Turner & Hooch Page #3

more... Oh, there.

There, there. Isn't that nice?

Think about it.

Maybe we'll get some nice big

chocolate chip cookies.

Yeah. Nice big box of

chocolate chip cookies.

The soft kind? The kind

with the 22 chips? Want a cookie?

The ki...

[Gasping]

Want a cookie?

- Come on, Hooch, get in the car!

- [Crowd Screaming]

- Come on, boy.

- [Officer]

You people over there, get back.

[Crowd Clamouring]

- Come on!

- [Banging, Clattering]

- Come on!

- [Officer] Move it back.

- He's got it under control.

Stay out of the way.

- Come on, Hooch. Come on, boy.

Aw, goddam it!

- [Horn Honks]

- Hooch!

- [Crowds Cheers, Applauds]

- [Man] Oh, yeah, yeah!

[Panting]

[People Chattering]

[Barking]

- What, you tired? Huh? Hope so.

- [Shuts Off Engine]

If you are, it's just too bad.

Now, look out. Look out.

Come on.

[Grunting]

[Car Door Closes]

Too bad, all right.

Hold on. Hold on. Wait a minute.

Hey, you're goin' in the clinic

for a few days, pal.

It's gonna be good for ya.

Come on.

- Come on! Come on. Come on.

- [Growling]

- Come on, Hooch. Come... Come on.

- [Growling Continues]

- Come... Wait a... Whoa! Hooch!

- [Barking]

Hooch, no! Stop!

Stop! Hooch!

- [Barking Continues]

- Hooch! Stop! No!

- [Grunting]

- [Growling]

[Screams]

I'll kill ya.

No, Hooch!

- [Whining]

- Hey, what are you doing to this dog?

- Ow. Ohh!

Just taking him for a walk.

- Well, he's bleeding.

- My God, how long has he been bleeding?

- Not long enough.

- You! I'll kill ya.

- Hey. Now, I have a front door,

you know.

- I'll shoot you, Hooch.

I'll shoot you, Hooch.

- Well, you stay there.

- You just stay right there.

- Fix him up so I can shoot him.

[Groans]

- [Panting]

- All right. All done. You stay.

- What's your dog's name?

- [Groaning]

Uh, uh, his name is Hooch, but...

Those wounds needed stitching.

- When was the last time he saw a vet?

- I don't know.

Well, that's neglect. And it's

borderline abuse. I mean, he's filthy.

His diet is terrible,

and look, if you cannot...

Well, no, hey, no,

this is not my dog.

He belonged to an old man

who lived down by the pier.

- Well, then, I want to speak to him.

- You can't.

- He was murdered last night.

- Whoa. God.

I'm Scott Turner, I'm the, um,

police investigator here in town...

I know. I mean, we use the same bank.

Emily Carson.

- Oh, we do? Oh. Well. Oh.

- Yes. Yes.

- I'm sorta new here,

but it's a small town, so...

- It's ni-nice to meet you.

- I'm sorry about this misunderstanding.

- That's quite all right.

I can't stand seeing animals mistreated.

- Can I ask you a question

regarding the dog?

- Yes. Come in.

There's a good chance, I think,

that he was a witness to the, uh, crime.

He may have to identify a suspect.

Can he do that?

- Yes. Maybe.

- Can I show him, like, a photograph?

Like a, like a mug shot? And...

- You don't know much

about dogs, do you?

- Well, no, I n-never had one.

- Not even as a kid?

- [Laughs] N-No. No way.

Well, dogs don't see

in two dimensions.

I mean, he could recognize a voice,

or a scent, but not a photo.

- All right. All right.

- Come on, Hooch. Come on!

Uh, doesn't he have to... recoup?

Well, no.

He's a little tired, but he's okay.

You're a good "dawg."

Yes.

- Boy, you sure are good with animals.

- Yeah. I'm a vet.

[Laughs]

You're buttering me up for something.

Well, l-I just can't help but think that

this dog is gonna be a lot better off...

with someone like you,

than with someone like me.

- 'Cause l-I don't know... Thank you.

- Are you married?

- [Car Door Slams]

- No.

- You live alone, then?

- Yeah.

- House, or an apartment?

- House.

Yeah?

You have a girlfriend?

- No.

- Well, perfect.

- Perfect? Perfect for who?

- Perfect for Hooch.

- For Hoo... How?

- When you're home,

he'll keep you company,

and when you're gone,

he'll take care of your house.

- You're lucky to have him.

- Oh, no, no, no, no.

I don't have room for a dog like Hooch.

Not many people do. I gotta go work.

Goodbye, Scott Turner.

[Barking]

[Other Dogs Barking]

[Barking Continues]

[Muffled Moaning]

[Turner]

What?

What? What is it?

What? What?

Are ya... If you're hungry, finish

the hamburgers. Ya... Eat the buns.

- [Whining]

- Eat the buns. If you're not thirsty...

You know, you're not touching the water,

the orange juice, cranapple.

What is it?

What am I supposed to do?

- Make you a margarita?

- [Moaning]

Shut up! God!

Shut up! This has been going on

for two and a half hours.

- [Door Slams]

- Just be quiet!

[Barks]

- [Helpless Chuckling]

- [Barks]

[Groaning]

- [Howling]

- [Sighing]

A-All right. All right. All right.

You tell me what I'm supposed to do.

You tell me what I am supposed to do.

What am I supposed to do?

You tell me.

What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to do, Hooch?

Am I supposed to stand out

on the porch all night long?

- [Groaning]

- [Man] Give him a Valium, Turner.

Take one yourself.

Hey, shut up!

I'm a policeman.

Gu... Want your car towed?

Man, I hate you.

[Mumbling]

Oh, no!

Aah! You!

Aw, ya stupid dog!

No.

Ah, ya stupid dog!

[Barking]

[Muffled]

Oh, you wanna chew my head off?

Go ahead. You'll be trapped inside

and you'll starve to death.

That is, if they don't find

my body first and then shoot you.

You're in my house.

Back off. I'm comin' in.

- [Growling]

- Back off, Hooch!

Back off.

Back.

[Growling, Panting]

[Bones Cracking, Groaning]

[Sighs]

All right.

If we're gonna get along, we're gonna

have to come to a certain understanding.

[Whines]

- [Light Switch Clicks]

- These are the simple rules: No barking.

No growling. You will not lift your leg

to anything in this house.

This is not your room.

[Light Switch Clicking]

No slobbering.

No chewing.

You will wear a flea collar.

This is not your room.

- [Clicking]

- No begging for food.

No sniffing of crotches.

And you will not

drink from my toilet.

This is not your room.

[Clicking]

This is your room.

The rest of the house is mine,

and when I come back into my house,

I like to find everything

where I put it.

Everything in its place.

Now, you don't touch my stuff.

And I certainly

won't touch any of yours.

Well, this is the room to do that.

This is your bed.

You follow these very simple rules...

and shut up,

we'll get along fine.

[Police Chattering]

[Snoring]

[Man]

Hey, Scott.

[Snorting]

[Tearing]

- [Footsteps]

- So what does it tell you?

Not much. I never read

an autopsy report before,

and I'd just as soon

never read one again.

Autopsy report's the cornerstone

of any homicide investigation.

This one tells us that the perpetrator

probably had special combat training.

- Where did you see that?

- Right here. "The murder weapon

penetrated the body...

"between the third and fourth ribs,

at an upward angle...

"entering the right lung

at a depth of two inches,

severing the pulmonary artery.,,

I read that.

The victim was stabbed from behind

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