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Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...

Every cop gets one they
just can't shake.

-This is mine.
-I want to know.

I want to know
who tormented my sister.

[ Thud ]
-[ Groans ]

You're
a goddamn dead man.

You smell like a saloon,
loaded man, loaded gun.

It's not good, Bill.

You almost shot a kid.

How much have you
been drinking lately?

Not enough.

I don't want to go
to your funeral in 6 months.

-What does it do?
-[ Clears throat ]

Let's just say it
activates

and deactivates
almost anything I want.

Brady, my deeper
concern runs to you.

You're weird.

Sometimes you come across
as just plain weird.

Oh, Jesus!
God!

Got a letter from my new pen
pal, put this one in writing.

"Care to get in touch?

Try Under Debbie's
Blue Umbrella."

[ T Bone Burnett's
"It's Not Too Late" plays ]

The wind turns like a dagger

The rain falls like a hammer

The sky has grown dark

But it's not too late

The weather crashes down

What's lost cannot be found

The night is closing

But it's not too late

It's not too late

It's not too late

The atmosphere is lethal

But I will fear no evil

[ Woman moaning ]

Oh, my God.
[ Moaning ]

Mom?

[ Moaning ]
Wait, Brady.

Brady, honey, honey, no.

G-Go -- Go to bed, honey.

Go to bed, okay?
[ Gasping ]

Stop it.

It's big people time, okay?

Okay, honey?

Beat it,
you little shit.

Good boy, go --
go -- go to bed.

Mom-- Mommy's having private
time, good boy.

Okay.

[ Moaning ]

Oh! [ Moaning ]

Oh, my god.

Oh, God. Oh!

[ Shrilling ]

And good morning, Ohio.
I'm John Moore.

And I'm Amanda Collins.

We have a lot coming up
for you,

the latest on the big trial
we've been following,

obviously, some
traffic this morning

you need to know about,
and your weather.

But, first,
going to a segment.

We're going to talk
about your dog

and how obedient that dog
is around the house.

I got this problem with --

Maybe the problem is more with
my wife than with the dog.

But the dog,
this big German Shepherd,

kind of thinks
the place is his,

and he is on that couch...

Hey, come sit.

...every time my wife
leaves the room.

I feel like he's looking...
-I'm fine.

...over at me, "Hey,
she doesn't know we're here."

It's not healthy
to eat standing up.

As soon as she comes back in,
"Why'd you let him get there?"

But he's always happy
to see me.

I come home.
The tail is wagging.

He doesn't care how long
I've been gone, where I've
been.

So you're saying your wife
isn't happy to see you?

S-She likes me maybe three days
a week when it's payday.

[ Laughs ]

All that aside,
it's a bit serious.

"Traing your Dog" segment --
if you have a problem dog,

stick around.
You'll want to learn...

[ Speaking indistinctly ]

And sometimes it works
and sometimes it doesn't.

I've got a pocket
full of money

And a heart full of love

I got a pocket full of money,
whoo, yes

And a heart full of love

Well, let's cuddle up

And act like a turtledove

Now, I've got a few things
that I want you to do

I just ain't had time,
darling...

[ Thunder rumbles ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

Check this out.

[ Thunder rumbles ]

Holy shit.

Can we get a tarp on this
before it washes away?

Officer:
Already on its way.

It's registered
to a Mrs. Olivia Trelawney,

1127 Ashley Way,
Apartment 19C.

It's in Sugar Heights.

Got a phone number?

I can get one.

Yeah!

No airbag deployment.

He disabled them.

Speaks to premeditation.

Speaks to him knowing
how to do it.

You get a whiff?

Ohh!

He must have used
3, 4 gallons of bleach.

This'll be a forensics
fucking dee-light.

Well, let's get together

And hug up like a turtledove

[ Tires screech ]

[ Keys rattle ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Nice.

Yeah. I'm laying
in a hospital bed half-dead.

You two can't be bothered.

Did you take
a frigging beat to worry,

show some concern?

I'm sorry.

I'm in oral motor
rehabilitation.

I sustained nerve damage.

I got to suck on this
4 hours a day.

D-Did they visit?

They're part-timers.

Yeah. Well, us full-timers
thought

that you'd want us
to mind the store.

Did you fuck
with my computer?

What?

One second,
it's working perfect.

The next,
it nearly killed me.

That is messed up,
Robi.

Seriously,
that's almost cruel.

[ Scoffs ]

What kind of monster
do you think I am?

[ Bells jingle ]

Sorry. Sorry.

I pride myself on being on time,
which I never am.

Somebody dead?

Sorry?

I see retired people
in ties,

my brain immediately
goes to funerals.

Well, the tie just means
I'm on the job.

Our job.

Yeah.

You want to sit down?

I did go
to the storage space.

Turns out
he wrote her a letter,

more than one, in fact.

-This good?
-Yes.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Anybody who intentionally
mows down innocent people

is a sick fuck,

but...

this guy
is so much worse.

"Dear Olivia Trelawney..."

[ Clears throat ]

"I am the man
who stole your Mercedes.

To the public,
I am a monster,

but I want you to know
that I am also a human being."

Really? Okay.

Brady: I grew up in a physically
and sexually abusive household.

I was bullied at school,
laughed at,

and not just by the other kids,
but by teachers, too.

I was never a mean kid,
Mrs. Trelawney.

I just tried to get
through my childhood

without being laughed
at or humiliated.

I did not succeed.

I work in a low-paying job

and lead what most people
would consider to be

a bad and unremarkable life.

Finally, I began to get angry.

I wanted to strike back
at the world

and make the world know
I was alive.

"One day, it all got to be
too much. I didn't plan ahead.

I just couldn't take it
anymore, and I..."

This is bullshit.
He thought ahead, planned it.

Mm, keep reading.

"And I did what I did.

I still relive the thuds

that resulted from hitting
all of those people."

[ Sighs ]

"I still hear their screams.

The guilt can be so much,

which makes me think of you.

You must be feeling
guilt, too.

After all, had you not left
your keys in the ignition...

So many "ifs."

If I had not been
out walking,

suffering from the insomnia
that night."

Had you not left
the car unlocked,

perhaps none of this
would have happened.

Perhaps those innocent people
would still be alive.

I want you to know, I feel
your anguish, Mrs. Trelawney.

Compassionate
little fuck, isn't he?

"After all,
we only have each other."

Those innocent people
would still be alive,

but for the two of us.

[ Children shouting ]

Crazy as it may seem...

you are the only person
keeping me alive.

Really working her.

"Because you're the only one
who can understand

what it is like
to be in hell.

Sincerely, Mr. Mercedes."

Probation?
You got to be kidding me.

We don't have
a probation policy.

No. He meant it like a warning,
like I could have got fired.

Brady,
we run this place.

We make all
the service calls.

We work the floor.

Robi doesn't know shit
about computers.

He just likes to boss us around
and hold dominion and shit.

[ Shrilling ]
Mmph.

What's going on?

Um, just a migraine,
stress thing.

I'll be fine.
-Yep, stress caused by Robi.

We should report him
to OSHA.

Hey, I'll tell you what.

He's always wanting us
to show initiative and shit.

We should tell him
that while he was away at lunch,

we started a human resources
department

and reported
his fucking ass.

What the fuck?
Who's working the register?

What, you didn't see?
I left a note --

please help yourself.

What? Paulie's out there.
So is Tayles.

No, no.
They're retards. No.

I don't want them working
the register unattended, so.

Yeah.
Well, I'm on my break.

-You're not.
-I'll just be one minute.

He was delayed because
of a migraine

brought on by your abuse,

which is currently
under investigation

by our new HR wing.

What?

And what's with
the "Man From Glad" getup?

What did I say about you selling
Popsicles during business hours?

I was on break,
so personal time.

What are you,
a drug dealer, Brady?

Shut up.

[ Sighs ]

What did you say to me?

I'm not a drug dealer.

Uh-huh.

Well, who you selling
ice cream to at lunchtime?

I did a birthday party
at a school.

I don't sell drugs,
you --

I have had it
with you two.

[ Door creaks ]

Fuck.

You really okay?

[ Sighs ] Yeah.
It's just a migraine, so.

Go home.

You're allowed to have
a sick day.

Just... go home.

I'll deal with Robi.

[ Sighs ] Thank you.

With each one, he keeps upping
the emotional voltage.

He keeps talking
about his guilt,

but he's really
trying to...

Uncork hers.

Right.

Well, I mean,
the good thing about it is

that this is what
we call "hard evidence."

This is just the kind of thing
the police are looking for.

I have a pretty good nose
for indifference,

and I promise you,
the police don't give a shit.

This is going to end up
at the bottom

of a -- of a dusty file.

If I don't go forward
with this,

I'm withholding evidence,

which is a felony offense.

I'd never get to vote
for President again.

[ Chuckles ]

Okay.

Well,
I have done some research,

and it seems that P.I.s
make around...

$5,000 a week.

And I'm prepared to write
a personal check right now,

make it
completely official.

Any communication
or conversations we have

will be deemed
work product.

Mm.

Okay. Ms. Patterson,
before I cash your check,

I'm telling you I'm taking
this to the police.

Then we'll see what
happens next, okay?

Okay.

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Well, I guess news travels fast.
Who told you?

Told me what?
I haven't heard shit.

You serious?

Bill, we caught him.

Caught who?

Oh, my God.
You really didn't hear.

Donnie Davis.

And get this -- that asshole
didn't just kill his wife.

Turns out he's Turnpike Joe.
He killed all those hookers.

We just hit the fucking
lottery here.

Oh, that's --
that's fantastic.

Jesus, try not
to get too excited.

No, no, no. T-That's --
That's great, really.

Can I talk to you
for a second?

W-- Yeah. Come on.

So these are the ones
he sent to me.

These others are what
led her to suicide.

There's things in there
only the killer could know.

This is not hoax shit.

Okay. Okay.

Bill, great, we'll
take it from here.

Private conversation.

Izzy's working the case with me.
It's all right.

-Oh, really?
-Hi, Bill.

Bill has received some letters
he believes might be pertinent

to the, uh...
Mercedes investigation.

Aha.

"Aha"? That's it?

No curiosity as to
what the letters contain?

These are from him.

Bill,
how would you know?

And please don't
tell me your gut.

Huh? I mean, this "I was
sexually abused and bullied"

boilerplate,
that's particularly him, is it?

And what about the integrity
of this evidence?

How many people have
touched these letters before me?

What's going on here?
I'm on your team.

No, Bill. No.
You're off the team.

You're retired.

Now, I'm grateful you
brought these in.

They'll be reviewed by us
and the shrink

and any others who can lend
an expert hand.

-Pete, '93 or '94?
-'94.

See? There's '94.

Now, I'll -- I'll pull
the prints off them.

And once we've ruled out
yours and mine

and the sister's
and Olivia Trelawney's

and her housekeeper's
and the mother's

and any neighbors
they thought to share them with,

I'll see if his are
on there, too. Hmm?
When?

When we finish taking
the statement of Donnie Davis.

And then formally charge him
and then take his statement

on the turnpike killings

and then write up
all our reports

and then maybe,
oh, maybe,

squeeze in,
oh, 4 hours of sleep.

Then maybe we reach out
to the shrink

who might just point out
how these letters

don't seem all that different
from the 700 others

we received from all over
the country

and two from Gstaad claiming
to be the Mercedes Killer.

Is that good enough
for you, Bill?

Who the fuck are you?

Don't talk to me that way.

You think there's
a game I'm playing?

You think I'm just making
shit up to entertain myself?

This is our guy, 100%.

I wouldn't be here
if it wasn't.

How can you be so sure?
Hmm?

It's not just
the letters, Pete.

Mm?

He sends me messages
through my computer.

Your PC
is talking to you?

No. He is talking to me
through the PC

or laptop,
whatever it is.

I've seen footage
from City Center

taken
from inside the car.

I mean, it's only a tiny
snippet, but it proves it.

Wait, wait, wait.
You --

You got footage of him
running people down?

Yes. I mean, no.

It's like -- He sent it,
but I don't have it.

The messages disappear.

The messages disappear?

It's how the site
he uses works. Okay?

It's called
Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella.
Bill, Bill, take a breath.

Take a breath,
take a breath.

Look.
Hey, look...

we'll take a look
at all the evidence

still in
the physical world.

Meanwhile, why don't --
why don't you go home?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

And replay that conversation
we had the other day, man,

because I...don't want
to be having it again.

Bill!

Nobody has got your back
more than Pete.

I don't need
to tell you that.

Yeah. You're telling me
just the same.

You would have been broomed
a full 6 months earlier

had he not had your back.
You're drinking.

You're obsessing with
the Mercedes Killer.

You're still spiraling.

Maybe it's time
to get some help.

Fuck you, and Pete, too,
if that's what he thinks.

It's too bad.

You earned the right
to retire with dignity.

[ Tires screech ]

[ Speaking
indistinctly ]

[ Horn blares ]

The hell is your problem?

My problem is that
you two shites

don't watch where you walk.

The fucking union
is always complaing

about how dangerous
the job is.

Might be less so if
some of the deadbeats

stop waltzing in front
of moving vehicles.

Do you want to be
arrested, sir?

On what fucking charge?

Braking
for police officers?

Go ahead.
Go on, arrest me, lock me up.

And go up
and tell Pete Dickson

that you're taking
in another stray.

Away wit' ya!

Let's get the fuck
out of here. Go.

When did I get so easy
to fucking ignore?

You want to lock me up for that,
assaulting me vehicle?

You better watch yourself.

[ Music playing indistinctly ]

Barbara: Jerome.

Jerome?
Hmm?

Come on,
you promised to help.

Yeah, yeah. I will.

Just let me get
this work done first.

You're always working.

Come on, we have
to do my posters.

We will. We will.

Seriously, the gala
is in 3 weeks.

We got to get this done.
I have work to do, too.

Hey, hey, no,
don't be feeding him that.

Chocolate is, like,
fatal for a dog.

-What?
-Yeah.

Oh, Odie,
I'm sorry, baby.

You okay?

So, are you going to
help or not?

[ Sighs ] I will.

Let me just get this work
done first, please, Barbara.

You know what? Whatever.
It's always later, huh?

Come on, Odell, let's go.

[ Odell barks ]

[ Door opens ]
Ooh.

Hey, Son.
What's going on?

What's up, Pop?

What are you
working on there?

Just a little project
for Mr. Hodges.

Oh, yeah?
What might that be?

[ Sighs ]
Uh, I'm not 100% sure.

I think he's trying
to track down some psycho

he couldn't catch while
he was at the department.

I beg your pardon?

You're telling me
he's enlisted you

to hunt down some criminal?

Well, you make it
sound bad.

[ Siren wails ]

Ah, fuck.

[ Wailing continues ]

[ Sighs ]

[ Child imitating siren ]

[ Bell dinging ]

[ Television plays
indistinctly ]

Hi, Willie.
How are you this morning?

Gerry: Willie!

Very good.

I have a little surprise.
Close your eyes.

...tomorrow.

What's the surprise?

All right, open them.

[ Bell dinging ]

[ Apples crunching ]

All right.

That's Willie Whistle.

Okay, let's start with
Swee'Pea, just like Popeye.

C, another C,
another backwards C,

another backwards C
on the bottom.

A little mouth...

Gerry!

And here is Swee'Pea!

That didn't take too long,
did it?

[ Choking ]

That's right. Well, a lot
of practice, Willie.

If you really want to be
this good,

a lot of practice, okay?

C, another C, another C,
a backwards C, a little mouth.

[ Distorted voice ]

Okay.
Mom!

Now we all know Swee'Pea
wears a hat like Popeye.

Mom!
So let's make sure
we do the hat.

Gerry?
Oh, my God.

Gerry, can you talk?

A line...
[ Gasping ]

And another "C"...

Honey, can you talk?
Brady: Gerry!

My God.

Call 911.
Call 911.

Oh, my God.
Go!

Go! Hurry!

[ Engine idling ]

[ Gear shifts ]

[ Engine revs ]

There you go. You have to pay
your fucking tab tonight,

all right?

Hey, ladies.

-Hi.
-Hey!

Cooper: Did you get the pics
I sent from this weekend?

-No.
-Send them to me.

All right, all right.

'Scuse me.
Bartender.

We're a little crazy,
but that's okay.

That's pretty usual for us.

Excuse me.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

No way!
Cooper: Oh, yeah.

[ Laughs ]
I was like, "Whaaaat?"

[ Laughs ]

What can I get you?

Another, please.

-Another what?
-You're so bad.

Another Midleton.

Just keeping it real.

Did you see K-Dog there?

No, he's on
some spiritual cleanse.

You didn't hear?

-No.
-No.

I didn't hear about that.
-Mnh-mnh.

I want to do
a spiritual cleanse.

You said Bushmills?

No, I said Midleton.

Midleton!

[ Rock music plays ]

Thank you.

Yeah, no prob'.

What does that mean?

What?
It means "no problem."

Yeah, I'm fully aware
there's no problem

that you serve me a drink
I pay an exorbitant price for.

Part of that exorbitance
goes to your salary

for you to pay your rent
and go on Shit Tweet

or Facefuck or Arse-book
or whatever you call it.

[ Scoffs ]

The proper response
to my "Thank you"

is not "No problem."

It's -- It's, like,
"You're welcome,"

or "My pleasure," even.

My what?

"No problem" implies
that serving a customer

what he pays for
could be a problem.

It shouldn't be a problem unless
you're the fucking problem.

Hey, sir,

if you continue to use abusive
and inappropriate language --

I'm not being inappropriate,
I'm being an arsehole.

Whereas you are being
more of a cunt.

Okay.

We didn't say
"inappropriate" in my day.

We said, "Yes, sir,"
or, "No, ma'am,"

or, "You're welcome."

We helped neighbors
shovel their walks.

We opened doors for women.

We didn't think everything
was fucking relative.

We actually thought
that principles mattered.

Manners mattered.

Doing your fucking job right
mattered.

I'll call the police, man.

You "call the police," man.

They won't come, man.

You don't get it.

We're all on your own.

They tell you the opposite,
of course,

so we won't storm
the castle.

The sad fucking fact
of the matter

is, they'll just build
their hills higher

and their walls thicker

and leave us all to drown
in the fucking flood.

Let's go, Bill.

Who the fuck called you?

Come on, time to go.

Bill.

These are for you.

[ Scoffs ]
No problem.

[ Pool ball clatters ]

-Oh!
-Oh!

Woman:
I'll drink to that.

[ Sighs ]

My car's over this way.

You're not going
anywhere near it.

You -- You haven't heard
a fucking word I told you.

Heard them all,
drove me to drink.

I figured if I was
half-trousered,

I might make sense
out of some of them.

Bill, you think you're the
first cop to go down this path?

Being retired doesn't
make you irrelevant.

Being a piece-of-shit drunk
very much does,

and I'm not gonna --
Although being
a piece-of-shit detective

that walks around not seeing,
not talking -- Fuck you.

I'm talking now!

This case destroyed you
on the job, Bill.

Hell, it cost you your job.

You lost yourself.

Be it booze, depression,
you're out of control.

Being half-trousered,
I'm a little nauseous,

so you should know that
you're standing well

within my projectile
vomit range.

[ Sighs ]

Where does this end?

With the case?
When I get him.

With you?
Looks like it already has.

Fuck.

[ Engine shuts off ]

[ Car alarm honks ]

[ Sighs ]

Okay.

[ Mouse clicking ]

And here we go.

[ Mouse clicks ]

Hey, how you doing out there?

I know who you are.
You see me.

I see you.
Yeah.

But you're in a bathing suit,

and you get along still pretty
well after a couple children?

I mean, I can't say
I like going to try
on the bathing suits.

But, yeah, I can get
in the gym and make it...

Make it...
[ Static hisses ]

[ Modulated voice ]
Greetings, Detective.

I guess you're still alive.

Though that gun's
gotta be looking

pretty appetizing
right now.

You say you want to play.

What do fat old fucks
like to play?

How 'bout we pretend
you're still a detective?

Have you found
any good clues yet?

Or do you just bumble around

like an old fart
deep up his own ass?

Whoa!

Now your head's up my ass.

And it feels good, baby!

Move it around a little,
make it squirm.

Oh, yeah, baby.

Oh, yeah, baby, just like that.

Oh, my God,
you're an animal.

Use that tongue some.

Hard.

Oh, yes.

Oh, my.
[ Knock on door ]

Fuck, that's different.
Oh, yeah.

Jesus, fuck.
Ida?!

Oh, God!

[ Keyboard clacks ]

I'm not in the mood, Ida!

[ Knock on door ]

[ Sighs ]

Who is it?

Mr. Hodges.

Lawrence Robinson,
Jerome's father.

We met once before.

Oh, yeah.

How you doin'?

Been better.

You, um,
expecting somebody?

You never know.
C'mon in.

That won't be necessary.

Jerome tells me
he's helping you catch

some fugitive of the law.

No. Not at all.

He's just giving me
some I.T. assistance.

Uh-huh.

You seem upset.

My son --
My son has a 4.2 GPA.

He's never been in trouble,

got his whole future
by the balls.

An amazing kid,

which is a bit of a miracle,

given fatherhood scared
the piss out of me.

My point is, I jumped through
every goddamn hoop known to man

to give that boy
his best shot.

"Just don't fuck it up"
has pretty much been my mantra.

A while back,
it dawned on me.

It might not be me
who fucks Jerome up.

Could be anybody --
a schoolteacher, buddy, girl.

World's full of people
to fuck things up.

So I'm here to ask you
a question, Mr. Hodges.

Are you that guy?

I'll try not to
fuck up your son.

Heard about what happened
the other night.

You outside with the gun.

And my concern is,
you're not well.

Is anybody?

That meant to be funny?

No, sir.

I'd never do anything
to jeopardize Jerome.

You have a fine son.

Truth be told,
I'm quite fond of him.

But your point is taken.

Thank you.

Enjoy your evening.

[ Mouse clicks ]

[ Keyboard clacking ]

[ Computer chimes ]

[ Chuckles ]

Hodges:
"To whom it may concern"...

[ Breathes deeply ]

Hodges:
"...I'd like to address you

as 'Mr. Mercedes,'
but, alas, the jig is up.

We've had a new development.

It delights me to inform
that at approximately 11 a.m.

this morning,
the actual Mercedes killer

was taken into custody.

It has not been released
to the public.

The police are awaiting
further corroboration,

but, given
our special relationship,

I thought I'd give you
the heads up."

That's funny.
That's funny.

[ Computer chimes ]

Hodges:
"His name is Donald Davis.

Today's press release
will pertain to the homicide

attributed to Turnpike Joe.

Being withheld from today's
press conference

is the subject's confession

regarding
the jobs fair massacre.

But we know him
to be the assailant --

He had details that
only the actual killer

could have had.

Police expect to announce
that the case

is closed
by the end of the week,

which reduces you to what
I already suspected you to be --

a fraud.

A pretender.

A nothing.

[ Computer chimes ]

So please don't waste any more
of your energy, or my time.

I'll go about my retirement.

And you can perhaps move on.

Good night, Mr. Nothing."

[ Breathing shakily ]

Dead fuck.

You stupid, fat, dead fuck.

Fuck.

[ Grunting ]

[ Screams ]

That fuck....

fucking with me.

Lydia:
She was in some discomfort,

so we had to
give her a sedative.

She might be out
for a bit.

We can wait.

Or we could come back
another time maybe.

Waiting's good.

She looks so frail.

Yeah.

Ollie took
such good care of her.

You can really see
the decline since...
Yeah.

Do you think maybe
we could wait in the hall?

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I got some condition.
[ Clears throat ]

It's not post-traumatic.

It's...seein' dead people
puts me on a little tilt.

Thanks.

I realize
your mother isn't dead,

but she was looking
the part pretty good,

One of the other consequences
of that night.

There was so much death.
It was carnage.

I can't imagine.

[ Sighs ]

Did you sister
talk much of it?

The guilt?

Not to me.

Truth be told, I don't know
that she felt much guilt.

I think
she felt oppressed by the end.

Blamed.

I don't know that she
really felt guilty.

A man stole her car.
Yeah.

Yeah, it's just if she hadn't
left the keys in the ignition...

She didn't.

Hmm?

He said it in the letters.

I don't care what he said.

He was just fucking
with her mind.

My sister was many things,

honest and fastidious
being two.

It's completely unlike her
to leave her keys in her car.

And if she said she didn't,
she didn't.

You're really convinced
about that?

A hundred percent.

[ Sighs ]
It's just...

...the car door wasn't jimmied
or hot-wired or anything.

She didn't leave her keys
in the ignition.

Are we having a fight?

I didn't really like
your sister very much.

I found her a bit cold.

There's no need to explain.

You didn't like her.

Guess we are having
a fight.

I didn't much like her,
either.

I loved her, quite dearly.

Liking her proved
much more difficult.

[ Engine shuts off ]

Jerome: Hey, boss.

How you doing today?

[ Car alarm honks ]

Told you I hate dogs.
Especially this one.

[ Chuckles ]

So, listen,
I did some digging

into
Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella.

Definitely not a straw man,
more like a -- a Yeti.

A what?

A Yeti?

Abominable Snowman.

Okay, look, whatever.
Call it what you will.

What I'm saying is,
this umbrella thing

is a monster, man.

It's locked up
like Fort Knox.

I've been trying to get in,
but I can't.

Shit.
Yeah.

Listen, Jerome.
The...

Your old man was by
to see me.

What?
Yeah.

He's concerned --
rightly so --

that I've maybe got you
mixed up in something dangerous.

Oh.

Well, do you?

Could be.

Possibly about
to become more so.

Best to stay away
for the time being, all right?

Um... oh.

Well, who's gonna
mow your lawn, then?

Oh. Was thinking of getting
it paved over anyway.

Well, unless you're planning
on not communicating

with whoever
this mystery person is...

I mean, you need
I.T. help, Mr. Hodges.

Come on.

Well, I won't be
getting it from you.

I mean it.
What?!

Oh, come on.
Not even a hug?

[ Ice-cream-truck music plays ]
One hug?

Okay.
I'll settle for a Chipwich.

Come on, one Chipwich.

Ha.
Thank you.

Yo. [ Chuckles ]

Hey!

What the fuck?

[ Scoffs ]

[ Music continues ]

[ Scoffs ]
Probably some drug dealer,

knows you're an ex-cop.

But, hey, sugar's
probably worse than drugs.

I'll catch you, Mr. Hodges.

[ Music continues ]

[ Keyboard clacks ]

[ Keyboard clacking ]

Janey: Nothing?

No, not a chirp.

I'm surprised.

Maybe he's plotting
a -- a proper response, or...

Or? Or what?

Or it's not him.

And the game's over.

No. It's him.

It has to be him.

We're both a bit desperate
for that, aren't we?

Oh, yes, you are

What are we up to here?
You and me?

Something happened,
something big

Happened to me that day

Sorry?
What do you mean?

It's not like we're
on a do-good mission.

It's more like we're
settling a score.

Take a killer off the street,
it does a lot of good.

That's not why
we're doing it.

We're not trying to help.

It's like we both
have vengeance on the brain.

Nothing wrong with
a little vengeance.

Oh, yes, you are

Ain't just love makes
the world go round.

You love anybody, Bill?

Feels like we're
changing the subject.

Tell me about your family.

Why did you leave Ireland?

[ Sighs ]

'Cause I wanted to.

I mean,
I-I don't have a family.

What about your ex-wife?

What happened there?

Creative differences.

[ Laughs ]

[ Sighs ]

And your daughter?

Something sad,
something blue

Something lost,
something I found

Since my woman put me down

Do you know...

do you think
it would be possible

your mother
might rebound tomorrow?

I really want to know
what Olivia told her, you know?

Well...

overdue for a good day.

We can go back.

Good, good.

[ "The Good Life" plays ]
Bill?

When was the last time
you danced?

I danced?

197-- The '70s.

[ Laughs ]

I think you're long overdue.

[ Chuckles ]

Come on.

Let's have a dance.
Come on.

...you must face them alone

Please.

Please remember

I still want you

And in case you wonder why

Well, just wake up

Kiss the good life goodbye

Deborah: Brady?

Honey?

It's a bad one,
isn't it?

Like a vise.

Oh, baby.

Come here.
Come to Mama, honey boy.

Come here.

Baby. Come here.

Come on.

Oh, the good life

Full of fun, seems to be

The ideal

Ahh, ahh, ahh

Yes, the good life

Lets you hide
all the sadness you feel

Mama's gonna make it better.

You won't really fall
in love

For you can't take the chance

So be honest

With yourself

Don't try to fake romance

It's the good life

To be free
and explore the unknown

Like the heartaches

When you learn
you must face them alone

Please remember

I still want you

And in case you wonder why

Well, just wake up

Kiss the good life goodbye

Please remember

I still want you

And in case you wonder why

Well, just wake up

Kiss the good life

Goodbye