Mr. Mercedes (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 4 - Trial and Terror - full transcript

Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"...

All of 'em could have
could have conceivably

walked to the crash site.

So, what's the next step?

- Oh! Oh, Jesus Christ.
- Danielle!

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

Got any of John Rothstein's books?

- Sold out.
- What about first editions?

- Do you know how much they're worth?
- If it's a long letter,

could be worth a million, at least.

It's the way he was acting, fishing.



That's him.

- He's not the only one.
- What?

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

You're positive he was shot here?

We found the drill that was
used to burrow into his head.

You got no leads at all, huh?

- No. We found the writings at the house.
- Most likely stolen.

It's him.

Lou passed her competency exam.

- What?
- She's going to trial.

Looks like you're making

a pretty good life for yourself...

photos of houses where
they found a dead guy.

I think I'm gonna take a picture of...



I miss Satan. Really, I do.

Satan used to be somebody...

the Prince of Fucking Darkness.

Pilgrims knew him.

They burned witches

because Satan's got some evil
goddamn friends out there.

The worst crime that my
generation ever committed

is that we murdered Satan.

Now nobody's evil.

They're damaged, they're misunderstood,

they're unloved, but they're not evil.

God forbid you say that.

But here's a problem.

If there is no Satan,

then there is no God.

And where there's no God,

there's Mr. Mercedes

plowing into a bunch of innocent people

looking for jobs.

Hodges.

W-w-w-w-wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait!

No! Oh!

No, no, ow, ow!

Aah!

It was proof that Satan lives,

and we are all...

... just too fucking weak to admit it.

Okay, okay, okay.

Coming, coming.

What the hell time is it?

7:45. Known in Ohio as morning.

Are you all right?

Was having a fuck of a nightmare.

There's both a doorbell to ring

and a door to knock on, you know.

- What are you doing?
- I'm cleaning.

What does it look like I'm doing?

Spilled some red wine.

What are you doing?

I maybe have a lead.

I got a high school buddy, Andy
Halliday, runs an old bookstore.

Yeah, you told me. You got a bite?

Well, some kid came into the bookstore

asking about Rothstein.

That kid!

We have ourselves... a positive ID.

That's the Saubers family.

Fuck.

I've seen this kid playing with his dog.

There's also a private
detective on the sniff.

Came to the bookstore
asking about Rothstein.

Here.

Bill Hodges.

- You know him?
- I know Bill.

He's a bloodhound, only less handsome.

- You say he's sniffing?
- Seems so.

I don't like that.

Then again, he could lead
us to the holy grail.

If he's looking for those manuscripts,

we should keep close tabs, hmm?

The man is a bloodhound.

Wow, a tie. What's the occasion?

Going to court.

The trial of the woman who
killed Brady Hartsfield.

You're going?

Yeah, I have to, for whatever reason.

Pete, we, uh, we got another
envelope this morning.

$9,000.

Bringing the total up to $32,000.

Oh, my God.

You have no idea where
this is coming from?

Actually, I do.

Pete, you've been pretty...

secretive as of late.

My mind keeps going to those
expensive shoes that you've got.

I just can't help but think...

- Dad...
- Just let me finish, Pete, okay?

You're not in trouble.

Or I should say you're
not in trouble with me.

If you need help, let me help you.

I don't need help.

Where'd you get the money?

It's not coming from me.

I promise.

Yes, perfect. Thank you. You too.

Hey. I have some good news.

Good.

Okay, so it turns out
Rothstein took out insurance.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's called, um,
stated value coverage,

which basically means
the cost of replacing

whatever was in the safe.

Stated value coverage,
as in subject to appraisal.

Exactly.

- Books.
- Yeah, it has to be.

His daughter said that he
never stopped writing.

I mean, she said that he
had tons of notebooks,

just unpublished manuscripts.

Tell him the best part.

So the insurance company, Hannaford...

they've offered a reward:

$700,000 for any information

that would lead to the
manuscript's recovery.

I mean, that means we're
no longer doing this

just for the love of
American literature.

This is much bigger now.
We're talking money.

$700,000.

Mm-hmm.

And maybe another break.

I just got off the phone
with Shirley Landon.

She's an EMT.

Stan the Man, the guy that
was found dead in the truck,

the one that you think
was planted there?

- Yeah.
- Turns out, she remembers him.

Apparently, he dropped off
another half-dead guy

off at the hospital like some,
uh, Good Samaritan drop-off?

When?

The night of Rothstein's murder.

- Well, let's go.
- No, no, you need to be in court.

Jerome, you go to the hospital.

We're talking about a
lead that could bring us

straight to those books, Holly.

I realize that, and also
possibly $3/4 million.

But we need to be in court.

And by court order, in case you forgot.

I'll go. I'll take the information.

Yes.

Take information. Don't give any.
Do you understand?

Sí, kemosabe.

- What does that mean?
- Bill.

It means you're no longer a lone ranger.

You have two sidekicks right here.

Come on. We really have to go.

Ciao.

Yes!

This ups the ante, and
not in a good way.

This reward money?

Other people are gonna be lookin'.

Morris, are you listening to me?

- I'm listening.
- We need to turn the screws

on this Saubers kid now.

Or Hodges.

Hodges doesn't have the books.

He's just looking for 'em like we are.

But he may have more
information than we do.

That kid lives in the area.

He was in the bookstore
asking about Rothstein,

what we was worth.

He's our best bet.

The question is, how do we make our play

without tipping our own hand?

I would've thought she'd be back by now.

'Scuse me?

Danielle.

Oh, for God's sake.

She didn't even pack up her shit.

Not even a note.

You really loved her.

I just don't get it.

Morris, you're a nice guy,

good-looking.

But it's not the case that...

well, whatever women find in you,

they can find elsewhere,

and I don't say that to be mean.

Every woman I've ever
cared for has hurt me...

my mother, Danielle.

I never hurt ya.

You raped me when I was 13.

But it was loving.

Set her free! Set her free!

Set her free! Set her free!

He wants us all in chambers?

According to the clerk.

Why the fuck why?

With this judge, anybody's guess.

- Do not threaten him.
- I'm not gonna threaten him.

Yeah, well... just don't.

As you well know, I've tried to
prevent this trial from happening.

That being said, Ms. Linklatter,

you have been found competent,
and it is therefore

your legal right to
have your day in court.

And as loose a cannon
as I might strike you,

and certainly you, the law wins out.

American exceptionalism
is alive in the courtroom,

especially mine.

Noble principles of jurisprudence

let no man make a mockery thereof.

For me to allow the defense
to argue self-defense,

that would be such a mockery.

So that affirmative defense is denied.

Judge, you cannot do that.

I can. I do.

I must. The facts do not
support self-defense, mm.

Nor will I allow you to
argue jury nullification.

You might as well direct the verdict

in favor of the prosecution.

That authority is not available to me.

Ms. Linklatter, you continue to refuse

any plea deals, which is misguided.

So I've summoned Mr. Hodges,
Ms. Gibney to be here for this.

It's come to my attention

that these are the people
who best have your ear,

and I'm hopeful that they will
be able to get through to you

in a way that I cannot,

because if you continue to
go through with this trial,

it is my considered and strong
opinion that you will lose.

Question.

Uh...

if I'm to tell you to go fuck yourself,

should I do that now or wait
till we're in the room?

Very solid attempt to incur my bias!

Not gonna...

not gonna happen.

Well, the good news is
that I... am human.

Part of me is...

well, glad that you killed
that son of a bitch

Brady Hartsfield.

But the bad news is that
once I put on this robe...

I live up to it.

I'm gonna leave the room
to the defense team

so that you can confer.

We don't need to confer.
Let's just do this.

Time's a-wastin'.

- Lou.
- This doesn't involve you, Kermit.

Um, I-I'll take the room

if your offer's still good... alone.

I have nothing to say to you.

Then it falls to me to do the talkin'.

You called me Kermit.

It's your name.

Brady tell you that?

Holly tells me that he talks to you.

Well, she shouldn't have done that.

I told her that in confidence.

Listen, I'm no shrink.

Oh, well, we should
leave it at that, then.

But you need to let Brady go.

Easier said than done.

Lou.

He's the reason why I'm in here at all.

But to get you out of here,

which is the mission
of the fucking day...

You have to keep the
man out of your head.

I can't.

He's knockin' around in my brain too.

At the end of the day, we're
all fucking head cases.

I get it.

But our only hope

is to hang on to our wits,

even if only by a thread.

You need to be hanging on to yours.

I don't see how you win this trial.

With public sentiment on one's side,

nothing can fail.

Brady say that, did he?

It's Abraham Lincoln.

I killed the biggest monster...

ever in the history of this town.

The public is gonna set me free.

The facts don't support her.

Set her free!

The law doesn't.

She's off in the fuckin' head.

Yeah.

I don't see how this hand
gets played. I really don't.

Well, um, Finkelstein is good.

I mean, we just have to
hope he's great, I guess?

You fancy him, don't ya?

What?

Finkelstein.

I do not fancy him.

It's not a crime.

The makeup.

That looks to be a new dress.

Just open the door.

Mm. What's your perfume?

Vanilla? You smell like cookie dough.

You don't get to say
things like that to me.

- Why not?
- Because you're my boss, okay?

You're not supposed to take
note of how I look or smell.

It's practically illegal for you
to even notice I'm a woman.

Don't you read?

And where would I read that
fuckshit, on your Facebook?

I'm not allowed to notice ya as a woman?

Would lunatic be okay, gender neutral?

- Jesus fuckin' balls.
- Okay.

♪ Just the same old thing ♪

♪ Just the same old thing ♪

♪ No matter how much
love you try to bring ♪

♪ Just the same old thing ♪

You want to tell me

why you didn't finish the assignment?

I didn't see the point.

You didn't see the point?

How would it benefit mankind?

I let that question be my compass.

And finishing the assignment...

I didn't see how it
would improve mankind.

You never miss a chance

to be a smartass, do you, Morris?

I've decided instead of a detention,

I'm gonna give you something else.

I'm gonna give you something
a little more memorable.

This book is not on the...

school board's approved reading list.

I might get into trouble
for giving it to you.

At least I hope so.

You and Jimmy Gold will get along.

He's a sarcastic,
self-hating little shit

just like you.

_

Hey. How'd it go?

No pay dirt, but I've got something.

Go on.

Um... okay.

Well, Stan McNair delivered a man,

mid-30s, to the hospital.

Said he found him on the side
of the road on Route Six.

Apparently, he was hit by a car.

Took him to the hospital,

and the man gave the
hospital a fake name,

only to leave the next day
and never be seen again.

Did they get anything
on him... DNA, photos?

Uh... well, they took his blood,

so I guess they have his DNA.

But they're just grainy photos
from a... old corridor cam.

Just shows a man walking out,

but you can't even recognize him.

Shit.

But... I have a theory.

This should be good.

- 'Scuse me?
- All right.

What's your theory?

Okay.

The John Doe patient was driving
the truck that crashed.

He crawls out of the ditch,

and that's when Stan the
repair guy finds him

and takes him to the hospital.

John Doe patient leaves the hospital

to find Stan the Man, probably to,

you know, find his stolen goods...

and kills him,

puts him in the truck.

Why is this Shirley person
telling you all this?

I don't know, but she seems
to be telling everybody.

You knew about this.

It's still fluid, and we
haven't positively confirmed

that it was Stan McNair that dropped
the guy off at the hospital.

Yeah, you have a pretty good idea.

- Calm down.
- You didn't let me in on it.

We get the information, we confirm it,

- and then I give it to you.
- That's bullshit.

We made a deal... you scratch
my balls, I scratch yours.

We didn't make that deal.
Thanks for the visual.

What about the guy at the hospital?

You got a bead on him?

No. But we're working with
one of the treating nurses

to come up with a composite sketch.

Which you will give
straight to me, right?

This is about that reward

that's got your balls
all itchy, isn't it?

No, it's the principle.
We agreed to keep each other

in our respective loops.

Bill, you're a little amped up, okay?

I'm not keeping anything
from you, I swear.

Fucking look at me when
you say that, will ya?

I am not keeping anything
from you, Bill Hodges.

What are you gonna testify to?

- I'm sorry?
- Lou's case.

You're número uno on the
prosecution's witness list.

I'm gonna go in and
tell them what I saw.

If you bury her, I'll fucking...

Oh, what the fuck?
I do not have it out for Lou.

What is this, "Accuse
Your Local Latino" Day?

What exactly do ya plan to say?

I plan to say what we both saw
happen in that courtroom.

I'm not about to commit perjury.

And why can't you get Lou
to cop to this plea?

'Cause I can't.

She's convinced the
jury will set her free.

Involuntary manslaughter?

Yeah.

I don't think the DA would go for that.

I don't need the DA to go for it

because I'm not looking
for a plea or a deal.

I just need you to argue
that that's what it was.

And since involuntary
manslaughter's not on the menu,

the only choice the jury will have

will be between first-degree
and not guilty,

and I'm betting they're
gonna choose the latter.

The DA can always add the
lesser included offense

like involuntary, in which case
the jury would have a choice.

All right.

So then they'd choose
involuntary manslaughter,

which is six to eight.

Factoring in mitigating circumstances

and time already served,
I could be out in 18 months.

That... I can fucking handle.

So she never left the house... not once?

Not once.

I don't understand.

I know Susie Banks at Safeway.

She says Marjorie Saubers
goes grocery shopping

every Wednesday, regular as clockwork.

And she usually takes the
crippled husband with her.

Well, she didn't go today.

I had no chance to go inside. Trust me.

I do not like this.

This reward money...

there are gonna be more
scavengers in the area,

all on the sniff.

Time is of the goddamn essence.

Morris.

Danielly-belle didn't know
about all this, did she?

No.

You sure?

'Cause bitchy-ass girlfriends
have a way of knowing things.

And she in particular
was clearly a snoop.

She followed you here.

Who knows what other
suspicions she may have had.

Why past tense?

- What?
- You said,

"What other suspicions
she may have had."

Past tense, like...

she's no more.

She is no more.

She's no more your girlfriend.

Best for you to be thinking
of her as past tense too,

'cause that's what she is... gone.

Why are you lookin' at me like that?

Nothing.

Tomorrow. Hell or high water,

we're searching the Saubers' house.

I'll go with ya.

- I'm leaving.
- Going where?

Home. It's late, you know?
I-I got a big day ahead.

We both got a lotta tension built up.

You don't think maybe we should
burn a little bit of it off?

No. I do not.

You look too pent up to sleep.

And Danielle's not there
to decompress you.

- Forget it!
- What did you say?

I said forget it.

Don't make me come over there

and sit on your head, Morris.

Good night, Alma.

The DA won't dare offer
involuntary manslaughter

for fear the jury will jump at that.

But if they don't think
it's first-degree

and first-degree is the
only charge on the menu,

then they gotta come
back with "not guilty."

- Right.
- I mean, it's brilliant, actually,

which brings me back to
somebody's helping her. Huh?

Well... maybe your legal eagle
acumen is rubbing off on her.

- Mm?
- You know, I hear that happens

when people spend a lot
of time together, so...

Am I rubbing off on you?

Sorry.

- No, I-I'm sorry.
- No.

I shouldn't have said that.
That was wrong.

No, no, it wasn't wrong.
I just... wasn't ready for it.

But I don't...

which I may never be, so...

May I ask a question?

Of course.

Are we on a date?

Would you like it to be?

Well... what I'd like is for
you to answer my question

with something other
than another question.

We're having dinner,
discussing the case.

Right. Okay.

But...

I'm hoping that it will
feel a little like a date

so if we ever were to have one,

it won't be such a jolt.

Why was she on fire?

What?

Lou! What do you think that was about?

Her being on fire?

Shit if I know.

Something about Satan.

Rothstein was banging on
about needing him back.

Satan?

Yeah, the world needs him back

because he's better
than the alternative.

Oh-ho! God?

People.

Well, that actually sounds like him.

Maybe people do haunt us.

Rothstein certainly had
a way of haunting me.

That's really why I'm
teaching him again.

How did the class go?

You know, not so bad.

Kids today, they think
everything is stupid.

Jonathan Swift's "A Modest Proposal"...

stupid.

"Young Goodman Brown," by
Nathanial Hawthorne...

so stupid.

But when I...

when I set the table with
the Jimmy Gold trilogy,

I think I had them.

Wait'll they actually read them.

You know, John always said
you gotta grab 'em by the balls.

Course, I'm not allowed to do that.

Yeah. It's not fair.

What's the matter?

Maybe I'm the Satan in the dream.

Okay. Why?

Everybody I touch suffers...

my wife, my daughter, Janey, now Lou.

- Oh, come on.
- You better mind yourself.

Nah, just bear with me.

From what I remember in "The Inferno"...

Dante talked about Satan as a...

a nonentity, kind of an absence,

which I definitely was for my family.

He said that the empty
sack causes the suffering.

And you called me an empty
sack yourself once.

No, no. No.

I said your life was empty.

Yes, I did.

And Dante... Dante spoke
of the empty soul,

not an empty sack.

Same difference.

You are so far from being an empty soul.

You're really worried about her.

Lou.

She's fucked.

My doing.

Not everything is your doing.

But this one is.

Give it to me.

Okay.

We wait till everybody's out.

What?

Nothing.

Okay, not nothing. Something.

- Only I don't know what it is.
- Mom.

You are not yourself these days.

You come home, you go to your room,

and you bury yourself in your books.

What, So we've gone from,

"Go upstairs and do your homework,"

to, "Don't go upstairs
and do your homework"?

Okay, don't you dare insult me.

I am not stupid.

Is it a girl?

What?

Teenage girls can wreak emotional havoc

on teenage boys.

- There's no girl, Mom.
- I was one.

Sometimes teenage boys

can get teenage girls pregnant.

Mom, for God's sake.

But mostly, teenage boys
tend to be carefree.

Morning.

You going to court?

They say it's gonna happen today.

No more of this... pretrial nonsense.

No school?

I'm about to leave.

Just gotta finish this assignment.

I don't know why you feel
the need to be there.

Because I do, Marjorie.

How many times are we gonna
have this conversation?

I just...

What?

You're doing better.

I... I see you trying,

and you're doing better.

I worry that all of this is gonna
stir all of that up again.

I told you I'd make my way back.

That's what I'm doing.

This is...

a part of that journey, I guess,

but I have to be there.

I don't understand the problem.

The problem is,

while most people couldn't get in here,

special accommodations were made

for victims of the jobs fair massacre.

This room and the deck has
been emotionally stacked

in favor of the defense.

W-wait a second. Are you telling me

that you can look out there

and readily identify
victims of the jobs fair?

I'm telling you what is, Your Honor,

and contrary to the rumor,
juries are not stupid.

They will read those faces.

He will point to them like props,

exploit the hatred
against Brady Hartsfield

- to make the populist argument...
- Oh, wait, so you know my case now.

I know you, and I have
a pretty good idea.

The Sixth Amendment
guarantees the defendant

the right to a public trial.

- But you cannot cherry-pick...
- I didn't cherry-pick anybody.

- All right.
- And the court has a duty

to keep extraneous influences
out of the courtroom

which may serve to contaminate

- the process of justice, Your Honor.
- Brady Hartsfield ran down those people

or members of their families...

you call them extraneous?

This is exactly what I'm talking about!

Motion denied.

I want my objection on the record.

Of course you do. So noted.

Bring in the defendant
first then the jury.

She doesn't look good.

No.

Looks like Miss Piggy is
finally off to market.

Why so nervous, Morris?
This is a simple B and E.

Not like you'll need to be

shooting somebody famous in the head.

- You think you're funny?
- I'm just saying

this is a piece of cake
and it's also right.

- Right?
- Yes.

Those books, if they're in there,

are more rightly yours than theirs.

It's called self-help,

which is what the country
is comin' to anyway.

We're influencers, you and me.

I'll keep watch.

We're on.

You must be Boogers.

You know who you remind me of, Boogers?

John Rothstein.

He snarled and growled
at me just like you.

Only things didn't work
out too good for him.

But I got a feeling that you and I,

we're gonna get on much better.

Oh, oh.

Hey, hey.

Now, I know you don't mean that.

Okay, okay, I hear you.

You're asking the most universal
question known to man...

and maybe to dog as well.

"What's in it for me?"

You got principles you stand for.

I want you to forsake those principles,

so you're rightly asking,
"What's in it for me?"

Oh!

Hey...

Your reward for choosing
to look the other way.

Huh?

Oh... ah.

That's a good Boogers.

Okay.

Ms. Pace, we'll hear from you.

A little over four years ago,

Brady Hartsfield stole a Mercedes S 600

and deliberately drove it
into a crowd of people.

People who were standing
innocently in line

to attend a jobs fair.

People a bit... down on
their economic luck,

hoping to turn a corner.

They stood in line...

daughters,

mothers, boys,

men,

babies.

Innocent people.

And he mowed them down,

maimed many more.

We're still so stuck in that day.

The police couldn't catch the monster,

so we just lost hope.

Evil had won out, so it seemed.

But then we did get him...

a foiled attempt to kill a hundred,

maybe a thousand more at an arts gala.

The monster was caught.

He needed medical treatment,

so we'd have to wait until he was healed

before we put him on
trial, so we waited.

And waited and waited and waited.

Finally, the day came.

We had Brady Hartsfield in a courtroom.

The community of Bridgeton,

the victims... stood poised

to finally get the closure

we were all so desperate for.

Lou Linklatter, the defendant,

she was in the courtroom that day

giving testimony against Brady.

But as the evidence will show,

she was not about to concern herself

with anyone's need for closure.

She was not here for law and order.

She was here for revenge.

And vengeance she got.

She pulled out a 3-D printed gun

which she herself made,

walked right up to him calmly...

said, "I do not forgive you,"

and she then blew out Brady
Hartsfield's brains.

Witnesses... you will hear from some...

say that as Brady lay there,

he looked almost at peace.

A smile, even, on his face.

Maybe he sensed he'd won in a way.

No prison. No suffering.

No facing the wrath of
those he so devastated.

He was spared.

Spared a trial, spared prison time,

spared having to face down

the pain of all his victims.

She spared him.

People who waited so long
to address the monster

and make him see, make him
feel their anguish...

they didn't get that.

She took that from them.

She took the law in her own hands

and committed premeditated murder.

That is not in dispute.

Now, we know who and what

Brady Hartsfield was,

and we know who the defendant is...

a victim of Brady's

who let herself be
overtaken by her rage.

And we know what the law is, don't we?

Now, if you really think about it,

the only thing we don't know here is...

which this trial will
ultimately decide...

is who are you?

Fuck!

What the district attorney left out...

Brady Hartsfield wasn't in
court that day to stand trial

for his sins.

It was a competency hearing

where Brady was seeking to avoid

being held accountable,
and as that was going on,

the federal government had
issued a habeas corpus motion

to take control of him

so that they could put
Mr. Mercedes in a hospital,

study him to help chart medical
progress on the brain.

Brady Hartsfield wasn't
destined for prison

or the death penalty.

He was headed for "60 Minutes."

He was going to be celebrated,

a poster boy for the
miracles of modern medicine.

Ms. Pace talks about closure.

Honestly, I don't even
know what that means...

vindication, revenge, getting even?

What's closure?

My best guess,

it's this feeling of
settling the score somehow.

Lou Linklatter settled a score,

one that this justice system
was not willing to address.

Put him in a cushy hospital room.

Give him three squares.

Let him help doctors win peace prizes?

That is not the score

the victims of the jobs
massacre had in mind.

It is most certainly not closure!

Ms. Pace wants to prioritize

Brady's victims today,

make sure their needs are met.

Who do you think gave them
what they crave most?

The judicial process?

Or Lou Linklatter.

Nothin' at all?

I looked everywhere.

Well, then they stashed
them someplace else.

- Maybe it's not him.
- It's him.

And it's time for plan B.

The room felt like it might
explode. I kid you not.

I think the presence of the victims,

the anger, the anguish...
it was all so charged.

It's as if Mr. Mercedes

is not gone, not even close.

Everyone in the room.

Brady Hartsfield has not let go.

He's gonna be the final
legacy of this town.

No.

Our legacy will be that
we killed John Rothstein.

I spoke to the doctor who
worked on the John Doe patient.

Says he went by Mike Lee as his name.

Okay.

Yeah, I think...
you might be onto something

with that theory of yours.

The guy Stan the Man
delivered to the hospital

was probably the person
that killed Rothstein.

So, uh...

how'd it go in court today, good or...

Uh...

It's hard to say.

Both lawyers were good.

Very good, but...

How did Lou seem?

Well, mm...

Less good.

It went okay, I think.

It's probably a wash.
How'd you feel about it?

Good.

Lou, don't take this personally, but...

that rocking you're doing right now,

you were doing that some in court today.

It calms me.

I understand.

But, uh... it makes you
look unhinged, so...

Not that that's terrible,

since the crux of
involuntary manslaughter

is, it just kinda happened.

You didn't plan it out so much as...

It just happened?

Here's the deal: you looking
a little off is good.

It mitigates against culpable intent.

But... if you seem too off,

for you to be back out on the street,

the jury's gotta want you
back out on the street,

and if you come off as scary,

they won't want that.

I wanna call Holly.

Holly Gibney?

I want you to call her as a witness.

Because?

She's one of Brady's victims too.

Brady blew up her aunt.

She... bashed his head in,

put him in the coma.

I think she'd make a riveting witness.

- Even so...
- I'm not finished.

She could be a de facto surrogate.

She took matters into her
own hands, like I did.

She let Brady have it, like I did.

Only, she's pretty

and not a lesbian.

The jury, they'll relate
to her, they'll...

they're gonna root for Holly Gibney!

'Cause she's sympathetic
and relatable and...

she's likeable.

Like me. Ha.

You make the jury fall in
love with Holly Gibney,

which I'm sure you can
easily accomplish, Roland,

and then you turn to me and you go,

"Look. She's just like Holly."

And the best... the best
part about this is,

Pace's blather about how the victims,

they didn't get their due,

they didn't get to go toe-to-toe
with Brady Hartsfield...

Well, Holly... she's one of them.

She got to go toe-to-toe with Brady.

And she bashed his head in.

There's your fuckin' closure.

If you like Holly,

mm...

wait till you see Lou.

Oh, my God.

Oh!

Diamond in the rough, right?

I'm sorry?

Holly.

Diamond in the rough.

Like that... Neil Diamond song.

Lou.

Oh, my mother.

God, she loved that song.

Not that she wasn't the worst...

mother in the world.

I'm gonna...

Think all this over.

- ♪ Holly ♪
- It might be a good plan.

♪ Holy eyes ♪

♪ Dream of only me ♪

♪ What I am ♪

♪ What I believe in ♪

♪ Holly holy ♪

♪ Holly holy ♪

♪ Dream ♪

♪ Wanting only ♪

♪ You ♪

It's a good song.

♪ When she comes ♪

♪ And I run ♪

♪ Just like the wind will ♪

♪ Holly holy ♪

Bah-bah, bah-bah,

bah-bah, bah-bah!

♪ Sing, sing a song ♪

♪ Sing a song of songs ♪

♪ Sing it out ♪

♪ Sing it strong ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Call the sun in the
dead of the night ♪

♪ And the sun gonna rise in the sky ♪

♪ Touch a man who can't walk upright ♪

♪ And that lame man, he gonna fly ♪

♪ And I fly ♪

♪ Ah ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ And I fly ♪

♪ Holly holy love ♪

♪ Take the lonely child ♪

- ♪ Sing ♪
- ♪ Sing a song ♪

♪ Sing ♪

- ♪ Sing ♪
- ♪ Sing a song of songs ♪

♪ Sing ♪

- ♪ Sing ♪
- ♪ Sing it out ♪

- ♪ Sing ♪
- ♪ Sing it strong ♪

♪ Sing, sing, sing, sing ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Call the sun in the dead of night ♪

♪ And the sun gonna rise in the sky ♪

♪ Touch a man who can't walk upright ♪

♪ And that lame man, he gonna fly ♪

♪ And I fly ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ God, I fly ♪

♪ Holly holy dream ♪

♪ Dream by only you ♪