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not to tuck 'em into bed at night.

What's the point of catching them

if you can't keep them?

Need I remind you that by some

archaic municipal flaw

in our legal system,

yours is an elected position.

- Are you threatening me?

- Absolutely.

I want to see every one

of those mutts behind bars

by the end

of business today.

And I want you

to make sure it never happens again.

We're on Imus,

for God's sake.

The whole country's

laughing at us.

Mr. Dennison,

are any of the dogs...

Yeah, no, great.

So how's school?

It's there.

I hear you're quite

the little gymnast.

I like gymnastics.

You could do it alone.

Can I feed Vinny?

Oh, sure.

Want a cracker?

It's not a cracker.

It's a...

French fry?

Why doesn't he fly away?

Oh, he can't.

You clipped his wings?

I don't think that's right.

- Pretty wings.

- Such a pretty bird.

You see, birds,

they have a radius and an ulna

just like people do.

And your hand is like his feathers.

But right here

where the radius meets the carpus...

it's basically like your wrist...

Vinny's is broken.

- Uh-oh.

- You couldn't fix it?

No, by the time

your dad found him

his bones had already knitted

in all the wrong places.

Vinny, poor guy,

he was not in a good place.

Were you, pal?

All he did was scream

and scratch and claw,

but your dad,

he sat up with him

for three weeks straight,

hand-feeding him,

bringing up his weight,

teaching him it was okay

to trust people again.

I mean, it's really amazing

that he can be handled at all.

By all rights,

he really should have been...

Put down.

Yeah.

Why should Vinny be any different

from all the other animals he kills?

Honey, euthanasia...

Call it what it is, Lily.

Killing is killing.

And my father...

Your father is...

"There are some men

in this world

who are born

to do our unpleasant jobs for us.

Your father is one of them."

You think you're the only young woman

who's ever read this book?

You see this money?

These donations?

This is your dad's project.

You know that, right?

He's been promising that

for years.

Like all his promises,

nothing ever comes of it.

Sweetie, I think

you don't understand.

You don't understand.

You don't kill things

because they're broken.

You don't kill things because

they're sick or hurt or dying!

You don't kill things

because it's easier.

You give things a chance.

You don't know

what'll ever happen.

You just don't ever know.

Belle.

Belle.

Mrs. Wimmer.

You said he was

in perfect health.

A perfect picture of health.

Oh, Mrs. Wimmer,

I'm so sorry.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I don't know. I lost count.

I'll do a count later. Head count

of the dogs, I'll let you know.

- Just keep your cell on, okay?

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