Previously on Terriers ... You remember my daughter Elenore?
She's in some kind of trouble.
You and my dad were always getting crocked together.
woman: Detective, got a stiff down at the docks,
likely OD.
I keep telling you Mickey was murdered.
Britt: 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.
Jesus, Katie.
Why did you do it?
I don't know. I don't know.
Britt: Hey, you go to school with Katie Nichols?
Yeah.
Gavin: I guess he thought you were stepping out with me.
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 land grab
going on in Old Town Ocean Beach?
I noticed a blueprint seemed out of place.
This is Ocean Beach.
Laura: They want to pave over Ocean Beach
and put in an airport.
Laura: (on phone) Go into Sam's Liquor, corner--
Laura, I can't--Laura?
Britt: Hank!
Hank: We'll find who did this, I promise.
(jet engine humming)
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?
Carly and Rich.
Oh. All right, oh.
I'll see you later.
Okay.
(engine starting)
Why are we being so quiet?
man: (on radio) Now checking your weather...
(stations changing)
(classical music playing)
(beeping)
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 behind 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,
you have a hearing in an hour, and 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, we're 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.
Britt: Ah, we've been in worse situations.
I can't think of any off the top of my head,
but they're there.
Hank: 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 DA.
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.
(door closes)
(shower running)
Take care of yourself, Britt.
* Got 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 *
Picasso.
You know, Hitler was a painter.
Yep.
And Jesus Christ was a carpenter,
but you don't hear me boasting about it.
Hey, I heard you got benched.
Brehmer said it was SOP following Reynolds' arrest.
If that pant-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 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.
2 years?
Holy--I can't do 2 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.
Hank: They want an airport, Mark.
They want to put it right here. That's what this is about.
They're turning OB 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 and she's in--
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?
I got to go check up on Gretchen.
Then I'm working some other angle.
But I'll be in touch.
Thank you for seeing me.
You have some...
Sorry.
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,
and then we can put all this behind us.
I thought maybe we could...
We should move.
Start over, you know.
Get out of OB and away from all this.
What do you think?
I saw Gavin.
How is he?
He's messed up.
I'm supposed to get 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.
Hank: Did Jessica leave?
She had to get back to Doug and the kids.
(clears throat)
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.
16.
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 I need you to do me a favor.
I just want you to hold onto 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,
okay?
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.
(carnival music playing)
Mark: Hey, hold up.
I know you can't spot a tail for shit.
Go home, Mark.
Come back in 10 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.
Britt: Ashley!
(banging on door)
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 would not have 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.
Hank: 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 5'8", brown hair, green eyes.
Kind of like that?
Laura!
Are you all right?
No, but I'm not dead.
They came into the liquor store about 2 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.
"JardÃ­n de los NiÃ±os, Mexico." The hell is this?
(classical piano playing)
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, 6 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, have brown hair?
And she was there at the meeting with Zeitlin,
with Lindus and with the client?
Yes.
Thank you.
I thought you were suspended.
Right, not for long. Where's Brehmer?
(phone ringing)
Britt.
Britt: (on phone) Hank,
you're never gonna believe what I just found out.
Guess who can ID the guy Zeitlin works for.
Who? Henry Dolworth?
You're under arrest on three counts of
conspiracy to commit murder.
What? No.
Mark: Captain, please.
Brehmer: Read him his rights. Get him to Holding.
Hey, 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.
Hank: Do something, all right?
(phone ringing)
Maggie, what the hell is going on?
Why did Hank get arrest-- 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.
woman: 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.
Britt, do you know anything about this?
What else do they got?
Hank checked into the hotel
where Gretchen and Jason were getting married
the day they were getting married.
(Mark sighs)
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'm 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.
(indistinct radio transmission)
Hank: So what's up?
Robledo, you couldn't spring for two transports?
Robledo: Shut up, Hank.
You guys speak English?
(speaking in foreign language)
officer: 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.
man: (over radio) OBP 3, do 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?
(dog barking)
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 3 or 4 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.
(classical music playing)
Hank: Where are we going?
What's this?
Britt: It's Elenore Gosney's current address in San Marcos.
She didn't stay in Catalina?
Would you?
She met Zeitlin's client 6 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
land grab 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?
Elenore: Who wants to know?
Hey, it's you guys.
Anyone want a beer?
Yes, ma'am.
That's right. You don't drink anymore.
Elenore: 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 6 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?
Laura: Would you maybe recognize a picture?
Yeah, that's the guy right there.
Hank: 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.
(garbled radio transmission)
Hank: 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?
(engine starts)
Holy shit. That's the guy's truck.
Dispatch, OBP 4, in pursuit of a blue Ford Courier.
Evening.
Think you guys are looking for somebody else.
Hank: Oh, shit.
(gun cocks)
Burke: I remember,
right after I pumped your friend full of heroin,
I looked everywhere for that.
What is it? Photographs.
I was going to see of whom
and 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?
(Burke yells)
Holy shit.
We got to stop splitting up.
Ben: 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?
Britt: 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, he was about 5 hours old,
and Catherine came in,
and I thought it was going to be great.
She came into the hospital room,
slapped him in the face with one hand
and took her crayon,
stuck it into his neck with the other.
We never thought they'd get along,
but since then, they've been best of--
Ben: 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?
Hank: 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 4 and 7-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.
But, 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.
Doctored environmental reports regarding the Montague Resort,
land grabs, 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 see why you built
a 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 onto that. There's plenty more.
man: (on radio) You're listening to KXOB News.
A local man accused of masterminding
last week's holdup of Sam's Liquor
was released yesterday
as the confessed gunmen implicated
a different suspect.
That man remains at large.
woman: (on radio) Federal authorities today
arrested San Diego attorney Benjamin Zeitlin
in connection to new revelations
surrounding the Montague environmental scandal.
Feds cited OBPD Detective Mark Gustafson
as being instrumental in breaking the case.
In other police news,
Captain Reginald Brehmer has announced his retirement.
man: (on radio) Tomorrow's forecast
is clear skies with a high of 76 degrees.
You're listening to KXOB Ocean Beach,
where constancy is the spice of life.
Gretchen: Hello?
(door closes)
Hank?
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 that's why I called you.
Give you first crack at it. If you want it, it's yours.
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.
Laura: 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 is 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.
Oh, I missed you. Aw.
That's a nice shirt. Is that new?
No.
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 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.
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.
Don't give up on me yet.
It's pretty here.
You ready?
Step on it, will you?
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?
* Hell, no, son Ain't gotta get the gun *
* Seen a lotta 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 *