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(SCREAMING)

Why would he
wanna kill me?

Angel, I'm not
in a very good mood.

You wouldn't shoot me
for a lousy $100,
would you?

You sure you don't
want me to stay?

Who is she?

An old fishing buddy.

People kill because
they don't like
their ZIP code!

Oh, come on,
how often?

Once is all
it takes, Dennis.

Yeah, well, I'd just feel
better if you told me
what you were gonna do.

No, you wouldn't.

Shoot him, Jimmy!
Shoot him!

Hold it! Police!

(DOORKNOB RATTLING)

(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)

MAN: Hi. I just want
to put your mind at rest.

Found your address book
in the theater last week.

It's in the mail.

By the way, Carol's okay.

But Linda...

WOMAN OVER PA: United Airlines
mainliner flight 37
to Honolulu

is now ready
for boarding at Gate 27.

Those passengers holding
reservations on this flight,

proceed to Gate 27
for check-in.

Delta Airlines flight 288
to Atlanta.

Mr. Farrell,
did you have
a good flight?

I beg your pardon.
You're getting to be
a regular, aren't you?

I'm sorry,
I don't understand.

I'm with TCA Reservations.

Detroit, St. Louis...

Now you're coming in
from Miami.

In one month,
that makes you
a regular.

You must handle
thousands of people.

You couldn't possibly remember
each name and destination.

Well, I don't remember
them all. Just some.

Well, in this case,
you're mistaken.

Wasn't it about
two weeks ago?

I'm telling you
you're wrong.

Sorry. I thought
it was right after
that holiday weekend.

Never been to Detroit.

WOMAN OVER PA: PSA flight 64
to Santa Barbara, Los Angeles
and San Diego

is now in final boarding
process at gate number two.

All aboard, please.

(CRUNCHING)

(SCREAMING)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

(AIRPLANE ENGINE ROARING)

ROCKFORD: Okay, Lori,
you all right?

LORI: Oh, Jim, I didn't
know what to do.
It's okay.

It's okay.

I was afraid to go home.

I was afraid to go back
to my car.

Not that it would've
done me any good.

I lost my keys, my bag,
everything.

All right,
don't worry about it.

Everything's gonna be
all right. I'm here.

I couldn't even buy
a cup of coffee.

It's been that kind
of a day, huh?

Mmm-hmm.

I'm sorry.

I guess I could've
handled this better.

You're doing just fine.

Oh, I'm not so sure.

I've never been so scared
in all my life.

Did you talk to the cops?

What'd they make of it?

Attempted rape,
mugging, what?

They didn't know.

They searched the area
and said my handbag was gone,

but I don't know,
I guess it could've
been robbery.

But anybody could've taken it.

I tell you, if that car
hadn't come along...

Do you know, Jim,
how I felt tonight?

Hmm?

Mortal.

No, I mean,
I know I am.
We all are.

But we all walk around
acting like we're immortal.

Well, you got to watch
that kind of thinking.

That's the kind of thinking
that'll have you rushing
into a burning building

or trying to stop
a runaway train or...

Missing your shuttle.

The employees' parking lot
is over on the north side
of the field.

They have a shuttle
and it runs every half hour.

I missed it,
so I cut across
the main lot.

I seem to be making
a lot of mistakes tonight.

You know, I even had
an argument with a passenger.

I mean, I've never
done that in my life.

Well, we'd better
get you home.

We'll check out your horoscope
in the morning paper,
all right?

Okay.

LORI: Jim, honestly,
I'm all right.

I just don't think
you ought to be alone.

Well, my roommates
are out of town.

How many have you got?

Five. Counting me.
Five?

(SNICKERS)

They're always
out of town.

That's one of the nice
things about living
with stewardesses.

Minimum expense
and maximum privacy.

Well, I still don't think
you ought to be alone.

Why?

Personal opinion.

What do you mean?

All right, your purse
is missing, right?

Your driver's license is
in your purse, right?

And my address is
on the license.

Right.
I'll take the couch.

What about tomorrow night?
Oh, well...

And the night after that?

Well, it's natural for you
to be nervous the first night,

but you'll get over that.

Not with somebody
baby-sitting me.

Look, I'd love you to stay,
but not tonight, okay?

Anyway, I'm sure
whoever stole the bag
ditched the ID right away

and all they wanted
was the money.

All right, but if you hear
any sounds go bump
in the night,

or you decide you don't like
the sound of silence,

I'm just a couple
of minutes away.

And a good friend.

You sure you don't
want me to stay?

(RATTLING)

(CREAKING)

(RINGING)

Yeah?

LORI: (WHISPERING) Jim?

There's somebody in the house.
I can hear them downstairs.

Where are you?
Bedroom.

Lock yourself in.
I have.

Call the cops,
and I'm on my way.

(KNOCKING)

(KNOCKING)

(WHIMPERING)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

(WHISPERING) All right,
all right, all right.

Where is he?
Out there.

(GUN FIRES)

(ROCKFORD SHUSHING)

Stay here.

(CAR STARTING)

Where is he?
Somebody call the cops.

MAN: What's wrong out there?
What's the matter?

All right, all right,
all right. I think he's gone.

He tried to kill me.

Why would he
wanna kill me?

You sound like
you know him.

I don't.

Not really.

It was dark
and I can't be sure.

And it doesn't
make any sense.

(SOBBING) But I think
it was Mr. Farrell.

ROCKFORD: I don't believe
in coincidence, Dennis,
and neither do you.

Now, there were two
attempts on her life,

and I believe
they were both connected.

If you could just
find the bullet.

We can't.

Well, if we could get
a ballistics check,

we could get
a positive ID.

Now there was one shot,

the whole place came alive
and the guy took off.

What do you think,
Dennis, huh?

BECKER: I think you lead
a very exciting life.

Oh, come on, Dennis.

You know the way out.
It was nice meeting you,
Miss Jenivan.

Wait, where do you
think you're going?

Home. Where just maybe,
maybe I'll get a couple
of hours sleep

before I have to come
back here tomorrow.

Are you sore
because I woke you up?

You bet I'm sore.

You know, there's other guys
in the same line of work.

Some of them even work
the night shift.

I thought
he was a friend.

He is. He just has to get
his full eight hours.

You made a police report.
Why call me?

I thought you'd take
a personal interest.

Good night, Jim.

Well, wait a minute.
Where do you think
you're going?

You're not gonna
do anything?

What can I do?

Look, I'm sorry.

I know you're scared,
and I'm sorry.

But three black and whites
rolled onto the scene,

they fine-sifted your place
and they didn't come up
with anything.

Now, what am I
supposed to do?

Well, I don't want
to tell you how
to do your job,

but on an attempted murder,
I think you could start
with an APB.

An APB on a man
neither one of you
can identify,

driving a car neither one
of you can identify.

It was Mr. Farrell.

You're willing
to swear to that?

Well, it was dark.

Swear under oath?

No, I can't swear,

but it looked like him
and we'd had that argument.

Well, airline passengers
don't kill reservation clerks
because they said hello,

or because they couldn't
get a window seat.

Well, now,
what police manual
says that?

People kill because
they don't like
their ZIP code!

Oh, come on,
how often?

Once is all
it takes, Dennis.

Come on,
I know you don't have
enough to book him on,

but at least you could
call him in for questioning,

sweat him a little bit.

I thought you weren't
going to tell me my job.

Well, I changed my mind.

Look, Jim,
if I thought you had anything,
you know I'd help you.

But what you've given me
is solid smoke.

And besides,
Farrell is a lousy
candidate for assassin.

I don't care
what the computer says.
Nobody is that clean.

Timson Farrell is.
He cut his teeth
on good-conduct medals.

We don't even have him
for a parking violation.

He wears three-piece suits,
goes to Chamber of Commerce
lunches,

takes out half-page ads
in the phone book.

Is that all it takes,
an advertising budget?

Wash, rinse and spin dry?
Come on.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Don't thank him.
He didn't do anything.

He got out of bed!

ROCKFORD: Well, I guess
I've got everything covered.

I'll pick up Angel,
and you two know
what I want you to do.

Yes.
No.

He means we stay
out of the way
till it's all over.

Till what's all over?

Well, he hasn't quite
gotten to that part yet.

Rocky,
Becker can't move
against Farrell

until he has some kind
of proof that Farrell
is a potential killer.

A killer?
Yeah, I'm gonna
give him that proof.

How?

By using the right bait.

Me?
No.

Look, don't worry
about it, huh?

You're sure that the man
who attacked you was Farrell.

I'm sure that when
he took a shot at you,

he wasn't just
trying to scare you,
he was trying to kill you.

You know, it seems to me
that what you're talking about
is really police business.

It seems to me
that the police
ought to be the ones

out throwing bait
and catching killers
and stuff.

Yeah, it does seem
that way, doesn't it?

I don't know if Farrell
saw me outside your apartment
last night or not,

but it really
doesn't matter.

I just have to cut myself in
so that he knows that
he has to deal with me.

Yeah, well, I'd just feel
better if you told me
what you were gonna do.

No, you wouldn't.

ROCKY: I don't like it.

Rocky, you don't even know
what I'm talking about.

I don't have to.
I don't like it.

Okay, you two
can get started.

Well, there's no hurry.

Rocky, I've got
a couple of things
I got to wrap...

Well, it don't matter.
Lori and I, we don't mind
waiting a while, do we Lori?

No, of course not.

Okay, Rocky.

(EXCLAIMS) See?

I told you I didn't like it.
I told you.

It's all right. I'm not
too crazy about it either.

Come on, come on.

Huh? What do you say?
Is this what you asked for?
Huh?

Yeah, it's perfect.

I couldn't have
done better myself.
How much?

Look at that. You said
no neighbors, right?

Well, right over here
is an empty lot

and right over this side
is an empty house. Huh?

All right, Angel,
how much?

Listen, I got all
the papers here.

Got all signed,
legal, binding.

Angel.

Well, you know, Willie wasn't
in love with the idea of
renting it in the first place.

Well, I mean,
a man's home is...
You know?

But it's because
you were friends of Quentin,
he said to say ''Hi.''

Hi. How much?

$100 a day.

Angel, $100 a day
for that chicken shed?

You said it was perfect.
The key is under the mat.

All right, Angel.

If I had the time
I'd go rent one
on my own.

But I don't have the time.
If I did, I would.

So you got yourself
a deal, huh?

Now, I'm going
to remember it.

And when this whole thing
is over,

I'm gonna have
a little talk with Willie,

see how much of that
$100 sticks to your
greedy little fingers.

And then he's gonna
remember it.

Jimmy, you don't have
to talk to Willie.

Jimmy.

Hey, Jimmy, Jimmy!
I don't have a car!

(LAUGHING)
I thought I lost you.

You just made
a delivery at Farrell's
and a pickup, right?

Hey, mister,
you got a complaint?

A pickup, right?

So?

I knew it.
She's lying.

She always lies.
She lies just to cover
her mistakes.

I don't know why
Mr. Farrell keeps her around.

Hey buddy, this kind
of dialogue you can have
with your bartender.

Now, I just
carry the mail.

Yeah, well,
I make out the bills.

You see,
I am Mr. Farrell's accountant.

Now, there was
a bill on my desk
addressed to Norbert Mills.

I remember making it out

because it was for a strike
on an 1858 Flying Eagle.

Now it's gone.
She says she didn't mail it,
but I know she did.

Well, I can't bill him again.

You can't bill a man
like Mr. Mills twice.

So you want me
to look, huh?

Hey, would you do that?

Thank you.
I appreciate it.
I know it's here.

That's Moore. No.

Reed, Watson,

Philbin.

Howard Philbin said
you was the best in town.

That's very kind of him.

He carried on so much
about you I figured
if I couldn't talk to you,

I just wouldn't talk
to anybody.

I called in yesterday.
They said you was
out of town.

Yes.

I'm from Ponca City myself.

Well, not now. I mean,
I'm living out here now.

Mr. Taggart, I'm afraid
I'm a little pressed for time.

Well, of course, you are,
being in and out of town
so much and all.

Well, I travel extensively.
It's part of my business.

It must be nice,
unless you got a family.

Where to this time?

Are you interested
in commemoratives,
Mr. Taggart?

Darned if I know.
I don't know
what they are.

Well, you were
examining this before.

A commemorative commemorates
a special occasion
or a person.

You see, if your
interest in numismatics
is historical, I...

Actually, I was just looking
for a birthday present
for little Ralph.

That's my sister's boy.

I'm a practical man

so I figured
if you got something
that'll hold its value,

and maybe hold
a boy's interest.

Well, Mr. Taggart,
my clerk is more than capable
of assisting you in that.

Howard Philbin said
I should talk to you.

Now, I'm willing to go
as high as $50.

Just a moment, please.

Mr. Farrell asked me
to show you some
Liberty Heads,

token coins,
a very general selection.

Inexpensive
but interesting.

It is for a beginner,
isn't it?

Yeah, well,
Mr. Farrell said that...

He had to make a phone call.

He'll be right with you.

No, no, no, no.
No trouble at all.

As a matter of fact,
I may have misunderstood.

I thought he said that you had
recommended me to him.

Jim Taggart.

I see.

Well, thank you very much.
I'm sorry if I've been
any trouble.

Goodbye, Mr. Philbin.

All set
and ready to go.

If that don't please the boy,
there's just no pleasing him.

Now this is a counter check.

I just opened my account
at the bank,

so I don't have the checks
with my name and address
on them.

But the money's there.
You can call and check them
if you like.

Oh, that won't be
necessary, Mr. Taggart.

I'm sure
we'll be seeing you again.

You can count on it,
Mr. Farrell.

Ma'am.

Susan.

I want you to call the bank.

I want to talk to somebody
in new accounts.

All right,
up against the wall.

Hands up. Don't move.

Okay, turn around slowly.

Angel?

What are you doing here?

You wouldn't shoot me
for a lousy $100,
would you?

I ought to shoot you
on general principles.

Now, what are you doing here?

I happened to be
in the neighborhood.

Angel, I'm not
in a very good mood.

Okay, I'm not sunshine
and lollipops myself.

You know how far
I had to walk
this morning?

What are you doing here?

I figured you got
a game going. Huh?

You pay me $100 for a place
that isn't even worth $20.

Quiet, no neighbors.

(WHISPERING) I want in.

Oh, you're in.

Now, get down behind
that couch over there
and stay put.

I think I heard a car.

(WHISPERING)
Well, move.

Where are you going?
I wanna leave.

You can't, Angel.

I'm expecting
another visitor.

I don't want you
to spook him.

Jimmy, I wanna leave.
What are you doing sitting
there holding a cannon?

You planning a shootout?
Is that what you're doing?

I don't like
that kind of thing.

I don't either.
We're not gonna have
a shootout, Angel.

It's going to be a nice,
quiet citizen's arrest.

Now, if I'm right,

in a few minutes,
that door's gonna open.

Mr. Farrell is gonna
come through it

and he's gonna trespass
on my legally-rented property.

Knowing Mr. Farrell,
he'll be carrying a gun.

Gun?

Yeah, he's not gonna have
a chance to use it.

You won't get hurt, Angel.
Now, trust me.

Just trust me!

Do I have a choice?

No. Stay down and shut up!

Shoot him, Jimmy!
Shoot him!

(DOOR CREAKING)

FARRELL: Now,
would somebody please tell me
what this is all about?

Well, how about
the unfortunate habit
you have

of trying to kill people?

Mr. Taggart?

Rockford. Jim Rockford.

I was with Miss Jenivan
when you made the second
attempt on her life.

Now wait a minute.

I'll handle this, Jim.

Less than 24 hours ago,

Miss Jenivan and Mr. Rockford
reported two attempts
on her life.

On the second assault,
she thought
she recognized you.

Thought?

Well, she couldn't make
a positive identification

because she wasn't positive.

It was dark.

It wasn't dark last night.

Will you wait your turn?

Now, you and Miss Jenivan
met at the airport.
Do you remember?

Certainly.
I remember it.

I'd just returned
from Miami Beach.

She came up
and greeted me,

almost as if
she anticipated my arrival.

I merely said
hello to you, Mr. Farrell.

Why would that upset you?

Well, because I had just
flown several thousand miles
for nothing.

Very privately,
for the past year,

I've been trying to buy
an 1838-O Half Dollar from
a private collection in Miami.

And I finally got the owner
to agree to sell,

flew down
to consummate the deal

and discovered I'd been
beaten to it by a competitor.

There had to be a leak
for anyone to move in there
that fast.

And you thought it might
have been Miss Jenivan?

Come on, Dennis.
You don't believe that?

I'll believe what I hear
when I get the facts.

Okay. Okay,
these are the facts.

Now, you don't have enough
to get him for the attempt
on Lori.

But there's plenty left over.

There is breaking
and entering, trespassing,

carrying a concealed weapon,

assault with intent
to do bodily harm,

attempted homicide.

And you just don't have
to just take my word for it.

Angel will back me up.

Go on, Angel.
Go on. Go on.

He came through the window...

Yeah, he came
through the window.

The lights were out.
You couldn't see nothing.

And then you said,
''Shoot him, Jimmy!''

It's a figure of speech.

Then I threw on
the light switch.

ANGEL: Yeah, that's right.
Jimmy threw on
the light switch.

You see? See?
You got two eyewitnesses.
Angel and me.

Not exactly two.

You see,
when the lights came on...

Well, we'd been
in the dark for so long,

it kind of blinded me
and I couldn't even
see my hand...

I'd swear somebody come
in there, but who?

Well, in that case,
may we discuss the charges

I plan to bring
against Mr. Rockford?

Jimmy? Jimmy,
just let me talk to you.

Are you mad, huh?

You have a gift
for understatement, Angel.

What am I gonna do?
The guy's a killer.

I mean, if I'm gonna
make somebody mad,

it ain't gonna be him...

Right to the wall
with me, huh?

Well, you're looking at it
the wrong way.

You're looking at it
like I chickened out,

like I just dumped you.

Yeah, well, that's the way
I'm looking at it.

Well, look, you come
out of this free and clear.

You're on record
with the cops.

That guy ain't even gonna dare
make another run at you.

Why not? I filed
a police report,
you did your fold,

and now he's
walking away clean.

So what's to stop him?

You know something?

You're right. Later.

Do y'all want more coffee?

ROCKFORD:
No, thank you.

Defamation of character,
resisting arrest.

Why do you always come
to me after the fact?

'Cause that's when I know
I'm in trouble.

I'm sorry we got you up
so early, Beth.

No, no, that's all right.

I'm just worried about
what kind of a case

he might be able
to build against you.

It's academic.

He's not gonna
let it go to court.

He doesn't want me
running around,

turning over a bunch of rocks
to see what's gonna crawl out.

I can't cause him
too much trouble
if I'm dead.

You mean he threatened you?
That's terrific.

It is?

Well, sure.
Then we've got something
to counter with.

Well, he didn't threaten me.

Beth, he is slick.
He knows what he's doing.

Well, what about...

Lori.

Lori. Did he threaten her?

He didn't have to.
She's the bull's-eye.

Look Jim,
I'm sorry I even
got you into this.

I don't even know
what's happening anymore.

Don't you think
it's about time
you started to find out?

We're trying, Beth.

So, what's his background?

Solid. Pure and unsullied.

You could take him
home to mother.

Lori, tell Beth about when
you met Farrell at the airport
the other night.

There isn't that much to tell.
Jim, we've been
through this before.

Let's go through it again.

Mr. Farrell got off
the plane from Miami Beach.

I recognized him,
said hello,

and I just made
some kind of a joke.

What joke?

Oh, just something
about him being
a regular.

He got upset.

And he lied.

About what?
Detroit.

He said he had never
been to Detroit,

and I happened
to have booked
that flight.

Then it's got something
to do with Detroit.

What?

Don't look at me.
I don't know.

Oh, that's a big help.

Well, Beth, thank you for
the coffee and the counsel.

You're welcome.

Yes, thank you.

Not at all.

Jim always knows
he's welcome.

I hope we'll be
seeing more of you
very soon, Lori.

Thank you.

Jim.
Hmm?

Who is she?

An old fishing buddy.

I'm glad you
could join me.

I'm glad I could, too.

It was just
a quick trip
out here.

Personal,
not business.

Of course.

You come here often?

No, not on a regular basis.

Nowhere on a regular basis.

I know.
It's easy to fall
into a pattern.

I know a lot of people
who do that.

They're not even
conscious of it.

Tuesday night here,
Wednesday night there.

Someone wants to hit you
for a fast $20,

they know
right where to find you.

Predictability's
highly overrated.

Kansas City
always home base?

Oh, no. I'm still trying
to get used to it.

I'm booked out of here
in an hour.

I think starting out
in New York spoiled me.

I miss the action.
There's not enough activity.

You remind me of myself,
going back a few years.

I take that
as a compliment.

From the time
I got my first job
I've heard about you.

You're tops
in the field.

Well, you're building yourself
a very nice reputation.

That's why I wanted
to talk to you.

You're young,

and I think you have
quite a future.

I'd hate to see it cut short.

You're planning
a trip to Kansas City.

And you know in advance,

so you have an option.

That's nice of you.

I'd expect the same
from you.

Always read a man
his rights.

That's a responsibility.

I got the message.

Did you?

Well, let me spell it out
so we're both sure.

I'm going to kill him.
It's as simple as that.

You turn your eyes.

Play hero,
and you're dead, too.

I knew we'd never be able
to get official clearance.

Airline policy's
pretty strict, you know,

and you get bogged down
with a lot of red tape

when you're dealing
with the main office.

With these
passenger manifests,

you know, they keep
about 27 hours.

And then they have
to forward them,

microfilm them,
and then they store them.

Now, listen, when she comes
to give us the answer,

don't you say a word, okay?

You better let me
do all the talking.

You are.

I must be nervous.

Look, don't be.
At least not before lunch.

Farrell seems to do
all his hunting at night.

That's the darnedest thing.

What?

You sure about
the name?

Timson Farrell.

There's nothing.
No record.

You sure you gave me
the right dates?

Yeah, I'm positive.

Well, I can't
explain it.

Computer foul-up
or something.

Or something.
Well, thank you.

Sorry, Lori.

Oh, yeah, thanks.

That's impossible.
I booked two of those
flights myself.

But if there's no record
on the passenger manifests...

Then you better have
a good memory.

That's all we've got
going for us.

They don't have
anything for Miami.

They can make a request
for an interlibrary loan,
but that takes weeks.

That's all right.

We can probably handle it
with a phone call.

Have you ever worked
one of these?

No.

ROCKFORD: It's kind of
like patting your head
and rubbing your stomach

at the same time.

You sure about the date?

Well, I can't pinpoint it,
but I know it was
the holiday weekend.

So it has to be
either the 10th
or the 1 1th.

I'm into the classified ads
for the 9th.

Wait a minute.
Here it is, the 10th.

Mostly national, world,
some local.

I'll try the 1 1th.

Well, aren't you gonna read
the rest of the paper?

That's only the front page.

Nobody gets as nervous
as Farrell or as desperate

over something
that's gonna be hidden
in the back pages.

Whatever he's into is
gonna be headline stuff.

City councilman's
still in trouble.

So is the world.

And so are we.

Nothing on the 1 1th.

But I'm sure, Jim.
It's either the 10th
or the 1 1th.

Which wouldn't make the paper
until the 1 1th or 1 2th.

Bingo.
What is it?

Detroit,
the 1 2th of this month,
Arnold Freeling.

One shot to the head,
assailant unknown,
no leads.

The 30th of last month,
St. Louis. Louie Garrone.

His car was run off a road.

He and the muscle he had
with him were both shot.

What'd you pick up
out of Miami Beach?

Herman Keitel,
night before last.

Multiple bullet wounds.

Had a big chunk
of the action
in Miami Beach.

What do you think
he's got to do
with the others?

Freeling, Garrone
and Keitel were connected.

They were all
scheduled to appear

before the Senate subcommittee
on organized crime.

I think that they were all
killed by Timson Farrell.

Why? I mean,
why do you think
Farrell did it?

Remember what happened
at the airport?

He didn't care
that I knew who he was.

He only cared that I knew
where he had been and when.

ROCKFORD: These killings were
bound to be linked together
sooner or later.

They were bound to make
the L.A. papers.

When they did, he couldn't
take the chance that Lori
would find out about it,

put it all together
and do something,
like talk.

So, he tried
to take her off.

Which we can't prove.

He tried to take me off, too,
which we can't prove.

But you got my word for it.
I saw him.

And he shoots
like he's not
out of practice.

Isn't there something
you can do, Sergeant?

I can't arrest him,

but I sure can ask him
some questions.

Okay, you stay here.

I'll leave the keys
in the ignition.

Just in case anything
goes sour, you take off.

I can't just leave you.

If you don't,
who's gonna call the cops
to back us up?

I'll ask the questions.

Of course.

I mean it.
In fact, you ought
to wait in the car.

I'm not gonna say
a word, Dennis,
all right?

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Yes?
Sergeant Becker. I'd like
to see Mr. Farrell, please.

I'm sorry,
he's not in.

Well, they told us
at the coin shop
that he left for home.

Well, he was home,
but he left about
15 minutes ago.

Any idea where
we might find him?

No, I'm afraid not.

Does he have a desk calendar,
something we might check?

Mr. Farrell is
a very private man.

I wouldn't know
about any desk calendar
or anything else.

You'll have to talk to him.

Not a word, huh?

Well, you know
how it is, Dennis.

A thought pops
into your head,
it just comes out.

Well, there's nothing
we can do but wait
until he comes back.

I'll come by later
and keep checking
the coin shop.

I wonder
where he went.

Well, maybe he went out
to kill somebody.

The airport?

The airport.

(WOMAN CHATTERING
ON PA S YSTEM)

He had a 15-minute lead on us.
We might have missed him.

You think he'd cut it
that close?

Well, he wouldn't want
to hang around in here.

He'd want to be
in and out fast.

We're not even sure
he headed for the airport.

We could be barking
at the moon.

This guy's got a pattern,
Dennis. This fits.

LORI: I got it.

A Conair flight 253
to Chicago.

It leaves
in five minutes.

Where's Conair?
Way down
the other end.

Hey, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

Can we page him
from here?

Yeah. Why?

I want to put
a chink in his armor.

Everyone's got nerves,
even Farrell.

What am I supposed
to say to him?

Nothing.
He won't answer.

WOMAN OVER PA: Mr. Farrell,
Mr. Timson Farrell,

please pick up
the white courtesy telephone:

Mr. Timson Farrell.

Airport security!
Stop that man!

Hey!
MAN: Don't hurt me!

I read you
your rights.

Hold it! Police!

You all right, mister?

He shot him.
He just shot him.

Oh, boy, he could
be anywhere.

Well, let's split up.

Do you have a gun?

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Well, that's good.
Then you could cover me.

Okay, go.

(GUN FIRES)

Nail him, Jim!

You okay, buddy?

Hey, Jimbo,
you want to grab me
those chips back there?

I gotta go pick you up,

I gotta drive you over here,

I gotta get some pillows
to put your little foot up,

and I gotta get you
your chips.

You know, you're getting
a lot of mileage
out of that, Dennis.

Well, the doc told me
to stay off of it.

Besides, it hurts.

Oh, come on,
it's only a flesh wound.

That close
to the bone.

Well, what do you know?
You didn't even read
the medical report.

But I'm not complaining.

It could have been
a lot worse.

He had me pinned down.

He could have taken me out
permanently.

Yeah, I know.
I was there, Dennis.

Yeah, you were there.

Hey, Lori, you didn't have
to go through all this
trouble, you know.

Sure, she did.
We're big heroes.

Well, you can
laugh about it.

But I owe you a lot
more than lunch.

Well, as a matter of fact...

What are you talking about?

You made me a big man
at the department.

Got me a contract killer,
DOA.

And one, alive and talking.

Isn't it strange
that Mr. Farrell
wasn't armed?

Well, he would have been
once he got to Kansas City.

Hard to get a gun
through those metal detectors
at the airport.

He could've bought
whatever he needed
wherever he landed.

Who is this
Timson Farrell, anyway?

I thought he had something
to do with rare coins.

He does.

And he killed people
for a living?

And he used his coin shop
as a cover.

His last contract
was a big one.

The four men that were
scheduled to appear before
the Senate subcommittee.

The Calli family didn't
want them talking

so they hired Farrell
to see that they didn't.

Herman Keitel,
Louie Garrone
and Arnold Freeling.

Who was the fourth man?

A Kansas City big shot.

You know the guy that hit
Dennis at the airport,

Richard Stehler?
He was his bodyguard.

Well, how did he know
what Mr. Farrell
was gonna do?

Mr. Farrell went by the rules.
He read him his rights.

He told him there was
a contract out on his boss.

He had a choice.

He could turn
his back on the hit,

or buy the contract himself.

Well, I think that's
taking a big chance.

I mean isn't that
asking to be shot?

Well, it usually works.

There are a lot
of live bodyguards and very
little executive talent.

Well, anyways,
I'm sure glad
it's all over.

Me, too.

And I don't feel
that saying thank you
is really enough.

Jim, you do this for a living.
I'd like to pay you.

ROCKY: Oh, no, no.
He wouldn't think of it.
No, no.

Well...
No, really.
I would feel better.

No, you're a neighbor.
He wouldn't take money
from a neighbor.

Would you, son?

Well, it's not so much
the fee as the out-of-pocket
expenses...

There, see?
He wouldn't think of it.

Anytime, really.
Anytime at all.

Ain't that right,
sonny?

That better be
a great steak.