man (over radio): You're listening to KXOB,
Ocean Beach,
where constancy's the spice of life.
Loan me $1,000.
Yeah, okay.
I'm thinking about buying new towels.
Hmm. You want to be a dryer person?
I think, maybe.
I tell you about what happened to me last night?
Did I? Did I tell you? Hmm?
Tell me. I couldn't sleep.
You know, I don't know why.
It wasn't like I had a nightmare or anything.
I just couldn't.
So I got up in the middle of the night
to get a glass of milk, and I went to the fridge,
and I took the milk carton out,
but it was empty.
Yeah, for a short story, that kind of went on a bit.
Senility. Now, not only do I not remember
putting it back in the fridge empty,
I don't even remember finishing it.
(cell phone ringing)
Oh, God.
Is that him?
Christ.
Hey, that is not a small man.
Remind me again, how much we getting paid on this?
I'll tell you after.
Oh, hey.
Need your help with something.
Tune popped into my head this morning... Oh, no, come on.
Please don't, man. For the life of me, I can't remember the name of it.
Listen, I'm hung over. I'm asking nice.
I'm asking really nicely.
(Hank humming)
Stop it. Quit.
(Hank continues humming) Goddamn it!
Now it's going to be stuck in my head all through this.
Good. Let's go.
(doorbell ringing)
Winston, stay.
Yeah.
Hey, uh, is it cool I go around back?
I'm the pool cleaner.
This is 3520 Casa del Mar?
Yes. You have a pool needs cleaning?
Do not have a pool.
Are you sure?
Yes.
Uh,
you know, I'm sorry.
Can I--My cell phone crapped out on me,
can I use your phone just to make a call,
find out where the hell I'm supposed to be?
No, no, no prob. No worry.
No, no, come on, come on.
Hank: Thanks.
Wow, nice pad you got here.
man: Ah, it's a mess right now. Just --
(whispering) Hey. Come on, come on.
(smacking lips) Come on, come on.
You married?
Not that I know of.
So my wife leaves, and all she does is bitch
that I won't let her take any furniture.
So I said to her,
"You want it, you got to come steal it."
(laughing)
Come here. Come on, come on, come on...
Come here, come on, come on.
(smacking lips)
woman: (on cell phone) Bueno?
Hey, Martha, yeah, you know, I'm over here
at 3520 Casa del Mar and there's a bit of a problem.
(speaking foreign language)
Uh, sorry?
(speaking foreign language)
Oh, 3520 Costa del Madre.
Yeah, yeah, that's a bit different.
(dial tone) That's right.
Okay. Okay.
All right, you're a peach. Thanks so much.
Hey, sorry. Thank you.
No problem.
Remind me again. How much we getting paid for this?
It's my dry cleaner's dog.
She said anything we bring in the next two weeks-- no charge.
Come on, what else are we going to do today, cure cancer?
Maybe. Hey, that's my dog.
Time to go.
What do you think you're doing? Get over here. Get in.
Go, go, go, go, go.
Hey!
Hey! Winston!
Come back!
I'm going to get you guys!
That was fun, right? Your dry cleaner's dog?
What do you own that could possibly need dry cleaning?
(Britt chuckles)
* 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 *
(barking)
(newscast playing over TV)
(Hank sighs)
Reporter: (on TV) The project's developer
Robert Lindus...
Please tell me you washed your hands.
Ah, that's couth. How's our client?
Stuck at work.
Store policy-- she can't have pets there.
We got to hold him till 7:00.
What the hell are we going to do all day
with a dog to babysit?
(cell phone ringing)
Oh, Gretchen.
No, no, don't answer, okay.
I postdated this month's alimony check, and she's...
Gretchen.
What are you wearing?
Well, no, he's not here right now, but, uh-huh.
I take a message?
Yeah, stop waving his hand in front of his throat.
I'll tell him.
Sorry, man.
What is up? That's so weird.
I was just about to call you.
Geez, you look terrific.
Yeah, you don't.
Yeah, well, sad news. My Pilates instructor died.
How did you find us?
There are only so many places you go, Hank.
Listen, I realized I wrote "June" on the check
the second I put it in the mailbox.
I felt flattered you got the year right.
The moment I get home,
I'm going to write out another check,
but if you need cash, I got $200 or--
No, no. That's not why I'm here.
Mickey Gosney called the house this morning,
half out of his head from jail.
Mickey's in jail?
He got arrested last night on a drunk and disorderly.
Cops found a gun on him.
He figured you still had friends on the force
and could help him out.
I didn't have the heart to set him straight.
You know,
I wish you'd inform your old drinking pals
that we don't live together anymore.
It's been a year already.
Are you sure he said jail and not the tank? Yeah.
Okay, thanks, Gretch. Wait, uh,
there's one other thing.
I'm putting the house up for sale.
What?
Why? You...
you love it there.
It's time.
I made a change.
The first open house is today.
I just thought you should know.
I better run.
All right. Thanks, Gretch.
She looked good, Gretchen.
Yeah?
Her voice becomes her.
Thanks. Later, let's talk about that really painful thing
that happened to you once
that hurts to think about, okay?
So, how do you know this guy?
We trained for triathlons together.
How do you think I know him?
So, you got clean and he didn't.
I wish I knew you when you were a drunk.
I bet you were so much more fun then.
Yeah, fun like prison.
Police Officer: Gosney, Mickey.
All right, sign out.
Thanks for making the stop.
I feel much better.
Mickey, what the hell is going on?
You remember my... my daughter, Elenore?
My little girl. It's been a lot of years, Mick.
We haven't seen each other for a while 'cause of--you know.
Anyway, she calls me out of the blue yesterday.
Says she's in some kind of trouble, needs money.
Like...like that kind of trouble?
No. She sounds scared.
I tell her, "Sure, I... I can scrounge up
a few hundred bucks."
She asked me about a 38
I had from back in the day.
Can she borrow it? I was on my way
when the goddamn cops rousted me, Hank.
I was on my way to help my little girl.
Mickey, listen.
I'm sure she's fine.
You can...you can find her, can't you, Hank?
That's what you do.
Can you find my Ellie?
And, and, and give her this money.
And tell her,
tell her, her dad tried.
(Mickey crying)
Make sure she's safe. I can't. I just can't.
You remember this girl at all?
I don't know, you know.
Uh, maybe she was in the car once
when I was pouring her dad in the backseat drunk
or I was getting poured in drunk,
but that would've been years ago.
Let me see the money.
Smells like gym class. 16, right?
Yeah.
Wait. Hey, shh.
What?
Shh.
(Hank humming tune)
(Britt laughing)
Mother...lover.
Yeah?
Elenore?
Not here.
Do you know where she might be?
Who wants to know?
Friends of her father's. Private investigators.
Both.
Look, I haven't seen Elenore in, like, a week,
and I had to pay this month's rent solo.
Do you have any idea where she might have gone?
If I tell you, will you do me a favor?
Slide it up against that back door.
Burglar broke in a few nights ago while I was at work.
Landlord said it would take a week
to get the locksmith out here and I'd have to pay for it.
I said, "Thanks anyway."
(grunting)
Ah, Christ. Ahh...
Elenore's dad thought she might be in some sort of trouble.
You know anything about that?
You mean trouble like...?
No.
So, you two weren't close?
I mean, we met on craigslist.
We weren't like sorority sisters or anything.
This is Elenore?
Mm-hmm.
Britt: Well, you said you had some idea
of where she might be, though?
No. I just needed help moving the stove.
Hank: And just 'cause she got an overnight parking ticket,
doesn't mean she spent the night here.
Maybe Ellie's her daddy's girl,
and maybe she got drunk and couldn't drive.
And parked her car here?
It's a safe neighborhood.
Hey, come on. Come on, Winston.
Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing with him?
I need a partner that can keep up with me mentally.
Come on.
Come on, come on.
Winston, come on.
Come on. Go, go.
(intercom beeps)
woman: (on intercom) Tony?
No, no, it's not Tony.
Listen, um, my-- my dog,
my dog is stuck in your yard.
Hundred bucks say the people here
employ a live-in Mexican maid.
Since when did you get so jaundiced?
Since when did you start using the word "jaundiced"?
Whoa.
man: Nice, try.
Try it again, but keep your head down, okay.
maid: May I help you?
Hank: Oh, sorry, our dog wandered down through your gate,
and we're just looking for him.
maid: What kind of dog?
Is everything okay, Esther?
Esther: Si, Mr. Lindus.
Sorry to disturb you folks.
It's just that we were walking our dog,
and he slipped through your gate.
Wait a second.
You're Robert Lindus, right?
I was watching you on the News today.
I'm looking forward to that new, whatchamacallit.
Montague Resorts.
Yeah, I read about it in all the papers.
Well, the one, anyway.
Well, I hope you come and enjoy it when it's done.
Well, I'll have my assistant make reservations.
Hey, you happen to know a girl named Elenore Gosney?
She got a parking ticket across the street, like, a month ago.
Yeah, she works for me.
Tyler, why don't you work on your follow-through?
I'll be back in a few minutes, okay?
My son's competing in a tournament next month,
and his golf coach Tony's MIA today.
What are your names?
I'm Hank Dolworth
and this is my partner, Britt Pollack.
We're private investigators.
Well, I didn't take you two for men
who would own a dog together.
You get my meaning.
Uh, can I see a license maybe or something?
Uh, we found that by not working with them,
we never have to worry about losing them.
(Lindus chuckles)
And so you're looking for Elenore, huh?
Her father asked us to out of concern.
He felt that she might be in some sort of, uh...
Predicament.
Huh.
Well, I haven't seen her in over a week.
He can't be paying you anything.
Her father, I mean.
I know Elenore well enough to know her dad's a deadbeat.
How long have you employed her?
A little over a year.
She was over at the office,
and then here at the house doing odds and ends.
How's your search going so far?
To be honest, we only started about an hour ago.
I take it, you have her cell number?
No, come on.
I have been trying this number all week
and have not been able to reach her.
Maybe you'll have...
better luck.
Thanks.
Uh...
Can I confide something in you gentlemen?
Of course.
When last I spoke to Elenore,
she mentioned possessing something valuable to me.
She sent me a copy of it.
What it is is immaterial. It just, uh...
(Lindus chuckling)
Well, the point is, I want it back, the original.
I'm sorry. Is this something you own that she has?
Not exactly.
I'll tell you what. You guys are doing a good deed, right?
Why don't I make it worth your while?
What is your normal daily rate?
$5,000 a day.
Two-day retainer minimum.
(Lindus chuckling)
I will double your minimum retainer
$20,000.
Find Elenore, make sure she's okay,
and bring back this item,
and tell her I'm happy to pay whatever she'd like for it.
Do that and...
there'll be another check like this waiting for you.
We'll do everything we can.
I can't believe you said $5,000.
The man paid it, didn't he?
Thank you. You're welcome.
Thank you.
You think it's a sex tape?
I think it's a sex tape.
You don't think he was sleeping with her, do you?
Uh, yeah, definitely.
Elenore: (on voice mail) Hi, this is Elenore.
Can't talk right now, but leave a message.
What are you gonna--what are you gonna do with the money?
Pay bills, probably? I'm not gonna do that, but, I--
what are you gonna do?
Buy a new polo pony.
You think Elenore's working an angle on Lindus?
That's a lot of castle up on the hill
split in two if his wife found out.
I don't know. Let's find her and ask her.
Take a right up here. Okay.
Where-- where are we going?
Places.
Hey,
this is your old place.
Gretchen's selling it?
It's what the sign says.
Oh, well, signs can lie.
Oh, wow,
she did a ton of work to this place.
Look, put in new floors.
(stomping feet on floor) Nice.
Do you have any questions about the property?
Yes, just one.
If I were to put this down as a deposit now,
how fast could I get these yokels out of here?
Stop pouting. It makes you look like Winston.
I mean it. Good boy.
What are you doing buying a house?
You can barely afford lunch today.
How you gonna pay for a mortgage?
That check was half mine.
Yeah, as is half of the deposit on the house now.
woman: (on cell phone) Supervisor. How can I help you?
Oh, I'm supposed to live with you, too, now?
Katie's gonna love that.
Shh! This is Detective Reynolds,
OBPD Robbery/Homicide.
I'd like to triangulate a cell signal, please.
woman: (on cell phone) I'll need clearance I.D.
Uh,
973658004.
woman: (on cell phone) Okay, Detective Reynolds,
what cell phone number would you like tracked?
Yes, thank you. The number is...
Leave the dog. Take the cannoli.
What?
(Winston barking)
OBT gave a signal location
a few hundred yards down that way.
Said Elenore's phone is on and idle.
Okay, any of these properties are for sale.
You'll refrain from purchasing, right?
(Winston barking)
All right, let's say Elenore was sleeping with Lindus, okay?
And she had a sex tape of him
and she was scamming him
That's still no reason to ask daddy for cash and a pistol.
What are you...? Yeah, it is.
If her apartment got broken in o three nights ago,
but--but nobody took anything,
they just tossed shit around?
Wait. Are you suggesting it was Lindus?
I'm not suggesting. I'm saying
it was Lindus or some lackey.
You know, someone he paid?
Look, Lindus is worth tens of millions of dollars, all right?
He could pay Elenore off with the money
he spends on hair mousse.
All right, now, if you were a girl running away,
which lifeguard tower would you hide out in?
Uh.
Easiest 40K we ever made.
Squandered.
Elenore Gosney.
Ollie, Ollie, oxen.
Ugh.
Hank:What?
Bad things.
Oh.
Oh, God, oh.
Someone shot this guy point-blank.
Don't touch him. Don't touch him.
Does he have I.D. on him?
Which? Check for I.D. or don't touch him?
Check. Check.
(Hank dialing phone)
(phone in jacket ringing)
Is it Elenore's?
Dude, we gotta get the hell out of here.
Come on. Come on.
Here, you hold it.
What the hell are we gonna do?
Never saw that. Never happened.
Hey, hey, hey, that's our truck.
You were in a permit only zone.
Where? Where does it say that?
You can reclaim your vehicle at the city impound.
Have a great day.
Hank,
Winston was in the truck.
We are so boned.
(doorbell ringing insistently)
Sorry to disturb you, ma'am,
especially around the dinner hour.
Uh, yeah, I'm actually in the middle of making it.
Well, I'm canvassing the neighborhood
on behalf of a charity called "Tomes for Tots,"
where we collect used books from everyday folks
such as yourself, and we donate them
to local private schools so that...
white, privileged children won't miss any opportunity
or advantage.
You lost your keys.
Yeah, uh, and Hank's truck.
Yeah, tell your BFF I cooked for three.
Soup's on, man.
Keep the change.
I asked Britt,
and he said you had a big test.
I do, I go a big test tomorrow
on equine dentistry.
No shit.
Yeah, did you know
that mares are twice as likely to suffer
from gum disease than stallions?
Now mares, that's female horses, right?
Hence, "the old gray mare, she ain't what she used to be."
Did you guys know that bears,
since the very beginning of their existence,
shit in the woods?
(Britt and Hank laughing)
So you guys do anything today?
Yeah.
Sure, yeah, we did stuff.
I saw Gretchen.
Oh, no way. How is she?
She's selling her house.
Your old place?
I thought she loved it there.
Me, too.
So, you know what I did?
(silver ware clatters)
You know, you guys want to have secrets. That's fine.
But you want to giggle about it like boys,
I prefer you take it out back to the tree house.
Baby, we should totally build a tree house.
We should build a tree house, right?
Hey, what the hell are we gonna do?
Wonder if this thing can shave me?
Hey, what the hell are we gonna do?
Go get our truck back.
What if someone saw us leave that lifeguard station?
Someone's gonna find that body sooner or later.
No one saw us.
We need to toss that thing in the ocean first chance we get.
Ties us to a crime scene, belongs to a girl
who yesterday asked her dad for a piece,
and was found today on a guy with his face shot off.
Want to help out your boozehound pal's little girl,
you drop that thing in the drink
as quick as possible.
Do you really think that this little girl
is capable of that mess?
Uh, as you like to remind me all the time,
I'm not paid to think. But yeah, I do.
I also think I don't want to go to jail
for obstruction of justice.
Hey, I wasn't done with that.
Yes, you are.
Sorry, it was pasta again.
Write what you know, cook what you can't burn.
Did I ever tell you, back during my cop days,
when we would answer an abuse call,
we would pull the lady aside
and we would offer to beat the shit
out of her dude for 50 bucks.
50? Yeah.
But for you, you get the good friend discount of 40.
(Katie chuckles)
Hey, is there, um,
is there something going on between you two
you want to talk about?
He didn't mention anything?
No, but I, smelled it on him all day.
I want to have a baby.
Right here, right now?
Yeah, sooner rather than later.
And, what does laughing boy say about that?
He says he's not ready to pull the goalie.
Yeah.
You know, it's been really fun living in
Never, Never Land with you two,
but I got to become a real person one of these days.
Hank, pooch is waiting.
All right, I'm coming.
Listen, be patient, okay.
He's young.
I'm sure by the time he's like, oh, say, 90,
he'll pull his head out of his ass.
Yeah, with you as a role model.
Um, I'm--I'm sorry.
For what it's worth,
I think you'd make a spectacular mother.
Thanks for dinner.
Oh, God, I hate this thing.
Why, 'cause it's dangerous?
It's just so butch.
Winston!
Hey, man, what happened?
What happened?
Oh. Oh.
(grunting playfully)
(cell phone ringing)
Ah, God.
Hey, babe. How are you?
What the hell are you doing?
Getting my truck out of hock. What are you doing?
I mean, what are you doing taking my house
off the market?
Well, I sensed a certain reluctance
on your part earlier today to sell,
so I took some action.
It's the, uh, Ford Courier, please.
Do you know how difficult it is to sell a home
in this market?
You know how much harder it'll be
when it falls out of escrow because your check bounced?
It won't bounce.
Not to mention how inappropriate,
how wildly invasive.
It won't bounce.
Your checks always bounce.
Your life bounces.
(Hank chuckles)
You'll never guess who just walked in the door,
Mark Gustafson.
Can I call you back later?
Don't you hang up on me.
He says hello.
What's this?
Oh, well, you know, I stopped smoking
about a month ago, and this is the only thing
that seems like it helps.
For a second there, I thought
it was an affectation.
How's Carol?
Oh, she's good. Thanks for asking.
You know, why don't we, uh, do this out in public?
(indistinct radio chatter)
So either of you guys know a Tony Bianco?
Part-time golf pro.
Well, he was missing for most of the week,
but he turned up today without a face in a lifeguard station.
Right near where your truck got towed.
Wow, that's, uh, that's a coincidence.
Yeah.
Why were you two there?
Well, the dog had to pee,
so we had to pull over somewhere.
Then why was the pooch in the truck
when it got towed?
Oh, that's because Britt had to go, too,
because they're on the same cycle like that,
Detective Reynolds.
Right, it's not like I'm trying to make you
out to be perps or anything.
We already have a suspect.
Elenore Gosney.
Sometimes girlfriend of the deceased,
daughter of Mickey Gosney. Oh.
Yeah, the same guy you bailed out of jail this a.m.
Hank,
this little girl's fingerprints
are all over that lifeguard stand.
What, you weren't looking for her today, were you?
Mm-mm.
Happen to run a cell trace with Detective Reynolds' ID?
What? No.
That would be highly illegal.
(Mark scoffs)
You know, Hank, this is a murder.
So don't hold out on me.
Why were you there?
Mark, what can I tell you?
My partner had a full bladder.
All right, everybody, let's get out of here.
(engine starts in distance)
Come on.
Hi, Winston.
Oh, my little baby, I missed you so much.
(Britt growls playfully)
Thank you so much. You're welcome.
He was a good boy.
Bring your laundry here anytime.
Britt: We'll take you up on that.
All right. Well, thank you.
Britt: No problem. See you later.
Bye, Winston.
(woman moaning over phone)
Oh, man, can we finally get rid of that thing?
(moaning over phone continues)
Holy shit.
That's the sex tape.
Yep, porn on a phone.
iPorn.
You what?
(moaning over phone continues)
(Britt chuckles)
I got to give the rich bastard credit, man.
He's got stamina.
Oh, oh.
Whoa.
And he--he finishes quietly.
Turn it off.
Why?
Because I've had enough, all right?
I spent the day dog napping, I lied to my former partner
about a homicide, and I just,
I really don't want to hear
the daughter of a really good friend of mine getting boned
by this town's favorite son.
Yeah, they can't all be great days like today.
Elenore: (on video) I'll be right back.
I'm gonna take a shower.
(cell phone ringing)
Yeah, I can't talk right now, okay?
What you doing?
Take all of it right now, take all the--
You got to do it fast, all right?
Don't worry about covering your tracks,
just do it fast.
Think anyone's not gonna goddamn notice.
You have my cell phone.
How'd you find me?
My dad.
Called him to say "What the hell?"
He said you had my money, gave me your number.
Your ex-wife sounds nice, by the way.
Told me where you live.
How'd you screw that up anyway, by being a drunk?
You know, I kind of remember you
from when I was growing up.
You and my dad were always getting crocked together.
You were a cop, right?
What, they bounce you off the force or something?
Or something.
Are you on speed?
Maybe a little.
If you want jelly, there's some right up there
on the top shelf. It's real good.
It's kind of like the natural type.
Hey! You already shot off a person's face.
Don't you think that's enough for one day? That wasn't me.
I swear to God, I didn't kill Tony. Cops seem to think so.
Your fingerprints are all over that lifeguard tower.
That's 'cause we were hiding out there all week.
Tony and me.
After Dad pulled a no-show, I went back there last night,
found Tony dead on the floor with his head all...
And that gun was beside him.
I grabbed it and got out of there.
Didn't think to look for this.
Figured whoever did Tony would've taken it.
You probably watched it by now.
The first few seconds.
I kind of prefer my,
with a little story before, you know?
So you didn't get to the end?
Then you really don't know
what the hell is going on here.
Hank: Hey, here's the upshot best as I can figure, okay?
Elenore was blackmailing Lindus with that video.
Her and her boyfriend Tony, the golf pro?
Man without the face? Exactly.
They hit him up for 50K,
figuring that's no big deal to Lindus.
They sent it to him in an e-mail.
But he goes ballistic
because what they don't realize till later is this.
Lindus: (on video) Don't worry...
They didn't even know this was on there
until after they sent it to him.
There's gonna be a big hole
where a resort should've been.
It's Lindus talking about his Montague Development.
It's a crock of shit.
He gets the state
to sell him a bunch of land to build a resort,
and it's not even happening. What is happening?
Well, Lindus killed her boyfriend Tony over it
or had him killed.
And now he wants to kill her.
Britt: This was supposed to be a favor.
You know, there's a couple of goons
in an SUV parked out front?
So you two are partners.
Well, we're only recognized in Vermont and Massachusetts.
(Elenore chuckles)
(engine starts)
Get down, get all the way down.
Elenore: How'd they find me?
Hank: Lindus is paying us to look for you.
What? Sit down.
I said he's paying us,
I didn't say we were working for him.
Where are we going?
To see our lawyer.
Let's go.
(Elenore moaning over phone)
(Lindus grunting over phone)
When did you shoot this?
About three weeks ago.
Lindus: (on video) Just do it fast, all right?
There's gonna be a big hole
where a resort should've been.
Think anyone's not gonna goddamn notice?
(sighs)
Do you have any idea what he's talking about?
Enough to understand why he'd never want anyone
to ever see this, much less the first part.
You photograph well, by the way.
Thank you. You're right--
Montague's not getting built or it's being built to fail.
I circled the block a couple times, then split.
Do you have any idea
how much money is being poured into this town
'cause of Lindus's development?
And whose money?
My advice to you, as a friend,
is ditch this.
You kidding?
It's too big for you, Hank.
It's too big for both you guys.
That right there is money and power.
And it's just too big for you.
Are you saying we're small-time?
We grow two sizes, we might make small-time.
What if we're actually big-time
and just didn't realize it?
All right, listen, if you're looking to make a buck,
I got stuff coming in. Mm?
Cheating wife case, guy faking disability.
We need pictures.
You want to get yourselves killed,
stay on this scent.
What about her?
Her life is in danger.
Seems that her fingerprints and DNA, all over the scene.
So that leads me to two questions.
Honey, are you rich?
Well, then do you speak Spanish?
Because in prison or in Colombia,
it's about to be your mother tongue.
(elevator bell dings)
So what the hell do we do now?
I'm thinking.
We're gonna meet at your place or...
No, no, they know where I live.
Let's go back to your place.
(car alarm blaring) Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Whoa! Big guy.
(car alarms blaring)
Get her out of here.
Come on. Come on, come on!
Let's go!
(glass shatters)
That's enough.
Relax.
We just want to talk to her.
(tires screech)
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Go, go, go.
(train bells clanging)
(indistinct PA announcement)
Get off at Union Station.
Take a cab to Pier 23 in San Pedro.
Take the ferry to Avalon.
Go to Kwan's Bicycle Shop, mention my name.
He'll set you up with a room and a broom.
And get into a program.
Catalina's as good a place as any to get clean.
All right, now, here.
(train whistle blows)
This is from your dad.
Don't worry, it's not forever.
We're gonna straighten things out down here,
and you'll be back before you know it.
Is there anything we should tell your dad?
Tell him thanks, I guess.
Tell him he came through.
Can I have the gun, by the way?
In case. It's a murder weapon, princess.
You want to go to prison for the rest of your life?
No.
You guys sure you don't want to come with?
Your life here kind of sucks.
You're a peach of a gal, Ellie.
I'm my daddy's girl.
Well, we saved her.
Who's gonna rescue our asses?
Hey.
Jesus, what happened to you?
Oh, um, I got into some fisticuffs
with a Little League team.
But you should see those kids.
You want anything?
No, I'm fine, thanks.
Hey, you're not still pissed about the house, are you?
No, not anymore. Good, good.
But I still want to apologize, 'cause you were right.
I thought about it.
I was inappropriate, I was invasive,
I was rude, and...and I'm sorry.
Thank you.
Apology accepted.
You know, I just wanted to make changes in my life,
and I think, I got kind of carried away.
Anyway, that aside,
I'll call the realtor and I'll retract the bid.
So the house... No, no, no, no.
If you're buying it for you, go ahead.
It'll be easier, actually, then selling it
to a stranger. I just...
(sighs)
I just want to make sure you're not buying it for me.
For you? Yeah.
You're getting married again.
Yeah.
When?
This summer.
Wow.
Do I know him?
Oh, God, I hope not.
He's an architect.
So, so how long have you, uh...
Oh, about 6 months.
You'll laugh at me, we met online.
(laughs)
Wow, Gretch, um...
congratulations.
Um, that's great.
I'm really--I'm really happy for you.
Look at the bright side.
You won't have to pay alimony anymore.
Thanks for understanding, Hank.
(Britt breathes deeply)
How'd it go, the midterm?
I don't find out for a few days.
Where's your pal?
Date.
Hmm.
How'd you like to go on one?
Yeah.
Who'd pay?
I will.
Yeah.
Put on a dress.
What?
My boyfriend supposed to be here, like, any minute.
I'm not worried about him.
I bet I could whup him.
(Katie laughs)
(quiet jazz playing)
Babe.
We can't afford this.
Of course, we can.
(clears throat)
Hey, so I want to talk to you about something. Okay.
I've been thinking about us getting a dog.
Yeah? Yeah.
Any particular breed?
Bulldog, maybe. I don't know.
I figured, this weekend we could go down
to the pound together and pick one out.
All I know is I want to name it after my Uncle Lassie.
All right.
So I know it's not a baby.
But I figured it's a gateway responsibility.
What happened to you today?
Thank you.
For?
It'd take too long.
Help you?
Uh, blue label, please.
Box, okay? Mm-hmm.
Can I have some of those cigarette holders, too, please?
(siren wailing in distance)
Heads up.
Huh.
Thanks. I was running out.
Smoke them in good health.
Hey, I also got you a bottle.
Oh, look at this.
You're going to spoil me, man.
That girl you were looking for, Elenore Gosney,
don't even waste your time.
I put her on a train out of town this afternoon.
So, is that what this is, a consolation prize?
This better be some good booze, man.
She didn't do it.
She was the intended victim, not the shooter.
Do you know who it is? I got a couple of good guesses.
Look, I need a favor from you, Mark, okay?
It's connected to your 187, so it's not entirely
out of your jurisdiction, okay?
I want you to search the house of Robert Lindus.
Robert Lindus, the developer?
Yeah. Okay, why?
I'm pretty sure he's behind the homicide of Tony Bianco
and something else big, but I just don't know what yet.
On what grounds, Hank?
Do you even know who Robert Lindus is?
Do you know who his friends are?
Yeah, yeah, you know, I've heard that all before.
He's rotten.
And so is that development of his.
He was screwing Elenore.
He tried to have her whacked today.
That's how I got this.
Robert Lindus is a prominent citizen.
I am not going to raid his house
without very probable cause.
Where did this come from anyway?
I mean, you were so content of just being a layabout,
now this urge to like, what? Man, you know what?
Give me back that bottle!
Why?
You want a drink?
Detective got a stiff down at the docks.
Likely OD last name Gosney.
(car door slams)
That's impossible.
Perfect. Thank you.
Oh. That's how you afford dinner.
I told them I'd do their laundry free for a week.
Yeah, you're going to clean tablecloths
and napkins for a week?
Nope, I got a deal worked out on that, too.
(cell phone ringing) Yeah.
Hey, partner.
What?
Looks like a deliberate OD.
You don't pump that much heroin
into your own arm unless you want a certain result.
Thanks.
Mark, Mickey was a drinker, sure,
but he would never in a million years touch that shit.
Doesn't mean that's not the way he chose to go out.
He didn't choose this.
Someone did this to him.
To make a statement, as a warning...it's connected.
I told you, damn it.
On the day that his daughter--
Come on, let's get out of here. Listen to me, goddamn it!
Picks this day to what? Shoot dope for the first time?
Come on! No, no, no, no.
Damn it! Come on, Mark!
No, wait, wait.
Hey, you get your hands off him, man!
Listen to me for one second.
I understand...
that this is one of your friends, okay?
I'm sorry for your loss.
Then do something about it, Mark.
Do something.
Do something about it!
What do you want to do?
Lindus: Mr. Pollack, Mr. Dolworth, please, sit down.
I, uh...
heard about the little mix-up this afternoon.
I'm sorry. I hope no one was injured.
So, how are things going?
We have something for you.
What's that?
That is the sensitive item you wanted.
(chuckles)
A phone.
Kidding?
Technology.
Who'd have thunk it?
And Elenore, is she safe?
Yeah, we lost her. I don't know.
She's probably south of the border by now.
She seemed pretty scared.
Well...
looks like a job well done, then, huh?
I believe the agreed upon amount was $20,000,
but I would like to add $10,000 to that as a bonus.
Or a retainer,
should there prove threat of a copy.
That's very generous of you.
Everything all right, Mr. Dolworth?
No, actually.
A really good friend of mine died tonight.
Mickey Gosney, Elenore's father.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Are you?
Because I think these two men here
are the ones responsible for killing him.
I'm going to destroy you, Lindus.
I could've walked away from this thing
an hour ago eating shit, and Jesus knows,
I've eaten enough in my life.
But you killed my friend, so I'm going to destroy you.
And I just wanted you to know that.
(Britt clears throat)
And I'm still going to cash the check.
Jesus, God, I hope you have a plan.
Cheat.
(dog barking in distance)
(door bell rings)
Yes?
Good morning. Is Mr. Lindus home?
May I help you, officer? Ah.
Mr. Lindus, I have a warrant to search your house.
For what?
Cell phone, sir, taken from a murder scene.
I have evidence that you purchased it last night.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Just slow down here.
All right, everybody spread out.
Uh, Reynolds, why don't you come over here with me
for a second?
Loan me $1,000.
Why?
I'm tired of the drapes in my living room.
Your place doesn't have a living room.
My new place.
Look, I don't know what it is you think you're up to,
Detective, um...what was your name again?
Gustafson.
Mark Gustafson.
Lindus: Well, Detective Gustafson,
I would like to have my lawyer present for this.
I know exactly where you can call him from.
No, hold on, wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Will somebody, please, put some bracelets on this guy?
Oh, come on handcuffs? Is that necessary, gentlemen? That's the book.
It's very necessary. All right, all right.
Just take it easy.
You think it'll stick on Lindus?
It'll definitely screw up his weekend plans.
Come on, let's get out of here.
I have a back wax in half an hour.
You know, we just opened up a huge can of shit into our lives.
Lindus has powerful friends, already had two people whacked.
If he wiggles out of this thing, and he will--
Yep.
Ain't we got fun?
* Hell, no, son Ain't gonna 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 sally port punk *
* Cause the minute he speaks Is the minute that you run *
* Fresh set of wheels And I'll see you in the dawn *
* Past 32nd And the baker's 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 *