"Oh, my God." " Will he live?" " Mm-hmm." " What's his name?" " I don't know." "He's not my dog." "I, um..." "I was driving through the hills, and I hit him." "It was really dark." "Well, you brought him in." "You'll have to pay the bill." "Of course I brought him in." "I hit him." "It was my fault." " What do you do?" " I'm an actress." "You act for nothing?" "I didn't say I wouldn't pay." "Of course I will pay the bill." " How much is it?" " $218." "$218?" "That includes inoculation, medicine and after-hour fees." " Do you take credit cards?" " All of them." "Thank you." " He's gonna be okay, isn't he?" " Oh, yeah." "He'll be fit to take him home with you." "Or board him here for the night for $25." "Well, I think somebody must be looking for him." "I suggest you take him to the pound, unless you want to keep him." "Is the pound where you find lost animals?" "Yes, but if the owner doesn't claim him in three days, he'll be put to sleep." " You mean they'd kill him?" " Yes." "Well, maybe somebody at the pound will adopt him." "Not this dog." "Why not?" "He's beautiful and he's strong." "He'd be a great family dog." "Well, don't let his looks fool ya." "He's too old to adopt." "They only adopt cute, little puppies at the pound." "Well, isn't there someplace where someone will want him?" "No." "S.P.C.A." "Send in a photo of him to list with "dog found"... and the owner will find you if he checks with them." "And put up posters in the area where you hit him." "And make sure you state you want a reward." " Why a reward?" " You want your money back, don't you?" "Push two penicillin pills down his throat twice a day... until the owner contacts you." " Down his throat?" " All the way down." "Come on!" "Hey, boy!" "Mmm!" "Hey." "Take your pill." "Take your pill." "Come on." "Open the mouth." "Take the pill." "Take..." "Quit spittin' it out." "Come on." "This is really good for you." "You have to take it." "Come on." "All right." "Forget it." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on!" "Okay." "Sit down." "There you go." "I got the camera." "Okay." "Look at me." "Come on." "Look here." "Look at this." "Right here." "Come on." "Yeah." "Yeah, that's good." "Good boy." "Good job." "There we go." "Right there!" "Oh, oh, that's great." "Look at me." "Oh, that's gonna be a good one." "This is not gonna hurt you." "Come on." "Hey!" "What are you doing?" "Hey." "Listen." "You're a single girl... living all by yourself up in the hills." "That is dangerous, Miss Julie." "I know." "But I like living alone." "You know, for an intelligent girl... sometimes you're not very bright." "Look, if you won't let me move in with you, at least keep the dog." " You'll have a bodyguard." " Bodyguard." " Yeah." " Oh." "That's cute." "No, it wouldn't be fair, to me or the dog." "Once you have a dog, you end up spending more time with the dog, taking care of it... and not concentrating on your work." "Ah, wait a minute." "If that's true, how come every time I see a picture of a big star... she's always surrounded by three or four dogs, huh?" "They're rentals." " They are." " You cynic." "Come on." "Thanks for today." "No!" "No!" "No!" "No!" "No, no!" "You fight me, I'll kill ya." "That was a swell bunch." "I'm glad to have been able to serve." "To tell you that we were going out to bring back help." "Aah!" "No!" "No!" "No." "Operator, give me the police." "Oh!" "Aah!" "Aah!" "Same damn rapist I nailed last year." " Okay, we'll read your rights." " Come here." "It's okay, boy." "It's okay." "You're lucky to have a dog like that, young lady." "Here." "Shh." "It's okay." " All done, Miss Sawyer." " Thanks." "Bye!" "Look what we got!" "A new window." "Okay." "Time to play." " Hello." " Roland, the screen test went great!" "I think I've got it." "They're gonna see it tomorrow." "Well, good." "Good for you." "You deserve it." "How you feeling?" "You still have the shakes?" "Well, a little bit, here and there." "How are your arms?" "How are the bruises?" "Well, they covered it up with makeup." "Good." "I hope they put that son of a bitch away for life." "Let's not talk about that anymore." " No one called to claim the dog." " Good." "Listen, beauty, about tonight..." "I'm afraid I'm gonna have to cancel." "I've got a meeting with that producer, and it's... looks like he may give me a chance to direct my own damn script." "No!" "Roland, let me call you right back." "The dog got into my laundry and made a big mess." "Let me call you right back." "Hey!" "What are you doin'?" "Those are my underwear, not yours!" "Give me those." "Give me that!" "Give me that!" "Give me my underwear!" "Give me that!" "Give it up!" "Such a sick dog." "They're mine!" "Get..." "Give me that!" "They're mine, you little twit." "Oh!" "Damn it." "Oh." "Clementine!" "Have you seen a white German shepherd?" "No, I haven't, Julie." "Los Angeles Animal Shelter." " Is this the pound?" " This is the animal shelter." "May I help you?" "Uh, I lost a dog." "A white German shepherd." "He's a male." "What's the tag number?" "He lost his tag." " Well, what's the number?" " I don't know." "I-I thought maybe you people picked him up." "Our last pickup truck comes in around 5:00." "Maybe he's too big for the apartment." "Excuse me." "Snuffy." "Snuffy?" " Is that him?" " No." "Pardon me." "Snuffy?" " Billy." "Billy, get away from there." " I don't see him in the other one either." "Is that him?" "That's not him." "Come on, girl." "Here, sir." "Sir?" " Is that all of them?" " That's all of them." "Sorry, folks." "Maybe your animal will be in tomorrow's pickup." " Hello." " Julie." "Terrible news." "I'll find him." "Find who?" "What's your terrible news?" "They picked Jessica Drummond for the part." "I just got it from the boss." "But they haven't seen my test yet." "She had it locked in from the start." "Tough luck, Julie." "Good-bye." "They haven't seen my test." " Operator." " Give me the police." "You scared the shit out of me, you little shit!" "Look at you." "You're a mess." "Huh?" "Did you get in a fight?" "Look at this." "Come on, baby." "It's okay." "It's okay." "What did you do to yourself?" "Bless you." " I think I'm gonna write a dog story." " Yeah?" "Write about my dog." ""My dog"?" "Well, why not?" "Maybe if I write about him, they'll let me direct it." "Mmm." "And star both of us." "Then I could work." "Hmm." "You working tomorrow?" "Yeah." "Molly and I play stewardesses sightseeing in a gondola." " Oh, good." "You got any lines?" " Two, and they're very boring." "Very boring." "Look, if we're supposed to be celebrating return of the lone wolf, why are you so down?" "Is it 'cause you didn't get the role?" "Darlin', she is not the first girl... to have a role locked in right from the start." "But I could have done something with that part." "I know." " They didn't even look at my test." " What was it, 20 seconds?" " Fifteen." " Fifteen." "What can you do in 15 seconds, huh?" " Huh?" " Nothing." " What's in the middle of a bagel?" " Nothing." "Then why are we wasting our time and good wine... talking about nothing, huh?" " I don't know." " Huh?" "Oh." "Mmm." "Could we maybe put him outside?" "Why?" "All right." "I'll put him outside." "Come back here." "Come here." "Get off the couch." "Come on." "You're makin' a mess." "Come on." "Get off!" "Come on." " Hey!" "Get off!" "Get..." "Ow!" " No, no." "Be careful." "Watch the feet!" "Watch the feet!" "Aah!" "I'm never gonna play the violin again." "What are you doin'?" "Ow!" " Oh!" " Oh, that must hurt." "What?" "You're in the picture." "Back it off." " You look beautiful." " Step out of the way, okay?" "Watch your back." " Well..." " How high?" " Phil?" " Get that fan out, would you?" " Boom." "Pick up the boom." " Little more with the fan." "So how daringly?" "Get somebody in there and see if you've got a part." "You're all set now on what you're supposed to do, huh?" "Okay." "Terrific." "The boat's gonna rock a little bit, so don't let that throw you, okay?" "Yeah." "Don't go overboard." "Okay." "Terrific." "I want it on the record, Herb." "I'm shooting this under protest." "It's out of sync." "I'm getting nothing but flicker." "In France they call that "artistic"." "As Truffaut would say, "formidable"." " "Formidable"." " Okay." "Let's go." "Let's go." "Stand by for picture!" "Give me a bell!" "Roll 'em!" "Action." "Isn't that pretty?" " They're so pretty." " Isn't that Lord Byron's house?" "I think so." "I love his poetry." " It's beautiful." " Oh, look!" "Look at that one." "This is great." "Oh, look over there." "It's so pretty." "Hey." "Got ya." "All right." "The dog isn't rabid." "But any time in the last 10 days, Molly could have pressed charges." "Now, she didn't, but you're not gonna be that lucky the next time." "What do you mean, "next time"?" "There will be a next time!" "You've got yourself an attack dog!" "Hello." "Oh, hi." "Can I call you right back?" "Yeah." "Bye." " I don't know what you're talking about, Roland." " Come on, Julie." "A dog trained by professionals to attack people." "You have got to have him killed." "Will you stop talking about killing him?" "Listen to me." "Molly wasn't his first victim." "Now, she certainly isn't gonna be his last." "Please, darling, just take him down to the pound right now." " It will be over in seconds." " Do you know how they kill those dogs?" "I was there!" "I saw it!" "Now, wait a second!" "You don't compare him to those animals!" "They are innocent!" "Now, that dog has got to be stopped before he kills somebody!" " That dog is sick!" " Then he should be cured." "Darlin', the people that made him sick made him permanently sick!" "Then they should be put to sleep, not the dog!" "Aw, come on, Julie, you got a four-legged time bomb!" "All right!" "So let's say somebody trained him to be an attack dog." "Let's just say that." "There's gotta be a place where they retrain these dogs, and I'll find that place, that's all!" "Julie, now you listen to me." "Jesus H. Christ." "Julie, that son of a bitch is ready to attack me right now." "He's not gonna hurt you." "Nobody..." "Nobody can retrain him and guarantee him 100% safe." "Nobody can do that." "You made your point, Roland." "He's my responsibility." "Goddamn it, Julie!" "He could attack anybody." "Bullshit!" "Nobody's gonna kill him!" "Nobody." "I'm calling the cops, or I'm gonna get chewed up trying." "Please." "There's gotta be somebody who can help him." "Please?" "Stay there!" "Shana." "Shana." "Shh, shh, shh, shh." "Come on, Shana!" "Hup!" "Hup!" "Hup!" "Hup!" "Stay." "Stay." "Stay." "Stay." "Hi." "Can I help you?" "Uh, a-are you Mrs. Carruthers?" "No, I'm Martine Dawson." "I'm looking for Mr. Carruthers." "Across the road." "Little green house on your left-hand side." "Thanks." "Bye." "What?" "Quit." "Quit." "No can do, Mr. Driscoll." "Too risky." "Tell ya what... use our panther." "He's safe, and he knows every camera angle." "Yeah." "Good-bye." "I got another call." "Noah's Ark." "Carruthers speaking." "Hello, Mr. Kellogg." "What do you need?" "Uh, it's open!" "Come on in." "Ah, that's impossible." "Mr. Keys is swamped." "He's breakin' in a load of wild animals." "He's working the leopards and jaguars for two features... and he's taming four crazy chimps for a movie of the week." "Sit down, honey." "Make yourself comfortable." "All I can do for ya, Mr. Kellogg, is to give you another man... who will get our tiger to sit on the automobile with a girl in a bikini." "And he'll see to it that she's not bitten on her finer parts." "Weekly rate." "Bye-bye." "Well, what kind of an animal do you want to rent?" "You doin' a TV show, a movie or a commercial?" "I tell ya, we've got the smartest gorilla in the business." "Does great documentaries." " I've got a problem." " You have a problem?" "Let me tell you about problems." "That!" "That is the enemy." "Over 40 years of training animals for the movies... and it's come down to putting us in storage... for a piece of tin with blinking' red lights!" " Are you married?" " No." " Any children?" " No." "When you do have them, by the time they're 25, there won't be any animals." "Mr. Carruthers..." "Did you happen to see..." "Did you happen to see True Grit?" "Remember when Duke reached down with his hand into that hole full of rattlers?" "That's the hand that did it." "That's the hand that helped Duke win the Oscar!" "I really do have a problem." "I'm listenin'." "I'd like you to teach him, or rather, unteach him... something bad that he's been taught to do." "He's an attack dog." "Yeah." "Good friend of mine had a German shepherd for eight years." "Lived with him." "Slept with him." "Hunted and fished with him." "Did everything with him." "Then one night that dog turned and chewed my friend's jugular out." "That dog was an old attack dog." "Can you help him?" " Can't." " Why not?" "Can't nobody can unlearn a dog." "Nobody." "Well, there's gotta be someplace." "There's gotta be someone who can." "I mean, you have to know someone." "Well, there is." "Who?" "Well, I heard about him years ago." "Can't even recall his name." "He's probably dead now." "You're my last resort." "And if you don't help him, they're gonna kill him." "They should." "They should, miss." "Let me give you a little tip." "You take that dog right down to the pound." "With that dog out of circulation... there'll be a lot of people sleep better tonight." "There's nothing I can do for an attack dog that's gone bad." "I am sorry." "Help me!" "Help me!" "Help me!" "That ain't no attack dog you got." "That's a white dog!" " Of course he's a white dog." " I don't mean his color!" "He's taught to attack and kill black people!" "That's crazy!" "I don't believe that!" "What the hell you mean, huh?" "You see this scar, lady?" "You see this goddamn scar?" "Well, I got that when I was 14 years old." "A white dog did it!" "I'm gonna call the police." "I'm gonna tell 'em we got a goddamn white dog here." "Joe, forget the police." "And as for the rest of the men, he's just an attack dog." "Understood?" "Keys, if you work on that bastard..." "I go." "Damn it, Keys!" "Don't start that again!" "You ain't got the time!" "Take five weeks vacation, Joe." "If I don't break him..." "I'll shoot him." "Come in." "I hope you didn't bring that damn dog with you." "They didn't allow visitors until now." "Well, I'm glad you're the first one, Julie." "Julie, don't make me feel any worse with that long, guilty face of yours." "It wasn't your fault." "It was an accident." "Come over here." "Sit down." "Come on." "And besides, I'm fully covered by the Screen Actors Guild and Blue Cross." "Molly." "Julie, don't ask if there's anything you can do for me." "You've done it." "You're here." "Where did you get that hound of the Baskervilles?" "I found him in the hills." "Aha!" "That's the danger in picking up a stranger." "You don't know what family background he's got." "Is he still with you?" " No." " Good." "You know, I've gone over it in my head a hundred times." "What do you think spooked that mutt?" "I don't know." "Give it all you got." "Come on!" "The old man's still blunting all the syringe heads on this damn robot." "Well, all I know is this tranquilizer gun needs cleaning... and I'm working with an elephant today." " I'll clean it." " Thanks." "Where the hell'd he hide 'em this time?" "Ah, there they are." "I'm gonna trick him into using some of these regular darts." "You're too tired to even try, huh?" "Can you tell me where I can find Mr. Keys?" "You can't bother him right now, young lady." "He's workin' a lion." " Are you the owner of that attack dog?" " Yes." "Yeah, he said somethin' about you comin'." "Up this road." "On the right is the arena." "You can't miss it." "It's a big dome with bars." "You can't drive up there." "You gotta walk." "There's no, uh, visitors' parking up there." " Thank you." " Sure." "Now, Warners okayed the money on that wild cat deal... but he's got to be ready on the 16th." "And you're gonna need a hell of a lot of time to crack him." "Good morning, Mr. Keys." "Good morning, Miss Sawyer." "Good morning, Mr. Carruthers." " What's good about it?" " Keys letting me watch him work." "Huh." "That old dog of yours is unusually powerful, Miss Sawyer." " You can call me Julie, you know." " Ah, thanks." "Well, Julie, that means that I'm gonna have to be... stronger and meaner to wear him down." "That's just the rock bottom beginning." "I got to wear him down till he realizes it does him no good to attack me." " And then he's cured?" " Oh, no." "Then comes the permanent reconditioning of his brain." " Here." " Now we move into step two... of the procedure." "What was step one?" "With the muzzle." "You better get in that cage next to him." "He would never hurt me." "Would ya, huh?" "Get in the cage, please." "Julie." "I'm gonna make you learn... that it's useless to attack black skin." "Go on." "All right." "There it is." "See, it's not your enemy." "Sniff it." "Not yet, huh?" "I don't understand." "One minute he... he's gentle as a lamb, and the next minute he's a monster." "He's not the monster." "No, he was made into one by a two-legged racist." "You know, I don't understand how that can happen." "I..." "I really don't." "How can..." "How can someone turn a dog into a racist?" "Well, over a hundred years ago, they raised dogs to catch runaway slaves." "Then they progressed... to track down runaway black convicts." "What about runaway white convicts?" "Well, almost overnight... they graduated to a vicious breed of watchdogs... trained to tear apart any blacks within sight." "Does he attack any other color?" "No." "Dogs live in a black-and-white world." "Unlike ours, they live it visually and not racially." " The man who owned him..." " Yes?" " How did he turn him into a racist dog?" " It's simple." "Find a black wino who desperately needs a drink... or a black junkie who'll do anything for a fix... and then pay them to beat that dog of yours when he was a puppy." "A puppy?" "The younger the better." "And as the dog grew up, those methodical beatings by blacks... planted that seed of fear in him." "And that fear became hate, and that hate... conditioned him to attack the color black before..." "Before black can attack him." "Well, can't the sick part of him be cut out?" " Like..." "like a cancer?" " Oh, yes." "But, to me, lobotomy is a barbaric recourse." "You see, Julie, I'd like to develop a foolproof method of reconditioning... so that anyone, anywhere, within a matter of weeks... will be able to eradicate that racist poisoning permanently." "Maybe that way that'll stop bigots from investing hate and time into dogs like yours." "Has anyone ever tried doing that... without surgery?" "Oh, yeah." "A number of animal experts, you know... but they all stop when they reach that same danger zone... that crucial instant where tampering with a dog's twisted mind just boomerangs." "And then what?" "Homicidal maniac." "He could turn on... anybody." "Even me?" "Twice I've gotten into the brain of a white dog." "Twice I've come that close... to cutting out that savagery without using a knife." "And both times the experiment failed." "Ah, she's a beauty." "You sure you got the right one?" "Ask Teddy." "No, thank you." "Ah, it's a big molar." "Yeah." "Be nice to add to your collection on that necklace." "Yeah." "Did I ever tell you about the time I pulled the tooth of a billy goat?" "No, Carruthers, I don't believe you ever have." "Well, I had this billy goat, and he was mean as a striped-ass spider." "Hi, handsome." "Look what I got for you." "Look." "Look at that." "You're gonna like this." "You like the bun, huh?" "Juicy hamburger." "No one but this color black feeds that dog!" "No one!" "He's got to know he's stuck with me." "Julie." "What happened to that pretty face of yours?" "You like you got caught with your hand in a cookie jar." "Keys caught me." "Doing something naughty?" "Yeah, something real naughty." "Something really stupid." "Did he chew you out?" "He should have spanked me." "What did you do?" "I fed Mr. Hyde." "Hell, that'll set Keys back a full week of work... trying to change that dog back into Dr. Jekyll." "Hey, Keys." "Keys." "Hey, Keys." " Hey." " Yo." "That damn mutt of yours bit his way out through the roof." "He'll probably try to climb over the fence, like that bobcat." "Well, if he does, he's gonna have an electric hangover." "It'll serve him right." "Hello." "The dog busted out of the compound." "I think he must have hit a branch and set off the electrified fence." "Now, as soon as it's light, we'll try to find him." "He killed a man." "In a church." "And I'm sure it's not the first black man he's killed." "Why didn't you kill him?" "I wanted to shoot him at the church." " Why didn't you?" " Oh... how I wanted to put a bullet in that son of a bitch!" "Then why the hell didn't you?" "Because there's still a chance to cure him." "Cure him?" "He just killed a man." "There is no way you can cure that dog!" "I want you to shoot him now, before he kills more blacks!" "So you finally joined the club." "That club of horrified people who raise holy hell about that disease... that racist hate... but do absolutely nothing to stamp it out." "That dog is the only weapon we have at least to remove a part of it!" "If I cure him." "If?" ""If" is not gonna stop him from killing people!" "Yes, Julie." "I can't guarantee the result." "But if I fail..." "I'll get another white dog... and another, or another, or another, and another... and keep on working till I lick it." "Because that's the only way to stop sick people from breeding sick dogs." "And goddamn it..." "I can't experiment on a dead dog." "I'm gonna break ya." "I'm not through with you... yet." "Well..." "Come on." "This Romanian caviar is too good to go to waste." "Well, I feel like all three of us are conspirators." "We are." "Well, we'd better get ready for the pokey then." "Now look." "That dog could have snapped off this black enemy hand." "But look, it's-it's intact." "And that's a spark of reconditioning." "To our first breakthrough." "Okay." "To the hamburger." "How did he get into all this?" " What?" " All this." "All of what?" "Oh." "That's breeding." "Keys was suckled on anthropology." "His mother teaches it, and his father writes about it." "Keys drives a Mercedes-Benz while his classmates... teaches grammar to little knotheads." "That must be Tom with the serum for those Kodiaks, huh?" " Yep." " Don't you miss what your parents do?" "Oh, no." "No." "They're welcome to their academic world." "I-I can live where I want and go where I please... and work where I live." "You know, and every cage in that compound is a test tube." "I mean, to me, Noah's Ark is like a laboratory... that, uh, Darwin himself would go ape over." "Oh, please." "Come on." " Help yourself." " Thank you." " Uh-huh." " These smell good." " While it's hot." " Mmm." "Sour cream." " Love it." " Fattening." "Good." "Oh." " Have some." " My diet..." "Come on in, Tom." "Oh." "Sorry to bother you folks." "I'm from San Berdoo." "I'm looking for Yakima Crossing." "Oh, it's about, uh, 10 miles further up the road." "Uh, it's the second turn on your left." "There's no sign." "Uh-huh." "Thank you." "Enjoy your dinner, folks." "Good night." "Now listen." "We all know that... in the long run, what we're doin' with this dog is proper." "It's right." "It's humane." "Now, the officials... they... they won't understand that." "They believe in long words and... long prison terms." "They won't give a tinker's damn for a dog with a mental problem." "They'll just shoot him." "Well... what I'm sayin' is... if this gets out... we're in trouble." "Oh, to hell with all this." "Let's get at these lamb chops." "Come on." "Let's eat." "Come on." "Forget it." " All right." " Go." "Come on." " Well..." " Keys." "Now I know why it took you so long to get that dog to eat out of your hand." "Boy, come here." "Come here." "Yeah." "Hey." "Ah." "Good boy." "That didn't hurt, did it?" "You're a weird one, you know that?" "Yeah." "So you're finally beginning to trust me, huh?" "Now, you're gonna remember this tomorrow, now, aren't you?" "Good dog." "Yeah." "Good boy." "Yeah." "Yeah." "One last test, okay?" "Hey." "Well, a blessing from heaven, Keys." "Five weeks are up, and you've licked the disease." "I don't think so." "What the hell is there to think about?" "Look at him." "All that black skin for him to be chewing' on... and he's happy as a clam, eatin' like a horse." "That's no proof he's permanently reconditioned." "I'm kind to him, Jack." "He finally learned to love and trust me." "But he only knows that my blackness... is no longer the enemy he's been trained to hate and attack." "Well, in my book, your experiment is a howling success." "Not yet." "I have to test him with a black who hasn't fed him... somebody he doesn't know." "A new black enemy." "Charlie, I guarantee you won't get hurt." "Good." "Nice boy." "Easy does it." "Easy." "Easy." "Aw." "Good boy." "Well, Julie is sitting on a hot griddle waiting for your miracle." "Why don't you give her a call and tell her he's a hundred percent cured?" " Ninety-nine." " One percent." "Now, that percent has got me in a corner." "He's still on the razor's edge of a mental breakdown." "That dog's been subjected to so much brutal punishment, anything can explode." "Come on." "Call her." " Hello." " Julie." "Keys." "Um... well, as soon as you can get here, I'll make the final, crucial test." "Uh..." "I would say it's, uh... almost "V" for victory." "I'll be right there!" "Miss Julie Sawyer?" " Yes?" " I'm Wilber Hull." "These are my grandchildren." "Helen here is six." " Theona's eight." " Oh." " Hi." " This is the lady." "Hello, Miss Sawyer." "Hello, Miss Sawyer." "Hi." "I'm in a real big hurry." "You'll have to excuse me." "W..." "Uh..." "Where's my dog?" "The S.P.C.A. Said you have our dog, Miss Sawyer." "He ran away from the trailer park." "We're very grateful you took such good care of him." "We've brought you some chocolates." " Did you train him?" " I sure did." "Since he was just a puppy." "To be a white dog?" "And the best of the lot." "You bastard!" " You look here, young lady." " You sick son of a bitch!" "You got two puppies there." "You gonna teach 'em to be as sick as you are?" "Do you know what your grandfather did to that dog?" "He turned that dog into a monster!" "A killer!" "Don't you let him turn you into monsters either!" "Don't listen to a damn word he says about anything!" "Not a damn word!" "You shut your damn mouth!" " Don't even touch me!" " Why, you..." "You sick son of a bitch!" "If you don't give us our dog back, I'll go to the police." "Go to the police!" "Go, you son of a bitch!" "I'd like to see you walk in there and tell them this story." "Then I'd like to haul your ass in court... and expose your sick mind for the son of a bitch you are." "The dog has been cured!" "Do you understand me?" "The dog has been cured!" "Cured by a black man." "Come on, boy." "You did it, Mr. Keys." "Keys!"