[gentle music] [siren blaring]
[Person 1 on phone] Hey, how are you?
[Person 2] How you doing?
I don’t know much about the case.
[Person 1] Well, Chica, she’s been gone
I guess since maybe Saturday.
She’s a foster dog.
She had a harness on, and somehow they dropped the leash,
and she took off.
It’s in the Evergreen Cemetery, is where she was spotted.
You know, like Bushwick.
It’s just such a huge fucking cemetery,
it’s like eight miles long and you know, it’s really big.
[Person 2] The trap only comes out
when we get her on the camera.
Maybe if we put like four or five cameras
out, that would be smart tonight.
[Person 1] Right, send me when you get the chance,
all your info to send you the money.
[Person 2] Okay, sounds good.
[traffic noises building]
[Person 1] Good morning.
Uh, no, she’s a no show, for the trap.
[Person 1] Shit. Yeah, it’s okay,
we’re gonna pull all this stuff outta here now.
But the problem that we had is
that we did encounter a security guy that kind of said
what the hell are you doing?
And you shouldn’t be here, and all that stuff.
And we just don’t know how to get back in if the guys,
cause there’s cameras watching us
crawling under that thing.
[Person 1] Oh, there are?
Yeah, there were cameras watching the whole thing.
[Person 1] Oh shit, okay, got it.
[violin plucking continues]
[tense music building]
Let’s see what you got.
[sirens wailing in distance]
[distant traffic noises]
Go in the fucking thing.
[cage rattles, slams]
We got her.
It’s okay, you’re a baby.
It’s okay, it’s okay.
[Vet] Things that we could consider would just
be some like take testing basic blood work
and then maybe get her started on some fluids.
Oh, you have crusties back here lady.
You have crusties.
[car engine rumbling]
Hi Jim, it’s Harriet calling,
I have some information.
My friend saw a dog go on the rocks.
He was at Pier on Columbia Street around the hook,
but I don’t know where he is,
so I’m hoping for some sightings.