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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 because when they met,

it was murder.

Jonathan: Come on shape up will you, Freeway,

this is your big chance, boy.

This could be your moment of glory.

Don't muff it.

Now boy, stop wiggling now.

Jonathan: She's beautiful.

- Darling? - What?

Listen, there's still some time

before Freeway's moment of glory.

Why don't we take a break,

I think you're getting channel fever.

Freeway is going to win a ribbon today.

I certainly hope so.

- Jonathan: Why not? - Jennifer: Oh.

He's the most miscellaneous I've ever seen.

Come on.

Oh, hi.

Entered in the show?

Yes.

Miscellaneous breeds.

Yeah, I mean, us too, yes.

It's a treat for Freeway.

It gives him a chance to mingle with his peers.

I'm Jennifer Hart, this is my husband, Jonathan,

- and this is Freeway. - Oh, really? That's nice.

Could you do me a favor, I have to make a phone call.

He hates to crouch. Could you just hold him for a second?

- Well... - Oh, sure.

What's his name?

Yes, thanks a lot.

Jonathan: That's a funny name for a dog.

Hey, get out of the??

Outrageous, intolerable.

I understand, sir, but can you add any facts?

No.

And then he just took off and ran away.

Did he give you his name or anything?

No. All he left us was his dog.

Jennifer: He was entered in the Miscellaneous

Breeds competition.

It was not, madam.

Mr. Hart, Mrs. Hart,

do you have anything else to add?

Not really. We don't know who the man was

and we don't really know what was going on.

And I think that's it. Thank you.

Oh, wait a minute.

What are we gonna do with the dog?

I suggest that you take him to the pound, madam.

My sentiments exactly.

Ah, that's it.

It's a what?

It's a dog.

Miscellaneous breed.

Yeah, that I can see.

Jennifer: Isn't he cute?

The very word.

We've named him Watson.

Watson?

Elementary, my dear Max.

Because he's cloaked in mystery.

And we don't know what his name is.

Jennifer: He'll be staying with us for a while.

Terrific.

I thought they liked each other.

Well, you know these pickups in the park,

they're all right for fun and games

but when they move right in...

I'm sure in time it'll be different.

Mr. and Mrs. H, what about the guy

who dumped him on you?

Oh, we gave him our name, I'm sure he'll call us.

Then he can explain.

I'm not sure I wanna know.

Somebody tried to kill him.

But, darling, he's got to be a nice man.

Anyone who could own a sweet dog

like Watson couldn't be all bad.

Man: So even though Strick deserves killing several times over

I want him alive and conditioned to talk

and you lose him.

Clavell: Not completely, sir.

His medicine, he had a heart condition.

We already knew that.

It's a refill made out to Strick to the Charter Motel,

we went there.

But Strick wasn't there?

But the manager recognized his description.

Grayson has it staked out now.

Well, well, well.

Some progress.

Did you search the room?

Yes. There was nothing there

but clothes, personal belongings.

So, what do we have?

He's either hidden it, he still has it,

or he's already sold it to someone.

Did you notice, had he made contact

with anyone at the dog show?

He talked to a couple.

But only for a few seconds.

And got away with 50 million dollars.

All right. Get back there, cover the motel

and when he returns, rip it out of him.

We'll get it.

Yes, and when you do, get rid of him.

And Clavell, if he did make contact with anyone,

they go too.

Now, Max, you make sure that the vet

gives him a full physical.

I'll see to it he gets the works, Mrs. H, trust me.

Isn't he cute?

- That he is, have fun, Max. - Look at this.

Max: It'll be a whole new thrill.

No, no, no. Stay in there, boys.

Now, there.

Oh.

Darling, do you think Max is upset with me

because I'm giving so much attention to Watson.

Yes, I do.

Are you jealous?

Is this a serious love affair?

Well, I'm a very old-fashioned girl,

I can only have one love affair at a time.

What a time for visitors.

He hasn't showed. What do we do now?

We wait until he does.

Good morning, Mrs. Hart, Mr. Hart.

Good morning.

Won't you come in?

How did you find us?

You're very well-known.

Very lovely house.

Thank you. Won't you sit down?

Well, thank you.

I'm sure my dog had a wonderful stay.

I'm really grateful, may I have him now?

First, would you tell us what happened?

- Happened? - At the park.

Why did that woman shoot at you?

Cynthia, oh, she's my ex-wife,

we had a little misunderstanding.

Jonathan: A little misunderstanding.

What do you do for a real quarrel?

Use landmines?

Oh, Cynthia just flies off the handle,

terrible temper.

That's why we got divorced.

Besides she has a new boyfriend.

The man who blew out the rear window of your car?

Yes.

Well, I was pretty angry about that, you understand.

Jennifer: Certainly.

You have every reason to be irritated, Mister?

Peter, and can I have the dog now?

I'll be happy to pay for any trouble.

There's no charge

but Watson isn't here right now.

- Who? - Watson.

We didn't know what to call him, so I called him Watson.

What is his real name?

Oh, Watson will do.

Where is he?

Jonathan: He's at the vets, on...

He's having tests.

Max took him.

I don't know which vet it was, Max just took him.

Max is our man, he does everything for us.

Jonathan: Max is sort of a free spirit.

He's off doing errands.

Yes.

You don't know where the dog is?

Oh, he will be back eventually.

I'll tell you what, Mr. Peter,

why don't we bring him over to you?

Where do you live?

Oh, that's a good idea.

We're going out anyway we could drop him off

when we go to our party.

Where do you live?

You're very kind.

I'm at the Charter Motel on Quincy, room 112.

We'll see you there.

Thanks. I'm really grateful.

Oh, don't mention it.

And thank you so much for coming by.

Yeah. And please don't forget the Charter Motel on Quincy...

- Bye. - Bye-bye.

I do not trust him.

If his story was any taller

it'd be in the NBA.

National Basketball Association,

- tall people. - Oh.

We cannot hand Watson over without knowing

what kind of a home he's going to.

It's important to me.

It's important to me too.

Hello.

How are you?

Mr. Troy's very disappointed in you.

He wants his property back.

- He's clean. - I don't have it.

It's with somebody else.

It's safe.

With who?

Where?

It hurts.

Who has it?

Heart doctor.

I'll get you a doctor when you tell me who has it.

Who did you see today?

Jona... Jonathan Hart.

Help me.

Jonathan Hart.

Jonathan Hart.

Hart Industries.

He finally came up with an honest answer

and it killed him.

Jonathan: There it is.

I don't know if I like the idea

of Watson living in a motel.

Keep an open mind, darling.

Come on, boy.

Come on, boy.

Hello?

Jennifer: He told us some story about his ex-wife.

Cynthia, wasn't that her name?

Cynthia.

He said she was insanely jealous

that she was after him with a gun.

Clearly he wasn't shot, Mrs. Hart.

As a matter of fact, we aren't sure

of the cause of death.

By the way, did he happen to mention

any other possible enemies

or any other explanation for the gunfire

- at the dog show? - No, he didn't.

He didn't even say what's his last name was.

His first name was Peter, wasn't it?

Mmm-hmm.

Any idea who he was?

No. There was no ID.

We're working on that too.

I'll have your statement typed up

and bring it over after we clean this up.

I think he was lying about his wife, lieutenant.

But he was very frightened.

Well, what we can do now is try to find out

why and who killed him.

That a good boy.

Yeah. You're such a sweetheart.

- Darling? - Yes?

I've been thinking.

Yes.

- What? - We can keep him.

Oh, great.

- Ah. - It makes you happy, huh?

You know something, from time to time,

I love you.

Ah, from time to time, huh?

- Uh-huh. - Only from time to time.

- And all the spaces in between. - Hmm.

Got a problem?

Not anymore.

Oh, hi, Max.

Hi, there, Max.

- Jennifer: What? - Sorry, Mr. H.

Jonathan and Jennifer Hart, it's a pleasure.

Where is it?

Where's what?

We know that Strick sold it to you, we want it.

Jennifer: Strick?

Oh, you're Cynthia?

Jonathan: The one who believes in divorce

machine gun style.

Are we in business?

I know this may sound like a cliché

but I don't really know what you're talking about.

You have two choices, you can tell me now

or you can tell me later.

Tell you what?

I could tie you up and search this place,

but that's gonna take more time than I wanna waste.

Just tell us what you want.

All of it.

Structure, data, configurations,

I know how much it's worth to Jonathan Hart Industries,

so you know just how far I'll go.

Mr. Hart? Mrs. Hart?

Croyden: Mr. Hart? Mrs. Hart?

Cops.

- What's... - They're headed for the back.

You say this woman was very strong?

Max: I'll say she was.

She sacked me like she was a linebacker

in the pros.

Are you feeling all right, Max?

I'm fine, Mr. H.

What about coffee for all of us?

- Okay? - Good.

Great. Thanks, Max.

She kept insisting that Strick gave it to us,

whatever it is.

Strick, the dead man at the motel.

Have you found anything more about him?

Yes, we finally tracked all that down.

His name was Peter Andrew Strick,

age 57, unmarried, profession: biochemist.

- Biochemist? - Lieutenant Croyden: Mmm-hmm.

Employed where?

Vera Corp. Chemical.

You know them?

We've done business with them.

They're big outfit.

Everything from pesticides

to high potency pharmaceuticals.

What did they say about Strick?

Not much. He was with them for a couple of years,

got an excellent record.

Are they missing anything valuable?

Well, I'd thought that might be the motive,

that he had stolen some industrial secret.

But I've checked with their security,

they say nothing's missing.

So they don't know what he could've been mixed up in.

Maybe I could talk to them.

I know David Carlton, he's the chairman.

That would be very helpful, Mr. Hart,

because we're certainly getting nowhere this way.

Mr. H, the dogs, both of them are gone.

What?

Clavell: How'd you locate this place?

I went over his bank records,

went through his checks,

found out that he'd been renting this warehouse

for months, secretly.

Weird.

Stuffed animals.

Some kind of hobby?

Don't be stupid.

Strick double-crossed me for $50 million.

Well, well, well,

look what we have here.

He had to have a way of hiding the formula

and he did it here.

Look at this.

Didn't you tell me that Strick had a dog with him

when you first spotted him at that dog show?

Yes. He was talking to the Harts,

they had a dog too.

He left it with him when he saw us.

Oh, that's clever.

That's brilliant.

Strick inked the entire formula, the sketches, the process,

everything on the skin of a dog.

And then he passed it over to Jonathan Hart

right under your noses.

How could we know?

Of course you couldn't,

that would require intelligence.

Well, they couldn't have found a safer place.

Files, tapes, lock boxes, all too obvious.

And who would think to search the rump of a dog.

He bought himself time until he could find a buyer.

Just one question, does Hart know about it?

Has he figured it out?

Well, we can solve that problem.

How?

Get the dog.

Freeway?

Watson?

Freeway?

Grayson: There they are.

Get ready.

Grayson: That must be their dog coming toward them.

Come here, Watson.

Come here, baby. Oh.

Grayson: I'll get the one on the table.

Hey.

- Darling? - Hmm?

I know how you feel.

But they won't hurt Freeway

because they wanna use him as leverage on us.

You heard what the police said.

But wouldn't you have thought that the kidnappers

would have called or sent a ransom note?

We're not gonna wait around and see.

What can we do?

Strick was killed, Freeway has been kidnapped.

If there's any connection,

it's got to be tied in with Vera Corp. Chemical.

Oh, Max, would you stay here

and see if there's any calls about Freeway?

Sure, Mr. H. Where will you be?

We're going to a party.

I appreciate you inviting us on such short notice, David.

Oh, my pleasure.

We'd love to do more business

with Hart Industries.

In case you missed that, I'm selling.

I could see that.

I wonder if you could give us some information

on a man that worked for you, Peter Strick.

Jonathan, our people talked to the police,

we opened our files.

We're always working on new products

but this fella Strick, no.

Matter fact he wasn't very good,

he used a great deal of money and time to come up empty.

No mysterious secrets?

Sorry, Jennifer.

No mysteries, no secrets.

But I tell you what,

I'll let our vice president in charge of security

answer all your questions, okay?

- Oh, Damian? - Yes?

What have I done now, Dave?

I just like you to meet Jonathan and Jennifer Hart.

- Yes. How do you do? - Damian Troy.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

I was telling them that you could clarify

this whole tragic Strick thing.

- Go ahead. - Mmm-hmm.

Will you excuse me?

I'll leave you in good hands.

- Dave. - Thank you very much, David.

What can you tell us about Strick?

Well, I can only talk to you

from a security point of view.

You see, Strick wasn't

really that important to the company.

As a matter of fact, he had a rather

disordered personal life.

Women, possible drug use, we weren't very happy with him.

That's too bad.

What was he working on?

One of our research areas.

Something intriguing, but nothing

half as attractive as that gown you're wearing,

Mrs. Hart.

Oh, well, thank you very much.

And it's Jennifer.

It's Damian.

And it's Jonathan.

And you certainly changed that subject.

Well, I'm really not at liberty to discuss details with you.

Suffice it to say that Strick

wasn't really working on anything top secret.

I hope I've answered your questions.

Would you like some champagne?

No, thank you.

Would you excuse me?

Typical security executive.

Paranoid, trusts no one including himself,

talks in code.

And confuses everyone including me.

Maybe I know someone who can fill in

some of the missing links.

Homicide?

This is Damian Troy,

Security at Vera Corp. Chemical.

Yes, I'd like to speak to Lieutenant Croyden if I may?

No, no, no, no, I prefer to speak to the lieutenant,

if you don't mind.

Yes, I need some information.

Thank you, I'll hold on.

Clavell: There should be ink on his rump.

Grayson: Like those animal skins.

There's nothing here.

There has to be,

check out the collar and the tags.

Yamahiro: I'm not getting anything.

There's nothing on these.

Congratulations.

You stole the wrong dog.

Oh, he misses Freeway, too.

- Mr. Hart. - Baldwin.

Baldwin is the head of one of our research departments.

Oh. How do you do?

It's a pleasure, Mrs. Hart.

How do you like your coffee, Mr. Baldwin?

Black with 1.5 teaspoons of unrefined sugar, please.

Any more coffee for you, Mrs. H?

- No, thank you, Max. - Mr. H?

No, thanks, Max.

Any answers?

Well, I've consulted with the late

Dr. Strick's teachers, university colleagues,

fellow biochemists

and contrary to the information

that you've been given, Mr. Hart,

he was a brilliant scientist.

What about his personal life, was there a woman?

Any liquor or drugs?

Dr. Strick did not use drugs

of any sort including coffee or tea.

What did he do for excitement?

Research.

No broads?

Sweet enough?

Lovely.

He was engaged to a Ms. Angela Stayman,

a doctoral candidate in endocrinology.

But Dr. Strick broke off the engagement.

Any reason?

He informed Ms. Stayman that he only had time

for his research because he was on the verge

of making a major scientific breakthrough

which would make him rich and famous.

And it killed him instead.

I'll take that, Max.

This research, did it ever involve animals, dogs?

No, Mrs. Hart.

Jonathan Hart.

Grayson: We're ready to make a trade.

Your dog for ours.

You have Strick's animal, we have yours.

You want it back?

- That's Freeway! - Shh!

Grayson: Deal or do you want a dead dog?

It's a deal.

Oh. Oh, darling.

I wish there was some other way

to get Freeway back.

Come here, Freeway.

Come here, baby.

Oh.

I'll take it.

Are you sure you got the right dog this time,

Troy?

I'm impressed.

I did little checking.

Strick made a major discovery

while he was working for Vera Corp Chemical.

And the company doesn't know it.

But you as head of security

could cover up that discovery

and make a deal with Strick to sell whatever it is.

A breakthrough in biogenetics.

We figure it's worth between

50 and 100 million dollars, worth killing for.

And worth kidnapping for?

Under the circumstances, yes.

The ingenious Mr. Strick inked the formula

on the skin of that mongrel.

That's what I wanted to know.

Unfortunately for you,

that's a fatal bit of information.

Follow us with the Harts in their car.

You can't kidnap us.

Max knows exactly where we are.

And he'll undoubtedly be the first

to discover the bodies.

Damian: The dog.

Get the dog.

We've got Freeway, but we've lost Watson.

How we ever gonna find him?

Oh. Hi, boy.

It's all right, baby.

Thanks, Max.

He misses his buddy.

Yeah.

Who doesn't?

But, you know, we seem to be

the only people concerned about finding Watson.

I know, darling.

I wish Freeway could give us some kind of a clue.

What we've got here is a failure to communicate.

Not necessarily.

It's been an electrifying 67 minutes but...

Darling, just give him time.

Freeway will find Watson, I know it.

Damian: Anything in sight?

Nothing.

Well, something has to happen.

The Harts aren't following that animal for fun.

Watson?

Jonathan: We'll have a tougher time finding Watson,

than the police will finding Damian Troy.

He really digs cookies, Mrs. H.

Uh-huh.

- Hello there. - Mrs. O'Brien,

meet Mr. and Mrs. H.

Oh, it is a pleasure, I'm sure.

Hello, Freeway.

How are you today?

It is a wonderful dog you got here.

Thank you.

I never realized what an active

social life he has.

Oh, would you like a cookie too?

No, thanks.

One scrounger in the family is enough.

You're supposed to be taking him out for exercise,

not providing him with a pot belly.

But it's one of his regular stops.

Oh?

What is the next regular stop?

Well, actually, Mrs. H, to be precise...

Well, to put it exactly,

there's a very congenial coffee shop.

Oh. Is that where he gets his

regular croissant and espresso?

Just a biscuit.

Let's assume he's had that.

Where then?

Well, then, it's play time.

Let's take him to his last regular stop

and see where he heads to from there.

Jennifer: Freeway, come on, boy.

Come on, Freeway.

Come on, Freeway. Up here.

Attaboy.

Why don't we just run them off

to the side and work them over?

They've been through half the city.

If necessary, we'll cover the other half too.

Millions of dollars running around on four legs.

We've got to get that dog.

From here on Freeway just usually sniffs around,

then we start back home.

- Oh. - All right, Freeway.

Free play period.

Okay.

Now, Freeway, go find Watson.

It's very important.

I think he understood you.

Why not? I've always had good diction.

- Wait here, Max. - Have fun.

Oh.

He just wanted to come back here and play.

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Hart.

I have some news for you.

I've been making inquiries among the dog people,

and I think I've located the owner of that mongrel.

Well, that's wonderful news,

but I'm afraid we lost him again.

Oh, that's too bad.

Yes.

Just when we were growing fond of him.

- Will you excuse us? - Yes.

Come on, Freeway. Time's up.

- Come here. Come here. - Come here. Oh, Watson.

We have had a lot fun hounding you,

you know that?

Jonathan: You wore me out.

Here we are.

I'll take the dog.

No!

Well, get them and get the dog!

Give me it.

Give me that.

All right, hold it.

All right, put the gun down.

Carefully.

Now call the dogs.

Take him, will you? Here.

And another one on the other side.

- Come here, Watson. Come on. - Freeway. Come here, baby.

You are some dog, you know that?

Good dog, baby.

We'll take care of it, Max.

Darling.

Do we have to?

Minnifer said the description fit perfectly

and there is a reward.

But we can't just give Watson up to a stranger.

Not even the real owner?

But, darling, in order to own a dog,

you have to love it.

All right. I'll get rid of whoever it is.

- Can you? - All right.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

And love is the other tenth.

Rascal.

You're right.

Love is the other tenth.

Mmm-hmm.