Mr. Mercedes (2017) s01e06 Episode Script

People in the Rain

1 Previously on "Mr.
Mercedes" When this art center opens, there will be more Supreme Electronix stores.
And those stores will need managers.
Corporate's coming in next week and they want to meet a candidate.
- Are you up for this? - I think I am.
She said you called the press.
The whole town hated her after that.
- Get him out of here! - Please.
- Get him out! - Please.
Go.
You helped him kill her, too! [Dog whines] Aw, yeah.
I got you a treat.
[Indistinct conversation] - [Tires squealing] - Shit.
Fuck! Fuck! After all, a man needs a quest in life.
Like, after I'm gone, I mean, what would you do, besides Mommy? [Distorted] Shut your fucking mouth! [Laughs] - Mom, please! - [Gasps] [Spits] [Sobbing] [T-Bone Burnett's "It's Not Too Late" plays] The wind turns like a dagger The rain falls like a hammer The sky has grown dark But it's not too late The weather crashes down What's lost cannot be found The night is closing But it's not too late It's not too late It's not too late The atmosphere is lethal But I will fear no evil [Birds chirping] You're in here somewhere, little man, and I will find you.
[Computer whirring] [Sighs] [Keyboard clacking] [Mouse clicking] Hmm.
[Slapshot's "Might Makes Right" plays on stereo] You can take your ideas and throw them out the door 'Cause I don't give a shit who they're fuckin' for We like our ideas, and we put them in your head - And if you don't like it - [Device beeps] You're gonna wind up dead It's me, let's be That's right, let's fight Might makes right Might makes right It's me, let's be That's right, let's fight Might makes right - Darkness.
- Might makes right You can take your ideas Throw them out the door 'Cause we don't give a shit who they're fuckin' for We like our ideas, and we put them in your head And if you don't like it, you're gonna wind up dead It's me, let's be That's right, let's fight Might makes right - [Music stops] - [Cellphone chimes] [Door creaks] [Whistles] [Horn honks] [Car door closes, engine starts] You take note of every day? Not every day.
You should.
You needed to be heard last night, but you got petulance instead.
I was so concerned with my bruised dignity, I acted undignified myself.
You're the most dignified human being I've ever met.
And yet it's still not enough.
Mom.
[Sighs] Mom.
Mom, I need your help a sec.
You can fall right back asleep.
- [Knock on door] - Mom.
I need your help with a tie.
It's me, let's be That's right, let's fight - Might makes right - Mom? Might makes right It's me, let's be That's right, let's fight Might makes right Might makes right You can take your ideas, throw them out the door 'Cause we don't give a shit who they're fuckin' for We like our ideas, and we put them in your head And if you don't like it, you're gonna wind up dead It's me, let's be - [Music stops] - Fuck.
[Car alarm blaring in distance] [Vehicle passes] [Ringing] But when they're handing out the heartaches You know you got to have you some Playing with the queen of hearts Knowing it ain't really smart The joker ain't the only fool Who'll do anything for you Laying out another lie - Thinking 'bout a life of crime - [Lighter clicks] 'Cause that's what I'd have to do, ooh To keep me away from you Moonlight You are a heartache in disguise So won't you keep this heart from breaking If it's only for a very short time Playing with the queen of hearts [Music stops] [Brakes screech] [Air brake hisses] [Bus engine revs] - [Cellphone clicks] - [Cellphone keyboard clicks] [Ringing] Hi.
Uh, this this is Deb.
Leave a message.
- [Beep] - Mom, call me.
[Brakes screech] [Engine shuts off] [Indistinct chatter] [Horn honks] [Siren wails in distance] Kenneth Brock? Uh-huh.
I'm Bill Hodges.
I'm a private investigator.
Yeah.
I'm investigating a series of car break-ins happened about two and a half years ago.
You're the first person, to the best of my knowledge, filed a police report.
Some prick moved my car, okay, twice.
First time, I was parked over there.
Next time, I was parked there.
Found the car a block over both times.
Why you asking about it now? Client with money and too much time on her hands wants me to get him.
[Sniffs] Nice gig.
Yeah.
Exciting, right? In my experience, early victims of serial crimes often know the perpetrator.
You got enemies who might have done this? My enemies would have keyed the damn car or thrown a brick through the window.
Ah.
[Sighs] How about this street? Anyone you know kind of, you know, odd? Dude three houses down beats his dogs.
Lady across the street's a drunk.
Mrs.
Cooper fakes her disability.
A guy I'm not gonna name sells crystal, and Donnie Snyder's got enough garbage in his yard, the rats come out in broad day light.
You know? This guy who beats his dog? He was in Iraq both times my car got moved.
[Cellphone ringing] All right.
Thanks for your time.
They fucking repo'd the thing, anyway, man.
[Ringing continues] Hey.
Janey: My mother's had a stroke.
I'm on my way.
So, this is the deal.
They'll bump me to the big store in Waynesville.
Six months later, I'll be promoted to D.
M.
But you got to bring game to this meeting, Brady.
They got to believe in your ability to take over and fill my shoes.
Are you on it? - Oh, I'm on it.
- All right.
My dad used to tie my ties.
That knot is called a Plattsburgh.
It's one of the few knots you can tie in reverse.
You know, inside out.
[Brakes screech] [Engine shuts off] [Exhales sharply] Okay.
Okay.
- [Zipper closes] - [Keys clack] [Doorbell jingles] - [Hair dryer whirring] - [Indistinct chatter] [Laughter] [Vehicle passes] Deb? Deborah Ann Hartsfield.
Chaz Chapman.
- Hey.
- Hey, yourself.
You look terrific.
So do you.
Nah.
Come on.
I've put on a couple pounds.
You know.
[Chuckles] Who hasn't? Well, you! [Laughs] My God, you look exactly the same.
Aww.
So what brings you here? Oh, thinking about getting your old job back, huh? Well, that would be great 'cause then we'd be neighbors again.
You're still bartending at Four Leaf? Oh, no, no, no.
I bought the place.
Yeah, me and Bub Minton and Eddie Chinetti.
- Oh.
- Yeah.
We're making a go of it when we can keep from drinking the inventory.
[Laughs] Well, that's great.
Um, look, I should get in there so You know, um, Jaime comes in usually every night.
I could I could mention you're getting back in the game.
- Really? - Yeah.
That would be That would be great.
- That's how the best things happen.
- [Chuckles] Right.
Look, I was just going to grab a bite.
You hungry? Come on.
You You can go in after, all right? Come on.
I am hungry.
[Chuckles] Come on.
- Okay.
- Great.
- Oh! God, you look fantastic.
- [Laughs] [Car alarm chirps] - Your chariot.
- [Laughs] [Indistinct chatter] My sister had a stroke.
My sister.
A stroke.
That's why we're here, Aunt Charlotte.
Strokes don't run in our family.
Hold out your hand.
Hospitals are filthy places.
Perfect for them if we get sick while we're here.
More money in their pocket.
Racket.
[Indistinct announcement over P.
A.
system] I think that policeman caused this.
- What? - He was questioning her.
That wouldn't cause a stroke.
- Are you a stroke expert? - He He didn't cause a stroke.
Why would you invite him here? He's a friend.
Oh, that's what they call it these days? My pen ran out.
I'm in the middle of something, so ask your father for his pen.
He doesn't have a black rollerball.
He's using a blue ballpoint.
And you know that I can't possibly switch pens in the middle of a journal entry, especially not to a blue ballpoint.
[Indistinct chatter] I'm still pissed at you.
- Is that for me? - Mm-hmm.
Just so you know, everybody's a little bit on edge.
That's a nice word for it.
Well, it's a crisis.
They'd be on edge if it was a good day.
Aunt Charlotte, this is my friend, Bill Hodges.
- Pleasure to meet you, Charlotte.
- Likewise.
Uncle Art.
- Art Gibney.
- Bill Hodges.
How are you? Holly.
My fingers are hurting, and I'd really like to uncover my ears.
Holly, you're at a seven, and you need to bring it down to a five.
May I please have my pen now? Not when you use that tone.
Charlotte.
Someone needs to work on their emotional-regulation skills.
I'm gonna go check on her.
I'd prefer you not indulge her.
Mrs.
Patterson? Dr.
Wells.
- I can go and check on her.
- Okay.
I'm Charlotte Gibney.
I'm Elizabeth's sister.
Dr.
Wells: I have some updates on your mother's condition.
[Siren wails in distance] [Indistinct conversations] - How y'all doing? - Good.
- Shoot.
- Sorry.
I didn't mean to scare you.
Please don't tell my mom I was smoking.
I-I used to be a smoker, but I'm not anymore because I quit.
I get it.
I was a smoker for years myself.
Years and years.
Pack a day.
- Okay.
- Actually if it's just between us, you think maybe I could bum one? S-Sure.
You mind if I sit? Thanks.
[Lighter clicks] Thanks.
Oh, I've missed these.
Oh.
I wonder why people who are about to be born but aren't born yet and people who are about to die but aren't dead yet all go to the same place to do what they're about to do when death is the opposite of birth.
Hmm.
Is it because both things make people cry so much? Which would explain why I don't like hospitals because I really don't like it when people cry.
W-When my best friend got killed, I didn't even go to her funeral because of all the crying people.
And because I wouldn't have been able to sit next to her.
You all right? Can I do anything? Mnh.
Before my cousin Ollie got killed, sh-she was the only person that I really talked to because she was my best friend, but she always sat across from me when we talked, never to my right or left.
And I have been looking at you to the left of me because I know how important eye contact is in social situations.
But now, the the right side of my neck feels much longer than the left side of my neck, and my left side feels left out, so I'm gonna have to turn my head and look the other way for while.
Okay.
[Siren wails in distance] We can still keep talking, though.
I mean, I can hear you like this.
Getting sort of tired sitting in the same place, anyway.
You mind if I ask you a question? Unfortunately, there's just no way I can answer that without knowing what your question is.
Fair enough.
Your cousin Olivia, why did you say she was killed? I do mind that question, yes.
Are you upset with me? Not at all.
- Man: You're so big.
- [Chuckles] [Indistinct chatter] [Telephone rings] [Door closes] Who picked her up? Uh, that's the bad news.
Boo Bear Durkin pulled her over.
Fuck.
Well, at least she's in our yard this time.
And he booked her.
She'll be processed.
She was clocked doing 68 on Seaver Street.
She blew a 0.
18.
[Sighs] Don't know about you, but I'm getting a bit hungry.
You think maybe we could go and get a sandwich for everybody? I know a really great place not far from here.
Do I have to ask my mom? Nah.
If she gets upset, I'll take the blame.
Okay.
Woman: Ooh.
Is that creamed corn down there? [Indistinct chatter] Sorry we're late.
Traffic.
Josh.
- Good to see you.
- Hey.
Hi, Jake.
This is my man, Brady Hartsfield.
- Jacob.
- Jacob.
Jacob.
- How are you? - Hey.
Josh.
Good to meet you.
We're on a hard stop for this lunch, so let's dive in.
Josh: So far, we understand your swim lane is computer repair.
But why don't you open the kimono for us, go beyond your vertical? Don't boil the ocean or anything, but, yeah, let's talk that.
Well, what would you say your core management philosophy is? [Sighs] My core management philosophy? You have one, right? Oh, I have one.
Yes.
[Breathes deeply] It's all about responsibility.
How so? Tell them.
[Grunts] People have forgotten there's an expectation on how they're supposed to behave.
There are rules.
There's an understanding.
What's that understanding, Brady? [Sighs] That [Blood dripping] [Suspenseful music plays] That's, um [Grunts] [Knife clatters] [Gagging] [Siren wailing] - [Moans] - [Body thuds] [Breathing heavily] That if we pay them and we train them and we clean up their messes, - they have to perform.
- Jacob: Perform? Look.
A manager's I think a manager's job is to manage how employees under him best represent the company's objective.
Can you drill down on that? Brady: Yeah.
Um, there's just been enough.
- Enough what? - Enough.
Like, not doing right by the company's standard, and I've just It's I'm just [Exhales sharply] I've had enough.
Some frickin' order needs to be restored.
Yep.
I'm just gonna use the men's.
Okay? Of course.
He sometimes gets low blood sugar and, uh [Lock clicks] - Fuck.
- Brady? - Brady Hartsfield.
- Brady: Yup.
Brady, come on.
Yes.
Coming.
What did you do out there? What do you mean? Nobody had a clue what you were fucking talking about! - They left! - Could you not ple I don't like the word "fuck.
" Could you not? Fuck, okay? Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck! You fuckity fuckity fuckface! You fucked yourself, and you fucked me because if they can't replace me, they can't promote me! - Bummer.
- Bum [Dryer whirring loudly] Fuck! [Breathing heavily] [Whirring stops] [Sighs] My mother's missing.
What? She left the house and she won't answer her phone and now she's gone.
And ever since my brother died, she hasn't been all there, you know? - You had a brother who died? - Yeah.
When we were kids, he, um [Breathes shakily] choked on an apple and fell down stairs.
Oh, my God.
So she started drinking, and she didn't stop.
She took the car.
I had to take the bus.
I should have called in sick, but I couldn't today of all days.
And now she's out there, and she shouldn't be.
- Okay.
Brady, chill.
- [Sobbing] All right? Hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
I knew about your mother and the booze, sure.
But I-I didn't know you had a brother.
Hey.
Look.
My mother bailed when I was 2.
Never knew her.
My old man, he's I see him every weekend.
I don't know what I'd do if something happened to him.
He's my everything.
Oh, God.
Brady.
You shouldn't have come in today.
[Sighs] All right.
Let's We'll find another candidate.
But you need to find your mom.
I'm afraid of what else you could fuck up today if you don't.
Yeah.
[Sniffles] I, um I don't have a car.
Oh, shit.
I'll drop you at the store.
Take a Brain Buds van.
Make sure there's no equipment in it anyone can steal, and don't ever tell anyone I let you do this.
Thank you so much.
You owe me big time.
Big time.
Dry your eyes.
[Dryer whirring loudly] - Any more snow.
- I'll have to shovel it.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
I'll have another one, thank you.
Sure.
You still fine with water? I am.
[Rock music plays on stereo] So you still seeing that, uh, that guy who sells motorcycle parts? Ronnie Ames? [Laughs] That was a thousand years ago.
[Laughs] You You still married to Carol? What? Oh.
Oh, no, no.
No, I pulled the plug on that.
- No, I got remarried.
- Oh.
Doreen Ploof.
Remember Doreen Ploof? - Doreen, yeah.
- Yeah, works at Hutchins? Yeah.
Wait.
Wasn't her daughter in that No.
Sister.
It was her sister.
Oh, her sister.
Oh, thank God.
I-I mean, not thank God, you know, but - Oh, it's - You know what I mean.
I know what you mean.
It's okay.
It's just It's losing anybody to that sick Maniac.
Piece of shit maniac.
It's bad enough But you never get over losing a child.
Doreen certainly had a hard time - getting over her sister.
- Mm.
Well, maybe if they'd have caught the guy - How could they not? - Yeah.
He was driving around that big Mercedes.
It's covered with blood and stuff all over it.
- And just drives away, right? - Yeah.
Tears the heart out of this town and then just drives away.
You know, no one cares.
That's why they didn't catch him.
I mean, who are we to anybody, right? Just people they fly over.
Hey.
[Glass feelings] I get feelings.
I mean, not visions, but, like, prophecy feelings, you know? And I've been getting this really strong feeling lately that he's gonna be caught.
And I don't just feel it, I know it, so tell Doreen they'll catch him soon.
[Sniffs] Mmm! These smell delish! Get in there, then.
- Now? While we're driving? - Yeah.
But I can't.
What if I spill? We've got napkins.
- Go for it.
Come on.
- [Chuckles] Okay.
[Chuckles] [Wrapper rustles] Uh Mmm! - Good, huh? - Mm.
Mm-hmm.
It was the voices.
That That killed Ollie.
I don't mind telling you now.
I tried so hard to hear them, but Ollie said that they knew that I was listening, and so they'd whisper.
Yeah.
They whispered a lot, but sometimes, they'd also scream.
I'm not crazy.
I don't think you're crazy at all.
And I know that the voices were real because Ollie didn't make things up.
I mean, she didn't know how.
I mean, that's why she had to take pills.
She said that most people can pretend that things are better than they really are, and that's why they're happy.
But because she didn't know how to pretend, she needed pills to do the pretending for her.
And she still wasn't happy, but at least she wasn't sad.
Yeah.
Yeah, but then she stopped taking them 'cause she said that the voices kept telling her she was living a lie, taking the pills that helped her pretend.
Thanks.
She say anything else you can remember? It really helps.
Helps with what? Catching whoever pushed her to kill herself.
That's the problem.
That's the problem.
- [Laughs] - That's why we had a problem.
[Both laugh] - Oh, you're crazy.
- Oh, it's not so bad.
You know, I was remembering this morning how we used to go to Gunner's Quarry back in the day.
Oh, yeah.
You were going with Heather Myers.
I was with Norm.
- Yeah.
Well, of course you were.
- Of course.
[Both chuckle] Hey, can you do me a favor and grab that bag behind me? Oh, sure.
Here.
No, no, no.
Unzip it.
- They had that old tire swing.
- Yes.
I just need the bottle.
The rest is uh is for later.
You want some of this? - [Zipper closes] - No thank you, Chaz.
I-I don't drink anymore.
[Chuckles] Since when? Oh, months.
A-Almost a year now.
[Exhales] Sure you don't want it? I'm flattered.
[Tires screech] [Engine shuts off] Oh, it was good seeing you again, Deb.
- [Car alarm chirps] - You, too.
You ever fall off the wagon, just stop by.
You'll put that word in with Jaime, right? I was just being polite.
You burned a woman doing a dye job because you were shit-faced.
The woman sued.
Jaime almost lost the shop.
But I'm sober now.
Good for you, Deb.
[Keys clack] [Sniffles] [Sighs] [Punk rock plays on radio] Fuck! [Tires squeal] Rubber in my knees, and I don't know why I'm sick in the head, she's in my bed How can I live when I'm three-quarters dead? Living too fast and wild and out of control Too much violence, sex and drugs and rock 'n' roll And if you look in my eyes Baby, you know I play what's cold Yeah, 'cause I wanna die I wanna die before I get old - Fuck.
- Whoo Sick of spending every day broke Fuck! Don't you know that living is a POS joke? Only way to live is be a total shame [Music stops] [Doorbell chimes] Hi, sir.
Uh, have you seen, uh, this woman today? Yes.
Yes.
She was in earlier.
Uh-huh.
- Yeah? - Bought a bottle of water.
- Water? - Yes.
- This woman? - Yes, sir.
There was only one woman in today.
I'm sure I'd know.
[Chuckles] I guess you would.
[Sighs] Can I, uh, see a bottle of vodka? - Absolutely.
Yes sir.
- Oh, no, no.
The premium.
Yes, sir.
Cash or charge? - [Bottle thuds] - Cash.
[Reagan Youth's "Happy?" plays] [Brakes screech] Nervous twitching, anxious bitching Is something disturbing you? Nervous laughter, what you after? Ha, ha, the joke's on you! Are you really happy? Are you happy? - [Tires squeal] - Pompous bragging, neurotic [Brakes screech] [Seatbelt clicks] [Siren wails in distance] [Engine shuts off] [Car door closes] I'm sorry.
[Sniffles] You know what it is? It's [Sniffles] It's not that she died.
It's that She was old.
She She was old.
It's that she lived [Sobs] her last months in a home, and I was too busy to come and help take care You were married and living in California.
I know.
She was alone.
You were with her.
She must have been terrified.
[Sniffles] Oh, hi.
I'm sorry your mom died.
Thanks.
She's an odd duck.
Yeah, but I like her.
[Sighs] [Horn honks] [Horn honks] [Door opens] [Door closes] Oh, hey.
Hi.
They lent me a work vehicle to get home.
That's nice.
Shows trust.
- You took the car.
- It's my car.
Been a while since you drove it, Ma.
- I didn't forget how.
- Right.
You could've told me.
I was running late for my big interview, didn't factor a bus into my commute time.
You're right.
I-I should have given you some warning.
No, no.
It's all right.
I should have realized something was up when I saw you ditched all your vodka.
A lot of bottles.
[Scoffs, sniffs] [Sighs] You know, it, um It can be dangerous quitting cold turkey.
People have seizures.
[Cup thuds] So, you drove into town.
[Chuckles] It looks I-I wouldn't say good, but better, you know? I-I went by the Edmunds plant.
Have you seen what they're doing with that place? Mm-hmm.
Where else did you go? I went by the salon.
- No way.
- Way.
Did they give you back your job? - They're not hiring right now.
- Oh.
Oh, I-I ran into Chaz Chapman.
He says hi.
Good ol' Chaz.
Did he fuck you? You weren't born mean.
I'm sorry.
That was shitty.
I was just so worried, Mom.
You know, you haven't driven in a couple of years, and you've been drunk since then.
You know, I was so worried.
I called the hospitals.
I was tearing my hair out.
[Voice breaking] I borrowed a work van.
- I drove round and round.
- No, honey boy.
I kept picturing the car crashed into a tree.
Your face a-a-all smashed - I'm okay.
- blood all over it.
I'm okay.
I'm okay.
[Chair scrapes] I can't lose you.
I don't love anyone else.
No one else loves me.
I just have you.
And I have you.
I mean, you have You know, you have the town and the salon.
They're not hiring.
Yeah, but they'll make an exception.
Oh, Brady.
The salon is never gonna hire me back.
[Lighter clicks] [Sighs] So, I guess you're stuck with me.
Yeah? Yeah.
So [Keys clack] you won't be needing these to drive into town again, then.
Nah.
Why would I need to do that? Don't move.
I got you a present.
[Insects chirping] [Pen clacks] [Sighs] [Sighs] [Marker squeaks] Closer and closer, motherfucker.
[Sighs] [Hurried footsteps approaching] How is she? Alive.
Sobering up, hopefully.
Can't freaking believe she'd do this again.
She was booked.
For what? DUI.
Possession of a controlled substance.
Failure to comply.
Oh, there needs to be a wrath of God response.
I mean, she needs to understand how dire this has gotten.
She was booked.
She's in holding.
She's going to be processed.
[Water pouring] Whoa.
Wh [Sighs] You need to put the brakes on that.
I can't.
It's not my collar.
Well, then talk to the arresting officer.
- He's gone home.
- Call him! And be in his infinite debt? This guy likes to own people.
Then be owned.
[Sighs] She is a good girl who just made some poor decisions.
Yeah, last year, to celebrate her 18th birthday, she OD'd.
- I - This is her third DUI! She's robbed from you, she's robbed from me, she's robbed from your sister, she's robbed from everybody who tries to help her.
All right.
Look, look, look.
I agree.
I agree something needs to be done, but not this! - What's gonna change? - No.
No! - What's gonna change? - No! She contracts HIV? Runs somebody over? [Cup clatters] We get called to I.
D.
her in the fucking morgue?! I'm trying to save her life! I don't know how else to do it! [Buzzer] I asked for Mom.
I'm here, honey.
I'm here.
Miss Hodges, please stand up.
Um Stand up, please.
Who is this? Officer Benedento will escort you to processing.
- What the fuck is this? - There, you will change into a county uniform, as is mandatory.
Um, fuck no! Mom! You will then be transported to the county jail to await arraignment.
Mom, what the fuck is this? I'm not gonna ask again.
Whatever.
[Scoffs] - I need to remove this hair clip.
- Ow.
- Hey, don't! Don't! - Mrs.
Hodges, we had this discussion.
You cannot touch her.
[Bracelet clacks] Okay, so clearly, this was a cry for help, and, like, obviously, you guys heard it, so Please face me, and open your mouth.
Oh, stop this.
Stop.
- [Flashlight clicks] - Nose ring.
Um Okay, can we just I have a sickness.
I-I didn't choose this.
I don't I don't want to be this way.
And you know jail isn't gonna just, like, magically heal me.
It's I'm not gonna go in and come out fixed.
I have to I have to get clean.
And, you know, I could I could paint again.
You know I just sold a painting last month? You know, it it's the one that you like, Daddy.
You know the one? The people are in the rain, and you said that they look sad.
I've asked Officer Benedento to leave your wrists uncuffed, but it's entirely up to her discretion how long they stay that way.
Benedento: This way.
Love you, Mom.
I love you.
[Sobs] Close your eyes.
[Door closes] Ta-da! It's top shelf.
I figured you might want a drink.
Why? Wean you off the stuff.
So you don't have a seizure and end up talking like someone hit you in the head with shovel.
You have two tonight, one tomorrow [Cork pops] and you're off the stuff.
[Bottle thuds] [Dog barks in distance] [Ringing] Hey.
It's Allie.
I'm not here right now, - so leave a message.
Thanks.
- [Sighs] [Beep] Hey.
It's Dad.
It's been a while since I heard from you.
Figured today of all days I'd, um, try again.
Been thinking about you a lot.
I miss you.
Anyway, uh, look, um, happy birthday, honey.
I love you.
[Cellphone thuds] [Sighs] Hold.
Step down.
Step down.
Don't cry.
Please, don't cry.
[Sniffles] Step down.
Wait for her.
Step down.
Step down.
[Sighs, sniffles] [Computer whirring] [Sighs] [Inhales deeply] [Vodka sloshes] [Exhales] We're urban savages No one can manage us We're gonna hit the street We're urban savages No one can manage us We gotta rock the street Locked inside your city like I'm locked inside your cage Capitalist corruption is oozing off my brain Put locks on your cities, put locks on your stores Gonna burn your city down right on the floor Locked inside a city like a bird locked in a cage Capitalist corruption turning into rage Put locks on your cities and locks on your floor Gonna burn your city down, and I'm no fool We're urban savages No one can manage us We gotta rock the street Locked inside your city like I'm locked inside your cage Capitalist corruption is oozing off my brain Put locks on your cities, put locks on your stores Gonna burn your city down right on the floor Locked inside a city like a bird locked in a cage Capitalist corruption turning into rage Put locks on your cities and locks on your floor Gonna burn your city down, and I'm no fool Trapped inside a system like a bird locked in a cage Better lock up your system better lock up your door Gonna burn your city down onto the floor Escape