Mr. Mercedes

Previously on "Mr Mercedes"...

All of them could have could have conceivably

walked to the crash site.

So, what's the next step?

- Oh! Oh, Jesus Christ. - Danielle!

I'm going to get all my stuff, because I am done.

Got any of John Rothstein's books?

- Sold out. - What about first editions?

- Do you know how much they're worth? - If it's a long letter,

could be worth a million, at least.

It's the way he was acting, fishing.

That's him.

- He's not the only one. - What?

That's the detective that broke the Mr Mercedes case.

You're positive he was shot here?

We found the drill that was used to burrow into his head.

You got no leads at all, huh?

- No. We found the writings at the house. - Most likely stolen.

It's him.

Lou passed her competency exam.

- What? - She's going to trial.

Looks like you're making

a pretty good life for yourself,

photos of houses where they found a dead guy.

I think I'm going to take a picture of....

I miss Satan. Really, I do.

Satan used to be somebody,

the Prince of Fucking Darkness.

Pilgrims knew him.

They burned witches

because Satan's got some evil goddamn friends out there.

The worst crime that my generation ever committed

is that we murdered Satan.

Now nobody's evil.

They're damaged, they're misunderstood,

they're unloved, but they're not evil.

God forbid you say that.

But here's a problem.

If there is no Satan,

then there is no God.

And where there's no God,

there's Mr Mercedes

plowing into a bunch of innocent people

looking for jobs.

Hodges.

Wait!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

No! Oh!

No, no, ow, ow!

Aah!

It was proof that Satan lives,

and we are all

just too fucking weak to admit it.

OK, OK, OK.

Coming, coming.

What the hell time is it?

7:45. Known in Ohio as morning.

Are you all right?

Was having a fuck of a nightmare.

There's both a doorbell to ring

and a door to knock on, you know.

- What are you doing? - I'm cleaning.

What does it look like I'm doing?

Spilled some red wine.

What are you doing?

I maybe have a lead.

I got a high school buddy, Andy Halliday, runs an old bookstore.

Yeah, you told me. You got a bite?

Well, some kid came into the bookstore

asking about Rothstein.

That kid!

We have ourselves a positive ID.

That's the Saubers family.

Fuck.

I've seen this kid playing with his dog.

There's also a private detective on the sniff.

Came to the bookstore asking about Rothstein.

Here.

Bill Hodges.

- You know him? - I know Bill.

He's a bloodhound, only less handsome.

- You say he's sniffing? - Seems so.

I don't like that.

Then again, he could lead us to the holy grail.

If he's looking for those manuscripts,

we should keep close tabs, hmm?

The man is a bloodhound.

Wow, a tie. What's the occasion?

Going to court.

The trial of the woman who killed Brady Hartsfield.

You're going?

Yeah, I have to, for whatever reason.

Pete, we got another envelope this morning.

$9,000.

Bringing the total up to $32,000.

Oh, my God.

You have no idea where this is coming from?

Actually, I do.

Pete, you've been pretty

secretive as of late.

My mind keeps going to those expensive shoes that you've got.

I just can't help but think...

- Dad. - Just let me finish, Pete, OK?

You're not in trouble.

Or I should say you're not in trouble with me.

If you need help, let me help you.

I don't need help.

Where'd you get the money?

It's not coming from me.

I promise.

Yes, perfect. Thank you. You too.

Hey. I have some good news.

Good.

OK, so it turns out Rothstein took out insurance.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's called stated value coverage,

which basically means the cost of replacing

whatever was in the safe.

Stated value coverage, as in subject to appraisal.

Exactly.

- Books. - Yeah, it has to be.

His daughter said that he never stopped writing.

I mean, she said that he had tons of notebooks,

just unpublished manuscripts.

Tell him the best part.

So the insurance company, Hannaford,

they've offered a reward:

$700,000 for any information

that would lead to the manuscript's recovery.

I mean, that means we're no longer doing this

just for the love of American literature.

This is much bigger now. We're talking money.

$700,000.

Mm-hmm.

And maybe another break.

I just got off the phone with Shirley Landon.

She's an EMT.

Stan the Man, the guy that was found dead in the truck,

the one that you think was planted there?

- Yeah. - Turns out, she remembers him.

Apparently, he dropped off another half-dead guy

off at the hospital like some Good Samaritan drop-off?

When?

The night of Rothstein's murder.

- Well, let's go. - No, no, you need to be in court.

Jerome, you go to the hospital.

We're talking about a lead that could bring us

straight to those books, Holly.

I realise that, and also possibly $3/4 million.

But we need to be in court.

And by court order, in case you forgot.

I'll go. I'll take the information.

Yes.

Take information. Don't give any. Do you understand?

Sí, kemosabe.

- What does that mean? - Bill.

It means you're no longer a lone ranger.

You have two sidekicks right here.

Come on. We really have to go.

Ciao.

Yes!

This ups the ante, and not in a good way.

This reward money?

Other people are going to be looking.

Morris, are you listening to me?

- I'm listening. - We need to turn the screws

on this Saubers kid now.

Or Hodges.

Hodges doesn't have the books.

He's just looking for them like we are.

But he may have more information than we do.

That kid lives in the area.

He was in the bookstore asking about Rothstein,

what we was worth.

He's our best bet.

The question is, how do we make our play

without tipping our own hand?

I would've thought she'd be back by now.

Excuse me?

Danielle.

Oh, for God's sake.

She didn't even pack up her shit.

Not even a note.

You really loved her.

I just don't get it.

Morris, you're a nice guy,

good-looking.

But it's not the case that,

well, whatever women find in you,

they can find elsewhere,

and I don't say that to be mean.

Every woman I've ever cared for has hurt me,

my mother, Danielle.

I never hurt you.

You raped me when I was 13.

But it was loving.

Set her free! Set her free!

Set her free! Set her free!

He wants us all in chambers?

According to the clerk.