Turner & Hooch Page #4

on the right side of the rib cage,

which would make

the killer right-handed.

Yeah, yeah.

But you're missing something.

Now, you stab somebody in the heart,

they can still scream.

But you penetrate the lung,

they can't even let out a whisper.

They're trained to do that

in Special Forces.

Well, that wasn't in the report.

How did you know that?

I'm a professional investigator.

It's my business to know these things.

Besides,

I called the coroner and he told me.

Hey, fellas.

How much do you think we could get

for all of the furniture

here in the office?

Or I got a better idea, how about

we sell a couple of squad cars,

startin' with yours first, Turner?

- Is there a problem, Howard?

- Well, yeah. There sure is.

I mean, the county crime lab wanted

to charge me 7,280 for this stuff.

Now, suppose I send all of this in,

who do you suggest I lay off?

Hmm?

Katie. Katie wouldn't mind

making the sacrifice, would you, Katie?

- I've sacrificed enough for you, Tur...

- Oh, hey!

- We'll thin this out, Howard.

I'll go through it.

- Please.

Don't worry. I'll thin it out.

Howard. It's fine.

Oh, no, no, no!

You're eatin' the car!

Don't eat the car!

Not the car!

Oh, what am I yellin' at you for?

You're a dog.

- Don't understand a word I'm sayin'.

- [Panting]

What does it matter anyway?

This car is gonna be David Sutton's

in a couple of days.

Here. You hungry? Here.

Here's an ashtray. Eat that.

[Car Engine Starting.

Motor Revving]

[Sighing] You know,

it's a terrible thing about Amos.

I'm lockin' my door tonight,

for the first time in years.

Oh, now, don't-don't do that.

We'Il-We'll catch the guy.

L-l-Is this dog food?

It says turkey and bacon.

Oh yeah. You know, people love

their dogs, so they want a variety.

- What kinda dog are we talkin' about?

- Oh, very, very, very big.

Very large, very tall.

Very, very wide. Massive. Ugly.

Ah-ha. Well.

You don't need this.

What you need is...

- this!

- [Groans]

[Growling, Slurping]

I don't even like the dog, Kevin.

Why would I get him a toy?

Because dogs like to chew, Scott.

I mean, it's either chew this,

or your furniture or your shoes.

- It's up to you.

- Okay.

[Announcers] Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

At the Imperial Raceway in San Rapello.

The world-class semifinals of

the N.R.D.A. Funny car competition!

- Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!

[Continues, Indistinct]

- [Growling]

I'd like to thank you, Kevin,

for taking all this time away...

Oh, no, no problem.

It's my pleasure.

- Dog shampoo.

- Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait.

That's regular, no.

What you need is... Yeah, medicated.

There, that's what you need.

Let's see.

Flea, tick, uh, wormer...

Scott! Oh, Scott! In case of

bad breath, regular, or minty?

Thank you, Kevin.

- Ninety-seven fifty-one.

- Ninety-seven fifty-one?

What? Is that...

Is that pesos?

This is for a dog. This is dog food.

Ninety-seven fifty-one?

I'm not gonna eat this stuff!

Uh, did I buy smoked salmon?

Ninety-seven fifty-one!

- How much if I take this back?

- [Squeaking]

I'd like to talk to Kevin.

Can you call him, please? Kevin!

[Hooch Grunting, Panting]

[Wheezing]

You get off of there.

Off!

- [Grunting]

- [Growling]

All right, that's it.

I'm gettin' my gun.

My rod, my piece,

my iron, my heater,

my gat, my lead-hurler!

[Crashing]

Do not come back!

[Barking]

[Sighs]

Oh, wow. Wow.

[Chuckling]

That dog's got a lot of guts.

Either that, or he's stupid.

No!

You are out! Out.

- [Growling]

- Out for good.

Forget it, I wish it was snowing.

- [Clattering]

- No, no. I wish it was hailing.

I wish it was hailing, God.

- Send me hail the size of cantaloupes,

- [Growling]

If you're a just and fair God.

- [Clattering, Growling]

- No!

[Clattering Stops]

- [Banging]

- Cut it...

No, the...

I'm runnin' out of doors.

[Whimpering]

[Whining]

Oh, no. No.

She cannot spend the night.

Get back. Get back.

You, you go ahead. Not you.

No, no, no. Come on.

Not you, just her.

Get back in the car.

Wait a minute, what am I doin'?

What am I doin'?

Go ahead, Hooch.

Go ahead. Go. Go!

[Whispering] Go.

Go. Go ahead. Go, boy, go.

Follow her. Follow her, boy.

She wants ya, man!

This is why she's doin' this,

so you'll follow her. In. In. In.

Go in, go in, go in.

[Emily]

Hi.

- Scott Turner, right?

- Yeah, I was lookin' for my dog.

Have you seen him?

[Laughs] Yeah, I noticed.

You know anything about fuses?

- Electrical fuses?

- Uh, yeah. Can you come in?

For two minutes?

Just two minutes.

- A fuse box? Sure.

- Come in.

- Bedroom light is on!

- Huh? What?

- What?

- Bedroom light is on!

So tell me when

the bathroom light goes on.

Mm, all right!

[Emily]

Hey!

- Hey!

- Uh, no, not yet.

[Rustling]

[Chuckles]

Uh, look, thank you, but, uh...

The-The... Your lights are on. This is

going to take you all night, you know.

No, actually, I just quit.

- You were gonna leave it like this?

- Yes.

- Oh.

- I'm gonna start again tomorrow, but...

Well, you, ah, don't have

to help, but there's...

a couple of rollers there,

and an extra brush.

- This really bothers you.

- This would make me nuts, yeah.

It's harder to cut it in a big town

than it is in a small town.

Aw, that's a crock.

- Oh?

- In a big town, you're anonymous.

You make your mistakes,

no one sees it.

Who cares? In a small town, you got

to look everybody right in the eye.

Oh. Well, there's a...

There's a lot more to it than that.

Well, that's true. You'll probably

have better luck with women.

Women in big cities outnumber the men,

so they're more desperate.

- [Chuckles]

- Thank you very much.

- [Giggling]

- If you have opinions about anything,

I want to encourage

you to express them.

Don't be shy. Just blurt them right out.

[Chuckles]

Well, you're better off here.

- Oh, yeah?

- It's a wonderful town to raise kids in.

- Well, I don't have kids.

- Well, I want five kids.

How about a dad? Huh? Have you got

a dad picked out for these five kids?

- No. Not yet.

- No?

- Well, let me fill you in

on the Cypress Beach singles scene.

- God, I hate that phrase...

- "The Singles Scene."

- There's Embers Cocktail Lounge.

Or, what else?

I guess the, uh, well, the Dairy Queen.

But I usually arrest guys my age

who are hanging out at the Dairy Queen.

'Course, you're pretty opinionated, and

you want to have those five kids, so...

- That I am.

- And we are...

- Uh, yeah.

- Finished.

- This is good.

- Yeah.

- Doesn't it feel good?

- This feels very good.

- Huh?

- I got to admit it.

[Water Running]

- Here you go.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you.

[Clears Throat]

You have paint all over you.

It's even up in your hair.

Look at you.

You don't even have it on your hands.

- [Laughs] Yeah. Yeah.

- Spotless.

I have some, uh,

- some packing that I still have to do.

- Right.

- Well, it's a nice night.

- Yeah.

And I have to walk Camille.

Do you want to take a walk with me?

- Uh, no. No.

- No?

No, no, no. Well, you see,

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