K-911 Page #7

[ Gunshot ]

[ Jerry Lee Howling ]

Forty-four bottles

of beer on the wall

That's it.

Forty-four bottles of beer

[ Howling C ontinues ]

You're a g ood sing er.

Take one down

pass it around

Forty-three bottles

of beer on the wall

[ Howling Intensifies ]

Okay, we're done singing now.

All ri ght ? You happy ?

Stop it ! Stop ! C ome on.

The bad guy's g onna hear us.

Yeah, see ? Look.

I could stuff you

and put you on the wall.

See ?

Like a moose head.

You know, you're

the best dog I ever had.

You're the only dog I ever had,

but you're still

the number one guy.

You know, this is hard

for me to say, but--

[ Whimpers )

[ Sniffing )

Get away from me.

Is 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 C ontinues ]

There's something alien in you !

Whew ! Whew !

Whew ! Whew !

You're off that

lamb and rice diet !

Oh, God!

[ C oughing ]

Dooley !

Oh !

[ Whimpering )

Oh ! Oh !

What is that smell ?

What ? What smell ?

Oh, don't tell me you don't have

a sense of smell.

My God !

My eyes are watering.

It was Jerry Lee !

Stop blaming the dog.

Honest to God,

it was Jerry Lee.

That is so sad, man.

You need to g o to a doctor.

No !

I swear!

It was Jerry Lee !

[ Whimpers Softly )

All right, I g ot the warrant.

Shoot off the lock.

I advise you to wait,

however, considering

the gas in this room.

You're g onna blow us up.

[ Gunshot ]

Seek.

Oh, yeah,

he's a gun nut, all right.

[ Welles ]

Looks like he's

some kind of writer.

Everything's written

under a different name.

He's g ot pictures of

his girlfriend or his wife

hanging up.

What ?

It's not his wife.

It's mine.

[ Jerry Lee Whimpering ]

[ Welles ]

They're picking up

the manuscripts later.

So, what do you think ?

I mean, they're all cop stories.

Every one of'em.

Tracy was an editor.

That rejection letter

she wrote was really nice.

Tracy was nice in every way.

That's why you disappeared

that night that we, um--

Kissed ?

Yes.

I'm sorry about that.

No, don't be sorry.

It was nothing to apologize for.

You just weren't ready.

Maybe.

Dooley, you really g otta

stop blaming yourself

for what happened.

No, I'm serious.

Listen, people die.

That is a fact of life.

You're a really g ood cop.

And so is Jerry Lee.

You g ot really great instincts.

You know ?

And they can't teach you that.

Trust me, I know.

- Thanks.

- You're welcome.

[ Barking )

Is he g onna bite me ?

Probably.

You know, that dog

is very co-dependent.

Can I take him

in the other room ?

You can try.

Z eus ?

Ham, cheese ?

[ Chuckles )

Look what I g ot.

Look what I g ot.

[ Growling )

Come on. Let's g o

in the other room.

That's g ood. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

That's my fing er.

No, that's my fing er.

That's my fing er.

You want a time-out ?

Want a time-out ?

Want a time-out ?

My fing er, my fing er.

Let g o, let g o, let g o.

Thank you.

Dooley !

I'm not g onna share.

Dooley, come here !

What ?

Come here.

What ?

This guy--

This guy is writing about you.

He's g ot everything.

He's g ot the bank shoot-out,

Harry Stipe, Fat Tommy.

Who wrote this ?

Um, I don't know.

A guy named Jeffery Barnes.

Probably a fake name.

Barnes.

No.

These all have

different pen names.

Who's the hero ?

Devon Lane.

Right ? Yeah.

Devon Lane.

Devon Lane.

Devon Lane.

Devon Lane.

I 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 strang e.

He kept staring at her

through the whole--

Wait.

I'm g onna have an APB

put out on him immediately.

- Good work.

- You too.

[ Man On TV, Indistinct ]

Hey.

H i.

[ Chuckles )

I'm kinda hungry.

You hungry ?

You wanna eat ?

Yeah.

Yes !

I am a g ood cook.

I am a great cook.

I'm g onna fix you something.

Okay.

You're g onna love it.

You're just g onna love it.

[ Glass Breaks ]

[ Growls )

I'll clean it up.

I'll clean it up.

[ Glass Breaking ]

[ Whimpers )

Damn !

I'm g onna g et tupperware.

[ Man On TV] The g overnment

bill to crack down

on laboratory experiments...

on animals is expected

to become law today.

[ Man #2 ]

...then you should try Smith

Kennel's Table Scrap Snacks.

They taste and look

just like the scraps

your do g begs for at the table.

Small, delectable pieces

of toast crust,

scrambled egg bits--

[ TVC ontinues, Indistinct ]

Your do g will beg for more.

Here are some happy users.

[ Man #3 ]

Yeah, I came home for dinner

late last ni ght,

and I saw the do g was just

chomping away--

[ Growling ]

[ Growling C ontinues ]

''Coldsky.''

'' Brrrsky.''

All right, all right.

I'm dropping it.

Hey.

Wanna g o for a walk ?

Go for a walk ?

[ Whispers )

Watch her.

Okay, don't move.

[ TVC ontinues, Indistinct ]

Okay, a date.

I wanna take her out

on a date.

Date.

'' Daten-wag en.''

'' Daten-varganaire.''

'' Daten-schwarnenegg er.''

Tulips.

Heineken, Amsterdam, clogs.

I g otta g et

a Dutch dictionary.

All right.

I mean, she, you know--

She came on-- What ?

You g otta g o ?

You g otta g o ?

[ Z eus Urinating ]

You know, I like this neighbor.

She's a really nice old lady.

You shouldn't--

Oh, my God.

All I g ot are twenties.

That's all I g ot is a twenty.

Oh, my God!

[ Man On TV]

Call this

toll-free number now...

to order this revolutionary

new do g snack risk-free.

If your do g

doesn't really love them,

just return the unused portion

for a full refund.

Smith Kennel's

Table Scrap Snacks--

the healthy alternative.

If your pet experiences

drowsiness, hair loss

or diarrhea--

[ TV Shuts Off )

[ Whispers )

Good night, Z eus.

[ Whimpers )

[ Sighs )

[ Cat Screeches ]

[ Barks )

Come on.

Go to sleep.

Go to sleep.

Z eus, come.

Good morning.

[ Jerry Lee Whimpers ]

Good morning.

Good morning.

''Guten-morning.''

[ Barks )

What do you think ?

Like it ?

Okay, bud,

it's you and me.

[ Growls Softly )

Don't blow it.

Breakfast, anyone ?

[ Whimpers )

Was it something we said ?

Did she leave ?

Well, it's you and me again,

Jerry Lee. Come on, outside.

[ Whimpers )

Come on, come on, come on.

Leave me the marshmallows.

[ Telephone Ringing ]

She's calling,

probably to apologize.

Come on.

[ Ringing C ontinues ]

Hello.

You know, you could've

stayed for breakfast.

[ Devon )

I heard you finally g ot around

to reading my masterpiece.

Poignant, huh ?

You wanna know the ending ?

If you g et to her first,

she lives.

If you don't, she dies.

How's that for real, Dooley ?

See you soon.

[ Dial Tone )

Sh*t.

Where's that number ?

[ Dialing ]

[ Ringing ]

[ Z eus Barking ]

Pick it up. Pick it up.

Come on. Answer it.

[ Ringing )

[ Barking C ontinues ]

Pick it up !

Damn it !

[ Groans )

[ Telephone Ringing )

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