03x19 - To Protect and Serve: Part 1

[bunniefuu]

What's this girl
up to anyway, Sonny?

They're the ones that
were violently opposed
to the marriage.

They're insanely
protective.

Is this where the broad is?

Not unless she uses
the same chiropractor
as my dad.

Are you gonna be
a friend of Rockford's

or are you gonna be
a member of this department?

I'll tell you
what's going sour.
The dinner's going sour.

I thought we were here
for a friendly get-together.

If you don't find Patsy by
noon, Friday, I'm going
to have to k*ll you.

[BARKING]

[g*n FIRES]

Why don't we have
any tear gas?

Why don't we have
any tear gas?

[PHONE RINGING]

ROCKFORD
ON ANSWERING MACHINE..
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

[BEEPS]

ESTHER ON PHONE..
This is Esther,
your father's friend.

So you helped me move,
that's it?

You couldn't call?

See if maybe
I don't like the new place?

See if maybe
there's some painting
to be done?

[SIREN WAILING]

DISPATCHER.. Repeat,
all available units

in the vicinity of
Fountain and Curson,

a major 4 15
at the apartment building,
northeast corner of Fountain.

[MAN ON RADIO CHATTERING]

What's the story?

Well, it's a typical
LA Tuesday, Sergeant.

We got a man named
Harold Waugh in there paying
a visit to his estranged wife.

He brought a machine p*stol
in a bowling bag with him.

And blew two holes
in the boyfriend.

Is that the boyfriend
in the ambulance?

Yeah.

He staggered out here
screaming.

He says Waugh's still got
the lady inside.

We don't know
if he's smoked her or not.

Let me have this now.

Mr. Waugh,
this is Sergeant Becker.
There is no way out for you.

I want you
to throw out your w*apon
and step onto the front lawn.

WAUGH: Bite down on it!

[g*n f*ring]

Mr. Waugh,
let your wife out.

You harm her,
and it's all for nothing.

There's no way
you're gonna get...

[g*n f*ring]

You okay?
Yeah.

We got another one
of those things?
Yeah, you bet.

Why don't we have
any tear gas?

Why don't we have
any tear gas?

Lazara and Diaz
are going inside.

They're moving in
from the back
of the house.

Listen, you talk to him,
cover for me.

I'm gonna try to get in closer
to the front of that building.
Okay.

Mr. Waugh,
now just take it easy,
nobody's gonna get hurt.

There's no reason
for this to go any...

[g*n f*ring]

OFFICER: He's coming out
the front door. Look out!

Flatten!

[MAN ON RADIO CHATTERING]

Okay, folks,
it's all over.

Go on. Go back about
your business.

Let the officers
do their job.

Salcedo, you should have seen
Becker out there.
He was beautiful.

And the turkey's down,
over there, by the stairs.

Let's get Sergeant Becker
downtown for the debriefing.

Let's go, Sarge.
How's Lazara?

Superficial leg wound.
He's going to be all right.

He drew down on me, Dee.
I know,
it's gonna be all right.

Salcedo,
I was right over there
in a position of advantage.

I had a clear eyeball
of Becker and the suspect.

You tell the shooflies that
I'll be willing to testify
at the sh**ting Review Board.

Somebody'll contact you
in a couple of days.

[MAN ON RADIO CHATTERING]

[WOMAN ON RADIO CHATTERING]

[ENGINE STARTING]

ANNOUNCER ON TV..
Second down
and eight yards to go.

California on their own


And now they break
from the huddle.

Foster looks things over.

We haven't seen much action
from Frank this season,
the promising sophomore...

Hey, Dad.

Oh. Oh, Sonny.

I hope you don't mind
my barging in like this,

my TV set was
on the fritz

and I didn't want
to miss this game.

No, no,
how're they doing?

Well...

You should have seen
the first quarter. Oh, man.

Say, has Dennis called?

He's running
a license plate for me.

I'm on a missing person case
and it's the only angle
I've got left.

Well, you did get one call.
A Mr. Kelly.

I told him two hours ago
I'm not making much progress.

He said it was about
a Miss Patsy Fossler.

Is that the missing person?

Yeah.

Well, where do you stand?

All Kelly knows is she took
the red-eye special out
Monday night from New York.

Only, he doesn't know
where she went and
he flew out himself yesterday.

The red-eye.

That's that
there late plane.
There's nobody on it.

People only take the red-eye
when they don't
want to be seen.

No, Dad, they take the red-eye
because it's the last plane
of the day.

Now what's with
the third degree?

It ain't no third degree.
Is anything wrong

with a father
being interested
in his son's work?

What'd you find out
about this girl?

We just went through that.
Nothing.

I traced her through
the car rental agency
at the airport

to the Santa Ynez Motel.

She stayed one night,
somebody picked her up
in a truck.

And all the doorman got
was a license plate.

Now what's your problem?

Aha. One night stands.

Being picked up
by somebody else,
trying to hide her trail.

What's this girl
up to anyway, Sonny?

I'll bet you
she's hiding out
from the law.

Dad, it's a personal problem

and it's confidential,
just like all my cases.

Confidential?

What's confidential
with a father and son?

Crooks got personal problems.

And I don't like you
running around with people

that are always
sneaking and skulking.

Five will get you ten
this girl is a troublemaker.

I'll bet she's probably
also a radical.

There's lots of girls
going that route now.

Dad, Patsy Fossler
is just about as radical
as your suspenders.

She was supposed to
marry Kelly yesterday,

only her parents
kicked up a fuss.

The old ethnic,
religious bit.

The pressure got too much
so she took off.

Oh.
Yeah, ''Oh.''

Should be the happiest time
of their young lives.

I wonder why...

I wonder why families are
always giving their offspring
such a hard time.

Yeah, how about that?

[RINGING]

Hello?

Oh, hi, Peggy, it's Jim.
Is Dennis there?

Hi, Jim. No,

he called a little while ago
and said he was going to be
held up at work.

Did he say what time
he'd be home?

No, and he didn't say
what the problem was.

Of course, he never does.
Anything I can do to help?

No, no.
It's just business talk.

I'll go down to the station.
See if I can grab his ear
for a minute.

Tell him he missed
a great pot roast
and Mildred Pierce.

The movie?

It's on TV tonight.
It's one of his favorites.

Joan Crawford?
Tears and hankies?

That's one of
Dennis' favorites?

[CHUCKLING] Listen,
you should see him
watching Dark Victory.

Thanks, Peg. Bye-bye.

LIANNE: Well, you and I
both know that's the problem
with these radio calls.

I mean, half the time
the RTOs don't know
what to tag them.

Like today.
Just today, for instance.

''A 415 in progress.''
A disturbance.

Okay, well, why not say
what kind of disturbance?

Why not just say it?
A barricaded suspect.

I mean, half the time
you roll on a 415,

you could expect anything,
from a guy spanking his wife
with a leg of lamb,

to the kind of thing
that came down today.

You're right.

You bet your keister
I'm right.

Hey, Ralph!

We'll have two more of these
and bring some peanuts
out of the safe.

Den, you did
what had to be done.

I really admired you
out there today.

Yeah. If that Waugh
wasn't such a bad act,

if we had waited
just a little bit for the gas
to come, smoked him out,

had him too sick maybe
to draw down on anybody,

maybe he wouldn't be
hooked up to the tubes

like he is down
at County Hospital.

Yeah, I know what you mean.
But try to look at it
this way.

They called for the L car
as soon as possible.

Salcedo was caught
bucking rush hour traffic,

and that turkey
could have smoked
a few more civilians

while you're waiting
for the tear gas.

Besides, a loon like that
is bound to wig out sometime.

Today was just his day.
Es todo, amigo.

I tell you,
you can't hear yourself
think in here.

Hey, listen, why don't we
go back to my apartment?

I've got some


Birthday gift
from Lyons in narc.

Thanks.
Maybe some other time.

Hey, Dennis.

Boy, you really
track them down.

Yeah, well, the desk sergeant
across the street told me
you were in here.

Jim Rockford,
Lianne Sweeney.

Jim Rockford,
Jim Rockford...

Newton Street Division,


No...
No, I'm wrong.

But don't tell me though,
don't tell me.

Metro.

Jim Rockford's
a private investigator,
Lianne.

Oh.

Listen,
I really don't want
to press you, pal,

but when do you think
you'll get around to looking
at that plate for me?

You may find this
hard to believe

but I have had
other things to do

besides trying
to bail you out
on your skip trace.

Okay, Dennis. I'm sorry.

It may interest you to know
that Sergeant Becker
rolled a Code 3

to a major 415
which could have turned out
to be a 187.

I flunked math.

A sh**ting.

Sergeant Becker was
responsible for
bringing down the suspect

while drawing fire
on himself.

Yeah, I did catch you
at a bad time, Dennis.
I'm really sorry.

Must have been hairy, huh?

Well, that's putting it
very mildly, Jim.
I was at the scene.

You don't mind
if I call you Jim.

Look, Jimbo, I'm sorry.
I'll be working desk tomorrow

and I can run the plate
for you then.

Yeah, hey, you really
don't look too good.
Have you eaten anything?

No.

Yeah, well, Peggy said that
she's got a good pot roast

waiting in the oven for you
when you get home.

No, it's probably
no good now. Stringy.

You know, pot roast
doesn't take well
to wrapping.

Yeah, well,
maybe I ought
to head for home.

I'm a lot looser now

and thank you for letting me
sing the blues, Lianne.

Finish your drink.
The watch is changing
at the station.

The parking lot's
going to be a mess.

Oh, anyway, that reminds me.
You know, speaking of
your major snafus,

did you ever hear
about the time
the two guys in the 77th

almost got 86'd
riding a Code 2 to a 187
at the Sports Arena?

Oh, I'm sorry,
this must be
kind of dull to you.

I mean
all this shoptalk.

Anyway, these guys were
very close personal friends
of mine, you know, and...

Oh, are you leaving?

Yeah, I think I hear
something wrong with my car.
I'll catch you later, Dennis.

See you, Jimbo.

Nice to have
met you, Jimbo.

Yeah, 10-4.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yeah, who is it?

MAN: Sergeant Johnson.
New York City
Police Department.

What can I do for you?

Can we see you for
a minute, please?

It's a little late.
I'm a little tired.

It's very important.
It's about
a Miss Patsy Fossler.

We understand you've been
hired to find the young lady
we're talking about

and we'd appreciate it
if you could let us know
where she is.

What's the problem?

Nothing serious, sir.

It's just that her father
filed a missing persons
report on her

and here we are.

You flew all the way out here
on a big bird

just on
a missing persons case?

Well, it's a special
service, uh,

the Fossler family
is very influential.

Tammany Hall.
Lot of juice.

Yeah, so if you could
let us know where she is,
we'll be out of your hair.

Sergeant,
what's your badge number?

Without looking
in your pocket.

[GRUNTS]

[ROCKFORD GROANING]

All right,
now don't lie to me, doll.

You know where
Patsy is?

Tony, there's some papers
over on the desk over there.

Is this it? 188 Moreno Street.
Is this where the broad is?

Not unless she uses
the same chiropractor
as my dad.

ROCKFORD: Hey, man. Hey! No.

Hey... Hey, no.

[TONY SCREAMS]

The plate!

Oh, the plate, the plate.

He got the plate
in the knee.

What, Tony?
The plate...

[SCREAMS]
Don't touch it, stupid!

You got to get me
to an orthopedist, man.

They do a special thing.

Tony, it's 1 :00
in the morning.

We don't know
anybody out here.

Right, so you get me
to a hospital.

Maybe UCLA,
my godson Vinnie went to
medical school there.

[GROANS]
What about Rockford?

Sorry.
We know where he is.

Come on...
I can't think,
I can't think.

Oh, the pain, man.
Watch your step.

[TONY GROANS]

Madonn'.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Yeah, who is it?

Lianne Sweeney.

Oh. Oh, yeah.

Yeah, the door's unlocked.

Well, I'm glad
I caught you in...

What happened here?

What can I do for you?

Some kind of crime
take place here?

Something that
you should report?

Look, I've got
a terrible headache

and it's only


Just exactly what do you want
to talk to me about,
Miss Sweeney?

Call me Lianne, Jimbo.

Jimbo, I felt
that I had to come here

to talk to you
on my way to work
this morning.

To talk to you
about a guy.

A marvelous guy.

My friend and yours.

Georgie Jessel?

Dennis Becker.

You know, Den's been
busting his buns
to make lieutenant.

And he will, too.

But if he gets caught
doing you freebies
using department facilities,

it's going to be
like a giant black eye
for the guy.

Hey,

you know,
I do favors for him, too.

I mean, we happen
to be friends.

Jimbo,

then do this sweet,
marvelous guy that favor

and stop asking him
to compromise himself
and the department for you.

You know,
I am really falling
in love with today.

You know, Jimbo, Jimbo,
don't take it personally.

Just trying to help someone
that I care about very much
and that you care about.

Besides, what you have him do
is illegal.

Not that I would
ever say anything.

Hey, that's not the way
I do business.

Yeah, well, good.

Listen, I'll give a lot of
thought to what you've said.

[TELEPHONE RINGING]
And thanks for coming.

You've been so kind.

Yeah?

Michael Kelly,
Mr. Rockford.
Where do we stand?

I think we should talk.
Just you and me.

That sounds good.
Name a time.

Hold on a minute,
will you?

Lianne, uh...

Sure, sure.
Let me get out
of your way.

Jimbo, you will think
about what we discussed,
won't you?

Yeah.

Let's get together sometime.
Dinner or something?

Yeah. Pot roast, maybe.
If it's fresh.

Get a better lock.

This is one of
your high burglary areas.

I'll be over in
about an hour, Mr. Kelly.

Good. Listen,
I've moved out of my hotel.

Old college chum
was kind enough
to let me bunk in.

I couldn't pass it up.



[MAN ON RADIO CHATTERING]

Oh, morning.

OJ?
No, thank you.

Well,

what have you been able
to come up with?

I got to tell you,
I'm getting pretty frantic
about Patsy.

Oh, don't let this fool you.
That's how I was brought up.

We Kellys put on
a show of bravery
at all costs.

We Rockfords
take people who con us

and feed them
their tennis shoes.

When you hired me
you neglected
to tell me

about the two cloves of garlic
who are also looking
for Patsy.

Are you saying someone else
is out here on her trail?

I think you know
all about them.

I think that's why
you moved out of your hotel.

I think you're trying
to lose yourself.

Right now you're losing me,
I can tell you that.

They must have
seen us together,

rifled your room
or something.
That's how they got to me.

Hold it, hold it.

Maybe this is
making some sense.
Patsy's brothers.

They're the ones that
were violently opposed
to the marriage.

They're insanely
protective.

Brothers don't call
their sisters ''the broad.''

You owe me $500
plus $80 for expenses.
I quit.

You come
so highly recommended.

You know,
I wouldn't have thought

that you would
have rolled over
quite so easily.

Well, you see,
I have a real aversion
to brass knuckles.

Also, I don't want
to deliver a girl

who I'm coming to realize
probably has good reason
for wanting to stay lost.

She's high-strung,
that's all.

She's my fiancée
and I love her.

Your account
is payable in cash.

Mr. Rockford, I'm afraid
I'm not going to be able
to let you quit.

If that's supposed
to be a thr*at,

you'd better have
a little more to back it up
than a good forehand.

I have urgent business
in New York, noon, Friday.

It's absolutely imperative
that I be reunited with Patsy
before then.

Allowing for flying time,
that gives you approximately


I'm finished,
Mr. Kelly.

There's a lot
of good operators
in the phone book.

No, that's a
counterproductive move.

See, you've already
laid all the groundwork.

A new man would be
merely catching up.

As I said,
you have 24 hours
to find her,

depending on how long
you want to prolong
this conversation.

What is it with you?

You think you're still
the captain of the lacrosse
team at Andover?

Actually,
it was Lawrenceville.

But I'm perfectly
serious, Mr. Rockford.

If you don't find Patsy by
noon, Friday, I'm going
to have to k*ll you.

Well, you better start now.

Dorsey, I think
we need you out here.

Don't tell me,
an old college buddy?

No.

Dorsey, Mr. Rockford here
works for me
and he wants to quit.

I told him
if he did that,
I'd k*ll him,

and his response to me
about that was,
''You better start now.''

Oh, well,
what's another 24 hours
in a whole lifetime, huh?

I will be able to get you
back on the streets
after the sh**ting review.

Thank you.

I think
you're gonna do fine.
It was a good sh**ting.

The shooflies won't
cause you too much trouble.

Oh, by the way, Becker,
how's your buddy Rockford?

Oh, fine,
as far as I know.

Hmm.

Interesting guy.
Yes.

Interesting guy.

Still doing favors for him?
Oh, no.

I mean the computers,
the files...

No, I know
how you feel
about that, sir,

so I told him point-blank
the last time he asked me,

I said, ''Forget it.''

Huh. Good, good, good.
Sit down.

Thank you.

Oh, talking about
weird phone calls,

I had one this morning
from Intelligence.

You ever heard of a guy
named Michael Kelly?

Michael Kelly? No, sir.
Neither had I.

He's a New York attorney.

NYPD Intelligence
informed our Intelligence

that he was flying out here.

And sure enough,
he shows up.

Intelligence?
Guy must be pretty hot.

Who do you think
he contacts?
Who?

Rockford.

That's why I thought
maybe you were doing
something unofficial.

You know, an unofficial favor
for Rockford?

You know,
something to do
with this Kelly?

It's just a thought.
Just a thought.
Oh, no. No, sir.

Wait a minute,
he did ask me
to run some plates.

But I told him, listen,
those days are gone forever.
Forget it.

No, no, that's my point.
Maybe we're being a little
too strict about this.

I mean,
who's it gonna hurt?

I think you should
run that plate for Rockford.

As a matter of fact,
while you're at it,

I think maybe you should
make an occasion out of it.

You know, invite him
over to your house,
give him a few drinks.

Respectfully, sir,

I think you're asking me
to do intelligence work
on Michael Kelly,

and Jim does
have a code...

All right, Becker,
now, listen...

I know you don't like him
but Jim does have a code
and client confidentiality.

And for me
to pump him about...
Becker.

Sooner or later,
you're gonna have to make
a decision about your life.

Are you going to be
a friend of Rockford's

or are you going
to be a member
of this department?

ROCKFORD.. Hello.

BECKER: Hey, Jimbo,
I ran that plate for you.

WOMAN: It's so boring.

I'm trying to keep busy

but by the end of this week
I'm going to have to look
for some kind of job.

[BARKING]

Who's out there?

I didn't
see anybody.

Hors d'oeuvres
and everything.

Putting on
quite a little
spread, Dennis.

It's just
a teriyaki dinner.

You don't get to come out here
that often, that's all.

How about
some vino?

All right,
what've you got?

Frelin Brothers,
Cabernet Sauvignon.

Let it breathe.
It's got a nice little
nose on it.

At six dollars a bottle,
I hope so.

Why do you always have
to bring everything
down to dollars and cents?

Hey, Jim, did I tell you
that Scotty's running for the
president of the sixth grade?

Say, that plate
I ran for you, Jimbo,
get you anything?

I might be getting close,
Dennis.

Now what's all this about
the sixth grade politico?
Yeah,

''Integrity in Government''
is his slogan.
Can you believe it?

He's only 1 1 .

It's a missing persons case,
huh, Jimbo?

Honey, if you interrupt me
one more time,

I'm going to let you have it,
right on your nice
little nose.

I'm sorry, Peg,

but can you imagine
what a disruption
it'd be in your life

if somebody that you loved
just ran off and left you?

This client for example,
Jimbo.

Well, is he out
on the West Coast here

just for this
missing person thing?

Or is there other business
that he's out here for, too?

Denny, what are you
babbling about?

Huh?
Is something bothering you?

No, I'm just making
an observation, that's all.

You sure, Dennis?
You're just about
to freshen your drink

with a charcoal briquette
instead of ice.

Come on, Dennis.
You got something
on your mind,

spit it out, huh?

You're wining me,
you're dining me.

You're nervous as a
third-place runner-up
in the Miss America contest.

What's wrong?

I can't do it.
I just can't do it,
that's all.

Can't do what?

Well, the lieutenant
wanted me to pump you

about your client,
Michael Kelly.

What?

Intelligence Department
is hard on Kelly's case.

They want to know
what he's doing out here
on the West Coast.

Okay, Dennis.
What's Kelly into?

I don't know.
The Lieutenant
wouldn't tell me.

What can you tell me
about him?

Nothing.

I'd like to let you
in on it...

Correction,
I'd be relieved
to let you in on it.

But you're a cop,
Dennis.

I'm not about
to implicate myself
in something

before I know
what it's all about.

Well, your case
is going sour on you!

So you better level with me.
I'm telling you,
this guy is white-hot!

I'll tell you
what's going sour.
The dinner's going sour.

I thought we were here
for a friendly get-together,
not a debriefing session.

This is
a friendly get-together!
Don't compound it, Dennis.

Hey, I leveled with you.
I admitted what I'd been
ordered to do.

And I told you,
I couldn't handle
false pretenses.

So what are you getting
so steamed up about?

I don't know, Dennis.

Maybe I'm getting
a little upset with the LAPD
messing in my life

every time
I turn around.

Let's forget
the veiled references, huh?
Just lay it on the line.

Okay, okay.
Your policewoman friend.

She popped up
at my trailer
at the cr*ck of dawn.

What policewoman friend?

You know, the one
that you introduced me to

at Ralph and Maura's bar
the other night.
What's her name? Sweeney?

Lianne?
She's not a policewoman.

She's not?
No, she's a buff.

I didn't know
you went to the bar
the other night.

Yeah, it was
after the sh**ting.
I had to unwind.

I was tensed up
like a spring.

Oh, really?

Uh...

Just what is a buff?

Buff?

Well, it's a citizen
who is fascinated
by police work.

Like, you know,
people are into CB radios
and Broadway shows.

These people,
or buffs as we call them,

they like to spend time
around the station house,

get to know the fellas,
sort of hang out.

Dennis, that's not a buff.
That's a groupie.

Peggy, don't be silly, huh?

Silly?

Oh, I'm just a little curious
about why you had
to unwind with her.

Dennis, we have a den in there
for you to unwind in.

We have nice liquor
to help you unwind.

And I am here
for you to unwind with!

I told you,
it was after the sh**ting,
I was all wired up,

and I didn't want
to have to come home
and explain everything to you!

Well, how very
thoughtful of you.

But, uh, I just find
it kind of hard
to understand,

I mean, what kind of a woman
would be so fascinated
about police work?

Well, now,
that's a revealing statement,
isn't it?

Boy, the salad
really looks good.

LIANNE: That is correct.
I arrived at the scene
at approximately 0800.

I picked the squeal up
on my scanner
which I carry in my vehicle.

I then took
a position of advantage

on the northwest corner
of the 800 block
of Cumsten.

I then observed g*nf*re
coming from
the southeast window.

The, uh, the suspect
began yelling obscenities
at the officers.

And by this time,
observers had begun
to stray into the scene.

So I then assisted
in crowd control.

Miss Sweeney, I wonder if
we could get to the events

as they relate directly
to Sergeant Becker
and the sh**ting?

Check.

Sergeant Becker
arrived at the scene
at approximately 0810.

He reconnoitered
with the officers
in 1-Xray-30.

He then
approached the building
with w*apon drawn.

When the suspect
emerged from the door,

Sergeant Becker
yelled for him to flatten.

The suspect turned and fired,
Sergeant Becker returned fire,

striking the suspect
in the upper right quadrant
of the chest.

I then left
my position of advantage...

You distinctly heard
Sergeant Becker

order the suspect to flatten
before f*ring?

That is correct.

Thank you very much,
Miss Sweeney.

We appreciate you
coming forward
and taking time this way.

I'm sure you're busy
with your own life, so...
No problem.

But I would like to say
one more thing, if I may.

It was my observation
that Sergeant Becker
behaved properly.

He proved himself
to be a capable, courageous
and efficient officer.

He's good people.

I think it should be termed
a good sh**ting.

We'll make that determination.
Thank you.

Sergeant Becker.

They decide anything yet?

I don't know, sir.

Hey, who's that
that just walked into
the sh**ting review?

Lieutenant Chapman,
ma'am.

Lieutenant, huh?

Anyone ever mention
he looks a little bit
like Kirk Douglas?

I don't know, ma'am.

If you're finished
testifying,

you can leave
your visitor's badge

at the front desk
on your way out.

Oh, yeah, well,
I'm not through yet.

See, the shooflies said
they might want to
see me again.

Where's the powder room?
Down the hall
and to your right.

On the basis of
all testimony, Sergeant,

that of your fellow officers
and of civilian witnesses,

we find that you acted
according to procedure.

We're calling it
a good sh**ting.

Thank you,
gentlemen.

I want to talk to you
a minute, Becker.

Well?

Well, I tried, Lieutenant.
I really tried
to talk to Rockford,

but I think
he was onto my game.

You know,
Jim's no bozo.

That's only your opinion.

Listen, we could be saving
a lot of manpower here.
You understand?

I've got Rabinowitz,
I've got Lytell staked out
full time,

around the clock,

watching this character,
Kelly, staying in Bel-Air.

Now that's costing us
a lot of bucks,
you understand?

So I want you
to keep trying
with Rockford.

It'll be a feather
in all our caps

if we come up
with something
on this Kelly.

So stay with it.

Oh, hi.

Oh, hi.

Congratulations
on your sh**ting review.
Thanks, Lianne.

And listen,
thanks for testifying
for me in there.

Hey, it's my duty.

But why the long puss?

It's just the department.
They want you to
compromise everything.

I've never had to
work over my friends,

and I don't intend
to start now.

Why? What do they
want you to do?

I don't want
to talk about it.
Anyway, it's my own problem.

Oh, well, any time
you need any help,
just ask me.

But I can't blame you
for sticking with your friend.

TONY: What,
do they call this a pizza?

It ain't so bad, Tony.
Ain't so bad?

How can you say that?
You've been eating
New York pizza all your life.

You can make a statement
like that?

Back in Sheepshead Bay,
they'd throw up
on crusts like this.

Look at that,
it's all cheese.

Where's the tomato sauce?

This ain't a pizza,
it's a grilled cheese
sandwich.

[PHONE RINGING]

California...

Yeah?

Yeah, Carmine.

Well, so-so.

All right, hold it.
Let me write it down.

Long distance. Brooklyn.

Go ahead.

Right.

All right,
talk to you later.

They found a friend
of Patsy Fossler's.

They whacked her around.
The broad told them
that she's hid out

in some kind of ranch
or something.

Already, I hate it.

''Noel Glickman,
Agoura Place.''

Let's get out of here.
Let's get this thing
over with.

[GROANING]
My knee.

NEWSCASTER.. No relief expected

for a thirsty
Southern California,
I'm sorry to say,

but if you think
we've got it bad...

Hi, Doug.
I'm Lianne Sweeney.

Have we met?
Indirectly.

I'm a friend
of Dennis Becker's.

I testified
at his sh**ting review.

Sweet, sweet guy.

Would you bring another drink
for the lieutenant, please?

Uh, no, no, no,
I'm fine. Thank...

Thank you.

Friend of Becker's,
you say?

Den and I go way, way back.

I've watched his progress
in the department,

I've rooted for him,
been a shoulder
for him to cry on.

That's why I feel so sad
about what's happening
to him now.

What's the matter?
Trouble in his personal life?

Hey, Doug, now...
Now don't get me wrong,
I love Den.

I think he's a fine,
fine officer.

It's just that he's a victim
of misplaced sympathies.

He's a soft touch.

Take this
Michael Kelly thing...

What do you
know about this
Michael Kelly thing?

Well, like I said,
I'm the shoulder
that Den cries on.

I mean, I know
that it's an important case
for the department

and so does Den.

He's just letting other things
interfere with his pursuance
of the facts.

Mmm-hmm?

Becker discussed
this with you?

Hey, now let's just
keep this entre nous.

I just want to
help the department if I can.

And Den, too.
If that's possible anymore.

What did he tell you,
Miss Sweeney?
Lianne.

Well, he was supposed
to question Rockford, right?

Well, he didn't.
He didn't even try.
Said he couldn't.

That's what I mean
by misplaced sympathies.

Go on.

Yeah, you know, well,
this is sort of a
intimate conversation.

Maybe we should
go to my place.

No, I have a dinner date.
I have to cut out very soon.

But finish, please.

Doug, I want you
to understand that I know
how difficult your job is.

I mean, you got this
sob sister court system
to go through,

you got these
endless rules of evidence,

you get Mirandized to death.

I mean,
how can you be expected
to enforce the law?

Right, right, right.
Now about Becker and this
Michael Kelly matter.

Well, this is my point,
I mean,

this high-powered felon
lands on your turf
and you're hamstrung.

So you ask
one of your subordinates

to gather some information
unofficially and he balks.

I mean, it is
the perfect opportunity to
circumvent the Constitution,

which I...
I dearly respect,

but let's face it,
I mean, it's been perverted
by bleeding hearts.

I have never asked Becker
to circumvent anything.

Just to do his job.

Hey, I'm with you.

The guy craps out,
you have to disappoint
your superiors.

I mean, it's a shame.

What else did he tell you
about Michael Kelly,
Miss Sweeney?

Lianne.

Well, I know, for instance,

that Kelly's
supposed to be here

on some kind of
missing persons problem.

Allegedly.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Becker didn't tell me that.

Well, I got that from
his friend, Rockford.

Mr. Tacky himself.

I don't know
why Den hangs around
with a guy like that

and I don't know why Dennis
didn't tell you about it.

Anyway, you and I both know
that this
missing persons thing

is just a front for Kelly.

I mean, a big crook like that,
there's got to be
something else, right?

Who is this missing person
supposed to be?

Doug, I don't know.

But I could pursue it
on my end.

I mean, as a private citizen,
I have a little bit more
latitude than you do.

And I know Rockford
just about as well as
Dennis does, unfortunately.

Miss Sweeney, thank you
for the information.

And if you should fall privy
to anything else

and you want to
inform the department,
that's up to you.

But as for pursuing it
on your own end,

I don't even know
what your end would be.

So I have to caution you
against actively
inserting yourself

in department business.

I understand, Doug.

I just want to help you
any way I can. That's all.

Looks like you hit
a brick wall this time,
Lianne.

He dusted you off.

Ralph, you don't understand
a man like Doug.

Don't mistake his coldness
for lack of interest.

He has to sacrifice
his personal needs and wants

for the sake
of the department.

My God, I respect that.

[DOG BARKING]

[BARKING]

All right, easy, boy.
Just settle down.
Settle down.

Hello in there!
Easy, easy.

Hello in there. Hey!

WOMAN: What is it?

Yeah, I'm here to
inspect the property.

Would you come out
and control this dog

so I can come in
and talk to you?

Quiet, shh, quiet.

Look, I'm really busy.
What do you want?

I told you I'm here
to inspect the property.

I'm Mr. Berenson's
assistant.

Well, I don't know
why this can't wait.

It has a very high
priority, Patsy.

Now, hold it.

You let go of me
or I'll scream.

I don't want
to go back there!

All right, maybe you don't.
I'm not going to force you.

Michael sent you,
didn't he?

Well, he talked me
into coming.

Yeah, he told me
he'd blow my head off
if I didn't.

Wow, he's really turning
into quite a guy, isn't he?

He threatens to k*ll you,
yet you're not going to
force me to do anything? Sure.

All I want
is the answers
to some questions.

A guy doesn't get
that jacked up

just because his fiancée
ran out on the wedding.

Now, what is Kelly
to you, really?

He was my fiancé.

He's on the level?
Mmm-hmm.

Who were those
two mouth-breathers
who were on your case?

I don't know
who you mean.

Just leave me alone.

I don't want to have anything
to do with Michael, I don't
even want to know you.

So just tell him
you can't find me.
Well, hey...

He's not too interested
in ''can't''.

Now, I know
you got your problems,

but I'm right in the middle
of this bona fide mess.

I got those two apes
after me,
your fiancé, the cops.

Tricia's wedding
didn't cause
this big a stir.

All right, I'm sorry,
but I don't know what
I can do to help you.

Well, we can start
by you telling me

all you know
about Michael Kelly.

[CAR APPROACHING]

Come on.

[DOG BARKING]

Go round
the back of the house.

[CLUCKING]

Shut up.

[HORSE NEIGHING]

[WHINNYING]

[WHINNYING]

SyI!

Hey, SyI!

Hey, SyI!

SyI! Hey, SyI!

SyI!

[TONY YELLING]

Tony!
TONY: I'm in the corral!

Tony!

SyI!

Hey,

you can get up.

We've lost them.
For now, anyway.

Patsy,
who are those two guys?

Well, I don't know
the driver of the car,

but the other man
I've seen before.

His name is Anthony Boy.

I don't know
his last name.

What's his connection
with you?

Well, nothing, really.

He delivered
some legal papers
to Michael once,

back at the apartment
in New York.

He works for Joseph Minette.

Of the Minette Family?
The boss of bosses?

Yeah.

Well, Michael is
Mr. Minette's attorney.
Didn't you know that?

Well, that was part
of the reason I left.

I man, those people...
They're animals.

I just couldn't
take it anymore.

Oh, boy.

[BOWLING PINS CLATTERING]

Okay, what size?
I'm a 9A.

And a 6 and 1I2
for my wife.

[MAN ON POLICE SCANNER
CHATTERING]

Hey, who moved my scanner
from TAC 2 to TAC 1?

[MAN CONTINUES CHATTERING]

Miss, can we please
have some shoes?

Did any of you people
hear any calls

from Bel-Air
while I was in the head?

Who knows from Bel-Air?
I want some bowling shoes.

Hey, Willy, Willy, will you
take it over for me again?

Stomach flu
just hit me again
real bad.

Hey, how about
some shoes, huh?

[CHILDREN CHATTERING]

Hey.

You better eat something.

You're not going to be able
to go home for dinner tonight.

I never did anything
to those people.

Michael and I just shared
an apartment together.

You try to leave a man
and this is what happens?

Did Michael ever talk to you
about his work?

Well, yeah, sometimes.

Boy, those people were just,
like, from another world.

Some of the things
they did,

they would really blow
Michael's mind.

I mean, he'd tell me
about them. We'd laugh.

Oh, yeah,
those zany Minettes, huh?

They're a bunch of cut-ups.

That acid blinding
of the reporter last year,

that had me on the floor.

Look, I didn't
need you coming
into my life.

And I certainly
don't need
sermons from you.

I'm in your life
whether you like it
or not.

But more importantly,
it's whether I like it or not.

Well, so take off.
Nobody's twisting your arm.

That's what you think.

Anthony Boy lost you,
but he knows right
where to find me.

And according
to his way of thinking,

I'll lead him right to you

if they apply
the right kind of pressure.

I can't even go home, lady.

But they were so crude,
so tasteless.

I mean,
that's what Michael and I
would laugh about.

I didn't know anything else,

I mean, all the rest of it,
until Michael told me later.

Is that when you split?

Yes.

No.

No, I took my own
sweet time pulling out.

Michael was keeping me
in French blazers,

I had a Jaguar,

he was putting me
through graduate school.

What was Michael working on
when you left him?

Minette's
jury-tampering trial.

He was acquitted.

Michael told me two of
the prosecution witnesses

met with fatal accidents.

Minette must've had
your bedroom bugged.

Bugged?
Why do you say that?

That's the only way
it figures.

Michael pulled a real gaffe

by telling you
family business.

Now that you've left Michael,

Minette can't have you
running around
the world loose

knowing what you know.

Well, what am I gonna do?

Maybe I should
just go to the police
and tell them what I know.

And demand protection.

Oh, that's pretty
naive, Patsy.

You tell the police
what you know,

Minette'll get you
if it takes 100 years.

Well, so what am I gonna do?

Well, we ought
to figure all that out.

But you can't go back
to the Glickmans'.

As a matter of fact,
you better call Noel

and tell him
he can't go home, either.

They'll k*ll him just
to get some information.

I did leave.
What?

I didn't leave right away
but I did leave.

Yeah. Yeah, you did.

Come on.

SYL: I'm lost, Tony.

I didn't see one sign
to Malibu.

The creep at
the gas station.

He must've not known
what he was talking about.

''Take the Ventura
freeway...''

Hey, hey,
I don't wanna hear nothing
about the freeways.

Just don't talk to me
about the freeways.

Look, it's over, Tony.

Rockford's gonna turn Patsy
over to Mike, right?

We might as well go home.

First we find out
where Mikey is.

And then we hit
on her.

Hey, Tony, how much time
are we gonna spend

sitting on Rockford
till we sweat it out of him

to find out where Mike is?

How much time
we gonna spend, SyI?

Is that what you wanna know?
How much time?

Hey, Syl. I'm gonna have
my day with Rockford.

Now that's not
a smart hit.

That's not what
we're getting paid for.

You remember Natividad?

The bookie
from South Bronx?

You remember what I did
to him?

Yeah.

You hit him in the head
with a ball-peen hammer
till he d*ed.