Mr. Mercedes (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Let's Go Roaming - full transcript

NARRATOR: Previously
on Mr. Mercedes:

MAYOR: I'm here to
introduce a special man.

First in a generation
to get into Harvard.

Brady?

Wait, wait, wait...

MONTEZ: Tony Montez. I
run the DA's homicide unit.

Will I be able to
prosecute Brady Hartsfield?

BABINEAU: Not at this juncture.

You okay? Did you take
your meds this morning?

Yeah, yeah. I'm fine.

No changes on the EEG,
no signs of mental activity.



Hartsfield is bad PR.
He goes to Crestmore

as soon as a bed
becomes available.

They're gonna move
Hartsfield. Nothing else I can do.

Yes, there is, and
it's now or never.

He's the most reviled man
in the history of this town.

You need to give
him the full dose.

Shit.

BILL: After my heart attack
last year, the first face I saw

when I woke in hospital was his.

- I did come see you.
- And never came back?

It's complicated.

Those people you ran over
standing in line for a job,

three years in the grave.

But you, you're still ticking.



[♪♪♪]

[CLASSIC ROCK SONG PLAYING]

[SIGHS]

[BED WHIRRING]

♪ I'm gonna give you
Till the morning comes ♪

♪ Till the morning comes ♪

♪ Till the morning comes ♪

♪ I'm only waiting Till
the morning comes ♪

♪ Till the morning comes ♪

♪ Till the morning comes ♪

♪ I'm gonna give you
Till the morning comes ♪

♪ Till the morning comes ♪

♪ Till the morning comes ♪

♪ I'm only waiting Till
the morning comes ♪

♪ Till the morning comes ♪

♪ Till the morning comes ♪♪

[CLICKS]

Hey. Hey!

Fuck.

Hey!

Yeah. I know this
probably looks bad...

- I'm calling the fucking police.
- Well, you go right ahead.

I hate to be the
bearer of bad tidings,

but as an ex-member
of the force myself,

I can assure you that police
have more pressing engagements

than motor-vehicle
repossessions.

What? That's what you're
doing here, repossessing my car?

Yeah. It seems we live in a
consumer-driven economy.

If the consumer don't
pay, she don't drive.

Okay, look, all right,
I am begging you.

I have a job interview
today. Of all the days.

I do sympathize, but
when you signed that lease,

you vowed to pay it.

When I took this job, I vowed to do
it, so you're out of luck on this one.

I have a kid. I'm a single mom.

You're making this hard now.

You ugly fat fuck.

Okay. Less hard.

[WOMAN GROANS]

[ENGINE STARTS]

Okay, wait. Wait,
wait, wait. No!

Listen, I'm sorry
I yelled! I'm sorry.

Sorry that I yelled!

Please! Wait!

Real quick... Can you
just...? I can't... Please!

Can you at least give me a
ride? I'm sorry that I yelled.

Wait! No, wait, wait! Wait!

Fuck me up the ass.

[♪♪♪]

♪ Oh, I shall not I
shall not be moved ♪

♪ I shall not I shall
not be moved ♪

♪ Just like a tree ♪

♪ Planted by the water ♪

♪ I shall not be moved ♪

♪ I'm on my way to heaven ♪

♪ I shall not be moved ♪

♪ On my way to heaven ♪

♪ I shall not be moved ♪

♪ Just like a tree ♪

♪ Planted by the water ♪

♪ I shall not be moved ♪

♪ Oh, I shall not I
shall not be moved ♪

♪ I shall not I shall
not be moved ♪

♪ Just like a tree ♪

♪ Planted by the water ♪

♪ I shall not be moved ♪♪

[CHATTERING]

GIRL 1: Yeah. GIRL
2: I'll show it to you later.

GIRL 3: So budget, guys.

Heh. I mean, what?

My girl, Tonya T, at St.
Joe's, she got an iPad.

We get this
down-market bullshit?

First, watch the language.

And second, if these devices
help you two with your math proofs,

I will personally write a letter of thanks
to the company that donated them.

But you're right,
they are pretty crappy.

[STUDENTS CHUCKLE]

- Hi.
- Hi, Al.

[♪♪♪]

Where are we, Sadie?

It's Sadie, Sadie, married lady.

Bow when I go by.

Uh... Fanny Brice, Funny Girl.

[LAUGHS]

You are getting good.

I haven't stumped you in a week.

HOLLY: Hi.

I have truly wonderful news.

Okay.

What's this?

It was in the car I just repo'd.

It'll have to be brought
back to the owner

unless she's failed
to make payments.

Well, I don't think anyone

can actually take out a
loan to buy a car seat. Heh.

It's okay.

Holly, I did not get into this
business to repossess the possessions

of poor people.

I know, but sometimes
that is the job.

Well, then you can do it
next time because I ain't.

Okay. I'll be happy to.

Right, well, start by returning
that to Karen Williams, okay?

I will. I will.

Well, of course you can
sue, but you won't win.

No. No, no. There's such a
thing as a Statute of Frauds

which, loosely translated, means
oral promises from the landlord

won't carry the day.

Yeah. Okay. Bye.

[SIGHS]

Babies...

Can I now share
my wonderful news?

I'm all ears.

Marian Natches is about to die.

That's not the wonderful part.

It is, in fact, extremely tragic,
as is the loss of any human life,

but what's wonderful
is that Marian Natches

is David De La Cruz's mother.

- Bill?
- And why do I care?

You care because
David De La Cruz

is the man that we have
to deliver to federal court.

Without his testimony,
some terrifying men go free.

Yeah? How terrifying?

Look.

[EXHALES]

Murder, extortion,
drug trafficking.

Okay, pretty terrifying.

Yeah, and De La Cruz got
caught driving their drugs.

Okay, so he used that stolen credit
card to buy a casket in Lewiston,

and as long as his
mother's hanging on,

I figure he's likely to
remain within the jurisdiction.

Sons who buy their mothers'
caskets would, I imagine, stick around

to go to the funeral.

Speaking of sons,
he has two of them.

Victor and Miguel, ages 6 and 8.

Mother is deceased,

and he pulled them out
of school two weeks ago.

Right, this shit took his two
sons on the run with him?

Yeah.

Okay.

We got any theme parks nearby?

HOLLY: What?

You know, theme parks are...

He's hiding out
with two kids in tow.

Yeah. Um... There's
Cedar Point in Sandusky,

but they're too small for that.

- But...
- All right, just make me a list, will you,

of all the kid-friendly nuisances
within a 50-mile radius of the hospice?

Okay. On it.

LAWRENCE: Who else
around here can say that?

Straight A's at Harvard?

You know you don't
have to do this, right, Dad?

You're right. I don't.

But I want to celebrate my
son coming home from school.

Can't wait to see you, kid.

What are you doing
on the phone, anyway?

I thought I told you not to be
talking while you're driving, right?

Yeah, okay.

[HIP-HOP PLAYS ON RADIO]

♪ Late-night flight expedite my vacay
Take me away to be your love slave ♪

♪ Time shared means more than
ever Never mile-high club, never, but ♪

♪ I'm clever enough to get
the memo Meet me in the lab ♪

♪ Three a.m. in the
airplane We'll get there ♪

♪ Whites of my eyes red
with desire And the weed ♪

♪ Always we be
up and not tired ♪♪

[SIGHS]

I'm gonna give
you a sponge bath.

I made the water nice and
warm, the way you like it.

Okay.

I'm being careful around
this guy. Don't worry.

[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]

[♪♪♪]

Did you not do your...? Come on.

[OVER MONITORS] Come on.

A little more mobilization.

Tomorrow, I think
you're gonna feel better.

There we go.

One more.

Good.

All right, let's get this
stinky arm of yours.

Since you're up.

Come on.

There we go.

I know you like pointing
over there. Come on.

You want your fingers
to move. There we go.

Between your fingers.

Okay, good.

It's a very pretty
day today, Brady.

Looking good.

Numbers are looking good...

[MONITOR BEEPING RAPIDLY]

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

[PANTING]

[♪♪♪]

♪ Some folks built like this ♪

♪ Built like that ♪

♪ Way I'm built, now
Don't you call me fat ♪

♪ I'm built for comfort ♪

♪ I'm not built for speed ♪

♪ I got everything All
the good girls need ♪♪

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

- I know what I saw. He's alive.
- Yes, we know he's alive.

- We tend not to tube the dead ones.
- No, I mean "alive" alive.

He was looking at
me. He was conscious.

That's not possible.

Wait, his brain
activity is spiking.

Could simply be an
anomaly. Doesn't mean he...

An anomaly that just happened
to coincide with him looking at her?

Did you put her up to this
so we wouldn't move him?

Jesus, Pettimore, even
his heart rate's elevated.

The only thing you see in
him is your own celebrity, Felix.

[♪♪♪]

The cash spent on one criminal
cost us a drug-treatment program

that was helping hundreds.

His beta levels are
that of a conscious mind.

[GASPS]

I've never seen this before.

No one has.

I think he's in there.

The fuck?

- What just happened?
- I don't know.

His waves are slowing.

I am telling you, I
saw consciousness.

PETTIMORE: Okay, quantify that.

Did he smile? Did he
blink? Did he vocalize?

I've worked with vegetative patients
for six years. I can tell the difference.

He's in there.

Okay. Until this happens
a second time, it's a glitch.

Nobody say a word about this.

[SADIE SIGHS]

[CHATTERING]

[KIDS SCREAMING]

Mister, you got any quarters?

Beg your pardon?

I really need a quarter.

What you need is a napkin.

Douche.

Douche yourself.

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, dear Gabby ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪♪

[BLOWING HORNS]

I need a goddamn cigarette.

Taking a break, huh?

- Yeah, trying to.
- Ha-ha.

Mind if I ask you something?

You working here long?

Oh, yeah. Too long.

Have you seen these two
kids coming in here at all?

They look kind of
familiar, I guess.

I don't know. If I
recognize them,

they've probably been
in here more than once.

You sure?

Am I sure? No.

All these kids look
alike, truth be told.

Plus I can't see shit
through that mask.

I actually try not to
look at the little bastards.

Most are overstimulated
glucose addicts.

So which is it? Did
you see them or not?

I'd say a hard...

probably.

You've seen one, you've
seen them all, right?

So is this your job,
tracking down little kids?

You mean to compare careers?

So, what happened in there?

Absolutely nothing.

Pettimore and Babineau both
showed up for absolutely nothing?

Yeah.

- Oh, Sadie.
- What?

I've played poker with you.

You're the one with no
chips an hour into the night.

Nothing happened.

He looked right at me.

What?

Hartsfield.

He looked right at me.

Shut up.

Don't tell anyone, okay? Pettimore
will flip his shit if this gets out.

Of course not,
honey. Lips sealed.

He gives me the creeps.

- He does that to everybody, sweetie.
- Yeah.

MAN: Okay.

All right. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Nancy, you're not
gonna believe this.

KID 1: There you
go. KID 2: Go, go.

KID 3: Okay. Hurry.

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

BILL: Yeah?
- Any luck?

Yeah, I got a "hard probably"
from a man who dresses as a pig.

- On purpose?
- It would appear so.

Okay. I'd check the water
park next. I mean, it's not too...

Bill?

Hello? Bill?

Holly? Holly?

Are there any
campgrounds around here?

[GIRL PANTING]

- You're never gonna catch me!
- I'm almost there!

WOMAN: Oh, look at that one.

Watch out for that fire pit.

Where's Ryan?

Can you pull my tent? Help me...

I got it.

You're done with the lace?

Don't even think about it.

Please. I'm begging you.

I get that a lot.

VICTOR: Dad.
- It's okay.

VICTOR: What's going on?
- Stay here.

You have a date in court,
Mr. De La Cruz. I'm your escort.

Do you know the
facts about the case?

You know, if you'd
done your homework,

you know I don't got
a record before this.

I'm not in the drug business.

I was a courier. Period.

I had no idea I was
delivering narcotics.

Do I look like a judge to you?

You look like a human being.

Don't be fooled.

Maybe even a dad.

Look, if you bring
me in, I'm a dead man.

The government either locks me up
or the cartel kills me for cooperating.

VICTOR: Dad.

They're looking
for you in the South.

Also the entire
Eastern Seaboard.

My advice, go west and
burn that stolen credit card.

Don't be waiting for your
mother to die. They're all over it.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]

Just remember where
you were five months ago.

Mm-hm. Deep.

Oh, that's good.

- Deep stretch. Mm-hm.
- Oh.

Come this way.

That's really good.

That's really, really good.

All right.

Back to center.

[GASPS]

- You got that.
- Ah-ha-ha-ha.

Amazing.

That was awesome.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, right.

Well done, dude.

MAN: Hey, you hear
Hartsfield woke up?

- He's not in a coma anymore.
WOMAN: Wow, really?

Who knows where this could lead?

Trial-of-the-century shit, yo.

Wait, what? Is that guy serious?

No. I heard he had, like, a
tiny spike in his EEG. That's it.

Don't listen to him. Come on.

You got this.

[♪♪♪]

I mean, Sadie's a bit off, but
she never struck me as a liar.

Well, she's adamant.

I have no reason to doubt her.

And you definitely saw
activity on the EEG?

He's barely been
delta this whole time.

Today he went to beta.

Fucking Pettimore still has a
hard-on to transfer him to Crestmore.

You cannot let
him get transferred.

What about Montez?

He's desperate to
try Hartsfield, right?

He can't do that unless the
defendant regains consciousness.

That's true.

So convince Montez there's a chance
as long as Brady continues treatment.

I don't know. Maybe he
can apply some influence.

- There you go.
- Okay. Thanks.

Heads up.

MAN: You know, it
goes something like...

So you've gone a little soft.

[POP MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS]

It's not the worst thing.

It is for a skip tracer.

Come on, we just opened
the office eight months ago.

See, you know, I got people
relying on me, you know?

- Yeah, and by people you mean Holly?
- Yeah.

She could have a future
in it. She's really good.

But I have to be there to
teach her the ropes, right?

Bill, you were a good cop.

Chasing bad guys,
that's your thing.

Preying on people down
on their luck, not your thing.

I know.

What?

- I think I've reached that stage.
- What stage?

The stage that comes after
keeling over from a heart attack

and seeing your best friend
dropping dead of one, that stage.

I've lost me moorings a bit.

You don't need to work.

Hmm? Is it about making money?

I need to be of value.

And my job gave
me that, you know?

Getting Brady gave me that.

Also gave you a heart attack.

Ha. Yeah.

Why don't you simply
enjoy life? Hmm?

Just stop worrying about
finding the value in it.

What if I'm not built for that?

Thought about a hobby?

Gazebo building?

Okay. Ha-ha-ha.

I do like the odd jigsaw.

I was thinking of
embroidery maybe.

[CHUCKLES]

Maybe you could
teach me something.

Billy...

[DONNA SIGHS]

Just settle up?

Yeah.

Brace yourself. He's
not a pretty sight.

Have you ever seen
any of his victims?

No, I didn't work here then.

I have. Every single
one, including the infant.

Oh, shit.

Told you he'd be lurking.

Watch this.

Jon!

It's Jon, right?

And you're Tony?

That's right. Want a fry?

- No, I'm good.
- Uh...

Coming to check on my rock
star. Wanna come with us?

So you guys are making a lot
of progress with this guy, huh?

- Hartsfield? I wouldn't get too excited.
- No?

PETTIMORE: There'd have to be a
lot more data to trump my skepticism.

BABINEAU: How are we supposed to
gather data if you transfer the patient?

PETTIMORE: Even if Dr. Babineau's
most optimistic projections proved true,

it could be years before
Hartsfield's fit for trial.

And that's a galactic "if."

Well, luckily, I'm
the soul of patience.

We don't have the money or
the time. I've made that clear.

Hey, man, I hear you.

My unit in the DA's,
you know, Homicide,

we have the biggest budget,
and it's still never enough.

And as for time, shit.

Actually, we had to kick the can down
the road on one of you guys recently.

Shit, what's his name?
Lance something-something?

- Russo. Dr. Lance Russo.
MONTEZ: That's the dude.

Now, the malpractice
part is clear,

but did his actions lead
to criminal negligence?

Did the supervisors know
about it? Or the board? Right?

Do doctors at Mercy Gen
get away with murder?

And if they don't,
have they in the past?

Is it isolated or systemic?

See, these are the kinds of questions
I was asking before I ran out of time.

Caseload was too heavy.

But if I wasn't waiting
around for Hartsfield,

I'd have all the free
time in the world.

There'd be a
fucking feast of time.

Four weeks.

I'm sorry?

Eight. Eight weeks.

Can't thank you enough, Jon.

[PA BEEPS]

WOMAN [OVER PA]: Dr. Babineau
to 102 for immediate consult.

- Dr. Babineau to
102 - You go ahead.

- For immediate consult.
- See you in a few minutes.

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

[♪♪♪]

[SNAPPING]

You in there, my friend? Huh?

More than you know.

How do you feel about pain?

How do you I feel about pain?
I don't have feelings, you prick.

What the fuck?

You dished a lot of it out.

I got to assume
you can take it, right?

What the fuck are you doing?
What the fuck are you doing?

Take your hands off my
balls, you fucking faggot.

And if you're not
enjoying this...

just say so, my man.

And I'll stop.

I'm paralyzed, you dumb fuck.

Can I feel it?

Can I feel it?

Can I fucking feel it?

Can you feel my dick?

Sorry, Mom, don't be jealous.

My mom used to do that to
me when I was a little boy.

You think I'm scared of you?

Come on.

Seize that moment.

Occupandi temporis,
you little bitch.

"Seize the moment." You
speak Latin, you fucking prick?

Squeeze away, motherfucker.

I'm so far away from you

and so much closer than
you'll ever fucking know.

You fucking prick.

I'm gonna get you.

[UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING OVER STEREO]

Hey.

Hey.

What?

What?

Dad always let
you dress like that?

Like what?

Like... I don't know. Not you?

Girl's gotta grow up.

Yeah. That... That's true.

I was kidding. It was a joke.

It's a joke.

Dog, could you tell her
it was a joke, please?

Thank you.

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

Sadie, you're fine. Go.

Oh...

Okay.

[MONITOR BEEPING FASTER]

[♪♪♪]

[SIGHS]

Come on.

Are you with me?

Sadie?

Come on. Are you with me?

Are you with me, Sadie?

[EXHALES]

Door.

[LAUGHS]

What we have...

is just between you and me.

You shouldn't have told anyone.

I can't have you
running around...

blabbing our secrets.

Wow.

Do you realize how
pretty you are, Sadie?

Such a beautiful girl.

Your hair.

Oh, soft hair.

Soft skin.

Your lips.

And your neck.

Your lovely neck.

I kiss your neck, Sadie.

Whoa.

[GRUNTS]

[GRUNTS]

Do you know that I've
never been camping?

[BILL GRUNTS]

BILL: I wish I
could say the same.

Why? You don't
like nature or...?

I'm not philosophically
opposed. I just prefer toilets.

Tents are very
expensive, you know?

I mean, the high-ends
ones are, anyway.

Like De La Cruz's
tent, his tent cost $499.

I found it online.

- So, what are you asking me?
- Well, I'm not asking you anything.

I just, you know, wanna make
sure that I have some clarity.

Okay, go on.

HOLLY: Okay, so you
found De La Cruz's tent.

Him and his kids weren't there,

then you talked to the guy
who's camping next to him

who said that De La Cruz
and his kids left for good?

Pretty much how
it happened, yeah.

I don't see how this
guy could possibly know

that De La Cruz was gone for good,
especially when his tent was still there.

The man is running
for his life with his kids.

Maybe his tent
isn't his top priority.

Anyway, stolen credit card,
right? I mean, he's not out of pocket.

I mean, I guess
that makes sense.

- Wow, look at this.
- Heh.

Oh, they got the color wrong.
It's supposed to be crimson.

Blue for a boy. It's perfect.

So if De La Cruz left the
campsite, where do you think...?

How about we give this
a rest and go to a party?

- Okay.
- Working day is over. Don't obsess.

Okay.

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

HOLLY: What if there's
another cake? BILL: What? No.

What if someone
brought another cake?

Put it there if you're
embarrassed. It's all right.

- Just here?
- Yeah.

- There you go. More
there? MAN: Yeah.

- Keep going. Good, good. It's pink.
- Kermit.

Hey. There he is.

That's a bit informal, isn't it?

Has the Ivy League no manners?

Okay, that's how you wanna do
it? Faux hostile banter and shit?

Give me a hug.

[LAUGHS]

- How you doing, man?
- I'm all right.

- I'm all right.
- Oh, look at this.

- Yeah.
- What's going on there, now?

Trying to be like
you, young detective.

- Oh, well, you got...
- It's not this white.

Yeah, well, you
got to do better.

- Holly. I didn't even see you.
- Hi.

You look so good.

Oh, thank you. You too. Um...

I got you a cake.

- A lot of hugs. JEROME: Hey.

- How you doing? Congratulations, man.
- Thank you. Good to see you.

Oh, it's in a box
and everything.

- Yeah. So... Okay, so...
- I'm excited.

HOLLY: It's not
exactly right, but...

- Heh. It's blue, Holly.
- I know.

- I told them I wanted it to be crimson.
- Look.

- They made it...
- Crimson.

- I know. I...
- I love it so much. Thank you.

- They messed it up.
- You got the name right.

- Has Dr. Babineau left for the day?
- Yep, I saw him go.

[♪♪♪]

Can you watch the desk,
hon? I gotta make a quick call.

Betcha.

[CHUCKLES]

Enter this for me. It
needs to go in tonight.

Do it yourself, bitch.

What the fuck?

I'm fucking filing? Now I'm
fucking filing shit for you now?

So life good? Grades good?

Everything's rock solid
on all counts, yeah.

Now, that's an answer that
wouldn't pass a polygraph.

[CHUCKLES]

Well, Dad lost a big contract
today, can barely pay himself, so...

Oh, shit.

Yeah. I don't have a summer job,

but other than that, everything
is good, can't complain.

How about you?

Could spend me
whole day complaining.

That I know.

[CHUCKLES]

Tell you what...

Pete was helping me
rebuild Ida's gazebo.

I could throw you
a couple of bucks.

Yeah. Definitely.

[CHUCKLES]

Great.

I'm sorry about
that, by the way.

Ah, yeah. Yeah.

Good man.

Lived good, died shitty.

Are you doing okay?

- Asked and answered.
- Oh.

Well, I'll tell you,

I'll give you your space
for now, man, you know?

- "Now, man"?
- And I'll be here for you when you...

When you're ready to
drop the act, you know.

- No, don't...
- Because it's...

- Sorry.
- No! I didn't want to interrupt.

He's got all college-y on us.

I didn't wanna
interrupt. I came to see...

BILL: No.
- Can I get you something else?

- Thanks, no. It was great, really.
- Burger?

No, I'm trying to be good.

- Honestly, thank you.
- Yeah, I understand. Beer?

I'll take a beer.

Come on.

Okay, okay, okay.

- Think about it.
- Why not? Why not?

[CHUCKLES]

JEROME: Holly seems
excited about the new business.

Yeah. On a scale of one
to 10, your dad being a 10,

- I'd say she's about a nine.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Or a 20.

[LAUGHING]

Thank you.

- Thanks, Pop.
- You're a gentleman.

I'm growing up.

[CHUCKLES]

Apparently so.

- Yep.
- Yeah.

Ten.

So here's to you.

What number would you be?

Oh, you know me. I'm
not the excitable type.

Yeah, right. I'd like to
call bullshit on that one.

[CHUCKLES]

Asked and answered.

Do you want some cake? Okay.

Here you go. I hope you like it.

It was supposed to be red,
not blue, but sorry about that.

Do you want some cake?

[CELL PHONE RINGS]

I hope you like it.

Yeah, they got the color wrong.

I've been wanting
to talk to you all day.

He's awake.

Fucking hell, he's awake?

Did he talk?

No, God, no.

But he looked right at
another nurse, right in her eyes.

I'll be over shortly.

- Bill, you all right? What's wrong?
- Brady.

Brady?

He's awake.

Yeah, just tell your dad
thanks a lot, will you?

- And make sure Holly gets back.
- Bill.

[CAR BEEPS]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Son, I wanna show Rich your
report card. Run up and get it for me.

Uh, yeah, colleges don't
make report cards, Dad.

Okay, well, whatever, your
grades. Go. I'm gonna be over here.

Okay.

Hey. Where'd Bill go?

He left.

But he didn't say goodbye.

Yeah. He said something about
Brady waking up, and then...

Wait. Brady woke up?

Yeah, I don't know, Holly.

Just stick around,
okay? I wanna catch up.

[♪♪♪]

[TATTOO NEEDLE BUZZING]

You've been
window-shopping for months,

and now you're
finally getting it.

What changed, darling?

It was time.

♪ Saved my life before ♪

♪ My advice Take
everything from it ♪

♪ Whole lot of good girls
Whole lot of good sex ♪

♪ Whole lot of good money ♪

♪ Saved my life before ♪

♪ My advice Take
everything from it ♪

♪ I'll be on in your head
I'll be on in your head ♪

♪ I'll be on in your head ♪

♪ Probably be the only reason
you dead To see the tears ♪

♪ Under the rest I
always impress ♪

♪ If I'm in the air
I'm in your prayer ♪

♪ When you're down
When you're prayin' ♪

♪ Feelin' yourself, like
the man I be the zen ♪

♪ Couple of pills and a plug ♪

♪ I'll be the jug House in
the hills with the thugs ♪

♪ I got it all I'm like
the bullet from a gun ♪

- ♪ They shot him ♪
- ♪ Yeah, it's the best shot known ♪

♪ I'm the shit you gon' regret ♪

♪ The ice on your
neck I'm your stress ♪

♪ You probably depressed
I'm probably makin' it worse ♪

♪ I need a new brain
Because I hate when it hurts ♪

♪ I hate when it hurts ♪♪

IDA: How was the party?

Hmm. It was slightly more
enjoyable than Pete's funeral

because no one was crying,
but the food wasn't nearly as good.

[CHUCKLES]

Have you seen Bill?

He left the party earlier, and
he's not answering my calls.

He'll turn up.

He always does.

He never leaves the lights
on for when he comes home.

He says he doesn't wanna
pay the electric company

more than he has to, but I
think that he just prefers the dark.

There's nothing wrong
with a little darkness.

Night.

Night.

Take me out of this room.

Go outside.

[♪♪♪]

Get me out of this
fucking hospital.

Let's go for a walk, okay?

Let's go for a walk.

Mm. Mm-hm.

[♪♪♪]

Come on.

Dare I say it?

We take the stairs?

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Holy fuck.

Going down?

- No...
- thank you.

[SIGHS]

There is a fucking God.

There's a God. There's a fucking
God. There's a fucking God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck. Um... Get a knife.

Get a fucking knife.

Get a fucking... Get a scalpel.

Get a scalpel, Sadie.

[MONITOR BEEPING STEADILY]

You look the same to me.

Don't mean to interrupt.

Are you family?

You could say as much.

I should get going.

I didn't mean to
scare you. I'm, um...

Just following protocol.

Yep.

You didn't scare me.

Time's up, you fat fuck.

[MONITOR BEEPING FASTER]

I thought I told you to
stay at the nurses' station.

BRADY: Fuck!

Go back to the desk.

Yeah, yeah. Okay.

BILL: What's going on with him?
- Fuck if I know.

Get out of here, Bill. Go.

[GROANS]

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Fuck!

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[♪♪♪]