K-9 Page #7

selling some weed down on the beach.

It was hot that day.

That bathroom smelled like...

well, a lot like you do, you know?

so I'm scopin' out the sand, and bam!

I come across this goddess.

Forget the kids. I'm not watchin'

the kids any more, I'm watchin' her.

she's reading, right?

she stops, she puts the book down,

she reaches into her pocket

and pulls out a chapstick.

And she puts it to her lips.

All right, I'm goin' nuts.

I know it's just a chapstick, but it's the

most erotic thing I've ever seen in my life.

All of a sudden I feeI reaI uncomfortable,

like I'm invading her privacy.

I'm feelin' sleazy, which is really weird

because I usually like that feeling.

so anyway, I get up. I walk toward her,

you know, I go out of the john.

I'm sweatin' like a whore in church.

I got toilet paper draggin' around my feet.

I look like I should be in a straitjacket.

I walk up, look down at her, she looks up.

she pulls these glasses down.

she says to me "I'm reading Journey

to the End of the Night, by Celine. "

"The originaI French version. "

"Have you read it?"

Have I read it, she asks, right?

I mean, she just naturally assumes

I'm, like, this regular person.

Not some schmo cop. Have I read it?

Well, of course I didn't read it,

but, I mean, you know.

she just, like, looked at me, you know.

God, I loved her for that, you know.

What's the matter?

Hello.

Halstead. Damn.

Left the party too early, buddy.

Oh, bingo. Red Mercedes.

Here we are. We're on, buddy.

Halstead! Pull over to the side of the road!

Come on, Halstead, call it a night!

Arghhh!

I'll be damned.

- I shoulda killed him.

- You shoulda ducked.

I could've taken him out right there.

Then he'd be done. End of story.

Dooley is yours.

The girI is yours. A gift from me.

Make it as messy and painfuI as you

want, but later. Right now I need you here.

Concentrate. Focus on

the business at hand.

- Halstead is late.

- What's a few minutes?

Halstead is never late.

sculley, pour me a brandy, will ya?

I'll get it.

How you doin', sweet pants?

I can't wait to bump into your boyfriend.

Hell, I might even pay his baiI.

see, I got a present for him.

A Colombian necktie.

Know what that is?

First you slit his throat, then you reach in,

grab his tongue, rip it out,

and you just leave it

hangin' like a necktie.

And you and me gonna party, babe.

Why not?

Come here.

Come here.

Oh, God.

You b*tch!

Well, it's about time.

Later.

- You're late!

- Yeah, traffic's a b*tch.

Hey, bad idea.

- I press this and the cocaine goes boom.

- Easy.

I got 20 pounds

of explosives in this truck.

This little baby here sends a signaI,

we got liftoff.

It snows in san Diego.

Look, Lyman, I got somethin' you want,

you got somethin' I want.

I don't care about you or your drugs

any more. I want the girI and I want out.

sculley! Bring the girI.

It's gonna be all right, honey.

It's gonna be all right, baby.

We'll be outta here.

You know what?

I think you're connin' me.

I think I should have Dillon here

just cut you in half.

Go ahead.

Go ahead!

Here comes your helicopter.

Here comes your 50 million.

Boy, I'd sure hate to waste that

on a dumb cop and his girlfriend.

What's it gonna be, Lyman?

Cut her loose.

You're a dead man, Dooley.

I'll find ya. And when I do,

I'm gonna kill ya.

Walk.

Jerry, get off him!

Get off!

Jerry, off!

- Jesus!

- We gotta get him outta here.

Cover him, cover him.

- Come on.

- It's all right, buddy.

It's all right, buddy.

It's OK, buddy. Hang in there.

Gunshot wound. Can you show me

which way to Emergency?

- sir, that is a dog.

- Yes, it's a dog and he's been shot.

- This is a hospitaI.

- I'm a police officer, lady.

- You can't bring that dog in here.

- He's bleeding to death.

- We don't treat animals.

- I don't have time to argue.

Can you just show me

where the doctors are?

- If you don't leave right now...

- I'm not leaving, lady. I'm not leaving.

- There isn't anyone here...

- I just want one of your doctors.

None of them can help you. sit back

in the reception room and we'll try and...

Excuse me. Excuse me, sir.

Are you a doctor?

- What the hell is this?

- He says he's a police officer.

I told him he couldn't

bring the dog in here.

I have an emergency here.

I need your help.

- What's your problem?

- It's him. He's been shot in the chest.

- You need to work on him now.

- There are health regulations.

I don't care about that. I can't take him

anywhere else. He's not gonna make it.

Look, either you help him now

or he's gonna die.

Don't get so excited. It's just a dog.

He's not "just" a dog.

He's a cop. And he's not just

any cop. He's my partner.

Do you know about medicine?

Do you know how to remove a bullet?

I can remove the bullet.

I need some help in here!

Let's move this dog now.

Let's go. Come on.

He's gonna be fine.

He's gonna be all right. He's tough.

Did I tell you what he did in the bar?

He saved my ass in the bar, Jerry Lee.

I mean, that's his job. His job is

to take a bullet. That's what K-9s are for.

To take the bullet to save people.

That's exactly what he did.

He went between me and Lyman.

He took the bullet. That's what they're for.

He's a goddamn dog, that's all.

And that's what he did. He went

between me and Lyman. He took the hit.

He's just... just bleedin'. He bled a lot.

You know, I've been after Lyman

for two years.

Two years. And it wasn't worth it.

It just wasn't worth it.

You could have gotten killed.

You too, but we didn't.

You're a good cop, Dooley.

Yeah, yeah, right. shoot.

I can't take this any more.

Jerry Lee?

Jerry?

Jerry Lee, can you hear me?

I wish you could hear me, because there's

a couple of things I wanted to tell you.

You know, like, uh...

Like I know our relationship

was a little rocky. OK?

And I know we didn't exactly

click as partners.

And the way it looks now,

it doesn't look like we ever will.

I never had a dog before. I didn't know

what you were supposed to do.

I should have got a book and read

about it, is what I should have done.

But I do know now that I shouldn't

have yelled at you. I yelled at you a lot.

Even though you took the mirror

off my Mustang, you know.

'65 classic Mustang,

which I love. I love that car.

But it's OK. It's OK, because I know

I shouldn't have yelled at you.

You know, and... and I know

it wasn't all your fault.

I mean, it could have been

partially my fault and...

OK, it was probably more my fault

than yours, and I feeI bad about that.

And I'm sorry.

You know, I mean, I locked you up

in closets all night and yelled at you.

I put you through a car wash.

What else? I kicked you outta bed while

I was trying to make love with Tracy.

That was very insensitive of me.

I know that now.

And we should have went to Vegas,

is what we should have done.

If you were around right now,

that's what we'd do - we'd go to Vegas.

For the weekend, you know.

We'd pick up a couple of broads.

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