All language subtitles for Rockford_Files-S01xE02-The_Kirkoff_Case

Didn't you notice I
was wearing glasses?

What do you mean,
don't count on too much?

I'm counting on you and this
Girl Scout troop in here to solve it.

Shut up. Every time you come
in here with a bloody nose...

morale goes up 10 points.

What are you, hard up
for work or something?

Could I have my pants, please?

You wouldn't be setting
me up, would you?

Of course not. Don't be silly.

You got 30 seconds,
then you're leaving.

So get it said, whatever it is.

What I want to say, you
won't want them to hear.

This is Jim Rockford.

At the tone, leave your
name and message.

I'll get back to you.

It's Norma at the
market. It bounced.

You want us to tear it up, send
it back, or put it with the others?

Excuse me. Did you see a man come by
here dressed in a cowboy hat a minute ago?

He had to come by here.

He had a cowboy hat, you know,
ten-gallon hat, jeans, boots, all that?

What color horse?

I know I'm amusing you, but could
you give me a straight answer?

Okay.

Did you see him?

No.

Thanks.

I'm sorry. No, I
didn't see a cowboy.

I was reading my book, and he
could've passed me, but I doubt it.

Okay. Thanks.

What else could I think? I mean,
I'm sitting at the beach and I look up...

and there you are with a trout
fishing pole asking about a cowboy.

I hate to tell you, but the trout
fishing in the ocean is lousy.

It was a disguise, sort of.

That's clever. Wing-tip
shoes and a spinning rod.

Do you ever say
anything that isn't glib?

What do you do when
you're not hunting cowboys?

I sell greeting cards.

Is there much money in that?

What?

I said, is there much
money in greeting cards?

Christmas and
Easter isn't too bad...

but Mother's Day
just sort of lays there.

A sign of the times.

Hey, my apartment's that white
building about a mile up the main highway.

Why don't you come
by and have a drink?

You're not in there.
I already looked.

It's not because
I haven't tried.

I'm sure.

I read it because it has the
names of rich people in it.

And then I go out
and I try to marry one.

At least it's not as
seasonal as greeting cards.

You'd be surprised how hard it
is to be spontaneous and blunt...

at the same time.

Rich people find that
an attractive quality.

I'll bet.

All right, now what's going on?

Nothing.

We're just having a drink.
Maybe we'll get to be friends.

It just doesn't figure. I mean, my
bank statement is a nightmare in red.

You wouldn't be setting
me up, would you?

Of course not. Don't be silly.

You didn't put
something in that drink?

I sure called that one.

What else did he tell you?

Nothing.

Greeting cards, huh?

Okay, hotshot, who are you?

Let's go, boy. Why
were you following me?

Wake up.

Hey, give me a minute, will you?

What've you been doing, anyway?

And would you mind not
pointing that thing at me, please?

You better get to talking,
mister. Who are you?

Lieutenant Larry Dent, LAPD, and
you better have a permit for that thing.

You ain't no cop.
You got no gun or ID.

You're gonna tell me
what I wanna know...

or you're gonna wind up on the
critical list in one big hurry. Savvy?

Right.

Right. Now, why
are you following me?

You didn't really need to
go to all this trouble, Travis.

I wasn't having any luck following you
so I was gonna ask you about it, anyway.

Ask me about what?

I'm investigating
the Kirkoff killings...

and I heard you were having an affair
with Mrs. Kirkoff before she was killed.

I told you. A private cop, huh?

Look. You aren't gonna
shoot anybody, we both know it.

So why don't you put that thing
away before you have an accident?

Who you working for?

That's confidential.
Larry Kirkoff.

Larry Kirkoff? What are you,
hard up for work or something?

Could I have my pants, please?

What are you messing
around with me for?

I didn't kill anybody and
I sure wouldn't kill Jenny.

It's obvious I made a mistake.

So why don't we just forget it
happened and I'll go on my way. All right?

Larry killed his own parents.
Everybody knows that. The cops...

I have been sitting here
answering questions in my shorts...

for a reasonable length of time.

I want my pants and I wanna
get out of here. All right?

Give him his pants.

You know, you're a sucker, pal.

Everybody knows that that
kid done in his own parents.

He was indicted
for it and everything.

You got a good point there, but
Larry seems to have another theory.

The DA didn't press it, and
the cops are not working on it.

So I agree with you. I am
probably just wasting my time.

You and me is
gonna take a little ride.

Just where are we going?

Just shut up and
put that coat on.

What are you
going to do, Travis?

This guy could
start trouble for us.

I'm gonna make sure
he stays out of our way.

Let's go.

Look, if you don't mind...

I came here alone, I'd
just as soon leave alone.

I can mess you up right here
if that's the way you want it.

All right.

Look, Travis...

You know, I fell for that trick once
myself. Works pretty good, doesn't it?

Where's my camera?

Why'd you do that?

Just for the fun of It.

Travis is right,
Larry Kirkoff is guilty.

All he wanted you for...

is to make his country club
friends think he didn't do it.

The way it is now,
nobody wants him around.

You were saying?

I followed Travis,
and you were right.

He was having an
affair with your mother.

I knew it.

If you want my opinion,
he didn't kill your parents.

I'm not paying you for your
opinions, only for your observations.

I'm having a
special this week...

so my opinions come
with no extra charge.

I could care less.

Opinion number one is
Travis just doesn't figure.

Your mother was putting
money in a bank account for him.

She was giving him
pretty new horses to train.

Once your parents were
killed, all that stops...

so I just don't see how he
makes any sense as the killer.

Have you ever heard of sheer
jealousy? Or of lovers' quarrels?

Just put it down
there, I'll find a place.

What I'm trying to say is...

I think we've run
out of things to go on.

I'll notify you when I think
we've run out of clues.

Could you get him to stop that?

Salvatore, come.

Tell them to keep an eye on
those movers in there, will you?

And I'll be served now.

Salvatore, lie down.

Opinion number two is...

you still look better for
this than anyone around.

I can see why the
grand jury indicted you.

And I can see why you
don't charge for your opinions.

They aren't worth very much. If
the DA had a case against me...

he would've brought me
to trial, which he didn't.

And the police would still be
investigating me, which they aren't.

They're not
investigating, period.

There's a reason for that.

They're sure you did it,
they just can't pin it on you.

So for the time
being, it's inactive.

And what are your
other opinions?

Opinion number three is that...

for someone who's
supposed to be broken up...

over the death
of their parents...

you're having way too much
fun redecorating this place.

I have to live here
now, Mr. Rockford.

My father's taste in furniture
was Victorian, like him.

He was a sanctimonious,
self-righteous man.

He's been dead for
three months now.

I'm just getting rid of some
things. What's wrong with that?

It has a real lack of style.

I'll just send you
a bill for my time.

I'm afraid that won't do.

It'll have to.

How much more do
you want, Mr. Rockford?

No one could be in
a racket like yours...

without being
influenced by money.

Not me.

Especially you.

I'd say your price is
hovering around $20,000.

A bonus of $20,000 when you
find out who killed my parents.

If you killed your parents,
and I can't prove it...

it's going to be a long time...

getting to the cashier's
window, isn't it?

I made my offer, Mr. Rockford.
I'm not going to bicker about it.

$20,000 buys a lot of groceries.

There is one more thing I could
look into, and then I'll let you know.

Of course. What is it?

I ran into a girl this
morning and took her picture.

It’s probably nothing, but
you said you had a darkroom...

so, shall we take a look?

He really knows how to lay out
the old welcome mat, doesn't he?

According to the police...

your mother was killed with
a Tokarev 7.62mm pistol...

and your father was killed...

with a .300 Magnum
hunting rifle at long range...

and yours was stolen. Isn't
that the way you're telling it?

That's one of the police
department's dead ends.

Is that the rifle?

I don't know if that's it. I
guess it could be. Yeah.

You told the police you
never reported it stolen...

because you didn't
miss it for a long time...

and you'd never
used it very much.

I didn't.

You were sure using it when
these pictures were taken.

Those pictures were
taken, what, five years ago.

You're pretty good.

Yeah?

I know her. I mean, I don't know
her name, but I saw her once.

I was going up to my father's hunting
cabin, and just before I got there...

I saw his car pull out, only
she was at the wheel, this girl.

My parents were
separated at the time.

I figured he was having
an affair with her...

wanted to keep it quiet...

so my mother couldn't
use it in court. It all fits.

All right, I'll check into it.

If I come up with anything,
I'll hang with you for a while.

If I don't, I get out. Okay?

Fair enough.

A special delivery for
Mr. Smith from his office.

Is that Steven Smith or Thomas?

Thomas. This is his
mixed-doubles day.

May I help you? I'm
the assistant manager.

Yeah, I'm not sure, really. I
was looking for Jerry Green.

I'm afraid you're out
of luck. He's not here.

That's too bad.

I'm Jim Rockford, and I'm
an old friend from Chicago.

I was here on business,
and I called him at the house.

There's no answer.

I knew he was a member.
Thought I might track him down here.

He and Mrs. Green
are on vacation abroad.

Don't tell me, Madge and Jerry
finally made it to the Greek Islands?

Why, yes, that's
where they went.

Really? Hey, that's
great. That's marvelous.

They've been talking
about that trip for years.

Good for them.

Bad for me, though, I was
hoping I'd get in a little tennis.

Back to the old hotel.

Excuse me.

I'm sure if you'd
like to use the club...

they'd want you to
have a guest card.

Yes, that'd be very
nice. Thank you.

Tawnia Baker. It is you.

I was standing over
there, and I said to myself:

"What a small world.
That's Tawnia Baker."

How's Travis? Have you
seen him since the accident?

Jim, my goodness. How are you?

To tell you the truth,
I'm not too good.

I had a headache all morning.
Must've been something I drank.

Jim Rockford, Calvin Carras.

Hi. You got a marvelous
tennis partner here...

but watch her, she's tricky.
She'll call those close ones out.

What was it you wanted?

Nothing, really. I just
wanted to say "hi."

What are you drinking?
Could I buy you another one?

Three more bloody
marys here, please...

and don't give anybody
the check but me.

We were just about
to play tennis, Jim.

How's your
insurance picture, Cal?

I'm with Massachusetts
National Life.

Here. Why don't you
take one of these...

and we'll get together
and talk a little?

Excuse me a minute.

He looks like a good
one. What does he do?

How did you get in here?

How did you?

I have a guest card.

Me, too.

I suppose you're going to
try and mess me up here.

That depends on how much
you decide to cooperate with me.

I want some answers, honey.

Don't call me honey.

I was looking into
your background.

It read like The Chapman Report.

What really got me
was the last chapter.

Are you going to come
to the point or not?

I found out that you were having
an affair with Charles Kirkoff...

just before he was killed.

Tawnia, our court's ready.

Nice to meet you, Mr. Rockford.

Could you give it away, Cal?

I don't feel very
well right now.

Anything I can do?

No. I'll be all
right in a minute.

Sure.

I hope it wasn't
something I said.

Just tell me what you want
and then get out of here.

Stop flexing your muscles.

What do you want?

Dinner tonight.

I have a date with Calvin.

Break it. Why?

'Cause I wanna find out how much
you know about the Kirkoff killings...

and how you and Travis fit in.

I'll just tell you and we
can spare the dinner date.

You see, I loved Charles...

and Travis loved Mrs. Kirkoff...

and when Larry
didn't get tried for it...

Travis came to me...

and we decided to
look into it ourselves.

What makes you
think Travis didn't do it?

He wouldn't.

I'll pick you up
at 8:00 tonight.

I don't wanna go out with you.

I'm not too crazy about the idea
myself, but it means $20,000 to me.

So I'm gonna sit on you
until you hatch into something.

$20,000?

You're not worth it.

I know.

Hi, Rocky.

Where you been, sonny?

Out.

I'm only asking
'cause I'm interested.

Say, you want to
know about your calls?

That depends on who called.

Where's the aspirin, Dad?

You got a headache?

No. I got a hot tip
that the sea bass...

out by the pier are
hitting aspirin tablets...

if you can keep
them from dissolving.

Try the shelf behind the
peanut butter and the ant poison.

So who called?

There's this fellow here
from the Athletic Club.

Now he's trying to scalp some Ram
tickets off on you on the 50 yard line.

$20 a seat.

Who else?

Then there's this lady.

Now, she wouldn't leave
a name, just a number.

You're not gonna
call her, are you?

I might give it a try.

They're getting mighty
smart, those bill collectors.

Was I you, I wouldn't call her.

Hello?

This is Jim Rockford.

Mr. Rockford, I understand
you're looking for information...

on the Kirkoff killings.

I might be. Depends.

I'm not going to
negotiate with you.

What I've got is important
and it's going to cost you.

What's your name?

Come on, Mr. Rockford.
Are you interested or not?

I'm interested.

Meet me at the Sierra
Lounge on Wilshire at 8:00.

I'll be wearing a red coat,
sitting in a booth at the back.

Rocky, call Mike Braun at
the telephone company...

his number's in the
Rolodex there on the desk...

and give him this number...

and ask him to get me
an address, will you?

What are you giving
me all this heavy work?

Why don't you get
yourself a secretary?

'Cause if I did that, she'd
park herself on the sofa...

you'd end up at the desk, and there
wouldn't be any room for me. See you.

You gonna be long, sir?

I don't think so.

Sir... Yeah?

Does your mother know
what you do for a living?

Shut up.

Hey, take it easy. I'm
not struggling, am I?

I don't know what
you guys want...

but there must be some
misunderstanding here.

Hold him.

Hey, come on, man. Don't hit me.

Well, now, hold it a minute.
Can't we talk about this?

Talk about it a little while?

If I say some of
the wrong things...

we can always get to
this. What do you say?

That's just so
you'll get the idea.

We're not playing around.

You convinced?

Completely.

Good.

I got you figured for a pretty
smart guy, Mr. Rockford.

I figure you know what's
healthy for you and what's not.

So I'm gonna give
you a little advice...

and I got a feeling
you're gonna take it...

'cause if you don't...

I ain't gonna talk
nice with you again.

I'm just gonna
sharpen your heels...

pound you down
into the hard ground.

I could use a little
advice, believe me.

You're a private detective and I
know you got to work for a living.

I understand that.

But your client is
guilty of murder.

You know? Murder.

I know it to be a
fact, the DA knows it...

and the cops and every
newspaper editor in town knows it.

So, how come you're
trying to prove it otherwise?

Why, that was this morning.

I just stopped working for him.

I never really liked
him very much.

It ain't that I really care that
much about Larry Kirkoff. No.

I think the kid's a creep
for killing his mom and dad...

but that's not the reason why I want
you to quit fooling around with this.

You're right. I understand.

No, you don't understand.

No, I don't.

I'm gonna explain
it to you, though.

It's a real estate fraud
that could get discovered...

if the DA reopens
the Kirkoff case.

Now, if that happens, I'd
have myself some real trouble.

And you'll end up
in a brass bottle.

You get my drift?

Yeah.

Good.

So now, just so you
don't feel too bad...

about this here beating...

I'm gonna leave you with $200.

You don't have
to do that, really.

No. I insist. It's my pleasure.

Doesn't anybody have a 409
Assault Form around here?

Don't all volunteer.

I'll just have to use a 157M
and change it over later.

157M? That's murder.

It's the same as
the Assault Form...

only that there's a little box for
the coroner's report at the bottom.

The way you're
going, you may need it.

Looks good. Nice. Tagged
you real good, didn't he?

I'm glad you like it, Dennis.
Now, let's get on with it.

What are you working on?

Don't worry. You're not on it.

Humor me.

I'm working for Larry Kirkoff...

to find out who
killed his parents.

Are you kidding?
Haven't you heard?

He killed his own parents
and inherited $20 million.

Everybody keeps telling me that.

And we would've had him,
too, except for two things.

We couldn't turn
up the hunting rifle...

and we couldn't put him
at the scene of the crime.

Maybe he didn't do it.

And maybe mud
tastes like ice cream.

Can you remember what
these five guys looked like?

No. All except the one
who did all the talking.

He had a husky voice like he'd been
hit in the windpipe a couple of times.

Like an ex-fighter?

Yeah, maybe.

I'll tell you what
I'm gonna do, Jim.

I'm gonna fill this
out, give it to patrol...

but don't count on much.

What is that supposed to mean?

I get kidnapped by two guys
and they beat the poo out of me.

I'm making a
legitimate complaint.

What do you mean,
don't count on too much?

I'm counting on you and this
Girl Scout troop in here to solve it.

Shut up, will you? What do I
have to do, spell it out for you?

You're not exactly Princess
Margaret in this Department.

Every time you come in
here with a bloody nose...

morale goes up 10 points.

And, if I weren't a buddy of
yours, I wouldn't even type this up.

Okay?

Okay.

Dennis, the warehouse where
these guys booted me around...

it's condemned.

I wonder who owns it.

Now, just wait one moment.

You can find out.

Yes, I could find
out, but I ain't.

These guys walked around
that place like they knew it...

like they'd been there before.

They said they didn't
have anything to do...

with the Kirkoff
killings, right?

Right.

So who cares who owns the place?

I got news for you,
Dennis. I don't believe them.

I think I got somebody worried.

The only one you got worried
is your physical therapist.

All right, Dennis, can't you call
somebody at the Hall of Records?

I need it tonight.

No.

I'll spot you 10 points...

the next time we play handball.

$5 a point, $10 a game?

Come on, Dennis.

$2 a point, $5 a game.

Okay, but you don't tell
anybody where you get it.

If you get turn up
anything good, give it to me.

Make me look like the hero.

You're a sweet guy.

Jim, I think you made a bad bet.

♪♪

Why didn't you call?

Do you mind? I'm with the lady.

Regrettable, but true.

You have my number,
Don. Maybe tomorrow.

I'm sorry.

Where have you been?

I had to rent a car. Somebody
kicked my headlights out.

Don't you ever
take any time off?

On the phone you
said 8:00. It's 9:00.

What the devil is this?

You've been fighting.

Not me. The other
guys did the fighting.

I stood there and
caught punches.

Could I trade this in for a
Scotch and soda, please?

Your table is ready.

Enjoy your meal.

Thank you.

You're not having
much of a day, are you?

Now that you
mention it, I guess not.

What are you so angry
about? You're an hour late.

You don't know how tired
I get of people like you.

It's okay for you to
scratch and claw for $1.

It doesn't matter if Larry Kirkoff
is guilty, he's got $20,000...

so you drop right in the basket.

Take it easy, will you?

I went after Charles Kirkoff,
because he had money.

I told him that and
he understood that.

But I wouldn't have gone any
further if I hadn't found him attractive.

He was one of the most
vital men I've ever met...

and if they'd taken all
of his money away...

I still would have married him
because he was one of a kind.

Everybody I talked to thought old
Charlie was a pretty cold number.

Maybe for them he was.

With me, he was gentle.

It's like you said, I'm
not having much of a day.

You and Travis got me
started on the wrong foot...

then a squad of
flat-nosed guys...

jumped me and waltzed
me around for a while...

and the cops are just
tickled to death over it.

Why don't you and I
just start fresh? Okay?

Okay.

I can't afford this place.

Me, neither. Let's go.

Deal.

♪♪

I'll bring your coffee later.

Yeah, and don't forget
the cream and sugar.

I don't see what the
B.R.W. has to do with it.

There's two things.

First is, that warehouse
where I was taken...

was condemned, so I had a
friend of mine run a check on it.

Found out that it used
to belong to the B.R.W.

Second thing is...

that that is the union that Charles
Kirkoff did most of his negotiations with.

Hey, this is good.

You don't think I'd stick
you with a bad restaurant?

Just a cheap one.

Right.

They forgot the mustard.

You said you spent about two weeks
with him down at his beach house?

Yes, I left a couple of days
before he was murdered.

Did he ever have any business
conversations while you were around?

All the time, he
was funny that way.

He'd show off, sort of, like
a little boy chinning himself.

Did he ever send
you out of the room...

when any of those
conversations were going on?

Why?

I'm just trying out a theory that
maybe the cops haven't tried before.

Yeah. Twice. I think.

Did he ever say who
he was talking to?

Did he ever mention
any names or anything?

The first time, I don't know...

but the second time, when
I was leaving the room...

I remember he mentioned a name.

I remember it because it
was an unusual name...

Muzzy. He said,
"What is it, Muzzy?"

Muzzy.

Do you know him?

Yeah. I think so.

Ten, 15 years ago, there
was a promising middleweight.

He was a little flat-footed, so he
didn't last long in the fight business.

His name was Muzzy Vinette.

Where are we going?

Nowhere, I just
want the mustard.

I have an appointment,
J. Rockford.

Good morning, Mr. Rockford.

Ahem.

I'm sorry. No, you
don't. Goodbye.

I represent Kirkoff Industries.

It's about a personal
injury insurance claim.

Our board feels it's unfair, and
your labor authorities are pressing it...

so I'll have to speak to
Mr. Dancer about it personally.

I'm sorry. Mr. Dancer isn't going
to talk to you about insurance.

You see, Mr. Dancer runs this union.
He makes administrative decisions.

We have an insurance claims
department. You can talk to them.

I'm afraid I can't accept that.
Just tell Mr. Dancer I'm here.

I'll show you to the elevator.

What is your name, please?

Don't pull that tired line on me.
Just be a nice man and leave.

Look, this is really important.

Isn't there some way of possibly
convincing you to let me see him?

Get out of here.

There must be some
way of convincing you.

The only way you're gonna get in
there is if you climb over me to do it.

Now, you want to try
that? Just go right ahead.

Come on. There must
be some other way.

Goodbye. Talk to our
Claims Department.

The Claims Department.
You're right. I see.

You've seen it before, huh?

Yeah. A couple of times.

Didn't you notice I
was wearing glasses?

Maybe you'll see him, after all.

All right, bring him in.

You got any reason why I shouldn't
book you for assault and battery?

I had to see you.

I figured if I take a poke
at one of your gorillas...

either way it came out I'd
end up in here and here I am.

You got 30 seconds, then you're
leaving. So get it said, whatever it is.

What I want to say, you
won't want them to hear.

He clean?

Yeah.

Go on, get out.

What is it?

I think you wouldn't
like it if you found out...

that one of your boys on
the payroll is moonlighting.

Yeah. That's right. I wouldn't.

I'm gonna do you
a favor, Mr. Dancer.

You got a goon working for
you named Muzzy Vinette?

This is the age
of public relations.

Mr. Vinette is
not called a goon.

He's called a labor organizer.

You can call him
whatever you want.

Go on. Get to the point.

I'll bet you know if he
has a gun, and if he does...

you probably know
what caliber it is.

Come on, Mr. Rockford.
Guns? That was in the '30s.

You're in some trouble,
Al. I'm trying to help you.

Now, he's got a
gun, we both know it.

I think that it's a Tokarev
7.62mm automatic...

and he took an independent
contract to kill somebody.

Is that so? Who'd he kill?

Mrs. Charles Kirkoff.

Why should I believe you?

In this age of public relations,
you can't afford not to.

Thank you. Is that all?

That's all.

If you're right, I owe you.

Put something in the mail.

I think he wants you.

Where's Muzzy?

He's got a girl stashed out by the
country club. He's out there, I think.

It's her pad.

Marsh, go get him.

Pick him up and get
any guns he might have.

Bring him in here.
Go on, get going.

Get out of here!

Just what do you
guys think you're doing?

I'm sorry.

He keeps getting stuck in the sand
traps. Just go ahead and play on through.

Sit.

I was hoping you weren't
gonna put that there.

I suppose you're
here for your money.

Yeah, that's right. I sure
am. The money, the $20,000.

Listen, I understand the police
have the man, a Muzzy Vinette?

They sure do. Ballistics matched up the
gun. He's the one that killed your mother.

He was the one hired by
my father to kill my mother.

I told you he was a
cold-blooded man, didn't I?

Look, Larry, if I could just
have the $20,000, I'll be moving.

And who do the police
think killed my father?

I don't think there's any doubt
about who killed your father, Larry.

You killed your father.

You found out your mother was killed,
picked up a rifle, killed your father.

Unfortunately, the
cops can't find the rifle.

So they don't think
they have a case.

I see.

And for this, you think I'm
going to pay you $20,000?

Maybe you're right. I
don't blame you for not...

going for the whole $20,000
under the circumstances...

but shall we make it $10,000?

I picked up on Muzzy Vinette for
you. That should be worth $10,000.

What? Yeah, I suppose, $10,000.

So the police don't think they
have a case against me. Is that right?

I'll mall it to you.
Just send me a bill.

Now, look, Larry. We had a deal.

I want my money.

Right, Larry, why don't
you just mail it to me?

Why don't you just do that?

I just don't believe that Charles
could've hired that man to kill his wife.

I thought I knew him.

I wonder if he could've killed her
because of me? Wouldn't that be awful?

Look. He killed her because she was
about to ruin his reputation as a puritan.

Then she was gonna pick
him clean in the divorce courts.

That's all there is to it. So
don't make yourself the heavy.

I hate to let it lay,
though. That kid is guilty.

They say you can't get away with
murder, but Larry Kirkoff is gonna do it.

The cops aren't gonna press
it. He's gonna get away clean.

Unless somebody...

who cared for Larry's father would
take some sort of interest in the case.

What is that supposed to mean?

Look, in the heat of the moment,
he hired someone to fix his wife.

There was bad blood there...

but, like you said, he
was gentle and kind.

What do you take me for,
some kind of mental deficient?

I just hate to see him
get away with it, that's all.

Okay. How much?

$200 a day, plus expenses.

Come on, $100.

$200 and I'll throw
in the expenses.

$125.

$175.

$150 and you buy
the dinner tonight.

You got yourself a deal.

What are you parking here for?
Why don't you let the attendant park it?

I just hate to pay $1 to
have some attendant...

put scratches all over a car.

I'll be damned! He was using me.

Not the way you thought.

I never knew him at all. He wasn't
trying to get away with anything.

He was just waiting for me to prove
he was right so he could give himself up.

I'm really something.

I think "insensitive" is
the word I'm looking for.

That doesn't sound like
the Jim Rockford I know.

Clear-eyed, vigilant, precise...

Tangle-footed, myopic, obtuse.
Let's get something to eat.

By the way, you're fired.

In that case, I'll
buy you a hot dog.