Original subtitles

This is my boss,

Jonathan hart, a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

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

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy 'cause when they met,

it was murder.

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[Barks]

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[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.

Atta boy. Stop wiggling now.

Looking beautiful.

Darling? What?

Uh, listen, there's still some time

before freeway's moment of glory.

Why don't we take a break.

I think you're getting kennel fever.

Freeway is going to win a ribbon today.

I certainly hope so.

Why not? Oh...

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

[Chuckles] Come on.

[Whimpers]

[Barks]

Uh, hi. Uh, entered in the show?

Yes. Miscellaneous breeds.

Uh, me... Us, too.

It's a treat for freeway.

It gives him a chance to mingle with his peers.

[Laughter]

I'm Jennifer hart. This is my husband Jonathan.

And this is freeway.

Really? That's nice. Could you do me a favor?

I have to make a phone call. He hates crowds.

Could you just hold him for a second?

Oh, sure. Well, um...

Uh, what's his name?

Yes. Thanks a lot.

[Jonathan] That's a funny name for a dog.

Hey, get out of this ring!

Oh!

[Woman screams]

[Women screaming]

[Tires screech]

[Police radio chatter]

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.

[Whines]

[Jennifer] He was entered in the miscellaneous breeds competition.

It was not, madam.

Mr. Hart, Mrs. Hart.

Do you have anything else to add?

Uh, not really. We don't know who the man was, and, uh,

we don't really know what was going on.

I think that's it. Thank you.

Oh, wait a minute. What are we going to do with the dog?

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

[Barking]

My sentiments exactly.

[Groans] That's it.

[Chuckles]

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 Mr. 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 want to 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.

[Barks]

[Troy] So, even though strick deserves killing several times over,

I want him alive, in condition 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 at 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 if 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 that he gets the works,

Mrs. H, trust me.

Isn't he cute?

That he is. Have fun, Max.

Oh, my goodness.

[Max] It'll be a whole new thrill.

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

Back there.

[Sighing]

Darling, do you think Max is upset with me

because I'm paying so much attention to Watson?

Yes, I do.

Are you jealous?

Is this a serious love affair?

Ah, well, I'm a very old-fashioned girl,

I can only handle one love affair at a time.

[Intercom buzzes]

What a time for visitors.

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

We'll 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?

Thank you.

Uh, I'm sure my dog had a wonderful stay.

I'm really grateful.

May I have him now?

Uh, first, would you tell us what happened?

Happened? At the park.

Why did that woman shoot at you?

Uh... cynthia? Uh, she's my ex-wife.

We had a little misunderstanding.

[Jonathan] A little misunderstanding?

What do you do for a real quarrel?

Use landmines?

[Chuckles]

Cynthia just, uh,

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. Why, I was pretty angry about that.

You understand?

[Jennifer] Certainly.

You have every reason to be irritated, Mr., uh...

Peter. And... Can I have the dog now?

I'll be happy to pay for any trouble.

[Jonathan] There's no charge.

But, uh, Watson isn't here right now.

Who? [Jennifer] Watson.

Uh, we didn't know what to call him so...

I called him Watson.

What is his real name?

Oh, uh... Watson will do.

Uh, where is he?

[Jonathan] He's at the vet on, uh...

He's having tests.

Uh, 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, uh, 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.

[Jonathan] Where do you live? [Peter] Uh...

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. Thank you so much for coming.

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.

[Grunts]

Hello, Pete. How are you?

Mr. Troy's very disappointed in you.

He wants his property back.

[Grunts]

He's clean.

I don't have it.

It's with somebody else.

It's safe.

[Whimpers]

With who? Where?

[Gasps]

Hurts.

Who has it?

[Gasping]

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?

[Gasps]

[Jennifer] He told us some story about his ex-wife, uh...

[Jonathan] Cynthia, wasn't that her name? [Jennifer] Cynthia.

He said she was insanely jealous that she was after him with a gun.

Well, he wasn't shot. 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, uh,

say what 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, all we can do now is try to find out why and who killed him.

[Barking]

What a good boy.

Yes, yes.

Darling?

Yes?

I've been thinking.

Yes?

What? We can keep him.

Oh! Great.

I bet you're happy. [Laughs]

You know something, from time to time... I love you.

Oh, from time to time, huh?

Uh-huh. Only from time to time?

And all the spaces in between.

Got a problem?

Not anymore.

Oh, hi, Max. Hi, Max.

[Jennifer] What... Sorry, Mr. H.

Jonathan and Jennifer hart?

It's a pleasure.

Where is it?

Where is what?

We know that strick sold it to you.

We want it.

[Jennifer] Strick?

Oh, you're... Cynthia.

The one who believes in divorce machine-gun style.

Are we in business?

I know this may sound like a cliché,

but, uh, I don't really know what you're talking about?

You have two choices.

You can tell me now,

or you could tell me later.

Tell you what?

I could tie you up, and search this place,

but that's going to take more time than I want to 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.

[Intercom buzzes]

[Grunts]

Oh!

Mr. Hart! Mrs. Hart!

Mr. Hart! Mrs. Hart!

Cops.

Mr... They 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? Oh, 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 out about him?

Yes, we finally tracked all that down. Um...

His name was Peter Andrew strick,

age 57, unmarried,

profession, biochemist.

Biochemist? Mmm-hmm.

Employed where?

Varicorp chemical. You know them?

Uh, we've done business with them. They're a 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,

had an excellent record.

Are they missing anything valuable?

Well, I thought that might be the motive,

that he had stolen some industrial secret.

Uh, but I checked with their security, they say nothing's missing.

So they don't know what he could have 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?

[Barking]

[Clavell] How did you locate this place?

[Troy] 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.

[Chuckles]

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 them 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.

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.

[Laughs]

He bought himself time.

Till 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.

[Barking]

Freeway!

Watson!

[Barking]

[Whistling] Freeway!

[Grayson] There they are.

Get ready.

That must be their dog coming toward them.

[Jennifer] Come here, Watson.

Come here, baby.

[Grayson] I'll get the one on the table.

[Revving]

Hey!

[Whimpers]

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've thought that the kidnappers would have called,

or sent a ransom note?

We're not gonna wait around and see.

What could we do?

Strick was killed, freeway has been kidnapped.

If there's any connection,

it's got to be tied in with varicorp chemical.

Oh, Max, stay here and see if there's any calls about freeway.

Sure, Mr. H. Where will you be?

We're going to a party.

[Soft music plays]

[Jonathan] I appreciate your 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.

[All laugh] I could see that.

I wonder if you could give us some information

on a man that worked for you... Peter strick.

Jonathan, our... Our people talked to the police.

We opened our files.

We're always working on new products.

But this fellow strick, uh... no.

Matter of fact, he wasn't very good.

He used a great deal of money and time

to come up empty.

No mysterious secrets?

[Laughs] Sorry, Jennifer.

No mysteries, no secrets.

But I'll 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?

[Laughs]

I'd just like you to meet Jonathan and Jennifer hart.

Yes. How do you do? Damian Troy.

Hello. How do you do?

I was telling them that you could clarify

this whole tragic strick thing.

Okay? Of course.

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, uh...

You see, strick wasn't really that important to the company.

As a matter of fact, he had, uh, 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.

Uh, something intriguing.

But nothing half as attractive as that gown you're wearing, Mrs. Hart.

Oh! Oh, thank you very much.

And it's Jennifer.

It's Damian.

And it's Jonathan.

And you certainly changed that subject.

[Laughs] Well, I'm really not at Liberty to discuss details with you.

Suffice it to say that, uh,

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 varicorp chemical.

Yes, I'd like to speak to lieutenant croyden, if I may.

No, no, no, no. I'd prefer to speak to the lieutenant if you don't mind.

Yes, I need some information.

Thank you, I'll hold on.

[Clavell] It should be inked on his rump.

[Man] Like those animal skins.

There's nothing here. [Scoffs]

There has to be.

Check out the collar and the tags.

I'm not getting anything.

There's nothing on these.

[Door opens]

Congratulations.

You stole the wrong dog.

[Sighs] He misses freeway, too.

Mr. Hart. Baldwin.

Baldwin was the head of one of our research departments.

Oh. How do you do? It's a pleasure, Mrs. Hart.

How do like your coffee, Mr. Baldwin?

Uh, black with 1.5 teaspoons of unrefined sugar, please.

Uh, any more coffee for you, Mrs. H? No, thank you.

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, uh, 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, uh, miss Angela stayman,

a doctoral candidate in endocrinology.

But Dr. Strick broke off the engagement.

Any reason?

He informed miss stayman

that he had only 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.

[Telephone ringing]

I'll take that, Max.

This research...

Did it ever involve animals, dogs?

No, Mrs. Hart.

Jonathan hart.

[Man] We're ready to make a trade, your dog for ours.

You have strick's animal, we have yours.

Do you want it back?

[Freeway barks over phone]

That's freeway... [Shushing]

Deal, or do you want a dead dog?

It's a deal.

[Sighs] Oh, darling.

I wish there was some other way to get freeway back.

[Barks]

[Freeway barking] Come here, freeway.

Come here, baby. Aw...

I'll take it.

Are you sure you got the right dog this time...

Troy?

I'm impressed.

I did a little checking.

Strick made a major discovery

while he was working for varicorp 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.

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.

Then he'll undoubtedly be the first to discover the bodies.

[Barking]

The dog!

Get the dog!

[Dog barking]

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

How are we ever gonna find him?

[Car engine starting]

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, uh...

Darling, just give him time. Freeway will find Watson. I know it.

[Troy] Anything in sight?

Nothing.

Well, something has to happen.

The harts aren't following that animal for fun.

Watson!

[Whistling]

[Freeway barking]

[Jonathan] We'll have a tougher time finding Watson

than the police will finding Damian Troy.

[Freeway barking]

He really digs cookies, Mrs. H.

A-ha.

Hello there.

Mrs. O'brien, meet Mr. and Mrs. H.

Ah, 'tis a pleasure, I'm sure.

Hello, freeway. How are you today?

Ah, 'tis a wonderful dog you've got here.

Thank you. I never realized what an active social life he had.

Uh, would you like a cookie, too?

Uh... no, thanks.

One scrounger in the family is enough.

[Chuckles]

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,

uh, to be precise... Well, to put it exactly,

there's a very congenial coffee shop.

Is that where he gets his regular croissant and Espresso?

[Chuckles]

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.

Freeway, come on, boy!

Come on, freeway. Come on, freeway. Up here.

Atta boy.

Why don't we just run them off to the side and work them over?

We'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.

[Barks]

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.

[Barks]

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.

[Sighs]

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've lost him again.

Oh, that's too bad.

Yes. Just when we were growing fond of him.

[Freeway barking]

Will you excuse us? Yes.

Come on, freeway. Time's up.

[Barking]

Come here! Come here! Come here!

Well... Oh, Watson!

You have got a lot of bloodhound in you, you know that?

Oh, he's out.

Here we are.

I'll take the dog.

Go!

Well, get them!

And get the dog!

[Grunting]

[Grunts] Give me it!

Give me it!

All right, hold it!

All right. Put the gun down.

Carefully.

Now call the dogs.

[Whistles]

[Barking]

[Growls] Ahh!

[Grunting]

[Police siren wailing]

[Car brake screeches]

[Jonathan] Take him, will you? Here.

There's another one on the other side.

Come here, Watson. Come on!

Come here, baby. Aw...

You are some dog, you know that?

Yes. Ooh...

Hello, baby.

[Doorbell rings]

Uh, 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.

[Doorbell rings]

Not even the real owner?

But, darling, in order to own a dog, you have to love it.

[Knocking on door]

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

Can you? Darn right.

Possession is 9/10 of the law.

And love is the other tenth.

Rascal!

You're right.

Love is the other tenth.

[Laughs]

[♪♪]