Mr. Mercedes (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Ándale - full transcript

Eager to prosecute Brady, Montez turns up the heat on Dr. Babineau. Holly feels betrayed when Hodges' meddling threatens the future of Finders Keepers. When violence hits close to home, Montez seeks help from Hodges.

NARRATOR: Previously
on Mr. Mercedes:

BABINEAU: When Sadie
fell, you were with the ex-cop

who used to visit Hartsfield.

- He's a friend.
- Friends are great. A job's better.

- The police ruled it suicide.
- You don't think it was suicide?

Doesn't matter what I think.

- What exactly are you doing here?
- Holly.

HOLLY: Bill thinks
he's onto something.

I think it just gives
him an excuse

to keep following his
obsession with Brady Hartsfield.

If you wanna get into
Sadie McDonald's head,



get into her phone.

STEPH: Can't watch you hurt yourself.
- I know you still care about me.

There's a difference
between caring about someone

and caring for someone.

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

- Why?
- Because I share your suspicion.

I wanna see if I can
explain what happened.

MONTEZ: How do you feel
about pain? Seize that moment.

Occupandi temporis,
you little bitch.

BILL: What are you doing?
- What's the connection

- between this and this?
- I think he found a way

to communicate
with Sadie McDonald.

- I'm in. Who's Matthew?
- Boyfriend.

"He's in my head. I don't
know how else to explain it."



It's the Zappits, dummy.

They hypnotize people.

Zappits are just the doorway.
You need to walk through it.

I'm in. Let's get out
of here, shall we?

I fucking knew it.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

♪ 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 ♪♪

[♪♪♪]

[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]

Sadie used the word
"communicating."

Yeah, she was also off
her fucking meds, so...

Look, never mind
with the attitude.

I bring enough attitude to
the fucking equation myself.

I don't need to
outsource the task to you.

What else could
"communicating" mean?

Uh...

Do you think Brady
Hartsfield was sitting on his bed

and no one's looking and he's
chopping it up with the staff?

- Did I say I think that?
- Right, then what are we doing here?

Seriously.

The truth of it is none of it
makes any fucking sense.

- But?
- I can't shake the idea

that that's where the truth is.

Sadie McDonald was pregnant.

She was off her medications,
and then on top of that,

she was fighting with her
boyfriend, who described her

as anxious on a good day.

I get a feeling for people. She
wasn't the sort to take her life.

You think suicide walks around
with a fucking sign on its head?

She was moping around,
so everybody thought,

"Oh, today, she's
gonna leave Earth"?

That's not how it works, Hodges.

How does it work?

You wake up, you make breakfast,

you write a funny note,
put it in a lunchbox,

you pay bills,

you take a shower, you
put some clean clothes on.

Then you leave another note,
on the kitchen table this time.

You drive off to the lake,
you take a bottle of pills,

swim to the middle of
the lake, and you drown.

[SIGHS]

Your mother, uh, left a note?

Mm-hm.

I always thought
that there wasn't.

Yeah, I know what you thought.

I know what everybody
thought. That was the idea.

But if I could
describe my mom...

I'd say mostly happy.

I'm sorry.

It was five years ago.

Still.

Can I ask you something?

Without you going off on me?

You can ask, no guarantees.

[SIGHS]

[CLICKS TONGUE]

You think a part of you
wants this case to go on?

That wants Brady
Hartsfield to go on?

Why the fuck would I want that?

Don't tell me. Purpose, right?

I want a serial-killing, ice-cream fuck
to crawl out from his vegetative crypt

because it beats the shit
out of playing Scrabble?

Is that it?

I agree with you.

The whole notion is batshit.

Can't shake it, though?

No.

[♪♪♪]

BRADY: Let's go.
We got things to do.

[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]

[CELL PHONE CHIMES]

[PANTING]

[VIDEO GAME BEEPING]

This flavor tastes exactly
like Cinnamon Toast Crunch.

You sure there aren't
any calories in E-Juice?

Can we, like, do something?

Slut-face?

One sec. I've
never gone this far.

[ENGINE IDLING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

Hey, you never told me your
boyfriend drove such a sick car.

Check him out.

BRADY: Oh, Barbara.

My, my.

How you've grown.

[♪♪♪]

GRACE: He's so creepy.

Not even second period,
and this is my third one today.

They're like locusts.

Granted, these are
summer-school students,

not the most focused
in the world, but wow.

- They're not concentrating at all.
- Listen, in our day,

we at least used to pass notes.

These kids just sit there
and stare at these things.

- I'm Ida Silver, by the way.
- Elliot Lee.

- I'm a volunteer too.
- Oh, teaching English?

Our mother tongue,
in the age of emojis.

I can't believe we handed these
things out to help them learn.

- So much for progress.
- Mm-hm.

[BELL RINGS]

- Nice meeting you, Ida.
- Same here.

The frontal cortex appears
similar to that of a healthy adult.

MONTEZ: What you're saying
is he shouldn't still be lying here

like a vegetable?

My working theory is it's an
unexplained manifestation of mutism.

[CHUCKLES]

Do you see yourself
retiring in 25 years

as the head of Neurosurgery in
Mercy General in Bridgton, Ohio?

No, I don't.

You want something more, right?

American dream?

Same here.

You know, there are
only two possible steps

after you run the
Homicide Unit for the DA.

The district attorney itself...

or straight off a fucking cliff.

Now, I'm going to be
the district attorney,

take my boss's job,
whether he says so or not.

But I need a case, Felix.

And no one's been thoughtful
enough to slaughter an entire family

or thrill-kill a bunch
of white women lately.

So I'm stuck looking for my
case, and this motherfucker's it.

I can't make him
sit up and talk.

But you led me to
believe that you could.

And I backed off your boss,
which would be news to my boss.

I'm helping you, Felix.

You need to help me.

Or?

Or...

I walk away.

And I look for someone else to
plug into the trial of the century,

and you'll see what it feels
like to be on your own again.

Pretty soon, you'll be moving out
of that big house in Sugar Heights

and joining me on Sycamore.

Well, there's nothing
wrong with Sycamore.

Sycamore and Spring.

Oh.

Fuck you, dude. It's not bad.

Got myself a contemporary
Craftsman, just had it painted gray.

My wife loves it.

But she ain't gonna
love it in five years.

I understand.

I've seen your wife.

I bet you do.

Ándale, doctor.

Make your medical
magic bullshit happen.

[♪♪♪]

BRADY: Contemporary
fucking Craftsman.

Bingo.

So group's been good?

Oh, group's been great. Mike
B. makes eye contact now.

Wow.

Anyway, I'm glad that you're
alive. We were beginning to wonder.

Oh, that was sarcasm.

You're being sarcastic. Heh.

- Look at you.
- My partner at work is sarcastic,

so I've gotten
rather used to it.

You're lucky you're working.

I lost tenure after Paranormal Science
published my article on mind control.

Too many claims,
not enough proof.

Bastards. They're
so closed-minded.

Well, I quite liked it.

I mean, I didn't
believe most of it,

but I thought the points
where you touched on

abnormal psychology
were very interesting.

- You read it?
- Oh, twice.

Actually, I'm trying
to understand

how some people can get
other people to do things.

Crazy things, like, um... Like Jim
Jones and the Jonestown massacre.

You wrote your dissertation

on how he convinced all those
people to kill themselves, right?

I did. Indeed.

So how'd he do it?

Well, first of all, he
didn't just talk them into it.

In fact, the majority of
human communication,

especially in
groups, is nonverbal.

Speaking of nonverbal
communication,

let's say there was a
mute, immobile psychopath.

Do you think that there's,
like, any possible way

that he could get
into someone's brain

and then convince that
person to kill herself?

Are you talking about
a particular situation?

No. Not at all. No way.

I just, um... I just need to know
if you think that it's possible.

I don't think it's possible.

I know it is.

Have you ever heard
of entanglement?

Like... Like quantum theory?

Exactly.

Yeah. What about it?

When you're dealing
with entangled particles,

they will never act
independently from one another.

One will always be in
control of the other one,

no matter how far apart they are

- in space and time.
- Okay.

And certain people,
manipulators, we call them,

they're able to maneuver energy,

be it physical or psychic.

Simple as that.

Do you know what Einstein called it
when he first discovered entanglement?

- No.
- Spooky action at a distance.

[DRILL WHIRRING]

How we doing?

It's okay.

You got that look again.

What look?

The "Hey, Jerome, you down
to break the law look today?"

Nonsense.

Just checking on
your gazebo progress.

- Just say it.
- Mercy General,

one quick hack, in and out.

Won't even break a sweat.

You shitting me?

No, I'm coming
around to the opinion

that what we've been
told about Hartsfield

may not be the whole
truth, medically speaking.

In and out.

You've lost your mind.

In and out.

Bill, you've lost your mind.

You know this is
straight-up criminal, right?

Criminal. I mean...

No, fuck it. No, you're
right. You're right. I'm sorry.

Forget it.

Look, before, I
got it, you know?

Good guy trying to catch
the bad guy makes sense,

but dude's in a coma and you
wanna hack into hospital files.

Just... I just said forget it.

Yeah, but you're not
forgetting. You're obsessing.

Holly was right.

Oh, you've been conversing
with Holly, have you?

- What the hell is wrong with you?
- You think I know?

Fuck's sake.

[SIGHS]

You know, people assume, as we
age, that, you know, this old-fuck wisdom

just clicks in.

Well, it isn't like that.

Fucking lose track of anything.

You want a little piece
of old-fuck wisdom?

Here it is.

Everything goes to shit.

Write it down.

I don't need to write it down.

I'm still very young, so
my memory's still intact.

[BILL SCOFFS]

Well, then, maybe you should give
me some wisdom for the young, then.

What do we tell the
young people these days?

Follow your heart.

[BILL SIGHS]

It works every time.

Well...

life for the heart is
simple, somebody said.

It just beats as long as it can.

[SIGHS]

Maybe that's what
I'm doing. Sorry.

[JEROME SIGHS]

I'm gonna get back
to work, all right?

Use the Phillips
screws on the top, right?

Yeah, got it.

[HEART BEATING ON MONITOR]

CORA: That's it, huh?

It's tiny, right?

Perfectly normal for
being 10 weeks in.

Notice that your
monitor's a little fuzzy.

My company has a model that
produces a breath-taking HD image,

and it's more than
price-competitive.

[CHUCKLES]

Budgets are due in a
month. Leave me your card.

Left it with the receptionist.

[CHUCKLES]

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

And this is for your fridge.

Everything looks perfectly normal,
guys. So I will give you a minute.

It's different when it's yours.

Our zygote can
feel your tension.

What's up?

Tell me.

Fucking Montez just threatened me
that he was gonna withdraw his support

if I didn't show him
some progress soon.

If Montez pulls out,

Pettimore's gonna start
sniffing around again,

and he has an ax
to grind this time.

Felix, if he orders
blood work...

- You kidding me?
- I know. Okay.

I'm gonna figure
it out. All right?

Fuck.

Barry in R and D, he just... He
just showed me this prototype.

It's an eye-brain thing.

It's years from market.

You think that'll do it?

- Come on!
- Hurry up!

[♪♪♪]

[PANTING]

Two douchey kids.

One soccer mom.

[ENGINE STARTS]

Let's go check out this
Craftsman palace, huh?

[BARKING]

And a huge motherfucking dog.

Hey, boy.

[SIGHS]

You were safer at the pound.

[♪♪♪]

BILL [OVER PHONE]: Yeah, what's up?
- I got in.

- What are you talking about?
- Mercy General.

I told you to forget it.

Look, the hack was
untraceable, okay, so...

- I mean, I think so. It better have been.
- Christ Jesus.

Fuck.

- What'd you find out?
- Brady's a vegetable.

I mean, I couldn't get into the
doctor's private server. It's locked up.

But I saw the whole file.

And look, if Brady's alive, it's
only in the most technical sense.

This doctor's got
airtight security

protecting his personal
files. Why is that?

I mean, that doesn't mean anything.
We can't prove it does, you know?

So how fucked up are
we for being disappointed?

[PHONE BEEPS]

Did you know that Sadie thought
Hartsfield was communicating with her?

I really can't be talking to
you. Babineau is on my ass.

Did you?

Did you hear what I just said?

I need help, okay?
Something's not right here.

Gee, you think?

- It's probably nothing.
- Yeah.

The moment Sadie jumped,

Brady's EEG was flat,
nothing going on upstairs,

but his EKG, through the roof.

So his heart was pounding.

Same thing happened when
you were up there visiting him.

Now, a million things
could cause that.

His body's broken.
Sometimes it misfires.

It doesn't have to
mean awareness.

But it could. Can I get
a copy of those reports?

Are you fucking kidding me?

They keep that shit
under digital lock and key.

They'd know I was in there.

I was thinking
something more analog.

I'm sure they still keep
file cabinets, right?

Could be wrong.

I'm not going to
jail for you, Bill.

BILL: Well, from my perspective,

seems you are
willing to go to jail.

Only, for Babineau.

If he is up to anything
illegal, he's not involving me.

A smart guy like that, he'll
have made scapegoat plans

if it all goes in the shitter.

Be good to have someone
on your side. My opinion.

I'll see if I can find anything.

[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR OPENS]

What are you doing?

♪ I feel like an immigrant
Setting sail to my own mind ♪

♪ I see the faces and figures
With no features and empty eyes ♪

♪ The destination is fuzzy All
I can see now is the flames ♪

BRADY: Fuck me, Al.

This place is disgusting.

♪ No words come out
My mouth's taped shut ♪♪

Nice knife.

Nice knife.

In the neighborhood?

Nope. Special trip.

- It's not my birthday.
- I ain't bearing gifts.

Right now, Maggie Wilmer is
in an office at Mercy General

refusing to speak without her
union rep. Wanna know why?

She got caught trying
to break into the office

of Brady Hartsfield's
neurologist.

Last time I was here,
I let you off the hook.

- You have shit in your ears that day?
- I don't see the connection.

I know that she's been
feeding you information.

- Why do you care?
- We also know that you've been making

unreported and illegal visits to
Hartsfield's room with her help.

You are a wealth of information.
But did you know this?

A person can truly go fuck
himself if he puts his mind to it right.

Fuck you.

Well, you never let
on you were clever.

You know the hospital
administrator, Pettimore?

He doesn't want the hospital
dragged anywhere near this shitstorm.

What shitstorm?

The one about to rain
down on your head.

So he's willing to give
me every fucking frame

of hospital security footage to
track your movement over a year.

And when we see that footage,

Pettimore is gonna pull
Wilmer's nursing certification.

Then she's gonna get hit with
fines somewhere upward of 50 grand.

And you, I'm gonna
personally walk through

your investigator's
license review myself.

And with this kind of violation,

you could say bye-bye
to Finders Keepers.

You won't be able to look for
your fucking car keys legally.

You done?

Actually, no. I'm not.

If any of this, and I mean
any of this, gets into the media,

I'm gonna hit you with
a Tier 3 HIPAA violation,

dump your ass in
D-Block for 10 years.

If I do 10 years, Antonio,
I'll probably die in there.

That's not my problem.

So, what's the extra nickel

for stomping your ass
into the fucking ground

and a few blocks up
this fucking street?

You're not threatening
me, old man.

No, I don't make threats.

Little fucking pissants
like you make threats.

This is a promise.

Well...

we'll see who's
making the threat...

and who's making the promise.

- Why are you doing this?
- You broke the law on my watch!

So it's about your ego.

It's about whatever the fuck I say it's
about. It's my case. It's my narrative.

Stay away from Mercy Gen.

Hey, pencil dick, which
would scare you most?

That I don't give a fuck...

or that I do?

Wow, again with the clever.

[ENGINE STARTS]

[TIRES SQUEALING]

Right before you left our last
session, you said, "I'm not worth it."

That until you take your life
back from Brady, you're nothing.

Do you still feel that way?

Yes.

Look, Brady Hartsfield
is a textbook psychopath.

He's incapable of empathy or
remorse or human connection.

So he could never feel you.

And even if he wasn't in a coma,

there is nothing he could say
that would bring you closure.

So, what, am I supposed
to just let him win, then?

Well, looking at it in terms of
winning and losing will not help you.

I need to talk.

What if you practiced what
you would say to Brady,

if you could?

LOU: Dear Brady...

Oh, fuck.

[LAUGHS]

Fuck you, Brady.

Fuck you.

Fuck you, you
sniveling little prick.

[♪♪♪]

[GRAVEL CRUNCHING]

[LAWN MOWER STARTS]

That's it. Back to your
lawn. Cut your grass.

Nothing to see here.

You know what really
fucking pisses me off,

is that somebody who's
pathetic as you could hurt me.

[BARKING]

Could fucking hurt me? Hmm?

[BLADE SLICES THEN DOG WHINES]

You fucking
little piece of shit.

Yeah!

Prick!

They gotta wipe
your ass for you.

Can't eat, can't drink.

Can't fuck. Not that you
were fucking, anyway.

Look at me. I'm walking around.

Oh, yeah.

I'm talking, huh?

I'm fucking.

Definitely drinking.

Maybe a little too much.

But who did they declare
the winner, Brady Hartsfield?

Huh? The bitch flat on her back?

Or the one on her
own two fucking feet?

You fucking lost, Brady!

Hello.

Hey, Ma?

I found a new toy.

You failed, and you'll
never hurt me again.

You'll never...

ever fucking hurt me again.

What is it?

- Maybe we'd better go inside.
- No, just tell me.

Well, we accessed
Sadie's text messages.

And?

Well, she was arguing
with Matthew about the baby.

Do you think Matthew had
something to do with this?

I don't know. It's just...

Things were a bit
rougher than you thought.

And she'd stopped
taking her medication.

Oh, no.

She promised me she
would stay on her meds.

She was worried about
the effect on the baby.

As you know,

going off her medication
as abruptly as she did

can cause a
chaotic mental state.

I just came from the
memorial, after the funeral.

She loved brownies.

I was up all night
making them, but...

I'm so tired.

How will I carry this?

No matter how many times I
call that phone in your hand...

she won't answer.

You said you would fix this. You
said you would give me answers.

I did.

I need the ones I wanted.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Natalie, I told you, I can't.

I'm on the other side of
town. I'm already at home.

Can't he take the bus?

I'm aware that he's 8. I
took the bus at 8. So did you.

Victor? I don't know
where the hell Victor is.

What do 17-year-olds
do in the summer?

Yeah. Your guess
is as good as mine.

[♪♪♪]

Yeah, I gotta call you
back. All right, bye.

[PHONE BEEPS OFF]

RUTH: He can type with this?

If the mutism is physical
and not selective,

this should enable
him to talk, yeah.

- And if it's not physical?
- I have a plan for that too.

[CELL PHONE CHIRPS]

I'll finish up here.

Look, you have plenty
of reasons not to talk.

I understand that. I do.

But I can assure you will
not spend a day in prison.

I've seen your brain, Brady.

You have exceptionally low
activity in your orbital cortex.

You know what that means?

It means you
were born like this.

You were never able to control
your actions. I'll testify to that.

Never in control of my actions?

It was my masterpiece.

I have half a dozen
eminent psychiatrists

who are also willing
to testify on your behalf.

[SCOFFS]

If you work with me,

I assure you will not
spend a day in prison

and you will live your days
out in a psychiatric hospital.

BRADY: Psychiatric hospital.
I can hardly fucking wait.

A state-of-the-art facility.

[♪♪♪]

Good food,

you get to see
the sky, take walks.

Not a bad life at all.

And the check is in the mail
and I won't come in your mouth.

And I didn't inhale.

Just play ball.

Well...

liar, liar.

[WHISPERS] I heard you
talking to Señor Montez.

[WHISTLES]

[IN NORMAL VOICE]
You wanna put me in prison.

You wanna put me in the chair.

Hmm.

[SIGHS]

Play ball?

Oh...

I thought you'd never ask.

[SIGHS]

AL: I don't understand.

I don't understand.

I don't understand. I don't...

I don't...

When I arrived, there
was hope on her face.

I crushed it like
a fucking roach.

Do you think in our marriage, we
were guilty of too much honesty?

Hmm? Or not enough?

I don't like where
this is headed.

When you lead with a question,
you end with a judgment,

and it's never in my favor.

Because I think we
were guilty of not enough.

Because when you're married,
and especially if you have a kid,

you gotta keep the peace.

Handle with care.

- I'm really about to get shat on here.
- No.

Billy...

the job always fucked you up.

And now, for you to knowingly go
down that same rabbit hole again...

this time, taking
Jerome and Holly...

Do you even know what
the hell you're doing?

Probably not.

You've spent your whole
life searching for clues,

looking for any detail
under every rock.

You need to pay attention.

- Anything good to say?
- No.

Remember, you used
to say about your law firm

that, all the rules
and regulations aside,

most cases came
down to the smell test.

- Do you remember that?
- Yeah.

You could sniff it?

Well, I know how fucked it is to
think this guy might be cognitive.

I am aware of it, all
right? And you're right.

It's selfish to drag Jerome
and Holly down my skunk hole.

But I have sniffed
this piece of shit.

He's more alive
than anyone knows.

He's fucking in there.

[VIDEO GAME BEEPING]

You're wondering about
the clothes, aren't you?

[♪♪♪]

Just bag them and burn them.

But get dressed first.

I might've fucked up again.

Already?

I mean, it's pretty early. Heh.

Because of my digging
around on Hartsfield,

Montez threatened
to pull our license,

which would
include your license.

I don't think
he'll do it, but...

Sorry.

Nothing to say?

What do you want me to say?

Something that will
take you off the hook?

Something that will make you
feel like less of a selfish jerk?

Yeah, something like that, yeah.

Holly, I know how important

being a private detective
has become to you.

And I have no intention
of jeopardizing that.

I never really set out
to be a private detective,

so much as I set out to be you.

You know, I admire how much
you commit yourself to the truth,

how you believe in
yourself, no matter what.

I don't believe
in myself at all.

Well, you should.

You know, I did a little bit
of independent research,

and while still implausible,
it is possible for Brady

to be faking his mutism and
influencing the actions of others.

Now, evidently, there can be
no classification of supernatural

when it comes to
the human brain,

as the boundaries of
nature have yet to be defined.

Are you hearing what I'm saying?

You're going down my skunk hole.

You're taking this pretty well.

Thanks.

I understand.

I mean, that's not to
say that I forgive you.

There is no record that
Finders Keepers was charged

with carrying out any duties
surrounding your activities

with Brady Hartsfield
or Mercy General.

My attorney will
draw up a statement

declaring that your actions were
outside the scope of your agency

and it had nothing to
do with Finders Keepers.

You were not acting as my employee,
nor were you being paid by anyone.

- Right.
- You will sign that statement.

That's fair.

It's not even close to fair.

Thanks for the breakfast,
but I'm not really hungry.

[SIGHS]

[CELL PHONE CHIRPING]

Bollocks.

[♪♪♪]

[GRUNTS]

♪ My little girl You're
so young and pretty ♪

♪ And one thing I know is true ♪

♪ You're gonna die
Before your time is due ♪

♪ See my daddy in bed a-dyin' ♪

♪ See his hair turnin' gray ♪

♪ He's been workin'
And slavin' his life away ♪

♪ I know ♪

♪ Has he been workin',
yeah Every day ♪

♪ Slavin' his life away ♪

♪ He's been workin', baby ♪

♪ He's been at
work, work, work ♪

♪ Work ♪

♪ We gotta get
out of this place ♪

ROSA: Let's go.
Last time. Let's go.

- Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six, - Ooh.

- Five, four, three, two, one.
- Unh.

Stop, stop, stop. Amazing.

- You did it.
- Ha-ha.

- You were great. That was awesome.
- Oh, yeah.

♪ My little girl You're
so young and pretty ♪

♪ And one thing I know is true ♪

♪ You'll be dead
Before your time is due ♪

♪ Yes, you will ♪

♪ See my daddy in bed a-dyin' ♪

♪ See his hair
been turnin' gray ♪

♪ He's been workin' and
slavin' His life away ♪♪

Hey there.

What's your poison?

[EXHALES]

Ginger ale.

Ginger ale. Coming right up.

- I'll have a double bourbon, please.
- All right. Coming right up.

- See the fucking time?
- Yeah, I'm aware of the fucking time.

What do you want?

- There you go.
- Thanks, doll.

Sure.

Someone broke into
my house, ransacked it...

stole my gun...

and then killed my dog.

Well, ex-con, old case? What?

That's what you'll
see on the news, yeah.

Come on. I don't
really give a fuck.

If you help me with this...

I will, um, forget about
what we discussed yesterday.

Why me? I'm sure you
have a slew of detectives

who are chomping at the bit.

Yeah, well...

I think this
involves Hartsfield.

I did something.

Something that I can't
risk Dunford getting wind of.

The motherfucker
will use it against me.

But honestly, it's starting to drive
me a little crazy thinking about it.

When I heard Hartsfield
woke up, I paid him a visit.

Privately.

Just he and I in the room.

And I'm not proud
to admit it, but...

I squeezed the
fuck out of his balls.

That's it? I'm sure people
have done worse than that.

Yeah, well, I also
said something to him,

something that I haven't said out
loud since sophomore year Latin class.

Just came to me.

Occupandi temporis.

Seize the moment
or some fucking thing.

Right.

Here's the important part.

No one,

I fucking mean no one was
within 100 feet of that room

when I said what I said.

And then this.

[♪♪♪]

Would you, uh, add two fingers
of whiskey, stand this on its feet?

BARTENDER: There you
go. MONTEZ: Same here, doll.

Thank you.

[♪♪♪]