Firehouse Dog Page #6

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[cheering, whooping]

[jazz playing]

Go, Shane!

Now, Shane is 12 years old.

Dewey is an undetermined age,

just like me.

[laughter]

Anyhow, have fun.

SHANE:
Thanks, Mr. Sellars.

Hey, everybody.

So, before I get to

the more radical stunts,

let's start with something simple.

I need a volunteer, first of all.

How about you, Mr. Sellars?

Do you have a, uh, a watch

or a wallet or something

you carry on you?

[chuckling]

I'm gonna get this back, right?

We hope.

[audience laughing]

All right.

[sniffing]

See, all right?

All right, no peeking.

[whines]

[audience moans

sympathetically]

So, the next step is

to hide the watch.

Dad.

[audience murmuring]

Hide it good, now, Captain.

SHANE:

Being a firehouse mascot isn't all just for show.

It's a real job

that requires real skills.

Search and rescue

requires something more.

All right, Dewey... find it.

Go ahead.

Dewey's sense of smell

is 10,000 times more powerful

than a human's.

That, combined with the ability

for him to think on his paws,

makes him an invaluable

search and rescue dog.

He can remember a scent

for weeks, even months,

and recognize it

from a great distance.

[sniffing]

[whines]

It really is you.

[barking]

Oh, I missed you, too.

I missed you so much.

I don't know how,

and I don't care,

but you found my dog.

[murmuring]

TREY:

I was so bumming,

and then I saw his

picture in the paper,

and dudes, I couldn't believe it.

This dog is not an actor.

Oh, yeah, you must

have seen him

in The Fast and the Furriest.

Dudes, come on,

that's a Rexxx classic.

His name's not

even Rexxx; it's Dewey.

It says so on his tag.

No, see, that was the prop tag

he was wearing when he got lost.

Our dog is not a movie star,

he's not a celebrity.

He's a... he's a mutt.

I mean, we-we practically

found him on the street.

Yeah, well, see...

he looks different in

these production stills

because his trademark

hairdo is, uh...

it's a hairpiece.

That's my boy.

I mean, come on, you must've

noticed how special he was.

Uh, look, Mr. Falcon,

I mean, I can appreciate

what you must have gone

through, but this, uh...

this dog means a lot

to our engine company,

a lot to the city...

and particularly to my son.

Now, if there's any way

that we can compensate you, uh...

If you're asking me

to put a price on family...

I can't.

It's time for Rexxx to come home.

You can't take him away.

[sighs] Well, Shane...

Dad, do something.

Shane...

it's his dog.

I know this doesn't

mean much to you

right now, but... thanks

for taking care of him.

Well, you got it wrong.

He was the one taking care of us.

[whines]

Get out of here, then.

Just go.

[whines]

Take him.

I'm sorry.

He was a pain in the butt, anyway.

[whines]

Well, I was going to say

something wise and fatherly,

but the truth is, this just sucks.

Cap, we got an EMS call.

[sighs]

- [horns honking]

- JOE:
Fire Department!

MAN:
Hey!

- Come on, let's go.

- Wait!

PEP:
Hold up.

CONNOR:

All right, let's find you a ride home.

Brought my skateboard.

- Shane, I'll find you a ride home.

- Just leave me alone.

Well, I'll see you at home.

[sighs]

[indistinct conversation]

WOMAN:

Steve, let's clear off these centerpieces...

[dinnerware clattering]

[ticking]

[whooshing]

[ticking continues]

[ticking continues]

Thanks.

And, hey, I'm sorry about your dog.

Can I buy you another one?

Another dog?

Just think about it, okay?

[man speaking indistinctly]

SELLARS:
Do you have a problem?

I realize that, but

there's nothing I can do.

What is the holdup?

More activity in

that area right now

is sure to draw attention.

And I'm not just talking

about Connor Fahey.

I have finally put

a city council in place

that will approve a sports complex.

I want that final property in ashes.

Do it tonight.

Tonight?! How am I gonna do that?

[chuckles] You're a fireman.

Figure it out.

Light a match!

[door opens]

[mutters]:
Son of a...

God!

- SELLARS:
No!

- [Shane gasps]

Don't you tell me I'm impatient.

I have waited long enough.

No more excuses.

Call me when it's done.

[gasps]

Dad was right.

Ah, welcome to the Neu Hotel.

Please, come, come, come.

And if you need anything,

please do not hesitate to... ask.

Trash.

[Rexxx barking]

TREY:

Hey, Rexxx, it's good

to have you back, buddy.

Dude, what were they

feeding you, kibble?

[Liz giggling]

This is so unreal, Trey.

Oh, I'm telling you...

Deep down in my gut, I knew

it was gonna take more than

some nosedive to stop Rexxx.

- Right, buddy?

- [growls]

Eat up; you need your energy.

So, what are you

guys gonna do first?

- Mmm...

- Huh? Tell me.

First, a press conference.

Yeah, I got the campaign

all figured out.

How about this?

Rexxx- the Resurrection.

What?

Okay, a little esoteric.

Yeah. What about...?

What about all those things

you said at the memorial? Huh?

The playing Frisbee, hiking,

treating him like a real dog?

Mm...!

Remember?

Listen, I know Rexxx, okay?

He doesn't want to be a real dog.

He wants to be a star.

He's dying to jump back

into action, right, boy?

[barks]

Uh-huh...

and speaking of that, I got

a little surprise for you.

[poodle yips]

Some old friends, you know.

[giggles]

[siren blares in distance]

[horn honking]

[panting, growling]

[siren wailing]

[panting]

[horn honks]

[barking]

[barks and whimpers]

Chill, dude.

It's just a couple of sirens.

Get your head in the game, man.

[horn honks]

I mean, come on, buddy,

the betties are waiting.

[whines]

[barking]

Rexxx!

[onlookers gasping]

- What was that?

- Where'd he come from?!

[horn honks]

[siren blares]

Hey, guys, look!

[tires screech]

You're not gonna believe this, Cap.

[chuckles]

- Hey, come on, boy.

- That's my Dewey!

Go, go, go!

You can jump! Go!

[cheering]

Hey, look who's back!

- All right!

- Yeah!

[firefighters

whooping, howling]

Actually, Joe, I do believe it.

[laughing]

[keys jangling]

MAN [on TV]:

I will not hesitate to kill you.

Hello?

Dad?

Anybody?

[dramatic music plays on TV]

[phone line ringing]

Come on.

Come on, pick up.

[recorded]:
This is Connor Fahey.

You're reached my cellphone.

Leave a message

and I'll get back to you.

[voice mail beeping]

"Engine 55."

"Harbor Fire"?

That's everything, Cap.

DISPATCHER:

...Pier 29, barge fire...

CONNOR:

Come on, Joe, you got to give me a little more.

I don't know what this junk is,

but it's getting hot fast.

I hear you, Cap, but no can do.

I'm maxing you out on

the one that I have.

Roger that.

Maintaining deluge.

[panicked shouting]

- All right?

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

- Everybody all right?

- Yeah, we're good, Cap. Yeah.

[dog barking]

[indistinct voices]

Guys?

Clear up, watch those pumps.

We're on it.

Good eye, Dewey.

[barks]

Looks like I owe you an apology.

For what?

Your mascot.

He isn't afraid of fire.

He isn't afraid of anything.

- NEWSCASTER:
At this moment,

- [phone rings]

there are no indications

that anything toxic...

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