Mary Kills People (2017) s02e01 Episode Script

1 [slow, atmospheric music.]
[bird caws.]
[woman rapping in foreign language.]
[music stops.]
[dogs barking in the distance.]
Let's go, Bennett.
[man shouting in the distance.]
[security door buzzes.]
Okay.
I have a patient.
This won't take long.
I need more pentobarbital.
No.
[dog whimpering.]
We had a deal.
The deal has changed.
Police are cracking down.
I'm not leaving here without it.
[chuckles.]
You are very brave, coming in here with your demands.
All right, how much do you want? [whistles.]
It's not for me.
[dog whimpers.]
You kill people.
Don't you? Kill or be killed.
It says here you served 8 months of a 12-month sentence for accessory to murder.
Do you feel you've been rehabilitated? Oh, yeah.
I'm a changed man.
In fact, I'm not even sure my name should be Desmond anymore.
What do you think of "Gary"? Huh? "Todd"? [snaps fingers.]
Herschel.
I look like a Hershel.
Mr.
Bennett, if this is a joke to you, we can end your hearing now.
No, please.
It's not a joke.
A friend once told me that life can make you strong or it can break you.
There isn't much in between.
I believe that this experience has made me stronger.
It's shaped me into a A better version of myself.
Passport? You bring anything back from Mexico? Just a few souvenirs.
Pull around here to the secondary inspection area.
Is there a problem? [low, tense music.]
It's a present for my daughter.
She collects snow globes.
Took me forever to find.
Thank you.
[plodding rock music.]
Mary Kills People The Means ==sync, corrections by dcdah== [soft music.]
[loud clattering.]
Des? Oh, Jesus, Mary! You don't sneak up on a man just out of prison.
What are you doing here? I got out a couple days ago.
But you had another four months.
Good behavior.
Oh, you should have seen me work the parole board.
Really, I thought I saw a couple of tears.
This is so great.
I called to let you know, left a message.
You didn't answer.
I've been away, in Mexico.
Hello.
Pento Americana.
I go to this border town for a little R&R.
And I've been using your place as a safehouse.
I hope that's okay.
So you carried on without me, then.
I thought perhaps your partner going to prison may have given you pause.
Well, sure, I mean, I paused.
I did, but people kept suffering.
People kept needing me.
Okay.
How many people? Does it matter? So where's our next patient, then? You just got out of prison.
Maybe give it a little time.
[laughs.]
Yeah, I did.
Eight months of time.
I don't have anyone lined up.
But I'll let you know.
So you don't have any new patients, and yet there are two vials of pento sitting right here.
Why don't you want me to come with you? Because you're on parole, and I'm fairly certain one of your conditions would be "no killing people.
" Mary, I I went to prison to keep your name clean and out of the case.
It's fine.
One thing that got me through it all was keeping my mind focused on the business, our business.
I need to get back to normal.
Betty was this opinionated, commanding, bright spark of a woman.
I was this introverted weirdo artist who had no business talking to her.
That is not true.
I loved Victor from afar for months.
When he finally asked me out, I almost died figuratively speaking.
We met in university too.
Oh, are you two married? No, no, we're friends.
And business partners.
Where's the contract? Oh, I don't do that anymore.
[coughing.]
You okay, Victor? Yeah.
[sighs.]
Just one of the perks of mesothelioma.
Did you take any pain medication today? No.
The meds just made me dopey.
I want to die with a clear mind.
So here we are.
[chuckles.]
- The 20,000.
- Thank you.
And we're ready.
Uh, excuse me.
What's happening here? Betty and Victor want to die together.
We've discussed it, and I support their decision.
Mary, what are you talking about? Our service is for people who are dying.
Oh, we're all dying.
It's just a matter of timing.
Trust me, son.
I've tried to talk her out of it.
We both have.
She won't be swayed.
Well, then let me be the one to sway you, Betty, because this is mad.
Listen, I know that there's a very popular opinion out there that choosing life is superior to choosing death.
Believe me when I tell you I have no interest in any life without my husband.
Mary, I'm gonna need a word.
This is not what we do.
Yes, it is.
We help people who want to die.
No, we help the terminally ill shuffle across that rainbow bridge a bit faster.
We don't murder perfectly healthy individuals who happen to be a bit sad.
Look, when they first asked me, I had the same reaction.
I would hope so! But then she explained it to me.
Her life would be meaningless without him.
She just needs a hobby.
Knitting or birding or something.
And I've been through all of that with her, of course.
[sighs.]
You know that look that they have when they're ready, when death is their only option.
She has that look.
And we shouldn't be the ones to decide that Betty's suffering is any less real than Victor's.
But he's dying! She's not.
Suffering isn't always physical.
You know what? Two bodies equals suspicion equals investigation equals cops equals jail time.
You know, I know you're all for pushing boundaries, Mary, but there are some boundaries that don't need pushing.
I just wanna, I just wanna throw my hands I just want a Mic with a stand I just wanna, I just wanna catch one glance I just wanna see you dance, girl I just wanna, ugh, yeah I just wanna shine like Mike I might moonwalk on sight I just wanna, I just I just wanna ride my bike And if you don't mind, we can ride all night Talk to me, say I just want to show you something You should put your guard down We could be some stars now Little mama, don't be fronting You should put your guard down We could start now I just wanna be [laughing.]
That was amazing.
[laughing.]
Oh, I think I saw stars.
You guys are crazy.
People have died from that.
Well, she's crazy.
I'm just impressionable.
Hey, Heather? Do you wear that because you believe in God? Oh, my God, Jess.
You can't just ask people if they believe in God.
No, it's okay.
I don't believe in a traditional god, like a white man in the sky watching down on us all with judgment.
But I believe in a higher power that I can talk to, that has my back in some cosmic way.
That sounds kind of nice.
I want to go again.
Slow down, crazy.
You remember that kid in middle school that he did it too many times.
He ended up in Emergency.
He had a seizure, I think.
The choking game has been around for, like, ever.
Your mom's probably seen it a million times.
Why would your mom have seen it before? She's a doctor in the ER.
Your mom's lawyer, and your mom's a doctor? Cool moms.
Yeah, lawyers are cool.
But, like, 90% of doctors are sociopaths.
I think they have to be.
I just wanna be You know what? I want to go.
I want to know what it feels like.
Oh I love it when you're dangerous.
[soft music.]
I can wait.
We can figure something else out.
You can't wait.
And it's okay.
Yeah, I'll be okay.
Precious love Means more to me Than any love Than any love could ever be For when I wanted you I was so lonely and so blue That's what love That's what love, it made me do And darling Oh, they keep saying That our love won't grow, now But, honey, I want to tell them And I just want to show them How in the world do they know? And for as long, as long For as long as you're in love with me, now I know our love will grow wider And so deeper than any, any ever seen They say our love won't grow, now But, honey, I want to tell them And I just want to show them How in the world do they know? You made my life.
And you made mine.
I know our love will grow wider And so deeper than any, any ever seen Of all, of all the things That I want now In this whole wide world is this For you to say For you to say That you will be my girl, now And I promise I want to stay with him.
Of course.
I just keep wanting you, now Oh, now Keep wanting you, now Nobody but you, now Nobody but you, now Ooh, I want to tell you just one more time For your precious love, now It means everything in the world Betty, no! Everything in the world to me We need to get out of here.
Just for the record, if you were dying, I would not want to die with you.
I mean, I love you, but I love life more.
- What? - You.
Trying to lighten the mood right now.
There was a time when you appreciated my humor.
There is a line.
Oh, yeah, I agree.
There there's a line.
[sighs.]
There's killing people who are terminal and killing people who are healthy.
I don't want to go on this side.
Noted.
Why are you being so difficult? I have to pick up my kid.
Don't leave mad.
I'm not mad at you.
I'm mad at myself.
That makes me feel even worse.
It's not about you, Des, or your feelings or mine.
It's about our patients, and I don't think we should only help people when it's easy for us.
We also have to be able to sleep at night.
I sleep fine.
Jess, your mom's here! How are you, Louise? Me? I'm great.
Heard your friend Des got released from prison.
I wouldn't know.
I don't talk to him anymore.
But I thought he fired you.
He did, but, you know, there are some cases I just can't let go of.
Are you sure we should be talking about this? Because isn't it a violation of what is it? Attorney-client privilege? Which is grounds for being disbarred.
Right? Wow, tension is ripe in here.
Let's go.
I guess we're going.
Bye, girls.
Gonna go upstairs? Have you seen my textbook? Yeah, it's right there on the table.
- Are you joining us? - No, I can't.
I got to finish "Catcher in the Rye" so I can write this essay.
What's it about? How Holden Caulfield thinks all the adults around him are phonies.
Oh, hi, Jess.
Hey, you.
- Mom? - Yup.
I've decided I want to be a vegetarian.
That's a big decision.
Not really.
I value all life, even chickens.
She is very passionate about this.
Because I'm right.
I mean, we might as well just stick Casper II on the barbecue.
Okay, sweetie.
Why don't we give it a week trial, see how you do? I'll do great.
Making your favorite, by the way.
I'm not that hungry.
A healthy dinner, Mary.
Nine out of ten doctors recommend it.
How's the house-hunting? Don't worry; I'll get out of your hair soon.
Thanks for picking up Jess, by the way.
It's still a little awkward seeing Louise after the breakup.
I think she has some kind of problem with me too.
Did she ever mention anything? No, but I always got a feeling that she was a little intimidated by you.
Why? Well, you can be a very intimidating woman.
Tequila, neat.
Did you just become available? I guess so.
I just left my husband.
Well, I can say with full confidence it is his loss.
You're sweet.
"Sweet Desmond," that's what they call me.
They don't call me that.
They call me "Des.
" My name is Des.
Hi, Des.
Olivia.
Do a shot with me? I would love to partake in that with you, but I put a plug in the jug a while back.
Why? I was far too good at it.
Put the rest of you to shame.
Yeah, I'm not really much of a drinker either.
I think there are better ways of losing control.
Well, mm-hmm.
So what do you do, Olivia? I'm a stay-at-home mom to one lovely little girl.
She's great.
She's the best.
I'm really quite boring.
Somehow, I doubt that.
[laughs.]
What about you? I was a doctor, but now I'm pursuing some entrepreneurial endeavors.
Doctor? Fancy.
What kind? - Plastic surgery.
- Oh.
The most altruistic field of medicine.
[chuckles.]
All right, suppose I walked in to your office.
What would you recommend? Okay, let's see.
Uh-huh.
Okay.
Oh, uh-huh.
Absolutely nothing.
[lively rock music.]
Mom? What's another word for "paradise"? Uh "utopia.
" It's an imagined world where everything is perfect.
Utopia.
I like it.
It's for a new poem I'm working on.
Are you ready for your gift from Mexico? Yes, por favor.
It's creepy.
It's not creepy.
It's it's beautiful.
Look.
It's a sugar skull.
I don't like it.
It reminds me of dead people.
That's kind of the point.
See, in Mexico, they have a very different attitude toward death.
Instead of pretending it doesn't exist, they celebrate it.
They have a whole day devoted to it.
It's called Día De Los Muertos, Day of the Dead.
Sometimes at night, when I'm trying to fall asleep, I get really scared when I think about dying.
I know, honey.
It's scary.
But, you know, I've found that when I'm scared of something, I like to face it head-on.
But if you don't want the sugar skull, that's okay too.
No, I want it.
Can I stay with you a little while? Of course.
Maybe one day, scientists will find a cure for dying and we can all live forever.
Maybe.
[both breathing heavily.]
Wow.
That was, uh A long time coming.
What? Oh, nothing.
That was spectacular.
Thank you.
You're thanking me? Well, I was raised to have good manners.
What, you're leaving? Because I thought that we could go eat some ice cream and then, I don't know, round two? I'm gonna need you to kill my husband.
What's that, now? Kill my husband.
[laughs.]
That's what I thought you said.
I know you kill people, Des.
Your little entrepreneurial endeavors? Ethan Grant, Troy Dixon, Morgan Lewis.
I know about all of them.
I'm an end-of-life counselor.
And I'm a boring stay-at-home mom.
I'll be in touch with the details.
[sighs.]
[siren wailing.]
Brendon Challis, drove his car off the road.
Hi, Brendon.
I'm Dr.
Harris.
This is Connie.
We're gonna take good care of you.
- You're pretty.
- Thank you.
No, really, like a TV doctor.
- Are you in any pain? - Just my side.
It kind of hurts when I breathe.
Looks like a bruised rib from your seat belt.
Can you tell me anything about the accident and what happened? I was on my way to work.
I'm the resident costumer at Paragon Theater.
We're doing a production of "A Streetcar Named Desire.
" - Stella! - Yeah, that's the one.
And what about your car? Did you lose control? I honestly don't know what happened.
I mean, one minute, I was driving along, and the next, I was being pulled out of my car by this very attractive paramedic.
Do you think it's possible you blacked out, lost consciousness? What? What is it? Uh, a few weeks ago, I was coming out of the shower, and I got really dizzy.
Like, I needed to lie down on the bath mat.
I didn't think anything of it, but now I'm gonna look in your eyes, okay? It might be a little bright.
Brendon, I'm gonna order a CT scan for you as a precaution.
A CT scan? That sounds serious.
No, it might be nothing.
The scan will tell us.
I'll be back once we have the results, okay? Uh-huh.
Let me know when the scan is done.
- Dr.
Harris.
- Dr.
Dunn.
A CT scan for a bruised rib? I believe the patient lost consciousness, and I want to rule out that it's not something serious.
Well, CT scans are expensive.
I'm aware.
I'm the guy that has to defend these decisions to the hospital board, and I can't justify a CT scan for a simple case like this.
We clear? Crystal.
Right.
Just order the scan, please.
- You got it.
- Thank you.
It's not as good.
What? All this fresh air.
[sighs.]
Why'd I quit smoking, again? To live long and prosper.
Right, and eventually this feeling of missing it will just go away? I wish I had better news for you, but it lingers.
Victor.
You need to come with me.
[gasps.]
[whispers.]
She survived.
What the hell happened? She wanted to die with Victor.
We said no.
She jumped.
"We"? Des is back.
Out early on good behavior.
You know, it would have been really nice to have been briefed on all of this.
I didn't think there was anything to brief you on, because I thought she was dead.
Two fractured vertebrae, broken leg, broken arm, intracranial bleeding.
And not dead.
[sighs.]
Betty didn't mention wanting to die with Victor.
If she had, I never would have referred them to you.
[monitor beeping.]
Just ignore it.
Ignore all of it.
Well, you could kill the guy.
No.
[phone buzzing.]
Christ.
[sighs.]
Hello? Good morning, Desmond.
Oh, it's you.
It's me.
The time has come.
The time for For you to free my husband from the shackles of this mortal coil.
Dr.
Harris.
Am I good to go? It's the dress rehearsal tonight.
They need me there, like, ten minutes ago.
I'm sorry for the wait.
Can you take a seat, please? So we got the results from your CT scan.
And I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
You have a brain tumor.
What? That's not possible.
I checked the scan very carefully, and it fits the symptoms you've been having.
You have a tumor on your cerebellum.
There has to be some sort of mistake.
It's not a mistake, Brendon.
This is real.
What does this mean? Well, I'm going to take you to Oncology, and we're gonna get some more answers, okay? What about the dress rehearsal? We'll get you there as soon as we can, but right now, your health has to be your main priority.
Yeah.
The show must go on.
[laughs.]
[sighs.]
[crying.]
What are you doing here? You weren't answering your phone.
I was working.
You can't be here.
My kids could show up, and I don't know how to explain you.
Sorry, but this is kind of a pressing matter.
[sighs.]
Okay, there's no easy way to say this.
It's kind of a comedy-of-errors-type situation.
I really think that one day, we will laugh about this.
Laugh about what? Stop stalling and tell me.
Someone thinks I'm a hitman.
You told her you'd do it? I told her I was thinking of doing it.
I had no idea who this woman was.
Yet you slept with her.
Eight months, Mary.
I was in prison for eight months.
Saying I'd consider her request was the only way I could think of to get her to agree to meet with me, and now we know where she lives.
Well, you should have ignored her, Des.
Mary, she said it was It was either him or me.
So we're gonna call in an anonymous tip or something? No, you said she knows about Morgan, Ethan, and Troy.
We need to to figure out how and what else she knows.
Are you sure that's the best course of action? What other choice do we have? Wait to see if she actually kills you? No.
Well, in Switzerland, a doctor would give a patient such as yourself a lethal dose of sodium pentobarbital to drink.
There is no pain, no suffering.
You just fall asleep.
Do you think Heather's pretty? Yeah, I guess.
You think she's prettier than me? You're both pretty in your own way.
[scoffs.]
I mean, a simple "hell, no" would have been a better answer.
She has so many more followers than I do.
Take my picture? No, I'm not your personal photographer.
- Come on.
- Get a selfie stick.
Just do it.
I'll give you photo credit.
Okay.
Nice.
- Can you take another one? - No.
If you're thinking about putting that on the Internet, you better think again.
Oh, I would never.
Jess, I have some of your dad's things that he left here.
Would you see that he gets them, please? - Sure.
- Thanks.
You deserve so much better, honey.
What the hell was that about? Your girlfriend lives in a nice neighborhood.
Yeah, she does seem rather sophisticated.
You know, in an unhinged, "kill my husband" kind of way.
All right.
- We doing this? - I am.
You're staying in the car.
[soft music.]
- I know you.
- Maya.
How many times do I have to tell you not to open the door to strangers? But she's not a stranger.
I know this lady, Mom.
Are you here to see me? No, I'm here to see your mom.
And how is it you know my daughter? She was friends with Uncle Grady.
Go to your room, Maya.
You're Grady's sister.
[sighs.]
So hard to find good help, isn't it? I'm sorry you're having domestic problems, and I can recommend a great divorce lawyer.
A divorce.
God, I never thought of that.
I don't know what you think you know, but you've got it all wrong.
I'm an end-of-life counselor, and so is Des.
That's all.
I do have it all wrong, don't I? You know, this whole time, I thought Des set my brother up, but when I met Des, he didn't really seem like the Machiavellian type.
You do.
What's your name? We're not going to help you with your request.
I think you are, because if you knew my brother, then you know what I'm capable of.
You know, your brother tried to push me around too.
He was kind of an asshole.
Which is why I let him die.
Excuse me? I'm the woman who killed your brother.
A cop killed my brother.
A cop may have pulled the trigger, but I let Grady bleed out and die.
If you ever mess with me or Des again, I will kill you too.
My name is Mary.
Hi.
[dramatic music.]
I helped 18 people die while you were in prison, and every single one of those deaths was perfect.
I'm really happy for you.
The first death I do with you ends with a woman flinging herself off a balcony, and then you welcome Grady's sister into our lives.
I didn't welcome her.
She took advantage of me.
I know you said you wanted to go back to normal, but I don't think we can.
I just spent eight months in a living nightmare.
I was in a cell next to an insane man who wouldn't stop singing '70s ballads.
I was bored.
I was afraid.
I was a number, 55270-053.
That was me.
And I did it for you.
So I'm sorry if getting out of jail ruined your plan, your master plan for setting up Grady.
It didn't work out well for me either.
You're right.
We're bad for each other.
We're not bad for each other.
We're we're good for each other, hmm? Just a bad couple of days.
It's growing pains or something.
I'm sorry.
I just want to help people, Des, and when I do it alone, I can.
Hi, Betty.
Can I ask you a question? I've heard when people jump, sometimes as they fall, they regret their decision.
Did you? I regret waking up.
He's gone.
I would take my life again and again.
I just don't have the means.
The means.
You'll feel a rush through your body, and then a warm feeling of peacefulness will take you slowly into sleep.
It won't take long.
I could stay with you, if you'd like.
You can press it again.
[bluesy rock music.]
And again.
And again.
My veins ==sync, corrections by dcdah== Are the roots of this tree I would die inside If you ever stopped nurturing me With your breath Oh, when you breathe I feel like My eyes turn green If there's a God I wonder what she looks like