Trouble is, poisoning a dog is just a fine.
But if he's unemployed, he has to have money...
...or we'll bust him for vagrancy.
We'll give him a full-body strip search.
Jerk a knot in his tail.
All right.
They got so many ways on the books to lean on an undesirable.
He'll feel about as welcome around here as a case of yellow fever.
-Hands against the wall. -Spread them.
-That him? -Face the wall.
One-way mirror, Mr. Bowden. He doesn't know you're here.
Yeah, that's him.
Get the shirt off.
-Come on, hurry up. -Just pass it over to him.
-Hand it to me. -Knock off the shoes.
Hand them to the other officer.
Pass them to him. Come on.
Put the arms out.
Put your arms out straight.
Roll your palms.
Do what he says.
Turn around, slow.
I don't know whether to look at him or read him.
Stand still.
One more step for you. You know the routine.
Against the wall.
We searched his apartment. Car registration and everything's in order.
There's no guns or any other weapons. But we found these.
Cady's savings account.
$30,000?
Yeah, his mother died while he was serving.
The farm got sold off. He got the proceeds.
He's got money. Where does that leave us?
At the very least, we nail him for the dog. What happened?
You let the dog out. Cady abducted him.
We didn't let the dog out.
Cady came into your house? That's illegal entry with intent.
But he didn't come in the house.
I'm not a cop. I don't know exactly how he did it.
I just know that he did it somehow.
That's not good enough, Mr. Bowden.
You're a lawyer. You damn well know that.
Get off the pants.