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- Okay. Letīs go.|- | Barks |
Hey ! Hey ! Hey !
Hey !
Another ticket.
Damn !
Parking on the wrong side|of the street ?
This is a Ford Dyslexia !
| Barking |
ltīs gonna be a great day today,|Jerry Lee. Come on.
| Man ||Park it over there.
| Jerry Lee Barking,|Growling |
| Jerry Lee Barking,|Growling |
| Man ||What ? What ? What ? ltīs bank day.
All right, l know weīre here|to get some Kibble money.
līm gonna go to that ATM machine|and get some cash.
Stay here and watch my car. l spent|a lot of money restoring this car.
- You protect my car.|- | Whining |
And donīt|change the music.
Stay.|Donīt bite my--
Watch for bad guys|near my car.
- | Woman ||Whenīs your car gettinī done ?|- | Man | Wednesday, l think.
- | Woman | What a hassle.|- | Man | Yeah.
| ATM Beeping |
""Checking, savings.""|No savings, checking.
""Smoker, nonsmoker ?""|Nonsmoker.
""Democrat, Republican ?""|Democrat.
| Man ||Didnīt l tell you to stay in the car ?
Get in the car.|Good boy.
| Jerry Lee Barking |
Get down !|Police ! Get down !
Get down !|Police !
Police !|Down, get down !
No, not here.|Not by my car ! Oh, man.
| Guard | Code Red !|Code Red ! Weīre under fire.
Repeat, weīre pinned down|and under fire.
Some partner you are.|Why didnīt you warn me, at least ?
| Guard | ls this guy after the money,|or is he just pissed at your car ?
Can you reload, please ?|Thank you.
| Gunfire Continues |
My speaker !
My stereo.
Weīre gonna take this guy out.|You cover us,
and donīt be afraid|to use the gun !
Come on, Jerry Lee !
Hey, come on.|Open up.
Come on.|Shut the door.
Okay, so l forgot.|ltīs a bulletproof window.
All right, you son of a bitch,|we both have armor now.
We got him.
No, no, not the running thing.|l hate the running thing.
- Letīs go.|- | Growling |
| Jerry Lee Barking |
| Grunting |
| Coughing |
| Grunting, Groaning |
| Jerry Lee Barking |
- Jerry Lee !|- | Panting |
| Man ||Jerry Lee !
| Moaning, Gasping |
Come on.|Jerry Lee, come on !
| Screams |
Aah !
- | Motor Revving ||- | Jerry Lee Barking |
Damn it !
- | Grunting ||- | Whining |
| Groaning ||Hey !
Heīs gone.
| Coughing |
Why didnīt you jump ?|Come on.
- | Whining ||- What do you mean--|| lmitates Whining |
What, are you leavinī|it all for me ? Huh ?
Christ, whatīs with you lately ?|Whatīs with you ?
- We almost had that guy.|- | Whining |
| Panting ||You know why cops have dogs ?
So they donīt have to do this !|Thatīs the deal.
Management, labor.|Foreman, employee.
Boss, secretary.|l walk, you run.
l cuff īem, you catch īem.|You get treats, l get a promotion.
| Gasping ||l canīt breathe !
| Gasping |
My car ! Jerry Lee,|look what he did to my car !
Look what they did !
l couldnīt even sell it|to a cheese factory.
Hey, Dooley !|Check this out.
ltīs a modified M-16.|A company called...
Armaments 2000īs|doinī the retrofit.
ltīs supposed to be|for military use only.
- Where did you hear that ?|- l saw it in a gun magazine.
- Did you pick that up on the street ?|- Yeah.
- Are you supposed to be|messinī with evidence ?|- No.
Give me that.|Go get me some coffee.
Give me that.|Go get me some coffee.
Well, Jerry Lee, so much|for the Brady Bill, huh ?
- Dooley ? What are you doing here ?|- Hi, Captain.
| Sighs ||What happened ?
Uh, well, there was a,|uh, equipment failure.
- Equipment failure ?|- The bad guy had Air Jordans on.|lt was no contest.
What about Jerry Lee ?|He needs four little Air Jordans too ?
- You mean they make those for dogs ?|- That was a rhetorical question.
You know, Captain, you should let people|know when you plan to be rhetorical,
īcause your tone of voice|never changes.
- You think youīre funny ?|- Sometimes.
- This isnīt one of those times.|- Jerry Lee, he just hit me !
- Quit beinī a smart-ass.|Tell me what happened.|- Again !
The bad guy had|a full body armor on.
- That should have given you|the advantage.|- lt was that lightweight stuff.
What can l tell you ?|The guy had a rocket up his ass.
- What the hell is that ?|- This here ?
Uh, this was the shooterīs.|This is a modified M-16.
A company named Armaments 2000|does the retrofit.
ltīs apparently|for military use only.
- How do you know all that ?|- līm trying to better myself|by taking night seminars.
Ah, shut up, will you ?|You better sit down. You look pale.
- Probably because you hit me.|- And give that dog there|a drink of water.
Jerry Lee is fine,|and so am l.
You donīt look fine.|Sit down before you fall down.
- Now. Detective Harris ?|- Yes.
- ltīs the smog !|- Take this to the lab|and check it for prints, okay ?
You know, Dooley,
every time you go someplace lately,|people try to kill you.
- Well, līm a popular guy.|- Look, līm serious here.
- Youīve lost three suspects|in three weeks !|- Come--
- You are either out of your league...|- l am not out of my league.
- or youīve lost a step.|- What are you talking about,|""lost a step"" ?
You should have taken|time off after Tracy died.
- That has nothing|to do with it, Captain.|- Oh. Are you sure ?
Absolutely sure.
When was the last time|you had a physical ?
Physical. ls that the blood pressure,|when they do the--
| Laughs, Whimpers |
l want you both checked out.|You understand me ?
l obviously canīt|count on you anymore.
Hey !|What about my car ?
Have your detailer look at it.|He can probably rub it out.
Rub it out ?
l guess l can drive it at night.|Nobodyīll see it.
Come on, Jerry Lee.|Come on, get in.
My poor car.|| Sighs |
- Aw, he got my cup holder too.|- | Barks |
| Motor Starting |
| Woman ||līm so sorry weīre late.
| Man ||ltīs okay, l havenīt been waiting long,|and thank you very much for meeting me.
| Dooley ||Ah, you know what ? ltīs my fault.
| Woman | Devon Lane,|this is my husband, Detective Dooley.
-| Dooley | Nice to meet you.|-| Devon | Oh, the pleasure is all mine.
- | Devon | līm so excited--|- | Dooley ||Can we get some drinks over here ?
- ""De-vawn,"" you want a beer ?|- | Devon | ltīs Devon.
| Dooley | Devon. Sorry.|Whatīs with the tape recorder ?
- | Devon ||līm a writer. l tape everything.|- | Tracy | Devon,
l just want to say that l see|real potential in your work.
- | Devon | Potential ? Really ?|- | Tracy | Oh, yeah.
Heīs been a cop a long time.|Maybe he can help you|with some of that cop stuff.
- | Devon | Would you ?|- | Dooley ||Well, yeah, sure. You okay, honey ?
| Tracy | līll be fine. līll be back|in a few minutes. Excuse me.
| Devon ||Tracy told me you read my manuscript.
| Dooley | Yeah, l did.|l didnīt read the whole thing.
l read the first|and the last chapter.
Thatīs really|all l had time for.
- | Devon ||The first and last chapters ?|- | Dooley | l gotta tell ya,
uh, itīs--|it wasnīt really that real.
- | Devon | lt wasnīt real ?|- | Dooley | No, it wasnīt real.|l didnīt believe a lot of the--
all that cop stuff you have in there--|the shootouts and the bank robbery.
Thatīs not really|how it happens.
- | Devon | lt wasnīt real ?|- | Dooley | Thatīs all right.|ltīs your first attempt, man.
Donīt worry about it.|Youīll get there.
Donīt worry about it.|Youīll get there.
- | Woman | Any loss of appetite ?|- No, līm eatinī pretty well.
- Not you, the dog.|- Oh, uh--
No, heīs fine.
- Okay, līm gonna increase|the speed and incline.|- Why ?
- | Thuds ||- Well, thatīs the standard test|for canines, Detective.
- | Jerry Lee Whining ||- What ?
l can hold the handrail.|Humans can hold the handrail.
All right,|all right, all right.
Have you noticed|any changes in him ?
Yeah, he doesnīt chase the little chuck|wagon across the kitchen floor anymore.
Any loss of hearing|or smell ?
Well, that depends on|what you mean by ""any.""
Well, that depends on|what you mean by ""any.""
Well, maybe sometimes,|a little bit.
- Well, thereīs nothing wrong|with your dog.|- Really ?
Heīs just suffering|from the effects of aging.
- You should slow him down a bit.|- Why ?
Would you send your grandfather out|to try and do your job ?
l wouldnīt send my grandfather|to microwave popcorn.
- So why would you send out Jerry Lee ?|- īCause my grandfatherīs too old.
- So is Jerry Lee.|- What do you mean ?|Look at him. He looks great.
Do you know that dogs are leading|longer and healthier lives these days ?
- Where did you hear that ?|- Seminar. At night.|l try to better myself.
Oh, youīre trying to better yourself ?|Maybe you should get a checkup.
Youīve got high blood pressure.|Your face is bright red.
That is a drinking problem !
Well, what do you know ?|Youīre a vet.
You both need to be|on special diets.
- The same one ?|- No. You should be on|a low-fat, low-sodium diet.
The dog needs to be on|a senior maintenance meal plan.
- | Whining ||- What the hellīs that ?
Lamb and rice|for older dogs.
lt might give him some flatulence for a|week or so, but nothing to worry about.
| Sighs | Nothing for you to worry|about. l gotta live with the damn dog.
- You trying to be funny ?|- No.
l forgot my wallet,|so can l write a check ?
Do l get|any free samples ?
- | Jerry Lee Whining ||- Senior maintenance.
Hey, your day.|You checked out great.
You just, uh--
- Youīre out of shape.|- | Whines |
- Come on. Letīs go.
Come on.|Letīs jump.
- | Barking |
| Grunts ||Come on !
Hey, hey.|Come here, you. Come on.
| Barking |
Come on, just do it.
- Ow ! Ow !
- Come on !|- | Jerry Lee Whining |
Jump, jump, jump !
Hey !|What are you doing on my spot ?
| Whining |
Thatīs my spot.
| Whines |
Thatīll make|you feel better.
You all right ?
Whatīs the matter|with your lamb and rice ?
You donīt like it ?|Here.
Huh ? Here.
Howīs that ?|Nothinī, huh ?
- | Telephone Ringing ||- But this is good for us.
Think we should|work out every day.
- Very tribal.|- | Ringing Continues |
- Very tribal.|- | Ringing Continues |
Yeah, some insurance company you are.|l called the office three hours ago|about my car--
Hey ! Jeez !
Jerry Lee ! Come here.|Lie down. Down.
| Man ||l just saved you 300 calories.
- Who is this ?|- You should be drinking light beer.
Less filling,|and it wonīt slow you down.
And Dooley, you better pay attention|to the ""wonīt slow you down"" part.
l could have beat you|running backwards, old man.
- What do you want ?|- Donīt tell me you havenīt|figured it out yet, Detective.
Three times|in three weeks, Dooley.
l could have taken you out|anytime l wanted.
l want you to know how it feels to have|someone else control your destiny.
- Jerry, down !|- How it feels to have|someone else destroy your life.
- What do you want ?|- ltīs hard to lose a loved one.
lsnīt it, Dooley ? But then,|sometimes life just has a way...
of kicking you in the face,|just when you think youīve got it made.
Hey, why donīt you|come in.
You and l, we can have|a beer, we can chat.
And then|līll bust your ass.
Youīre in no position, literally,|to start playinī bad guy, Dooley.
- | Growling, Barking ||- | Motorcycle Engine Revving |
| Dooley | ...about my car.|Hey ! Jeez !
- Jerry Lee ! Come here.|- ""Chapter Six. Spoon-fed|information by our hero,
Detective Dooley finally|figures out he is the target.
But he still|has no idea why.
- | Dooleyīs Voice | Who is this ?|- Life is about to get|a little more real.""
| Man On Tape | l could have|beat you running backwards, old man.
Donīt tell me you havenīt|figured it out yet, Detective.
Three times|in three weeks, Dooley.
l could have taken you out|anytime l wanted.
| Dooley | Well, at least|we know now weīre being set up.
Now, if we could just keep|Byers off our back.
- You let me do the talkinī, huh ?|- | Jerry Lee Growls |
Oh, am l sore.
| Groans ||Okay.
- | Dooley ||How are you feelinī ? Come here.|- | Barking |
Come on. Stay with me.|You know what, Jerry Lee ?
That vet was wrong.|Weīre not getting old.
Weīre getting sexier|and better and wiser.
| Barks |
| Chattering |
| Man ||Everybody duck. ltīs Dooley.
Donīt listen to him.
- | Whining ||- Lay down, Jerry Lee.
- | Whines ||- Whatīs with him ?
What ?|Heīs not a morning dog.
Listen, last night the shooter called.|Took a shot at me.
- Hit my beer.|- Why didnīt you call it in ?
l got another beer. But wait a minute,|he said something weird.
Something really strange. He said, ""ltīs|hard to lose a loved one, isnīt it ?""
- ls he talkinī about Tracy ?|- l donīt know.
Could be anything. Could be a revenge|act, it could be somebody l know.
- l-l-l donīt know.|- Harry Stipe. Harry Stipe.
He swore that he would get you|after what happened to his brother !
- No, Harry Stipeīs doinī five to ten.|- Not anymore. He got paroled.
- Harry Stipe is out ?|- Yeah, it just came in.
- Stipe is out, and nobody told me ?|- Just came across my desk.
- Give me the parole officerīs name.|l want his address.|- Not so fast, Dooley.
- Come on ! Give it to me.|- Sit.
| Whines |
Thereīs some guy out there|gunninī for you. Youīre not|going anywhere alone anymore.
- Not this again.|- Welles, get in here.
- Welles ?|- And bring Zeus with you !
- Zeus ?|- | Snarling |
- | Growling ||- Hey, whoa-ho-ho !
Meet your new partners.
No way !
- Youīre not gonna actually|let them in here, are you ?|- l certainly am.
- Detective Dooley.|- Officer Welles.
- Sergeant Welles now.|- Oh. Sorry, l didnīt know.
- Good, you two know each other.|- Yeah, we had a moment|a little while ago.
- Before he, uh-- | Coughs ||- | Mumbling |
Look, l donīt see what that dog|has gotta do that Jerry Lee canīt do.
Zeus !|| Speaking Dutch |
| Speaking Dutch |
Very impressive, Welles.
- Dooley ?|- What ?
He was trained|in anti-terrorist tactics.
Could he go into a mini-mart|and pick up a six-pack of beer ?
He attacks through windows.
Well, Jerry Lee|has mastered Windows ī98.
Got his own chat room.|""Dogs for Dogs"" ?
| Shouting ln Dutch |
Jerry Lee|can do that.
- You can do that, canīt you ?|- | Whining |
Captain ? l really donīt|think this is a good idea.
- l couldnīt agree more with her.|- Dooley shouldnīt even have that dog.
Heīs not trained as a canine officer.|Heīs a dog with a pet.
- | Growls ||- Ooh ! Arenīt we a little moody ?
- | Growls ||- Zeus and l can handle this case alone.
l got news for you.|Once l get a paroleeīs address,|this case is closed.
Then l got news for you.|A parolee doesnīt even fit the profile.
Profile ? What is this,|an Olympic moment ?
- This is a police investigation here.|- Really ? l wouldnīt have guessed.
You donīt need a profile|to catch a bad guy.
All you need is a good cop|with good instincts.
līm glad you said ""good cop,""|because so far, your instincts suck !
You two are gonna|get along great.
Dooley, l need to talk to you alone.|No offense, Sergeant.
No offense|taken, Captain.
See you outside,|partner.
Hey ! lf youīre|gonna ride with me,
get out of that uniform and|be on my desk in five minutes.
- ""At."" He meant ""at.""|- No, l meant ""at.""
""At.""|At my desk.
- ""At.""|- | Muttering ln Dutch |
What is wrong with you ? Didnīt you go|to the sexual harassment seminar ?
l missed that one.|l was-- l was at another seminar.
All right, forget about it.|Sheīll probably be cool about it.
- Ah, look. Put Jerry Lee outside.|- H-He canīt testify.
- Look, just have him wait outside.|- He can keep a secret !
- Have him wait outside !|- All right. Come on, Jerry.
Uh, l got a delivery|for, uh, Detective Dooley.
Sign, please.
- Uh, thereīs a complementary card|in there.|- Thank you.
l saw the vet report|today, and uh,
- | Sighs ||- you need to--
- | Dooley | What ?|- | Jerry Lee Whines |
You better give|some serious th--
- You need to give thought|to getting a newer dog.|- What ?
- Well, one like Zeus. Yes.|- Zeus ?
That crazy, psycho dog ?|Are you kiddinī me ?
He wouldnīt last five minutes|with me-- līd kill him !
Look, he probably|doesnīt even drink.
l donīt need a new dog. You know what|l need is a bigger gun-- one like this.
- Will you put that away, you idiot ?|- Or one like this.
- Where did you get this ?|This-This is L.A., not Dallas.|- How about this one ?
Look, l got a guy out there|with an M-16 takinī shots at me,
and all l got...|is this.
Dooley, firearms, thatīs not|the problem. The problem is Jerry Lee.
- What ?|- Well, if he misses a step,|you could lose your life.
Donīt you understand ? Thatīs why|līm giving you both new partners.
l read that vet report.
The vet report said you were in the best|shape youīve ever been in your life.
Alert. Responsive.
Heīs a killer !
Youīre a stud dog,|Jerry Lee.
- | Whines ||- See ?
You see that ?|You see his sly and uncanny way ?
Heīs pretending to be|asleep so he can pounce.
Good boy, Jerry Lee.|Come on. Letīs go.
Come ! Jerry.
Hot dogs !|Hamburgers ! Chili !
| Whining |
Hey, Dooley. These flowers|were just delivered for you.
Must have been|a wild night.
""Was last night as good for you|as it was for me ?""
- Who gave you these ?|- The delivery guy.
- What did he look like ?|- Green pants, black belt.
You saw him from|the waist down, thatīs it ?
- l was sittinī in--|- What are you doing ?|Touching evidence again ?
Puttinī your prints|all over this ? Listen to me.
- You see these gloves ? l want you|to wear these things. Forever !|- Yeah.
- Okay.|- Take these down to the lab|and have them dusted.
- | Welles | Zeus ! Come !|- Come on. Letīs go.
That Welles and that stupid psycho dog|is probably sittinī up at the desk.
You and l can go get|the bad guys ourselves.
Hey !|We were just looking for you.
- Werenīt we, Jerry ?|- Check this out.
lf you look at the holes,|they actually spell out something.
lt says, ""Even though|līm older and slower,
līm still the same asshole|as l was before.""
Very funny. Thatīs very funny.|You think that was funny ?
- | Sighs | Come on, Jerry Lee.|- Zeus !
| Dutch |
l can do that.
All right, look.|l want to get one thing straight...
before we go on here,|all right ?
What went on between|you and me is history.
Now, you have got|to let it go.
l donīt even think|about it anymore.
And neither should you.|Okay ?
- Okay.|- What do you mean, okay ?
- l mean okay.|- Okay, you agree with it,
or okay, you donīt|think about it anymore ?
- Okay. l donīt think about it.|- How can you not think about it ?
- You said you donīt think about it.|- Well, of course not.
- l mean, līm-līm-līm--|- But what ? What ?
What ? Youīre so irresistible,|how could l not think about it ?
- Well--|- Because, you know, it was one night.
- Heat of the moment stuff.|- Absolutely right !
- Right.|- Get in.
| Sighing, Swearing|ln Dutch |
- What was that ?|- What ? Nothing.
And you, dog, letīs get one thing|straight between you and me, all right ?
Number one: No barking,|no drooling, no f--
passing of gas...
or performing any bodily functions|in or about my car.
Number two: You always|sit in the back seat.
Number three:|Never give me any lip.
- | Growling ||- Thatīs negotiable. Thatīs negotiable.
Just relax.|Jerry Lee, watch him.
| Slams Door |
Ticket !|Look at that !
l think she follows|me around.
Just put it in|the glove compartment.
Dooley ! How many|parking tickets do you have ?
- Put īem in the glove compartment|and shut it.|- Do you know how to park a car ?
- Shut it !|- | Camera Shutter Clicks |
Ugh, līm gonna need a tetanus shot|from just sitting in this car.
- | Engine Starts ||- | Dooley ||Weīre going to Harry Stipeīs.
Weīre going to arrest him, and youīll|never have to see me again, all right ?
- | Dooley | Your dog|likes to look through windows ?|- He attacks through windows.
- | Dooley | Yeah, but can he sing ?|- | Welles | What ?
- Jerry Lee can sing.|- | Chuckling | Yeah, right.
- | Dooley ||- | Jerry Lee Howling |
- Hear that ? Come on, Jerry Lee.|- | Howling Continues |
| Welles | līm tellinī ya,|heīs not the guy weīre lookinī for.
- And how would you know that ?|- Because he doesnīt fit the profile.
Profile.|| Clears Throat | Welles,
this is a profile.
A profile is only good when|youīre trying to narrow down suspects.
We need a list|of suspects first.
- ltīs not him.|- Okay, then. Stay in the car.
- And you too. You stay.|Jerry Lee ? Letīs go.|- | Growling |
We are not staying|in the car.
- Donīt look at me like that.|- Look at you like what ?
Not you.|Him.
l got a weapon.|līll use it.
We are trained K-9 officers.|We donīt do ""stay in the car.""
Why donīt you...
and your little puppy|go in through the back ?
Heīs not a puppy. And why do we have|to go in the back ? Why donīt you ?
- We donīt do back doors. Come on !|- | Barking |
| Muttering ln Dutch |
| Shouts ln Dutch |
Wow.|Look at this.
You know, l hear theyīre|converting this to condos ?
lf we take some out|of your money market fund,
we can buy one of these|and use it as a rental.
l hear conversions|can be a great investment.
- Condos and-- Jesus !|- | Jerry Lee Barks |
l mean, Jesus,|līm glad youīre here.
Watch our backs, please.
- | Couple Yelling ||- All right, Jerry Lee.|Time to go to work.
Wait up.|Come on.
| Yelling Continues|ln Foreign Language |
| Softly ||Jerry Lee. This is Harry Stipeīs.
Remember ?|Come here.
| Whispers ||Sit down.
| Whining |
Where is she now ?|We should have went around back.
- | Barking ||- | Man Groaning |
Whatīs the matter, Harry ?|l hit ya ?
| Harry | You son of a bitch !|You ruined my best pants, man !
Ooh, you got|a potty-mouth there, buddy !
You kiss your mom|with that mouth ?
Throw out the shotgun,|and any other weapons.
- And donīt forget any.|- | Thumping |
l got Jerry Lee|here with me.
- You know what heīll do|if he finds them !|- | Thumping, Crashing |
Hey, listen, man. You just keep|that dog away from me, all right ?
l donīt want to deal|with Jerry Lee again, man.
You know, last time we met,|it wasnīt a good thing.
Jesus, Harry.
- What, are you planning|to go back to night school ?|- l need a little protection.
- You know what līm saying, man ?|- ls that everything ?
- | Jerry Lee Growling ||- Yeah.
- Okay, Jerry Lee.|- | Barking Fiercely |
- Oh ! Oh ! Hey, man, you get|that dog away from me, man.|- Back it up, Harry.
Easy, Jerry Lee. Easy.|Check it out. Back up, Harry.
- Hold it right there.|- | Stipe | Easy, doggie. Calm down.
- Shh !|- So, where you been lately, Harry ?
- Shootinī at armored cars ?|Makinī midnight calls ?|- | Welles | Zeus !
- What ?|- Step away from the window, Harry.
- Huh ?|- The window, Harry. Step away.
All right, man.
- | Shrieking ||- | Whimpering |
- So, where were you yesterday ?|- What do you mean, man ?|l was right here.
- Donīt lie to me, Harry.|- līm not lyinī to you, man.
Look, you see this ?|ltīs not a social beeper.
ltīs a house arrest bracelet.|ltīs like a LoJack on my leg.
lt goes off,|everybodyīs here.
Cops, SWAT team,|my parole officer, everybody !
A-All right, okay.|Let me see your parole papers.
līm really happy youīre here, man,|l gotta tell you. And you too.
Theyīre out there|and they want to kill me.
They want to kill me.|Here you go, give it to him.
| Shudders ||Ooh ! Hey, easy.
- Thank you, Jerry.|- Hey, man, you know what ?
- l want to thank you|for putting my brother in.|- Whereīd you get the gun ?
Oh ! They were here when l moved in !
Oh, really ? l didnīt see the sign|when l came in: ""Free cable and ammo.""
- Oh, yeah. Thereīs a sign.|- Jerry Lee ?
Fat Tommy, man.|Fat Tommy got īem for me.
- l thought you couldnīt|leave the place.|- He delivers.
So, if he didnīt make it|in 30 minutes, you get free ammo ?
Hey, you know,|l didnīt think about that.
- Fat Tommy get military weapons too ?|- Oh, yeah. Military stuff.
Heīs got everything, man.|Heīs got a big-time supplier.
- Who ?|- l donīt know.
- Police, freeze !|- Aah !
l heard gunshots !|Wait. Whereīs my dog ?
- Dog ? What dog ?|- | Whining |
Great instincts, Dooley.|So, what now, big guy ?
| Dooley | You know, after battle,|dogs and men like a treat.
Jerry Lee was good,|so he gets a treat !
- Whereīs he goinī ?
Uh, he knows|itīs treat time.
- l canīt believe youīre going|to feed your dog this.
Surest way to kill him|is with this garbage.
He should be eating nothing|but senior maintenance.
You know what ?|l tried that senior maintenance.|l liked it. l mean, with a beer.
- | Whimpering |
l donīt have any money.|l forgot my wallet at the station.
- You got $30 on you ?|- Figures. Yes.
- | Whining |
- | Zeus Barking |
- Hey ! Whatīs with your dog ?|- What ? Heīs fine.
- l donīt think he likes me.|- | Barking |
- What ? Whatīs with this guy ?|- He has to go to the rest room.
- Oh. Oh, to be a dog.|- Excuse us.
No, no. He wants some privacy.|Do you mind ?
- The dog ?|- The dog.
- Thank you.|- l like it myself sometimes.
- Excuse me ? Excuse me.
Have you seen|a white poodle ?
- White ?|- Mm-hmm.
| lnhales Deeply ||No. Mm-mm.
- Hurry up !
- | Jerry Lee Whining ||- Whereīs your dog ?
- Jerry Lee ? Jerry Lee !|- | Panting |
- Hey, what language is it|that you speak to that dog ?
Dutch.|He was trained in the Netherlands.
Oh, the Netherlands !|īScuse me !
Jerry Lee|was trained in Oxnard.
You know, the best K-9 dogs|come from Oxnard.
l could learn so much|from you, Dooley.
God, l hate it when people|donīt pick up after their dogs !
Breed their dogs|in the park.
They donīt take care. They breed dogs|in the park. Thatīs the worst thing--
| Groaning |
Dooley ! What the hell are you doing ?|Have you lost your mind ?
- Jesus, do you always|throw women around the park ?|- Stupid kid.
| Screaming ||Let go. Tell the mutt get off.
- Clog ! Heineken ! Heineken !|Oppenheimer. Dutch Schultz !|- | Sighing |
- Come on, let go. Let go !|- Zeus ! | Speaking Dutch |
- | Moaning ||- Moron.
- | Dutch ||- | Groaning |
- My shirt. He wrecked my shirt.|- | Welles Cursing ln Dutch |
Jerry Lee !
| Groans ||Shit !
Where have you been ? What,|did you take her out to dinner too ?
Come on,|l got your hot dog.
| Scoffs ||You get lucky, l get shit.
Come on.|What took you so long ?
| Dooley | Hey, Welles, give me a--|l thought he was gonna shoot ya.
| Welles | What ? A kid|with a toy gun was gonna shoot me ?
| Welles Continues,|lndistinct |
| Welles | Why are we parking|all the way out here ?
l donīt want anybody|banginī my doors.
Banging your doors ?|Your doors are all shot up.
- Donīt be so negative.|- Oh, Zeus. | Dutch |
- Come on.|- Hey, Jerry Lee. Come here.
| Sniffing ||What is that smell ?
- Smell ?|- Oh !
| Yelling, Chattering |
Mikey.|Whatīs up, man ?
Excuse me.
- | Knocking ||- Hello !
- You know where Fat Tommy is ?|- Never heard of him.
- Fat. Tommy. Big guy.|- Never heard of him !
Heīs big. Heīs got a big belly.|ls he at brunch now ?
- Donīt know who youīre talking about.|- Buffet ? Lunch ? Dinner ?
- Nope.|- Come on, you must have seen him|walkinī down the street.
- With a light on him,|he looked like a fire truck ?|- Never.
Jerry Lee, you hear that ?|He never heard of Fat Tommy.
Thanks, man.|Nice haircut.
- | Jerry Lee Whining ||- What ?
l can do that.|Keep your elbows up.
Little higher.|Thatīs it, thatīs it. Yeah.
| Jerry Lee Whining |
Gonna get some tape.
Gotta wrap the tape.
| lnhales Sharply ||All right, everybody. Listen up !
Yo ! Listen up !
Yo ! līm talkinī|to you, Rocky !
līm lookinī|for the Fat Man.
Oh, l didnīt know this was ""līm not|talkinī to the cop"" day. l understand.
Hel-lo !
Thatīs quite a command|you have there, Dooley.
Well, smarty-pants,
l thought maybe līd let you and the|psycho dog, you know, do a little work.
l think we will.
Zeus !
- | Shouts ln Dutch ||- | Fight Bell Ringing |
| Zeus Growling |
| Panicky Shouting |
| Man Shouting ||Come on, lady, call your dog off !
You know, your dog|has some real control issues.
Think you should|work with him at it.
- You know.|- | Zeus Growling |
| Dutch |
| Man ||Whose mutt is this ?
Okay. Now watch|some real police work.
| Man ||Get this dog outta here !
What the hell are you idiots|doinī up there ?
Hey, Fat Tommy,|how ya doinī ?
Keep that dog|away from me !
Wow ! Look at you !|Youīve lost a lot of weight.
Youīre lookinī good,|Fat Tommy !
- What, did you have|your stomach stapled ?|- Keep that dog away from me.
līll sue you|this time, l will.
You might have to, unless you tell me|whoīs sellinī the M-16 retrofit.
l donīt know what youīre talkinī about.|līm a legitimate businessman.
Say hello to Jackie Hammer.|Maybe you heard of him.
They call him|""Fists of Steel.""
Heīs the super middleweight|kickboxing champion.
Heīs the ultimate|fightinī champ.
l donīt get that|pay-per-view, you know ?
līm sure heīs very good. līm very|impressed. You impressed, Jerry Lee ?
Show him, Jackie.
| Shouting, Yelling |
| Fat Tommy ||Jackie, stay away from that dog.
Hey, Fat Tommy, what are you|worried about ? Heīs a good doggie.
Ooh !
Good thing your boyīs|got a cup on, huh ?
- Otherwise, heīd be known|as Little Jackie Hammer.|- | Whimpering |
l bet you got a lot|of money on this guy, huh ?
What kind of a psycho would teach|a dog to do something like that ?
Actually, he taught himself.|Jerry Lee.
| Crowd Groaning, Moaning |
- | Yelling ||- Yah !
The name, fat man,|or the boy loses his nuts.
| Speaking ln A High Voice ||Tell him. Please.
- Phil Cage.|- Phil Cage ? As in,|""Philīs Salvage Yard"" ?
- Yeah.|- Jerry Lee.
You can let go now.|Jerry !
| Whimpering |
By the way, you look good.|Youīve lost a lot of weight.
- Keep it up.|- Thanks, Dooley. līm in the zone.
Yeah, itīs|workinī for you.
| Fat Tommy | l told you guys|never to get caught in the corner.
- What was all that Kung Fu crap about ?|- lt wasnīt Kung Fu.
lt was Krav Maga.|God, Dooley, get out of the ī70s.
Zeus and l trained for two months|at the lsraeli Defense Force.
Oh, yeah ? What did they feed him ?|""Kibbutz īnī Bits"" ?
Ah, ""Kibbutz īnī Bits.""|Did you like that ?
Come on, now, l know you thought that|was funny. Youīre laughing inside.
You shouldnīt hold it in like that.|ltīs not good for your health.
| Boxers Chattering |
| Coins Clattering,|Phone Dinging |
Philīs Salvage.|This is Phil speaking.
Dooley and the police|are raiding your place in ten minutes.
Who is this ?
- | Hangs Up Receiver ||- | Dial Tone |
Get the boys,|get the money,
get the guns, we gotta|get the hell out of here.
| Welles Whistles ||This is the perfect place for your car.
- Shall l call and have|a black-and-white pick us up ?|- | Chuckles |
Very funny. Cute.|Almost quaint.
- | Engine Rattles, Stops ||- līm gonna go and talk to Phil.
- l want you to stay in the car.|- What ?
- Stay !|- līm not a dog.
Well, thatīs obvious. Dogs listen.|| Guffaws |
This time,|weīre going in the front.
- Fine ! ltīs your choice !|- Oh, youīre actually|giving me a choice ?
- Yeah. Front, back ?|- Weīll take the front.
- Fine.|- No, no, no, no, no.|l see what youīre doing here.
- What do you want ?|- l want the front.
- Then weīll take the front.|- Fine. līll take the back.
- What happened to ""Jerry Lee and l|donīt do back doors"" ?|- līm trying to compromise, dear.
- You want the back ?|- Yes.
- Then weīll take the back.|- Fine. līll take the front.
No way ! Thatīs what you|wanted me to say, and thatīs|what you wanted me to take.
- Weīll take the front.|- Fine ! Take the front !
- l donīt care !|- Sure you donīt. Weīll take the back.
- Zeus !|- | Whispering | Bad dog. Bad dog.
Works every time. Come on.|| Chuckles |
All right.|Keep your eyes open, Jer.
- | Man | That you, Dooley ?|- Yeah, itīs me, Phil.
Hey, Phil. Whatīs goinī on here ?|l thought you went legit.
Oh, l could bullshit you, Dooley,|but the truth is, itīs easy money.
- | Zeus Growling ||- Come on !
- Those new guns, Phil ?|- How do you like īem ?
Well, from this point of view,|theyīre quite impressive.
You know, Phil,|this is your third strike.
- Theyīre gonna throw away the key.|- Why do you think līm shootinī ?
- ltīs nothinī personal.|- Thatīs nice to hear.
- Thatīs very caring,|loving and supportive.|- l had a good mother.
- Zeus, stay !|- | Growls |
Oh, boy.
- Dance ! Dance !|- | Screaming |
- Dance !|- | Screaming |
- Ah, what is life if not to dance !|- | Screams |
- | Growling, Barking ||- | Phil Screaming |
- What kind of piece you usinī ?|- 9mm, standard issue.
- Yeah, l could set you up|with something special.|- Yeah ?
Tell me about|that M-16 retrofit.
| Chuckles ||Little too pricey for you, Dooley.
- You got any names ?|- l didnīt ask it !
- You know what he looked like ?|- l wasnīt looking at his face,|l was looking at the money.
līm sure he looked like your average,|creepy kind of gun nut.
- A lot like you !|- Well, Phil, youīre gonna|need that sense of humor...
when they lock you away|for the rest of your life...
wearinī that|cute little sun dress.
- | Whispers | Okay.|- | Whining |
| Screaming |
- You cook too ?|- A lot of takeout.
Cuff him.|Call for backup.
līm goinī after Phil.
Come on, Jerry Lee.
Oh-oh-oh, man !
Down ! Down !|My car !
Move, move, move, move,|move, move, move !
Down !
| Jerry Lee Barking |
My car !
Oh, no.|Not the running thing again.
Come on !|| Sighs |
Yeah, yeah. Look at that.|Look at that bike.
| Grunts ||Come on, come on !
- Drop the gun !|- l canīt.
| Dutch |
- | Growling ||- | Jerry Lee Barking |
Jerry Lee ?|Where are you ?
| Dooley ||Jerry Lee !
Oh ! Oh !|Holy shit !
| Groaning |
| Groans ||Youīre under arrest !
You have the right|to remain unconscious.
Anything you dream will be held|against you in a court of law.
- | Barking ||- ltīs about time|you got here, Jerry Lee !
Jerry Lee ?
- Everything okay ?|- Yeah.
Jerry Leeīs fine.|He only drinks water every couple days.
Just like a camel.
- Probably on his fatherīs side.|- Thatīs an interesting trait.
ltīs very efficient too.|He pees all at once.
ls your dog on steroids|or something ?
- No. Why ?|- līve never seen a dog|like that not pant.
Heīs not tired.
- How old is Jerry Lee ?|- Oh, l donīt know.
Well, how long have|you two been together ?
ltīs the longest relationship|līve ever had.
Youīve got everything|tied up here,
so weīve got a couple of|personal things to take care of.
Come on.|Come on.
| Man | Ah, too bad, Dooley.|Where are the marshmallows ?
Can somebody|give me a ride ?
| Sighs |
Oh, this is a hill !
| Grunting |
Ah, this is too much.
Phew !
You know, this isnīt a bad mode|of transportation, Jerry Lee.
No gasoline, no insurance.
No parking tickets.
l gotta get a little carriage seat|for you in the back, though.
- Hard day, huh, Jer ?|- | Whines |
A lot of action today.
Hey. Come here.
Come up|on my spot.
You can sit up on my spot.|Attaboy.
There you go.|l just love ya the way you are.
Good dog.|Powerful dog.
- Handsome dog. Pretty dog.|- | Whining |
Hey, you want|some chili ?
Oh, you want|more brush ?
You want some chili ?|l can make you some chili.
Got pretty ears.|Look at your ears, how pretty they are.
Look at that.|Youīre so handsome.
| Alarm Beeping |
| Slaps Radio,|Alarm Stops |
- | Truck Motor Rumbling ||- Hmm.
| Glass, Metal Crashing |
Hey ! Hey !|Hey, thatīs my car.
No, no, no, no.|ltīs not junk. ltīs not junk.
Hold on, hold on,|hold on, hold on !
Get this thing out of here.|No, no. Not my car.
Get this garbage truck|out of here !
Back it, back it. Back it.|Back it up. Up ! Up ! Up !
Look, l just had it|towed back here.
What the hell|do you think youīre doinī ?
My car !
For cryinī out loud.
A ticket !
| Whistling ||Jerry Lee ?
| Continues Whistling |
Hey, Jer ?
Made your|favorite coffee.
Half cream,|three tablespoons of sugar.
Hey, Jer.
l think itīs a good idea|you stay home today.
Take a nap.|Get a little rest.
līm gonna put on|some videos for ya.
There, look, l got, uh--|l got Beethoven, your favorite.
The original.|Jer ?
| Dooley ||Oh, Jer.
| Sighs |
Jerry Lee ?
- What are you doing ?|- | Whimpers Softly |
- We canīt go in this car.|- | Whimpers |
Jerry Lee, you canīt go.
You canīt go to work|with me today.
Jerry Lee, come on.|Go inside.
Go inside.
Oh, youīre playing|Mr. Deaf, are ya ?
Do you want a time-out ?|You want a time-out ?
Fine.|Time-out !
Time-outīs over. Now youīre grounded.|You are grounded, young man.
You go up into your room, no music,|no TV, no Beethoven, no park !
You gotta go to the bathroom ?|Backyard for you.
Backyard !
Come on !
līm gonna count to three,
and if youīre not upstairs,|in that room,
youīre in big trouble.
- | Whines ||- One.
- | Motorcycle Approaching ||- Two.
Two and a half.
- Three ! Fine !|- | Barks |
Fine, go !|Run away,
Mr. lndependent,|l-Donīt-Need-Mr. Dooley !
Go on, Jerry Lee !|Go with your friends !
- Sure, grass is greener|on the other side, huh ?|- Who are you yelling at ?
- Jerry Lee.|- Why ?
Oh, Mr. Big Shot|decided to run away.
All right, so,|jump in the car.
- Weīll go look for him.|Zeus will seek him out.|- No, no, no, no.
He has to come to me.|Thatīs the prodigal son.|Heīs gotta go and come back.
l would be doing him damage if l went|and chased him down the street.
l am not gonna do it.
| Whistling ||Jerry Lee ?
Heīs just been actinī|so weird.
- Did he ever run away before ?|- No.
- Heīs very sensitive.|- Just like you.
- līm not sensitive.|Heīs sensitive. līm--|- | Barking |
līm just moody.
| Dooley ||Jerry Lee !
Well, maybe Byers is right.
- Maybe Jerry Lee|just canīt cut it anymore.|- Byers said that ?
- Yeah, more than once.|- So, thatīs why he assigned us to you.
Where is he going ?
- | Barking ||- | Dooley | There he is !
| Welles ||ln front of the storage building.
Jerry Lee !
Jerry Lee,|what are you doing ?
līm sorry, Jerry Lee.|Did l hurt your feelings ?
- Whatīs with you ?|- Heīs not running away, Dooley.|He wants you to follow him.
| Jerry Lee Barking |
Zeus, come !
- l think heīs on to something.|- l hate stairs.
Jerry Lee ?
What do you got ?|Heīs keying in on something.
- | Whimpering ||- Okay.
Okay, Jerry Lee,|back off.
- Move out of the way.|- What are you doing ?
līm picking the lock.|We do it all the time.
Thatīs what worries me.
- | Sighs | You have a better idea ?|- Yes.
One of us will stake out|the room from across the hall,|the other will go get a warrant.
Jerry Lee and l|do not do warrants.
Or back doors.|What else donīt you do ?
We donīt do flavored coffee. We donīt|do aroma therapy. We donīt do raw fish.
- Normally known as sushi.|- Yes, we donīt do that.
We donīt do tofu. We donīt do collagen.|We donīt do colonics.
We donīt do e-mail.|We donīt do head shrinkers,|group therapy, social workers.
We donīt do cute little doggy outfits.|We donīt do shopping.
- We donīt do Near Beer|or little speedos.|- Thank God.
- And we donīt do sporks.|- l get the point. līll get the warrant.
- Donīt touch the lock.|- | Jerry Lee Whines |
And we donīt do, ""Ooh, is that a pimple|on your back ? Can l squeeze it ?""
| Zeus Barks |
- Jerry Lee, she didnīt say|we canīt touch that lock.|- | Gunshot |
- | Jerry Lee Howling |
- Thatīs it.|- | Howling Continues |
Youīre a good singer.
- | Howling lntensifies ||- Okay, weīre done singing now.|All right ? You happy ?
Stop it ! Stop ! Come on.|The bad guyīs gonna hear us.
Yeah, see ? Look. l could stuff you|and put you on the wall.
See ?|Like a moose head.
You know, youīre|the best dog l ever had.
Youīre the only dog l ever had,|but youīre still the number one guy.
You know, this is hard|for me to say, but--
- | Whimpers ||- | Sniffing |
- Get away from me.|ls that you ? Was that you ?|- | Whimpers |
Oh, my God ! That is rancid !|| Groaning |
| Banging On Door |
| Gagging |
- What did you eat ?|- | Banging Continues |
Did you just cut another one ?|Did you ?
| Gagging Continues ||Thereīs something alien in you !
Whew ! Whew !|Whew ! Whew !
Youīre off that|lamb and rice diet !
Oh, God !|| Coughing |
Dooley !
- Oh !|- | Whimpering |
Oh !|Oh !
What is that smell ?
- What ? What smell ?|- Oh, donīt tell me|you donīt have a sense of smell.
- My God ! My eyes are watering.|- lt was Jerry Lee !
- Stop blaming the dog.|- Honest to God, it was Jerry Lee.
- That is so sad, man.|You need to go to a doctor.|- No !
- l swear ! lt was Jerry Lee !|- | Whimpers Softly |
All right, l got the warrant.|Shoot off the lock.
l advise you to wait, however,|considering the gas in this room.
- Youīre gonna blow us up.|- | Gunshot |
Oh, yeah,|heīs a gun nut, all right.
| Welles ||Looks like heīs some kind of writer.
Everythingīs written|under a different name.
Heīs got pictures of his girlfriend|or his wife hanging up.
What ?
ltīs not his wife.|ltīs mine.
| Jerry Lee Whimpering |
| Welles | Theyīre picking up|the manuscripts later.
So, what do you think ? l mean, theyīre|all cop stories. Every one of īem.
Tracy was an editor.
That rejection letter|she wrote was really nice.
Tracy was nice in every way.
Thatīs why you disappeared|that night that we, um--
Kissed ?
līm sorry about that.
No, donīt be sorry. lt was nothing to|apologize for. You just werenīt ready.
Dooley, you really gotta stop|blaming yourself for what happened.
No, līm serious.|Listen, people die.
That is a fact of life.
Youīre a really good cop.
And so is Jerry Lee.|You got really great instincts.
You know ?|And they canīt teach you that.
Trust me, l know.
- Thanks.|- Youīre welcome.
| Barking |
- ls he gonna bite me ?|- Probably.
You know, that dog|is very co-dependent.
- Can l take him in the other room ?|- You can try.
- Zeus ? Ham, cheese ?|- | Chuckles |
- Look what l got. Look what l got.|- | Growling |
Come on. Letīs go|in the other room.
Thatīs good. Come on.|Come on. Come on.
Thatīs my finger.|No, thatīs my finger. Thatīs my finger.
You want a time-out ?|Want a time-out ? Want a time-out ?
My finger, my finger.|Let go, let go, let go.
- Thank you.|- Dooley !
- līm not gonna share.|- Dooley, come here !
- What ?|- Come here.
- What ?|- This guy--|This guy is writing about you.
Heīs got everything. Heīs got the|bank shoot-out, Harry Stipe, Fat Tommy.
- Who wrote this ?|- Um, l donīt know.|A guy named Jeffery Barnes.
- Probably a fake name.|- Barnes.
- No.|- These all have different pen names.
Whoīs the hero ?
Devon Lane.
Right ? Yeah.|Devon Lane.
Devon Lane.|Devon Lane.
l donīt know why l--|l know Devon Lane.
Devon Lane turned in|a manuscript to Tracy.
She rejected it,|but she wanted me to meet with him...
to talk to him about|what is was like to be a cop.
He was really strange.
He kept staring at her|through the whole--
līm gonna have an APB|put out on him immediately.
- Good work.|- You too.
| Man On TV, lndistinct |
- Hey.|- Hi.
| Chuckles ||līm kinda hungry.
- You hungry ? You wanna eat ?|- Yeah.
- Yes !|- l am a good cook.
l am a great cook.|līm gonna fix you something.
Youīre gonna love it.|Youīre just gonna love it.
- | Glass Breaks ||- | Growls |
līll clean it up.|līll clean it up.
- | Glass Breaking ||- | Whimpers |
Damn !|līm gonna get tupperware.
| Man On TV | The government bill to|crack down on laboratory experiments...
on animals is expected|to become law today.
| Man #2 | ...then you should try|Smith Kennelīs Table Scrap Snacks.
They taste and look just like the scraps|your dog begs for at the table.
Small, delectable pieces|of toast crust, scrambled egg bits--
| TV Continues, lndistinct |
Your dog will beg for more.|Here are some happy users.
| Man #3 | Yeah, l came home|for dinner late last night,
and l saw the dog was just|chomping away--
| Growling |
| Growling Continues |
All right, all right.|līm dropping it.
Wanna go for a walk ?
Go for a walk ?
| Whispers ||Watch her.
Okay, donīt move.
| TV Continues, lndistinct |
Okay, a date.|l wanna take her out on a date.
Tulips.|Heineken, Amsterdam, clogs.
l gotta get|a Dutch dictionary.
All right.
l mean, she, you know--|She came on-- What ?
You gotta go ?|You gotta go ?
| Zeus Urinating |
You know, l like this neighbor. Sheīs|a really nice old lady. You shouldnīt--
Oh, my God.
All l got are twenties.|Thatīs all l got is a twenty.
Oh, my God !
| Man On TV ||Call this toll-free number now...
to order this revolutionary|new dog snack risk-free.
lf your dog|doesnīt really love them,
just return the unused portion|for a full refund.
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| TV Shuts Off |
| Whispers ||Good night, Zeus.
| Whimpers |
| Sighs |
- | Cat Screeches ||- | Barks |
Come on.|Go to sleep.
Go to sleep.
Zeus, letīs go.
| Door Closes |
Good morning.
- | Jerry Lee Whimpers ||- Good morning.
Good morning.|""Guten-morning.""
| Barks |
What do you think ?
Like it ?
Okay, bud,|itīs you and me.
- | Growls Softly ||- Donīt blow it.
Breakfast, anyone ?
- | Whimpers ||- Was it something we said ?
Did she leave ?
Well, itīs you and me again,|Jerry Lee. Come on, outside.
- | Whimpers ||- Come on, come on, come on.|Leave me the marshmallows.
| Telephone Ringing |
Sheīs calling, probably to apologize.|Come on.
| Ringing Continues |
Hello. You know,|you couldīve stayed for breakfast.
| Devon | l heard you finally|got around to reading my masterpiece.
Poignant, huh ?
You wanna know the ending ?
lf you get to her first, she lives.|lf you donīt, she dies.
Howīs that for real, Dooley ?
See you soon.
| Dial Tone |
Whereīs that number ?
| Dialing |
| Ringing |
| Zeus Barking |
Pick it up. Pick it up.|Come on. Answer it.
- | Ringing ||- | Barking Continues |
Pick it up !
Damn it !
| Groans |
| Telephone Ringing |
Byers.|Hey, Dooley.
What ?|Wait, slow down. Slow down.
What are you talking about ?
Heīs after her.|Welles, thatīs who ! Welles !
Oh, no, no.|Come on. Huh ?
He would never come here.|Heīs not that crazy.
- Listen to me !|- | Welles ||Youīre completely surrounded.
- Shut up !|- Youīre in a police station,
- for Godīs sakes.|- Oh, my God.
| lndistinct Yelling,|Shouting |
| Gunfire Continues |
- | Barking ||- Hey !
Hey !|Hey, what are you doing ?
What are you doing with all these|tickets ? Youīre following me !
You got a vengeance--|A boot ? You put--
l need a ride ! Thereīs an emergency|going on. l need to take--
Here. Here, līm sorry.|You want this ?
You want this ?|Thatīs what l think-- Hey !
Get in.|līll show her.
Hmm !
| Officer ||Get down ! Get down !
- l canīt see him !|- | Officer #2 | Weīre under fire !
| Devon ||Take your shot !
- Goddamn it ! Put your gun down !|- | Byers | Hold your fire ! Get down !
- Stop that man !|- | Welles | Everybody get down !
- | Devon | Shut up !|- ltīs all over.
| Byers ||Lay down, everybody ! Lay down !
Oh, for crying out loud.
| Byers ||Hold your fire ! Heīs backing out !
- Okay, letīs move up ! Come on !|- | Officer | Move ! Move !
Come here !
Zeus, go on back !
- | Gunfire Continues ||- | Welles | Back up !
- Youīll never make it|out of the building.|- Thatīs not the ending l wrote.
- Hey !|- Well, the good guy finally arrives,
just in time to see|another loved one die.
Let her go.|This is between you and me.
l got the station locked down, Dooley.|He canīt get out.
Now, put the gun down,|Devon, and nobody gets hurt !
Did you know|he killed his wife ?
l didnīt kill her.|Tracy was very sick, and she died.
Sick of you.|Sick of being a copīs wife.
You drove her|to an early grave.
| Growling |
- Get your dog back.|Get him back, Dooley.|- | Dooley | Canīt do that.
You think|he listens to me ?
Get your dog back, Dooley. Get him|back, or līll shoot him right now.
Tracy loved that dog.
- Loved that dog more than anything.|- Not more than me.
- She didnīt even know you !|- Yes, she did. She read my book.
Thatīs me in that book.
She said l had potential.|She believed in me.
- | Dooley ||līm sorry l didnīt like your book.|- You didnīt even read it.
l read part of it.
| Devon | Tracy didnīt have any|problems with my writing being real.
She liked my work !|l wonīt shoot the dog. līll shoot her.
- Shoot him, Dooley. Just take him out.|- Shut up !
- Shut up, Byers !|- Shut up, Byers !|- Shoot him !
Shut up !|līm not gonna shoot him.
- He needs help !|- l donīt need help.
- Yes, you do.|- | Growling |
Tracy would want you|to get help.
- She would ?|- Yes, she would.
- Youīre just saying that.|- No, līm not.
- Youīre lying to me.|- līm not.
Yes, you are.|Youīre lying to me.
All right.|līm lying to you.
l canīt help you.
l donīt wanna help you. Youīre an idiot.|Youīre a nut. Youīre a jerk.
You understand English,|or do l need to speak in Dutch ?
Zeus !|| Dutch |
| Yelling, Shouting |
- You all right ?|- Yeah.
| Byers ||Heīs going upstairs ! Letīs go !
Come on, Dooley !|You can make it !
Only two more flights,|Dooley !
- | Jerry Lee Barking ||- | Devon | Come on, old man !
| Groans |
| Jerry Lee Barking |
l need E.M.S. vehicles and a SWAT team|on the roof. Right away !
Youīre pathetic, Dooley !
What Tracy saw in you,|līll never know.
- | Groaning ||- You didnīt deserve her !
Aah !
She said my character|was strong.
She said l had potential !
Come on, Dooley !
Come on, old man !
| Panting, Groaning |
She wrote me a letter, Dooley !|She ever write you a letter ?
You moron !
That letter she wrote you|was a rejection letter !
Rejection ?
- Aah !|- How do you like the ending|to my book, Dooley ?
- Do it !|- līll do it when līm ready.
Do it !
Go ahead !|Do it !
Shut up !
līm in control here, Dooley.
This is my story,|not yours !
Where do you want it ?
īCause līm deciding where you|should get the next bullet.
You got any preferences ?
ls this real enough for you,|Dooley ?
- You did it ! What took you so long ?|- | Whimpering |
- | lndistinct Shouting ||- l knew you could do it, buddy.
Welles, cuff him.
| Jerry Lee Barking |
Wait !|You canīt have dogs in here.
Theyīre police officers,|maīam.
Theyīre dogs !|Get them out of here.
The California State Health Code,|section 4578, says absolutely...
under no circumstances are dogs|allowed in the hospital.
| Woman On P.A.,|lndistinct |
| Whimpers |
| Barks Softly |
| Muttering |
What ? Come on.|Jerry Lee.
Come on. Donīt slime me.|Your breath is so bad.
What have you been eating ?|| Chuckling |
Okay. līm okay.
Donīt do that !|| Groans |
Welles, l wanna thank you|for picking me up.
Are you actually showing me|some gratitude, Dooley ?
- Well, yeah, līm trying.|- Good boy.
- l am not a dog.|- Yes, you are.
- Dogs get treats.|- Treats ?
Dinner. What do you want ?|Chinese or ltalian ?
Oh, you pick.|Your choice.
- Oh, youīre actually|giving me a choice ?|- Yes, your choice.
- Well, then l pick Chinese.|- Chinese is fine.
No, thatīs what you wanted me to say.|Weīre going for ltalian.
- Well, ltalian is fine.|- You actually want ltalian ?
- Yes.|- Then we are going for Chinese.
- Chinese is fine. l donīt care.|- Yeah, sure you donīt.
Works every time,|Jerry Lee.
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