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Previously on
"Mr. Mercedes"...

Last night when Sadie fell, you
were standing with the ex-cop

who used to come
visit Hartsfield.

He's a friend. Oh, friends are great.

A job's better.

The police have ruled it
a suicide.

You don't think
it was a suicide?

It doesn't matter what I think.

Can I ask what exactly
you're doing here?

Bill thinks he's onto something.

Honestly, I think it just
gives him an excuse

to keep following his obsession
with Brady Hartsfield.

If you want to get into
Sadie McDonald's head,

you should probably try
and get into her phone.

Can't watch you hurt yourself
anymore.

Steph, I know that
you still care about me.

There's a difference
between caring aboutsomeone

and caring forsomeone.

I'd like to see
your daughter's phone, please.

Why? Because I share
your suspicion.

I want to see if I can explain
what happened.

How do you feel about pain?

Seize that moment.

Occupandi temporis,
you little bitch.

What the fuck are you doing?

What's the connection
between this and this?

I think he found a way to
communicate with Sadie McDonald.

I'm in!
Who's Matthew?

Boyfriend.
"He's in my head.

I don't know how else
to explain it."

It's the Zappits, dummy.

They hypnotize people.

The Zappits are
just the doorway.

You need to walk through it. I'm in.

Let's get out of here, shall we?

I fucking knew it.

Sadie used the word
"communicating."

Yeah, she was also off
her fucking meds, so...

Look, never mind
with the attitude.

I bring enough attitude
to the fucking equation myself.

Don't need to outsource
the task to you.

What else could
"communicating" mean?

Uh... do you think
Brady Hartsfield

was sitting on his bed
and no one's looking

and he's chopping it up
with the staff?

Did I say I think that?

Right, then what are we
doing here? Seriously.

The truth of it is, none of it
makes any fucking sense.

But?

I can't shake the idea
that that's where the truth is.

Sadie McDonald was pregnant.

She was off her medications,
and then on top of that,

she was fighting with her
boyfriend, who described her

as, uh,
"anxious on a good day."

I get a feeling for people.

She wasn't the sort
to take her life.

You think suicide walks around
with a fucking sign on its head?

Oh, she was moping around,
so everybody thought,

"Oh, today, she's gonna
leave Earth"?

That's not how it works, Hodges.

How does it work?

You wake up, you make breakfast,
you write a funny note,

put it in a lunchbox,
you pay bills,

you take a shower,
you put some clean clothes on.

Then you leave another note...
On the kitchen table this time.

You drive off to the lake,
you take a bottle of pills,

swim to the middle of the lake,
and you drown.

Your mother, uh, left a note?

Mm-hmm.

I always thought
that there wasn't.

Yeah, I...
I know what you thought.

I know what everybody thought.
That was the idea.

But if I could
describe my mom...

I'd say "mostly happy."

I'm sorry.

It was five years ago.

Still...

Can I ask you something?

Without you going off on me?

You can ask... no guarantees.

You think a part of you
wants this case to go on?

That wants Brady Hartsfield
to go on?

Why the fuck would I want that?

Don't tell me.
Purpose, right?

I want a serial-killing,
ice-cream fuck

to crawl out
from his vegetative crypt

because it beats the shit
out of playing Scrabble?

Is that it?

I agree with ya.

The whole notion is batshit.

Can't shake it, though?

No.

Let's go.
We got things to do.

This flavor takes exactly
like Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

You sure there aren't
any calories in E-juice?

Can we like, do something?

Slut-face?

One sec.
I've never gone this far.

Hey, you never told me your
boyfriend drove such a sick car.

Check him out!

Oh, Barbara.

My, my.

How you've grown.

Ugh. He's so creepy.

Not even second period, and this
is my third one today.

They're like locusts.

Granted, these are
summer school students...

Not the most focused
in the world... but wow.

They're not concentrating
at all.

Listen, in our day,
we at least used to pass notes.

These kids just sit there
and stare at these things.

I'm Ida Silver, by the way.

Elliot Lee.
Oh.

I'm a volunteer, too. Oh, teaching English?

Our mother tongue,
in the age of emojis.

I can't believe we handed these
things out to help them learn.

So much for progress.
Mm-hmm.

Nice meeting you, Ida.

Same here.

The frontal cortex
appears similar

to that of a healthy adult.

So, what you're saying
is, he shouldn't

still be lying here
like a vegetable?

My working theory is

it's an unexplained
manifestation of mutism.

Do you see yourself
retiring in 25 years

as the head of neurosurgery
in Mercy General

in Bridgetown, Ohio?

No, I don't.

You want something more, right?

American dream?

Same here.

You know, there are only two
possible steps after you run

the homicide unit for
the D.A...

The district attorney itself

or straight off a fucking cliff.

Now, I'm going to be
the district attorney,

take my boss's job,
whether he says so or not.

But I need a case, Felix.

And no one's been thoughtful
enough to slaughter

an entire family or thrill-kill
a bunch of white women lately.

So I'm stuck
looking for my case,

and this motherfucker's it.

I can't make him
sit up and talk.

But you led me to believe
that you could.

And I backed off your boss,
which would be news to my boss.

I'm helping you, Felix.

You need to helpme.

Or?

Or...

I walk away.

And I look
for someone else to plug

into the trial of the century,
and you'll see

what it feels like
to be on your own again.

Pretty soon, you'll be
moving out of that big house

in Sugar Heights
and joining me on Sycamore.

Well, there's nothing wrong
with Sycamore.

Sycamore and Spring.

Oh.

Fuck you, dude.
It's not bad.

Got myself a contemporary
Craftsman,

just had it painted gray.

My wife loves it.

But she ain't gonna love it
in five years.

I understand.

I've seen your wife.

I bet you do.

Andale, Doctor.

Make your medical
magic bullshit happen.

Contemporary fucking Craftsman.

Bingo.

So, group's been good?

Oh, group's been great.

Mike B.
Makes eye contact now.

Wow.

Anyway, I'm glad
that you're alive.

We were beginning to wonder.

Oh, that was sarcasm.

You're being sarcastic.

Look at you. My partner at work
is sarcastic,

so I've gotten
rather used to it.

You're lucky you're working.

I lost tenure
after Paranormal Science

published my article
on mind control.

Too many claims,
not enough proof.

Bastards.
They're so closed-minded.

Well, I quite liked it.

I mean, I didn't believe
most of it,

but I thought the points
where you touched on

abnormal psychology
were very interesting.

You read it?

Oh, twice.

Actually, uh, I'm trying
to understand

how some people can get
other people to do things...

Crazy things, like, um,

like Jim Jones
and the Jonestown massacre.

You wrote your dissertation
on how he, uh,

convinced all those people
to kill themselves, right?

I did... indeed.

So how'd he do it?

Well, first of all, he didn't
just talk them into it.

In fact, the majority
of human communication,

especially in groups,
is nonverbal.

Speaking of nonverbal
communication,

let's say there was a mute,
immobile psychopath.

Do you think that there's, like,
any possible way

that he could get into
someone's brain

and then convince
that person to kill herself?

Are you talking about
a particular situation?

No. Not at all. No way.
I just, um...

I just need to know
if you think that it's possible.

I don't think it's possible.

Oh.

I knowit is.

You ever heard of entanglement?

Like... like, quantum theory?

Exactly.

Yeah. What about it?

When you're dealing
with entangled particles,

they will never act
independently from one another.

One will always be in control
of the other one,

no matter how far apart
they are in space and time.

Okay.
And certain people...

Manipulators, we call them...

They're able to maneuver energy,

be it physical or psychic.

Simple as that.

Wow.

Do you know what
Einstein called it

when he first
discovered entanglement?

No.

"Spooky action
at a distance."

Wow.

How we doing?

It's okay.

You got that look again.

What look?

The "Hey, Jerome, you down
to break the law look today?"

Nonsense.

Just checking on
your gazebo progress.

Just say it.

Mercy General, one quick hack,
in and out.

Won't even break a sweat.

You shitting me? No, I'm coming around
to the opinion

that what we've been told
about Hartsfield

may not be the whole truth,
medically speaking.

In and out.

You've lost your mind.

In and out.

Bill, you've lost your mind.

You know this is straight-up
criminal, right?

Criminal. I mean...

No, fuck it. No, you're right.
You're right. I'm sorry.

Forget it.

Look, um, before,
I got it, you know?

Good guy trying to catch
the bad guy makes sense,

but dude's in a coma

and you want to hack
into hospital files.

Just... I just said forget it.

Yeah, but you're notforgetting.
You're obsessing.

Holly was right.

Oh, you've been conversing
with Holly, have ya?

What the hell is wrong with you?

You think Iknow?

Fuck's sake.

You know, people assume
as we age that, you know,

this old-fuck wisdom
just clicks in.

Well, it isn't like that.

Fucking lose track of anything.

You want a little piece
of old-fuck wisdom?

Here it is...
Everything goes to shit.

Write it down.

I don't need to write it down.

I'm still very young,
so my memory's still intact.

Well, then, maybe you should give
me some wisdom for the young, then.

What do we tell the young people
these days?

Follow your heart.

It works every time.

Well...

life for the heart
is simple, somebody said.

It just beats as long as it can.

Maybe that's what I'm doing.

Sorry.

I'm gonna get back to work,
all right?

Use the Phillips screws
on the top, right?

Yeah, got it.

That's it, huh?

It's tiny, right?

Perfectly normal
for being 10 weeks in.

Notice that your monitor's
a little fuzzy.

My company has a model

that produces
a breathtaking HD image,

and it's more
than price-competitive.

Budgets are due in a month.
Leave me your card.

Left it with the receptionist.

Here you go.

Thank you.

And this is for your fridge.

Everything looks
perfectly normal, guys.

So, I will give you a minute.

It's different when it's yours.

Our zygote can feel
your tension.

What's up?

Tell me.

Fucking Montez
just threatened me

that he was gonna
withdraw his support

if I didn't show him
some progress soon.

If Montez pulls out,

Pettimore's gonna start
sniffing around again,

and he has an ax
to grind this time.

Felix, if he orders bloodwork...

You kidding me? I know. Okay.

I'm gonna figure it out.
All right?

Fuck.

Barry...

in R&D, he just... he just
showed me this prototype.

I-I-It's an eye-brain thing.

It's years from market.

You think that'll do it?

- Come on!
- Hurry up!

Two douchey kids.

One soccer mom.

Let's go check out
this Craftsman palace, huh?

And a huge motherfucking dog.

Hey, boy.

You were safer at the pound.

Yeah, what's up?

I got in.

What are you talking about?

Mercy General.

I told you to forget it.

The hack was untraceable,
okay, so...

I mean, I think so.
It better have been.

Christ Jesus.

Fuck.

What'd you find out?

Brady's a vegetable.

I mean, I couldn't get into
the doctor's private server.

It's... it's locked up.

But I saw the whole file.

And look, if Brady's alive,

it's only in
the most technical sense.

This doctor's
got airtight security

protecting his personal files...
Why is that?

I mean, that doesn't mean
anything.

We can't prove it does,
you know?

So, how fucked up are we
for being disappointed?

Did you know that
Sadie thought Hartsfield

was communicating with her?

I really can't be talking
to you. Babineau is on my ass.

Did ya?

Did you hear what I just said?

I need help, okay?
Something's not right here.

Gee, do ya think?

It's probably nothing.

Yeah.

The moment Sadie jumped,

Brady's EEG was flat...
Nothing going on upstairs...

But his EKG, through the roof.

So his heart was pounding.

Same thing happened when
you were up there visiting him.

Now, a million things
could cause that.

His body's broken.
Sometimes it misfires.

It doesn't have
to mean awareness.

But it could.

Can I get a copy
of those reports?

Are you fucking kidding me?

They keep that shit
under digital lock and key.

They'd know I was in there.

I was thinking
something more analog.

I'm sure they still keep
file cabinets, right?

Could be wrong.

I'm not going to jail
for you, Bill.

Well, from my perspective,

seems you arewilling
to go to jail...

Only, for Babineau.

If he is up to anything illegal,
he's not involving me.

A smart guy like that,
he'll have made scapegoat plans

if it all goes in the shitter.

Be good to have someone
on your side.

My opinion.

I'll see if I can find anything.

What are you doing?

Fuck me, Al.

This place is disgusting.

Nice knife.

Nice knife.

In the neighborhood?

Nope.
Special trip.

It's not my birthday.

I ain't bearing gifts.

Right now, Maggie Wilmer
is in an office at Mercy General

refusing to speak
without her union rep.

You want to know why?

Because she got caught trying
to break into the office

of Brady Hartsfield's
neurologist.

The last time I was here,
I let you off the hook.

You have shit in your ears
that day?!

I don't see the connection.

I know that she's been
feeding you information.

Uh, why do you care?

We also know
that you've been making

unreported and illegal visits

to Hartsfield's room
with her help.

You are a wealth of information.

But did you know this?

A person can truly
go fuck himself

if he puts his mind to it right.

Fuck you.

Well, you never let on
you were clever.

You know the hospital
administrator... Pettimore?

He doesn't want
the hospital dragged

anywhere near this shitstorm.

What... what shitstorm?

The one about to rain
down on your head.

So he's willing to give me
every fucking frame

of hospital security footage

to track your movement
over a year.

And when we see that footage,

Pettimore is gonna pull
Wilmer's nursing certification.

Then she's gonna get hit
with fines

somewhere upward of 50 grand.

And you... I'm gonna
personally walk through

your investigator's
license review myself.

And with this kind of violation,

you could say bye-bye
to Finders Keepers.

You won't be able to look for
your fucking car keys legally!

You done?

Actually, no. I'm not.

If any of this...

And I mean anyof this...
Gets into the media,

I'm gonna hit you
with a Tier 3 HIPAA violation,

dump your ass
in D-Block for 10 years.

If I do 10 years, Antonio,
I'll probably die in there.

That's not my problem.

So, what's the extra nickel

for stomping your ass
into the fucking ground

and a few blocks up
this fucking street?

You're not threatening me,
old man.

No, I don't make threats.

Little fucking pissants
like you make threats.

This is a promise.

Well...

we'll see who's making
the threat

and who's making the promise.

Why are you doing this?

Because you broke the law
on my watch!

So it's about your ego.

It's about whatever the fuck
I say it's about.

It's my case.
It's my narrative.

Stay away from Mercy Gen.

Hey, pencil dick,
which would scare you most...

That I don't give a fuck

or that I do?

Wow.
Again with the clever.

Right before
you left our last session,

you said,
"I'm not worth it."

That until you take your life
back from Brady, you're nothing.

Do you still feel that way?

Yes.

Look, Brady Hartsfield
is a textbook psychopath.

He's incapable of empathy
or remorse or human connection.

So he could never feel you.

And even if he wasn't in a coma,

there is nothing he could say
that would bring you closure.

So, what, am I supposed to
just let him win, then?

Well, looking at it
in terms of winning and losing

will not help you.

I need to talk.

What if you... practiced
what you would say to Brady,

if you could?

Dear Brady...

Oh, fuck.

Fuck you, Brady.

Fuck you.

Fuck... you...

you sniveling little prick.

That's it. Back to your lawn.
Cut your grass.

Nothing to see here.

You know what really
fucking pisses me off,

is that somebody who's pathetic
as you could hurt me.

Could fucking hurt me?

Hmm?

You fucking little
piece of shit.

Yeah!

Prick!!

They got to wipe
your ass for you.

Can't eat, can't drink.

Can't fuck!

Not that you were fucking,
anyway!

Look at me.

I'm walking around.
Oh, yeah.

I'm talking, huh?

I'm fucking.

Definitely drinking.

Maybe a little too much.

But who did they declare
the winner, Brady Hartsfield?

Huh?!

The bitch flat on her back?

Or the one
on her own two fucking feet?!

You fucking lost, Brady!

Hello.

Hey, Ma?

I found a new toy.

You failed,
and you'll never hurt me again.

You'll never...

ever fucking hurt me again.

What is it?

Maybe we'd better go inside.

No, just tell me.

Well, we accessed Sadie's
text messages.

And?

Well, she was arguing
with Matthew about the baby.

Do you think Matthew had
something to do with this?

I don't know... It's just...

things were a... bit rougher
than you thought.

And she'd stopped
taking her medication.

Oh, no.

She promised me
she would stay on her meds.

She was worried about
the effect on the baby.

As you know,

going off her medication
as abruptly as she did

can cause
a chaotic mental state.

I just came from the memorial,
after the funeral.

She loved brownies.

I was up all night
making them, but...

I'm so tired.

How will I carry this?

No matter how many times I call
that phone in your hand...

she won't answer.

You said you would fix this.

You said you would
give me answers.

I did.

I need the ones I wanted.

Natalie, I told you, I can't.

I'm on the other side of town.
I'm already at home.

Can't he take the bus?

I'm aware that he's 8.
I took the bus at 8. So did you.

Victor? I don't know
where the hell Victor is.

What do 17-year-olds
do in the summer?

Yeah. Your guess
is as good as mine.

Yeah, I got...
I got to call you back.

All right, bye.

He can type with this?

If the mutism is physical
and not selective,

this should
enable him to talk, yeah.

And if it's not physical?

I have a plan for that, too.

I'll finish up here.

Look, you have plenty of reasons
not to talk.

I understand that. I do.

But I can assure you will not
spend a day in prison.

I've seen your brain, Brady.

You have exceptionally
low activity

in your orbital cortex.

You know what that means?

It means you were born
like this.

You were never able
to control your actions.

I'll testify to that.

Never in control of my actions?

It was my masterpiece.

I have half a dozen
eminent psychiatrists

who are also willing
to testify on your behalf.

If you work with me,

I assure you will not
spend a day in prison

and you will live your days out
in a psychiatric hospital.

Psychiatric hospital.
I can hardly fucking wait.

A state-of-the-art facility.

Good food,

you get to see the sky,
take walks.

Not a bad life at all.

And the check is in the mail.

And I won't come in your mouth.

And I didn't inhale.

Just... play ball.

Well...

liar, liar.

I heard you
talking to Señor Montez.

You want to put me in prison.

You want to put me in the chair.

Hmm.

"Play ball"?

Ohhh.

I thought you'd never ask.

I don't understand.

I don't understand.

I-I don't understand.
I don't...

I don't...

When I arrived,
there was hope on her face.

I crushed it like
a fucking roach.

Do you think in our marriage,

we were guilty
of too much honesty?

Hmm?
Or... or not enough?

I don't like where
this is headed.

When you lead with a question,
you end with a judgment,

and it's never in my favor.

'Cause I think we were guilty
of not enough.

Because when you're married
and especially

if you have a kid,
you got to keep the peace.

Handle with care.

I'm really about to get
shat on here.

No.

Billy, the job
always fucked you up.

And now, for you
to knowingly go down

that same rabbit hole again...

this time, taking Jerome
and Holly...

Do you even know
what the hell you're doing?

Probably not.

You've spent your whole life
searching for clues,

looking for any detail
under every rock.

You need to pay attention.

Anything good to say?
No.

Remember, you used to say
about your law firm that,

all the rules
and regulations aside,

most cases came down
to the smell test.

Do you remember that?
Yeah.

You could sniff it?

Well, I know how fucked it is

to think this guy
might be cognitive.

I am aware of it, all right?

And you're right.

It's selfish to drag Jerome
and Holly down my skunk hole.

But I have sniffed
this piece of shit.

He's more alive
than anyone knows.

He's fucking in there.

You're wondering about
the clothes, aren't you?

Just bag 'em and burn 'em.

But get dressed first.

I might've fucked up again.

Already?

I mean, it's pretty early.

Because of my digging
around on Hartsfield,

Montez threatened
to pull our license,

which would include yourlicense.

I don't think
he'll do it, but...

Sorry.

Nothing to say?

What do you wantme to say?

Something that will take you
off the hook?

Something that will make you feel
like less of a selfish jerk?

Yeah, something like that, yeah.

Holly...

I know how important

being a private detective
has become to you.

I have no intention
of jeopardizing that.

I never really set out
to be a private detective,

so much as I set out to be you.

You know, I admire how much you
commit yourself to the truth,

how you believe in yourself,
no matter what.

I don't believe
in myself at all.

Well, you should.

You know, I... I did a little
bit of independent research,

and while still implausible,
it ispossible for Brady

to be faking his mutism

and influencing
the actions of others.

Now, evidently, there can be no
classification of "supernatural"

when it comes
to the human brain,

as the boundaries of nature
have yet to be defined.

Are... are you hearing
what I'm saying?

You're going down my skunk hole.

You're taking this pretty well.

Thanks.

I understand.

That's not to say
that I forgive you.

There is no record
that Finders Keepers was charged

with carrying out any duties
surrounding your activities

with Brady Hartsfield
or Mercy General.

My attorney will draw up
a statement

declaring that your actions were
outside the scope of your agency

and it had nothing to do
with Finders Keepers.

You were not acting
as my employee,

nor were you being paid
by anyone.

Right.

You will sign that statement.

That's fair.

It's not even close to fair.

Thanks for the breakfast,
but I'm not really hungry.

Bollocks.

Let's go... last time.

10, 9, 8, 7, 6,

5, 4, 3, 2, 1.

Stop, stop, stop.
Amazing!

You did it!

You were great!
That was awesome!

Hey, there.

What's your poison?

Ginger ale.

Ginger ale... coming right up.

I'll have a double bourbon,
please.

All right.
Coming right up.

See the fucking time? Yeah, I'm aware
of the fucking time.

What do you want?

There you go. Thanks, doll.

Sure.

Someone broke into my house,
ransacked it...

stole my gun...

and then killed my dog.

Well, ex-con,
old case? What?

That's what you'll see
on the news, yeah.

Come on. I don't really
give a fuck.

If you help me with this...

I will, um... forget about
what we discussed yesterday.

Why me? I'm sure
you have a slew of detectives

who are chomping at the bit.

Yeah, well...

I think this involves
Hartsfield.

I did something.

Something that I can't
risk Dunford getting wind of.

The motherfucker
will use it against me.

But honestly, it's starting
to drive me

a little crazy
thinking about it.

When I heard Hartsfield woke up,
I paid him a visit.

Privately,
just he and I in the room.

And I'm not proud
to admit it, but...

I squeezed the fuck
out of his balls.

That's it? I'm sure people
have done worse than that.

Yeah, well, I also said
something to him,

something that I haven't
said out loud

since sophomore-year
Latin class.

Just... came to me.

"Occupandi temporis."

"Seize the moment"
or some fucking thing.

Right.

Here's the important part.

No one...

I fucking mean no one was
within 100 feet of that room

when I said what I said.

And then this.

Would you, uh,
add two fingers of whiskey,

stand this on its feet?

There you go.

Same here, doll.

Thank you.