Turner & Hooch

[Man] The sleeve attaches

to the Pendaflex folder...

between the second

and fourth slots from the left.

We've done the same

with one of these peel-off stickers.

It goes right on the file folder.

Now, each file folder needs to go

into its own Pendaflex folder.

You have to make sure

it's the appropriate Pendaflex folder.

Wh-Why does it have to be on the inside

folder and the outside folder?

- The case number?

- Yes.

Because it's the key to

the entire system. [Snickers]

It also goes on the report.

All pages.

You punch it with

a two-hole punch.

You attach it to the file folder

on this two-prong fastener.

- That way, nothing ever gets lost.

- [Phone Rings]

Now, misdemeanours go in here.

- [Ringing Continues]

- And felonies go in there.

Hey, plenty of room in there.

Why do you think I'm leavin'?

Caseload number's also

on the daily caseload sheet.

And today, for example,

we have two... count 'em, two... calls.

[Sighs]

Both of 'em down at the pier.

If we drag our feet,

they can carry us through to lunch.

- Happy Birthday, Katie.

- Thanks, Scott.

Hey, could you give me a call

sometime today on the radio?

- Call you? About what?

- I don't know.

Make something up. I'm beginning

to think the damn thing's busted.

Police officer!

Out of my way!

- Mornin'.

- Mornin', Petey. Dave!

[Woman]

Scott?

Scott?

Scott, I made some muffins

for you to take with you.

Oh, you didn't have to do that,

Mrs Remington.

God bless you in that awful city.

We're all hoping that

you don't get shot.

[Sighs]

Poor boy.

- [Sighs]

- [Chuckles]

What?

Seat belt, seat belt, seat belt.

It's the law.

- [Engine Starts]

- Thank you.

- Ah-ah-ah-ah.

- Oh, come on, man.

I can't sit here and smell these

without havin' at least one.

All right, all right,

all right, all right.

- Just make sure it's just one.

- Thank you.

[Dustbuster Whirring]

- How many days do you have left?

- [Whirring Stops]

- Three.

- Good. Real good.

- Why? Am I getting on your nerves?

- Oh, no.

I mean, I really appreciate your

showing me the ropes this week...

lettin' me ride around

in your nice, clean car,

and treating me like

a full-fledged detective.

- Investigator.

- Whatever. But, Scott, when

are you going to learn to relax?

- I am relaxed.

- Mm-mm.

I'm not talkin' about the small "R."

I'm talkin' about the big "R."

You know, "Top of Old Smoky."

- You mean, when am I going to get laid?

- Hey.

Oh, well, l... It's already been

four times this morning.

I'm exhausted.

[Men Chattering]

[Man] Okay, come on, boys.

Mama's gonna be mad.

- Mr Boyett.

- Hey, Scott. How are you doing?

I hear we're losing you.

Ah, yeah, 'fraid so, 'fraid so. This

is David Sutton. He'll be replacing me.

- Mister Boyett.

- Come on, boys.

Uh, we came down to tell you that...

That they found your dinghy

over in Moss Landing.

You should send somebody

to go pick it up.

Yeah, well, thanks. I never thought

I'd get to see that again.

Hey, Scott, could you, uh,

show the boys your, uh, badge?

- They never saw

a detective's badge before.

- Sure.

- He's a detective?

- [Scott] Nope, an investigator.

- I don't know, Dad.

Looks kind of fake to me.

- [Boyett] Fake?

Hey, kid, you wanna

spend some time in jail?

- Cute kids.

- Yeah, well, yeah. Kids.

[Man]

Need four hands!

Amos!

- [Dog Barking]

- Amos!

- [Man] Who's there?

- It's me! Scott!

Oh. Let me get a leash on him.

Yeah, do that!

Please! Thank you.

- Amen.

- [Barking Continues]

Here's the muffin for Hooch!

I brought a muffin for ya!

The muffin, Hooch!

Hooch, the muffin!

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