Hand of God

82 on scene. Possible 51/50.

Copy that, AV-2. Paramedics in route.

Oh, shit.

AV-2 to control. I can't wait for a bus.

What's the problem, AV-2?

It's Pernell Harris. I've got to get him out.

Judge Harris.

Judge Harris!

Can you hear me?

Judge Harris, my name is Sergeant Kessler

from the San Vicente police department.

Let me help you out.

Is his name on any of the paperwork?

He's a John Doe under observation.

Not even admitted.

How is he?

We ran a full battery of diagnostic tests.

Aside from being slightly dehydrated,

he's in perfect health.

They found him naked in the middle of a fountain.

- It can't be all good. - I meant physically.

Mentally and emotionally, you can probably answer that better than me.

Nice shirt.

You okay?

You better tell me you're okay.

I'm okay.

Let's get you home.

I need to talk to PJ first.

Pernell, we talked about this.

You don't get a say in this, doc.

No offense.

I think the doctor's just being careful.

You... you need to rest.

- We'll... we'll see PJ later. - No.

Hold on, Pernell. I'm afraid I have to insist.

You're talking in a tone that implies an authority

I don't think you have, Dr. Williams.

What am I, on house arrest?

Well, then, shut the fuck up and get the fuck out of my way.

Hey, there, little lady.

Hi.

How you holdin' up?

Pretty good.

Where's my boy?

Room 757.

It's down the hall to the left.

I thought he didn't want to see PJ.

Guess he changed his mind.

Well, is he okay?

I don't know.

Hey, PJ.

I'm here.

I thought you'd be up by now.

I should have known.

You always knew how to milk the moment.

If you can hear me...

Just squeeze my hand.

One little squeeze.

Come on, slugger. Show me somethin'.

You can't give me one little squeeze?

Thank you.

Dr. Chatwin said that, um...

PJ was so young and healthy, he, um...

He can give the gift of life to eight people.

If he doesn't make it.

Dr. Chatwin said he already didn't make it.

We just need to decide when to turn the machine off.

You better keep your mouth shut

about me cryin' when you wake up.

Just so you know...

When you do wake up, you get whatever you want.

I'm puttin' everything on the table.

Even the money for your startup.

You want to catch lightning?

I will gladly pay for the goddamn bottle,

but you got to wake up first. Deal?

Why don't we start with the promise

you already made to me?

You said you'd make sure he paid.

Remember that?

Yeah, I do remember, PJ,

and I will.

But they got to find the guy first.

You find him.

What?

Pernell?

He, uh...

You got to talk to him as if he's awake,

even if he's not.

I heard that someplace.

You made a promise to me.

Keep it.

Let's go.

Ah, somebody tagged the sign?

Shit. Perfect.

Asa, call Burk over in public works.

Tell him to get this sign fixed immediately.

You got his number?

- I'll be right back. - Okay.

I appreciate you coming out on short notice, Guy.

My pleasure, Mr. Mayor,

but did I misread the invitation?

I didn't know this was a black tie affair.

Walking my daughter down the aisle in about an hour,

but I wanted to show you something first.

Did you ever heard of Ardenwood?

It's the pride of Fremont.

Big old farm that's the same today

as it was 120 years ago.

You go there and you can churn butter or milk a cow.

Sounds like a good time.

This is the place where time stops.

Does that sound like a good home for Brooks Innovations?

Well, Mr. Brooks would rather have his headquarters in San Vicente.

I think that's pretty obvious.

And then why the fuck did you re-open negotiations with Fremont?

Mr. Brooks believes in keeping all his options open, just in case.

Things have been done that can't be taken back. All right?

Too much money has passed hands to be havin' second thoughts.

This train is moving, understand?

I do, but is everyone we need still on the train?

- Hell yes. - Even Judge Harris?

We heard he missed a few days of work last week.

Didn't tell anybody.

Heard how they found him yesterday too.

The man's son shot himself in the head.

If he had a few bad days, I think he gets a pass.

Of course he does. Any man would.

But a big part of our plan to make San Vicente

the epicenter of Brooks Innovations

hinges on the judge.

Grieving can be a long process.

Pernell can multitask.

As soon as we know that for sure,

we'll stop looking at other options.

Yeah.

Sorry to pull you out of your game, chief.

Something like this, I figured I should just call.

Stop apologizing.

- Where is he? - Detective squad room.

I'm sorry, judge.

I'm not authorized to show you the file.

Fine. Don't show me anything.

Just verbally express to me the list of the suspects.

Can you at least do that?

Easy, Pernell.

We're the good guys, remember?

Toby, you need to talk to this guy.

He's not telling me anything about Jocelyn's case.

That's 'cause he's not on the case.

Well, shouldn't he be?

Shouldn't the whole department be?

Her case is my top priority.

- I have my three best on it. - Really?

Some piece of shit rapes my daughter-in-law,

has my son watch the whole goddamn thing,

and he's walkin' around free for seven fuckin' months?

Not from lack of trying.

You know what you can do in seven months,

if you're trying?

You can build a house from the ground up.

Go around the world in a sailboat.

Hell, you can have a fuckin' baby

in seven months if you'll press.

I am pushing this case as hard as if it were my own daughter.

Then you must not give a shit about your own daughter.

You're under strain right now.

I'm going to let that slide.

No, I don't want you to let it slide.

I want you to let me see the file!

Not while it's active.

Why not?

I'm a judge! I'm family of the victim!

You worried about somebody checkin' on your work?

Pull the file.

Make a copy for the judge.

You made us miss the ceremony.

I wasn't up for a wedding.

You think I was?

Just figured it's your best friend's daughter,

so out of respect, you should show up.

So I got my shit together.

Instead you go to the police station?

Somebody had to light a fire under Toby's ass.

Wish you could have told me.

I was this close from calling 911 again.

You know, Crystal, I'm a grown man.

I mean, you don't have to call the police

every time I leave the goddamn house.

I'm sorry.

The last time you left here,

you didn't come back for three days.

What... no, actually, you never came back.

They found you.

Naked.

In the middle of a fountain.

But, hey, at least you were alive.

At least I didn't lose my husband and my son

in the course of a week.

I should have left you a note.