Mr. Mercedes (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 1 - Missed You - full transcript
With Brady hospitalized, Hodges and Holly rebuild, opening the private investigative agency Finders Keepers; Brady's care falls to Dr. Babineau, an ambitious neurosurgeon, with input from his brilliant wife, Cora.
NARRATOR: Previously
on Mr. Mercedes:
[TIRES SCREECHING]
We got 16 dead, triple that in
injuries. Somebody lost control.
He didn't lose control.
[LAUGHING]
DISTORTED VOICE: Tell me.
Did you catch all the bad guys?
- Of all the cases for you to obsess...
- Sixteen people died!
I'm still on the
case. You're retired.
You need to find
some sort of purpose.
You any good at computers?
Whoever did this knows his shit.
Chaos.
MAN: "Greetings, detective. I
hope this letter finds you well.
Care to get in touch, try
Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella."
And here we go.
Give Mommy a little kiss first.
My honey boy.
- Here, I'll grab the car.
- That's okay. I'll do it.
Know where she would
have bought her computer?
Oh, her geek freak.
MAN: It's always Brady
Hartsfield. She requested him.
BRADY: I'm gonna make my dent,
a much bigger dent than the first one.
This will be my masterpiece.
- Everybody, down! CROWD: Aah!
Freeze!
[AMBULANCE SIRENS WAILING]
WOMAN: And his left
pupil, fixed and dilated.
GCS is about seven.
Cardiac arrhythmia,
monitor's showing an a-fib.
WOMAN: Yeah, pulse ox is 87.
[GASPS]
DOCTOR: Let's
move. We're losing him.
Hey, Jackie, what
do we have open?
JACKIE: Two and four.
WOMAN 1 [ON PA]: Cardio
trauma to E.R. three, please...
Let's set up the cardiac.
WOMAN 2: Prep the
EPI. MAN 1: On the way.
WOMAN 2: Three hundred M.E.R.
Let's get this started. You
have your assessment.
Done.
WOMAN: ICP is less
than 15 and holding.
BABINEAU: Suction.
Monitor that closely for us.
A little more light, please.
WOMAN: Yes, Dr. Babineau.
MAN: Will he
even last the night?
BABINEAU: Damn
right he'll last the night.
Might even last
longer than that.
MAN 1: We're gonna take care of
you. WOMAN 1: Get him hooked up.
WOMAN 2: Breathing shallow
and rapid. MAN 1: How we doing?
WOMAN 1: Call down to the cath
lab. Let's see what we're dealing with.
MAN 2: Will do, doc.
WOMAN 1: Take
a deep breath, sir.
BABINEAU: Let's cover the
brain, save this asshole's life.
You're one of Dunford's?
Tony Montez. I run
the D.A.'s homicide unit.
- I thought that was Wylie.
- He retired.
So am I gonna be able to
prosecute Brady Hartsfield?
Not at this juncture. He's a gork,
can't even breathe on his own.
So, what does that
mean? Never ever?
My ego's a bit too big for "never,"
especially with the work I've been doing.
Do tell.
[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
Yes.
- You're right about that.
- Yes.
[CHATTERING]
- Hi!
- Appetizers?
The brain is an
enigmatic country.
And what my team and I are doing
is mapping it like no one has before.
With increased funding, Mercy
General's neurosurgery unit...
Could change the world.
- Heh. Certainly Bridgton's reputation.
- Ha-ha-ha.
You knew the speech.
Sorry to interrupt. Can
I borrow him for a few?
- Sure.
- I'll bring him back.
- Excuse us.
- Yeah. No problem.
Know anything about
the Cerebellin trials
- they've been running in western China?
- I have heard rumors.
Positive results until
the swelling stage.
The resultant tumors
in just enough monkeys
to push human trials far
enough into our retirement.
Two martinis. Thanks.
My lovely employers at Vitalta
happen to have a drug on hand
that counteracts those tumors.
Oh, is this the Zetacortex,
the stroke drug?
You do listen after sex.
That's how you
know I love you, baby.
We've been running a few trials with
the Cerebellin-Zetacortex cocktails.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
On primates, off-book tests.
How off-book?
As in, never happened.
The results have been hopeful.
We need what they have in China.
They need what we have in Ohio,
which is why they've come here tonight.
Why you telling me this?
Because we need someone
as brilliant as you to test it.
On a primate?
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
Dr. Felix Babineau.
Doctor.
Doctor.
[♪♪♪]
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
♪ Never let it fade away ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
♪ For love may come And
tap you on the shoulder ♪
♪ Some starless night ♪
♪ Just in case you feel
You want to hold her ♪
♪ You'll have a
pocketful of starlight ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
- ♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
- ♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
♪ For love may come And
tap you on the shoulder ♪
♪ Some starless night ♪
♪ And just in case you
feel You want to hold her ♪
♪ You'll have a
pocketful of starlight ♪
- ♪ Pocketful of starlight ♪
- ♪ Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
- ♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
- ♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
♪ Save it for a rainy
Rainy, rainy day ♪
♪ For when your
troubles Start multiplyin' ♪
♪ And they just might ♪
♪ It's easy to forget
them Without tryin' ♪
♪ With just a
pocketful of starlight ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪♪
Fred?
Fred? Where are you, fucker?
There he goes.
[LAUGHING]
Here, I got it for you.
Ah.
[CRACKING]
The rains, you think?
Be my guess.
Weakened the roots.
They're pretty old, I'd say.
I built this.
With these two hands.
Larry and I.
The kids helped,
a little bit, anyway.
The hammer? The saw? The
nails? The whole shebang?
Long time ago.
That was quite a summer.
Maybe the best of them.
Build another one.
[LAUGHS]
Even if I had the time,
I don't have the joints.
I didn't mean you. I meant "we."
You can supervise.
You're good at that.
You got that right.
Where you off to?
Back teaching summer school.
That's what I did before I had kids.
I thought you run
the funeral home.
I inherited that. I did both.
Who does both?
Me.
Yeah, little ginger
dynamo strikes again.
Would you actually
rebuild it for me?
Where else would
you serve me tea?
WILMER: Sadie?
Honey, you okay?
Huh?
You okay? Take your
meds this morning?
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I, uh...
I just didn't get
enough sleep last night.
If that's the case, kick
loose the cobwebs, hon.
- You've got the movie star.
- Mm.
Lucky me.
Morning, Al.
Morning, Miss Sadie.
SADIE: Wakey wakey.
Yeah. There we go.
All right, let's listen to this
heart and these lungs of yours.
Sounds good.
All right, sounds good.
Let's take a look at this guy.
Oh, yay.
The rash is healing nicely.
Let's just...
How we doing? Huh, Brady?
See any good movies?
Read any novels? Did you
read a page-turner lately?
Lovely day out. Maybe
we should take a bike ride?
[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]
[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
It's here.
Yes, yes, yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
Ballpoint?
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
[PHONE RINGS]
Finders Keepers, would you
mind holding, please? Thank you.
One, two, three, four.
Thank you for holding.
How may I help you?
No, I'm not distressed, Mother.
And I don't go to group anymore.
How many times have I had to ask
you to not call me in my place of work?
Okay, I have set my boundaries
as Dr. Sanyal suggested,
and you repeatedly ignore them.
I'm gonna have to hang up now
so I can go help a nice man
find his stolen plane, okay?
Bye. Bye.
Nice plane. What kind
of mileage do you get?
Excuse me?
Or is it a hybrid, like? I don't really fly
that much, though. It's irrelevant to me.
I'm gonna need those keys.
What? Heh. Get the
hell out of the way.
Would that I could, sir, but I'm
here to repossess that aircraft
on behalf of Mr. Dwight Cramm.
I believe you met Mr. Cramm,
gave him a bank check for $2 million
while pretending to be a
man called James Mallon Ellis.
Of course the check bounced
and you have quite the history
of bilking people out of their
money. I wouldn't do that.
Give me that key that's on
the inside of your left pocket.
- Nice and easy.
- Put the fucking gun down.
- Put the fucking gun down.
- No! Listen. I'm a private investigator.
Do it!
I've got identification.
On your knees now.
I'm not getting on my fucking
knees. These are good pants.
[CAR STARTS]
- Don't let him get away.
- Don't do it.
Who was that?
Who was that?
Guessing you weren't
first in your class.
Which class?
Any of them.
MALE VOICE [ON PHONE]:
I'm a married woman.
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[PHONE CHIMES]
I'd love a glass of baijiu.
[CORA SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[PHONE CHIMES]
[IN ENGLISH] How
much time you got?
I got a few. Why?
May wanna ravage you.
Haven't decided yet.
You're trying to
change the subject.
What subject?
Come on. It's too risky.
Upping the dose a tad?
To levels that caused
runaway growth in tumors
and killed every primate test
subject. It's a bit more than "a tad."
That was before the
Chinese added our drug, Felix.
The Zetacortex completely stopped
the tumors. The cocktail's safe.
Well, there's a big difference
between primates and humans.
My husband is not home.
[CORA SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[PHONE CHIMES]
[IN ENGLISH] Alzheimer's,
Parkinson's, autism,
epilepsy, depression, stroke,
encephalopathy, Tourette's.
What if you cured them all?
You just like wrapping your
mouth around big words.
Hell, cured one of them? How many
lives would be altered for the good?
We couldn't even quantify it.
Come on, Cora. If.
If, if.
Yes, if, if.
World history changes on "if."
If you cured depression and
Alzheimer's, just those two,
you'd be mentioned in the
same company as Salk, Curie.
We've only been trying your cocktail
for a year. There have been results.
Yeah, itty-bitty, teeny-tiny
ones and no consciousness.
In terms of regenerating
brain tissue, nothing's itty-bitty.
And consciousness
is a slippery thing.
Brady Hartsfield is a gork, yes?
Yes.
So, what's to lose here?
He's a human being.
Felix, he's a monster
from a fairy tale
that you would only
tell children you hate.
I've already crossed too many
lines. I can't cross another one.
"Can't" or "won't"?
BILL: Yeah, well,
thank you very much.
Yeah, just make sure you do.
Yeah. Thanks.
Okay, you first.
Mr. Dwight Cramm arrived and
is flying his plane back to Texas.
- Ca-ching.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Um, Timothy Madden has four different
Facebook profiles that we know of.
One under "Madden," one under
"Ellis," one under "Rackowski,"
and one under the
name "Edgar Segura."
I can barely keep up.
The Segura page and Rackowski page
have comments from the same person.
Donald Madden of 12
Mayfield Street, East Bridgton.
Relation?
His brother.
They always go home.
They always go home.
BABINEAU: Hey, Jon.
Felix.
So we shuttered the
treatment center this morning.
Oh, I'm sorry. I know
what it meant to you.
Can't justify a private room and all
this equipment for a gork with his history.
He needs the room, Jon.
The expenditures on the vagus nerve
stimulation, the increased oxygenation...
My article in The Lancet...
Was eight months
ago. Nothing's changed.
Look at this.
Here. I'm telling you,
that growth is real.
You call that "growth"?
This looks like inert tissue.
No changes on the EEG,
no signs of mental activity.
So this is about your
treatment center, is it?
Jon, you know what
they say about junkies?
"Don't become a fucking junkie."
But if we're to find a way
to boost neuroplasticity?
We could bring the
brain-dead back from the dead.
Hartsfield is bad PR and
a budgetary hemorrhage.
He goes to Crestmore soon as a bed
becomes available. If, in the meantime,
he should die here,
I'm ordering an autopsy,
see what else you've
been doing to him.
My best to Cora.
Cheers.
Asshole.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
- Kermit.
- How's imminent retirement looking?
Oh, better every day.
Bullshit. You look
scared shitless.
Hey, Pete.
- So, what's to miss about this job, huh?
- Ha-ha.
- Hi, Pete.
- Hey, Hol.
So, what's up?
I have the location of a
fugitive from justice for you.
Last I checked, he had 14 warrants
out for him, one of them here in Bridgton.
Why don't you pick him up?
No money in it.
Be a nice feather
in your cap, though.
And you know
he's still in the area?
Holly does and
Holly's never wrong.
Well, let me find a pen.
What brings you by, stranger?
Hey. How are you doing? P.T.
It's been a year.
Ah. I fucked up a disc when I had
my heart attack. I keep tweaking it.
Fucking blast getting old.
Jesus, tell me about it.
You don't come
visit him anymore?
Another bad habit I don't need.
[LAUGHS]
- Have a good one.
- You too.
So Madden actually
put up a fight?
- You don't look any worse for wear.
- Heh.
I wouldn't go toe-to-toe
with some macho idiot.
That's a you move, not a me
move. I could've tweaked a knee.
[CHUCKLES]
I had a uniform take him down,
some rookie CrossFit junkie.
- Boy didn't even break a sweat.
- Definitely time for you to retire.
Oh, with a huge
fucking smile on my face.
Oh, oh, I almost forgot.
Here.
What?
- A receipt from a funeral home.
- Uh-huh.
Using a credit card from
a batch of stolen ones.
That one is in the name of
Christopher Scott Gleason.
But it was used by
a David De La Cruz.
Which affects me how?
David De La Cruz is a federal witness,
slipped into the wind two months ago,
but is scheduled to testify in
federal court here in four days.
Reward for his capture
is in the low six figures.
Thank you. Why
don't you want him?
He's federal,
nothing to do with me.
You did me a solid.
I'm doing you one.
You're helping
me with this shit.
Oh, I enjoy this shit.
Nice evening. It's
gonna be a nice sunset.
Plus beer.
Yeah.
You know, whoever built this
did some fine freaking work.
- Yeah.
- Jeez.
Ida did and her husband.
[LAUGHING]
Why am I not surprised?
Mm.
Woman like that
will live forever
because Death don't
wanna deal with her.
She'll have him vacuuming five
minutes after she's dead. Ha-ha.
Or making pottery.
Learning to speak Spanish.
Doesn't Death
already know Spanish?
Oh, yeah, yeah, but she would
have him perfecting his pronunciation.
Yeah.
- Rolling his "R's," eh?
- Uh-huh.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[BILL GROANS]
She's a good soul.
She certainly is.
What?
What?
I'm out. You got more?
In the fridge.
You want anything?
Ugh. Another one of these.
Will do.
- Hey.
- Hi.
You called, I came.
Sushi's a nice touch.
Mm.
You want a drink?
Yes, please.
So tell me. What happened?
Your ex-boyfriend out there.
Oh, please.
I went on one date with
him three years ago. One.
And then I met you and
all was right with the world.
Whatever the case, he told
me they're transferring Hartsfield.
Transferring him where?
Downstate. Crestmore.
Hmm.
Um...
Karmically or coincidentally, I
got a call from Liang this morning.
He's wondering if
there's been progress.
No, none that I can see.
Well, he insinuated that if
we can't show him something,
then, uh, we're out of this experiment
and some other doctor's in, so...
Baby, up the dose.
Can I have some ginger?
We can't.
A little ponzu too.
Look, if we stick with
the current dosage,
in time, it will
show further yield.
The last dramatic growth was six
months ago in the temporal lobe.
And since then zip.
Caution and time, they're
liabilities at this point.
You gotta dose that
motherfucker to the gills.
If he lives, we're geniuses.
And if he dies, he dies. I mean,
there's really nothing to lose here.
What about my
license, my reputation?
Look, I...
I respect you, you know that.
You just need to
respect me, okay?
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Shit.
[♪♪♪]
Shit.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on!
Pete, come on!
Come on!
Come on, Pete! Come on!
Thanks, Ash.
[♪♪♪]
Thanks.
To your friend Pete.
Pete.
He loved yoga.
Excuse me?
He hid it from everyone.
Like the way other cops would hide
addictions, or boyfriends or whatever.
Drank this green juice.
Equal parts kale, and
brussels sprouts and fuck all.
"Antioxidants," he'd tell me.
"Gotta get them in every day."
And yet he died anyway.
Leaves me running around in me
little fucking sneakers, speed-walking.
Healthy eating. What's
the point of all that shit?
[SCOFFS]
He told me he was gonna retire
with a big fucking smile on his face.
That was his retirement plan.
And you?
What?
What's your retirement plan?
I... What I'm doing.
Working with Holly.
Building gazebos for mad,
ginger dynamo people.
But isn't that more
reacting to life...
instead of...
living it?
No. That is living.
You have spent your entire life
cleaning up other people's messes.
What would you like?
What do you want in
the time that's left to you?
Fewer conversations like these.
[RATTLING]
Why is there a
goldfish in my house?
She's not a goldfish.
She's a Betta fish.
Her name is SoFisha Loren.
- Like Sophia Loren, but...
- Yeah, I get it, but why is she here?
Oh. I couldn't just
leave her behind.
Okay, well, why are you here?
Ida called me about Pete and
I felt you shouldn't be alone.
Grieving the loss of a
loved one in isolation
can lead to cardiomyopathy
and even suicide,
especially around
the holiday season.
I mean, even fruit flies
that are kept in isolation
die weeks sooner than fruit flies
that fly around with other fruit flies.
What "holiday
season"? It's summer.
Mm.
Memorial Day, Father's Day,
Fourth of July, and Labor Day.
Point sort of taken.
You know, the initial stage
of dealing with a sudden loss
lasts approximately 14 days,
according to my research.
So I plan to stay for two weeks.
[SIGHS]
I'm gonna make a little
dinner. Have you eaten?
I haven't, no.
Spaghetti okay?
Spaghetti sounds wonderful.
After my heart attack last year,
the first face I saw when
I woke in hospital was his.
Not a shock.
We'd been partners
for seven years.
Twelve years before that, I trained
him when he first joined the force.
He looked so...
let's just say it, uptight.
[CROWD CHUCKLES]
In the Bridgton PD, we have a
tradition for a rookie's first arrest.
It involves a mime.
We get one to be there when we
respond to a drunk-and-disorderly call.
The responding officers, you
see, must question the suspect.
So Pete's first job
as a police officer
was to ask a mime a
series of questions...
uh, which the man refused to answer,
well, because he was a mime, you see.
[CHUCKLING]
So I then instructed my new
rookie to Mirandize said suspect.
Now, I want you to
take a look at this face...
and imagine the look
on it when this man...
this man...
tells a mime:
"You have the right
to remain silent."
[CROWD LAUGHING]
"Anything you say..."
[CHUCKLES]
Well, he got me back 100
times for that over the years, Pete.
Whoopee cushions,
and rocks in me hubcaps
and those pull-stop
poppers in my front desk.
But he kept his secrets.
He never told me, for example,
that his father and two of his uncles
had died before the age of 45...
from the same heart
issues that would take him.
Not even after...
I had my own heart issues.
He was police.
We're trained never
to admit weakness.
Maybe that's
what really kills us.
In any serious relationship,
people put up with an awful lot
more than they would in a casual one.
And Pete put up
with a lot from me.
But I don't remember...
ever putting up with
anything from him.
I just...
admired him.
MAN: In closing today's celebration
of life, a passage from John 11:25.
"And he said unto her, 'I am
the resurrection and the life.
He who believeth in me, though
he were dead, yet shall he live.'"
[CHATTERING]
- Hi.
- Hi, Holly.
Listen, I'm sorry I wasn't
there. Just... I hate funerals.
I know. I get it. It's okay.
I'm sorry that you
lost another friend.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
Me too.
Thanks.
I'm gonna go get some melon.
I saw a plate with some melon.
- Okay?
- Yep, yep.
Hey.
Sorry.
- Thanks for coming.
- Yeah.
You two have gotten close.
Oh, yeah, she's like
a daughter, really.
Yeah, well, you already
kind of have a daughter, really.
[CHUCKLES]
- I talked to Allie last
night... DONNA: Mm-hm.
And drove her to the airport
when she moved to Seattle,
and chat with her on the phone on
her way to work at least twice a week.
We're grand.
Here.
- Thank you.
- Sorry. Old tape.
It's all right.
I haven't seen
Pete in six years.
And you conjured him right
up like he was sitting next to me.
What's it like to be that Irish?
- Complicated.
- Mm. Ha-ha.
Yeah.
MAN: Excuse me.
I wasn't there when you woke up.
But Pete was.
I did come see you.
- You did?
- Mm.
Before you woke up.
And never came back?
It's complicated.
- Okay. WOMAN:
Excuse us. Excuse us.
- Thanks for coming.
WOMAN: Of course.
MAN: Have a nice day.
I spent our entire marriage
trying to get used to the idea
that you could suddenly die.
I never succeeded.
That's not why you
didn't come back.
Then why?
- Doesn't matter.
- It does.
It does matter.
It's fine. Really.
[FOLK MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
♪ Broken windows ♪
♪ And empty hallways ♪
♪ A pale dead moon ♪
♪ In a sky streaked with grey ♪
♪ Human kindness ♪
♪ Is overflowing ♪
♪ And I think it's going ♪
♪ To rain today ♪
♪ Scarecrows dressed
In the latest styles ♪
♪ With frozen smiles ♪
♪ To chase love away ♪
♪ Human kindness
is overflowing ♪
♪ And I think it's going ♪
♪ To rain today ♪
♪ Lonely ♪
♪ Lonely ♪
♪ Tin can at my feet ♪
♪ Think I'll kick it
down the street ♪
♪ That's the way
to treat a friend ♪
♪ Bright before me ♪
♪ The signs implore me ♪
♪ To help the needy ♪
♪ And show them the way ♪
♪ Human kindness ♪
♪ Is overflowing ♪
♪ And I think it's going ♪
♪ To rain today ♪♪
[CORA MOANING]
Couldn't wait for me?
This is how I wait.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Honey, I have something to tell you.
- Go look on the dresser.
What?
Go.
Is...?
Are you pregnant?
You're pregnant?
[CORA CHUCKLES]
You're fucking pregnant?
Are you kidding me?
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Oh, my God. This is amazing.
We're gonna have a baby.
Yeah.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my legs just went weak.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Oh, fuck.
What were you gonna tell me?
[LAUGHING]
What?
You were gonna
tell me something.
Oh, it's nothing.
Don't worry about it.
What?
What?
They're gonna move Hartsfield.
Honey, I tried. There's
nothing else I can do.
Felix, yes, there is.
Yes, there is, and
it's now or never.
He... He's a mass murderer.
He's the most reviled man
in the history of this town.
You need to give
him the full dose.
All of it.
Fuck.
[BABINEAU GROANS]
I want you to fuck me while I'm
pregnant because I might not be tomorrow.
You know, your career's
not the only one at stake here.
And I need a
partner, not a pussy.
So you gonna be my partner?
Yeah?
Yeah? You'll be my partner?
[♪♪♪]
Yeah?
- You gonna be my fucking partner?
- Yeah.
Lights on or lights
out, mi amigo.
Blue skies or black hole.
Hi.
Hi.
Hiya.
I'm what keeps you alive.
Men need goals, man.
I put you down.
[LAUGHING]
You believe that?
I've built many a
bicycle whilst pedaling it.
Who's gonna remember Pete?
You.
But then you'll die
someday and then...
no one.
It'll be, uh...
It'll be like he never existed.
Don't do that.
You know,
they spend a shit ton of
money on me, I tell you.
You know, I got machines,
whose only job is to keep me alive,
cost more than your house.
I don't like this word...
but I'm kind of a celebrity.
Which is funny when you think
about it, you know, Pete being dead.
Me being famous.
Ah.
You know what they say:
"You paint your masterpiece...
you'll live forever."
He'll be all right down there.
Oh.
That's not his coffin.
BILL: No?
- No.
[♪♪♪]
Book, sir?
[EKG BEEPING]
[EKG BEEPING FASTER]
[EKG FLATLINING]
[PLAYING HARMONICA]
[SINGING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN [ON TV]: And I tell you what,
if he keeps hitting the ball like that,
you can go ahead and check
his ticket to the Windy City
on a permanent basis.
Frozen fucking yogurt.
[TV TURNS OFF]
I know it's been a while. I
just really need to see him.
- I can go straightaway.
- Excuse me.
Yeah, uh, turns out I need
that appointment after all.
Yeah, my neck is
starting to bug me.
Thank you, nurse. All right.
Are you okay?
Sure, yeah.
An ounce of prevention, yeah?
Oh, okay. That's good.
[♪♪♪]
You miss me?
Pete's dead.
Janey's dead.
All those people you ran
over standing in line for a job...
three years in the grave.
Seven hundred people, the
earthquake in India this morning, died.
And that's the low estimate.
But you...
you're still ticking.
Still drawing breath.
[EKG BEEPING FASTER]
[EKG SLOWS]
BRADY: History is a graveyard
for unsustainable frontiers.
The world was flat...
until it wasn't.
[GROANING]
Gods lived on Mount Olympus...
until they didn't.
Polio, mumps, measles,
malaria, all incurable...
until they weren't.
We sent a monkey into space...
and then a man.
And then space
stations and satellites.
[GROANING]
[♪♪♪]
We crossed oceans...
discovered new
worlds and stole them.
[GRUNTING]
We encroach. We infiltrate.
We slaughter. We
rape. We dominate.
Why?
Simple.
We refuse to accept death.
[LAUGHING]
So every act of conquest
is a step toward acquiring
fresher and fresher knowledge
of the ultimate frontier.
Chaos.
Chaos.
Because the
collective, atavistic,
evolutionary ambition of
humanity is and always has been
immortality.
Chaos.
Chaos.
Chaos!
[♪♪♪]
on Mr. Mercedes:
[TIRES SCREECHING]
We got 16 dead, triple that in
injuries. Somebody lost control.
He didn't lose control.
[LAUGHING]
DISTORTED VOICE: Tell me.
Did you catch all the bad guys?
- Of all the cases for you to obsess...
- Sixteen people died!
I'm still on the
case. You're retired.
You need to find
some sort of purpose.
You any good at computers?
Whoever did this knows his shit.
Chaos.
MAN: "Greetings, detective. I
hope this letter finds you well.
Care to get in touch, try
Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella."
And here we go.
Give Mommy a little kiss first.
My honey boy.
- Here, I'll grab the car.
- That's okay. I'll do it.
Know where she would
have bought her computer?
Oh, her geek freak.
MAN: It's always Brady
Hartsfield. She requested him.
BRADY: I'm gonna make my dent,
a much bigger dent than the first one.
This will be my masterpiece.
- Everybody, down! CROWD: Aah!
Freeze!
[AMBULANCE SIRENS WAILING]
WOMAN: And his left
pupil, fixed and dilated.
GCS is about seven.
Cardiac arrhythmia,
monitor's showing an a-fib.
WOMAN: Yeah, pulse ox is 87.
[GASPS]
DOCTOR: Let's
move. We're losing him.
Hey, Jackie, what
do we have open?
JACKIE: Two and four.
WOMAN 1 [ON PA]: Cardio
trauma to E.R. three, please...
Let's set up the cardiac.
WOMAN 2: Prep the
EPI. MAN 1: On the way.
WOMAN 2: Three hundred M.E.R.
Let's get this started. You
have your assessment.
Done.
WOMAN: ICP is less
than 15 and holding.
BABINEAU: Suction.
Monitor that closely for us.
A little more light, please.
WOMAN: Yes, Dr. Babineau.
MAN: Will he
even last the night?
BABINEAU: Damn
right he'll last the night.
Might even last
longer than that.
MAN 1: We're gonna take care of
you. WOMAN 1: Get him hooked up.
WOMAN 2: Breathing shallow
and rapid. MAN 1: How we doing?
WOMAN 1: Call down to the cath
lab. Let's see what we're dealing with.
MAN 2: Will do, doc.
WOMAN 1: Take
a deep breath, sir.
BABINEAU: Let's cover the
brain, save this asshole's life.
You're one of Dunford's?
Tony Montez. I run
the D.A.'s homicide unit.
- I thought that was Wylie.
- He retired.
So am I gonna be able to
prosecute Brady Hartsfield?
Not at this juncture. He's a gork,
can't even breathe on his own.
So, what does that
mean? Never ever?
My ego's a bit too big for "never,"
especially with the work I've been doing.
Do tell.
[JAZZ MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
Yes.
- You're right about that.
- Yes.
[CHATTERING]
- Hi!
- Appetizers?
The brain is an
enigmatic country.
And what my team and I are doing
is mapping it like no one has before.
With increased funding, Mercy
General's neurosurgery unit...
Could change the world.
- Heh. Certainly Bridgton's reputation.
- Ha-ha-ha.
You knew the speech.
Sorry to interrupt. Can
I borrow him for a few?
- Sure.
- I'll bring him back.
- Excuse us.
- Yeah. No problem.
Know anything about
the Cerebellin trials
- they've been running in western China?
- I have heard rumors.
Positive results until
the swelling stage.
The resultant tumors
in just enough monkeys
to push human trials far
enough into our retirement.
Two martinis. Thanks.
My lovely employers at Vitalta
happen to have a drug on hand
that counteracts those tumors.
Oh, is this the Zetacortex,
the stroke drug?
You do listen after sex.
That's how you
know I love you, baby.
We've been running a few trials with
the Cerebellin-Zetacortex cocktails.
- Thank you.
- Thanks.
On primates, off-book tests.
How off-book?
As in, never happened.
The results have been hopeful.
We need what they have in China.
They need what we have in Ohio,
which is why they've come here tonight.
Why you telling me this?
Because we need someone
as brilliant as you to test it.
On a primate?
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
Dr. Felix Babineau.
Doctor.
Doctor.
[♪♪♪]
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
♪ Never let it fade away ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
♪ For love may come And
tap you on the shoulder ♪
♪ Some starless night ♪
♪ Just in case you feel
You want to hold her ♪
♪ You'll have a
pocketful of starlight ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
- ♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
- ♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
♪ For love may come And
tap you on the shoulder ♪
♪ Some starless night ♪
♪ And just in case you
feel You want to hold her ♪
♪ You'll have a
pocketful of starlight ♪
- ♪ Pocketful of starlight ♪
- ♪ Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
- ♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
- ♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
♪ Save it for a rainy
Rainy, rainy day ♪
♪ For when your
troubles Start multiplyin' ♪
♪ And they just might ♪
♪ It's easy to forget
them Without tryin' ♪
♪ With just a
pocketful of starlight ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
- ♪ Never let it fade away ♪
♪ Catch a falling star
And put it in your pocket ♪
♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪
♪ Save it for a rainy day ♪♪
Fred?
Fred? Where are you, fucker?
There he goes.
[LAUGHING]
Here, I got it for you.
Ah.
[CRACKING]
The rains, you think?
Be my guess.
Weakened the roots.
They're pretty old, I'd say.
I built this.
With these two hands.
Larry and I.
The kids helped,
a little bit, anyway.
The hammer? The saw? The
nails? The whole shebang?
Long time ago.
That was quite a summer.
Maybe the best of them.
Build another one.
[LAUGHS]
Even if I had the time,
I don't have the joints.
I didn't mean you. I meant "we."
You can supervise.
You're good at that.
You got that right.
Where you off to?
Back teaching summer school.
That's what I did before I had kids.
I thought you run
the funeral home.
I inherited that. I did both.
Who does both?
Me.
Yeah, little ginger
dynamo strikes again.
Would you actually
rebuild it for me?
Where else would
you serve me tea?
WILMER: Sadie?
Honey, you okay?
Huh?
You okay? Take your
meds this morning?
Yeah, yeah. I'm fine. I, uh...
I just didn't get
enough sleep last night.
If that's the case, kick
loose the cobwebs, hon.
- You've got the movie star.
- Mm.
Lucky me.
Morning, Al.
Morning, Miss Sadie.
SADIE: Wakey wakey.
Yeah. There we go.
All right, let's listen to this
heart and these lungs of yours.
Sounds good.
All right, sounds good.
Let's take a look at this guy.
Oh, yay.
The rash is healing nicely.
Let's just...
How we doing? Huh, Brady?
See any good movies?
Read any novels? Did you
read a page-turner lately?
Lovely day out. Maybe
we should take a bike ride?
[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]
[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]
Oh, yes, yes, yes.
It's here.
Yes, yes, yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
Ballpoint?
Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.
[PHONE RINGS]
Finders Keepers, would you
mind holding, please? Thank you.
One, two, three, four.
Thank you for holding.
How may I help you?
No, I'm not distressed, Mother.
And I don't go to group anymore.
How many times have I had to ask
you to not call me in my place of work?
Okay, I have set my boundaries
as Dr. Sanyal suggested,
and you repeatedly ignore them.
I'm gonna have to hang up now
so I can go help a nice man
find his stolen plane, okay?
Bye. Bye.
Nice plane. What kind
of mileage do you get?
Excuse me?
Or is it a hybrid, like? I don't really fly
that much, though. It's irrelevant to me.
I'm gonna need those keys.
What? Heh. Get the
hell out of the way.
Would that I could, sir, but I'm
here to repossess that aircraft
on behalf of Mr. Dwight Cramm.
I believe you met Mr. Cramm,
gave him a bank check for $2 million
while pretending to be a
man called James Mallon Ellis.
Of course the check bounced
and you have quite the history
of bilking people out of their
money. I wouldn't do that.
Give me that key that's on
the inside of your left pocket.
- Nice and easy.
- Put the fucking gun down.
- Put the fucking gun down.
- No! Listen. I'm a private investigator.
Do it!
I've got identification.
On your knees now.
I'm not getting on my fucking
knees. These are good pants.
[CAR STARTS]
- Don't let him get away.
- Don't do it.
Who was that?
Who was that?
Guessing you weren't
first in your class.
Which class?
Any of them.
MALE VOICE [ON PHONE]:
I'm a married woman.
[SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[PHONE CHIMES]
I'd love a glass of baijiu.
[CORA SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[PHONE CHIMES]
[IN ENGLISH] How
much time you got?
I got a few. Why?
May wanna ravage you.
Haven't decided yet.
You're trying to
change the subject.
What subject?
Come on. It's too risky.
Upping the dose a tad?
To levels that caused
runaway growth in tumors
and killed every primate test
subject. It's a bit more than "a tad."
That was before the
Chinese added our drug, Felix.
The Zetacortex completely stopped
the tumors. The cocktail's safe.
Well, there's a big difference
between primates and humans.
My husband is not home.
[CORA SPEAKING IN CHINESE]
[PHONE CHIMES]
[IN ENGLISH] Alzheimer's,
Parkinson's, autism,
epilepsy, depression, stroke,
encephalopathy, Tourette's.
What if you cured them all?
You just like wrapping your
mouth around big words.
Hell, cured one of them? How many
lives would be altered for the good?
We couldn't even quantify it.
Come on, Cora. If.
If, if.
Yes, if, if.
World history changes on "if."
If you cured depression and
Alzheimer's, just those two,
you'd be mentioned in the
same company as Salk, Curie.
We've only been trying your cocktail
for a year. There have been results.
Yeah, itty-bitty, teeny-tiny
ones and no consciousness.
In terms of regenerating
brain tissue, nothing's itty-bitty.
And consciousness
is a slippery thing.
Brady Hartsfield is a gork, yes?
Yes.
So, what's to lose here?
He's a human being.
Felix, he's a monster
from a fairy tale
that you would only
tell children you hate.
I've already crossed too many
lines. I can't cross another one.
"Can't" or "won't"?
BILL: Yeah, well,
thank you very much.
Yeah, just make sure you do.
Yeah. Thanks.
Okay, you first.
Mr. Dwight Cramm arrived and
is flying his plane back to Texas.
- Ca-ching.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Um, Timothy Madden has four different
Facebook profiles that we know of.
One under "Madden," one under
"Ellis," one under "Rackowski,"
and one under the
name "Edgar Segura."
I can barely keep up.
The Segura page and Rackowski page
have comments from the same person.
Donald Madden of 12
Mayfield Street, East Bridgton.
Relation?
His brother.
They always go home.
They always go home.
BABINEAU: Hey, Jon.
Felix.
So we shuttered the
treatment center this morning.
Oh, I'm sorry. I know
what it meant to you.
Can't justify a private room and all
this equipment for a gork with his history.
He needs the room, Jon.
The expenditures on the vagus nerve
stimulation, the increased oxygenation...
My article in The Lancet...
Was eight months
ago. Nothing's changed.
Look at this.
Here. I'm telling you,
that growth is real.
You call that "growth"?
This looks like inert tissue.
No changes on the EEG,
no signs of mental activity.
So this is about your
treatment center, is it?
Jon, you know what
they say about junkies?
"Don't become a fucking junkie."
But if we're to find a way
to boost neuroplasticity?
We could bring the
brain-dead back from the dead.
Hartsfield is bad PR and
a budgetary hemorrhage.
He goes to Crestmore soon as a bed
becomes available. If, in the meantime,
he should die here,
I'm ordering an autopsy,
see what else you've
been doing to him.
My best to Cora.
Cheers.
Asshole.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
- Kermit.
- How's imminent retirement looking?
Oh, better every day.
Bullshit. You look
scared shitless.
Hey, Pete.
- So, what's to miss about this job, huh?
- Ha-ha.
- Hi, Pete.
- Hey, Hol.
So, what's up?
I have the location of a
fugitive from justice for you.
Last I checked, he had 14 warrants
out for him, one of them here in Bridgton.
Why don't you pick him up?
No money in it.
Be a nice feather
in your cap, though.
And you know
he's still in the area?
Holly does and
Holly's never wrong.
Well, let me find a pen.
What brings you by, stranger?
Hey. How are you doing? P.T.
It's been a year.
Ah. I fucked up a disc when I had
my heart attack. I keep tweaking it.
Fucking blast getting old.
Jesus, tell me about it.
You don't come
visit him anymore?
Another bad habit I don't need.
[LAUGHS]
- Have a good one.
- You too.
So Madden actually
put up a fight?
- You don't look any worse for wear.
- Heh.
I wouldn't go toe-to-toe
with some macho idiot.
That's a you move, not a me
move. I could've tweaked a knee.
[CHUCKLES]
I had a uniform take him down,
some rookie CrossFit junkie.
- Boy didn't even break a sweat.
- Definitely time for you to retire.
Oh, with a huge
fucking smile on my face.
Oh, oh, I almost forgot.
Here.
What?
- A receipt from a funeral home.
- Uh-huh.
Using a credit card from
a batch of stolen ones.
That one is in the name of
Christopher Scott Gleason.
But it was used by
a David De La Cruz.
Which affects me how?
David De La Cruz is a federal witness,
slipped into the wind two months ago,
but is scheduled to testify in
federal court here in four days.
Reward for his capture
is in the low six figures.
Thank you. Why
don't you want him?
He's federal,
nothing to do with me.
You did me a solid.
I'm doing you one.
You're helping
me with this shit.
Oh, I enjoy this shit.
Nice evening. It's
gonna be a nice sunset.
Plus beer.
Yeah.
You know, whoever built this
did some fine freaking work.
- Yeah.
- Jeez.
Ida did and her husband.
[LAUGHING]
Why am I not surprised?
Mm.
Woman like that
will live forever
because Death don't
wanna deal with her.
She'll have him vacuuming five
minutes after she's dead. Ha-ha.
Or making pottery.
Learning to speak Spanish.
Doesn't Death
already know Spanish?
Oh, yeah, yeah, but she would
have him perfecting his pronunciation.
Yeah.
- Rolling his "R's," eh?
- Uh-huh.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
[BILL GROANS]
She's a good soul.
She certainly is.
What?
What?
I'm out. You got more?
In the fridge.
You want anything?
Ugh. Another one of these.
Will do.
- Hey.
- Hi.
You called, I came.
Sushi's a nice touch.
Mm.
You want a drink?
Yes, please.
So tell me. What happened?
Your ex-boyfriend out there.
Oh, please.
I went on one date with
him three years ago. One.
And then I met you and
all was right with the world.
Whatever the case, he told
me they're transferring Hartsfield.
Transferring him where?
Downstate. Crestmore.
Hmm.
Um...
Karmically or coincidentally, I
got a call from Liang this morning.
He's wondering if
there's been progress.
No, none that I can see.
Well, he insinuated that if
we can't show him something,
then, uh, we're out of this experiment
and some other doctor's in, so...
Baby, up the dose.
Can I have some ginger?
We can't.
A little ponzu too.
Look, if we stick with
the current dosage,
in time, it will
show further yield.
The last dramatic growth was six
months ago in the temporal lobe.
And since then zip.
Caution and time, they're
liabilities at this point.
You gotta dose that
motherfucker to the gills.
If he lives, we're geniuses.
And if he dies, he dies. I mean,
there's really nothing to lose here.
What about my
license, my reputation?
Look, I...
I respect you, you know that.
You just need to
respect me, okay?
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Shit.
[♪♪♪]
Shit.
Come on.
Come on, come on, come on!
Pete, come on!
Come on!
Come on, Pete! Come on!
Thanks, Ash.
[♪♪♪]
Thanks.
To your friend Pete.
Pete.
He loved yoga.
Excuse me?
He hid it from everyone.
Like the way other cops would hide
addictions, or boyfriends or whatever.
Drank this green juice.
Equal parts kale, and
brussels sprouts and fuck all.
"Antioxidants," he'd tell me.
"Gotta get them in every day."
And yet he died anyway.
Leaves me running around in me
little fucking sneakers, speed-walking.
Healthy eating. What's
the point of all that shit?
[SCOFFS]
He told me he was gonna retire
with a big fucking smile on his face.
That was his retirement plan.
And you?
What?
What's your retirement plan?
I... What I'm doing.
Working with Holly.
Building gazebos for mad,
ginger dynamo people.
But isn't that more
reacting to life...
instead of...
living it?
No. That is living.
You have spent your entire life
cleaning up other people's messes.
What would you like?
What do you want in
the time that's left to you?
Fewer conversations like these.
[RATTLING]
Why is there a
goldfish in my house?
She's not a goldfish.
She's a Betta fish.
Her name is SoFisha Loren.
- Like Sophia Loren, but...
- Yeah, I get it, but why is she here?
Oh. I couldn't just
leave her behind.
Okay, well, why are you here?
Ida called me about Pete and
I felt you shouldn't be alone.
Grieving the loss of a
loved one in isolation
can lead to cardiomyopathy
and even suicide,
especially around
the holiday season.
I mean, even fruit flies
that are kept in isolation
die weeks sooner than fruit flies
that fly around with other fruit flies.
What "holiday
season"? It's summer.
Mm.
Memorial Day, Father's Day,
Fourth of July, and Labor Day.
Point sort of taken.
You know, the initial stage
of dealing with a sudden loss
lasts approximately 14 days,
according to my research.
So I plan to stay for two weeks.
[SIGHS]
I'm gonna make a little
dinner. Have you eaten?
I haven't, no.
Spaghetti okay?
Spaghetti sounds wonderful.
After my heart attack last year,
the first face I saw when
I woke in hospital was his.
Not a shock.
We'd been partners
for seven years.
Twelve years before that, I trained
him when he first joined the force.
He looked so...
let's just say it, uptight.
[CROWD CHUCKLES]
In the Bridgton PD, we have a
tradition for a rookie's first arrest.
It involves a mime.
We get one to be there when we
respond to a drunk-and-disorderly call.
The responding officers, you
see, must question the suspect.
So Pete's first job
as a police officer
was to ask a mime a
series of questions...
uh, which the man refused to answer,
well, because he was a mime, you see.
[CHUCKLING]
So I then instructed my new
rookie to Mirandize said suspect.
Now, I want you to
take a look at this face...
and imagine the look
on it when this man...
this man...
tells a mime:
"You have the right
to remain silent."
[CROWD LAUGHING]
"Anything you say..."
[CHUCKLES]
Well, he got me back 100
times for that over the years, Pete.
Whoopee cushions,
and rocks in me hubcaps
and those pull-stop
poppers in my front desk.
But he kept his secrets.
He never told me, for example,
that his father and two of his uncles
had died before the age of 45...
from the same heart
issues that would take him.
Not even after...
I had my own heart issues.
He was police.
We're trained never
to admit weakness.
Maybe that's
what really kills us.
In any serious relationship,
people put up with an awful lot
more than they would in a casual one.
And Pete put up
with a lot from me.
But I don't remember...
ever putting up with
anything from him.
I just...
admired him.
MAN: In closing today's celebration
of life, a passage from John 11:25.
"And he said unto her, 'I am
the resurrection and the life.
He who believeth in me, though
he were dead, yet shall he live.'"
[CHATTERING]
- Hi.
- Hi, Holly.
Listen, I'm sorry I wasn't
there. Just... I hate funerals.
I know. I get it. It's okay.
I'm sorry that you
lost another friend.
- Okay?
- Yeah.
Me too.
Thanks.
I'm gonna go get some melon.
I saw a plate with some melon.
- Okay?
- Yep, yep.
Hey.
Sorry.
- Thanks for coming.
- Yeah.
You two have gotten close.
Oh, yeah, she's like
a daughter, really.
Yeah, well, you already
kind of have a daughter, really.
[CHUCKLES]
- I talked to Allie last
night... DONNA: Mm-hm.
And drove her to the airport
when she moved to Seattle,
and chat with her on the phone on
her way to work at least twice a week.
We're grand.
Here.
- Thank you.
- Sorry. Old tape.
It's all right.
I haven't seen
Pete in six years.
And you conjured him right
up like he was sitting next to me.
What's it like to be that Irish?
- Complicated.
- Mm. Ha-ha.
Yeah.
MAN: Excuse me.
I wasn't there when you woke up.
But Pete was.
I did come see you.
- You did?
- Mm.
Before you woke up.
And never came back?
It's complicated.
- Okay. WOMAN:
Excuse us. Excuse us.
- Thanks for coming.
WOMAN: Of course.
MAN: Have a nice day.
I spent our entire marriage
trying to get used to the idea
that you could suddenly die.
I never succeeded.
That's not why you
didn't come back.
Then why?
- Doesn't matter.
- It does.
It does matter.
It's fine. Really.
[FOLK MUSIC PLAYING ON SPEAKERS]
♪ Broken windows ♪
♪ And empty hallways ♪
♪ A pale dead moon ♪
♪ In a sky streaked with grey ♪
♪ Human kindness ♪
♪ Is overflowing ♪
♪ And I think it's going ♪
♪ To rain today ♪
♪ Scarecrows dressed
In the latest styles ♪
♪ With frozen smiles ♪
♪ To chase love away ♪
♪ Human kindness
is overflowing ♪
♪ And I think it's going ♪
♪ To rain today ♪
♪ Lonely ♪
♪ Lonely ♪
♪ Tin can at my feet ♪
♪ Think I'll kick it
down the street ♪
♪ That's the way
to treat a friend ♪
♪ Bright before me ♪
♪ The signs implore me ♪
♪ To help the needy ♪
♪ And show them the way ♪
♪ Human kindness ♪
♪ Is overflowing ♪
♪ And I think it's going ♪
♪ To rain today ♪♪
[CORA MOANING]
Couldn't wait for me?
This is how I wait.
- Hi.
- Hi.
- Honey, I have something to tell you.
- Go look on the dresser.
What?
Go.
Is...?
Are you pregnant?
You're pregnant?
[CORA CHUCKLES]
You're fucking pregnant?
Are you kidding me?
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Oh, my God. This is amazing.
We're gonna have a baby.
Yeah.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my legs just went weak.
[BOTH LAUGHING]
Oh, fuck.
What were you gonna tell me?
[LAUGHING]
What?
You were gonna
tell me something.
Oh, it's nothing.
Don't worry about it.
What?
What?
They're gonna move Hartsfield.
Honey, I tried. There's
nothing else I can do.
Felix, yes, there is.
Yes, there is, and
it's now or never.
He... He's a mass murderer.
He's the most reviled man
in the history of this town.
You need to give
him the full dose.
All of it.
Fuck.
[BABINEAU GROANS]
I want you to fuck me while I'm
pregnant because I might not be tomorrow.
You know, your career's
not the only one at stake here.
And I need a
partner, not a pussy.
So you gonna be my partner?
Yeah?
Yeah? You'll be my partner?
[♪♪♪]
Yeah?
- You gonna be my fucking partner?
- Yeah.
Lights on or lights
out, mi amigo.
Blue skies or black hole.
Hi.
Hi.
Hiya.
I'm what keeps you alive.
Men need goals, man.
I put you down.
[LAUGHING]
You believe that?
I've built many a
bicycle whilst pedaling it.
Who's gonna remember Pete?
You.
But then you'll die
someday and then...
no one.
It'll be, uh...
It'll be like he never existed.
Don't do that.
You know,
they spend a shit ton of
money on me, I tell you.
You know, I got machines,
whose only job is to keep me alive,
cost more than your house.
I don't like this word...
but I'm kind of a celebrity.
Which is funny when you think
about it, you know, Pete being dead.
Me being famous.
Ah.
You know what they say:
"You paint your masterpiece...
you'll live forever."
He'll be all right down there.
Oh.
That's not his coffin.
BILL: No?
- No.
[♪♪♪]
Book, sir?
[EKG BEEPING]
[EKG BEEPING FASTER]
[EKG FLATLINING]
[PLAYING HARMONICA]
[SINGING INDISTINCTLY]
MAN [ON TV]: And I tell you what,
if he keeps hitting the ball like that,
you can go ahead and check
his ticket to the Windy City
on a permanent basis.
Frozen fucking yogurt.
[TV TURNS OFF]
I know it's been a while. I
just really need to see him.
- I can go straightaway.
- Excuse me.
Yeah, uh, turns out I need
that appointment after all.
Yeah, my neck is
starting to bug me.
Thank you, nurse. All right.
Are you okay?
Sure, yeah.
An ounce of prevention, yeah?
Oh, okay. That's good.
[♪♪♪]
You miss me?
Pete's dead.
Janey's dead.
All those people you ran
over standing in line for a job...
three years in the grave.
Seven hundred people, the
earthquake in India this morning, died.
And that's the low estimate.
But you...
you're still ticking.
Still drawing breath.
[EKG BEEPING FASTER]
[EKG SLOWS]
BRADY: History is a graveyard
for unsustainable frontiers.
The world was flat...
until it wasn't.
[GROANING]
Gods lived on Mount Olympus...
until they didn't.
Polio, mumps, measles,
malaria, all incurable...
until they weren't.
We sent a monkey into space...
and then a man.
And then space
stations and satellites.
[GROANING]
[♪♪♪]
We crossed oceans...
discovered new
worlds and stole them.
[GRUNTING]
We encroach. We infiltrate.
We slaughter. We
rape. We dominate.
Why?
Simple.
We refuse to accept death.
[LAUGHING]
So every act of conquest
is a step toward acquiring
fresher and fresher knowledge
of the ultimate frontier.
Chaos.
Chaos.
Because the
collective, atavistic,
evolutionary ambition of
humanity is and always has been
immortality.
Chaos.
Chaos.
Chaos!
[♪♪♪]