All language subtitles for Terriers - 01x13 - Hail Mary

Previously on Terriers...

You remember my daughter Elenore?
She's in some kind of trouble.

You and my dad were
always getting crocked together.

Detective, got a stiff down
at the docks, likely O.D.

I keep telling you,
Mickey was murdered.

I found a box to a pregnancy
test in the trash the other day.

Can you believe I'm
about to be a father?

I don't know who the father is.

Oh, Jesus, Katie.

Why did you do it...?

I don't know.
I don't know.

- You go to school with Katie Nichols?
- Yeah.

I guess he thought I was the one
you were stepping out with.

I'm so sorry.

Well, it's a good
thing you broke up with him,

'cause he's going away for a while.

You deny there's a landgrab
going on in Old Town Ocean Beach?

I noticed a blueprint
seemed out of place.

This is Ocean Beach.

They want to pave over Ocean
Beach and put in an airport.

- Go to Sam's Liquor, corner...
- Laura, I can't... Laura?

Hank!

We'll find who did
this, I promise you.

Doing some target practice?

Well, I'm gonna be surfing that
break out there, so if you could

just keep that baby south of the curl.

No worries, man.

You're not the dude I want to kill.

Cool.

You sure I can't
drop you at the club?

No. I'm carpooling
with Charmaigne.

Okay.

Remember, we have dinner
with the Hancocks. Yeah.

All right, all right.

Terrence and Lindsey?

No. Carly and Rich.

Oh. All right, oh.

I'll see you later.

All right.

Oh, man.

Shh.

Why are we being so quiet?

Shh.

Hey, any luck finding Laura?

No.
How's it going here?

Well, we already
found six bugs, so...

Three in the living room alone.

This is how they got to
the liquor store, Hank.

They were listening.

They knew where Jason and Laura
were going before we did.

Well, maybe we should
get them to sweep the truck.

Found this in the
truck, on the AM/FM.

You guys ever listen to 91.6?

We don't listen to classical.

You should.

You got a bug nearby, that
frequency will let you know.

Can you hear that slight
distortion in the violas?

Oh, are you strapped?

Yeah, just in case.

Do I get one?

No, because you're on bail,
and you have a hearing in an hour.

You don't want one.

Okay, you guys are all
clear, or at least as close

to all clear as I can figure.

I mean, I'm good, but whoever
did this is really good.

So, you can't be 100%
they're not still listening?

I mean, we could burn
your house down. Then we'd be 100%.

Or you can just keep listening
to Vivaldi until you sell the place.

Ah, we've been
in worse situations.

I can't think of any off the top
of my head, but they're there.

No, not like this.

I say we cut bait, hmm?

And not like before.

I mean, we cut bait, cut bait.

We grab our fishing pole, we go
down to San Felipe, and we throw

away our fishing pole.

San Felipe?

As in Mexico?

We're dead if we
stay in Ocean Beach.

I figure, our life expectancy
is between that of a fly and a

fly with a heart condition.

Don't they have, like,
extradition laws down there?

I'd be skipping bail
and the other thing.

Fleeing justice.

But I imagine you'd be so far
down the wanted list, they'd

never bother to try and pull you back.

Bounty wouldn't even cover
the cost of the flight.

You really think they're
gonna come gunning for us?

Zeitlin and Burke and whoever
else shot up that liquor store?

Hell, yeah.

We're the only two guys standing
between them and turning this

town into a tarmac.

Come on, get dressed.
You got to go see the D.A.

Why? What's the point if I'm
just gonna flee the country anyway?

Because he'll throw your ass
in the can for failure to appear.

Take your shower, deal with what
you got to deal with,

and I'll figure out
how to get us to Mexico.

If we do this, we're never
coming back here again, are we?

We'll be Mexicans for
the rest of our lives.

Or Costa Ricans or
Bahamians or Canadians.

I hate skiing.

Well, then the hell with Canada.

You know, we could just
pop Zeitlin in the skull.

Yeah, well, we'd definitely
get killed in the process too, so

there's that.

- All right, I'll see you at the thing.
- Yeah.

Take care of yourself, Britt.

Picasso.

You know, Hitler was a painter.

Yes.

And Jesus Christ was a carpenter, but
you don't hear me boasting about it.

Hey, I heard you
got, uh, benched.

Brehmer said it was S.O.P.
following Reynolds' arrest.

If that pants-shitting old man
said it was because I needed a haircut,

I would believe that, too.

He trying to push you out?

Oh, he's not trying
to groom me for captain.

You hear about the, uh, three
dead over at Sam's Liquor last night?

Yeah, it was a
holdup gone wrong, huh?

It was a hit, Mark.

One of the vics was
Gretchen's new husband.

You know they picked up a
couple suspects this morning.

Couple of illegals.

They couldn't sign
confessions fast enough.

Patsies probably, paid ones.

There's a witness no one seems
interested in finding: Laura Ross.

Your reporter friend?

Mm-hmm.

She was there?

Yeah.

Hmm.

All right.

Looks like my fence is gonna
get painted another day.

Two years?

Holy... I can't do two
years in prison, Maggie!

Worst case scenario,
a year's jail time.

I can't do a
year in prison, Maggie.

I know what you're thinking.

It crosses everyone's mind.

"Can I run?

Where would I go?

Is it worth it?"

Let me spell it out.

They may lose track of you for a
while, but they will not forget you.

Got it?

I got to report
in 48 hours, right?

That's the deal?

You beat that kid to a pulp.

I think it's a good deal.

They want an airport, Mark.

They want to put it right here.

That's what this is about.

They're turning O.B.
into a giant sinkhole, by hook or by crook.

And when they're done, they're
gonna pave over all of this.

They got Councilman Albrecht in their
pocket; I don't know who else.

That's why we have to find Laura Ross.

She can help bring this thing down.

She's out there somewhere.

All right, I'll put
some of my guys on it.

Keep it off the grid, just in case
that what you're saying is right.

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Where you going?

Got to go check up on Gretchen.

Then I'm, uh, working
some other angle.

But I'll be in touch.

Thank you for seeing me.

You have some...
Sorry.

I, um, I have something.

- If you want something to drink, I have...
- I miss you.

I don't give a shit about
anything that happened.

I don't care anymore.

I think if we just try, then
we can put all this behind us.

I thought maybe, um, we could...

We should move.

Start over, you know.

Get out of O.B.
and-and away from all this.

What do you think?

I saw Gavin.

How is he?

He's messed up.

I'm supposed to get, um,
the DNA results

in the next day or two...

I love you, Katie.

That's all that, that's
all that matters.

I love you, too.

But I can't trust someone who's
capable of doing what you did.

Please don't come around here again.

Did Jessica leave?

She had to get
back to Doug and the kids.

Beth and a...

couple of friends from work are
supposed to be here soon.

Do you need anything?

Everyone
keeps asking me that.

No, nothing.

Everyone keeps dropping off
food, but I'm not hungry.

17 casserole dishes.

Sixteen.

Did you talk to the police?

They said they picked
up the guys that did it.

They don't even speak English.

Had to get a translator
for their confession.

I'll talk to Mark, make
sure they're the real guys.

Why wouldn't they be?

Look, I hate to do this to you,
but, uh... I need you to do me a favor.

I just want you to hold on to
this for me, just for a day.

What is it?

It's just a letter,
nothing important.

I just need it in safe hands
for a few hours. 'Kay?

I'm so sorry, Gretch.

Call me if
you need anything.

What was that?

That's what everyone
says when they leave.

"Call if you need anything."

You didn't.

Because you know you can.

Hey, hold up.

Man, you can't spot a tail for shit!

Go home, Mark.

Come back in ten minutes either way.

What, so you can go and
shoot the guy on the boat and

his security can shoot you dead?

Don't tempt me, Hank.

He's behind this whole thing.

You cut off the head, the body dies.

Go find Laura Ross, like I told you.

I did find her.

She's still alive.

She just posted a column
online about an hour ago.

You don't believe me?

Here, I printed it.

It's the Montague... it says
exactly what you said.

They faked the whole
environmental threat there.

Read the second paragraph.

"Their inconsistency is
confirmed by an earth metals

expert trained at MIT."

Jesus, she's talking about Steph.

She must have gone and seen my sister.

Ashley!

Ashley!

Hey.

Okay, I know you don't
want to talk to me.

You got that
right... I got fired today.

Thanks to you, probably.

Listen, I'm sorry.

I need your help.

Believe me, I wouldn't come here if
it wasn't important.

Okay.

Come inside.

Actually, your
apartment might be bugged.

You're kidding me.

Zeitlin sent me to...
scope you out, right?

That's a nice verb for it.

- Steph...
- I'm about to check myself.

Hey, Hank, it isn't
Christmas already, is it?

How are you?

Mr. Lang
thinks he's in the circus.

Mrs. Coffey doesn't
know where she is.

Mrs. Renson won't speak.

What is this guy's problem?

He's the doctor.

Steph, has a woman
come by to see you?

Any woman?

No, her name's Laura.

She's about five-eight,
brown hair, green eyes.

Kind of like that?

Laura!

Are you all right?

No, but I'm not dead.

They came into the liquor ore about
two minutes after we got there...

I had ducked into the
ladies', and I heard shots.

How'd you get here?

Carefully.
I checked myself in as a voluntary patient.

I figured you'd read between
the lines when I posted.

You have a witness
to a triple homicide.

- You have to get her...
- Can you let me be the cop, please?

Well, did you see the shooters?

Backs of heads.

Something else: my source
was bringing me this.

I don't know what it means.

It's a pamphlet from a
children's hospital.

"Jardín de los
Niños, Mexico."

The hell is this?

Okay, I think we're safe.

I told you I know nothing
about Zeitlin's business.

He's an excessively secretive
man, and extremely protective

of his clients' identities.

Yeah, but you must
have seen something.

Otherwise, why would he
think that you're the leak?

I don't know.

The only time I ever had
anything to do with Zeitlin's

business was when I drove him to a
meeting once, like, six months ago.

Where?

The Marina district.

He was meeting someone important because
he was really keeping quiet about it.

All I know is that Robert
Lindus was in the meeting, too.

Robert Lindus, the developer?

You knew him?

A little bit.

I remember when Zeitlin
got back in the car

he was furious at Lindus because he
brought along some young female

assistant, and apparently the
client was furious about it, too.

Did you see her, the assistant?

Was she about 19 years
old, had brown hair?

And she was there at the meeting
with-with Zeitlin, with Lindus

and with the client?

Yes.

Thank you.

I thought you were suspended.

Right, not for long.

Where's Brehmer?

Britt.

Hank, you're never gonna
believe what I just found out.

Guess who can I.D.
the guy Zeitlin works for.

Who?

Henry Dolworth?

You're under arrest on three counts
of conspiracy to commit murder.

What?!

No.

Captain, please.

Read him his rights.

Get him to Holding.

Hey, whoa-whoa!

What the hell's going on?!

Wait a minute, okay?

Look, Captain, this woman can
identify the shooters at the

liquor store holdup last night.

I was there.

These two men, they confessed
to the murder this morning.

Also confessed that your friend here hired
them to kill his ex-wife's husband.

Oh, no! No!

Get him to Holding now!

This is... Mark!

Hey.

Do something, all right?

Maggie, what
the hell is going on?

Why did Hank get arrested?!

Whoa! You're alive.

Two guys confessed to
shooting up Sam's Liquor.

And they're claiming that
Hank paid them to do it.

What?!
That's horse shit!

It's horse
shit that's sticking.

Apparently, Hank has
been stalking Jason for weeks,

accusing him of being a child
molester, using his credit card.

Do you know anything about this?

What else do they got?

Hank checked into the
hotel where Gretchen and a

Jason were getting married the
day they were getting married.

Are these the guys
that confessed right here?

Yes.

Are they the shooters?

I don't know.

These sons of
bitches are lying, Mark.

I don't know what the hell's going on,
but Hank sure as shit didn't pay 'em.

Look, in 20 minutes Hank is gonna
go to the courthouse, he's gonna

be arraigned, and then he's gonna go
to City lockup with the shooters.

Now, if they're on somebody's
payroll, I am not too sure that

they're not hired to
kill somebody else, too.

This is what I'm saying.

Are they letting Hank
have any visitors?

One.
And he didn't ask for his lawyer.

Talk to me, Hank.

I didn't do it, Gretch.

I didn't kill Jason.

The police
seem certain you did.

You know me better than they do.

A lot of
what they say is true.

You're delusional and
jealous, self-destructive.

You take every ounce of happiness
in your life and wreck it.

And you take the people
you love with you.

But you couldn't kill Jason.

You're not capable of that.

Why'd you give me your
will this morning?

I couldn't be sure something
like this wouldn't happen.

Fight this, Hank.

Whoever's doing this to you,
whoever killed Jason, fight them.

Dolworth, time to go.

So what's the deal, Robledo,
you couldn't get two transports?

Shut up, Hank.

You guys speak English?

¿Se van a matarme?

Huh?

¿Porque estan esperando?

Matame, matame ahorita!

What are you saying?

I said if they're
gonna kill me, why wait?

Go ahead and do it.

3 to base.

We have a suspicious black
SUV on our six, no plates.

OBP 3, did
you request assistance?

Uh, negative, dispatch,
taking evasive action.

What are you
talking about, Robledo?

I don't see 'em.

Get out.

It's gonna be you?

How much they paying you, Robledo?

I told you I had
my guys on the force.

Hey, Robledo, keep dispatch guessing
as long as you can, all right?

Well, it's going to
take a while to shake that SUV.

"How much are they paying you?"

Are you guys out of your minds?

What's going to happen when
I don't show up at County?

We'll just get busted
back down to traffic cops.

But you'll still be alive.

All right?

Adios, amigos.

Enjoy prison, all right?

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Take a walk with me.

Now, my guys can keep these
shells moving around for three

or four hours... no more.

You get your name clear,
mine will follow suit.

There's your ride right there.
Okay?

Go that way, I go this way.

Where we going?

What's this?

It's Elenore Gosney's
current address in San Marcos.

She didn't stay in Catalina?

Would you?

She met Zeitlin's
client six months ago.

The guy behind the guy pulling
the strings on this thing.

- Elenore's the daughter of my
friend who got, uh... - Yeah.

You were in jail a while.
Britt caught me up.

A girl who can expose a
multibillion-dollar landgrab lives here?

It's actually upscale for her.

How you doing, man?
You live here?

No, no, I just crash here.

We're looking
for Elenore Gosney.

You seen her around?

Who wants to know?

Hey, it's you guys.

Anyone want a beer?

Yes, ma'am.

That's right.
You don't drink anymore.

How about a joint?

You look like you could use one.

That's okay.

Elenore, look, uh...
I don't know if you know this,

but your father passed away.

Yeah, I heard.

He overdosed.

Never took him for an H guy, but
then, I'm sure he never dreamed

his daughter would one day
live in the lap of luxury.

Mickey didn't OD.

He was killed.

By?

We don't know.

Or, we don't know exactly.

Hey, Elenore, do you
remember going to a meeting with

Robert Lindus about six months
ago in the Marina district?

Maybe.

There would have
been two other guys there.

One of them was a lawyer.

Kind of tall, bearded, bald on top.

Sure.

And the other guy was some
rich dude Dad used to know.

Your dad knew him?

Yeah, they were
drinking buddies way back when,

even before you and Dad were.

Used to go down to Rosarita,
get stinko-de-mayo.

Do you remember his name?

Would you maybe
recognize a picture?

Yeah, that's
the guy right there.

What else did
your dad say about him?

Just that he had
something on the guy, and if he

found out, he'd be in trouble.

I told him he should try
and make a buck off it.

Is it possible Mickey didn't
get killed because of why we thought?

- Is it possible it could've...
- Yeah, it's very possible.

Did your dad say
what that something was?

Bet I know where
he kept it, though.

My dad had this, uh,
shitty old Army jacket.

Anything of value, he
kept inside the lining.

Probably got tossed when
he died, though, right?

Hank, you still have all
Mickey's stuff at the house, yeah?

Yeah.

Holy shit.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll call you as soon
as we find out whatever it is.

Yeah, I promise.

I got to go.

Laura pissed you
left her with Elenore?

A bit.

Good.

Looks like Gustafson could
only hold them off so long.

Must be an APB out on you.

Did you say there's
a PB and J out on me.

Yeah.

What do you want to do?

How do you feel about
getting pulled over?

Holy shit.

That's the guy's truck.

Dispatch, OPD Four, in pursuit
of a blue Ford Courier.

Evening.

Think you guys are looking
for somebody else.

Oh, shit.

I remember, right after
I pumped your friend

full of heroin, I looked
everywhere for that.

What is it?

Photographs.
Was going to see of whom.

Then this peckerwood
pulled a gun on me.

Hand it to me.

Listen, man, you
don't want to do this.

There's a cop out front.

You're not going to fire in here...
Okay.

Holy shit.

We got to stop splitting up.

Listen, Freddy, why don't you...
you can hang back.

Hang back.

I'm just gonna go get Burke.

Get yourself something to eat.

You answered Burke's
text rather quickly.

You two must be close.

You're not going to shoot me.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

This is a work in progress.

Where is Mr. Burke?

Put it this way.

You can take him off your payroll.

- Oh, you...
- So, this is how this is going down.

I'm going to ask you questions,
and Britt here is going to punch

you in the face every time
you don't answer them.

How the hell are you...

He didn't ask you a question.

You got to answer a
question not to get hit.

Understand?

Question number one.

Did you order the deaths of
Jason Adler and Melody Farris

at Sam's Liquor two nights ago?

Of course not.

And you got to answer
the questions truthfully.

But I didn't!

He... Burke did that.

He's the one that killed your friends.

Burke took orders from you.

Yes, but not just me.

I give orders because I follow orders.

Question number two.

You plan on building
an airport, right?

Right where Ocean Beach is?

What?!

God, I nodded!

Yeah, that was just
on general principle.

Question three.

Who ordered the death
of Mickey Gosney?

I don't even know who that is.

Who do you work for, Zeitlin?

Who pulls your strings?
I want a name.

Does he look anything...
like this?

Hmm?

When Morgan was born...

She came into the hospital room...

Slapped him in the face with one hand,

and took a crayon and stuck it
into his neck with another.

We'd never thought they'd get along.
Since then...

Tom.

Holy Jesus, Ben.
What happened to you?

Oh, um...

excuse my language, everybody.

Did you get into a car
wreck or something?

Tom, you need to
speak to these men.

You mind stepping
outside for a second?

My lawyer seems to
believe that I'd better.

Uh, excuse me, everyone.

And when lunch comes,
please don't wait on me.

Catherine, don't eat too many
rolls, okay, sweetheart?

Wow, you can see all
the way to Mexico from here.

You could, if it were that way.

So, why all the cloak and dagger, Ben?

Excuse me, Mr. Cutshaw.

Thanks for stepping out.

I promise we won't take
up too much of your time.

Well, I appreciate that.

I have a four and seven-year-old
engaged in mortal combat inside.

And my wife is away for the weekend.

Oh, well, I'll get
right to the point.

That airport you're planning on
building over Ocean Beach...

we want you to stop.

I'm sorry, I
didn't get your name.

Henry Dolworth.

Mr. Dolworth.

Shall we?

Absolutely.

- Tom...
- I'll be right back, Ben.

So how did you know about the airport?

By doing things I
didn't really want to do.

And I take it you two
gentlemen gave Ben that face.

Yeah, absolutely.

He deserved it after what he did.

Well, Mr. Cutshaw, I'm sure
you're not surprised to know

which side of the street he works.

I'm getting the feeling
that you think that I'm

aware of something that I'm not.

Doctor environmental
reports regarding the Montague

Resort, landgrabs, political
bribes, three people dead to

keep your tarmac a secret.

You can't be serious.

You are either lying
or spectacularly ignorant.

I know I'm not the first.

I would like to think
that I'm not the second.

You hired the man.

If you're not complicit in his
shit, you're certainly aware of

what he's capable of.

- Mr. Dolworth?
- Hmm.

I'm not a developer by trade.

I made my money in tech.

But I do know this... if the
water comes out when I turn on

the tap, it doesn't happen magically.

Or if there's gasoline
when I stop at the pump.

For the world to function, a thousand
things have to go right every minute.

And they have to go right quietly.

That's why I hired Mr. Zeitlin...
to make sure that these things

happened quietly.

So we could have a brand-new airport.

Hmm.

But if what you're saying is true, if Mr.
Zeitlin broke the law...

He had three people killed.

Then I'll have him
prosecuted for it.

If this airport was
such a great idea,

why go to such lengths
to keep it a secret?

Why not ask the people
if they want it?

What if they said no?

Oh, one other thing.

I'm sorry, and I swear I'll
let you back to your meal.

We had a mutual
friend... Mickey Gosney.

He passed away sadly a few
months back, but he left me

something to give to you.

Just a little memento from your
drinking days south of the border.

I can see why you built that
children's hospital down there.

I work very hard
to be a decent man.

Sometimes something inside
me works a little harder.

You had Mickey killed
to get that back, didn't you?

What do you want for this?

For starters, put
your runway someplace else.

You can hold on to that.

There's plenty more.

You're listening to KXOB News.

A local man accused of masterminding
last week's holdup of Sam's Liquor was

released yesterday...

Authorities today arrested
San Diego attorney Benjamin Zeitlin,

on the basis of new revelations
surrounding the Montague...

Feds cited OBPD Detective Mark Gustafson
as being instrumental in breaking...

In other police news, Captain Reginald
Brehmer has announced his retirement...

Tomorrow's forecast is for clear
skies with a high of 76 degrees.

You're listening to KXOB Ocean Beach,
where constancy is the spice of life.

Hello?

Hank?

Yeah, I'm back here.

What are you doing?

I'm cleaning.

I can see that.

Is it a leap year?

No, I find it gives me a
psychological edge with potential buyers.

You're not...
But you love this place.

Well, most of the things
I love about it are gone.

So, uh, that's why I called you.

Give you first crack at it.

If you want it, it's yours.

I, uh, I can't.

I can't live here again.

For the same reasons you can't.

Maybe it's time
we both moved on.

You'll find a
good owner, won't you?

Someone who's...
I don't know, hopeful?

Like we were.

Wow.

I don't blame
you if you're angry.

You let him go.

Cutshaw had your friend
killed and he's walking away.

The only person who could connect
Cutshaw and Mickey's murder

died in my kitchen the other night.

So I took the best deal I could.

I appreciate that.

I just don't like to see somebody
getting away with something.

That's a good
quality in a person.

You know, you're
remarkable in a funny way.

Or funny in a remarkable way.

I wish you would
have told me that sooner.

'Cause I would have
made a pass at you.

I don't
think it would have worked.

Why not?

I'm pretty high maintenance.

So's my truck.
We make it work.

So you can live with it... Cutshaw,
rich guy just gets away with murder?

My deal with him was
that his airport went away and

he got his pictures back.

I never said I wouldn't come
after him for something else.

And I will.

With both barrels.

Hey, Winston.

Come here.

That's a nice shirt.
Is that new?

No.

I know, we got it together.

Thank you for meeting me.

I'm going to prison, Katie.

For Gavin?

Yeah.

I got to be there in about an hour.

I deserve to go.

I mean, I earned it. I...
I also need to prove to you that

I can take responsibility.

Don't do it for me.

I'm doing it for him.

Or her, whichever way it goes.

So, listen, I need you
to do me a favor.

You get the paternity test
back in a couple days, yeah?

Well, when you get it, I
want you to throw it out.

Don't even look at it.

Just tear it up, throw it away.
I don't care what it says.

You sure?

When I get out, I want
to be the baby's father.

And I want to be with you.

You know, if you'll take me.

And don't give up on me again.

It's pretty here.

You ready?

Step on it, will ya?

I want to make a good
impression on my first day.

You know what they say the
best thing about prison is?

Ladies drink free.

Are you still going to be driving
this piece of shit when I get out?

Guess so.

Unless it starts stalling on me again.

Then I'll just have to shoot it.

You going to
be okay without me?

You're not going to have anybody
to cut your food for you.

I've got no one to
hide Easter eggs for.

Yeah.

Dude, you're going to be miserable.

You do realize
you don't have to go.

What?

You don't have to go.

I just take a left up
here, hop on the freeway.

Down to Mexico.

A couple of hours, we're sitting on
the beach in Baja having margaritas.

You're going
to order a margarita?

I'll fall off the wagon.

You'd do that for me?

Yeah, and for
another guy I know.

Just live down there
the rest of our lives.

We'd have to sleep late.

Take naps in the afternoon.

We'd probably get
used to that, though.

I go straight, you go to prison.

I take a left, it's hola, Mexico.

Answer to all our problems.

You never get sick, you never get old.

The vacation that never ends.

So what do you say, partner?

Which way will it be?