04x07 - Quickie Nirvana

[bunniefuu]

People should love animals,
not eat them.

Welcome to Sunfire.

Feel free
to use all the facilities.
Get naked, kick back, enjoy.

Now, that's karma.

That's manure.

I'm into my consciousness.

Consciousness?

You're practically
unconscious 24 hours a day.

There must be


People have g*ns
who own this money.

We're gonna have
to take them out.

I specifically said,
"Don't tell anyone."

Didn't I?
Didn't I say that?

Go, Sky, go.

ROCKFORD ON
ANSWERING MACHINE:
This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your name
and message.

I'll get back to you.

MAN: Hey, I saw your add
in the classified,

"Three African g*ns for sale."

I keep calling,
all I get is the machine.

Is that a typo
in the paper, or what?

Hello, Sky.

Hi, Jim.
Could I use your phone?

It's a local call.
Oh, sure.

So, are things pretty mellow
for you these days?

Mellow? Well,
they're not marshmallow
or anything like that, but...

I got Rolfed last night, Jim.

Yeah.

Rolfing is this really
incredible technique that
brings the body segments

into vertical alignment.

You see, the body gets
out of alignment

through mechanical
and psychological stress.

Like, if your mother was
always on your case,

your head would be
permanently lowered.

You should experience it.

My head look low?

No, but everybody's body
is out of alignment
in some way or other.

Anyway, last night was
just so incredible.

I was coming home
from work, and I saw
these bill collectors

in the hall outside
my apartment, and...

Is he dead?

No, he's an actor.
He's just faking it.

Gee, it's really a shame.

People should love animals,
not eat them.

Especially someone like you,
who I consider kind of
an enlightened guy.

Sky, the phone is
on the desk.

Anyhow, the Rolfing
made me so mellow,

I had to come down
and soak up the solars.

You know, I don't think
I'll ever go back
to that office to work again,

but I guess I better
call them and tell them.

Hello, Judy?
Yeah, it's me.

They're really angry
I didn't show up, huh?

Alan said that?
Oh, gross.

Hey, Jim. Another favor.

Could I give the office
your address

so they could send me
my last pay check here?

I'm really hassled with that
collection agency camped out
at my place.

Okay. I've been there myself.

But don't let the check
hang around here too long,
okay?

Okay. Thanks.

Oh, damn!

Hey, Jim,
I also took the liberty
of calling the ashram up

on Euclid Street, 'cause...
The who?

Ashram.
It's Hindu for temple.

I used to live there.
I was trying to get hold
of a friend of mine.

Hey, what's wrong?

Oh, these neighborhood dogs,

always turning over
the garbage can.

You know, nobody ever
observes the leash laws.

Leash laws?

You're an unusual
blend, Jim.

You know, you're sweet,
hang loose, and yet
kind of a fascist.

Listen. You know,
you don't have to suffer
with these dogs.

You just make
a positive affirmation
that they're not

knocking over
your garbage cans,
and it'll stop. Really.

Oh, really?
Mmm-hmm.

I learned the secret
of positive affirmations
from this incredible man

named Gordon Borchers.

I hope someday you can
meet him and maybe learn
it for yourself.

He's really
a tuned-in being.

Well, if he's so tuned in,
I'll probably meet him.

I'm on the cable.

Oh. Jim, hey, Jim.

Thanks. Thank you.

Do you know what
the bartender just told me
in there?

What?

Well, the dude's name
is Jim Rockford.

He's a private investigator.

This chick done contacted
a private investigator.

Well, we better play it cool
and see how he plays it.

EDDIE: Nice work, Lenny.

If only you had a fire truck,
maybe he'd have seen us
sooner.

Didn't I see you guys
parked across my trailer
this morning?

Something I could
do for you?

I might as well
get down to it.

Where's Jane Patten?
We wanna talk to her.

Well, sorry,
I don't know anyone
by that name.

See, that don't wash.
She made a phone call
from your place

this morning
and gave your address.

Said to send
a check out there.

Oh, you mean Sky Aquarian?

Name's Jane Patten.

Mousy hair,
kind of big in the butt.

Oh, you guys are from
the collection agency,
right?

Why didn't you
say that up front?

Be glad to help out.
Yeah, she went up to Fresno
to her sister's wedding.

Let's see,
the address was



Zoot, now you're gonna
either have to tell it
like it is,

or I'm gonna
break your face.

Hey, a tiger. Okay, Lenny,
we'll do it your way.

Yes?

This isn't the ashram,
is it?

Oh, yes, it is.
Please lower your voice.

Well, I was looking
for Jane Patten,

Sky Aquarian,
the same person.

I'm sorry, I don't know
anyone by that name.

Oh, she said
she lived here.

I understood
she still had
some friends here.

She's, oh, medium height,
sandy-colored hair,
early thirties.

Oh, you must mean Gopi.

Gopi?

Yeah, I guess maybe I do.

You know where
I might find her?

Not here.

Her consciousness never
really developed to the level
we all had hoped for,

despite her lovely name.

Yeah, well,
which of her three lovely
names are we talking about?

Gopi.

It means, "Cowgirl
devoted to Krishna."

Baba himself gave it to her.

But then she turned her back
on the way of truth,

our holy family here
and our life of sharing.

I don't even like
to think about her.

Oh, by the way,

she tells everyone that
she's in her early thirties,
but she's really 40.

We don't tell
untruths like that here.

Well, she mentioned
somebody by the name
of Gordon Borchers.

You know where
I might find him?

No.

Well,

I guess the load's
just gonna have to
rot on the truck.

Rot?

Yeah. I got a whole load
of organic vegetables.

Bean sprouts, avocados...

You see, I'm in
the produce business,

and I met Jane up at Big Sur,
and I promised her
if I ever had an overload,

she could have it
at below cost, and,
I mean, it's a shame.

You know, I've got
hydroponic tomatoes,

bok choy,
four or five sacks
of brown rice...

We'll buy it.

Yeah. Well,
I guess I could let you
have part of it.

'Course, I'd have
to talk to her first,
I did promise.

She gets everything.

She already got all
my George Harrison albums.

Well, that's between
you and Gopi.

All I know is,
a promise is a promise.

Okay, so call her.

She's probably up
at Sunfire Institute,

hogging all
the window seats.

Pardon?

Oh, we all went up
to Berkeley, you know,

for the spring solstice,
to hear Baba speak.

Do you think
she'd let me have a seat
by the window on the bus?

I was so angry, man,
I had to get, like, super
meditative that whole weekend,

and I never did
get my flow back.

Really ruined
the trip for me.

This Sunfire Institute,
does Gordon Borchers
hang out there?

I don't know much
about that scene,

except it's really a joke.

They bought this
funky old dude ranch
in Placerita,

they put in a couple
of hot tubs,

they think they got this
really super spiritual place.

Well, thank you very much.

Oh, when you see Gopi,

would you tell her
that when she borrowed
my hair dryer,

the low-heat setting
was busted.

She's gonna pay me back.

What ever happened
to this life of sharing?

Oh, wow.

Sure.

Be judgmental.

You know who
you remind me of?

Your father.

How did you know?

Oh, wow. He had a g*n?

I can't deal with v*olence.

And do you think
I enjoy it?

You know,
we're both in trouble.

They got to me
through that law office
you worked at,

because you called them
there this morning.

That's weird.
I don't grok that.

What kind of office was it?
What's going on down there?

Meditate on that.

Come to think of it,

there was a lot
of really negative energy
going on down there.

All right, now we're
getting somewhere. What?

Century City.

Aluminum and glass
and plastic.

Oh, heavy.

I don't exactly think
that's what we're
looking for, though.

It was just a law office,
super straight.

What? What is it?

Oh, this is incredible.

Last night, Alan called me
into his office, and asked me

to deliver
a package to some guy
on the Venice boardwalk,

but I forgot.

Who's Alan?

Alan Bayliss.
He's a senior law partner.

But, you know,
the package was probably
just legal papers.

I mean, I don't think
it would cause
all this negativity.

Well, where is it?
I want to see it.

Oh, could it wait a while?
Gordon asked me
to sweep out his van.

Sky, I have been sh*t at,
I've traveled over 200 miles,

a rock took out my radiator.

You wanna see negativity?
I'll show you negativity.

You see, the reason
I forgot the appointment is,
I stopped home first.

And when I saw
those bill collectors,
I absolutely freaked.

Then I met William.

He's this
professional Rolfer...

Please don't explain, Sky.

Oh, hey,
there's Gordon. Gordon.

Hey, I think we ought
to take care of this
other thing first, huh?

Have you met Jim?
Jim Rockford,

this is Gordon Borchers.

This whole place is
Gordon's idea, Jim.

The idea already existed,
I'm just the instrument
it traveled through.

Welcome to Sunfire, Jim.

Hello.

You here for pre-death?

No,
it's just a business trip.

Pre-death is this
really incredible process

Gordon developed
for tuning the spirit.

It's not neo-Reichian,
or anything like that.

Sky, I think
we ought to be moving.

Oh, I'm sorry you can't
stick around longer.

But listen,
while you're here, feel free
to use all the facilities.

Get naked, kick back, enjoy.

Come, dear.

I think I remember
tossing the envelope
in the back of my car,

with my food stamps
and my Tibetan fertility hat.

Here, help me move
the pyramid, okay?

Here it is.

There must be


There's $30,000
by my count.

Oh, wow.

This delivery at
the Venice boardwalk,

how was that
supposed to work?

I was supposed to be
near the falafel stand
last night at 7:00,

this guy in a fur vest
would come up to me,

tell me his name,
then I was supposed
to be very cool,

hand him the package,
and then be very cool
and leave.

Fur vest, huh?

What was his name?

I don't remember now.

Hey, don't get mad.
It was a very unusual name,
hard to remember.

All right, you're gonna
have to drive me back
into Placerita,

and when my car
is fixed tomorrow,
we're driving to LA.

Now, Sky,
I want you to think
about this, huh?

Why would Bayliss'
law firm be doing $30,000
bag jobs?

Probably just business.

American business,
as we commonly know it,

makes money transactions
through the mails,

through the banking system,
et cetera.

It does not use
cash drops after dark
at a falafel stand.

Hey, I hear you.

Are you gonna
get in the car?

Jim, I was just thinking,
about this money.

Maybe we're going
off all stoked,

without pausing
to consider our karma.

I mean,
maybe I was supposed
to have this money

or maybe you were

or you and me together

or maybe Sunfire Institute
was meant to have it.

Gordon, with all his
incredible works
that need money...

Do you have brain damage
or something?

The people have g*ns
who own this money.

Yes, but suppose
it was karma that it
fell into our hands?

Forget the karma
and get in the car.

Listen, if we're going
back down to LA,

I'll have to take
the short pre-death tonight,
instead of the long one.

I wonder if I can get
a refund on my $200.

What is pre-death, anyway?

Sensory deprivation.
In water, your sense
of feeling is removed.

We also wear, like, eye flaps
and earplugs so you can't
see or hear anything.

Your senses are just
shut down totally
and completely.

After a few hours,
really incredible things
are revealed to you.

It's a mystical,
transcendent experience.

And then you become confused
and start to hallucinate,
right?

Yeah, I read about that.

The Air Force was
testing that phenomenon.

The Air Force?
Those militarists?

No, you must be wrong.

Gordon invented pre-death.
He calls it that,
not out of negativity,

but because it
simulates death,

which is the final
transcendent experience,

the trip of all trips.

Sounds like
a bargain for $200.

Look, I'm gonna be
at my motel tonight,

and I'll pick you up
at 8:00 in the morning.

Be out of the shroud
and into street clothes,
okay?

We don't wear shrouds.
I told you,
pre-death is positive.

Look, Sky,

don't mention the money
to anyone,

do you understand?
I mean anyone.

I'm hip. Gordon tries
to screen everyone
who visits Sunfire,

but we get some aggressive,
competitive types sometimes.

Boy, I'd sure like to know
what kind of dirt that
money's hooked up with.

It's a puzzle, all right.

We know the sound
of two hands clapping,

but what is the sound
of one hand clapping?

Hello?

Hello?

GORDON OVER SPEAKERS:
You're not supposed to talk,
you know that.

I can't get into
it tonight, Gordon.

In using
the concept "tonight,"

you show
that you're still into time.

You've got to break through
that time-space dichotomy.

External forces are impinging
on my head. I'm hassled.

Okay,
let's rap about your head.

I can't.

Sky, tell me
what's hassling you.

Tell me
what's been happening.

Yes, Sarah.

SARAH: Mr. Bayliss,
a Mr. James Rockford on one.

Hello?

ROCKFORD:
You got the envelope?

Yes, the messenger
service just brought it.

Well, I'd love to have
delivered it personally

and had the pleasure
of meeting you,
but you know how it is.

Some days you're just
not up to getting sh*t.

Now, you got your bread,
and we don't have any more
to do with each other.

Jan Patten and I
are off the hook.
Comprende?

Yes, of course.

I'm sorry for
any inconvenience.

I'm sure you are, Mr. Bayliss.

Don't spend it
all in one place.

Say, sonny,
I was just talking
to Miss Aquarium here,

and she was telling me
that she's got a good friend

who is a professional golfer.

Now, I know the way
you wanna improve
your game,

so maybe you could
talk to the guy.

Dad, she didn't say
"professional golfer,"

she said
"professional Rolfer."

What's that?

You see, Mr. Rockford,
Rolfing is a technique

for bringing
the body segments
into realignment,

the spine and the pelvis
and the head.

We have to get our segments
back on the vertical axis.

It's very important
for our cosmic well-being,
you know? In...

Nope.

Looks like they decided
not to send you
the last check.

Big surprise.

Oh, bumeroo.

Listen, if you could
just drive me over
to the bus station,

I'll head back up to Sunfire.

Hey, come on now.
Now, what is all this?

Bayliss said
he got the package.

Oh, he got the package
all right, but we already
read Sunday's papers.

Hey, I had nothing
to do with this,

somebody switched
the envelopes.

Why didn't Alan just tell us
there was a problem?

Oh, he just put on
that dumb show
on the phone

so we'd think
the pressure was off.

Look, why would I call
Bayliss if I knew I'd sent
newspaper instead of money?

All I know is
that we're out of 30 grand,

and my car is
junk underneath.

Hey, let's just be
very mellow

and unviolent and remember
that we're all human beings,

and part of the godhead,
okay?

Shut up and go inside.

Oh, hey, I don't think
we ought to go inside.
My dogs are gonna go crazy.

We'll worry
about your dog, okay?

He's a huge German shepherd.
He just chewed up the mailman
the other day.

You got a g*n,
I don't wanna see
my dog get hurt.

Well, you go first and
talk to Fido. Let's go!

Sergeant. Easy, boy.

Hey, don't worry.
Don't worry.

Sergeant, easy. Easy, boy.

Hey, wait,
don't hurt my dog,
okay?

Sergeant. Oh, here.
He's all right.

He's all right.
Down, boy.

Go, Sky, go.

Look, you're really
being super hostile...

I don't want to
talk about it.

Look, how could you
do a thing like that?

What's the matter with you?
I just...

I specifically said,
"Don't tell anyone."

Didn't I?
Didn't I say that?

Gordon's not "anyone,"
that's why I'm sure
he didn't rip us off.

Oh, sure, sure.

And the money just turns
into newspaper, right?

Next thing I know,
I look in the mirror

and my head's
turned into a pumpkin.

Gordon didn't do it, Jim.

Yeah, well,
he blabbed to somebody
who did.

The thing of it is,
I told you,
"Don't tell anyone."

Here, get the windshield.

They must have done it
while I was at the motel.

Somebody made
a quick switch while
I was taking a shower.

That's the only time
that that envelope
left my sight.

Well, maybe Gordon
did tell someone,

and someone who isn't
on the same spiritual level
that he is,

someone who's into
wealth consciousness,

but Gordon made
an honest mistake.

All Gordon has
in his heart is love.

Oh, I know that.

I mean, a guy that would
only charge you 200 bucks

to stick you in a water t*nk
until your skin puckers,

when he could easily
charge you five.

Wow, man,
don't you denigrate
that process.

And I'll tell you
something else.

Even if someone at Sunfire
did take that money,

they did it
for a very good reason

that won't be revealed
to us in our lifetime.

Now, that's karma.

That's manure.

Boy, like, Dylan
really said it all, you know?

"Time will tell just
who has fell
and who's been left behind.

"When you go your way
and I go mine."

Did Dylan say when
any of this might happen?

Because I can hardly wait.

Oh, Sky!

Hi.

Did you hear what happened?

Moona had her baby?

No, it's Gordon.

He's gone to India.

He's gone to study
with the holy men.

Joshua drove him
to the airport
this morning.

Isn't it beautiful?

Large number seven,
heavy with the slices.

Hey, Dennis?

What are you doing,
moonlighting?

Take a hike, will you?
I can't talk. I'm undercover.

Well, when can you?
I got a large problem,
life or death.

A large with anchovies.
Anything else?

How'd you know I was here?

Oh, well, Peggy told me
you were on
special assignment.

She gave me the address.

She did, huh?
Well, she's in big trouble.

Two salads.
Garbanzos on those?

Don't blame her.
She didn't know
what you were doing.

Listen, I'm really
jammed up, pal.

Go to the alley,
two doors down.

BECKER: That's it?
You bothered me for that?

Well, what do I
gotta do to count?
Get dismembered?

Or will a simple
maiming be enough?
These guys had g*ns.

You see that restaurant
over there?

That only happens
to be one of your major
number drops

on this side of the town.

Do you see
that blind newsman?

That's Officer Todd Billings.

In that taxi,
none other than
Sergeant Stan Mayhew.

We got guys planted
all over this place.

This happens to be
one of your major stakeouts.

Dennis, gambling is
a victimless crime.

I'm sorry, I can't say
the same about my own m*rder.

Now, Bayliss is not
gonna cop out

to what that money's
all about,

but if you question him,
you might rattle him.

You know what your problem is?
You've gotten too used to
personalized service.

You got a complaint
against this guy,
file it,

just like every other
citizen in this town.
With who?

Lieutenant Chapman for one.

Lieutenant Chapman?
Why don't I just sh**t myself
in the foot?

He's the best
you get today, buddy.

Dennis,
can't you make a request
to have Gordon Borchers

deported from India?

That way,
we'd have the money,
at least we could deal.

You expect an APB
to be put out all over India
for this Borchers character?

Where would we start looking?

Well,
he won't be hard to find.

He'll be the only holy man
driving an El Dorado.

Let me just see
if I can recap, Lieutenant.

Jane alleges
that I gave her an envelope

containing $30,000,

which she was
to deliver to a man
on the Venice boardwalk?

That's correct.

Well, that allegation
has absolutely no basis
in fact.

Jane, are you concocting
this because you're still
angry about the fact

that I wouldn't let you
and the other girls
smoke grass at lunch hour?

Oh, wow, Alan, it's better
than knocking back
three martinis, like you do.

Is that true, Miss Patten?
Are you a marijuana user?

Oh, come on, folks,
let's get off that stale
old pot, booze debate

and get on with the issue
of the money

and the two creeps with
the g*ns that you sicced
on us, Bayliss.

Lieutenant, the fact
is, I wouldn't know
where to avail myself

of two creeps with g*ns,
as Mr. Rockford terms them.

Why don't you ask
some of the secretaries
around here

if they've seen
those two guys?

Now, listen,
you just shut up, okay?

Oh, that tough cop you do
is very impressive, Chapman,

if you happen
to be a 12-year-old.

All right, Mr. Bayliss,
just for the record,

do you categorically
deny all this?

I deny that any of it
took place,

and I'm demanding, once again,
to know if there are any
specific charges

being leveled against me.

Well...

Even if I had some
secret money,

do I look like
the sort who would let
a space cadet

like Miss Patten handle
a $30,000 bag job for me?

Hey, it's Maceo Prentiss.

The Duke of Soul,
isn't that what they call him?

He's a client,
Mr. Rockford.

And as a point
of information,

Maceo hasn't leaned on
that Duke of Soul image
for years.

He is a successful crossover
from the R&B charts,

strictly mainstream now.

I stand corrected.

I did read, though,
where he was having
some kind of legal problem.

He ran over somebody
in the parking lot
of the Starland Club.

All right, let's go.
Let's go... Miss.

Good thinking, Lieutenant.

And I still may file
that complaint with
the city attorney's office.

Just relax on that, will...

And I wanna
correct something
Mr. Rockford just said.

The legal trouble
to which you refer is
going to be resolved

in Mr. Prentiss' favor.

The musician who was run over
was on narcotics,

so the felony drunk
driving charge against
Mr. Prentiss

is most likely to be dropped.

I'm just a music lover,

I'm not somebody
from the trade papers.

Nevertheless, you do
have your facts wrong,

and rumors are
a show business curse.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

But here are some facts
I have right.

You know the money
you never had?

Well, we don't have it
anymore either.

Even though it doesn't exist,
if you want it back,

you ought to be talking
to a guy by the name
of Gordon Borchers.

He has your loot now.

Jim has no right to say that,
he doesn't know that
for a fact.

Here's the part
you're gonna love,
Mr. Bayliss,

or you would,
if the money was yours.

Guess where
the money's gone?
Hmm?

India.

That's right.

There's curry, chutney,
turbans all those good things,

so if you want
your money back,

that's where you're gonna
have to go to get it.

Not to me, not to her,
we are out of it.

You're out of time,
that's what you're out of.

Let's go.
Wow, Alan.

I've never seen
such gross lies.

I feel deeply sorry for you.

You're probably
gonna be squashed
by the karmic backlash.

I don't like the art work
for this new album.

It looks like a kid did it.

Maceo, I think we should
attend to this other problem.
You can do that later.

So, the cops were
out to see you.

So, what are we
gonna do about it?

I think
the best thing to do,

since the police
are around the edges
of this thing,

is just to forget
the $30,000.

Just let him
go to the cops?
Is that it?

I don't think he will.

He didn't get his payoff,
and he hasn't talked yet.

A lot of blackmailers
are just threateners.

Very few people
wanna be involved
in the actual testifying.

And I can take that
to the bank,

on account of
you been involved with
so many blackmailers, huh?

I haven't been
involved with m*rder,
either,

and I'm managing
to cope with that.

Joey had it coming.

Mace, nobody has that coming.

Wasn't bad enough
a bum like that takes
Rosalind away from me,

farm-team bass player.

Lucky if he picks up
a studio job here and there.

You didn't have to k*ll him.

But then to say
them things about Roz,

after he drops her like
an old shoe or something.

To say those things
about a woman who k*lled
her fool self over him.

Joe Vivian was scum,

he was something unhuman,

but you would never
have k*lled him if your head
wasn't full of coke.

I firmly believe that.

Try explaining
that to a jury.

Maceo ran over
a guy on purpose.

End of discussion.

Yeah, and try explaining
it to Mac Grunning.

You see, that bum is
gonna go to the cops

and tell them he saw that
fight in the parking lot.

Mace,

I been with you a long time,
and I only mean you well.

I think that we should
remove Grunning.

Yeah, it's the only way.

Maceo, what is happening?
You're talking
about another m*rder.

I already done it once,
there ain't no hope
for my soul now, anyway.

This is crazy.

This is totally crazy.

The problem won't
end with Grunning,
don't you see that?

Now there's Rockford
and that typist involved
in this.

They've been
to the police once.

Suppose they keep pushing it.

Then we'll have another
m*rder on our hands.

Somebody may tie it together.

We're gonna have to
take them out, too.

Mace, what are you...

We can't trust Grunning,
we can't trust them.

You want out, say so.
Just say so.

You know that's not it.

I'm appealing to you, Mace.

We go way back.

We both come up together.

I been with you
since the Bronx,

when it was Little Maceo
and the Cavaliers.

Remember?

Eddie sang falsetto, huh?

Dijon way down there
on the bass?

Remember the times
we used to have?

Just kids.

Stop it, Alan.

Three young doo-wahs

and a little shnook
fresh out of CCNY law school.

We been through
a lot together, Mace.

We built something.

I told you stop it!

And if you want out,
just say so.

ROCKFORD: Well, this
particular guy would kind
of stand out.

He wears a fur vest.

He would have been here, oh,
around 7:00 in the evening

this past Monday,

you know, just kind of
hanging around, waiting.

There's a lot of people
hanging around here.

Fur vests d*ed out
when Sonny Bono
went network.

You know what I'd like?
I mean, I'd really like?

Is about $20 worth
of that falafel.

You know,
I'm just crazy
about that stuff.

There is one clown
has a fur vest.

I see him out here sometimes,
he's a pill head.

I think he was
out here Monday, too.

He lives at the Ritz,
by the sea.

What was his name?

Mac.

Mac. That's it.

That's who Alan said
I was supposed to meet.

Mac. Real unusual name, Mac.

Here. "Mac Grunning. 3-1-4."

I just hope Mac
can give us something

to take to that
fascist lieutenant.

Say, you folks,
got any spare change?

There.

Thank you.

Mr. Grunning?

Mac?

Hey, this is really,
like, invasion of
a man's privacy, isn't it?

Yeah, I'll cry tomorrow.

You stay by the door
and listen for anyone.

Who's in the bathroom?

SKY: I am.

Well, come out of there.
You don't use the facilities
in an investigation site.

And what are
you doing in here?

You were told
to wait in the hall
with the other civilians.

I'm sorry, but I'm sick.

I've never been
to a su1c1de before.

Come on, out, out, out.
Chapman,

did your men tell you about
the glass from Starland?

Yes, they did.

Yeah, well, Maceo Prentiss
creamed that musician

with his car
out in the parking
lot at Starland.

Mmm-hmm.

An eight-ounce tumbler
ties Grunning
in with that accident?

No, the man has a sink
full of souvenir glasses.

Well, did you see
his record collection?

He's got every LP
Maceo Prentiss ever cut.

So, what are you saying?

Well, it's theory.

Mac Grunning was
a Maceo Prentiss fan.

He goes down to see him
perform at Starland,

and maybe he sees
something pertaining
to the accident.

And then he becomes
so despondent over
the fact

that his idol
can't drive very well,
that he hangs himself.

Oh, that's cute, Chapman,
really cute.

You know, maybe Mac
knew Prentiss was to blame
for the accident,

and maybe he was trying
to shake him down.

That's why the 30 grand
delivery attempt.

Bayliss could have
sent Sky down there
with the money.

I mean, he'd stand out
like a sore thumb,
she fits right in.

She says there was
a delivery attempt.

She says there was
a guy named Mac.

Well, I'm not so sure
that there was.

And even if there was,
how do we know it's
the same Mac in there?

Alan Bayliss
or Maceo Prentiss
could probably tell you.

I'm telling you, Chapman,
the man hanging on
the end of that rope

could have been m*rder*d.

He's a su1c1de.

The man's hands
weren't even tied,

not a sign
of a struggle...

Grunning was a pill head.
OFFICER: All right,
clear the door.

I give you a snoot full
of downers and some cheap
zinfandel,

I could hoist you
from the ceiling pretty easy.

He's a loser, Rockford.
He got tired of barbiturates
and took the Big Downer.

It happens everyday!

OFFICER: All right, back up,
folks. Come on, back up.

Hey, hey, that's it, huh?
That's the official
department position?

The official
department position

is that we don't harass
citizens because somebody
comes up with a theory.

Now, try to familiarize
yourself with recent
court decisions.

Keep everybody out of there.

OFFICER: Okay, let's clear
the hall. All right,
everybody, let's...

Hey, it's real bummer
about Mac.

He was a good neighbor.

Yeah, it's terrible.

Yeah.

Hey, say, you got
any spare change?

Mmm-hmm.

Mmm...

Yeah, okay, well,
thanks a lot.

Poor little animal gave
his life to make this?

You know, I've just
about had it with you.

What's the matter?

I'm tired
of your philosophizing

and moralizing and whining.

Whining?

Yeah. You wanna
give me a sermon
about the hamburger,

and you've got gall
enough to eat it.

Ordinarily I wouldn't
touch meat,

but I'm hungry,

and even
the Bhagavad-Gita says...

Oh, just stow it, okay?

You know,
if it wasn't for you,

I wouldn't be in this mess
in the first place,
your flaky attitude.

You hand me problems
at every turn, you can't
remember anything,

now I'm buying your meals.

What can you do, lady?

My consciousness
doesn't lend itself
to problem solving

like yours does, okay?

I'm into
an alternative lifestyle.

I'm a seeker after truth.

Now, what's so
wrong with that?

Your alternative lifestyle
comes out of somebody
else's pocket.

You mooch, you borrow,
you hardly work.

Anybody who doesn't
go along with it,

they're fascists,
they're unmellow,
competitive.

All that love and freedom
is just another way
of saying, "Me first."

It is not.

Yes it is.
You just don't have
a sense of responsibility.

That's all there is to it.

What you mean is I'm not
into structured living
or accumulated things.

I'm into my consciousness.

Consciousness?

You're practically
unconscious 24 hours a day.

What you're into
is having somebody else
do your thinking for you.

There's Gordon Borchers,
Baba, the Bhagavad-Gita,

next it's gonna be
Sam Levinson or Francis the
talking mule, for all I know.

They have
all the answers, right?

Don't you have
any answers of your own?

Those are pathways to bliss.

Mmm-hmm, maybe.
But you don't practice them,
you just talk about them.

You flit from ashram,
to water t*nk and back.

Are you any
happier for it, huh?
And look around you.

You see a lot
of bliss out there?

I don't think
I've done so bad
for being 32 years old.

You're 40, I've seen
your driver's license.

I was 40, but I'm making
positive affirmations.

I am 32.
I'm youthing myself.

You're 40.

But I don't wanna get old.

Well, neither do I.

Oh, but you see,
we don't have to, not if...

There's nothing
you can do about it,
that's the way it is.

I'm sorry to be the bearer
of the bad news.

There's no easy answer,
you know.

There's no quickie nirvana.

You don't like it?
Tough. Join the club.

Gordon has some answers.
I feel it from him.

Good. Good. You want to talk
about good old Gordo, huh?

Well, I have a friend out
at LAX, and she told me

that there is nobody
by the name
of Gordon Borchers

who ever went to India
yesterday morning.

What?
That's right.

The guru went south
with the loot.

Shut up.

Aha.

A little aggressiveness
there, huh?
Some negative energy?

Things aren't
so mellow anymore.

I said, shut up.

If we had that money,
we might be able

to deal our way
out of this mess,
but we don't.

Probably went out and bought
a Dior prayer shawl
and some electric sandals.

La Cuesta.
What? I couldn't hear you.

La Cuesta.
It's this plastic beach
and tennis club

near San Diego, you know?

Yeah, I know. What about it?

Well, this really
siliconed cocktail waitress
from La Cuesta

showed up one time
at Sunfire
looking for Gordon.

Later on, he denied
he'd ever been there.
I believed him.

Well, of course he'd deny it.

No self-respecting Buddha
would be caught dead
in a place like that.

But I believed him.

I still do believe him.

Come on.

Two parts vermouth,

one part Crème de Cassis.

But the best one
I ever had was
at Fouquet's in Paris.

Where's the money, Gordy?

Who is that? Who is that?
I don't know what
you're talking about.

I don't have the time
or the inclination

to reason with you,
holy man.

Either you put that
$30,000 in my hot
little hand,

or I'm going to expand
your consciousness
with my shoe.

In my car!
I hid it in my car.

Okay, let's go get it.

Gordon, how could you, man?

How could you?
How could you cop out
on me like that?

That's the sound
of one hand clapping.

Right on the bottom.

Yes?

It's Rockford calling in.

Okay, Sarah, put him on.

You remember that money
that never existed?

Well, I got it back.

Oh?
ROCKFORD: Yeah, oh.

I wanna get it off
my hands and close out
business with you, pal.

Good.

It's been lost in the shuffle
too many times,

and I'm not about
to turn it over to anybody
but you personally.

You can trust the men
who work with me.

Oh, sure I can.

They take the money
and then say
I didn't deliver.

And I'm not about to
stroll into your office
and never stroll out again.

Yeah, well,
that's fine with me.

I don't want a transaction
taking place here, either.

Good, I'll meet you
at the corner of Navy Street
and Lincoln in one hour.

All right.

How about that.

Mace, let me just
pick up the money,
and let's let it go at that.

These two are witnesses, man,

to the fact that we tried
to pay Grunning off,
don't you see that?

Yes, but don't you...

You're gonna
meet Rockford,

but Dijon and Eddie
are gonna make him say
where the chick is at.

Dijon wants to party
with this Rockford
dude, anyway.

A number four,
two small orange juices
and a pie.

What are you so nervous
about, pal, huh?

Don't even open your mouth,
don't even burp.

Now get in the car. Move.

Dijon, you don't need me.
I'm leaving.

LY-12 this is 1-Y-9.

A possible ADW going down
on the southeast corner
of Lincoln,

two black males and a male
Caucasian moving towards
a blue sedan.

I see a w*apon.

Damn!

Stop, police!

Hello, Billings.

All right, out.

I don't believe it.
Three weeks work
down the drain.

Well, I tried to get help
from the department
the legit way, you know that.

Three weeks work.

Our stakeout's blown.

I hope you're satisfied.

Oh, yeah.
I'm satisfied.

SKY: My life has
been changed,
and so can yours.

Jesus has the answers.

I was born again,
just as on the third day,
He rose,

and so can you,
any day you want.

Today, for example,
is a perfect day.

Jesus Christ has the answers.

He's my Lord and Savior,
He could...
ROCKFORD: Sky?

Sky?
Hello, Jim.

Well, it must've been
four or five months.
How are you?

I'm really fine, Jim.

Everything is really
beautiful for me now.

That's good to hear, Sky.

My name is now Hester.

Oh, I see.

Have you heard about Jesus?

Oh, yeah.
For many years now.

No, I mean about the way
the Reverend Job Goodhew
talks about Jesus.

Oh, I've heard
of the Reverend Goodhew
on TV and in the papers.

The Reverend's love
for you is all in this book.

He doesn't even know me.

And he wants
eternal joy for you.

Read about
his love for you,

and how you can plug
into the joy circuit
that all men share.

It's $7.

Ask yourself
how much you spend
on your soul

in relation to how much
you spend on your belly.

Yeah, I thought you said
you might go back up to
San Francisco and study art.

That sounded
like a good idea.
What happened to that?

This is my calling.

Painting graven images
of man does not
please the Lord.

And San Francisco
is a terminal city.

The Reverend said
it's going to be destroyed
by a purifying earthquake.

He said that right after
the cops shut down
his operation up there,

didn't he?

I'll pray for you, Jim.

Because you love me, right?

Exactly.

Well, it was nice
seeing you... Hester.

Goodbye, Jim.
And God bless you.

Sky, why don't you
knock off a few minutes,

we'll go get a cup of coffee.
We can talk, have a Danish.

No, thank you.

Simon, Peter and I are
supposed to stay here
until after dark.

That's when our
prayer monitor will be
around to pick us up.

Yeah, well,
it'd only be a few minutes.

What's it going to hurt?
It's on me.

I'm doing
the Reverend's work.

Jesus Christ is
your Lord and Savior.

He's my Lord and Savior.

You, sir,
you look like a sinner.
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