Original subtitles

Previously on Terriers...

Hank: I am Hank Dolworth, and this is my partner Britt Pollack.

We're private investigators.

Officer: We got a stiff down at the docks... likely OD.

Hank: Mickey would never in a million years touch that shit.

You killed my friend, so I'm going to destroy you.

Mark: Do you know what Lindus's lawyer alleged in there?

That you and your boy toy just planted that murder weapon in Lindus's house.

We framed a guilty man. Lord's guide shineth upon us.

(Static hissing)

(Indistinct talking over TV)

All the rats in the world, I have to have a cheese snob.

What's the matter?

You don't like cheddar?

Britt: So, what's in the paper?

Hank: Well, George Wallace is still dead.

Britt: Are you sure you don't want anything to eat, man?

Breakfast is one of the top five most important meals of the day.

You all right?

Hank: Why?

Britt: You just got that whole slept-on-a-park-bench look going.

Hank: It's just... I don't know... I got rats or ghosts or rats or something.

Scuttle, scuttle, bang all night long.

Barely got a wink.

Britt: Well, it could be worse, man.

You could have raccoons.

You know what they say about raccoons, right?

Hank: Uh-uh. Britt: Don't you?

Uh, they're not tidy.

(Laughs)

Come on, man!

It's a beautiful day out, and you're acting like somebody just canceled Christmas.

Turn that frown upside down, dude.

Turn it upside down. Take it to Vegas.

Hank: I don't know, Britt.

It's just like the bathwater's out of the tub today or something..

Britt: Sorry but could we get the cheuqe please. And some lithium?

Yes. (Laughs)

Ooh, rich folk incoming.

Posture, everyone.

May I help you, ma'am? Um, yes.

I was wondering if you could point out a man named Henry Dolworth.

I was told I could find him here.

You're looking at him.

Oh.

You're Mr. Dolworth?

Hank: Uh, uh, yeah, and this is my partner, Britt Pollack.

Britt: In a strictly professional sense.

You're detectives, right?

Margaret Levritz' office told me I could find you here.

I need to discuss a matter with you in private.

Britt: This okay?

How can we be of service?

I'm here on behalf of my husband.

He asked that I come find you.

Britt: Oh, he couldn't make it himself?

What, he didn't want to miss his tee time?

He's in jail, awaiting trial for a crime that he didn't commit.

Yeah, he said that you're the only men that can help him.

Hank: That's flattering. Why us?

Because you're the ones who put him there.

Britt: Your husband isn't, by any chance... Robert Lindus.

I'm Josephine Lindus.

He asked that I give this to you... said that you could keep

it as long as you come see him in county.

But it has to be today.

Britt: 600, 700, 800, 900, 1,000.

1,000 bucks?

I wouldn't shit in this dude's mouth for 1,000 bucks.

Hank: Yeah, well, Lindus'?s accounts are frozen, right?

I mean, old Ms. Lindus probably had to sell the ball machine to

scrape up that much.

Britt: So, last time, this guy ponies up $50,000 for our services, right?

I mean, granted, we did plant a murder weapon in his home for

his trouble, but still.

I don't know.

What do you think?

Hank: Normally, I'd say let's give the money to charity and let the douche bag rot.

Britt: But for the first time today, you kind of look like

you're glad you got out of bed.

Hank: I say let's go see him.

(Door closing)

Hey, Britt.

When I woke up this morning, there was a real sweet smell in the air.

And I thought, "maybe it's the old lady next door baking

cinnamon rolls," but it wasn't.

You know what I was smelling?

Britt: What?

Hank: Freedom.

(Britt laughing)

Robert: Thank you for coming.

I presume my wife found you and gave you the...

Yeah yeah she did. But seeing you here, now like this, I would've come for free.

Real lovely lady, your wife.

I mean, what with the video of you bumping uglies with a

19-year-old on every television screen across San Diego.

And she's still out there shilling for you?

It must be true love.

Britt: How's prison, Lindus?

Everything the brochure promised?

Robert: I know what you two did.

I know you planted that gun in my study, set me up for this.

You can deny it all you want. I don't care.

That's not why I want to talk to you.

Hank: Yeah, I know what you did.

You killed my friend, Mickey Gosney.

Robert: I swear to you on the life of my child, I had nothing

to do with that.

Britt: You innocent of Anthony Bianco's murder, too?

Robert: No.

Let's just say, when you framed me for that, you got lucky.

Hank: Maybe you didn't kill Mickey personally.

Maybe you had those two muscle heads do it... hold him

down, pump his body full of drugs, watch him die.

Robert: Those men... the men who attacked you... did not work for me.

Hank: Oh, what did they do?

Just wander onto your construction site?

Robert: They were there watching me.

There are people out there very nervous about me since you put me in here.

Who do you think leaked that sex tape to the media, hmm?

Had my defense attorney recuse himself from the case?

You think I couldn't beat this rap... my word against yours... with my money?

Someone wants me to reside in here the rest of my life, and

that may not be for much longer.

We don't have much time.

Visiting hour's almost over.

Britt: Oh, you hear that?

Jails have restrictions.

That sucks!

Robert: I realize I'm the last person on earth you two

want to stick your necks out for, but you're the only ones I

can trust to help me with this, and I think I can make it worth your while.

Hank: We're not retracting our story.

Robert: I don't want you to.

Wouldn't do any good anyway.

I've done what I've done.

I will live with the consequences, but my wife and my

son are in danger... imminently so... and I need for you to secure their safety.

Hank: In danger from who?

Robert: Talk to my wife.

I've told her everything you need to know.

Please.

I need you to do this.

Not for me, but for my family.

They are innocents in all of this.

Hank: Do what, exactly?

Robert: Steal a quarter of million dollars for me.

"Terriers: S01E04" "Fustercluck" Original Air date 29 September, 2010

Sync & Corrections by jacobian@hdbits.org

? caught a ride with a trickster and a javelin man

? to a town down by the sea steel Neena was a girl

? who would set me free, she said

♪ I lay my soul out down to bleed. ♪

Hank: Pff. Well, let me tell you something, man.

An hour ago, the world was a bleak and pitiless place.

And after a trip to prison... Hmm, all seems right with the universe.

Britt: Seriously, tell me, was that the biggest pile of

horseshit you've ever heard in your life or what?

Hank: It was a sizable pile, yeah.

Britt: It was huge, man!

We frame a guy for a crime he did commit, and then somebody

else comes along and frames him better?

What, Captain Paranoid?

I mean, except about the first part.

So, seriously, what are you thinking?

Hank: I'm thinking what you're thinking, okay?

Quarter million dollars... where's he got it?

Why does he want us to get it?

Britt: Well, obviously, he's trying to set us up for something, man.

I mean, he wants us to renege on our story.

Hank: Uh, we can't.

You don't renege a story.

You, uh... you renege a deal.

You recant a story.

Britt: The point is, is that he's trying to rook us.

Man, the guy is full of shit.

Hank: Yeah, but the dude plays sincere like nobody's business.

I mean, it makes me a little curious.

Hank: I'm not saying he had Mickey Gosney killed.

Maybe he did; maybe he didn't. But he knows who did.

And maybe it's worth finding out just what the hell he was talking about back there.

Britt: How do we do that?

Hank: Find out what the hell he was talking about back there.

Mark: So, why would you even want to know about that?

Hank: Well, we're material witnesses in the Lindus murder case, you know.

We're... we're just a little curious about what's going on.

Mark: Huh?

And why else would you want to know?

Hank: Well, frankly, uh, we were thinking about taking some

vacation days in the spring, and we didn't want the dates to

conflict with the court case.

Britt's never seen the Maldives.

I've never been on a cruise.

You know.

Mark: Do you even know where the Maldives are?

Britt: Yeah, dude.

They're in the... up... up in the... they're not far.

Mark: Give me that.

And you on a cruise... (Laughs)

Hank: Okay, so what's the status, all right?

Is Lindus going to hang or walk?

Mark: Lindus is not going to walk, and that is for sure.

Hank: You sound pretty damn confident.

Mark: Yeah, man, we got Lindus by the short hairs.

Got him so bad that... (Laughing): it ain't even funny.

And we got the gun that was found at his house.

We have three eyewitnesses that put him in the vicinity.

We have hair particles that were found in the lifeguard station with his DNA on it.

This office pooled three-to-one odds that his court-appointed is

going to plea-bargain him by the end of the week, so...

Hank: Hey, what happened to the white-shoe, uh,

Mr. smooth talker he had at the deposition?

Mark: He dropped Lindus last week, no explanation.

Hank: Sounds like you had your whole case just handed to

you, gift-wrapped with a little bow on top.

Congratulations.

Mark: Oh, yeah, man, well, you know, work hard, play by the

rules, you just get lucky.

You guys wouldn't know about that, though, would you?

(Laughs)

We done here?

We good?

Hank: Yeah.

But I got one last question.

Mark: Shit.

Hank: What about Mickey Gosney's case.

Mark: Come on, Hank.

I told you.

Mickey was a self-administered overdose.

Hank: Come on, Mark.

Mickey never used heroin ever.

Mark: Well, he did at least once.

There was no struggle.

There are no bruises.

The needle went in clean, okay?

What, you... you want to read it yourself?

Yeah?

Hey, hey, hey, Reynolds.

Could you please give these two Mickey Gosney toxicology report?

Thank you.

Hank: Well, hey.

Congratulations again, Mark, on the Lindus case.

Mark: Thanks, brother.

Hank: You alone, baby.

You wear success well.

Mark: Aah!

Hank: Acetaldehyde?

What the hell is that?

Reynolds: Industrial chemical.

Cousin to formaldehyde.

Hank: How did it get inside of him?

Britt: Junkies dip their cigs in it for an extra buzz.

I read it somewhere.

Reynolds: Got your pal's personal effects down in the evidence locker.

Still no leads on the daughter's whereabouts, so there's no next of kin.

Mark thought you might want to take them until she shows up again.

Hank: All right.

Thanks, Reynolds.

You know, there was a time when Mickey had a nice little place down in Pescadero.

He had a house.

Lemon tree in the back.

Elenore was just a little girl.

He had his own house.

Now... everything is life's dwindled down to this.

Britt: I mean, you want me to take off for a while?

Hank: No. No, I'm all right.

Okay.

Britt: Hey, you sure he couldn't have done this to himself?

I mean... I don't know the guy, obviously, but...

Shit, man, he was living in squalor.

Hank: Yeah, I knew the man.

He wouldn't have done this now and get his little girl in trouble.

Britt: Hey, you know what I was thinking?

How much collateral do you have to put down for a bail bond?

Hank: Depends on the bondsman, but (sniffs) no more

than 50 percent max. Why?

Britt: Then this is bail.

Nobody thought about it when the judge said it 'cause they

froze his assets, right?

But 500 large?

Hank: Mm-hmm.

Britt: Half of which... Hank: 250, yeah.

I did the math.

Britt: It's pretty ballsy, asking guys who put him in jail

to steal the money to get him out. What's that?

Hank: Pay stubs from a Bateman security company.

Britt: Anything unique about them?

Hank: Yeah, made out to Mickey Gosney.

This one's only a month old.

Marty: Hey!

Hank: Marty.

Holy shit.

It's ociffer Dolworth.

Hey, everybody, it's ociffer Dolworth.

Britt: Ociffer?

Hank: Yeah, it's what... what drunks call cops.

Britt: That's... that's kind of stupid.

(Tapping on door)

Hey, is that you?

Hank: You know you can pee standing up, don't you?

Hey, a little privacy, please.

Last couple of weeks before he died, Mickey was scared.

I'll tell you that much.

Hank: Why was he scared?

RB: it's that damn job he took.

He had ideas he's gonna get clean, like you did, right?

Said his daughter's got connection, sets him up with some company.

Hank: Bateman security?

Well... Mickey's a night guy, right?

He walks grounds around the... The site where they're building that resort.

Britt: Wait, wait, wait.

Mickey was working security at the Montague?

Yeah. So one night... these trucks come in, right, full of

guys in these suits, you know, like an E.T., all sealed in.

Mickey asked his boss, "what the hell?"

Apparently, they're don't like that.

Next day, he gets canned.

And then next week, his daughter calls him up, says she's in trouble.

After that, he starts to watch his back.

Britt: Yeah, I heard a new joke today. You want to hear it?

Hank: Yeah, go for it.

Britt: So two old dudes are sitting on a park bench, right?

Hank: Yeah.

Britt: First old guy says to second old guy, "I bet I can guess your age, right?

Hank: Yeah?

Britt: Second old guy says, "no way. Hundred bucks says you can't."

And then first old guy says, "you're on, it's a bet.

But the only thing I need you to do in order to tell your age is

you gotta take your pants off. " Right?

Hank: Right.

Britt: So second old guy thinks nothing of it and drops trout.

All right, so the first old guy takes the second old guy's balls in his hands.

He's weighing them, he's covering them... Hank: Yeah?

Britt: He's shaking around this side, that side, right?

Says he's 78 years old.

Guy says that's amazing. How the hell did you do that?

He told me yesterday."

Hank: Okay, keep going.

Britt: No, that's... That's it.

Did you... did you miss the funny part?

Hank: I always miss the funny part with you.

Britt: I'm pretty sure I told it right.

Uh-oh.

Hank: What?

Britt: Guy in the tan suit spotted us.

Hank: Where?

Britt: Right there.

Hank: Where?

Britt: Oh, shit.

Hank: Hey, here's what I think, okay?

Mickey saw something, knew something, did something that got him killed, all right?

Maybe Lindus knew who did it, maybe he didn't know who did it.

Okay, but dollars to donuts, he knew why he was killed, right?

(Engine starting)

Right?

Britt: Right.

Hank: Let's go see lady Lindus.

Josephine: Good morning, gentlemen.

Thank you for coming.

Britt: Yeah.

Ah, it's kind of stuffy in here.

Your A/C busted?

Josephine: No. We just can't pay the bill.

Hank: Your husband wanted you to show us something.

Josephine: Follow me.

Bobby told me about an office that he keeps at the top floor

of the first building he ever developed, for purposes I'd

rather not discuss.

He also told me about a financial parachute that he

sequestered there in case of... Oh, I don't know... someone

framing him for murder someday.

The parachute kit is kept in a safe.

My husband wants you to break into it tonight and confiscate the contents.

Here are the plans for the building.

I have highlighted the location of the safe.

Hank: Why don't you just get it yourself?

Josephine: Because the police discovered the office during the

investigation, sealed it, changed the locks, alarm codes.

Fortunately, they missed the safe.

Britt: What kind of security does the building have?

Josephine: 24-hour doormen in the lobby, security cameras at

all entrances... elevators, stairwells... plus, a patrol car doing rounds.

Hank: Okay, say we break into this place with the changed

locks, alarm codes, patrol car doing rounds... what do we get in return?

Josephine: 40 percent of the parachute.

Britt: $100,000?

Josephine: That's right.

Hank: Well, lady, we don't get out of bed for anything less than $150,000.

Josephine: Yes, you do.

Plus, my husband is offering you something else.

Hank: What's that?

Josephine: Do this... recover the parachute, deliver it to us

in 36 hours... and my husband will provide you the name of the man

responsible for Micky Gosney's murder.

Hank: So, can you do it?

Britt: I don't know.

How do we know Lindus isn't setting us up?

Hank: Why would he? Huh?

He's dead to rights even without our testimony.

Britt: Well, what about Mrs. Lindus?

How do we know she's not gonna take the money and blow town and

leave her husband to rot?

Hank: Well, then she wins our admiration.

Britt: I just want to know all the angles, man.

(Britt sighs)

Okay.

Hank: Okay, you can do it, or okay, it's time for my afternoon nap?

Slurpee's on me. Come on.

(Seagulls screeching)

Britt: Yeah, I need to borrow the truck for a while, so just

leave it running.

All right, I will get supplies.

I will meet you back here at 7:00.

Hank: 7:00? Why so early?

Britt: We're robbing a building, man.

I need prep time.

Hank: See you then.

(Gulls screeching)

(Door opens)

(Distant squeaking)

Hank: Hey!

(Person grunting)

Hey!

Steph: Hi, Hank.

Hank: You want to come down?

Hey, so you want me to heat that up for you?

(Sighs)

Why didn't you just tell me you were here?

Steph: I didn't want to be a bother.

You had a lot going on.

Just came down to eat or use the bathroom.

Hank: Okay.

So when did you leave the hospital?

Okay.

How long have you been up there?

Steph: Three or four weeks.

Hank: Weeks?

Steph: At your old place first.

I was in the truck when you were home, and then went in when you went out.

It's nicer here.

(Laughs)

Hank: So you were eating all my food?

All right, 'cause see, I thought I was going senile.

Steph: Are you gonna punish me?

Hank: No, of course not.

Hey, why'd you leave St. John's?

I thought you liked it there.

Steph: I got tired of the ward.

All the people there are crazy.

May I go back to my room now?

Hank: Yeah, but you know, you're more than welcome to stay down here.

Steph: Do I have to?

It's more comfortable up there.

Hank: Oh, wow.

(Sighs)

You've moved more in up here than I have down there.

Steph: Plus it's dark and warm.

Hank: Yeah, well, we'll talk more about it later.

(Knocking)

Steph: Who is it?

Britt (In high-pitched voice): Um, from next door.

Came to borrow some sugar.

Steph: We're out.

(Slams door)

(Knocking)

Hank: What the hell's going on?

Who is that?

Steph: Some man pretending to be a woman.

Britt: Hank, you in there?

Hank: Oh, it's my partner.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Come on in, come on.

(Hank sniffles)

Britt, this is, uh... this is my sister, Steph.

Steph, this is Britt.

Steph: Why were you pretending to be a woman?

Britt: No, no, no.

I was... I... Hank: She's been staying with

me for a few weeks, apparently.

Britt: She's the raccoon?

Hank: Yeah.

Steph: Are you Gretchen's new boyfriend?

Britt: No.

Hank: No, no, no. This is... This is Britt. He's my partner.

Steph: He's not black.

Hank: No. That's Mark.

That's, uh, my partner from when I was a policeman.

Steph: You must me the one that comes I'm gonna take a nap now.

Hank: Hey, Steph, are you sure you don't want to try the guest bedroom?

It might be more comfortable.

Steph: I did.

It's not.

Hank: Um... (Steph groans)

Britt: That's Stephanie?

Hank: Yeah.

Britt: Dude, I... I thought she...?

Hank: Yeah, she... she... she, um... she checked out of the hospital or something.

Hey, do me a favor.

Uh, listen, anything that's, um... that's sharp, anything you

can cut yourself with, just... just bag it?

Thanks. Right.

Britt: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

Hank: Katie, thanks for coming over.

Do you mind baby-sitting for a couple of hours?

Katie: Yeah. What, did you give birth to a child overnight?

Hank: No, no. Um... (Quietly): Steph is with me.

Katie: What happened?

Hank: She, uh, checked out of St. John's, apparently, but it's

not... it's not that bad.

But she's been off her meds for probably three weeks, so I just

didn't want her here alone by herself.

Katie: Sure.

Hank: Uh, you know the rules, right?

Katie: Yeah.

Hank: Thank you so much.

Thanks.

Great. Okay. Britt: Okay.

Katie: Uh, Wh... where you guys off to?

Britt: We just got to, um, a little... Love you.

Hank: Mm-hmm, yeah, you know.

Bye. Thank you.

♪ I know, I know this is a crime but I don't know what else to do... ♪

Britt: So, there's... There's rules, man, for your sister?

Hank: Kind of... yeah.

You know. I mean, when... I mean, when Staph was on her

meds, and they're in balance, she's... she's unbelievable.

She's brilliant, funny, loyal.

Best person I know.

No offense.

Britt: Hey, it's an honor to be nominated.

Hank: But when the meds aren't in balance, she... It's, it's a handful.

Britt: 12 minutes, that route.

Hank: Hmm?

Britt: Hank, 12 minutes?

Hank: Oh, sorry.

It's just that the doctor gave Steph, um, generics for her

meds, and Steph doesn't react to it as well.

Um, can... can we, um... Can we wait for another loop?

What?

Britt: Listen, man, I know you're dealing with some really

heavy shit right now with Stephanie, but

we're about to committ a felony of burglary.

I would just love it if you had your head in the game right now.

Hank: My head's in the game.

Yeah.

Britt: Listen, she's fine, man.

Katie's there.

They're probably making s'mores, having pillow fights right now.

Just let me get you focused on this thing right now.

Hank: Yeah, I'm focused.

I'm totally focused.

Just, can... can we wait for another loop?

Britt: Are you gonna come visit me in prison?

Hank: For conjugal visits, yeah, sure.

Hey, be good.

(Crickets chirping)

Katie: Oh, I don't... I don't think that's a real word, babe.

Usually with a Q, you need a... a U after it.

Steph: Qanatz?

Above ground walls in the middle east?

Didn't you go to college?

Katie: Uh, I am now.

I'm in vet school.

Steph: Little bit old for that, aren't you?

Katie: You know, I really like your brother.

Steph: You're not his new girlfriend, are you?

Katie: No.

Steph: 'Cause I heard him have sex last week.

Right here on the floor.

(Squeaking)

(Men yelling on television)

(Men grunting on TV)

(Weapons whipping on TV)

(Men yelling and grunting on TV)

(Touch-tones sounding)

(Phone ringing)

Yes?

(Martial arts yelling on TV)

Oh, who is this?

You... you left what where?

(Man sighs)

Okay, hang on just a sec.

I'll check.

(Sighs)

(Yelling continues on TV)

(Martial arts yelling on TV)

(Sighs)

Yeah. Sorry.

I didn't see anything.

(Scampering)

(Unzipping bag)

Hank: Not now, Britt.

Not now, Britt.

(Phone chirps)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

(Lock clicks, door opens)

(Keypad beeping rhythmically)

(Paper rustling)

(Soft grunting)

(Alarm sounding loudly)

Hank: Shit!

Oh.

Not now.

(Alarm continues whooping)

Ha!

Some thief.

He tried to kill the alarm by hammering it.

Yeah. Nice try, pal!

We're all clear here.

Cancel the 911 and get someone up here who can cut off this goddamn alarm.

Zeppelin alarm systems.

How can I help you?

Yeah. Uh, hi.

We... we had a break-in, and we can't turn the alarm off.

We'll send someone right over.

(Alarm blaring)

Zeppelin alarm services?

You... That was pretty fast.

Hank: You're lucky you caught me right around the corner.

Where is the problem?

Oh, thanks, man.

You are a lifesaver.

Hank: Well, thank me when I fix it, huh?

Whoever did it is gone.

We checked the place.

Hank: Oh, yeah.

(Alarm continues blaring)

(Crickets chirping)

(Alarm blaring)

Hank: All right.

Yeah, shouldn't be a problem.

Let's see.

Just take care of this guy right here.

(Alarm stops)

No problem.

I just have to put a replacement cover on.

Super.

Door, and, uh, keep the room clear.

Just a... just a few minutes.

Okay.

Yeah, have at it.

Hank: Okay. All right.

All right.

Hank: Be right out.

Thank you.

(Drill whirring)

(Keypad beeping)

Hank: All right.

Alarm's all set.

Thanks a bunch.

Hank: Yeah.

(Clears throat)

Sorry about this.

I'm gonna have to frisk you.

Office is under police investigation.

They're being tight asses about the whole place.

I need to check your case.

Hank: Oh.

Okay.

Thank you.

Here you go.

Hank: Thank you very much.

Have a... have a nice evening.

Thanks. You, too.

Yeah. Have a good night.

Britt: Did you notice that SUV there before?

Hank: No.

Are you gonna drive at some point, please?

(Engine starting)

(Crackling)

Steph: It should work now.

Katie: Yeah?

(Man's voice on TV)

Oh. Ah.

That's so much better.

Thank you.

You guys, guess who fixed the TV.

And she hooked it up to cable.

Hank: Well, of course.

She's a technical whiz.

She graduated summa cum laude from MIT.

Katie: You did?

Hank: Oh, uh, uh, will you excuse us real fast?

Britt: That's $250,000.

Hank: Open it up, come on.

(Britt mumbles)

Britt: Bearer bonds?

Well, we could just keep these.

We'd each have 125 grand.

I'm just saying.

What's that?

Josephine: Here's your cut.

My husband was adamant about it.

Hank: Any idea what it opens?

Josephine: No idea.

Hank: You have something for us, too.

Josephine: The man who killed your friend.

His name is William Kewen.

Britt: We're rich now, kind of, sort of.

I can finally buy a decent waffle maker.

Hey, point is, we could walk away from this thing right now.

Hank: You ever heard of this guy?

Britt: No.

Hank: You keep an eye on her.

She goes anywhere near county, you holler.

Britt: Hey, what are you gonna do when you find this Kewen guy?

(Engine starting)

(Tires squeak)

(Loud rock music playing)

Yeah, what?

Hank: Are you William Kewen?

Who's asking?

Hank: I heard you sling h.

Don't need customers without refs, man.

Hank: Hey, was Mickey Gosney a customer?

(Grunting)

(Grunts)

Hank: What's the story with Mickey Gosney?

Look, bro shot himself.

I just sold him the shit.

Hank: Come on, man, I will poke your eyeball right now, I swear.

The dude was half dead anyways on whisky, all right?

I got paid to buddy up with him to speed up the process.

Look, I shot him up, maybe.

Maybe I gave him a little too much.

Hank: Who paid you, man? I want a name.

I don't know a name.

The guy approached me at night.

I was half gone.

I didn't get a good look.

Hank: You want to try a little harder?

Tan suit, shades.

(Tires squealing)

Britt: Lindus just made bail.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go! It's right there.

Black Benz.

(Tires squealing)

(Plane engine droning)

They're preparing the plane.

Hank: We can't let this run its course.

Josephine: Honey, who's that?

Robert: What?

Britt: Hey, where the hell are you going?

Robert: What are you doing here?

Hank: You said that you were going to save your wife and your kid, not your own ass!

Robert: I am. This plane is not for me, all right?

Now I gave you your money, I gave you the name of the guy

who's the friend... Hank: You gave me the name of the flunky!

We want the name of the guy who paid him... the dude in the tan

suit with the big chunky glasses.

Robert: I don't know why that is, all right?

I don't know who that is!

Hank: You know what this is, huh?

Robert: All right... Hank: Does this unlock something you need?

Britt: Come on, man, you're gonna tell us.

Josephine: Wait, I'm calling the police.

Hank: Go call 'em. Robert: Don't call them.

Josephine: Bobby! Bobby!

What are we going to do? Robert: I'll be back.

Get in the plane. Get everything ready.

Britt: Get in the car. Robert: I'll be back.

Get in the plane. Josephine: David, call the police.

Robert: I can't believe you're doing this.

Hank: Shut up! Robert: I'll get you the money.

Robert: Do you have any clue what you are doing, huh?

You're killing me, that's what.

Once they find out I'm out of jail, I am a dead man.

Hank: Who are they?

Robert: You mother... Hank: Who are they?

Robert: I paid you twice, and you're killing me now.

Hank: What's wrong at the Montague?

Who killed my friend?

Son of a bitch.

Come on.

Let's go see what's so important you can't leave the country without it.

What is this?

Robert: Some Montague documents I wasn't supposed to see.

I kept them as a fail-safe to insure my safety and the safety of my family.

And until you guys came and pointed a klieg light on my life, it worked.

Britt: You threatened to go public with it if anything happened to you?

Robert: Yeah. Yeah.

Hank: What's it say?

Robert: You know, why don't you take me to my plane and I'll tell you.

Hank: What does this say?

All right, play it your way, all right?

Let's go talk to Gustafson.

Robert: Oh, you mother...!

Hank: Do you never learn your lesson?!

Robert: All right, just calm down, all right?

(Salsa playing)

(Dog barking in distance)

Hank: Lindus!

(Speaking Spanish)

Hank: Lindus, you okay?

(Speaking Spanish)

Robert: Don't put me back in. I'm all right.

Not in the hospital, okay?

Hank: No, no, no, no.

Robert: They'll think... Hank: It's okay, Britt.

Robert: No, hospital, you promised me no hospital.

Hank: No hospital, brother.

Hank: Hello. Stephanie: Who's that?

Hank: Good. Steph, get some aspirin from the bathroom.

Robert: I'm gonna... I'm gonna lie down and take a little nap...

Hank: No, no, no, no, no, no.

You got to stay with us. Stay away, stay awake.

Lindus, come on. Tell us, what's in here?

What's the meaning of all this? Huh?

Robert: I don't... I'm gonna throw up.

Hank: Dude, come on.

(Robert retching)

(Robert coughs and sighs)

Robert: I feel better.

Britt: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Come on, sit down, sit down.

Stephanie: You still want this?

Hank: Oh, yeah.

Britt: Hey, hey, Lindus, Lindus, what's the story with those papers?

Why do they want them back so bad?

Robert: They just do.

They were, uh, doing all sorts of tests on the earth at the

construction site during the dig, and, uh, they thought Elenore had it.

That's why your friend got killed.

I think that's what that's about.

I am, I... It's kind of cool in here.

I'm just going to... Lean back.

You did fine. That's okay.

You okay?

All right.

I think we have to come clean to Gustafson.

Britt: About what?

Hank: About everything. Well, maybe not everything.

Britt: But Robert... Hank, that's a felony. I could go to prison.

Hank: We both could.

No, but about planting the gun. He has enough evidence.

He'll let us slide. But he has to hear all this.

Britt: Can we please talk to Maggie first?

I just want to know what our options are.

(Thud)

Hank: Oh, God, Lindus, Lindus, come on.

Hey, hey.

Hey, Robert, Robert, Robert.

Hey, Lindus.

Oh, God.

Oh, God, come on, come on, buddy, come on.

(Doorbell ringing) Oh, shit.

Britt: What do we do, do we call an ambulance?

Stephanie: Do you want me to get it?

Hank: No, Steph, don't get it.

This dude's dead. (Doorbell ringing) Britt: Oh, my God.

Hank: Oh, God, you stay here, stay here with them.

I'm gonna go get... Britt: Hey, Hank, how are we going to explain this?

Hank: I'll figure it out.

Stephanie: I'm getting it.

Mark: Oh, well, my stars, look at what we have here.

Stephanie Dolworth.

Just as beautiful as ever.

Stephanie: For real?

Hank: Steph, you remember my old partner Mark.

Stephanie: the black one.

So what are you doing here, Steph?

Stephanie: I was just getting aspirin for the guy who had to vomit.

Hank: She's staying with me for a bit.

Britt had some bad Thai food.

So, Mark, how's it going?

Mark: Oh, man, today has been full of surprises.

I mean, first I discover that you're staying at your old

place, and your sister's living with you.

I mean, well, it's not as surprising as Lindus bailing out

today... getting out of county jail.

But, you know, you know, it's still... still surprising.

Where is he, Hank? Hank: Who?

Mark: Robert Lindus.

Now look, I've got an apoplectic Josephine Lindus at the station

house right now, and she's insisting that you and the boy

wonder kidnapped her husband about an hour ago.

Hank: What?

Mark: You heard what I said.

Hank: Wait a second.

Mrs. Lindus is saying that we kidnapped her husband?

Mark: That's what she said.

Hank: Wow.

Mark: Yeah, I didn't believe a lick of it either, man, but

then I started to think... oh, my God, you hate his guts.

Hank: Hey, poke around all you want.

You don't even need a search warrant.

But I don't know what the hell that woman's talking about.

And if Lindus did bail himself out this morning, he's halfway

to Mazatlan right now and she's giving you the run around

to put you off his track.

Mark: What was that?

Hank: Be my guest.

Mark: Yeah?

Hank: You might want to knock.

Britt: How you doing, Gustafson?

Yeah, I would shake your hand, but... Mark: Don't worry about it.

I need you two to come down to the station house to clear this mess up, okay?

Hank: All right, I need a babysitter.

Stephanie: I'm not a baby.

Hank: I know you're not a baby.

I'm sorry. It was just an expression.

Just like kidnapping.

We're going to go out for a bit, so you have to stay inside, okay?

Can you stay inside?

Stephanie: Uh-huh.

Hank: Okay.

Mark: Okay, you, too, cowboy, all right?

How's she doing?

She's on her med. Hank: Oh, thanks, Mark, but that's okay.

Okay, we're going to be just a little bit, okay, honey?

So just stay inside.

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