mm.

At first, I got really agitated.

I figured it was because
I was pissed off

I wasn't the one
who got him, okay?

And then after a bit,
I started feeling a bit better.

I mean, I didn't even realize,

but actually really
a lot better.

You know, the agitation,
I think,

was because I didn't really
trust that he'd been caught.

I figured he was gaming it...
Mm.

Which, like, now, seeing
everything that's happened...

Yeah.

Pretty good assessment,
I would say.

Pretty fucking accurate,
if you ask me.

And so, um... so, this...
This is the epiphany?

No, I didn't get to the fucking epiphany
yet. All right, okay. All right, I'm sorry.

Go ahead. Go.

Tell me.

Anyway, I was sitting in jail...

after I decided
not to choke him...

and it suddenly hit me
that he really was caught.

I mean, caughtcaught.

It was all finally over.

Hmm.

Like a ton of bricks...

just hit me.

And...

my first thought...

was being home,

feeding Fred,
going into the shed,

digging out me old paints...
Remember me old paints?

Mm.

When was the last time
you painted?

I know.
Mm.

And you said to me,

"After Brady Hartsfield,
what then?

What's the next obsession?"

But, like, at that moment,

when the thought took hold
of him being over,

I didn't say to myself,

"Okay, who's next?
What's next?"

You know, my mind went,
amazingly, to my fucking paints.

Mm-hmm.

There's not gonna be
another one.

Brady was it.

I... I was just looking
to finish a job, okay?

The job was him.

I felt like
an empty sack of shit

when I retired...
Mm-hmm.

Because I was a failure.

You know what I mean?

But... I'm not fundamentally damaged.

I've been tormented, but...

torment pretty much limited
to Brady Hartsfield.

Once he's over, that's it.

I guess what I'm trying
to say is there's...

There's hope for me yet,
you know?

(Sighs)
I-I just thought that...

that kind of sense of hope...

Would...

Would get me in the sack again?

With any luck.

(Chuckles)

Yeah.

That's it.

That's the epiphany.

There's not gonna be
another one, Donna.

I can see this clear as day.

(Indistinct shouting)

If one was to compare
Mr. Hartsfield's appearance,

anatomical features,
fingerprints, he is the same.

My research team has identified
some isolated cases

in which patients have experienced

hyper-empathy after brain surgery.

Mr. Hartsfield's cognitive
development materialized

through the administration of a
next-gen drug called Cerebellin.

Dr. Young: Well, it's clear
that the Cerebellin

- is directly affecting the...
- It is undeniable...

- that our ability to...
- But after meticulous...

- for epilepsy...
- what defines our humanity...

Cora: This drug,
it saved Brady Hartsfield.

It transformed him.

And, more importantly,
it can save others.

Is court over
for the day already?

Ugh, couldn't take any more of it.

Doctor after doctor
saying he's a changed man.

The molecular structure
of the brain bullshit.

It's beyond lunacy.

Well, like you say,
we drove off the logic bridge

a long time ago.

(Sighs)

Hey, look, the judge
isn't gonna fall for this.

We can only hope so.

Ida called.

Um, the gazebo's almost finished
and so she wants to have

a kind of a "gazebo is almost
finished"-warming tea party?

Well, that clinches it.

The world is totally
fucking mad.

A mass killer stands to go free,

but let's all go and have tea.

Well, it seemed important to her,

so I-I think we should go.

Okay.

So, how's Montez doing?

Best he can.

I think this could all
come down to Lou.

Oh.
I certainly hope not.

I mean, she's not doing
very well at all.

(Sighs)

You're gonna have to
hand-hold her, Holly.

She's the only one
who can tell the court

that the old Hartsfield is
still among us... the only one.

I know, but the idea of being
alone with him is...

Well, that's where you come in.

No one knows anxiety
from the inside like you.

We have to get her
into that courtroom.

Was he really the same
when you were in jail with him?

I mean, he... he was the same?

He didn't strike me
as altogether the same,

but not altogether
different, either.

Enough the same, that's for sure.

That's an unusual request, Mr. Montez.

I get that, Judge, but for all
the forensic psychiatrists,

none of them have foundation
on the issue of changed man.

None of them knew the old
Brady Hartsfield.

Miss Linklatter did.

But in order to compare
the old Brady

to the so-called new one,

she's gonna have to meet him.

Your Honor, this woman is
obviously going to be biased.

I mean, she's
a former victim of Mr. Mercedes.

The court can take judicial
notice of her biases,

her fears,
her post-traumatic stress

associated with your client.

You simply cannot order
a defendant

to meet with a witness
for the prosecution.

Of course I can.
This is a competency hearing.

Every doctor
who ran a test on him

was potentially
a prosecution witness.

Moreover, before I even
begin to consider

letting a mass murderer
off the legal hook,

I'm gonna consider every piece
of evidence that I can.

Both: Thank you, Your Honor.

He's shackled and handcuffed.

And there will be a camera on
at all times.

Why can't there be a guard
in the room?

There can be if you want one.

Lou, we think you've a better
shot at candor if you're alone.

Lou, you... you can do this.

And if you get scared
and you want a guard to go in,

just touch your hand to your
head, and that'll be the signal.

Someone will go in and help you.

I don't un... I don't understand

what you're expecting me to do here.

Just go in and talk to him...

see where it goes.

You can do this.

I know you can.

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(Door unlocks, opens)

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(Lock clicks)

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(Breathing deeply)

(Clears throat quietly)

Um... I s-suppose we should try
and make eye contact.

I don't want to look at you.

I'm so sorry.

So you remember, then?

I have a memory of seeing it...

of doing it.

Um...

I know it was this hand that...
held the knife,

but... it belonged to
a different person.

You're just scamming this, Brady.

I'm sure that's
what people think.

And I don't really care.

But I do care what you believe.

Why?

You're a changed person, so...

we don't have a relationship.

I remember you...

us, and the...
The talks we had...

the way we, uh...

(chuckles)
the way we goofed on Robi,

anyone else that looked down
on us and...

dismissed us.

You were the only person
I talked to.

The shit we could do
with computers.

We were gonna take over the world.

Remember?

I still find it hard...

to imagine that
I could've harmed you.

Harm me?

You killed me.

(Sniffles)

It's not like I didn't have
friends, no family.

(Voice breaking) You were
the only one that knew me...

and you got me.

You got me, and you fucking stabbed me.

(Sighs)

You fucking killed me forever, Brady.

(Sniffles)

All right, so you remember.

Then I'm assuming
you remember why.

I was finishing a masterpiece.

You would've turned me in.
I thought, "Prevent that."

Oh, yeah?

One of the only times I felt.

When I drove over those people,
I didn't feel.

(Sniffles)

When I blew up the car,
I didn't feel.

When I killed Robi...

I didn't feel.

And when my mother died...
I felt.

And... when I did
what I did to you, I felt.

I was every bit the monster
they claimed me to be.

I was that.

But when I look for clues that...
I was more than that,

I was capable of compassion,

I think of my mother...

and I think of you.

(Breathing heavily)

Fuck.

My lawyer says
this is so you can testify

that I'm still the same person...
(Sniffles)

So I'll be held accountable.

He advised me to make sure
you understand

that I'm... I'm not that person.

(Sighs)

I'm gonna make this easy for you.

As much as I want to believe that...

the old me is completely extinguished,

I still remember.

I remember you,

how we were, and...

(Sighs)

Our friendship.

That portion of me is not gone.

He's still here.

So you can tell them that.

I'm still here.

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I just want you to forgive me.

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Are you still gonna call her?

Have to.

The fact that she might be
a sympathetic witness

to the defendant only makes her
that much more compelling.

All we need is for her to
testify that he's the same guy.

She stands ready to do that.

So why the long face?

(Chuckles)

Well, another little development
has popped up.

Now what?

Evidently, the federal government

is drafting a habeas petition.

They want Brady transferred to them.

What? Now?
Why?

Oh, you're gonna love this.

Public safety.

And not the good, old-fashioned,

red-white-and-blue,
lock-him-up public safety.

Rather the "Let's save millions
of lives and billions of dollars

in healthcare costs"
public safety.

They want him transferred
to Springfield, Missouri,

so he can continue to be studied.

Before trial?
Can that happen?

I hope not.

This man is a monster.

Yeah, well, we make deals
with monsters.

Whether they're terrorists,
organized-crime members,

drug dealers, we cut
deals with killers every day.

It all comes down to whether
more people are helped

than harmed in the equation.

Yeah, that's exactly
the shit that Babineau's wife

is trying to sell on the TV.

You know, I desperately
wanted this case.

I thought it would make me,

that my career would skyrocket.

He's gonna fucking destroy me.

He has a knack for that.

He killed my fucking dog, too.

Get a new fucking dog.

Tell that to my family.

He killed my girlfriend.

- I'd like to propose a toast.
- Oh.

First to almost
finishing the gazebo.

Oh, hear, hear.

And, by the way,
it will be finished,

just FYI.Absolutely, absolutely.

After a year at Harvard,

um... I see the importance
of working with your hands.

I mean, first of all,
you understand

the hand/brain connection,
right? I do, yeah.

The hand is actually a cueing
organ that teaches the cortex

the kinesthesia of motor action, so...

Jesus fuck, can we just have
a sip of tea

without discussing the wonders
of the human brain?

(Sighs)
Yeah, fair enough.

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Scoffs) Well, I have
a second part to the toast,

and it's for you.

Ah, make me feel like shit
now, why don't ya?

- (Chuckles)
- Hey, shh.

A little over a year ago,
you came to me,

needing help with your computer,

saying you had, uh,
vanishing e-mails,

and I thought, "You're crazy."

(Chuckles)

And then you claimed
that there were messages

popping up on your TV screen,

so I thought again,
"You're crazy."

Fast-forward a year later,

you say a brain-dead guy
is conscious.

Very fucking crazy.

Fast-forward again, you say
that brain-dead guy in a coma

is controlling people with his mind.

So fucking crazy, Bill.

And then he woke up,

he escapes the hospital,

and now they might possibly let him go

for the greater good of society.

Very long toast, Jerome.

What I'm trying to say is...

I love you.

And the crazy ain't in you, old man.

It's this fucked-up world.

- Hear, hear.
- Yes, hear, hear.

- Cheers.
- All right, I have a toast now.

- Oh, wow.
- Okay.

They say, uh...

Somebody said it's not the
destination, it's the journey.

- Who is it who said that?
- I don't fucking know.

Somebody said it, all right?

Jesus, you let him bang on for ages.
Well, I...

(Giggles)

Look, however this ends,
okay, however this ends...

I met you guys
on this journey, and, uh...

And I love every one of ya.

All that stuff.

So that's the end of the toast.

Now can we drink
before the tea goes cold?

- Hear, hear.
- Cheers.

(Cups clink)

(Indistinct shouting)

Man: Please take everything
out of your pockets.

If you have a wristwatch on,
place it in the bucket, please.

Thank you.

Wait. Do I have to make
eye contact with him?

No, just... answer
the lawyers' questions.

You don't have to look
at anybody specifically.

You know, if you feel yourself getting
weak, you can just look at me.

Oh, I don't know
if I can do this.

Lou, the hardest thing
you'll ever have to do

is be alone in a room with him,

which you already did, okay,
so you can do this.

I mean, when things get
really hard sometimes,

I tell myself that
I'm gonna hold my breath

for the rest of my life,
which, of course, is impossible.

I mean, no one can hold
their breath forever,

but next to that, you know,
everything seems simple.

So just tell yourself
you're gonna hold your breath.

But don't.
But just, um, take breaths.

Just... deep... breaths.

(Exhales deeply)

- Uh, Holly?
- Mm-hmm?

Stop helping.

(Chuckles)
Sorry.

Reporter: Miss Linklatter. Just...
Sorry.

(Camera shutter clicking)
Miss Linkla...

I'll break that thing right over
your fucking head.

Lou: He's the same person.

Are you sure about that?

Positive.

Is he totally the same person?
No.

But he's the Brady I knew.

What did the two of you talk about?

Our friendship... mostly,

the stuff we...
used to do on computers...

just stuff.

The two of you were good friends.

He was my best friend.

Did you talk about
what he did to you?

Yes...

and he showed remorse.

So he admitted that he was
the man who stabbed you.

Yes.

He say anything else?

Basically that he's changed a lot...

that he can't fathom
what he did to me,

but he remembered doing it
and he took ownership of it.

And by ownership, you mean guilt.

Yes.

So when you were sitting
in the visitors' room,

you were sitting with a man
who took responsibility

and felt guilt for
what he had done to you.Yes.

Did he feel guilt for
killing those people?

That I don't know.

He said he didn't
feel for them...

but that he felt for me.

And after talking to him,

this was the Brady Hartsfield
you always knew.

He seemed...

more human?

But he's the Brady I knew.

And based on your personal relationship

and experience with the defendant,

did you form an opinion as to
whether or not he had changed?

Again, he's changed some.

He seems...

more compassionate,

capable of remorse...

but he's the same sociopath
who stabbed me.

(People murmuring)

Did you form an opinion
as to whether or not

he understands what's going on
in these legal proceedings?

He understands.

Brady Hartsfield was (sighs)

And is the most intelligent
person I have ever known.

(People murmuring)

Thank you.

Judge Helfrick: Mr. Shields.

You said he showed compassion.

Yes.

More compassion than you
remember him showing

when you were friends?

Yes.

Did he shed tears in your meeting?

He did.

Have you ever known
Brady Hartsfield to cry before?

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- Not really.
- "Not really."

This is a yes-or-no question.

Ever known him to cry before?

- No.
- Mm-hmm.

So he was different that way.

Yeah, he was different thatway.

In your meeting with Brady yesterday,

did he strike you
as a man of conscience?

He did.

And, uh, during your friendship,

did you ever accuse him
of lacking a conscience?

I may have said that a few times.

So the old Brady, you questioned
whether he had a conscience,

and the Brady that you met
with yesterday is different?

Okay. So it's possible

that Brady Hartsfield is
fundamentally different

than the Brady you knew
as a work colleague.

Look, I said he changed some.

We've all changed.

I'll never be the same
because of what he did.

He'll never be the same
because of what he did

and because of what
was done to him.

But in my core,

I'm the same as I always was,
and so is he.

Well, the Brady Hartsfield
I talk with

says he can't recognize

the Brady who committed these crimes.

He really struggles with the idea

that he could've committed such acts.

Did, uh, you see that
struggle in him yesterday?

I did.

Thank you.

Judge Helfrick: Redirect, Mr. Montez?

No, Your Honor.

Thank you.
You may step down.

Lou: Thank you.

I do not forgive you.

I do not.

(People screaming)

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Reporter Smith: We can confirm
that Brady Hartsfield

was pronounced dead at 3:06
p.m. by the county coroner.

Cause of death was a single
gunshot wound to the head.

And what we're learning, Jeanine,

is that the weapon that was
used by Lou Linklatter

was, in fact, a 3-D-printable
gun that she made herself.

And the ultimate irony?

We're told Brady Hartsfield

taught her how to make that weapon.

Anchor Jeanine: How was she able
to get it into court?

Because it was plastic,

and even the bullet was ceramic,

so the metal detectors
were of no use.

And it's a wide variety of
reactions, as you can imagine,

but the overriding sentiment
is relief.

Mr. Mercedes is dead,

and that makes a lot of people
around here very happy indeed.

- Come on, guys!
- Come on! Let's go!

- Yeah!
- Let's go!

- Pass it!
- Come on! Pass it!

- Pass it!
- Shoot it!

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Ahhh, look at you.

Monet in his garden.
Sort of. Hey, hi.

Hello. How are you?

That's... That's a really...
That looks good.

It's coming along.

- (Sighs) Thanks.
- Nice portrait of, uh, Fred.

Really.

- I mean, what...
- What?

I'm here.
Why don't you paint my portrait?

I would love that.

I, uh... I-I... I could never
capture your radiance.

- Oh. Oh, my God.
- Look. Look at this.

Stop. You are such a bullshit artist.
(Laughs)

- Stop!
- What? I could...

Stop.

I don't have the skill.

Can't even paint
a fucking tortoise.

Yep.

Probably see you later, then,
I'd say, will I?

Oh, sorry. Okay.

I didn't realize
I'm intruding on your, uh...

Your little artist situation here.
No, no, no. I didn't mean...

No, no. Okay, no, you carry...
You carry on.

I know when I'm not wanted.

- I didn't say that.
- Oh, listen,

I'm heading out to Seattle again

to see Allie next week.

Oh, yeah?

You, um...
You feel like joining?

How'd she feel about that?

Well, it was her idea, actually.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah! I'd love to.

All right.

I'll send you my flight details.
All right.

Okay, all right.
Carry on, there.

Enjoy.

- Come on! Center it!
- Go, go!

(Indistinct shouting)

(Ice-cream truck jingle plays)

(Engine starts)

(Shouting continues)

Boy: Shoot! Shoot!

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