Mr. Mercedes (2017) s01e09 Episode Script
Ice Cream, You Scream, We All Scream
1 Hodges: Previously on "Mr.
Mercedes" [Sizzling.]
There you are.
You don't look so good.
I survived.
- [Groaning.]
- Mom? Mom, mom! [Groaning.]
When When did you eat this, Mom?! When did you fucking eat this? - [Screaming.]
- You've ingested poison.
You're gonna have to throw up, okay? I know how hard you tried to tell us before, and I'm sorry, brother, truly.
I cracked it.
- "Spooks"? - Yeah.
- [Woman screams.]
- Oh.
- Why did you let him murder my baby? - Fuck.
Hodges: Any idea where she would have bought her computer? Or who serviced it? What do you call those guys? Oh, her Geek Freak.
You know what you are, Brady? You're not working out.
[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 ["Here Comes Your Man" by Pixies plays.]
Outside there's a box car waiting Outside the family stew Out by the fire breathing Outside we wait 'til face turns blue I know the nervous walking I know the dirty beard hangs Out by the box car waiting Take me away to nowhere plains There is a wait so long So long, so long You'll never wait so long Here comes your man Here comes your man Here comes your man Nothing on her computer as to who might have had access - and who might have serviced it.
- How about where she bought it? Still running that down.
So you made no progress? We will, give us time.
He just blew a person up.
That isn't lost on me.
No, just everything else.
I-I-I am hearing some emotion.
And I'm gonna keep you close to this case 'cause, uh, frankly, we'll take all the help we can get, but what I can't have is you mucking things up with your personal feelings for the victim.
Hmm? - You get that, Bill? - You bring the FBI in? We're in contact, swapping databases, but it's still local.
- Yeah? You watching my home? - Absolutely.
Well, maybe you shouldn't be.
At least not so fucking obviously.
I mean, you think he doesn't know you're there? He wants me.
I'm his target.
Let him come, I say.
Let him come.
Pete, captain wants to see us.
Keep an eye on my neighbor while you're at it, will ya? Ida's a friend of mine.
This fuck likely knows it.
Thanks.
Brady: Chaos.
Male Voice: 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, - Darkness.
- 14 [Reagan Youth's "U.
S.
A.
" plays.]
In U.
S.
, A's for anarchy, Not bullshit democracy Red, white, and blue is all you see But does it mean you're really free?! In U.
S.
, A's for anarchy Not bullshit democracy I want total liberty I want peace and anarchy They tell us how to act Well, what they meant was slavery With standards and authority How can you think you're really free? In U.
S.
, A's for The bomber and Mercedes killer, one and the same? Pete: All signs point to it.
We're certainly not putting it out there yet, but How sure are you, percentage-wise? - 75%.
- 80%.
I got a lot of concerned people, including the mayor, especially with this Edmund Mills gala coming up.
We at risk there? No indiction, but can we rule it out? No.
His target outside the church was Hodges.
Janelle Patterson was not supposed to be in the car.
We're not even sure if the city center was premeditated.
He might have been just cruising around in a stolen Benz, suddenly went rogue.
Wearing latex gloves and a clown mask? This bombing at the church, that was certainly planned, even if he missed his target.
What's Hodges' role in all this? He was working the case back then.
I'm not talking then, I'm talking now.
It's all in the report.
It appears the Mercedes killer or someone pretending to be him has tried to engage Bill Hodges.
And Bill Hodges decided to engage back? He did nothing wrong.
[Sighs.]
Last I heard, Bill Hodges' only hobby in life was alcoholism.
You're out of line.
Do we have a retired detective compromising this investigation? We do not.
If anything, the retired detective was instrumental in breaking it.
And what does that say about the two of you? This is where, if I didn't care about my pension, I'd tell you to go fuck yourself.
[Sighs.]
Hundreds of people are expected to be on hand for the Edmund Mills gala this weekend Fuck me up the ass.
What are you doing here, Holly? I-I came to return something.
Um Well, I-I I sort of took this.
You stole the bulldog? No, I did not steal it.
I borrowed it to carry with me for the day, and I planned to bring it back, and you called my mother and threw me out of the house before I could.
So I'm returning it now.
Thanks.
He makes me feel safe somehow.
The bulldog? Yeah.
I had it right near my pillow.
It was the best sleep that I maybe ever had, like, like, it was watching out for me somehow.
What? We all so happily believe that God is watching over us, yet the idea that the almighty might be so almighty that it could inhabit an inanimate object? That's just beyond the scope of our imagination? That's bullshit.
Or, I mean, if you prefer the Irish translation, it's "fooked.
" You can keep the bulldog.
I could never.
My daughter doesn't have much use for it.
She bought it because it had meaning for her.
And it It will again for her, I know.
Well, in the meanwhile, let's put it to good use.
You need your sleep.
Thank you.
So, have you had any recent contact under Debbie's Blue Umbrella? No, no, no.
No, he's not responding.
It's, uh, likely he's gone underground after, you know Your car and my cousin exploded.
After that, yeah.
So, we need to bait him, you know, lure him out.
What we need is for you to go home.
Does your mother know you're here? 'Cause if she does, I am soon gonna be arrested.
No, I told her I was going to the library.
Well, I'm calling a cab.
You need to go.
Wait, wait.
Hold on.
I No, no, I'm not holding on.
You need to go.
I went over to Olivia's apartment, and I found this.
This is who serviced her computer.
[Telephone ringing.]
Man: Any available associate to the front desk, please.
[Sighs.]
What the fuck are you doing? I'm organizing.
Uh, no, I need you out on the floor.
You're back here moving shit? Jesus.
First you come in late.
- I wasn't late.
- Yes, you were.
You should be glad I'm here at all.
I'm still feeling sick.
Oh, bullshit.
You're not sick, other than maybe some psycho way.
You're recalcitrant's what you are.
What the hell is this? That's the Sony H Surround Sound Theater System.
I didn't even know we had that in stock.
We don't.
It's a special order.
Customer never showed, we have to send it to collections.
What are you doing with them? Just organizing them.
Organizing.
Are you up to something? You're stealing them.
What? What are you doing with the speakers? I spoke to Josh about using them, setting up a viewing station so kids can watch shit while their parents shop.
You get the kids, you get the parents.
Same as selling ice cream.
[Chuckles.]
So you're end-running me to Josh? You and he best buds now? What's the problem, Robi? Problem? Seems to be you, Brady.
In case it's somehow lost on you, I am under a lot of stress here.
We already had to back out of the gala 'cause we couldn't pull it together fast enough.
That's a reflection on me.
Now, corporate's talking about superstores.
I need my team stepping up, not checking out, do you hear me? Do you fucking hear me?! I hear you.
Three out calls.
And I expect you back within the hour, or so help me God, you will be replaced.
[The Cramps' "Human Fly" plays.]
[Car alarm chirps.]
Well I'm a human fly I-I said F-L-Y I say "buzz buzz buzz" A-And it's just becuz I-I'm a human fly A-And I don't know why I got 96 tears and 96 eyes I got a Pete: Hold on, cowboy.
Our rodeo.
I'm just going in to browse.
Right.
Can I see it? Business card? Oh, uh I suppose you want to see it, as well, keep current.
- Fuck off.
- Easy.
- I'm going in with you.
- No, Bill.
As you said yourself, you need all the help you can get, and I know this case better.
Don't overstep.
I never overstep.
Don't let them walk away, Emily.
Don't let them walk away.
It's why you can never make a sale.
No, you keep them here.
Trip them if you have to.
I mean, don't actually trip them.
We don't want a lawsuit, but just don't let 'em leave.
Uh, good morning, welcome to Supreme Electronix.
- How can I help you? - I'm Detective Dixon.
This is Detective Torres.
Retired Detective Bill Hodges.
Uh, wow.
[Chuckles.]
Okay.
We have some questions about an Olivia Trelawney, who we believe was a customer of yours.
- Olivia Trelawney? - Yeah.
What, you mean the Mercedes lady? That's correct.
Uhh, yeah, she was a customer.
Did she ever take, uh, service calls in her home? [Sighs.]
Quite frequently.
She, uh, had a lot of issues with her computers.
Well, uh, she had a lot of issues with everything, actually.
We're out there all the time.
She's a bit of a nuisance, truth be told.
Who went out to the house? Was it the same technician every visit? Yeah, it was always Brady Hartsfield.
She always requested him.
It's kind of his clientele.
- What, older women? - Yes.
Is Mr.
Hartsfield here? Well, you just missed him, actually.
He went out on a call, but he'll be back within the hour.
Should be.
Would you mind giving us his contact info? You have a driver's license on file, any ID? [Chuckles nervously.]
Well, I I'm not allowed to give out that information.
This is an urgent matter.
What did he do? We just want to ask him some questions, that's all.
Am I in danger? Only of being a dick.
Will you give us the information that we asked for, please? I'm sorry.
Why would you think you might be in danger, sir? Let's just say your being here confirms a few of my, uh, prejudices.
[Sighs.]
Brady beats to a different drum.
How so? Mm, he's just a little off, you know? Lives with his mother off.
Can I ask what this is about? - No.
- Uh, that's fine.
Brady Hartsfield, 192 Elm Street, Bridgton, Ohio, 43038.
Do you have a picture? - Uh, yeah, in our system.
- [Beep.]
There he is.
Jesus.
- The ice cream man.
- What? Mr.
Friendly.
Drives an ice-cream truck in our neighborhood.
That would be Brady.
He's always leaving work early to go drive an ice cream truck.
- What'd he do? - He didn't do anything, sir.
We just want to ask him some questions.
That's all.
You said he'd be back in an hour? Well, I can call him, get him to come right now.
- That's okay, we can wait.
- No, it's no trouble.
I'm sure I can get him back right now.
That's okay, we can wait.
We cannot wait.
We got to search his house now.
On what grounds? I mean, that he serviced the lady's computer? The computer that drove her to suicide, yeah.
We still can't get a warrant.
Listen, I interviewed a guy on Elm Street, all right? His car was broken into and messed around.
The same creepy crawler M.
O.
195 Elm Street.
- And it's still not enough.
- It's enough for me.
Wait, where are you going? I'm saying hi to his mom.
You don't need a warrant for that.
Just being neighborly.
- I'm calling in some backup.
- Not necessary.
It is to me.
[Flies buzzing.]
[Sighs.]
[Sniffs.]
I made a decision.
I'm gonna make my dent.
A much bigger dent than the first one.
This will be my masterpiece.
It won't make us rich.
But it will reunite us.
[Flies buzzing.]
How's that for a plan? I think that sounds like a very good plan.
[Doorbell rings.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Doorbell rings.]
[Dog barking.]
[Doorbell ringing.]
[Doorbell rings.]
Hodges: Hello! Anybody here? Mrs.
Hartsfield? [Knock on door.]
Hello! Anybody? Let's just knock the door down.
- Exigent circumstances.
- We can't do that, sir.
Why the fuck not? There's possibly a killer in there.
Cop: Well, this would not qualify as hot pursuit, exempting us from obtaining a search warrant.
Any evidence gathered therein together with any evidence that it might lead to would be suppressed as poisoned fruits and deemed inadmissible in a court of law.
Per the exclusionary rule, the right of the people Right out of the fuckin' Academy, are you? Graduated six months ago, sir.
That doesn't change the fact that you're not getting in this house without a warrant.
Hey, what's going on? Hey, Kenneth.
You're the dude who was asking about my car the other day, right? That's right.
Any idea where I might find Brady Hartsfield? He's not here, he's working, I think.
Kid doesn't lead a very dimensional life, according to his mother.
You know where she might be at? Uh Indiana, maybe.
Brady told me that she took a job there or something at some hair salon, but I don't know.
You were talking to him when? - Yesterday.
- Fuck.
Haven't seen him today? Oh, man, if his car isn't here, he's probably at work, all right? Yeah, he's not.
Any close friends that you know of? - Him? - Yeah.
[Laughs.]
No No, wait.
His mother told me that he's got a friend at work, some woman? Girlfriend? According to Deb, this girl isn't into guys, but, uh, you never know, right? - Right, right.
- Um Lou.
Lou something.
I don't know her last name.
Maybe he's with her.
[Cellphone rings.]
So, what's this about? I gotta take this.
Thanks, thanks, man.
Bill, Jerome and I just found something really important.
- What? - [Sighs.]
Well, I'd I'd like to discuss it in person, please.
Those with technological capabilities could be listening.
Yeah, yeah.
Um, can you come over? We're at Jerome's.
No, I gotta track someone down.
Yeah, but it's important.
You really need to see this.
On my way.
[Tires screech, engine revs.]
Ken: Officer Ken, what's your status? We are 10-19.
The suspect did not appear to be at his residence.
Copy that.
Jerome: Roseland Hills Community Center, two days.
I'm not following you.
I mean, look at these flyers.
Career night, job fair, job fair, job fair.
I mean, it's his M.
O.
It's our guy's thing.
Our guy's thing is running over people and blowing them up.
- Janey wasn't at a job fair.
- Let him finish.
If this guy's trying to reprise his star turn, job fair.
I mean, it makes perfect sense.
I mean, you said it yourself, right? He's itching to get active.
He did get active.
He hit the funeral.
I gotta go.
I get feelings.
Premonitions.
And as soon as Jerome said jobs fair, I got a feeling.
You want to know why? Because he wasn't just killing people two years ago, he was mowing down hope.
All those people standing in line, dreaming of a better future? That's hope, and he bulldozed them down using a Mercedes, of all things, the very symbol of prosperity and success.
So it wasn't just happenstance.
It was a jobs fair.
This is my feeling.
You had a feeling that God was a paperweight.
I'm not an insane person.
No, I I didn't say that, Jesus.
I have not loved many people.
And I have not been loved by many people.
Janey? This might be the most important thing that I've ever been involved with.
The first time that my own life has had actual meaning.
What I will tell you is that this is a police thing now.
Both of you, the police are on it.
You need to get on with your own lives, your own futures.
In your case, Harvard.
Let the police handle it.
Okay? What about you? What do you get on with? [Can shaking.]
- Lou: What color do you need? - Colleen: Green.
You need more red, it's Ohio.
We're a swing state.
I like this view.
Oh, wait.
You're like an angel up on that ladder.
[Laughs.]
Are you thirsty, Jordan? How are you doing? Thanks for helping us.
Like, I appreciate it.
[Cans shaking.]
- What do you need? Blue? - Green.
Green.
Are these supposed to be, like, sitting in the sun? Excuse me? Hi.
Lou Linklather? Uh, Linklatter.
[Chuckles.]
I lather on the weekend sometimes, though, it's nice.
Linklatter, mostly, though.
Yeah.
Um, Supreme Electronix told me you'd be here.
- You worked there, I remember.
- Oh, yeah.
Uh, I used to.
- I got fired.
- Oh, no.
Yeah, I mean, that's why I'm here, helping my lady.
Do you know Brady Hartsfield? I do, why? Hey, could I talk to you for a second? Yeah.
Uhh Babe, I'll be back in one second.
All right.
What can you tell me about him, uh, Brady? Uhh, well, for starters, he's maybe the sweetest person on planet Earth.
When'd you speak to him last? I don't know, a couple days ago.
Okay.
What'd you talk about? Oh, you know, mostly private shit.
- Yeah, what sort of private shit? - The private kind.
Yeah, okay, well, listen to me now.
I'm a retired detective.
And it's possible Mr.
Hartsfield has been involved in a homicide, okay? So if you know where he is, I would seriously suggest you tell me right now.
What? A homicide? - Brady Hartsfield? - That's right.
Do you know where he is? No.
Look, dude, I don't know where you're going with this, but, uh, I can tell you, you got the wrong ice cream man.
Brady Hartsfield wouldn't hurt a fly.
Yeah, well, it's possible he would.
It's also possible his own life might be in danger.
Oh, my.
How do you figure? Well, he had a connection with Olivia Trelawney, she ended up dead, right? Yeah.
What, the Mercedes lady? That's right.
Yeah, I thought she committed suicide.
Maybe she did, but maybe she didn't.
What did you guys talk about the other day? His mom, she had she got sick, had angina or something.
Okay.
And, um, I don't know, he was really totally freaked out.
I was concerned.
Okay, when you say totally freaked out.
I don't know, he just wasn't himself.
Like, really agitated.
Okay, do you know anything else? I gotta go.
It's not the guy.
[Cellphone vibrating.]
[Vibrating stops.]
[Clock ticking.]
[Flies buzzing.]
[Kids shouting indistinctly.]
The ice cream man? Have you ever seen him near my house? Well, uh, we've all seen him driving, of course.
I've never seen him get out.
You're telling me the ice cream guy is your suspect? He's the person that serviced Olivia Trelawney's computer.
He's been hiding in plain sight ever since, watching, right under my fucking nose.
I don't know.
I've I've said hi to the kid, I've bought ice cream cones.
He seems like the Sweetest person on planet Earth, it's too big a coincidence.
If you see him, call me.
Can you promise me that? - You or the police? - Both.
My God.
You think you have a sense of people.
Right under my fucking nose.
[Lawnmower humming.]
So, can we go in on exigent circumstances? We could.
We'd be spoon-feeding him a Fourth Amendment defense in the process.
We got nothing hard, just knowledge that he serviced the lady's computer.
And also could be dangerous.
- If he is the guy, we want SWAT.
- So get them.
First, let's secure the warrant, then we'll move.
Robi: [Sighing.]
[Sighs.]
[Plastic crinkling.]
[Floorboard creaks.]
[Plate clanks.]
[Beeping.]
[Screams.]
Jesus fucking Christ! Why are the police looking for me? How did you get in here? - Just tell me, please.
- You broke into my apartment? Are you fucking kidding me? I asked you a question.
Why are the police looking for me? You tell me.
Robi.
Are you gonna make me ask you again? They wanted to know about Olivia Trelawney, whether you serviced her computer.
And what did you tell them? [Stammers.]
The truth, that you did.
As far as whatever else you did or what they think you did, I-I don't know.
All I know is they seemed very intent on finding you.
What else did you tell them? Meaning, did I tell them you're fucking crazy? That I think it was you who tampered with my computer and got it to explode, nearly killing me? I didn't do that.
So you say, but the more I think No.
You broke into my apartment, I'm not so fucking sure.
What's going on here, Brady? Are you the Mercedes killer? [Groans.]
[Groans.]
[Grunts.]
[Breathing heavily.]
- [Insects chirping.]
- [Dog barking in distance.]
Is that cabbage? You know, tortoises also like dandelions, nasturtiums, and nettles.
Oh, and prickly pears.
There's a lot of disinformation out there about their diets.
Holly.
It's safer than you think here.
I counted three unmarked police cars on your street.
I mean, do you know that your house is being watched? Yeah, I did.
Well, they don't seem to mind my coming and going.
Do they know who I am? Likely.
Your mother can't still believe you're in the library.
Movies.
Yeah, I go to a lot of movies.
So, I take it nothing yet? He's still out there? Which is why you shouldn't be.
You should be home, safe.
What makes you think my house is safe? I mean, he probably knows where I live by now if he's been watching, and I don't have police cars positioned outside.
[Dog barks in distance.]
What do you think explains him? A person like that? Don't you wonder? Underneath their skin and bones, some people, rare people, thank God, just have black holes.
They're born that way, but there's no getting at it.
No changing its mind.
The black hole rules until the host is dead.
Sometimes I hug myself without knowing that I'm really doing it.
My lips move and sounds come out, like I'm talking, even though I'm not.
It's called stimming.
Some people thump their chest or rock back and forth.
Other people let out these little, like, shrieks for no reason.
But I hug myself and, like, um, mutter.
Mike Sturdivant.
- Who? - Hmm? What? You said Mike Sturdivant.
Uh, right.
Who is he? Mm.
He was a senior when I was a freshman, and, um, he was a football player.
I was well, I was me, and, um, he saw me stim one day.
And he could have just let it go.
I mean, I was nobody, but, um, he pointed at me and laughed like I was the funniest freak that ever existed.
He said, um "Get a load of this Jibber Jibber jibber-jibbering about fuck knows what.
" And then everybody pointed and laughed.
I mean, everybody.
One person, like, balled up a piece of paper and threw it, and it hit me on the nose.
And from then on, that's all anyone ever called me.
You know, they'd chase me through the hallways and to the cafà screaming, "Jibber, jibber, jibber, jibber," and, uh I did not like it.
I did not like it one bit, and I told my mother, and she said, "Well you just have to deal with these things, that they're a part of life.
and stop being so dramatic, Holly.
And so, um, I ended up in an institution.
You know, like, on the ward end of it.
The doctor said that I'd had a break from reality because, um, I'd been found naked in my bathtub, curled up in one corner, and I wouldn't get out.
I mean, I would not get out if it meant that I had to go back to Walnut High, and so my mother sent me to the institution instead.
And it wasn't the best place in the world to be put.
But at least nobody called me Jibber Jibber.
Can I have some beer? Thank you.
[Gasps.]
Mike Sturdivant could have chosen not to bother me, and his life would have been exactly the same.
But he did bother me, and my life wasn't ever the same again, so I've had a lot of time to think about cruel people.
And what's your conclusion? I do not like them.
[Cellphone rings.]
Pete.
On my way.
- We got the warrant.
- Oh, can I come? Absolutely not.
Stay in the house.
Lock the doors, don't leave.
[Anti Nowhere League's "I Hate People" plays.]
God, I wish that I could hide away And find a wall to bang my brains I'm living in a fantasy, a nightmare's dream, reality People ride about all day in metal boxes made away I wish that they would drop the bomb And kill these people that don't belong - I hate people - I hate the human race - I hate people - I hate your ugly face - I hate people - I hate your fucking mess - I hate people - They hate me [Conversing indistinctly.]
My mother thinks that I am a jerk Because I hate my bleeding work Be like Daddy he's sincere But don't be true, or you'll be queer I'm working at my 9 to 5 With boring jerks that give me jibe They're talking of the love they give They never give, they never give - I hate people - I hate the human race - I hate people - I hate your ugly face - I hate people - I hate your fucking mess - I hate people - They hate me [Conversing indistinctly.]
- SWAT Team Member: Is it good now? - Perimeter all clear.
[Dog barking.]
[Police radio chatter.]
Nobody gone in yet? Not yet, he's maybe in there.
What? We detected some motion inside.
Nobody's answering the door.
We're not taking any chances.
- You got a spare vest handy? - What? No, no, forget it.
Letting you get this far could cost me my freaking job, Bill.
I-I don't really give a shit.
- Do you, really? - [Scoffs.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Conversing indistinctly.]
[Dog barking.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Insects chirping.]
How long do you plan to wait? Calm your balls.
What sort of movement did you detect? Mostly shadows.
Gotta be him.
Neighbor said his mother's in Indiana.
It's gotta be him.
[Beeps.]
My name is Brady Hartsfield.
If you're watching this, then you know who I am, and what I did.
Now I'm gonna tell you why.
The why question is always the most complicated.
It may be a while before you really [Clicks tongue.]
get there.
The what question will be looming a little bit larger for a few days.
Or should I say what the fuck? [Chuckles.]
Somebody will write a book about me one day.
Psychologists will profile me.
Perhaps one of those horrormeisters will write a novel.
Tonight's chapter could be called [Gasps.]
"Things that go bang in the night.
" [Beep.]
- [Horn honks.]
- [Children's music playing.]
What the fuck? [Audio feedback.]
This is Commander Fuller from the Canton Police SWAT team.
Step out of the vehicle immediately.
I repeat, step out of the vehicle immediately, or deadly force will be used! Driver, this is your final warning! Gas 'em! [Gunshots, glass shattering.]
[Children's music plays.]
I can't get a visual.
[Children's music plays.]
Breach and clear.
Hold the channel.
Could be rigged.
[Children's music plays.]
[Gunfire.]
[Music stops.]
[Dog barking.]
[Eerie laughter.]
- Let's take the house! - Let's go! Fuller: Breach up.
Gate.
Breach, you're up! SWAT Team Member: Yes, sir.
SWAT Team Member: Down, down.
[Electricity crackles.]
- [Beeping.]
- Turn it off! - Yes, sir.
- Move! [Loud beeping.]
It's encrypted, sir.
Can't turn it off.
Okay, find a fuse box, shut the power off! - Let's go! - John, you better see this! Out! Everybody, out! - Go, go, go! - Get out! - Move! Now! - Out! - Go, go, go, go, go! - Get out! [Breathing heavily.]
- Clear out! - Anderson, get out! Fuller: Go, go, go, go! SWAT Team Member: Back to the PC! Back to the PC! [Indistinct shouting.]
- We gotta go.
- Hodges: No.
[Fuse sizzling.]
Motherfucker.
We gotta go now! Bill! - I gotta see! - Let's go.
We gotta go now.
- Bill! - [Flames roaring.]
Fuck! [Glass shattering.]
[Panting.]
Jesus.
[Coughs.]
[Sirens wailing.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
Are you sure? It was him? You weren't? Young white male, late 20s, that's what I saw, lying on a nasty bed with an older woman.
Who else could it be? And there was a clown mask.
We barely got a look.
Why can't go we go in? They'll go in when they give us the okay to go in.
What's the rush? [Police radio chatter.]
[Coughs.]
[Water dripping.]
It's over, partner.
We got him.
Maybe.
[Sighs.]
I got your body and soul I got your body and soul I got your body and soul I'll never let it go I put the devil in your eye I put the devil in your eye I put the devil in your eye Than say goodbye I got your body and soul I got your body and soul I got your body and soul I'll never let it go I put the pinprick in your eye I put the pinprick in your eye I put the pinprick in your eye Than say goodbye I've never been able to very far Breaking my money to plan a new star Swimming forever, no matter where we are Blood in the water, it seems to never stop
Mercedes" [Sizzling.]
There you are.
You don't look so good.
I survived.
- [Groaning.]
- Mom? Mom, mom! [Groaning.]
When When did you eat this, Mom?! When did you fucking eat this? - [Screaming.]
- You've ingested poison.
You're gonna have to throw up, okay? I know how hard you tried to tell us before, and I'm sorry, brother, truly.
I cracked it.
- "Spooks"? - Yeah.
- [Woman screams.]
- Oh.
- Why did you let him murder my baby? - Fuck.
Hodges: Any idea where she would have bought her computer? Or who serviced it? What do you call those guys? Oh, her Geek Freak.
You know what you are, Brady? You're not working out.
[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 ["Here Comes Your Man" by Pixies plays.]
Outside there's a box car waiting Outside the family stew Out by the fire breathing Outside we wait 'til face turns blue I know the nervous walking I know the dirty beard hangs Out by the box car waiting Take me away to nowhere plains There is a wait so long So long, so long You'll never wait so long Here comes your man Here comes your man Here comes your man Nothing on her computer as to who might have had access - and who might have serviced it.
- How about where she bought it? Still running that down.
So you made no progress? We will, give us time.
He just blew a person up.
That isn't lost on me.
No, just everything else.
I-I-I am hearing some emotion.
And I'm gonna keep you close to this case 'cause, uh, frankly, we'll take all the help we can get, but what I can't have is you mucking things up with your personal feelings for the victim.
Hmm? - You get that, Bill? - You bring the FBI in? We're in contact, swapping databases, but it's still local.
- Yeah? You watching my home? - Absolutely.
Well, maybe you shouldn't be.
At least not so fucking obviously.
I mean, you think he doesn't know you're there? He wants me.
I'm his target.
Let him come, I say.
Let him come.
Pete, captain wants to see us.
Keep an eye on my neighbor while you're at it, will ya? Ida's a friend of mine.
This fuck likely knows it.
Thanks.
Brady: Chaos.
Male Voice: 19, 18, 17, 16, 15, - Darkness.
- 14 [Reagan Youth's "U.
S.
A.
" plays.]
In U.
S.
, A's for anarchy, Not bullshit democracy Red, white, and blue is all you see But does it mean you're really free?! In U.
S.
, A's for anarchy Not bullshit democracy I want total liberty I want peace and anarchy They tell us how to act Well, what they meant was slavery With standards and authority How can you think you're really free? In U.
S.
, A's for The bomber and Mercedes killer, one and the same? Pete: All signs point to it.
We're certainly not putting it out there yet, but How sure are you, percentage-wise? - 75%.
- 80%.
I got a lot of concerned people, including the mayor, especially with this Edmund Mills gala coming up.
We at risk there? No indiction, but can we rule it out? No.
His target outside the church was Hodges.
Janelle Patterson was not supposed to be in the car.
We're not even sure if the city center was premeditated.
He might have been just cruising around in a stolen Benz, suddenly went rogue.
Wearing latex gloves and a clown mask? This bombing at the church, that was certainly planned, even if he missed his target.
What's Hodges' role in all this? He was working the case back then.
I'm not talking then, I'm talking now.
It's all in the report.
It appears the Mercedes killer or someone pretending to be him has tried to engage Bill Hodges.
And Bill Hodges decided to engage back? He did nothing wrong.
[Sighs.]
Last I heard, Bill Hodges' only hobby in life was alcoholism.
You're out of line.
Do we have a retired detective compromising this investigation? We do not.
If anything, the retired detective was instrumental in breaking it.
And what does that say about the two of you? This is where, if I didn't care about my pension, I'd tell you to go fuck yourself.
[Sighs.]
Hundreds of people are expected to be on hand for the Edmund Mills gala this weekend Fuck me up the ass.
What are you doing here, Holly? I-I came to return something.
Um Well, I-I I sort of took this.
You stole the bulldog? No, I did not steal it.
I borrowed it to carry with me for the day, and I planned to bring it back, and you called my mother and threw me out of the house before I could.
So I'm returning it now.
Thanks.
He makes me feel safe somehow.
The bulldog? Yeah.
I had it right near my pillow.
It was the best sleep that I maybe ever had, like, like, it was watching out for me somehow.
What? We all so happily believe that God is watching over us, yet the idea that the almighty might be so almighty that it could inhabit an inanimate object? That's just beyond the scope of our imagination? That's bullshit.
Or, I mean, if you prefer the Irish translation, it's "fooked.
" You can keep the bulldog.
I could never.
My daughter doesn't have much use for it.
She bought it because it had meaning for her.
And it It will again for her, I know.
Well, in the meanwhile, let's put it to good use.
You need your sleep.
Thank you.
So, have you had any recent contact under Debbie's Blue Umbrella? No, no, no.
No, he's not responding.
It's, uh, likely he's gone underground after, you know Your car and my cousin exploded.
After that, yeah.
So, we need to bait him, you know, lure him out.
What we need is for you to go home.
Does your mother know you're here? 'Cause if she does, I am soon gonna be arrested.
No, I told her I was going to the library.
Well, I'm calling a cab.
You need to go.
Wait, wait.
Hold on.
I No, no, I'm not holding on.
You need to go.
I went over to Olivia's apartment, and I found this.
This is who serviced her computer.
[Telephone ringing.]
Man: Any available associate to the front desk, please.
[Sighs.]
What the fuck are you doing? I'm organizing.
Uh, no, I need you out on the floor.
You're back here moving shit? Jesus.
First you come in late.
- I wasn't late.
- Yes, you were.
You should be glad I'm here at all.
I'm still feeling sick.
Oh, bullshit.
You're not sick, other than maybe some psycho way.
You're recalcitrant's what you are.
What the hell is this? That's the Sony H Surround Sound Theater System.
I didn't even know we had that in stock.
We don't.
It's a special order.
Customer never showed, we have to send it to collections.
What are you doing with them? Just organizing them.
Organizing.
Are you up to something? You're stealing them.
What? What are you doing with the speakers? I spoke to Josh about using them, setting up a viewing station so kids can watch shit while their parents shop.
You get the kids, you get the parents.
Same as selling ice cream.
[Chuckles.]
So you're end-running me to Josh? You and he best buds now? What's the problem, Robi? Problem? Seems to be you, Brady.
In case it's somehow lost on you, I am under a lot of stress here.
We already had to back out of the gala 'cause we couldn't pull it together fast enough.
That's a reflection on me.
Now, corporate's talking about superstores.
I need my team stepping up, not checking out, do you hear me? Do you fucking hear me?! I hear you.
Three out calls.
And I expect you back within the hour, or so help me God, you will be replaced.
[The Cramps' "Human Fly" plays.]
[Car alarm chirps.]
Well I'm a human fly I-I said F-L-Y I say "buzz buzz buzz" A-And it's just becuz I-I'm a human fly A-And I don't know why I got 96 tears and 96 eyes I got a Pete: Hold on, cowboy.
Our rodeo.
I'm just going in to browse.
Right.
Can I see it? Business card? Oh, uh I suppose you want to see it, as well, keep current.
- Fuck off.
- Easy.
- I'm going in with you.
- No, Bill.
As you said yourself, you need all the help you can get, and I know this case better.
Don't overstep.
I never overstep.
Don't let them walk away, Emily.
Don't let them walk away.
It's why you can never make a sale.
No, you keep them here.
Trip them if you have to.
I mean, don't actually trip them.
We don't want a lawsuit, but just don't let 'em leave.
Uh, good morning, welcome to Supreme Electronix.
- How can I help you? - I'm Detective Dixon.
This is Detective Torres.
Retired Detective Bill Hodges.
Uh, wow.
[Chuckles.]
Okay.
We have some questions about an Olivia Trelawney, who we believe was a customer of yours.
- Olivia Trelawney? - Yeah.
What, you mean the Mercedes lady? That's correct.
Uhh, yeah, she was a customer.
Did she ever take, uh, service calls in her home? [Sighs.]
Quite frequently.
She, uh, had a lot of issues with her computers.
Well, uh, she had a lot of issues with everything, actually.
We're out there all the time.
She's a bit of a nuisance, truth be told.
Who went out to the house? Was it the same technician every visit? Yeah, it was always Brady Hartsfield.
She always requested him.
It's kind of his clientele.
- What, older women? - Yes.
Is Mr.
Hartsfield here? Well, you just missed him, actually.
He went out on a call, but he'll be back within the hour.
Should be.
Would you mind giving us his contact info? You have a driver's license on file, any ID? [Chuckles nervously.]
Well, I I'm not allowed to give out that information.
This is an urgent matter.
What did he do? We just want to ask him some questions, that's all.
Am I in danger? Only of being a dick.
Will you give us the information that we asked for, please? I'm sorry.
Why would you think you might be in danger, sir? Let's just say your being here confirms a few of my, uh, prejudices.
[Sighs.]
Brady beats to a different drum.
How so? Mm, he's just a little off, you know? Lives with his mother off.
Can I ask what this is about? - No.
- Uh, that's fine.
Brady Hartsfield, 192 Elm Street, Bridgton, Ohio, 43038.
Do you have a picture? - Uh, yeah, in our system.
- [Beep.]
There he is.
Jesus.
- The ice cream man.
- What? Mr.
Friendly.
Drives an ice-cream truck in our neighborhood.
That would be Brady.
He's always leaving work early to go drive an ice cream truck.
- What'd he do? - He didn't do anything, sir.
We just want to ask him some questions.
That's all.
You said he'd be back in an hour? Well, I can call him, get him to come right now.
- That's okay, we can wait.
- No, it's no trouble.
I'm sure I can get him back right now.
That's okay, we can wait.
We cannot wait.
We got to search his house now.
On what grounds? I mean, that he serviced the lady's computer? The computer that drove her to suicide, yeah.
We still can't get a warrant.
Listen, I interviewed a guy on Elm Street, all right? His car was broken into and messed around.
The same creepy crawler M.
O.
195 Elm Street.
- And it's still not enough.
- It's enough for me.
Wait, where are you going? I'm saying hi to his mom.
You don't need a warrant for that.
Just being neighborly.
- I'm calling in some backup.
- Not necessary.
It is to me.
[Flies buzzing.]
[Sighs.]
[Sniffs.]
I made a decision.
I'm gonna make my dent.
A much bigger dent than the first one.
This will be my masterpiece.
It won't make us rich.
But it will reunite us.
[Flies buzzing.]
How's that for a plan? I think that sounds like a very good plan.
[Doorbell rings.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Doorbell rings.]
[Dog barking.]
[Doorbell ringing.]
[Doorbell rings.]
Hodges: Hello! Anybody here? Mrs.
Hartsfield? [Knock on door.]
Hello! Anybody? Let's just knock the door down.
- Exigent circumstances.
- We can't do that, sir.
Why the fuck not? There's possibly a killer in there.
Cop: Well, this would not qualify as hot pursuit, exempting us from obtaining a search warrant.
Any evidence gathered therein together with any evidence that it might lead to would be suppressed as poisoned fruits and deemed inadmissible in a court of law.
Per the exclusionary rule, the right of the people Right out of the fuckin' Academy, are you? Graduated six months ago, sir.
That doesn't change the fact that you're not getting in this house without a warrant.
Hey, what's going on? Hey, Kenneth.
You're the dude who was asking about my car the other day, right? That's right.
Any idea where I might find Brady Hartsfield? He's not here, he's working, I think.
Kid doesn't lead a very dimensional life, according to his mother.
You know where she might be at? Uh Indiana, maybe.
Brady told me that she took a job there or something at some hair salon, but I don't know.
You were talking to him when? - Yesterday.
- Fuck.
Haven't seen him today? Oh, man, if his car isn't here, he's probably at work, all right? Yeah, he's not.
Any close friends that you know of? - Him? - Yeah.
[Laughs.]
No No, wait.
His mother told me that he's got a friend at work, some woman? Girlfriend? According to Deb, this girl isn't into guys, but, uh, you never know, right? - Right, right.
- Um Lou.
Lou something.
I don't know her last name.
Maybe he's with her.
[Cellphone rings.]
So, what's this about? I gotta take this.
Thanks, thanks, man.
Bill, Jerome and I just found something really important.
- What? - [Sighs.]
Well, I'd I'd like to discuss it in person, please.
Those with technological capabilities could be listening.
Yeah, yeah.
Um, can you come over? We're at Jerome's.
No, I gotta track someone down.
Yeah, but it's important.
You really need to see this.
On my way.
[Tires screech, engine revs.]
Ken: Officer Ken, what's your status? We are 10-19.
The suspect did not appear to be at his residence.
Copy that.
Jerome: Roseland Hills Community Center, two days.
I'm not following you.
I mean, look at these flyers.
Career night, job fair, job fair, job fair.
I mean, it's his M.
O.
It's our guy's thing.
Our guy's thing is running over people and blowing them up.
- Janey wasn't at a job fair.
- Let him finish.
If this guy's trying to reprise his star turn, job fair.
I mean, it makes perfect sense.
I mean, you said it yourself, right? He's itching to get active.
He did get active.
He hit the funeral.
I gotta go.
I get feelings.
Premonitions.
And as soon as Jerome said jobs fair, I got a feeling.
You want to know why? Because he wasn't just killing people two years ago, he was mowing down hope.
All those people standing in line, dreaming of a better future? That's hope, and he bulldozed them down using a Mercedes, of all things, the very symbol of prosperity and success.
So it wasn't just happenstance.
It was a jobs fair.
This is my feeling.
You had a feeling that God was a paperweight.
I'm not an insane person.
No, I I didn't say that, Jesus.
I have not loved many people.
And I have not been loved by many people.
Janey? This might be the most important thing that I've ever been involved with.
The first time that my own life has had actual meaning.
What I will tell you is that this is a police thing now.
Both of you, the police are on it.
You need to get on with your own lives, your own futures.
In your case, Harvard.
Let the police handle it.
Okay? What about you? What do you get on with? [Can shaking.]
- Lou: What color do you need? - Colleen: Green.
You need more red, it's Ohio.
We're a swing state.
I like this view.
Oh, wait.
You're like an angel up on that ladder.
[Laughs.]
Are you thirsty, Jordan? How are you doing? Thanks for helping us.
Like, I appreciate it.
[Cans shaking.]
- What do you need? Blue? - Green.
Green.
Are these supposed to be, like, sitting in the sun? Excuse me? Hi.
Lou Linklather? Uh, Linklatter.
[Chuckles.]
I lather on the weekend sometimes, though, it's nice.
Linklatter, mostly, though.
Yeah.
Um, Supreme Electronix told me you'd be here.
- You worked there, I remember.
- Oh, yeah.
Uh, I used to.
- I got fired.
- Oh, no.
Yeah, I mean, that's why I'm here, helping my lady.
Do you know Brady Hartsfield? I do, why? Hey, could I talk to you for a second? Yeah.
Uhh Babe, I'll be back in one second.
All right.
What can you tell me about him, uh, Brady? Uhh, well, for starters, he's maybe the sweetest person on planet Earth.
When'd you speak to him last? I don't know, a couple days ago.
Okay.
What'd you talk about? Oh, you know, mostly private shit.
- Yeah, what sort of private shit? - The private kind.
Yeah, okay, well, listen to me now.
I'm a retired detective.
And it's possible Mr.
Hartsfield has been involved in a homicide, okay? So if you know where he is, I would seriously suggest you tell me right now.
What? A homicide? - Brady Hartsfield? - That's right.
Do you know where he is? No.
Look, dude, I don't know where you're going with this, but, uh, I can tell you, you got the wrong ice cream man.
Brady Hartsfield wouldn't hurt a fly.
Yeah, well, it's possible he would.
It's also possible his own life might be in danger.
Oh, my.
How do you figure? Well, he had a connection with Olivia Trelawney, she ended up dead, right? Yeah.
What, the Mercedes lady? That's right.
Yeah, I thought she committed suicide.
Maybe she did, but maybe she didn't.
What did you guys talk about the other day? His mom, she had she got sick, had angina or something.
Okay.
And, um, I don't know, he was really totally freaked out.
I was concerned.
Okay, when you say totally freaked out.
I don't know, he just wasn't himself.
Like, really agitated.
Okay, do you know anything else? I gotta go.
It's not the guy.
[Cellphone vibrating.]
[Vibrating stops.]
[Clock ticking.]
[Flies buzzing.]
[Kids shouting indistinctly.]
The ice cream man? Have you ever seen him near my house? Well, uh, we've all seen him driving, of course.
I've never seen him get out.
You're telling me the ice cream guy is your suspect? He's the person that serviced Olivia Trelawney's computer.
He's been hiding in plain sight ever since, watching, right under my fucking nose.
I don't know.
I've I've said hi to the kid, I've bought ice cream cones.
He seems like the Sweetest person on planet Earth, it's too big a coincidence.
If you see him, call me.
Can you promise me that? - You or the police? - Both.
My God.
You think you have a sense of people.
Right under my fucking nose.
[Lawnmower humming.]
So, can we go in on exigent circumstances? We could.
We'd be spoon-feeding him a Fourth Amendment defense in the process.
We got nothing hard, just knowledge that he serviced the lady's computer.
And also could be dangerous.
- If he is the guy, we want SWAT.
- So get them.
First, let's secure the warrant, then we'll move.
Robi: [Sighing.]
[Sighs.]
[Plastic crinkling.]
[Floorboard creaks.]
[Plate clanks.]
[Beeping.]
[Screams.]
Jesus fucking Christ! Why are the police looking for me? How did you get in here? - Just tell me, please.
- You broke into my apartment? Are you fucking kidding me? I asked you a question.
Why are the police looking for me? You tell me.
Robi.
Are you gonna make me ask you again? They wanted to know about Olivia Trelawney, whether you serviced her computer.
And what did you tell them? [Stammers.]
The truth, that you did.
As far as whatever else you did or what they think you did, I-I don't know.
All I know is they seemed very intent on finding you.
What else did you tell them? Meaning, did I tell them you're fucking crazy? That I think it was you who tampered with my computer and got it to explode, nearly killing me? I didn't do that.
So you say, but the more I think No.
You broke into my apartment, I'm not so fucking sure.
What's going on here, Brady? Are you the Mercedes killer? [Groans.]
[Groans.]
[Grunts.]
[Breathing heavily.]
- [Insects chirping.]
- [Dog barking in distance.]
Is that cabbage? You know, tortoises also like dandelions, nasturtiums, and nettles.
Oh, and prickly pears.
There's a lot of disinformation out there about their diets.
Holly.
It's safer than you think here.
I counted three unmarked police cars on your street.
I mean, do you know that your house is being watched? Yeah, I did.
Well, they don't seem to mind my coming and going.
Do they know who I am? Likely.
Your mother can't still believe you're in the library.
Movies.
Yeah, I go to a lot of movies.
So, I take it nothing yet? He's still out there? Which is why you shouldn't be.
You should be home, safe.
What makes you think my house is safe? I mean, he probably knows where I live by now if he's been watching, and I don't have police cars positioned outside.
[Dog barks in distance.]
What do you think explains him? A person like that? Don't you wonder? Underneath their skin and bones, some people, rare people, thank God, just have black holes.
They're born that way, but there's no getting at it.
No changing its mind.
The black hole rules until the host is dead.
Sometimes I hug myself without knowing that I'm really doing it.
My lips move and sounds come out, like I'm talking, even though I'm not.
It's called stimming.
Some people thump their chest or rock back and forth.
Other people let out these little, like, shrieks for no reason.
But I hug myself and, like, um, mutter.
Mike Sturdivant.
- Who? - Hmm? What? You said Mike Sturdivant.
Uh, right.
Who is he? Mm.
He was a senior when I was a freshman, and, um, he was a football player.
I was well, I was me, and, um, he saw me stim one day.
And he could have just let it go.
I mean, I was nobody, but, um, he pointed at me and laughed like I was the funniest freak that ever existed.
He said, um "Get a load of this Jibber Jibber jibber-jibbering about fuck knows what.
" And then everybody pointed and laughed.
I mean, everybody.
One person, like, balled up a piece of paper and threw it, and it hit me on the nose.
And from then on, that's all anyone ever called me.
You know, they'd chase me through the hallways and to the cafà screaming, "Jibber, jibber, jibber, jibber," and, uh I did not like it.
I did not like it one bit, and I told my mother, and she said, "Well you just have to deal with these things, that they're a part of life.
and stop being so dramatic, Holly.
And so, um, I ended up in an institution.
You know, like, on the ward end of it.
The doctor said that I'd had a break from reality because, um, I'd been found naked in my bathtub, curled up in one corner, and I wouldn't get out.
I mean, I would not get out if it meant that I had to go back to Walnut High, and so my mother sent me to the institution instead.
And it wasn't the best place in the world to be put.
But at least nobody called me Jibber Jibber.
Can I have some beer? Thank you.
[Gasps.]
Mike Sturdivant could have chosen not to bother me, and his life would have been exactly the same.
But he did bother me, and my life wasn't ever the same again, so I've had a lot of time to think about cruel people.
And what's your conclusion? I do not like them.
[Cellphone rings.]
Pete.
On my way.
- We got the warrant.
- Oh, can I come? Absolutely not.
Stay in the house.
Lock the doors, don't leave.
[Anti Nowhere League's "I Hate People" plays.]
God, I wish that I could hide away And find a wall to bang my brains I'm living in a fantasy, a nightmare's dream, reality People ride about all day in metal boxes made away I wish that they would drop the bomb And kill these people that don't belong - I hate people - I hate the human race - I hate people - I hate your ugly face - I hate people - I hate your fucking mess - I hate people - They hate me [Conversing indistinctly.]
My mother thinks that I am a jerk Because I hate my bleeding work Be like Daddy he's sincere But don't be true, or you'll be queer I'm working at my 9 to 5 With boring jerks that give me jibe They're talking of the love they give They never give, they never give - I hate people - I hate the human race - I hate people - I hate your ugly face - I hate people - I hate your fucking mess - I hate people - They hate me [Conversing indistinctly.]
- SWAT Team Member: Is it good now? - Perimeter all clear.
[Dog barking.]
[Police radio chatter.]
Nobody gone in yet? Not yet, he's maybe in there.
What? We detected some motion inside.
Nobody's answering the door.
We're not taking any chances.
- You got a spare vest handy? - What? No, no, forget it.
Letting you get this far could cost me my freaking job, Bill.
I-I don't really give a shit.
- Do you, really? - [Scoffs.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Conversing indistinctly.]
[Dog barking.]
[Breathing heavily.]
[Insects chirping.]
How long do you plan to wait? Calm your balls.
What sort of movement did you detect? Mostly shadows.
Gotta be him.
Neighbor said his mother's in Indiana.
It's gotta be him.
[Beeps.]
My name is Brady Hartsfield.
If you're watching this, then you know who I am, and what I did.
Now I'm gonna tell you why.
The why question is always the most complicated.
It may be a while before you really [Clicks tongue.]
get there.
The what question will be looming a little bit larger for a few days.
Or should I say what the fuck? [Chuckles.]
Somebody will write a book about me one day.
Psychologists will profile me.
Perhaps one of those horrormeisters will write a novel.
Tonight's chapter could be called [Gasps.]
"Things that go bang in the night.
" [Beep.]
- [Horn honks.]
- [Children's music playing.]
What the fuck? [Audio feedback.]
This is Commander Fuller from the Canton Police SWAT team.
Step out of the vehicle immediately.
I repeat, step out of the vehicle immediately, or deadly force will be used! Driver, this is your final warning! Gas 'em! [Gunshots, glass shattering.]
[Children's music plays.]
I can't get a visual.
[Children's music plays.]
Breach and clear.
Hold the channel.
Could be rigged.
[Children's music plays.]
[Gunfire.]
[Music stops.]
[Dog barking.]
[Eerie laughter.]
- Let's take the house! - Let's go! Fuller: Breach up.
Gate.
Breach, you're up! SWAT Team Member: Yes, sir.
SWAT Team Member: Down, down.
[Electricity crackles.]
- [Beeping.]
- Turn it off! - Yes, sir.
- Move! [Loud beeping.]
It's encrypted, sir.
Can't turn it off.
Okay, find a fuse box, shut the power off! - Let's go! - John, you better see this! Out! Everybody, out! - Go, go, go! - Get out! - Move! Now! - Out! - Go, go, go, go, go! - Get out! [Breathing heavily.]
- Clear out! - Anderson, get out! Fuller: Go, go, go, go! SWAT Team Member: Back to the PC! Back to the PC! [Indistinct shouting.]
- We gotta go.
- Hodges: No.
[Fuse sizzling.]
Motherfucker.
We gotta go now! Bill! - I gotta see! - Let's go.
We gotta go now.
- Bill! - [Flames roaring.]
Fuck! [Glass shattering.]
[Panting.]
Jesus.
[Coughs.]
[Sirens wailing.]
[Indistinct conversations.]
Are you sure? It was him? You weren't? Young white male, late 20s, that's what I saw, lying on a nasty bed with an older woman.
Who else could it be? And there was a clown mask.
We barely got a look.
Why can't go we go in? They'll go in when they give us the okay to go in.
What's the rush? [Police radio chatter.]
[Coughs.]
[Water dripping.]
It's over, partner.
We got him.
Maybe.
[Sighs.]
I got your body and soul I got your body and soul I got your body and soul I'll never let it go I put the devil in your eye I put the devil in your eye I put the devil in your eye Than say goodbye I got your body and soul I got your body and soul I got your body and soul I'll never let it go I put the pinprick in your eye I put the pinprick in your eye I put the pinprick in your eye Than say goodbye I've never been able to very far Breaking my money to plan a new star Swimming forever, no matter where we are Blood in the water, it seems to never stop