Mr. Mercedes (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Motherboard - full transcript

Hodges is rattled by the unexpected death of a hospital staff member. Jerome offers much needed help in Hodges's quest to uncover the truth. Brady works to master the limitations of his newfound ability. Already struggling to cope, Lou suffers additional setbacks.

NARRATOR: Previously
on Mr. Mercedes:

MAGGIE: Kick loose the cobwebs,
hon. You've got the movie star.

SADIE: Morning, Al.
- Morning, Miss Sadie.

I need to see Brady.

That is a bad idea.

And that is the only
way that I can move on.

We're sitting outside a house
of someone I don't even know.

BILL: Her name
is Sadie McDonald.

She tried to stab me with a
scalpel when I was visiting Brady.

[♪♪♪]

Can I help you?



- Could I speak with your daughter?
- Calling the police.

And we're back!

[MIMICS ENGINE REVVING]

Mow that bitch
down, motherfucker!

[KNOCKS]

Pull up slowly into
the parking bay.

Delighted to.

- She's not a bad person, Bill.
- Well, who was that, then?

BRADY: You apply for your transfer.
Now Fatty Hodges is sniffing around.

You know what you are,
Sadie? You're a fucking burden.

Death is liberation.
No more pain.

Just freedom.

[SIREN WAILING]

[♪♪♪]



[INDISTINCT POLICE
RADIO CHATTER]

It's sad.

- Did you see her fall?
- No.

[SIGHS]

I'm so sorry.

[SOBBING]

What happened?

She just...

jumped.

Had she been depressed?

She had been acting off, but
then just to go and do this...

- Off how?
- Just off.

Was she taking her meds?

I assumed she was,
but I'm not really sure.

Right before, I stopped her from
giving 200 milligrams of morphine

to Conlan.

Is there anything else
I should know about?

No. No.

All I can say is
she was just off.

Anxious.

Put in for a transfer today.

Said she couldn't handle
the Bucket anymore.

[SOBBING]

- Thanks.
- Yep.

Get what you need?

Bill Hodges.

Tony Montez. I'm Frank Montez's
kid. I'm with the DA's office.

Oh, yeah. Antonio. Of
course. How you doing?

Good. I figured when I saw you,
you'd been up listening to the scanners.

My pop does the same thing.

And then they realized
that they had witnesses.

Yeah.

What brought you
out at this hour?

Maggie Wilmer's
a friend of mine.

So...

she just fucking
jumped off the roof, huh?

Yeah.

She said her break was
over, she went back in.

Five minutes later...

She worked the brain bucket.

Treated your old
boyfriend, Hartsfield.

I heard.

That motherfucker freaked me out,
but I wouldn't jump off a roof over it.

Poor girl.

I heard a story that you used
to sneak into his room last year,

sit across from him?

That true?

Yeah.

Why?

I wanted to be there
when he woke up.

Why'd you stop?

I realized he wasn't gonna.

[SIREN WAILING]

[♪♪♪]

♪ 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 ♪♪

[PRINTER BEEPS]

[SIGHS]

[CLEARS THROAT]

How are you doing?

- Yeah?
- Sorry.

I brought you this.

Wait.

You're not thinking
that he may...

Pfft. Who knows?

Can I ask what exactly
you're doing here?

Holly. Holly. I... Listen.

What?

I really like having
you in the house.

- Truly.
- Mm-hm.

It's... It's good for a person of
solitude to be communal when he can,

assuming the obvious.

Okay.

And what is the obvious?

That the person he's
being communal with

respects his solitude
when called for.

That hurts my feelings.

It's meant to spare
them going forward.

I'll see you at work.

That you will.

[♪♪♪]

♪ Monday Hard thing
is to struggle with it ♪

♪ Tuesday Do a
little better with it ♪

♪ Wednesday Gotta
say I'm livin' with it ♪

♪ Thursday I give
myself the day off ♪♪

SETH: Wait, so his EKG spiked,
but his EEG remained the same?

Never heard of that before.

I've seen it in coma
patients from time to time.

It's happened twice.

Once a couple days ago

and then again around
the time that Sadie died.

Look, if you wanna take the rest
of the day off, that's fine with me.

Honestly, I was surprised to
see you in here this morning.

- No, thank you. I'd rather keep
busy. SETH: True she was an epileptic?

MAGGIE: That's why she didn't work
surgery, but she had it under control.

Epileptic.

I'm sorry.

Hmm.

- You need anything else?
- No.

I heard they just updated the
fMRl equipment downstairs.

Let's put Hartsfield
on the schedule.

And the blood flow should probably
show us whether he's in there or not.

And while we're
at it, let's tap him.

Make sure there's no
inflammation or infection.

Yes, sir.

- Actually, you got a second?
- Sure.

Last night, when Sadie fell, you were
standing there talking with a man, right,

the ex-cop that used to come
and visit Hartsfield all the time?

MAGGIE: Yeah. He's a friend.

[♪♪♪]

You're friends
with Fatty Hodges.

BABINEAU: I don't
need to tell you

that we're dealing with some pretty
sophisticated procedures in here.

And when you're privy to sensitive,
cutting-edge things like this,

it's important to keep a
tight seal on any information

that one might glean
within this room.

Of course.

And any leaked information
would not only put me at risk,

it would put the
entire hospital at risk.

And not to mention directly
violating patient confidentiality.

- I totally agree.
- And...

if you choose to
ignore the rules,

know there's nothing I
can do to protect you.

The guy's a friend.

I'm allowed to have friends.

No, friends are great.

A job's better.

[SIGHS]

Looks like I have to find
myself another epileptic, Mom.

[SCOFFS]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

HOLLY: Coming. Sorry. Coming.

Hello.

Why were you
trespassing on my property

the night before
my daughter died?

What's going on?

BILL: You better sit down.
- No, no, don't touch me.

I saw you in the newspaper
at the crime scene

standing over my
daughter's body,

so I wanna know why
you were on my property.

Well, like I said, in the night,

- I'm a private investigator.
- Yeah, I can read the door.

- Why were you stalking my daughter?
- I wasn't stalking her.

I was investigating her.

Some of her
co-workers were worried

she was a danger to
herself and to others.

Which co-workers?

BILL: Friends of hers.

People who cared about her.

Did you notice her
acting erratically lately?

No.

She seemed fine.

Same as ever.

Was she involved in something
that I didn't know about?

That's what I was
attempting to determine.

Well, you can stop
determining now.

The police have
ruled it a suicide,

and so there's nothing
anybody can do anymore.

Ma'am...

you don't think
it was a suicide?

It doesn't matter what I think.

Well, it does, actually.

You're her mother.

One could argue that
it matters most of all.

I can't bring myself to think
that she wanted to kill herself.

She was in love. She
was excited to be pregnant.

She was happy.

Well, apparently, she was
observed nearly overdosing a patient.

Perhaps even intentionally.

That's impossible.

She also got a bit
violent with me, physically.

Her colleagues said she
was acting a bit outside herself.

That's why I was at your
house, to look into the matter.

- Looking specifically for what?
- I don't know.

Indications as to why a good nurse
would suddenly try to harm a patient.

Something seems terribly amiss.

Which clearly you
seem to confirm.

Happy people don't generally
throw themselves off rooftops.

When was the last
time you saw her?

Um...

Three days ago.

She seemed perfectly fine.

Herself.

My Sadie.

I don't wish a spinal
tap on my worst enemy.

[♪♪♪]

BRADY: Just relax.

Good you can't feel
much of anything.

I never could feel much
of anything, darling.

[SCOFFS]

All right. Okay.

How do I get in you?

Just relax. Just relax.

Chaos.

Let me in. Let me...

Fuck.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

Fuck.

Almost back home, superstar.

Superstar. I'll
give you superstar.

I am a fucking superstar.
I'm a fucking celebrity.

You were our best technician.

Number one in customer service.

I was gonna make
you branch manager.

[MOCKINGLY] I was gonna
make you branch manager.

And now you need to think scale.

The bigger, the better.

Work the problem
like I taught you.

What do you need?

[IN NORMAL VOICE] A
functioning body would be nice.

I don't think you need a
body to control people's minds.

Process, please.

[DRILL WHIRRING]

You good? Not talking much.

What's there to talk about?
We're building a gazebo.

If you want a conversation,
blather away. I don't care.

Okay.

A conversation.

What about...

that nurse lady
jumping off the building?

Do you think that's funny?

Well, no. I'm just, you know...

Just making conversation,
you know? I'm curious.

Well, put a sock
in it, will you?

What, you don't wanna
go there or something?

You equate "put a sock in it"
with "I don't wanna go there."

Just maybe you
should be a detective.

Yeah, just go down there.

Yeah.

I should be a detective.

But if I were a detective

and I didn't think it was a
suicide, which Holly says you don't,

then I'd be looking into
Sadie McDonald's diary.

Oh, good for you.

Sorry to say she
didn't keep one.

Of course she did. We all do.

Her texts, her e-mails.

I mean, we all keep
diaries in one way.

[GRUNTS]

Look, I'm just saying if you
wanna get into her head,

you should probably try and
get into her phone or her gadget.

That's what you
called it, gadget?

[CHUCKLES]

Probably too much blather
for you, anyway, right, old man?

[CLATTERING]

[GROANS]

What are those?

I need some space.

What?

I can't watch you
hurt yourself anymore.

Steph, I, uh...

I'm not in a place right now where
it's just gonna be, like, "Okay."

You... You can't
leave right now.

Not right now.

Steph, okay, okay, look, look.

I will do so much better.

I'm gonna do a lot better, okay?

And I love you.

And I...

I know that you
still care about me.

There's a difference
between caring about someone

and caring for someone.

What the fuck does that mean?
What the fuck does that mean?

You sound like my
bullshit therapist!

If you can't help yourself, I don't
know what else I can do anymore.

Apparently, you can
buy me frozen dinners.

Is this what you're doing
now? Chicken tikka masala?

Does that make
you feel less guilt?

I just don't know what I
can do anymore, okay?

I don't know!

You can stay.

Steph.

Please look at me.

Please, not right now.

Okay?

- Steph.
- Stop.

I'm sorry.

I'll be at my mom's.

I love you, but...

don't call.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[MOUSE CLICKING]

[PRINTER WHIRRING]

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- Antonio.
- I was in your neighborhood.

I thought I'd stop by and
see how you were doing.

Oh. DAs make
house calls nowadays.

The good ones do.

I was just gonna
crack open a beer.

Thought you'd never ask.

[SIGHS]

Can we get to it?

I know you young
lads like to make haste.

Sadie McDonald's mother said
you were snooping around her house.

- Ah.
- Why?

She came at me with
a scalpel in the hospital.

Sadie. Not her mom.

She attacked you with a scalpel?

Tried.

She also nearly
overdosed a patient.

On both occasions, colleagues claimed
this was not the woman they knew.

Something was going on.

I was looking to find out.

Anyway, clearly
something was going on.

She took her life.

Okay, but why the interest in her?
Because she was treating Hartsfield?

Well, initially, anyway.

And then?

She seems like a nice lady.

It was like...

concern was a factor.

Old-school stuff.

Look, why don't we just tell
each other what we know?

I'll go first.

I know that last year,
you were very instrumental

in bringing Brady
Hartsfield down.

You went to the police,
especially Pete Dixon,

you told him all kinds of shit,
but you also held shit back.

Letters, videos,
girlfriends getting blown up.

- That's not true.
- You held shit back

to the point where it
endangered people's lives.

Now, that's not
old-school stuff.

That's reckless.

And in my new-school
state of mind,

the last thing I can
make time for is reckless.

So how's about
we pull up a chair,

we both sit down, we have a
very nice, frank conversation

about what it is exactly that you know,
like cops used to do back in the day?

Sound good?

Sure.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

Is it okay that I put
this here, Maggie?

Oh, yeah.

AL: Sadie was nice.

That's a wonderful thought, Al.

Time to say good night, Brady.

What do you say we
watch our favorite program?

NARRATOR: African elephants
naturally organize themselves

into intimate family groups

of approximately three
mothers and their calves.

Every day, Al. Every fucking
day, we watch this shit.

They fuck, they sleep, they
shit, they die, just like us.

They flap their big ears.

They blow their trunks because
they're fucking elephants!

This thingamajig
is technically yours.

So you just say the word,
and I'll bring it right back.

When a male elephant grows
out of the matriarchal family unit,

he is forced to
strike out on his own.

He lives alone or joins a small
group of other roaming males.

The males compete
for dominance...

AL: So relaxing.

And each one's age and
size determine their stature.

However, when males are
not directly fighting for mates,

they form substantial bonds.

[VIDEO GAME BEEPS]

The males compete for dominance,

and each one's age and
size determine their stature.

However, when males are
not directly fighting for mates,

they form substantial bonds.

Male elephants are bold...

[TV PLAYING INDISTINCTLY]

Just relax, Al. Relax.

[♪♪♪]

I'm in.

I'm in.

This scalpel incident, you
didn't report it because...?

Because I wanted to be
sure it was what it seemed.

This was a gentle lady, you
know? No history of violence.

I wanted to leave room for
the possibility I was wrong.

Now, in retrospect,
pretty sure I was right.

And you don't have a theory

as to why she suddenly
went rogue like that?

People are people.

You can never figure them.

You know, my pop said that
that's what distinguished you.

You could always somehow figure.

[CHUCKLES]

You could figure
and you were dogged.

Sometimes to a fault.

[SIGHS]

Sometimes.

Okay, I need to take a piss.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SIGHS]

Like you say, dogged.

What the fuck are you doing?

Okay, there's healthy
obsession and not so healthy.

This, this here, this
is healthy obsession.

This is the kind of obsession
that catches bad guys.

But this, I think the clinical term
for this is fucked-up obsession.

You wanna explain this?

Not especially, no.

What's the connection
between this and this here?

Probably nothing.

Bullshit.

I don't think he's
entirely gone, okay?

- I beg your pardon?
- Hartsfield.

I think he's more
aware than he lets on.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

It's just a sense on my part, but I
think there's cognitive life in there.

- Oh, do doctors share your opinion?
- Doctors don't share shite!

Now, maybe you can drop by
one of their houses for a beer

and check their
fucking bulletin boards!

You seriously think Brady
Hartsfield's cognitive?

I take it a step further.

I think he found a way to
communicate with Sadie McDonald.

I think he's faking the coma.

Okay. I'm gonna give you
the benefit of the doubt.

I'm gonna chalk
this up to the beer.

- You can't fake a fucking coma.
- Really?

Conventional wisdom says not.

But?

Conventional wisdom can't
account for Brady Hartsfield.

Or for Sadie McDonald
jumping off a rooftop.

BRADY: Okay, okay, okay. Um...

So relax. Um...

Maybe we...

WOMAN: Look out.

[CRASH]

No.

No, no, no.

No.

[♪♪♪]

Fuck.

NARRATOR: The males
compete for dominance,

and each one's age and
size determines their stature.

However, when males are
not directly fighting for mates,

they form...

[VIDEO GAME BEEPING]

I'm in. I'm in. I'm in.

[IMITATES EXPLOSION]

It's the Zappits, dummy.

They hypnotize people.

You hypnotize people.

The Zappits are
just the doorway.

You need to walk through it. Ow.

[SIGHS]

Mm. Damn it. Ow.

I'm starving.

Got any Hot Pockets?

BRADY: Yeah, check the freezer.

- Want one?
- Yeah, put one in for me.

[BEEPS]

[UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING]

[WOMEN LAUGHING]

Carmen.

Can I have another?

- Really?
- What?

You've gotta be
fucking kidding me.

Come on.

I'm your best
customer. Let's go.

Thank you.

I'll do a shot of
tequila, please.

- Hi.
- Hey.

You want another?

Yeah. Why not?

Okay.

Yo, Carmen, can we
get us some tequila?

Two. Two.

[LOU CLEARS THROAT]

I like that shirt.

Thanks.

[♪♪♪]

Let's get out of here, shall we?

Okay.

Um...

What do you say we go
for a little walk, Al, hey?

Where you going, buddy?

- Al.
- How about we get the fuck out of here?

Okay.

Fucking me and you, Al.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

BRADY: One for ground.

Let's go for a little joy ride.

Let's get out on the
fucking town, huh?

Let's get out of here.
Let's... Let's, uh...

Let's go for a stroll, huh?

Oh, I swear to God
that shit happened.

- It did not. You're such a liar.
- It happened. I swear to God. It was...

She's been banned
from Banana Republic.

They got her picture
on file in the back.

- Ha-ha-ha.
- There were like...

[LAUGHING]

There were...

There were, like,
mannequins involved.

She got fucking fired because
of that shit. Swear to God.

Oh, my God, you are so...

My house is like
two blocks away.

So?

So?

I can fuck with you too.

[LAUGHS]

- Come on.
- Okay.

Okay, Al, where are we
going? We... We getting a bus?

We gonna get on a
bus? You got a bicycle?

You don't strike me as a bicycle guy.
Where's your car? Where's your car?

Wait, is this you?

Is this you, you dark horse?

That's quite the animal.

Wow. I bet the panties just melt
off them when they see that, huh?

Shotgun.

PIXIE: No, and she was pretty pissed.
LOU: I know Carmen from so long ago.

That girl loves me.

You stole the karaoke mic and
started singing over the music.

That's right.

MAN: Hey, ladies.
- That's right.

[LAUGHS]

You guys going for a
little, uh, scissor action?

Oh, come on. Let me watch.

Leave us alone, guy.

Well, at least we
know who the dude is.

Back the fuck off!

Hey, come on. Come on.

Hey, cunt. I just wanna
know who wears the strap-on.

- Is that too much?
- Hey! Come on!

Oh, my... Fuck! Unh!

Hey, let's go. Let's go.

[GROANING]

- Let's get out of here. Come on.
- Huh!

MAN: Fuck!
- Let's go. Come on, come on.

All right, fuck it. I'm out.

[MAN WHIMPERING]

[SIREN APPROACHING]

[COUGHING]

[GRUNTING]

COP: Stop what you're doing!
I said, stop what you're doing!

Put your fucking hands up!

Put your hands up!

DISPATCHER [ON RADIO]: 10-22.

Morning, Al.

So I thought we'll start
with a little history tour.

My greatest hits, if you will.

One day...

One day, when this is all over,

I'll be able to take
a tour of this city.

And this, Al... Take a left.

This will be stop number one.

Huh.

[BIRDS SQUAWKING]

[♪♪♪]

A rock and a plaque, huh?

Is that all?

[PEOPLE SCREAMING
THEN TIRES SCREECHING]

They died...

because I lived.

Not many people can say they
had that kind of impact on the world.

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

Sure, take a teddy.

Oh, Al. I'm starting to
love you more and more.

Miss McDonald?

- I complained to the police about you.
- Yeah.

Everyone complains about me.

I'd like to see your
daughter's phone, please.

Why?

Because I share your suspicion.

I wanted to see if there's
anything in her texts

that could explain
what happened.

Listen to me.

Police don't care.

They've already ruled it
suicide and have moved on.

If there's a truth to be uncovered
here, the job falls to me.

Why do you care?

Well, I could tell you, but I'm not
sure you'd be tickled by the explanation.

Just suffice to say, I do.

Can I please have
a look at her phone?

I don't know the password.

Let me deal with that.

It's inside. Wait here.

[CHUCKLES]

Linklatter.

Somebody loves you.

Right there.

Have a nice day.

Thank you.

[SIREN WAILING]

I'm so, so sorry.

It's fine.

I was walking

and this fucking guy,
he totally came up to me.

- You don't need to explain.
- This prick... I do.

I'm sorry this happened to you.

I really am. It's...

It's so fucking terrible.

I just can't anymore.

Wait, Steph, can you
not do this right now?

Then when?

The next time you go on
a bender and get in a fight?

Lou, this wasn't self-defense.

- Yes, it was.
- You could've killed him.

Lou, you put him
in the hospital.

It is a fucking miracle
he's not pressing charges.

Take a taxi home. We're done.

You know, only 9 percent
of construction workers

in the United States are women.

What was that?

Uh...

Oh, I just thought that maybe
you might want some help.

- Oh.
- There you go.

Actually, now
that I think about it,

I don't have the best
hand-eye coordination,

and active construction sites
are full of hidden dangers.

Splinters.

Let me ask you a question.

And I want you to
be perfectly honest.

How weird are you?

Very. Heh.

If you only knew.

- You wanna talk about it?
- Mm...

You don't really
wanna hear, do you?

IDA: No, not for a second.
- Oh.

Why don't you just
tell me what's up?

Bill.

- Bill? What did he do now?
- Well...

I mean, it's more
what he didn't do.

He keeps hiding things from
me all the time like I'm a child.

Okay.

I mean, he never used to do
that. I mean, it's the whole reason

why I wanted to start a
business with him in the first place,

because he never, you know,
patronized me or coddled me

or lied to me or
treated me like I was...

Like I was less than, you
know. Like my mother used to.

I mean, I left my life for him.

And I'm glad that I did,

but now I worry that he's gonna risk
everything we've worked so hard for,

and all for something
that doesn't even exist.

Well, I might agree if I had any
idea what you were talking about.

Bill thinks he's on to
something with this case,

if you can even call it a case.

And honestly, I think it
just gives him an excuse

to keep following his
obsession with Brady Hartsfield.

I think he's seeing things
that just aren't there.

I mean, work is my
life and Bill is my work,

and I can't do it without him.

And he's risking it all.

And if I lose him
to this obsession,

then everything that we've
built comes crashing down.

And I can't lose him. I mean,
I can't lose him from my life.

Holly, listen to me.

I need you to listen
to me for just a second.

You do not need
anyone to survive.

You've done a really good
job of that all by yourself.

And secondly, truly,
have you ever known Bill

to be up to no good?

No.

It's the opposite. I mean,
he's always up to good.

So perhaps we should give
him the benefit of the doubt.

He thinks Brady may
be faking his coma.

Well, that would
make him a lunatic.

Do you think that we should do, like,
an intervention for him or something?

Listen, Holly. Uh...

What good would it do?

Because Bill is gonna
think what Bill thinks.

You and I both know that.

You know, he has made some
pretty outlandish bets on things

that all paid off pretty well.

And one of those
bets was on you.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that I am not
a big fan of dependence.

So I don't want you
to depend on Bill.

But at the same time,
you can count on him.

Does that make sense?

Not really. No.

Well, then, help me
clean up the worktable,

because that's all I got.

Okay.

All right, we are
ready for the next step.

I thought hacking was when you
type a bunch of code into the computer.

Eh. It's a little
different this time.

You have to start
from the inside out.

Too many attempts at a password

can make the phone
wipe itself clean, so...

Jesus. Is that possible?

Yeah.

Well, look, don't worry.
I got this, all right?

You're lucky I brought
over a logic analyzer,

a chip reader and a mock phone.

- Exactly.
- Otherwise, we'd be screwed.

Literally.

How did you get all that stuff?

Uh... Harvard.

Harvard people.

Now, I'm assuming you didn't
learn this in any actual class.

No.

This would be a little
too, uh... What's the word?

Illegal?

Eh...

Extracurricular.

How long does hacking
a phone usually take?

Well, considering that the FBI
doesn't even know how to do it,

I'd say a while.

Every copy of the memory
chip takes about an hour.

And then once a phone
starts to try and clean itself,

you know, wipe itself clean, you'd
have to make a whole new one.

So...

What I'm trying
to say is settle in.

What's with the soldering iron?

Well, I mean, how else would I
be able to extract the memory chip

from the motherboard?
I'd have to use this.

Exactly.

Where are you going,
huh? Too boring?

Calm me nerves.

Don't put a hole in
me dining room table.

[CHUCKLES]

Yeah, I'll try not to.

IDA: Well, hey, I feel like being
a female construction worker...

HOLLY: You're very
good at this stuff.

IDA: Just get rid
of everything...

[IDA AND HOLLY
TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

How are you getting on?

It's all right.

It's good you got possible
passwords from Sadie's mom.

Or else there could have been
like a million different combos.

How many have you gone through?

Sixteen.

I'm on the third copy now.

[JEROME SIGHS]

Bill, I'm in.

I got it.

Here, look.

Who's Matthew?

The boyfriend.

[♪♪♪]

"He's in my head.

I don't know how
else to explain it."

BILL: Go on, go on, go on.
- Okay.

I fucking knew it.

I fucking knew it.

[♪♪♪]