All language subtitles for Mary Kills People S01E04

Morgan Lewis. Cystic Fibrosis.

He's ready.

You collapsed during
your performance.

Did you take anything?

That stuff that was
in your shed.

Is this your mom's?
I just think

we should put it back.
I do know

that my mom is crazy,
and she is a lawyer.

Sid Thomas-Haye, gunshot wound
to the upper thigh.

You came by Grady's place last
week, mouse ears.

I need you to get Sid out.
That's not my problem.

I think you're gonna do
what I'm asking you, Mary.

I'll take him from here.
Two drug convictions

plus a weapons charge,
that equals

you making a deal
with the police.

Come on, Grady.

How I ended up risking my job,

my life, my kid
to help a psycho drug dealer

murder someone
right in front of me,

and the only thing
I could think of is you.

This is my number.

If you need anything at all,
you just... you call, all right?

Why'd you ask me here, Mary?

Why did you come?

Hey.

I thought you'd left.

Uh, I did.

Got coffee.

I didn't know how you took it,
so I guessed black.

Black is right.

I know I called you last night,
but I shouldn't have.

That's okay. I get it.

Yeah, I get it, you know, uh,

harsh light of day and all.

I just thought, I don't know,
we could hang out and talk.

I kind of get the feeling that
you need someone to talk to.

I can't.

Are you working?

Yep.

Yeah, me too.

Yeah, I kind of get the
feeling you're always working.

The good news or the bad news?

Uh, bad news.

We're out of muffins.

Damn it.

The good news?

Good news: Troy Dixon was diagnosed

with depression a few months
before his death.

Based on this and the parallel
to the Ethan Grant case,

I got approval for a wire.

I'm gonna crack
this Desmond Bennett.

Frank, Mary called me
last night.

Tell me you did not have sex
with this woman again.

I can get her to confess.

Yeah? Is there truth serum
in your dick?

You're a God damn
liability, man.

Come on, man, she called me
because she was alone.

She was afraid,
and for some reason,

I don't know,
I make her feel safe.

I will get her to talk.

Do your damn job.

Get a confession.

What are you doing here?

I love this view.

Why are you here?

Did you know that the penalty
for dealing pento

is the most severe
in the legal system?

More than heroin.

When Des came and asked if
I could get him some pento,

I thought, "That's odd."

You know, it's not a drug people

often use recreationally,

but drug choice is subjective,

and who am I to judge?

But then one day, you showed up
at my door,

and you were asking for pento.

You, Dr. Mary Harris.

Remember yesterday,
when I told you

to leave me and my family alone?

I meant it.

Ooh.

And what is pento used for?

It's used for capital
punishment, euthanasia.

Death.

It's used for killing people.

So here's what I think.

I don't think Des
is using pento.

In fact, I think
he's probably sober.

He looks fantastic.

But I think you and Des
have a little side business,

where you're sending people off
into the long good-night.

Grady, you really need to stop
messing with me.

Why?

Because it's making me
want to kill you.

I don't think I've met anyone
like you in my life, Mary.

I mean, you seem so straight,

this perfect little doctor

with an nice house and
pretty little daughters,

but I see you, man, you are
right there on the edge.

Yeah, I am.

I mean, I like what you're
doing, it's good.

It's a little dark,
but I'm into it.

I want a cut.

'Cause that's the way I work.

So the next time you come to me
to buy pento,

you be prepared to negotiate.

Mary.

Hey, this is Jess.
Text me, it's faster.

Hey, Jess, it's me.

You're not answering your phone.

Maybe you're still mad at me.

I just wanted to see...
make sure you're okay.

If we're okay.

Call me back, all right?

Love you.

Ah! Oh.

Your shoes, dear.

You need a new pair.
You're on your feet all day.

I know.
Good shoes pay for themselves.

Well, my money's tied up
at the moment.

Annie?

When you're done, come and
see me in the boardroom.

The boardroom?
Why so official?

It's confidential.

Am I getting a raise?

No.

Uh-oh.

Hey.

It's, uh, Detective Wesley.

I need you to do a local check
for me, okay?

It's north of the city.
876 Bridgton Road.

Call me back with it, okay?

You know you're aiming
for the can, right?

Well, then, show men.

You just have to be
one with the gun.

It's an extension of you.

Just... just be the gun.

Mary.

What are you doing here?

Who is this?

Who are you?

Is that gun registered?

What are you, a cop?

Ben, Nicole. Nicole, Ben.

My sister.

My... stalker.

Yep, he's a cop.

Mary, Mary.

What have you gotten
yourself into?

You realize you're trespassing, right?

Yeah, I do.

So why are you following me?

We said good-bye, decided this
was a mistake, remember?

I remember, I just...

don't really care.

What's with the gun?

It's a new hobby.

Are you in some
kind of danger?

All right, listen.

The hardest thing about
shooting a weapon

is controlling
your subconscious.

So just relax.

Okay?

Breathe.

Aim.

When you're ready,

slow and steady,

pull the trigger.

Am I making lunch
for two or three?

Three.

That's a '63 Vintage Telecaster.

You play?

Always wanted to,
but I never found the time.

Yeah, time is funny
that way, huh?

There's either too little
or way too much.

That's nice.

What is it?

"In My Time of Dying."

So...

You're a progressive
end-of-life counselor, huh?

Yeah.

We like to think of ourselves
as a...

an alternative
to palliative care.

Your, uh, your file says that
you were diagnosed

with cystic fibrosis
when you were two?

Yeah.

I was born sick.

Born broken.

Wasn't supposed to make it
this far.

You're 33, right?

You've already beat the odds.

Hmm.

You ever consider
a lung transplant?

Was at the top of the list
two months ago.

Doctor said I was too sick.

I wouldn't survive the surgery.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I've had a good run.

Live fast, die young, you know?

I mean, don't get me wrong, um,
I mean living's great.

I'm just ready.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm gonna have to talk
to my colleague.

We'll figure out a time.

We will help you.

Thanks, man.

Where is your colleague?
I thought she'd be here.

Uh, she's busy today.

Actually...,

we had a fight.

I'm sorry.

I'm sure she'll be here
for the main event.

Oh.

You should apologize.

Take it from a dying man.

Sometimes friends are the only
things that keep you going.

Thanks.

In all my years
working in hospitals,

I've never had to deal
with like this.

Excuse my language.

What's going on?

We need to talk about
Sid Thomas-Haye,

the patient who disappeared
yesterday.

I don't know anything
about that.

Well, we're working alongside
the police, who are idiots,

doing an internal investigation.

So I'm gonna ask you
a few questions.

Sure. Ask away.

Sid was transferred from
the ER to ICU, correct?

Correct.

And the transfer was requested
by Dr. Mary Harris?

Yeah.

But his injuries
weren't life-threatening.

So why did Dr. Harris transfer
him to intensive care?

I don't know.

I'm a nurse.

I do what I'm told.
I take instruction.

You don't think that request
was just a little unusual?

I really couldn't say.

I barely know Dr. Harris.

You've reached
Dr. Mary Harris.

Leave a message.

So I met with Morgan.

Nice guy. Musician.

He wants to wave the white flag.

So he gave me his guitar,

a Tele-something or other,
as a deposit.

Anyway, I thought I'd call,
see when you're available.

You know what I was
thinking about?

About how when two bucks fight...

or anything with antlers,
really...

you know, sometimes they get
their antlers locked together.

And they can't unlock them, and

they can't live like that,

so they both just die.

Locked together.

I don't know, point being,

if they lock antlers,

they both go down.

You got me, Officer.

I was talking on the phone.
Old habits die hard.

Desmond Bennett.

Do I know you?

I'm Detective Frank Gaines.

Oh, is there a problem,
Detective Frank Gaines?

I'm going to need you to come
with me to the station.

For talking on the phone?

Please, step out of the car.

Come on. Let's go.

No, thanks.

I'm afraid I'm going to
have to insist on it.

What's going on?

I'll explain on the way.

Am I under arrest?

If it'd make it easier
for you,

I can do that.

No.

No, this is bullshit.
This is harassment.

I'm not going anywhere with you.

Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Tried to do this the nice way,
but,

we can do it the hard way.

Here you go, mate.

Mm. It's fabulous.

Gourmet.

You a football fan?

And I don't mean that English
"Footy" bullshit.

I mean pigskin, cheerleader,

pompon football.

Troy Dixon football.

Yeah, yeah, we know about Troy.

Listen, look, I understand.

You want to help people,
you know,

end their pain and suffering.

I went through it
with my grandpappy.

Yeah his death dragged
on and on.

I remember thinking, "I wish..."

"I wish there was something,

someone to help him."

Oh.

I am so sorry for your loss.

Come on, Des.

You and Mary, your business.

Mary and I sometimes volunteer

with people that are dying.

We talk to them.
That's all.

Like how you talked
to my friend Joel?

Is conversation
against the law?

Hmm.

You know, Mary was with
my partner last night.

Yeah, yeah, she called him all
messed up about something.

Just think you should know,
because

I think you should know
the truth, Des.

My partner, Ben...
that's his real name...

he's one of the best
UC guys out there.

He can crack anyone.

Mm, by sleeping with them.

If it helps, yeah.

Yeah.

Look, I'm saying,
how do you know that Mary

isn't bearing her pretty little
soul to him right now?

You should talk to me.

I'm only trying to help you.

Okay.

Okay, I have a question.

Shoot.

Do you even need
a high school education

to be a cop, or do they let
just anybody join?

Gonna be telling jokes
when you're on trial for murder?

Well, I mean, trials could
use more humor, right?

I'd like a lawyer.

Mary, what's going on?

You only show up here
when something's wrong.

That's not true.

You want to learn
how to shoot a gun.

You have a cop following you?

Tell me.

There's nothing to tell.

Bitch, please.
I know when you're lying.

You taught me how to lie,
remember?

Okay, but you have to promise
to stay cool, all right?

I was born cool.

You were there.

I started providing
a service for people.

People who want to die.

And I help them.

I'm sorry, what?

I kill people.

How?

There's a drug. It's fatal.

Mary...
I know.

I know.

But these people need me, okay?

No one else will help them.

I'm a doctor, and it's medicine.

Is he investigating you?

Yeah.

My God.

This is bad.

I mean, you could go to jail.
What about Jess and Cambie?

Nicole, you said
you would stay cool.

What are you gonna do?

I was thinking maybe
we could go for a walk.

Yeah. Sounds good.

Okay, turn it.

Ah!

I'm gonna kill myself
from boredom.

Okay, we need to plan
an escape.

Dad, can we go to the beach,
please?

Beach?

What are you talking about?

You're learning fundamental
skills here.

Yes, measure twice, cut once.

I really have it for life.

I promise.

Uh, that's not reno-attire.

I know.
I got called into work.

Oh, my God, this is so unfair.

You guys are making us
be child slaves

on this beautiful summer day.

All right, we are young,
and we are restless.

And dramatic.
Yeah.

No kidding.

Look, we're pretty much done
here, so, um,

can, uh, you drop the girls
off at the beach?

Yes.

Let's go.

So that's the house you
and your sister grew up in?

Yeah.

With your parents?

Didn't I tell you
we were raised by wolves?

Ah, so that's why
you're so guarded.

We lived there with my mother.

She passed away when I was 16.

Cancer.

And Dad left long before.

How about your parents?

Uh, Janet and Gil Wesley,

they are retired,
and they live in Florida.

You ever been to Florida?

No. No.

Maybe we could go someday.

Can I ask you something?

Yeah, why not?

How many people
have you helped?

I don't know what you mean.

Okay, let me put it this way:

how many people have you killed?

How many people
have you killed?

Two.

Two's a lot.
Mm-hmm.

Self-defense?

Yeah.

One of them wasn't, though.

Uh, this undercover operation,

I got pretty close
to this suspect,

I got close to his family,

and then he killed himself.

Why do you count that?

Because I became his friend,

and then I sent him to jail,

and that's where it happened.

Many ways to kill a man.

You didn't kill him.

You couldn't save him either.

It was his choice.

Mm-hmm.

Ethan Grant?

Did he have a choice?

I don't know who that is.

Well, Ethan Grant is the son
of Lucas Grant.

Judge Lucas Grant.

And he believes
his son was murdered.

You know, Ethan,
he had this journal.

I mean, he didn't name names,
but he wrote about

this doctor and this nurse
who were helping him out,

and that's why
I went undercover.

The thing is, Mary, I mean,

there's no case,
'cause you're smart.

You're good.

But then, uh,

we came across Troy Dixon.

And then this all got very real.

You shouldn't be
telling me this.

No, I shouldn't.
I shouldn't be telling you this,

I shouldn't have seen you
last night,

I shouldn't be here right now.

Well, maybe you're
here because

you don't think
there should be a case.

I'll let you get that.

Yeah.
Hey.

Did a search for you on that
address, 876 Bridgton Road?

Yeah, all right, thanks.
I already know who lives there.

Yeah? Nicole Mitchell?

Mitchell, not... not Harris?

No, definitely Mitchell.

Okay, can you do a search
for any records

on Mary Mitchell?

Sure thing.
I'll call if I find anything.

Yeah, is... is Frank around?
He has your boy

Desmond Bennett in
the interrogation room.

Okay, all right, um,

get him to give me a call
when he's out, okay?

I know all about you, Des.
Mm-hmm.

Big shot plastic surgeon,

lost your license because

you were operating
while you were high.

I mean....

It's hilarious, I mean, that's...
That's pretty funny, right?

Yeah, yeah.
You make a living putting

double-D's in 20-year-olds,

and you can't even
get that right.

Mm.
Ha!

I mean, come on.

But here's the thing.
Here's the thing.

Mary, I believe
she wants to help people.

I do, I do, but you?

Nah. Not that deep.

You lost your job, and you found
out what Mary was doing,

and you saw an opportunity.

I mean, that's all these people
are to you.

A steady stream of income.

How pathetic.

Wow. Staggering.

You... you have absolutely no idea
what you're talking about.

Oh, so... so you care?

You're God damn
right that I care.

You know, these people are...
Are in pain.

And suffering.
And scared.

They're going through something
that most people

are too afraid to even mention,
much less face.

They... they need someone that...

that they can talk to!

They need someone...

Yeah?
What do they need?

Help.

And you help them,
don't you, Des?

You help them.

Gentlemen.

This interrogation is over.

So, on what grounds are
you holding Mr. Bennett

Nice shoes.

Yes, they are.

Too bad they don't come
in your size.

Oh, I like you.

Don't talk.
Okay.

No, unless you want to charge
Mr. Bennett,

and I don't think you do,
because then I would have to

go into the whole SIU
investigation

into your conduct last year.

That kid who almost died
in your custody?

You didn't have grounds
to hold him either, did you?

Or you can do whatever you like,

and I'll apply for
a habeas corpus.

Fine.

But before you start filling his
head with crazy ideas,

I have an offer.

Your client is a primary suspect
in a murder investigation.

He doesn't have to be
if he cooperates.

Define "Cooperate."
He wears a wire.

Gathers evidence
against his partner.

We offer him immunity.
Offer dies at midnight.

Hmm.

We will get back to you.

Do.

Door?

Mr. Bennett?

Of course.

I'll just... leave.

Ladies.
Hey.

I didn't know you'd
be here, Tristan.

Yeah. Naomi texted me.

-Oh, jeez!
Oh!

Said you guys needed to escape
from reno-jail?

So, your mom

is dating your dad, right?

Yeah, they're all
in love and shit.

So you guys are pretty much
sisters now, huh?

We... we're not like
sisters, no.

Hey, look, this is that stuff
I was telling you about.

Let me see it.
What are you doing with that?

It's okay... I took too much
the first time.

Yeah, yeah, you ended up
in the hospital.

I looked it up, okay?

And apparently,
if you only take a little bit,

there's a euphoria.

Oh, my... what the hell, Jess?
What is your problem?

You have a death wish.

I'm over it, okay?
I'm so over it!

You good?

Are you cool?

Mm-hmm.

Thank you.

So.

You're the best criminal lawyer
in the city.

Yeah, some people think so.

Why?
Well, because

that's what I told Richard
I wanted.

Yes, he told me that
he represented you

in your malpractice suit.

Which I lost.

And now, you're being
investigated for murder.

Mm-hmm.

I'm having a very
litigious year.

You know, this is such
bullshit, you know?

They should be focusing
on real murderers...

I'm gonna stop you
right there.

I only want to know
what I need to know.

I'm gonna ask you
some questions,

and I'm gonna give you
some options.

All right?

Mm-hmm.

So the cops are investigating

you and your partner for murder.

Assisted suicide.

That depends on
how you look at it.

Now, hypothetically speaking,

if there was any validity
to their claims,

and you were out there
helping people die,

you're doing this what, out of
the goodness of your heart?

Mm-hmm.
That, and a...

one-time fee of $10,000.

That complicates things.

Are these people terminally ill?

Yeah.

Well, a few could be debated,

which is the nature
of the problem.

Which brings us back
to our immunity offer.

Would you consider wearing a
wire on your partner?

I don't think I could do that.

Do you think your partner
would say the same?

In my experience,
an offer like this

goes to the most willing party.

So, you have until midnight

to decide whether that's
going to be you

or him.

So, how was your walk?

Wow, it was that good, huh?

What do you do, Nicole?

Oh, I make people beautiful.

Hair, esthetics.

I have a salon in the house,
pays the bills.

Kind of.

So how did you two
meet, anyway?

It's a long story.

I have time.

Well, your sister was
actually my doctor.

A doctor-patient relationship?

That's very unethical.

Yeah, it is.
Mm-hmm. Very unethical.

What was wrong with you, Ben?

I had cancer.

You had cancer?
Mm-hmm.

And it was really bad.
I thought he was gonna die.

It was awful.

Then he got better.

Yeah.

And then you fell in love.

Uh, I got to take this.

Excuse me.

Just one second.

Mary Mitchell,
now known as Mary Harris.

She changed her name at 18.

Was investigated for
the murder of her mother.

No, her mother died of cancer.

Ben, her mother was found
dead in Chalk Lake

with her hands tied together.

He likes you,
and you like him.

And you, like, really like him.

He's okay.

I think you should
tell him the truth.

Why?
Because he cares about you,

and maybe he can help.

Just tell him what you told me,

that you're a doctor,
and it's medicine.

That I get illegally
from a drug dealer,

who's now threatening me.

Yeah, all the more reason
to turn yourself in.

Look, I know you think that
you can control everything,

but you cannot control this.

And murder investigations,
they don't go away easily.

You know this.

There's a transcript.

Uh, okay. Read it.

Detective: "When did you
notice your mother was missing?"

Mary: "In the morning."

"What did you think happened?"

"She killed herself."

"But she was found
with her hands tied together.

How could she have done that?"

"Can I please go?"

"Did you tie her hands
behind her back?"

"No."

"So you're saying she tied
her own hands?"

"I tried to save her."

Goes on and on.

Uh, okay, but, uh,
there wasn't enough?

Not enough to charge her.

But enough for her
to change her name.

Ben, you don't know
who this woman is.

She's been involved in the death

of God knows how many people.

She... she preys on people.

She's been doing this
since she was 16.

Okay, she's lying to you.
She is manipulating you.

I'll call you back.

I have to talk to you.

Yeah, you do.

I want to be honest with you.

Good. Hold on.

What are you doing?

Mary Mitchell?

Your mother didn't die
of cancer, did she?

Why'd you lie?

Because it's easier.

Easier than what, telling
people that you killed her?

Come on, Mary.
You want to be honest?

Let's be honest. Be honest.
Come on.

You think you get it,
but you don't.

Okay.

So explain it to me.

I think you should go now.

Know what's funny, Mary?

I really thought I knew you.

You do know me, Ben.

No.

Who are you?

I'm Mary Harris.

I'm an ER doctor.

And I work at Eden
General Hospital.

You know sometimes they get
their antlers locked together

And they can't unlock them,
and they can't live like that,

so they both just die.

Locked together.

I don't know, point being,

if they lock antlers,

they both go down.

You can get that.

It's okay.

So you want heroin.

Yeah, you have
a problem with that?

No, I only have a problem if
you're setting me up.

I'm not setting you up, Grady.

I'm trying to get high.

Is this about my conversation
with Mary?

You talked to Mary?

I did. This morning.

At her house.

Hmm.

I know about your business,
yeah.

It's okay, Des.

Although, I am unhappy
that you lied to me.

I think this might be
a really good thing for me.

Like it was meant to be.

And the timing: I lose Sid,

and then,

I meet Mary, so...

Bit fortuitous,
wouldn't you say?

Yeah, yeah, well,
I'm done with Mary.

Done with all of it.
I'm finished.

Does she know that?

I'm not like her.

She's trying to help people,
fight the good fight.

I'm just a junkie
looking for a fix.

You've reached Louise Malick,
attorney.

I'll take the deal.

What happened?

He asked about Mom.
I guess he found out.

What did you tell him?

Nothing.

God.

Some things never die.

It'll die when we die.

We killed her, and now he knows.

No, we saved her, and you're
still saving people.

I didn't tell you everything.
I charged them.

Oh.

How much?
$10,000.

Jesus!

People pay?

You know, I don't think
I'm a very good person.

Why, because you
provide a service,

and people pay for it?

Because I like it.

It's hard to explain,
but there's something about it.

Being with them
in their last moments,

when everything matters
and doesn't matter.

Mary, you need to stop.

I don't want to stop.

I think there's something
wrong with me.

Well, I mean, yeah.
Obviously.

Maybe there's something wrong
with all of us.

Am I crazy like Mom?

No.

You are nothing like her.

What the hell, Nicole?

I was just seeing if you still
had the will to live.

You do.

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