02x01 - The Means

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Let's go, Bennett.

Okay.

I have a patient.

This won't take long.

I need more pentobarbital.

No.

We had a deal.

The deal has changed.

Police are cracking down.

I'm not leaving here without it.

You are very brave,

coming in here
with your demands.

All right, how much do you want?

It's not for me.

You k*ll people.

Don't you?

k*ll or be k*lled.

It says here

you served 8 months
of a 12month sentence

for accessory to m*rder.

Do you feel
you've been rehabilitated?

Yeah. I'm a changed man.

In fact, I'm not even sure

my name should be Desmond
anymore.

What do you think of "Gary"?

"Todd"?

Herschel.

I look like a Hershel.

Mr. Bennett,
if this is a joke to you,

we can end your hearing now.

No, please.

It's not a joke.

A friend once told me
that life can make you strong

or it can break you.

There isn't much in between.

I believe that this experience
has made me stronger.

It's shaped me into a...

A better version of myself.

Passport?

You bring anything back
from Mexico?

Just a few souvenirs.

Pull around here

to the secondary
inspection area.

Is there a problem?

It's a present for my daughter.

She collects snow globes.

Took me forever to find.

Thank you.

Mary Kills People The
Means January 3, 2018

Des?

Jesus, Mary!

You don't sneak up on a man
just out of prison.

What are you doing here?

I got out a couple days ago.

But you had another four months.

Good behavior.

You should have seen me
work the parole board.

Really, I thought I saw
a couple of tears.

This is so great.

I called to let you know,
left a message.

You didn't answer.

I've been away, in Mexico.

Hello.

Pento Americana.

I go to this border town
for a little R&R.

And I've been using your place
as a safehouse.

I hope that's okay.

So you carried on
without me, then.

I thought perhaps
your partner going to prison

may have given you pause.

Well, sure, I mean, I paused.

I did, but...

people kept suffering.

People kept needing me.

Okay.

How many people?

Does it matter?

So where's our next patient, then?

You just got out of prison.

Maybe give it a little time.

Yeah, I did.

Eight months of time.

I don't have anyone lined up.

But I'll let you know.

So you don't have
any new patients,

and yet there are two vials
of pento sitting right here.

Why don't you want me
to come with you?

Because you're on parole,
and I'm fairly certain

one of your conditions would be
"no k*lling people."

Mary, I... I went to prison

to keep your name clean
and out of the case.

It's fine.

One thing
that got me through it all

was keeping my mind focused
on the business,

our business.

I need to get back to normal.

Betty was this opinionated,
commanding,

bright spark of a woman.

I was this introverted
weirdo artist

who had no business
talking to her.

That is not true.

I loved Victor from afar
for months.

When he finally asked me out,
I almost d*ed...

figuratively speaking.

We met in university too.

Are you two married?

No, no, we're friends.

And business partners.

Where's the contract?

I don't do that anymore.

You okay, Victor?

Yeah.

Just one of the perks
of mesothelioma.

Did you take
any pain medication today?

No.

The meds just made me dopey.

I want to die with a clear mind.

So here we are.

- The 20,000.
- Thank you.

And we're ready.

Excuse me.

What's happening here?

Betty and Victor
want to die together.

We've discussed it,
and I support their decision.

Mary, what are you talking about?

Our service is for people
who are dying.

We're all dying.
It's just a matter of timing.

Trust me, son.

I've tried
to talk her out of it.

We both have.
She won't be swayed.

Well, then let me be
the one to sway you, Betty,

because this is mad.

Listen, I know

that there's a very popular
opinion out there

that choosing life is superior
to choosing death.

Believe me when I tell you

I have no interest
in any life without my husband.

Mary, I'm gonna need a word.

This is not what we do.

Yes, it is.
We help people who want to die.

No, we help the terminally ill

shuffle across that
rainbow bridge a bit faster.

We don't m*rder
perfectly healthy individuals

who happen to be a bit sad.

Look, when they first asked me,

I had the same reaction.

I would hope so!

But then she explained it to me.

Her life would be meaningless
without him.

She just needs a hobby.

Knitting or birding
or something.

And I've been through all
of that with her, of course.

You know that look
that they have

when they're ready,

when death is their only option.

She has that look.

And we shouldn't be the ones
to decide

that Betty's suffering
is any less real than Victor's.

But he's dying! She's not.

Suffering isn't always physical.

You know what?

Two bodies equals suspicion
equals investigation

equals cops equals jail time.

You know, I know you're all for
pushing boundaries, Mary,

but there are some boundaries
that don't need pushing.

That was amazing.

I think I saw stars.

You guys are crazy.

People have d*ed from that.

Well, she's crazy.
I'm just impressionable.

Hey, Heather?

Do you wear that
because you believe in God?

My God, Jess.

You can't just ask people
if they believe in God.

No, it's okay.

I don't believe
in a traditional god,

like a white man in the sky

watching down on us all
with judgment.

But I believe in a higher power
that I can talk to,

that has my back
in some cosmic way.

That sounds kind of nice.

I want to go again.

Slow down, crazy.

You remember that kid
in middle school

that he did it too many times.

He ended up in Emergency.

He had a seizure, I think.

The choking game has been around

for, like, ever.

Your mom's probably seen it
a million times.

Why would your mom
have seen it before?

She's a doctor in the ER.

Your mom's lawyer,
and your mom's a doctor?

Cool moms.

Yeah, lawyers are cool.

But, like, 90% of doctors
are sociopaths.

I think they have to be.

You know what? I want to go.

I want to know
what it feels like.

I love it when you're dangerous.

I can wait.

We can figure
something else out.

You can't wait.

And it's okay.

Yeah, I'll be okay.

You made my life.

And you made mine.

I want to stay with him.

Of course.

Betty, no!

We need to get out of here.

Just for the record,

if you were dying,

I would not want
to die with you.

I mean, I love you,
but I love life more.

- What?
- You.

Trying to lighten the mood
right now.

There was a time when
you appreciated my humor.

There is a line.

Yeah, I agree.

There... there's a line.

There's k*lling people
who are terminal

and k*lling people
who are healthy.

I don't want to go on this side.

Noted.

Why are you being so difficult?

I have to pick up my kid.

Don't leave mad.

I'm not mad at you.
I'm mad at myself.

That makes me feel even worse.

It's not about you, Des,

or your feelings or mine.

It's about our patients,

and I don't think
we should only help people

when it's easy for us.

We also have to be able
to sleep at night.

I sleep fine.

Jess, your mom's here!

How are you, Louise?

Me? I'm great.

Heard your friend Des
got released from prison.

I wouldn't know.
I don't talk to him anymore.

But I thought he fired you.

He did, but, you know,
there are some cases

I just can't let go of.

Are you sure we should be
talking about this?

Because isn't it a violation
of... what is it?

Attorneyclient privilege?

Which is grounds
for being disbarred.

Right?

Wow, tension is ripe in here.

Let's go.

I guess we're going.

Bye, girls.

Gonna go upstairs?

Have you seen my textbook?

Yeah, it's right there
on the table.

- Are you joining us?
- No, I can't.

I got to finish
"Catcher in the Rye"

so I can write this essay.

What's it about?

How Holden Caulfield thinks

all the adults around him
are phonies.

Hi, Jess.

Hey, you.

- Mom?
- Yup.

I've decided I want to be
a vegetarian.

That's a big decision.

Not really.

I value all life, even chickens.

She is very passionate
about this.

Because I'm right.

I mean, we might as well

just stick Casper II
on the barbecue.

Okay, sweetie.

Why don't we give it
a week trial, see how you do?

I'll do great.

Making your favorite,
by the way.

I'm not that hungry.

A healthy dinner, Mary.

Nine out of ten doctors
recommend it.

How's the househunting?

Don't worry; I'll get out
of your hair soon.

Thanks for picking up Jess,
by the way.

It's still a little awkward
seeing Louise after the breakup.

I think she has some kind
of problem with me too.

Did she ever mention anything?

No, but I always got a feeling

that she was
a little intimidated by you.

Why?

Well, you can be
a very intimidating woman.

Tequila, neat.

Did you just become available?

I guess so. I just left my husband.

Well, I can say
with full confidence

it is his loss.

You're sweet.

"Sweet Desmond,"
that's what they call me.

They don't call me that.
They call me "Des."

My name is Des.

Hi, Des.

Olivia.

Do a sh*t with me?

I would love
to partake in that with you,

but I put a plug in the jug
a while back.

Why?

I was far too good at it.

Put the rest of you to shame.

Yeah, I'm not really
much of a drinker either.

I think there are better ways
of losing control.

Well,

So...

what do you do, Olivia?

I'm a stayathome mom

to one lovely little girl.

She's great.

She's the best.

I'm really quite boring.

Somehow, I doubt that.

What about you?

I was a doctor,

but now I'm pursuing
some entrepreneurial endeavors.

Doctor? Fancy.

What kind?

Plastic surgery.

The most altruistic field
of medicine.

All right, suppose
I walked in to your office.

What would you recommend?

Okay, let's see.

Okay.

Absolutely nothing.

Mom?

What's another word
for "paradise"?

"Utopia."

It's an imagined world
where everything is perfect.

Utopia. I like it.

It's for a new poem
I'm working on.

Are you ready for your gift
from Mexico?

Yes, por favor.

It's creepy.

It's not creepy.

It's... it's beautiful. Look.

It's a sugar skull.

I don't like it.

It reminds me of dead people.

That's kind of the point.

See, in Mexico, they have

a very different attitude
toward death.

Instead of pretending
it doesn't exist,

they celebrate it.

They have a whole day
devoted to it.

It's called Día De Los Muertos,

Day of the Dead.

Sometimes at night,
when I'm trying to fall asleep,

I get really scared
when I think about dying.

I know, honey. It's scary.

But, you know, I've found that
when I'm scared of something,

I like to face it headon.

But if you don't want
the sugar skull,

that's okay too.

No, I want it.

Can I stay with you
a little while?

Of course.

Maybe one day,

scientists will find
a cure for dying

and we can all live forever.

Maybe.

Wow.

That was...

A long time coming.

What?

Nothing.

That was spectacular. Thank you.

You're thanking me?

Well, I was raised
to have good manners.

What, you're leaving?

Because I thought that we could

go eat some ice cream

and then, I don't know,
round two?

I'm gonna need you
to k*ll my husband.

What's that, now?

k*ll my husband.

That's what I thought you said.

I know you k*ll people, Des.

Your little
entrepreneurial endeavors?

Ethan Grant, Troy Dixon,

Morgan Lewis.

I know about all of them.

I'm an endoflife counselor.

And I'm a boring stayathome mom.

I'll be in touch with the details.

Brendon Challis,
drove his car off the road.

Hi, Brendon. I'm Dr. Harris.

This is Connie.

We're gonna take
good care of you.

- You're pretty.
- Thank you.

No, really, like a TV doctor.

- Are you in any pain?
- Just my side.

It kind of hurts when I breathe.

Looks like a bruised rib
from your seat belt.

Can you tell me anything
about the accident

and what happened?

I was on my way to work.

I'm the resident costumer
at Paragon Theater.

We're doing a production
of "A Streetcar Named Desire."

- Stella!
- Yeah, that's the one.

And what about your car?
Did you lose control?

I honestly don't know what happened.

I mean, one minute,
I was driving along,

and the next, I was
being pulled out of my car

by this very attractive
paramedic.

Do you think it's possible
you blacked out,

lost consciousness?

What? What is it?

A few weeks ago,
I was coming out of the shower,

and I got really dizzy.

Like, I needed to lie down
on the bath mat.

I didn't think anything of it,
but now...

I'm gonna look
in your eyes, okay?

It might be a little bright.

Brendon, I'm gonna order
a CT scan for you

as a precaution.

A CT scan? That sounds serious.

No, it might be nothing.
The scan will tell us.

I'll be back once we have
the results, okay?

Let me know
when the scan is done.

- Dr. Harris.
- Dr. Dunn.

A CT scan for a bruised rib?

I believe the patient
lost consciousness,

and I want to rule out that
it's not something serious.

Well, CT scans are expensive.

I'm aware.

I'm the guy that has to defend

these decisions
to the hospital board,

and I can't justify a CT scan

for a simple case like this.

We clear?

Crystal.

Right.

Just order the scan, please.

- You got it.
- Thank you.

It's not as good.

What?

All this fresh air.

Why'd I quit smoking, again?

To live long and prosper.

Right, and eventually
this feeling of missing it

will just go away?

I wish I had
better news for you,

but it lingers.

Victor.

You need to come with me.

She survived.

What the hell happened?

She wanted to die with Victor.

We said no. She jumped.

"We"?

Des is back.

Out early on good behavior.

You know,
it would have been really nice

to have been briefed
on all of this.

I didn't think there was
anything to brief you on,

because I thought she was dead.

Two fractured vertebrae,
broken leg, broken arm,

intracranial bleeding.

And not dead.

Betty didn't mention
wanting to die with Victor.

If she had, I never would have
referred them to you.

Just ignore it. Ignore all of it.

Well, you could k*ll the guy.
No.

Christ.

Hello?

Good morning, Desmond.

It's you.

It's me.

The time has come.

The time for...

For you to free my husband

from the shackles
of this mortal coil.

Dr. Harris.

Am I good to go?

It's the dress rehearsal tonight.

They need me there,
like, ten minutes ago.

I'm sorry for the wait.

Can you take a seat, please?

So we got the results
from your CT scan.

And I'm afraid I have
some bad news for you.

You have a brain tumor.

What?

That's not possible.

I checked the scan
very carefully,

and it fits the symptoms
you've been having.

You have a tumor
on your cerebellum.

There has to be
some sort of mistake.

It's not a mistake, Brendon.

This is real.

What does this mean?

Well, I'm going to take you
to Oncology,

and we're gonna get
some more answers, okay?

What about the dress rehearsal?

We'll get you there
as soon as we can,

but right now, your health
has to be your main priority.

Yeah.

The show must go on.

What are you doing here?

You weren't answering
your phone.

I was working.
You can't be here.

My kids could show up,

and I don't know
how to explain...

you.

Sorry, but this is kind of
a pressing matter.

Okay, there's no easy way
to say this.

It's kind of a
comedyoferrorstype situation.

I really think that one day,
we will laugh about this.

Laugh about what?

Stop stalling and tell me.

Someone thinks I'm a hitman.

You told her you'd do it?

I told her
I was thinking of doing it.

I had no idea
who this woman was.

Yet you slept with her.

Eight months, Mary.

I was in prison
for eight months.

Saying I'd consider her request

was the only way
I could think of

to get her to agree
to meet with me,

and now we know where she lives.

Well, you should have
ignored her, Des.

Mary, she said it was...

It was either him or me.

So we're gonna call in
an anonymous tip or something?

No, you said she knows
about Morgan, Ethan, and Troy.

We need to... to figure out how

and what else she knows.

Are you sure that's
the best course of action?

What other choice do we have?

Wait to see
if she actually kills you?

No.

Well, in Switzerland,

a doctor would give a patient
such as yourself

a lethal dose
of sodium pentobarbital

to drink.

There is no pain, no suffering.

You just fall asleep.

Do you think Heather's pretty?

Yeah, I guess.

You think she's prettier
than me?

You're both pretty
in your own way.

I mean, a simple "hell, no"

would have been a better answer.

She has so many more followers
than I do.

Take my picture?

No, I'm not
your personal photographer.

- Come on.
- Get a selfie stick.

Just do it.
I'll give you photo credit.

Okay.

Nice.

- Can you take another one?
- No.

If you're thinking about
putting that on the Internet,

you better think again.

I would never.

Jess, I have
some of your dad's things

that he left here.

Would you see
that he gets them, please?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

You deserve
so much better, honey.

What the hell was that about?

Your girlfriend lives
in a nice neighborhood.

Yeah, she does seem
rather sophisticated.

You know, in an unhinged,
"k*ll my husband" kind of way.

All right.

- We doing this?
- I am.

You're staying in the car.

- I know you.
- Maya.

How many times
do I have to tell you

not to open the door
to strangers?

But she's not a stranger.
I know this lady, Mom.

Are you here to see me?

No, I'm here to see your mom.

And how is it
you know my daughter?

She was friends
with Uncle Grady.

Go to your room, Maya.

You're Grady's sister.

So hard to find good help,
isn't it?

I'm sorry you're having
domestic problems,

and I can recommend
a great divorce lawyer.

A divorce.

God, I never thought of that.

I don't know
what you think you know,

but you've got it all wrong.

I'm an endoflife counselor,
and so is Des.

That's all.

I do have it all wrong, don't I?

You know, this whole time, I
thought Des set my brother up,

but when I met Des,

he didn't really seem like
the Machiavellian type.

You do.

What's your name?

We're not going to help you
with your request.

I think you are,

because if you knew my brother,

then you know
what I'm capable of.

You know, your brother tried
to push me around too.

He was kind of an assh*le.

Which is why I let him die.

Excuse me?

I'm the woman
who k*lled your brother.

A cop k*lled my brother.

A cop
may have pulled the trigger,

but I let Grady bleed out
and die.

If you ever mess with me
or Des again,

I will k*ll you too.

My name is Mary.

Hi.

18.

I helped 18 people die
while you were in prison,

and every single one
of those deaths was perfect.

I'm really happy for you.

The first death I do with you

ends with a woman
flinging herself off a balcony,

and then you welcome
Grady's sister into our lives.

I didn't welcome her.
She took advantage of me.

I know you said you wanted
to go back to normal,

but I don't think we can.

I just spent eight months
in a living nightmare.

I was in a cell
next to an insane man

who wouldn't stop singing
'70s ballads.

I was bored. I was afraid.

I was a number, 55270053.

That was me.

And I did it for you.

So I'm sorry
if getting out of jail

ruined your plan,

your master plan
for setting up Grady.

It didn't work out well
for me either.

You're right.

We're bad for each other.

We're not bad for each other.

We're... we're good
for each other?

Just a bad couple of days.

It's growing pains or something.

I'm sorry.

I just want to help people, Des,

and when I do it alone, I can.

Hi, Betty.

Can I ask you a question?

I've heard when people jump,
sometimes as they fall,

they regret their decision.

Did you?

I regret waking up.

He's gone.

I would take my life again

and again.

I just don't have the means.

The means.

You'll feel a rush
through your body,

and then a warm feeling
of peacefulness

will take you slowly into sleep.

It won't take long.

I could stay with you,
if you'd like.

You can press it again.

And again.

And again.