Isle of Dogs Page #5

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"The Rendez-Vous."

(WHISTLING)

(WHISTLING)

(BOTH WHISTLING)

(DOOR OPENS)

(GASPS)

CHIEF:
Rex! King! Duke! Boss!

You made it!

What happened to you?

I took a bath.

What? He's got soap?

Just a little.

You're too fluffy.

We played fetch.

REX:
With a stick?

With a hunk

of rubber radiator-tubing.

And you brought it back

to him?

Yeah.

He's a good boy.

Don't you tell me that!

I'm the one

that tried to make you

be loyal to him,

in the first place.

Stop. Stop!

This is the rendezvous.

Where's that trash-tram

taking you?

You think we booked this ride

through a travel agent?

We were fighting for our lives

in a high-velocity

trash-processor

while you were getting

scrubbed and brushed.

- Jump!

- Where?

- Here!

- When?

- Now!

- Why?

What?

Let's take a vote.

All in favor of jump...

Who's that?

(SNIFFING)

I can't smell him.

(BEEPING)

(ALARM BLARING)

SPOTS:
(ON RADIO) Come in.

Master Atari...

Can you hear me?

Huh?

(DOG HOWLING)

(CHIEF SNIFFING)

That dog's real.

What's that thing

in your ear for?

Are you hard of hearing?

You can't be. Um...

Bodyguard-dogs have to have

20/30-Auditory

just to be certified.

No, the ear-piece

is how I receive

my commands and instructions

and so on.

Obviously, I'm privy to

certain sensitive information

due to my position

in the mayoral-household

at Brick Mansion.

Oh, so you mean

somebody could be talking

to you right now?

Well, the range is only about

75 feet or so, I guess, so...

Battery's probably dead,

anyway.

I got a question for you.

How much money

do you think the mayor makes?

(SCOFFS)

I can't tell you that.

That's highly confidential.

Um, anyway, I'm not

the mayor's accountant's dog.

That's Butterscotch,

and she got crushed

in a glass compactor

the day before yesterday.

No, my duties

are, uh, focused entirely

on the protection

of the mayor's ward, Atari.

I'm not supposed

to be his friend,

but I love him very much,

but that's a private matter.

Um, the only reason

I even said that

was because we're all probably

going to die out here

and I'll never see him again.

(SPOTS SNIFFLING)

That's a tough break.

Well, good luck to you

and watch out

for the cannibal-dogs.

- Hmm?

- SCRAP:
Hmm?

- What?

- What?

Watch out for the...?

The cannibal-dogs.

They are dogs that eat dogs.

Start over and repeat again.

You know what?

Don't even worry about that.

I just heard there might be

some wild, aboriginal,

cannibal-dogs

in the area, you know,

but I wouldn't worry

because you're

in an extra-security

lock cell.

Look at it that way.

You're probably safer

than I am.

Except from thirst

and starvation.

It's got an extra-security

lock on it.

You'll never get it open.

Are you going to eat me now?

What did you say?

Are you going to eat me now?

I heard

you were cannibal-dogs.

Be notified:
I'll be compelled

to defend myself

with all means at my disposal.

(LAUGHS)

Hmm.

Who told you that dirty lie?

We resorted to cannibalism

on one occasion,

many months ago,

as a desperate

survival instinct.

We ate one single dog.

His name was Fuzzball,

and he was the leader

of our pack,

and he was already in a coma

from starvation,

so we put him out of his...

his... (STAMMERS)

(HOWLING)

(DOGS HOWLING)

His misery and...

and...

consumed him.

(HOWLING)

(DOGS HOWLING)

We would have dropped dead

in a week or less

without that nourishment.

We were dying.

Do you judge us for that?

Shame on you!

We only brought you here

in the first place

to help you.

(HOWLING)

(DOGS HOWLING)

We've got a Master Pass-Key!

Open his cage.

PEPPERMINT:

Fuzzball was his best friend.

Oh, dear.

Uh, I think I offended him.

I'm truly sorry.

I had no idea.

What is this place?

How long have you been here?

I can see

you've been mistreated.

(SNIFFLES)

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Are you okay?

My name is Spots.

Spots Kobayashi.

How can I be of service

to you?

SPOTS:
Master Atari-san,

can you hear me?

Can you hear me, Master Atari?

(GASPS) Spots-u?

You're not safe here!

You shouldn't have

come for me!

I can't

protect you efficiently

under these conditions!

Spots-u!

Here I come.

Sic-'em!

(DOGS BARKING)

Follow me!

(ATARI SCREAMS)

REX:
All in favor of kicking

Chief out of the pack

and never speaking

to him again, say "Aye".

ALL:
Aye!

(SPLASH)

How did you do that?

Secret tooth! Military issue!

Technically, I could do it

37 more times,

but I wouldn't be able

to chew my meat!

I assume you're Spots!

We've been looking for you.

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

Master Atari-san,

I swore an oath when I assumed

the responsibilities

of official bodyguard-dog

to the mayoral-household!

I could never be persuaded

to break that vow

for any reason whatsoever!

I'll always be loyal to you

as my only

and unconditional master!

But circumstances

have radically changed for me

and all the pets

of Megasaki City!

I have new obligations

which I never anticipated!

I've become the leader

of a tribe of outcasts

who depend on me

for their survival,

and I'm going to be a father!

With deepest sadness

and humility:

I must ask you to relieve me

of the duties of my position,

effective immediately.

You son of a b*tch.

If we don't drown, I'm going

to strangle you myself.

I don't care

how many exploding teeth

you try to spit-out at me.

Do you have any idea

what that little pilot

just went through

to try to rescue you?

How dare you?

- You're a stray.

- Yeah, so what?

What's your name?

Who cares?

You're from central Megasaki.

I can tell by the accent.

You're a short-haired-Oceanic-

speckle-ear/sport-hound-mix.

You were born in a storm-sewer

on Bamboo-shoot Holiday

six years ago today.

Do you know me?

I... I don't... I don't know.

I'm your older brother

by five minutes.

It's been a long time, Chief.

Was... Was I the runt?

Not anymore.

NELSON:

Security-camera footage

confirms initial-reports

of the deaths of mayoral-ward

Atari Kobayashi

and his five dog-abductors

this afternoon

in a sluice channel

at the threshold

of the Far-Away Cuticles.

A statement from Major-Domo,

live at Brick Mansion:

(SPEAKING JAPANESE)

of a promising young orphan

has been cut short

before its prime.

This is a distant-uncle's

worst nightmare.

Mayor Kobayashi asks for your

prayers, your condolences

and your support

for the diligent men and women

of the Municipal Task Force

Dog-Catchers Division:

we salute you for your bravery

and your ongoing commitment

to the continuing punishment

of all bad-dogs.

Originally,

before the volcano erupted

and an earthquake

triggered the tsunami

which obliterated

the facility,

there were over 250

incarcerated animals

here on the premises

being experimented on

against their will.

If you look closely, you may

notice some of these dogs

still bear scars and markings

from the research and abuse.

Actually, it's pretty obvious.

This is my mate, Peppermint.

She's pregnant

with our first litter.

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