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- Uncle Pete!

No!

- I want that kid.

- Forget it, I'm not gonna start chasing pigeons around.

- I'll take the reigns of this one, McCall.

- Ruffy's the only one who knows how to run the birds.

- Police!

- Alright, where is she?

- If this girl has been kidnapped due to your negligence...

- They got Ruffy.

- Hit it, man! Cops!

- Looks like our little bird flew the coop.

- Works for me.

- No cheating, Yank.

You gotta circle 'til I get on my bike, okay?

Good luck!

I'm gonna beat you home, Yank.

- Hey, old Yank.

Looks like you found me.

Say, little pal.

Don't you know that a gentleman always lets his lady win?

- Pete!

Pete!

Pete!

Did I beat him?

Did I beat Yank?

- I knew I could beat ya.

Do you think he let me win, Uncle Pete?

- Gee, I figure a win is a win, Ruffy,

no matter how you come by it.

- That's not why I always take your socks in gin rummy.

- Come on, we gotta feed the birds.

Look at 'em.

No matter how much you feed 'em,

they always act like they're starving to death.

- Well, maybe they're just tired of being cooped up, Pete.

Maybe you oughta let 'em out for a while.

- Oh, sure!

So they'll all fly back to their old roost in Agoura, huh?

Why don't you train 'em to fly here like Yank?

- I'm gonna do that, Ruffy, pretty soon.

Pretty soon.

Uh, Ruffy!

Look, honey, why don't you

go down to the market and get us a couple of

big, thick, juicy steaks for dinner, huh?

- Steaks? - Yeah.

- Sure!

Did you hit an exact or something, Pete?

- Yeah.

I hit an exact.

Hey!

Take Yank with ya, come on.

Take care of him now, okay?

Here you go.

Get goin'.

Here's your stuff.

We're even.

And I'm out.

It's all there, I wouldn't touch that stuff.

Look, I'd appreciate it if you were

outta here by the time the kid shows up.

- You know what I'm thinkin'?

I'm thinkin' what a shame it is

you went to all this trouble

to train these smart little birds

to fly in our merchandise for us,

and now you wanna retire 'em.

- I'm done.

Through, we're even!

- For how long?

'Til your next sure thing breaks down in the stretch?

- Look, you know so much about runnin' birds,

do it yourself.

- Know what I think, fellas?

I think old Petey boy here

is looking for a bigger piece of the action.

- I think so.

- The last thing I wanna hear

is some horse-playin' rummy gettin' greedy.

So from now on, you're gonna do what I say,

and you're gonna do it for free!

- You can't do a thing without the birds!

If I say no, it's no!

You don't even know where they land!

- Grab him, grab him!

He was tryin' to let the birds go, you saw it!

- Grab those damn cages, load the birds up,

and let's get the hell outta here!

- But we don't know how to run 'em!

- I think I know someone that's gonna help us.

- Uncle Pete!

No!

Call an ambulance!

- Uncle Pete!

Wouldn't want to do me a favor, would you, McCall?

- You wanna do my nails over, I'll type your report.

You're a police officer, you shouldn't have nails.

- Sgt. Hunter?

I'm Ruffy.

Ruffy Collier.

And I want to file a stolen property report.

- Well, honey, you're in the wrong place.

I work homicide.

You want to talk to somebody in burglary.

- You are Sgt. Rick Hunter, aren't you?

- I was this morning.

- Your cousin, Jilly, my bookmaker.

He said that you were the best cop on the force

and that I should talk to you.

- Jilly's your bookmaker, too?

- Actually,

he used to handle some of my Uncle Pete's action.

And I used to help him make his picks.

But Uncle Pete fell off the roof.

And was killed.

And somebody swiped the rest of his pigeons.

And now I want to file a complaint

so that you can help find them.

- Pigeons, huh?

Okay, who put her up to this?

Delgato?

Look, honey, I'd like to help you out,

but I'm real busy right now.

- They stole the rest of his pigeons

and nobody wants to help me!

- Nice goin', Hunter.

Your Uncle Pete gambled a lot?

- I guess.

Benny called him a degenerate.

I think that means he gambled a lot.

- Who's Benny?

- A friend.

So Uncle Jilly's takin' bets on pigeon races, huh?

Uncle Pete never bet on pigeons.

He bet on horses and football and basketball.

- Lucky for them, those birds can live on chicken feed.

Considering the odds Jilly pays.

- Hunter!

Look, honey, I know how important these birds are to you,

and we'd like to help you out and all,

but I gotta be honest with you.

As far as the police department's concerned, and the law,

this is a very petty crime.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

You're not gonna help me find out

who took 'em and get 'em back.

The captain wouldn't authorize it, sweetheart.

The birds aren't worth enough

to justify the time of two police officers.

- Those pigeons are worth from 100 to 300 dollars a piece.

And Yank,

I could get $700 for his as a breeder.

How many birds did you say there were again?

- McCall.

- About 30, not counting Yank.

- Well I think we could go by the loft on our way home.

- Come on.

- Hunter.

- Forget it, I'm not gonna start chasing pigeons around.

- Why don't you two go on up?

I'll check in.

This is L-56, McCall.

I need some information on somebody.

Patch me into records, please.

L-56, stand by.

- Ruffy, isn't it possible

that somebody left the cage doors open

and the birds flew away?

- Somebody took 'em.

The carrying cages are gone.

And anyway, if somebody did let them go,

only Yank would come back.

Because, you see,

Yank was retrained to this coop.

And if something happened to this coop,

Yank would fly back to his old home.

- And the other birds wouldn't fly back here?

- Not yet.

They hadn't been here long enough

to find out that this is their real home.

Uncle Pete just got 'em.

- Ruffy,

you said your Uncle Pete gambled a lot.

Was he in hoc to the bookies?

- For a long time.

But he got healthy again just before his accident.

He'd been living on beans for a month.

And then all of a sudden,

he sends me out to buy some steaks.

He musta hit a big one.

- Hunter?

I ran a check on the girl's uncle, Pete Collier.

The autopsy report showed that he died of a broken neck,

probably the result of the fall.

He had an open pint of bourbon in his pocket,

but the blood tests showed under .01,

so he wasn't drunk.

- So we've got a degenerate gambler who,

according to Ruffy, was tapped out.

And he happens to own $9,000 worth of racing pigeons.

- Can they help me find my pigeons for me?

I think it's time we take you home now, Ruffy.

- Well, we can't run a police investigation

with you tagging along, you know.

- Investigation?

Come on, those birds are probably...

Those birds are probably somewhere by now.

- Come on, let's go.

- Do we get to ride in the police car again?

Could we run the siren this time?

- We'll be lucky if the lousy car starts this time.

- That's it!

You don't have to walk me to the door.

I'm ten, you know.

And besides, I don't wanna worry my parents

coming home in a police car and all.

Bye.

They'll hardly recognize this as a police car.

You think we're saps for running this down.

I'm a homicide detective, not Dr. Dolittle.

- Well, we may have a homicide.

It's obvious what could have happened.

One of Pete's gambling debts caught up with him

and they grabbed his only assets.

Ruffy said those birds were worth over $9,000.

- Yeah, well, I wouldn't believe everything she says.

'Cause she's not goin' home.

There she is.

- Hey, sweetie.

Should you be on your own like this?

4062 Tiverton Road.

And you don't have to drop the meter if you don't want to.

- Yes, ma'am!

- Police!

- You okay?

- Yeah.

What'd they want with that kid?

- Good question.

Real good question.

- What do you mean you don't know where she is?

What kinda answer is that?

We gotta make that run or they're gonna fold up shop

on the other side of the border.

Then we'll be out the money and the shipment.

Which one of you two guys

wants to explain that to our creditors?

- You don't understand.

These two were cops.

- You don't understand!

What, the two of you just float out of the sky?

Huh?

What do you think they're gonna slap our wrists for this?

We're gonna all wind up as mince meat

in some local butcher shop.

Now you two hit every place

where that kid might be and then some.

I want that kid.

She's the only one that knows how to run those birds

and where they're gonna fly into.

- And those two gunslingers we ran into,

we just forget about 'em?!

That ain't so easy.

Listen, man.

I've heard about Hunter.

- I don't care what you heard.

You two guys find that kid!

- This is what she said,

6042 Tiverton.

- What do we owe you?

- Always wanted to help the law.

Besides, the kid took care of it.

- Here you go.

Thank you.

- Okay, Wags.

Ten across on Rubberneck in the third.

Can I help you?

- Yeah, is your name Benny?

- Yeah.

What do you want?

- We're looking for a little girl named Ruffy Collier.

- So...

Am I supposed to...

- Okay, sport.

I'm lookin' for that girl

and I better find her in primo condition real quick.

Otherwise, I'm gonna be sorry all over you.

- No!

No!

Please don't hurt him!

Leave him alone!

- Ruffy. - Are you alright?

I'm alright, sweetheart, it's alright, baby.

It's alright, baby.

Alright, sweetheart.

After her parents died,

it was foster homes and juvenile hall.

The usual bit.

Then Pete found her.

- Nobody from the social welfare

never came lookin' for you?

- Sure they did.

But Pete took care of 'em.

Pete was a warm, decent, wonderful human being.

A sweetheart.

But he was a degenerate gambler.

- Who did Pete owe, do you know?

- Every book in town.

- About three months ago

he told me he was stuck over 30,000.

He was in that deep and they still carried him?

- Nah.

They sold off his markers a quarter a dollar.

To, would you believe this,

Jake Henderson.

- Jake Henderson?

He breaks kneecaps for a livin'.

Since when has he been buyin' up markers?

- He bought up Pete's.

And a funny thing happened.

The two of them wound partners

in a scheme that Pete said would get him even.

- Like what?

- He didn't say.

And me,

I don't ask such questions.

But it was plain that Pete didn't like it.

They're gonna put Ruffy in another foster home, aren't they?

- What else?

If you want her, you could file an application

with the Child Welfare Department.

- I'd give my right arm.

But what happens when they investigate

and find out what I did for a living?

- Ruffy?

It's time to go, sweetheart.

- I wanna stay with my Uncle Benny.

- You will, sweetheart.

We'll work it out somehow.

You'll let me know where she is

and what's happening, please.

- Sure, Benny.

- I'm gonna turn on my answering machine,

then I'll turn volume up and that way if I call,

you hear my voice,

you'll be able to pick up the phone and talk to me, okay?

Are you tired?

Ready for a nap?

- I bet I have a lot of new stuff to dream about

after what's happened today.

- I bet you do, too.

Come on.

Put your head up.

Here.

We wants to take a nap with you.

Sleep tight, kid.

- You know, we really should turn her over

to the Child Welfare people.

- Been to juvenile hall lately?

- Yeah.

Alright, what do you say we go see

what Jake Henderson was doing with Pete Collier?

- Good idea.

McCall.

You know, maybe one of us better cover the back door

in case Jake tries to boogie outta here.

- Okay.

It's your idea, your job.

I'll go in. - Now wait a minute.

It's a pretty rough place in there.

- Okay, we'll flip a coin.

- Alright, we'll use my coin.

- Heads.

Heads.

- You cheat.

Next time, we'll use your coin.

The one with two tails.

Now come on, let's go.

Besides, you look like a cop.

They'll never make me.

It's the cops!

- I don't think you're gonna get very far

without this, Jake.

- Okay, Jake.

You wanna tell me why you bought up

all of Pete Collier's markers?

- Pete Collier, I never heard of him.

- How's your hearing now, Jake?

- So I picked up a few of his markers, so what?

I figured Pete Collier was due for a change of luck.

And 25 cents on the dollar,

how much could I lose, right?

- Yeah, well his luck,

it ran out altogether.

- It happens.

- You didn't get hurt though, did ya?

The way I figured, you're just about even.

You spent 7,500 buying up those markers

but you must have pulled in at least that much

when you unloaded Pete's birds.

- What birds?

You mean the pigeons?

I heard they flew away.

- Yeah, well if you happen to see them flyin' overhead,

you'll be sure to let us know, won't ya, Jake?

- Yeah.

Get outta here!

- I think he's gonna go tell on you, Hunter.

- Yeah, it'd be real nice to know to who.

- Come on.

- This is how we used to do it

when we were busting bookies in vice.

Here we go.

5-5-5,

7-7,

2-1.

- Deakin.

Jake.

Hey, what the hell did you get me into?

- What are you talkin' about?

I just got shoved around by a hard-nosed cop,

name of Hunter.

Now I ain't standin' still for this.

Deakin,

I'm tellin' ya.

- Cool it, Jake, just cool it.

Did he bust ya?

- No, but...

Then what are you worried about?

He's just blowin' smoke.

If he flashes his badge again, call me.

You didn't tell him nothin', did ya?

- Of course not!

Hey, there's no connection to you at all.

- Okay, I'll talk to you later.

- Okay, that's Nabor's Feed and Grain

off San Fernando Road, right?

That's a roger, L-56.

- Thanks, Lucille.

L-56 out.

Oh, whoa!

No, no, no, whoa!

You are not getting into my car with that.

It doesn't go with the upholstery.

- You're so picky.

This sauce is gonna eat right through my paint.

Why do you have all of that?

I bought a couple extra chili dogs for Ruffy.

- She doesn't have it tough enough being a homeless orphan?

- Alright, look, I ran that number down that Jake called.

You ready for this?

It belongs to a Nabor's Feed and Grain

out in the Northwest Valley.

It's owned and operated by a guy named Carl Deakin.

- You know what else?

There was a sack of pigeon feed

in Pete's loft with their name on it.

- Okay, well why don't you finish your

whatever and we'll go check it out.

L-56, standby for a patch call

from your precinct captain.

Standby, please.

Hey, where are you?

- Uh, Captain, this is McCall.

Hunter is, uh,

out of the car right now.

Can I help?

Yeah, I got a real upset lady

from Child Welfare on my phone

wanting to know what you two have done

with one of their charges.

I suggest you explain it to her.

Hold on while I patch her call into you.

- Great.

- Okay, now what do I tell her?

- Tell him you can't hear her

because your radio doesn't work.

Hunter, this is my car, not yours.

In my car, everything works.

- Except the radio.

- I'll take the reigns of this one, McCall.

You didn't even want this case.

Remember you said, "I'm not gonna go chase

"after a bunch of birds."

You remember that?

- This case is obviously bigger

than a bunch of missing birds.

I think we should do it my way, McCall.

Otherwise, somebody's gonna find out

you've been harboring a child

that should be in the custody

of the Child Welfare Department.

- You went along with it.

You are an accomplice.

- But she's in your apartment.

Would you like to come in and watch?

Comin'!

- Carl Deakin?

- Yeah, what do you want?

- A mutual friend sent me over to see ya.

Jake Henderson?

- About what?

- Well, he said you'd make me

a heck of a deal on some pigeons.

- I don't sell pigeons.

Only feed, a few quail,

and some loft equipment.

That's all.

- Oh, come on.

I was standin' right there

when he made the phone call.

- You're a cop, right?

- He made you, too.

What do you think tipped it off?

Was it something you said or did or

maybe it was just instinct?

- Oh, I think it was instinct.

Like me, I've got it, too.

Only on the other side of the fence.

Like right now,

I think you're lyin' to me about those birds,

and that maybe they're right here.

- I don't have to dance around with you, cop.

So get lost.

- We'd really like to see those birds, Deakin.

They belong to a little girl.

Now you don't mind if we look around, do you?

- If you got a warrant,

you can look 'til your eyes pop out.

If not,

there's the door.

- You want a paper?

I'll get the judge to issue me a paper.

But I gotta be honest with you, Deakin.

The next time I leave here,

this place isn't gonna be this neat.

And if you lied to me about

what you had to do about Pete Collier's

dyin' from bad credit and a broken neck,

you're gonna need some rearranging, too.

- What'd you tell Miguel?

Tell him we're gonna be down there tomorrow like we said.

And he better have the stuff ready.

Yeah, yeah, hasta la bye bye to you, too.

- How we gonna do that? - Do what?

- Go down there tomorrow.

- We're gonna fly down there, in the airplane.

How else?

- You know what I'm sayin', without the kid?

She's dropped into a black hole.

She shouldn't be that hard to find.

Where the hell could that kid be?

At a friend of Pete's, right?

And how many friends can a deadbeat like Pete have?

- I don't know, Deakin.

- Oh, another country heard from.

What's your problem?

Look, she's just a little girl.

- You're kidding, I thought she was your grandmother.

Let me tell you guys something.

The people that put up the money

for this run want that dope.

And if we don't deliver it,

we're all gonna wind up in a cemetery.

Any other problems?

Okay, let's go.

- There you are, Hunter.

Captain's been looking all over for you two.

Been running down those missing pigeons, have we been?

- Captain, huh?

- Uh oh.

Bogies at twelve o'clock.

- Hunter, McCall.

This is Miss Rankin.

These are the two officers you want to talk to.

Miss Rankin is with the Child Welfare Department.

I'm looking for Teresa Collier.

- Have you tried Missing Persons?

- Uh-uh.

You two are not gonna smoke this one past me.

Now everybody saw you leave here this morning

with the girl.

- Oh, Ruffy.

They mean Ruffy.

- Why didn't you say so?

- I have a court order to pick up that child.

- Do you have a foster home ready for her?

- My job is to pick up Teresa Collier

and take her into custody!

The girl is a truant and a runaway.

- That's a laugh.

She's got nothing to run away from or to.

A kid that age,

a foster home could take weeks, maybe months!

- Captain, I demand that you order these two

to tell me where I can find that girl!

- I'm sorry but an attempt has been made

to kidnap that girl.

She's also a possible witness in a crime.

So she's been placed under police protection

until this investigation is complete.

Unless you want to be responsible for what happens

when the men looking for her find her.

- Yeah.

- I didn't know anything about this.

But I think under the circumstances,

the girl should remain under police protection.

- Well I at least have to see her first.

I have to report back the conditions

in which she is being held and

who will be the supervising guardian.

- Ruffy?

Ruffy?

- Teresa?

Teresa, it's Miss Rankin from Child Welfare.

Teresa?

Alright, where is she?

- Sergeant,

if this girl has been kidnapped due to your negligence...

- Well she wasn't grabbed.

And she took Yank with her.

Looks like our little bird flew the coop.

- Why?

I've been trying to reach

you and your partner all day.

I still got that lady from the Child Welfare Department

and we know you have that girl.

Now call me or get your butt in here!

Hey, Dee Dee, I just wanted to give you a call

and let you know that last night was...

- Well...

Anyway, at least we know she's alright.

- Yeah, but for how long?

- If she's in danger,

the last place she needs to be is on the streets.

- A little girl with a birdcage

shouldn't be too hard to find, now should she?

- Benny's!

- Benny!

Ruffy!

Over here!

- Hunter!

- They got Ruffy.

- Who?

- I don't know, they got her.

- How many of them were there?

- There were two.

A big one and a bigger one.

- Easy, easy, easy.

- Okay.

- This is Sgt. McCall requesting an ambulance

at 6042 Tiverton.

Right.

Ambulance is on its way.

- Go find her.

Get her back, please!

I'll be okay.

- You sure?

- I'll be okay!

- You can relax, McCall.

Ain't nothin' here but us chickens.

- I'd have sworn they brought Ruffy here.

- They probably did.

- Where'd they take her?

- Probably the same place they took

those other pigeons that were in the coop.

- What do you suppose this is?

- Looks like a life vest for pigeons.

You see, they put 'em on the birds

when they have to fly over the water.

- You know, this does look like something

that would fit on a pigeon.

Has little pockets here.

This is heroin.

It's Mexican brown.

Hunter, that's what they're doing.

They're using pigeons to transport heroin!

- I guess that would work.

- With Pete dead,

Ruffy's the only one who knows how to run the birds.

I'll betcha they're on the way to Mexico right now.

Look, I'll get in touch with Immigration.

They can contact the border patrols

of both Tijuana and Tecate.

They won't have enough time

to drive to Mexico and back.

Hello?

- Yeah, Chuck?

Yeah, what can I do for ya?

- I'm calling about Mr. Deakin's airplane.

- What's the matter with you people?

How many times I gotta tell ya?

It's all gassed and the pigeons are on board.

- It is? Great.

Thanks a lot, Chuck, just checkin'.

Van Nuys Airport, quick.

- I could show you how to start the pigeons,

but I don't know where Uncle Pete trained 'em to land.

- You see, sweetie,

either you remember where Pete's place was in Agoura,

or we're gonna drop ya outta the plane

along with the pigeons.

Only you don't get no parachute.

- Wait! Wait a minute.

Uncle Pete gave me a picture of himself

in front of his old place in Agoura.

- Hey, look at that, will ya?

- Now you don't need me anymore.

You can let me go.

- Hit it, man! Cops!

- That's the whole load.

This is the last pigeon.

- I'm tellin' ya, I know this country.

There's a shopping center a couple miles

this side of that hill.

And a new housing development going up

five or so miles the other side.

- All I hope is you can find the place.

It should be easy enough to spot from the air.

That is, if the kid's tellin' us the truth.

- Ah, she's too scared to lie.

- If I didn't have the cash in my own hands,

I wouldn't believe that anybody in his right mind

would be doing business with you guys.

You hang a million bucks worth of dope

on a flock of pigeons?

Que estupidos!

You don't even know where they're gonna land.

- Let us worry about it, okay?

You'll see us in a couple of days after we turn this deal.

- Maybe you'll turn this load over

and maybe I'll hear from you.

Amigo.

I got other customers who are more of a sure thing.

Adios.

- Let me tell you something, cucaracha.

You wanna trade bad attitudes?

I got one with your name on it.

All you gotta do is show when and where I tell you to.

Or my pigeon-totin' friends

and I are gonna come back down here

and stomp on some sombreros.

Comprende, amigo?

- Hey!

I got all the dope you can buy, amigo.

Now if that stuff don't reach the people

who are bankrolling you,

it ain't my neck.

Vamanos.

Let's finish up here and get out.

- What the hell is this thing?

It's a vest they put on pigeons

so they can carry things.

You see, it's got these two little pockets here, Captain.

- We got it in the warehouse

where they were keeping the pigeons.

- Pigeons with their own little vests.

It's cute, Hunter.

- But what's all this got to do with

whether or not the girl was kidnapped?

- We think the people using these birds

are smuggling narcotics up from Mexico.

And they kidnapped the girl

because she's the only one that could manage the birds.

Using pigeons to smuggle narcotics?

If you're puttin' me on, Hunter...

Really, if you are putting him on, Hunter...

- The police chemist ran a check on this vest.

The preliminary report shows traces of pure,

uncut Mexican brown.

- How many birds did you say that were involved?

- There's 30, give or take.

Each bird can carry two ounces.

- Two ounces, big deal!

- Thirty pigeons,

each carrying two ounces of pure heroin.

28 grams to the ounce, cut it seven times,

and sell it on the street for $100 a gram,

and we come up with...

One million one hundred and seventy-six dollars.

- Exactly.

That would look pretty good on my...

On our precinct report.

Drug bust that size.

We might have a problem with that.

You see, this is the only bird we've got,

and he was trained to land in the city.

Now according to Ruffy,

the other birds are trained to land

in an entirely different location.

We think that's out at a coop in Agoura.

- Well what are you waitin' for?

Go out and pick 'em up.

- We can't.

Only Pete Collier and Ruffy

knew the whereabouts of that coop.

He's dead and she's been kidnapped.

Obviously because she can take Deakin right to the coop.

After we run a house-to-house in Agoura,

Deakin and the dope will be long gone

and the kid'll be stuffed in a well somewhere.

- You coulda talked all day without reminding us, Bernie.

- Just being realistic, McCall.

There goes our big bust!

- You know, Captain, I think Yank can help us.

- If he was half-parrot and could talk.

- Captain, according to Ruffy,

he was originally trained to the Agoura coop.

Now if we can make him go back there,

we can hang a radio direction finder on him.

If!

If your aunt had wheels, she'd be a wagon.

Now look, Pete trained this bird to land in the city coop.

- Pigeons are like cats.

They never forget where they live.

And if the current loft isn't acceptable,

they'll always return to their former roosting place.

- How are you gonna get him to move out, Hunter?

Move in a noisy neighbor next door to him?

- That's very cute, Bernie.

But I've got somethin' else in mind.

- Let him fly.

- Turn him loose, Terwilliger.

- Hey, right there.

Take her down, the barn right there.

I'm gonna go around the back and create a diversion.

- Yank!

- Hold it, kid!

- What the hell is this?

That looks like a transmitter.

- Freeze, police!

Stay put and put that gun down!

- You okay, honey?

- Yeah, I'm fine,

but I don't think he's doing so good.

Hunter, you alright?

- I think I sprained by back.

- That was a dumb stunt.

You coulda gotten killed.

- Well it worked for her.

- You guys will come see me, won't you?

- We sure will.

- You betcha, Ruffy.

Just as soon as you get into your new foster home.

- And you'll sure to tell 'em where, huh, Miss Rankin?

- Of course.

It's time to go.

- Gimme a hug.

You take care, huh?

- You, too.

- Bye, hon. - Bye.

- Be good.

Bye.

- So long, Ruffy.

You, too, big guy...

- Bird, there oughta be a law...

Good riddance.

Kids and animals don't belong in a police station anyway.

Bern, you better get a shot for that right away.

Otherwise, you might come down

with spikinosis of the mucket.

- You must really think I'm stupid, don't you, Hunter?

Well, when you've got me, you've got me, Bernie.

- Hunter, you ever think about having kids?

- No.

- Me either.