03x02 - Girl Problems

Episode transcripts for the TV series "Mary Kills People". Aired: January 2017 to June 2019.*
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"Mary Kills People" revolves around the life of a single mother and ER doctor who is illegally helping terminally ill patients end their lives, and getting into trouble when a police investigation starts to examine the deaths of some of her patients.
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03x02 - Girl Problems

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- So how was your day off?
- I k*lled someone.

Gail Rahimi, 42.

Sickle cell disease.

I thought you might need my phone.

I'm a nurse. We were here
together the whole time.

- And you are?
- Mary Harris. I used to work at Eden General.

- Now, I work in hospice.
- Name of the hospice?

- Joys.
- I admitted a new patient yesterday.

- You must be...
- Lucy.

- Desmond.
- Jesus, Jess. What happened?

- Heather dumped me.
- To forget her...

- you have to...
- Destroy her!

- Run, dummy! You gotta run!
- We get a 911 last night.

Guess who's on the scene?

Dr. Mary Harris. The
angel of death herself.

She's pregnant. Five months, maybe.

Living the dream, right?

A big, beautiful,
murderous deathy dream.

Unless, of course, the cops show up.

Des, it's been a week.

We haven't heard anything.

Well, I guess we live to
fight another day then.

There's something very liberating

about just lying back

and waving your arms and legs around,

forgetting everything except

the cold air on your skin.

Leaving your mark.

At least until the snow falls again.

I must say, that's one of
our stranger last requests.

- Are you comfortable?
- Perfection.

I mean, apart from the cancer.

It smells like fresh baked
bread and a hint of limestone.

Sounds like you know your champagne.

I've had a few of these in my day.

Time for my dying wish.

Your baby. Who's the father?

Did you love him at least?

Now, now, Martha, I'm
starting to think you're stalling.

- Are you having second thoughts?
- Not at all.

The beauty of how I lived my life...

I... made my own choices
all the way through.

I... I travelled.

I... slept with a thousand men.

I did whatever I wanted.

And I'm getting to do this my way too.

It was...

the fullest life

in the world.

♪ Mary Kills People 3x02 ♪
Girl Problems

So, what were you doing out there?

Nothing like a brisk outing
in the wintry dawn to...

wake up the bone tired body.

Are you having trouble sleeping?

I can sleep just fine if I'd let myself.

What's stopping you?

Death is a sneaky bugger.

I don't want him to...

ambush me in my sleep. I want to decide,

die with my boots on.

You want to control it?

I used to be terrified
of death when I was kid.

It kept me up at night too.

The scariest thing was that

nobody ever really talked about it.

Is that why you became a doctor?

I learned that there are things

that you can do to prolong life.

But sometimes, there's
nothing you can do except...

Grab it before it grabs you.

Though sometimes, I wish I could just...

... start all over again.

Be a boy.

See my mother.

Maybe you do.

Only you would use your free
period to actually study.

- You nerd.
- Yeah.

Well, I actually want
to go to college, so...

studying seems like a step
in the right direction.

The future is overrated.

What's that supposed to mean?

Do you ever feel crazy?

Uh...

Yeah, sometimes.

Do you?

Sometimes, I want to
have sex with myself

and then other times, I
wanna slit my own throat,

so...

Yeah, that's pretty crazy.

Why don't we ditch school
and do something fun? Hm?

Oh man, you've been
blowing me off all week.

We can go to my house.
You can work there.

You can use my mom's
office. She's not back yet.

Yeah, right.

You'd probably set my books on fire.

I just really gotta finish this.

- We can hang out later.
- When?

I don't know. Um...

This weekend.

So... I read your report.

- And?
- And I gotta say, man,

I can't see what you're seeing.

It says the victim d*ed

of an insulin overdose, right? Insulin.

That's never been Mary's MO.

Yeah, forget the insulin.
It's bigger than that.

Because Mary said that
she was there to consult

the victim on hospice care, yeah?

So, I got to thinking, like, what if...

What if this hospice,
this Joys... is a cover?

Like a way for Mary to meet patients?

Maybe. But what if she found a place

where she can get a bunch of
terminal patients together...

... k*ll them, and no
one would ever find out?

Hmm?

Mary's a smart woman.

She would never take a risk like that.

Maybe not.

But if she was running some
kind of death factory up there...

this could be huge.

Right? Come on, this
could be front page...

Yeah, man. A real
career-maker. Absolutely.

Did you tell anyone else about this?

No. No, no, no. Not yet,

because the whole Harris case is...

- It's a bit of a...
- A bit of a what?

Come on, say it. What, an embarrassment
to the whole department?

I got played by a couple
of women and a carwash,

- is that what they're all saying?
- No...

Look, man, it's gonna
take a hell of a lot

more than your theory to
get them to reopen this case.

I know.

I'll take a look... off the record.

If I find anything, I will let you know.

And vice versa, okay?

I think we need to do Robert today.

I found him wandering around
the property this morning.

Terminal agitation.

Which means the end is nigh.

He's afraid he's going to die and
his sleep before we get to him.

Not on my watch.

- This afternoon, then?
- Yeah.

- Okay. I'll set it up.
- I kind of love Robert.

I'm gonna miss having
morning tea with him.

Oh, my God! When do I get
as callused-over as you two?

- It's always hard.
- A little bit over another month.

Well, Robert deserves
a monarch butterfly.

A classic, like him.

I'm going to go take a walk.

Clear my head a bit.

Dr. Harris! Hi!

- Quite a place you got up here!
- Can I help you?

We need to talk. Can we go inside?

- No, I'm afraid not.
- Seriously? It's freezing.

- I know. I'm working. I'm sorry.
- That's actually why I'm here.

I need your help. I have a patient.

Her name is Dorothy
Rosemond, and she's dying.

She needs help, so I thought of you.

Your hospice, I mean, Joys.

Oh, we're actually full at the moment,

but I can let you know
when we have an opening.

Mary, please.

I care about this woman a lot.

She's like a mother to me.

I told you, we don't have room.

Please, just... come and meet her.

I know you care about your
patients as much as I do.

I know you're gonna want to help her.

That's why I covered
for you with the cops.

"Covered for me?"

How I said I was with you the
whole time you were with Gail.

I know the cops get weird
about that kind of stuff.

- Your patient, where is she?
- Amazing!

Thank you so much, Mary!

Oh, is it okay if I call you Mary?

I have a feeling you and
I are gonna be friends.

Diamond Flush!

Are you sure that's not
a horseshoe in your colon?

If only.

Bob. Can I have a word?

Uh... actually, I prefer Robert.

Never really felt like a Bob.

Didn't think I could
pull it off, I guess.

Okay. Robert, I need to speak with you.

Uh-huh.

Ahem. Privately.

Rude.

Your room?

So, Robert, I've spoken with Dr. Harris.

And we've decided that...

today is your day.

To pop your clogs, as they say.

Oh...

All right, then.

Not the most... most
pleasant way to describe it,

but I get the drift.

Great. So, there's the medical part,

pentobarbital injected into
a beverage of your choice,

which is handled by Dr. Harris and...

well, I handle the other parts.

The... ceremonial parts:

a last meal, a song to play you off

into the great unknown, you
know, that sort of thing.

Well, I... Goodness.

I really don't...

- Let me think.
- Well...

- What kind of music do you like?
- Hmm? Oh, uh...

Not really a fan.

- Of music?
- Never really like the stuff.

Last meal?

Let's see...

Oh, I've always loved...

a hearty loaf of bread.

- Come on, really?
- Right, no, no, no.

No, no, bread sounds good.

Bread is... Biblical.

I'm not interrupting, am I?

Well, we did leave
the common room for a reason.

I thought maybe you
two were getting naked.

- Nothing that exciting, I'm afraid.
- Actually, Lucy, I'm...

I'm glad you're here.

I'm trying to decide how to spend
my last moments on earth.

I'm starting to think
that neither of you

understand the notion of
a closed door conversation.

We're all here for the same reason.

Maybe she can help.

Yeah. I think death planner
could have been my thing...

if I ever had a thing besides dying.

I've got it.

A single candle...

to extinguish upon my extinguishing.

Oh, goodness! That...

that sounds almost poetic.

- Inspired, even.
- Ah.

Are you sure... are you sure
I can't get you anything?

Dottie, sit your ass down.

You're 100 and dying. You
don't have to take care of us.

I am 80!

You call me 100 again,

and I'll wash your
mouth out with bleach.

- We should k*ll this old bitch.
- Oh, shut up!

Seriously, though.

That is what we are here to talk about.

Death and such.

Oh, well, that's all anyone wants
to talk to me about these days.

Dr. Harris is going
to explain everything.

Yes, Dorothy. I understand
you're terminal.

- Oh, yes I am.
- How are you feeling?

Like sh*t. Thank you for asking.

Okay, well... that's why I'm here.

I run a hospice called Joys.

And Francis thought
you might be interested

in hospice care as a possible option.

What? No, no. We've talked about this.

I don't want to spend my last days

playing cards with a bunch of sad sacks.

I'm sorry. I'm confused.

Oh, no offense.

I'm sure it's lovely.
I was just being honest.

Not that anyone cares what I think.

Especially not my son,
whose main concern is

that I stay alive to make it
to his retirement party.

Dorothy... right now,

right this second,

are you in pain?

Oh...

Then let us help you.

Dr. Harris and I both believe

that people should be able
to end their own suffering.

And we can do that for you.

Today.

Hi, it's Mary. Leave a message.

Hello, Mary. It's your
trusty partner, Des.

I'm here with Robert.
Where the hell are you?

Where is Dr. Harris?

I can't seem to reach her. But it's okay.

Right? I think we can do this.

Here you go.

Just need to get things ready for you.

No.

Excuse me?

- No.
- I was a doctor once too, Bob.

You asked me what I want

when I die. Well, here it is.

I want to be looking into
Dr. Harris's baby blues

when I go.

At least she calls me Robert.

Are you offering to k*ll me?

- Is that against the law?
- Yes.

That's right. What Francis is
suggesting is still not legal here.

Dorothy...

You own this life.

You made it what it is.

No governing body did that for you.

So, who are they to tell you
what you do with that life now?

You deserve peace.

Is that what you believe?

Yes, it is, if that's what you want.

No, it's not.

No.

I do hate those parties,

but I love the rides home.

When it's quiet and dark in the car

and no one's speaking...

I can just watch my sweet,

tired little family
lost in their thoughts.

I love those moments.

I'm not ready to give them up yet.

Well, then you live for those moments.

What are you doing?
You gave her false hope!

Dorothy is not going to
live for those moments.

She's going to lie there in agony

until she can't stand it anymore.

Then, she is going to stay alive

for a little bit longer,
and then she is going to die.

She didn't want hospice care.

I don't know what else you want from me!

I want you to end her suffering.

Like you did with Gail.

Mary...

I saw you do it.

You used pentobarbital. Right?

It was beautiful.

One minute she was suffering,
and the next... it was over.

I just wanted the
same thing for Dorothy.

I don't know what you think you saw...

but you're mistaken.

Oh.

Am I mistaken about Betty Lisko too?

What does Betty Lisko
have to do with anything?

When I saw you at Gail's,
you seemed familiar.

Then it twigged.

Eden General.

I started there a little
while ago as a nurse.

I haven't worked there in months.

I know. You quit.

And I totally get why.

I can't stand by and
watch someone suffer.

And obviously, you can't either.

I know you helped Betty Lisko die.

I know who you really are.

No, you don't.

Because if you did, you'd
know I would never help someone

who wasn't ready to die.

What happened with Robert?

- He's still with us. Clearly.
- Why?

Oh, we have a system.

No, Mary does the deaths.

She's the one with the bedside
manner who absorbs their pain and

puts it in a little box to live
like a ticking time b*mb inside her.

It's how we've always operated.

Okay. So then, where is Mary?

Your guess is as good as mine.

- She's not answering her phone.
- Well, something must be wrong.

Mary wouldn't just leave. She
wouldn't just miss Robert's death.

Mary, Mary, Mary. Everyone's
so concerned with Mary.

Have we all forgotten, this
entire place was my idea?

Robert didn't want you, did he?

He wanted Mary, not you.

He choked.

He blew out his stupid candle.

I'm gonna go find Mary.

Is anybody home?

Hey, babe.

What are you doing in
here all alone and quiet?

It's a little bit creepy.

What do you think happens when you die?

You're just... sitting in here,

alone, thinking about death?

- Any particular reason?
- Not really.

It's just something that's
been on my mind lately.

You really are your mother's daughter.

- What?
- Nothing.

What do you think happens?

You get b*rned in a fire.

You mean cremated?

Yeah, sometimes that happens.

But that's completely your choice.

And that is just your body.
I mean, who you are,

your spirit... that's long gone by then.

Gone where though?

Well, that's the big mystery. I mean...

People believe lots of different things.

It's kind of the basis for religion.

So, Christians believe

in heaven. I mean, you know that one.

I was into Buddhism for a little while,

and they believe that when you die,

your spirit comes back to life

but in a different physical form.

What do you believe now?

I...

I don't know.

So, she works at the hospital?

Her name is Francis Thorp.

I think she may be
in the home care unit.

There's a Francis in the ICU.

- She is new. Four months, maybe?
- Well, that must be her.

But an ICU nurse visiting

a patient at home? Is that normal?

Well, I don't do that.
But I'm dead inside, so...

Do you know a patient
named Dorothy Rosemond?

Yeah, I know Dorothy.

Pancreatic cancer,
definitely terminal. Why?

I went to see her today with Francis.

Francis showed up at Joys.

It was the only way to
get her out of there.

Please tell me you didn't do anything.

Of course not! Annie! No.

But Francis wanted me to.

Annie, she saw me k*ll Gail.

sh*t.

It's a beautiful spot.

It is.

I couldn't think of a...

nicer place to die.

What do you have, if
you don't mind me asking?

Colon cancer.

Very... undignified.

- What about you?
- It's not for me.

I'm checking the place
out for my mother.

Oh, well...

Glad for you, sorry for her.

Do you like it here?

I do. Very much.

What about the staff, the
doctors. Do you like them?

There's only one... real doctor here,

but she's quite remarkable.

Never met anyone like her.

- Dr. Harris.
- You know her?

Well, then...

I don't have to tell you.

I feel like...

if I can choose to go with Dr. Harris

beside me, holding my hand...

Then, I think I might
be able to bear it.

- Oh, my God.
- All right.

What kind of shady business
are you running here, Bennett?

I happened to notice that
Robert is still with us.

Oh, does that inconvenience you?

I'm so sorry about that. I do apologize.

What's wrong?

Oh, come on... Is it girl problems?

Well, I don't understand

why everyone is so obsessed
with bedside manner.


Do you know what I went to school for?

Medicine. Science.

Do you know who goes to school to
learn how to coddle? Babysitters.

Okay. Let it out.

I mean, you don't go to school
for babysitting, but I get you.

Everything right now
is about connecting.

If you want to the measure
of a man, count his friends.

- Blah, blah.
- Boring.

Right? There are plenty of exceptionally

contributing people with
problematic personalities.

- Like you.
- Exactly. Wait. What?

You think I have a... a
problematic personality?

I thought that's what you were saying.

I'm just trying to help people.

If you are interested in
making dreams come true,

I can help.

- I made a bucket list.
- Oh, good God.

Now, I've got the perfect
thing that we can do.

Tonight. It's free.

All we need are two bodies

and an open mind.

Jess?

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Are you all right?

Is the baby all right? Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

Well, you disappeared today
and you didn't let anybody know.

I wasn't feeling well.

Where are the girls?

I fed them,

and I sent them to their
rooms to do their homework.

You know, just... regular mom stuff.

I really don't need this right now.

It was Robert's day today.

- And you didn't show.
- Oh, sh*t.

And Robert wouldn't go
through with it without you.

I'm sorry. I'll talk
to Robert. I'll explain.

You do know the people
are depending on you?

Me, Des, your patients.
Oh, and your kids.

I said I was sorry, Nicole!

I'm doing what I can here, all right?

I'm working at Joys,

I'm managing the girls on my own,

I'm having a baby in four months

- by myself.
- Whose choice was that?

What?

You think you handle
everything on your own

because that's just how you roll.
You've always rolled like that.

Mary knows best.

Mary decides things.

Do you ever just stop to
think about all the people

that you're hurting along the way?

- Ready? Okay.
- Yeah.

- And...
- Come on!

Okay.

Oh!

Are you okay?

It was supposed be my face!

I tried. I missed.

- I can't... What?
- Are you okay?

What?

It's the first time I punch someone...

and then I'm the one
who bleeds! Oh, my God!

I can't!

- What is this?
- Oh, it's clean, I swear!

Oh... God.

Ben.

What are you doing here?

We need to talk.

How did you find out?

It doesn't matter.

Is it mine?

Yeah.

Were you ever gonna tell me?

I didn't know what
you'd think. I figured

after the way we left things, you...

- you would never want to see me again.
- Don't put this on me.

It isn't about what I want.
Obviously, it's about you.

That's not fair. You made
it clear how you felt.

No, I made it clear I was doing my job.

You really think you
got this all figured out,

don't you, Mary?

What's best for me, what's
best for that baby...

Especially what's best
for your patients, right?

What does that mean?

Joys... your whole new operation.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Stop, Mary! Please, can you just...

just stop lying. Can you do that?

Can you just stop investigating me?

Christ. You know what?

It's not me you gotta
worry about anymore.

I'm done, Mary. I'm
out. I'm off the force.

But there's this new detective,

and he's smart. He's eager.

And he knows about
you. About the hospice.

Are you threatening me or
are you trying to protect me?

Honestly? I don't even know anymore.

Why?

Why did you decide to keep it?

Because it's yours.

Robert.

Robert?

Robert?

You out here?

Robert?

Robert?

Lucy? What are you doing here?

- Um... I...
- You haven't

seen Robert, have you? He's
not his room and he's...

No...

Nicole!

- Nicole!
- Robert!

- Listen! I...
- What?!

Because unless you tell
me you're a sleepwalker,

there's really nothing you can say.

Sleeping with a patient! Do
you know how pathetic that is?

She is vulnerable and stuck
here and you're the only man

around here without open sores.

That's a real conquest there, Des.

- Robert!
- No, you don't understand!

It's not like that!

Just... just call Mary again.

Okay? Just...

Why is she not answering her phone?

Hi.

- What's going on?
- Robert's dead.

He froze to death. So yeah,
that's what's going on.

Oh, my God...

You need to sign off on this.

I can't.

He didn't die from his
disease. I can't sign off on it.

We have to call the coroner.
We're all gonna to go to jail!

- I'm going to go to jail.
- He had terminal agitation.

Nicole, calm down. We'll figure it out.

Oh, are you gonna to be
there for that to happen,

or you just are you just gonna take off

and hope no more patients wander
into the woods and die alone?

Yeah, All right! Let's just
all take a breath, all right?

Oh... Des, hi. Are you
the voice of reason right now?

Where was all that reason when you
decided to sleep with a patient?

Lucy.

How did that even happen?

Says the woman who's
having a baby with a man

she slept with when she
thought he was a patient.

Okay. Not judging.

We've really made a mess
of things, haven't we?

Last one to the kitchen
has to start dinner!

You're the worst!

Hey!

Jess!

sh*t. sh*t! Naomi!

Naomi, okay!

Without you, Jess...

- Whoa... okay...
- ... I don't have anybody.

What are you doing?
What are you talking about?

You can't just ignore me.

Jess, I swear to God, I will
fling myself off his balcony.

Wait! Don't, don't! Stop,
stop, stop! No! Get down!

Oh, my God! You should've
seen the look on your face.

- That's not funny.
- I'm sorry. Was it too much?

- Yes.
- Okay. Jess, I'm sorry.

- No!
- Okay, Jess. Jess, I'm sorry.

Jess, I'm...

It's just...

I really missed you.

We're still friends, okay?

You've gotta stop this.
You've gotta stop being crazy!

I can try.

You know, I...

I really am sorry...

about Robert.

He didn't want... anything.

Except not to be alone.

Well, none of us really do.

Cambie, can you set the table, please?

Naomi.

Hiya, Dr. Harris. Did you miss me?

I didn't realize you two
were hanging out again.

Um, can Naomi stay for dinner?

Her mom's been away on a case.

- So...
- I love pasta.

Okay. Cambie, set for one more.

Mom...

Get upstairs. Go.

Now!

Mary Harris?

- Yes.
- I'm here about your daughter.

You set Heather's car on fire!

Mom. Mom, I'm so sorry!

What the hell were you thinking,
pulling a stunt like that?

Mom, it was a stupid, it was a prank.

A stupid, reckless thing to do!

You're lucky Heather
isn't pressing charges.

And you're gonna pay back every cent

it's costing me to fix her car.

It wasn't her fault. It
was a complete accident.

And I swear, Dr. Harris...

You two are hanging out
again and this happens?

Naomi, go home.

Now!

You're grounded. And I
don't want to see that girl

in my house ever again!

It's not her fault!
Okay? Heather dumped me

because of what you do
for a living, and she was

just trying to have
a little bit of fun...

Don't try to turn this around,
Jess! This isn't about me.

This is all you. These
are the choices you made!

Mom?

Oh, my God...

Don't be like me.

Okay? Whatever you do,

just don't be like me.

I don't understand.

I thought they were here for me, Jess.

Hey. Want a smoke?

No, I'm good. I'm good, I'm good.

I never really had a taste for it.

So... I checked out the hospice.

Oh, yeah? Did you go inside or what?

I walked around the property.

Spoke to a patient. Asked about Mary.

- And, okay?
- And it's legit, man.

What do you mean?

- Like, are you sure?
- Yeah. This guy I spoke to,

- man, he was a talker.
- Mm-hmm.

Trust me. If he was there to
be k*lled, he would've said.

But what if he was lying to
you, like trying to protect her?

Oh, come on, man. I've
been doing this a long time.

I know when someone's lying
and this guy, he wasn't.

I'm sorry, man, but there's nothing.

Hmm.

sh*t!

You know, I thought I had
myself a serial k*ller.

I just couldn't handle
the idea of you alone

after yesterday. I felt awful.

Thank you.

Believe me, I had no idea
it would go like that.

Mm.

I'm fine. It was just an odd
conversation to have, that's all.

But I found it rather illuminating...

Like I said,

Mary and I both believe

that people shouldn't have
to suffer 'til the end.

And I stand by that.

But the truth is...

And this...

comes from years, Dorothy.

Years...

of experience.

People get far too sentimental
when it comes to death.

They don't always know
what's best for them.

But that's what I'm here for.
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