Mr. Mercedes (2017–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - Nobody Puts Brady in a Crestmore - full transcript

NARRATOR: Previously
on Mr. Mercedes:

[IN SINGSONG VOICE] Ollie,
ollie, oxen free. Come on out, Brady.

- I did not kill a dog!
- Al, they've got you on tape!

BABINEAU: Patient's reacting
very strongly to the visual stimuli.

That's a sure, concrete
sign of progress.

The patient is still non-verbal?
Clearly, you're missing something.

Your objective?

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Brady gone.

Shipped to Crestmore.

What did you say to
him in the hospital?

I asked him why
he spared my life.



So Ireland? With Donna.

BILL: Yep, Ireland.
- Ha-ha-ha.

Thought any more about
school? You going back?

- What if I want this life?
- That's fine.

Be a part of it with
a Harvard degree.

Felix, give me my passport.

Tell me the truth. Did Vitalta
demand you go to China?

- No.
- So much for being in this together.

- Haven't cut your hair in three weeks?
- Remember, not too short.

AL: Little trim.

- Around the ear.
Razor. REGGIE: Ow!

Oh!

- I'm not Al.
- I'm Brady Hartsfield.

Spot of tea?



- Can't I...
- Ida?

IDA: Elliot, this is Bill.

- Hi, Bill.
- How you doing?

[YELLS]

[GRUNTING]

[ALARM BLARING]

[♪♪♪]

[CHUCKLES]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

[YELLING]

[GRUNTING OVER PHONE]

AL: I'm gonna fuck you up, Kermit.
- Bill?

AL: Hey!

[GUNSHOTS]

Bill?

Bill!

[♪♪♪]

♪ 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 ♪♪

[FOOTSTEPS]

Bill?

Bill. Dear God.

Bill?

[BILL GROANING]

Ah, Jesus Christ.

Ow.

What happened?

He was here when I got home.

Well, do you know him?

He was inside the house.

He had a gun.

- It's here someplace.
- Well, don't worry. I'll find it, I'll find it.

I didn't just shoot
him for no reason.

Well, of course not. I saw
it. I saw the whole fight.

He was gonna kill you.
I will testify to that, Bill.

He was in my house.

Holly.

No, she's not here.

Bill. Bill, listen to me.

I just saw her drive
off 20 minutes ago.

She is not here.

Jesus Christ.
Come here, sit down.

Here. I beg you.

[GROANING]

Jesus.

Here, can you just give me that?

It's evidence now.

Seeing fucking stars
and comets and ev...

You probably have a concussion.

- Well, if I don't,
- Jesus Christ.

It's doing a good bloody
imitation of one anyway.

Oh, my God. What
the hell happened?

Al something...

He works in the
hospital. He killed a dog.

Oh... I think I just might puke.

- Okay. Elliot, could you get some water?
- Sure.

It's through there in
the kitchen, and call 911.

ELLIOT: Okay.
- Also... Like a damp towel.

Where else are you hurt?

[SIGHS]

My ribs, shoulders,
knee, elbow, balls.

Yeah, well, they're certainly big
enough... Pretty hard to miss, yeah?

They're on their way.
Somebody called them.

Here. Please.

- Put this on his head.
- Yeah, thank you.

I'm gonna wait outside for them.

Let me just staunch
this. Hold on a minute.

He called me Kermit.

What?

He called me Kermit.

[SIRENS APPROACHING]

But how is that possible?

I don't know.

IDA: Here, hold still.

[PANTING]

[♪♪♪]

Marco.

Polo.

Hi, brother.

Is Mom here?

I told you, she's gone.

Can we watch TV?

Of course we can.

BABINEAU: When did they start?

Eight fifty-eight.

I've never seen brain
activity this strong.

These are the readings of
someone who stepped on a third rail.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Gotcha.

You can't hide anymore, asshole.

Your public awaits.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

So will I live?

I don't like your vitals,
to be honest with you.

You're showing signs of
post-concussive trauma.

You're a cheery fuck.

That's the personality type you want
in your paramedic, fucking Carrot Top?

What the fuck is Carrot Top?

Two rounds, huh?

He kept coming.

He's big, but, uh...

He wouldn't stop.

I'm not judging, I'm just saying if
you'd gone for that headshot first,

- you could've saved a bullet.
- Oh, fuck off.

I'll be back.

Uh, the phone picked up,
and I heard someone scream:

"I'm gonna fuck you
up, Kermit," and...

Uh... Then there was...

When you approached the house,
you saw the deceased attempting to...?

Well, Bill was on the floor.
He had him on the floor.

He's pinned him down,
he was on his back,

and the guy was just pounding
and punching and punching his face.

I thought he was gonna kill him.

[IDA TALKING INDISTINCTLY]

Okay. Your statements all jibe.

Your ex-wife heard the whole thing
on the phone. Did you know that?

No, I didn't.

She's the one that called 911.

Good news is
it's all cut and dry.

Got out of jail, took the gun he
stole, and came looking for you.

Yeah.

It all checks out
except the "why" of it all.

Did you talk to the brother yet?

Just sent a unit over there.

I'll catch up with
you at the hospital.

On three. One, two, three.

Hey, wait, wait. What?

- Careful.
- What's happening?

Okay, okay. We're
gonna go to the hospital.

- I don't need to go to the hospital.
EMT: Oh, you need a hospital, trust me.

[BILL GROANING]

Gentle, gentle.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hi, Ida.

Jerome, I'm ready to go.

[HIP-HOP PLAYING
OVER HEADPHONES]

Jerome.

Jerome!

Can you turn off your fucking
music for like one second?

I need a ride to
Grace's. You promised.

Whoa, what is with
your attitude lately?

- Attitude?
- Yes. Attitude.

You've been stressing
everybody out, Pops, me.

- I've been walking...
- Stressing Dad out?

My allowance has been cut
in half, we stopped eating out,

and he just got rid of cable
because we can't afford it.

So before you get all up in my
face, look in the mirror, Harvard.

Don't you need a ride?

I can drive you.

I'll walk.

[DOOR CLOSES]

[SETS KEYS DOWN]

[SIGHS]

[DOG WHINING]

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

Hey. Ida?

Yeah.

Yes. Yeah, yeah. I'll be
there in a minute, okay?

Okay.

JEROME: Ida. HOLLY: Hi.

JEROME: Hey.
HOLLY: How's he doing?

I don't know. He took
a hell of a beating.

I don't know how he's doing now.

HOLLY: Okay. JEROME: What?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hi.

Well, he has a concussion and
some torn ligaments, cracked ribs,

which are gonna hurt
like hell, but he's okay.

IDA: Oh.
- Uh...

He's alive.

IDA: Wow.

Okay, good. See?
Everything's fine, all right?

When can we see him?

They're not letting anybody
back there. Believe me, I tried.

Okay, so, what happened?

I don't know who this guy was.

It was just an
unbelievable fight.

Bill shot him.

JEROME: Shot
him? IDA: Yeah, dead.

Police are crawling
all over his house now.

It's a bad scene.

He cut up his
brother, slit his throat.

It was grim, man, looked like
some kind of Van Gogh shit.

You saw him with
his brother, right?

Make any sense to you?

I know, but it's a slam dunk.

He slashes his brother to death,
and he comes at you with my gun.

Did they get the gun?

We got it, and it's bagged for
evidence. Don't worry about it.

[SIGHS]

The Al Jursak I talked to
wasn't the same guy I killed.

Not the same guy.

[GRUNTS]

He told me in the street that he
had lapses of memory and stuff.

[GRUNTS]

But just before
the second shot...

my... He gave me this look
like it was as if he didn't...

He didn't quite
know where he was...

[♪♪♪]

like he was waking out of a nightmare
looking down the barrel of a gun.

And you gave him
a head tap anyway?

[GUNSHOT]

It was a fraction of a second
as I was pulling the trigger, but...

But in that fraction
of a second?

Like he was coming
back into his own mind.

And who was he before that?

Brady Hartsfield.

We gotta stop looking for rational
explanations, for stuff that's...

They're unexplainable.
I know what I saw.

Just before I killed this
guy, he was Brady Hartsfield.

Called me Kermit,
for fuck's sake.

Like...

Believe it or not, people are
dying because he's been kept alive.

[SIGHS]

He is, he is.

Yeah, he is. He's
breathing up in his room.

[SIGHS]

And he's looking
out for the next...

He's looking for the next
Library Al, the next Sadie.

Are we just gonna let it go on

because we don't want
to believe that it can?

I wanna make another
run at Pettimore.

He's got two dead employees now.

Maybe he's ready to believe that
there is such a thing as bad publicity.

Yeah. Thanks.

You understand what
we're both thinking here is...?

Categorically insane.

Are we just gonna let it go on?

Fuck, no.

Get some rest.

Thanks.

[SIGHS]

BILL: Have you been
here the whole time?

[LAUGHS]

[GROANS]

- Jesus.
- Should I...

- No, don't make me laugh.
- Sorry.

It's all right. It's
not your fault.

Whoever, whatever Brady
Hartsfield is these days,

he can't keep on hurting people.

You know, not people I...

He can't. You
know I won't allow it.

If he is inhabiting people,
it's because of the medicine,

the drugs that
they're giving him.

And we just have to prove that
they're giving him illegal drugs

in order for them to stop
giving him illegal drugs.

Yeah.

That's right.

It all goes away.

This.

Us.

It all goes away.

I mean, today you almost...

I didn't.

Yeah, could have, though.

And I can't hold this
world sometimes.

I can't, because I know
that it doesn't hold me.

It's just letting me visit.

Yeah.

We're renting for sure.

[SOBS]

No option to buy.

[SNORTS]

Oh, sorry.

I wish I could tell you...

what you mean to me...

and how much that frightens me.

It cuts both ways.

I don't like the feeling.

I know.

[HOLLY SIGHS]

Caring for people is scary.

Happiness is lovely.

[HOLLY SNIFFLES]

- Mm-hm.
- Not really controllable.

You can't tie it to a post.

Can't get rid of you, can I?

About to say the same thing.

- We're moving you to a room upstairs.
- Okay.

[MONITOR BEEPING]

Funny, I don't remember giving
the go-ahead on open brain surgery.

It was an emergency
procedure, all right?

Our deal was that I'd protect you from
Pettimore if you run everything by me.

If he gets an infection, a blood clot,
a paper cut, run everything by me.

I told you it was an emergency.

I'm telling Pettimore to boot him
to Crestmore as soon as possible.

He moved his hands earlier.

And he's been using the eye
apparatus to type out messages.

I mean, you give
me one more month,

and I swear, I'll get
him walking into court.

We were supposed to be
partners in this, and you lied to me

over and over again.

Now I'm done.

Just one more push and the
floodgates will open. I swear.

- Two of your employees are dead.
- But that has nothing to do with him.

- No?
- No! I...

The Germans, the
Russians, the Chinese,

they're leagues ahead of us in
life-saving stem-cell research,

all because regulations
stymie progress in this country.

If I have a chance to save lives,
it's my responsibility as a doctor,

as a scientist, to
take on those risks.

Maybe...

but it ain't mine.

Say your goodbyes.

MAGGIE: What the fuck, Bill?

They said you killed Al.

He attacked me.

He was armed.

Two days ago, he
killed Montez's dog.

That is crazy.

Everyone here is flipping out.

Just give us a few to get
him set up in there, okay?

- Brian, can you help
me, please? BRIAN: Sure.

MAN 1: We're waiting
for our friend, Will.

Hi, friend.

[CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING OVER TV]

Sounds like a dog to me.

MAN 2: Hi, Willie. How
are you this morning?

Very good.

I have a little surprise.
Close your eyes.

- All right, open up.
- I'm sick of apples.

- Yeah. MAN 1: All right.

MAN 2: That's Willie Whistle.

I'm sick of this show.

The pain killers will kick in pretty
soon so you'll get a good night's rest.

We'll run tests in the
morning and kick you loose.

- Thanks, Maggie.
- Okay.

Visiting hours are
almost over, folks.

If you need anything,
tell them to beep me.

I'm working a double.

Okay, thanks, Maggie.

Uh...

Time for you all
to shove off, I think.

I kind of feel like
sticking around.

Yeah, me too.

I'll stay for a little bit
longer as well, yeah.

Can a man not
convalesce in peace, no?

Oh, well, okay.

Fair enough point. I'm
just gonna be down the hall.

Go home.

IDA: Yes, Bill.
- All of you.

- You gonna eat this apple sauce?
- Choke on it.

All right. Okay.

Remember that the number
one killer of hospital patients

is staph infection, okay?

So don't get one of those.

Jesus. How do I avoid that?

Um... Wash hands often,

keep cuts and scrapes
clean and bandaged,

and don't take any personal
items from other patients,

especially those with open
wounds and hacking coughs, okay?

Bye.

[GROANS]

[SOFTLY] Rest, okay?

I'll be back in a little bit.

I will.

[COINS JINGLE]

DONNA: Come on.

[BANGING ON MACHINE]

- Goddamn it!
- Donna.

Donna. Donna.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

It's okay.

When does it end, huh?

When he's dead.

And he killed a man. Nobody
seems to give a shit about that.

Only to save his own life.

I know. I know.

Of course I know that.

[SIGHS]

- I hate this.
- Mm-hm.

- I've never been good at all this...
- Yeah.

Mess.

Well, girl,

this is the guy you married.

This is who he is.

Oh, God.

What did you want to eat?

I don't care. I don't...

Anythi... Pretzels. Pretzels.

Whatever.

[BAG DROPS]

Hey, Jerome.

Where the hell is Holly?

I don't know.

Oh, for chrissake.

[GRUNTS]

[MONITOR BEEPING]

[♪♪♪]

You don't get to win.

You do not.

[DOOR OPENS]

[DOOR CLOSES]

What are we even calling
what happened yesterday?

One of your employees went
off the beam, killed his brother,

attempted to kill the man who
helped stop Brady Hartsfield

from blowing up 200
people at Edmund Mills.

- Yes.
- Thank you so much.

We'll call it "the madness."

The madness, then.

In light of yesterday's madness,

I'm comfortable transferring
this patient the hell out of here.

I'll start the paperwork.

I won't forget this.

I should be getting the Nobel, not
shipping my patient off to hospice.

No.

The higher-ups have called a
meeting in about five minutes.

Why?

To review the efficacy
of our endeavors

and decide if significant
re-evaluation is warranted.

What language is that?

If said re-evaluation concludes

that our potential exposure is
too great or could become so,

the project will be placed in turnaround
or enter a trial period of disintegration.

I don't understand you.
Speak fucking English.

They're terminating
the project, Felix.

What?

Liang's concluded that they
have all the trial data that they need

and that it would be best

that any evidence of Cerebellin
dies in Crestmore with Hartsfield.

You already told him
he's being transferred?

The good news is that Jiànkang
Ni can use all of our findings

to refine the cocktail and
eliminate the side effects.

And, yes, I told them.

What did you expect me to do?

Help me stop it, maybe?

You don't think things
are a little volatile?

So, what, we just... We
flush Hartsfield down the toilet,

wait for the perfect specimen
to come and sit in our laps?

No.

Felix, your part
in this is done.

What the fuck are
you talking about?

You're too unstable.

I am not unstable.

You threatened me.

[STUTTERING SLIGHTLY]
Oh, come on, I didn't threaten you.

Yes.

Yes, you did.

You hold my passport hostage?

Fuck you.

Do you hear me?

Fuck you.

You know, what happened to
making a name for ourselves,

"leaving our mark on
the history of science,"

"getting the fuck
out of Bridgton"?

There were two employee deaths
on your ward in less than a month,

ex-cop, a prosecutor
sniffing around,

and glacial progress,
that's what happened.

As of now, the FDA has no
idea that any of this is happening,

and Liang wants
to keep it that way,

especially if he's gonna be selling to
American markets in a couple of years.

And when that happens, well,
no, we didn't change the world,

but we have stock options.

[IN NORMAL VOICE] Jesus Christ.
Cora, I'm not in this for stock options.

I don't think you're
hearing me...

You're not in this
at all anymore.

And what about us?

Honey, I'm in this
for the long haul.

You know that.

Besides, where would I go?

You have my passport.

Oh, shit.

DONNA: Wait, I'll come around.

- Wait a minute. BILL: Okay.

[GRUNTS]

- I said, wait. What are you doing?
- I'm all right.

- Okay, okay, okay.
- Watch out, watch out. I got it, I got it.

Okay, easy.

- You okay? Can you walk?
- Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just a bit wobbly.

All right. Here. Here. Easy.

- Lock the car, will you?
- Yep.

[GRUNTS]

[CAR ALARM CHIRPS]

They said I'd be good
as new in a few days.

Yeah?

Yeah, like it never happened.

- Go ahead, get the door.
- Okay. All right, I got it.

Go. Just get the
door. It's all right.

What's this?

Home for lunch?

No work today.

Well, now that I got a job, I
figured I'd start helping out.

You...

You paid for groceries?

Yeah.

Uh... I saw that you
were behind on some bills.

Go on. Go on. I'm listening.

So I...

I figured it had a connection
to my school bills, you know?

And you thought it was
appropriate to get in my business,

then take it upon
yourself to help me out?

Pops, it was just, you
know, buying groceries.

That what you thought?

No. It's not what I...

No, not "you," "us." I
figured I'd help us out.

Go through my bills?

Pops.

Go through my bills.

Buy groceries for my table?

Wow.

[SCOFFS]

Heh. When I'm in
an old-age home...

and you got a nice
job making six figures...

when you buy a car that
you pay the insurance on...

when you have kids of your own,

then you can pay for all
the groceries you want.

But for now, your
job is to go to school.

Buying food, that's my job.

And you don't take
another man's job.

Are we clear?

Return the rest of this shit,
and get your money back.

Shut the door, have a seat.

- Fuck's he doing here?
- Dr. Babineau tells me

you were planning on sending
Brady Hartsfield off to hospice.

Why is that a problem? You
wanted that to happen from jump.

I hear the patient's
moving his hands,

communicating with
the help of a keyboard.

I honestly believe he'll
be talking in no time, sir.

I don't know what this
guy's told you, but it's bullshit.

This town went through
trauma last year, real trauma,

and now it needs closure.

Christ. How many episodes of
Dr. Phil do you have on your DVR?

I never believed Hartsfield
would be healthy enough

to stand trial and give
this town what it needs.

But now we might be able
to give the devil his due.

From what Dr. Babineau's been telling
me, it's looking like a real possibility.

I think I'll even try
the case myself.

There's a lot going on in that
hospital you don't know about.

Mm. I have
plausible deniability.

You?

You're fucking incredible.

Hartsfield stays. Have
I made myself clear?

Well, that's not
up to us, is it?

I'm aware of that. Do
you know who it is up to?

His name is Neal Jeffries. He's the
CEO of a company that owns Mercy Gen

as well as nine other
hospitals in the Midwest.

I don't know him myself.

But I was on his boat last week.

Who you got on your side?

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

- Hey. Tony.
- Hey...

- Hey, can I come in?
- Yeah, yeah.

Don't get up. I'm only
gonna be here a second.

Brady's staying.

What?

DONNA: Lie down,
lie down. Don't get up.

Babineau got to my boss
the same way he got to me.

He painted a picture of Hartsfield
being judged for his crimes

in the trial of the century.

Apparently, he moved
his hand yesterday.

What?

Apparently?

The resurrection's begun.

I thought you should
hear it from me.

- Thanks.
- Take care of yourself, okay?

- Thanks, Tony. Thanks.
- I'll keep you posted.

Sorry about that.

Fucking piece of shit.

Fucking mass murderer.
He'll outlive the whole lot of us.

No, no, don't. Give it
to me. Give it to me.

[BILL GRUNTS]

If you let it affect
you, he wins.

He's an affront to humanity.
He's got to be stopped.

Not your job anymore.

It's not your job.

Whose is it?

Okay.

I love you.

I love you too.

I always have,
and I always will.

I know it. Look...

I...

I'm not trying to...

It's not that I don't unders...

I know it's...

I know. I know.

Did you ring Allie?

I did. I did. She's all right.

That's good.

I told her you're all right.

Good.

Maybe I should just...

go up to Seattle
and visit her for a bit.

- Okay. Yeah, good. Yeah.
- Yeah. Yeah.

Want me to... Want
me to tell her anything?

Tell her I love her.

Here you go.

It's not every day you get a hair
sample from a mass murderer.

The origin of the sample
must remain between us, okay?

So your friend at the university,
is she still willing to run the tests?

I mean, sure.

Great. Okay, so
here is a list of drugs

manufactured by well-known
pharmaceutical companies.

Please see if she can find any
traces of those in the sample.

Also any other
foreign-looking compounds.

I wanna know about those,
especially, the sooner the better.

On it. I'll drop this off
first thing tomorrow.

Thank you.

So that chemist is
doing you a big favor.

Yeah.

Is she your friend?

Yeah, you could say that.

Is she a close friend?

I guess so.

Is she your girlfriend?

Oh.

No. She's not.

Good.

So once you get
the results back,

I will allow you to take me
out to dinner to discuss them.

Like a date?

Is that a yes?

Good. I'll see you then.

Okay.

[♪♪♪]

[♪♪♪]

♪ Sha bop sha bop ♪

BRADY: Mom.

♪ Sha bop sha bop ♪

♪ Are the stars out tonight ♪

♪ Sha bop sha bop ♪

♪ I don't know ♪

♪ If it's cloudy or bright ♪

♪ I only have eyes ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ Sha bop sha bop ♪

♪ You are here

♪ Sha bop sha bop ♪

♪ And so am I ♪

♪ Sha bop sha bop ♪

♪ Maybe millions ♪

♪ Sha bop sha bop ♪

♪ Go by ♪

♪ But they all disappear ♪

♪ From view ♪

♪ And I only have eyes ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ Sha bop sha bop ♪

♪ Sha bop sha bop ♪♪

GERALD: Time to go, brother.

[♪♪♪]

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]

[BIRDS CHIRPING]

Ollie, ollie, oxen free.

I'll match the blood we
need there. Let's get that.

Hey, what are you doing?
Hey, this needs to go back in.

All this needs to be
hooked back up now.

- Transport's on its way, sir.
- No. It's not happening, okay?

- Everything's been canceled.
- Mr. Pettimore... He just came in...

Pettimore was
misinformed. He knows that.

You can call him if you
like, but on your time.

On my time, all of these machines
need to be hooked back up now.

MAN: You know, it's not your hospital.
- No. It's my ward.

[♪♪♪]

How'd you get in here?

Tell me he's getting
tests someplace.

He's got to be
here. He has to be.

Does it look like he's here?
You got security. Call it in!

BABINEAU: Jeez.

Call security.

Do it now!

[♪♪♪]