Muzzle: City of Wolves

-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.

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?

-No, actually, because it's been tough getting answers.

Uh-huh.

-You mind if I work him out while we talk?

-Not if you don't. -Argos...

You're okay. Find it.

-So, what's he gonna be? Cadaver dog?

-No. Narcotics. He's got a heck of a nose.

Watch this.

Thataboy. Good boy.

-I bet he could find a corpse in a landfill, huh?

-I was, uh, hoping you would shed some light on a few things.

Argos...

What's that? German for "kill"?

Attack.

He's not attacking.

-Yeah, well, he just saw his family ripped apart,

so he's a little edgy.

Uh-huh.

-You're not from robbery/homicide, are you?

-Hey, you should be the detective.

Even if you smoke the bad guys, it's still murder.

-You know what? You're right. Now is a bad time.

LAPD, man. Doing what they do best.

Investigating me. For what?

Because someone tried to hurt your mom,

and I hurt him back?

Was it legal?

No. It's not a question of legality.

It's a question of morality.

Eh, what do you care?

Even if I can explain to you what a grand jury is...

...even if I could describe to you what happens to a cop

who gets put away, or what debt is, bankruptcy,

marriage, blah, blah, blah...

...it wouldn't matter.

You know why? Because you're free.

Actually, you probably understand better than I do.

I've seen how you get when you're in a cage.

If by some miracle, I can pay the mortgage,

the insurance does come through,

and these freaks stop trying to kill me,

pretty good chance I'll go to prison for the rest of my life.

We need to talk, Detective.

Make an appointment, Mr. Rosser. -No.

You can't be here.

-Yet here I am, still in the system.

Why'd they put you on this?

You're a transfer. You don't know me.

-I do know that you're trespassing

and I could have you arrested.

You could, but you won't.

-What did you do? -Who was he?

I asked first.

-Technically, I did, but I'm not five years old.

Why are you scared?

-I heard about you. -Yeah?

We pissed off the same people.

Maybe you can help.

His name was Adolfo Reyes.

-Okay, that narrows it down a little bit.

-He's not cartel. He's not illegal.

He's a Mexican citizen who lived there.

-So, how'd he wind up in my house?

There she is.

Did you eat?

Late for an autopsy.

You skipped breakfast.

Am I grounded?

-You're going through a lot. I know.

Won't help to starve yourself.

I'll drop off some tacos.