Original subtitles

Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...

WILMER: If that's the case, 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.

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[SIRENS WAILS]

[RADIO CHATTER]

It's sad.

Did you see her fall?

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[GASPS]

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

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I'm so sorry.

[SOBS]

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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]

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[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]

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All right. [KEYS CLACKING]

Okay.

How do I get in you?

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[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]

[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 for someone.

What the fuck does that mean?

What the fuck does that mean?

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]

[MOUSE CLICKING]

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[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

- of other roaming males. - Ahh...

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.

You hypnotize 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.

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♪ ♪

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 fuck off!

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.

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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]

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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.

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[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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