K-9: P.I. Page #7

- Well, Cochran gave up Thyer.

Cochrars dead,

my house has been ransacked...

- You think Thyer's behind all this?

- I'm sure of it.

Is there anybody else

who can corroborate this hunch?

Maybe. Frankie the Fence.

- All right. Find Frankie. Bring him in.

- You can't do that.

He finds out, Thyer'll be gone.

We'll never be able to get him.

You're not a cop any more, Dooley.

Let it go.

You have to understand,

Jerry Lee and I have been working on

him.

We know what he's looking for. We can

find him, but we need Frankie to do it.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Leave Frankie the Fence alone.

Gimme 24 hours. You'll get your killer,

the feds'll get their thief

and I'll get my pension.

And you'll never see me again.

- 24 hours, that's all.

- Not one minute more, Dooley.

Yes, sir.

Ah, if it isn't the

former Detective Dooley.

- Well, hello, Frankie. How's the fagioli?

- Gives me indigestion, just like you.

You hurt my feelings.

So you're not gonna ask me to join you?

You wanna talk, you get a warrant.

Oh, I forgot, you can't.

You're not a cop any more.

Well, in that case, get lost.

OK. I'll go.

Sorry to bother you.

I know you're eating. Enjoy your meal.

- Wait, Dooley.

- What?

- Tell him to let go of me.

- You want me to join you?

Why, thank you very much, Frankie.

I don't mind if I do. The beans look good.

I understand you're moving

some hot property.

- I don't know what you're talking... Oh!

- (Jerry Lee growls)

- Business has been good.

- Well, I'm glad to hear that, Frankie.

- Because I'm looking for a vendor.

- You're a cop.

Not any more. They took my pension

away. This is for my personal growth.

No way. I got a strict policy...

- Ow!

- (Jerry Lee growls)

All right. In your case,

I'm willing to make an exception.

- Well, thank you, Frankie.

- What are you selling?

A microchip. You heard of it?

- Mm.

- Jerry Lee.

- You know what I'm talking about?

- Wouldnt be a prototype, would it?

Tell your buyer to bring the other three,

see if they match.

- What's your price?

- Two million.

- Hah! No... That... that's reasonable.

- (Jerry Lee growls)

Well, I want him there in person

with the money.

Midnight tonight at the foundry? All right?

Good.

- Come on, Jerry.

- Uh... No dog.

- No dog, no deal.

- Aw...

My client's coming alone.

So can you. Come on! Fair's fair.

All right, the dog will stay in the car. But

I want him there, in person, with the cash.

- All right.

- Keep the bread. I'm on that protein thing.

- Right.

- Come on, Jerry.

Hi. You've reached Kevin and Laura.

Please leave us a message.

Laura, I've been trying to reach you.

Please call me as soon as you get this.

OK, buddy. Here we are.

OK. Gimme that little... chip.

OK. Here's the deal.

Here's the phone. Phone there.

Pen. It's right here.

You hear anything, anything at all,

you call Petey with the pen.

Bang! That's it.

Bang! Good. OK.

OK, buddy, I'll be back.

Use the phone to call Petey

if you need to.

That's far enough.

Well, if it isn't Charles Thyer.

- Or should I say Kevin Wingate?

- Does it matter?

To some people. The IRS? Your fiancee?

- Blockbuster Video?

- Detective... put down your gun.

- You got the money?

- No.

- Give it to me.

- No.

The next one won't miss.

- Take it easy, Chucky.

- Hey!

- Do not call me Chucky.

- I can understand that.

You must have gotten trouble as a kid.

You know, the little doll with the knife?

Chucky, Chucky, Chucky!

- Easy.

- Back up. Back up.

OK.

Do you know

what you put me through?

I didn't do it on purpose.

I didn't know Jerry Lee swallowed it.

You don't wanna

blow that thing off, Charles.

I mean, another bang!

And you don't know who's gonna hear

that.

You just keep popping

those things out - bang! Bang! Bang!

You need to shut up. Right now.

(whines)

You got the chip.

What else do you want?

From you? Absolutely nothing.

(gunshot)

He was gonna kill you.

- I had to stop him.

- Yeah.

Thank you.

You said you'd find him, and you did.

Uh-uh!

Laura...

You are good!

Really good.

You know, I always wondered how

Thyer knew his way around that lab.

And when I finally figured out that Charles

Thyer and Kevin Wingate, your fianc,

were the same guy, all I had to do was

take one look at your business card.

And bang! I had my answer.

Insurance adjuster.

Fire, blueprints... Bingo.

You were in on it with him, huh?

What... what happened? Why did you lose

interest? What went wrong? What?

You decided to split up

after he lost the chip?

He always told me partners

only get one mistake. That was his.

- Oh.

- You're pretty smart, Dooley.

I guess that's your mistake.

You set me up. You put me onto Wingate

to find Thyer for you.

I hired you to find my fianc.

You did your job.

Thanks. Can I use you as a reference?

(phone rings)

- LAPD, Detectives. Hello?

- (barking)

Must be a prank. Some dog on the phone.

A dog? Dooley trained Jerry Lee to dial

me on the cellphone if he got into trouble.

Give me the chip, Dooley.

You want it? Go get it.

You had to be a boy scout.

Get my gun.

Attaboy. Good boy!

Come on! Where were you? Damn it!

Laura? Laura, come on!

Jesus! Jerry!

Laura, you don't have to do this!

Jerry Lee!

Easy! Easy!

Watch it. Watch it.

Jerry... you go that way.

Go on.

Good boy.

Come on, Laura.

You don't have to do this.

You can turn yourself in

and we'll work on a deal.

A deal! No deal.

It's all over, Dooley.

(gun clicks)

Sh*t!

Why do I always pick the psychos?

Where are you going?

The police are coming.

You're trapped, you got nowhere to hide.

Please, be reasonable here.

- Screw you, Dooley.

- Nice mouth.

Hold on! Gimme... Here!

Hold on. Hold on. That's it. I got you.

Easy. Easy. Hold on!

I got you. Hang on.

Oh, Jesus.

Jerry Lee! Jerry Lee!

- Hold it!

- Don't you dare let go!

Jerry Lee!

Jerry?

Come on!

Hang on.

Grab my pants!

That's it. My foot. Attaboy!

That's it. Pull!

That's it, boy. A little more!

That's it. Pull, Jerry Lee!

That's it.

Come on!

Dooley!

- Come on.

- Dooley!

- Here!

- (Jerry Lee barks)

I'm all right. Don't worry about it.

- Who the hell is she?

- This is Charles Thyer's partner.

- Arrest her.

- Guess I just picked the wrong guy.

- That was your mistake, huh?

- No.

My mistake was going soft on you.

It happens.

Good work, Dooley.

Your pensions in my office.

- Congratulations.

- Thank you, sir.

So, Dooley. You're retired?

Yeah.

- Hell, that dog did it again.

- Hey.

Jerry Lee... did you hear that?

The pension cheque is waiting.

We got our money. We're retired.

We're going on a trip, buddy! A big trip!

Gimme five! Gimme five, yeah!

And where were you?

Chasing squirrels while I almost died?

Leave me hanging over here?

It wasn't challenging enough for ya?

You have to wait till I'm actually almost

dead before you come and save the day?

You need more discipline as a dog.

And you know what I need?

I need a pizza. I am so hungry.

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