announcer: 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?
Keep walking. They're coming.
You? 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.
Hank: What did you do? Katie: I got drunk.
Hank: Who was it? Katie: 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.
Hank: The kid you pummeled,
she didn't sleep with him.
How do you know? Because Katie 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 walked away.
You walk away. Walk away, Hank. Walk away from me.
Walk away!
Okay, so this is what we know so far.
6 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 midgets 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's 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.
I'd hoped that it would buy me 5 minutes of your time.
Good.
You've gotten yourself into a bit of a trouble, Mr. Pollack.
The charges against you are serious.
I think that I can help you.
If you're interested.
* 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 *
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'll 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 some time, 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.
I had to hit the street and cash some of those bearer bonds out.
What kind of shitty rate did you get?
50 cents on the dollar?
Maggie: Uh-uh.
Mm-hmm.
Okay.
Thanks, dear.
So which do you want first?
The 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.
What? 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'll 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.
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.
Laura has an inside source, an informant.
Who? I can't tell you.
(urinating)
(toilet flushing)
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 got to 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 that you did
about the sushi restaurant serving the whale meat?
That made me throw up.
Kudos.
Thanks.
Councilman Albrecht-- Okay, we got to 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.
5 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.
Laura: 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.
Is he gonna be okay?
I'd say it's 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?
2 weeks ago I would have said
probably no way, but I got to 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.
Isn't it?
5 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
anything 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 6 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's gone 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 and 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 here
'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 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 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,
pretend 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 likes fabric softener, irons her own shirts,
Ringo's her favorite Beatle.
Attitude, Mr. Pollack.
We were at the Laundromat.
She didn't voluntarily share 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'll order an appetizer, a nice bottle of Pinot Noir,
I'll grill her before the entree can sober her up.
I'll keep the bill to under 100 dollars.
I don't want you to think I'm taking advantage,
not of you anyway.
As you might imagine my conversations with Mr. Burke
don't go quite like this.
Okay, 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.
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 made me a worker bee I got to work fast, though.
He knows the disk was a bluff.
What's he have you doing?
Shh.
Britt: Tracking this chick named Ashley.
Works in his office.
I think she's a top candidate
to be Laura's source. Is she?
Hank: I don't know. It's all on the DL.
Anonymous emails, et cetera. 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.
Well, how the hell am I--
Hello? Hank.
Asshole.
I think this is our missing page.
Plans for an airport.
In Pu-San, South Korea.
It's a dead end.
Maybe.
Maybe not.
Jason, is this a coast line?
East coast of Korea, I guess.
Do either of you have 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.
They're 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 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, 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 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.
(knocking on door)
Britt: Yo, open up.
Hey.
Glad you're here.
Hey, listen...
probably gonna see your girl tonight.
No, it's not her.
There'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's very serious.
She is.
You smell like a girl.
What?
Did you...?
(cell phone ringing)
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. Okay.
Turn around.
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.
Britt: Hank! Hank!
Yeah?
Oh, no.
Oh, God.
Gretchen.
Laura.
Laura! Laura!
Are you sure you don't want wine or something?
I have a bottle open.
Uh, 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.
I 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?
(phone ringing)
But you have to keep in mind,
Britt is not Hank.
Hello?
Yes, this is Mrs. Adler.
Who's calling?
Hank: Hey, I can't find her anywhere.
Here's my thing.
How did they know they switched the meet?
Did they have somebody staking 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.
If so, she should come forward.
Look, this is nothing more than a holdup gone south.
People just picked the wrong night
to buy their booze.
Where's Mark? Is he on duty tonight?
Gustafson has been put on temporary suspension
and review since his partner's arrest.
What? He didn't do-
We're not going there, okay?
If you've got more to add to this,
you're gonna give it to me.
(siren wailing)
Hey, Robledo, how you doing, man?
Hey.
You guys get an ID on that female victim yet?
Please, man. This is important.
Melody Ferris, La Jolla resident.
There was this card in her wallet said
she was a lawyer downtown.
Zeitlin and Associates?
Yeah.
Hey, listen.
My guess is Laura saw something and took off.
Where to?
To find someone who would 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 sorry.
You know, it's against my every instinct
as a business man 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.
* 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 *
* Ten 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 *