♪ ♪
- [jazz music playing] - [indistinct chatter]
We are so excited for the future.
- [laughs] - Our future.
- So, we're in-- - "Love," you say? Hmm.
And you know this how?
Well, how did you know
you were in love with your husband?
Oh. Once upon a time.
Mm.
Obviously, that things change shape.
I don't... I don't know if I ever did know for sure.
My head was so far up my ass I would do anything
or say I felt anything
just to belong to somebody.
Well, I... I just want to let you know that...
I got it, I got cast. [chuckles]
I'm gonna be on Half-Ton Trauma.
- [laughing] - Half-Ton Trauma. Okay.
So, you're gonna be a star. Of sorts.
[Merritt] Yep.
Eddie and I are gonna move in together.
You know, when we're filming the show
it's just better to have a support system, so...
Always.
Yeah, we found a cute little house
- in a gated community. - A gated community?
[Ed and Merritt] Mm-hmm.
Wow. Fancy.
[Merritt] Yeah, we just realized,
you know, with the killings, that that's the disease, like...
[sighs] nobody should be alone.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
Mm. Mm-hmm.
Well, that is very, very mature of you.
I commend your maturity.
And the fact that you didn't hide this from me
'cause I-I can abide by anything but a sneak.
Well, almost anything.
Mm. Mm. Mm-hmm.
Can we get another round
and something for my daughter and her paramour?
Think he's drinking a mocktail of sorts.
A little Shirley Temple thingie.
All virtue, no bite.
[waiter] Another round. Coming up.
So, darling daughter...
you do know
that Fast Eddie and I had a little thing?
- Lo. - A dirty thing.
A nasty little...
assignations,
with a special stress
on the "ass."
- Lois, please do not do this. - I mean,
- I had him in my mouth. - [Ed] Lois.
That did not happen and you know it didn't happen.
You're drunk. Please don't get messy
in front of your daughter. You're gonna regret it.
Oh, Fast Eddie,
what about my daughter, hmm?
Do you enjoy lifting her folds--
the acres of flesh--
to find her welcoming, shiny pudendum?
[short chuckle] Pudendum.
I have always loved that word.
Uh, uh, uh, Latin for pudere,
which means "to be ashamed."
And there is so much
- here be ashamed of. - Oh, stop.
The folds with the yeasty rashes,
the impossible to find pink holes.
- Lois. - Mom.
Don't do this to yourself.
Don't do it to me. Don't do it to us.
Please.
If this is you having a breakdown,
w-we can support you. I can get you some help.
The truth is...
you're a lost cause.
Your heart is encased
in hardened fat,
and the sludge that runs through your veins
is like syrup.
Ooh, ooh, ooh. And one more thing.
Your father is an adultering fornicator
who fucked his students.
You get that from him.
See, now you're lying.
- No. - That is not the truth.
Okay? And if it was, you drove him to it.
- No. - [Merritt] You did.
- With your combative warring. - No.
- No, no, no. - Yes. It's you. It's you.
All I have ever tried to do was to keep everybody--
I wanted to push everybody to be as strong as me.
As strong as me.
To be able to face this nightmare
that none of us can wake up from.
All I ever wanted was for you
to be strong so you could be there for me
when I needed you, and you know what?
None of you--
none of you are strong at all.
You are all...
...bathe your-your own fucking weakness
about everything.
You will never be able to survive
th-- this-this new utter world cruelty,
the new rules of behavior.
None of it. Not a goddamn thing.
[Ed] That is enough.
You remember those AA meetings I took you to?
[laughs] That was the worst
first fucking date
I have ever been on in my life.
- How could I forget it? - That wasn't a date,
it was a nudge. A nudge in the right direction.
An act of kindness.
And I see you don't do well with kindness.
So it's nothing but tough love from us now. Get the fuck up.
Where we going?
- To a motel? - [Ed] No.
We're going to rehab.
No.
You don't tell me what the fuck to do.
I'm a grown woman.
Okay?
You-you-- you-you-you--
You gonna sit here
and deny that-that you flirted with me?
That you came on to me?
The baddest bitch of all time.
Hmm?
So-so-- so-so I made it up,
so "Oh, everything is all in Lois's head."
I didn't.
Tell you something.
One thing...
you cannot do, pretty white boy,
is gaslight a Black woman.
We know too fucking much.
What you looking at?
Shit.
Fuck this.
♪ ♪
So you've thought about it. You've reached this decision?
Yes.
I mean...
...it's time to face the facts.
He's-he's only being kept alive by your machinery.
May I ask why you've changed your mind, Lois?
And have you discussed this with your daughter?
Has she had a chance to say goodbye?
I believe I am the medical proxy.
Am I not? I am.
And as it turns out, my husband...
[scoffs]
...has betrayed me almost constantly.
His mistress even works here.
She comes in and whispers sweet nothings in his ear.
So, that makes this decision easier for you?
- Well, I-- - [knocking]
Excuse me, sir.
May I ask what is transpiring here?
I was tipped off that this deranged alcoholic was here
taking up precious moments of your time,
- which I cannot allow. - Bitch, you got a pen?
Write this down,
take a memo.
I am in a meeting with your fucking boss,
and I am taking my husband off life support.
Yes, it is happening.
I never gave up my legal right
despite your many manipulations,
which, quite frankly, I have outsmarted.
I am large and in motherfucking charge.
And I'm running this show.
Sir, this is an outrage.
- You simply cannot allow-- - Shut your mouth!
Jesus, I...
I have the floor.
So, Doc, it's hardly murder, right?
Me, I know murder.
I'm the lead homicide detective in this town.
But it's what you wanted. You wanted
to "free up his bed,"
You didn't know she said that, didn't you?
Uh, when you disconnect the tubes, is it painful?
No, he's given meds. He'll just, uh, slip away.
Stop breathing. It's...
- peaceful. - [Lois] Hmm.
What a shame.
What do they say-- "No justice, no peace"?
All you need for peace and justice is...
...to unplug somebody.
Do you have a priest or...
Yeah. He's Jewish.
Part. Not a believer.
He like pork chops, pussy
and lobster in cream sauce.
[short chuckle] Only time the man ever fasted
was for a colonoscopy.
All right.
Thank you, Doc.
And thank you
for your attention and your care.
We're done here.
♪ ♪
[machine whirring]
[monitor beeping steadily]
Mm, this is rich.
They sent you to unplug him?
What? If you got something to say,
say it. Speak. It's okay.
I-I don't...
I just wanted to ask, um,
- how you were doing, Lois. - Mm.
I'm relieved.
Is that crazy?
You?
Well, um, uh, two days ago,
you held a gun to my head.
[laughs]
And now you-- you're asking me
to-to... t-to end his life.
Why fight anymore?
You were the one he was in love with.
That is the only grace I can offer you.
Wish I could do more.
I'm sad for you.
And I for you.
- [sobbing] - Mm. Mm-mm-mm.
Lighten up, Redd.
I'm-a give this man the ritual he would have appreciated:
his favorite poet and whiskey.
It'll be a party.
- Have some candy. - [sniffles]
[Lois] "Because I could not stop for Death,
"He kindly stopped for me,
"A Carriage held but just Ourselves
"And Immortality.
"We slowly drove--
"He knew no haste--
"And I had put away
"My labor and my leisure, too,
For His Civility."
Hey.
How long is this gonna take?
Lois, it's a process.
[Lois] Oh.
Okay. [clears throat]
"We passed the School, where Children played,
"Their lessons scarcely done,
"We passed the Fields of Grazing Grains,
We passed the Setting Sun."
That part is good.
"We paused before a House that seemed
"A Swelling of the Ground,
"The Roof was scarcely visible...
...The Cornice but a mound..."
Mmm.
[Lois] "Since then-- 'tis Centuries-- but each
"Feels shorter than the Day
"When I first surmised
"the Horses' Heads
Were toward Eternity."
- [monitor flatlining] - [book slaps shut]
Well.
All right.
Who's ready for a toast?
Hmm? Doc?
To my late husband.
A sensitive man,
lover of poetry,
liar and cheat.
R.I.P.
He is forgiven. See, kids?
It's that easy. I forgive you, pal.
[thumps table]
♪ ♪
- [thunder rumbling] - [indistinct radio chatter]
[siren wailing]
[indistinct chatter]
Seriously, Cal? Fuck is that?
- The good shit. - Uh-uh.
Stuff y'all smoking these days is way too strong for me.
I got to keep my head on a swivel.
Put it out or take a walk. There's cameras.
[Calvin] You look different.
Kind of got this, like, glow going on.
Did you get it in last night or something?
[Lois] Or something.
I unplugged my husband
and got the best sleep of my life.
[thunder rumbles in distance]
♪ ♪
- [monitor beeping] - [air hissing]
♪ ♪
What is this?
A rehearsal space. An art studio.
Artist of fucking death.
♪ ♪
[thunder crashes]
[Cranburn] Lois.
I have the governor.
She wants to congratulate you
and thank you for solving the case.
If I solved the case, Jack,
I would still be at home in bed right now.
[old priest] It's about finding a new story
with the right texture.
But also with long-term potential.
Now, there was a spate of violent rapes in Saskatchewan
back in the 90's that were never solved.
Fathers, do you remember when I originally pitched my idea
for this column?
It was a study
of good and evil in the world.
Readership of The Catholic Guardian right now
is up over 5,000%.
Your reporting of these crimes has made the national news.
[nun hocks]
[clears throat]
It's gone what I believe they call viral.
People are coming back to the church.
All over the country.
So, all of this was a blessing?
- [phone chimes] - [typing]
Could Christ not have thwarted
those who aimed to crucify him?
Performed a miracle, say, escaped the cross?
Yet he knew.
The gruesome act of his crucifixion
would let humanity see God.
And so he allowed it to happen.
[nun hocks]
- Are you comparing-- - [bishop] Not at all.
Father Charlie was a disturbed man.
Evil.
Yet he too knew
that the crux of faith
is terror.
[phone dings]
People want to believe, they want God,
and thus, there is an appetite
for the grotesque.
- [nun clears throat] - [old priest] We simply ask
that you serve the meal that satiates the hunger.
I take over as editor and publisher.
I get three new writers-- my hires--
and final approval of everything published.
Autonomy.
You guys just hand me the keys.
[Lois] I want to go back and take a look and see
- if there's anything I missed. - [Cranburn] Yes. Of course, Lo.
- You know? - Yeah. I just got some paperwork
for you to fill out over here. [mutters]
Yeah.
[applause]
What is this?
[Cranburn] They just wanted a little toast.
[Lois] You don't get balloons for solving a case like this,
It-It's inappropriate.
Just give 'em a little something, okay?
Thank you.
Um...
Here's to a quintuple homicide
not happening today, but,
then again, it's only noon, so...
[attendees chuckling]
[indistinct chatter]
Can I have a word?
[Lois] Yeah.
I was thinking about retiring after this case.
But now, I mean, I want to go back, look at all my old cases,
see if there's anything I missed.
Lois.
I'm not asking you to retire.
I'm not asking.
I won't resign.
Fire me. I dare you.
It isn't my call. And they will.
They're cutting 65% of the force.
They flew me to St. Paul last week for a presentation.
Presentation on what?
Emerging technologies in policing.
Bonkers stuff.
What are you talking about?
Artificial intelligence, autonomous cruisers,
a whole network of cameras with a centralized brain
that analyzes the footage,
those fucking animated robot police dog things.
No, no. No, no, no.
I solved this case--
I solved all my cases
because I have an actual brain.
And a heart.
Just like a perp.
Nothing understands a human like another human.
Well, they disagree.
It's a full pension.
Plus an additional severance thing.
It's very generous.
It's a full salary for life.
$146,000 a year for life.
Plus... Marshall's pension.
Life insurance.
You can do all the things you always dreamed of.
It is what it is.
The world is changing.
Wake up, Lois.
Wake up.
♪ ♪
[door closes]
["How Can You Mend a Broken Heart?" by Al Green playing]
Lois, my access, thanks to you,
gave us traction.
We got so many new readers.
New people coming to church.
And then this twist: our own editor
actually being the one committing the crimes.
I mean, it's blown that initial bump out of the water.
Sunday mass: standing room only.
And I know, many of them are lookie-loos, but still.
- God works in mysterious ways. - I mean,
here are people who have come to listen and to witness.
As far as why they've come...
Who are you to judge?
Think I'm more concerned with my own role.
What I do for these souls in need once they're there.
You know, I am surprised at the quickness
and ease of your recovery.
It's almost
like the fiend that shot you
had a plan.
A purpose, you know?
Draw blood,
but avoid an artery that could lead to catastrophe.
In hindsight, when I think about it,
it's kind of a theatrical act,
your... your being shot.
Kind of showy.
And you know what I was gonna ask you, Sister?
I was gonna ask you, um,
your editor, your priest, our grotesquerie--
was he into arsenal cosplay?
I mean, I'm asking you because...
...y'all seemed so close.
♪♪ Tell me, how ♪
♪♪ Can you stop ♪
♪♪ That old sun ♪
♪♪ From shining? ♪
Babe, how many drinks have you had?
Sit down, hand Mama the car keys.
You're drunk.
You must be if you're accusing me of--
[coughing]
Let me make myself clear.
Even two drinks in, in this moment,
I'm still sober as a nun.
♪♪ Ever win? ♪
♪♪ Somebody please ♪
♪♪ Help... ♪
Louboutins? Interesting choice.
Guilty. An impulse buy.
- Between us, they're murder. - Mm.
You know the history of the red soles?
Prostitutes in New York City worked the Meatpacking District,
and it was said you could tell a sinner
by the blood on the bottom of their shoes.
So let me ask you, you said that you were concerned
about your role amongst the parishioners.
What about your perceived role?
I think any serious person can see that my reporting
is what led to this apprehension.
No. That was me,
with a bullet to the chest.
But let's test your theory.
Let's-let's kick the ball down the field.
Maybe you are innocent.
♪♪ No one, no one... ♪
Maybe.
I just think
we all know a lot more than we're willing to admit.
I mean, is anyone really innocent
of anything anymore?
2014 might be the last time
I believe anyone was innocent of anything.
♪♪ And mine is... ♪
The world wasn't on fire, no COVID,
the election hadn't cracked us in half,
the web was still a toy.
♪♪ Tell me... ♪
But now, we're like...
...cavemen...
...standing, staring into the horizon,
and we... we see an erect, hairless man
coming towards us.
And we know...
...it's over.
We know, don't we?
But what else can we do...
...except pretend not to know?
♪ ♪
Lois.
You okay?
No, Sister, I'm not.
You know, I thought
it was interesting--
charming, even--
your involvement in this case.
I mean, you...
...were always in the know.
Always a step ahead.
Getting to crime scenes first, sometimes.
Dedicated.
Always so...
full of theories.
And that murder wall of yours
in your office--
where you had
photocopied real books and-and drawings?
I said to myself,
"This woman is like me.
"She's a... she's a dinosaur.
"She actually went
to the library."
[laughs]
It made me like you.
[short chuckle]
You know, we'd found books
with those same images
in Father Charlie's house.
You know, we'd always said, from the beginning,
that whoever did this...
...had to have experience
- with-with death and killing. - [faucet running]
But...
...he didn't actually have that, did he?
Mm.
Hmm. I mean, he could wield a carving knife,
but in order to pull this off,
he would need an accomplice.
He would need help.
And what he needed, he got.
A twisted sister.
Yes, this-this-this...
this theorizing, this-this--
There's something to this, let's--
let's follow this thread, okay?
And let's just say-- Uh, and I believe
that a very handsome Father Charlie
was a true lady-killer.
In every possible way.
And then...
you showed up,
this whimsical hybrid
of Manson girl Squeaky Fromme
and a Disney sidekick cartoon character.
And, Christ on a cracker...
...you wanted to lay down.
The sexual tension between you two was unbearable.
- Shut up. - But you couldn't.
You couldn't
because you took a vow,
and you're married to the Lord or some shit.
So, the bond...
...the kink, the endless planning...
[scoffs softly]
...the viciousness of these murders...
...in an effort to get people back
to your fading church-- asses to masses--
was the only consummation you could get.
Holy shit, Sister.
I think I just cracked the case.
Blasphemy!
[speaking in tongues]
[screams]
[both grunting]
♪♪ Help me mend my heart ♪
♪♪ My broken ♪
- ♪♪ Heart ♪ - ♪♪ My broken heart ♪
- ♪♪ Just want to, I just want to ♪ - ♪♪ And let me live ♪
- ♪♪ I just want to, I just want to ♪ - ♪♪ Again ♪
♪♪ I just want to ♪
♪♪ Live again, baby ♪
♪♪ How can you mend, oh, yeah ♪
♪♪ This broken man... ♪
- [shouts] - [grunts]
♪♪ Somebody tell me ♪
♪♪ How can a loser ♪
♪♪ Ever win? ♪
[Megan screams]
Fucking crazy bitch!
♪♪ Help me mend my... ♪
- No! - Get off of me!
♪♪ This old broken heart... ♪
- [Lois grunting] - [Megan shrieking, grunting]
♪♪ I think I ♪
♪♪ I believe I... ♪
Lois!
- Stop it! - Fucking crazy bitch!
Aah!
[groans, screams]
♪♪ You mend... ♪
[screaming]
[groaning]
♪♪ How can you stop the rain... ♪
[grunts]
♪♪ From falling down? ♪
[groaning]
♪♪ I know my clothes ♪
♪♪ Are all wet, tell me ♪
- ♪♪ Help me ♪ - ♪♪ How can you ♪
- ♪♪ Mend my ♪ - ♪♪ Mend my ♪
- ♪♪ My broken heart ♪ - ♪♪ Please help me mend ♪
♪♪ My broken heart ♪
- ♪♪ I think I ♪ - ♪♪ And let me live... ♪
[Megan screams]
Come here!
♪♪ I just want to live... ♪
[shrieks]
[Lois grunts, groans]
- [Megan screaming] - [stabbing continuing]
[Eddie] There is no future after this,
no coming back.
I don't think I deserve it at this point.
Oh, you don't think? [short chuckle]
[Marshall] But divorce? Really?
I thought the therapy was going so well. I...
Infidelity is something that a lot of couples
are dealing with... these days.
It's not gonna be easy but, you know, we'll push through.
Oh, the cheating I can handle. I would love a hall pass.
My new lab assistant-- I would suck him clean off tomorrow.
Then...
...what is this about?
- I didn't grow up with a family. - [chuckles]
Not like yours.
I grew up in the foster system--
He's never gonna get to the point.
It's the Rolodex of excuses that's coming right now.
You know, his trauma, his drinking,
his shame.
You know, the fact that he's a minimum-wage earning alcoholic
who works at Cinnabon in the mall,
married to a woman who has two doctorate degrees,
- And I'm proud. - who's literally-- shut the fuck up--
who's literally curing cancer.
You've asked me why I married him.
You've asked me several times,
and I'm ashamed to say
it was because he can fuck me good.
- Merritt. - [Merritt] That's the goddamn truth.
It's okay. It's fair.
- I don't mean to make excuses. - [sighs]
You can't imagine what it meant to me
when I met Merritt and she introduced me to your family.
Everyone made me feel so a part of everything.
You have to know how grateful I am for that.
- [sighs] - How I'm still grateful.
To you, for being here.
Oh, I'm not here for you at all,
you sick, poor fuck.
[laughs]
Lois.
It was something...
like I'd never experienced before in my life.
- A mother. - Dad.
He has been fucking Mom
for the last two years.
I'm sorry I even brought somebody like this home.
[Eddie] I just wish you would be understanding.
[Merritt] You know what I wish?
I wish you didn't have a fucking mullet.
[fading, echoing] I wish you got up off your ass.
I wish you didn't work at Cinnabon.
- It's fucking embarrassing. - [Eddie mutters]
[Merritt] With your fucking onion rings.
Who the fuck orders onion rings?
You're a grown fucking man.
How?!
["One" by Harry Nilsson playing]
♪♪ One is the loneliest number ♪
♪♪ That you'll ever do ♪
♪♪ Two can be as bad ♪
♪♪ As one, it's the loneliest... ♪
[Marshall] Hey, y'all. You good?
♪♪ Number one... ♪
[monitor beeping steadily]
- One, two, three, up. - ♪♪ No is the saddest ♪
- ♪♪ Experience you'll ever know ♪ - And...
[indistinct conversation]
♪♪ Yes ♪
♪♪ It's the saddest experience ♪
♪♪ You'll ever know ♪
♪♪ Because one is the loneliest number ♪
♪♪ That you'll ever do ♪
♪♪ One is the loneliest number ♪
♪♪ That you'll ever know... ♪
You okay, Mr. Tryon?
I know.
♪♪ It's just no good anymore... ♪
I put the peonies out that you brought.
They look nice.
♪♪ Now I spend my time ♪
♪♪ Just making rhymes ♪
♪♪ Of yesterday ♪
♪♪ Because one is the loneliest number ♪
♪♪ That you'll ever do ♪
♪♪ One is the loneliest number ♪
♪♪ That you'll ever know. ♪
[monitor beeping steadily]
♪ ♪
You know, the doctor's been saying
you're not in there anymore.
But I always said, "No, she's there.
I can feel her." [chuckles]
It's like a live wire
running between us, buzzing,
and I can feel there's someone on the other end.
It makes me...
do things, this wire.
Brings me here day after day,
makes me massage your feet,
rub Vaseline under your armpits, between your legs.
Makes me...
hold your hand.
Makes me hope.
But that's not right, is it?
It's in my head, huh?
'Cause any love we had between us
died the day you wrapped your legs
around your son-in-law.
I hope to God
that the doctor's wrong,
that there's a ember somewhere in there
still burning.
I hope...
...it can hear me
and feel fear.
Because it's time to go.
["One" by Harry Nilsson resumes playing]
♪♪ 'Cause one is the loneliest number ♪
♪♪ That you'll ever do ♪
Marshall. Please.
♪♪ One is the loneliest... ♪
- How can I help you? - [sighs]
It's time. I know it's time.
♪♪ One is the loneliest... ♪
These are very difficult decisions.
We're here to support you.
We, uh, have resources
if you want to talk with someone.
Do something about the body.
Donate it to science, take pictures of her liver
for AA pamphlets, whate-whatever. [laughs]
Do whatever you want. I... I'm not gonna take her.
Have you spoken with the rest of the family about their wishes?
Can we do this tomorrow, 10:00 a.m.?
♪♪ One... ♪
If it's what you want.
I am... curious, Mr. Tryon,
how you arrived at this decision.
♪♪ One... ♪
Haven't you been saying for weeks that it's time?
Not a decision we want to make on the basis
of very temporary emotions.
I would encourage you to sit with this choice
before we proceed.
Thank you, John. It's very kind of you.
I'm out.
♪♪ One is the loneliest number... ♪
[monitor beeping steadily]
This is it.
Good night.
[woman over P.A.] Paging Dr. Mayhew.
Dr. Mayhew...
["Stop (When You Do What You Do)" by Linda & The Funky Boys]
♪♪ Hey, baby ♪
♪♪ I remember now the night we met ♪
♪♪ You treated me so sweetly ♪
♪♪ Now, don't you go away and leave me flat... ♪
So, wait.
How long have we been doing this-- six years?
Big man on campus,
freshman girls bouncing in and out of your office.
- It's not the same thing. - Oh, so, what--
cheating's only okay when you do it? [chuckles]
The difference is
you-- they-- are not my daughter-in-law.
Oh, so that's what you're mad about--
the principle of the thing?
It's sick. He's family. It's-it's incest.
They're not actually related.
You men are something else.
Would you turn that thing off while I'm here?
I have over 600 people watching this.
My mic is off. Relax.
I don't go full Hustler magazine, babe.
Since the club closed, this is my office.
You're the one who barged in without calling.
Technically, it is my apartment,
in that I-I am paying for it.
Let's set aside the hypocrisy
of you being mad about cheating.
Lois deserves to die?
And what about your offenses, hmm?
Remember when you took me up to Agate Creek...
...for Valentine's Day?
No explanation to her.
Who knows what she might have had planned?
Just up and disappeared for two days.
She didn't notice I was gone.
All that talk about calling her
and breaking it off
and never going home again.
Lie after lie.
You know people in comas are affected
by stuff around them?
You probably really messed her up,
going in there with all that shit just now.
♪♪ Gotta have your sweetness. ♪
- [music stops] - Wh...
- Where you going? - I can't be around you.
Well, what am I supposed to do?
I don't know.
It's your apartment.
[door closes]
[indistinct radio chatter]
[knocks]
Chief. Can I sit?
Did you know that for every domestic abuse case we resolve,
another gets escalated to murder?
One and one.
- Then I'll be quick. Two things. - Yeah.
First thing, the family-- Andrea's-- they're suing.
Us.
On what grounds?
Andrea called six times reporting domestic abuse.
Lois was the lead. They are alleging
that she was too hands-off, that she could have done more
to extricate Andrea from the situation,
lock up the boyfriend.
If she had, Andrea would still be alive.
The department wants to settle.
No. Lois did what she was legally able to do.
She gave her information and resources.
Andrea never pressed charges.
She never filed a restraining order.
I know. Doesn't hold water.
If Lois were here, she wouldn't roll over and take this.
Well, then it's good you're the chief and she's not.
And that's the second thing.
I spoke to an administrator at the hospital.
It's time.
Marshall realized.
♪ ♪
I want to be there.
Yeah.
[door opens, closes]
[man] Most people-- doctors included--
think that the worst thing that can happen in a hospital
is the death of a patient.
They see death itself as...
unethical. Excuse me.
But I disagree. I think that
when a patient is truly suffering--
and here we have freedom from pain--
to withhold that treatment is unethical.
Sorry, Mommy.
I've...
done everything to...
be who you wanted me to be.
You know?
Every therapist has told me to let it go. [laughs]
To...
This, um,
striving to meet your expectations.
But I don't care.
Everything that I ever do will be for your love.
My research, all of it.
♪ ♪
What the hell's going on here? Why-why is she getting a bath?
She ain't going on a fucking date. Where-where this going?
- Sir, it's what we do here. - Look-- No, out, out, out!
No. No. This is private.
- Just want to pay my respects. - You didn't respect Lois.
You were after her fucking job.
And your reports-- over and over for years--
any minuscule infraction.
She loathed you.
She may have had her issues with me, Marshall,
but that doesn't mean I didn't admire her.
Please. I just want to say goodbye. And thank you.
[door opens]
N-- Somebody get this man-- You-- N-- No, no, out.
Someone stop this man. What-- No.
Get the fuck out of here!
- What are you doing here? - I know, Marshall.
- Get the fuck out of here! - I have to see her.
- No! - I'm not going until I see Lois.
You ain't seeing her. Get the fuck out of here!
- Dad. - Security! - [Eddie] Please.
Security!
Stupid fuck.
- Let's go. Let's do it. - Daddy.
You're really not gonna let them say goodbye?
No.
Okay. I know what you're feeling, okay?
- Mm. - I'm feeling it, too.
Mm-hmm.
Just let them come in, say goodbye and go.
Okay?
Look, I'm hurting
and I'm angry as hell, okay?
[Marshall] Mm-hmm.
But it's not just about us.
- Who the hell is it about then? - Okay?
Her. Mommy.
No, it's not.
This is it. It's time.
- [Merritt] This is not happening right now. - No, no.
- We're not gonna do this right now. - No, no, don't listen to her.
I have power of attorney. Keep going.
Do not touch her, okay?
Unless you want to be litigated for negligent homicide.
You hear me? Do you understand that?
Back... the fuck up.
Thank you.
Let them in. Now.
I said no. I say. I decide.
Pull the fucking plug. Pull it now.
Let her die the way she lived--
with everyone and everything around her in fucking turmoil
- and fucking chaos and dysfunction! - Are you serious?
- Fuck! - Ho-- Wait. Ho-- Wait a minute.
Now, you wait a minute.
If-if this is what you want to do...
...you lose her today...
and me.
And... me.
I'm-a go play her favorite song,
because that's what I want to do, all right?
I'm gonna go play her song.
- ["Stars" by Nina Simone plays] - [Merritt cries softly]
♪♪ Stars, they come and go ♪
♪♪ They come fast, they come slow ♪
♪♪ They go like the last light of the sun ♪
♪♪ All in a blaze ♪
♪♪ And all you see is glory... ♪
[Charlie] You know, I...
I see death merely
as a tool.
It's freedom from pain.
It's the sweet emancipation...
...of the soul.
♪♪ People lust for fame ♪
♪♪ Like athletes in a game ♪
♪♪ They break their collarbones... ♪
You know, I see death merely as a tool.
- [Lois groans] - Freedom from pain.
- Sweet emancipation of the soul. - [Lois yelling]
[Lois grunts, whimpers]
[Megan laughs]
- [yelling] - [clattering]
[both grunting]
♪♪ They live their lives ♪
♪♪ In sad cafés and music halls... ♪
- [Megan grunting] - Fucking crazy bitch!
- [Lois grunting] - [clattering]
[Megan grunting]
- [grunts] - [groans]
[grunting]
[yelling]
♪♪ Before the world ♪
♪♪ Has done its dirty job ♪
♪♪ And later on someone will say... ♪
[guttural grunting]
♪♪ "Now you must make way"... ♪
[Megan whimpers, pants]
[Megan whimpers]
[panting]
♪♪ You never saw the eyes ♪
♪♪ Of young men at 25 ♪
♪♪ Who followed as you walked ♪
♪♪ And asked for autographs ♪
- ♪♪ Or kissed you ♪ - [grunts]
♪♪ On the cheek ♪
♪♪ And you never really could ♪
♪♪ Believe they really loved you... ♪
[Merritt] I love you.
[panting]
♪♪ Some make it ♪
♪♪ When they're old... ♪
I forgive you, Mommy.
♪♪ Perhaps they have a soul ♪
- Just go, Mom. - ♪♪ They aren't afraid to bare... ♪
It's okay.
♪♪ Or perhaps there's nothing there ♪
♪♪ But anyway, that isn't ♪
♪♪ What I meant to say ♪
♪♪ I meant to tell a story... ♪
- [Merritt] Mommy. - [groans] - [grunts]
♪♪ From day to day ♪
♪♪ Stars, they come and go ♪
- [groaning] - ♪♪ They come fast, they come slow ♪
♪♪ They go like the last light of the sun ♪
♪♪ All in a blaze ♪
♪♪ And you always ♪
- ♪♪ All you see is glory... ♪ - Wh--
- What's happening? - I don't know. I'm-I'm--
I'm trying to get it figured out right now.
[Merritt] What the hell is going on?
[Charlie] I think that she might be experiencing
a little bit of drift right now.
♪♪ I come up singing ♪
♪♪ For you ♪
♪♪ Even though I'm ♪
♪♪ Down. ♪
- Is she breathing? Is she breathing right now? - Her heart rate is taking longer
- to slow down than it should. - [Marshall] What do you need to do?
[Merritt] Is she breathing?
[groans, pants]
[Megan] No. No, no.
No, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Learn how to walk in heels, you fucking cunt.
Babe.
[gasps]
[monitor beeping steadily]
Captioned by Media Access Group at WGBH access.wgbh.org