will pay $1 million,
"or the beast known as
Beethoven wнll be destroyed.
"Instructнons to follow. "
Destroyed?
Poor Beethoven.
The slobbering
beast awakens.
You remember me.
Well, I remember you, too.
You're the dumb animal that
made me look like a buffoon,
that cost me my iob.
Well, welcome to
the counteroffensive.
Now everybody else is running
around looking like fools.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Rope got your tongue?
Choose your last meal,
stupid mutt.
What are we gonna do?
Okay, the answer
is character based.
- Who would do something like this?
- Okay.
Somebody who has
access to the lot
so they could tape the ransom
note on the trailer door.
Someone with the place to hide
a big, noisy dog, like Beethoven.
Somebody who's got a grudge against
the studio or the movie or me.
And someone
who hates Beethoven.
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
Lisa, what exactly did the
ransom note say, exactly?
"Hollywood bigwigs,
you will pay $1 million,
"or the beast
known as Beethoven... "
Beast!
He called him a beast.
I know who
kidnapped Beethoven.
Sal, the animal trainer?
Do you have evidence of this?
He called Beethoven a beast.
He's a real ierk.
Look, I've produced enough cop
shows to know that's not evidence.
It's at least
worth checking out.
Could you iust update the
police about our theory?
The police don't know
anything about this,
and I don't see any
reason why they should.
- What?
- You didn't call the police?
We don't need the negative
publicity of a missing star.
We got enough footage of
Beethoven to finish the film.
After we wrap,
we call the police,
tell the press we finished
the film before the dognapping.
It's a win-win.
Except for the fact that
they might kill Beethoven.
Oh! Come on.
Who's gonna hurt that dog?
He's charming.
He's got star quality.
The dog'll be fine.
Anything happens to our dog,
and we're holding you
accountable.
Really?
Who do you think you are?
Lady,
I am done
listening to you talk.
You're not worthy
of Beethoven.
Come on, guys.
Let's go find our friend.
That was awesome, Dad.
Lizard trainer.
Well, this is it.
Wow, it really
is creepy at night.
Billy,
try and keep them quiet.
What's the matter, guys?
Dad, I think they can
smell Beethoven.
You guys stay here, okay?
I'm going in.
You scared me to death!
You? I think I had
a little heart attack.
What are you
even doing here?
I told you to
stay at the car.
Cart.
What?
You said car.
It's a cart, a golf cart.
Who cares?
Please, would you
just go back to the cart?
No! This is the climax! If you
think I've been working this hard
to miss the climax of
Beethoven's story, you're crazy.
Lisa, this isn't
some script, okay?
This is real life.
All right, then I'm
here to protect you.
Protect me?
Yes. I don't want
you to get hurt.
I like you.
Oh?
Yeah?
Yeah.
So what's the plan?
I have no idea.
But there's a backstage door.
Let's start there.
Sounds good.
Hey, hey, hey.
I better go first, okay?
Okay.
Oh!
Sorry.
You okay?
What's the matter?
You want an apology?
Fine. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that big silly dog got
all the attention. Okay? Okay?
Yeah, okay.
We're okay. We're okay.
Hey, that's Fuzzy!
Frizzy.
We're gonna be okay.
Look at us fighting all
the time, like Ike and Tina.
Who's there?
I know you're in here.
I can smell your fear.
I guess I must be
getting a little edgy.
Tick! Tick, come on!
We're making the ransom call.
All right. Come on, Frizzy.
Let's begin our
life of leisure.
Yes, yes. Good doggy.
That was close.
That's the guy I saw
driving the van.
Beethoven is here someplace.
You got to go
call the police.
- Let's both go.
- No. There's no time.
They're gonna make the ransom call
now. If Patricia doesn't pay it,
who knows what they're
gonna do to Beethoven.
I'm gonna stay here, make
sure nothing happens to him.
- But you gotta go get help.
- But...
No buts. Go get help.
Do it for Beethoven.
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