The Shaggy D.A. Page #7

I may look like him, but I am actually

Wilby Daniels. Is that clear?

Daniels? Sure. Gotcha.

OK, now I'm going to take this

from the top.

There's this Borgia ring, see.

A ring? Yeah, sure.

I gotcha, Elwood.

- Daniels.

- Okay.

Not many years ago,

when I was still a kid...

When you were still a kid.

So Slade got hold of the ring, see.

Now he's trying to win this race

by elimination.

My elimination, you understand?

- You got any questions?

- Questions.

A few crossed my mind.

Elwood... Mr. Daniels,

couldn't we go back

to selling ice cream?

Later. I have to get Slade and Roschak

before they get me.

Can you understand?

You're gonna help.

Right, me. Me?

Ahhh.

[Wilby] So far, so good.

Quit trying to steer.

- [Tim] I'll get off.

- You're not going anywhere.

- [Wilby] I need you as a witness.

- Let me sit on the seat for awhile.

Elwood, look,

get somebody else to help you.

I get up early. I need 8 hours sleep.

[Wilby] There is no one else,

and no time.

- Where are we going, anyway?

- Not us, pal. You.

You're gonna beard the lion in his den.

Me?

Wanna watch the ruts?

[Slade] "In canis corpore transmuto."

[Door bell]

- You Slade?

- Yes. Who are you?

Don't matter.

Listen, I got a message

for you from Fast Eddie.

He says, "You're off the gravy train."

No more gravy.

You got it?

No more gravy.

- [Wilby] Did he buy it?

- I don't know.

- What?

- I don't know.

If I got him pegged right, his next stop

is Roschak's warehouse.

- Good.

- We're gonna be there.

We are?

I think I'm gonna throw up.

You wanna put both hands on the wheel?

[Wilby] We can get in through

that window on the roof.

We can?

- I'll stay here and keep a lookout.

- Come on.

[Wilby] Come on.

- I'm allergic to height. I can't...

- Move it.

Here, Pop.

It's better if you don't look down.

Hey, you're right. It is.

- [Wilby] You all right?

- I'm all right.

[Wilby] You're almost there.

Keep coming.

Shh.

[Wilby] Follow me.

[Whistle]

- Oh, no. Isn't that your kid?

- Don't make any noise.

Brian, look out.

I told you to stay home.

Should've sent me to obedience school.

What're we doing up here?

[Wilby] This is Roschak's theft ring.

We gotta prove that Slade's in on it.

Excuse me.

Now the kid's here, I'll split.

- [Wilby] Stay here. Follow me.

- [Tim] Right. Uh-huh.

Spendin' most of my life

on all fours.

[Wilby] Be quiet.

Shhh. These men are killers.

- Isn't that our TV set?

- That's it.

Bet they got all our other stuff too.

- Is our car here, Pop?

- Probably sold it days ago.

[Man] I think we lifted

that 'Vette before.

[Roschak] Paint it and change

the serial number.

- Keep your eye out for some Porsches.

- [Man] We got some spotted.

- Good night, Mr. Roschak.

- Good night.

Hear that?

We could bust 'em easy with that.

[Wilby] That doesn't prove

Slade's involved.

But that could.

I wonder how these things work?

[Loud music]

Turn it off!

What do you want to do

with the tape recorder?

Get it in Roschak's office.

Tim, you gotta get him

away from there.

Right.

Now, what I'll do... me?

- Me?

- Right now.

Go back.

But he's got a knife.

He could...

Your "shasfras" down there at

the "ricktofrasen" is condensing.

The what?

Your "shasafras" at the "ricktofrasen."

Got a big gnarl in the tube.

Could back up on ya.

Who are you?

Me? I'm Roschak's new man down here.

I just came on.

If you don't "gaffenhausen" that

alternator, it's gonna get on the floor.

Ever have "creoblustate" on your shoes?

Gotta burn 'em.

I saw it eat a saddle right out

from under a jockey one time.

Goes like that. Turns it blue.

You wanna come down there,

take a look at it?

Why don't you leave

that knife here?

Right down here's that "glutenhauser"

I wanted you to look at.

You come right there.

Don't get too close.

I don't want to get

"creoblustate" on your shoes.

Look in there, give it a little...

We got him, Pop!

You knocked him out cold

in the "freidenglar".

"In canis corpore transmuto."

I wouldn't say that too often.

- Why not?

- The professor was always careful.

He was afraid he might become sensitized

and turn into a dog himself.

Rubbish!

"In canis corpore transmuto."

[Beeping]

- What are you doin' here?

- Open up.

All right.

Uh-oh. Now Pop's stuck in there.

Roschak, I want a word with you.

Not very smart to come down here.

If you've got some idea of cutting

me out, I wanna hear it from you.

Not from one of your messenger boys.

What are you talkin' about?

One of your punks came to my house.

He started to lean on me

and tell me, and I quote,

"You're off the gravy train."

[Laughs]

Oh, John, John, John. Relax.

It's business as usual with us.

If you didn't tell him, who did?

Beats me, but if I find out,

I'm gonna scratch him permanently.

Could have been that Daniels guy.

But he would have to have

proof in court, right?

- Why am I telling you? You're a lawyer.

- Right.

I've got a bottle in the other room.

Let's have a drink.

To another good year.

- How'd that dog get in here?

- [Slade] Dog?

That's Daniels.

Stop him. He's got everything on tape!

- [Roschak] That's Daniels?

- Shoot him.

[Gunshots]

Take it.

Grab one of those cars.

I'll draw them off.

They're coming.

Woof, woof.

Woof, woof?

After him!

Come on. Pop told us to get a car.

All right, Daniels.

Come on out.

Get it over with.

You haven't got a chance.

I've got the ring.

You've got nothing.

[Dogs bark]

Hey, this what you lookin' for, pal?

That's it. Thanks.

You have no idea.

Forget it.

It's on us, sweetheart.

We take care of our own, see.

So long, pal.

Now hurry.

Hey! Get us outta here.

Steady.

- What was that?

- Daniels, you ninny! After him!

- You got the tape recorder?

- Got the ring?

It's going to be put away where nobody

will get a hold of it again.

- Faster.

- There's a red light coming up.

I don't care what's coming up.

Just keep on going.

[Sirens]

Tell them who I am.

Say it's official business.

Can I see your

driver's license, sir?

Officer, District Attorney

John Slade is back there.

We're on official business.

He is?

Blah.

Well, what are you starin' at?

Hang onto that. Don't let anybody

touch it till the grand jury hears it.

Mom, we're home,

and dad's not a dog anymore.

Three loaves of rye bread,

cold cuts, the dip,

a cherry pie, some paper plates

and cups, napkins.

- Hi.

- How ya doin', partner?

Hi, Elwood.

Mr. District Attorney.

We're shopping

for our announcement party.

- Well, we'll be there.

- And take good care of my buddies.

- Anything they want.

- Bye.

Okay.

Guess you better make that

16 Porterhouse steaks.

Come on.

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