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in a big-ass cage

he's got built out back,

because he says

it ain't housebroken yet.

WALKER:
He's got

a big-ass cage

for a Jack Russell?

STACY:

No, man.

WALKER:
What is it,

a hound or something?

STACY:

Mm-mm.

Goddamn standard poodle.

Haircut and everything.

We cover nine floors,

and old boy

is doing his thing,

but he's not getting

any hits.

At this point I'm getting

nervous, you know,

because the morning crew

is going to relieve

Sleeping Beauty

in half an hour,

and Pom-Poms

ain't seeing sh*t.

And just when I'm starting

to think I got conned...

it's all there.

The goddamn

truffle mother lode.

Come on.

So I give Pom-Poms

his reward,

I start loading these things

out into the hall.

And there's Sleeping Beauty.

I don't know what must've

happened to this guy

at the post office that day,

but the way

he's looking at me,

I can just tell he's getting

ready to put me down.

I mean, I can do a stretch

just fine,

but the prospect

of getting killed

over a bunch of mushrooms?

Truffles.

Whatever.

It's not sitting right.

So I start praying to God.

And the damndest thing happens.

I mean, if I'd have pulled

two .45s,

this guy wouldn't

have thought twice

about peeling my scalp back

right then and there.

But this mailman...

he sees a dog

and he's in the wind.

[laughs]

Come on. That's bullshit.

On my life, man.

Took old boy

straight to the groomers,

dropped $200

getting his pom-pom fluffed.

Been a dog lover

ever since.

What the sh*t?

WALKER:

F***ing kid.

[flies buzzing]

[sighs]

[indistinct voices]

STACY:

Kid!

Kid!

Nothing.

What is it?

OFFICER:

Dispatch, this is K-309.

Checking out the municipal

storage facility,

Conrad and Gardener.

DISPATCHER:

Copy unit K9.

Oh, f***.

OFFICER:

Got a jimmied door here.

Possible signs

of forced entry.

Going to let Charlie

have a sniff around.

DISPATCHER:

Copy that.

I need an additional unit

at Conrad and Berger.

OFFICER [over radio]:

Dispatch, this is car 210

responding.

I'm about eight blocks

from Connie, on Lerner.

I'll head over now.

DISPATCHER:

K-309,

car 210 is en route

to you now.

They f***ed us.

The kid f***ed us.

DISPATCHER:

Be advised, we are looking

for a late '80s

gold-colored Cadillac.

Castillo suspects are armed.

[huffing and panting]

[growls]

210 is checking

the perimeter now.

Other units,

please stand by.

OFFICER:

Dispatch, we've got possible

activity in here.

Charlie's all fired up

over something.

[growling]

[barks]

Easy. Easy, easy, boy.

Easy, easy.

Good boy, Charlie.

Good boy. It's okay.

Who's a good boy?

You're a good boy.

You're good.

[laughs]:

Hey, good boy.

Good boy, Charlie.

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