Man's Best Friend (Ihmisen paras ystävä)

Mr. Landings, we've reached the end

of our witness list.

Will you be taking the stand?

No, no, no, Paul.

Sit down.

K-9 Party, this is Online 15

requesting CAS to engage hostile party on our 12.

Go on, 0201 and set down.

Let's take a look.

Zero, over.

Hi, Dad.

I don't have a lot of time.

Just wanted to get a brief email to you

and share the news.

Listen, I know my decision to join the Corps

weighed heavily upon you, Dad.

Becoming a Marine and a K-9 handler

was the best thing I've ever done.

It gave my life a higher purpose.

I think Mom would be proud.

Say hi to Sally for me.

You're entitled to a companion, Dad.

You didn't give Mom cancer.

She loved us to the moon and back.

She'd want us both to be happy.

The agreement came through, Dad.

The Corps has granted my adoption request for Bart.

There was one requirement, though,

that I tender my separation from the Marine Corps.

That's right.

I'm coming home to stay.

I love you, Dad.

What is it?

Yeah, such a good boy.

Yeah.

Mm.

Yes.

Give me kisses.

Oh yeah!

We're gonna find you your forever home.

Morning, Paul!

Too bad.

Such a good boy!

Gotta run.

Got a meeting downtown.

Will you tell Glenn?

Forget it.

I'll text him.

Forget it.

You're a good boy.

Yes.

Do you want another one?

Oh, I got something sweet.

See what that is?

See what that is?

Yeah, that was Bart.

He was a good dog, too.

I know what you want.

You want a treat.

Yeah, you're a good boy.

You are a good boy.

Oh, yes.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

I'll be back.

Good morning, Paul.

Permission to speak freely.

Paul, this isn't the Corps

and you're not at war anymore.

And please don't call me sir.

It makes me nervous.

Oh, okay.

We are waging a war on the homeless

pets of America, sir.

I'm told that's what our brochure says.

I know.

I wrote it.

And may I get permission to speak, sir?

My respect for your authority, sir, your rank.

Paul, I don't have a rank.

I'm just your boss.

I've told you before.

You don't have to salute.

You don't have to call me sir.

Glenn or Mr. Banks is just fine.

Yes, Mr. Banks, sir.

Glenn.

Maybe Jen can use a hand in the storage area?

Right.

I heard those scout donations came in today.

Can I sir?

What's really on your mind, Paul?

Brown Boy, sir.

Staff report, please.

Paul, we only have so much room around here.

You know that.

And after a given amount of time,

- we have to consider that... - No, no, no!

Paul, I understand,

but you just have to accept that we might...

No, it's not acceptable, sir.

Not much more we can do.

Brown Boy.

I think he might have been a service dog before.

He's a lot better than this.

He's got until tomorrow.

- Unacceptable! - I'm sorry.

- Unacceptable. - Paul, I'm sorry!

You're gonna enjoy this day with us, Brown Boy.

I got suspended for the first five games.

I'm gonna try to see if I can get Coach Stolz removed.

Hey, there's a site,

a local retard walking another dog.

He's not a retard, Charlie.

Show some respect.

Dad said he was a Marine.

Yeah, whatever.

He's a retard now.

I heard he saved some people in Afghanistan

and got injured doing it.

- Yeah, you hear that? - He saved people.

No, he's one of the dumb-asses who enlisted

and got himself blown up.

Maybe friendly fire got him.

Ah!

I just hate all those dogs he has.

Bet you five bucks you can't hit him.

- Charlie, don't. - Come on, Charlie.

- You got this. - Charlie, knock this off.

- Shut up, Rachel. - Yeah.

Shut up, babe.

Chill out!

- Five bucks is on the line. - Do you think

I want to talk of you right now?

Hey, Private Pyle,

what's your major malfunction?

- Yo, Desert Storm! - He wasn't in desert.

No!

- Ah! - Ah, come on, man.

You can do better than that.

Hey, double or nothing.

All right.

Charlie, stop, please.

You're gonna hit the dog!

Shut up!

Charlie has that look!

- Hey, jarhead! - Charlie, don't do it.

Don't you ever try to tell me

what to do, you hear me?

Now look, Wyatt!

The retard's getting away.

Throwing long, Charlie Sawyer spots his receiver.

The retard is in the end zone.

- Come on, come on! - Ow!

- Woo! - Hey!

Anybody got a video of that?

That was money!

And he's not playing me.

- Idiot. - Hey!

Hey.

Ah!

Classic.

You see, guys?

They're gonna lose all those games

I would have pitched.

- They are. - Score.

Who's hungry?

New recruit coming in.

Come on, get back, get back.

Back, back.

Come on, this way.

Come on!

Yeah.

How is everybody doing?

New recruit, new recruit.

Come on, let's go.

Yeah, who's hungry?

Everybody hungry?

Come on, come on!

Get back.

Fire!

Move it, buddy!

Is that my gun?

Pull it together, Paul.

Evening, Paul.

Hey, Jim, sir.

The pack has grown some.

Two got adopted just last month.

How many did you take in this month?

With the addition of Brown Boy, it makes three.

You all right?

- That looks like a nasty gash. - I've had worse.

- What happened? - Just life.

I'm here because you needed

a few extra days for the rent.

Yeah.

The cost of food has cut me thin.

I have to get the good food

that's got the meat first

instead of just filler.