All language subtitles for Battle Creek s01e06 Cereal Killer.eng

I'm a senior detective with
the Battle Creek Police.

We are forced to make do with substandard

and out-of-date equipment.

Great news. We're getting help.

Our loss... Battle Creek's gain.

Good riddance, you miserable sack...

Big smile, big laugh, you love
it here. Big smile, big laugh.

I love it here.

Detectives Russ Agnew...

Milt Chamberlain.

Hi.

He has asked to have
someone team up with him.

Me.

Why me?

I think you get lucky.

Not because you trust people

but because you're just
really good-looking, man.

Oh, thank you.

In my experience, when you trust people,

they-they trust you.

Have you actually met people?

You can't be a cop

and be this naive. It's just not possible.

I agree.

(cheerleaders cheering)

- (groans)
- Why do we do this?

Nobody likes this.

Milt: Are you kidding me?

I love this!

I mean, who would've thought of a citywide

day of breakfast?

The people of Battle Creek did.

31 years ago.

Yeah, exactly! Celebrate
what made this town great.

- Everybody likes cereal.
- Damn right!

And no one more than Mayor Hardy.

Agent Chamberlain?

I'm Darrel Hardy, Mayor
Hardy's chief of staff.

- The mayor was wondering...
- Milt!

If you wouldn't mind taking...

- Hey.
- Hey!

Shook your hand when I hung
that medal around your neck

- a few weeks back.
- Right, right.

Yeah, uh, you've met my brother Darrel.

Yes, yes.

We are proud to have the FBI here

helping out our local heroes.

And you and your tech means

I get to cut a few bucks out
of the law enforcement budget.

- Well, I don't, I don't...
- Oh!

- Hey, get a picture! Get a picture.
- Okay.

Oh! Go, go, TomCat! Ah...

Okay, got to keep moving.
Lot of hands to shake.

Oh, hey! Okay, guys.

No, G man, come with me.

- I'm gonna show you off. Hey!
- Okay.

- It's Milt the Stilt right here!
- Hey, boys.

Look at Milt sucking up,
pretending to laugh.

Where's he get off being so cheerful, huh?

No one's having fun.

Isn't this fun?!

This is my favorite day of the year.

Yeah, Russ was just saying the same thing.

You want to elaborate for Holly?

(bell ringing)

Come and get it!

Breakfast is officially served!

(crowd clamoring)

We lost the venue.

The venue you recommended.

Mayfield? I dropped off
the deposit myself.

No. No, you didn't. Because
they never got it.

Now it's booked for another happy couple.

You know where my wedding's gonna be, hmm?

In my lavish backyard.

With the endless view of
my cement-block fence.

And live beautiful music playing
from that little jerk next door

banging on his drums thinking
he's Neil freaking Peart!

There must be some mistake, okay?

I know the guy. I'll talk to him.

Shaylene is freaking out, man.

All right, I said I'll take
care of it, man. I promise.

Hardy: Agent Chamberlain?

If you'd sit right here, we got a...

seat of honor for Battle
Creek's newest guest!

He's not a guest.

- Guests leave.
- (laughs)

Hear ye!

Hear ye! Cereal is

what put Battle Creek on the map.

And kept it on the map.

And that is why I am damn proud

to be pouring the opening bowl

at our 31st Annual Breakfast Day!

(crowd cheering)

All right! All right!

You ready, TomCat? Here we go!

Good morning!

(laughs)

This guy's hungry!

- (laughs)
- Get that guy a big old bowl!

- Oh!
- (screams)

Gun!

Go! Get out of here!

Get out! Get out! Go!

(coughing)

Get out of here!

- Go! Go!
- Go!

Milt, come here!

The shots came from somewhere
up in this building.

Number 89, second floor,
three units from the right.

- What?
- It's a gunfire locator system.

Uses auditory sensors to locate

the source of the gunshot. I had
it installed after you got shot.

Come on, come on. Let's go.

Right here.

I got it.

Looks like it was remotely triggered.

Our suspects are...

everyone who owns a cell phone.

(indistinct chatter)

Milt used his micro X-ray
fluorescent fingerprint analyzer

on the rifle, the tripod
and all its components.

No prints.

The entire contraption was made up

of off-the-shelf items that you
could buy at any hardware store.

Which makes it not traceable.

Okay, so the rifle is a Ruger Mini-14,

minimal wear and tear.

But someone took the time

to file off the serial number.

Hey, yo, how are you doing this?

And can you stop?

Two people were shot. You're wasting time.

Yeah, they both survived.

You're wasting time, not me.

Look, whoever built this contraption

knew that we'd find it.

So they made damn sure that
there was nothing to find.

We're not gonna solve this
using X-ray analyzers.

We're gonna solve this
interviewing witnesses.

Starting with the mayor when
he gets out of surgery.

You know, old-fashioned police work?

The FBI I.T. lab has offered to help.

Oh, well, your lab can't
interrogate witnesses.

- They can't...
- That is true. That's true.

But they did trace the
cell phone on the trigger.

It was a pre-paid burn phone.

The lab also traced the incoming call.

It was also

a pre-paid burn phone.

We were also able to
determine that the call came

from approximately a
2,000-square-foot radius

32 degrees south, southeast
of the breakfast table.

How the...?

How the hell do you know that?

Oh, we-we accessed the cell tower,

pinged at it and triangulated
the source of the call.

Approximately... 2,000-square-foot area.

It's kind of vague.

Are you sure it's accurate?

Well, are you concerned that
it's too vague or too accurate?

Holly: In People v. Evans,

the judge threw out the
cell tower ping data,

saying the technology was unproven

and potentially unreliable.

I-I read, I read about
that in The Economist.

Yeah, we're, uh, we're
appealing that decision.

Oh.

So, when we combine this information with
the video footage that we've collected

from various businesses

and personal cell phones,
we'll be able to pinpoint

the suspect with a high
degree of certainty

using our digital crime board.

Or we could just ask the
mayor who wanted him dead.

Font, I'll see you in the parking lot.

Hey, why are you going
through your recent files?

- What are you looking for?
- This.

It's the deposit check for
Funkhauser's wedding venue.

I, I thought I dropped it off,
but I must've accidentally

- left it in this file.
- Oh.

What am I gonna do?

What are your options?

So far all I've come up with is lying.

That's kind of a short-term solution.

You got to tell him.

I mean, you'll feel better.

Just...

Font, did you talk to Mayfield?

Seriously, Funk?

The-the mayor was just shot.

But, look, it's important, all right?

It's your wedding, so-so I'm on it.

Hardy: Name a street,

any street, and it's yours.

Well, it's, it's not like
I saved you on purpose,

so maybe I shouldn't get my own street.

What? No! Kid, have fun with it.

This is what we always say.

Pick your worst enemy.
Like the bully in high school.

Tell us where he lives, every day

he's got to walk home down

Sam McPherson Street. How fun is that?

Excuse me?

Uh, I-I think you both need
to get back to healing.

Yeah, yeah. Thank you again, son.

And go, go TomCat!

What the hell was going on out there?

- Who's shooting at me?
- Uh...

we were kind of hoping you could
help us figure that one out.

Well, I got 85% in the last election.

It was a very low turnout.

Well, I assume someone who's not
gonna bother to vote for me

is not gonna bother trying to shoot me.

Like, it's local politics!

It's potholes,

dead animals and snow removal.

And it matters. People
care about that stuff

because it's their home,
it's their community,

which is everything.

Okay, well, give them the crackpot file.

Crackpots?

Constituents...

who are nuts.

Hate mail, threats, hysterical e-mails...

You want to find my
shooter, he's in that file.

Hey, we've got an entire file of...

What the hell is that?

Milt: It's a digital crime board.

Jacocks: The FBI synced up every clip

from the 2,000-square-foot area

to the exact time of the first shot.

9:02:13 a.m.

The people who are on cell phones

are being run through facial
recognition software.

That does... I don't know what it does.

I'm not allowed to know.

Yeah, we use a proprietary
algorithm that pulls

from all accessible databases.

A surveillance camera caught
the shooting on tape.

The circle is the 2,000-square-foot area

where the call originated.

Hey, check this out!

It's really cool.

Milt: Yeah.

Funkhauser: The software can merge
footage from different cell phones.

That's awesome.

Yeah, and...

the shooter's one of these 15 people.

The machine's identified seven so far.

Well, that's very pretty,

but the shooter's one of these 12 people,

the list that the mayor's brother gave me

of his enemies.

Not random people

that might have been in the
wrong 2,000-square-foot area

at the wrong millisecond.

Who, quite frankly, have done nothing

to deserve us digging around
through their personal lives.

Well, I'd venture the shooter
was on both of our lists.

And I'd venture that Steven Venson

was on both of our lists.

What makes you say that?

Well, he was one of the faces
we've already identified,

and when we ran his name
through the system,

we found that he'd been
arrested for assault.

- Ooh.
- Milt: And we caught this

on surveillance.

Steven Venson is the registered owner

of this red Firebird,
license plate number XTR...

Font: "Extra Bad"?

That's a really stupid license plate,

even for a criminal.

Especially for a criminal.

He attacked the mayor?

Yeah, about a month ago.

And the mayor refused to press charges.

Steven Venson

has a record for drug dealing.

He was busted for organizing

a backyard cage fight

and for drag racing through
downtown Battle Creek.

Why the hell didn't he mention that?

How come this guy's name isn't on my list?

Yeah, yeah. Go ahead.

Russ, I want you to know
that I agree with you.

That's very reassuring.

The Digital Crime Board is just

a piece of technology and
a tool, nothing more.

It's a piece of useless technology.

It's a crutch

and you're a tool.

"Extra Bad."

The mayor's gone.

Ooh. Oh, no.

He's still breathing.

Get a doctor in here! Now!

(tires squealing)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Russ: He's got the mayor!

Hey, hey...

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

(engine stalls)

Not now...

- (sputtering)
- Not now!

Is a car that runs also
useless technology?

I was sitting with the
mayor, drinking coffee,

and that's the last thing I remember.

Russ: Anyone else in here?

Just the staff; visiting hours were over.

- (phone chimes)
- Russ: Who brought you the coffee?

One of the orderlies.

I guess that was weird,

an orderly bringing in coffee.

Oh, very.

Hey, Russ, I just got

the hospital's surveillance video.

On your phone?

Yeah.

Melissa e-mailed it to me.

Who the hell is Melissa?

The receptionist.

With the gold hoops and the
amethyst around her neck?

Did you flirt with her as
you ran past the desk?

There we go.

That's the orderly who brought the coffee.

Let me see that.

That's not an orderly.

It's Steve Venson.

He's a felon and a drug dealer.

He probably stole the scrubs
out of the laundry bin,

drugged your coffee,

and pushed the mayor
right out the back door.

Mr. Venson went to a lot of trouble

to build a remote control gun.

Why not just shoot the
mayor in his hospital bed?

And why drug him and take him?

Why not just poison him and leave him?

Maybe because a hospital is a dumb place

to poison someone and
an even stupider place

to shoot 'em.

Unless this guy's on a suicide mission,

which apparently he's not.

Wh... and why take his clothes?

Where's my brother?

What happened?

I've been trying to call.

Darrel, I'm afraid your
brother's been kidnapped.

Russ: Did you try calling

in the last five minutes?

What?

Why? Yes.

Oh, wait, how come we
didn't hear the phone ring?

Is it possible

that the phone is still
in the mayor's pants?

It's always in his pocket.

Well, if it is still on him,

we could use Stingray to locate it.

Oh, no, we don't need your I.T.
department.

Darrel, you seem to be, like,

a micromanaging control freak...

No offense...

But I'm sure that you've got a way

to track the mayor's cell phone

whenever you need to find him, right?

Yes. I use an app.

It's still technology.

It's 99 cents.

Well...

Hey!

Is there, uh, any news on the mayor?

Uh, no, not yet.

Is there any news

on Funk's wedding venue?

Not yet.

- I, um, I talked to my guy.
- Mm-hmm.

He laughed at me.

Mumbled something about Bridezillas

- and then hung up.
- Ah.

Well, I guess that really
just leaves, uh, hmm...

telling Funk the truth.

Yeah, I thought about that.

Instead, I've been avoiding him
while I call other venues.

Every place

from here to Detroit is booked.

I'm gonna call the bride

and offer her $1,000 to
back out of Mayfield.

(laughs)

Okay, this is a day that
she's been dreaming about

since she was six years old.

$1,000

isn't relevant.

$2,000?

She's about to spend $3,000

on a dress she will wear once

and, like, $800 on a cake
she's not even gonna eat.

I think your money's
better spent elsewhere.

Did you call the Windsor Club?

No. Why would I?

- You have to be a member.
- The general manager,

who also does the bookings,

owes $975 in parking tickets.

I think he'll make an exception.

Next time, lead with that.

Go.

FBI!

Don't move!

Hands where I can see them now!

Hardy: Oh, my...

Oh, my goodness,

that's a drug pipe.

I can't believe I voted for you!

Hey, my fiscal policies and
commitment to reform...

You're an idiot!

Were... were you smoking a bong?

Uh, yes,

I was singing a song, thank you!

Would you keep it down?

All right? And by the way,
that is a pipe, not a bong.

(sniffs)

Yeah, because it's crack.

You kidnapped yourself to smoke crack?

Technically, Stevie kidnapped me.

Hey!

You asked me to, it's not like I really...

(sputtering)

Hardy: Yes, yes, yes,
it was a mistake, okay?

It was a mistake,

but I've never missed that game.

So I figured I would just slip out,

slip back in before dawn,

without anyone being the wiser.

Look, you guys didn't
even know where I was.

How would the killer know, right?

It's not bad logic, huh?

Only a person high on crack

would find any of this logical.

Give me that, what is this?

Got OxyContin, Vicodin...

You got a pharmacy in here.

Russ: In front of a cop

and a fed?

Are you kidding me?

Milt: Look, we know about the fight.

We know about Mr. Venson's

history of drug dealing and assault.

You want to explain this?

I... I got my ass kicked.

- I mean, I must have been wasted.
- Russ: You know what I think?

I think this guy is your dealer.

And I think he took

a shot at you over what I'm guessing

happened to be a drug debt.

I also think that you're
just stupid enough

to ask the guy who tried
to kill you to kidnap you.

Okay, all due respect,

there is no possible way

anybody could be trying to
kill me over a drug debt.

Are you denying that you use drugs?

Okay, hey, you guys...

you guys are obligated to
protect me, all right?

That means you're
protecting my personal life

and my political career.

So anything that I say to you...

Just talk.

I'm not denying that I do drugs.

I am denying

that I do not pay for drugs.

I'm their best

customer; I always pay in full.

And I'll bet they're always
just so thrilled to see you.

What, are you crazy?

No, I'm the mayor.

Nobody sees me. Okay?

Stevie handles all my finances.

Is all this true, Mr. Venson?

(clears throat)

Y-Yeah, it was.

"Was"?

My grandma, she-she got
some unexpected bills.

She's been sick, her hip got infected.

Oh, wait, wait, wait. Grandma
Edie or Grandma Inge?

Oh, yeah, Grandma Edie.

- Oh, no!
- So, yeah,

actually, I've been
buying on credit for you.

No!

But they know that... that
you're good for it, man.

You moron, you got me shot!

- Stop, stop!
- DL's not gonna kill his best customer!

Hardy: Venson, he's a drug dealer!

They make examples out of
people who stiff them!

Hold on a second. "DL"?

"DL" as in Dwayne Liden?

Dwayne Liden's a known drug dealer.

Meth, heroin, crack,

bath salts, Krokodil;

is there anything this guy wasn't selling?

The DEA suspects Mr. Liden

in two drug-related homicides.

And the mayor owes him over $19,000.

We've arrested, uh, Mr. Venson

for drugging Officer Murdock;

it's really the only charge
that I think we can make stick.

Who cares? This is great news.

We know who the shooter is.

I agree.

And even better news... Milt was wrong.

We know that Liden wasn't in
the 2,000-square-foot area.

What? No. That's not necessarily true.

Oh, seriously? The guy in the blue hoodie?

There was no clear shot of his face,

so facial recognition
software can't confirm...

Well, I can confirm,

using my brain's facial
recognition software,

that it wasn't Liden.

You'll be sure to let me
know who wins this argument.

In the meantime, would
you please get a warrant

and a SWAT team and go
and pick up Mr. Liden?

Yeah.

(insects trilling, dogs barking)

Milt (over radio): Suspect
identified; all units take position.

Monocular?

I don't need to see him in green.

Russ, you ever thought about

why you hate technology so much?

No, I haven't, because I don't.

I just think the human
brain is so much better.

Maybe you don't like technology

because I have it and you don't.

And maybe you like technology

for the same reason.

Maybe that's why you're here.

You weren't demoted;

you're in Battle Creek

because everywhere else you go,

you're just another guy with...

fingerprint X-rays

and thermal monoculars.

Hey, I took care of things.

You got the venue.

Thank God.

But, uh, you know, I was
doing something thinking.

Mayfield is so last year.

So I made a couple calls.

You know the Windsor Club?

You got to be a member there, don't you?

Yeah, I know a guy.

Indoor/outdoor dance
floor, chocolate fountain.

Whoa.

Man, you could surprise Shaylene

with the nicest venue
in Southern Michigan.

- It is beautiful.
- (chuckles)

I was a guest there for a
dinner a few months ago.

Shaylene wouldn't talk to me for a week.

What?

The place was restricted until 1994.

She's still pissed.

Units 12 and 13 in position.

All right, on my signal.

- (cell phone rings)
- Hold on a second.

It's Guz.

Yeah, what is it?

What?

Yeah. Okay.

Milt, we got to stand down.

- Right now.
- Why?

Sam McPherson, the TomCat mascot,

got discharged from the
hospital ten minutes ago.

And on his way down into the
parking lot, he got shot.

Mayor Hardy was never the target.

Man: Three, two...

Milt: Stand down, stand down.

We are outside Battle Creek Hospital,

where latest hero and
cool dude, Sam McPherson,

has just been released.

One small step for a TomCat...

(gun fires, woman screams)

- Woman: Oh, my God!
- Man: Get a doctor!

Woman: Oh, my God!

Sam is out of ICU, he's recovering nicely.

Uh, we have him under 24-hour protection.

Seems the shooter chose the breakfast

so that we would assume that
the mayor was the target.

The official schedule had Sam
standing right next the mayor,

pouring the milk.

Schedule was online,

so anyone who cared would know

exactly where the kid was
at the exact moment.

Funkhauser: And would know that
that would send our investigation

in the exact wrong direction.

Guziewicz: We all took the bait.

We all feel like crap.

Let's move on.

Two shell casings were found
in a bush 50 feet away.

There were no witnesses,
no surveillance footage,

nothing to go on.

We started going through Sam's life, uh...

his Facebook, social media, his texts,

all very friendly... seems like a nice kid.

No enemies to speak of.

He's hiding something.

Let's check out his friends, his
neighbors and his classmates.

No need... I had the FBI reconstruct

the deleted posts from
his Instagram account.

Someone does hate him...

"SadCat13."

Funkhauser: Threat of hell?

Sounds like someone thought he was gay.

That's because he is.

Look.

His Facebook status says,

"In a relationship," but
where's the girlfriend?

No girls in any of the photos,
but pictures all over place

of him and this guy Joey.

Could he be any cuter?

We traced the I.P. address of the posts...

to the high school robotics lab.

Let's go.

Come on.

I have no doubt you would have gotten

to the same place using
deductive reasoning.

Woman: And don't push it.

Just relax.

- Mm-hmm.
- (door opens)

(knocks on door)

Font: Excuse me, Kira Keneally?

Yes.

Jenn, can you take over
the class for a minute?

Thanks. Yes.

Uh, Detective Jones with the
county sheriff's office.

I wanted to ask you about Mayfield.

I understand you're getting married there.

Yes, is everything okay?

Well, no.

There was a crime at the venue.

We are assisting with the investigation

by warning people that we have
not apprehended the perpetrator.

Because we have reason to believe

he was targeting the
venue, not the people.

Thanks.

Hope you catch him.

Um, you may want to consider
moving your wedding.

For your own safety.

Oh, I think we'll be okay.

And that of your guests.

I'm not changing it
because I'm not worried.

Think of the guilt if something happened.

The blot on the memory of what
should have been a perfect day.

Mayfield is perfect...

The vibes, the aura, the feng shui.

It's where we're meant to
start our lives together.

Holly: Mayfield?

I love that place.

I got married there six years ago.

It was an absolutely beautiful day

followed by four years of happiness.

Oh, am I doing this pose right?

Wait, did you say you were
married six year ago?

Well, you know, two years
of legal fees and tears...

can't undo the four great
years we spent together.

Oh, I'm sure it wasn't the venue.

Not like bad vibes can
cause divorce, right?

Yeah, I'm sure you're right.

I am legally obligated

to tell you that Mayfield
is returning deposits

until the end of the day today,

but happily you don't need that.

I don't understand... I
thought they were trying

to kill Mayor Hardy; why
would anybody want me dead?

That's why we're here.

We have a theory.

A working theory about the crime.

Based upon a possible theory.

You're gay, we get it.

Well, it's...

it's not, like, a state secret.

I mean, my-my parents know,
my two best friends know.

Everyone's been super-cool about it.

Well, somebody wasn't
cool about something.

Uh, Sam, do you have any
idea who drew this?

Calls himself "SadCat13""

No, but he kept commenting
on my Instagram feed.

I thought I deleted them all.

We know he used the robotics lab
to post some of the messages.

So he's most likely a student.

These are real straight arrows.

I-I can't imagine any of them doing this.

Well, someone did this.

Someone no one could
imagine doing it did it.

No.

These kids all want to be

the next Elon Musk or Mark Zuckerberg.

They're obsessed with the Ivy League

and freak out if they get an A-minus.

They're ambitious workaholics
who are too busy

taking six classes and
packing their r?sum?s

to have time to register
a nanosecond of emotion,

good or evil, toward a fellow human being.

Have any of them gotten a "B" lately?

Girl: Mr. Pate is right.

I mean, who has time to
try to kill someone?

Especially someone as awesome as Sam.

You have any idea who drew this?

Calls himself "SadCat13."

No, but it's not like you need
a password to get in here.

Anyone could have come in and posted

that stuff at lunch or after school.

Tried to frame one of the robotics kids.

Can you take a look at these photos

and see if you recognize anyone?

Maybe they've hung out here.

No. No, none of them.

That's your "digital crime board"

from the 2,000-square-foot area?

Haven't we determined
this thing is a bust?

What makes you say that?

Logic... you've now
identified all 15 people,

and if any of them had
attended this high school,

then you would have told me about it

- one, two, ten times by now.
- (scoffs)

It's case closed, okay?

You know, this thing is pretty dope.

Oh, thanks.

Girl: I do know this kid.

It's JJ.

He comes in here after
school to use computers.

JJ, I found this in your locker.

We also accessed your online history.

You like first-person shooter games.

Some pretty violent stuff.

Anti-gay storylines...

Is that why you hated Sam?

I-I didn't hate him.

I don't even know him.

I know he got shot, but y-you
can't think that I would...

do that.

You were harassing him online.

I was jealous of him.

Of Sam?

He was the TomCat.

I've been doing cheerleading
since freshman year

so that, senior year, I
could be the mascot.

Sam tried out as a joke, and
he won because he's popular.

Uh, so why were you at the breakfast?

Two blocks from the mayor.

Outside the 2,000-square-foot area.

Ooh, close enough to be
within the margin of error.

Margin of error that you just made up.

No, it's...

Why were you at the breakfast?

It's my favorite day of the year.

But then I saw Sam in the TomCat costume,

acting like it was a big joke,

and he ruined it for me.

Who were you calling, JJ?

Uh, I called my mom to pick me up.

We pulled your phone records,

and you didn't make any
calls from your phone.

Russ: The only logical conclusion, JJ,

is that that phone isn't your phone.

You used a burn phone,

and dialed a remote control gun

that shot Sam,

the kid that you hated.

I was calling my mom.

I swear.

But the call wouldn't go through,

so I kept dialing and dialing,

and-and then I heard the shots,

and everyone ran, and...

I swear it wasn't me.

I know I shouldn't have posted that stuff.

My mom grounded me.

But I would never hurt anybody.

I believe him.

He's an oddball, he's obsessive,

he may be even a creep, but I
don't think he's our shooter.

His alibi was, "I made a phone call,

but I didn't make a phone call."

Yeah, well, someone who could
put together that contraption

could put together a better lie.

It is possible he's telling the truth.

Calls don't always go through right away.

You have to find a cell tower,

and then sometimes they
don't go through at all.

Damn it.

Hmm?

Milt...

might, um...

he might be right.

Sometimes calls don't always go through.

What if the shooter dialed, and
the call didn't go through?

I mean, he got the right
2,000 square feet.

He just got the wrong people in it.

You need to use my digital crime board?

Russ: If we go back 15 seconds...

Come on.

Russ: Right there. That
guy with the phone.

Focus in on him.

Yeah, yeah.

Turn your head. Come on.

Turn your head.

The mayor's brother.

Hey, hey! What did you guys do?

You heard?

I heard? It's all over the Internet.

You guys were supposed to protect me.

And because of that mess you
pulled at the poker game,

my whole life has gone viral.

Anchor: WWMT has obtained
exclusive footage

of Battle Creek Mayor Scooter
Hardy caught on tape

- intoxicated...
- Whoa, that's you, Russ.

and apparently admitting to drug use.

Yeah, of course it is.

But... as upsetting as this must be,

that is not why we're here.

We've identified the shooter

and it was your brother, Darrel.

But... but it was the kid

who was the target, not me.

We believe that Darrel shot Sam

outside the hospital,

not because he was trying to kill him,

but just to take us off of you.

So that he could try

to kill you again.

No, guys... no.

He wouldn't.

How could he? He...

Building that tripod thing...

It's... well, technically,
yes, he could build that.

He... the idiot's always building crap.

He's practically a damn hobbyist.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God!

But-but he hasn't tried to kill me.

Your office, upstairs
from a police department,

is an even stupider place
to try to kill you

than a hospital.

- Russ.
- What?

Hey, Darrel!

There's nowhere else to go, Darrel.

Milt: Don't do it, Darrel.

My gun is down.

It's just you and me, talking.

I know what you did.

But I also know why you did it.

You worked yourself to the bone

while your brother partied and misbehaved

and took all the credit,

the credit that you deserved.

I-I know what it's like

to try to save someone who
doesn't want to be saved.

How thankless that can be.

And despite everything that he did,

I know that you loved him.

Really?

I know you loved him

because you could have
killed him a thousand times.

But you couldn't pull the trigger.

The most you could do
was dial a cell phone.

If he died a hero,

at least the town that loved him

could hold on to that memory.

And maybe part of you did it for him...

to preserve his memory.

Russ: Or...

you hated him.

And I say that solely based on the fact

that you tried to kill him.

He was a crackhead

and he was going to take
the both of you down.

So you took him down first,

in a blaze of glory,

and you were gonna rise back up

through his ashes and
replace him as mayor.

Go ahead and jump.

You can make it.

Honest.

Milt: After everything that he did to you,

you shouldn't die for him, Darrel.

(phone ringing)

Yeah, we got him.

It's over.

No, it's not.

Medic: 41-year-old man,

diabetic,

has a history of chronic renal failure.

BP is 100/60;

heart rate's 90.

EMTs say it was a heart attack.

Russ: He had a heart attack

at the exact same time

that we know Darrel was
trying to kill him?

Nurse: EKG shows bursts of
wide complex tachycardia.

I need a finger stick.

Need you to get out of here.

Why shoot him, then give
him a heart attack?

He had his public event; he just wanted

to make sure that he got away with it.

You need to get out of here.

This patient has a
life-threatening arrhythmia.

Someone gave him that heart attack.

Someone smart enough to know
that he'd get treatment.

I'm not going to withhold treatment.

Glucose 340.

Give him ten units of insulin.

What could Darrel do to
give him a heart attack?

Poison, recreational pharmaceuticals,

- adverse reaction to medication.
- Where's that pill bottle?

The one with the Oxy and the Vicodin...

You know, the pharmacy.

I got it.

Russ: Darrel switched the pills.

(monitor beeping quickly)

He's Brady-ing down.

Stand back or I'm calling security.

Can you please tell me what this pill is?

Nurse: He's crashing. BP 60 over palp,

heart rate 30.

If you knew that this pill
caused his heart attack,

would you still give him that treatment?

Look it up.

Come on, let's go, let's
go, let's go, let's go.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

- (alarm beeping)
- He's in V-tach.

- We can't wait any longer.
- Dr. Mayner?

- Hmm?
- It's digitalis.

Uh! Don't!

That'll kill him.

Give him 20 vials of digoxin immune fab.

Thank you, Officers.

Can you please leave now?

Okay.

(singsongy): Thank you, Agent Milt.

And there's Detective Russ.

Thank you, boys,

thank both of you

for saving my life

and my career.

My Facebook page

has 3,000 "likes."

They're calling me "Mayor Party."

Saying it makes me look "more human."

(laughing)

I guess I'm your mayor for life.

You sure you want to do this?

Nope.

(phone chimes)

Hey, Mayfield's yours.

They found the check.

Oh, thanks, man.

But Shaylene decided she wants
to do the wedding at home now.

She can't.

Uh, well, her Pilates teacher

heard from some yoga teacher

that there was a badass murder up there.

I mean, the groom stabbed the bride

like 17 times with a cake knife.

That could just be a rumor.

A murder like that, you'd think
we would have heard about it.

Yeah. Absolutely.

Huh.

Either way, when Shaylene

makes her mind up, it stays made up.

All right? We're gonna
have it at the house.

The good news is, I save a few bucks.

Well, are you sure you can
get a refund on the deposit?

With a murder like that,
they gotta, right?

Since you know the guy, you
mind handling the refund?

Cashier's check is fine.

No problem.

Hey, I'm on it!

Wh-Why?

We... we were Jack and Bobby.

I made you.

I did everything for you.

You were happy to smoke it all away.

I loved you.

Oh, give me a break.

You used me.

You treated me like crap.

It's never been fair.

You always get what you want.

Then you act like it's normal.

Like reality doesn't count.

And it never does.

You never pay the price.

Like the laws of gravity
don't apply to you!

I hate you!

I hate being your brother!

(clears throat)

(clears throat)

No, you don't. No, you don't.

You got confused.

And...

I still love you. I still love you.

I love you.

I always will, bro.

Darrel: Oh, I'm sorry.

Wow.

All this because he couldn't get
over his brother's success.

Success he should have shared.

Is that what you think this is about?

That's not success.

The guy's a phony,

living a lie that almost
caught up with him.

Well, sometimes lies help.

Sometimes white lies

help us make a better reality.

What the hell does that even mean?

I mean, I guess you
construct your own reality

because the laws of gravity
don't apply to you, either.

Yeah. You sure?

I ended up in Battle Creek, didn't I?

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