Terriers (2010): Season 1, Episode 5 - Manifest Destiny - full transcript

Previously on Terriers:

- I need you to do this.
- Do what exactly?

Steal a quarter of
a million dollars from me.

I've told my wife everything
you need to know.

Here are the
plans of the building.

What do we get in return?

The name of the man
responsible for Mickey Gosney's murder.

Asking the guys who
put him in jail to steal the

money to get him out--
pretty ballsy.

The man who killed your
friend, his name is William Kewen.

Who paid you, man?
I want a name.



Guy approached me.
Tan suit, shades.

They're
preparing the plane.

We can't let
this run its course.

Hey, where the
hell are you going?!

What are
you doing here?

I gave you the name of the guy.

We want the name of the
guy who paid him-- the dude in

the tan suit with big
chunky glasses.

Just don't
tell the police.

- Get in the car.
- I'll be back.

- Get in the plane.
- What is this?

Some Montague documents
that I wasn't supposed to see.

Hey!

Lindus! Lindus!



What's the story
with those papers?

What does this mean? What do these
numbers mean? What does this graph mean?

They were doing all
sorts of tests on the earth at

the construction site.

Gustafson.
He has to hear all this.

I just want to know
what our options are, man.

Oh! Come on, Lindus, Lindus,
Lindus, come on, come on.

This dude's dead.

- So where is he?
- Who?

I've got Josephine
Lindus insisting that you and

the boy wonder kidnapped
her husband.

I need both you guys to come
down to sort this thing out.

You've reached the law offices
of Margaret Levritz.

No one is available just now.

Please leave a message and
we'll get back to you.

I don't know if I've made
this clear in my last four

messages, Mags, but me and the
kid are in a bit of pickle here,

so please call me back pronto.

...San Diego.

Robert Lindus made bail earlier
today, walked out of the

county jail behind me and
seemingly vanished into thin air.

There is a statewide manhunt underway.
From downtown...

That lady there-- you know who she is?

Mrs. Robert Lindus.

Boy, she's been telling
us a hell of a story.

Yeah, about what, her
sorority days at Kappa Alpha?

That you and your
partner kidnapped her husband

this afternoon right
in front of her eyes.

Look, I don't
know the woman, man.

I don't know why she'd make
up something like that.

Maybe she doesn't like me and
Hank very much, since we helped

you arrest her
husband for murder.

You know that just
really doesn't make any sense.

I mean, why would the little boy
have the same story then, that

you guys grabbed the father
and forced him in a truck?

What do you
want me to say?

Where's Hank at?

Detective, may I see you?

Captain, can you just
give me one moment, please?

Now, if you don't mind.

Don't go anywhere.

It's okay,
sweetie, all right.

Daddy's going to be okay.

We're almost done, Mrs.

Lindus.

Just tell me one more time.

This is totally unacceptable
and against department policy.

I'm not happy about this.

Yes, sir.

- Hey, Mark...- For the first
time in your life, just please don't say

anything smart, and just...
just hear me out, okay?

The case of my career to-date
is falling apart on me.

I have a high profiled slam dunk
conviction that just strode

out of the county this A.M.
and can't be found.

My back is up against it.

The captain is threatening to
take this thing away from me

because of my connection to you.

So please, please just...
level with me, okay?

Level with me.

Just tell me what you know.

All right.

All right.

- All right.
- All right.

I mean, you'll find
out about it anyway.

Britt and I visited Lindus
in county two days ago.

He wanted to see us, and his
wife paid for us to go.

Why?

He wanted to
get bailed out.

He thought his family was in
danger and he wanted to be out

long enough to secure
their safety.

Okay.

Danger from who?

He didn't say.
He was just scared.

And he, uh...
He hired us to break into his

office down on Sixth and Milan,
and procure some $250,000 in

bearer bonds that he had
sequestered there.

Wait, where?

Sixth and Milan.

No, no, no, 'cause we went through
that place with a fine-tooth comb.

Well, not fine enough.

He had a wall safe.

Jesus Christ.

You bailed him out.

Oh, no, no, the wife did.

We only supplied the money.

For God's sake, why would you
do something so stupid, Hank?!

Because of
Mickey Gosney, Mark.

I keep telling you
Mickey was murdered.

I mean, this thing's a lot more
pernicious than you think.

Then why don't you
think of a reason why I

shouldn't arrest you
right now for burglary.

- I can think of three.
- Please tell me.

Okay, one, you have no evidence,
two, I've admitted to nothing

and three, the only person who
can attest to the fact that

something was stolen
is Robert Lindus.

And you'd have to
find him first.

That's good.
Mm-hmm.

That's good.

You have no idea where he is?

I don't.

Mark, I got you out there than
I can riding a bench in here.

All right, you
two are free to go.

I got nothing to hold you on.

He told me what you did.

What'd you
tell him we did?

What we did.

Okay, can you take
these fellas home, please?

Hey, hey,
where's my husband?

What have you done with him?

Answer me, you bastards!

What have you done with my husband?!
I know it was you.

I saw you, I saw you take him.

You get your hands off me.

Hank, look, I got 24
hours or I'm off this thing.

Now, you help me find Lindus or

I will not be around to
protect your ass anymore.

You understand?

♪ 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. ♪

- We are so...
- Hey, what's that over there?

That's kind of cool.

- What are we going to do?
- For lunch?

I don't know, whatever you want.

Thanks, Officer Brooks, and
thanks, uh-- thank, thank

Detective Gustafson
for me for the ride.

I mean, it was really nice.

Yeah, hey, hey, uh, why don't
you hang out here a bit and

don't make it look like you're
in a mad dash to get inside and

hide a dead body, you
know what I'm saying?

We got to get rid of
Lindus' corpse, man, fast.

If we don't, we're going
to catch a murder rap.

Yeah, yeah, but if they
don't find him at all, okay,

then they're going to throw us
in jail for kidnapping, so we

got to think this one through.

Hi, Mrs. Nupar.

Hi, that front lawn looks beautiful.

Gustafson needs to find Lindus
or else he's off the case and

our nuts are roasting on an open fire.

And we need to dump him
somewhere credible.

Makes it look like he
died of a head injury.

Steph!

Everyone walks away satisfied.

Right, okay, so he died
in an accident, but we got

to make it look like he died
in a different accident.

What?

Where are you?

Here.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm hungry, though.

You guys were gone a long time.

Uh, Hank.

Yeah.

Honey, w-what are you
doing with an ice pick?

Just taking care
of the body in the tub.

Oh, shit.

He was starting to
stink, but you didn't have

enough ice in your freezer, so I
borrowed some from next door.

Mrs. Nupar only had one
of those big blocks.

You didn't tell her what
you needed the ice for, did you?

Don't be stupid.

You guys didn't kill him, did you?

No, no, Steph,
he got hit by a car.

Can we order pizza?

They served really shitty
pizza at the ward.

Yeah, yeah, the
number's on the fridge.

I thought I told you to get
rid of all the sharp objects.

- I didn't know you had an ice pick.
- I drank for years.

Yeah, I have an ice pick.

Why not just leave him on
the side of the road somewhere?

Because it has to look
like an accident, okay, so

there's no further
police investigation.

I mean, if there's any
suspicious activity, the cops

are going to roust this place.

I'd bet you Lindus left behind
hair and clothing fibers.

Could just throw his body off
the Coronado Bridgeffs himself?

- Sorry, bad idea.
- It's not bad.

Remember Mr.
Pickering?

Tenth-grade English,
taught Moby Dick.

Wait, the guy that got
super pissed every time people

snickered at, uh, "sperm whale."

I'm sorry, but seriously,
how is this relevant?

Okay, because he found
out that his wife was cheating

on him my senior year and
he decided to go up to the

mountains 'cause he was really
depressed, he wanted to get

super hammered, except he popped
the cork on the way up and he

did a headlong into the gulch.

I got to skip my final.

- Hey, you know that ravine over on...
- 7A.

Yes, I was thinking
the same thing.

Hey, how you feeling?

Are those meds kicking in yet?

A little bit.

They make me sleepy at first.

Why don't you
go get some rest.

You don't need
help with the body?

No, it's all right.

No, we're good.

Thanks.

I'm going to sleep
in my room, okay?

I feel safer there.

I'm taking the soil
report with me.

I like to read before bed.

We should get started.

Yeah, let's do it.

Oh, man.

Did his feet get bigger?

All right, there it is.

Oh, yeah, hold on a sec.

Whew.

This is Charlie-17 sitting
patrol at the Lindus residence.

The front gate just opened.

We're going to check it out.

Possible intruder in the

Hey, you want a
swig of this, hmm?

Okay, you know what?

I've been thinking, we got into
this thing for all the right

reasons, and I don't
have any regrets.

But Maggie was right.

This is too big for us.

And Mickey was a good friend.

We got too much at stake.

I got Steph, you have Katie, and
I say we do this thing, and then

we let sleeping dogs lie.

And we just walk away from it.

Are you okay with that?

Yeah, uh, uh if you are.

Okay.

What station do you
think he listens to?

Why does that matter?

I'm trying to make it
as realistic as possible.

All right, so, uh, if
you're on the run for your life,

what would you listen to?

I don't know, uh...
Smooth jazz?

Shit, his phone's
still connected to the car.

Wait, what
the hell's that?

It's the Bluetooth.

- Well, turn it off!
- I'm trying.

Lindus.

Shit.

Lindus? Bobby?

Listen, we just want
the report back.

Bobby, you there?

Yes.

Come on, come on.

Let's do this thing.

All right, listen, hey, hey.

I'm gonna hit, resume on the cruise
control, pop the brake, it's a go. Ready?

Yeah, 'cause I
don't have to anything.

All right.

Wait! Wait!

Wait. Seriously, let me
just think for one second.

Done thinking?

God, okay, don't-don't.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, look.

The guys who are after Lindus,
once they find out he's dead,

okay, they're going
after his wife.

-What are you saying?
- They're gonna go after the wife and he kids

for the scientific mambo jumbo stuff
on that papers.

We can't do that to them.

It's going to put
them in harm's way.

Hank, we're
in harm's way.

What do you want to do, man,
blast the AC and hope he keeps?

We don't have a choice;
we have do this now.

Okay.
Wait!

Just one second.

Wait, wait, wait.

Ow, come on now.

What are you doing?

I'm getting his wallet.

Why?

Reasons!

Okay, here it goes.

God forgive us!

Huh.

What were you thinking?

It would explode?

I was kind
of hoping, yeah.

Come on.

Let's go.

Don't worry about
what the other kids say, okay?

Doesn't mean anything.

Not a word. Have a good day.

Excuse me, Mrs.
Lindus, just a moment.

I think you have the
wrong idea about us.

I have no idea
how I could.

I saw you kidnap my husband,
throw him into your truck.

It was an act.

Your husband believed that
people were after him-- he was

being followed, you all were--
so he hired us to fake the

abduction to keep you safe.

Then I guess I
should also thank you for

stealing my town car last night.

Well, we advised your
husband on how to do that.

He had a message for you, he gave
to us to give to you-- leave town.

You're in danger.

There are men who mean you harm.

Former
associates of my husband?

That's right.

One of them came
to see me this morning.

Asked me where he was.

Tall man with short,
cropped gray hair?

Big guy, tan suit.

I told him I had no
idea where Bobby was.

But I told him who would.

That's right, Mr. Dolworth, Mr. Pollack.

I gave him your names, so you
see, I am not the one in danger

anymore, but thank you for
delivering the message.

Excuse me.

Steph?!

Come on, Steph, we got to go.

Come on, sis!

Chop-chop.

I don't want to
go back to the hospital.

I'm not taking you back to the
hospital, but I got to take you somewhere.

Where?

I'm not sure exactly yet.

Why?

Look, I hesitate to say
this, given your proclivity for

paranoia, but bad men may be
coming after us, so come on.

Get some...
Get some things together.

Let's go.

Hurry! I'm not joking!

I don't really get
why you can't just tell me.

Uh, baby, because it's
one of those things where the

less you know the better.

Oh, yeah.
Better for me, or better for you?

Better for the both of us...
Just spend the night at a friend's house.

It's one night.

Oh, my God, Stephanie.

When did you get in town?

Why didn't you tell me
you had a houseguest?

I didn't know myself.

Can I get either
of you something to drink?

You have any diet,
caffeine-free root beer?

Sorry.

How about water?

Mm.

This place is much nicer than Hank's.

No, it is. It is.

I'm just curious.

Is it designed for people to live
in, or just to shoot perfume ads?

It's interesting.

I know.

Jason designed the place himself.

It used to be two
different apartments.

Hence, the high ceiling.

Sorry, Steph.

No attic.

And Jason is your boyfriend?

- Well, he's my, um...
- Fiancé.

I told her you were
getting married again.

He should be home pretty
soon, so you'll get to meet him.

Can I...
Can I talk to you for a second?

Listen, I might not be able to
make it back for a few hours.

- And, by the way, thanks for keeping an eye on Steph...
- I'm in the room.

I can hear you.

He thinks bad men are after us.

Yeah, well, Britt and
I are in a bit of a pickle.

You haven't
done anything illegal?

Immoral, no.

Anyway, she's back on her meds.

She's doing better with them.

Uh, she just started, though, but you
remember the rules from way back when?

Don't leave her
around any sharp objects.

Don't let her read any Proust.

Never take her to the
wild animal park.

Never serve her red wine with fish.

Blah, blah, blah, blah. Blah.

We'll be fine. Go.

Thank you.

You can read Proust, all right?

Hmm.

- Oh, and say thank you to, um...
- Jason.

Jason. Jason.

First things first, all right?

To get whoever they are off our
backs, we got to make them think

Lindus is still alive.

Keep the focus on him.

What if somebody
found his body already?

No. We would have
heard about it on the news.

Can I help you?

Yeah.
We'd like a room, please.

Be $69.50 up front.

Need credit card and photo I.D.

Can't see the face on that I.D.

No.
I suppose you can't.

Very good, Mr. Lindus.

Mm-hm.

Sorry, Mr. L.

This card's been canceled.

Oh, I guess we're gonna
have to pay th cash, then.

Uh, can I have that 20 back, please?

What 20?

Hmm.

I'm gonna try Mags again.

Deepest shit of our lives, we
can't even get our lawyer on the phone.

Gonna miss yoga today, too.

- You've reached the law offices of...
- Come on, Mags!

Where are you?!

Have you ever been
in shit this deep before?

Yeah, one time.

I was in a septic tank, so
it was right up to here.

Hey, hey, hey.

That's him.

That's the man who
killed Mickey Gosney.

Pretty fast line they
got on Lindus' credit card.

There he goes.

He's good.

Hank, this guy is good.

I know 'cause I'm good,
and he's better.

I don't get it.

Still nothing.

Doesn't anybody hike around here?

Zeitlin & Associates.

One moment, please.

Zeitlin & Associates.

One moment, please.

May I help you?

Yes, uh, the gentleman who just
walked past-- can you tell me his name?

I'm 90% certain we went
to high school together.

Henry Dolworth?

Ben Zeitlin.
Zeitlin & Associates.

Pleasure.
Good afternoon.

Mind if we step
inside for a few minutes?

Please.

Here you are, sir.

That's two percent milk, right,
Mirabelle, like Mr. Dolworth asked for?

Yes, it is, Mr. Zeitlin.

Thank you, Mirabelle.

Thanks.

Did I make proper introductions?

Mr. Dolworth, this is Mr.
Burke, who works for me.

Hmm, in what capacity?

Well, Mr. Burke works the same side
of the street as you do, I suppose.

He's a private investigator but
also sidelines in security

matters, among other things.

And what is it that you do
for a living, Mr. Zeitlin, to

provide such nice
offices with this view?

Oh, I'm just a lawyer, and
I'd like to represent you,

Mr. Dolworth, as well as
your partner Mr. Pollack.

I'm sorry, you'd
like to be our lawyer?

Well, I hear you were accused
yesterday of kidnapping Robert Lindus.

My sources say that his wife
Josephine and son Tyler both

identified you and Mr.
Pollack as the culprits.

Now, he may well have been
fleeing the country at the time

in violation of his bail
agreement, but a kidnapping

charge is a kidnapping charge.

It's nothing to be trifled with.

Is there any truth to
what they're saying?

Please know that as your
potential lawyer, this

conversation is
completely confidential.

Yeah, we nabbed Lindus.

Did he pay you to do that?

No, we just couldn't
stand the douche bag getting

away with what he had done.

Are you hungry, by the way?

'Cause we have a private
chef in the office.

He'll whip you up anything you like--
I mean, anything within reason.

I'm fine.

Where did you take him--
Lindus-- after you impeded his

flight from justice?

I can't tell you that.

Why not?

Because if I do, then we
have nothing left to talk about.

Oh, and thank you for your kind
offer to represent us, but Britt

and I already have a lawyer.

Margaret Levritz, I
know, a fine attorney and a

proud mother of a newborn as of
early this morning, I understand.

So that's why she hasn't
been returning my calls, hmm.

You can understand in all the
confusion how my imagination got

carried away, what with
everything you guys are doing

investors behind that development, but
I'm not sure to what you're referring.

Oh, yeah, you are.

You know, the trucks coming
and going with all the toxic

materials, the guys in the
hazmat suits poking around--

whatever it is you guys are doing that
got my friend Mickey Gosney killed.

Mr. Dolworth.

Before Robert Lindus was
arrested for murder, he

absconded with a privately
funded pedological study that we

suspect might bring some of the
activity you just described to light.

It's a soil test, in layman's
terms, funded by my clients but

overseen by Mr. Lindus.

Now, if you won't tell us where
Lindus is, do you have any idea

where that might be?

I think you might.

These are some photos that Mr.

Burke took a couple of days ago
after a report of a security

breach in Robert Lindus'
private office.

Now, we are the only ones in possession
of these photos at the moment.

You and Mr. Pollack have become persons
of interest to Mr. Burke since then.

As well as Mr.
Pollack's girlfriend Katherine Nichols,

enrolled at the Wofford School
of Veterinary Science, your

sister Stephanie, formerly of the St.
John Psychiatric Ward in

Eugene, Oregon, not to mention your
ex-wife Gretchen Dolworth and her fiancé.

Congratulations.

You can Google and use
a digital camera.

What do you want?

Well, we want the
pedological report Mr. Lindus

stole from us back and we
want you to get it for us.

I used to be a cop.

Did you know that?

Oh, yeah, of course you know
that with your research, yeah.

You see a lot of dumb
things when you're a cop.

You know, a guy robs a house,
falls asleep on the couch,

leaves his wallet behind,
that kind of stuff.

You know, you think, "Hey, that
only happens in the south," but no.

No, it's everywhere.

But the stupidest shit I ever
saw as a cop was-- it had to be

this one guy who was knocking
over ladies, taking their

purses, and getting lost.

You know, we could never get
a beat on him, and then one

night...
"Man down, man down."

We show up and our
mugger is on the ground.

There's blood everywhere and...

It turns out he was trying to mug this
woman coming out of a kickboxing class.

A kickboxing class?

A kickboxing class, but
before he could get his hands on

her purse, I mean, this woman
had just-- she plastered his

nose, she dislocated his
shoulder, she took out his knee.

I mean, what an idiot.

I mean, what could you
possibly hope to get?

Who brings money to
a kickboxing class?

That was for Mickey.

Maternity, this way.

Gift, gift, gift,
gift, gift, gift.

Hey.

Hey, where have you guys been?

Hey, that's what we've
been asking about you for the

last day and a half, although we
pretty much figured you'd be on

your back, legs in the air.

Yeah, you return calls when
you're in your 17th hour of labor.

Is he-- or she...?

Is this okay that we're...?

This is Harrison.

You want to meet him, hmm?

What's up?

So what's new with you guys?

You staying out of trouble?

I told you, I told you
this was too big for you.

Yeah, and we're on board with that.
Do you know Zeitlin?

Only by reputation.

He knows who I am?

Yeah, a we give 'em what they want, they
get away with what they're doing out there.

Yeah, if we don't,
they might kill us.

Yeah, if you do,
they still might kill you.

All right, you do or you
don't know where Lindus is?

We have an idea.

All right, and this
report that they want-- don't

tell me where, but do
you know where it is?

Yeah.

Give it to them.

Well, and then what?

Take a vacation and
quite possibly never come back.

We're never going
home again, are we?

Hey, Hank, how are you?

Jason, good to see you.

We've been enjoying
your sister's company.

She's a, she's a riot.

She's taken apart and put back together
nearly every appliance in the place.

Well, that's Steph.
Uh, listen, I'm sorry, I'm in a real rush.

Do you-- where is she?

Hello, ladies.

Steph.

Gretchen said that Steph had
a scholarship to MIT way back when.

Yeah, she was a
chemistry-engineering double major.

My folks used to say she got the brains
in the family, I got the facial hair.

Steph, can I, uh, talk to you?

What is this?

- Uh...
- Do you know what this says?

This is a pedological study
from the Montague property.

See that designation there?

C6H6.

That's the molecular
formula for benzene.

How do you know that?

It's my job, Hank.

Benzene is a carcinogen found
in crude oil and gasoline.

This test cites levels at
380 parts per billion.

Do you know what that means?

Tell him, Jason.

As an architect, I spend
half my days waiting on soil tests.

If I ever got one back like that, I'd
be shut done in a New York minute.

Basically it says, there's
cancer in the ground.

Might as well call the Montague,
you know, Leukemia Springs.

Who knows about this?

No one.

Hank, you have
to show this to someone.

Jason, will you excuse us for
just-- I'm sorry-- one second, please?

Yeah. Sure.

I can't, Gretchen.

I can't.

Someone's
trying to cover this up.

If I do, I'm pretty
sure I'll be killed.

And I probably won't be the only one.

I can't.

You know what this reminds me of?

The time we had to climb down the
ravine to the car we crashed

with the dead guy inside.

Oh, shit.

It flipped.

What do you think?

Can you get in?

We'll see.

Aah! God!

Aah!

It smells like your bedroom in here!

That was a one-night thing.

Quit bragging about it.

You sure about this?

Yup. There's only one
man around not afraid to go

public with that report.

Hey, yeah, is this the police?

Listen, man, I was, like...I smoked
a few bowls, and I was shrooming, right?

And I was going for a walk along
Route 7A, you know, and I saw

this car over the side by the
ravine that runs alongside it

about half a mile past the mini-mart
where I bought those stale Oreos once.

No, man, I'm serious.

It's, like, it was, like,
a Lincoln Town Car.

It was pitched on its,
um, hood, all right?

You know, and it, uh...
it-it had a license plate number-- 2SAQ881.

It's real serious.

You should check...
really check it out.

You've never been
stoned in your life, have you?

Looking at me, you'd think yes.

Police received an anonymous ti
estate developer and accused

murderer, who disappeared two
days ago after making bail.

Police are saying it looks as
though Lindus died shortly after

he went missing, and are
convinced the accident was

likely the result of drunk driving.

- From Route 7A...
- But you can't believe

everything that you hear in the press.

Hey, Detective.

Mark, what are you doing here?

You do not like social
gathering places.

You know I put an APB
out on you about an hour ago.

I got a hit just like that.

You should really consider
driving a less visible truck.

I've been saying that all day.

Well, Sheriff, are you
going to join us, or are you

just gonna stand there
waiting for someone to draw?

You do know 911 records
all of its calls, right?

Mm.

"It's, like, half a mile past that

mini-mart where I bought
those stale Oreos once."

Well, that was, uh...
That was a damn good Florence Henderson.

Not quite as good as his Tony
Randall, but he's-he's good.

Tell me one thing, Hank.

Uh, it's unleaded.

Lindus.

Tell me you didn't.

Mark, as much as I would
love to say that we did...

...we didn't.

You know, I don't
know what you did today.

Frankly, I don't want to know.

But whatever it was, I
am very, very grateful.

Hey, let's have another round.

On the department.

Whoa!

- Wow. Heaven and earth
- The financial group

behind the Montague development
who bankrolled this project is

as shocked by the discovery of this
environmental threat as anyone.

How we could have allowed
Robert Lindus to mislead

us about this is something we'll
have to deal with internally.

How Robert Lindus found it in
himself to cover this up is

something he'll have to
square with his maker.

Needless to say, all building
on Montague property will cease

immediately until we can get
to the bottom of this scare.

Thanks again.

It shouldn't be your burden to take care
of the sister of your fiancée's ex.

Oh, I'm happy to do it.

Uh, and thank you for
doing the right thing.

I didn't do anything.

You know, we were just lucky
that there was another copy of

the soil report around.

I know Gretchen will
be sorry she missed you.

- She wanted to say thanks, too, but...
- Hey, you all set?

Nice meeting you, Steph.

Hey, we should get a beer some time, or...
Oh. You don't...

Don't sweat it.

I know what you mean.

Yeah. Um, or something, right?

Thank you.

You guys splitting
without saying good-bye?

I've been up all night.

I'm about to fall over.

Oh.

Come back and stay with
us any time, okay?

Why?

Everything's fixed now.

Go get some rest.

You did a good thing today.

They just found a
report on a dead guy's body.

- I had nothing...
- I'm impressed.

If that counts for anything.

Hey, Gretch?

Yeah?

I still love you.

I don't know what
I'm supposed to do with that.

I don't, either.

♪ ♪

So, did you have a good time
with, uh, Gretchen and Jason?

They're nice.

He's kind of boring.

Not as smart as he thinks he is.

You're a good sister, Steph.

I know.

That pedological study, for instance?

Mm-hmm.

That thing was total bullshit.

Yup.

Wait. What?!

All that benzene
with the earth metals?

Those compounds can't exist
together in those ratios.

Not in the natural world, anyway.

Most people wouldn't
know that, though.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What are you talking about?

That soil report is bullshit.

Someone made the numbers up.

Or put the chemicals
there for the test.

There's no cancer in the ground.

Aren't we going home?

Not yet.

What are we doing here?

I'll tell you in a second.

They were bringing shit in,
not taking it out.

Why would someone do that, Steph?

Make people think there's cancer
in the ground when there isn't?

I don't know.

To keep 'em away, maybe.

You gonna tell anyone...
what they're really doing here?

No, Steph.

The case is closed.