All language subtitles for Terriers - 01x12 - Quid Pro Quo

Previously, on Terriers:

I do appreciate you sitting
for this interview, Mr. Zeitlin.

You deny there's a landgrab going
on in Old Town Ocean Beach?

Just keep walking.
They're coming.

Who? Who are you?

I've been working one
side of this thing, you've been

working the other, and I think it's a whole
lot bigger than either of us suspected.

Your conversation from
today, picture and sound.

If you go after Laura, this
disk becomes very, very public.

Tonight is karaoke night.

Baby, you should totally go.

Hey, Katie!
Are you gonna join us?

Two Long Islands.

- What did you do?
- I got drunk.

- Who was it?
- My professor.

Why did you do it?!

I don't know.
I don't know!

I never want to see you again.

Who is this guy?

I don't know.

Hey, you go to
school with Katie Nichols?

Yeah.

The kid you pummeled...
She didn't sleep with him.

- How do you know?
- Because Katey told me.

She didn't want to lose you
cause she loves you

so I told her not to tell you.

You told her not to...
You told her what?

You should've just listened
to me and walk away.

Walk away right now,
walk away from me.

Walk away!

Okay, so this is
what we know so far.

Six months ago, a coalition of
anonymous investors calling

themselves the Montague Development Group
procured 2,000 contiguous acres of

state-controlled
waterfront real estate.

- While this is going on...
- A shell corporation

calling itself the Terra Nuestra
Investment Group was buying up

the slums of Old Town Ocean
Beach, using eminent domain

decrees to oust longtime residents.

So the common denominator between both
these landgrabs is one Ben Zeitlin.

Chief counsel for the
Montague Group and shadow

counsel, we can prove,
for the Terra Nuestra.

Zeitlin, we believe, is
attempting to merge these two

properties by appropriating
the interlaying territory.

- Our own hometown.
- Mm, speak for yourself.

I hail from Minnesota originally.

Why'd you move out here?

Clearly, you've never
spent a winter in Minnesota.

Clearly.
So, what do you think?

I need three things
to sell this story.

One, how does Zeitlin plan to
gobble up all of Ocean Beach?

Two, who's he doing it for?

Three, what the hell does that somebody
want with 3,000 acres of contaminated land?

Sure you don't want a sandwich?

I got some pita bread.

No, my source contacted me to meet.
I can't be late.

I can come with,
in case there's trouble.

Source is nervous
enough as it is.

Better not to add a complete
stranger to the mix.

Hey, your partner get out of jail?

I'm gonna let him
cool his heels a bit.

I'll bail him out after lunch.

You two lead interesting lives.

So our governesses say.

Hey.

Be careful.

I always am.

You're not being
as careful as you think you are.

- What the hell?
- I followed you.

- Why?
- Just to make sure no one else did.

By the way, getting off and on
the freeway twice wasn't quite

as effective an evasive
technique as you might have

thought, even if you weren't
really meeting your source.

Have you ever met him?

We communicate solely online,
and if I need a document, I come here.

What's today's hot tip?

New development in
Ocean Beach that Zeitlin's

involved in called Playa Verde.

Let me guess: it's being set
up to fail, just like the Montague.

Can you trust this guy's information?

Since all the info's coming
from inside Zeitlin's office, yeah.

Besides, it's a woman.

- How do you know?
- I just do.

Oh.

What?

These are the names of investors
and developers of Playa Verde.

One of the names might interest you.

Yeah?

The lead architect
of Playa Verde?

Jason Adler.

He's your ex-wife's new
husband, isn't he?

Yeah, it was awesome.

Lord Littlebrook pretty
much killed Little Beaver.

I've been watching midget
wrestling for years.

I've never seen two munchkins
go at it like that.

Dude... they can't give you
a cream or something for that?

Creams don't work, man.

Hey, do me a favor.

Take a look and tell me what
the inflammation is doing.

Pollack.

Comb your hair.
Your lawyer's here.

Hi.

Who the hell are you?

Where's Maggie?

Mr. Pollack, we've
never met.

Yet I feel like we know each other.
Ben Zeitlin.

Your partner has mentioned me, no doubt.

Yeah, how you doing?

I'm surprised Mr. Dolworth
hasn't bailed you out already.

Well, it gives us an opportunity to talk.

You're free to go, if you like.

I paid your bail and...

and hoped it would buy me 5 minutes
of your time.

Good.

You gotten yourself in a bit
of a trouble, Mr. Pollack.

The charges against you
are serious.

I think that I can help you.

If you're interested.

The Playa Verde is designed
to be both wind- and solar-powered.

Your ex's new dude is a real eco-nut.

Yeah, his Prius runs on tofu.

Are you two on speaking terms?

Not exactly.

You gonna be okay if I leave you here?

Yeah, I'll just find
a Starbucks or something.

I'm kidding.

I'll be fine.

Freddy.

Hey, Freddy, you got the money?

- You got the thing?
- Yeah.

You know what I miss?
Small talk.

You know, it greases the
wheels of human interaction.

Nobody does that anymore.

Know what I miss?

The Mesozoic era.

I'm in kind of a hurry.

There's $20,000 in
bearer bonds in there.

I'll take 15 in cash.

What, are they
hot or something?

Or something.

Man, I'll give you 5.

Done.

Pleasure doing business with you.

So how are the wife and kids?

Weather hot enough for you?

Think the Padres will
catch the Dodgers?

Oh, man, too late now.
Get out.

Later, Fred.

Our third date and this
is the second time you're

bringing me to a police station.

You are going to take me to
dinner sometime, aren't you?

Well, there's a vending
machine right there.

Britt, you're out.

What tipped you off... No bars?

- That's great.
- I'm glad you think so.

Look, I'm sorry I'm late.

I had to scrape together some cash.

Did Maggie spring you?

Zeitlin bailed me out.
How you doing?

- What happened in there?
- Can we just go?

I want to take a 90-minute shower.

A man like Zeitlin
doesn't do favors for free.

- Who does?
- What did he want?

He wanted that disk you
threatened him with... the

one of him threatening her,
the one that doesn't exist.

You didn't tell
him that, did you?

Of course not, dude,
because I look out for you.

I look out for you, too.

Really, like when, like not telling
me that my girl was cheating on me?

Or not telling me who she's banging?

Dude, I beat up the wrong guy.

Yeah, beating up the right
guy would have made it fine?

Here, here's your bail money.

Had to hit the street and cash
some of those bearer bonds out.

What kind of shitty rate did you get?
50 cents for a dollar?

Uh-uh.

Mm.

Okay.

Thanks, dear.

So which do you want first?

Bad news or the other bad news?

That was my friend at the DA's office.

They're coming at you with both barrels.
That means aggravated battery.

That means 3 years in the pen
if they hit the jackpot.

But, but I got in a bar fight.

No, this was no bar fight.

A bar fight is two drunk guys
getting in a slap fest over a waitress.

You laid and wait, Britt.

You assaulted a student
in front of 8 witnesses.

You sent that kid to the emergency room.

If it was my choice,
I'd be prosecuting this case.

My advice to you is cop the plea,

take the deal and beg for mercy.

But I don't think it will do any good.

What's the other bad news?

Apparently someone powerful's
got the DA's ear and...

has you in their crosshairs.

Any idea who that might be?

Zeitlin bailed him out.

Okay, what did you guys
do to him this time?

Zeitlin threatened me and...

they threatened him back.

And we have something that he wants.

Except we don't really have it.

I'm totally douched here, aren't I?

Maybe not as much as I thought.

I have a friend who I recently
learned may hate Zeitlin's guts

as much as you guys do.

Either of you know Sam Albrecht?

City councilman
since the Stone Ages?

Never met him but sure.

Head down to his office.

I'll call and prep him.

Maybe there's an angle to
play in this thing after all.

You know, if we can
prove a connection between

Zeitlin and this Playa Verde
development, I bet we can get an

injunction on him, freeze
up his operation entirely.

The man's
responsible for a murder.

Wouldn't that just screw up his day?

Well, it's a way to shine
a light on his whole practice.

Find out what he's planning.

You got to go at these guys
with what you can get.

Like Al Capone and tax evasion.

Maybe Councilman Albrecht will let us look
at some redistricting plans from the city.

I bet Zeitlin's fingerprints
are all over them.

I thought we were going to
Councilman Albrecht to save my ass.

- We are.
- Of course.

Where'd you get all
this information from anyway?

Laura has an inside
source, an informant.

- Who?
- I can't tell you.

Whoo!
Did you guys hear that?

Tell you what, I was 51 last September and
I still got a stream like a 17-year-old.

You know why?

Saw palmetto berry and I
ejaculate twice a day.

Sometimes alone, sometimes not.

You should heed my advice because
you're getting up there.

So, friends, what can I do for you?

I'm Laura Ross.

Okay, we gotta stop
because, see, you don't need

to introduce yourself
to me, Miss Ross.

I read your blog every
morning on my Kindle.

Now that piece you did about the sushi
restaurant serving the whale meat?

That made me throw up. Kudos.

Thanks.

- Councilman Albrecht...
- Okay, we gotta stop again.

I'm Sam, I'm gonna call you
Laura, this is Hank

and this is Britt.
And don't you look like shit.

By the way, did you shower
when you got out of jail?

I used a Readiwipe after breakfast.
That count?

No.

So... Maggie Lefferts filled me
in on your case, and I'd like to

say that I'm sympathetic to your
plight, but I think I'm more

sympathetic to the kid whose
face that you redesigned.

I'm not really sure why I should pull
any strings in your case at all.

But still, Maggie asked me to see you.
I've seen you.

Did Maggie mention
the other thing?

Ben Zeitlin?
Yeah, she mentioned him.

I have to say that white-shoed
son of a bitch is the enemy of

everything this town stands for:

freedom, independence, iconoclasm.

Hence, he's my enemy.

Now, if he's your enemy, I
think, according to the old

math, that's supposed
to make me your friend.

Have you read my blogs about Ben
Zeitlin and the Terra Nuestra landgrab?

I have.
It's very thought-provoking.

What if I was to tell you
that Zeitlin, or someone he

represents, is planning to buy up
all of Ocean Beach lot by lot?

Britt, could you
shut the door for me, please?

You know what?

I'm not gonna bullshit you guys.

This little hamlet has been my
fiefdom for the last 15 years,

and I'll be damned if I'm gonna
let some downtown dickweed just

roll in here and snatch
it away from me.

Five years ago, I kept Starbucks
out, a year ago, Wal-Mart.

This is our town and we like
it the way it is: lousy.

So mark my words, we're gonna
keep Zeitlin out, too.

He covers his tracks very well.

So far, I haven't been able to
legally connect him to any of

these acquisitions
except for the Montague.

You let me do
some digging on my own.

Now, I can't promise anything.

What if we bring you proof?

Real proof or more innuendo?

A smoking gun; a whistle-blower.

You bring me something
substantial like that

and I'll do everything I can here
for your friend's assault charge.

Well, here we are.

I guess it don't matter what you wear.

It's just gonna be me and you.

Come on, dude,
that usually busts you up.

Tell it to her, man.

So is he gonna be ok?

I'd say 75-25 but I'm not
sure in which direction.

- Built something like this once.
- What happened to it?

My hand slipped putting
the nine of diamonds on top.

The whole thing came tumbling down.

I wonder if Jason knows his building
has the same fate in store for it.

Can we trust him?

Two weeks ago I would have said,
probably no way, but I gotta admit now I

think he's a straight shooter.

Wow.

Color me impressed.
This is terrific.

- What are you doing here, Hank?
- Snacking sensibly.

Look, I know you never wanted
to see me again...

I thought Gretchen
made it pretty clear: neither of us do.

I wouldn't bother you
if this wasn't important.

Please, just...
leave us alone.

Your project is
being set up to fail.

And you're being set up
to take the blame for it.

Sorry, I have a tendency to be blunt.

We need to talk to you.

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

This is the number of
our property agent.

If you'd like a tour someday,
please call her.

Until then, this is private property
and you need to excuse yourselves.

Did you not hear
a thing she said?

I can have security
escort you out if you'd like.

No, no, we're fine.

Hey.

I think we may have just found
our first friendly witness.

Pretend like we're old friends.

Give me a hug.

Thank you for coming.

- Nice spot.
- Uh! Isn't it?

Five years ago it was
just dust and rubble.

Took a lot of money and a lot of
sacrifice to get it where it is.

I think it's worth it.

Did you bring the item I asked for?

It doesn't exist.

It was a bluff.

Hank never recorded a thing.

I don't know how to prove
it to you, but it's true.

Okay.
Now I know.

Does your partner know that I
came to visit you this morning?

- Yeah.
- Does he know why?

Oh, but he doesn't know you're here.

I'm not from here, you know?

Not like Hank is.

So I don't give a shit
what you're doing.

If you want to take something and turn it
into something else, I'm fine with it.

But I do care about him.

And I don't necessarily want to
see something bad happen to that

reporter lady either.

So if you can promise me that you won't
do anything against them...

I can. I do.

Then I'd like your help
keeping me out of prison.

And I'd like to do
something to earn it.

Well, do you know the name of
Miss Ross's source in my office?

Not a clue.
They're keeping it from me.

Well, then I guess we'll just have to
find something else for you to do, won't we?

So what do they
want with all this land?

World's largest paintball arena.

Your eco-development
seems to be the next piece of

the puzzle, so we were hoping
that you would have an idea.

I'm just the architect.

It's your baby.

Mixed-use development powered entirely
by solar and wind technology.

Could revitalize the
entire neighborhood.

Or take it down if it fails.

This is my dream project.

Gretchen and I talked
about raising kids there.

The Playa Verde group,
how did they become involved?

They came in as our
financing was drying up.

And, I mean, at first,
they were a godsend.

And then?

You ever feel like you've
signed a deal with the devil?

Still got the ink
stains on my fingers.

The contract stipulates that if
I don't finish phase one of the build

within six months, Playa Verde takes
full control of the property.

Let me guess, someone's making it
difficult for you to meet your deadline.

Workplace accidents,
stolen materials,

nothing went right since
they came onboard.

Playa Verde sent a security
consultant to keep an eye out.

I mean, it feels more like
he's keeping an eye on me.

40-ish, graying
hair, favors tan suits?

- His name's Burke.
- We know him well.

You ever have any contact with
his boss, Benjamin Zeitlin?

I don't recognize him.

One thing that might help:

when Playa Verde came on board,
they asked me to install

anemometers; wind-measurement devices.

Seemed strange, but I played ball.

Well, the whole place
is supposed to run on wind.

What's so funky about that?

The volume of detailed
data they're collecting about

wind speed and direction
is unnecessary.

And they were very particular about
the placement of these devices.

They even had their own plans.

But as I'm reviewing them, I noticed a
blueprint seemed out of place, okay?

Looks like the same boundaries
as my property, but this is

clearly one page out of
a larger set of plans.

So how do we get
a full set of plans?

Well, we can start with
the person who designed them:

"V. White & Associates."

Come on.

Be nice!

Are you having trouble?

This machine
doesn't like old bills.

Or it doesn't like me, which is nuts because
I've never been anything but nice to it.

Well, I might have some quarters.

- Really?
- Let me check.

Yeah.

- Oh, man.
- Mm-hmm.

You are a lifesaver.
Thank you.

Enjoy your spin cycle.

That's a light load.

Yeah, I'm trying
something new today.

I usually put this off to the
last possible minute, and

I end up having to wear a suit
cause it's the only clean thing I got.

I'm that way with gas.

I wait until I'm running on
fumes before I fill up.

Not so much with laundry though.

Laundry kind of relaxes me.

You know, I'm like
that with washing the car.

That's-that's where I
do all my big thinking.

Oh, yeah?

Now we got our many likes and
dislikes out of the way, I'm Britt.

- I'm Ashley.
- Ashley, nice to meet you.

Yeah.
So, do you live around here?

- Yeah, Hancock and Riley.
- I'm Hancock and Elm.

What?
We're practically neighbors.

I'm surprised I've never
run into you before.

Well, I work crazy hours.

I-I don't know why I
keep an apartment.

I might as well just
have a cot in my office.

Well, what is
today, like a snow day?

Just a casual day, but...
no rest for the weary.

What do you do?

Uh, I'm a student.
Vet school.

Oh, that must be
nice, working with animals.

Yeah, it's awesome.
How about you?

Um, promise
that you won't judge?

I... cross my heart.

I am a corporate lawyer.

Downtown?

Yeah, I work, um, at a firm
called Zeitlin and Associates.

You heard of it?

No.

How did it work?

Chance meeting at a Starbuck's...

or did you dress up in a uniform,
pretended to be the gas man?

Laundromat.
I got change for a dollar.

She your type?

She seems like a nice enough girl,
very committed to her job.

That remains to be seen.

Did you discover anything?

She like fabric softener,
irons her own shirts,

- Ringo's her favorite Beatle.
- Attitude, Mr. Pollack.

We were at the Laundromat. She
didn't voluntarily shared out state secrets.

You sure you're up to this task?

Got reservations at this new Italian
place in Hillcrest.

San Diego Magazine calls it the best
restaurant you never heard of.

I order an appetizer,
a nice bottle of Pinot Noir...

I'll grill her before the entrée
can sober her up.

I'll keep the bill * under a 100 dollars.

I don't want you to think I'm taking
advantage down on you anyway.

As you might imagine
my conversations with Mr. Burke.

don't go quite like this,

Ok, so...

I have paper-clipped the readings and
the exotics test is on Thursday.

Thanks.

I was wondering if you'd come by.

Yeah. I'm so sorry.

I heard you got hurt, but I
didn't know it was so bad.

Wha-what happened?

You don't know?

The, uh, police report is right there.

Britt Pollack.

That's your boyfriend, right?

Yeah.

Uh, not... no, not anymore.

I guess he thought you
were stepping out with me.

That's me... all the penalty,
none of the payoff.

Gavin, I...
I'm so sorry.

I... I'm so sorry.

Well, it's a good
thing you broke up with him.

'Cause he's going away for awhile.

Donations from V. White.

Section B7.

Shelf 4.

Excuse me.

What's up?

Oh, it's fine.

Zeitlin *** on me

I gotta work fast, he knows
the disk was a bluff.

- What's he have you doing?
- Shh.

Tracking a chick named Ashley.
Works in his office.

I think she's a tough candidate
to be Laura's source. Is she?

I don't know. It's all on the DL.

Anonymous emails, etcetera.

Laura doesn't even have a name.

Dude, my brain is about to shit itself.

- I don't know what's going on.
- Look, just try to warn her...

without warning her.

Oh, how the hell...

Hello? Hank!

Hank!

Ass-hole.

I think this is our missing page.

Plans for an airport.

Pu-San, South Korea.
It's a dead end.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Jason...

Is this a coast line?

Yeah, east coast of Korea I guess.

Do either of you have a...

a map of Ocean Beach handy?

Yeah, I keep one
in my back pocket.

Just a sec.

Am I crazy? Look.

That's not the east coast of Korea.

That's the west coast of California.

This is... this is Ocean Beach.

They want to pave over Ocean
Beach and put in an airport.

- Hi.
- You ready?

I'm running a little behind.
You want to come in?

Sure.

I don't know whether
I'm coming or going.

This week has been beyond crazy.

Have you spent a lot
of time in a law firm?

Now and then, yeah.

They make it seem so
calm and efficient out front,

but behind closed doors,
it's a three-ring circus.

Well, I can tell you're different.
No false fronts.

Um, great.

We haven't even been out yet,
and you've already seen my panties.

- Twice.
- Very nice.

So, do you
want a glass of wine?

- Yeah, sure.
- Okay.

Hey.

Hey.
So what are you working on?

Um, real estate deals,
corporate acquisitions.

Half the time, we don't even
know what we're buying.

It's all top secret and
everybody's walking on eggshells.

My boss says that our clients
are either the type of people

who would kill to see their names in the
paper or kill to keep them out of it.

And he only likes to work
for the second type.

So, cheers.

What are you smiling at?

No.
I bet you're a good lawyer.

Well, I hope so.

Otherwise I'm giving up any chance
for a personal life for nothing.

I do still have enough fun in me
to talk to a man in a Laundromat.

But a year or two from now, who knows.

Well, and enough moxie to invite
a relative stranger into your home.

Well, you don't really look
like you're in any shape to hurt me.

You sure about that?

What was her name?

Doesn't matter.

She cheated on me.

And people I trust didn't tell me.

I'm sorry.

Listen, um...

I don't want to hurt you, and
it's important that I'm honest

about this, but the truth is, I don't
know any place to eat around here.

And I have
nothing in the house.

Well, we tried.

Thanks, guys.

All right, I'll see you next week.

Oh, seriously, can't this at
least wait until I've had my

steak au poivre at Max's?

No, it can't.

That son of a...
This is is incredible.

But it makes sense.

It makes all
the sense in the world.

The San Diego Airport sits in
the worst possible location.

Every mayor since Charlie Dail
has tried to have it moved.

And why not?

Paving over contaminated land
and bohemian slums...

It's a ballot measure made in heaven.

But it's our slum.

It's my slum.

And it's worth saving.

Did you see those yahoos that
just left here a minute ago?

Where else in the world are they
going to listen to a guy like me?

So you'll go to bat for us?

But this...
this is a schematic, Hank.

It's meaningless on its own.

I need a human being.

Someone to stand up and tell me
what it is and what it means.

Do you have one of those?

Yeah.

Maybe.

Is this your source?

Yes, but they'll need guarantees.
Protection.

Can I keep this?

I can use this to start
working my channels.

There's going
to be more, trust me.

I'll tell you what, you
guys better keep your heads down,

because there are going
to be some bullets whizzing by.

Okay.

Do you know what this means, Mr.
Dolworth, if we break this thing?

No. What?

You and I may
finally succeed at something.

So you really don't cook?

I really don't cook.

That's all right,
you do other things well.

Well, I can order out.

We can do Indian or Chinese,
Thai, pizza, in any combination.

I can personally recommend before 7,

the 16, and the 44.

Hey.

I like you.

I like you too.

So listen, do me a favor.

Don't leave any more packages
at the Embarcadero.

That might mean something
to you or it might not, but if it does...

You son of a bitch.

No, I'm just saying, don't
leave any more packages...

You son of a bitch!

He sent you?
He sent you?!

He thinks I'm the office snitch?

- Ashley...
- Get out.

Get out!

Get out now!

Get out or I'm
calling the police!

I'm serious, get out!

- Okay, I'm...
- God! Get out!

Get out!

I'm sorry, I
won't be much longer.

I can...
I can pick up dinner on the way.

Sounds great.

I love you, too.

So how dangerous are these people?

Very.

They threatened her,
killed a friend of mine.

Stakes are high.

A project like this is probably
worth tens of millions of dollars.

Tens of billions.

Listen, if you want
to back out, I understand.

You just got married.

I...
We want to start a family here.

I'm... I'm sticking.

Okay, she said
she'll meet... 8:00 p.m.

Where's it say that?

We have a code.

Yo, open up!

Hey.

Glad you're here.

Hey, listen...
probably gonna see your girl tonight.

No, it's not her.

It's something else, though.

- Yeah?
- She knows about the Embarcadero.

Wait. What?!

Yeah, I tried to warn her.

You told her
where the meet was?

Hey, who the
hell are you, man?!

I don't-I don't remember
signing up to be your bitch!

An associate in Zeitlin's office
knows where my source is heading right now.

Terrific.

You know what?
Let me tell you something, dude.

Hold on, hold on, hold on.
We can do this.

You and I go to the
Embarcadero, scare her away.

You guys stay here and try and
get a message to her; warn her.

Let's go. Come on.

Look, I'm sorry she pisses you off.

She-she's very serious.

She is.

You smell like a girl.

- What?
- Did you...?

Laura.

I got hold of...We changed the meet.

Where to?

Go to Sam's Liquor, corner...

Laura, I can't...
Laura?!

Where's Sam's liquor?

- That way. To the left.
- Okay.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I'm not interrupting
dinner or anything, am I?

No, no, come on in.
I'm just waiting for Jason.

That's Jason's car right there.

Hank! Hank!

Yeah?!

No. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Gretchen.

Laura.

Laura?!

Laura?!

Are you sure you
don't want wine or something?

I have a bottle open.

Uh, this-this is fine.

Oh, that's right.

I-I mean, I-I don't know, but at the
wedding you seemed... Are you...?

Yeah.

Congrats.
How far along?

Yeah, not far.

Are you sure I'm not
crashing or something?

- I feel like it's...
- No, not at all.

Could use your company.

You and Britt must be thrilled.

Yeah, um...
we broke up.

What?

Yeah, a lot happened
during your honeymoon.

Um... Britt...

did something pretty awful

after I did

something awful.

It was mostly my fault.

I'm sorry to hear that.

- I-I thought you two...
- Oh, me, too.

Is there any hope?

I don't know.

It's like there's this Britt
who I love, who

is gentle and funny...

and makes me feel loved
and secure, and...

and sometimes there's
this other person

who I don't even know.

I went through
all of that with Hank.

That's why I
wanted to talk to you.

When did you know for sure
it was over with Hank?

A long time before I left him.

Probably the day I realized he
was drinking during the day.

We were talking about having kids,

which in and of itself
was a nightmare,

and I realized if he's not
gonna shape up for that,

when is he?

But you have to keep in
mind, Britt is not Hank.

Hello?

Yes, this is Miss Seiter.
Who's calling?

Hey, hey, I can't find
her anywhere.

Here's the thing. How did they
know we switched the meet?

- Did they have somebody stalking at the
house? I didn't see anybody. - I don't know.

Pal, look, we got a lot on our hands.
Go away.

There's a woman who
should've been there.

She must've seen something.

Then she should come forward. Look...

This is nothing more than
a hold up gun shop.

People just picked the wrong night
to buy their booze.

Where's Mark? Is he on duty tonight?

Last I've seen, he's been put
on temporary suspension and review

since his partner's arrest.

- What? He didn't do...
- Pa-pa-pa...

We're not going there, okay?

If you've got more to add to this,
you're gonna give it to me.

♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

You guys get an ID
on that female victim yet?

Please, man. This is important.

Melody Ferris, lawyer resident.

Business card in her wallet said
she was a lawyer downtown.

Zeitlin Associates?

Yeah.

Hey, listen.

My guess is Laura saw something
and took off.

- Where to?
- To find someone who will listen.

There have been
a ton of complaints about

pollution at the beach, so I think
that we need to make this a priority.

Councilman Albrecht,
so sorry to interrupt.

Can we talk to you privately, please?

There's an urgent matter
we have to discuss.

- Uh...
- Have you seen Laura Ross?

We thought she might have come here.

Laur... Gentleman, I'm sorry.
I'm in a meeting.

Councilman, there's
three dead bodies in a liquor store

in El Cajon because
of this, maybe a fourth.

Can we please talk to you in private?

Well, guys, I'm sure the local
police are doing everything that they can.

You know what?

If you have a grievance, we have a town hall
meeting the first Thursday of every month.

Oh, no, no, don't just sit
there and pretend

you don't know what
the hell I'm talking about!

- Debbie, call Security.
- Who got to you, huh?

- What?!
- They pay you off?! People are dead!

Hank, no, no, no,
no, that's what they want.

They want us both in jail.
Come on.

He's got our evidence.
Just give us our goddamned evidence back!

- Please? Thank you.
- I'm going. I'm going. I'm going!

All right, Albrecht, you know what?

You're the biggest piece of
white whale shit there is, man!

And when this goes down... and it's
going down... it's taking you with it!

Wow.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How's she doing?
- Not good.

- Hank.
- Gretch.

I'm so sorry.

They said he
was at a liquor store.

It doesn't make any sense.

We have cases of wine
left from our wedding.

Why did he stop there?!

We'll find who did
this, I promise you.

I am so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

You know, it's against my every
instinct as a business to say this....

But you know what you're doing?

Come on.

Rodney, close the gate.

Whatever it is you're planning,
I think it's a shitty idea.

I'm not planning anything.

I just need protection.

How much can $10,000 and
these bearer bonds get me?

A whole lot of protection.

I feel safer already.