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- Uncle Pete!

No!

- I want that kid.

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

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

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

- Police!

- Alright, where is she?

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

- They got Ruffy.

- Hit it, man! Cops!

- Looks like our little
bird flew the coop.

- Works for me.

- No cheating, Yank.

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

Good luck!

I'm gonna beat you home, Yank.

- Hey, old Yank.

Looks like you found me.

Say, little pal.

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

- Pete!

Pete!

Pete!

Did I beat him?

Did I beat Yank?

- I knew I could beat ya.

Do you think he let
me win, Uncle Pete?

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

no matter how you come by it.

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

- Come on, we gotta
feed the birds.

Look at 'em.

No matter how much you feed 'em,

they always act like
they're starving to death.

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

Maybe you oughta let
'em out for a while.

- Oh, sure!

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

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

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

Pretty soon.

Uh, Ruffy!

Look, honey, why don't you

go down to the market
and get us a couple of

big, thick, juicy
steaks for dinner, huh?

- Steaks?
- Yeah.

- Sure!

Did you hit an exact
or something, Pete?

- Yeah.

I hit an exact.

Hey!

Take Yank with ya, come on.

Take care of him now, okay?

Here you go.

Get goin'.

Here's your stuff.

We're even.

And I'm out.

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

Look, I'd appreciate
it if you were

outta here by the
time the kid shows up.

- You know what I'm thinkin'?

I'm thinkin' what a shame it is

you went to all this trouble

to train these
smart little birds

to fly in our
merchandise for us,

and now you wanna retire 'em.

- I'm done.

Through, we're even!

- For how long?

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

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

do it yourself.

- Know what I think, fellas?

I think old Petey boy here

is looking for a bigger
piece of the action.

- I think so.

- The last thing I wanna hear

is some horse-playin'
rummy gettin' greedy.

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

and you're gonna do it for free!

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

If I say no, it's no!

You don't even know
where they land!

- Grab him, grab him!

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

- Grab those damn cages,
load the birds up,

and let's get the
hell outta here!

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

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

- Uncle Pete!

No!

Call an ambulance!

- Uncle Pete!

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

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

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

- Sgt. Hunter?

I'm Ruffy.

Ruffy Collier.

And I want to file a
stolen property report.

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

I work homicide.

You want to talk to
somebody in burglary.

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

- I was this morning.

- Your cousin,
Jilly, my bookmaker.

He said that you were
the best cop on the force

and that I should talk to you.

- Jilly's your bookmaker, too?

- Actually,

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

And I used to help
him make his picks.

But Uncle Pete
fell off the roof.

And was killed.

And somebody swiped the
rest of his pigeons.

And now I want to
file a complaint

so that you can help find them.

- Pigeons, huh?

Okay, who put her up to this?

Delgato?

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

but I'm real busy right now.

- They stole the
rest of his pigeons

and nobody wants to help me!

- Nice goin', Hunter.

Your Uncle Pete gambled a lot?

- I guess.

Benny called him a degenerate.

I think that means
he gambled a lot.

- Who's Benny?

- A friend.

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

Uncle Pete never bet on pigeons.

He bet on horses and
football and basketball.

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

Considering the odds Jilly pays.

- Hunter!

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

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

but I gotta be honest with you.

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

this is a very petty crime.

Do you understand
what I'm saying?

You're not gonna
help me find out

who took 'em and get 'em back.

The captain wouldn't
authorize it, sweetheart.

The birds aren't worth enough

to justify the time of
two police officers.

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

And Yank,

I could get $700 for
his as a breeder.

How many birds did you
say there were again?

- McCall.

- About 30, not counting Yank.

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

- Come on.

- Hunter.

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

- Why don't you two go on up?

I'll check in.

This is L-56, McCall.

I need some information
on somebody.

Patch me into records, please.

L-56, stand by.

- Ruffy, isn't it possible

that somebody left
the cage doors open

and the birds flew away?

- Somebody took 'em.

The carrying cages are gone.

And anyway, if somebody
did let them go,

only Yank would come back.

Because, you see,

Yank was retrained to this coop.

And if something
happened to this coop,

Yank would fly back
to his old home.

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

- Not yet.

They hadn't been
here long enough

to find out that this
is their real home.

Uncle Pete just got 'em.

- Ruffy,

you said your Uncle
Pete gambled a lot.

Was he in hoc to the bookies?

- For a long time.

But he got healthy again
just before his accident.

He'd been living on
beans for a month.

And then all of a sudden,

he sends me out to
buy some steaks.

He musta hit a big one.

- Hunter?

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

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

probably the result of the fall.

He had an open pint of
bourbon in his pocket,

but the blood tests
showed under .01,

so he wasn't drunk.

- So we've got a
degenerate gambler who,

according to Ruffy,
was tapped out.

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

- Can they help me
find my pigeons for me?

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

- Well, we can't run
a police investigation

with you tagging
along, you know.

- Investigation?

Come on, those birds
are probably...

Those birds are probably
somewhere by now.

- Come on, let's go.

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

Could we run the
siren this time?

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

- That's it!

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

I'm ten, you know.

And besides, I don't
wanna worry my parents

coming home in a
police car and all.

Bye.

They'll hardly recognize
this as a police car.

You think we're saps
for running this down.

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

- Well, we may have a homicide.

It's obvious what
could have happened.

One of Pete's gambling
debts caught up with him

and they grabbed
his only assets.

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

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

'Cause she's not goin' home.

There she is.

- Hey, sweetie.

Should you be on
your own like this?

4062 Tiverton Road.

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

- Yes, ma'am!

- Police!

- You okay?

- Yeah.

What'd they want with that kid?

- Good question.

Real good question.

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

What kinda answer is that?

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

on the other side of the border.

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

Which one of you two guys

wants to explain that
to our creditors?

- You don't understand.

These two were cops.

- You don't understand!

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

Huh?

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

We're gonna all wind
up as mince meat

in some local butcher shop.

Now you two hit every place

where that kid might
be and then some.

I want that kid.

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

and where they're
gonna fly into.

- And those two
gunslingers we ran into,

we just forget about 'em?!

That ain't so easy.

Listen, man.

I've heard about Hunter.

- I don't care what you heard.

You two guys find that kid!

- This is what she said,

6042 Tiverton.

- What do we owe you?

- Always wanted to help the law.

Besides, the kid
took care of it.

- Here you go.

Thank you.

- Okay, Wags.

Ten across on
Rubberneck in the third.

Can I help you?

- Yeah, is your name Benny?

- Yeah.

What do you want?

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

- So...

Am I supposed to...

- Okay, sport.

I'm lookin' for that girl

and I better find her in
primo condition real quick.

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

- No!

No!

Please don't hurt him!

Leave him alone!

- Ruffy.
- Are you alright?

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

It's alright, baby.

Alright, sweetheart.

After her parents died,

it was foster homes
and juvenile hall.

The usual bit.

Then Pete found her.

- Nobody from the social welfare

never came lookin' for you?

- Sure they did.

But Pete took care of 'em.

Pete was a warm, decent,
wonderful human being.

A sweetheart.

But he was a degenerate gambler.

- Who did Pete owe, do you know?

- Every book in town.

- About three months ago

he told me he was
stuck over 30,000.

He was in that deep and
they still carried him?

- Nah.

They sold off his markers
a quarter a dollar.

To, would you believe this,

Jake Henderson.

- Jake Henderson?

He breaks kneecaps for a livin'.

Since when has he been
buyin' up markers?

- He bought up Pete's.

And a funny thing happened.

The two of them wound partners

in a scheme that Pete
said would get him even.

- Like what?

- He didn't say.

And me,

I don't ask such questions.

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

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

- What else?

If you want her, you
could file an application

with the Child
Welfare Department.

- I'd give my right arm.

But what happens
when they investigate

and find out what
I did for a living?

- Ruffy?

It's time to go, sweetheart.

- I wanna stay with
my Uncle Benny.

- You will, sweetheart.

We'll work it out somehow.

You'll let me know where she is

and what's happening, please.

- Sure, Benny.

- I'm gonna turn on
my answering machine,

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

you hear my voice,

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

Are you tired?

Ready for a nap?

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

after what's happened today.

- I bet you do, too.

Come on.

Put your head up.

Here.

We wants to take a nap with you.

Sleep tight, kid.

- You know, we really
should turn her over

to the Child Welfare people.

- Been to juvenile hall lately?

- Yeah.

Alright, what do
you say we go see

what Jake Henderson was
doing with Pete Collier?

- Good idea.

McCall.

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

in case Jake tries
to boogie outta here.

- Okay.

It's your idea, your job.

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

It's a pretty rough
place in there.

- Okay, we'll flip a coin.

- Alright, we'll use my coin.

- Heads.

Heads.

- You cheat.

Next time, we'll use your coin.

The one with two tails.

Now come on, let's go.

Besides, you look like a cop.

They'll never make me.

It's the cops!

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

without this, Jake.

- Okay, Jake.

You wanna tell me
why you bought up

all of Pete Collier's markers?

- Pete Collier, I
never heard of him.

- How's your hearing now, Jake?

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

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

And 25 cents on the dollar,

how much could I lose, right?

- Yeah, well his luck,

it ran out altogether.

- It happens.

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

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

You spent 7,500 buying
up those markers

but you must have pulled
in at least that much

when you unloaded Pete's birds.

- What birds?

You mean the pigeons?

I heard they flew away.

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

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

- Yeah.

Get outta here!

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

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

- Come on.

- This is how we used to do it

when we were busting
bookies in vice.

Here we go.

5-5-5,

7-7,

2-1.

- Deakin.

Jake.

Hey, what the hell
did you get me into?

- What are you talkin' about?

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

name of Hunter.

Now I ain't standin'
still for this.

Deakin,

I'm tellin' ya.

- Cool it, Jake, just cool it.

Did he bust ya?

- No, but...

Then what are you worried about?

He's just blowin' smoke.

If he flashes his
badge again, call me.

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

- Of course not!

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

- Okay, I'll talk to you later.

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

off San Fernando Road, right?

That's a roger, L-56.

- Thanks, Lucille.

L-56 out.

Oh, whoa!

No, no, no, whoa!

You are not getting
into my car with that.

It doesn't go with
the upholstery.

- You're so picky.

This sauce is gonna eat
right through my paint.

Why do you have all of that?

I bought a couple extra
chili dogs for Ruffy.

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

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

You ready for this?

It belongs to a
Nabor's Feed and Grain

out in the Northwest Valley.

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

- You know what else?

There was a sack of pigeon feed

in Pete's loft with
their name on it.

- Okay, well why
don't you finish your

whatever and we'll
go check it out.

L-56, standby for a patch call

from your precinct captain.

Standby, please.

Hey, where are you?

- Uh, Captain, this is McCall.

Hunter is, uh,

out of the car right now.

Can I help?

Yeah, I got a real upset lady

from Child Welfare on my phone

wanting to know what
you two have done

with one of their charges.

I suggest you explain it to her.

Hold on while I patch
her call into you.

- Great.

- Okay, now what do I tell her?

- Tell him you can't hear her

because your radio doesn't work.

Hunter, this is
my car, not yours.

In my car, everything works.

- Except the radio.

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

You didn't even want this case.

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

"after a bunch of birds."

You remember that?

- This case is obviously bigger

than a bunch of missing birds.

I think we should do
it my way, McCall.

Otherwise, somebody's
gonna find out

you've been harboring a child

that should be in the custody

of the Child Welfare Department.

- You went along with it.

You are an accomplice.

- But she's in your apartment.

Would you like to
come in and watch?

Comin'!

- Carl Deakin?

- Yeah, what do you want?

- A mutual friend sent
me over to see ya.

Jake Henderson?

- About what?

- Well, he said you'd make me

a heck of a deal
on some pigeons.

- I don't sell pigeons.

Only feed, a few quail,

and some loft equipment.

That's all.

- Oh, come on.

I was standin' right there

when he made the phone call.

- You're a cop, right?

- He made you, too.

What do you think tipped it off?

Was it something
you said or did or

maybe it was just instinct?

- Oh, I think it was instinct.

Like me, I've got it, too.

Only on the other
side of the fence.

Like right now,

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

and that maybe
they're right here.

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

So get lost.

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

They belong to a little girl.

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

- If you got a warrant,

you can look 'til
your eyes pop out.

If not,

there's the door.

- You want a paper?

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

But I gotta be honest
with you, Deakin.

The next time I leave here,

this place isn't
gonna be this neat.

And if you lied to me about

what you had to do
about Pete Collier's

dyin' from bad credit
and a broken neck,

you're gonna need
some rearranging, too.

- What'd you tell Miguel?

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

And he better have
the stuff ready.

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

- How we gonna do that?
- Do what?

- Go down there tomorrow.

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

How else?

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

She's dropped into a black hole.

She shouldn't be
that hard to find.

Where the hell
could that kid be?

At a friend of Pete's, right?

And how many friends can
a deadbeat like Pete have?

- I don't know, Deakin.

- Oh, another
country heard from.

What's your problem?

Look, she's just a little girl.

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

Let me tell you guys something.

The people that put up the money

for this run want that dope.

And if we don't deliver it,

we're all gonna wind
up in a cemetery.

Any other problems?

Okay, let's go.

- There you are, Hunter.

Captain's been looking
all over for you two.

Been running down those
missing pigeons, have we been?

- Captain, huh?

- Uh oh.

Bogies at twelve o'clock.

- Hunter, McCall.

This is Miss Rankin.

These are the two officers
you want to talk to.

Miss Rankin is with the
Child Welfare Department.

I'm looking for Teresa Collier.

- Have you tried
Missing Persons?

- Uh-uh.

You two are not gonna
smoke this one past me.

Now everybody saw you
leave here this morning

with the girl.

- Oh, Ruffy.

They mean Ruffy.

- Why didn't you say so?

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

- Do you have a foster
home ready for her?

- My job is to pick
up Teresa Collier

and take her into custody!

The girl is a truant
and a runaway.

- That's a laugh.

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

A kid that age,

a foster home could take
weeks, maybe months!

- Captain, I demand
that you order these two

to tell me where I
can find that girl!

- I'm sorry but an
attempt has been made

to kidnap that girl.

She's also a possible
witness in a crime.

So she's been placed
under police protection

until this investigation
is complete.

Unless you want to be
responsible for what happens

when the men looking
for her find her.

- Yeah.

- I didn't know
anything about this.

But I think under
the circumstances,

the girl should remain
under police protection.

- Well I at least
have to see her first.

I have to report
back the conditions

in which she is being held and

who will be the
supervising guardian.

- Ruffy?

Ruffy?

- Teresa?

Teresa, it's Miss Rankin
from Child Welfare.

Teresa?

Alright, where is she?

- Sergeant,

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

- Well she wasn't grabbed.

And she took Yank with her.

Looks like our little
bird flew the coop.

- Why?

I've been trying to reach

you and your partner all day.

I still got that lady from
the Child Welfare Department

and we know you have that girl.

Now call me or get
your butt in here!

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

and let you know
that last night was...

- Well...

Anyway, at least we
know she's alright.

- Yeah, but for how long?

- If she's in danger,

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

- A little girl with a birdcage

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

- Benny's!

- Benny!

Ruffy!

Over here!

- Hunter!

- They got Ruffy.

- Who?

- I don't know, they got her.

- How many of them were there?

- There were two.

A big one and a bigger one.

- Easy, easy, easy.

- Okay.

- This is Sgt. McCall
requesting an ambulance

at 6042 Tiverton.

Right.

Ambulance is on its way.

- Go find her.

Get her back, please!

I'll be okay.

- You sure?

- I'll be okay!

- You can relax, McCall.

Ain't nothin' here
but us chickens.

- I'd have sworn they
brought Ruffy here.

- They probably did.

- Where'd they take her?

- Probably the same
place they took

those other pigeons
that were in the coop.

- What do you suppose this is?

- Looks like a life
vest for pigeons.

You see, they put
'em on the birds

when they have to
fly over the water.

- You know, this does
look like something

that would fit on a pigeon.

Has little pockets here.

This is heroin.

It's Mexican brown.

Hunter, that's
what they're doing.

They're using pigeons
to transport heroin!

- I guess that would work.

- With Pete dead,

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

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

Look, I'll get in
touch with Immigration.

They can contact
the border patrols

of both Tijuana and Tecate.

They won't have enough time

to drive to Mexico and back.

Hello?

- Yeah, Chuck?

Yeah, what can I do for ya?

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

- What's the matter
with you people?

How many times I gotta tell ya?

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

- It is? Great.

Thanks a lot, Chuck,
just checkin'.

Van Nuys Airport, quick.

- I could show you how
to start the pigeons,

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

- You see, sweetie,

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

or we're gonna drop
ya outta the plane

along with the pigeons.

Only you don't get no parachute.

- Wait! Wait a minute.

Uncle Pete gave me
a picture of himself

in front of his old
place in Agoura.

- Hey, look at that, will ya?

- Now you don't need me anymore.

You can let me go.

- Hit it, man! Cops!

- That's the whole load.

This is the last pigeon.

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

There's a shopping
center a couple miles

this side of that hill.

And a new housing
development going up

five or so miles the other side.

- All I hope is you
can find the place.

It should be easy enough
to spot from the air.

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

- Ah, she's too scared to lie.

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

I wouldn't believe that
anybody in his right mind

would be doing
business with you guys.

You hang a million
bucks worth of dope

on a flock of pigeons?

Que estupidos!

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

- Let us worry about it, okay?

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

- Maybe you'll
turn this load over

and maybe I'll hear from you.

Amigo.

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

Adios.

- Let me tell you
something, cucaracha.

You wanna trade bad attitudes?

I got one with your name on it.

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

Or my pigeon-totin' friends

and I are gonna
come back down here

and stomp on some sombreros.

Comprende, amigo?

- Hey!

I got all the dope
you can buy, amigo.

Now if that stuff
don't reach the people

who are bankrolling you,

it ain't my neck.

Vamanos.

Let's finish up
here and get out.

- What the hell is this thing?

It's a vest they put on pigeons

so they can carry things.

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

- We got it in the warehouse

where they were
keeping the pigeons.

- Pigeons with their
own little vests.

It's cute, Hunter.

- But what's all
this got to do with

whether or not the
girl was kidnapped?

- We think the people
using these birds

are smuggling narcotics
up from Mexico.

And they kidnapped the girl

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

Using pigeons to
smuggle narcotics?

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

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

- The police chemist ran
a check on this vest.

The preliminary report
shows traces of pure,

uncut Mexican brown.

- How many birds did you
say that were involved?

- There's 30, give or take.

Each bird can carry two ounces.

- Two ounces, big deal!

- Thirty pigeons,

each carrying two
ounces of pure heroin.

28 grams to the ounce,
cut it seven times,

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

and we come up with...

One million one hundred
and seventy-six dollars.

- Exactly.

That would look
pretty good on my...

On our precinct report.

Drug bust that size.

We might have a
problem with that.

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

and he was trained
to land in the city.

Now according to Ruffy,

the other birds
are trained to land

in an entirely
different location.

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

- Well what are you waitin' for?

Go out and pick 'em up.

- We can't.

Only Pete Collier and Ruffy

knew the whereabouts
of that coop.

He's dead and she's
been kidnapped.

Obviously because she can
take Deakin right to the coop.

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

Deakin and the dope
will be long gone

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

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

- Just being realistic, McCall.

There goes our big bust!

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

- If he was half-parrot
and could talk.

- Captain, according to Ruffy,

he was originally trained
to the Agoura coop.

Now if we can make
him go back there,

we can hang a radio
direction finder on him.

If!

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

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

- Pigeons are like cats.

They never forget
where they live.

And if the current
loft isn't acceptable,

they'll always return to
their former roosting place.

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

Move in a noisy neighbor
next door to him?

- That's very cute, Bernie.

But I've got somethin'
else in mind.

- Let him fly.

- Turn him loose, Terwilliger.

- Hey, right there.

Take her down, the
barn right there.

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

- Yank!

- Hold it, kid!

- What the hell is this?

That looks like a transmitter.

- Freeze, police!

Stay put and put that gun down!

- You okay, honey?

- Yeah, I'm fine,

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

Hunter, you alright?

- I think I sprained by back.

- That was a dumb stunt.

You coulda gotten killed.

- Well it worked for her.

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

- We sure will.

- You betcha, Ruffy.

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

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

- Of course.

It's time to go.

- Gimme a hug.

You take care, huh?

- You, too.

- Bye, hon.
- Bye.

- Be good.

Bye.

- So long, Ruffy.

You, too, big guy...

- Bird, there oughta be a law...

Good riddance.

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

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

Otherwise, you might come down

with spikinosis of the mucket.

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

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

- Hunter, you ever
think about having kids?

- No.

- Me either.