Mr. Mercedes (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 3 - Lost Love - full transcript

Previously on Mr. Mercedes...

Son. Can I help you? You already have.

Oh, my God. Ah, it's you.

Final offer.

You keep the cash.
You give me the binders.

I'm gonna need you
to leave... Now.

You think I'm fucking around?

Got the location
from an anonymous tip.

Think this
is our third man? Seems like it.

What about
the stolen goods? Nothing.

Let's find out who sells
Rothstein memorabilia.



You think
that's what they stole?

That would explain their
buggering up the robbery.

I thought all his shit
was archived at Ohio State.

You killed John Rothstein.

So you got the manuscripts?

No.You think I'm daft?

I was the one who told you
about him hoarding cash.

While I was in the hospital,

somebody took the money
and the manuscripts.

You got to find who took them.
You need to get them back.

And I'm gonna help you, Morris.

I'm ordering that
the defendant be transferred

to the mental facility
in Columbus...

What? JUDGE RAINES: In order
to make sure



that you are mentally
competent to stand trial.

You got to get me out of here.
He finds me in here.

Brady Hartsfield?

He finds me in here.

Midway upon
this journey of our life,

I found myself in a forest dark,

savage, rough, stern,

which in the very thought
renews fear,

So bitter is it

that death is little more.

Dante was wrong.

Most men hit the forest
when they're young

and then spend the rest
of their lives lost.

What you learn is,
the only way out is in.

You got to go deeper.

You got to look harder.

You got to expose your heart.

The devil's in the details.

Most men don't have the
guts to look at them.

She refuses to take her meds,

which is not good
in and of itself.

Worse, she says Brady Hartsfield

is the one who's convinced her.

Come again?

He's evidently persuaded
her to just say no.

She talks to Brady?

And he answers back.
That's my bigger concern.

Hi, hey, sorry.

Um, they got an ID on the man,

the dead guy in the truck.

Uh, Stan McNair.
It's a local repairman.

Stan McNair. Stan the Man?

Yeah, Montez called
with an address,

so he said you can
just meet him there.

Okay, thanks.Mm-hmm.

Listen, we're gonna
need you to manage Lou.

Keep her tethered to the planet.

Any and all emotional support
we can give her at this point.

So where would I visit her?

At the facility where she's at.

The facility?

They have visiting hours.
I can secure a private place.

We need to rush this thing back
into court as fast as we can.

Her competency eval
is in two days.

Whatever we can do
to make her feel grounded.

Okay. Yeah, I'll go visit her.

I can do it. No, I'll go.

Holly... I can go.

Sorry, um...

No, I used to be in one of those
places, so that's...

I mean,
part of me thinks if I set foot

in one again,
they won't let me out,

but I know that's not true.

It's just my anxiety,

you know, my over active
amygdala talking to me.

So I just need to shush it.

So...

You never want
to have sex anymore.

I told you,
I'm a little preoccupied.

What, with your
real estate scheme?

Yeah, I don't believe that.

What 30-year-old guy
doesn't want to have sex?

Damn it, Danielle!

And that is the only emotion

I ever get out of you
these days.

You know what?
"Damn it, Danielle."

Okay, that is not
good enough. I am under some stress.

Yeah, so what else
are you not telling me?

Nothing! Are you cheating on me?

What? You are, aren't you?

Jesus Christ!

My mother once told me a man
never doesn't want to have sex.

If he says he doesn't want it,

then he just doesn't
want to have it with you.

Oh, God. And you know
what else she'd say?

She'd say...
She'd say, "Danielle",

"if somebody doesn't
want to fuck you,"

"then they must be fucking
somebody else."

So who the fuck are you fucking?

Would you keep your voice down?

You are out of your mind!

I'm actually well
with myself, Morrie.

You, on the other hand,

have been
a very different person.

Something has happened.
Why the f...

Why can't you tell me?

Nothing has happened.

Okay, I know you're
a very complicated person.

But I'm warning you that there
are only so many complications

I can take.

Hey, Saubers.

Slow down a minute, man.

Don't want to be
late for school.

You trying to avoid us, Petey?

Maybe if you ran
that fast on defense,

you'd actually win a game.

Very wrong answer.

Let go of me, you dick.

Look at you being brave!

We'll let you go. No, no, no.

First we've got some, uh,

transactional business
to discuss.

We'll be taking those shoes now.

Fuck off.

You're just full of wrong answers
today, aren't you?

What the fuck, man?

That's a fucking gun!

Calm down, man.
We're just... Go.

You're positive
he was shot here?

Yeah, there's blood everywhere.

Plus, we found the drill
that was used

to burrow into his head.

So the thinking is,
he was killed here

and then placed in the
truck pre or post-crash.

Post-, most likely.

Yeah, the neighbors say
he was a sweet guy.

Some priors,
mostly for passing bad checks,

but totally harmless.

I mean, he's got to be
connected somehow.

We're either on the scent,
or this poor gobshite

was used to throw us off it.

You got no leads at all, no? No.

Except what you were saying

about Rothstein
continuing to write.

That checked out, but since we
found no writings at the house...

They were most likely stolen.

You on top of all
the auction houses?

We are. All of them?

Yes, all of them.

Hi.May I help you?

Yes, um,
I was just looking for anything

regarding John Rothstein.

Mr. Rothstein's papers
are only available

to grad students, I'm afraid,
or professional researchers.

Um, okay.
Can you make an exception?

Well, if I started doing that,

every Tom, Dick, and Harry
would want to see the papers.

Okay, well, look.
I-I grew up here.

I go to Harvard,
and I'm thinking

of basing
my honors thesis on him.

You go to Harvard?

Yes.

Harvard University?

Yes.

The one in Massachusetts?

Ma'am, is there any other one?

Why would you be here in Ohio?

I'm just taking a semester off.

Uh-huh.

You have an ID?

Excuse me? A student ID,

one that verifies
you go to Harvard.

Yes.

I'm sorry, we don't get
many Ivy Leaguers here.

Oh, yeah, I understand.

I don't.

Ivy League people tend to skip
over Ohio like we don't exist.

Read and then sign
the rules, please.

Okay, of course.

That's basically everybody
within a half-mile radius.

All of them could have conceivably
walked to the crash site.

Those are the families
with dogs.

I figure dog-walking
increases the odds.

You took all
these pictures? Most.

Joy of a long lens.

I also stood on the shoulder of
the road above the crash site.

Nothing visible from Route Six.

So I doubt anybody saw
anything and pulled over.

More likely a hiker.

So what's the next step?

Break in their houses and look?

No, Morris,
that would not be the next step.

We're gonna have to be
a little smarter than that.

In fact, a lot
smarter, truth be told.

I need to be my most smart.

Jesus Christ.
It's 10:00 in the morning!

Well, what's that
supposed to mean?

You can't answer an early call?

Did Jimmy Gold ever complain

because a mission was too early?

This is not about J...

And don't tell me
this is not about Jimmy.

Those books are out
there, Morris.

They're new stories,
new adventures,

new roads taken by Jimmy
that we may never,

ever get to know about
or go down

unless we find
those manuscripts.

We're not doing this for me.

We're doing it for the money.

We're doing it for literature.

Now, eat your berries.

You're gonna need them, baby.

That's it. That's it.

Come on, Morris. Come on.

Give me your strength.

Oh! Oh! Oh, Jesus Christ!

Oh! Danielle!

What are you doing here?

I'm prettier than I look.

Wait, wait.
Did you follow me here?

Oh, come...

Look, I can...
I can explain this.

Oh, you can
explain this? I can... I can.

That?

I'm thinner than I look too.

Danielle.

Danielle.

Wait, Danielle!

Oh, my God.

Oh, I'm sorry.

She's your girlfriend, huh?

Oh, I'm so sorry, Morris.

Look, it's gonna sound
cliche, but I'm gonna say it.

If it's meant to be,
she'll stay with you.

And if she doesn't,

she was never yours
to begin with.

I'll make a fresh pot
of coffee, honey.

You look worse than I do.

I was once in a place like
this, which...

You know, it was...

Not the best experience.

Does the rocking help?

I beg your pardon? What?

Your body,
it's rocking slightly.

I see a lot of that in here.
Does that...

Yeah. Help?

It probably is just...

There might be something...
Womb-like about it.

Oh, that's...

Sounds nice.
Maybe I'll try that.

So, um...

Your exam is coming up,
and your lawyer...

Yeah, he's afraid
I'm not gonna pass.

Yes.

He says that you're
psychologically regressing.

That's why he sent you, right?

He said that Brady
is talking to you,

that he's telling you
not to take your meds.

Is that true?

Yes.

You see him a lot... Brady?

Off and on.

When's the last time?

He's here right now.

He's telling me
not to listen to you.

Okay.

Does he say why?

Basically he says...
He's all I got

and that if I take the meds,
it might serve to expunge him.

And once he's gone...

Okay.

Lou, I suspect
that you sense that...

This is you talking to you,

not really Brady, right?

Yeah.Okay.

Sometimes I know that.

Okay.

Sometimes I don't.

Do know one thing, though.

As angry as I am at him...

He's the closest thing
that I ever had

to family or friendship.

So, if I'm gonna
be stuck in here

with all these flatliners,

I don't know.

Might be good to have his...

Company.

Okay.

You realize that if you say
anything like this

to a psychiatrist,
you will be stuck in here.

You can't be telling the doctor
that he's talking to you.

He's talking to you now.

What's he saying?

He's saying...

"What is the big deal
with freedom?"

"What's so great about
the great out there?"

Might be a good thing
that I'm in here.

Uh, there's a certain
safety in here

that out there doesn't offer me.

I'm not a vulgar person.

And I think that people
throw around

the F word way too easily,

but sometimes it is
necessary to make a point.

And I'm gonna
make one right now.

There's no fucking safety
in this place.

Hmm?

These two are fairly
representative of the collection.

I'd start here.

Rejection letters?

From publishers.

The other box
contains hate mail.

We've got 20 boxes of those.

Why would he keep these things?

Rothstein mainly donated his
papers to get a tax write-off.

He had to give us something.

And so he gave you hate mail?

Man, we got to be
missing something.

There has to be something more.

I mean, he was about
his details, right?

He was good at holding grudges,

especially against those
who rejected or hated him.

I think he was inspired
by the letters.

You say these boxes are representative
of his collection, right?

Mm-hmm.

Do you have any boxes
that are not representative?

Danielle?

Danielle.

Danielle, please look at me.

This is not about
me and you, okay?

And I know...

How crazy that has
to sound, that...

Me having sex with another woman

doesn't speak to you and me.

She's older than Mount Rushmore.

It speaks to a lot of
shit, none of it good.

I've known Alma since...

I was a boy.

A choirboy, you could say.

What does that mean?

I lost my virginity to her
when I was 13 years old.

She got me into this

psychological

headlock, which
she's still got me in.

So you've been fucking
this woman since you were 13?

It has nothing to do with us,

with you and me.

Is that what you really think?

I mean, you really believe that?

Morris, this is a sickness.

Probably. Probably nothing. It is.

I mean, she's a pedophile.

If you were 13 years
old, then...

It won't happen again.

I love you.

I don't believe that.

And I don't think
you believe it either.

Look.

We all have our shit.

I know I have mine.

But yours...

And this Alma lady,

there is no more me and you.

Whatever shit
I signed up with for you,

I didn't sign up for this.

Don't leave me,
Danielle. I need you.

I need you.

I don't think she'll pass.

I mean, she's not good.

And the longer that
she stays in there is...

Is she on medications at all?

According to the doctors, yes.

But I'm not so sure.

Brady was in the room
as I spoke to her.

She said that? Yes.

And she's convinced
he'll be in the room

when she takes the exam, and...

He told her he plans to make
the doctor's eyes bleed.

Jesus fuck.

He's convincing her that
she belongs in the hospital,

or, you know, she's convincing
herself and using him as a conduit.

But either way, I mean,

is there any way
we can call off this exam?

Because she's clearly,
like, not ready.

I don't know.

I mean, like you say,
she could be even worse the day after.

I'm meeting with her
in the morning, so I'll...

Try and convince her
not to listen to Brady, but...

How are you bearing up?

Me?

Mm.

Can't have been easy,
going there.

No.

It was not.
It was not at all, but...

I shouldn't have put you
in that situation.

Well...

According to Brady,
you know, through Lou,

that's what you do,

you know,
put people in situations.

She said that?

Well, she's saying
that Brady said that.

You put Lou in a room with Brady

because it served your interests

and that you don't really
care about people in the end

so much as you care
about your quest.

Of course,
I told her that's not true.

They're saying on the news
that that crash might have

something to do with
the Rothstein murder.

Plot thickens every day.

Maybe the driver
killed John Rothstein.

You sound excited.

I'm not excited.

Just that it happened
in our own backyard.

Hmm. Our property value
may go up.

It's the celebrity of it all.

That's not how
that works, Marjorie.

You're the broker.
You should know.

They're also saying

that guy didn't die
in the crash,

the one in the truck.

He was shot in the head,
just like John Rothstein.

Whoever our anonymous tipster,

I'd figure it's one of
the houses up around here.

Mm.

Oh, I can look up,
uh, the registry,

see who lives
exactly where.Good.

Yup.

So we know nothing
about this tipster?

No, protected by law.Oh.

The man obviously
didn't give his name.

That's what we mean
by the word "anonymous."

Oh, yeah.

Go ahead. Say it.

Fucking Harvard.

I mean, we know he's a
he, though, right?

Yeah, Montez gave
that much away.

There's a kid and a dog.

Boogers.

I understand that he
either talks to you

or that you think he does.

What I am stressing,

and I cannot stress this enough,

the examiner cannot know this.

It's gonna be a woman.

I'm sorry? The doctor
who's examining me,

it's gonna be a woman.

Brady says it'll be a she
and that she'll have these...

Bloodshot eyes.

Lou, the first step

is, we get you
out of here, okay?

Maybe I should
be in here, Holly.

Okay, stop saying that.

I mean, do you want
a life with no freedom

where you get visited
by Brady Hartsfield?

Come on. That's not a life.

Now, we can help you get better,

but you have to pass
this exam first.

Why? So he can
get his 15 minutes?

Excuse me?

Isn't that what this
is about, Roland? Huh?

It's kind of like
a lottery ticket for you

career-wise, mm.

Right? You, the DA, everyone.

Just trying to get a little
piece of the spotlight, Roland?

Is Brady telling you that?

Is he wrong? HOLLY: Yes, he's
very wrong, okay?

Okay, you're here
because you shot somebody.

All right,
he didn't put you here.

Bill Hodges didn't put you here.

You did this to yourself.

And if it's not on you,
then it's on Brady Hartsfield.

You're actually gonna
listen to him?

He stabbed you once.

You gonna let him
stab you again?

I don't see how she
passes, you know?

I just don't.

Well, we did our best.
I think she heard you.

Let's hope.

And thanks for
standing up for me.

Yeah, well, she was wrong
to say what she said.

Do you, uh,
want to grab breakfast or something?

Have you eaten? What?

Uh, breakfast.

There's this diner
about three miles away.

Buckwheat pancakes. Oh, I would never...

Never what?
Eat buckwheat pancakes?

No, have breakfast.

Oh, you could never
eat breakfast.

Okay, uh, I see, uh,

the amygdala's going into overdrive.

I know a little bit
about racing amygdalas.

Yeah.

Racing amygdalas. Fucking idiot.

Help you?

Oh, I'm just looking.

For anything in particular?

Well, you... You got any
of John Rothstein's books?

I wish. Sold out.

Getting killed was a
good career move for him.

I can't even keep
his paperbacks in stock.

What about first editions?

Rothstein first editions?

Well, I mean... I mean,
he did live around here.

I ain't got any first editions.

Have you ever sold any?

Do you know
how much they're worth?

A lot. Why?

Oh, I just... Just read
all of his stuff

and hoped to, you know,
own one one day.

Uh-huh.

Oh, it's hard to say.

Usually when a guy
like Rothstein dies,

the value of his first
editions goes through the roof.

I mean, it's not like
he's gonna make more.

Mm, it depends on the book's
condition, of course.

But high end, we're talking...
$100,000.

Maybe more.

$100,000?

What about something
else, like, uh...

I don't know, his autograph?

Yeah, I've sold a few of those.

If it's just his signature,
maybe a few thousand bucks.

But if it's on
a letter he wrote,

something original,

could be worth more than
the first editions, even.

How much more?

Hundreds of thousands at least.

And that's for a one-pager.

If it's a long letter
about something,

could be worth
a million at least.

I like to see young people
getting into literature.

Tell you what.

Let me see if I can find
something in your range.

Got all sorts
of contacts out there.

You leave me your telephone
number, your email, I'll...

Oh, I'm, uh... I just...
I just realized I'm late for something.

Um, uh, I'll be back later.

You didn't get his name?

What else did he say?

No, exactly, Andrew.
What did the kid say?

Um, you know what?
Actually, buddy, I'm gonna call you back.

What's going on?

Uh, nothing.

Sounds like a pretty
big deal for nothing.

Just... Work shit.

Work shit?

Landscape work shit or Route
Six real estate work shit?

Danielle, I really need you...

I really need you to stop
breaking my balls.

Okay.

I'm done breaking
your balls, Morris.

Can we talk about this?

And you think, like,
talking about it

is gonna make me okay with
you banging this sick old lady

you've been fucking
since you were 13...

Danielle...

Who you've continued to fuck
during our relationship?

I promised myself
I'd sleep on it,

that I'd absorb it all
and not act rash.

So here it is fully absorbed.

I'm gonna go to work,
and then I'm gonna come back

and I'm gonna get all my
stuff, because I am done.

Hey.

You cannot just walk out!

Get your fucking hands
off of me.

Danielle...

Remove your fucking hands.

Fuck!

I've never looked,
but Rothstein listed these as tax records.

Okay.

Floppy disks.
Yeah, I read about these.

I mean, do you even have a
computer that can read these?

Believe it or not, we do.

Whoa.

So what exactly am I looking at?

Well, according
to the library catalog,

these are Rothstein's
tax returns.

But he kept these photos
hidden in a subfile.

What are these?

Like, he kept files on the women
he slept with or something?

The guy was a perv.

Which makes sense because Jimmy
Gold was a misogynistic perv.

Mm, yeah, in the beginning,
but he grew up.

Gold grew up.

Rothstein didn't.

Well, you can't judge the art
by the artist, though, you know?

I mean, hate the man,
but don't throw out the work.

Caravaggio killed people.

Cellini was a rapist.

Listen, I have something else.

Yeah?

And it hits a little
closer to home.

How do you mean?

That woman.

Blow those up.

Ida.

Wow.

There's no reason to be nervous.

About to get my head examined.

Makes me a little...
Little nervous.

Wouldn't it you? Fair enough.

No.I beg your pardon?

It's not fair enough.
It's not fair at all.

Brady Hartsfield
killed a lot of people.

And he would have continued to
do so had I not stopped him.

Okay, what we're doing today
isn't about Brady Hartsfield.

Everything is about Brady.

Well, whether that may be true,

this is about
how we move forward.

This examination does not concern your
mental capacity at the time of the shooting.

Rather, I'm only interested
in your current state of mind

and your ability to form
a defense strategy.

Do you have any experience
with the legal system?

Uh, yeah, my...

Experience
is that it doesn't work.

Okay.

Could you elaborate on that?

Well...
Not to dwell on Brady, which, uh,

you say this has
nothing to do with.

He killed many,

he was finally caught,

and instead
of seeking retribution,

the federal government
filed a habeas corpus

to gain custody

and study his brain

for the betterment
of all mankind.

When the law sees in a serial
killer a windfall for society,

that tells me that the law

and the legal system
are a little bit fucked.

My focus right now
is whether you'll be able

to effectively participate
in the system,

whether you'll be able to contribute
meaningfully to your own defense.

Lou.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I'm just, uh, processing that...

That, uh, question.

It's a good question.

Um, I can...

Contribute to my own
defense because I...

I'm on my own, so I must.

Oh, Jesus!

Oh!

You just like to show up
unannounced, don't ya?

Since he was 13?

13 years old?

He was strapping,
if that matters.

Look, honey,
you can't take it personally.

Oh, I can't take it personally

when you're fucking him and he
doesn't even want to fuck you back?

I'm kind of like that Barry White
song, you know?

The first, the last,
the everything.

You shouldn't be jealous of me

any more than I
can be jealous of you.

He's had other girlfriends.

He always comes back.

You're sick.

We're all sick, I suppose.

Truth is,

I'm kind of doing you a favor.

A favor?

Morris is damaged goods,
Danielle. You know that.

Whoever's with him is gonna be on
the receiving end of that damage.

I'm built tough. I can take it.

You're a beautiful girl.

And beautiful young girls
can break free of chains.

Break free of Bridgton, Ohio.

There is nothing here for
you in this godforsaken town.

Go take that pretty smile
and make yourself a real life.

You do not want
to be with Morris.

Why should I believe
anything you say?

Because I was once your age.

And I was beautiful like you.

And I thought I could make
my dreams come true here.

And so I stayed.

And look at me now.

Go have a life, Danielle.

Looks like you're making a
pretty good life for yourself.

Got a man, nice house...

With good artwork, especially
the artwork in this living room.

Oh, my God.

The paintings, the drawings,

the photos of houses.

You know,
people who live off Route Six

where a car crash happened

where they found a dead guy
who they now think is connected

to John Rothstein's murder.

I mean, if I ever got
a house like this,

that is exactly
how I'd decorate it.

You know, I have never
seen such a pretty room.

I think I'm gonna take a picture
of this for Architectural Digest.

You know, I think they'd
really love what you...

It's the way he was acting.
Fishing, you know?

And how old? Oh, 15, 16, 17.

Hard to tell
with kids these days.

And you got his picture?

I'm getting it right now.

And here he is. That's him.

Can you blow that up some?

A little. Not a lot.

I want the face.Yeah.

That's the best I can do.

And he was asking
specifically about Rothstein?

Specifically and only.

And by the way,
he's not the only one.

What?

Somebody else came in looking,

asking about Rothstein.

Who?

Hold on.

He looks familiar. He should.

That's the detective who broke
the Mr. Mercedes case.

And what's your
connection, Morris?

My connection? Yeah.

Everybody wants to know about
Rothstein, including you.

'Cause the worth of his books
is only gonna go up.

So if people came in with them,

I want to know.

As a buyer.Uh-huh.

And where would
you get the money

to buy a Rothstein book?

Wherever I need to.

Okay.

Keep in touch, man. I will.

Is this gonna become public?

Shouldn't need to.

Oh, my God. My son.

God.

Oh!

Is there any reason
that you didn't tell me?

Well, I...
'Cause I was embarrassed.

Come on, Ida.

It's 30-odd years ago.

Yeah.

Well, I was married
to a very good man.

Oh.

You know, more than
any other thing for me,

my self-esteem is all bound
up in my being honest,

my being loyal.

I was neither.

I'm just so ashamed.

I've never known you and shame
to have much of a dialogue.

He was an adventure ride.

No, I've never been one to,

oh, dwell
on the meaning of life.

For me, it was always more
about experiencing life.

And with John Rothstein,

I-I just felt so... Alive.

In bed, sitting at a...

At a table
over a glass of whiskey,

a cup of coffee.

And his mind, my God.

The man's mind.

When he broke it off with me,

that was the most insane
pain I've ever known.

And it was made worse
by the fact

that I couldn't tell
anyone about it.

So I just had to, oh...

Go through it on my own.

How many pictures
are we talking about?

A few.

Could I get copies?

I'll work on it.

You looked
quite beautiful in them.

I felt quite beautiful
when they were taken.

We need to go to a pub.

What?

In Ireland, if you lose
the love of your life,

you have to have
a proper commemoration.

It can only happen
in a pub. Come on.

Get your dancing shoes on.

Oh, my God.

I feel like such a fool.

Well, you don't look
like one. Let's go.

A date?

Yeah, well, I mean,
it was just for breakfast, but...

But you think it's a date?

Jerome, when a man asks
a woman out for pancakes,

it is rarely about the pancakes.

Mm.

Not that I've ever been to
pancakes with a man before, but...

Okay, do you think this is
a good thing or a bad thing?

It's a bad thing.
It's a terrible thing.

I think. Why?

I mean, you said he
seems like a good guy.

Yeah, I know.
Well, that might be a problem 'cause...

I might like him
and he might like me,

and, you know, when
two people like each other,

then they go on another date
and then another date,

and then expectations
come into play,

you know, expectations that
I'm not equipped to fulfill.

It's him. Finkelstein?

Yeah. What do I do?

Pick it up. No, I can't pick it up.

Holly, pick it up.

Okay.

Hello, this is Holly Gibney.

That's...

Really?

Oh, my Go... Okay, thank you.
Okay, bye.

Lou passed her competency exam.

What? Yeah.

She's going to trial.

What are you doing? Just reading.

That old notebook again? Yeah.

Pete, come on, man.

What are you keeping from us?

Nothing.

Nothing?

You know, the thing
about the truth, Pete,

is that it always comes out.

You're being way
too hard on yourself.

I don't think so.

Look, I have to think,
of all the sins in life,

falling in love or maybe
even discovering love,

that's got to be one
of the better ones.

I'm just especially embarrassed

that you know about it.

Because?

Because to be seen

through the eyes
of someone you admire

as a... As a...
As a person who would...

Well, I'll bet
that you are not guilty

of an infidelity with Donna.

Infidelity, no,

but indifference,
which, truth be told,

might be a bigger betrayal.

I was never there.
I was never around.

Not enough, you know?

Well, if he...

If he saved his correspondence,
including his hate mail,

you might discover
a few letters from me.

I wield a pretty powerful
pen when I'm angry...

Or hurt.

And he... He did hurt me.

God, you really loved him.

He wasn't worthy of it.

Maybe he was.

Thank you guys.

Gonna take a short 15-minute
break for you. Thank you.

Ida, somebody
way smarter than me

said that we regret more the things
we didn't do than the ones we did.

Oscar Wilde.

Don't tell me you shagged him as
well, did you?

You. Well, he's
another Irishman.

Right.

Where you going?

Well...

Commemoration isn't
complete with whiskey.

Need to make it official.

At least my mother used to say
we did anyway, so here we go.

Um, I'm... I'm not sure
if it's open mic night,

but, uh, you'll sure as shit
be wishing it wasn't.

This one is for a friend and for
love, I suppose, or whatever.

Um, yeah, you can just go
back to your cocktails.

Don't pay me any heed.

This is just between me
and a friend,

and it's commemorative,
so you'll just have to fucking endure.

Oh, fuck.

Oh!