Terriers (2010): Season 1, Episode 10 - Asunder - full transcript

Previously, on Terriers...

Ben Zeitlin. It's a pleasure.

Why don't we step
inside for a few minutes.

This is Mr. Burke, who works for me.

We want the pedological report
Mr. Lindus stole from us back.

We want you to get it for us.

That was from Mickey.

I messed up.

What did you do?

- I got drunk, and I...
- Was it someone from school?

My professor.



Why?

I've been feeling
the way he's looking at me

lately, and I pretty much
know what's coming next.

- That's what you want. - Why Hank,
when everything's like so perfect?

I think we're pregnant.

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

And it totally explains why she's
been acting all weird and moody lately.

Not exactly definitive proof.

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

I don't know who the father is.

Jesus, Katie.

Baby, because of
you, everything has changed.

Will you do me the
honor... of being my wife?

You investigated me?



I really wanted to find out who
Gretchen was marrying for her sake.

I figured you'd only known him six
months... it was worth looking into.

Don't tell
me you're protecting me.

You're the live grenade in my life.

Stay the hell away from my wedding!

You're disinvited!

This is KXOB
Ocean Beach. Saturday morning.

Bringing you Sarah Vaughn.

Mr. Carter.

Can I have a refill, please?

You know, you're abusing
our "bottomless cup" policy.

Not to mention the folks
waiting on the booth.

Order something, will you?

All right, I'll
have a side of toast.

Maybe throw a little jelly on there.

- Britt, tell me you're eating.
- I would never eat here.

We're going broke.

Thanks, guys.

* If you're happy and
you know it, clap your hands...*

Or don't.

How long you been here for?

Since they opened in 1974.

How long you gonna be here?

Till closing or I
die, whichever comes first.

You have been here for a
while... you're reading the home section?

Rereading it.

You gonna be okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. Really.

- Have a good time.
- So, I won't go if you don't want me to.

Gretchen wants you
and Katie to be there.

You... you should go.

I'm serious... I
don't even like weddings.

The chicken always tastes
like fish... it's disgusting.

You should put a ring on your
girl's finger... you join society, boy.

Hey, listen, you
should leave town today.

You know? Just get in the truck,
go for a drive, check into a

resort, watch Love,
Actually on pay-per-view.

I'd hang myself.

Ah, it's a really good movie, Hank.

Seriously, man, just don't
hang around town today.

Or it'll start messing with your head.

You'll call me if you need anything?

Sure. How about a shotgun?

Just... kiss the bride for me.

Don't tell her it was
from me, though, okay?

- Carter, could I, uh...
- Consider yourself cut off.

So, this morning I, uh,
I cleaned the gutters out on my

roof, I mopped the floors in
my house, swept the garage,

Windex'd the windows inside and
out, and, uh, polished the three

pieces of silver I own.

I did anything to distract
myself, 'cause today my

ex-wife's getting married to her new guy.

And I still... love her something fierce.

But that ship sailed.

I know that.

It's kind of funny, because,
um... her wedding is, uh, is

starting just any minute now.

But... I had this other
thought... (chuckles) that was, um...

what better way to distract
myself than to fall off the wagon?

You know?

I have 543 days of sobriety.

And it's been good.

But I have to say that today
has been the toughest one yet.

No lie.

But... I figure if I can get
through today, you know, I can

pretty much get through anything.

Thanks.

Thank you, Hank.

Oh, my God, this is so beautiful.

Yeah, it's... it's nice.

This is nicer than the other thing,
and the other thing was really nice.

How much did they spend?

Hey, what's that?

Oh, that's flower
petals... it's the bridal path.

It's supposed to be that way.

What, they buy flowers
and then pick 'em apart?

You want that on your big day, baby?

Some petals at your feet?

No, I don't need anything special.

Ooh, bar, bar,
bar, bar, bar, bar, bar.

Wine? Champagne? Sparkling water?

Red.

Actually, water's good with me.

Yeah, booze before a ceremony's bad luck.

Hey, do we even know anybody here?

I think I met that guy
at the, um, engagement party.

His name is John or... Barbara.

I mean, we can meet people,
but then we have to talk to them.

Yeah. "How do you
know the happy couple?"

"We met in prison."

Oh! Oh, man, I am so
sorry. Are you all right?

Yeah, no, I'm
good. You barely got me.

Geez, I feel like an idiot.

Is there anything I can do?

No, it's all right,
we got it, it's fine.

Sorry... again.

Sounds like you got a
long day ahead of you.

Man, you get tempted
again, you know what to do.

Call. E-mail, anything.

Send up a batsignal.

You know, just... just... then splash some
water on your face and hit a meeting.

- Oh, God, I'm sorry.
- What are you doing?

- Sorry, Barry, I got a...
- The cell phone?

I got to take it.

Hold on. What's up?

Listen, I need a huge favor, man.

Some idiot just splashed half
a gallon of Merlot on my shirt.

It's the only one I got. It's okay
I break into your place and snag one?

Yeah, no problem.

Hey, why don't I run one out
to you, save you some time?

You uh... you sure it's a good idea?

Yeah. It's no big deal.

All right? I'll meet
you in the parking lot.

Besides, what the hell else am I doing?

And if you do the round trip, you'll
probably miss half the ceremony.

Uh... okay.

All right, yeah, uh, I'll...
I'll see you in a sec.

Hey, uh, bring a tie.

Gotcha.

Barry, I got a run, okay?

But I'll call you.

He's not coming here, is he?

Jesus! I thought
I had a drinking problem.

What's it like in there?

Aw, you know, chairs, people.

It's actually kind of chintzy.

They got flower petals
on the ground and shit.

Plus, Katie's acting kind of funny.

Kind of funny how?
Wedding crazy kind of funny?

They got a open
bar, she ordered a Perrier.

Whoa! Whoo! Nuts.

I've never seen her
pass up free booze in my life.

- Makes me think she might be...
- All right, here's a

piece of advice... never play
detective in your personal life.

If she's, uh, like that, she'll tell you.

Well, if she is,
why hasn't she told me?

'Cause she's a woman.

That shirt fits you like a dream.

Is it okay?

All right. I'm gonna head back.

How you doing, you okay?

Alright, I'm glad you took
my advice and got out of town.

Yeah, hey, can I... can
I tell you something? Seriously.

Whatever you do, don't thank me.

Thank you.

Uh, sorry, sorry.

Excuse me. Sorry, sorry.

What'd I miss?

Uh, "Greensleeves"

and "Claire de Lune."

Oh, those are my favorites!

Excuse me.

Can you point me in the
direction of the Adler wedding?

The hallway to the right.

Thank you.

Please be seated.

Let us be thankful that we are
here together to share Jason and

Gretchen's love of one another.

Good afternoon. What can I get you?

Do you have Famous Grouse?

We do.

I'll take a double.

Neat.

Very good.

You're in the Ambassador Suite.

They're cleaning it now.

Oh, I imagine
she'll have her guard up.

I'll talk to her.

Hopefully, reason will prevail.

And if it doesn't?

Oh, I don't want to do the math
on that particular equation just yet.

I have people standing by.

If I have the gift
of prophecy and can fathom all

mysteries and all knowledge, and if I
have a faith that can move mountains...

You okay?

KATIE. Yeah. Yeah. I probably
should just eat something.

Oh, shit. Come here.

- Uh-oh.
- What?

It's Hank.

He's here.

- He's here... here?
- Yeah, he's here. He's at the hotel.

Excuse me, sorry, sorry, sorry.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

- This is not what you think it is.
- I don't care what it is.

I don't care what you think I
think it is. You cannot be here man.

- What are you doing?
- Will you listen to me for a second?

Does this name ring a bell? Ben Zeitlin?

Zeitlin? Lawyer guy? Guy who
threatened you?

Yeah, and you and everyone we know,

trying to keep the Montague environmental
scare hush-hush.

I thought we were done with that, man.
The soil report went public,

they shut the place down, end of story.

It's a little more
complicated than that. Anyway.

Zeitlin is here. At the hotel,
with his muscle guy in suit.

You mean the guy you popped in the nose?

Yeah, they're up to something.
I don't know what.

I overheard them in the cam, but I think they
mean someone harm and I wanna find out why.

I don't know what to do here.

Well, I thought maybe call your tacky friends.

Shh, shh, shh.

Listen, you're my partner, you're my
best friend, but this is insanity, Hank.

I love you to death, man,
but you cannot be here.

Look, I'm not going
anywhere near that wedding.

I lost Gretch, I know that.

But if I don't pursue whatever
the hell's going down here, I'm

gonna be licking the bottom of a
bottle of Scotch within an hour.

Do you understand?

Okay, okay, yeah.

I get it.

I'll call 'em.

You do what you got to do,
but I got to sit this one out.

I can't go barking up
this particular tree, man.

Not right now. Not with
Katie the way I think she is.

I'm sorry.

Okay, I'm gonna... I'm gonna head back.

You... are you gonna be okay?

Yeah, of course.

Night.

- Hey, and you'll call if...
- Yeah, without hesitation.

Hi.

I'd like a room, please, if
there's, uh, anything available.

I think we can arrange that.

Will this be single occupancy?

Yes.

Um, is the Ambassador
Suite available for tonight?

I'm afraid not. It's been booked.

Oh, okay. Can I get something as
close to there as possible, please?

We can do that.

Look, I'm telling you,
Bentham knew what he was talking

about with the Panopticon.

Watch the interior, jackass.

You sound like a fascist.

Hey. Park it out front, all right?

Thanks, man.

Hey, guys, thanks for coming.

We don't have a lot of time.

There's a meeting happening in
the room directly below us, and

I want to bug it.

- Oh. Who are we bugging?
- Do you care?

No.

We'll be up and
running in about five minutes.

One, two, three.

Dude, don't go so fast.

It's not my fault.

You know you're not
supposed to walk backwards.

I now pronounce
you man and wife.

Hey, they did invite us
to the reception, too, right?

Yeah.

Oh, they wouldn't seat us at
different tables, though, would they?

Hey, you know what
I don't want at our wedding?

Waste.

You get envelopes, little cards,
numbers on 'em, telling you where to sit.

People are gonna throw them away
as soon as they look at them.

I'd rather just say,
"Hey, you, sit there."

Yeah, the direct approach.

That's right.

Sort of like if I were to
say, "Hey, you pregnant?"

Like that.

Hey, you pregnant?

No.

Where'd you get that idea?

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

What were you doing
going through the trash?

I wasn't going through the trash.

I wasn't looking for food.

I just... I saw it.

Yeah, that-that was a false alarm.

No spring baby.

Okay.

Oh, hey, look... more cards.

Cards to tell you where to go,
cards to tell you when you got there.

Waste.

You disappointed?

A little.

You relieved?

I don't know.

Ooh.

Yeah.

To Gretchen and Jason.

Let's get sauced.

Okay, here
are our three options.

First off, we got a remote
operator... basically Gunt parked

on the other side of the
pool with a shotgun mic.

We'll get sound, but not always reliably.

Second option.

We take the bug, snake
it down through a vent.

We'll get great sound,
no directional control.

Or?

Or this.

Picture, audio.

One problem.

We'd have to somehow get it into the room.

Room service, please.

Which one of you looks most like a waiter?

It's called non-repeating
route signature code, okay?

And I think you should
be on board for this.

I'm talking to the
Marriot. They're interested.

I'm talking to Westin. They're interested.

You guys should get on this.
100%. It's a firewall.

It's a honey pot.

It's a search-and-destroy
nuclear missile against any sort

of incoming mall wear, computer
virus, Trojan horse, any of that stuff.

They already brought coffee.

Compliments of the hotel, sir.

Where can I set up?

And how are you today, sir?

Enjoying your stay with us, I trust?

Just leave the food, please.

Can we get some more
of those pastries you ordered?

You know this guy?

Yeah, we had coffee once.

What, he piss
you off or something?

He threatened my life.

Had my friend killed, I'm pretty sure.

Oh, who's this?

Ben Zeitlin. It's
a pleasure to meet you.

- Laura Ross.
- Have a seat.

- Would you care for some coffee?
- Sure.

Thank you.

She's a freelance journalist.

A few pieces for local
papers, but mostly online.

Lately, she's been writing about
Old Town Ocean Beach and how

it's being bought up by something called
the Terra Nuestra Investment Group.

Most people have been willing to sell.

It's the slums of O.B.

But she says, a few of them have
been forced out with lawsuits

and eminent domain decrees.

Well, in her column this week,
she IDs the mover and shaker

behind it all... Ben Zeitlin.

I do appreciate you sitting
for this interview, Mr. Zeitlin.

I'm curious about a series of
land sales and, uh, political

initiatives over the last couple years.

Let me stop you there.

Um, I've read your articles, Miss Ross.

They have the narrative
punch of all good fiction.

You deny there's a a land-grab
going on in Old Town Ocean Beach?

I deny even being aware
of an allegation of it, until

you named me as a chief
conspirator, of course.

But what gives you the idea that I have
anything to do with what you're alleging?

Your fingerprints
are not entirely well-hidden.

A former clerk from your law
office registered the Terra

Nuestra Investment Group as a corporation
with the County Clerk five years ago.

You're one of San Diego's
most powerful attorneys.

And if I was going to steal
land through legal channels,

I'd use you to do it.

I'm not that powerful.

San Diego's not that small a town.

Who else is behind Terra Nuestra,

and what are they planning to do
with all the land they've amassed?

What alarms me is that
so much of the information that

you've gathered couldn't
possibly have just been stumbled

upon, if you follow me.

So I'm curious.

What-what pointed you in my
direction in the first place?

Um... Would you mind if we spoke
off the record briefly, Miss Ross?

All right.

Miss Ross, I apologize.

I have no intention of
giving you an interview.

I've met with you as a courtesy.

You have a source.

Most likely, from my office,
and possibly, local government,

who's feeding you information, am I right?

I have many
sources. I'm a reporter.

Hmm. See, I don't have
much respect for Internet

journalism, frankly, but that doesn't
mean that people don't read it.

You have a source.

I'd like to know who it is.

You want me to
reveal my source to you?

I do, yes, I would.

I don't think so.

If you co-operate, I could help you.

Help me how?

We'll disclosure some of the
informations in your articles.

Maybe a violation of federal law.
I could keep you in jail.

I've heard that dance before.

I could also refrain from suing you,
for libel,

for some of things you've
written about me.

And, I can ask Mr. Burke,

before he calls the police, to remove

the heroin from the trunk of your car.

Come on, miss Ross.

Do you see how far you've let
your imagination run away with this

story, I'm kidding.

He's not kidding.

Come on, what can they do to her?

They're in a hotel full of people.

Yeah, tell that to
Bobby Kennedy, all right?

Really? That's too soon?

Okay, you know what, this
place is sturdy, guys, okay?

They can't hear us, we can't hear them.

Let's see if she's in
a phone book. Maybe we could call her on cellphone...

There is no phone book for cellphones.

You do live in the dark
ages, man. Move over.

You think she gets
e-mail on that thing?

With a little shuck-and-jive,
I can even make it show up as a text.

You know what you want to say?

I don't want to deliver a
lecture on journalistic ethics

any more than you want to listen to one.

The press, as it's now known, is anyone
with a modem and a grievance, so...

... I don't see how you
could possibly be bound by

conventional obligations to your source.

Is something wrong?

No.

Tell you what.

If the old rules are off,
I'll go quid pro quo with you.

You tell me what you're up to in
Ocean Beach... and I'll let you

know my source.

Well, I'm just a lawyer,
Miss Ross...

I'm not up to anything.

Terra Nuestra, I've learned, is
in closet negotiations with the Montague

Group, whom you represent,
to appropriate some condemned

property that they
were trying to build on.

I'm told Terra Nuestra's
picking it up for a song.

If you do represent Terra
Nuestra, you're in clear ethical

violation with the Montague Group.

More importantly, if this became
public, I can think of a dozen

roadblocks that would go up
overnight... citizens' groups,

environmental committees...
ten years of red tape.

So what are you planning to do with
those thousands of acres of toxic land?

It's not toxic, damn it... shut up.

Are you gonna tell me
who your source is or not?

Miss Ross?

No, I will not.

Huh.

Very well.

All I can do is ask.

Pretty snazzy, huh?

$5,000 just to save one the...

actual effort of opening the door.

Your mother, Eileen,

she lives near here. Alone.

She suffers from...
diabetes, and hypertension.

In a few minutes, two people will park
across from her home on Lambert Street.

Within 30 seconds, they can be inside it.

Hey, how do you turn
up the volume on these things?

He's threatening her.

They will hold her
down and insert a needle...

here, beneath her fingernail.

Within 15 seconds, she'll
be in cardiac arrest.

She'll be brain-dead in two minutes.

All we need is a name, Miss Ross.

For the very first
time, please welcome Mr. and

Mrs. Jason and Gretchen Adler!

Hey, how long
do we have to stay here?

Gretchen and Jason just got here.

So we have to stay for the entrée?

Yeah.

Oh, man.

I just want to go home, crack open a
beer and hang out with my girlfriend.

Your fianc?e?

- What? - You just called me your
girlfriend, and we're engaged, right?

Sorry, it's force of habit.

It's alright, I just thought
I got demoted there.

I still can't believe how much
time and money they spent

- to print shit just so we know we sit here.
- You know what, babe...

We don't have to have a wedding
if you don't want one.

No, I wanna have a wedding, I just...

don't want all this bullshit, you know?

Let's dance.

- I don't wanna dance.
- I want to.

Miss Ross, any change of feeling
about your source?

Got about five minutes before I
have to move on to my next meeting.

Why don't we wrap this up before that?

Hey, you two!

Hey!

Congratulations!

Oh, it was gorgeous.

Thanks so much for coming.

We're really happy
that you're here, seriously.

Have you guys made some
friends at your table, or...?

Yeah, you know, we met,
um, uh, a lot of good people.

Hey, I thought you were gonna get a tux.

I felt safer in the suit.

Look at you.
You look beautiful.

Oh, stop.

- But you are just...
- Ah.

You okay?

She okay?

- Whoa.
- Wow. Yeah.

Um, uh, you know maybe
she ate something... bad.

Not here, but... excuse me.

May I step outside
for a minute? I need some air.

Certainly, Miss Ross.

You can dip your feet in
the Jacuzzi if you like.

Just leave your bag, please.

I'm right above you.

Did they threaten you?

Someone close to you?

Miss Ross?

Look, just leave
my mother out of this.

You don't need to go
to 517 Lambert Street.

I will tell you what you need to know.

Hey, I got a job for you guys.

Write this down.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

No, you're not.

Yeah.

You're pregnant.

Why did you lie?

I don't want to
talk about this right now.

Why are you mad at me?

I don't know.

You found the test a week
ago, and you only tell me now.

Why would I be mad?

Don't... don't make this about me.

Katie, are you... are you pregnant or not?

Why did you lie to me?

Hi, Mrs. Ross.

Your daughter Laura sent us.

Yeah, we're
friends of hers... from work.

Ms. Ross, I have to go.

Give me the name of your source
or I will just have to leave you

alone with Mr. Burke.

Robert Jillert.

Robert Jillert is my source.

Who is that?

He works in the
office of records downtown.

- I don't know...
- Uh, yes, business and residential.

San Diego. Robert Jillert.

So threatening old ladies
is part of your business practice?

I'll send someone over.

That land must
be very valuable to you.

What are you building on it?

You should stop talking.

It was... I was... really drunk.

I can't even really barely
remember anything about it,

except I just woke up,
wanting to take it all back.

- I mean, Britt, I wish so much that...
- You can't take it back, Katie.

You can't undo this. Who was
it, who was it, who was it?

It doesn't matter. Bullshit!

Don't tell me it doesn't matter!

It matters! Who was it?

Nobody.

It's not like I like
him. It just happened.

What the hell does
that mean... it just happened?

Did you pick him up?

Is this somebody you know? It it...?

Why are you protecting him?

I'm protecting you.

I don't need your protection!

Baby, I would do anything,
I would do anything, Britt.

I would do anything for you.

I would do anything to
take it back, and I can't.

And I just... I love you.

I love you.

I just... Oh, God, I'm just scared.

You lied to me
and I tell you everything.

I tell you everything.

Why? Why?

I didn't want to hurt you.

Why did you do it?!

- What did I do wrong?!
- I don't know!

I've been trying to figure it out!

Are you bored?!

What's wrong?! What did I do?!

You love me, then tell me!

Tell me why.

'Cause you're not ready.

You're not ready for any of this.

I can tell. You're not ready for me.

You marry me, and you'd hate me.

And you'd hate your life.

You're not ready!

There's your key.

Go home, Katie.

I want you, I want you
to go to school on Monday.

I want you to stay there all
day, 'cause I don't want you

at the place when I come by
and grab my shit.

I'll be gone by the afternoon.

And then what?

Just know that I always loved you.

I love you more than anything.

And I never want to see you again.

I-I don't understand
why I can't just call Laura.

Yeah, I don't think she's
gonna pick up, but she's fine, okay?

She just needs to know that you're okay.

I feel like
I'm being kidnapped.

Ma'am, if that were true, then
we'd be the world's shittiest kidnappers.

Just as long as you
have me home by 6:00 for dinner.

Hank? Yeah, yeah, we got her.

Good.

Uh, yes, I need Hotel Security.

Hotel Security.

Open the door, please.

Can I help you?

Good afternoon, sir. Hotel security.

We have a report of a
woman screaming in here.

Screaming?

Miss Ross, were you screaming,
and somehow we missed it?

Not that I recall.

Would you mind if we
take a quick look, sir?

Not at all. Thank you.

Well, I think that
wraps up all the questions I

have for you, Mr. Zeitlin.

Thank you for your time.

It was my pleasure.
Let me walk you out.

No, no, that's all right.
I'll let these gentlemen escort me.

Sorry to bother you, sir.

That's all right.

Just out of curiosity,
who phoned in the report?

Another hotel guest.

Must have heard a TV or something.

Again, our apologies.

Ma'am?

Didn't you sweep this place?!

Twice.

Well, somebody is listening!

Just keep walking. They're coming.

You. Who are you?

I'll tell you about that later.

My mom?

She's with some friends of
mine. She's fine, but you're not.

Come on. This way. Go.

Come on, Britt, answer, answer.

I tried that source of yours, Robert
Jillert, but he wouldn't pick up.

He's not my source.

He's a guy I know at the office of records.
He's on the cruise for the next few months.

You can take on your feet.

So can you. On that subject -
what's your story?

I'm a private detective.

I've been working one side of
this thing, you've been working the another.

I think it's a lot whole bigger
than either of us suspects.

Excuse me... Which way is the ballroom?

Great, this way, come on.

- Whose wedding is his?
- Beats me.

Do you have any money on you?

Here.

Really?

- I'll be in touch.
- Thank you.

Don't. I wouldn't have got so far
this thing without you.

Hey, mate. Please, take care of
this lady, take her wherever she needs to go.

Okay.

Mr. Zeitlin.

Mr. Dolworth.

Well, this is a surprise.

Last time we met, as I recall,
you almost gave Mr. Burke here

a deviated septum.

There's a name for
guys who punch and run.

"Independent contractor."

There's a name for guys like
you, too, but I promised Father

Michael I wouldn't use that word.

What are you doing here?

Surveillance work.

My ex-wife used to make
that face all the time.

Your conversation from
today... picture and sound.

Now, you can have this copy if you like.

I gave one to Miss Ross
and one to my partner.

God only knows where they are now.

If you go after Laura, this
disc becomes very, very public.

It's good to see
you again, Mr. Dolworth.

Likewise.

Ow! Damn it! Oh!

I hit you harder.

Oh, damn. Oh, shit...

Britt?

What happened man?

You turned your phone off.

Where's Katie?

I don't want to talk about it.

What happened to you?

The usual.

Come on man, let's
just get the hell outta here.

- What's that?
- Bluff.

Brother, we got ourselves a case.

Zeitlin's planning on
buying up half this town.

We might be the only two sons of
bitches who know anything about it.

Your place or mine?

I need a drink...
more than ever in my life.

I don't.