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Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...
It's registered to

a Mrs. Olivia Trelawney
in Sugar Heights.

My sister?
It's completely unlike her

to leave her keys in her car,

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

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

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

I mean it.

"Dear Olivia Trelawney,"

I am the man who
stole your Mercedes.

Had you not left your keys
in the ignition,

"perhaps none of this
would've happened."

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

This is our guy.

He sends me messages
through my computer.

Your PC is talking to you?

What are we up to here,
you and me?

The actual Mercedes
killer was taken into custody.

He had details that only
the actual killer could've had.

Good night, Mr. Nothing.

You stupid, fat, dead fuck.

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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.

Liberal media
will never get it because

they hide in their penthouses
in Manhattan and they...

The only way to fight
this enemy is with hate.

If liberals had their way,

they'd play football with tus
instead of uniforms

and fight wars with love beads
rather than guns and bullets.

These people make me sick!

They should make you sick, too,
because soon...

You will succeed.

Won't recognize...

There you are.

Good morning.

Hi, are you Ryan Springhill?

Why?

Are you Ryan Springhill?

Sure, why?

You've been served, Ryan.
Cheers.

Take my family away from me.

Take everything away from me.

Byebye.

You incompetent dyke.

I know.

Even I don't know what
I'm gonna do half the time.

I don't know.

When I'm gonna find it

I don't know.

But it's somewhere

I don't know.

But I'm gonna find it.

Soon, yeah.

Get along.

Yeah, I mean,
I'm having a bit of trouble

with the idea
that someone as organized

and, um, circumspect as you

could leave the key to
a Mercedes in the ignition.

Yet there was no sign
of forced entry.

The killer didn't break
into your car, ma'am.

But he did.

No, he didn't.

I didn't leave my keys
in the car.

Then you must have
handed them to him.

No.

"No"? 16 people are dead...

What do you want me
to do about it?

What?

I didn't kill anybody.

I'm sorry they're dead, yes,
but they're no different to me

than the 16 people who died
in Iraq today or...

Or in that flood in India,
or wherever 16 people

have died stupidly
and horribly today.

You want me to
profess kinship with them,

and when I can't,
you demand guilt,

and when I say I'm not
guilty of anything,

you still flay the flesh
from my bones regardless,

because I own a Mercedes

and because I don't
mourn strangers properly.

I have to give my mother
her lunch now.

Is... is...
Is there anything else?

We'll see ourselves out.

Um, when will I get it back?

Excuse me?

My Mercedes.
When will I get it back?

You're seriously asking this?

Well, I don't have any other
method of transportation.

Rent a car.

I have. It's expensive.

Keep the receipts.

Ma'am, you car was used in a...

I know what it was used for.
Clearly.

I need to know
when I'm gonna get my car back.

You don't impound vehicles
indefinitely, do you?

In this case, we might.

I have needs, officers.

Ma'am, we're detectives,
and you may be...

Mrs. Trelawney...

you can go down to headquarters
on Ridge Avenue,

and fill out
a stolen/recovered form.

And they'll give me my car back?

Want to say 10:00 a.m.?

Tomorrow?

Why not?

That... that's wonderful.
Thank you.

Worth every minute, baby.

Makes my day.

Makes my day.

Great idea, Hodges.

I am so sorry.

Fuck out of the way, guy.

Guess what just shit the bed in
the middle of a crucial project.

You said it was fixed,
but it's worse.

Um, I said I hoped it was fixed,

but I suspected that
the circuit board was fried.

I recommended that you replace
the entire hard drive,

which would take a week,

and you said that
you couldn't wait.

You didn't say any of that.

I did. You didn't, twat.

Sir, I have shown you
nothing but respect.

Why don't we
keep it professional?

Professional is doing your job.

You and your tit tats
and your vag rings

and your Subaru Outback might
want to look up the definition.

Yeah, I don't get paid enough...

To do your job, but you do,
and you're going to.

Stop eyeballing me,
you dickless wonder.

Can I help you?

Morning, sir. I'm Ryan.

Yeah, I'm, Anthony Frobisher.

You're the manager.
I am, sir, yes.

I'm just trying to explain
to your employees

that I'm unhappy
with the way my laptop

was improperly serviced
last time by this young lady.

I, heard raised voices.

Yeah. Guilty as charged.

I'm upset 'cause it cost me
a big project at work

and my company sends
a lot of work your way,

but this experience will give us
pause next time, I'm afraid.

Ryan Springhill.

Yes, sir.

You work with
Johnson Construction.

I sure do.

We'll have it back to you
tomorrow night.

This young lady said
it would take a week

to replace the mother...

The motherboard?
Yeah, well, normally it would,

but I'm gonna put
a special rush on this

so you know how much
we value your business.

Well, I appreciate that
very much,

and apologies
for raising my voice.

Not necessary.

Perfectly understandable.

See you tomorrow at 9:00.

If you find the door locked,
we won't have gone home.

Just ring the bell.

Will do.

Sound like I hear
that wolf howling.

Yeah, he howling.

I need cash for gas,
my good man.

What do you need gas for?

Your lawnmower.

I fired you.

Yeah, but you didn't mean it.

You base this on what?

I mean,
who else are you gonna find

who's gonna tell you about,
I don't know,

computer code, hacking.

Look, I won't tell
my father anything,

and I'll step back
if it gets too sketchy, okay?

Cool.

Well, you know they
can't see me late at night.

But they hear me when I howl.

This is him, isn't it?

Get away from there.

Get away from it.
Get away from it.

I mean, you read about
that kind of stuff,

you hear about it, but...

Most people never see it.

They regret it when they do,
because you can't unsee it.

You know, I bet she didn't
leave her key in the ignition.

She didn't seem the type,
I grant you.

But how else did he gain access?

We checked.

He didn't pick the lock.

He didn't hotwire the ignition.

The worst fight
my parents ever had,

my father found out
that my mother had been

driving around her new car
for six months

with a spare key
in the glove compartment.

I mean,
she didn't even know about it.

It was still in the plastic wrap
from the dealership,

with the owner's manual
and all that.

That's a stretch for our guy,
though.

He'd have to know
it was sitting there

since Olivia
drove it off the lot,

what, 10 years before?

Unless he was a mechanic,
or a valet,

or anybody with
easy access to the car

to find the spare key
in the glove box, right?

Not bad.

Not bad.

I'll look into it.

Yeah? You'll look into it?

Yeah. Get the fuck out.

All right.

It's where the top three
are sitting right now,

and Mark has moved up into
fourth place all by himself.

I thought you were driving it
to tech supply.

Yep.

So why wrap it?

Ask fucking Robi.

Hey, you know, I got it running
for a few minutes.

You know why it keeps crashing?

Porn?

Surprisingly, no.

He likes to go
to these whitepower sites

that send him phantom redirects
to exploit kits.

He's a big fan
of pictures of lynchings

and reading up on handy ways
to subdue the mud races

and kill all the fags.

I don't know what's wrong
with people sometimes.

Right?

Fuck.

There's a lot of mean
out there, you know?

I'm sorry.

Can I get you something?

You're so frigging sweet, Brady.

No, really.

You didn't even react when
he called you a dickless wonder.

He called me that?

Yeah. Yeah.

It's weird. Sometimes,

you know, in conflict,

my mind just kind of checks out.

I just kind of float away.

So you don't rember?

Yeah.

Now... now I do.

He said, "Stop eyeballing me,
you dickless wonder," right?

He's probably just
a very sad man.

What, that he needs
like a hug or something?

Or a little understanding?

Fuck him.

Tell me how you really feel.

Like rigging up his laptop
so the next time

it's on his lap
and he hits "return,"

it fucking explodes.

Then who'd be a dickless wonder?

Exactafuckingmundo.

Thank you for cheering me up.

I'll let you get back
to your lunch.

Sure.

Tee shot off the 14th.

And as you can see,
at 295 yards,

right in the middle
of the fairway.

Meanwhile,
as we look at the 13th hole,

here's Nichols,
and just didn't get it

and it lies off in the high
grass on the right side.

Here's the green...

Here today for round number one.

It is beautiful and 83,
but as the weekend comes on,

it's going to get
cloudy and cooler

with the wind picking up
on Sunday,

and that could be a huge factor

on the final day
of the competion.

We have Colby at minus 7,
Hagen at minus 4.

All right, so we're good
on the mural, though?

Yeah, It's almost finished.
It looks great.

How about music?

Allagash Middle Choir said
they could take the sixth slot.

The troupe from Thomas Jefferson
said that two of their dancers

have a stomach bug but should
be fine by the night of.

What about a play?
We have to have a play.

The drama club's in.

They got a trophy
for their play.

All right, well, so,
fingers crossed, right, guys?

Put down on the sixth slot that,
um, we're set.

Okay, so I was thinking,
um, for slot four...

It was, um...

Hey, buddy.

What's up, man?

We should have, um...

Black coffee,
two sugars, please.

Who's that?

Just the icecream truck guy.

Yeah, yeah.

It's like running into
your teacher out of school.

It feels weird somehow.

Yeah, I can't relate to that,
man.

Stop. Stop, both of you.

Let's go, let's go!

Let's go, let's go!

Let's go, let's go!

Let's go!

Woo!

Deb!

Gorgeous dog.

What's up, Ma?

Nothing. Just sitting.

Big day tomorrow.

You're coming, right?

You promised.

"We'll fucking see," I said.

Hello?

Hey. You near your car?

It's parked out front. Why?

Well, I was talking
to some friends

who know how to break into a car
without leaving a trace.

What kind of friends are these?

Geeks who want to grow up
to be Bond villains.

Listen, punch your fob
and unlock your car.

Just made me breakfast.

Okay.

All right, your car is now open?

Well, color me dazzled.

Lock it.

Come on.

Come on, just lock it.

It's locked.

That it?

Now, your fob
is part of a PKE system.

It's passive keyless entry.
It's pretty simple.

The fob emits a lowfrequency
radio signal

that passes through the air

and connects to a receiver
in your car.

Now... now, it's...

It's this kind of genius
that got you into Harvard.

Don't be modest, now.

Ha ha.

Look, once that radio signal
passes through the air,

it's pretty easy to snatch it

once you have the right tool,

and all those components
need for it,

you can find it at
any electronics store.

So you're saying, like,
if somebody walks past me,

they can clone my fob.

No, no, not clone.

I'm talking about snatch.

Look, once you point
your fob at your car

and you press that button
and the signal hits the ether,

anyone within a hundred yards
who has the proper equipment

can just, like,
snatch up the codes.

Go back to school.

It's summertime. School's out.

Go back to something, then.

[] Yeah, I'm already gone.

Now there's a man
with a bounce in his step.

Owe it all to you, Ida.

You on today?

4:00 to 12:00.

And how is the
records department these days?

Whole lot better than kicking in
doors and getting shot at.

Well...

II miss kicking in doors.

Well, you always were
the alley cat.

I was always the house cat.

You still doing this?
You still eating them?

Not much point in catching them

if you're gonna
throw them back in.

Yeah, but from this river?

Our poisons are our pleasures.

I was wondering if you'd
look into something for me.

Car breakins.

Around the time of
the Mercedes massacre.

So, what, early '09, late '08?

Yeah.

The ones that mystified us,
you know, smashandgrab shit.

No broken windows
or poppedout lock or just...

no physical evidence
of forced entry at all.

Looking back into
the Mercedes case?

What if I was?

Dedicate your life to this shit,

protecting, serving,
speaking for the dead.

You can't even
down a drink or two?

What kind of fucking world
is that?

Do it to you,
they can do it to us.

See what I can find out.

Thanks for your time, Marlo.
Appreciate it.

Still don't see the point.

We're observing an anniversary.

They don't know that.

Maybe they do.

Nah.

Your father always loved me
in this dress.

Same weather the day he died.

What time is it?

4:00.

Close to the same time.

They came to the house
at 3:30, said,

"Something's happened to
your husband, Mrs. Hartsfield."

You know, they say that
that much electricity

hitting your body all at once
is pleasurable.

Who'd be left alive to say?

I think God gave your father
all his light at once,

and he died in the glory
of that light.

And what was the Almighty's plan
for Gerald?

Mom!

Gerald! Call 91!

Call 91!

He was so special.

God just had to take him early.

So why'd he send him back?

He always stopped at one.

It's so becoming.

She does a wonderful job.

Don't say it too loudly.
I'd have to give her a raise.

She's worth it.

And what are you doing
with the rest of your day?

I am gonna treat myself to
a martini across the street.

You rock out, girl.

I might even have two.

See you next month.

Bye, Ida.

Know why your dad took a job
at the power company?

Steady work.

Nope. It was a utility.

Utilities, he used to say,
are recessionproof.

Everybody needs water,

everyone needs electricity
and gas.

Until they privatize it all.

We didn't want much.

Solid house
and a solid neighborhood.

Dad would get promoted
off the pole,

become a supervisor,
that sort of thing.

Take a vacation once a year,

go to Paris on
our 10th anniversary.

We were short a year.

We just want what
our parents had, you know?

Good job,
gold watch at the end of it,

decent pension.

Keep hearing about that world.

Never seen it.

They were rolling it up
before I was born.

They can just snatch
this signal out of the air?

Easypeasy.

He definitely hacked my TV.

What?

One second I'm watching sports,

the next, carnage.

Second time he's done it.

What did you see?

The inside of
your sister's Mercedes,

in the moment.

No.

'Fraid so.

Did you record it?

No.

It was two seconds, maybe less.

Well, what's your next move?

My next move?

Isn't that what people say when
they're on an investigation,

"What's your next move"?

Some may.
I'm not sure I ever have.

Just go with it.

My next move.

Well, my next move is just
to continue to tune him up...

Get him a tad perturbed.

Yeah. Taunting him,

calling him out as a fake,
et cetera, et cetera.

Pissing him off.

Any luck, very much so.

Is it really wise,
pissing off a lunatic?

People make mistakes
when they're angry.

People make corpses
when they're angry, too.

I brought you something.

Now you look like
a real gumshoe.

Thank you.

I like it.

You know what
I'm thinking about?

No.

My next move.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa, whoa!

Outside there's

Out by the fire breathing.

Outside we wait
till face turns blue

I know the nervous walking

I know the dirty beard hangs.

Out by the box car waiting.

Take me away to nowhere plains.

There is a wait so long.

So long, so long.

You'll never wait so long.

Here comes your man.

Here comes your man.

Here comes your man.

Sorry about that, Dixie.

Big shake to the land.

Next person, please.

Is a wind makes.

You're next, sir.

YYou can go.

No. After you.

Well...

I think I grabbed
the wrong screws anyway.

Next customer, please.

Hey. Mr. Mundy.

Brady Hartsfield. How are you?

Excellent, sir. You?

Yeah, you know.

Supplementing the income.

You know,
high school science teachers

don't live the glamour life.

So what are you
up to these days?

I work in I.T.

Fixing computers, mostly.

Well, good for you.

You were always a wiz at that.

Yeah.

Getting into gardening?

A little.

That was a tiny yard you had,
wasn't it?

Yeah, but my mom,

she's, kind of got
a little victory garden going.

How is Deborah doing these days?

Quite well, thanks for asking.

Um, she's gardening, so...
that's good.

That's terrific to hear.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.
She's she's doing great.

Well...

Well...

$59.40.

All righty.

Ch ch ch.

There we are.

All right.

Dadada. There you go.

Thank you. Here's your receipt.
60 cents.

Thank you very much.
Have a good day.

You too. Nice to see you, sir.

Nice to see you, too.
Tell your mom I said hey.

I will.

Next customer, please.

You do recon before
you walk into a place

to buy fucking poison.

You make sure the cashier

is not your old faggot
science teacher,

you dumb fucking fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck!

How did it end?

The way most things end.

Unpleasantly.

Are you still
in contact with her?

Occasional Christmas card.
That's it.

My daughter more so,
but... you know what I mean.

You got kids?

Nah, just fuckhead.

I mean my dear exhusband.

I see.

Yeah.

A real love affair
with my daughter.

When she was a kid,
I could just...

How could you not, you know?

Yeah, I mean,
they make you feel like a god

and it's nice
to feel like a god,

but that just means
that even if you're

a great father,
you're bound to disenchant them

when they realize you're just
a mess of a man like any other,

and I wasn't a great father.

Wasn't even
a particularly good one.

Yeah.

I broke her heart, really,

and then she spent the next
10 years breaking mine.

Drugs, booze,

boyfriends who only offered STDs

and new ways to separate her
from what little money she had.

Yeah, she's in rehab now,

not far from here,

yet again.

When do you see her?

I don't.

The fuck is wrong with you?

You have to.

She made it abundantly clear...

Yeah. That she doesn't want...

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You don't get off that easy.

You're still her god.

You're just her god who fell.

You get back up there.

You get your ass up there
and see her.

All due respect,

you don't have kids.

All due respect,
I've been a daughter, dick.

When you say "dick,"

you mean dick as in gumshoe,

private dick,
that kind of thing?

I mean dick as in dick.

Thought that's what you meant.

Seems okay.

But it did last time, too.

Well, the entire motherboard
was replaced this time,

Mr. Springhill. You're all set.

That's what I was told
last time.

We did not replace the entire
motherboard last time, sir.

Where do you keep her leash?

What?

Better work.

All right. Let's close up.

Who signs your checks
these days?

That would be you, I think.

That makes me...

Your boss.

Well, I guess it does.

That makes this inappropriate.

Maybe we should hold off.

What? What... why?

We've had a lot to drink.

I don't know, I don't know.

I don't know.

Maybe not.

Maybe, maybe.

I've got to hit the head first.

Sorry.

Where, um...

Come on.

Take you to a warm, happy place.

You love this place.

It's your favorite place,
always has been.

Come on, come on,
you motherfucker.

Are you okay in there?
Grand, yeah!

I'll be out in a sec!

Good man, yourself.

Okay, good man.

Yeah.

Maybe you're right.

Maybe,

we've had too much to drink.

Okay.

Okay.

It's okay.

We'll commend ourselves for
our mature restraint in the a.m.

See you tomorrow.

Good night.

Where do you lay your head
at night, Ryan Springhill?

I'm guessing you're
a splitlevel ranch

kind of gent.

I bet your bros all call you
"dude" or "Ry Guy."

But then, what would I know?

I'm just a dickless wonder,
right, Ry Guy?

And you're the big man.

Cheerleaders loved you
at school,

girls love you at the gym,

and all your bros
think you're such a tough guy.

Yeah, you're just a big man.

You're just a big bro, bro.
You're a big bro, bro.

Happy birthday.

Dang, Ry.

You are so fucking cool.

You're flawless.

Now I know you're drunk.

You got this, Ry.

Ry, you got this.

You can make it. Then again...

You thought you had that one,
didn't you, Ry?

Well...

life's a curveball, bitch.

Now you're all,
"Who's that in my rearview?

I didn't see lights before."

No, you didn't.

No, you didn't.

Merry Christmas, Ry.

Ha! Ha ha!

Holy fuck!

Holy fuck!

What?

I can't hear you.

I've seen that look before.

He was a badass demon.

New Orleans.

Badass demon.

And that mother was mean.

His girlfriend was good in bed.

But you know that girlfriend
didn't even have no head.

He was a badass demon
on the run from the law.

We brought his ass back to
life with a monkey paw.

We got two wishes left.

One is for drugs.

And the other for sex.

Well, he can writhe on the floor.

He can writhe on the ceiling.

He can writhe anywhere.

He was a rock 'n' roll demon.

He was a badass demon.

Smoking lead.

Mama, machete.

Better watch your head.

We don't care what he does.

As long as the demon.

Brings the badassest of drugs.

He can writhe on the ceiling.

He can writhe anywhere.

He was a rock 'n' roll demon.

He was a badass demon.

Smoking lead.

Mama Machete.

Better watch your head.

We don't care what he does.

As long as the demon
brings the badassest of drugs.

We can writhe on the floor.

We can writhe on the ceiling.

We can writhe anywhere.

We are the fucking Green Demons.

Guitar!

Get it on, little demon, come on.

There you go, little demon.

All night long

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