All language subtitles for Mr.Mercedes.S03E07.iNTERNAL.1080p.WEB.H264-DiMEPiECE_track3_[eng]

HODGES: Previously on
Mr. Mercedes...

If you could hit rewind,

you sitting in the
courtroom,

Brady at
the defendant's table,

would you do it all
again?

Yes.

Holly?

She's a fragile person.

Meaning what?

Meaning you need
to tread careful.

She's precious cargo.

Lou's hands
spoke for her.

They spoke for all of us.

On the law, she's guilty,
of course,

but in the court
of public opinion, sh...

You're looking
at me funny.

It's just a look
of admiration.

[TIRES SQUEALING]

ALMA: The bejesus
is all scared out of him.

You find him after school.

You Jimmy that boy up.

PETER: Original
Rothstein material.

One page?
Meaning I'd need to see

you can deliver
on what you promise.

HODGES: What about
the Saubers kid?

Peter Saubers?
You know him?

Yeah, he's a student of mine.

HODGES: Leading candidate
to have stumbled
upon those books.

Maybe we should go
to the police.

And tell them what,
exactly?

You return the manuscripts.

I'm offering you found money,
your freedom, and your life.

How do you turn
that deal down?

PETER: I'm warning you
for the last time!

[GUNSHOT]
[GROANS]

Look on the bright side.
We're living exciting lives.

Ah!
Oh, shit! Oh!

[RODGERS AND HAMMERSTEIN'S
OH, WHAT A BEAUTIFUL
MORNIN'PLAYING]

[MORRIS GROANING]

Oh, please just go slow!
Just please go slow!

[SHUSHING]
Stop it!

Stop!
Okay, okay.

Okay, all right.

Just do it gently, please.
Come on, Morris.

It's not that bad.

Pain is just weakness
leaving the body.

Oh, it hurts worse.

'Cause the shock
is wearing off.

[GROANS] I am
gonna kill that fucker.

No, you ain't neither.

At least not until we get
ahold of those manuscripts.

Oh, shit!
Fuck!

Once we get
the notebooks,

you can do whatever
you want with him.

Fuck.
Okay.

There's some kind
of liquid oozing out.

On the side
of caution...

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Oh, Jesus fucking Christ!

What the fuck?
What the fuck?

I don't have
proper tools.

No, no, no, no, no!
Aah! Shit!

It's just antiseptic.
Makeshift medicine.

We call it health care.

[GASPING]
Okay, okay.

You know,
this kid shooting you

is actually
a pretty good thing.

[GRUNTS]

Means he's showing
desperation.

People in desperation
make mistakes.

Also means
he can't very well
be going to the police.

He shot a man.

Ooh, these are
exciting times,
Morris.

[LAUGHS]

♪ I was thinking
of a series of dreams

♪ Where nothing
comes up to the top

♪ Everything stays down
where it's wounded

♪ And comes
to a permanent stop

♪ Wasn't thinking
of anything specific

♪ Just thinking
of a series of dreams

♪ Just thinking
of a series of dreams ♪

Hey, I was thinking
of trying to catch
the Saubers kid

at his school
or maybe after school.

Anything new
from Montez on that?

Um, nada.

When the police
searched the house,

they even spoke
to the parents,
but nothing.

I mean, who are we
kidding, though?

He lived right near
the crash site.

Teenage tipster.

Yeah, and Ida said he's
a sudden Rothstein scholar.

All right, so what
are we waiting for?

I'll talk to him.

Mm.

We leave for court in 20.

Okay.

What?

Nothing.

You were staring at me,
Jerome, again.

I'm not staring at you.
Yes, you were.

You've been doing it
on and off

like I'm some kind
of crazy person,

and I do not
like it, okay?

I know that look
when I get it,

and I'm getting it from you,
and I do not like it.

Okay, Holly, I discovered you
on the floor the other day

half catatonic,
singing some
crazy-ass song.

Yeah, to calm myself
before court!

Oh, well, it scared
the shit out
of me, okay?

Yeah, well,
I told you that I'm fine.

I was fine on the stand,
and I'm fine now,

so if you have me
on some kind
of suicide watch,

you can just...

Jerome, I'm so sorry.
I didn't mean that.

No worries.

No, it just came out
of my mouth.

You know how things
just come out of my mouth.

I'm so sorry.
Holly.

You said what you said.

You're fine.
I'm fine.

Oh, God.

What's wrong?

I got mad at Jerome
for staring at me

and I made a stupid remark
about suicide watch,

forgetting that his mother...

Is that it?

Yeah, that's a lot.

Hey.

[SIGHS] I'm fine.

HODGES: I didn't ask that.

I just said, "Hey."

[CHUCKLES]

Hope that's not porn.
No.

Uh, it's your man's
girlfriends.

Rothstein's girlfriends?
Yup.

Actually have someone here
that really hated him.

Wrote some
nasty-ass letters.

HODGES: Alma Lane.

You know her?
Oh, I know her.

You live long enough
in Bridgton,

you'll run into Alma,
believe me.

She's a real beaut.

Sh-she really hated him, huh?

Yeah, seems so.

Hmm.

The law couldn't stop
Brady Hartsfield,

so Lou did.

She didn't wanna be
in court that day.

The People of Ohio imposed
upon her to give testimony
against Mr. Mercedes,

and even though
she was terrified,

she agreed.

How could she not be?

This man had stabbed her,
left her for dead,

and demonstrated
the capacity to kill

even while in
a custodial setting.

She couldn't
trust the law
to protect her.

The government,
in fact,

was seeking to
spare him
from prison,

to glorify him
as the future
of medicine.

Brady Hartsfield
still had a future.

It was possibly
even bright.

The man who
had killed so many,

who had tried
to kill Lou.

Lou brought a gun
to court that day

to protect herself,

and then after giving
her testimony

in the throes
of past trauma,

current trauma,
fear,

terror, even,
and yes,

the compulsion
to eradicate evil,

she acted.

Acted, reacted.

Like Holly said,
her hands spoke

for all of us
who she made safer
with an impulse.

It just happened.

First-degree murder,

that is what the prosecutor
has charged her with.

The worst of the worst.

Worst of the worst?

First-degree murderer?

If you think that,

that Lou Linklatter
is a menace to society

who should be
put in prison,
then do that.

If you don't...
Don't.

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

PETER: Holy shit.

ANDY: You wanted
proof of concept,
there you go.

$75,000.

You're welcome.

For one page of Rothstein?

I told you.

How do I know
that's all you got for it?

How do I know
you didn't get more?

Maybe a lot more?

I just gave you 75 grand

and you're choosing
to doubt me?

[SCOFFS]

Little shit.

If anything,
I should be taking

more than a quarter
of the gross.

I'm the one taking
all the risk.

You... Bullshit.

If we get caught,
you'll do five,

six years max
in juvenile hall.

I'd be looking
at real time.

Who'd you sell it to?

You don't wanna know,
so don't ask.

This is an
illegal operation.

We don't give out receipts
and keep paperwork.

When do I get
the manuscripts?

Soon.

In fact, real soon.
Little change of plans.

How so?

I'll bring you
all the manuscripts,

but I want to be paid
in advance.

[CHUCKLES]
That's impossible.

You think I have
that kind of money?

Well, you better get it.

What the fuck
are you doing here?

I just gave you
proof of concept.

I just wanna be done
with all this shit

and get back
to my normal life.

Oh, oh, you wanna get back
to your normal life?

Gee.

You're fencing stolen books
by the greatest living author
in America,

who only now isn't living
because he was shot dead,

and since you've got
his books,

you'd be a suspect.

This is your new normal.

I'll just find a new buyer.

Yeah, you let me know
how that goes.

I can see you're about
to shit your pants.

If I was sitting
on what you got,

with the police
on the hard sniff...

[INHALES SHARPLY]

Here's what
we can agree on.

We got changed
circumstances.

Here's my new
and improved offer.

You bring me
all those books,

and in exchange

for me sitting on them
as I look for buyers,

in exchange for me assuming
that risk going forward,

I increase my cut to 40%.

No fucking way.

Oh, it's the only
fucking way.

It's your only fucking way
out of this mess.

I'll give you 30%.

40%, or fuck off.

It's too much risk.

[TENSE MUSIC]

I gotta think about it.
Yeah, you think on it.

[BELL JINGLES]
You pray on it.

Just do so quickly.
Fuck off!

[TENSE ROCK MUSIC]

♪ ♪

She printed the gun,

used ceramic bullets
to avoid the metal detectors.

It was meticulous,

and the execution itself
was as matter-of-fact

as it was cold-blooded.

I'm not gonna spend time
convincing you of something

you already know,

and I'm not gonna talk about
Brady Hartsfield either,

because we know
who and what he is,

and we pretty much know

who Lou Linklatter is,
don't we?

A fundamentally good person

who committed an illegal act.

I'm not gonna tell you
not to feel for her.

I do.

And I'm not gonna
ask you to judge her,

just what she did.

At the beginning of this,
I said that this trial

was really about us.

Mostly you.

Are we a society
of law and order or not?

Is everyone held
to the same law,

or if someone
is popular enough,

they get to commit murder?

Okay to shoot
unarmed people
in the head

just so long
as they're bad people?

Really?

Yeah, I know who Brady is.

And I know who Lou is.

Who are you?

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

[BELL JINGLES]

So...

[DOOR SLAMS,
LOCK CLICKS]

What did he
have to offer?

Wh... I'm sorry?
The kid.

The kid who was
just here again.

The kid who doesn't have
the Rothstein books.

That kid.

What was his
story just now?

He's a book collector.
[SCOFFS]

He comes in from time to time
to see if I have anything new,

which I don't.

You lying piece of shit!

How stupid do
you think I am,
Andrew?

Well, I just don't know.

Stupid enough to break
into John Rothstein's home

and shoot him in the head?

Stupid enough
to steal his books,

only then to lose his books?

Stupid enough
to commit a murder

and end up with diddly-squat?

That makes you kind of

a Hall of Fame
numb nuts, Morris.

[CHUCKLES]
[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Ugh, one with bad breath,
to boot.

You know what,
Andrew?

There's a reason you ended up
where you ended up.

Uh-huh.

In this shithole
used-book, bum-fuck,

musty,
dilapidated dump

in Bridgton fucking Ohio,
the epicenter for losers,

of which you...

[LAUGHING]
Would be the poster boy.

There's a goddamn reason.

You're mistaken, Morris.

You see,
I haven't ended up anywhere.

[TENSE MUSIC]

At least not yet.

One could even say
I'm at my beginning.

Yeah?

How's that?

♪ ♪

I got a lottery ticket.
I feel lucky.

You know the feeling?
Oh, I bet you don't.

It'd be the biggest
goddamn mistake of your life
to fuck with me.

See?

This is you being
stupid again,

because I am
fucking with you.

I'm in your face,
and I'm fucking with you.

You set foot in here again,
and I'll call the police

and tell them
you shot John Rothstein.

That's serious leverage,
don't you think?

[EXHALES HEAVILY]

Go ahead.
Say something smart.

Pull a muscle.

♪ ♪

[LAMP CLATTERING]

Fucker.

[GRUNTING]

[JUICER GRINDING]

I thought you said
this guy was your friend.

He was,
back in high school.

Fuck! I'm gonna fucking
kill him, I swear.

Jesus Christ, Morris.

First you say
you're gonna kill Peter.

Now you're gonna kill
the bookstore guy, huh?

You already killed Rothstein
and the repairman.

How'd that work out
for you, huh?

[SIGHS]

[JUICER GRINDING]

He's just playing poker,
that's all,

and he hasn't got shit.

He's made a deal
with the kid.
I can feel it.

I think he's already
got the books.

Time for me to pay a little
visit to this bookstore.

[JUICER GRINDING]

Why?
Do what?

Well, for starters,
get a sense of who
and what I'm dealing with.

He'll move them fast.

Fuck, I'll never get
to read them

because whoever buys them,

it's not as if they'll be
made available to the public.

Whether or not you get
a chance to read those books

is not our biggest concern
at the moment.

Yes, it fucking is!

It's the fucking reason...

I took such a risk
to begin with.

It... It was never
about the money so much.

You weren't even sure those
Jimmy Gold books existed.

But I am now.

I am now!

All right.

Jesus, Morris.
All right, calm down.

I'll have a little chat
with Andrew Schmandrew,

and then we'll
take it from there.

Now, come on.

I want you to drink
your antioxidants.

Let me see you.

Attaboy.

Never showed up?
Nope.

And that's not like him.

He's actually
a model student.

God damn it.

His paper on Rothstein,
you said it was good?

Yeah, a little too good.

Would you say it's possible
that he's got the manuscripts?

Look, first of all,
there is just
no way in hell

that that boy broke
into Rothstein's house...

No, no, no, no, no.

Just... Just the idea
that he found them,

that he came across them
in the crashed car.

Well, I don't know.
Maybe.

Look, this is...
This is a good kid,

but I do get the sense
that he's mixed up
in something

that's bigger
than himself.

He hasn't said anything,
right?

Well, not in
so many words,
but see,

every time we talk
about Rothstein,

I feel there's this...
This whole subtext,

and lately
he's very fidgety,
very nervous.

I'm actually kind of
worried about him.

Yeah.

JEROME: Any sense
on how long
they'll be out?

No, no telling.

And what do we think?

Finkelstein is good.

The DA's also good, so...

I just don't know.

Jerome?

I'm so sorry
for what I said earlier.

You know, it just
came out of my mouth.

I know.

Okay. [CHUCKLES]

And to be honest, I was...

Staring at you
how you suggested.

What, like I might
kill myself?

Yeah.

You were acting
all catatonic and shit.

Listen...

I've never been better
in my whole life.

You know,
on firmer footing.

You know, surrounded
by people I love.

My mom had all that too.

Right.

Yeah, she had her issues,
but...

There was never any sign.

One day, I go off to school
and everything's fine,

and then I come back home
and...

Nothing's fine ever again.

Just happened out of nowhere.

I can't imagine.

You know, with Olivia,
there was a trajectory.

It's not like we expected it,
but looking backwards...

It's hard for me
to trust anything.

Just feel like I'm standing
on a big trapdoor.

Is that why you can't handle
Harvard so well?

It can be difficult
to venture out sometimes

when home base
feels precarious.

Maybe you don't have
a home base.

Okay, well,
don't give me this whole

"you're not alone" speech,
please.

We're all alone.

You know,
that's why we have friends.

To make the loneliness
easier to take.

Mr. Saubers?

Tom Saubers?

Mr. Hodges.

Sorry, do I know you?
Your face seems familiar.

I was...
I was at court.

I was also
at the jobs fair.

Yeah, I'm...
I'm sorry.

I guess I owe you
some thanks.

We all know it was you
who was responsible

for bringing
Mr. Mercedes down.

Well, team effort.

I was hoping to speak
to your son, Peter.

Is he here,
by any chance?

He is at school
right now.

I've just come from there.
He's not.

How about a cup of coffee?

If...

If Peter is mixed up
in this in any way,

he figures to be in danger.

I need your commitment
that you're gonna

keep this
completely confidential.

I can't give you that.

Peter, there's no reason
to fear me.

My hunch is, he came across
the stolen books.

Would that be your suspicion?

We're dealing
with a killer, Tom,

one who no doubt right now

is looking
for his stolen treasure.

I did see him
with a notebook

with a moleskin cover.

Yeah, there's more.

I've been getting
money sent to me.

Cash, anonymous.

Just shows up
in the mailbox.

Somebody claiming
to have been
at the jobs fair.

When did this start?

Just after Rothstein.

We searched his bedroom
for the... For the books,

for the cash.
We didn't find anything.

Well, the best way
he can help himself

is to come forward
with what he has,

what he knows.

He's admitting nothing,

and God knows
I've pressured him on it.

I need to talk to him.

[BELL JINGLES]

We're actually
just closing up.

Ah, let me
help you, then.

[DOOR CLICKS SHUT]
[BELL JINGLES]

Guess it'll just be
the two of us, Andrew.

Who are you?

My name is Alma.
My friends call me Alma.

So do my enemies.

Alma Lane.

Morris'...friend.

I guess we both got that
in common, huh?

Friends with Morris,

except you ain't acting
like much of a buddy, are you?

Look, I'll call
the police on you

just like I'll call
the police on Morris.

Yeah, I suppose we can all
call the police.

I can tell them that
you're in receipt of
stolen literature

penned by John Rothstein.

I have nothing
by John Rothstein.

Morris is mistaken.

Oh, well, then let's make
our calls, then.

I got nothing to hide.

My hands are clean.

Are yours, Andy Schmandy?

Get out of my store.

Look, there's enough money
in this for all of us,

but I will call the cops
and tell them

you're fencing
Rothstein material.

That will certainly kill
any deal you got going.

I don't have
any deal going!

Or we play nice together
and we all get rich.

More better,
don't you think?

I don't have
any Rothstein books.

I have nothing
to give you,
so get out,

you decrepit old cunt.

I am not decrepit,

and I'm not that old.

For the last time,
get the fuck
out of my store.

Or what?

See, when you make
a statement like that,

you gotta back it up
with an "or what"

or an "or else"
to give it some teeth.

Otherwise it
just falls flat.

Let me show you.

Give me those manuscripts.

Now you say,
"Or what?"

Then I'll say...

[GASPS, SCREAMS]

Seems I'm lost for words.

[GRUNTING]

I try to play nice.

[WHEEZING]

Where is he?
I don't know.

How many times
do I have to tell you?
I don't know where he is!

You shouldn't have talked
to the police.

I didn't talk to the police.

I talked
to a private detective.

He's freaked out.
He's probably...
Okay, same difference.

We should have gone
to the police

like you said earlier.
We should have done that.

I'm sorry we didn't do that.
Great.

Just fucking great.
Fuck.

He's not at school,
and he hasn't come
back here.

Something has
happened to him!

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

It's Peter.
It's Peter.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

Pete.
Pete!

I'm fine, okay?

I just need some
time to think.

Peter, listen, the cops
know that you have
the books, okay?

They know that you found them
at the crash site.

Dad. Dad, Dad,
listen to me, okay?

I do not have any books.

Honey, you have got to stop
lying to us, all right?

You are gonna get hurt.

I'm safe.

Peter, I talked
to Bill Hodges, okay?

We trust him.
He can help you.

MARJORIE: Honey,
just tell us
where you are.

[CELL PHONE BEEPS]

[LINE CLICKS]
Peter.

[CELL PHONE CLICKS]

[SNIFFLES]

[GROANING]

[MUFFLED SHOUTING]

Clearly you have
deduced by now

that I am not
fucking around.

Can I safely
assume that, Andy?

That you have
rightly deduced?

God.

You're fucking crazy.
You think?

I don't... I don't
have the books.

You know,
I'm one-eighths Shawnee
on my mother's side.

Well, maybe less.
[CHUCKLES]

Not enough Shawnee
to get any money
out of the deal,

but still,
something to
be proud of.

We were the first
people here

and the first ones
to get fucked over
by the government.

Chickasaw,
Shawnee,

Apache.

In all the tribes,

the women were in charge
of torture.

Did you know that?

That's true.

Burning men's gonads,
flaying them alive,

disemboweling them.

But the stuff they did
with rope was really special.

The trick was...

To go slow.

Slow enough...

To make it last.

And I inherited this gift
from my mother's side.

[CHUCKLES]

The kid's got them.
Saubers?

Yes.
You know this for sure?

He sold me one page
from a journal.

I got 200 grand for it.
Gave the kid 75.

The rest of it, it's in...
It's in my desk.

You can have it.
What about the manuscripts?

He says he's got them.

He's yet to produce them.

Is he planning to?

[STAMMERING]
I don't know.

We had a communication
breakdown last time he was in.

He ran off.

He wants the money up front,
which I don't have.

And you don't know where
he's got the manuscripts at?

No!

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

I don't
believe you, Andy.

Oh, fuck you!

Oh. [CLICKS TONGUE]

You are bound to a chair,

sitting across from
a fully weaponized woman

who's already chopped off
your fingers.

Do you really
mean to say,
"Fuck you"?

I'm gonna give you
a mulligan,

because deep down,
I'm...

I'm really sweet.

Look, I don't...
I don't have the books,

and I don't know
where they are.

I so wish I could take you
at your word,

but you see,
you lied to Morris

and you first lied to me,

which kind of prevents us
from establishing a trust.

Which means that I can't
really rely on you

not to tell the police
what's transpired here, can I?

And you know what
that is, Andy?

That is a real bugger.

[TENSE MUSIC]

Now, I could cut out
your tongue.

♪ ♪

But you could still text
and email and tweet.

You could tweet, tweet, tweet
like a little birdie.

[CHUCKLES]
And I cannot have that.

[GROANS]

Now...
[LAUGHING]

This isn't
really an option.
[LAUGHING]

Mm.

If I were to hit you
on the head with a tomahawk,

being part Shawnee,

I'd be feeding
into a nasty stereotype,

one that could cost
the Atlanta Braves

their very best rally cry.

So being the politically
correct person
I fancy myself to be,

I will spare you
the tomahawk.

No.

You get the pickax.

[GRUNTS]
You get it twice.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[DRAMATIC ROCK MUSIC]

♪ ♪

[DOG BARKING DISTANTLY]

[SIGHS]

What's with the getup?

The getup?

It's your vision.
You tell me.

Tell me who
killed you first.

Ah, the old Faustian bargain.

A pact with the devil.

Your soul in hell for...

Honor, power,

wealth, fame...

And the love of women
on Earth.

Freud said that last part,
not the other fella.

You know
what your problem is?

I'm your hero.

The fuck
does that mean?

[MOCKINGLY] "The fuck
does that mean?"

You read all my books.

You told me one time,
you read all the books.

So you saw greatness

and maybe
craved a little bit
for yourself.

And it never came.

You whiffed
on Mr. Mercedes.

Couldn't even solve that
until it was too late.

And now you're
left with me.

And you're not even
getting paid.

[LAUGHS]

You forgot
about the reward money.

Oh, really,
the reward money.

That's what you've been
chasing, the big reward?

You know what you are?
You're a lying fuck.

Because this is about
one thing:

to give
your life meaning,

to make it matter
that you even lived.

The jury arrived
at its unanimous verdict
at 10:47 p.m. last night,

which means they deliberated
for about seven hours total.

A fast deliberation,
no question.

JUDGE RAINES:
All right, then.
[CLEARS THROAT]

It is my understanding
that the jury

has reached
a unanimous verdict?

We have, Your Honor.
All right.

Well, Bailiff, would you
please bring that to me?

I will read the verdict.

Would the defendant
please rise?

The verdict...
[CLEARS THROAT]

"We, the jury
in the matter

"of the People of Ohio
v. Lou Linklatter

"on the charge of murder
in the first degree,

"find the defendant,
Lou Linklatter...

"Not guilty."

[PEOPLE MURMURING]
[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

All right, all right,
hold it down.
Hold it down.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Hold it down, please.

"On the second charge
of murder in the
second degree,

"we, the jury,
find the defendant,

"Lou Linklatter,

"guilty."

[PEOPLE GASPING]

The defendant
will be remanded
into custody.

Members of the jury,
thank you.

That concludes
your service.

Yes, and you are dismissed
with the court's thanks.

[PEOPLE MURMURING]
FINKELSTEIN:
[WHISPERING] It's okay.

It's okay.

JUDGE RAINES:
Counsel,

we need to set a date
for the pleading.

How much time
will you need?

We're ready now, Judge.

Well, then okay.

Without objection,

um, we will reconvene

at 3:00, all right?

3:00, so ordered.
Take her into custody.

We are adjourned.

Please, sir, please.

Lou, we still have to get
through the sentencing.

Stay calm.
Please don't do this!

Please!
FINKELSTEIN: No, it's okay.

No, no, no!
No!

Take it easy.
No, what's happening?

Oh, my God, please!
No!

MAN: I love you, Lou!
No!

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

Detective.

[REPORTERS CLAMORING]

Sir, Mr. Hodges,
any comment?

Not a good time.
Sir.

Sir, comment?

What's with
the immediate sentencing?

I asked you a question!

I heard you.

I'm hoping there will be
some outrage over the verdict.

Best we do the sentencing
in the throes of that outrage

because once
the fury subsides,

the judge will resort
to sentencing guidelines,

which puts Lou in prison
for 20-plus years.

Wait, 20 years?
Yes.

If ever we needed
this judge to go rogue,
it's now.

Go rogue?

That conniving prick
set up the second degree

in his instruction
to the jury.

Why didn't you
see that coming?

This is basically as bad
as murder one.

I understand that.
Bill. Something's come up.

Bill, now.

[SIREN WAILS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

So, what, now you're
holding out on me?

When you say
you met the guy...

I told ya,
I called into his store.

I asked him if anyone
had been in

offering Rothstein material,
and he said there hadn't.

Well, there's...
That's it.

There's no way there
isn't a connection.

First Rothstein,
now the owner
of a rare bookstore?

Security cameras?

Of course not.
That'd be too easy.

There were cameras.
They took them.

They took computers
and the footage too.

He's with me.

You get a positive ID?
Not yet.

We're having trouble
notifying next of kin.

Shit.
How you doing?

Hey, wait a minute.
You can identify him.

You must be joking.

You just told me
that you met him.

So did you guys.

Yeah, but our guys
are not here,

not the guys
that interviewed him.

Look, if you can't, you can't.
But you're here.

Fine, fine.

Looks like him.

I only met him
the once,

and he was cracking wise,
but he ain't so much now.

Yeah, that's him.

The proprietor,
Halliday.

Took a hell of a blow
or two.

Fuck.

Don't touch that.
Just leave it.

The fuck is that?

What does it look like?
What?

Gotta be kidding me.

Oh, fuck.

I've been flipped off
by a few assholes in my day
but not literally.

There's
something going on,

but I can't put
me finger on it.

HUNT: All right.
[LAUGHTER]

Look over here.

The fuck?

Jeez.

Oh, shit.

HUNT:
He was a registered
child sex offender.

Looks like somebody
got payback.

Holy shit.

Just when you think
you've seen everything.

I don't buy it.

This payback
for a pedophile thing,

I don't buy that.

It's gotta be connected
with Rothstein, right?

Maybe, maybe not.

Jesus fuck.

You're not kidding.

You know, growing up,
I hated school.

Like doing homework.

My father would always say,

"Get your finger
out of your ass
and hit them books."

This guy literally made
a career

out of hitting the books,

ends up with a finger
up his ass.

I'm just saying.

[TENSE ROCK MUSIC]

♪ ♪

You killed him?

I had to.

After I chopped
his fingers off,

my options
became limited.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You're talking to me
about Thomas Paine,

Daniel Shays,
Molly fucking Maguires,

telling me to be a beacon

and you're
chopping off fingers,

cratering heads
with a pickax?

Because we're running
out of time, Morris.

Peter Saubers has the books,
so that much was confirmed.

So our scope
can officially narrow.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

So, what now?

I'm not sure,

since he's armed
and dangerous.

He's got something
we want.

We need to get something
he wants.

Make a little trade.

What do you mean?

Grab his little doggy.
[LAUGHS]

I'm sorry.

Or better yet,
his mommy or daddy.

What's our endgame?

Our endgame
is to get those books

and then get out of Dodge,

and it can be done.

All righty, then.

Here we go agai...
No, no.

I don't need
to hear from counsel.

Your Honor...
No.

If you're gonna
file an appeal,
go right ahead.

But on sentencing,
I don't need to hear
from you,

and I won't.

Ms. Linklatter,
stand up.

I will hear from you
if you have anything to say.

Uh...

No, not really.

I think that my testimony
pretty much covered it.

I'm sorry.

I guess.

Okay, then.

Um, Judge,
if I may be heard?

No.
No, you may not.

Judge, I would like
to be heard.

[GROANS]

Mm.

I will give you 30 seconds.

29 seconds.

This whole proceeding
seems a bit upside down.

Good guy is on trial
for dispatching the bad guy,

the evil one.

Many of us here
are a bit out to sea.

Well, me more than most,
if I'm honest.

20 seconds.

I was always taken
with the notion that America

was formed on the basis
that we stand our ground

to protect our own,
in our own home,

even in a courtroom.

When the law isn't here,

when it no longer protects us,

order demands
that we protect ourselves.

Maybe jail is where
Lou belongs, you know?

I mean, in an unjust world,

the only place
for a just person is prison.

Somebody said that,
Thoreau or somebody, I think.

Yeah, Pontius Pilate,
you know,

was the first one to wash
his hands of injustice.

And I imagine
you relate to him.

Yeah, well, he wasn't
a real judge in the end.

I am.

Yeah, you've followed
the law.

And good on you.

Nobody can deny it.

But the question is,
will you do justice?

What you do in the next
ten minutes, right now...

Will be your legacy.

[SIGHS]

I am required by law

to ask if the victim's family

or friends have anything
they wish to say.

Anybody?

Nobody?

All right, then.

[CHUCKLES]

No, you've had your turn,
Ms. Linklatter.

I had my turn for me.

You asked if anyone wanted
to speak for Brady.

I'd like to speak for Brady.

I think...

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

I think somebody should.

As evil as he was,

he wasn't all evil.

As damaged of a man
as he was,

he was also very capable
of humanity.

And love.

He loved and was loved
by his mother.

And he loved...

And was loved by me.

[SNIFFLES]

He wasn't all evil.

He wasn't.

There was some...

There was some really good
in there too.

JUDGE RAINES: Ms. Linklatter.

You've been found guilty
by a jury of your peers

of committing murder
in the second degree.

It is the ruling of this court
that you be sentenced

to 15 years in the
Ohio State Penitentiary.

Now, due to the...

Unique
underlying circumstances
of your criminal conduct...

I'm going
to give you credit

for the nine months
already served.

And I'm going to
suspend the remainder
of your sentence.

[APPLAUSE]

[GAVEL BANGS]
Quiet. Quiet!

I'll have...

[APPLAUSE CONTINUES]
All right.

Quiet.
I will have quiet.

[CAMERA SHUTTERS CLICKING]

I said from the start,
I'd let conscience
be my guide.

[LOU CRYING]

But, Ms. Linklatter,
going forward,

you'd better damn well make
sure that you let it be yours,

because if you run afoul
of the law in any way,

I will rescind
that suspension

and reinstate
the full sentence
to be served.

Am I making myself clear?

Yes, Your Honor,
and thank you.

I'm going way out on a limb
for you, young lady.

Don't make me regret it.

I absolutely won't,
Your Honor.

And don't you be killing
anybody else.

I won't,
Your Honor.

All right, you're gonna
go back into custody

just for a bit
until they can
process you out.

All right?

We're adjourned.
[GAVEL BANGS]

[LAUGHING]

[PEOPLE MURMURING]

FINKELSTEIN:
How about that?
You did it.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[LAUGHS]
Thank you.

You're innocent.

[GROANING]
You did it, huh?

HODGES: Hey.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Well played.

Good work.

Thank you.

That was great.

[BOTH CHUCKLING]

You don't seem happy.

No, I am.

Couldn't have asked
for a better result.

But?

It's just the
anarchy of it.

Well, the law be damned.

IDA: Crumbling foundations.
Yeah.

I mean,
I'm glad for Lou.

[GROANS]

You know...

Rothstein spoke
of a pending apocalypse.

He said we're just
at the end of the beginning

of the world turning
to absolute shit.

You know what?
Let's just...

Let's just give Rothstein
a rest, shall we?

Let's turn to Huxley,

if you're so determined
to drink to dystopia.

A brave
new world it is.

Tell me something.

How did a lump like you
get to be so literate?

My father.

The only thing he gave me
before he fucked off...

A love of books,
reading.

Places they bring me,
I suppose,

seeing as he wasn't going
to be there

to bring me anywhere
himself, that prick.

Where's it from,

the title, then, Brave New World?

Please.

Shakespeare.

Well, yes,
but which?

The Tempest.

Mm-hmm.

"How many goodly creatures
are there here?"

"How beauteous mankind is."

"O brave new world..."

BOTH: "That has
such people in it."

[SNICKERS]
Yeah.

[TENSE MUSIC]

[WOOD CREAKING]

[FOOTSTEPS SHUFFLING]

♪ ♪

[GUNSHOT]

[GUNFIRE]

♪ ♪