Terriers s01e05 Episode Script

Previously on Terriers: ROBERT: I need you to do this.
HANK: Do what exactly? ROBERT: Steal a quarter of a million dollars from me.
I've told my wife everything you need to know.
JOSEPHINE: Here are the plans of the building.
HANK: What do we get in return? JOSEPHINE: 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.
JOSEPHINE: The man who killed your friend, his name is William Kewen.
HANK: Who paid you, man? I want a name.
Guy approached me.
Tan suit, shades.
BRITT: They're preparing the plane.
HANK: We can't let this run its course.
BRITT: Hey, where the hell are you going?! ROBERT: What are you doing here? I gave you the name of the guy.
HANK: We want the name of the guy who paid him-- the dude in the tan suit with big chunky glasses.
ROBERT: Just don't tell the police.
BRITT: Get in the car.
ROBERT: I'll be back.
Get in the plane.
HANK: What is this? ROBERT: Some Montague documents that I wasn't supposed to see.
HANK: Hey! Lindus! Lindus! BRITT: What's the story with those papers? HANK: What does this mean? What do these numbers mean? What does this graph mean? ROBERT: They were doing all sorts of tests on the earth at the construction site.
HANK: Gustafson.
He has to hear all this.
BRITT: I just want to know what our options are, man.
HANK: Oh! Come on, Lindus, Lindus, Lindus, come on, come on.
This dude's dead.
MARK: So where is he? HANK: Who? MARK: 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): 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: 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.
San Diego.
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 MARK: That lady there-- you know who she is? Mrs.
Robert Lindus.
Boy, she's been telling us a hell of a story.
BRITT: Yeah, about what, her sorority days at Kappa Alpha? MARK: That you and your partner kidnapped her husband this afternoon right in front of her eyes.
BRITT: 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.
MARK: 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? BRITT: What do you want me to say? Where's Hank at? (door opening) Detective, may I see you? MARK: Captain, can you just give me one moment, please? Now, if you don't mind.
(door closes) MARK: Don't go anywhere.
(door opening and closing) JOSEPHINE: It's okay, sweetie, all right.
Daddy's going to be okay.
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.
MARK: Yes, sir.
HANK: Hey, Mark 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 profiled slam dunk conviction that just strode 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.
Just tell me what you know.
HANK: All right.
MARK: All right.
HANK: All right.
MARK: All right.
HANK: 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.
MARK: Why? HANK: 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.
MARK: Okay.
Danger from who? HANK: He didn't say.
He was just scared.
And he, uh 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.
MARK: Wait, where? HANK: Sixth and Milan.
MARK: No, no, no, 'cause we went through that place with a fine-tooth comb.
HANK: Well, not fine enough.
He had a wall safe.
MARK: (sighs) Jesus Christ.
You bailed him out.
HANK: Oh, no, no, the wife did.
We only supplied the money.
MARK: For God's sake, why would you do something so stupid, Hank?! 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.
MARK: Then why don't you think of a reason why I shouldn't arrest you right now for burglary.
HANK: I can think of three.
MARK: 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.
MARK: That's good.
HANK: Mm-hmm.
MARK: That's good.
You have no idea where he is? HANK: I don't.
Mark, I got you out there than I can riding a bench in here.
MARK: All right, you two are free to go.
I got nothing to hold you on.
He told me what you did.
BRITT: What'd you tell him we did? HANK: What we did.
MARK: Okay, can you take these fellas home, please? JOSEPHINE: 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.
MARK: 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? 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.
(garbled radio transmission) BRITT: We are so HANK: Hey, what's that over there? That's kind of cool.
BRITT: What are we going to do? HANK: For lunch? I don't know, whatever you want.
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? BRITT: We got to get rid of Lindus' corpse, man, fast.
If we don't, we're going to catch a murder rap.
HANK: 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.
BRITT: Right, okay, so he died in an accident, but we got to make it look like he died in a different accident.
STEPH: What? HANK: Where are you? STEPH: Here.
HANK: Are you okay? STEPH: Yeah, I'm hungry, though.
You guys were gone a long time.
BRITT: Uh, Hank.
HANK: Yeah.
Honey, w-what are you doing with an ice pick? STEPH: Just taking care of the body in the tub.
HANK: 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.
HANK: You didn't tell her what you needed the ice for, did you? STEPH: Don't be stupid.
You guys didn't kill him, did you? HANK: No, no, Steph, he got hit by a car.
STEPH: 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.
BRITT: I didn't know you had an ice pick.
HANK: I drank for years.
Yeah, I have an ice pick.
STEPH: Why not just leave him on the side of the road somewhere? HANK: 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.
BRITT: Could just throw his body off the Coronado Bridgeffs himself? Sorry, bad idea.
HANK: It's not bad.
STEPH: Remember Mr.
Pickering? Tenth-grade English, taught Moby Dick.
HANK: 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? HANK: 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.
STEPH: I got to skip my final.
BRITT: Hey, you know that ravine over on HANK AND BRITT: 7A.
HANK: Yes, I was thinking the same thing.
Hey, how you feeling? Are those meds kicking in yet? STEPH: A little bit.
They make me sleepy at first.
HANK: Why don't you go get some rest.
STEPH: You don't need help with the body? BRITT: No, it's all right.
HANK: No, we're good.
BRITT: Thanks.
STEPH: 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.
BRITT: We should get started.
HANK: Yeah, let's do it.
(Britt grunts and groans) BRITT: Oh, man.
HANK: Did his feet get bigger? (both grunting) (keys jangling) HANK: All right, there it is.
Oh, yeah, hold on a sec.
(zipping sleeping bag) HANK: Whew.
(crickets chirping) (gates creak open) This is Charlie-17 sitting patrol at the Lindus residence.
The front gate just opened.
We're going to check it out.
(keypad beeps, alarm blaring) Possible intruder in the (alarm continues blaring) (liquid sloshing) BRITT: Hey, you want a swig of this, hmm? HANK: 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? BRITT: Yeah, uh, uh if you are.
HANK: Okay.
(radio clicks on) BRITT: What station do you think he listens to? HANK: Why does that matter? BRITT: I'm trying to make it as realistic as possible.
HANK: 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) BRITT: Shit, his phone's still connected to the car.
HANK: Wait, what the hell's that? BRITT: It's the Bluetooth.
HANK: Well, turn it off! BRITT: I'm trying.
MAN (over phone): Lindus.
BRITT: Shit.
MAN: Lindus? Bobby? Listen, we just want the report back.
Bobby, you there? BRITT (deep-voiced): Yes.
(dial tone) (smooth jazz plays on radio) BRITT: 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? HANK: Yeah, 'cause I don't have to anything.
BRITT: All right.
HANK: Wait! Wait! Wait.
Seriously, let me just think for one second.
(smooth jazz playing on radio) BRITT: Done thinking? HANK: 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 gonna go after the wife and he kids for the scientific mambo jumbo stuff on that papers.
We can't do that to them.
It's going to put them in harm's way.
BRITT: 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.
HANK: Okay.
Wait! (car door opens) Just one second.
Wait, wait, wait.
BRITT: Ow, come on now.
What are you doing? HANK: I'm getting his wallet.
BRITT: Why? HANK: Reasons! BRITT: Okay, here it goes.
HANK: God forgive us! (smooth jazz continues playing) (thudding) (glass breaking, music stops) (crickets chirping) (loon calling) BRITT: Huh.
HANK: What were you thinking? It would explode? (Britt sighs) BRITT: I was kind of hoping, yeah.
HANK: Come on.
Let's go.
JOSEPHINE: 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.
JOSEPHINE: I have no idea how I could.
I saw you kidnap my husband, throw him into your truck.
HANK: 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.
JOSEPHINE: Then I guess I should also thank you for stealing my town car last night.
BRITT: Well, we advised your husband on how to do that.
HANK: 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.
JOSEPHINE: Former associates of my husband? HANK: That's right.
JOSEPHINE: One of them came to see me this morning.
Asked me where he was.
HANK: Tall man with short, cropped gray hair? JOSEPHINE: 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) HANK: Steph?! Come on, Steph, we got to go.
Come on, sis! Chop-chop.
STEPH: I don't want to go back to the hospital.
HANK: I'm not taking you back to the hospital, but I got to take you somewhere.
STEPH: Where? HANK: I'm not sure exactly yet.
STEPH: Why? HANK: 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! KATIE: I don't really get why you can't just tell me.
BRITT: Uh, baby, because it's one of those things where the less you know the better.
KATIE: Oh, yeah.
Better for me, or better for you? BRITT: Better for the both of us Just spend the night at a friend's house.
It's one night.
GRETCHEN: Oh, my God, Stephanie.
When did you get in town? Why didn't you tell me you had a houseguest? HANK: I didn't know myself.
GRETCHEN: Can I get either of you something to drink? STEPH: You have any diet, caffeine-free root beer? GRETCHEN: Sorry.
How about water? STEPH: Mm.
This place is much nicer than Hank's.
HANK: No, it is.
It is.
I'm just curious.
Is it designed for people to live in, or just to shoot perfume ads? GRETCHEN: It's interesting.
I know.
Jason designed the place himself.
It used to be two different apartments.
Hence, the high ceiling.
HANK: Sorry, Steph.
No attic.
STEPH: And Jason is your boyfriend? GRETCHEN: Well, he's my, um HANK: Fiancé.
I told her you were getting married again.
GRETCHEN: 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 STEPH: I'm in the room.
I can hear you.
He thinks bad men are after us.
HANK: Yeah, well, Britt and I are in a bit of a pickle.
GRETCHEN: You haven't done anything illegal? HANK: 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.
GRETCHEN: We'll be fine.
Go.
HANK: Thank you.
You can read Proust, all right? STEPH: Hmm.
HANK: Oh, and say thank you to, um GRETCHEN: Jason.
HANK: Jason.
Jason.
First things 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.
BRITT: What if somebody found his body already? HANK: No.
We would have heard about it on the news.
(woman's voice over radio) Can I help you? HANK: 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.
HANK: No.
I suppose you can't.
(sighs) Very good, Mr.
Lindus.
Mm-hm.
(machine chirps) Sorry, Mr.
L.
This card's been canceled.
HANK: Oh, I guess we're gonna have to pay th cash, then.
Uh, can I have that 20 back, please? What 20? HANK: Hmm.
(loud rock music coming from other room) HANK: I'm gonna try Mags again.
(touch tones sounding) BRITT: Deepest shit of our lives, we can't even get our lawyer on the phone.
(phone ringing through) BRITT: Gonna miss yoga today, too.
MAGGIE: You've reached the law offices of HANK: Come on, Mags! Where are you?! BRITT: Have you ever been in shit this deep before? HANK: Yeah, one time.
I was in a septic tank, so it was right up to here.
BRITT: Hey, hey, hey.
HANK: That's him.
That's the man who killed Mickey Gosney.
BRITT: Pretty fast line they got on Lindus' 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) (radio stations changing) BRITT: I don't get it.
Still nothing.
Doesn't anybody hike around here? (truck doors close) (elevator bell dings) (elevator bell dings, doors open) (Muzak playing) (elevator bell dings, doors open) (phone chimes) (texting) (elevator bell dings, doors open) (phone rings) Zeitlin & Associates.
One moment, please.
(phone rings) Zeitlin & Associates.
One moment, please.
May I help you? HANK: 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? (phone rings) Ben Zeitlin.
Zeitlin & Associates.
BEN: Pleasure.
Good afternoon.
BEN: Mind if we step inside for a few minutes? Please.
(phone rings) (door opens) Here you are, sir.
BEN: That's two percent milk, right, Mirabelle, like Mr.
Dolworth asked for? MIRABELLE: Yes, it is, Mr.
Zeitlin.
BEN: Thank you, Mirabelle.
HANK: Thanks.
(door closes) BEN: Did I make proper introductions? Mr.
Dolworth, this is Mr.
Burke, who works for me.
HANK: Hmm, in what capacity? BEN: 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.
HANK: And what is it that you do for a living, Mr.
Zeitlin, to provide such nice offices with this view? BEN: Oh, I'm just a lawyer, and I'd like to represent you, Mr.
Dolworth, as well as your partner Mr.
Pollack.
HANK: I'm sorry, you'd like to be our lawyer? BEN: 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.
HANK: Yeah, we nabbed Lindus.
BEN: Did he pay you to do that? HANK: No, we just couldn't stand the douche bag getting away with what he had done.
(Ben laughs) BEN: 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.
HANK: I'm fine.
BEN: Where did you take him-- Lindus-- after you impeded his flight from justice? HANK: I can't tell you that.
BEN: Why not? HANK: 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.
BEN: Margaret Levritz, I know, a fine attorney and a proud mother of a newborn as of early this morning, I understand.
HANK: 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 investors behind that development, but I'm not sure to what you're referring.
HANK: 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.
BEN (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' 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 fiancé.
HANK: Congratulations.
You can Google and use a digital camera.
What do you want? BEN: Well, we want the pedological report Mr.
Lindus stole from us back and we want you to get it for us.
(elevator be (Muzak playing) HANK: I used to be a cop.
Did you know that? Oh, yeah, of course you know that 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.
(laughs) 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 (laughs) It turns out he was trying to mug this woman coming out of a kickboxing class.
BURKE: A kickboxing class? HANK: 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.
BRITT: Gift, gift, gift, gift, gift, gift.
HANK: Hey.
MAGGIE: Hey, where have you guys been? HANK: 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.
MAGGIE: Yeah, you return calls when you're in your 17th hour of labor.
BRITT: Is he-- or she? Is this okay that we're? MAGGIE: This is Harrison.
You want to meet him, hmm? (Harrison cooing) BRITT: What's up? MAGGIE: So what's new with you guys? You staying out of trouble? I told you, I told you this was too big for you.
HANK: Yeah, and we're on board with that.
Do you know Zeitlin? MAGGIE: Only by reputation.
He knows who I am? HANK: Yeah, a we give 'em what they want, they get away with what they're doing out there.
BRITT: Yeah, if we don't, they might kill us.
MAGGIE: Yeah, if you do, they still might kill you.
All right, you do or you don't know where Lindus is? HANK: We have an idea.
MAGGIE: All right, and this report that they want-- don't tell me where, but do you know where it is? HANK (quietly): Yeah.
MAGGIE: Give it to them.
HANK: Well, and then what? MAGGIE: Take a vacation and quite possibly never come back.
BRITT: We're never going home again, are we? (knocking) JASON: Hey, Hank, how are you? HANK: Jason, good to see you.
JASON: 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.
HANK: Well, that's Steph.
Uh, listen, I'm sorry, I'm in a real rush.
Do you-- where is she? Hello, ladies.
Steph.
JASON: Gretchen said that Steph had a scholarship to MIT way back when.
HANK: 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? GRETCHEN: What is this? HANK: Uh GRETCHEN: 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.
HANK: How do you know that? GRETCHEN: It's my job, Hank.
Benzene is a carcinogen found in crude oil and gasoline.
This test cites levels at Do you know what that means? Tell him, Jason.
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.
GRETCHEN: Hank, you have to show this to someone.
(inhales loudly) HANK: Jason, will you excuse us for just-- I'm sorry-- one second, please? JASON: Yeah.
Sure.
HANK: I can't, Gretchen.
I can't.
GRETCHEN: Someone's trying to cover this up.
HANK: If I do, I'm pretty sure I'll be killed.
And I probably won't be the only one.
I can't.
HANK: You know what this reminds me of? The time we had to climb down the ravine to the car we crashed with the dead guy inside.
BRITT: Oh, shit.
It flipped.
(panting) HANK: What do you think? Can you get in? (Britt panting) BRITT: We'll see.
(Britt sighs) (sighs) (flies buzzing) Aah! God! Aah! It smells like your bedroom in here! HANK: That was a one-night thing.
Quit bragging about it.
(flies buzzing) (soft grunt) (flies continue buzzing) (grunts) BRITT: You sure about this? HANK: Yup.
There's only one man around not afraid to go public with that report.
(engine starts) HANK (with funny accent): Hey, yeah, is this the police? Listen, man, I was, likeI 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-it had a license plate number-- 2SAQ881.
It's real serious.
You should check really check it out.
BRITT: You've never been stoned in your life, have you? HANK: Looking at me, you'd think yes.
Police received an anonymous ti 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 MARK: But you can't believe everything that you hear in the press.
BRITT: Hey, Detective.
HANK: Mark, what are you doing here? You do not like social gathering places.
MARK: 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.
BRITT: I've been saying that all day.
HANK: Well, Sheriff, are you going to join us, or are you just gonna stand there waiting for someone to draw? (Mark sighs) MARK: You do know 911 records all of its calls, right? HANK: Mm.
MARK (imitating Hank): "It's, like, half a mile past that mini-mart where I bought those stale Oreos once.
" HANK: 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.
MARK: Tell me one thing, Hank.
HANK: Uh, it's unleaded.
MARK: Lindus.
Tell me you didn't.
HANK: Mark, as much as I would love to say that we did we didn't.
(Hank sighs) MARK: 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.
BRITT: Whoa! HANK: Wow.
Heaven and earth BEN: The financial group behind the Montague development who bankrolled 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) HANK: Thanks again.
It shouldn't be your burden to take care of the sister of your fiancée's ex.
JASON: Oh, I'm happy to do it.
Uh, and thank you for doing the right thing.
HANK: I didn't do anything.
You know, we were just lucky that there was another copy of the soil report around.
JASON: I know Gretchen will be sorry she missed you.
She wanted to say thanks, too, but HANK: Hey, you all set? JASON: Nice meeting you, Steph.
Hey, we should get a beer some time, or Oh.
You don't HANK: Don't sweat it.
I know what you mean.
Yeah.
Um, or something, right? Thank you.
GRETCHEN: You guys splitting without saying good-bye? HANK: I've been up all night.
I'm about to fall over.
GRETCHEN: Oh.
Come back and stay with us any time, okay? STEPH: Why? Everything's fixed now.
GRETCHEN: Go get some rest.
You did a good thing today.
HANK: They just found a report on a dead guy's body.
I had nothing GRETCHEN: I'm impressed.
If that counts for anything.
HANK: Hey, Gretch? GRETCHEN: Yeah? HANK: I still love you.
GRETCHEN: I don't know what I'm supposed to do with that.
HANK: I don't, either.
HANK: So, did you have a good time with, uh, Gretchen and Jason? STEPH: They're nice.
He's kind of boring.
Not as smart as he thinks he is.
(Hank chuckles) HANK: You're a good sister, Steph.
STEPH: I know.
That pedological study, for instance? HANK: Mm-hmm.
STEPH: That thing was total bullshit.
HANK: Yup.
Wait.
What?! STEPH: 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.
HANK: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What are you talking about? STEPH: 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? HANK: Not yet.
STEPH: What are we doing here? HANK: 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? STEPH: I don't know.
To keep 'em away, maybe.
You gonna tell anyone what they're really doing here? HANK: No, Steph.
The case is closed.