announcer: Previously, on Terriers.
Ben Zeitlin.
It's a pleasure.
Why don't we step inside for a few minutes?
This is Mr. Burke, who works for me.
We want the pedalogical report
Mr. Lindus stole from us back.
We want you to get it for us.
(groans)
That was from Mickey.
Katie: I messed up. Hank: What did you do?
Katie: I got drunk, and I...
Hank: Did someone from school?
Katie: My professor. Why?
I've been feeling the way he's looking at me lately.
And I pretty much know what's coming next.
That's what you want.
Why, Hank, when everything's, like, so perfect?
Britt: I think we're pregnant.
I found a box for a pregnancy test
in the trash the other day.
And it totally explains why she's been acting
all weird and moody lately.
Not exactly definitive proof.
Can you believe I'm about to be a father?
I don't know who the father is.
Jesus, Katie.
Baby, because of you everything has changed.
Will you do me the honor of being my wife?
You investigated me?
I really wanted to find out
who Gretchen was marrying for her sake.
I figured you'd only known him 6 months.
It was worth looking into.
Don't tell me you're protecting me.
You're the live grenade in my life.
Stay the hell away from my wedding.
You're disinvited.
radio deejay: This is KXOB, Ocean Beach, Saturday morning.
Bringing you Sarah Vaughan.
* Oh, once I laughed
* When I heard you saying
* That I'd be playing Solitaire *
* Uneasy in my easy chair
* It never entered my mind
* Once you told me
* I was mistaken
* That I'd awaken
* With the sun
* And order orange juice
* For one
* It never entered...
Hank: Mr. Carter, can I have a refill please?
You know, you're abusing our "bottomless cup" policy.
Not to mention the folks waiting on the booth.
Order something, will you?
All right, I'll have a side of toast.
Maybe throw a little jelly on there.
Britt, tell me you're eating.
I would never eat here.
We're going broke. Thanks, guys.
* If you're happy and you know it *
* Clap your hands
If your Hank...
or don't.
How long you've been here for?
Since they opened in 1974.
How long are you gonna be here?
Till closing or I die whichever comes first.
You have been here for a while.
You're reading the home section?
Rereading it.
You're gonna be okay?
I'm fine, really.
Have a good time.
So I won't go if you don't want me to.
Gretchen wants you and Katie to be there.
You--you should go.
I'm serious. I don't even like weddings.
The chicken always tastes like fish.
It's disgusting.
You should put a ring on your girl's finger.
You join society, boy.
Hey, listen, you should leave town today.
You know and just get in the truck,
go for a drive, check into a resort,
watch Love Actually on pay-per-view.
I'd hang myself.
Ah, it's a really good movie, Hank.
Seriously, man, just don't hang around town today
or it'll start messing with your head.
You'll call me if you need anything?
Sure. How about a shotgun?
Just kiss the bride for me.
Don't tell her it was from me, though, okay?
Carter-- Consider yourself cut off.
Hank: So this morning I cleaned the gutters out on my roof.
I mopped the floors in my house,
swept the garage, Windex'd the windows inside and out.
And, uh, polished
the three pieces of silver I own.
I did anything to distract myself
'cause today my ex-wife's getting married to her new guy.
And I still love her something fierce.
But that ship sailed.
I know that.
It's kind of funny because,
her wedding is, is starting just any minute now.
But I had this other thought
that was, um, what better way to distract myself
than to fall off the wagon, you know?
I have 543 days of sobriety, and it's been good.
But I have to say that today has been the toughest one yet.
No lie.
But I figure if I can get through today,
you know, I can pretty much get through anything.
Thanks.
Thank you, Hank.
Oh, my God, this is so beautiful.
Yeah, it's--it's nice.
This is nicer than the other thing
and the other thing was really nice.
How much did they spend?
Hey, what's that?
Oh, that's flower petals.
It's the bridal path.
It's supposed to be that way.
What, they buy flowers and then pick them apart?
Yeah.
You want that on your big day, baby?
Some petals at your feet?
No, I don't need anything special.
Ooh, bar, bar, bar, bar, bar.
Wine? Champagne?
Sparkling water? Red.
Actually, water's good with me.
Yeah, booze before a ceremony's bad luck.
Hey, do we even know anybody here?
I think I met that guy at the engagement party.
His name is John or Barbara.
I mean, we can meet people,
but then we'll have to talk to them.
Yeah.
"How do you know the happy couple?"
"We met in prison."
Oh. Oh, man, I am so sorry.
Are you all right? Yeah, no, I'm good.
You barely got me. Geez, I feel like an idiot.
Is there anything I can do?
No, it's all right, we got it. It's fine.
Sorry again.
(man clears throat)
Sounds like you got a long day ahead of you.
Man, you get tempted again, you know what to do.
You can call, e-mail, anything.
Send up a bat signal.
You know, just--
just splash some water on your face, hit a meeting.
(cell phone rings)
Oh, God, I'm sorry.
What are you doing?
I'm sorry, Barry, I got a-- The cell phone?
I got to take it. Hold on.
What's up?
Britt: Listen, I need a huge favor, man.
Some idiot just splashed
half a gallon of Merlot on my shirt.
It's the only one I got.
It's okay if I break into your place and snag one?
Yeah, no problem.
Hey, why don't I run one out to you, save you some time?
You, uh, you sure that's a good idea?
Yeah. It's no big deal.
All right, I'll meet you in the parking lot.
Besides, what the hell else am I doing?
And if you do the round trip,
you'll probably miss half the ceremony.
Uh, okay.
All right, yeah, uh, I'll see you in a sec.
Hey, uh, bring a tie.
Got you. Barry, I got to run, okay?
But I'll call you.
He's not coming here, is he?
* Got a ride with a trickster and a javelin man *
* To a town down by the sea
* Steel Neena was a girl who set me free, she said *
* I lay my soul out down to bleed *
Jesus.
I thought I had a drinking problem.
So what's it like in there?
You know, chairs, flowers, people.
It's actually kind of chintzy.
They got flower petals on the ground and shit.
Plus, Katie's acting kind of funny.
Kind of funny how? Wedding crazy kind of funny?
They got a open bar. She ordered a Perrier.
Whoo. Whoo.
Nuts.
I've never seen her pass up free booze in my life.
Makes me think she might be--
All right, here's a piece of advice.
Never play detective in your personal life.
If she's like that, she'll tell you.
Well, if she is, why hasn't she told me?
'Cause she's a woman.
That shirt fits you like a dream.
Is it okay?
All right. I'm gonna head back.
How you doing? You okay?
All right, well, I'm glad you took my advice
and got out of town.
Yeah, hey, can I tell you something?
Seriously.
Whatever you do, don't thank me.
Thank you.
(classical music playing)
Uh, sorry, sorry. Excuse me.
Sorry, sorry. What'd I miss?
Uh, "Greensleeves" and "Claire de Lune."
Oh, those are my favorites.
Please rise.
("Wedding March" playing)
Excuse me.
Can you point me in the direction of the Adler wedding?
The hallway to the right. Thank you.
("Wedding March" playing)
Please be seated.
Let us be thankful that we are here together
to share Jason and Gretchen's love of one another...
(minister continues indistinctly)
Bartender: Good afternoon. What can I get you?
Do you have Famous Grouse?
We do.
I'll take a double.
Neat.
Very good.
(slow piano music playing)
Burke: You're in the ambassador suite.
They're cleaning it now.
I imagine she'll have her guard up.
I'll talk to her.
Hopefully, reason will prevail.
Burke: And if it doesn't?
Oh, I don't want to do the math
on that particular equation just yet.
(toilet flushes)
I have people standing by.
(Ben sighs)
(piano playing)
minister: If I have the gift of prophecy
and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge,
and if I have a faith that can move mountains...
You okay?
Yeah. Yeah.
I probably should just eat something.
(phone chirps)
Oh, shit.
Hey.
Uh-oh. What?
It's Hank. He's here.
He's here, here?
Yeah, he's here. He's in the hotel.
All right.
Excuse me. Sorry, sorry, sorry.
No, no, no, no.
This is not what you think it is.
I don't care what it is.
I don't care what you think I think it is.
You cannot be here, man. What are you doing?
Will you listen to me for a second?
Does this name ring a bell?
Ben Zeitlin.
Zeitlin. Lawyer guy.
Guy who threatened you.
Yeah, and you and everyone we know
trying to keep the Montague environmental scare hush-hush.
I thought we were done with that, man.
The soil report went public.
They shut the place down. End of story.
It's a little more complicated than that.
Anyway, Zeitlin is here at the hotel
with his muscle guy, tan suit.
The guy you popped in the nose?
Yeah, and they're up to something, I don't know what.
I overheard them in the can,
but I think they mean someone harm.
And I want to find out why.
I don't know what to do here.
Oh, I thought maybe call your techie friends.
Shh, shh, shh.
Come here.
Listen, you're my partner, you're my best friend,
but this is insanity, Hank.
I love you to death, man, but you cannot be here.
Look, I'm not going anywhere near that wedding.
I lost Gretch, I know that.
But if I don't pursue whatever the hell's going down here,
I'm gonna be licking the bottom
of a bottle of Scotch within an hour.
Do you understand? Okay, okay, yeah.
I get it.
I'll call them.
You do what you got to do, but I got to sit this one out.
I can't go barking up this particular tree, man.
Not right now.
Not with Katie the way I think she is.
I'm sorry.
Okay, I'm gonna-- I'm gonna head back.
You're gonna be okay?
Yeah, of course.
All right.
Hey, and you'll call if--
Yeah, without hesitation.
Hi.
I'd like a room please,
if there's, uh, anything available.
I think we can arrange that.
Will this be single occupancy? Yes.
Um, is the ambassador suite available for tonight?
I'm afraid not. It's been booked.
Oh, okay.
Can I get something as close to there as possible please?
We can do that.
Gunt: Look, I'm telling you, Bentham knew
what he was talking about with the Panopticon.
Swift: Watch the interior, jackass--
You sound like a fascist.
Hey, man. How's it going?
Hey. Park it out front, all right?
Thanks, man.
Hank: Hey, guys, thanks for coming.
We don't have a lot of time.
There's a meeting happening in the room
directly below us, and I want to bug it.
Oh, who are we bugging?
Do you care?
No.
Blodgett: I need some of that packing stuff.
Swift: I don't have any.
We'll be up and running in about 5 minutes.
Hey, help me with this.
One, two, three.
You got it? Swift: Where's the board?
(applause)
(string quartet playing)
Hey, they did invite us to the reception, too, right?
Yeah.
Oh, they wouldn't seat us
at different tables, though, would they?
Hey, you know what I don't want at our wedding?
Waste.
You can get envelopes, little cards,
numbers on them, telling you where to sit.
People are gonna throw them away as soon as they look at them.
I'd rather just say, "Hey, you, sit there."
Yeah, the direct approach. That's right.
Sort of like if I were to say, "Hey, you pregnant?"
Like that.
Hey, you pregnant?
No.
Where'd you get that idea?
I found a--I found a box to a pregnancy test in the trash.
What were you doing going through the trash?
I wasn't going through the trash.
I wasn't looking for food. I just--I saw it.
Yeah, that was a false alarm.
No spring baby.
Okay.
Oh, hey, look, more cards.
Cards to tell you where to go,
cards to tell you when you got there.
Waste.
You disappointed?
A little.
You relieved?
Yeah.
To Gretchen and Jason.
Let's get sauced.
Okay, here are our three options.
First off, we got a remote operator.
Basically Gunt parked
on the other side of the pool with a shotgun mic.
We'll get sound, but not always reliably.
Second option.
We take the bug, snake it down through a vent.
We'll get great sound, no directional control.
Or? Or this.
Picture, audio.
One problem.
We'd have to somehow get it into the room.
Room service, please.
Which one of you looks most like a waiter?
It's called non-repeating route signature code, okay?
And I think you should be on board for this.
I'm talking to Marriott. They're interested.
I'm talking to Westin. They're interested.
You guys should get on this 100%.
It's a firewall, okay?
It's a honey pot.
It's a search-and-destroy nuclear missile
against any sort of incoming malware, computer virus,
Trojan horse, any of that stuff.
(knocking on door)
They already brought a coffee.
Compliments of the hotel, sir.
Where can I set up?
And how are you today, sir?
Enjoying your stay with us, I trust?
Burke: Just leave the food, please.
Can we get some more of those pastries you ordered?
Blodgett: You know this guy?
Hank: Yeah, we had coffee once.
Blodgett: What, he piss you off or something?
He threatened my life.
Had my friend killed, I'm pretty sure.
Oh, who's this? Ben: Hi, I'm Ben Zeitlin.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Laura: Laura Ross.
Ben: Have a seat.
Would you care for some coffee?
Laura: Sure. Thank you.
She's a freelance journalist.
A few pieces for local papers but mostly online.
Lately, she's been writing about Old Town Ocean Beach
and how it's being bought up by something called
the Terra Nuestra Investment Group.
Most people have been willing to sell.
It's the slums of O.B.
but she says a few of them have been forced out
with lawsuits and eminent domain decrees.
Well, in her column this week,
she IDs the mover and shaker behind it all, Ben Zeitlin.
I do appreciate
you sitting for this interview, Mr. Zeitlin.
I'm curious about a series of land sales
and political initiatives over the last couple of years.
Let me stop you there.
Um, I've read your articles, Miss Ross.
They have the narrative punch of all good fiction.
You deny there's a land grab going on
in Old Town Ocean Beach?
I deny even being aware of an allegation of it
until you named me
as a chief conspirator, of course.
But what gives you the idea
that I have anything to do with what you're alleging?
Your fingerprints are not entirely well hidden.
A former clerk from your law office
registered the Terra Nuestra Investment Group
as a corporation
with the County Clerk 5 years ago.
You're one of San Diego's most powerful attorneys.
And if I was going to attempt to steal land
through illegal channels, I'd use you to do it.
I'm not that powerful.
San Diego's not that small a town.
Who else is behind Terra Nuestra?
And what are they planning to do
with all the land they've amassed?
What alarms me is that so much of the information
that you've gathered couldn't possibly
have just been stumbled upon if you follow me.
So I'm curious.
What--what pointed you
in my direction in the first place?
Would you mind if we spoke off the record briefly, Miss Ross?
All right.
Miss Ross, I apologize.
I have no intention of giving you an interview.
I've met with you as a courtesy.
You have a source, most likely from my office
and possibly local government, who's feeding you information.
Am I right? I have many sources.
I'm a reporter. Hmm.
See, I don't have much respect
for Internet journalism, frankly.
But that doesn't mean that people don't read it.
You have a source.
I'd like to know who it is.
You want me to reveal my source to you?
I do. Yes, I would.
I don't think so.
If you cooperate, I can help you.
Help me how?
Well, disclosure of some of the information
in your articles may be a violation of federal law.
I could keep you out of jail.
I've heard that dance before.
I could also refrain from suing you for libel
for some of the things you've written about me.
And I can ask Mr. Burke, before he calls the police,
to remove the heroin from the trunk of your car.
Oh, Miss Ross, do you see how far you've let
your imagination run away with this story?
I'm kidding.
He's not kidding.
Come on, what can they do to her?
They're in a hotel full of people.
Yeah, tell that to Bobby Kennedy, all right?
Really?
That's too soon? Okay, you know what?
This place is sturdy, guys, okay?
They can't hear us. We can't hear them.
Let's see if she's in the phone book.
Maybe we can call that cell phone.
No, there's no phone book for cell phones.
You do live in the dark ages, man.
Move over.
You think she gets e-mail on that thing?
With a little shuck-and-jive,
I can even make it show up as a text.
You know what you want to say?
I don't want to deliver a lecture
on journalistic ethics
any more than you want to listen to one.
The press, as it's now known,
is anyone with a modem and a grievance,
so I don't see how you could possibly be bound
by conventional obligations to your source.
Is something wrong?
No.
Tell you what.
If the old rules are off, I'll go quid pro quo with you.
You tell me what you're up to in Ocean Beach,
and I'll let you know my source.
Well, I'm just a lawyer, Miss Ross.
I'm not up to anything.
Terra Nuestra, I've learned, is in closet negotiations
with the Montague Group, whom you represent,
to appropriate some condemned property
that they were trying to build on.
I'm told Terra Nuestra's picking it up for a song.
If you do represent Terra Nuestra,
you're in clear ethical violation
with the Montague Group.
More importantly, if this became public,
I can think of a dozen roadblocks
that would go up overnight.
Citizens' groups, environmental committees,
10 years of red tape.
So what are you planning to do
with those thousands of acres of toxic land?
It's not toxic, damn it, shut up.
Are you gonna tell me who your source is or not?
(cell phone vibrating)
Miss Ross?
No, I will not.
Uh.
Very well.
All I can do is ask.
Pretty snazzy, huh?
$5,000 just to save one
the actual effort of opening the door.
Your mother, Eileen, she lives near here, alone.
She suffers from diabetes and hypertension.
In a few minutes, two people will park
across from her home on Lambert Street.
Within 30 seconds, they can be inside it.
Hey, how do you turn up the volume on these things?
He's threatening her.
They will hold her down and insert a needle here,
beneath her fingernail.
Within 15 seconds, she'll be in cardiac arrest.
She'll be brain-dead in 2 minutes.
All we need is a name, Miss Ross.
For the very first time, please welcome
Mr. and Mrs. Jason and Gretchen Adler!
(orchestra playing)
Hey, how long do we have to stay here?
Gretchen and Jason just got here.
So we have to stay for the entree?
Oh, man.
I just want to go home, crack open a beer
and hang out with my girlfriend.
Your fiancÃ©?
What?
You just called me your girlfriend,
and we're engaged, right?
Sorry. It's force of habit.
It's all right.
I just thought I got demoted there.
I still can't believe
how much time and money they spent.
Somebody whose job it is to print this shit,
just so we know to sit here.
You know what, babe.
We don't have to have a wedding
if you don't want one.
No. Wait, no.
I want to have a wedding.
I just--I don't want all this bullshit, you know?
Let's dance.
I don't want to dance.
I want to.
(cell phone vibrating)
Miss Ross, any change of feeling about your source?
You got about 5 minutes
before I have to move on to my next meeting.
Why don't we wrap this up before that?
(orchestral music playing)
Hey, you two.
Hey! Congratulations!
Oh, it was gorgeous.
Thanks so much for coming.
Jason: We're really happy that you're here, seriously.
Have you guys made some friends at your table, or--
Yeah, you know, we met, um, uh, a lot of good people.
Hey, I thought you were gonna get a tux.
I felt safer in the suit.
Look at you. You look beautiful.
Oh, stop. But you are just--
Ah.
You okay?
Is she okay? Whoa.
Wow. Yeah.
Um, uh, you know maybe she ate something bad.
Not here.
Excuse me.
(cell phone vibrating)
May I step outside for a minute?
I need some air.
Certainly, Miss Ross.
You can dip your feet in the Jacuzzi if you like.
Just leave your bag, please.
Hank: I'm right above you.
Did they threaten you?
Someone close to you?
Ben: Miss Ross?
Look, just leave my mother out of this.
You don't need to go to 517 Lambert Street.
I will tell you what you need to know.
Hey, I got a job for you guys.
Write this down.
Hey, you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
No, you're not. Yeah.
You're pregnant.
Why did you lie?
I don't want to talk about this right now.
Why are you mad at me? I don't know.
You found the test a week ago, and you only tell me now.
Why would I be mad?
Don't--don't make this about me.
Katie, are you-- are you pregnant or not?
Why did you lie to me?
(Katie whispering)
Britt: Oh, Jesus.
(chair clattering)
(dog barking)
Hi, Mrs. Ross.
Uh, your daughter Laura sent us.
Yeah, we're friends of hers from work.
Ben: Miss Ross, I have to go.
Give me the name of your source
or I will just have to leave you alone with Mr. Burke.
Robert Jillert.
Robert Jillert is my source. Ben: Who is that?
Laura: He works in the office of records downtown.
I don't know--
Uh, yes, business and residential.
San Diego. Robert Jillert.
So threatening old ladies is part of your business practice?
Burke: I'll send someone over.
That land must be very valuable to you.
What are you building on it?
You should stop talking.
It was--
I was really drunk.
I can't even really barely remember anything about it,
except I just woke up, wanting to take it all back.
I mean, Britt, I wish so much that--
You can't take it back, Katie. You can't undo this.
Who was it, who was it, who was it?
It doesn't matter. Bullshit!
Don't tell me it doesn't matter!
It matters! Who was it?
Nobody.
It's not like I like him.
It just happened.
What the hell does that mean, it just happened?
Did you pick him up?
Is this somebody you know?
Is it-- Why are you protecting him?
I'm protecting you. I don't need your protection!
Baby, I would do anything.
I would do anything, Britt.
I would do anything for you.
I'd do anything to take it back, and I can't.
And I just--I love you.
I love you.
I just-- Oh, God, I'm so scared.
You lied to me and I tell you everything.
I tell you everything.
Why? Why?
I didn't want to hurt you.
Why did you do it? What did I do wrong?
I don't know, I've been trying to figure it out.
Are you bored?
What's wrong? What did I do?
If you love me, then tell me.
Tell me why.
'Cause you're not ready.
You're not ready for any of this.
I can tell. You're not ready for me.
You marry me, and you'd hate me.
And you'd hate your life.
You're not ready.
(Katie sobbing)
There's your key.
Go home, Katie.
I want you to--I want you to go to school on Monday.
I want you to stay there all day,
'cause I don't want you at the place
when I come by and grab my shit.
I'll be gone by the afternoon.
And then what?
Just know that I always loved you.
I love you more than anything.
(Katie sobbing)
And I never want to see you again.
I don't understand why I can't just call Laura.
Yeah, I don't think she's gonna pick up.
But she's fine, okay?
She just needs to know that you're okay.
I feel like I'm being kidnapped.
Ma'am, if that were true,
we'd be the world's shittiest kidnappers.
Just as long as you have me home by 6:00 for dinner.
Hank?
Yeah, yeah, we got her.
Good.
Uh, yes, I need hotel security.
Hotel security. Open the door, please.
Can I help you?
Good afternoon, sir. Hotel security.
We have a report of a woman screaming in here.
Screaming?
Miss Ross, were you screaming and somehow we missed it?
Not that I recall.
Would you mind if we take a quick look, sir?
Not at all. Thank you.
Well, I think that wraps up
all the questions I have for you, Mr. Zeitlin.
Thank you for your time.
It was my pleasure. Let me walk you out.
Oh, no, that's all right.
I'll let these gentlemen escort me.
Sorry to bother you, sir.
That's all right.
Just out of curiosity, who phoned in the report?
Another hotel guest.
Must have heard a TV or something.
Again, our apologies.
Ma'am?
Ben: Didn't you sweep this place?
Burke: Twice. Ben: Well, somebody is listening.
Just keep walking. They're coming.
You, who are you?
I'll tell you about that later. My mom?
She's with some friends of mine.
She's fine, but you're not.
Come on, this way. Go.
Come on, Britt, answer, answer.
I tried that source of yours, Robert Jillert,
but he wouldn't pick up.
He's not my source.
He's a guy I know at the Office of Records.
He's on a cruise for the next month.
Oh, you can think on your feet.
So can you.
On that subject, what's your story?
I'm a private detective.
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.
Excuse me. Um, which way is the ballroom?
just go straight--
Great. Thanks. Come on.
(guests applauding)
(classical music playing)
Whose wedding is this?
Beats me.
Do you have any money on you?
Not much.
Really?
I'll be in touch.
Thank you. Don't.
I wouldn't have gotten through this day without you.
Excuse me. Please take care of this lady.
Take her wherever she needs to go.
Okay.
Mr. Zeitlin.
Mr. Dolworth.
Well, this is a surprise.
Last time we met, as I recall,
you almost gave Mr. Burke here a deviated septum.
There's a name for guys who punch and run.
Independent contractor.
There's a name for guys like you, too,
but I promised Father Michael I wouldn't use that word.
What are you doing here?
Surveillance work.
My ex-wife used to make that face all the time.
Your conversation from today, picture, and sound.
Now you can have this copy if you like.
I gave one to Miss Ross and one to my partner.
God only knows where they are now.
If you go after Laura,
this disc becomes very, very public.
It's good to see you again, Mr. Dolworth.
Likewise.
Ow! Damn it.
Oh.
I hit you harder.
Goddamn.
Oh, shit.
Britt.
What happened, man?
You turned your phone off?
Where's Katie?
I don't want to talk about it.
What happened to you?
Usual. Come on, man.
Let's just get the hell out of here.
Let's go.
What's that?
A bluff.
Brother, we got ourselves a case.
Zeitlin's planning on buying up half this town.
We might be the only two sons of bitches
who know anything about it.
Your place or mine?
I need a drink more than ever in my life.
I don't.
* Hell, no, son Ain't got to get the gun *
* Seen a lot of 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 30 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 *