Mr. Mercedes

Previously on "Mr. Mercedes"... It's registered to

a Mrs. Olivia Trelawney in Sugar Heights.

My sister? It's completely unlike her

to leave her keys in her car,

and if she said she didn't, she didn't.

I mean, you need I.T. help, Mr. Hodges. Come on.

Well, I won't be getting it from you.

I mean it.

"Dear Olivia Trelawney,

I am the man who stole your Mercedes.

Had you not left your keys in the ignition,

perhaps none of this would've happened."

I promise you, the police don't give a shit.

This is our guy.

He sends me messages through my computer.

Your PC is talking to you?

What are we up to here, you and me?

The actual Mercedes killer was taken into custody.

He had details that only the actual killer could've had.

Good night, Mr. Nothing.

You stupid, fat, dead fuck.

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

The atmosphere is lethal

But I will fear no evil

Liberal media will never get it because

they hide in their penthouses in Manhattan and they...

The only way to fight this enemy is with hate.

If liberals had their way,

they'd play football with tus instead of uniforms

and fight wars with love beads rather than guns and bullets.

These people make me sick!

They should make you sick, too, because soon...

You will succeed.

Won't recognize...

There you are.

Good morning.

Hi, are you Ryan Springhill?

Why?

Are you Ryan Springhill?

Sure, why?

You've been served, Ryan. Cheers.

Take my family away from me.

Take everything away from me.

Bye-bye.

You incompetent dyke.

I know.

Even I don't know what I'm gonna do half the time.

I don't know

When I'm gonna find it

I don't know

But it's somewhere

I don't know

But I'm gonna find it

Soon, yeah

Get along

Yeah, I mean, I'm having a bit of trouble

with the idea that someone as organized

and, um, circumspect as you

could leave the key to a Mercedes in the ignition.

Yet there was no sign of forced entry.

The killer didn't break into your car, ma'am.

But he did.

No, he didn't.

I didn't leave my keys in the car.

Then you must have handed them to him.

No.

"No"? 16 people are dead...

What do you want me to do about it?

What?

I didn't kill anybody.

I'm sorry they're dead, yes, but they're no different to me

than the 16 people who died in Iraq today or...

or in that flood in India, or wherever 16 people

have died stupidly and horribly today.

You want me to profess kinship with them,

and when I can't, you demand guilt,

and when I say I'm not guilty of anything,

you still flay the flesh from my bones regardless,

because I own a Mercedes

and because I don't mourn strangers properly.

I have to give my mother her lunch now.

Is... is... is there anything else?

We'll see ourselves out.

Um, when will I get it back?

Excuse me?

My Mercedes. When will I get it back?

You're seriously asking this?

Well, I don't have any other method of transportation.

Rent a car.

I have. It's expensive.

Keep the receipts.

Ma'am, you car was used in a...

I know what it was used for. Clearly.

I need to know when I'm gonna get my car back.

You don't impound vehicles indefinitely, do you?

In this case, we might.

I have needs, officers.

Ma'am, we're detectives, and you may be...

Mrs. Trelawney...

you can go down to headquarters on Ridge Avenue,

and fill out a stolen/recovered form.

And they'll give me my car back?

Want to say 10:00 a.m.?

Tomorrow?

Why not?

That... that's wonderful. Thank you.

Worth every minute, baby.

Oh, makes my day.

Makes my day.

Mm-hmm.

Great idea, Hodges.

I am so sorry.

Fuck out of the way, guy.

Guess what just shit the bed in the middle of a crucial project.

You said it was fixed, but it's worse.

Um, I said I hoped it was fixed,

but I suspected that the circuit board was fried.

I recommended that you replace the entire hard drive,

which would take a week,

and you said that you couldn't wait.

You didn't say any of that.

I did. You didn't, twat.

Sir, I have shown you nothing but respect.

Why don't we keep it professional?

Professional is doing your job.

You and your tit tats and your vag rings

and your Subaru Outback might want to look up the definition.

Yeah, I don't get paid enough...

To do your job, but you do, and you're going to.

Stop eyeballing me, you dickless wonder.

Can I help you?

Morning, sir. I'm Ryan.

Yeah, I'm, uh, Anthony Frobisher.

You're the manager. I am, sir, yes.

I'm just trying to explain to your employees

that I'm unhappy with the way my laptop

was improperly serviced last time by this young lady.

I, uh, heard raised voices.

Oh, yeah. Guilty as charged.

I'm upset 'cause it cost me a big project at work

and my company sends a lot of work your way,

but this experience will give us pause next time, I'm afraid.

Ryan Springhill.

Yes, sir.

You work with Johnson Construction.

I sure do.

We'll have it back to you tomorrow night.

This young lady said it would take a week

to replace the mother...

The motherboard? Yeah, well, normally it would,

but I'm gonna put a special rush on this

so you know how much we value your business.

Well, I appreciate that very much,

and apologies for raising my voice.

Not necessary.

Perfectly understandable.

See you tomorrow at 9:00.

If you find the door locked, we won't have gone home.

Just ring the bell.

Will do.

Sound like I hear that wolf howling

Yeah, he howling

I need cash for gas, my good man.

What do you need gas for?

Your lawnmower.

I fired you.

Yeah, but you didn't mean it.

You base this on what?

I mean, who else are you gonna find

who's gonna tell you about, uh, I don't know,

computer code, hacking.

Look, I won't tell my father anything,

and I'll step back if it gets too sketchy, okay?

Cool.

Well, you know they can't see me late at night

But they hear me when I howl

This is him, isn't it?

Get away from there.

Get away from it. Get away from it.

I mean, you read about that kind of stuff,

you hear about it, but...

Most people never see it.

They regret it when they do, because you can't unsee it.

You know, I bet she didn't leave her key in the ignition.

She didn't seem the type, I grant you.

But how else did he gain access?

We checked.

He didn't pick the lock.

He didn't hot-wire the ignition.

The worst fight my parents ever had,

my father found out that my mother had been

driving around her new car for six months