Mary Kills People

You're gonna kill my husband, Mary,

and you're gonna do it tonight.

Picture this. Cabins right here.

There's one for each patient.

We register as a hospice,

that way when there's a dead body,

no one will ask any questions.

It'll all seem legit.

Well, I think doctors feel it's important for patients

to choose their death.

Jess, there's something that I really need to show you,

and it's kind of confidential.

Me and Jess were hanging out tonight without you.

Oh, sure. Whatever.

I have some bad news for you. You have a brain tumor.

There has to be some sort of mistake.

It's not a mistake.

Oh, yeah. Some guys came by and delivered it this morning.

Well, they must have

delivered it to the wrong house.

Is there a receipt?

I'm having my husband killed right now.

- Who? - Dr. Mary Harris.

Travis will be home by 7:00.

Honey, I'm home.

Make it look like a heart attack

or whatever it is you normally do,

and I'll expect you back here around 9:30.

Do you want a drink, man?

You know it, buddy.

- Hey, would you mind if I... - Do I mind?

shit, you should've said something earlier.

- Oh, you got connections? - I am the connection, brother.

It's done.

Strange.

I must feel sad. What was it like?

Did he just slip away on the couch?

I want to know where I'll find him.

Oh, you won't find him. I got rid of the body.

That was not the plan.

Did you really think I was gonna leave a healthy body

with pento in it lying around for anyone to find?

With no body, how can I know that Travis is really dead?

You want to shoot people in your warehouse

in front of witnesses?

That's your choice.

I'm not gonna tell you how to run your business,

so don't tell me how to run mine.

Your husband's dead, and I'm walking out of here.

I want your guarantee you won't come after me.

You think I was reckless killing Randall here,

but my witnesses are scared shitless of me.

I'm not.

Swear for me, Mary.

Swear for me on your daughters' lives you killed my husband.

- I swear. - Then we're good as gold.

Mary Kills People 02x03 Twin Flames Original Air Date 01/17/2018

Inside. Good boy.

- Is he... - Inside, passed out.

- How'd you get him here? - I told him I had

a bottle of El Dorado in my trailer.

He practically jumped in the truck.

- This is where you live. - For now.

I'm hoping to build something more permanent later.

- You have a dog. - Ivan.

Ben, thank you.

You asked me to get this guy

out of his own house no questions asked.

But now obviously I have some questions.

What were you doing there, Mary?

It's, um... it's complicated.

I just messed with my entire investigation

for you, Mary.

Travis's wife, Olivia, asked me to kill him.

Why? Is he... is he sick?

No. She asked me in, like, a hitman way.

She's blackmailing me.

And if I hadn't have been there, what,

you would've killed the guy?

No, of... of course not.

I would've found another way out of it.

She's Grady's sister.

I know.

So what else do you know about her?

Well, I know that if Travis shows up alive

she's gonna come after me and my kids.

Leave Travis with me.

I'll work on him, and then I will deal with Olivia.

- Are you sure? - It's what I do.

- But what do I do? - Go home.

Live your life.

Let me do my job.

So you're just gonna swoop in and save me?

I guess so.

Late night, early morning.

- You work too hard, Mary. - Ugh, the fridge.

It's got a crushed ice feature.

You think I could take it?

Where?

I saw a nice condo with a view of the lake.

I thought I'd put a deposit down.

You're moving out?

Isn't that what we agreed?

- Yeah, but there's no rush. - What, you want me to stay?

Are we rekindling the fire now?

Fire? No. No, there's no fire.

I'm gonna give you a book called "Codependent No More."

Good morning, girls.

Hello. And here you go.

So big night? You girls ready?

I still have some mixed feelings about it.

That's hilarious, Cam.

Just remember who holds the power

to send you to bed with no dinner.

Wait, what are we talking about?

Seriously?

It's on the family calendar.

I have the real estate conference in Chicago,

and since you're working a double the girls

are staying home alone tonight.

- Shit. - Language, Mom.

Sorry. I'm really not comfortable with you girls

being here on your own tonight.

Mom, it's one night. I'm 16.

- We already discussed this. - Well, I changed my mind.

- Why? - Because it's not safe.

It's okay. I guess I can stay at Sarah's.

Can you stay at Naomi's please?

What? Yeah! Whoa, what? Whoa, whoa!

Hi. Hey. Good boy. Good boy. Good boy. Good...

Ohh.

Good morning, sunshine.

What the hell is this, man?

Is this some kind of weird sex thing?

You're not my type.

- You're a cop. - Detective, actually.

You can call me Ben.

This is false imprisonment.

Oh, no, no, no. I am doing you a favor, Travis.

Cops don't do favors.

What do you want?

I just wanna talk.

The only person I'm talking to is my lawyer.

Sure.

You tell him it's regarding the operation of Bloom Appliances,

'cause I think you're running drugs out that warehouse.

Now, I could let you go.

I could, but I don't think you want me to do that.

You see, Travis,

there's a hit out on you.

I'll take my chances.

Really? 'Cause in here, in this trailer, you're safe,

but if I let you go home...

Oof, who knows what could happen?

Considering it's your wife who wants you dead.

- Bullshit. - I know. Shocking, isn't it?

But after spending a night with you, Travis,

I can't say I blame her.

So relax, drink some coffee, and we'll talk.

I swore on my daughters' lives, Des.

And you couldn't just call

and tell me all of this?

Hm? I was beside myself. I felt guilty as hell.

I thought that I'd turned you into a murderer.

It would've been easier if I was.

So instead, you stash Travis in a camper somewhere.

With Ben.

- Yes. - Ben the cop.

He said he'd take care of it.

Ben is not a long-term option.

Maybe I ran into him for a reason.

- Maybe we can trust him. - We can't.

Travis needs to disappear, okay?

Leave town for good.

How about this?

We take the money you made while I was in prison

in that nice little shoebox in your closet.

We put Travis on a bus to Mexico, problem solved.

- What if he comes back? - He won't.

He'd be crazy to.

We'd always be looking over our shoulders, Des.

Ben can arrest Olivia.

Get her out of our lives for good.

I just got out of prison, Mary.

Putting my fate in the hands of the police

is not a good option for me.

Hey.

Don't trust him, Mary.

I have to.

Joan? Joan, can you hear me?

Joan, can you hear me?

- She's unresponsive. - Heart rate's low.

Blood pressure's rising.

What do you want to do?

Let's, um...

Let's intubate her.

We're losing her. Get a crash cart!

Code blue, room 207. Code blue, room 207.

Hang on, Joan.

Hang on.