Previously, on Terriers...
BEN: 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.
(groans)
HANK: That was from Mickey.
KATIE: I messed up.
HANK: What did you do?
- KATIE: I got drunk, and I... - HANK: Was it someone from school?
KATIE: My professor.
HANK: Why?
KATIE: 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.
HANK: Not exactly definitive proof.
BRITT: Can you believe I'm about to be a father?
KATIE: I don't know who the father is.
HANK: Jesus, Katie.
BRITT: Baby, because of you, everything has changed.
Will you do me the honor... of being my wife?
JASON: You investigated me?
HANK: 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.
GRETCHEN: 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!
RADIO DEEJAY: This is KXOB Ocean Beach. Saturday morning.
Bringing you Sarah Vaughn.
HANK: Mr. Carter.
Can I have a refill, please?
CARTER: You know, you're abusing our "bottomless cup" policy.
Not to mention the folks waiting on the booth.
Order something, will you?
HANK: All right, I'll have a side of toast.
Maybe throw a little jelly on there.
- Britt, tell me you're eating. - BRITT: I would never eat here.
CARTER: We're going broke.
Thanks, guys.
BRITT: ? If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands...
Or don't.
(exhales) How long you been here for?
HANK: Since they opened in 1974.
BRITT: How long you gonna be here?
HANK: Till closing or I die, whichever comes first.
BRITT: You have been here for a while... you're reading the home section?
HANK: Rereading it.
BRITT: You gonna be okay?
HANK: Yeah, I'm fine. Really.
- Have a good time. - So, I won't go if you don't want me to.
HANK: Gretchen wants you and Katie to be there.
You... you should go.
BRITT: I'm serious... I don't even like weddings.
The chicken always tastes like fish... it's disgusting.
HANK: You should put a ring on your girl's finger... you join society, boy.
BRITT: 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.
HANK: I'd hang myself.
BRITT: 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?
HANK: 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... - CARTER: Consider yourself cut off.
HANK: 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. (wry chuckle)
It's kind of funny, because, um... her wedding is, uh, is
starting just any minute now.
(sighs): But... I had this other thought... (chuckles) that was, um...
what better way to distract myself than to fall off the wagon?
(chuckles): 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. (sighs)
Thank you, Hank.
KATIE: Oh, my God, this is so beautiful.
BRITT: 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?
KATIE: Oh, that's flower petals... it's the bridal path.
It's supposed to be that way.
BRITT: What, they buy flowers and then pick 'em apart?
You want that on your big day, baby?
Some petals at your feet?
KATIE: No, I don't need anything special.
BRITT: Ooh, bar, bar, bar, bar, bar, bar, bar.
Wine? Champagne? Sparkling water?
BRITT: Red.
KATIE: Actually, water's good with me.
Yeah, booze before a ceremony's bad luck.
Hey, do we even know anybody here?
BRITT: I think I met that guy at the, um, engagement party.
His name is John or... Barbara.
(Katie laughs)
KATIE: I mean, we can meet people, but then we have to talk to them.
BRITT: Yeah. "How do you know the happy couple?"
"We met in prison."
Oh! Oh, man, I am so sorry. Are you all right?
BRITT: Yeah, no, I'm good. You barely got me.
Geez, I feel like an idiot.
Is there anything I can do?
KATIE: No, it's all right, we got it, it's fine.
Sorry... again.
(Britt sighs)
(man clears throat)
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.
(phone rings)
- HANK: Oh, God, I'm sorry. - What are you doing?
- HANK: Sorry, Barry, I got a... - BARRY: The cell phone?
HANK: I got to take it.
Hold on. What's up?
BRITT: 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?
HANK: 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?
HANK: 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.
BRITT: Uh... okay.
All right, yeah, uh, I'll... I'll see you in a sec.
Hey, uh, bring a tie.
HANK: Gotcha.
Barry, I got a run, okay?
But I'll call you.
(Britt exhales)
KATIE: He's not coming here, is he?
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HANK: Jesus! I thought I had a drinking problem.
What's it like in there?
BRITT: 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.
HANK: Kind of funny how? Wedding crazy kind of funny?
BRITT: They got a open bar, she ordered a Perrier.
HANK: Whoa! Whoo! Nuts.
BRITT: I've never seen her pass up free booze in my life.
- Makes me think she might be... - HANK: 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.
BRITT: Well, if she is, why hasn't she told me?
HANK: 'Cause she's a woman.
That shirt fits you like a dream.
BRITT: 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.
HANK: Yeah, hey, can I... can I tell you something? Seriously.
Whatever you do, don't thank me.
BRITT: Thank you.
(tires squeal)
(classical music continues)
BRITT: Uh, sorry, sorry.
Excuse me. Sorry, sorry.
What'd I miss?
KATIE: Uh, "Greensleeves"
and "Claire de Lune."
BRITT: Oh, those are my favorites!
("Wedding March" begins)
HANK: Excuse me.
Can you point me in the direction of the Adler wedding?
The hallway to the right.
HANK: Thank you.
("Wedding March" playing in distance)
(music stops)
MINISTER: Please be seated.
Let us be thankful that we are here together to share Jason and
Gretchen's love of one another.
(minister continues indistinctly)
Good afternoon. What can I get you?
HANK: Do you have Famous Grouse?
We do.
HANK: I'll take a double.
Neat.
Very good.
(slow piano music playing)
(sighs)
(panting)
(door opens, footfalls)
BURKE: You're in the Ambassador Suite.
They're cleaning it now.
BEN: Oh, I imagine she'll have her guard up.
I'll talk to her.
Hopefully, reason will prevail.
BURKE: And if it doesn't?
BEN: Oh, I don't want to do the math on that particular equation just yet.
(toilet flushes)
BURKE: I have people standing by.
(Ben sighs)
(door opens, piano playing outside, indistinct chatter)
MINISTER: 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...
BRITT: You okay?
KATIE. Yeah. Yeah. I probably should just eat something.
(phone chirps)
BRITT: 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.
HANK: 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?
BRITT: 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?
HANK: Yeah, of course.
BRITT: Night.
- Hey, and you'll call if... - HANK: Yeah, without hesitation.
HANK: Hi.
I'd like a room, please, if there's, uh, anything available.
I think we can arrange that.
Will this be single occupancy?
HANK: 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.
(music stops)
GUNT: Look, I'm telling you, Bentham knew what he was talking
about with the Panopticon.
SWIFT: Watch the interior, jackass.
SWIFT: You sound like a fascist.
Hey. Park it out front, all right?
Thanks, man.
(doorbell rings)
HANK: 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.
- BLODGETT: Oh. Who are we bugging? - SWIFT: Do you care?
HANK: No.
GUNT: We'll be up and running in about five minutes.
BLODGETT: One, two, three.
SWIFT: Dude, don't go so fast.
BLODGETT: It's not my fault.
You know you're not supposed to walk backwards.
MINISTER: I now pronounce you man and wife.
(applause)
BRITT: Hey, they did invite us to the reception, too, right?
KATIE: Yeah.
Oh, they wouldn't seat us at different tables, though, would they?
BRITT: 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."
KATIE: Yeah, the direct approach.
BRITT: That's right.
Sort of like if I were to say, "Hey, you pregnant?"
KATIE: Like that.
BRITT: Hey, you pregnant?
KATIE: No.
Where'd you get that idea?
BRITT: I found a... I found a box to a pregnancy test in the trash.
KATIE: What were you doing going through the trash?
BRITT: I wasn't going through the trash.
I wasn't looking for food.
I just... I saw it.
KATIE: Yeah, that-that was a false alarm.
No spring baby.
BRITT: Okay.
Oh, hey, look... more cards.
Cards to tell you where to go, cards to tell you when you got there.
Waste.
KATIE: You disappointed?
BRITT: A little.
KATIE: You relieved?
BRITT: I don't know.
KATIE: Ooh.
Yeah.
To Gretchen and Jason.
Let's get sauced.
BLODGETT: 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.
SWIFT: Second option.
We take the bug, snake it down through a vent.
We'll get great sound, no directional control.
HANK: Or?
GUNT: Or this.
Picture, audio.
One problem.
We'd have to somehow get it into the room.
(phone beeps on)
HANK: Room service, please.
Which one of you looks most like a waiter?
BLODGETT: 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.
(knocking)
BURKE: They already brought coffee.
SWIFT: Compliments of the hotel, sir.
Where can I set up?
And how are you today, sir?
Enjoying your stay with us, I trust?
BURKE: Just leave the food, please.
GUNT: Can we get some more of those pastries you ordered?
RJ GUNT: You know this guy?
HANK: Yeah, we had coffee once.
BLODGETT: What, he piss you off or something?
HANK: He threatened my life.
Had my friend killed, I'm pretty sure.
Oh, who's this?
BEN: Ben Zeitlin. It's a pleasure to meet you.
- LAURA: Laura Ross. - BEN: Have a seat.
- Would you care for some coffee? - LAURA: Sure.
Thank you.
GUNT: 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.
LAURA: 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.
BEN: Let me stop you there.
Um, I've read your articles, Miss Ross.
They have the narrative punch of all good fiction.
LAURA: You deny there's a a land-grab going on in Old Town Ocean Beach?
BEN: 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?
LAURA: 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.
BEN: I'm not that powerful.
San Diego's not that small a town.
LAURA: Who else is behind Terra Nuestra,
and what are they planning to do with all the land they've amassed?
BEN: 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?
LAURA: All right.
(tape recorder beeps off)
BEN: 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?
LAURA: I have many sources. I'm a reporter.
BEN: 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.
LAURA: 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.
GUNT: Come on, what can they do to her?
They're in a hotel full of people.
SWIFT: 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.
HANK: 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.
HANK: You think she gets e-mail on that thing?
GUNT: With a little shuck-and-jive, I can even make it show up as a text.
You know what you want to say?
BEN: 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?
LAURA: 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.
BEN: Well, I'm just a lawyer, Miss Ross... (chuckles)
I'm not up to anything.
LAURA: 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?
HANK: It's not toxic, damn it... shut up.
(Hank pants, grunts)
BEN: Are you gonna tell me who your source is or not?
(phone vibrating)
(Laura scoffs)
Miss Ross?
(Laura sighs)
LAURA: No, I will not.
BEN: 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.
BURKE: 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.
HANK: Hey, how do you turn up the volume on these things?
He's threatening her.
BURKE: 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.
EMCEE: For the very first time, please welcome Mr. and
Mrs. Jason and Gretchen Adler!
(applause)
(orchestra plays romantic tune)
BRITT: Hey, how long do we have to stay here?
KATIE: Gretchen and Jason just got here.
BRITT: So we have to stay for the entrée?
KATIE: Yeah.
BRITT: Oh, man.
I just want to go home, crack open a beer and hang out with my girlfriend.
Your fiancée?
- 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?
(orchestral music continues)
GRETCHEN: Hey, you two!
BRITT & KATIE: Hey!
BRITT: Congratulations!
KATIE: Oh, it was gorgeous.
GRETCHEN: Thanks so much for coming.
JASON: We're really happy that you're here, seriously.
Have you guys made some friends at your table, or...?
BRITT: Yeah, you know, we met, um, uh, a lot of good people.
Hey, I thought you were gonna get a tux.
JASON: I felt safer in the suit.
GRETCHEN: Look at you. You look beautiful.
KATIE: Oh, stop.
- But you are just... - GRETCHEN: Ah.
You okay?
She okay?
- JASON: Whoa. - BRITT: Wow. Yeah.
Um, uh, you know maybe she ate something... bad.
Not here, but... excuse me.
(phone vibrating)
LAURA: May I step outside for a minute? I need some air.
BEN: Certainly, Miss Ross.
You can dip your feet in the Jacuzzi if you like.
BURKE: Just leave your bag, please.
HANK (whispering): I'm right above you.
Did they threaten you?
Someone close to you?
BEN: Miss Ross?
LAURA: 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.
HANK: Hey, I got a job for you guys.
Write this down.
BRITT: Hey, you okay?
KATIE: Yeah, I'm fine.
BRITT: No, you're not.
KATIE: Yeah.
BRITT: You're pregnant.
Why did you lie?
KATIE: I don't want to talk about this right now.
BRITT: Why are you mad at me?
KATIE: I don't know.
You found the test a week ago, and you only tell me now.
Why would I be mad?
BRITT: Don't... don't make this about me.
Katie, are you... are you pregnant or not?
Why did you lie to me?
(Katie whispering)
(chair clattering)
(dog barking)
Hi, Mrs. Ross.
Your daughter Laura sent us.
BLODGETT: Yeah, we're friends of hers... from work.
BEN: 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.
LAURA: Robert Jillert.
Robert Jillert is my source.
BEN: Who is that?
LAURA: He works in the office of records downtown.
- I don't know... - HANK: Uh, yes, business and residential.
San Diego. Robert Jillert.
LAURA: So threatening old ladies is part of your business practice?
BURKE: I'll send someone over.
LAURA: That land must be very valuable to you.
What are you building on it?
BEN: You should stop talking.
KATIE: 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?
KATIE: It doesn't matter. BRITT: Bullshit!
Don't tell me it doesn't matter!
It matters! Who was it?
KATIE: Nobody.
It's not like I like him. It just happened.
BRITT: 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?
Katie: I'm protecting you.
BRITT: I don't need your protection!
KATIE: 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.
BRITT: You lied to me and I tell you everything.
I tell you everything.
Why? Why?
KATIE: I didn't want to hurt you.
Why did you do it?!
- What did I do wrong?! - KATIE: I don't know!
I've been trying to figure it out!
BRITT: Are you bored?!
What's wrong?! What did I do?!
You love me, then tell me!
(voice breaks): Tell me why.
KATIE: '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.
(sobbing): And you'd hate your life.
You're not ready!
(Katie sobbing quietly)
(keys jingling)
(sobbing continues)
There's your key.
(tosses keys)
(exhales)
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. (sniffles)
I'll be gone by the afternoon.
KATIE: And then what?
(Britt sniffles)
(picks keys up)
BRITT: Just know that I always loved you.
(sniffles)
(voice breaking): I love you more than anything.
(Katie sobs)
And I never want to see you again.
(kisses)
(Katie sobbing)
MRS. ROSS: I-I don't understand why I can't just call Laura.
SWIFT: Yeah, I don't think she's gonna pick up, but she's fine, okay?
She just needs to know that you're okay.
MRS. ROSS: I feel like I'm being kidnapped.
BLODGETT: Ma'am, if that were true, then we'd be the world's shittiest kidnappers.
MRS. ROSS: Just as long as you have me home by 6:00 for dinner.
GUNT: Hank? Yeah, yeah, we got her.
HANK: Good.
Uh, yes, I need Hotel Security.
Hotel Security.
Open the door, please.
BEN: Can I help you?
Good afternoon, sir. Hotel security.
We have a report of a woman screaming in here.
BEN: Screaming?
Miss Ross, were you screaming, and somehow we missed it?
LAURA: Not that I recall.
Would you mind if we take a quick look, sir?
BEN: Not at all. Thank you.
LAURA: Well, I think that wraps up all the questions I
have for you, Mr. Zeitlin.
Thank you for your time.
BEN: It was my pleasure. Let me walk you out.
LAURA: No, no, that's all right. I'll let these gentlemen escort me.
Sorry to bother you, sir.
BEN: 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?
BEN (over speaker): Didn't you sweep this place?!
BURKE: Twice.
BEN: Well, somebody is listening!
HANK: Just keep walking. They're coming.
LAURA: You. Who are you?
HANK: I'll tell you about that later.
LAURA: My mom?
HANK: 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.
LAURA: 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.
HANK: Mr. Zeitlin.
BEN: Mr. Dolworth.
Well, this is a surprise.
Last time we met, as I recall, you almost gave Mr. Burke here
a deviated septum.
BURKE: There's a name for guys who punch and run.
HANK: "Independent contractor."
There's a name for guys like you, too, but I promised Father
Michael I wouldn't use that word.
BEN: What are you doing here?
HANK: Surveillance work.
(Hank chuckles)
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.
BEN: It's good to see you again, Mr. Dolworth.
HANK: Likewise.
Ow! Damn it! Oh!
(groans)
HANK: 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?
BRITT: I need a drink... more than ever in my life.
HANK: I don't.
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