K-911 Page #5

in the park.

They don't take care.

They breed dogs in the park.

That's 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 g o.

Tell the mutt g et off.

- Clog ! Heineken ! Heineken !

Oppenheimer. Dutch Schultz !

- [ Sighing )

- Come on, let g o. Let g o !

- Z eus !

[ Speaking Dutch )

- [ Moaning )

- Moron.

[ Dutch )

[ Groaning )

My shirt.

He wrecked my shirt.

[ Welles Cursing In Dutch ]

Jerry Lee !

[ Groans )

Sh*t !

Where have you been ?

What, did you take her out

to dinner too ?

Come on,

I g ot your hot dog.

[ Scoffs )

You g et lucky,

I g et sh*t.

Come on.

What took you so long ?

[ Dooley ]

Hey, Welles, give me a--

I thought he was g onna shoot ya.

[ Welles ]

What ? A kid with a toy gun

was g onna shoot me ?

[ Welles C ontinues,

Indistinct ]

Checkmate.

[ Welles )

Why are we parking

all the way out here ?

I don't want anybody

bangin' my doors.

Banging your doors ?

Your doors are all shot up.

Don't be so negative.

Oh, Z eus.

[ Dutch )

- Come on.

- Hey, Jerry Lee. Come here.

[ Sniffing )

What is that smell ?

Smell ?

U gh !

[ Yelling, Chattering )

M ikey.

What's up, man ?

Ex cuse me.

[ Knocking ]

Hello !

You know where

Fat Tommy is ?

Never heard of him.

Fat. Tommy.

Big guy.

Never heard of him !

He's big.

He's g ot a big belly.

Is he at brunch now ?

Don't know who

you're talking about.

Buffet ? Lunch ? Dinner ?

Nope.

Come on, you must have seen

him walkin' 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.

N ice haircut.

[ Jerry Lee Whining ]

What ?

I can do that.

Keep your elbows up.

Little higher.

That's it, that's it.

Yeah.

[ Jerry Lee Whining ]

Gonna g et some tape.

Gotta wrap the tape.

[ I nhales Sharply )

All right, everybody.

Listen up !

Yo ! Listen up !

Yo ! I'm talkin'

to you, Rocky !

I'm lookin'

for the Fat Man.

Oh, I didn't know this was

''I'm not talkin' to the cop''

day. I understand.

Hel-lo !

That's quite a command

you have there, Dooley.

Well, smarty-pants,

I thought maybe I'd

let you and the psycho dog,

you know, do a little work.

I think we will.

Z eus !

- [ Shouts I n Dutch )

- [ Fi ght Bell Ringing ]

[ Z eus Growling ]

[ Panicky Shouting )

[ Man Shouting ]

C ome on, lady.

Call your do g off!

You know,

your dog has some

real control issues.

Think you should

work with him at it.

You know.

[ Z eus Growling ]

[ Dutch )

[ Man ]

Whose mutt is this ?

Okay. Now watch

some real police work.

[ Man ]

Get this do g outta here !

What the hell

are you idiots

doin' up there ?

Hey, Fat Tommy,

how ya doin' ?

Keep that dog

away from me !

Wow ! Look at you !

You've lost a lot of weight.

You're lookin' g ood,

Fat Tommy !

- What, did you have

your stomach stapled ?

- Keep that dog away from me.

I'll sue you

this time, I will.

You might have to,

unless you tell me who's

sellin' the M-1 6 retrofit.

I don't know what

you're talkin' about.

I'm a legitimate businessman.

Say hello to Jackie Hammer.

Maybe you heard of him.

They call him

''Fists of Steel. ''

He's the super middlewei ght

kickboxing champion.

He's the ultimate

fightin' champ.

I don't g et that

pay-per-view, you know ?

I'm sure he's very g ood.

I'm very impressed.

You impressed, Jerry Lee ?

Show him, Jackie.

[ Shouting, Yelling )

[ Fat Tommy ]

Jackie, stay away from that do g.

Hey, Fat Tommy,

what are you worried about ?

He's a g ood doggie.

Ooh !

Good thing your boy's

g ot a cup on, huh ?

- Otherwise, he'd be known

as Little Jackie Hammer.

- [ Whimpering )

I bet you g ot 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 I n A H igh Voice )

Tell him. Please.

- Phil Cag e.

- Phil Cag e ? As in,

'' Phil's Salvag e Yard'' ?

- Yeah.

-Jerry Lee.

You can let g o now.

Jerry!

[ Whimpering )

By the way, you look g ood.

You've lost a lot of weight.

Keep it up.

Thanks, Dooley.

I'm in the zone.

Yeah, it's

workin' for you.

[ Fat Tommy ]

I told you guys never

to g et caught in the corner.

What was all that

Kung Fu crap about ?

It wasn't Kung Fu.

It was Krav Maga.

God, Dooley,

g et out of the '7 0s.

Z eus and I trained

for two months at

the Israeli Defense Force.

Oh, yeah ?

What did they feed him ?

'' Kibbutz 'n' Bits'' ?

Ah, '' Kibbutz 'n' Bits.''

Did you like that ?

Come on, now, I know

you thought that was funny.

You're laughing inside.

You shouldn't

hold it in like that.

It's not g ood for your health.

[ Boxers Chattering ]

[ Coins Clattering,

Phone Dinging )

Phil's Salvag e.

This is Phil speaking.

Dooley and the police

are raiding your place

in ten minutes.

Who is this ?

- [ Hangs U p Receiver )

- [ Dial Tone )

Get the boys, g et the money,

g et the guns.

We g otta

g et the hell out of here.

[ Welles Whistles )

This is the perfect place

for your car.

Shall I call and have

a black-and-white pick us up ?

[ Chuckles )

Very funny. Cute.

Almost quaint.

[ Engine Rattles, Stops )

I'm g onna g o

and talk to Phil.

I want you

to stay in the car.

What ?

Stay !

I'm not a dog.

Well, that's obvious.

Dogs listen.

[ Guffaws )

This time,

we're g oing in the front.

Fine ! It's your choice !

Oh, you're actually

giving me a choice ?

Yeah. Front, back ?

We'll take the front.

Fine.

No, no, no, no, no.

I see what you're doing here.

What do you want ?

I want the front.

Then we'll take the front.

Fine.

I'll take the back.

What happened to ''Jerry Lee

and I don't do back doors'' ?

I'm trying to compromise, dear.

You want the back ?

Yes.

Then we'll take the back.

Fine.

I'll take the front.

No way ! That's what you

wanted me to say, and that's

what you wanted me to take.

We'll take the front.

Fine !

Take the front !

I don't care !

Sure you don't.

We'll take the back.

Z eus !

[ Whispering )

Bad dog. Bad dog.

Works every time.

Come on.

[ Chuckles )

All right.

Keep your eyes open, Jer.

[ Man ]

That you, Dooley ?

Yeah, it's me, Phil.

Hey, Phil.

What's g oin'on here ?

I thought you went legit.

Oh, I could bullshit you,

Dooley, but the truth is,

it's easy money.

[ Z eus Growling ]

Come on !

- Those new guns, Phil ?

- How do you like 'em ?

Well, from this point of view,

they're quite impressive.

You know, Phil,

this is your third strike.

- They're g onna

throw away the key.

- Why do you think I'm shootin' ?

- It's nothin' personal.

- That's nice to hear.

- That's very caring,

loving and supportive.

- I had a g ood mother.

Z eus, stay !

[ Growls ]

Oh, boy.

Dance ! Dance !

[ Screaming )

Dance !

[ Screaming )

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