White Dog Page #2

Give me a bell!

Isn't that pretty?

- They're so pretty.

- Isn't that Lord Byron's house?

I think so. I love his poetry.

- It's beautiful.

- Oh, look! Look at that one.

This is great.

Oh, look over there.

It's so pretty.

All right. The dog isn't rabid.

But any time in the last 10 days,

Molly could have pressed charges.

Now, she didn't, but you're not

gonna be that lucky the next time.

What do you mean, "next time"?

There will be a next time!

You've got yourself an attack dog!

Oh, hi. Can I call you right back?

- I don't know what you're talking about, Roland.

- Come on, Julie.

A dog trained by professionals

to attack people.

You have got to have him killed.

Will you stop talking about killing him?

Listen to me. Molly wasn't his first victim.

Now, she certainly isn't gonna be his last.

Please, darling, just take him down

to the pound right now.

- It will be over in seconds.

- Do you know how they kill those dogs?

I was there! I saw it!

Now, wait a second!

You don't compare him to those animals!

They are innocent!

Now, that dog has got to be stopped

before he kills somebody!

- That dog is sick!

- Then he should be cured.

Darlin', the people that made him sick

made him permanently sick!

Then they should be put to sleep,

not the dog!

Come on, Julie,

you got a four-legged time bomb!

So let's say somebody trained him to be

an attack dog. Let's just say that.

There's gotta be a place where they retrain

these dogs, and I'll find that place, that's all!

Julie, now you listen to me.

Jesus H. Christ.

Julie, that son of a b*tch

is ready to attack me right now.

He's not gonna hurt you.

Nobody can retrain him

and guarantee him 100% safe.

Nobody can do that.

You made your point, Roland.

He's my responsibility.

Goddamn it, Julie!

He could attack anybody.

Bullshit!

Nobody's gonna kill him!

I'm calling the cops,

or I'm gonna get chewed up trying.

There's gotta be somebody

who can help him.

Shana.

Can I help you?

...are you Mrs. Carruthers?

No, I'm Martine Dawson.

I'm looking for Mr. Carruthers.

Across the road. Little green house

on your left-hand side.

What? Quit.

Quit.

No can do, Mr. Driscoll.

Too risky.

Tell you what- use our panther.

He's safe,

and he knows every camera angle.

I got another call.

Noah's Ark. Carruthers speaking.

Hello, Mr. Kellogg. What do you need?

It's open! Come on in.

That's impossible.

Mr. Keys is swamped.

He's breakin' in a load of wild animals.

He's working the leopards

and jaguars for two features...

and he's taming four crazy chimps

for a movie of the week.

Sit down, honey.

Make yourself comfortable.

All I can do for you, Mr. Kellogg,

is to give you another man...

who will get our tiger to sit

on the automobile with a girl in a bikini.

And he'll see to it that she's not

bitten on her finer parts.

Weekly rate.

Well, what kind of an animal

do you want to rent?

You doin'a TVshow,

a movie or a commercial?

I tell you, we've got the smartest gorilla

in the business.

Does great documentaries.

- I've got a problem.

- You have a problem?

Let me tell you about problems.

That! That is the enemy.

Over 40 years

of training animals for the movies...

and it's come down

to putting us in storage...

for a piece of tin

with blinkin' red lights!

- Are you married?

- No.

- Any children?

- No.

When you do have them, by the time

they're 25, there won't be any animals.

Mr. Carruthers...

Did you happen to see True Grit?

Remember when Duke reached down

with his hand into that hole full of rattlers?

That's the hand that did it.

That's the hand

that helped Duke win the Oscar!

I really do have a problem.

I'm listenin'.

I'd like you to teach him...

or rather, unteach him...

something bad

that he's been taught to do.

He's an attack dog.

Good friend of mine had

a German shepherd for eight years.

Lived with him.

Slept with him.

Hunted and fished with him.

Did everything with him.

Then one night that dog turned

and chewed my friend's jugular out.

That dog was an old attack dog.

Can you help him?

- Can't.

- Why not?

Can't nobody can unlearn a dog.

Nobody.

Well, there's gotta be someplace.

There's gotta be someone who can.

I mean, you have to know someone.

Well, there is.

Who?

Well, I heard about him years ago.

Can't even recall his name.

He's probably dead now.

You're my last resort.

And if you don't help him,

they're gonna kill him.

They should.

They should, miss.

Let me give you a little tip.

You take that dog

right down to the pound.

With that dog out of circulation...

there'll be a lot of people

sleep better tonight.

There's nothing I can do

for an attack dog that's gone bad.

Help me!

That ain't no attack dog you got.

That's a white dog!

- Of course he's a white dog.

- I don't mean his color!

He's taught to attack

and kill black people!

That's crazy!

I don't believe that!

What the hell you mean, huh?

You see this scar, lady?

You see this goddamn scar?

Well, I got that

when I was 14 years old.

A white dog did it!

I'm gonna call the police. I'm gonna tell 'em

we got a goddamn white dog here.

Joe, forget the police.

And as for the rest of the men,

he's just an attack dog.

Understood?

Keys, if you work on that bastard...

I go.

Damn it, Keys!

Don't start that again!

You ain't got the time!

Take five weeks vacation, Joe.

If I don't break him...

I'll shoot him.

I hope you didn't bring

that damn dog with you.

They didn't allow visitors until now.

Well, I'm glad you're the first one, Julie.

Julie, don't make me feel any worse

with that long, guilty face of yours.

It wasn't your fault.

It was an accident.

Come over here. Sit down.

And besides, I'm fully covered by

the Screen Actors Guild and Blue Cross.

Molly.

Julie, don't ask if there's anything

you can do for me.

You've done it. You're here.

Where did you get

that hound of the Baskervilles?

I found him in the hills.

That's the danger

in picking up a stranger.

You don't know what

family background he's got.

Is he still with you?

- No.

- Good.

You know, I've gone over it

in my head a hundred times.

What do you think spooked that mutt?

Give it all you got. Come on!

The old man's still blunting

all the syringe heads on this damn robot.

Well, all I know is

this tranquilizer gun needs cleaning...

and I'm working with an elephant today.

- I'll clean it.

- Thanks.

Where the hell'd

he hide 'em this time?

Ah, there they are.

I'm gonna trick him into using

some of these regular darts.

You're too tired to even try, huh?

Can you tell me

where I can find Mr. Keys?

You can't bother him right now,

young lady. He's workin' a lion.

- Are you the owner of that attack dog?

- Yes.

Yeah, he said somethin'

about you comin'.

Up this road.

On the right is the arena.

You can't miss it.

It's a big dome with bars.

You can't drive up there. You gotta walk.

There's no visitors' parking up there.

Now, Warners okayed the money

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