Terriers (2010): Season 1, Episode 2 - Dog and Pony - full transcript

Previously on Terriers...

I'm Hank Dolworth and

this is my partner Britt Pollack

We're private investigators.

You remember my...

my daughter Elenore, my little girl?

Says she's in some kind of

trouble, needs money.

You can find her, can't you, Hank?

That's what you do.

Holy shit!



That's the sex tape.

I really don't want to

hear the daughter of a really

good friend of mine getting

boned by this town's favorite son.

Got a stiff down at

the docks.

Likely O.D.

Mickey was a drinker,

sure, but he would never in a

million years touch that shit.

You killed my friend, so I'm

going to destroy you.

And I just wanted you to know that.



Jesus, God, I hope

you have a plan.

Cheat.

Mr. Lindus, I have a

warrant to search your house.

You think it'll stick?

It'll definitely screw

up his weekend plans.

We just opened up a

huge can of shit into our lives.

Ain't we got fun?

This is assistant D.A.

Lauren Rivera conducting

the deposition of Mr. Henry Dolworth

in the murder case

against Robert Lindus.

Present in the room are myself,

counselor for defense Bertram Launer,

counsel for Mr. Dolworth

Margaret Levritz, Detective Mark Gustafson

of the ocean beach police department,

and Mr. Dolworth

Now, Mr. Dolworth, have you ever

been deposed before?

No.

I've been imposed upon, but

never deposed.

I posed once for a photo, but

not, you know, for money.

You'll be answering

questions under oath,

understand?

I suppose I do.

Also know

defendant's counsel is allowed

to ask you questions, too, if he

so chooses.

Fantastic haircut, by the way.

Do we go to the same guy?

Okay, why don't we

proceed with the oath?

I do solemnly swear

that the testimony I'm about to

give before this court...

Shall be the truth,

the whole truth, and nothing but

the truth, so help you God.

Shall...

Anything wrong?

No, nothing's wrong.

I just, I didn't know you guys

kept the part about God.

Could you read that back to me

again, please?

You and Mr. Pollack

are private detectives?

Well, on our tax

returns, it says we sell

seashells by the seashore, but,

uh, we moonlight a bit.

Mr. Lindus wanted you

to retrieve something for him,

didn't he?

Yeah, a sex tape.

Him and Elenore knocking boots.

And how much did

Mr. Lindus pay you for the cell phone

with the sex tape on it?

$30,000.

He must have really, really

wanted it back.

Enough to kill someone, I guess.

This is the check

that he paid you with?

It is.

If I could just have that

back...

Any idea where

Elenore Gosney is right now?

We'd like to talk to her.

My best guess would be

Mexico.

She said she had friends in...

Portland?

Oregon or Maine... I can't

remember which.

I'd like to ask the

witness a question, if I may.

Mr. Dolworth, this is the

handgun found at Mr. Lindus's

home as a result of the search

warrant based on your testimony.

Under oath, have you ever seen

this before?

Nope.

Uh... uh.

Hey, Gretch. Sorry, i didn't pick up,

I was in the middle of a thing.

Just want to make sure you're still on

for the inspection today.

You'll never guess what I found.

That wine decanter my Uncle gave

us as a wedding gift.

The one you thought was a flower vase.

The one you thought I hocked.

I never said that.

Well, you thought it

pretty loud.

Yeah, we're on for noon.

My real estate Agent asked if

you could bring the remainder of

the deposit today.

Hey, about that check,

I...

Yeah, about that check.

Yeah, yeah, it's in my hand

right now.

Look, uh, I'll see you in an hour.

How'd it go in there?

Like showering in a

Mexican jail.

It went.

You know the two of you suck

shit at sounding sincere?

How either of you ever gets laid

astonishes me.

Mags, we need that

check back.

The 30,000 from Lindus?

Good luck; It's exhibit B for

the prosecution.

They can make a copy,

can't they?

Wouldn't matter;

the D.A. Froze Lindus's assets.

Why do you think the rich prick

can't make bail?

Hey, Mark, how'd it go

in there?

You can ask

Gustafson for compensation.

But given your performance in there,

I doubt he'll give you

the time of day.

I stuck my neck out

'cause of you!

I had a man arrested with a very

good attorney because of what

you told me.

And now he's beginning to poke

holes to your story, and some of

what he's saying sounds pretty

goddamn credible.

Mark, on my mother's grave,

I was not lying in there.

Hank, your mother was cremated.

Do you know what Lindus's lawyer

alleged in there?

That you and your boy toy just

planted that murder weapon at

Lindus's house.

You don't believe that, do you?

That he's my boy toy?

What the hell are you

doing here anyway?

I just dropped in, you know,

to... to ask the time.

See, you thought you

was gonna come back here and get

that check, didn't you?

You know...

What, you a little

short on cash?

So what you thinking, the

department is just gonna

reimburse you?

Hey, what's the

difference between murder one

and manslaughter?

Why?

I just heard that

pinstriped dude say something

about copping a plea for lindus.

You have got to be

shitting me.

last time this

thing happens.

I am not gonna...

Hey, so what are we doing?

Getting our money back,

some of it at least.

By stealing from the

police department?

Our tits are in the ringer

enough, don't you think?

These are fugitive alerts.

jurisdictions, trial maneuvers,

parole violaters, bail jumpers,
family in the area.

No one used to pay attention to them,

but sometimes they come

with cash rewards.

Yahtzee!

Got one?

Montell Gobright.

Armed robbery in La Mesa.

$5,000 for information leading

to his arrest.

God bless America.

The Lord taketh away,

he also giveth.

Well, he will also

bone us if anyone finds out we

planted that gun.

We framed a guilty man.

The Lord's light shineth upon us.

Quit it.

Quitteth what?

You're pissing him off!

Look, we nab Montell,

put a little change in our pocket,

and then we starteth atoning.

"Terriers: S01E02"
"Dog and Pony"
Original Air date 15 September, 2010

* 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

and bleed. *

What day is it?

Is it, is it Monday or Tuesday?

I don't know.

I could check my phone, but it's

in my pocket.

I think this Lindus

case is gonna bring us a lot of attention.

I kind of smell an opportunity.

Is that what that

smell is?

I think we should make

up business cards.

What, put on windows

and shit?

Or hand out, so people

don't think we're just

panhandling.

What do we call

ourselves, Dolworth and Pollack

private investigators?

Beats Dolworth and

Pollack shit shovelers.

Hey, do we need a mascot?

Like what?

You know, like the

Trix rabbit or Tony the tiger or something.

No, those are for cereals.

And taken.

That's true, but I'm just... what are they,

they are examples of mascots,
like someone identifies us, that...

that tells people that...

we're pretty kick-ass, you know?

Like a dragon, maybe.

Dragons are kick-ass.

Yeah, but they also get slayed.

Are you joking?

No, I'm not joking.

I'm saying, a guy in a fedora

or, you know, a magnifying

glass... something like that.

Something that tells people that

once we're on a case, man,

we never quit.

All right.

Yeah?

I got nothing.

Me, neither.

That's a pretty dude right there, man.

Apparently, Montell knocked over

a liquor store.

Fled La Mesa last week when cops

came a-callin' to his home.

Last known girlfriend's address?

Yeah.

Agatha Hagglethorp.

I'm not making it up.

It says here this dude's

six-foot, 210 pounds.

Got prior arrests for home

burglary and public disturbance.

Not exactly a lightweight.

Well, good.

You two will have a lot to talk about.

You stay up all night last

night drinking?

New dog.

I had to get up every two hours

to take it out to pee.

And it barks at its own farts.

Is that her?

Yeah, it's got to be.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Yeah?

I'd like to buy my

friend here a reading.

You guys have an appointment?

I'll make sure and call

ahead next time.

All right, but you

got to help me put the groceries away.

All right, let's see.

So what do my cards say?

I'm gonna go on a great journey,

meet a mysterious stranger?

Shh!

I don't come down to where you

work and slap the venti latte

out of your mouth.

Sorry.

Are you supposed to,

uh, refrigerate wheatgrass or

just put it in the sun?

So, like, this card

here says that freedom is really

important to you.

And this one here says that

you've already met the love of your life.

Awesome.

Now tell me something that isn't

true for every other yokel who

walks in here.

Okay.

How about this card here?

Says you got a new presence in

your life and it's going to screw
with your shit big time.

What?

Oh, yeah.

It's gonna take a big old dump

on these two cards especially.

Well, go on.

Uh, your health card's good.

No, I don't give a shit.

I want to know about this one,

the... the... the presence.

Well, it's gonna come

into your life soon, if it

hasn't already.

And you're gonna go through some

serious strife trying to get rid of it.

Do you sell these?

No, I lease them.

Of course I sell them.

My neighbor has a kiln, but I

glaze them all myself.

Mm, nice.

Jesus!

What are you doing?!

Enough screwing around,

Miss algae cakes!

Thought you could run a scam

like this scot-free?

Well, guess what, you thought wrong.

What are you talking about?

Your little card trick for money.

No one so much as hangs a

shingle in this neighborhood

unless we get a taste, you understand?

Oh, you guys are

trying to muscle me?

You can't be serious.

Explain it to her, Joey.

Well, you see, ma'am,

um... now, this is a dangerous

neighborhood.

Mm-hmm.

Lot of bad elements.

You need protection.

For instance, from someone,

uh... tearing down your tapestries.

Ooh.

Ah, buzz kill.

Fine, I'm calling the cops.

I wouldn't do that if I were you.

We're drinking buddies with half the OBPD.

They come in here and they see

all this drug paraphernalia, who

you think they're putting in the

back of the squad car?

Hmm?

Now, I'm guessing you don't get

more than, what, two grand a

month dealing your bad shit

Blackjack?

We just want ten percent.

Well, I don't have

the money on me.

That's no big deal.

We'll come back later tonight.

Have it then.

7:00.

And if you don't have it, Joey

here trashes the place.

God, I feel like a

dick right now.

Y... you think Montell's gonna show?

The toilet seat was up,

and there was a condom wrapper

in the trash.

He's been there, all right.

Dollars to doughnuts, she's on

the phone right now, telling him

to come beat the crap out of us tonight.

Or putting a karma

curse on us.

Have an algae cake.

Hey Beautiful.

Hi. Oh... look at you in a tie.

Special event?

It was "bring your tie
to work" day.

Sorry I'm such a mess.

Oh, easy with that!

You bring your guy with you or

is he on his way?

My guy?

Your inspector.

He's supposed to be walking

through the house with us today?

That's why we're here?

Look, I know this house

backwards and forwards.

I don't need to pay some guy

to tell me about what I

already know.

Yeah? Well, the

dining room and hallway need

repainting, the kitchen faucet

won't stop dripping.

Yeah, and the bedroom

window's painted shut, I know,

I know, I know.

I like this house, Gretch,

flaws and all.

Where's the check?

I'm gonna have to get

that to you tomorrow.

You said you had it.

Yeah. Yeah, the check to me.

You know, I deposited it in the

bank, and when it clears

tomorrow, I'll write a check

to you.

And what about

the loan?

You need proof of a loan to

close escrow.

Yeah, look, I'm

working on it.

I bet a lot of

banks are just loving you;

sporadically employed, a

dishonorable discharge from

the OBPD.

You're a dream applicant.

Hank, I would love nothing more

than for you to have this house,

but if you're having second

thoughts, any hesitations

whatsoever, I did receive a

backup offer.

It's below asking, but it's a

shitty market, and Jason says

it's pretty reasonable.

Jason?

Is that, uh... that's his name?

Your fiancé?

Yes.

Jason what?

Voorhees?

Adler, if you must know.

The point is, if you want to

back out, that's okay.

I just need you to do it now.

Well, Thursday at the latest.

I want the house,

Gretch.

Oh, my God, baby!

Oh, yes! Oh!

Don't stop!

Oh, my God, I'm, like, right

on the edge.

Yes! That's so good!

Something just lick my balls.

it's obviously not me, I'm already up here.

He's just comparing the taste of

yours to his own.

Of all the dogs in the

pound, we got to get a gay one.

Yeah, his cage was

very tidy.

Yeah. Uh, I'll put him

in the other room.

No, take... take him

out out.

What?

Yeah, if he's gotta

go, he's gotta go.

I mean, we don't want him peeing

on the carpet.

Oh, my God.

You jerking off or

are you gonna join us?

I can't do both?

Come on.

We were together for

nine years.

Married for seven of 'em.

She's pretty much the reason

I got sober, and when I did get

sober, she did the smart thing:

She just split, got out.

And I thought maybe, "okay,

"she's testing me.

"She's just waiting for me to

"get back on my own two feet,

"you know.

"And when I do, we'll get

back together."

But, uh, but that

didn't happen.

I'm sorry. I kind of forgot

how to do this.

It's been a while.

Gretch, I mean, my ex, she... she

met this new guy.

And apparently, uh, they're

getting married.

Plus she's selling our

old place...

And, uh, and I'm the one who's

buying it even though

I can barely afford it.

I'm glad I'm sober today.

I know, I know what my life

would be like if I weren't,

but, honestly, it's really,

really tough right now.

Uh, thanks for listening.

As we

reported earlier, real estate

developer Robert Lindus is being

held in connection to a

murder...

Babe, this is

your case.

How did that get out?

All right, where were we?

Honey, I got a lot

to study today.

But, you know, don't worry.

You got me almost all the

house, huh?

Yup.

Yeah, that's a good idea.

You know what else you

should do?

Go down to the corner filling

station, buy yourself a big can

of premium, douse your clothes

with it and light a match.

So, you're not a fan

of the idea?

You a stupid man, Hank.

I graduated fourth

grade okay.

Come on.

Why would you want to revisit

the place where all your

failures were?

You lost your sobriety

in that house.

You lost your job in that house,

you lost your marriage in

that house.

Now you want to own it?

Is that what you call

"moving on"?

Living in a museum of

your past mistakes?

Okay, Barry, what would

you suggest that I do?

I would call my

ex-wife.

I would say, "honey, I've

"changed my mind.

"Buying that house would be

"the worst mistake of my sad,

"sorry-ass life.

"Uh, you won't be hearing from

"me for quite some time while I

"attempt to get my shit

"together.

"Enjoy the hot marathon sex

"I know you'll be having on

"your honeymoon.

Mazel tov, bitch."

Something like that, you know?

Feel free to use your own words.

It's almost 7:00.

We'd better rehearse.

Let me ask you a

question.

In your experience, what's the

best way to get rid of

blue balls?

Don't get married.

All right, let's assume Montell

answers the door, okay?

You pop him him fresh with

the slugger, he doubles over,

you step aside, I put the

cuffs on him.

If for any reason, he doesn't

stay down, not to worry.

Hit him with the pepper spray.

Anything wrong?

That dark presence she

was talking about earlier?

I think it might be the dog.

It totally cock-blocked me

this afternoon.

I'm not sure I want

to hear this story.

Listen, every time

Katie and I get close, the pooch

is jumping on the bed, and you

can't leave the little bastard

at home more than four hours or

else it craps the rug.

I told you not to get a dachshund.

No, you didn't.

Shh.

Hey, what if she did
call the cops?

What if Gustafson's in there,
waiting for us?

Kick their asses, Mont!

Punch 'em in their dicks!

Did Bradley send you?

Who?

No! No!

911.

All right, get out of

here, Montell.

The crazy neighbor bitch is

calling the cops.

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

We promised her we'd come back

and trash the place.

Do you know what "final

jeopardy" was tonight?

"Running mates:

"Who was Gerald Ford's vice

"presidential running mate in

the 1976 presidential election?"

Gil Gerard.

Now right before trebek

gave the answer, my phone rang.

It was the station chief telling

me that my ex-partner had just

got thrown through a window for

muscling in on a local

business owner.

And before I could stop

laughing, wheel of fortune was

on and I missed the answer.

I guess I will never know.

Probably Google

the answer.

Let me guess.

This morning you lifted Montell Gobright's

fugitive alert from my office.

Now, did you really think that you

were gonna flush him out by

strong-arming his girlfriend?

Pretending to

strong-arm.

It worked, didn't it?

Yeah, too well.

Hey, that report

was bullshit, man!

It said Montell was, like,

six-foot, and the guy's...

It was a typo.

Or maybe the La Mesa cops were

smart enough to not accurately

depict the hulk because nobody

would go after him.

Uncuff these fools, man.

Now, look, I'm gonna need both

of you to do me a favor, and

what I mean by that is, I need

you to do what I say or else

I'll leave your asses in the

can tonight.

I want you to go home, and I

need you to stay there.

Now, you're the primary

witnesses in the biggest murder

case going on right now.

I don't need anybody else

bashing in your heads.

Well, you know, except for me.

Go home, Hank.

You're not a cop anymore.

And for good reason.

So stop pretending to be one.

Someone has to.

I put Reynolds in

charge of finding Montell.

So if he catches you two

sniffing around, well, he has

orders to shoot to maim.

What was Montell

yelling at you right before he

threw you out the window?

Something about a Bradley?

Threw us both.

Yeah, yeah, "Did Bradley send you here?"

Why would someone have to?

It's a rule, I don't like

to get my ass kicked for free.

What about Reynolds?

Reynolds couldn't find

his own taint with a GPS.

Well, I managed to

get what most of what you asked for.

Let's not make this a habit, huh?

I'm your lawyer, not your secretary.

Oh, thanks, Mags.

How about a cup of coffee,

black?

Only if you'll take

it rectally.

So Montell Gobright

knocks over a liquor store in

La Mesa.

Cops don't knock on his door

for ten months?

Someone must have dropped a dime

on him.

Skip a page.

Oh.

What?

A JDFM-137 was filed

in this jurisdiction one day

before La Mesa PD received this hot tip.

A JDFM what?

Application for a
restraining order.

Bradley David Denham.

Come on, kids.

Let's go before the ice cream melts.

Hello.

Bradley Denham?

It's a beautiful animal.

I've always loved horses.

It's why I do what I do.

I'm a bookkeeper at the

Del Mar racetrack.

He did this to you?

Montell did?

Yeah, we were

misinformed at how big he was.

We'll be better prepared

next time.

So, then, he is here

in San Diego.

I'm afraid so.

Mr. Denham, what's your relation

to Mr. Gobright?

You don't know?

He's my half brother.

Oh.

I... I beg your pardon.

The resemblance escaped us.

Oh, I know.

Montell and I couldn't be

more dissimilar.

We share the same mother, but we

have very different fathers.

We barely even saw each other

as kids.

When was the last time

you saw him?

I can't remember.

A year ago, maybe.

What prompted you to

take the order out against

Montell in the first place?

Montell had been

calling me incessantly,

demanding money.

Maybe he knew the police were

closing in on him, and he needed
cash to go on the run.

Well, if he does try

to make contact with you,

don't hesitate to give us a call.

Okay?

He definitely dropped a dime on his brother.

Oh, you think?

Yeah.

What's he doing here?

I thought you said he couldn't

find his own...

Yeah, yeah, well,

apparently, he can.

Uh... Reynolds is tapping Dennon's phone.

What's up, boys?

Oi!

You're quoting Hume now?

His notion of causation tells us

nothing about our epistemic

predicament.

Welcome to philosophy 101, man.

Don't worry, the reading's not

too hard.

Oh, you know what?

Screw you.

Tap on a tap, huh?

So, he hears a dial tone, but

we hear the conversation.

Think you can do it?

Any idea what they're using?

Standard FM broadcast band?

Municipal tap, so it's got to

be high in the broadcast.

88 to 108 megahertz, I'd say.

You're going to want to use a

Gilliam router, double wound.

We pipe it in from post.

Mm-hmm, and what if they have

a code box, huh?

Did you think about that, or

were you too busy tongue-kissing

your copy of Kierkegaard

for dummies?

Do you have any idea

what the hell they're

talking about?

No, not a clue.

Oh, hey, by the way, who are

we bugging?

The cops.

Sweet.

Hank.

What?

Hello?

It's me.

You send those guys after me?

No.

I mean... I mean, what guys?

God, this dude is a horrible liar.

I know he's telling the truth.

I still don't believe him.

I want my money,

Bradley.

I want my half.

I told you... I can't get it.

Look at

Reynolds... totally confused

'cause his tap isn't working.

You want me to come over there?

I'll meet you at the pier.

Half an hour.

* full throttle

kick it into gear... *

Okay.

How do you want to play it this time?

Uh, we let Montell

start wailing on his brother,

then we jump him.

Yeah, I like that plan.

Okay.

Hey, man.

Hey, man, you... are you all right?

No!

He just shot me!

Man, this is bad.

He's bleeding all over the place.

Keep the pressure on.

Are you keeping the pressure on?

Yes, I am keeping the pressure on!

Okay, look, we just got

to get him to the hospital,

drop him off to whoever's in

charge there, collect our five

grand, so just keep him alive...

Five grand?

Five grand's what you guys are

getting for me?

Not bad for a

day's work.

Whatever.

What do you mean,

whatever?

I mean five grand's nothing.

How would you like to make ten times that?

Yeah, okay.

Let's just get this guy to a Hospital.

Come on.

Oh, shit!

You guys ever hear about the

Del Mar window job this spring?

Oh, shit.

Yeah.

Come on.

Get down.

All right, um... wait, wait.

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.

I got to go get some towels to

put down first.

What the hell?

Oh, shit.

Ask Hank.

Hey, Katie.

I looked the wound over, okay?

Bullet just grazed him, and

with just, you know, some

disinfectant, a couple of

stitches and a bandage, he'll be

right as rain.

Guys, I... I can't.

You have experience doing this.

Yeah, to a Burmese cat

under heavy sedation in a

sterile environment with

supervision.

No.

You stitch him up.

We do?

We'll probably kill him.

Yeah, baby, look, this

is... this is... this is

so important.

If we take him to a hospital,

he's going to go to jail for a

long, long time.

For?

Armed robbery.

I want some aspirin.

Something.

Okay.

Why is this so

important to you guys?

Uh, because I need

the money.

I'm buying the house back

from Gretch.

Oh, Hank...

Yeah, I'm an idiot.

I know.

You know, I... I'm not

sure you do.

Hey, think of it

as practice.

Sorry.

You didn't hurt me.

I'm not used to hard alcohol.

You know, you got to be the

prettiest doctor I've ever seen.

I'm not a doctor.

No?

She's a vet, dude.

I'm studying to be.

Montell, cough it up.

What do you know about the

Del Mar window job?

Only everything.

I'm the guy that pulled it.

What's the Del Mar

window job?

Well...

Few months ago, two

racetrack guards got jumped in

the back hallway carrying the

day's take from the window.

Perp walked away with 100 grand,

except the cops could never

figure it out, because everybody

leaving the place got

body-scanned.

Are you telling me that was you?

Partly.

Oh, shit!

His brother works...

His brother works at the racetrack.

Half brother.

Guy who shot him.

Really?

You poor thing.

It was Bradley's idea.

He'd been looking to knock over

that place for years.

You know, Agatha said I should

steer clear of him.

She did his cards once.

Some seriously bad juju.

Hey, Britt. We should move him.

Every night he supervised the
tellers count up the day's take.

And they'd put it in these bags

and slide it down these chutes

to the money guards in the tunnels.

So, what, he got you

access to the tunnels?

And you beat up the

guards and took the cash.

No.

That was the trick of the gig.

There was no money in the bags.

Bradley switched them, and then

hid the 100 grand somewhere.

Where it is now, I got no idea.

I never saw a penny.

So, that's why he

dropped a dime on you in the

La Mesa holdup.

He wanted the whole take.

Upsy-daisy, big guy.

Come on, let's go.

Yeah, keep the bottle.

Let's go, this way.

All right.

You're willing to give

your half to us to let you go?

Uh-uh.

I'm willing to give you

Bradley's take, though.

I'll tell u right now, he

won't be needing it.

Right here, just...

Yeah, take a load off them

doggies, okay?

All right, big guy.

Whew.

Now we tie him up.

What?

Why?

Keep you safe.

Plus, it's hot.

What do you think?

I think my mother loved me.

You don't believe him?

No, I do.

You got some dog shit on your

rug right there.

Hey, why don't you just

take the mutt back to the pound

and let someone else adopt it?

Are you kidding?

Katie would kill me.

The pound would kill it, then

she would kill me.

There are no-kill

shelters, or you could...

No, I couldn't.

I'm stuck with my tea-bagging,

flatulent, incontinent dog, and

that's all there is to it.

Winston!

What's up, buddy?

You hungry?

Want to eat a Dachshund?

Hey, why is he... why is he

locked up?

My boss won't let me take him

out here, and I can't leave him

at home 'cause my ex keeps

threatening to steal him back.

Ooh, sorry the custody

battle's not getting any nicer.

Well, you know what Shakespeare

"Breaking up is hard to do."

What can I do for you?

We need some threads.

Yeah.

We only need to borrow them for

a couple of hours.

Whatever I got on the rack is yours.

Anything you need in particular?

Well, something that

will help us blend in at the track.

We're off to see the ponies.

This thing itches.

That's because it

belongs to a rich person.

This way.

Mr. Denham!

Good afternoon.

Thanks for inviting us.

What are you doing here?

We're here to see the ponies.

Who do you like in the seventh?

How can I help you?

Well, your brother says hello.

Half brother.

He also says, "ouch.

Why did you shoot me?

I'm your brother."

Half brother.

Where is he?

He's in a safe place.

Tied up.

He threatened me,

my family.

I was just defending myself.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

We don't care about that.

See, we just want to make a

few bucks.

Post time.

See, montell offered us

50 grand to whack you.

But we weren't sure he could

deliver, and we were fairly

certain you could beat

his price.

To do what?

We want Montell's half

in advance.

Montell's half of...

Half of the 100 grand

you two boosted.

I don't know what

you're talking about.

Yeah, yeah, you do.

You were the inside man on the

window job here three

months ago.

You kept 100 grand for yourself,

then dropped a dime on

your brother.

Half brother.

See, we don't care

about that.

Again, really, we don't.

We just want to get paid.

You prove to me

Montell's gone, you can get

his half of what we stole.

Uh... uh, we want his half

now in hand.

Where is it?

Not here.

I'll have to meet you.

Where is it?!

At my home.

alright 50 grand in piece in hand,
and we'll let your brother go.

What?

Oh, for God's sakes,

what part of "we're holding

your half brother hostage"

don't you understand?

You idiots, you're

supposed to kill him.

Did you get that?

What?

Got it?

Yeah, I got it.

Looks like you bet on the

wrong horse.

Please take that smirk

off your face.

I wasn't smirking.

And just because I solved an

outstanding case of yours within

24 hours of you telling me I

wasn't a cop anymore, that gives

me no reason to gloat.

Would you know that

the reward is for the recovery
of the stolen money.

You don't get a dime, unless there's....

Yeah, I'm sorry.

This in no way could be seen

as gloating.

All right, why don't

you go over to Reynolds over

there and, you know, do some

paperwork or something?

We'll get you the reward

money tonight.

Thanks, Mark.

You got it, man.

Slick, hold up a second.

You have any idea where
Denham's brother is?

Half brother?

Montell's probably at the donkey

show in Tijuana by now.

It seems like you guys

had some fun today, huh?

Good day.

Yeah. How long you and

Hank been partners?

Couple years.

Yeah? We were

together, like, five.

Now, he's a great guy

to be around.

Now, tell you the truth, I know

what you were involved with

before he came around, so, hey,

I gotta say this is an

improvement.

This, this is great.

Sure beats working for a living.

You plant that gun?

What?

Did you and Hank

plant that gun?

No, sir, Detective.

You are a good friend.

I give you credit for that.

But you gotta know he is gonna

let you down.

Now maybe he won't do it on

on purpose, but, uh, he will.

God knows that I love Hank, but

it is not in Hank Dolworth to do

anything but self-destruct

on people.

And when he does, everybody

catches shrapnel.

I got the scars to prove it.

Want to lean how to duck?

You call me.

Hey, what's-your-name,

get off!

Not you, the dog.

You want me to...?

No, I kind of like him.

Yeah, the guys

don't want me to come in the

room till they get back, but I

don't want it to learn bad habits.

When I was a kid,

we had a dog about this size.

Named it "Biscuit."

Coyotes ate it.

You don't like him very much,

do you?

How can you tell?

You haven't named it for one.

We, we got it as sort

of training wheels for having

a kid.

I mean, what if I have a kid

and it shits everywhere?

What if I hate its smell?

Am I gonna want to kill it?

Like, I want, I want to kill

this dog.

It's a dog,

it's not your kid.

Something you just brought home

last week.

When you have a kid...

That'll be yours.

Trust me.

What has four thumbs

fights crime and just made

15 grand?

These guys!

Hey!

Oh, my God, I love

you so much.

Good to see you.

Hey, what happened?

I'm all right.

These guys?

Yeah.

Look what they gave me.

My God!

His name's Biscuit.

Hey, little Biscuit.

I figured you could

use him for protection while

Montell's on the lam.

All right, we made a

deal. We let you go, and...?

I don't rob any

liquor stores or anything else

for a year.

And if you do again

after that ever again?

No gun.

Thanks, man.

Thank you.

Hey, I don't mean to

wig you out or anything, but

that dark presence you told

me about?

I'm pretty sure it's that pup.

you gotta

be kidding.

Whatever I saw in those cards,

wasn't a dog.

Watch your step.

Jesus!

No peeking.

Where are we?

If this is, like, some strip

club or something, I'm gonna be

so pissed.

Okay, all right,

open them up.

We're at the dry-cleaners.

Uh-huh.

Say hi to Winston.

No way.

Oh, he's a good dog!

It kills me I can't keep him,

but I know he's better off with you.

Hey!

Sorry I couldn't get

all the bloodstains out.

Oh, that's no problem.

This is the right dog.

Gosh.

God, it's just

perfect right now.

What do you mean?

We haven't even moved in yet.

I know.

There's nothing but potential.

We haven't screwed anything

up yet.

We're not gonna screw

anything up.

Ah! There's

always something.

A picture on the wall takes you

six months to realize it's in

the wrong place.

But right now...

I've got no complaints.

Except one.

The wall?

It absolutely kills

the flow between the dining room

and the kitchen.

I want to blow it out.

I want it gone.

Your wish is

my command.

Not yet.

Maybe it's better if this place

has one flaw.

You know what they say,

"perfect is the enemy of good."

Good... you let yourself in.

Still got my key.

You found your box.

It's everything I found of yours.

Odd seems this place is empty.

Just like it was

when we first moved in five

years and three months ago.

There was

a heat wave.

So... whatcha thinking?

You want to go through

with this?

You want to buy the joint?

I haven't thought about

anything else all day.

Asked a few opinions,

sort of got a consensus.

Oh. Sorry.

Hi. Yeah.

I'm here right now.

Uh-huh. Can we, uh...?

Okay, me, too. Bye.

Was that...?

Yeah.

So, you were saying?

You sure?

Well, then...

Congratulations.

You're once again the proud

owner of this property.

Thanks, Gretch.

Thank you.

I should, uh...

Okay.

Oh, there's, uh, a

new "buyer's remorse" law,

apparently.

You have 72 hours to change

your mind if you want.

Up to you.

Just saying, it's not final.

So long as you don't go making

any structural changes between

now and Saturday.

You break it, you buy it.

I'll see you, Hank.