All language subtitles for Turner.and.Hooch.S01E04.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX.Hi

[dog toy squeaks]

[Scott] Hooch, let's tell
them what happened last week.

- What do you like to do for fun?
- I jog.

We could jog together
with Hooch and Angel.

- Yeah. How about Thursday?
- It's a date!

- Okay.
- On the calendar.

Scott? I thought that was you.

Brooke! What... What
are you doing here?

I just transferred to the
US Attorney's office here.

- Now we work in the same building.
- Great.

[Jessica] So that's her, huh?

The ex you've been hung up
on for the past five years?

[Laura] So, you
know that Wyatt guy?

The criminal from Dad's file.

I found his trailer.

Laura, you're gonna talk to him
yourself? That's a bad idea.

I'll come tomorrow. Okay?

I'll see you tomorrow.

[Hooch barks]

- [screams]
- [barks]

Stop, we just wanna talk to you.

[Wyatt] No! Get
away! Leave me alone!

We got off on the wrong
foot! Let's do a reset!

[barks]

[groans]

- Come on!
- [barks]

Stop!

[gasping]

[growling]

[grunts]

- I just wanna chat.
- [barks, whines]

You know, this is bull.

You've got no right
chasing me and tackling me!

You threw a frying pan through your window
at my head 'cause I knocked on your door.

What was I supposed to do?
You've got this big old dog.

- I was scared.
- Scared? Scared of what?

Scared he was gonna drool
and flood the place?

He's not Dogzilla.

All right. We're
not here to argue.

Look, our father
was Officer Turner.

Before he died, he was
conducting an investigation,

and your rap sheet
showed up in his files.

We just wanna know why.

Also, trying to brain
someone with a frying pan?

That's assault with
a deadly weapon.

So if you'd rather discuss
this with the police...

Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Look, hold up, okay?

Your dad was after this guy,
John, I worked for a few times.

Hired me to do
some little stuff.

Scare people. Break windows. Slash
tires. Set a small fire one time.

Why did he want you
to scare people?

I think he was trying to
buy their land for cheap.

Your dad made me tell him the
places John wanted me to hit.

- I did, and he let me go.
- You know John's last name?

No. It's like I told your dad, he's
just some slick dude in a suit.

He found me at the Crusty Pirate.
Said I could make some extra cash.

I did some jobs, got busted, moved
on to opportunities in the, uh…

[chuckles]

…pre-owned automotive space.

- That's it.
- That's it?

Our dad was investigating
a guy named John?

His files have major criminals in
them. Gangsters. Drug traffickers.

- If you are working with these guys...
- Yo, just back off, lady!

Lady?

How many criminal kingpins you know get
stuck with Aunt Gladys' old sofa, hmm?

Look, I already told you.
I don't know anything.

I believe him. That's the face of
a guy who doesn't know anything.

Yeah, whatever.

- [door slams]
- Hold on... That's it?

I mean, aren't there tricks,
like good cop, bad cop?

First of all, I'm not a cop.

Secondly, it takes two
cops for good cop, bad cop.

- Not a cop and a veterinary assistant.
- Okay.

Plus, I think he told
us everything he knows.

Then let's get Dad's records and
see if there's a John that...

As in the most popular
name in the world?

No, I can't. I got a
big meeting with Brooke.

- Wait, Brooke?
- Uh, the assistant US attorney.

Oh, my God. "Brooke" Brooke.

Like, the Brooke that launched
a thousand mopey playlists?

- I thought she dumped you.
- She didn't dump me, okay?

She got a job in New York,
where dreams are made.

Anyway, it's strictly professional
and none of your business.

- Okay, fine.
- Hey, hey.

If you're gonna be professional
with your ex soul mate,

I'll see if my ex can
get us the records.

What? Grady's a
cop. He can help.

Yeah, but doesn't stuff between
you guys get, like, messy?

[scoffs] You're thinking of
the old Laura. I got this.

I like the confidence.

Don't be nervous. It's
just a meeting, right?

She's just a regular
old AUSA like any other.

With perfect hair
and flawless skin.

Who played tennis in college

and spent her summers teaching
Somalian kids how to watercolor.

- So, that's cool.
- [elevator dings]

I'm not nervous.
You're nervous. No.

- Scott.
- Hey.

- Thanks for meeting me.
- Oh, my...

- Oh.
- I'm sorry. My dog's v-very, um, moist.

I think that's why they
invented the elbow bump.

- Ah.
- [chuckles]

I was so surprised when I heard you
were doing security on my trial.

I know. [Chuckles] It's so
funny. It's a funny coincidence.

I-I didn't even
know it was yours.

Well, I-I hope it's okay. I
thought marshals hated court duty.

Uh…

Didn't Eleanor Roosevelt say, "You
should do something you hate every day"?

This really smart girl I once knew
used to quote her all the time.

Right.

- You survived my women's studies phase.
- Yes.

The summer of hairy
pits and kombucha.

- The kombucha was good.
- [chuckles]

You sure this isn't gonna be
awkward? You know, given our history…

Come on. It was so long ago.

Okay, good.

Uh… Just wanted to let you
know what you signed up for.

It's a murder trial
of a Mafia capo.

There have been threats against the judge,
so he will need door-to-door protection.

We can handle it.
Who's the judge?

Oh, you didn't know. Uh,
Judge Broderick Nelson.

Judge Nelson.

Huh.

Forty years I've
been on the bench.

I don't need a babysitter.
Especially a Jonas brother.

[Mendez] Scott Turner's
an outstanding deputy.

He'll put together
a top-notch team.

Team, huh? So him, that
and what? 101 dalmatians?

The K-9 unit enhances
door-to-door security.

I have total confidence in
them both, as does the AUSA.

Your Honor, the threat is
real. The FBI confirmed...

Thank you, Taylor Swift.

Any of these security experts
here born before the '90s?

Eighty-eight.

Sorry.

Fine, do what you have to
do. Just don't get in my way.

I won't.

Unless I'm stopping
a bullet for you.

- [groans]
- Okay.

Not sure why you volunteered
for this, Turner.

- May God have mercy on your soul.
- Thank you.

All right, buddy. This is Brooke's
big case. We gotta be wired tight.

That means no licking shoes, no
drooling. Professional. Starting now.

[farts]

- Mmm.
- Wow.

That's professional? I don't wanna
see what casual Friday looks like.

Or sounds like.

- Oh, God. Or smells like.
- It assaults the nostrils.

Hey, uh, so I've got a job.

Oh, I heard. You need
help with Judge Nelson?

[sucks teeth] Yeah, I'd love
to, but, yeah, the baby.

And Chief says it's only
desk duty from here on out.

You know, it's court security.

Yeah, you ride in a car,
you sit in a courtroom.

No bang-bang shoot-shoot.
Sit-sit, chill-chill. No?

I just need a little help.

Do you know he still makes people
pick up trash on the highway

like he did as a state judge?

Everyone's just too scared to tell
him federal judges can't do that.

Come on. This is
an important case.

Yeah, important to you.

I read the file. Your
ex-girlfriend's the AUSA.

What's her name?
Prosecutor Barbie?

- It's Brooke. Prosecutor Brooke.
- Oh.

And it's not about her. It's about
the judicial process. Heard of it?

Hooch, you buying this?

[groans]

Yeah, me neither.

Listen, Scott.

Even if I wanted
to, which I don't,

the chief is convinced
I'm a bullet magnet.

- He'd never approve it.
- Well, what am I supposed to do?

I had to promise to change
the oil on Barrios's car

and buy 15 boxes of candy
bars from Jenna's kid

just to get a backup team.

I need another deputy for the main
detail, and I-I've asked everyone else.

Oh. Everyone?

What about X?

Everyone from Earth.

Also, X has been a
deputy for 15 years.

He's not gonna wanna
do court security

with a guy who's been on
the streets a few months.

Or you could just go to your
ex-girlfriend and beg off the case.

I'm sure she'd think
that was so hot.

Fine.

Come on, Hooch.

- Hey, Turner.
- Sorry to interrupt whatever that is.

[whale call on headphones]

You know, I know we
don't talk a lot,

but I'm doing court security, and
I need someone for the main detail.

And before you say no, let me
just say, I will owe you forever.

- Like, any job you need me for, I'm th...
- Sure.

I mean, it's for Judge Nelson.

- Is the dog in on this?
- [Scott] Yeah.

And I know there have been incidents,
but we have been working tirelessly...

Cool.

I'm gonna learn a lot from you.

You've got an old
soul. I can tell.

[whines]

Wh...

Reminds me of my grandpa.

Yeah…

So I'll send you the schedule,
and then we'll... Okay, thank you.

[sighs] Okay, just gonna
go see your ex-husband.

No big deal.

Just get him to give
you Dad's police files.

Find out about this John guy.

Gonna keep it short. Gonna
keep it professional.

You can do this. [Sighs]

- [Matthew] Dad, look out!
- You got it. You got it. Go, go, go.

- Oh! [Chuckles]
- Grady? Hello! The door's unlocked.

Yeah, so I don't have to
pause for the pizza guy.

Or an ax murderer.

[both chuckle]

Can we stay for pizza, Mom?

Hello to you too, son that I birthed.
And, no, I have to study. Get your stuff.

Aw.

[groans]

Um, hey, can you pause this for
a second? I have a favor to ask.

- Go for it. I'm all about multitasking.
- It's about my dad.

I was hoping you could get some
records from his last investigation

from the police station.

And I thought while you
were at work, you could...

Oh, come on! What am
I doing wrong here?

You can't beat this level alone.
You need someone to watch your six.

You know I do. Get
your controller.

I mean, if your
mom says it's okay.

- Grady, I literally just said...
- Dad needs help, Mom.

- You always say to put family first.
- Nice.

You do say that.

Okay, just until you
beat this level though.

Yes!

You could play too, Mom.

He's right. We will win
faster with three players.

That's what you get
for messing with Mommy!

- Boom!
- I used my aura.

There you go.

[Laura squeals]

- Holy bruise!
- Don't you lose me!

- All right. It's right behind me!
- Eat it!

- Oh, there he is! Go! Go! Go! Go! Go!
- [grunts]

- You need a fourth?
- Yeah!

- [dogs whining]
- [woman] Walter. Walter! Up.

- [Scott] Hey!
- Hi!

[Scott] Thank you for doing
this on such short notice.

I, uh, I remember you
said you liked chocolate.

Ah, cool! I've actually been trying
to train myself with chocolate,

like the same way I
train dogs with treats.

So far I've trained myself
to eat a lot of chocolate.

But it's still early.

Well, you run out, I got
ten more boxes in my trunk.

Uh, like I said on the phone,

I need Hooch for a
judicial protection detail.

Right. Okay, so about K-9
protection, it covers a lot.

Do you wanna start with explosives
training? Attack training?

Yeah, I think we might wanna
set our sights a bit lower.

I just need to make sure

he doesn't try to get a
belly rub from the defendant.

- [chuckles]
- I just... I really need this to go well.

Okay. I say we start with focus. Keeping
his attention where you direct it.

Well, I... I don't
know if that's Hooch.

Oh, sure, it is. You know how a dog
looks where a human is pointing?

They're one of the only animals
that can do that. It's amazing.

Hooch, look!

Look at the door. Good.
Now look at Scott. Good.

Just directing his attention.
You try. Your focus is his focus.

Okay. Hooch, look.

Look at the chair.

Yeah.

- Try something else? Okay.
- Yeah. Just switch it up.

Hooch, look at the door.

[whines]

Hoo... Oh. Okay,
sure. Look at Erica.

Now he's directing my attention
'cause I'm looking at you.

You'll get it. [Chuckles]
You're so good-looking...

Good at looking for things. Like
keys. You ever lose your keys?

I lose my keys so much that
I trained Angel to find them.

- Huh.
- Do you wanna see?

- Angel! Keys. Watch this.
- [Angel barks]

Oh.

- Oh.
- Here they are. Pants.

Yep, that's where they are. They
were just there in my pants.

- Yeah.
- What a weird place for them.

Anyways, good look...
Luck. Good luck!

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

Morning. So I planned our route.
If we leave here by 7:30...

You changed your hair gel.

- What's that about?
- Nothing.

No one changes their
hair gel for nothing.

Maybe we should focus.
I have an itinerary.

Itineraries are two-dimensional. I
like to approach a case holistically.

You know, take in everything.

But my hair gel doesn't
have anything to do...

You tied a double Windsor too.

- Are you trying to impress someone?
- No.

- Is it me?
- No.

- The judge?
- I'm not trying to impress anyone, okay?

Ju... I... I have an itinerary.

Judge expected you five minutes ago.
May God have mercy on your soul.

Why do people keep saying that?

- Good morning, Your Honor.
- It was a good morning five minutes ago.

Now it's a fiasco.

I assure you, sir, we have
more than enough time.

- Not if you include my errands.
- Errands?

A crazy thing my generation does
where we go to actual stores

and get things in person.

Well, sir, any unplanned
route does increase risk.

Risk? Try me without coffee.

Let's get the judge coffee.

Xavier, what's your status? Is
the situation under control?

That's a negative. Situation
is deteriorating rapidly.

This is not light starch! It's
heavy! I can tell the difference!

[cell phone rings]

- [in deep voice] Deputy Marshal Turner.
- [Brooke] Hey! It's me.

What happened to your
voice? Are you getting sick?

Uh, no. No. [Clears
throat] It's, uh, weird.

Okay. Just, uh, checking
everything's okay.

Um, court's about to start.

Yeah, we're almost there. We,
uh, we had a couple detours.

You know, forget the mob, I'm pretty
sure every barista and clerk in town

wants to kill Judge Nelson.

Scott, I know
Nelson can be tough,

but I just feel a lot better
knowing you're on detail

and everything's under control.

I can't believe they tried to
fool me with the light stuff.

- Sorry. One sec.
- Like I wouldn't know the difference!

- And where's my damn doughnut?
- One Boston cream doughnut.

That's powdered sugar.

Boston cream has chocolate.
That's Bavarian cream!

Duly noted.

- [Brooke] Scott? Scott?
- Sorry.

Uh, yeah, under control.
Everything. I... I'll see you soon.

Okay, we gotta roll.

We'll guard the exits,
monitor the gallery,

and I'll be posted next to
you for added protection.

Let me make something clear.
A courtroom needs order.

Disturb that order,

and you'll mull the error of your
ways picking up trash by the highway.

- Understood?
- Understood.

I appreciate the
need for order, sir,

but technically a federal judge
can't order people to pick up trash.

Oh, really?

Perhaps you'd like to argue
this bit of constitutional law

in front of one of my
colleagues in federal court?

Good choice, Nick Jonas.

- [whines]
- [Nelson] And this animal…

Is it gonna be a problem?

No, sir. He's, um, he's
trained for security work.

Hooch, look.

That's more like it.

Better late than never.

The government will prove

that the defendant, Mr. Bianchi,
is guilty of murder.

We have overwhelming law enforcement
surveillance video and audio

confirming his culpability.

So why not plead guilty?

Simple.

He wants to frighten and
intimidate those who seek justice.

[chuckles]

Smirk again in my courtroom,
and you'll be sorry.

- You're the one that's gonna be sorry.
- Sir, you are in contempt.

You got no idea
what I'm capable of.

Counselors, in my chambers, now!

- Your Honor, my client meant nothing.
- Oh, I know what he meant.

He speaks again, he'll be
in cuffs and leg irons.

This dog is better behaved.

That is an insult to my client and
to Italian-Americans everywhere.

Your Honor, Mr. Bianchi's
words were direct threats.

[lawyer] He's just a
man who speaks his mind.

- The counsel is hysterical.
- Hysterical?

Setting aside that
sexist dog whistle,

counsel is appropriately
concerned with the judge's safety.

[Scott] Agreed.

Mr. Mancuso, unless you want
your client in solitary,

I suggest you start showing the
prosecutor and the judge a little respect.

You still looking
at my hair gel?

- Yes.
- [stammers] Can you stop?

I know you have this whole
"holistic approach" or whatever,

but I assure you, it has
nothing to do with our job.

- And you're sure about that?
- Yeah, I'm absolutely sure.

Can we be sure of anything?

You know, it's not the answers,
Scott. It's the questions.

I have a question. Can we just put the
philosophy aside for a second, okay?

We have, like, a really
important job to do here.

[cashier] May I please
take your order?

Hi, can we get three
chicken tacos, please?

With Monterey Jack cheese, not cheddar,
on two corn tortillas, one flour,

in a bag labeled "Judge
only. Do not touch."

Per your request.

[sighs]

Where's the extra hot sauce?

Extra hot sauce is on its way.

[sighs]

[cell phone rings]

- Hey, how's it going?
- Hey.

I just spoke to the chief
about Bianchi's threat.

Already on it. I've
doubled up security.

I've got deputies on
the judge's house 24-7,

and starting tomorrow, we're
gonna take alternate routes

to and from the courthouse.

Wow, that's amazing.

Well, you know, it's, uh, what I
trained for. Thinking of every angle.

Judge's tacos are getting cold.
We gotta roll on that hot sauce.

[Brooke] What's that?

- Hot sauce?
- [Scott] Nothing.

It's nothing.

Yeah, it's actually marshal lingo.
"Hot sauce" means, uh, security threat.

So I should go.

It's for the prosecutor,
isn't it? The hair gel?

Okay, fine. Yeah, it is
a little bit for her.

We knew each other a long time
ago. We dated a little bit.

And I don't know, I just
wanted to look nice.

You do look very nice.

Thank you.

Now, why's it so important
to impress the prosecutor?

Not that it's any of your business,
but, um, you know, when we were dating,

I was like this low-level admin
and she was this big, fancy lawyer.

And I wanted to show her
things are different now.

Now I'm wasting my time picking up
hot sauce for a tyrant in a robe.

No such thing as a waste of
time. Every moment matters.

You know, one time I was out by myself
and this wave was coming at me...

And you surfed the wave and
something profound happened.

- Am I right?
- No, not that kind of wave.

It was a wave of
insurgents in Afghanistan.

Oh. Um, I...

I guess in that situation
every moment does matter.

And I remember
thinking to myself,

"If I live, I will waste no
experience, no second of my life."

Which is very wise.

And I-I don't mean to take
anything away from that,

but we're currently picking up
hot sauce at a drive-through.

Hi.

- You really like hot sauce.
- Yeah.

- Got us some extra. Just in case.
- [Scott] In case of what?

- Exactly.
- Exactly.

[whines]

- You still here?
- Yeah.

Just finishing time sheets.

Remember to convert yours
to dog years, Hooch.

You know, ten hours of overtime

for driving a judge back
and forth from work.

[chuckles] I'm the world's
most expensive Uber.

And I can't even rate the judge
'cause I'd give him zero stars.

Ouch. Hooch behaving himself?

[Scott] Actually,
he's been perfect.

Like, weirdly perfect.

For once, I have no
issues with my dog.

Uh, Xavier, on the other hand, wh...
[scoffs] What is this guy's deal?

You could learn

"a lot from him." Yes,
you keep saying that.

And you keep ignoring it.

What is supposed to be
so impressive, exactly?

- His, um, his obsession with condiments…
- [sighs]

…or his keen observation
of my hairstyle?

- That is a lot of gel.
- It's been a very long day.

Yeah, and not one
strand is outta place.

Listen, Scott, I know Xavier
has his own way of doing things,

but just try to keep
an open mind, okay?

[Scott] Okay.

It's open. It's open.

- Hey, Laur.
- Hey, Scotty.

Just leaving work. Any luck
getting Dad's records from Grady?

Well, it's been
kinda complicated.

Complicated? Just ask for them.

It's Grady.

I spent six hours searching
for alien overlords.

- I finally got 'em.
- W-Wait. So you got the records?

No, the alien overlords.

Ugh. Gosh! You know,
I was so focused.

But then he did that
thing that he always does,

where he uses Matthew to
guilt me into doing stuff.

And before I know it, it's like I'm in
my early 20s just wasting my life away.

Now I'm late studying
for the vet tech exam,

and I'm out of milk
for the mac and cheese.

And the records?

Oh, Grady says he's gonna poke
around at work and get back to me.

Hey, Scott. [Sighs]

What if I'm not strong enough?

What if being a princess at the
Cypress Beach Guacamole Festival

is all I'm ever gonna amount to?

Five minutes with Grady,
and I turn into a slacker.

Laura, listen to me, okay?

You are strong. You're
capable. You can do this.

Just replace the
milk with water.

Right, yeah. Strong. Capable.

Water! Shoot!

[screams]

Sorry, Scotty. I gotta go.

- Oh, no. My vet study book.
- Is everything okay?

[Erica] Whoo-hoo.

Loving this power walk. It is
so much easier than jogging.

Yeah. Thanks for coming. It's
good to have the company.

- You wanna rest, or...
- Yes, rest.

- Yeah?
- That's a great idea.

- Just a little rest.
- Yeah.

[groans]

Your hair is different.

Oh, and your skin too.
Did you exfoliate?

Uh, the, uh… The... The judge I'm
protecting's big on appearances.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

That's unusual.

Actually, about that. Um…

I wanted to thank you
for your help with Hooch.

He has been amazing.
Just totally focused.

That's so great.

For once, he just gets
it. Hey, watch this.

Hooch, look.

- [barks]
- [Erica] Oh.

- [Scott] Hooch, no!
- Oh!

Sorry! He's friendly. Kinda.

It's so weird. I-I swear he
was perfect for the judge.

Did he forget, or is he
just messing with me?

No, I don't think
he's messing with you.

Um, maybe you were just
focused on the judge.

You know, dogs always pay attention
to what their owners pay attention to.

Right.

Yeah, but not always. I
mean, Angel's not watching me

- because you're pay...
- No.

Obviously.

[whines]

Well, I should probably
get back to work.

- I'll get Hooch.
- Okay.

Angel.

Seriously? Be cool.

Hi. Sorry. Hey, bud.

Buh-bye.

I know. Just...

Grady, I spent an entire afternoon
with you blasting aliens into plasma.

- You said you would get the records.
- And I will.

I mean, I am.
They're in storage.

I had to sign a form.
It's a whole thing.

[Matthew] Watch me, Dad.

- [Grady chuckles] Sweet, buddy!
- Careful.

Okay, so then why couldn't
you just call me and tell me?

I thought you'd want
to hear in person.

Besides, thought maybe the little
man would want to get some breakfast.

Really? Awesome.

No. No, no, no. I have to go
to work. I have things to do.

Matt-Matty, tell your
mom she can be late.

Come on. It's breakfast.

You always do that. You can't
just use Matthew against me.

I'm not.

Hey, Matthew. I'm not using
you against your mom, am I?

It's not Dad's fault, Mom. You
just never want to do fun stuff.

It's just errands and work.

What about yesterday? Didn't
we play video games all day?

Sure. But that's only
because we were here.

- It's always fun at Dad's.
- [chuckles]

Okay, fine. Let's get breakfast!

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

Here you go.

- We are not BMX-ing.
- You gotta work up an appetite.

- Oh, my…
- Hyah.

- Saddle up, partner.
- [Laura] Mom, hi.

Yeah, I'm gonna be a little
late to the clinic this morning.

I believe this building has
a perfectly good front door.

I'm aware of that, sir.

But the defendant
threatened you yesterday.

If he's got someone after you,
they'll be watching the front.

So I get to follow up my breakfast
with a nice stroll by the dumpster?

You. Sunglasses. You really
think this is necessary?

Agent Turner's not wrong.
The streets are wide open.

What are we actually
worried about?

Oh. Am I going to get shot by a
sniper if I'm not in a filthy alley?

- We're in Bogotá now?
- With all due respect, sir, it's possible.

Any of these tall structures
could be a sniper location.

That rooftop over there, for
example. Or that parking gar...

Shooter! Everyone, down!

- [Hooch barks]
- [gunfire]

[both grunt]

Support team, we have an active shooter
in the parking garage at Orange and Polk!

Requesting backup!

- Sir, are you okay?
- It's "Your Honor"!

Your Honor, are you okay?

No! I am not okay! There's
rancid Chinese food back here.

- I'm sorry, Your Honor!
- Then I suggest you do something!

[whispering] Go, go.

[grunts]

I think he's gone!
Everyone okay?

[Nelson] You've got
to be kidding me.

Unfortunately, it appears the sniper
got away before backup arrived.

Which leaves us
with exactly zero.

What... What's that...
What is that smell?

- It's... It's lo mein, sir.
- I can confirm that.

- Lo mein?
- Lo mein.

Might have been a thinner
noodle. A chow mein, perhaps.

Equally as delicious.

What we do know is that this
was a sophisticated attack.

The sniper probably worked
for the Bianchi family.

- We're dealing with a pro.
- Could use a pro or two ourselves.

You led me right into the line of
fire. What kind of idiot does that?

I assure you, Your Honor,
that was the safest route.

Are you arguing with me?

- No, no, I'm just pointing out...
- [Nelson] Go ahead.

Keep arguing. I dare you.

You know...

[horn honks]

I risked my life for
that guy. And Hooch's!

We should be figuring out how
that sniper knew our location,

instead of being forced to
volunteer and pick up...

Is that a diaper, Hooch?
Gross! Put it down!

- You seem upset.
- Oh, do I? Yeah.

I'm upset because
this is upsetting.

You think the prosecutor won't
be impressed with you now?

[chuckles] Why wouldn't she be, right?
Yeah, I'm sure she'd be really wowed

by my skills at picking up beer cans
and putting them in orange buckets!

I know it's hard to see,
but it's like riding a wave.

You feel the way a case wants
to take you, and you go with it.

We're on the verge of
something. I can feel it.

No! No! No, we're not on
the verge of anything.

Look, I don't know what
planet you're from, bro,

but I've had enough of
your weird surfer wisdom.

There's no lesson to be learned
from getting extra hot sauce, dude.

Prying filth from my dog's mouth

is not the universe trying
to guide me to anything.

This is how it always feels
right before the wave breaks.

Then everything comes together.

Stop it. Stop talking. Shh.

Stop it.

Where are you getting
those diapers? [groans]

[gags]

That's it. I'm getting
you out of here.

Erica, it's Scott. I
need a really huge favor.

Check it out!

Awesome, Dad!

Yeah.

[chuckles] Whoo!

Aren't you glad we rode bikes?

Couple more miles, and
those pancakes are gone.

- That garbage truck almost took me out.
- [chuckling] Nice!

It really wasn't.

Still. Up high.

No, no. It's time
for us to go home.

- Mom, no. Dad's gonna make waffles.
- Yeah.

But we just had pan... Put
your bike away. Get your stuff.

[groans] Just go.

What's the rush?

It's been two hours. I'm
late for work. I'm sweaty.

And... And my butt hurts from this
stupid, miniature circus-clown bike.

It's not a clown
bike. It's a BMX.

So you can do bunny hops
without hitting your...

Do you have the records or not?

Okay.

- It looks like he's got 'em.
- Great.

They're on microfiche.

Microfiche went out in the 1980s.
What date did you give him?

2018. I wrote it on my arm.

And then?

And then I... And then
I went boogie boarding.

And it may have smeared.
Okay! That's on me.

I have an idea.

I'll fix the thing with the records,
and then we'll have a second breakfast.

- Waffle bar!
- [Matthew] Yeah!

- No.
- What? Why not?

Because someone has
to be the grown-up.

He hasn't done his homework
or had vegetables in days.

Grady, you cannot
do this to me again.

- Do what?
- Create a situation which I can't win.

You come up with some fun idea,

and I have to say yes,
or I'm the mean parent.

- I thought you liked to have fun.
- I do, but I'm not 22 anymore, okay?

Life is more than just fun and games
and shoes that look like gloves.

High five.

Get the records now!

These shoes are awesome.

Animal safety emergency.

Thank you for coming. I
gotta get him out of here

before he eats all the
garbage from here to Marin.

No problem.

So, I guess the judge-protecting
thing didn't go so well?

Not really.

Yeah, about that. I was
thinking about what you said

about how Hooch was paying
attention to the judge...

It doesn't matter anymore.

I'm off the assignment. The judge
put the chief on it personally.

Oh.

But still, it's good to just
know why a dog acts weird.

And I was wondering if you remember when
Hooch started focusing on the judge.

- You know, when he saw Judge Nelson.
- It was after that.

Hooch didn't focus until
after Nelson put on his robe.

Actually, you're right.
Why would that be?

Could be so many things.
The smell. Sound.

Even basic electronics make an
ultrasonic sound only dogs can hear.

Wait a second.

Xavier, when we went to pick up the
judge's robe, you remember the window?

I can't believe they'd pass off heavy
starch as light to a judge of my stature.

Like I wouldn't
know the difference.

It was broken. Like
someone robbed the place.

What if someone broke in to put
something on the judge's robe?

A listening device or a tracker.

That would be how
the sniper found us!

Guess it's a good thing
Hooch ate that diaper.

Not what I meant. That's
just a coincidence!

- Can we use your car?
- Yes!

Thank you.

Jess? Jess, it's Scott.
Give me the chief.

I can't.

He's radio silent for security reasons.
It's just the chief and the judge.

- Well, then put me through to the court.
- No can do. They just adjourned.

Jess, they're in
danger. Get them now!

Hey, hey! You can't just leave!

[tires screech]

- [honks]
- [tires screech]

They couldn't have gotten far.

I don't see the chief or
Nelson. They could be anywhere.

W-Wait, I have an idea.

If the judge has a bug on him,
how far away can Hooch hear him?

Depends on the frequency,
but pretty far.

Okay. Hooch, where's your friend?
Go find the funny noise, okay?

- Go find the mean judge. Go find him!
- [barks]

Where is he? Find him. Find
him. Let's go. Let's go!

- This is exciting!
- Clear the way!

US Marshals!

Sorry! Sorry, it's my first
chase. I'm so sorry! Cute top!

- Down! Take cover!
- Get down! Down, down, down!

- [gunfire]
- [screaming]

I'm just a dog trainer!

[screaming continues]

He's up there!

- What are you doing?
- Saving your stupid life!

[Mendez] He's on the move!

I'll cover the judge. You
and the dog got this, Turner?

[Hooch barks]

NorCal ComCenter, Judge Nelson's
security detail is under fire.

We have an active shooter at the
construction site parking garage

at Elm and Third.

- Scott!
- I do not have a visual.

I need USMS personnel to respond to
our location and surround the plaza...

- I have an idea. The receiver!
- What?

If Hooch could hear
the transmitter,

then he could probably
hear the receiver too.

- Whatever the assassin is using...
- He could lead us to him.

- Yes!
- You're brilliant!

[sighs]

Hooch, go find the other
funny noise, right?

Find the other funny noise
and the other mean man.

[Hooch barks]

Erica. Erica, stay with
them. Sniper, remember?

Right, sorry. Be careful.

[squeals]

This is so exciting!

- Get down!
- [screams]

[horn honks]

Where is he, Hooch? Where
is he? Find him, boy.

[barks]

[Scott] Freeze!

Drop your weapon. Do not
move! Get on the ground!

[panting, grunting]

[grunting continues]

Little help?

[squirts]

[shouts]

Ow, my eye!

[panting]

[barks]

Thanks for all the help, Hooch.

The stuff on his
teeth is so gross.

The stuff on your teeth is so gross.
That's why I make you brush it.

They're mostly baby teeth.

Dad says I don't have to worry about
them till I get the real thing.

[knocks]

Here.

He said that?

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey, Dad.
- What's up, partner?

- This a bad time?
- Depends why you came.

[imitates fanfare]

Hey, bud. It's your lucky
day. You're gonna finish up.

- Remember, gentle circles, okay?
- Okay.

Here, hold his collar.

[dog whines]

- Got the records.
- Amazing.

Sorry it took so long and, you know,
I wasted so much time having fun.

I just kinda miss the old days.

I'm really sorry
I blew up at you.

It's not like you made me
do those things. It was fun.

Then why were you so "yell-y?"

Because being an adult is hard.

I'm just really trying
to get my life together.

At the same time,

I don't want all of Matthew's
memories to be of me saying, "No."

It's not fair. You get to be
the cool BMX, video game dad,

and I just get to
be vegetable mom.

Aw, come on.

Hey, speaking of video games,
I got the new Call of Duty.

- No.
- Hard no?

- Hard no.
- Hard, hard no?

- Yes. But thank you for this.
- It's your loss.

Yo, little man. Dad hug it out?

Up high! Down low, side, five!

[together] Go us!

Love you, buddy.

- I'll see you around.
- Thank you.

- You stay cool.
- [Matthew chuckles]

Don't feel bad, Mom.

Dad's fun, but I ate so much sugar
I think I pooped a jelly bean.

- Oh, no.
- [both chuckle]

I like vegetables, Mom.

[Laura] Aw.

Mwah.

You okay?

How many times did you
get slammed into that car?

Oh, five? Six? Sneven?

Did I just say "sneven"? Maybe
it was more than I thought.

Hey, um, look, I know... I know things
got a little rocky there between us.

- Did it?
- Yeah, you remember the yelling?

The point is, I don't know
how, but I guess you were right

about the hot sauce
and the diaper,

and I-I just think I got aggravated
because nothing seems to bother you.

You remember that wave of insurgents
in Afghanistan I told you about?

- Yeah.
- I lost a lot of friends that day.

Went to a dark place.

Until I realized everything is either
all terrible, or it's all good.

You know, Jess said I
could learn from you.

And I guess I did.

You wanna learn?

Question to ask yourself now is,

"What do you do when
the diaper isn't dirty?"

[cell phone rings]

I'm gonna take this call.

Hi, Laura. One sec.

I usually take calls privately.

- Hi.
- Hey, Scotty. Are you busy?

No, no, no. I'm just
wrapping up. Uh…

[chuckles]

You know, I'm... I'm
not exactly sure.

Okay, cool.

Well, anyway, good
news. I got the records.

Oh, great!

I was hoping you'd come up tonight
and help me go through them.

Tonight? What's the rush?

Scott, I just spent two days
with Grady getting these.

You know what that means.

But, you know, I gotta debrief,
and I got a lot of paperwork.

Please, it would mean so
much to me if you came.

I really think that you believing
in me gave me the strength

to escape the Grady
zone for once.

- Wow. Serious?
- Totally.

I don't think it's an accident Dad gave
you a dog that you need my help with,

and gave me a case that
I need your help with.

So?

Okay.

- I'll be there.
- Thanks.

[phone beeps]

I got a preliminary
report from the FBI.

It looks like the assassin
was a known Mafia hit man.

The case against Bianchi
just got a lot stronger.

Excellent work, Chief Mendez. I
knew I was right to insist on you.

[stammers] Your Honor?
Just a little thing.

My partner and I were wondering
if our sanitation service

could be considered complete?

Fine. You've done enough.

Thank you for saving
my "stupid" life.

Oh. You heard that, huh?

People say crazy things
in the heat of battle.

One time I screamed, "Banana!"
So, doesn't mean anything.

We'll need to put together a new
security detail for the retrial.

Retrial? What are
you talking about?

Well, I thought in light of
the attack, you'd adjourn.

Nothing's being adjourned.
We need to send a message.

- Agreed.
- The trial continues.

Chief Mendez will come on as
head of my security detail.

- Will that be a problem?
- Not at all. Happy to serve.

May God have mercy on your soul.

[sighs]

Hey, I heard about the drama.

- How'd it go with Xavier?
- Honestly, I'm not entirely sure.

Are you kidding? You
guys were amazing.

You saved the judge, the chief, and
I'm pretty sure you saved me too.

Nah, Hooch did most of the work.

Well then, Hooch is a hero.

So are you.

I never would have forgiven myself
if something had happened to you.

[Erica] Oh.

Uh…

- Hi. Is this a bad time?
- Hey.

- It's a bad time.
- No, no, no. Um…

Erica Mounir, this is Brooke
Mailer. Brooke, this is Erica.

You know, without Erica, things today
would have gone a lot different.

She figured out what
was going on with Hooch.

Oh, my gosh! You're
the dog lady!

Yes! I mean, I'm a
lady and I have dogs.

Yep, that checks out.

Scott, you didn't tell me how
adorable the dog lady was.

Oh, thank you.

Scott, you didn't tell me that the
prosecutor had such great hair.

And your skin is just
flawless. And perfect teeth.

Okay.

- Oh, hey, Jess.
- Hey.

I was just here because I parked
my van next to the courthouse

where I dropped you off,
and I guess it got towed.

- So I was wondering...
- We'll take care of that.

Thank you. That is the
only reason I am here.

I am glad you are well.

All of you.

Namaste.

[whines]

Well, um, I should go too. Let
you get back to saving the world.

Hey, do you think that
once this trial's over,

maybe we could reconnect?

Grab some dinner sometime?

Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that.

Oh, and I like the new hair.
It's cool. It suits you.

[whimpers]