This is Season 1 Episode 4 of Terriers. Oh, and SPOILER ALERT!
Wow. I mean, wow. Last nights episode just cranked it up to 11. This is seriously becoming one of my new favorite shows. This episode was one surprise after another. And then in the final moments, one surprise just beat all the rest up. This definitely was the episode that changed everything. I won’t be surprised if this show got an early renewal come May. Of course, that is if more people start watching. Do you hear me people? Start watching.
This was an episode that clearly began a new journey for Hank and Britt. The previous two episodes solely focused on formulated week-to-week cases and now I’m not so sure that’s all we’re going to get. This episode planted some deep roots into the mythology of the show. I figure that Hank and Britt are not coming out of this without at least a few scrapes and scars.
“Fustercluck” (I just like saying it), brought back Robert Lindus who is currently sitting in jail (Hank and Britt planted the murder weapon). He has a deal for them; $250,000 and the name for the person that killed Hank’s friend Mickey (From episode 1). The catch? They have to steal the money from Lindus. It seems to be an open and shut case. They steal the money successfully – in a great heist scene that could be straight out of Oceans 11 – and Lindus gets something that he wants.
Britt: “Are you going to come visit me in prison?”
Hank: “For conjugal visits? Yeah, sure.”
What exactly? A key. A key that opens a safe deposit box (Isn’t that always the way?). In the box is a letter. A letter that is the reason why Mickey is dead and why Eleanor had to run. They saw something that they shouldn’t. The letter is incriminating evidence that Lindus’ bosses were up to no good.

I have a confession to make. I’m in love with a fictional character. Actually, I’m in love with several fictional characters. I know the logistics of these relationships don’t exactly add up. They are fictitious fantasies that more or less reside in my mind. However, that doesn’t mean they aren’t real.
I remember when I bought my first Maroon 5 CD (Songs About Jane). It was 2002. It was a time where the online music store didn’t exist (At least not for me); and you were forced to buy over priced plastic covers and discs at Best Buy. I was a sophomore in High School and Nsync still ruled my world. But Maroon 5 was different. They said the F word in one of their songs. They were pure rock. It was wonderful.




