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NARRATOR: Previously on
Mr. Mercedes...

MORRIS: I would've thought
she'd be back by now.

She didn't even
pack up her shit.

Not even a note.

ALMA: You really loved her.

MORRIS: I just don't get it.

My focus is whether
you'll be able

to contribute meaningfully
to your own defense.

Uh, yeah.

Ms. Linklatter,
you have been found competent.

It is therefore
your legal right

to have your day in court.

"With public sentiment
on one's side,

"nothing can fail."

Brady say that, did he?

The public
is gonna set me free.

MORRIS:
I got a high school buddy,
Andy Halliday,

runs an old bookstore.

Well, some kid
came into the bookstore

asking about Rothstein...
That kid!

That's the Saubers family.

Pete, we got
another envelope
this morning.

$9,000. Where'd you
get the money?

It's not coming from me.

HOLLY: May I ask a question?

Are we on a date?

Would you like it to be?

Everybody I touch suffers.

You're really worried
about her. Lou.

She's fucked. My doing.

Not everything
is your doing.

But this one is.

I wanna call Holly
as a witness.

She could be
a de facto surrogate.

"If you like Holly,
wait till you see Lou."

[DRAMATIC MUSIC]

[RECORD HISSES]
[DOCK BOGGS'
OH DEATHPLAYING]

♪ What is this
that I can't see

♪ With icy hands
taking hold on me

♪ I am death
and none can excel

♪ I'll open the doors
to heaven or hell

♪ Oh, death

♪ Oh, death

♪ Can't you spare me over
till another year?

♪ Oh, death
ROTHSTEIN:
Give it up, Billy boy.

♪ Oh, death ♪

Throw in the towel.

Okay?

You don't have
what it takes.

You never did.

♪ Someone would pray,
couldn't you call ♪

You're not here.

No. I'm dead.

But clearly, not gone.

And that's your fear,
isn't it?

Once you're dead,
gone, gone, gone, gone.

But the fear
that's under that one,

let's call it, uh,
totem pole fear,

is that you were never there
in the first place.

You got no legacy.

You think finding my killer
is gonna give you one?

Well, let me tell you
something, bud.

Legacy is shit.

And shit don't mean shit.

[BOB DYLAN'S
SERIES OF DREAMS]

♪ 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 ♪

[LOW CHATTER]
Thank you.

So, like,
Scrooge and shit?

What?

Like, Charles Dickens,
the Ghost of Scrooge,
Christmas Past, and shit?

Along the lines.

Fuck.

Banging on about
legacy and all this.

Maybe he's right.

You ever think about getting
psychological help
or something?

My insurance
doesn't cover it,

so I gotta slum it
and talk to you.

[CHUCKLES]

Are we anywhere at all?

We're waiting on the DNA
on the hospital guy.

I sent you
the composite sketch.

We're gonna release it
to the public tonight.

So you're basically
still nowhere.

It's a process.

You got your process
and we got ours,

except ours doesn't
involve ghosts.

I take you into confidence
and you mock me.

I'm not mocking you.
Yes, you are.

I'm not mocking you.

Look, I'm just...
I'm just saying that
if we're gonna solve this,

we're gonna have to do it
right here on Earth.

[DOOR BELL DINGS]

[PHONE LINE RINGING]

Hi, this is Danielle.
Leave a message
after the beep.

[BEEP]

Can you at least
let me know you're okay?

Regardless of whether
you forgive me

or wanna get back, or...

Fuck, Danielle.
This is not fair.

Just let me know.

[GRUNTS]

[SIGHS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

YOUNG MORRIS:
What are you doing, Mom?Hey.

You've been going on
about these for over a year.

I had to see
what all the fuss was about.

You went into my room?

What do you mean,
did I go into your room?

Who do you think
changes your sheets
and does your laundry?

These are my books.

Hey. I thought
you'd be pleased.

I spent my day trying
to understand my self-centered

and pretentiously
intellectual son
with a C average at school.

God, honey,
these books are not that good.

The only one that shows
any promise is this last one,

but he doesn't even...
The last one?

Where he goes
into advertising?

Where Rothstein sold him out?

A writer is more of
a secretary than God,

so Rothstein
didn't do anything
to Jimmy Gold.

What Rothstein saw
and allowed Jimmy to show us

is that most of us
just become everyman.

Ordinary. We just morph
into the guy next door.No.

Yeah, honey.

Jimmy Gold evolved
into bland nothingness.

[GASPS, CHOKES]

[OMINOUS MUSIC]
MORRIS: I just snapped.

One second, she was talking shit about Jimmy Gold.

[CHOKING]

The next,
I had her by the throat.

What stopped you?

[SCREAMS, PANTING]

I don't know.

I just let go of her.

Anything more from
your friend, the book dealer?

Has the kid come back?

Not to my knowledge.

He said he'd call me
if he returned.

Well, we can't just wait.

Maybe the kid did come back,
with the books,

which your high school buddy
bookstore friend now has

and is maybe trying to sell.

That didn't happen.

Why, 'cause your buddy
didn't call you to give you
the big heads-up?

We're talking about
millions of dollars here.

You need
to go see your friend.

Meanwhile,
I'm gonna pay a visit
to Peter Saubers' mother.

What's the pretext?

My cat.

You don't have a cat.
You hate cats.

She doesn't.

FINKELSTEIN: I agree.
Lou is shaky.

This is a total crapshoot.

One we have to take.

She's talking about Brady,
you know.

Not listening to him.
Him is Brady.

I know that.
I'm not stupid.

Then there's Holly, like,
and the wheels on her bike
aren't exactly fastened tight.

I'll handle Holly.

[BELL DINGS]

And how do we go about
managing that?

I'm sorry?

I know what's going on,

or what's on the precipice
of going on with you two.

She's a fragile person.

Meaning what?

Meaning you need
to tread careful.
She's precious cargo.

Right now, we should just
be focusing on the case.

Yeah, well,
Holly's the star witness.

I am talking about the case
still, technically.

Were you just
talking about me?

I have kind of
a sixth sense

for when people
are talking about me.

Well, maybe you need to focus
on the other senses,

some of which could use
some tweaking.

He projects his anxiety
when he's nervous.

Hey.

Uh, so I've got something
on the father, Carl Fenten.

Evidently, the mother is dead,
but apparently,

he has a auto repair shop
here in Bridgton.

That's the address.
Goody.

Yeah.

How's Lou? She ready?

[BELL DINGS]
Mmm.

That's a great job.
Well done.

Thank you.
HODGES: Let's go.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Not a peep?
Not yet.

Hmm.

Wow. And he's never
called you again?

Why you so interested
in this kid, Morris?

I'm not interested
in the kid.

I'm interested in Rothstein.

Now that he's dead,
his stuff is worth
who knows how much.

I never knew you
to be a collector.

I mean, I know
how much you love
Jimmy Gold and all that,

but to take it
to the level of collector

takes money, Morris.

You come into some money?

If I had money, I'd be going
to legitimate bookstores.

Instead, I've come to you.

I'm offended by that.

Give me a break, Andrew.

You buy and sell
stolen books.

Everybody knows it.

Are you telling me
that the police

haven't come calling,
asking you whether anybody's
tried to unload a Rothstein?

Yeah, the police came once.

You've now come twice
and called twice.

You seem
especially interested.

My one chance in life

to get my hands
on an original,

why wouldn't I be?

Okay.

If the kid comes back...
Yeah.

Or anybody else,
for that matter...

I'll call.

[BELL DINGS]

So, Morris...

What're you...
What're you up to
these days?

What're you into?

Excuse me?

Well, we're old buddies.

We should catch up more.

Word is that
you and Alma Lane

have been spending
some quality time.

[LAUGHS]

Are you fucking
that old battleax again?

If I were, it'd be none
of your fucking business.

Sure would be
a curious thing, though.

Rothstein fucked her.
You fucked her.

Forgive me.
I'm just a sucker
for coincidence.

Good.

[SIGHS]

Be seated.

You okay?

Fine.

You seem a bit fidgety.

I'm fine.
I'm a fidgety person.

It's not gonna be today,
you know.

Like, the prosecution
has to make its case first.

So you got time.
Okay.

I'm fine.
I'm a fidgety person.

I'm allowed to be
a fidgety person.

JUDGE RAINES:
Good morning, everyone.ALL: Good morning.

Good morning, Ms. Pace.

Mr. Finkelstein.
Ms. Linklatter.

Morning.

And I just want to remind
you all again

that this might look
and walk

and quack like a circus,

but it's a courtroom.

It's my courtroom.

Wheels of justice...

Get on with it,
for fuck's sake.

JUDGE RAINES:
The whole ten yards.Fucking blowhard.

Ms. Pace?
You have the honor.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The People call
William Hodges.

[COURTROOM MURMURING]

FINKELSTEIN: Excuse me.

Mr. Hodges is not
on their witness list.

He's on yours.
What's going on?

I'm calling my first witness.

Objection.

[SIGHS]
All right, approach the bench.

This is not
a nice fucking start.

Are you kidding me?

He's on the list.
There's no unfair
surprise here.

This is bullshit.
Bullshit is in play here.

He plans to backdoor
jury nullification,

and we all know it.

You need to rethink this,
young lady.

It's all rethought.
Detective Hodges
was in the room.

He was there.
He's a material eyewitness.

And now he's here.

I want time to prep him.
You mean coach him?

Fuck you.
Fuck you.

Fuck both of you.

This is not
a goddamn good start.

You got five minutes.

Your Honor...
That's it.

He can take a breath.

He can have a moment.

He can take a dump.

But he's in that chair
in five minutes.

You got that?

You wanted to see me?

Oh, Peter. Yes, come in.

Is there something wrong?

Not at all.

This is one of the very best
student papers

I've read
in quite a long time.

[CHUCKLES] Really?

Because it was so...
confident.

Thank you.

Hang on a sec.
Would you sit?

Did you write it?

Of course I did.

It's just that...
[SIGHS]

You have never written
anything like this.

Well, to be honest,

I've never really loved
the books in your class,

till this one.

Well, I'm not sure
I agree with your conclusions.

You say that Jimmy
is a noble American hero,

but is that really supported

by the concluding book
in the trilogy?

Jimmy's still a rebel
in the end.

Why?

Because he throws an ashtray
through a TV screen?

That's a symbol.

Tell me.

The CBS logo is an eye,
and Jimmy's act is a ritual
blinding of his inner eye,

the one that sees the truth.

[LAUGHING] Well,

you really are
a Rothstein man.

I'm impressed.

But in your paper, you...

You don't talk about
how he died.

No.
Well, I have to wonder why.

I mean, this just happened.

It wouldn't have fit
the theme,

and just to die like that...

At least
Rothstein's major work

was done.

Unless you're one
of those people

who believe
he was still writing,

and that he left
this trove of treasures.

Well, I'd really love
to read those
if that's true.

[BELL RINGING]
Mmm-hmm.

I gotta go to class, um...
[CLEARS THROAT]

You swear to tell the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

I do.
Be seated.

Mr. Hodges.

Ms. Pace.

You're a retired detective
with the Bridgton
Police Department?

I am.

You were the lead detective

tasked with investigating
the jobs-fair massacre,

perpetrated
by Brady Hartsfield.

I was.

You retired from the force,

having made no arrest
on the case,

but you had occasion
to pursue the matter
as a private detective.

I did.

Would it be fair to say
that you were consumed

with bringing
Mr. Hartsfield down?

It would.

Fair to say you wanted
Brady Hartsfield dead?

I wanted justice,
which he got.

When a criminal defendant
is executed

before he's brought
to trial,

that coincides
with your notion of justice?

There were extenuating
circumstances here.

Which were?

Brady Hartsfield
nearly killed her.

The man was evil incarnate.

So if a criminal suspect
is evil enough,

you support
a pre-trial execution?

I'm sorry.

Has this witness been called
to give testimony or opinion?

Mr. Hodges has a bias
in favor of the defendant.

He's in fact
a defense witness.

I'm therefore allowed
to treat him as hostile

and establish that bias.

Well, just get on
with it then, please.

Brady Hartsfield,

in addition
to killing so many,

killed someone you had
personal feelings for.

Janey Patterson.

Is there a point?

My point is that of all
the people in this room

wanting Mr. Mercedes
to get his just reward,

no one would take
a backseat to you.

Get on with it, Counsel.

[DISTANT COUGHING]

You were there,
weren't you, Mr. Hodges?

When Brady Hartsfield
was assassinated?

You were sitting
right in the room.

I was.

Can you tell us
what you observed?

I saw Lou,
after giving testimony,

leave the witness box.

She approached Mr. Hartsfield,
whispered something
in his ear,

and produced a weapon,
and she shot him.

In the head.

Well, she aimed for his nuts,
but she missed.

[LAUGHTER]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Is this a joke to you?

The joke
is that Lou Linklatter
is facing trial

for performing two seconds
of community service.

That's the joke.

After giving testimony,

did you observe the defendant
rush up to the victim,

or did she walk calmly?

The latter.

She seemed in control
of her mental faculties
from your vantage point?

She did.

And given your own hatred,
your rage

towards Mr. Hartsfield,
I'm guessing you'd understand

the defendant's fury
toward her victim.

You covered that.

In fact, who among us,

given the carnage caused
by Brady Hartsfield,

wouldn't want to blow
that monster's head off?

Trilogy now.

You've made that point
three times.

If you had the chance,
would you have killed him?

Did you not hear
my question, Detective?

No, I heard the question.
It's hypothetical.

It's actually
not hypothetical,

because you had
two such occasions

to kill Brady Hartsfield,
where in fact,

you began to kill
Brady Hartsfield,

once in a hospital room when
you pinched his oxygen line,

the other in a cell when
you grabbed him by the throat

and began to strangle him.

In both cases,
you stopped yourself,
didn't you, Detective?

I did.

Why?

Don't much remember,
truth be told.

That's not "truth be told."

That's a lie.

You stopped yourself
on both occasions because you
did not want to sink

to Brady Hartsfield's level.

You did not want
to be lawless like him.

A mind reader now.
Jack of all jack-offs.

[LAUGHTER]

I don't need
to be a mind reader,

because you gave that exact
statement to the police.

You even said
to be rendered lawless

means
that Brady Hartsfield wins.

You did not want to give him
that satisfaction,

the very satisfaction
that Lou Linklatter gave him.

Your Honor,
what is the point of this?

Mr. Hodges is not
on trial here.

No, he's not,
because he did not
commit a homicide.

But he is here
to give testimony in support
of someone who did.

You're a unique witness
in this case, Mr. Hodges.

You know and care
for the defendant.

You harbored a compulsion
to get Mr. Hartsfield,

who, as you say, was evil.

You can appreciate
the anguish of his victims,

many of them
with us here today.

You're unequivocally on
the "hate Mr. Mercedes"
side of the fence.

But you are also
a man of law and order.

You're a man who believes
that this system needs
to be one of integrity,

so I'm going to finish here
by asking you the toughest
question of all,

reminding you
that you are under oath.

One hell of a windup.

As much as you understand

why Lou Linklatter took
the law into her own hands,

do you really mean
to sit in that chair

and advocate
on behalf of vigilantism?

I'm here to advocate for Lou.

He stabbed her,
for God's sake.

So eye for an eye.

That's where you stand?

Is it your testimony
that people,

for the purpose
of exacting revenge,

should be allowed to take
the law into their own hands?

Thank you, Your Honor.

[CROWD CHANTING DISTANTLY]

[DOOR RATTLES]

[CROWD CLAMORING]

MAN: We love you!

[OVERLAPPING CHATTER,
CHEERING]

CROWD: Let Lou go!

REPORTER 1: Over here!
Detective Hodges!

REPORTER 2:
Why did Brady...

Why did Lou kill Brady?
Detective Hodges!

[CHANTING,
OVERLAPPING CHATTER]

[POLICE SIREN
WAILING DISTANTLY]

Thanks for all the help.

Sitting there
like a fucking zombie.

Why didn't
you say something?

You could've established
Brady was able
to keep killing,

even in custody.
The judge shut that down.

Slip it in sideways,
for fuck's sake.

No, because if I even
go near self-defense,

I would be put
in contempt of court.

Do you understand that?
All the Cerebellin,

medical wonder boy bullshit,
the whole thing...

None of that negates
that Lou executed him,

and for us to try
to deny that,

we will look like
we're okay with murder!

What's your plan?

I've told you our plan.
Involuntary manslaughter.

It's a fine line,
one that I can walk.

I don't fucking think so.
Okay, stop it, both of you.

I have to be off
to see Carl Fenten's dad.

Maybe you can go
and get yourself
a law degree or something.

I'll see you back
at the office...Fuck off.

Fuck off yourself.

See you back
in the office.

[SIGHS]

Did it go that badly?

Not at all.

[SIGHS]

No new information came in.

He came off
sympathetic to Lou,
which the jury saw.

He's just not the cleanup
hitter that we hoped.

Right.

It's all going to come down
to Lou's testimony anyway,

and yours.

Right.

[SIGHS] Holly.

If you don't feel
up to it...

No, I have to be up to it.
[SCOFFS]

I will just ask questions.

And you just give
honest answers.

You just...
Just be yourself.

Okay.

Yeah.

[MIRANDA LAMBERT'S I CAN'T BE BOTHEREDPLAYING]

♪ I can't be bothered

♪ To miss you anymore

♪ It's month 12,
day 31, and hour 24

♪ I used to think ♪

[MUSIC STOPS]

Shit, shit, shit.

Is he in trouble?

HUNT: Not at all.
[DOG BARKING DISTANTLY]

Then I don't understand.

The crash site
was less than a mile
from here.

Peter has been known
to walk the area.

It's possible
he came upon the wreckage.

But he didn't.
He would've told us.

There was money,
we think, in the car,

possibly connected
to the John Rothstein murder.

It's possible some
of Rothstein's merchandise,

manuscripts, even,
were in the wreckage.

And it's possible somebody
came upon the crash site,

found the money
and merchandise,

and absconded with it.

You think Peter did this?

We're talking to everybody
in the vicinity.

How has Peter
seemed recently?

How has he seemed?

Mrs. Saubers, we're really
not trying to be antagonistic.

Okay, you are in my home,

asking questions
about my son

and whether or not
he's in possession
of stolen property.

What is that
if not antagonistic?

And what about your husband?
Where is he?

He's in court.

HUNT: Court?

The trial for the woman
who killed Mr. Mercedes.

My husband was crippled
at the jobs massacre.

We noticed, uh,

he recently leased some space
on Center Street.

Yes.

He used to be a real estate
broker before the accident,

and he's decided
to get back into it.

It's not cheap leasing space
right on Center Street.

Did he come into
some money recently?

An inheritance, maybe?

[DISTANT CLANGING,
LOW CHATTER]

Don Fenten?

You a cop?

May I have a word, please?

My son was a dope.

He was good at driving cars,
which is

why I think he was chosen
to do something

way, way over his head.

He didn't kill Rothstein.

How can you know that?

My son didn't own a gun.

You check his priors,
robbery, yes,
but never armed robbery.

It just wasn't in Carl.

The other guy
killed Rothstein. Had to be.

Well, let's turn
to the other guy.

You can't conceive
who it might be?

Somebody dominant.
Somebody alpha.

I don't think
he had any idea

what he was getting
himself into.

It might help if you could
visit her before court.

In lock-up?

Oh, it'd have to be lock-up.

They're not gonna let her out
to make a burger run.

If you'd rather not, though...
No, I can do it.

[SIGHS]

[KEY CLICKS]
Holly...

I admit I'm a little torn.
[RAIN PATTERING]

I'm duty-bound
to protect Lou's constitution

any way I can
if she becomes unhinged.

But I also worry

about your own
emotional footing.

I don't know how to be.

Well, as I said,
you just be yourself,

and I'll just
ask the questions...

No, I don't mean in court.
I mean, right now.

I don't know how to be

sitting in a car with you.

You're scared I might try
to kiss you or something?

No. Well, yeah.

N... No.

Oh, so we're clear,
then?No, I'm...

I... [SIGHS]

I am afraid
that you'll kiss me.

I'm terrified of it, but...

I also want to kiss you.

But what I want
is way trumped by fear.

Terror. [LAUGHS]

You may be the most honest
person I've ever met.

See, and that terrifies me
because it was sweet,
you know,

it was nice
in a path-to-intimacy
kind of way.

That makes me need to pee.

[LAUGHS]
Sorry.

Okay.

Look.
Mmm-hmm?

I'm not going to
kiss you tonight.

But...

I don't want you
to fear the future.

I'm just gonna show you
what it would be like

so you'll be
less terrified of it.

How was it?
[LAUGHS SOFTLY]

It was really,
really good.

I mean, albeit in a short
and uneventful way.

Wait, can you put me
on the stand still now that
you kissed me, though?

I can.

Okay.

I don't know why I asked.

ALMA:
Suspected something how?

I don't know.
He just seemed suspicious.

Curious as to my interest
in Rothstein,

even though
he's known forever...

And the Saubers kid hasn't
been back to the bookstore?

Not once?
So he says.

[SOFTLY] I wonder.

Police being
at the Saubers' house,

obviously,
we're not the only ones
sniffing this kid.

I'm almost rooting
for the cops at this point.

Excuse me?

If they find those books,
you know, I won't get rich,

but... at least I'll get
to read them, maybe.

My God.

That's really
what it's about
with you, isn't it?

Getting to read those books.

I have to see
what he became.

I have to know.

[KEYPAD BEEPS]

I'm gonna try again tomorrow
with the mother.

Hopefully,
the cops won't be there.

[KEYS CLACKING]
Who are you texting?

Danielle.

I still don't get it.
Gone.

Whoosh. Fucking nothing.

Morris, I'm gonna ask you
an honest question,
and I want an honest answer.

What?

I think it's sweet
that you miss your twitty
little Danielle.

That's your question?

No, my question is,
when you fuck me,

do you think of that
twitty little thing?

'Cause that would
not be good.

You're... [SCOFFS]

being disgusting.

I don't give a shit.

When a man's in me,
he better be all in.

You're going
to court tomorrow,
by the way.

Court? Why?

Because I have an idea.

TOM: Don't fucking lie
to me, Peter!

I'm not fucking lying.
Bullshit!

Tom!
He's lying to me. Bullshit.

Peter, there was money
in the car, right? Huh?

There were probably
Rothstein books as well.

I've got anonymous
cash donations

showing up at this house
in the mail.

You are all into
fucking John Rothstein.

The cops are knocking
at the door.

Dad, Dad, Dad, they're
teaching Rothstein in school.

Who the fuck
isn't reading Rothstein...

Bullshit. He's lying to me.
Tom.

[SIGHS]

Peter.

We are honest people, okay?

We may not have much,
but we have that.

We are honest people.

Peter, just tell us.

Are you in trouble?

I'm not in trouble.

I wanna see those books
you got from the library.I returned them.

See? He's fucking lying,
Marjorie.

Fuck off!
What did you say to me?

You say that to me
one more time.

No! Don't you dare!

Fuck you!

[DOOR SLAMS]

WOMAN ON TV: The defense
essentially planned
to use Hodges

as kind of a secret weapon,

but the district attorney let the air out of their tires.

You could practically see
that big man deflate
with a big hiss.

[TV TURNS OFF]

ROTHSTEIN: [LAUGHING] Hey!
You're on the TV.

Nobody can
call you ordinary now.

You fucked your friend Lou,

haven't found my killer,

talked about on television,

you are a spectacular failure.

Nothing spectacular about it.

They only put
ordinary failures
on TV nowadays.

It makes the ads look better.

Well, there's no such thing
as bad publicity, bud.

[LAUGHING] I mean,
"I never miss a chance
to have sex

"or be interviewed
on the TV."

When did you say that?

Gore Vidal said that.

Jesus Christ, bud,
you never read anybody
but me?

Not Gore fucking Vidal,
I'll tell you that much.

You spoke to me
like you knew who I am,

who I was... [SCOFFS]

Can I tell you a secret?

I never spoke to you.

You're speaking to me now.

You are speaking to you now.

Okay.

If you're so smart,
tell me this.

Is Brady Satan?

Satan?

Brady, Satan?
There is no Satan.

[LAUGHS] Oh, my God.
Satan's a human creation.

He's like, uh,
God or Cheez Whiz,
or, you know...

Billy, I think
you're missing the point.

There's only one way out,

and that's in.

Hello?

Hello?

Hi.
[CHUCKLING] Hi.

[GASPS]
Ooh, it's a little poochy.

[SPEAKS GIBBERISH] Poochy!
What a beautiful dog.

Oh, you... Whoo!

He likes me. [LAUGHS]

My name is Alma Lane and
I am so sorry to disturb you,

but my cat, Carleton,
he's gone missing,

and I'm passing out
some flyers.

This is my little Carleton,
a bit of a wanderer.

Usually, I'm not concerned,
but it's been over a week now.

[SNIFFLES]
Have you seen him?

I'm sorry, no.

[CLICKS TONGUE]
It's just not like him
to stay away this long.

Are you all right, dear?

I'm fine.

Why are you staring at me?

Oh, I don't mean to.
[CHUCKLES]

I'm sorry. [GRUNTS]

[BOTH LAUGH]

Truth be told,
I'm a little psychic.

I walked up here
worried about my cat.

Now I'm a little
worried about you.

You need to be pretty.

Okay.

And not too twitchy.

I don't find you twitchy
in a bad way,

but I need you to be
comfortable in your own skin
in a way that...

[CHUCKLES]
In a way that I can't.

What?

Why are you looking at me
like that?

I'm worried about you.

You seem... erratic.

Yeah, well,
I'm on trial for my life,

and your... [CHUCKLES]

Boss?

He didn't exactly
carry the day on my behalf.

Well, I mean,
he was a little boxed in
by the truth.

Oh, yeah?
What about you?

I'll need to tell the truth
as well.

[SCOFFS]

You and I,

we're Brady bashers.

I shot him. [CLICKS TONGUE]

And you... Oh, girl.

You just...
[GRUNTS SOFTLY]

[GRUNTING SOFTLY]

Your job is to show the jury

that Brady-bashing... Oh.

It's such a good thing.

Brady-bashing is sympathetic

and so... pretty.

You have a very
odd tone, Lou.

I'm a little uneasy.

I'm gonna be
sounding real good
when I'm out, though.

She's getting worse.

And the way she talks
is how Brady would talk.

I mean, not that I ever
spoke with Brady, you know.

I did.
You're not wrong.

He's in her head somehow.

What do we do?

First of all,
whatever we can
to get her out. After that...

Mr. Hodges.

Yeah?
Sorry to intrude.

I just wanted to say
a quick thank you.

My name's Morris Bellamy.

I was at the jobs fair
that night...

One of the lucky ones.

Hello.

Hi.

So many of us are so grateful
to both of you.

And I'm not sure
it gets said quite enough,

so I thought I'd say it.

Thank you.
Thank you, both of you.

Again, sorry to intrude.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Wait just a second.

You were one of
Brady Hartsfield's victims?

Well, emotionally.

I escaped physical harm.

[CHUCKLES] Thank God.

Where's your head at on this?

I'm sorry?
This trial.

Do you want to see
Lou Linklatter convicted
or set free?

Lou Linklatter's a hero
in my book.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

SARAH:
Did you have an opportunity
to speak with her after?

TONY: I did.

And did she tell you where
she procured the 3-D revolver?

She told me
she made it herself.

Is that easy to do?
No.

There's a fair amount
of engineering
expertise involved.

Premeditation.
Coherent thinking.
Malice aforethought.

That was all part of the mix
of what you observed,

was it not, Mr. Montez?

Objection, foundation.
Lay opinion.

Move it along.

As you observed the defendant
shoot Brady Hartsfield,

she appeared
to be acting calmly,
willfully, and with purpose?

Appeared to be the case.

And was Brady Hartsfield
posing a threat to anybody

when Lou Linklatter acted
to end his life?

No.

She executed him.

Appeared to be the case.

Thank you, Mr. Montez.

[DISTANT COUGHING]

You swore to tell the truth.

I did.

But you have an even
higher obligation
to tell it, don't you?

You're a prosecutor,
an officer of the court.

My obligation is the same
as any other witness.

As an Ohio prosecutor,

do you know and understand
Ohio criminal law?

Well, that would
be the goal.

Before the shooting,
would you say

Brady Hartsfield seriously
provoked my client?

Not in court,
not on that day.

In the months
leading up to the event,

when he attacked her,
when he almost killed her,

almost killed
thousands of people,

would you say
he provoked her?

That's fair.

Did his provocation
cause my client
to suffer great mental

or emotional distress,
if you know?

Cause her to fear
for her life?

Cause her to lose
sleep, weight,

hopes...

I can't argue
with any of that.

[EERIE MUSIC]

FINKELSTEIN: A person in Ohio
can't be convicted

of both murder
and manslaughter
for the same killing.

No. It's one or the other.

Because not all killings
are the same.

Murder is worse
than manslaughter.

When you saw my client
shoot Mr. Mercedes,

did you think to yourself,
"That woman is a murderer"?

I'm not sure I was thinking
about it in those terms.

Well, you're
a trained prosecutor.

You must've had
some opinion,
some reaction.

Objection.

Sustained.

Seeing a man killed
is upsetting.

It is.
So is testifying.

Upsetting, scary,
nerve-racking

for everybody,
even you.

You...
You're not enjoying this.

No.

Did you know

how having to give testimony
would affect her that day?

I didn't realize
the extent, no.

Do you make room for
the possibility, Mr. Montez,

that having been assaulted
by Brady Hartsfield,

nearly killed by him
in the most vicious way,

being stabbed
in the stomach,

and then
having to be in a room
with him to face him down...

Do you make room
for the possibility that

it was just all too much
for Lou Linklatter?

Is it possible?

Of course it's possible.

Thank you.

Calm, coherent,

deliberate, reflective,

with malice aforethought.

You still stand
by that testimony?

I do.
Thank you, Your Honor.

[SIGHS]

What do you think?

I don't know.

It's close.

Could be bad.

It's hard to be objective.

My testimony
could be very important.

You like him, don't you?

What?

Finkelstein. You like him.

I do.

What do you think of him?

He seems good.

[BACKPACK ZIPPING]

I think it went as well
as we can hope.

[DISTANT BUZZING]

But you want me to plead.

[SIGHS]
Well, I'm not saying...

We're gonna win.

[SIGHS]

I know it.

Is that what
he's telling you?

'Cause he's
misled you before.

He's a very
complicated person.

He really is.

He hurts me,
and then he helps me,

and then he hurts me.

All I gotta do is know
which one is which.

You made contact?

MORRIS ON PHONE:
Both with him and the woman,
Holly Gibney.

Step one.
Mission accomplished.

Excellent.

MORRIS: What about you
and the Saubers mother?

ALMA:
Contact also established.

Minimal, but progress.

I'll get inside that family.
It's only a matter of time.

I can tell you this.

She's freaked about something,
and it wasn't my lost cat.

Where are you now?

Doing a little
spring cleaning

on the chance the police
come sniffing my way.

Gotta make sure there's
nothing for 'em to find.

Why would they
be coming your way?

Hopefully, they won't.

But, Morris,
we both entered
into the mix.

And that composite
they released

didn't look
a whole lot like you,

but I'm not
taking any chances.

Your bookstore buddy
could connect the dots.

True.

I'll call you
when I'm done here.

[MELLOW BIG BAND
MUSIC PLAYING]

[BARBRA STREISAND'S
DON'T RAIN ON MY PARADE
PLAYING]

[SINGING ALONG]
♪ Don't tell me not to live[TOOL WHIRRING]

♪ Just sit and putter

♪ Life's candy and the sun's
a ball of butter

♪ Don't bring around a cloud
to rain on my parade

♪ Don't tell me not to fly,
I've simply got to

♪ If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you!

♪ Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade?

♪ I'll march my band out

♪ I'll beat my drum

♪ And if I'm fanned out

♪ Your turn at bat, sir

♪ At least I didn't fake it

♪ Hat, sir, I guess I didn't make it

♪ But whether I'm the rose
of sheer perfection

♪ A freckle on the nose
of life's complexion

♪ The cinder or...

♪ I'll march

♪ My band out

♪ I'll beat my drum

♪ And if I'm fanned out

[WOOD CHIPPER TURNS ON]
♪ Your turn at bat, sir

[WOOD CHIPPER WHIRRING]

♪ At least I didn't fake it
Hat, sir

♪ I guess I didn't make it

♪ Get ready for me, love,
'cause I'm a comer

♪ I simply gotta march,
my heart's a drummer

♪ Nobody, no

♪ Nobody

♪ Is gonna

♪ Rain on my
[FLESH AND BONE SPATTERING]

♪ Parade ♪