K-9: P.I. Page #4

Hm. It's worth something, then, huh?

You'd be stoked

if you had the whole string.

This is what we call an alpha.

It's like the big kahuna of microchips.

It contains command data that allows

the slave chips to function properly.

From these design patterns,

there's three more chips that go with it.

With all four,

there's no telling what you could do.

OK. Pretend I got 'em.

- What then?

- Put the technology on the market,

start a whole new generation

of computers.

And the bottom would

fall out of a billion-dollar industry.

- Bingo.

- Yeah.

Tom, you're not on the job any more.

What's the matter with a couple

of guys just shooting the bull?

Timmons, I need

to get clear on this FBI thing.

What do you wanna know, Dooley?

Thank you, Carlos. OK. I need some

information on that heist at Al Microlabs.

For some reason I keep thinking

that I've heard of that place before.

Isn't that the same place

that had that fire last year?

- Fire?

- Yeah.

A while back. Arson thought it was set.

Insurance companies didn't wanna settle.

Everyone working the case

had to sign a statement.

It turned into this big litigation deal.

We had to sign a statement.

- Was there a suspect?

- Dooley! What are you doing here?

Captain Thomas!

I just brought some doughnuts.

- Would you like some?

- No, I don't want a doughnut.

- And this area is for detectives only.

- Yes, sir.

- Come on, Captain. He's still one of us.

- Shut up, Timmons!

And you. You listen to me.

You are under investigation.

Not me, not the department. You!

Which is why I don't wanna see you

or Jerry Lee anywhere near this place

until your name is cleared.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

No? OK. Come on, Jerry Lee.

- We're not welcome here any more.

- What the hell is it with you two?

Don't you understand basic police

procedure? The man is retired!

He is under investigation!

He is not allowed in this area!

Question. Whens the last time

you walked a beat?

Keep this up, you'll be

renewing old acquaintances.

- Stay low. Stay low.

- Next time you question my authority,

you're gonna be taking a little vacation

of your own, you hear me?

- Cuesta, wipe that smirk off your face.

- OK. Jerry Lee, you sit here.

Parking violations! And I'm sick of you

eating your lunches in the squad room.

What is that, anyway?

Smells like onion enchilada!

When I come back, I wanna see

you guys doing some real work!

Come on. Come on.

Hey, Jerry Lee!

What are you doing here?

Good boy.

Oh, yeah, thanks for the warning.

OK. Come on, let's go. Easy. Easy.

- Oh.

- Dooley. Why are you still here?

- I had to pee.

- Why am I still talking to you?

- Go pee somewhere else! Get outta here!

- Yes, sir.

What the dog sees in him I'll never know.

(distant dance music)

Hello.

- Hi.

- Creep.

This is it, here. There's the stairs.

All right.

I trade in my faith

For staying out so late

I wake up, I wake up

I got so ugly, uh

No matter what I do

It's always all right by you

May stand in

after you tell me I'm looking bad

- Why do you love me?

- Ah, ah, ah

- Ah, ah, ah

- Can't understand it

(girl) Hey!

Woke up so ugly

Why do you love me?

You guys know Billy Cochran?

- Billy Cochran?

- No.

You think it sounds great

I think that I look ashamed,

you love me the way I am

I think that I would be

I look stupid

Excuse me.

Do you know where Billy Cochran is?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you. No, never mind.

No, can't understand it, girl

- Jerry Lee!

- Hey, baby.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- Come on, Daddy!

- No, I'm not your daddy. I'm not...

Jerry Lee!

Do you know a Billy Cochran?

Billy Cochran?

- Who?

- Billy Cochran.

Yeah!

This is his gig.

OK. Billy Cochran.

Do you know where Billy Cochran is?

- Yeah.

- Where? Where can I find him?

- Right over there.

- There?

- Whoo!

- Oh! Ha, ha, ha!

Yeah, baby! I gotta go.

Gotta go. Uh... I'm gonna be right back.

- OK.

- If you see a dog, point him this way.

Jerry Lee!

What...? Jerry Lee.

What? What? What are you... What?

Get in here with me. What are you doing

with that on your head?

Come here. Let me get that. Come on.

What is this? Are you a party animal now?

Can't take you anywhere - Mr Popular!

All right, come on.

We got work to do. Let's go.

Hey.

Are you Billy Cochran?

- Cop!

- Sh*t!

OK. Go get 'em.

Hey! Hey, slow down!

- I'm not a cop!

- Yeah? What do ya want?

I just have some questions.

Some other time, perhaps!

Go to the party!

Party? I can't party.

Good boy. Good boy. Good boy. OK.

You want the drugs? Here.

I'm losing my patience!

- I'm losing my breath.

- This way!

All right, this is your last warning.

Yeah. Whatever, Grandpa.

Now I'm pissed.

Aagh!

Hell of a shot.

- I... I... I got keys.

- (Jerry Lee growls)

Um... Cigarettes, and...

- Parking ticket. That's all I got.

- (gunshot)

That's all I got.

Get this dog away from me!

Aagh!

- Thirsty?

- Yes!

Aah! Hey, hey!

Hey, what, are you crazy, man?

OK, I'll talk, all right? I'll talk. Whatever

you want. Just be cool. Don't drop me!

Why were you a suspect

in the Al Microlabs fire?

It was a setup, all right?

They knew I had a record.

Oh, like thousands of guys

like to play with fire!

- I was approached by a guy.

- A guy. What guy?

I don't know what kinda guy!

OK? A good-looking guy!

- Uh, he wore fancy clothes.

- Pretty guy!

- Frankie the Fence made the connect.

- You know him?

What do you want?

Frankie or the guy?

- The guy, wise guy! The guy!

- OK!

- OK!

- The name!

I don't know! It was, like, a year ago.

You buying that, Jerry Lee?

- You buy these? Bad fashion statement.

- Don't...

- Oh! I lost my grip! I lost my grip!

- Oh, my God. Oh, God!

- Give me the name!

- OK!

I think it was Shyer. Oh, I mean, Thyer.

OK? I can't remember.

- First name?

- Charles Thyer! That's it.

- Talk to him lately?

- No. He got somebody else to do the job.

- Are you lying to me?

- I swear I'm not.

All right.

- Did I hurt ya? Huh?

- No.

Are you sure? You got a nipple ring?

- No.

- Oh, good.

Where are you going?

You can't just leave me here.

That's for calling me Grandpa.

Look at that. Search results.

No match. No Charles Thyer.

I don't get it.

I don't think Cochran would lie to us.

I mean, that kid was scared to death.

Half of it's mine. Half.

Which one do you want? This one?

Attaboy!

Well, I gotta tell ya,

whoever we're looking for,

he's gonna come for this.

So we'd better hide it in a good place.

How about the little locket?

The one the girls gave you. Come on.

Hard to believe a little thing like this

can crush a billion-dollar industry, huh?

Now it's safe.

You don't want nobody near it.

No.

No.

No! OK, I get the point!

Charles Thyer

doesn't exist on this planet!

All right. Calm down. Cool it.

Cool it. Retired people

don't get crotchety like this.

We're just gonna

move onto something else.

Kevin Wingate file. OK.

Can you accept that?

Stupid machine.

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