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Max: This is my boss, Jonathan Hart,

a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them, which ain't easy,

'cause when they met, it was murder.

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Come in.

The plane leaves in an hour.

Is Momo's little house ready?

Right on schedule.

Follow me.

Um, ladies first. Step in here.

I've chosen our deluxe model.

I think you'll appreciate the floor plan.

Oh, very good.

I understand that you've been paid in full.

For my kennel, yes, but for my silence, no.

Oh... that's too bad.

I just spent the last of my travelers checks an hour ago.

Oh, that's all right.

I'll just lighten the load a bit.

There was the loveliest gun shop on the Boulevard Marquesa.

Oh, it's fine, as long as we have it by this afternoon.

Joel Beck.

Man: Did you get my little package yet, Beck?

No... not... not yet.

It's due on tomorrow's boat.

I'm coming to Los Angeles.

Is something wrong?

There's too much heat down here.

They're about to blow open my operations.

When are you coming?

The day after tomorrow.

As soon as you get the cocaine, you turn it into cash, huh?

I'll carry the last shipment through myself.

My biggest problem is that the dealers...

I'm your biggest problem, Beck.

I'll take care of it, though.

Yeah, yeah. Yes, sir.

Man: Oops. Well, we have arrived!

Mrs. Hart, I told you she would make it.

Yes, she certainly did.

Mr. Hart, how do you like that new suspension?

Oh, it's terrific.

Oh, not to worry about a thing.

Mrs. Hart, Mr. Hart, it's been a real pleasure being with you all week.

I hope the next time you come,

I can take care of you again, okay.

Thank you very much.

- Take care, huh? - Thank you.

Mrs. Hart... it's been a real pleasure.

I'll take care of the luggage for you.

Thank you, Sito.

Did you enjoy my surprise?

Oh, I loved it.

It was everything the travel poster said.

- Yeah? - Marvelous Malapique, the perfect getaway.

Ooh.

- It's unanimous. - Oh.

Hey, hold it, hold it.

I'll take that. Thank you.

Come on, Freeway.

Not yet.

Come on.

Mrs. Hart: No, no, no,

I got them at the Aztec Monkey.

- Aztec Monkey. - Uh-huh.

Don't you remember they gave us that onyx pig?

The onyx pig? That's the one that I dropped?

Twice.

Good morning.

- Good morning. - Your name, please?

Mr. and Mrs. Jonathan Hart...

and... come here... Freeway.

Oh, what a lovely dog.

What breed is he?

Only his mother knows.

We found him in a box next to the freeway,

hence Freeway.

Okay, that will be outside cabin 203 A and B, A deck.

Thank you very much. Come on, kid, time to board.

I hope he enjoys his trip.

Oh, Freeway's used to traveling.

As a matter of fact, we have a whole collection

of these kennels at home.

Woman: Best friends already.

Aw, too bad they have to stay cooped up in their kennels.

But until you board... Easy, boy.

Better the kennel than a paternity suit.

Come on.

Well, you're not due to board quite yet.

I'll be happy to chaperone.

Why don't you have a drink at the bar,

and I'll make sure that Freeway gets his own drink.

Thanks.

Oh, wait, uh, do you think it's possible

if Freeway and the kennel can be delivered to our stateroom?

Woman: Yes, of course. Our pleasure.

- Good morning. - Bartender: Buenos días, señores.

Buenos días. Two margaritas.

Okay.

Excuse me, I couldn't help overhearing.

Is that your kennel over there?

One of them, yes.

Oh, for a minute, I thought I was seeing double.

Oh, sorry. I'm Susy Jensen.

How do you do?

Jonathan Hart. This is my wife Jennifer.

- How do you do? - Mind if I sit down?

Would you like to have a drink?

Yeah, I think just to calm my nerves.

One more margarita, please?

Here you are, darling.

Thank you.

- Mmm. - There you are.

- Bartender: Gracias. - I love animals, don't you?

I'm just devoted to my little Momo.

It's funny how you can grow so attached to things.

Here's to first class pets.

Ah.

Parisio Lines.

First class lounge.

Oh, no! Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Go on, go on. Get in.

Go on, get in.

Would you excuse me just for one minute?

- I got a quick call to make. - Surely.

What about that?

Freeway meets a girl and five minutes later,

we've got in-law trouble.

It was a great vacation.

- And I love you. - It certainly was.

Come on.

Final boarding call for Los Angeles.

All aboard, please.

Mr. and Mrs. Hart, Miss Jensen,

the ship is now ready to board.

- Well... - See you on board.

I wonder what kind of a trip we're gonna have.

Rocky.

Okay, Durante, you can do me a favor, huh?

There. Didn't hurt a bit, did it?

Durante, let's have a little game.

Don't worry, kid.

You'll get your senses back in a while...

a while after the baggage

from Malapique passes under your nose.

Well, how's Durante, Dr. Beck?

Pass his physical?

One detective dog ready for duty, Inspector.

Isn't that right, Durante?

Come on.

All systems go.

Well, that's nearly all, Inspector, I hope.

So do the people in the line behind us.

I'm afraid we're a little short

- on dog teams, today, Mr. Hart. - Thanks.

Well, your lieutenant seems to be doing a very good job.

Inspector: Well, he's a great help.

He saves us from opening everything up.

We're having a real light day today, anyway.

Uh, excuse me.

Okay, all clear. Thank you for your patience.

- Bye-bye. - Bye-bye.

- Hi. - Hello, miss.

Have a nice day, miss.

Come on, girl.

And this is for you, Max.

Oh, Mrs. H., you shouldn't have.

It's all right.

Jennifer: How do you like them?

Is there something wrong, Max?

They're the wrong size?

No, the size is perfect. What a coincidence.

I bought a pair exactly like this last week.

Footwear Unlimited had a special shipment in from Mexico.

I'll bet I can guess how much you paid for them... $60?

- Mm-mm. - $50?

- Mm-mm. - How much?

- $24.50. - $24.50?

Why, Mrs. H., what did you pay for it?

Uh... Max, uh,

don't you think it's time to get dinner ready?

Come on, sport.

$24.50.

Let me try that on.

Does it fit?

Yeah, that's perfect.

- Well, if the shoe fits... - Well, can I have them?

Mm-hmm.

At least someone in this family will get some use out of them.

$24.50.

Oh, they're perfect. Thanks, darling.

I was beginning to think you'd run off on me.

You're so trusting, Joel.

The thought did cross my mind.

All that lovely cocaine and me,

and I wouldn't have to look at you again for months.

You know I'd kill you if you skipped out with my stuff.

Your stuff?

You mean, Herrera's stuff, don't you?

Where is it?

Where is the cocaine?

What do you mean?

I-I don't know.

I saw the pawnbroker put it in there

before he closed it up.

You two are in this together.

No! No...

I killed him just like you told me to, Joel.

Look, it's got to be a different kennel.

Somebody must have switched it on me.

Look, there was another couple on the boat

with the same brand of kennel.

Herrera is gonna be in Los Angeles in 48 hours.

Hart... the people on the boat, his name was Jonathan Hart.

I'll get the stuff back for you, Joel.

I swear it.

Oh, you'd better get it back.

'Cause when Herrera gets here, he's gonna come looking for me.

And he may find me at your funeral.

Jonathan: I don't know what I enjoy more,

being away on vacation with you

or celebrating our arrival home.

But... we've got all weekend to find out.

Jennifer: Darling, there's no soap in here.

It's out here.

You know, I think I need new blades.

Oh? No, it feels fine to me.

Malapique was terrific,

but anywhere with you would be terrific.

Why don't you come in here and soap my back?

Oh, what's it worth?

Come on in and find out.

It's worth it already.

It's Susy Jensen. I'm here to see Mr. Hart.

We met on the boat from Malapique.

Oh, good morning, Max.

- Morning, Max. - Morning, folks.

You got a visitor on her way up.

- Oh, who? - Susy Jensen.

She says it's urgent.

- Susy Jensen? - Momo's mother.

Oh, I wonder what she wants.

I'll get it.

- Hello, I'm Susy Jensen. - Come on in.

Hello, Susy.

Oh, Jonathan, I've got terrible news.

Oh, what's the problem?

It's Momo. It's all my fault.

I never should have taken her with me to Malapique.

Well, um, come in and sit down and we...

There's no time for that.

She caught some kind of tropical bug and she's so sick...

Oh, I'm sorry. How can we help?

Well, I'm actually here to help you.

I'm afraid that Freeway might have the same thing.

Well, he seems to be okay.

Oh, that's just how it happened with Momo.

She was perfectly all right and then all of a sudden,

bang, it got her.

I came here directly from the vet's

to tell you myself in person.

Well, we certainly do appreciate that.

If he shows any signs of fever, I'll have him checked.

Oh, but you've got to take him to a vet immediately.

Look, my doctor is the best in the field.

Why don't I drive Freeway over there right now?

Oh, that won't be necessary. Freeway has his own vet.

Yeah, Dr. Barrett of Beverly Hills.

I can drive him right over there.

All right, but, uh, in case you change your mind,

here's his card.

He really is the best in the field.

What did you say the disease was?

Oh, uh, I don't remember. Some virus.

Look, be sure and take his kennel with you

because it's gonna have to be checked out and disinfected as well.

We will.

It's still in the kitchen, isn't it, Max?

Yes, Mrs. H.

Well, we certainly hope that Momo gets better.

Thank you.

And thank you.

Oh, you won't forget Freeway and the kennel, right?

Right.

Good-bye.

Well, what do you think?

She's a little hysterical,

but I don't think we should take a chance.

I'll call Dr. Barrett.

Let's go get that kennel out of the kitchen.

That's okay, Mrs. H., I'll get it.

Now come along. That's a boy.

Well, I don't know why I'm so glad to see him.

If all my patients were like you,

I'd soon be out of business.

He does look good, doesn't he, Jane?

Malapique agrees with him.

Now what's all this fuss about a virus?

Well, there was this lady on the ship

that had a dog, and that dog had a virus

so we thought we'd have him checked out just to be sure.

Yes, of course. You can't be too sure.

But don't worry, and I mean that, Jennifer.

I'll give him a thorough check-up,

and you can pick him up about teatime.

Great.

And you be a good boy for Dr. Barrett.

Now run along.

- See ya. - We'll get right to work.

Now, what has that silly lady been saying about you, hmm?

You couldn't be healthier.

If you've got a bug, you'd better keep it.

You stay there. I'll be right back.

Shh.

Jane: Freeway, what is it, boy?

I'll be right out.

What on earth?

Freeway, are you all right?

What is this?

What kind of a game are you playing?

I-I-I don't understand.

Joel, maybe they took the cocaine out.

Wait a second.

Joel, this isn't my kennel.

Mine had red carpeting.

My kennel must still be at their house.

Beck.

I spoke to the bank, Beck.

The money hasn't been deposited.

I just didn't get to the bank.

Oh, of course. I just didn't have time.

You sound a little nervous, Beck.

You're not holding out on me, are you?

No, no, everything's under control.

Well, I'm glad because I'd hate to think

of what would happen to you if it wasn't.

I don't think Herrera's gonna appreciate the fact

that you're lying to him.

Well, then you'd better make an honest man out of me

before he gets here.

Jonathan: And you're sure that nothing was stolen, Jane?

Nothing.

Except it's funny.

My receptionist's white jacket...

She left it on her chair during lunch

and now it's gone.

Well, that doesn't seem something important enough

to break in for.

And you heard no noise?

The kennel fell down, the door slammed,

and after I made sure Freeway was all right,

I went out into the street.

A red pickup was just pulling out on Third,

but I don't know if that has anything to do with it.

Well, do you think you should call the police, Jane?

Oh, no. Heavens, no.

I'm perfectly fine. No harm done.

And this little chap was better than 12 squad cars.

Oh, I'm certainly glad he's all right.

Oh, he's absolutely tip-top.

Freeway.

Oh, I disinfected the kennel. Maybe he doesn't like it.

Oh.

Well, Jane, thanks for a cup of your marvelous tea.

- Freeway! - It's my fault.

I forgot his treat.

You think I spoil him?

Yes... and he loves every minute of it.

- Thanks again. - Good-bye, Jennifer.

Bye-bye.

Here we are.

- Freeway's in perfect health? - Perfect.

No virus, no nothing, right?

Not a thing.

I could tell from the look in his eyes.

Susy's here to see you again.

Her dog wasn't so lucky. Momo died.

- How awful. - She's waiting in here.

Susy: Shut up!

Ah!

Freeway.

Jonathan...

What do you think about that?

Max, call the police.

Come on.

I lost her.

Didn't she say something about the Magnolia Towers?

This is Magnolia Terrace.

It's got to be around here somewhere.

There it is. Shall we try that?

Did you get the stuff?

It got busted up.

The Harts found it and...

look, Jo... Joel, I had to leave it there.

They saw you.

Look, Joel, we got to get out of here.

I can't run from Herrera,

and the Harts know who you are.

It's so confusing. I...

I have to eliminate some loose ends.

First, you...

and then Herrera.

I don't see her car anywhere.

Maybe she lives inside.

What was that?

I don't know, but I'm gonna sure find out.

She's dead.

Jennifer: Momo.

Jennifer: Freeway, come back here.

Freeway.

I can understand why the lady was so anxious

to find this kennel, Mr. Hart.

There must be more than a couple million dollars' worth of cocaine in here.

Would you tell Lieutenant Warner

I'll be glad to help him out anyway I can?

- Sure thing, Mr. Hart. - Thanks.

- Good night, Mrs. Hart. - Thank you.

Oh, Freeway.

What's that?

Darling, there's something wrong with his paw.

Oh?

Look at that.

Yeah.

Maybe he hurt it in that scrape with Susy.

- Oh. - I'll give Jane a call.

Oh, baby.

It's going to be all right, sweetheart.

It'll be just fine.

Hello, Jane. This is Jonathan Hart.

Oh, I'm fine, thank you,

but Freeway's not doing too well.

Well, I don't know.

It doesn't seem serious, but, uh...

Oh, you could?

Fine. In about half an hour.

Thank you very much, Jane. Bye.

She said she always has time for her favorite patient.

She'll meet us at the office.

- Good. - Max?

I was just trying to straighten out the kitchen, Mr. H.

We're gonna take Freeway over to see Dr. Barrett.

What's the matter?

We think he may have gotten hurt in that scuffle with Susy.

Take care of him. He deserves a purple heart.

We will.

- Darling, would you grab my purse? - Sure.

I suppose that's what's left.

Hey...

I suppose the police have taken everything.

Look, there's nothing left.

Why don't you just turn around

and get out the way you came in?

I don't think so.

I think your employers need to be persuaded to stay away from me

and to keep their nose out of the drug business.

Mr. H. isn't easy to persuade.

You're gonna have to bet your life that he can be persuaded.

Jonathan: Thanks for coming out like this, Jane.

This little ratter... He could charm the kibble

from a hungry Doberman.

What do you think?

He's fine. It's just a sprain.

Oh, that's good. That'll make Max happy.

Oh.

Jane, have you ever heard of this vet?

Joel Beck? Yes.

He was the one that recommended

that Freeway be tested for the virus.

Joel started this fuss about a virus?

Jonathan: Actually, it was a ruse.

The girl with the other dog was after some dope

she was trying to smuggle into the country.

Well, that's interesting.

Joel has done some work for the customs service.

What sort of work?

Occasionally, he works with the detector dogs.

In what way?

Well, he checks them out to see that they're healthy

and that their sense of smell hasn't been tampered with.

How could they do that?

Well, they could put some ammonia on a cloth

and pass it across the dog's nose

and it would burn their mucous membrane,

and they'd be without a sense of smell for hours.

Well, thanks again, Jane.

- Any time. - Thanks, Jane.

I'm sure Lieutenant Warren will be interested

in some of that information.

Sounds like Joel's gone to the dogs.

Uh, sorry, professional humor.

Good night.

Yes, yes, Mr. Herrera, dock five.

What time?

Oh, the connection is bad.

Herrera: 2:00 P.M.

And, Beck, there better not be any foul-ups.

I want the dogs taken care of

and I want to see my money.

Oh, there won't be any foul-ups, Mr. Herrera.

Everything's in order.

Oh, I guess Max didn't wait up for us.

Well, it has been an exhausting day.

Mm.

Shh.

Freeway, you don't want to wake up Max.

Speaking of bed...

Ah... ready, willing, and exhausted.

This may turn out for the best.

After all, I'm rid of Susy.

I'll be rid of Herrera...

and then the last shipment will be all mine.

All mine...

after I get rid of you.

Coffee.

Max didn't make any coffee.

Well, considering all the commotion,

he did a great job cleaning up.

- Max. - He left a note.

He did? What does it say?

It's not from Max.

Darling, are you sure Dr. Beck has Max?

I'm not sure about anything,

but Max seems like the most likely candidate.

Now come on, Freeway, pretend you're going to the doctor.

Hello.

Hello. Oh, I'm sorry.

We can't take any more patients today.

The doctor's out.

We came to pick up Spot.

Oh, well, have a seat. Let me see if he's ready.

Spot?

There's always a Spot.

Spot is ready. I'll get him for you.

Oh, thank you.

See if you can find anything on the desk.

Shh.

Jonathan.

Does that look familiar?

He certainly doesn't like this stuff.

Dock five, 2:00 P.M.

Maybe Beck's got a shipment coming in.

Come on.

Oh, here's Spot.

- Wrong Spot. - Sorry.

Now... if everything goes according to plan,

I'll be out of the country before anybody finds you.

Okay, Durante, it's your turn.

Good boy.

Up you go.

Good dog. Sit down. Sit.

One more little sinus problem...

and we'll both... We'll both be all set.

Good dog. Come on.

Come on, Durante, time for work.

Man: Yes, Mr. Hart, your office told me you'd be here.

There you are, Mr. Hart.

How many dogs do you have in this facility?

Usually five or six.

We got four down at the mail facility on account of the bomb threat.

The other two seem to be having some problems lately.

- Problems? What sort of problems? - Health problems.

As a matter of fact, we hardly ever have both of them well at the same time.

- I guess Dr. Beck knows what he's doing. - I'm sure he does.

Beck was here a half an hour ago.

- Have you seen Beck today? - No, I haven't,

- but he might be down in customs. - Can you take us down there?

Be my pleasure. Mrs. Hart.

Man over P.A.: Passengers arriving

from Malapique can be met after clearing customs

in the international arrivals area.

That's one of our best dogs, Mrs. Hart... Durante.

Please.

Inspector: Camden?

Mr. Hart. Hello again.

Your office told me to expect you.

Mrs. Hart.

Man over P.A.: Paging Jennifer Hart.

Jennifer Hart, please pick up the nearest courtesy phone.

Who could that be?

Maybe it's something about Max.

Courtesy phone's right over there, Mrs. Hart.

Oh, thank you. Darling, will you hold Freeway?

- Man: Inspector? - Yeah.

- How you doing, Benny? - Fine, Dr. Beck.

It's okay.

Hello. This is Jennifer Hart.

You paged me.

Not a sound, please.

Walk slowly.

Colonel, thank you.

So, what exactly are we looking for, Mr. Hart?

A veterinarian named Beck.

- Dr. Beck? - Right.

Hey, Freeway, come on. Take it easy.

Easy, boy.

Get him to stop. Call him!

Freeway!

There's Dr. Beck right now.

Beck.

Now don't. I'll kill her.

- Ho-hold it. Hold it! - Let him alone.

Jonathan: Hold it! That's my wife!

You can't go anywhere, Beck.

Don't move.

Let her go, Beck.

I can make some arrangements for you.

Now that's enough!

Come on, Mrs. Hart. We can get out this way. Come on.

This way!

Hey, where are you going?

What are you doing? Hey!

There's no way to go, Beck.

Nowhere.

There is for you.

All right, Beck, now where is he?

Where is Max?

He's in the customs shed in the closet.

Well, it's been a hell of a day for Dr. Beck,

but I think he'll recover.

Look, darling, he's doing the dog paddle.

Dr. Beck!

Jennifer: Welcome home, Max.

We're glad you're back in one piece.

I'm glad to be here.

I never thought I'd make it through customs.

We've been tied up there ourselves.

Mm.

Oh, the guys from customs sent this to Freeway.

"To the world's smartest dog."

- I'll drink to that. - To Freeway.

Here, Freeway. I love you.

I love you both, too.

Oh, thanks very much, Max.

Come here, boy. Come on.

Aw...

You know, maybe I should learn a few new tricks.

Why? I like all the old ones.

You do?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

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