Mr. Mercedes (2017) s01e02 Episode Script
On Your Mark
1 Bill: Previously on "Mr.
Mercedes" Augie: Showing up to a jobs fair in a Mercedes-Benz.
Sign of the times, I guess, right? Maybe it's the Mayor, coming to check out his big to-do.
[Tires screeching, grunting, screaming.]
Pete: Got 16 dead, triple that in injuries.
- Somebody lost control.
- Bill: He didn't lose control.
Retirement you hate it, don't you? It's an adjustment.
Ida: When was the last time you had sex? You propositioning me, Ida? You need to find some sort of purpose.
[Distorted laughing.]
- Jerome! - Shit! You any good at computers? Yeah.
You know I am.
Is it possible for a file to just disappear on its own? Whoever did this knows his shit.
Robi: And this is your job right here, Brady.
Now, whether you choose to see me as such or not, I'm sort of your mentor in life.
Bill: Was it ever disclosed that the Smiley Face sticker was found on the steering wheel? Pete: Of all the cases for you to obsess over - 16 people died! - I'm still on the case.
You're retired.
[T Bone Burnett's "It's Not Too Late" plays.]
The wind turns like a dagger The rain falls like a hammer The sky has grown dark But it's not too late The weather crashes down What's lost cannot be found The night is closing But it's not too late It's not too late It's not too late The atmosphere is lethal But I will fear no evil [Clicks.]
Janice: Happy birthday, dear Patti Happy birthday to you Yay! [Smooching.]
You did so good! Can you smile for the camera? Look right at Grandma.
Oh, it's certainly a big day, one month old.
You know, if you were a dog, you'd be like five years old.
Is that right? Sally: I think you got the math a little backwards, sweetie.
Oh, yeah.
That's okay.
I think we'll leave the math tutoring to Grandma, and then I'll stay in charge of fashion.
[Gasps.]
I bet when you grow up you might be the first woman president.
Wouldn't that be something? [Laughs.]
We can dream, right, Grandma? [Distorted laughing.]
- [Beeps.]
- [Sighs.]
[Glass thuds.]
[Mouse clicks.]
Okay.
Happy birthday to you [Clicks.]
[Sighs.]
[Rustling.]
[Dog barks in distance.]
[Keyboard keys clacking.]
[Sighs.]
[Rustling.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Barking continues.]
Who's out there? Who's there? [Hinges creaking.]
I'm not in the fucking mood.
I will blow your head off, so help me, God.
- [Rustling.]
- Freeze! Fred, for fuck's sake.
[Twig snaps.]
Freeze! You! - [Grunts.]
- Freeze! Don't you fucking move! I'll blow your head off! You're a goddamn dead man!! [Distorted laughing.]
[Whimpering.]
Jesus fucking Christ.
[Groans.]
What the hell were you doing in there? - [Door opens.]
- Ida: Bill? What's the matter? - [Coughing.]
- Call an ambulance.
Oh, my God! Just call an ambulance, would you? [Grunting.]
Yeah.
[Groans.]
It's good and broke.
But you're gonna be fine.
Please, help me.
Man: We don't know right now [Indistinct chatter.]
Who is he? He's the neighbor, lives next door.
Always playing street hockey.
What was he doing in your back yard? I dunno.
Climbing the fence.
Here.
Drink this.
Quickly.
What? Your breath.
You smell like a saloon.
Loaded man, loaded gun, it's not good, Bill.
Drink it! God.
What happened was this: I saw you becoming unhinged after the incident.
You were having a panic attack.
I brought you whiskey to calm your nerves.
Do it.
With any luck, somebody will catch it on camera.
You can introduce it at your trial as Exhibit A.
You almost shot a kid, Bill.
He snuck out to go to a party.
You evidently caught him sneaking back in.
Is he gonna be okay? Mangled his arm good.
- He said you had a gun.
- I did, yeah.
I thought he was an intruder.
I got a permit for the gun, I'm a retired police officer.
Decorated retired detective.
This is Bill Hodges.
Ugh.
Where's the weapon now? Back in the house.
Needed to calm my nerves.
Too much adrenaline, it's not good for the heart.
The boy said you pointed the gun at his head and threatened him.
Yeah, well, like I said, I thought he was an intruder.
I was scared for my life.
There a problem? Nope.
Fucking dick.
[Engine starts.]
Ida: Are you sure you're okay? I've got an herb tea I like before bed.
It calms me if I'm anxious.
I'm good.
Bourbon hit the spot.
Thank you, Ida.
I'm fine.
- You don't look fine.
- I am.
Thank you again.
[Water running.]
Bill, retirement messes with some people.
Yeah, that seems to be a running theme.
You know, for what it's worth, I'm good with mess.
Look at the way I live.
Life is s'posed to be messy, I read it somewhere.
Well, seems like you're right where you want to be.
- Well, I'm just next door.
- Yep, thank you.
Good night.
[Sighs.]
[Door opens, closes.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Groans.]
[Groans.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Distorted laughing.]
[Groans.]
[Breathing heavily.]
We don't give warranties with repairs.
That is only on new products.
Don't stand behind your work? We do, wh, we're very proud of our service.
Uh, our policy with warranties, however Yeah, fine.
Thank you for your patronage, sir.
What was that? Oh, um that's also a policy that we have.
We thank customers for their continued patronage.
Can I say something? I may be out of line, but Oh, yeah, no.
Please.
Yeah, it's a free country.
I mean, sort of.
I have small children.
Sometimes, I bring them with me.
I have no problem with alternative lifestyles.
But when it's flaunted kids might get the idea that it's not alternative.
That it's normal.
That's a message that concerns me.
I understand.
And not to exacerbate your concern, but, uh there was this recent study out of Germany that says that by 2060 homosexuals are gonna completely rule the world.
Actually, just the dykes.
The pansies, well, they'll still be pansies.
Thank God, right? - [Chuckles.]
- Freak.
[Door opens, doorbell dings.]
What the fuck was that? Did you hear what he said to me? I don't care.
He's a customer.
So he's allowed to gay-bash? Yes.
He's the fucking customer.
Oh my God, Lou.
You act like people need us, like they gotta come here.
Why don't we just hang a sign that says, "We sell shit, but we don't take it," it'll save us a little time.
- [Chuckles.]
- And you.
Brady? It is not appropriate for you to find her funny.
Ever.
Our bread and butter our lifeline is customer service.
It's the only thing that tethers us to survival, customer fucking service.
Wait.
Did you just smile again? I'm sorry.
You're not sorry, Brady.
I have a compass for contrition.
You're not sorry at all.
Alright.
We're all three gonna revisit this at lunchtime.
- Robi.
- And certain issues will be addressed.
There are certain realities you both need to be made aware of.
I hate reality checks.
[Chuckles.]
Jerome: So you got this by e-mail? Yeah, that had the link to the to the other UVid shit.
Family evidently posted this as, you know, some kind of memorial tribute or whatever.
[Keyboard keys clacking.]
Okay, so our guy Distorted it, and then sent the distorted version to me.
Distorted it exactly how? Just He just had some stuff coming out of her mouth.
The point is, it's not in the original UVid thing, you know? Yeah.
Well, this guy is still covering his tracks pretty good with the e-mail itself.
Wow, this guy's really trying to get into your head, isn't he? Yeah, seems so.
And this lady, she was one of the victims of that Mercedes thing? Yeah, sh-she and the baby both.
[Cellphone rings.]
Yeah, hello? Bill, you shoot anybody today? Or almost? You're hysterical.
We need to have a little talk, my friend.
Yeah, why is that? Because there's a kid lying in a hospital bed right now whose head you almost blew off last night.
Come on down to the station.
He was trespassing on my property.
In the middle of the night! Come down to the station, Bill.
I'm serious.
Fuck.
[Leonard Cohen's "Avalanche" plays.]
Well, I stepped into an avalanche It covered up my soul - Fuck.
- When I am not this Hunchback that you see I sleep beneath the golden hill Fuck it! You who wished to conquer pain You must learn, learn to serve me well [Indistinct talking.]
You strike my side by accident As you go down for your gold The cripple here that you clothe and feed Is neither starved nor cold He does not ask for your company Not at the center, the center of the world It is your turn, beloved It is your flesh that I wear How you doing? - Hey, Bill.
How you doing? - Good, yeah.
Never better.
[Door opens.]
[Indistinct chatter.]
- What do you want? - How deep in the bag were you? Not at all.
A little bourbon to calm my nerves.
By 2:00 in the morning, I figure you to be pretty much a skunk.
You're outside in your pajamas with a loaded gun.
By all reports, you looked shit-faced.
You pointed your weapon at a teenager, one whose head you threatened to blow off.
Anybody else but you, you're in a jail cell.
Lucky to be me I guess.
What were you doing just now in the parking lot? What do you mean? I mean you were standing there in a fucking daze.
- I wasn't in a daze.
- What were you doing? I was just looking around.
And smelling shit.
You were smelling shit? Yeah, my sensories opened up, and I was smelling shit.
[Indistinct chatter.]
I was just taking some measure that's all.
M-Measure? Measure of what? Of everything.
The units, the buildings the place I used to belong.
Smells, colors, stuff I never did before.
Imagine that? 30-years-plus a detective, in the business of seeing this shit that other lay eyes don't notice.
And you miss things right in front of your nose.
That's what I was doing in the parking lot.
Just seeing and smelling the shit right in front of me.
Bill, how how much have you been drinking lately? Not enough.
Last night, for example, I was interrupted by the trespasser.
The latest medical wisdom on men of advancing years is they might want to cut back on downing their weight in vodka and beer.
Crazy talk.
You'll die, Bill.
Like, real soon.
Fuck off.
You You nearly shot a kid.
I didn't nearly shoot a kid.
You did.
A child.
Get that through your head.
Almost put an empty chair at the table for his family to look at the rest of their lives.
Please, tell me you get that.
[Grunts.]
Garbage men and and and guys who sell insurance can retire clean.
But we we have all these cases we thought we'd get another crack at.
You get up every day now knowing you didn't catch that perp, clear that case, didn't didn't speak up for that victim.
The motivational part of the speech coming up, is it? Find a goal.
Painting, model airplanes, some fucking thing.
I don't want to go to your funeral in six months.
They'll make me a pallbearer, and you're too fucking fat to carry.
I'll tweak my back, have to file for disability, and end up where you're at.
And that'll fucking blow.
Coffee still tastes like piss.
[Indistinct chatter.]
[Door opens.]
Get a fucking hobby? I've got a fucking hobby alright.
What's wrong with you? You never see an old guy talking to himself before? You're new to the planet, are you? Fuck off while you're at it.
[Engine starts.]
- Get out of the fucking way.
- [Horn honks.]
You get a fucking hobby.
[Tires screech, horn honks.]
Bollocks! [Reagan Youth's "Anytown" plays.]
Run, Spot, run Run, Spot, run At 6:00, the milkman comes around Another day in anytown I wake up with a frown - [Knock on door.]
- Deborah: Brady? - Another day in anytown - Busy! - Run, Spot, run - [Knocking continues.]
Open the door! Run, spot, run - Sally, Dick, and Mark - [Pounding on door.]
I said busy! - We took my dog Spot to the park - Open the door, please! Come on, open the door.
[Pounding continues.]
[Music stops.]
[Door opens.]
[Lock clicks.]
Why aren't you at work? I'm headed right back.
I just have something here I have to do.
What? It's private.
I-I want to come down there.
- What? No.
- This is my house.
And that's my work space.
No fucking way.
- Did you just swear at me, Brady? - I'm sorry.
I'd like to talk to you, please.
Well, I've gotta head back to the store.
I don't care.
We need to talk.
Now.
[Door closes.]
I'd like to know about this secret project of yours.
I have a right to know what's going on in my house, Brady.
I'll tell you when the time is right.
That's not a satisfactory response.
Well, you'll have to make do.
Isn't that your specialty? Making do? There's a saying maybe you've heard it a mother can only be as happy as her saddest child.
You seem very sad to me, Brady.
Almost angry, in fact.
Now you and I have been through some considerable hardships.
- We lost your father and your brother - I don't want to talk about it.
Well, I think maybe it needs to be discussed.
No, no, no, no.
- Eat.
- [Plate slides.]
It's good for your blood sugar.
Look, let me just say this.
I won't presume to understand your life.
But my life you're it.
[Voice breaking.]
You're all I have.
When I go to bed at night, I-I never know whether to be excited about what's going on in that basement.
Or worried.
I l I lie in bed, and I agonize, Brady.
I agonize.
Now.
E-Either you care about that.
Or you don't.
[Sighs.]
[Slurps.]
[Birds chirping.]
[Brakes squeal.]
[Window creaks.]
Olivia: I would ask that you be somewhat quiet as my mother is upstairs sleeping.
She's not well.
I don't know what I can possibly tell you that I haven't already.
Thank you.
Well, we were just wondering and I know we've asked before but we still wonder whether it's possible that either you left the key in the ignition Of course I didn't.
- or if there's a spare key - The key was in my hand.
I locked the car with my key when I got out, as I always do.
The thing is, Mrs.
Trelawney, it's kind of an unconscious thing, where somebody puts their key.
It becomes a form of habit.
- Do you think possibly - The key was in my hand.
There's nothing unconscious about it, Detective.
The fob has a panic button.
I always hold the key should I be attacked by a mugger.
I keep the key in my hand, finger on the button, until I'm safely in my own house.
I never get out of the car without my key.
Never.
I gave you the key, for God's sakes.
- But if it were a spare key instead - It wasn't.
Am I not making myself clear? No, you seem pretty positive, actually.
Almost defensive.
How dare you? - I wasn't suggesting - You most certainly were.
And it is suggested by many that I'm partially to blame for this tragedy.
It is outrageous.
We don't mean to offend you.
[Vehicle approaches.]
[Car beeping.]
[Beeping stops.]
Afternoon, sir.
May I ask what you're doing here? You've been parked here quite a while.
Sir? Well, I hope you have the authority to ask.
Beg your pardon? I think you're private security, but I want to see some ID.
Then, I want to see the carry-conceal permit for that cannon you got inside your coat.
And it better be in your wallet and not in the glove compartment of your car, or you're in violation of Section 19 of the City Firearms Code.
Are you a cop? Retired.
And I've forgotten neither my rights nor your responsibility.
So, let me see your ID and your carry permit.
Then we can discuss my presence here.
Vigilant Guard Services.
Good name.
Your turn.
Bill Hodges.
Ended my tour Detective First Class.
My last big case was the Mercedes killer.
I'm guessing that'll give you a good idea what I'm doing here.
Olivia Trelawney.
She's dead, you know.
Yeah, I heard.
Does somebody live in there now? Not as far as I know.
Sister inherited it.
She keeps an eye on the place, checks in from time to time.
The sister? Janey Patterson? Yeah, that's the one.
She's a nice lady.
I thought she lived in Los Angeles.
Moved back to look after her mother.
Mother still alive? As far as I know.
It goes without saying, this store faces enormous challenges.
But should it need saying, we're covered.
Yeah, yeah, we're totally good on that.
The future is fraught with uncertainty as the world continues to go digital.
Electronics, DVD's so much of what we sell will be obsolete in a heartbeat.
My concern is that we're not ready to surmount the enormous hurdles that lie ahead.
Do you know what business goodwill is, Lou? - Kind of.
- Tell me.
When you don't give customers shit for gay-bashing.
[Sighs.]
I like you both.
You both have good skill-sets.
But I find you both to be riddled with underlying contempt.
Contempt for me is okay.
I'm the boss.
Contempt for the customer however, that is untenable.
Brady, my deeper concern runs to you.
You're weird.
I'm sorry, I wish I could find a softer term or something more clinical, but frankly, sometimes you come across as just plain weird.
Robi, you don't get to say that.
It is my job to say it.
The customers like Brady, they request him all the time.
Because he can fix shit.
But they also find him "a little off" occasionally.
Look, you want more than your station, you have to dial that back to zero.
[Sighs.]
In three weeks, as you know, The Edmund Mills Arts Center is having its groundbreaking gala.
Thousands of people figure to be there.
I'm told even the Governor.
Depending on who's running the store, I'm gonna need either or both of you manning our booth there.
This is a business opportunity for us.
I cannot have you flippant.
I cannot have you impersonable.
I cannot have you "a little off.
" Do you hear what I'm telling both of you? You either shape up, or I ship you out.
Now, let's go move some product! [Engine stops.]
[Car alarm beeps.]
[Children shouting playfully in distance.]
[Doorbell rings.]
- Bill.
- Ida.
Uh Malasadas.
Portuguese donut of sorts.
Delicious.
Well.
I-I just wanted to, um Thank you for last night.
You were very kind.
I just thought, you know Commemorate my kindness with a Portuguese donut.
How lovely.
Will you have some tea? Uh, well, I, um Bill, you're retired.
Come and have some tea.
[Dog barking in distance.]
Don't think I've ever sat in a gazebo.
Oh, I love it here in the summertime.
So neat, tidy.
Are you saying I'm fastidious? Okay.
Anal? Fastidious is fine.
[Chuckles.]
It's all so perfectly intact.
That's the way I like to keep things.
My mind, my smile, my body.
Relax.
I'm not gonna throw myself at you.
I only do that once.
I have my pride.
Going forward, I will only list in your direction.
[Laughs.]
Look at that.
That's an actual smile.
Don't pull a muscle now.
[Laughs.]
Do you mind me asking you know, like you said, you know, you've got options.
Like, why - Why you? - Yeah.
Well, you're pleasantly charming.
And incomparably convenient.
I like sleeping alone, in my own bed.
It's rude to throw somebody out, I don't like driving at night, especially if I've had a martini or two.
There's something to be said for right next door.
That's it? I'm convenient? And charming.
[Chuckles.]
You know, um in addition to being out of control last night, you seemed unwell.
Like on the verge of a coronary.
When When was the last time you saw a doctor? I mean, other than interrogating one on a crime.
Must every conversation turn to my lack of fitness? I'm only being a concerned neighbor who grew up in the family mortuary business.
I'll leave it at that.
Will you? I promise.
Alright, well, I got to get back.
I got a tortoise to feed.
Thank you for the tea.
A pleasure.
[Gates hinges creak.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
Brady: "Greetings, Detective.
I hope this letter finds you well.
I fear the opposite.
I am informed that retired police officers have an extremely high suicide rate.
In most cases, the officers have no family members who might see the warning signs.
Many, like you, are divorced, their grown children living away from home.
I think of you, all alone in your house on Harper Road, Detective Hodges, and I grow concerned.
Are you watching a lot of TV? Are you drinking more? I certainly hope you're monitoring your diet.
Many depressed retired officers rather than sticking to nutrient-dense foods, instead opt to eat their gun.
Shedding years off their lives in the process.
I do hope you'll look after yourself, Detective.
If not, well rest assured I'll keep close watch.
Your devoted follower, Mister Mercedes.
Care to get in touch, try Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella.
I even got you a username Kermitfrog19.
Password: Smush.
" [Knock on door.]
Hey, boss.
- Hey.
- [Odell barks.]
Odell! Come on, buddy.
You know how the old man feels about you sitting in his special chair.
Out you go.
Odell! - [Barking continues.]
- Come on.
Good boy! [Barking continues.]
You know, you could use a dog.
Keep the kids out of your yard at night.
Dude, that turtle ain't doing shit.
It's a tortoise.
Oh.
I got a letter from my new pen pal.
He put this one in writing.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
Wow, hard evidence, he's getting sloppy.
Oh, thanks.
Well, what'd he say? None of your business.
This is between him and me.
What What do you mean? Look, I'm like your Watson, Sherlock.
Tell me what he said, please.
- Just look at the P.
S.
Don't touch it.
- All right.
"P.
S.
Care to get in touch, try Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella.
I even got you a username 'Kermitfrog19'.
And your password is 'Smush'.
" He even knows my name.
What? My first given name is Kermit.
I haven't heard it since I was 17, the day I left to come here from Ireland.
How am I gonna contact this Debbie's Blue Umbrella shit? You listening to me? No.
I'm still stuck on Kermit, that's your fucking name? For real? - One of my names.
- [Laughs.]
Just tell me how I can contact this prick.
Well, I mean, it ain't rocket science.
You just log on to Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella and then, wherever it says "username," just plug in the "Kermitfrog19.
" [Chuckles.]
Okay, wait, I have a question.
Is this like an Irish-green-frog connection thing? With the Kermit - Hardy-har-har.
- [Laughs.]
Alright, can I read the rest of the letter, Kermit? No, no, no, I'll tell you what you can beat it, that's what you can do.
- Oh.
- And don't come around here anymore.
I don't want you coming round here.
What? He obviously knows my address.
It's not safe.
Come on, let's go.
I mean it.
Alright, well, I mean, if you need me, you know - Sure - call me.
Yeah, thanks.
- [Grunting.]
I can do it.
- Come on, push! I know you can do it! Push! You got to believe in it! Push! Push! Come on, Barbara! Keep it moving.
One more pound today.
Two pounds! You push yourself! If you want it, you're gonna have to go get it.
I'm trying! You try harder, Barbara.
That's what it's about.
Hi, Mom.
Mm-hmm.
that's it.
That's all you have to do.
What'cha doing? Jumping Jacks.
What does it look like I'm doing? Come on, Barbara.
Come on, Barbara.
You got to push.
You got to push if you want it.
Show me you want it.
[Door unlocks.]
Push yourself.
I know you can do it.
Push.
Let's go, Barbara.
Let's do this.
Don't you dare stop! Don't you dare stop! You get crazy on it! You keep moving! - [Footsteps receding.]
- Show me you want it.
- I can do it.
- I know you can do it.
Push! You got to believe it.
Push.
Come on, Barbara.
Come on, you got to show what you want.
You want it? You have to go get it.
You, uh You wanna know what I'm working on? Here it is.
- What is it? - It's It's like a remote.
Except it's a super remote.
- [Television turns off.]
- I call it "Thing B.
" There was an earlier incarnation "Thing A.
" But this is "Thing B.
" Kind of like those Dr.
Seuss books you used to love when you were a kid.
[Chuckles.]
Slightly different, but What does it do? Controls shit.
Lots of shit.
Thing A could open every garage door on the street, not that that's difficult.
Could capture transmitter frequencies, stuff like that.
This one does more.
Like what? [Clears throat.]
Let's just say it activates and de-activates almost anything I want.
Not everything, but you know, depending on what I program it to.
[Sighs.]
This is gonna make us rich, Ma.
A few more refinements, I'll be selling the patent to The Pentagon.
They'll be fighting wars with it, you know, they'll be able to diffuse or or detonate bombs from miles away.
It just looks like a big TV remote.
[Both laugh.]
Well, it controls a lot more.
[Chuckles.]
Has, uh, microchips for a brain.
Soon, I'll be able to control people's smart phones with this.
Is that legal? No.
That's That's why it has to stay so secret.
You don't need to worry, Ma.
I'm taking care of us in that basement.
Wow.
Well, what do you have it programmed to do now? - Like, what does it - Two things.
Mrs.
Blanchard's blinds.
Dirty little boy.
And traffic lights.
Traffic lights? Red.
Yellow.
Green.
Whatever I fancy.
- W-Which traffic lights? - Um pretty much all of 'em.
[Scoffs.]
Wow.
Thing B.
Bzzt! [Vehicle approaches.]
[Engine stops.]
[Car alarm beeps.]
[Intercom rings.]
Janey: Yes? Bill Hodges.
We spoke on the phone? Of course.
Come up.
[Door unlocks.]
- Detective.
- Mrs.
Patterson? Call me Janey.
Come in, please.
Okay.
I really appreciate you agreeing to see me.
I'm more than happy to.
I want to catch this fucking prick.
That's why you're here, isn't it? Well.
As I said on the phone, I'm now retired.
But you can't let it go.
Officially, I'm not here.
Understood.
Would you like coffee? - Anything? - No, I'm fine.
Come sit.
[Clears throat.]
Uh, as I mentioned before, - I worked on the case.
- You worked on the case, yeah.
My sister spoke of you not highly.
Ah.
Well She didn't like most people.
And the feelings were often mutual.
I see.
Uh, as I said, I'm now retired, but, um In the past few days I believe I've been contacted by, uh, well, him.
I've, uh, received messages both on my computer and in regular mail.
Now, it could be hoax.
This case garnered a lot of attention.
The nuts keep coming out of the woodwork.
But the message I received He wrote to her, too.
At least, she told me that he did.
Did she report this to the police? She said she did, yeah.
And? They said it was most likely some nut-job just just trying to get attention, and, frankly, I thought they were probably right.
Do you have the letters? All of her things are stored in a warehouse.
Whether or not she kept them, I don't know.
Still got her computer? All of it's in the warehouse.
Wh-What kinds of things is he saying in the messages? [Sighs.]
A lot of stuff.
Pretty sick, most of it.
Has suicide come up? Sorry? Well, i-if what my sister told me was true, he he was taunting her, uh, to to make her feel like she was partly responsible for what happened, and Encouraging her? Encouraging her to take her own life, yeah.
Maybe I will trouble you for that cup of coffee.
[Door closes.]
Got some reports to write.
I'll set the alarm.
Cool.
[Door hinges creak.]
[Lock clicks.]
[Keyboard keys clacking.]
[Panting, moaning.]
- Yeah, baby! - [Groans.]
Yeah.
[Computer powers down.]
[Whirring, crackling.]
Oh, Jesus! God! [Grunts.]
Oh, fuck! [Smoke alarm beeping.]
God.
[Vehicle approaches.]
[Engine stops.]
- Officer.
- Sir.
Lou.
What happened? His computer exploded or something while he was watching porn.
[Scoffs.]
Alright, alright, alright.
[Groans.]
W-What do you mean, his computer exploded? I don't know.
The microcontroller on the lithium batteries, if it's if there's a defect, it can overheat and explode.
Yeah.
It's happened before, I read about it.
That's why I hate those fucking lithium things.
- Is he gonna be okay? - Yeah.
I mean, yeah.
He's gonna be fine.
Fried his brain, watching porn.
Can you believe that? [Engine starts.]
And we're the ones who are "off.
" God.
[Chuckles.]
Janey: Do you still have full access to the police department? Uh, well, actually, no.
The Department feel I've gone a bit bat-shit over this case.
Have you? A little.
Have you shown them the letter you received? - Not yet, no.
- Why not? I suppose I lack confidence that they'll act on it.
You plan to act on it.
- I do.
- Why? Every cop gets one they just can't shake.
No matter what.
This is mine.
I want to know.
I want to know who tormented my sister till she killed herself.
Police don't seem to care.
I-I don't think that's necessarily true.
You know it is.
My mother was the only one who fully believed her.
Where's your mother now? She's at a place called Sunny Acres.
It's about 30 miles from here.
Would it be possible for me to speak with her? She's not always lucid.
But on a good day, yeah.
Let's pray for a good day, then.
[Donovan's "Season of the Witch" plays.]
[Volume increases.]
When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window [Dog barking in distance.]
So many different people to be That it's strange So strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch Mm-hmm Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder - What do you think I see? - [Computers whirring.]
Some other cat lookin' over His shoulder at me And he's strange Sure is strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch, yeah Beatniks are out to make it rich [Mouse clicks.]
Oh, no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch You got to pick up every stitch Two rabbits runnin' in the ditch Beatniks out to make it rich Oh, no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch When I go When I look out my window What do you think I see? And when I look in my window So many different people to be It's strange Sure is strange Oh, no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch
Mercedes" Augie: Showing up to a jobs fair in a Mercedes-Benz.
Sign of the times, I guess, right? Maybe it's the Mayor, coming to check out his big to-do.
[Tires screeching, grunting, screaming.]
Pete: Got 16 dead, triple that in injuries.
- Somebody lost control.
- Bill: He didn't lose control.
Retirement you hate it, don't you? It's an adjustment.
Ida: When was the last time you had sex? You propositioning me, Ida? You need to find some sort of purpose.
[Distorted laughing.]
- Jerome! - Shit! You any good at computers? Yeah.
You know I am.
Is it possible for a file to just disappear on its own? Whoever did this knows his shit.
Robi: And this is your job right here, Brady.
Now, whether you choose to see me as such or not, I'm sort of your mentor in life.
Bill: Was it ever disclosed that the Smiley Face sticker was found on the steering wheel? Pete: Of all the cases for you to obsess over - 16 people died! - I'm still on the case.
You're retired.
[T Bone Burnett's "It's Not Too Late" plays.]
The wind turns like a dagger The rain falls like a hammer The sky has grown dark But it's not too late The weather crashes down What's lost cannot be found The night is closing But it's not too late It's not too late It's not too late The atmosphere is lethal But I will fear no evil [Clicks.]
Janice: Happy birthday, dear Patti Happy birthday to you Yay! [Smooching.]
You did so good! Can you smile for the camera? Look right at Grandma.
Oh, it's certainly a big day, one month old.
You know, if you were a dog, you'd be like five years old.
Is that right? Sally: I think you got the math a little backwards, sweetie.
Oh, yeah.
That's okay.
I think we'll leave the math tutoring to Grandma, and then I'll stay in charge of fashion.
[Gasps.]
I bet when you grow up you might be the first woman president.
Wouldn't that be something? [Laughs.]
We can dream, right, Grandma? [Distorted laughing.]
- [Beeps.]
- [Sighs.]
[Glass thuds.]
[Mouse clicks.]
Okay.
Happy birthday to you [Clicks.]
[Sighs.]
[Rustling.]
[Dog barks in distance.]
[Keyboard keys clacking.]
[Sighs.]
[Rustling.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
[Barking continues.]
Who's out there? Who's there? [Hinges creaking.]
I'm not in the fucking mood.
I will blow your head off, so help me, God.
- [Rustling.]
- Freeze! Fred, for fuck's sake.
[Twig snaps.]
Freeze! You! - [Grunts.]
- Freeze! Don't you fucking move! I'll blow your head off! You're a goddamn dead man!! [Distorted laughing.]
[Whimpering.]
Jesus fucking Christ.
[Groans.]
What the hell were you doing in there? - [Door opens.]
- Ida: Bill? What's the matter? - [Coughing.]
- Call an ambulance.
Oh, my God! Just call an ambulance, would you? [Grunting.]
Yeah.
[Groans.]
It's good and broke.
But you're gonna be fine.
Please, help me.
Man: We don't know right now [Indistinct chatter.]
Who is he? He's the neighbor, lives next door.
Always playing street hockey.
What was he doing in your back yard? I dunno.
Climbing the fence.
Here.
Drink this.
Quickly.
What? Your breath.
You smell like a saloon.
Loaded man, loaded gun, it's not good, Bill.
Drink it! God.
What happened was this: I saw you becoming unhinged after the incident.
You were having a panic attack.
I brought you whiskey to calm your nerves.
Do it.
With any luck, somebody will catch it on camera.
You can introduce it at your trial as Exhibit A.
You almost shot a kid, Bill.
He snuck out to go to a party.
You evidently caught him sneaking back in.
Is he gonna be okay? Mangled his arm good.
- He said you had a gun.
- I did, yeah.
I thought he was an intruder.
I got a permit for the gun, I'm a retired police officer.
Decorated retired detective.
This is Bill Hodges.
Ugh.
Where's the weapon now? Back in the house.
Needed to calm my nerves.
Too much adrenaline, it's not good for the heart.
The boy said you pointed the gun at his head and threatened him.
Yeah, well, like I said, I thought he was an intruder.
I was scared for my life.
There a problem? Nope.
Fucking dick.
[Engine starts.]
Ida: Are you sure you're okay? I've got an herb tea I like before bed.
It calms me if I'm anxious.
I'm good.
Bourbon hit the spot.
Thank you, Ida.
I'm fine.
- You don't look fine.
- I am.
Thank you again.
[Water running.]
Bill, retirement messes with some people.
Yeah, that seems to be a running theme.
You know, for what it's worth, I'm good with mess.
Look at the way I live.
Life is s'posed to be messy, I read it somewhere.
Well, seems like you're right where you want to be.
- Well, I'm just next door.
- Yep, thank you.
Good night.
[Sighs.]
[Door opens, closes.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Groans.]
[Groans.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Distorted laughing.]
[Groans.]
[Breathing heavily.]
We don't give warranties with repairs.
That is only on new products.
Don't stand behind your work? We do, wh, we're very proud of our service.
Uh, our policy with warranties, however Yeah, fine.
Thank you for your patronage, sir.
What was that? Oh, um that's also a policy that we have.
We thank customers for their continued patronage.
Can I say something? I may be out of line, but Oh, yeah, no.
Please.
Yeah, it's a free country.
I mean, sort of.
I have small children.
Sometimes, I bring them with me.
I have no problem with alternative lifestyles.
But when it's flaunted kids might get the idea that it's not alternative.
That it's normal.
That's a message that concerns me.
I understand.
And not to exacerbate your concern, but, uh there was this recent study out of Germany that says that by 2060 homosexuals are gonna completely rule the world.
Actually, just the dykes.
The pansies, well, they'll still be pansies.
Thank God, right? - [Chuckles.]
- Freak.
[Door opens, doorbell dings.]
What the fuck was that? Did you hear what he said to me? I don't care.
He's a customer.
So he's allowed to gay-bash? Yes.
He's the fucking customer.
Oh my God, Lou.
You act like people need us, like they gotta come here.
Why don't we just hang a sign that says, "We sell shit, but we don't take it," it'll save us a little time.
- [Chuckles.]
- And you.
Brady? It is not appropriate for you to find her funny.
Ever.
Our bread and butter our lifeline is customer service.
It's the only thing that tethers us to survival, customer fucking service.
Wait.
Did you just smile again? I'm sorry.
You're not sorry, Brady.
I have a compass for contrition.
You're not sorry at all.
Alright.
We're all three gonna revisit this at lunchtime.
- Robi.
- And certain issues will be addressed.
There are certain realities you both need to be made aware of.
I hate reality checks.
[Chuckles.]
Jerome: So you got this by e-mail? Yeah, that had the link to the to the other UVid shit.
Family evidently posted this as, you know, some kind of memorial tribute or whatever.
[Keyboard keys clacking.]
Okay, so our guy Distorted it, and then sent the distorted version to me.
Distorted it exactly how? Just He just had some stuff coming out of her mouth.
The point is, it's not in the original UVid thing, you know? Yeah.
Well, this guy is still covering his tracks pretty good with the e-mail itself.
Wow, this guy's really trying to get into your head, isn't he? Yeah, seems so.
And this lady, she was one of the victims of that Mercedes thing? Yeah, sh-she and the baby both.
[Cellphone rings.]
Yeah, hello? Bill, you shoot anybody today? Or almost? You're hysterical.
We need to have a little talk, my friend.
Yeah, why is that? Because there's a kid lying in a hospital bed right now whose head you almost blew off last night.
Come on down to the station.
He was trespassing on my property.
In the middle of the night! Come down to the station, Bill.
I'm serious.
Fuck.
[Leonard Cohen's "Avalanche" plays.]
Well, I stepped into an avalanche It covered up my soul - Fuck.
- When I am not this Hunchback that you see I sleep beneath the golden hill Fuck it! You who wished to conquer pain You must learn, learn to serve me well [Indistinct talking.]
You strike my side by accident As you go down for your gold The cripple here that you clothe and feed Is neither starved nor cold He does not ask for your company Not at the center, the center of the world It is your turn, beloved It is your flesh that I wear How you doing? - Hey, Bill.
How you doing? - Good, yeah.
Never better.
[Door opens.]
[Indistinct chatter.]
- What do you want? - How deep in the bag were you? Not at all.
A little bourbon to calm my nerves.
By 2:00 in the morning, I figure you to be pretty much a skunk.
You're outside in your pajamas with a loaded gun.
By all reports, you looked shit-faced.
You pointed your weapon at a teenager, one whose head you threatened to blow off.
Anybody else but you, you're in a jail cell.
Lucky to be me I guess.
What were you doing just now in the parking lot? What do you mean? I mean you were standing there in a fucking daze.
- I wasn't in a daze.
- What were you doing? I was just looking around.
And smelling shit.
You were smelling shit? Yeah, my sensories opened up, and I was smelling shit.
[Indistinct chatter.]
I was just taking some measure that's all.
M-Measure? Measure of what? Of everything.
The units, the buildings the place I used to belong.
Smells, colors, stuff I never did before.
Imagine that? 30-years-plus a detective, in the business of seeing this shit that other lay eyes don't notice.
And you miss things right in front of your nose.
That's what I was doing in the parking lot.
Just seeing and smelling the shit right in front of me.
Bill, how how much have you been drinking lately? Not enough.
Last night, for example, I was interrupted by the trespasser.
The latest medical wisdom on men of advancing years is they might want to cut back on downing their weight in vodka and beer.
Crazy talk.
You'll die, Bill.
Like, real soon.
Fuck off.
You You nearly shot a kid.
I didn't nearly shoot a kid.
You did.
A child.
Get that through your head.
Almost put an empty chair at the table for his family to look at the rest of their lives.
Please, tell me you get that.
[Grunts.]
Garbage men and and and guys who sell insurance can retire clean.
But we we have all these cases we thought we'd get another crack at.
You get up every day now knowing you didn't catch that perp, clear that case, didn't didn't speak up for that victim.
The motivational part of the speech coming up, is it? Find a goal.
Painting, model airplanes, some fucking thing.
I don't want to go to your funeral in six months.
They'll make me a pallbearer, and you're too fucking fat to carry.
I'll tweak my back, have to file for disability, and end up where you're at.
And that'll fucking blow.
Coffee still tastes like piss.
[Indistinct chatter.]
[Door opens.]
Get a fucking hobby? I've got a fucking hobby alright.
What's wrong with you? You never see an old guy talking to himself before? You're new to the planet, are you? Fuck off while you're at it.
[Engine starts.]
- Get out of the fucking way.
- [Horn honks.]
You get a fucking hobby.
[Tires screech, horn honks.]
Bollocks! [Reagan Youth's "Anytown" plays.]
Run, Spot, run Run, Spot, run At 6:00, the milkman comes around Another day in anytown I wake up with a frown - [Knock on door.]
- Deborah: Brady? - Another day in anytown - Busy! - Run, Spot, run - [Knocking continues.]
Open the door! Run, spot, run - Sally, Dick, and Mark - [Pounding on door.]
I said busy! - We took my dog Spot to the park - Open the door, please! Come on, open the door.
[Pounding continues.]
[Music stops.]
[Door opens.]
[Lock clicks.]
Why aren't you at work? I'm headed right back.
I just have something here I have to do.
What? It's private.
I-I want to come down there.
- What? No.
- This is my house.
And that's my work space.
No fucking way.
- Did you just swear at me, Brady? - I'm sorry.
I'd like to talk to you, please.
Well, I've gotta head back to the store.
I don't care.
We need to talk.
Now.
[Door closes.]
I'd like to know about this secret project of yours.
I have a right to know what's going on in my house, Brady.
I'll tell you when the time is right.
That's not a satisfactory response.
Well, you'll have to make do.
Isn't that your specialty? Making do? There's a saying maybe you've heard it a mother can only be as happy as her saddest child.
You seem very sad to me, Brady.
Almost angry, in fact.
Now you and I have been through some considerable hardships.
- We lost your father and your brother - I don't want to talk about it.
Well, I think maybe it needs to be discussed.
No, no, no, no.
- Eat.
- [Plate slides.]
It's good for your blood sugar.
Look, let me just say this.
I won't presume to understand your life.
But my life you're it.
[Voice breaking.]
You're all I have.
When I go to bed at night, I-I never know whether to be excited about what's going on in that basement.
Or worried.
I l I lie in bed, and I agonize, Brady.
I agonize.
Now.
E-Either you care about that.
Or you don't.
[Sighs.]
[Slurps.]
[Birds chirping.]
[Brakes squeal.]
[Window creaks.]
Olivia: I would ask that you be somewhat quiet as my mother is upstairs sleeping.
She's not well.
I don't know what I can possibly tell you that I haven't already.
Thank you.
Well, we were just wondering and I know we've asked before but we still wonder whether it's possible that either you left the key in the ignition Of course I didn't.
- or if there's a spare key - The key was in my hand.
I locked the car with my key when I got out, as I always do.
The thing is, Mrs.
Trelawney, it's kind of an unconscious thing, where somebody puts their key.
It becomes a form of habit.
- Do you think possibly - The key was in my hand.
There's nothing unconscious about it, Detective.
The fob has a panic button.
I always hold the key should I be attacked by a mugger.
I keep the key in my hand, finger on the button, until I'm safely in my own house.
I never get out of the car without my key.
Never.
I gave you the key, for God's sakes.
- But if it were a spare key instead - It wasn't.
Am I not making myself clear? No, you seem pretty positive, actually.
Almost defensive.
How dare you? - I wasn't suggesting - You most certainly were.
And it is suggested by many that I'm partially to blame for this tragedy.
It is outrageous.
We don't mean to offend you.
[Vehicle approaches.]
[Car beeping.]
[Beeping stops.]
Afternoon, sir.
May I ask what you're doing here? You've been parked here quite a while.
Sir? Well, I hope you have the authority to ask.
Beg your pardon? I think you're private security, but I want to see some ID.
Then, I want to see the carry-conceal permit for that cannon you got inside your coat.
And it better be in your wallet and not in the glove compartment of your car, or you're in violation of Section 19 of the City Firearms Code.
Are you a cop? Retired.
And I've forgotten neither my rights nor your responsibility.
So, let me see your ID and your carry permit.
Then we can discuss my presence here.
Vigilant Guard Services.
Good name.
Your turn.
Bill Hodges.
Ended my tour Detective First Class.
My last big case was the Mercedes killer.
I'm guessing that'll give you a good idea what I'm doing here.
Olivia Trelawney.
She's dead, you know.
Yeah, I heard.
Does somebody live in there now? Not as far as I know.
Sister inherited it.
She keeps an eye on the place, checks in from time to time.
The sister? Janey Patterson? Yeah, that's the one.
She's a nice lady.
I thought she lived in Los Angeles.
Moved back to look after her mother.
Mother still alive? As far as I know.
It goes without saying, this store faces enormous challenges.
But should it need saying, we're covered.
Yeah, yeah, we're totally good on that.
The future is fraught with uncertainty as the world continues to go digital.
Electronics, DVD's so much of what we sell will be obsolete in a heartbeat.
My concern is that we're not ready to surmount the enormous hurdles that lie ahead.
Do you know what business goodwill is, Lou? - Kind of.
- Tell me.
When you don't give customers shit for gay-bashing.
[Sighs.]
I like you both.
You both have good skill-sets.
But I find you both to be riddled with underlying contempt.
Contempt for me is okay.
I'm the boss.
Contempt for the customer however, that is untenable.
Brady, my deeper concern runs to you.
You're weird.
I'm sorry, I wish I could find a softer term or something more clinical, but frankly, sometimes you come across as just plain weird.
Robi, you don't get to say that.
It is my job to say it.
The customers like Brady, they request him all the time.
Because he can fix shit.
But they also find him "a little off" occasionally.
Look, you want more than your station, you have to dial that back to zero.
[Sighs.]
In three weeks, as you know, The Edmund Mills Arts Center is having its groundbreaking gala.
Thousands of people figure to be there.
I'm told even the Governor.
Depending on who's running the store, I'm gonna need either or both of you manning our booth there.
This is a business opportunity for us.
I cannot have you flippant.
I cannot have you impersonable.
I cannot have you "a little off.
" Do you hear what I'm telling both of you? You either shape up, or I ship you out.
Now, let's go move some product! [Engine stops.]
[Car alarm beeps.]
[Children shouting playfully in distance.]
[Doorbell rings.]
- Bill.
- Ida.
Uh Malasadas.
Portuguese donut of sorts.
Delicious.
Well.
I-I just wanted to, um Thank you for last night.
You were very kind.
I just thought, you know Commemorate my kindness with a Portuguese donut.
How lovely.
Will you have some tea? Uh, well, I, um Bill, you're retired.
Come and have some tea.
[Dog barking in distance.]
Don't think I've ever sat in a gazebo.
Oh, I love it here in the summertime.
So neat, tidy.
Are you saying I'm fastidious? Okay.
Anal? Fastidious is fine.
[Chuckles.]
It's all so perfectly intact.
That's the way I like to keep things.
My mind, my smile, my body.
Relax.
I'm not gonna throw myself at you.
I only do that once.
I have my pride.
Going forward, I will only list in your direction.
[Laughs.]
Look at that.
That's an actual smile.
Don't pull a muscle now.
[Laughs.]
Do you mind me asking you know, like you said, you know, you've got options.
Like, why - Why you? - Yeah.
Well, you're pleasantly charming.
And incomparably convenient.
I like sleeping alone, in my own bed.
It's rude to throw somebody out, I don't like driving at night, especially if I've had a martini or two.
There's something to be said for right next door.
That's it? I'm convenient? And charming.
[Chuckles.]
You know, um in addition to being out of control last night, you seemed unwell.
Like on the verge of a coronary.
When When was the last time you saw a doctor? I mean, other than interrogating one on a crime.
Must every conversation turn to my lack of fitness? I'm only being a concerned neighbor who grew up in the family mortuary business.
I'll leave it at that.
Will you? I promise.
Alright, well, I got to get back.
I got a tortoise to feed.
Thank you for the tea.
A pleasure.
[Gates hinges creak.]
[Dog barking in distance.]
Brady: "Greetings, Detective.
I hope this letter finds you well.
I fear the opposite.
I am informed that retired police officers have an extremely high suicide rate.
In most cases, the officers have no family members who might see the warning signs.
Many, like you, are divorced, their grown children living away from home.
I think of you, all alone in your house on Harper Road, Detective Hodges, and I grow concerned.
Are you watching a lot of TV? Are you drinking more? I certainly hope you're monitoring your diet.
Many depressed retired officers rather than sticking to nutrient-dense foods, instead opt to eat their gun.
Shedding years off their lives in the process.
I do hope you'll look after yourself, Detective.
If not, well rest assured I'll keep close watch.
Your devoted follower, Mister Mercedes.
Care to get in touch, try Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella.
I even got you a username Kermitfrog19.
Password: Smush.
" [Knock on door.]
Hey, boss.
- Hey.
- [Odell barks.]
Odell! Come on, buddy.
You know how the old man feels about you sitting in his special chair.
Out you go.
Odell! - [Barking continues.]
- Come on.
Good boy! [Barking continues.]
You know, you could use a dog.
Keep the kids out of your yard at night.
Dude, that turtle ain't doing shit.
It's a tortoise.
Oh.
I got a letter from my new pen pal.
He put this one in writing.
- Seriously? - Yeah.
Wow, hard evidence, he's getting sloppy.
Oh, thanks.
Well, what'd he say? None of your business.
This is between him and me.
What What do you mean? Look, I'm like your Watson, Sherlock.
Tell me what he said, please.
- Just look at the P.
S.
Don't touch it.
- All right.
"P.
S.
Care to get in touch, try Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella.
I even got you a username 'Kermitfrog19'.
And your password is 'Smush'.
" He even knows my name.
What? My first given name is Kermit.
I haven't heard it since I was 17, the day I left to come here from Ireland.
How am I gonna contact this Debbie's Blue Umbrella shit? You listening to me? No.
I'm still stuck on Kermit, that's your fucking name? For real? - One of my names.
- [Laughs.]
Just tell me how I can contact this prick.
Well, I mean, it ain't rocket science.
You just log on to Under Debbie's Blue Umbrella and then, wherever it says "username," just plug in the "Kermitfrog19.
" [Chuckles.]
Okay, wait, I have a question.
Is this like an Irish-green-frog connection thing? With the Kermit - Hardy-har-har.
- [Laughs.]
Alright, can I read the rest of the letter, Kermit? No, no, no, I'll tell you what you can beat it, that's what you can do.
- Oh.
- And don't come around here anymore.
I don't want you coming round here.
What? He obviously knows my address.
It's not safe.
Come on, let's go.
I mean it.
Alright, well, I mean, if you need me, you know - Sure - call me.
Yeah, thanks.
- [Grunting.]
I can do it.
- Come on, push! I know you can do it! Push! You got to believe in it! Push! Push! Come on, Barbara! Keep it moving.
One more pound today.
Two pounds! You push yourself! If you want it, you're gonna have to go get it.
I'm trying! You try harder, Barbara.
That's what it's about.
Hi, Mom.
Mm-hmm.
that's it.
That's all you have to do.
What'cha doing? Jumping Jacks.
What does it look like I'm doing? Come on, Barbara.
Come on, Barbara.
You got to push.
You got to push if you want it.
Show me you want it.
[Door unlocks.]
Push yourself.
I know you can do it.
Push.
Let's go, Barbara.
Let's do this.
Don't you dare stop! Don't you dare stop! You get crazy on it! You keep moving! - [Footsteps receding.]
- Show me you want it.
- I can do it.
- I know you can do it.
Push! You got to believe it.
Push.
Come on, Barbara.
Come on, you got to show what you want.
You want it? You have to go get it.
You, uh You wanna know what I'm working on? Here it is.
- What is it? - It's It's like a remote.
Except it's a super remote.
- [Television turns off.]
- I call it "Thing B.
" There was an earlier incarnation "Thing A.
" But this is "Thing B.
" Kind of like those Dr.
Seuss books you used to love when you were a kid.
[Chuckles.]
Slightly different, but What does it do? Controls shit.
Lots of shit.
Thing A could open every garage door on the street, not that that's difficult.
Could capture transmitter frequencies, stuff like that.
This one does more.
Like what? [Clears throat.]
Let's just say it activates and de-activates almost anything I want.
Not everything, but you know, depending on what I program it to.
[Sighs.]
This is gonna make us rich, Ma.
A few more refinements, I'll be selling the patent to The Pentagon.
They'll be fighting wars with it, you know, they'll be able to diffuse or or detonate bombs from miles away.
It just looks like a big TV remote.
[Both laugh.]
Well, it controls a lot more.
[Chuckles.]
Has, uh, microchips for a brain.
Soon, I'll be able to control people's smart phones with this.
Is that legal? No.
That's That's why it has to stay so secret.
You don't need to worry, Ma.
I'm taking care of us in that basement.
Wow.
Well, what do you have it programmed to do now? - Like, what does it - Two things.
Mrs.
Blanchard's blinds.
Dirty little boy.
And traffic lights.
Traffic lights? Red.
Yellow.
Green.
Whatever I fancy.
- W-Which traffic lights? - Um pretty much all of 'em.
[Scoffs.]
Wow.
Thing B.
Bzzt! [Vehicle approaches.]
[Engine stops.]
[Car alarm beeps.]
[Intercom rings.]
Janey: Yes? Bill Hodges.
We spoke on the phone? Of course.
Come up.
[Door unlocks.]
- Detective.
- Mrs.
Patterson? Call me Janey.
Come in, please.
Okay.
I really appreciate you agreeing to see me.
I'm more than happy to.
I want to catch this fucking prick.
That's why you're here, isn't it? Well.
As I said on the phone, I'm now retired.
But you can't let it go.
Officially, I'm not here.
Understood.
Would you like coffee? - Anything? - No, I'm fine.
Come sit.
[Clears throat.]
Uh, as I mentioned before, - I worked on the case.
- You worked on the case, yeah.
My sister spoke of you not highly.
Ah.
Well She didn't like most people.
And the feelings were often mutual.
I see.
Uh, as I said, I'm now retired, but, um In the past few days I believe I've been contacted by, uh, well, him.
I've, uh, received messages both on my computer and in regular mail.
Now, it could be hoax.
This case garnered a lot of attention.
The nuts keep coming out of the woodwork.
But the message I received He wrote to her, too.
At least, she told me that he did.
Did she report this to the police? She said she did, yeah.
And? They said it was most likely some nut-job just just trying to get attention, and, frankly, I thought they were probably right.
Do you have the letters? All of her things are stored in a warehouse.
Whether or not she kept them, I don't know.
Still got her computer? All of it's in the warehouse.
Wh-What kinds of things is he saying in the messages? [Sighs.]
A lot of stuff.
Pretty sick, most of it.
Has suicide come up? Sorry? Well, i-if what my sister told me was true, he he was taunting her, uh, to to make her feel like she was partly responsible for what happened, and Encouraging her? Encouraging her to take her own life, yeah.
Maybe I will trouble you for that cup of coffee.
[Door closes.]
Got some reports to write.
I'll set the alarm.
Cool.
[Door hinges creak.]
[Lock clicks.]
[Keyboard keys clacking.]
[Panting, moaning.]
- Yeah, baby! - [Groans.]
Yeah.
[Computer powers down.]
[Whirring, crackling.]
Oh, Jesus! God! [Grunts.]
Oh, fuck! [Smoke alarm beeping.]
God.
[Vehicle approaches.]
[Engine stops.]
- Officer.
- Sir.
Lou.
What happened? His computer exploded or something while he was watching porn.
[Scoffs.]
Alright, alright, alright.
[Groans.]
W-What do you mean, his computer exploded? I don't know.
The microcontroller on the lithium batteries, if it's if there's a defect, it can overheat and explode.
Yeah.
It's happened before, I read about it.
That's why I hate those fucking lithium things.
- Is he gonna be okay? - Yeah.
I mean, yeah.
He's gonna be fine.
Fried his brain, watching porn.
Can you believe that? [Engine starts.]
And we're the ones who are "off.
" God.
[Chuckles.]
Janey: Do you still have full access to the police department? Uh, well, actually, no.
The Department feel I've gone a bit bat-shit over this case.
Have you? A little.
Have you shown them the letter you received? - Not yet, no.
- Why not? I suppose I lack confidence that they'll act on it.
You plan to act on it.
- I do.
- Why? Every cop gets one they just can't shake.
No matter what.
This is mine.
I want to know.
I want to know who tormented my sister till she killed herself.
Police don't seem to care.
I-I don't think that's necessarily true.
You know it is.
My mother was the only one who fully believed her.
Where's your mother now? She's at a place called Sunny Acres.
It's about 30 miles from here.
Would it be possible for me to speak with her? She's not always lucid.
But on a good day, yeah.
Let's pray for a good day, then.
[Donovan's "Season of the Witch" plays.]
[Volume increases.]
When I look out my window Many sights to see And when I look in my window [Dog barking in distance.]
So many different people to be That it's strange So strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch Mm-hmm Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch When I look over my shoulder - What do you think I see? - [Computers whirring.]
Some other cat lookin' over His shoulder at me And he's strange Sure is strange You got to pick up every stitch You got to pick up every stitch, yeah Beatniks are out to make it rich [Mouse clicks.]
Oh, no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch You got to pick up every stitch Two rabbits runnin' in the ditch Beatniks out to make it rich Oh, no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch When I go When I look out my window What do you think I see? And when I look in my window So many different people to be It's strange Sure is strange Oh, no Must be the season of the witch Must be the season of the witch, yeah Must be the season of the witch