Ace Of Hearts

[Person Panting]

[Panting]

Okay, come on.

[Sirens Wailing In Distance]

[Siren Continues]

Harding's here.

[Siren Stops]

- [Police Radio Chatter]

- You ready, Ace? Let's go, buddy.

- All right. I'll take this side.

You work that side.

- Okay.

Okay, buddy, here we go.

What do you got, buddy? What do you got?

Let's go, Sasha. Come on.

Find him, Sasha. Find him.

Search, buddy. Search. Search.

- [Barking]

- Good boy. Good boy. Seek, buddy. Seek.

Seek, buddy. Come on. Seek.

That dog of yours a K-9

or a pinwheel, Dan?

It might look funny to you,

but as soon as he locks on...

[Barking]

Go get him! Go get him!

Whoa!

Help me! Help me, please!

- Ohh! Let go!

- Good boy!

Let go! Help!

Help me!

Get him off of me!

Help me! Ow!

Yeah. Pinwheel, huh?

[Man Shouting, Yelping]

Come here, boy. Come on.

Ohh! Help me!

Get him off of me!

Ohh! Ohh!

- [Shouting, Sputtering Continue]

- Good boy.

That's a good boy.

Come on. Come on.

[TV Announcer] Welcome back

to Good Day Everett with Jimmy Bixler.

- [Dan] Are you ready, Jimmy?

- Bring it on.!

- Go get him!

- Whoa! Oh!

- [Dan] Good boy.

- There he is.

Okay. Off. Off.

- [Growling]

- Okay.

- You can get up now.

- Wow. If pooch had his way with me...

I would've ended up at Miller Memorial

in Room 402 and 403.

Actually, Ace would never have crossed that line.

In fact, no police dog ever would.

- That's good to know.

- Give him a treat.

Okay. There you go, Ace.

- There you go. That's better than my arm.

- [Studio Audience Laughs]

We like to say that we train 'em

just to restrain 'em.

[Jimmy]

Well, that's good to know.

Now, I understand

that Ace's sense of smell...

- is 40,000 times sharper than ours.

- That's correct.

One whiff of your hand, and he could track you

down in your seat anywhere in Safeco Field.

- Really. I can't even find my car after a game.

- [Audience Laughs]

Now, uh, before the show,

you did mention...

that you're having trouble

tracking down at least one criminal...

who strikes while people

are on vacation...

a robber with a colorful nickname.

Yeah, that's correct, Jimmy. Right now,

we have a prowler working in our county...

that so far has eluded

all of our track downs.

We've kind of dubbed him

"Goliath" because...

Well, he's built, um...

- Just like me.

- [Laughter]

Just kidding, Ace. No, no.

I'm more like David. Goliath is the big one.

All right. Well,

we'll be back in a second.

When we do, we'll have

an interview with Ace.

We'll ask him how he got promoted

from K-7 to K-8 and finally to K-9.

[Jimmy]

Ace, good boy.

[Audience Applause Fades Out]

Wow. Looks fabuloso.

Thank Mrs. Brody.

- Who?

- My home-ec teacher.

- Oh, right.

- You're supposed to grade me.

Like, did I burn it or anything dumb?

Mmm. Hmm.

I'm giving you... a D-plus.

- Wha...

- For "Delicious-plus."

[Chuckles]

Hilarious.

Is Dad around?

It's okay. I mean, only one parent

has to sign the grade sheet, so...

Other side. Other side.

- Dad.

- I'll be right in, honey.

[Sighs]

Don't bother. Dinner's over and stuff.

Hey. Hey.

That's a distraction, okay?

It's roasted chicken with garlic

and black fig reduction a la Julia actually.

- What?

- Nothing.

- [Murmurs]

- [Sighs]

- Dad.

- Mm-hmm?

Can I handle Ace

at the K-9 competition this year?

Oh, that's not

a very good idea, honey.

- I even read those boring training manuals.

- You're 13 years old, okay?

Fourteen in 29 days. Please, Dad.

Honey, Ace needs to feel really comfortable

when he's in a competition.

- Why can't you just trust me for once?

- It's not a matter of trust.

It is! You don't trust me

with your stupid dog.

- Julia...

- Forget I even asked.

Honey. Honey. Stay.

Honey, I'll think about it, okay?

Translation:
"No."

That went great.

Teenage daughters.

Teenage daughters.

That's what it's all about.

Yes, I know.

It would've meant so much

if you'd just spent a few minutes with us.

The poor kid spent two hours

fussing with that recipe.

[Snoring]

[Sighs]

Uh...

Off. Off. Dan.

- Hmm?

- Come on.

Come on. Ace. Ace, come on.

Down. Go to your bed.

Go on.

I'm sorry, honey.

I'm sorry.

Good night.

Good night.

[Clicks Tongue]

Ace, down to your bed.

Down to your bed.

[Snoring]

[Sighs, Exhales]

[Mom] I'm not a hundred percent sure

I would've gone with "bile green."

On my honeymoon, I'm having my nails

done every day... and my toes.

Really. Well, you might want to consider

squeezing in a few other activities.

Where'd you go, Mom?

On your honeymoon.

- Nowhere actually.

- Nowhere?

Turned out the K-9 unit

needed your dad...

so we postponed our trip to Tahiti.

And then I guess we just

never got around to rescheduling it.

But you have

to have a honeymoon, right?

I mean, to be officially

married and everything.

No.

[Inhales]

[Grunts]

[Inhales, Grunts]

Hey, Torko. Didn't I tell you

not to come back here...

until your membership dues

were up to date?

- [Grunting]

- Well, free ride's over. Let's go.

[Grunts]

You have three minutes to clear out.

I assume you can count to three.

[Grunts]

[Barbell Clangs]

I assume you can count to 50.

- What?

- [Grunts]

[Groans]

- Oops. My bad.

- [Groaning]

[Groans]

[Alarm Blaring]

[Alarm Continues, Muffled]

[Phone Ringing]

[Phone Beeps]

This is Dan.

Okay. We're on our way.

- You ready, Ace? Let's go, buddy.

- [Barking]

[Police Radio Chatter]

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