Turner & Hooch

[Man] The sleeve attaches

to the Pendaflex folder...

between the second

and fourth slots from the left.

We've done the same

with one of these peel-off stickers.

It goes right on the file folder.

Now, each file folder needs to go

into its own Pendaflex folder.

You have to make sure

it's the appropriate Pendaflex folder.

Wh-Why does it have to be on the inside

folder and the outside folder?

- The case number?

- Yes.

Because it's the key to

the entire system. [Snickers]

It also goes on the report.

All pages.

You punch it with

a two-hole punch.

You attach it to the file folder

on this two-prong fastener.

- That way, nothing ever gets lost.

- [Phone Rings]

Now, misdemeanours go in here.

- [Ringing Continues]

- And felonies go in there.

Hey, plenty of room in there.

Why do you think I'm leavin'?

Caseload number's also

on the daily caseload sheet.

And today, for example,

we have two... count 'em, two... calls.

[Sighs]

Both of 'em down at the pier.

If we drag our feet,

they can carry us through to lunch.

- Happy Birthday, Katie.

- Thanks, Scott.

Hey, could you give me a call

sometime today on the radio?

- Call you? About what?

- I don't know.

Make something up. I'm beginning

to think the damn thing's busted.

Police officer!

Out of my way!

- Mornin'.

- Mornin', Petey. Dave!

[Woman]

Scott?

Scott?

Scott, I made some muffins

for you to take with you.

Oh, you didn't have to do that,

Mrs Remington.

God bless you in that awful city.

We're all hoping that

you don't get shot.

[Sighs]

Poor boy.

- [Sighs]

- [Chuckles]

What?

Seat belt, seat belt, seat belt.

It's the law.

- [Engine Starts]

- Thank you.

- Ah-ah-ah-ah.

- Oh, come on, man.

I can't sit here and smell these

without havin' at least one.

All right, all right,

all right, all right.

- Just make sure it's just one.

- Thank you.

[Dustbuster Whirring]

- How many days do you have left?

- [Whirring Stops]

- Three.

- Good. Real good.

- Why? Am I getting on your nerves?

- Oh, no.

I mean, I really appreciate your

showing me the ropes this week...

lettin' me ride around

in your nice, clean car,

and treating me like

a full-fledged detective.

- Investigator.

- Whatever. But, Scott, when

are you going to learn to relax?

- I am relaxed.

- Mm-mm.

I'm not talkin' about the small "R."

I'm talkin' about the big "R."

You know, "Top of Old Smoky."

- You mean, when am I going to get laid?

- Hey.

Oh, well, l... It's already been

four times this morning.

I'm exhausted.

[Men Chattering]

[Man] Okay, come on, boys.

Mama's gonna be mad.

- Mr Boyett.

- Hey, Scott. How are you doing?

I hear we're losing you.

Ah, yeah, 'fraid so, 'fraid so. This

is David Sutton. He'll be replacing me.

- Mister Boyett.

- Come on, boys.

Uh, we came down to tell you that...

That they found your dinghy

over in Moss Landing.

You should send somebody

to go pick it up.

Yeah, well, thanks. I never thought

I'd get to see that again.

Hey, Scott, could you, uh,

show the boys your, uh, badge?

- They never saw

a detective's badge before.

- Sure.

- He's a detective?

- [Scott] Nope, an investigator.

- I don't know, Dad.

Looks kind of fake to me.

- [Boyett] Fake?

Hey, kid, you wanna

spend some time in jail?

- Cute kids.

- Yeah, well, yeah. Kids.

[Man]

Need four hands!

Amos!

- [Dog Barking]

- Amos!

- [Man] Who's there?

- It's me! Scott!

Oh. Let me get a leash on him.

Yeah, do that!

Please! Thank you.

- Amen.

- [Barking Continues]

Here's the muffin for Hooch!

I brought a muffin for ya!

The muffin, Hooch!

Hooch, the muffin!

The muffin, Hooch!

- [Screaming]

- [Snarling]

[Grunting]

- [Scott] Medic!

- [Amos] Hooch! Come here!

Amos? Amos.

[Gagging]

Let him go, Hooch.

Let go of him, Hooch.

- Hooch. Drop him. Drop him, Hooch.

- [Choking]

L-I'm sorry, Scott. I don't

have the hand strength I used to.

- You're okay, aren't ya? Huh?

- [Croaking] Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine.

I was lookin' forward

to a nice, quiet cup of coffee.

- But now I'm awake!

- Don't let him see that you're angry.

H-He has a sensitive spot.

He reacts real bad to anger.

What is the matter with him?

I brought him a muffin. He knows me!

What, "know ya"?

He didn't even break the skin.

Why, this dog loves ya, boy.

Let's go on up to the house

and we'll all have a cookie.

Come on, Hooch.

Let's go, boy. Come on.

[Amos] Doc says I shouldn't

give him these chocolate chips.

Uh, what do you say

about that, Hooch?

[Chuckles]

I thought so.

Well, I'm here, Amos.

What's the complaint this time?

Them.

That seafood plant.

There's somethin' goin' on over there.

- [Scott] Oh, they're okay,

other than a stolen dinghy.

- No, it isn't.

It's worse than it was before.

There's always some strange noises

goin' on at night.

Well, you're always telling me you

don't hear like you used to any more.

Well, I don't hear it.

Hooch hears it.

- He tells me.

- Oh.

Hooch tells you about it.

Well, uh, you live in

a pretty industrial area, Amos.

If you want peace and quiet, I suggest

you move to a nice apartment somewhere.

[Chuckles]

Me and Hooch in an apartment?

Yeah, that'd be the sight.

[Chuckles]

L-I thought you didn't

mind comin' around here.

- Oh, I don't mind comin' down here.

- [Hooch Barks]

It's just, uh, I'm-I'm leaving

on Monday, remember?

Now, the guy who's replacing me...

Sutton...

he's not gonna want to come down

and talk to you like I do,

because he's, well, he's scared

to death of your dog.

- [Hooch Growls]

- I can't figure out why.

[Mumbling]

Whoa, all right! Hey, all right!

That-That's good! Huh?

Yeah, just sit there.

Drool over yourself.

[Amos]

Gave 'im whisky once.

Then he howled all night.

Now he sticks to beer.

- You want some?

- No. No.

Thank you,

I'm not on Hooch's hours.

Well, l-l-I really have to get goin'.

Oh. [Groans]

Movin' up to the big city, huh?

[Sighs]

Yeah.

Well, maybe me and Hooch

could come and visit.

You? Anytime.

Hooch, uh...

Sacramento is the state capital.

I think they have laws

against dogs like Hooch.

Oh, stop.

It's not that funny.

Sorry, man.

I can't help it.

Every time I think about it...

I nearly wet my pants!

So do I.

That's why it's not funny.

[Katie]

Delta One, Delta One.

Hey, Katie. Turner can't come

to the phone right now.

- He's got a dog on this throat.

- Now, now. Just say "thank you,"

and then we're, that we're clear.

Thanks for the radio check, Katie.

We're clear.

[Katie] No, it's business, Turner.

Some kids found money on Pinecone Beach.

So far they've counted 8,000.

- All right, we'll be right there, sure.

- Katie, we're on the way, pronto.

[Tyres Squealing]

- Mrs Harper?

- Oh. Okay.

First I thought it was play money.

They had it scattered all over the road.

- Wow.

- Then, when I realized it was real,

I had them show me where they found it

so I could show you.

If no one claims it or identifies it

in 30 days, it's yours.

- Oh.

- I found it. It's mine.

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