Muzzle: City of Wolves

[ Dogs snarling, man screaming ]

[ Dogs barking, man yelling in distance ]

-Come on. That's good.

Good girl.

Happy birthday, Mama.

Not now, Argos.

-Hey, bud, I can't. I got a date.

Argos!

You're not gonna give up, are you?

-You're getting spoiled today, Socks.

-No wonder she likes you better than me.

Is that good, babe?

It's great.

-Is it? -Mm-hmm.

You're doing great, Jake.

Smile. You're on camera.

I didn't want to tell you.

I almost don't want to jinx it.

Oh, what?

Well, now you have to tell me.

You slept last night.

-You know I do that every night, right?

I mean, really, really slept.

Well, that's good, then.

I'm glad you're not a cop.

You're happier training canines.

I'm not scared anymore.

You're not scared?

You never told me you were scared.

Of what?

For you.

Like you were wrestling with something.

Yeah, that's just how I relax.

-Maybe. It just seems that... you're so still.

Like, whatever force or whatever you were fighting,

it's like...

-Side of ribs. Come back soon.

-Thank you. We will. It was delicious.

-Thank you. -Thank you.

-What were you saying? Go ahead.

It's like you won.

Oh! There's a fire.

-What? -At home. We got to go.

[ Smoke detector beeping, dog barking in distance ]

Come on!

Aah!

You didn't turn the oven off?

I never turned it on.

What is it, girl?

Socks...

Mia, call 911!

-International 911. What's the emergency?

-Someone's attacking us! Please!

Okay. Are you in danger?

-Hello? Yes, we're being attacked. Please.

And what is your name?

Mia Rosser.

Someone's trying to kill my husband.

-I'll see if I can get someone to help you.

Ma'am? Ma'am? What--

Jake?

Jake?!

Argos...

He's not going anywhere.

Socks? Get medical in here.

I need a medic.

-Hang on, girl. I'm not gonna move you.

Show me where it hurts. I'm gonna get help.

-He's in there. Jake! -Jake!

Cobb! Socks is down.

-Brown already called it in. Medical is en route.

-I'm okay. -Are you okay? Huh?

-Yeah. -

You're okay.

He looks okay. -Yeah.

-Mia, you stay here, okay? -Yeah, okay.

Argos...

-My eyes are your eyes to watch and protect you and yours.

My ears are your ears to hear and detect

evil minds in the dark.

My nose is your nose to scent the invader.

And so you may live.

My life is also yours.

Detail. A-ten-hut!

Port arms.

Ready! Aim! Fire!

Ready! Aim! Fire!

Argos.

Go home.

Hey.

All right, get up! Let's go.

Up, up.

I couldn't stand it... to see you there.

Among the dead.

You got what I want.

Your playing house by the ocean...

...ain't gonna fix it.

You're a good girl.

I'll see you soon, Socks.

I'll see you soon.

You're my insurance company, but you're not insuring me.

How does that work?

-Mr. Rosser, in your agreement, section 4, paragraph 9--

-Hold on. Let-- Let me. Let me finish. Okay?

Okay.

-I mean, because it just doesn't get simpler than this. Okay?

-You're frustrated, and I understand.

-I paid for business insurance. -That's not under dispute.

-My business, which you insured, got destroyed.

Yes, it did.

-I mean, I don't know how else to say it.

-Mr. Rosser, you listed the security cameras,

and in an incident of this...

- -No, the footage is gone.

It's gone. There's no more footage, okay?

I talked to the security company,

and they got hacked.

All right, I can put you in touch with them if you--

- Sir, without the footage,

your claim is likely to be rejected.

-Hold on. Say that again. I missed that.

Sir, without the footage--

-No, but there's a police report.

- -Yeah, I got an idea.

-Can we take the temperature down?

-Let's see who can hang up first, okay?

He's okay.

Hey, I'm not worried.

I heard you're good with dogs.

No, just talking to him.

- Jake, I'm Detective Thorne.

Is this a bad time?