Mr. Mercedes (2017–…): Season 3, Episode 5 - Great Balls of Fire - full transcript

[STARZ] Morris can't make sense of Danielle's disappearance. Ida clocks Pete's growing appreciation for Rothstein's work. Alma approaches Marjorie Saubers. During Lou's trial, Pace calls Hodges and Montez to the stand. Holly and Finkelstein grow closer.

Previously on Mr. Mercedes:

I thought she'd be back by now.

She didn't even pack up
her shit. Not even a note.

You really loved her.

I just don't get it.

My focus is whether
you'll be able

to contribute meaningfully
to your own defense.

Uh, yeah.

Ms. Linklatter, you have
been found competent.

It is therefore your legal
right to have your day in court.

With public sentiment on
one's side, nothing can fail.



Brady say that, did he?

The public is gonna set me free.

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

Well, some kid came into the bookstore
asking about Rothstein. That kid!

That's the Saubers family.

Pete, we got another
envelope this morning.

Nine thousand dollars.

Where'd you get the money?

It's not coming from me.

May I ask a question?

Are we on a date?

Would you like it to be?

Everybody I touch suffers.

You're really worried
about her. Lou.



She's fucked. My doing.

- Not everything is your doing.
- But this one is.

I wanna call Holly as a witness.

She could be a
de facto surrogate.

If you like Holly,
wait till you see Lou.

♪ What is this
that I can't see ♪

♪ With icy hands
takin' hold on me? ♪

♪ I am death and
none can excel ♪

♪ I'll open the door
to heaven or hell ♪

♪ Whoa, death ♪

♪ Whoa, death ♪

♪ Can't you spare me
over Till another year? ♪♪

Give it up, Billy boy.

Throw in the towel.

Okay?

You don't have what
it takes. You never did.

You're not here.

No. I'm dead.

But clearly, not gone.

And that's your fear, isn't it?

Once you're dead,
gone, gone, gone, gone.

But the fear that's
under that one,

let's call it, uh,
"totem-pole fear,"

is that you were never
there in the first place.

You got no legacy.

You think finding my killer
is gonna give you one?

Well, let me tell
you something, bud.

Legacy is shit.

And shit don't mean shit.

♪ I was thinkin' ♪

♪ Of a series of dreams ♪

♪ Where nothin' ♪

♪ Comes up to the top ♪

♪ Everything ♪

♪ Stays down
where it's wounded ♪

♪ And comes ♪

♪ To a permanent stop ♪

♪ Wasn't thinking ♪

♪ Of anything specific ♪

♪ Just thinkin' ♪

♪ Of a series of dreams ♪

♪ Just thinkin' ♪

♪ Of a series of dreams ♪♪

Thank you.

So, like, Scrooge and shit?

What?

Like Charles Dickens,

the ghost of Scrooge,
Christmas past and shit?

Along the lines.

Fuck.

Banging on about
legacy and all this.

Maybe he's right.

You ever think about getting
psychological help or something?

My insurance doesn't cover it,
so I gotta slum it and talk to you.

- Ha, ha.
- Are we anywhere at all?

We're waiting on the
DNA on the hospital guy.

I sent you the composite sketch.

We're gonna release
it to the public tonight.

So you're basically
still nowhere.

It's a process.

You got your process and we got
ours, except ours doesn't involve ghosts.

I take you into confidence
and you mock me.

- I'm not mocking you.
- Yes, you are.

I'm not mocking you.

Look, I'm just saying that
if we're gonna solve this,

we're gonna have to
do it right here on earth.

Hi, this is Danielle. Leave
a message after the beep.

Can you at least let
me know you're okay?

Regardless of whether you
forgive me or wanna get back or...

Fuck, Danielle. This is
not fair. Just let me know.

What are you doing, Mom?

Hey. You've been going on
about these for over a year.

I had to see what
the fuss was about.

You went into my room?

What do you mean,
did I go into your room?

Who do you think changes your
sheets and does your laundry?

These are my books.

Hey.

I thought you'd be pleased.

I spent my day
trying to understand

my self-centered and
pretentiously intellectual son

with a C average at school.

God, honey, these
books are not that good.

The only one that shows
any promise is this last one,

- but he doesn't even...
- The last one?

Where he goes into advertising?

Where Rothstein sold him out?

A writer is more of a
secretary than God,

so Rothstein didn't do
anything to Jimmy Gold.

What Rothstein saw and
allowed Jimmy to show us

is that most of us just
become everyman, ordinary.

- We just morph into the guy next door.
- No.

Yeah, honey. Jimmy Gold
evolved into bland nothingness.

I just snapped.

One second, she was
talking shit about Jimmy Gold.

- The next, I had her by the throat.
- What stopped you?

I don't know.

I just let go of her.

Anything more from your
friend the book dealer?

Has the kid come back?

Not to my knowledge.

He said he'd call
me if he returned.

Well, we can't just wait.

Maybe the kid did come
back, with the books,

which your high-school
buddy bookstore friend now has

and is maybe trying to sell.

That didn't happen.

Why? Because your buddy didn't
call you to give you the heads-up?

We're talking about
millions of dollars here.

You need to go see your friend.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna pay a
visit to Peter Saubers' mother.

What's the pretext?

My cat.

You don't have a
cat. You hate cats.

Well, she doesn't.

I agree. Lou is shaky.

- This is a total crapshoot.
- One we have to take.

She's talking about Brady, you
know. Not listening to him. Him is Brady.

- I know that. I'm not stupid.
- Then there's Holly.

The wheels on her bike
aren't exactly fastened tight.

I'll handle Holly.

And how do we go
about managing that?

I'm sorry?

I know what's going on,

or what's on the precipice
of going on with you two.

She's a fragile person.

Meaning what?

Meaning you need to tread
careful. She's precious cargo.

Right now we should just
be focusing on the case.

Yeah, well, Holly's
the star witness.

I am talking about the
case still, technically.

Were you just talking about me?

I have kind of a sixth sense for
when people are talking about me.

Well, maybe you need to
focus on the other senses,

some of which could
use some tweaking.

He projects his anxiety
when he's nervous.

Hey.

So I've got something on
the father of Carl Fenten.

Evidently, the mother is dead,

but apparently, he has an
auto-repair shop here in Bridgton.

- That's the address.
- Goody.

Yeah.

How's Lou? She ready?

Mm.

That's a great job. Well done.

- Thank you.
- Let's go.

Good luck.

Thanks.

- Not a peep?
- Not yet.

Hmm.

Wow, and he's never
called you again?

Why are you so interested
in this kid, Morris?

I'm not interested in the kid.
I'm interested in Rothstein.

Now that he's dead, his stuff
is worth who knows how much.

I never knew you
to be a collector.

I mean, I know how much you
love Jimmy Gold and all that,

but to take it to the level of
collector takes money, Morris.

You come into some money?

If I had money, I'd be going
to legitimate bookstores.

Instead, I've come to you.

I'm offended by that.

Give me a break, Andrew.

You buy and sell stolen books.

Everybody knows it.

Are you telling me that the
police haven't come calling,

asking you whether anybody's
tried to unload a Rothstein?

Yeah, the police came once.

You've now come
twice and called twice.

You seem especially interested.

My one chance in life

to get my hands on an original.

Why wouldn't I be?

Okay.

If the kid comes back...

Yeah.

- Or anybody else, for that matter...
- I'll call.

So, Morris.

What are you up to these days?

What are you into?

Excuse me?

Well, we're old buddies.

We should catch up more.

Word is that you and Alma Lane

have been spending
some quality time.

Are you fucking that
old battle ax again?

If I were, it'd be none
of your fucking business.

Sure would be a
curious thing, though.

Rothstein fucked
her. You fucked her.

Forgive me. I'm just a
sucker for coincidence.

Good.

Be seated.

- You okay?
- Fine.

You seem a bit fidgety.

I'm fine. I'm a fidgety person.

It's not gonna be
today, you know.

The prosecution has to make
its case first. You got time.

Okay. I'm fine. I'm a fidgety person.
I'm allowed to be a fidgety person.

Good morning, everyone.

Good morning.

Good morning, Ms.
Pace. Mr. Finkelstein.

- Ms. Linklatter.
- Morning.

And I just want to
remind you all again

that this might look and
walk and quack like a circus,

but it's a courtroom.

It's my courtroom.

Wheels of justice...

- Get on with it, for fuck's sake.
- The whole 10 yards.

Fucking blowhard.

Ms. Pace? You have the honor.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The people call William Hodges.

Excuse me. Mr. Hodges
is not on their witness list.

- He's on yours.
- What's going on?

- I'm calling my first witness.
- Objection.

All right. All right,
approach the bench.

This is not a
nice fucking start.

Are you kidding me?

He's on the list. There's
no unfair surprise here.

- This is bullshit. SARAH:
Bullshit is in play here.

He plans to back-door jury
nullification, and we all know it.

You need to rethink
this, young lady.

It's all rethought. Detective
Hodges was in the room.

He was there. He's a
material eyewitness.

- And now he's here.
- I want time to prep him.

You mean coach him?

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

Fuck both of you. This is
not a goddamn good start.

You've got five minutes.

- Your Honor...
- That's it. He can take a breath.

He can have a moment.

He can take a dump.

But he's in that
chair in five minutes.

You got that?

You wanted to see me?

Oh, Peter. Yes, come in.

Is there something wrong?

Not at all.

This is one of the very best student
papers I've read in quite a long time.

Really?

Because it was so confident.

Thank you.

Hang on a sec. Would you sit?

- Did you write it?
- Of course I did.

It's just that...

you have never
written anything like this.

Well, to be honest,

I've never really loved
the books in your class

till this one.

Well, I'm not sure I agree
with your conclusions, then.

You say that Jimmy is
a noble American hero,

but is that really supported by
the concluding book in the trilogy?

- Jimmy's still a rebel in the end.
- Why?

Because he throws an
ashtray through a TV screen?

That's a symbol.

Tell me.

The CBS logo is an eye,

and Jimmy's act is a ritual
blinding of his inner eye,

the one that sees the truth.

Well.

You really are a Rothstein man.

I'm impressed.

But in your paper, you
don't talk about how he died.

- No.
- Well, I have to wonder why.

I mean, this just happened.

It wouldn't have fit the
theme, and just to die like that...

At least Rothstein's
major work was done.

Unless you're one of those people
who believe he was still writing

and that he left this
trove of treasures.

Well, I'd really love to
read those if that's true.

Mm-hm.

I gotta go to class. Um... Ahem.

You swear to tell the
truth, the whole truth,

and nothing but the
truth, so help you God?

I do. BAILIFF: Be seated.

Mr. Hodges.

Ms. Pace.

You're a retired detective with
the Bridgton Police Department?

I am.

You were the lead detective

tasked with investigating
the jobs-fair massacre

perpetrated by Brady Hartsfield.

I was.

You retired from the force
having made no arrest on the case,

but you had occasion to pursue
the matter as a private detective.

I did.

Would it be fair to say
that you were consumed

with bringing
Mr. Hartsfield down?

It would.

Fair to say you wanted
Brady Hartsfield dead?

I wanted justice, which he got.

When a criminal
defendant is executed

before he's brought to trial,

that coincides with
your notion of justice?

There were extenuating circumstances.
- Which were?

Brady Hartsfield
nearly killed her.

The man was evil incarnate.

So if a criminal suspect is evil
enough, you support a pretrial execution?

I'm sorry, has this witness been
called to give testimony or opinion?

Mr. Hodges has a bias
in favor of the defendant.

He's in fact a defense witness.

I'm therefore allowed to treat him
as hostile and establish that bias.

Well, just get on
with it, then, please.

Brady Hartsfield,

in addition to killing so many,

killed someone you
had personal feelings for.

Janey Patterson.

Is there a point?

My point is that of all
the people in this room

wanting Mr. Mercedes
to get his just reward,

no one would take
a backseat to you.

Get on with it, counsel.

You were there, weren't you, Mr. Hodges,
when Brady Hartsfield was assassinated?

- You were sitting right in the room.
- I was.

Can you tell us
what you observed?

I saw Lou, after
giving testimony,

leave the witness box.

She approached Mr. Hartsfield,
whispered something in his ear,

and produced a
weapon, and she shot him.

In the head.

Well, she aimed for
his nuts, but she missed.

Is this a joke to you?

The joke is that Lou
Linklatter is facing trial

for performing two seconds
of community service.

That's the joke.

After giving testimony,

did you observe the
defendant rush up to the victim,

or did she walk calmly?

The latter.

She seemed in control
of her mental faculties

from your vantage point?

She did.

And given your own hatred,
your rage, towards Mr. Hartsfield,

I'm guessing you'd understand the
defendant's fury toward her victim.

You covered that.

In fact, who among us,

given the carnage
caused by Brady Hartsfield,

wouldn't want to blow
that monster's head off?

Trilogy now. You've
made that point three times.

If you had the chance,
would you have killed him?

Did you not hear my
question, detective?

No, I heard the
question. It's hypothetical.

It's actually not hypothetical,

because you had two such
occasions to kill Brady Hartsfield

where in fact you began
to kill Brady Hartsfield,

once in a hospital room when
you pinched his oxygen line,

the other in a cell when
you grabbed him by the throat

and began to strangle him.

In both cases, you stopped
yourself, didn't you, detective?

I did.

Why?

Don't much
remember, truth be told.

That's not truth
be told. That's a lie.

You stopped yourself
on both occasions

because you did not want to
sink to Brady Hartsfield's level.

You did not want to
be lawless like him.

A mind reader now.
Jack of all jack-offs.

I don't need to
be a mind reader,

because you gave that
exact statement to the police.

You even said, "To be rendered
lawless means that Brady Hartsfield wins."

You did not want to
give him that satisfaction,

the very satisfaction that
Lou Linklatter gave him.

Your Honor, what
is the point of this?

Mr. Hodges is not on trial here.

No, he's not, because he
did not commit a homicide.

But he is here to give testimony
in support of someone who did.

You're a unique witness
in this case, Mr. Hodges.

You know and care
for the defendant.

You harbored a compulsion
to get Mr. Hartsfield,

who, as you say, was evil.

You can appreciate the
anguish of his victims,

many of them with us here today.

You're unequivocally on the "hate
Mr. Mercedes" side of the fence.

But you are also a
man of law and order.

You're a man who believes

that this system needs
to be one of integrity,

so I'm going to finish here by
asking you the toughest question of all,

reminding you that
you are under oath.

One hell of a windup.

As much as you understand

why Lou Linklatter took
the law into her own hands,

do you really mean
to sit in that chair

and advocate on
behalf of vigilantism?

I'm here to advocate for Lou.

He stabbed her, for God's sake.

So eye for an eye.

That's where you stand?

Is it your testimony that people,
for the purpose of exacting revenge,

should be allowed to take
the law into their own hands?

Thank you, Your Honor.

Let Lou go! - For freedom!

She did a favor for
the entire community!

Let her go!

We love you!

Let Lou go! Let Lou go!

Detective Hodges. Over
here, Detective Hodges.

Why did Brady kill Lou?

Why did Lou kill Brady?

Anything?

Why did Lou kill Brady?

Detective Hodges!

Can you give us any information?

Thanks for all the help.

Sitting there like
a fucking zombie.

Why didn't you say something?

You could've established Brady was
able to keep killing even in custody.

The judge shut that down.

Slip it in sideways,
for fuck's sake.

No, because if I even
go near self-defense,

I would be put in contempt
of court. Do you understand?

All the Cerebellin medical-wonder-boy
bullshit, the whole thing.

None of that negates
that Lou executed him,

and for us to try to deny that, we
will look like we're okay with murder.

What's your plan?

I've told you our plan.
Involuntary manslaughter.

It's a fine line,
one that I can walk.

- I don't fucking think so.
- Okay, stop it, both of you.

I have to be off to
see Carl Fenten's dad.

Maybe you can go and get
yourself a law degree or something.

- See you back...
- Fuck off.

Fuck off yourself. See
you back in the office.

Did it go that badly?

Not at all.

No new information came in.

He came off sympathetic
to Lou, which the jury saw.

He's just not the cleanup
hitter that we hoped.

- Right.
- It's all going to come down

to Lou's testimony
anyway, and yours.

Right.

Holly...

if you don't feel up to it...

No, I have to be up to it.

I will just ask questions.

And you just give honest
answers. You just...

Just be yourself.

Okay. Yeah.

♪ I can't be bothered
To miss you anymore ♪

♪ It's month 12,
day 31 and hour 24 ♪

♪ I used to... ♪♪

Shit, shit, shit.

- Is he in trouble?
- Not at all.

Then I don't understand.

The crash site was less
than a mile from here.

Peter has been
known to walk the area.

It's possible he came
upon the wreckage.

But he didn't. He
would've told us.

There was money,
we think, in the car,

possibly connected to
the John Rothstein murder.

It's possible some of
Rothstein's merchandise,

manuscripts, even,
were in the wreckage.

And it's possible somebody
came upon the crash site,

found the money and
merchandise, and absconded with it.

You think Peter did this?

We're talking to
everybody in the vicinity.

- How has Peter seemed recently?
- How has he seemed?

Mrs. Saubers, we're really
not trying to be antagonistic.

Okay, you are in my home,
asking questions about my son

and whether or not he's in
possession of stolen property.

What is that if
not antagonistic?

And what about your
husband? Where is he?

He's in court.

Court?

The trial for the woman
who killed Mr. Mercedes.

My husband was crippled
at the jobs massacre.

We noticed, uh, he recently
leased some space on Center Street.

Yes. He used to be a real-estate
broker before the accident,

and he's decided
to get back into it.

It's not cheap leasing
space right on Center Street.

Did he come into some money
recently? An inheritance, maybe?

Don Fenten?

You a cop?

May I have a word, please?

My son was a dope.

He was good at driving cars,

which is why I think he was
chosen to do something...

way, way over his head.

He didn't kill Rothstein.

How can you know that?

My son didn't own a gun.

You check his priors, robbery,
yes, but never armed robbery.

It just wasn't in Carl.

The other guy killed
Rothstein. Had to be.

Well, then, let's
turn to the other guy.

You can't conceive
who it might be?

Somebody dominant.
Somebody alpha.

I don't think he had any idea
what he was getting himself into.

It might help if you could
visit her before court.

Oh, in lockup?

Well, it'd have to be lockup.

They're not gonna let her
out to make a burger run.

If you'd rather not, though...

No, I can do it.

Holly, I admit
I'm a little torn.

I'm duty-bound to protect Lou's constitution
any way I can if she becomes unhinged.

But I also worry about
your own emotional footing.

I don't know how to be.

Well, as I said, you just be yourself,
and I'll just ask the questions...

No, I don't mean in
court. I mean right now.

I don't know how to be...

sitting in a car with you.

You're scared I
might try to kiss you?

No.

Well, yeah. No.

- Oh, so we're clear, then?
- No, I'm...

I am afraid that you'll kiss me.

I'm terrified of it, but...

I also wanna kiss you.

But what I want is
way trumped by fear.

Terror.

You may be the most
honest person I've ever met.

See, and that terrifies me
because it was sweet, you know.

It was nice in a
path-to-intimacy kind of way.

That makes me need to pee.

Sorry.

Okay.

Look.

I'm not going to
kiss you tonight.

But...

I don't want you
to fear the future.

I'm just gonna show
you what it would be like

so you'll be
less terrified of it.

How was it?

It was really, really good.

I mean, albeit in a short
and uneventful way.

Wait, can you put me on the stand
still now that you kissed me, though?

I can.

Okay.

I don't know why I asked that.

Suspected something how?

I don't know. He just
seemed suspicious.

Curious as to my interest in Rothstein,
even though he's known forever.

And the Saubers kid hasn't been
back to the bookstore? Not once?

- So he says.
- I wonder.

Police being at
the Saubers' house,

obviously, we're not the
only ones sniffing this kid.

I'm almost rooting for
the cops at this point.

Excuse me?

If they find those books,
I won't get rich, but...

at least I'll get to
read them, maybe.

My God.

That's really what it's
about with you, isn't it?

Getting to read those books.

I have to see what he
became. I have to know.

I'm gonna try again
tomorrow with the mother.

Hopefully, the cops won't
be there. Who are you texting?

Danielle.

I still don't get it. Gone.

Whoosh.

Fucking nothing.

Morris, I'm gonna ask
you an honest question,

and I want an honest answer.

What?

I think it's sweet that you
miss your twitty little Danielle.

- That's your question?
- No, my question is,

when you fuck me, do you
think of that twitty little thing?

Because that would not be good.

You're...

being disgusting.

I don't give a shit.

When a man's in
me, he better be all in.

You're going to court
tomorrow, by the way.

Court? Why?

Because I have an idea.

- Don't fucking lie to me, Peter!
- I'm not fucking lying.

- Bullshit!
- Tom!

He's lying to me. Bullshit.

Peter, there was money
in the car, right? Huh?

There were probably
Rothstein books as well.

I've got anonymous cash donations
showing up at this house in the mail.

You are all into John Rothstein.

- The cops are knocking at the door.
- Dad. Dad.

They're teaching Rothstein in
school. Who isn't reading Rothstein?

- Bullshit. He's lying to me.
- Tom.

Peter.

We are honest people, okay?

We may not have
much, but we have that.

We are honest people.

Peter, just tell us.

- Are you in trouble?
- I'm not in trouble.

I wanna see those books
you got from the library.

- I returned them. TOM: See?
He's fucking lying, Marjorie.

Fuck off.

- What did you say? You say that to me...
- Wanna fight?

- You say that one more time.
- No! Don't you dare!

Fuck you!

The defense essentially
planned to use Hodges

as kind of a secret weapon,

but the district attorney
let the air out of their tires.

You could practically see that
big man deflate with a big hiss.

Hey! You're on the TV.

Nobody can call
you ordinary now.

You fucked your friend Lou,

haven't found my killer,

talked about on television.

You are a spectacular failure.

Nothing spectacular about it.

They only put ordinary
failures on TV nowadays.

It makes the ads look better.

Well, there's no such
thing as bad publicity, bud.

I mean, "I never miss
a chance to have sex

or be interviewed on the TV."

When did you say that?

Gore Vidal said that.

Jesus Christ, bud, you
never read anybody but me?

Not Gore fucking Vidal,
I'll tell you that much.

You spoke to me like
you knew who I am.

Who I was, hmm.

Can I tell you a secret?

I never spoke to you.

You're speaking to me now.

You are speaking to you now.

Okay.

If you're so
smart, tell me this.

Is Brady Satan?

Satan?

Brady, Satan? There is no Satan.

Oh, my God. Satan's
a human creation.

He's like, uh, God or
Cheez Whiz or, you know...

Billy, I think you're
missing the point.

There's only one way out,

and that's in.

Hello?

Hello?

- Hi.
- Hi.

Ooh, it's a little poochy.
It's a little poochy.

What a beautiful dog.

Oh, you... Whoo!

He likes me.

My name is Alma Lane, and
I am so sorry to disturb you,

but my cat, Carleton, he's gone
missing, and I'm passing out some flyers.

This is my little Carleton.
A bit of a wanderer.

Usually, I'm not concerned,
but it's been over a week now.

Have you seen him?

I'm sorry, no.

It's just not like him
to stay away this long.

Are you all right, dear?

I'm fine.

Why are you staring at me?

Oh, I don't mean to. I'm sorry.
Alma, Alma, Alma. Ha, ha.

Truth be told,
I'm a little psychic.

I walked up here
worried about my cat.

Now I'm a little
worried about you.

You need to be pretty.

- Okay.
- And not too twitchy.

I don't find you
twitchy in a bad way,

but I need you to be comfortable
in your own skin in a way that...

In a way that I can't.

What? Why are you
looking at me like that?

I'm worried about you.

You seem, like, erratic.

Yeah, well, I'm on trial for
my life, and your, hmm, boss?

He didn't exactly carry
the day on my behalf.

He was a little
boxed in by the truth.

Oh, yeah? What about you?

I'll need to tell
the truth as well.

You and I...

we're Brady bashers.

I shot him. Tsk.

And you, oh, girl,

you just...

Okay.

Your job is to show the
jury that Brady-bashing,

oh, it's such a good thing.

Brady-bashing is sympathetic

and so pretty.

You have a very odd tone, Lou.

I'm a little uneasy.

I'm gonna be sounding real
good when I'm out, though.

She's getting worse.

And the way she talks
is how Brady would talk.

I mean, not that I ever
spoke with Brady. You know.

I did. You're not wrong.

He's in her head somehow.

What do we do?

First of all, whatever
we can to get her out.

After that...

Mr. Hodges?

Yeah?

Sorry to intrude. I just wanted
to say a quick thank-you.

My name's Morris Bellamy. I
was at the jobs fair that night.

One of the lucky ones. Hello.

Hi.

So many of us are so
grateful to both of you, and...

I'm not sure it gets said quite
enough, so I thought I'd say it.

- Thank you. MORRIS:
Thank you, both of you.

Again, sorry to intrude.

Wait just a second.

You were one of Brady
Hartsfield's victims?

Well, emotionally.

I escaped physical harm.

Thank God.

Where's your head at on this?

I'm sorry?

This trial. Do you want to see
Lou Linklatter convicted or set free?

Lou Linklatter's a
hero in my book.

Did you have an opportunity
to speak with her after?

I did.

And did she tell you where
she procured the 3D revolver?

- She told me she made it herself.
- Is that easy to do?

No. There's a fair amount of
engineering expertise involved.

Premeditation, coherent
thinking, malice aforethought.

That was all part of the mix of what
you observed, was it not, Mr. Montez?

- Objection, foundation.
- Lay opinion.

Move it along.

As you observed the
defendant shoot Brady Hartsfield,

she appeared to be acting
calmly, willfully and with purpose?

Appeared to be.

And was Brady Hartsfield
posing a threat to anybody

when Lou Linklatter
acted to end his life?

No.

- She executed him.
- Appeared to be the case.

Thank you, Mr. Montez.

You swore to tell the truth.

I did.

But you have an even higher
obligation to tell it, don't you?

You're a prosecutor,
an officer of the court.

My obligation is the
same as any other witness.

As an Ohio prosecutor, do you know
and understand Ohio criminal law?

That would be the goal.

Before the shooting,

would you say Brady Hartsfield
seriously provoked my client?

Not in court, not on that day.

In the months
leading up to the event,

when he attacked her,
when he almost killed her,

almost killed thousands of people,
would you say he provoked her?

That's fair.

Did his provocation
cause my client

to suffer great mental or
emotional distress, if you know?

Cause her to fear for her life?

Cause her to lose
sleep, weight, hopes?

I can't argue any of that.

A person in Ohio
can't be convicted

of both murder and
manslaughter for the same killing.

No. It's one or the other.

Because not all killings are the same.
Murder is worse than manslaughter.

When you saw my
client shoot Mr. Mercedes,

did you think to yourself,
"That woman is a murderer"?

I'm not sure I was thinking
about it in those terms.

Well, you're a
trained prosecutor.

You must have had some
opinion, some reaction.

- Objection.
- Sustained.

Seeing a man
killed is upsetting.

- It is.
- So is testifying.

Upsetting, scary, nerve-racking.
For everybody, even you.

You... You're not enjoying this.

No.

Did you know how having to give
testimony would affect her that day?

I didn't realize the extent, no.

Do you make room for
the possibility, Mr. Montez,

that having been assaulted
by Brady Hartsfield,

nearly killed by him in
the most vicious way,

being stabbed in the stomach,

and then having to be in a
room with him to face him down...

Do you make room for the
possibility that it was just all too much

for Lou Linklatter?

Is it possible?

Of course it's possible.

Thank you.

Calm, coherent,

deliberate, reflective,
with malice aforethought.

You still stand
by that testimony?

I do.

Thank you, Your Honor.

What do you think?

I don't know.

It's close.

Could be bad.

It's hard to be objective.

My testimony could
be very important.

You like him, don't you?

What?

Finkelstein. You like him.

I do.

What do you think of him?

He seems good.

I think it went as
well as we can hope.

But you want me to plead.

- Well, I'm not saying...
- We're gonna win.

I know it.

Is that what he's telling you?

Because he's misled you before.

He's a very complicated person.

He really is.

He hurts me, and
then he helps me,

and then he hurts me.

All I gotta do is know
which one is which.

You made contact?

Both with him and the
woman, Holly Gibney.

- Step one, mission accomplished.
- Excellent.

What about you and
the Saubers mother?

Contact also established.
Minimal, but progress.

I'll get inside that family.
It's only a matter of time.

I can tell you this.

She's freaked about something,
and it wasn't my lost cat.

Where are you now?

Doing a little spring cleaning on the
chance the police come sniffing my way.

Gotta make sure there's
nothing for them to find.

Why would they be
coming your way?

Hopefully, they won't.

But, Morris, we both
entered into the mix.

And that composite they released

didn't look a
whole lot like you,

but I'm not taking any chances.

Your bookstore buddy
could connect the dots.

True.

I'll call you when
I'm done here.

♪ Don't tell me not to
live Just sit and putter ♪

♪ Life's candy And the
sun's a ball of butter ♪

♪ Don't bring around a
cloud To rain on my parade ♪

♪ Don't tell me not to
fly I've simply got to ♪

♪ If someone takes a
spill It's me and not you ♪

♪ Who told you you're
allowed To rain on my parade? ♪

♪ I'll march my band out ♪

♪ I'll beat my drum ♪

♪ And if I'm fanned out ♪

♪ Your turn at bat, sir ♪

♪ At least I didn't fake it ♪

♪ Hat, sir, I guess
I didn't make it ♪

♪ But whether I'm the
rose Of sheer perfection ♪

♪ Or freckle on the nose
Of life's complexion ♪

♪ I'll march my band out ♪

♪ I'll beat my drum ♪

♪ And if I'm fanned out ♪

♪ Your turn at bat, sir ♪

♪ At least I didn't fake it ♪

♪ Hat, sir, I guess
I didn't make it ♪

♪ Get ready for me,
love 'Cause I'm a comer ♪

♪ I simply gotta march
My heart's a drummer ♪

♪ Nobody, no, nobody ♪

♪ Is gonna ♪

♪ Rain on my ♪

♪ Parade ♪♪