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Stay down, Homer!

Hey!

Crazy!

You're a moron Talbot and you're a monster we could have made a fortune

at how many people's expense no humanitarians they are so boring you

know what i want you'll never find it i'll never tell you i'll die first

unfortunately you are right no no

no find it get his wallet might be something in it we can use

Go.

All

right.

There's no one inside.

Three cars in a high -speed chase, but nobody's home?

There's got to be something. Spread out, guys.

What the hell was that?

It's coming from that building.

It's back here.

Get off the dead guy.

I think you better define nice to the dog.

He won't let me or any of my people near him. He's mourning his master.

You know, I've heard some dogs lay on their master's grave and starve to death

because they're so sad. I don't have time for him to starve to death.

I'm going to call animal control to come down here and shoot him.

Good boy.

Good boy.

He knows I'm trying to make him feel better.

He is a very wise dog.

Good. He's yours.

I don't need a dog.

Just think of it as interdepartmental cooperation.

There's no telling what the medical examiner would have done if you hadn't

gotten what's -his -name out of him.

His name is Homer.

It's on his tech. I don't know what his name is, but he likes you.

Unfortunately, the dead man didn't have a wallet on him.

The car belonged to a Nathan Talbot in Reseda.

I tried to call, but nobody answered the phone.

Then we better get over there and see what we can find.

I will go with you.

What about Homer?

I can take him off your hands.

Ted Clayton.

Animal control.

Medical examiner's office call says there's a vicious dog down here. Needs

dealt with right away.

That vicious dog?

Everything's an emergency with him.

All right, come on, pooch.

Um, Samuel, you want to take Homer down to Officer Clayton's truck?

It's all right, Homer.

This man will find you a nice home.

Well, we only keep vicious dogs 72 hours.

He's not vicious.

Just sad.

Sad, mad, ugly, cute. They're all equal when they get in my truck.

What happens after 72 hours?

Well, no one adopts them, and no one ever adopts sad dogs.

We put them down.

Put them down where?

They destroy.

He wants to kill Homer? Well, we have 10 ,000 stray animals in the shelters on

any given day. It's a procedure.

Why does everyone want to kill this dog?

He's done nothing.

Well, actually, he has.

He's a material witness to a homicide.

Material witness?

Yeah, absolutely.

Somebody heard the dog bark.

Three times at the time of the murder. And, you know, we get the right guy in

the lineup and... And we got him. Yeah, until then, I think Homer needs to be

put into protective custody.

With Detective Law here.

Me?

Okay.

I get it.

I'll look the other way, but I get another call about him.

I'll bring more than a noose.

I don't need to talk.

And look what happens.

How can I find your master's killer if I can't even leave you alone for five

minutes?

Are you sure this is Mason Talbot's house?

I mean, it's practically empty.

Yeah, it's a dead guy's place.

We got 15 pair of khakis and 15 denim shirts, just like the ones the dead man

had on.

And if I got 15 pairs of boxer shorts and 15 pairs of brown socks in here,

safe to assume he only did laundry twice a month.

That's not all he only did twice a month.

Swedish meatballs?

I'll bet you in one salary there are 15 cans of soda in that bridge.

I'm not even going to look.

At least Homer didn't have to eat frozen dinners.

So where's his computer system?

I mean, he's a classic nerd. Every classic nerd has a screaming computer

Or a screaming entertainment center with living rooms empty.

Let's go check out the garage. Maybe he's a car nerd.

Just because a man loves his car doesn't make him a nerd.

Now we know where his computer is, what's left of it.

Somebody was real angry.

I wonder if they found what they were looking for.

You mean you don't think they were remodeling?

I don't think we're going to get anything out of those files.

Whatever they wanted, they probably already took it.

Gracie, check this out.

These are precision tools, and that electronic equipment over there is state

-the -art.

In other words, expensive.

No wonder he had only Swedish meatballs.

He put all of his money into this stuff.

I wonder exactly what he was working on and why would somebody want it so badly

they'd kill him for it?

Homer, thanks for my dinner.

Homer, come back.

Homer.

Come here, boy. Come on, boy.

Hey, hey.

Joe! We'll come back for the dog later!

He's eating the wall.

He's very upset about what happened.

Huh.

What you got there, Dylan?

It's something I picked up from animal control.

It's going to electrocute him?

No, this is a scanner. I want to see if Homer has one of those electronic ID

chips under his skin.

See, my sister has these two horrible Pomeranians. They're running off all the

time. My mother and I were always hoping they'll just disappear, but these ID

chips are so common these days that somebody always scans them.

These dogs always turn up, like two hideous yipping boomerangs.

See?

Next they'll be doing this to people.

Well, with some people, I don't think it's such a bad idea.

What do you do with the number?

We call the registry and see what Homer's ownership is.

But we already know Mason Talbot owned him.

Well, he may have gotten him at a kennel or a vet.

I mean, if we're lucky, maybe they can tell us something about who Mason Talbot

was.

That's all we've got.

Actually, it's not.

I think we may have a lead on the fabric.

He's eating the wall.

He's upset.

He's crazy.

He's a dog.

You found the manufacturer?

Yeah, it's a special blend.

They only ship it to a couple of clothing makers.

We find the one that makes the windbreakers. And we spend the next six

hitting every retail outlet hoping that they know everybody they sold one to.

It's all we've got.

You okay?

I was just thinking.

If those men were after homework all the time, that means...

Mason Talbot sacrificed his life for his dog.

That makes him a very special person.

And Homer a very special dog.

We'll find out who's responsible.

For Homer's sake.

Terrell and Grace, you two check out the windbreakers.

I'll see if the dog's ID number gives us anything on Mason Talbot.

And you protect that dog, Thamo.

Yes, ma 'am.

I do for the police today?

We've reason to believe that one of your employees attacked a police officer

this morning. What are my employees?

Did he leave his business card? He was wearing one of your company

You know, I have 3 ,500 employees at Zelliger Enterprises, and though we

terrific working conditions, pension, health care, generous vacation leave,

sort of thing, some people simply do not work out.

And when they leave, we do not strip them of their windbreakers. So you're

saying it might have been an ex -employee? I do not keep.

thugs on my payroll, Detective.

Well, maybe if we saw some employee records, the officer could recognize

the men who attacked him if he saw photos.

I also don't keep mug shots. I leave that for the police. Now, do you have

anything, or is this just simply a fishing expedition?

I thought you said you wanted to help the police.

Oh, I do, if there's anything to help. Look, a friend of ours was the one who

was attacked this morning, and we're going to find the people who did it, and

hope that you do.

But until then, you can see that I am a very busy man.

And all my employees are busy, so unless you have something more specific than

windbreakers, I think it's time you left.

The front door is right behind you.

We can get a search warrant. Good.

Then you talk with my legal department. But right now, you have exactly 15

seconds to get out of my building.

We can find our way to the door.

Thank you.

Let me know if you find any more windbreakers.

We put ID chips in every stray we rescue.

Is this one yours?

That's Homer.

And you say he's walking?

Yeah, he's walking and he's howling and he's eating well.

That's just not possible.

That can't be our Homer.

Why not?

Because the dog we rescued couldn't walk.

What? Well, it's a bit of an exaggeration.

Could barely walk.

It's more like it. That doesn't make sense.

That's what I'm saying. We take in stray and injured animals, try to

rehabilitate them, place them in good homes.

Sometimes, an animal is so badly injured, all we can do is make their

as comfortable as possible.

I told Mr. Talbot Homer might not live very long, but...

He said this was the perfect dog, and he just picked him up and carried him off.

He was that badly hurt?

Homer was hit by a car.

He shouldn't even be alive.

We better go have a chat with Sammo about his dog.

No kidding.

You have to take a bath.

You smell terrible.

Don't make me pick you up.

Come on. Lay down.

Sammo,

I am so sorry to burst in like that, but I heard Homer howling just like he did

at the crime scene. I got worried.

It's okay.

I'm surprised you thought he would be mourning me.

I'm not his master.

Oh, come on, Sammo.

I grew up with dogs. I know bonding when I see it.

Anybody who takes a bath with a dog is definitely bonded.

I brought him something just in case he wouldn't let me get near you.

But that doesn't seem to be a problem.

Terrell and Grace managed to trace the windbreakers to a Veliger Enterprises,

but Martin Veliger wasn't exactly forthcoming.

So they didn't learn anything.

Except for the fact that they don't like the guy.

All I found out was that Zelliger Enterprises is a private company which

specializes in bioengineering research and development.

There must be a connection with Mason Talbot. Well, Terrell and Grace didn't

a chance to ask, but I did check with Talbot's phone records.

He never called Zelliger.

It will not be that obvious.

We have to dig deeper.

How's this for deeper?

When Talbot adopted Homer, the dog couldn't even walk.

The rescue lady thought Homer was dead.

Talbot gave Homer his life back and lost his own.

I don't think it was a coincidence.

I wish he could tell us something.

Maybe he can.

He didn't bury the toy you gave him.

Maybe it means he likes it.

No. It means I don't care about it.

Well, thanks.

Homer only buried things that are important to me.

My keys, my mail, and my dinner.

Maybe he knew what was important to his last master.

Are you sure what we're looking for is in Talbot's backyard?

The answer is here, somewhere.

Well, so far all we've got is some tools, a few pencils, a bunch of old

and this TV guide from six months ago.

If this is the answer, I'm not sure I want to know what the question is. Be

patient. Homer will help us.

What, like telling us Timmy's in the well?

Who's Timmy?

Lassie on TV.

See, Lassie's owner, little Timmy, would always fall into a well, and then

Lassie would run off and find some adults and start barking.

So they would know Timmy was in the well?

Right.

He must have been a very clumsy child.

Look, all I'm saying is that Homer might be a nice dog to sing in the bathtub

with, but we can't expect him to be Lassie.

It doesn't matter.

I'm not going to fall in the well.

Hey, what you got?

This is what was important to Mason Talbot and the man who killed him.

It's a receipt for a patent application.

Oh, my God.

Homer's bionic.

We had the vet take an x -ray and look what she found.

So that's what makes Homer walk? It's hard to believe.

Believe it.

The woman at the pet rescue center said that Homer could barely move when Talbot

came to adopt him.

He sure can't walk now.

Well, according to the patent application Homer dug up, Mason Talbot

a way to augment nerve impulses going through injured spinal cord tissue.

That means people who are paralyzed can walk again, right?

Well, the neurologist I talked to at UCLA didn't think he could do that.

But he did say the National Institute of Health would love to study it.

I mean, it does work.

No wonder Zelliger's after Samuel's dog.

We don't know it's Zelliger, not for sure.

Yes, we do.

But this man has something to hide. Why else would he throw us out of his

building? And we did trace the windbreakers the guys who tried to take

were wearing back to his company.

We better check.

See exactly what Zelliger stood to gain by getting his hands on that patent.

How are we going to do that, Dylan? He's never going to let us back in his

building again.

Who said we had to go back in?

Okay, what are you up to?

I heard that the cafeteria at Zelliger Industries is a mess.

The health department should really get over there.

And I bet the registrations on the corporate vehicles are all out of date.

Better call the DMV.

You see any smokestacks with emissions problems?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. And what do we do when he calls the chief and complains

about harassment? Look, the only way we're going to get anything out of

is to annoy him into making a mistake.

What about that attorney that signed Talbot's patent application?

You think he knows anything we could use?

Well, it'd be good if he did. Because by tomorrow afternoon, I'm going to have

one angry Martin Zelliger on my ass.

Omar, get off.

Even my own thoughts don't sleep on people's beds.

Hey!

Get off!

Mason Talbot actually invented something that worked?

Well, you're his patent attorney. You shouldn't sound so surprised.

If you knew Mason, you'd be surprised, too.

He was one of the best researchers Caltech ever had.

Until they let him go.

What did he do, break the dress code?

Mason could totally focus on his work, forget all about things like his

wardrobe. But he had the attention span of a teethy fly.

He'd go from one project to another and never finish anything.

No follow -through, huh? That's really why they let him go.

What's this?

That's one of Mason's.

That's an ergonomic peanut sheller.

Don't they already have a machine that does this?

The answer is yes.

They have machines that can shell peanuts.

This isn't one of them. I can't believe somebody patented that.

He did, though.

Just like somebody else patented the light bulb re -filamenter and the

watermelon un -seeder. Oh, and hover boots.

With lights.

Don't want the criminals to get those.

There are over 400 ,000 patent applications filed every year.

Most of them work about as well as Mason's peanut pulverizer.

Well, at least they're trying to be useful.

You have to understand these people.

They're tinkerers, daydreamers. They can look at a rock by the side of the road

and immediately think of 75 different ways to move it. None of them any better

than just...

Picking it up.

So, Talbot never actually made any money off of his inventions, huh? Of course

not. He'd file the patent, never give me the technical documentation to back it

up. It got to the point I never even looked at his applications. You sure

whatever it is, really works?

It's a biomechanical device used to help people with spinal injuries walk.

He put the prototype in his dog.

Yeah, believe me, it works.

Just Mason's luck.

Find he gets something right and die.

Could he have spoken to somebody else about this?

Sure, Mason yammered on anybody that walked in the door.

Maybe he yammered to the wrong people.

Someone he was trying to get to bankroll. That's possible.

Although, from what you're describing, that's a pretty big ticket item to

manufacture. There aren't a lot of guys around with the imagination.

Or the money.

How about Martin Zelliger?

A lot of the inventors see him as a sack of cash with feet and a crooked grin.

There's some other guys around like him. I could give you a list.

That would be helpful.

Hi, Mr. Zelliger. I'm Commander Dillon. May I help you?

Our cafeteria is clean enough to eat off the floors.

All of our corporate cars are properly registered, and the only thing we emit

into the air are ideas.

Well, then you obviously have nothing to worry about, do you, Mr. Zelliger?

Now, wait a minute.

What's this about?

This is about windbreakers or something like that, isn't it? No, this is about a

dog named Homer and a man named Mason Talbot.

Who?

I hear immigration is increasing the number of unannounced spot checks

doing on businesses in our community.

Stop, stop, stop. Would you stop trying to harass me?

Now, if you want our employee records, talk to my legal department and they'll

arrange for some sort of viewing.

But I gotta tell you, off the top of my head, I don't remember employing anyone

by the name of Mason Talbot.

He invented a device which helps the victims of spinal cord injury walk

That Mason Talbot.

I'm so glad your memory is improving.

But he was not an employee.

He was merely someone who threatened to sue me for patent infringement.

You want her to sue you?

There's at least a dozen Mason Talbots that come into my office each and every

week trying to convince me that I should put all my resources behind their half

-assed ideas.

And when I tell them that I just spent...

$250 million to develop something that might actually work.

They tend to get a little annoyed.

So you killed Talbot to avoid a lawsuit?

I don't have to kill anyone.

I can buy them.

Did you try to buy Talbot?

You know, I was never interested in Talbot. And I'm still not. You can

this pathetic attempt to extort information from me.

But I have no information to extort, but I tell you what I do have.

I have a whole stable full of lawyers to keep you away from me.

And you will stay away from me.

Won't you, Commander?

Amy got so ticked off, she called an investment banker she knows to do some

digging. Turns out that Zelliger's been trying to raise capital to fight off a

hostile takeover.

If he had, that may send Talbus Patton.

He could save his company.

That's a motive for intimidation, not murder.

Besides, why wouldn't Talbot sell him? He stood to make a fortune.

He must have cared more about Homer than he did about the money.

Homer, come!

The villager got mad and killed Talbot?

You, Matt Flattiger, could he do that?

Oh, yeah.

You could get a frostbite just being in the same room with him.

Unfortunately, we don't have any evidence to prove any of this.

Not even Talbot's research notes.

Maybe Homer buried the nose, too.

If he did, we'd have to requisition a backhoe.

We couldn't expect him to do all of our digging for us.

He'll get too dirty.

And the bathtub isn't big enough for both of us.

Terrell's checking out some of the other companies that Talbot's attorneys told

us about.

But I still think Zelliger's our best bet.

Then we need to find out how he learned about Talbot's device.

And make him pay for his crimes.

Homer, come!

He doesn't chew on my shoes anymore either.

Sounds like Homer's going to stay for a while.

I don't need a dog.

Nobody ever needs a dog, Lalocha, until they finally get one.

And then they can't imagine ever having a better companion.

At least that's what Amy said.

I was never alone when I was in Shanghai.

My squad followed you everywhere and you always complained about that.

Truth is, I liked it.

We did everything together.

They were family.

It's very different here in America.

Well, you have Terrell and Amy and me.

You all have lives of your own, and that's how it should be.

Did you know there's a hamburger place that gives your dog a big biscuit when

you order a double cheeseburger and fries?

No, I didn't know that.

Some things are better here.

Okay, Fifi.

Wash those pheromones.

Homer, what's wrong? Homer!

Martin Zelliger took Homer. You can tell us how to get him back.

We checked your phone records. There were at least a dozen calls to Zelliger

Enterprises in the past two weeks.

I'm calling my attorney.

Mr. Carrington, Mr. Talbot invented something wonderful and gave

a nice dog his life back.

Now the dog's going to die unless you help.

Homer just adopt.

He doesn't understand what's happening to him.

You can save his life.

Like your friend wanted.

I did it for Mason.

No, getting him killed was a favor.

All of these inventors?

These dreamers, they all had a chance to get rich.

But they'd rather stay in their workshops than go out into the business

and make it happen. I saw a chance for Mason to live on something more than

dreams and frozen Swedish meatballs.

So you went to Zelliger.

He offered Mason a quarter of a million dollars.

Mason wasn't interested, said Zelliger was a bad man.

He was right.

You don't get as rich as Zelliger being nice.

That's the reality of business, something Mason couldn't grasp. You cut

deal with Zelliger. If I could come up with the technical documentation and

sure there were irregularities in Mason's patent application, he'd give me

quarter of a mil.

It wasn't like I was stealing. I was going to give Mason his share.

How noble of you.

But you couldn't come up with the technical documentation, could you?

Either Mason hid it or destroyed it.

Or he never wrote it down at all.

And it died with him.

Where is Homer?

Probably in one of Zelliger's labs.

We need to get a warrant.

Dylan, we don't have time to wait for a search warrant.

All we have time for is a little breaking and entering.

For Homer's sake.

Okay, you guys go on a vacation or do something else that you're not going to

tell me about officially.

Meanwhile, Mr. Carrington and I are going to have a little chat with the

about a warrant.

And a deal.

Don't push it.

Go find your doll.

Okay. The security alarm's off. I'll meet you guys inside.

They're too big, man. Homer could be anywhere.

It'll take us all night to find them.

Hey!

What are you doing?

We have all the guards down on us.

We're going to take you home.

No, I don't think so

Breaking and entering.

Theft.

Few puppy hugs in the bargain almost makes me want to weep. Her backup is on

way. Good.

They'll help us mourn your demise.

I was, um, I was working late.

I heard an alarm.

I called for a security team, but by the time that they found you, you had

killed us. No, no.

No, no, no. The thieves that you stumbled onto in your search, they

It was a fierce battle.

They took out some of my best men. But you, you sacrificed your lives in the

line of duty.

Nobody's going to buy this. Nobody will be able to prove different.

No matter how many inspections they spring on me.

I'll make a generous donation to the Widows and Orphans Fund.

And I will dedicate my latest breakthrough in medical technology in

memories. A biomechanical device to help people walk.

Thanks to Mason Talbot. Well, Talbot was a dreamer, unfortunately.

I need dreamers or I have nothing to sell.

You're going to kill Homer, too.

Oh, that's... But in his case, he's a hero.

He made the ultimate sacrifice in the name of humanity.

In the name of profit.

Well, that, too. Frankly, he's worth more than anyone in this room. Or he

after I cut him open.

He doesn't want to be caught open.

You

two

look very happy. We just got back from the DA's office.

He said with a patent attorney testimony, he should be able to nail

murder one.

You got the dog looking real good, Samuel.

Just don't put a bow in his head. Have all his little doggy friends teasing

helping the Batco crew dig up Mason Talbot's yard.

We found a box of computer disks under some bushes.

So either Homer buried it there himself, or else Talbot put it into a hole that

Homer had already dug.

Either way, the NIH has it now.

They say it will help many people, and someday it might help those who can't

walk at all.

So, what about Homer?

You know, do you need to...

You know, cut him open or something. Oh, Terrell!

What? Somebody has to ask?

It's all right.

Homer is safe.

The disks gave the researchers everything they needed.

Of course, they still want to monitor Homer's progress, and the device may not

last forever.

So they're sending him to Washington.

Oh, Samuel, I'm sorry.

No. They want to see how he works in real life.

So you're keeping him?

You're not going to keep him.

Yes.

I'm going to keep him.

You're going to need a bigger bathtub.

You're going to need a bigger apartment.

I don't care.

It will be nice to have someone to sing with.

My sister has these two horrible Pomeranians.

Excuse me?

I think I'll throw up. You should have put a piece of hot dog in your mouth.

Here comes Walker, Texas Ranger.

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