announcer: Previously on Terriers.
I need you to do this.
Do what exactly?
Steal a quarter of a million dollars from me.
I've told my wife everything that you need to know.
Here are the plans of the building. What do we get in return?
The name of the man responsible for Mickey Gosney's murder.
Britt: Asking the guys who put him in jail
to steal the money to get him out--pretty ballsy.
The man who killed your friend, his name is William Kewen.
Who paid you, man? I want a name.
Guy approached me. Tan suit, shades.
Britt: They're preparing the plane.
We can't let this run its course.
Hey, where the hell are you going? What are you doing here?
I gave you the name of the guy.
We want the name of the guy who paid him--
the dude in the tan suit with big chunky glasses.
Now you just don't tell the police.
Get in the car. I'll be back. Get in the plane.
What is this?
Some Montague documents that I wasn't supposed to see.
Hey!
(dog barking)
Ahh!
Lindus! Lindus!
What's the story with those papers?
What does this mean? What do these numbers mean?
What does this graph mean?
They were doing all sorts of tests
on the earth at the construction site.
Gustafson. He has to hear all this.
I just want to know what our options are, man.
Oh!
Come on, Lindus, Lindus, Lindus, come on, come on.
This dude's dead.
So where is he? Who?
I've got Josephine Lindus insisting that
you and the boy wonder kidnapped her husband.
I need both you guys to come down
to sort this thing out.
(phone ringing)
Maggie: (recording machine) You've reached the law offices
of Margaret Levritz.
No one is available just now.
Please leave a message and we'll get back to you.
Hank: (on phone) I don't know if I've made this clear
in my last four messages, Mags,
but me and the kid are in a bit of pickle here,
so please call me back pronto.
TV Announcer: Breaking news on the Josephine scandal.
For a live report,
go to Alexa Espinoza, downtown San Diego.
Espinoza: Robert Lindus made bail earlier today,
walked out of the county jail behind me
and seemingly vanished into thin air.
There is a statewide manhunt underway.
From downtown, this is Alexa Espinoza,
Channel 3 news.
That lady there-- you know who she is?
Mrs. Robert Lindus.
Boy, she's been telling us a hell of a story.
Yeah, about what, her sorority days
at Kappa Alpha?
That you and your partner kidnapped her husband
this afternoon right in front of her eyes.
Look, I don't know the woman, man.
I don't know why she'd make up something like that.
Maybe she doesn't like me and Hank very much,
since we helped you arrest her husband for murder.
You know that just really doesn't make any sense.
I mean, why would the little boy have the same story then,
that you guys grabbed the father and forced him in a truck?
What do you want me to say?
Where's Hank at?
(door opening)
man: Detective, may I see you?
Captain, can you just give me one moment, please?
Now if you don't mind.
(door closes)
Don't go anywhere.
(door opening and closing)
It's okay, sweetie, all right. Daddy's going to be okay.
(Josephine sighs)
We're almost done, Mrs. Lindus.
Just tell me one more time.
This is totally unacceptable and against department policy.
I'm not happy about this.
Yes, sir.
Hey, Mark.
For the first time in your life,
just please don't say anything smart, and just...
just hear me out, okay?
The case of my career to date is falling apart on me.
I have a high-profile,
slam-dunk conviction that just
strolled out of the county this a.m.
and can't be found.
My back is up against it.
The captain is threatening to take this thing away from me
because of my connection to you.
So please,
please just...
level with me, okay?
Level with me, and just tell me what you know.
All right. All right. All right.
I mean, you'll find out about it anyway.
Britt and I visited Lindus in county two days ago.
He wanted to see us, and his wife paid for us to go.
Why?
He wanted to get bailed out.
He thought his family was in danger
and he wanted to be out long enough
to secure their safety.
Okay.
Danger from who?
He didn't say. He was just scared.
And he--
He hired us to break into his office
down on Sixth and Milan,
and procure some $250,000 in bearer bonds
that he had sequestered there.
Wait, where? Sixth and Milan.
No, no, no, 'cause we went through that place
with a fine-tooth comb.
Well, not fine enough. He had a wall safe.
(Mark sighs)
Jesus Christ.
You bailed him out.
Oh, no, no, the wife did. We only supplied the money.
For God's sake, why would you do something so stupid, Hank?
Because of Mickey Gosney, Mark.
I keep telling you Mickey was murdered.
I mean, this thing's a lot more pernicious than you think.
Then why don't you think of a reason
why I shouldn't arrest you right now for burglary.
I can think of three.
Please tell me.
Okay, one, you have no evidence,
two, I've admitted to nothing and three,
the only person who can attest to the fact
that something was stolen is Robert Lindus.
And you'd have to find him first.
That's good. Mm-hmm.
That's good.
You have no idea where he is?
I don't.
Mark, I got to be with my sister, okay?
And I can be a lot more help to you out there than I can
riding a bench in here.
All right, you two are free to go.
I got nothing to hold you on.
He told me what you did.
What did you tell him we did?
What we did.
Okay, can you take these fellas home, please?
Hey, hey, where's my husband?
What have you done with him?
Answer me, you bastards!
What have you done with my husband?
I know it was you.
I saw you, I saw you take him.
You get your hands off me.
Hank, look, I got 24 hours or I'm off this thing.
Now you help me find Lindus
or I will not be around to protect your ass anymore.
You understand?
* Got 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 *
(garbled radio transmission)
We are so--
Hey, what's that over there? That's kind of cool.
What are we going to do?
For lunch? I don't know.
Whatever you want.
Let's figure it out later when we're home.
Thanks, Officer Brooks, and thanks, uh-- thank,
thank Detective Gustafson for me for the ride.
I mean, it was really nice.
Yeah, hey, hey, uh,
why don't you hang out here a bit
and don't make it look like you're in a mad dash
to get inside and hide a dead body,
you know what I'm saying?
We got to get rid of Lindus's corpse, man, fast.
If we don't, we're going to catch a murder rap.
Yeah, yeah, but if they don't find him at all,
okay, then they're going to throw us in jail
for kidnapping, so we got to think this one through.
Hi, Mrs. Nupar.
Hi, that front lawn looks beautiful.
Gustafson needs to find Lindus or else he's off the case
and our nuts are roasting on an open fire.
And we need to dump him somewhere credible.
Makes it look like he died of a head injury.
Steph!
Everyone walks away satisfied.
Right, okay, so he died in an accident,
but we got to make it look like he died in a different accident.
Steph: What?
Where are you? Steph: Here.
Are you okay? Yeah.
I'm hungry, though.
You guys were gone a long time.
Uh, Hank.
Honey, what are you doing with an ice pick?
Just taking care of the body in the tub.
Britt: Oh, shit.
Steph: He was starting to stink,
but you didn't have enough ice in your freezer,
so I borrowed some from next door.
Mrs. Nupar only had one of those big blocks.
You didn't tell her what you needed the ice for, did you?
Don't be stupid.
You guys didn't kill him, did you?
No, no, Steph, he got hit by a car.
Can we order pizza?
They served really shitty pizza at the ward.
Hank: Yeah, yeah, the number's on the fridge.
I thought I told you to get rid of all the sharp objects.
I didn't know you had an ice pick.
I drank for years. Yeah, I have an ice pick.
Why not just leave him
on the side of the road somewhere?
Because it has to look like an accident, okay,
so there's no further police investigation.
I mean, if there's any suspicious activity,
the cops are going to roust this place.
I'd bet you Lindus left behind hair and clothing fibers.
Could just throw his body off the Coronado Bridge
and make it look like suicide.
No, we couldn't.
Who blows $150K getting himself out of prison
and then offs himself? Sorry, bad idea.
Hank: It's not bad.
Remember Mr. Pickering?
Tenth-grade English, taught Moby Dick.
Wait, the guy that got super pissed
every time people snickered at, uh, "sperm whale."
Britt: I'm sorry, but seriously,
how is this relevant?
Okay, because he found out
that his wife was cheating on him my senior year
and he decided to go up to the mountains
'cause he was really depressed, he wanted to get super hammered,
except he popped the cork on the way up
and he did a headlong into the gulch.
I got to skip my final.
Hey, you know that ravine over on.
both: 7A.
Yes, I was thinking the same thing.
Hey, how you feeling?
Are those meds kicking in yet?
A little bit.
They make me sleepy at first.
Hank: Why don't you go get some rest?
You don't need help with the body?
No, it's okay. No, we're good. Thanks.
I'm going to sleep in my room, okay?
I feel safer there.
I'm taking the soil report with me.
I like to read before bed.
We should get started. Yeah, let's do it.
Oh, man.
Did his feet get bigger?
(both grunting)
All right, there it is.
Oh, yeah, hold on a sec.
Whew.
This is Charlie-17 sitting patrol at the Lindus residence.
The front gate just opened. We're going to check it out.
(alarm blaring)
Possible intruder in the Lindus house.
We're heading inside.
(garbled radio transmission)
(alarm continues)
Hey, you want a swig of this, hmm?
Okay, you know what?
I've been thinking,
we got into this thing for all the right reasons,
and I don't have any regrets.
But Maggie was right. This is too big for us.
And Mickey was a good friend.
We got too much at stake.
I got Steph, you have Katie, and I say we do this thing,
and then we let sleeping dogs lie.
And we just walk away from it.
Are you okay with that?
Yeah, uh, if you are.
Okay.
What station do you think he listens to?
Why does that matter?
I'm trying to make it as realistic as possible.
All right, so, uh,
if you're on the run for your life.
What would you listen to? I don't know, uh.
Smooth jazz?
(phone ringing)
Shit, his phone's still connected to the car.
Wait, what the hell's that?
It's the Bluetooth. Well, turn it off!
I'm trying.
man: (over phone) Lindus. Shit.
man: Lindus?
Bobby?
Listen, we just want the report back.
Bobby, you there?
Yes.
(smooth jazz plays on radio)
Come on, come on. Let's do this thing.
All right, listen, hey, hey.
I'm gonna hit
resume on the cruise control, pop the brake, it's a go.
Ready?
Yeah, 'cause I don't have to do anything.
All right.
Wait! Wait!
Wait, seriously, let me just think for one second.
(smooth jazz playing on radio)
Done thinking?
God, okay, don't-don't. Wait, wait, wait, wait, look.
The guys who are after Lindus, once they find out he's dead,
okay, they're going after his wife.
What are you saying?
They're going after the wife and the kid
for the scientific mumbo-jumbo stuff on those papers.
We can't do that to them.
It's going to put them in harm's way.
Hank, we're in harm's way.
What do you want to do, man, blast the AC and hope he keeps?
We don't have a choice, we have do this now.
Okay. Wait!
(car door opens) Just one second.
Wait, wait, wait.
Ow, come on now.
What are you doing?
I'm getting his wallet. Why?
Reasons!
Okay, here it goes.
God forgive us!
(smooth jazz continues playing)
(thudding)
Huh.
What were you thinking?
It would explode?
I was kind of hoping, yeah.
Come on. Let's go.
Don't worry about what the other kids say, okay?
Doesn't mean anything. Not a word.
Have a good day.
(school bell rings)
Hank: Excuse me, Mrs. Lindus, just a moment.
I think you have the wrong idea about us.
I have no idea how I could.
I saw you kidnap my husband, throw him into your truck.
It was an act.
Your husband believed that people were after him,
he was being followed, you all were,
so he hired us to fake the abduction to keep you safe.
Then I guess I should also thank you
for stealing my town car last night.
Well, we advised your husband on how to do that.
He had a message for you, he gave to us
to give to you, "leave town."
You're in danger.
There are men who mean you harm.
Former associates of my husband?
That's right.
One of them came to see me this morning.
Asked me where he was.
Tall man with short, cropped gray hair?
Big guy, tan suit.
I told him I had no idea where Bobby was.
But I told him who would.
That's right, Mr. Dolworth, Mr. Pollack.
I gave him your names, so you see,
I am not the one in danger anymore,
but thank you for delivering the message.
Excuse me.
(car door closes, engine starts)
Steph? Come on, Steph, we got to go.
Come on, sis! Chop-chop.
Steph: I don't want to go back to the hospital.
I'm not taking you back to the hospital,
but I got to take you somewhere. Where?
I'm not sure exactly yet.
Why?
Look, I hesitate to say this,
given your proclivity for paranoia,
but bad men may be coming after us, so come on.
Get some-- get some things together.
Let's go. Hurry! I'm not joking!
I don't really get why you can't just tell me.
Uh, baby, because it's one of those things
where the less you know the better.
Oh, yeah, better for me, or better for you?
Better for the both of us...
Just spend the night at a friend's house.
It's one night.
(knocking on door)
Oh, my God, Stephanie. When did you get in town?
Why didn't you tell me you had a houseguest?
I didn't know myself.
Can I get either of you something to drink?
Steph: You have any diet, caffeine-free root beer?
Sorry. How about water?
Steph: Mm.
This place is much nicer than Hank's.
No, it is. It is. I'm just curious.
Is it designed for people to live in,
or just to shoot perfume ads?
It's interesting. I know.
Jason designed the place himself.
It used to be two different apartments.
Hence, the high ceiling.
Sorry, Steph. No attic.
And Jason is your boyfriend?
Well, he's my--
FiancÃ©.
I told her you were getting married again.
He should be home pretty soon,
so you'll get to meet him.
Hank: Can I--Can I talk to you for a second?
Listen, I might not be able to make it back for a few hours.
And, by the way, thanks for keeping an eye on Steph--
I'm in the room. I can hear you.
He thinks bad men are after us.
Yeah, well, Britt and I are in a bit of a pickle.
You haven't done anything illegal?
Immoral, no.
Anyway, she's back on her meds.
She's doing better with them.
Uh, she just started, though,
but you remember the rules from way back when?
Steph: Don't leave her around any sharp objects.
Don't let her read any Proust.
Never take her to the wild animal park.
Never serve her red wine with fish.
Blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah.
We'll be fine. Go.
Thank you.
You can read Proust, all right? Hmm.
Oh, and say thank you to, um...
Jason. Jason. Jason.
First thing's first, all right?
To get whoever they are off our backs,
we got to make them think Lindus is still alive.
Keep the focus on him.
What if somebody found his body already?
No, we would have heard about it on the news.
Can I help you?
Yeah. We'd like a room, please.
Be $69.50 up front.
Need credit card and photo I.D.
Can't see the face on that I.D.
No, I suppose you can't.
(sighs) Very good, Mr. Lindus.
I thought all his accounts got frozen.
Mm-hmm.
(machine chirps) Sorry, Mr. L.
This card's been canceled.
Oh, I guess we're gonna have to pay with cash, then.
Uh, can I have that 20 back, please?
What 20?
I'm gonna try Mags again.
(touch-tone dialing)
Deepest shit of our lives,
we can't even get our lawyer on the phone.
(phone ringing)
Gonna miss yoga today, too.
Maggie: You've reached the law offices of...
Come on, Mags! Where are you?
Have you ever been in shit this deep before?
Yeah, one time.
I was in a septic tank, so it was right up to here.
Hey, hey, hey.
That's him.
That's the man who killed Mickey Gosney.
Pretty fast line they got on Lindus's credit card.
There he goes.
He's good.
Hank, this guy is good.
I know 'cause I'm good, and he's better.
(engine starting)
I don't get it. Still nothing.
Doesn't anybody hike around here?
(elevator bell dings)
(muzak playing)
(elevator bell dings)
(phone chimes)
(texting)
(elevator bell dings)
(phone rings)
Receptionist: Zeitlin & Associates.
One moment, please.
(phone rings) Zeitlin & Associates.
One moment, please. May I help you?
Yes, uh, the gentleman who just walked past,
can you tell me his name?
I'm 90% certain we went to high school together.
Henry Dolworth?
Ben Zeitlin.
Receptionist: Zeitlin & Associates. Pleasure.
Receptionist: Good afternoon.
Mind if we step inside for a few minutes?
Please.
Here you are, sir.
That's 2% milk, right, Mirabelle,
like Mr. Dolworth asked for?
Yes, it is, Mr. Zeitlin.
Thank you, Mirabelle.
Thanks.
Did I make proper introductions, Mr. Dolworth?
This is Mr. Burke, who works for me.
Hmm, in what capacity?
Well, Mr. Burke works the same side of the street
as you do, I suppose.
He's a private investigator but also sidelines
in security matters, among other things.
And what is it that you do for a living, Mr. Zeitlin,
to provide such nice offices with this view?
Oh, I'm just a lawyer,
and I'd like to represent you, Mr. Dolworth,
as well as your partner Mr. Pollack.
I'm sorry, you'd like to be our lawyer?
Well, I hear you were accused
yesterday of kidnapping Robert Lindus.
My sources say that his wife Josephine and son Tyler
both identified you and Mr. Pollack as the culprits.
Now, he may well have been fleeing the country at the time
in violation of his bail agreement,
but a kidnapping charge is a kidnapping charge.
It's nothing to be trifled with.
Is there any truth to what they're saying?
Please know that as your potential lawyer,
this conversation is completely confidential.
Yeah, we nabbed Lindus.
Did he pay you to do that?
No, we just couldn't stand the douche bag
getting away with what he'd done.
Are you hungry, by the way?
'Cause we have a private chef in the office.
He'll whip you up anything you like--
I mean, anything within reason. I'm fine.
Where did you take him? Lindus--
after you impeded his flight from justice?
I can't tell you that. Why not?
Because if I do,
then we have nothing left to talk about.
Oh, and thank you for your kind offer to represent us,
but Britt and I already have a lawyer.
Margaret Levritz, I know, a fine attorney
and a proud mother of a newborn as of early this morning,
I understand.
So that's why she hasn't been returning my calls, hmm.
You can understand in all the confusion
how my imagination got carried away,
what with everything you guys are doing over at the Montague.
I represent a few of the investors
behind that development, but I'm not sure
to what you're referring.
Oh, yeah, you are.
You know, the trucks coming and going
with all the toxic materials,
the guys in the hazmat suits poking around--
whatever it is you guys are doing that got my friend
Mickey Gosney killed.
(sighs) Mr. Dolworth.
Before Robert Lindus was arrested for murder
he absconded with a privately funded pedological study
that we suspect might bring some of the activity
you just described to light.
It's a soil test, in layman's terms,
funded by my clients but overseen by Mr. Lindus.
Now if you won't tell us where Lindus is,
do you have any idea where that might be?
I think you might.
These are some photos that Mr. Burke
took a couple of days ago after a report
of a security breach in Robert Lindus's private office.
Now we are the only ones in possession of these photos
at the moment.
You and Mr. Pollack have become
persons of interest to Mr. Burke since then.
As well as Mr. Pollack's girlfriend Katherine Nichols,
enrolled at the Wofford School of Veterinary Science,
your sister Stephanie,
formerly of the St. John Psychiatric Ward
in Eugene, Oregon, not to mention
your ex-wife Gretchen Dolworth and her fiancÃ©.
Congratulations.
You can Google and use a digital camera.
What do you want?
Well, we want the pedological report
Mr. Lindus stole from us back,
and we want you to get it for us.
(elevator bell dings)
I used to be a cop. Did you know that?
Oh, yeah, of course you know that
I mean, with your research, yeah.
You see a lot of dumb things when you're a cop.
You know, a guy robs a house, falls asleep on the couch,
leaves his wallet behind, that kind of stuff.
You know, you think,
"Hey, that only happens in the South," but no.
No, it's everywhere.
But the stupidest shit I ever saw as a cop was--
it had to be this one guy who was knocking over ladies,
taking their purses, and getting lost.
You know, we could never get a beat on him,
and then one night...
"Man down, man down."
We show up and our mugger is on the ground.
There's blood everywhere and...
It turns out he was trying to mug this woman
coming out of a kickboxing class.
A kickboxing class?
A kickboxing class, but before he could
get his hands on her purse, I mean, this woman had just--
she plastered his nose, she dislocated his shoulder,
she took out his knee.
I mean, what an idiot.
I mean, what could you possibly hope to get?
Who brings money to a kickboxing class?
(grunts) That was for Mickey.
(elevator bell dings)
Maternity, this way.
Gift, gift, gift, gift, gift, gift.
Hey.
Hey, here have you guys been?
Hey, that's what we've been asking about you
for the last day and a half, although we pretty much
figured you'd be on your back, legs in the air.
Yeah, you return calls
when you're in your 17th hour of labor.
Is he-- or she...?
Is this okay that we're--?
This is Harrison.
You want to meet him, hmm?
(Harrison cooing)
What's up?
So what's new with you guys?
You staying out of trouble?
I told you, I told you this was too big for you.
Yeah, and we're on board with that.
Do you know Zeitlin?
Only by reputation.
He knows who I am?
Yeah, and he has pictures of Steph and Gretch and Katie.
We give 'em what they want, right?
No, we give 'em what they want,
they get away with what they're doing out there.
Yeah, if we don't, they might kill us.
Yeah, if you do, they still might kill you.
All right, you do or you don't know where Lindus is?
We have an idea.
All right, and this report that they want--
don't tell me where, but do you know where it is?
Yeah.
Give it to them.
Well, and then what?
Take a vacation and quite possibly never come back.
We're never going home again, are we?
(knocking on door)
Hey, Hank, how are you?
Jason, good to see you.
We've been enjoying your sister's company.
She's a--she's a riot.
She's taken apart and put back together
nearly every appliance in the place.
Well, that's Steph.
Uh, listen, I'm sorry, I'm in a real rush.
Do you-- where is she?
Hello, ladies.
Steph.
Gretchen said that Steph
had a scholarship to MIT way back when.
Yeah, she was a chemistry engineering double major.
My folks used to say she got the brains in the family,
I got the facial hair.
Steph, can I, uh, talk to you?
What is this?
Uh...
Do you know what this says?
This is a pedological study from the Montague property.
See that designation there?
C6H6.
That's the molecular formula for benzene.
How do you know that?
It's my job, Hank.
Benzene is a carcinogen found in crude oil and gasoline.
This test cites levels at 380 parts per billion.
Do you know what that means?
Tell him, Jason.
As an architect, I spend half my days
waiting on soil tests.
If I ever got one back like that,
I'd be shut done in a New York minute.
Basically it says, there's cancer in the ground.
Might as well call the Montague, you know, Leukemia Springs.
Who knows about this?
Hank: No one.
Hank, you have to show this to someone.
Jason, will you excuse us for just--
I'm sorry-- one second, please?
Yeah. Sure.
I can't, Gretchen. I can't.
Someone's trying to cover this up.
Hank, you can't let them do it.
You have to report this.
If I do, I'm pretty sure I'll be killed.
And I probably won't be the only one.
I can't.
You know what this reminds me of?
The time we had to climb down the ravine
to the car we crashed with a dead guy inside.
Oh, shit. It flipped.
What do you think?
Can you get in?
We'll see.
(sighs)
(flies buzzing)
Aah! God!
Aah!
It smells like your bedroom in here!
That was a one-night thing. Quit bragging about it.
You sure about this? Yup.
There's only one man around
not afraid to go public with that report.
(engine starts)
Hank: Hey, yeah, is this the police?
Listen, man, I was, like... I smoked a few bowls,
and I was shrooming, right?
And I was going for a walk along Route 7A, you know,
and I saw this car over the side by the ravine
that runs alongside it about half a mile past the mini-mart
where I bought those stale Oreos once.
No, man, I'm serious.
It's, like, it was, like, a Lincoln Town Car.
It was pitched on its, um, hood, all right?
You know, and it, uh...
it had a license plate number--
2SAQ881.
It's real serious. You should check...
really check it out.
You've never been stoned in your life, have you?
Looking at me, you'd think yes.
Police received an anonymous tip
early this evening about the car,
then arrived to discover the body of Robert Lindus,
real estate developer and accused murderer,
who disappeared two days ago after making bail.
Police are saying it looks as though Lindus died
shortly after he went missing,
and are convinced the accident was likely the result
of drunk driving.
From Route 7A--
But you can't believe everything that you hear in the press.
Hey, Detective.
Mark, what are you doing here?
You do not like social gathering places.
You know I put an APB out on you about an hour ago.
I got a hit just like that.
You should really consider driving a less visible truck.
I've been saying that all day.
Well, Sheriff, are you going to join us,
or are you just gonna stand there
waiting for someone to draw?
You do know 911 records all of its calls, right?
Mm.
It's, like, half a mile past that mini-mart
where I bought those stale Oreos once.
Well, that was, uh...
That was a damn good Florence Henderson.
Not quite as good as his Tony Randall,
but he's-he's good.
Tell me one thing, Hank.
Uh, it's unleaded.
Lindus.
Tell me you didn't.
Mark, as much as I would love to say that we did...
we didn't.
You know, I don't know what you did today?
Frankly, I don't want to know.
But whatever it was,
I am very, very grateful.
Hey, let's have another round. On the department.
Whoa.
Wow.
Heaven and earth have traded places.
The financial group behind the Montague development
who bank-rolled this project
is as shocked by the discovery of this
environmental threat as anyone.
How we could have allowed Robert Lindus
to mislead us about this is something
we'll have to deal with internally.
How Robert Lindus found it in himself
to cover this up is something
he'll have to square with his maker.
Needless to say, all building on Montague property
will cease immediately
until we can get to the bottom of this scare.
(camera shutters clicking) (reporters chattering)
Thanks again.
It shouldn't be your burden to take care of the sister
of your fiancÃ©'s ex.
Oh, I'm happy to do it.
Uh, and thank you for doing the right thing.
I didn't do anything.
You know, we were just lucky that there was another copy
of the soil report around.
I know Gretchen will be sorry she missed you.
She wanted to say thanks, too, but...
Hey, you all set?
Nice meeting you, Steph.
Hey, we should get a beer some time, or...
Oh. You don't--
Don't sweat it. I know what you mean.
Yeah. Um, or something, right?
Thank you.
You guys splitting without saying good-bye?
I've been up all night. I'm about to fall over.
Come back and stay with us any time, okay?
Why? Everything's fixed now.
Go get some rest.
You did a good thing today.
They just found a report on a dead guy's body.
I had nothing. I'm impressed.
If that counts for anything.
Hey, Gretch?
Yeah?
I still love you.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do with that.
I don't, either.
(engine starting)
So did you have a good time with, uh,
Gretchen and Jason?
They're nice.
He's kind of boring.
Not as smart as he thinks he is.
You're a good sister, Steph.
I know.
That pedological study, for instance?
Mm-hmm.
That thing was total bullshit.
Yup. Wait. What?
All that benzene with the earth metals?
Those compounds can't exist together in those ratios.
Not in the natural world, anyway.
Most people wouldn't know that, though.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you talking about?
That soil report is bullshit.
Someone made the numbers up.
Or put the chemicals there for the test.
There's no cancer in the ground.
Aren't we going home?
Not yet.
What are we doing here?
I'll tell you in a second.
They were bringing shit in, not taking it out.
Why would someone do that, Steph?
Make people think there's cancer in the ground
when there isn't?
I don't know.
To keep 'em away, maybe.
You gonna tell anyone?
What they're really doing here?
No, Steph.
The case is closed.
It's closed.
* Hell, no, son Ain't gonna get the gun *
* Seen a lotta things And they've only just begun *
* 'Cause the minute they speak Is the minute that I run *
* 10 clicks south To the border station *
* I said, "Hey, hey, son, I'm gonna get you sprung *
* "Just keep on looking For the sallyport punk" *
* 'Cause the minute he speaks Is the minute that you run *
* Fresh set of wheels And I'll see you at the dawn *
* Past thirty-second And the bakers got a bun *
* Sweatin' that my Neena's gonna get attention *
* Living on the lam is like living on the sun *
* Try to make it to Ysidro where I'm gonna be done *