Mr. Mercedes

Previously on Mr. Mercedes:

This will by my masterpiece.

It won't make us rich but it will reunite us.

Roseland Hills Community Center. It's his MO.

Let the police handle it.

He wasn't just killing people 2 years ago, he was mowing down hope.

I got a lot of concerned people, especially with this Edmund Mills Gala coming up.

He wants me. I'm his target. Let him come, I say, let him come.

Do we have a retired detective

compromising this investigation? We do not!

If anything, the retired detective was instrumental in breaking it.

This is who serviced our computer. What are you doing with the speakers?

I spoke to Josh about 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.

We have some questions about an Olivia Trelawney.

What, do mean the Mercedes lady?

He ever take Service Calls in her home?

It's always Brady Hartsfield, she requested him.

The ice cream guy is your suspect?

Been hiding in plain sight ever since, right under my fucking nose.

Why are the polce looking for me? How did you get in here?

Are you going to make me ask you again? You're the Mercedes killer?

Step out of the vehicle immediately!

John, you better see this. Out! Everybody, out!

Go, Go! We gotta go now. Bill!

It's over, partner. We got him.

Maybe.

Oh, Danny Boy

The pipes, the pipes, they are callin'.

from glen to glen and down the mountainside

The summer's gone and all the roses are fallen

Tis you must go, tis you must go and I must bide.

Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes, they are calling

From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.

The summer's gone and all the roses are falling,

It's you must go, It's you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,

Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,

But come what may in sunshine or in shadow,

Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!

Perhaps. I'll take a Chipwich, right after.

Is that a Chipwich I hear, sir? Yeah, of course you did.

Mmm! Mmm!

Dee-lish! Oh, absolutely!

Hi, Daddy!

Hi, Mr. Hodges. Hey, Bill!

Hey, Mr. Hodges!

Your usual double fudge? Fatty!

Bill! Bill, let me have the gun.

Let me have it, come on. You go have some fun.

Go on, have some ice cream.

Daddy! Daddy! Go ahead.

Come push me on the swing.

Don't forget your fudge!

Ha ha! Allie! Whoo!

Faster!

Daddy! Allie!

Daddy, help! Allie!

Allie!

Allie! Allie!

It's not your date.

Yeah, had to mow all my lawns today.

I'm speaking at this Gala thing tomorrow.

You look like Awful fucked Terrible

and you're what came out 9 months later.

Am I?

I haven't been sleepin' good.

Well, you got him.

He got himself.

He controlled it all, right up to the end.

No,

We were closing in on him and he knew it. We?

Yeah, we.

What a summer, man!

Yeah, I'm a get back to work.

Will you be needing it?

No, you go ahead.

You're gonna have to sit with it sooner or later, you know.

Sit with what? Your loss.

Help me on the move, Ida. Motion isn't release,

it's just motion.

The truth is, I need it right now.

If I stop, I'll drown.

When you're ready, then.

My mother...

I loved her

but she tried talking to me and I didn't want to be talked to.

Tonight, I told her what I'd done. I thought she's be proud.

Finally say I'd done something worthy. She said I was sick and repulsive,

that I should be hung by my neck for what I did.

So, now, she's gone. All gone,

just like the peas on my plate when I was a kid.

All gone. I miss her. I loved her. All gone.

My pretty, poor Mummy.

I'm like him, who left here without her. So...

I'm thinking...

time to go

and guess what...

I'm not sorry for hating you all. Not even a little.

You all walking around in your lead boots you like to call a conscience.

Well, I was born wearing none,

so I could soar high above you all and while you stuff your faces

and flick your remotes

and pray to a god you only half believe in.

It's all just a lie. The truth is blackness and the only thing that matters

is making a statement before you enter it.

Peeling back the skin of the earth and leaving a scar.

That's what history is: scar tissue.

Fuck it!

I'm Audi

I painted my masterpiece a couple of years ago

and I can't imagine how I could possibly top it.

What have any of you done to be remembered?

So,

goodnight.

Good fuck.

I hope you're all condemned to live your meaningless lives

over

and over

for fuckin' ever!

Thank you. For what?

Narrowing down the location of Hartsfield's home and his job,

working this case after we stopped. What were you two doing, again?

We were hung up on other cases. So, that's gonna be our story?

We missed catching the Mercedes killer because we were otherwise occupied?

It may not play well but it's the truth.

What if he planted other bombs behind?

Brady Hartsfield wasn't the type to just

slink away and kill himself, I'm tellin' you.

We're gonna send a Bomb Squad to you, clear your house and one to Edmund Mills.

Anywhere else a likely target?

There's a Career Night tomorrow.

Where? The Roseland Hotel.

He went after job seekers the first time.

You on the coworkers next? I want a Bomb Squad. We'll sweep those areas.

Bill,

your house is off limits for a while, so why don't you stick around

in an advisory capacity. You need to sign non-disclosure and release of

liability forms.You good with that? Grand.

Miss Linklatter?

Thanks for comin' in. How you doin'?

Fuckin' great.

No matter how small it may seem,

if anything occurs to you about Brady Hartsfield, you give us a call.

Hi.

Miss Linklatter, come with us, please.

It's Link-later. Oh, Josh...

We're having trouble locating your store manager, Anthony Frobisher.

It's his day off.

We sent someone by his house. No answer.

He goes to see his Dad. Yeah?

Yeah, on his days off, he always goes to visit his Dad in Bedford.

I've got Dave Frobisher

The only Frobisher that comes up in Bedford: Xavier, 69

lives on Myers Road. One son: Anthony.

Alright, right this way.

Some are calling him the Mercedes killer. I can't believe it.

2 bodies apparently have been found. Wow.

Police believe Brady has a strong connection to this.

Again, we're reporting live from Elm Street...

The Cash rack looks like shit

and stock from last week is still in the back room, not on the floor

and we open in 12 minutes!

Detective Dixon, please.

Come on, let's go.

We had no choice but to close, sir.

Yes, I am aware of declining sales but, sir,

you are aware that Brady Hart...

I understand but if there's a bomb, sir...

All clear.

It looks like we got the all clear.

Yes, yes, right away. Abso...

Where's Taylor? Dude, she fuckin' quit.

These are our personal cells.

24/7, we never close.

You did the right thing here.

You can't be too paranoid right now.

Sure.

Al... For real!

But...

Yeah, will do.

Ok, yeah, talk soon.

Coroner? Brady Hartsfield had no dentist.

Maybe his sole redeeming quality was good teeth.

The mother?

Her dentals match, yeah, but nothin' on the son.

Bomb Squad's cleared this house, at the Mills'.

The Roseland? Yeah, that was a bitch, I hear.

Look, nothing went boom today and all the likely targets are bomb-free.

That's somethin'.

Speak it!

Do you think he's dead?

Yes.

I do.

But... They found an egress:

Hidden door in the basement, tunnel connected.

So, he could have got out, anytime.

I don't know why